#i think i'm going to work at that and i think it's gonna be hard

[whimsicalwritersstuff]

── Made for this

Pairings: Joel x fem!reader x Tommy

Summary: Joel's been using you all day. Slow, deep, possessive. Until your body's trembling and your voice raw from begging. But when tommy walks in fresh off patrol and finds you wrecked and open, Joel decides to let him have a taste. Just once. Just to show him what he's been keeping to himself.

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+). Threesome, power dynamics, voyeurism/exhibitionism, oral sex (fem!receiving), overstimulation, praise kink, possessiveness, slight degration, use of pet names ('good girl', 'sweet girl'), pussy pronouns, multiple orgasms, creampiesss, pervy!Joel, soft!tommy

Word count: 800

Your legs are still trembling.

Joel's been on you all day, dragging you to bed after breakfast, bending you over the counter after lunch, fucking you slow and deep until you were babbling his name like a prayer.

Now the sun's low, your thighs are sticky, your lips swollen and your whole body's boneless against the mattress.

"Can't take anymore," you whimper, breathing hard, legs slightly parted as Joel runs a heavy hand over your thigh. He hums, leaning back in the chair beside the bed, fully dressed expect for his belt undone and cock out, already thick in His hand.

"That ain't not true, baby. I know that pussy. She'll take more."

You whine softly, flushed and soaked, your whole body twitching when his thumb brhshes your inner thigh.

Then the front door opens and slams shut.

Boots. Footsteps. And then-

"Joel? You home?"

Tommy.

You try to close your legs but Joel grips your knee and spreads them wider. "Let him see," he drawls. "He's earned it." Your heart pounds as tommy appears in the bedroom doorway, face streaked with dirt and sweat from patrol.

He freezes when he sees you. Spread, open, flushed, slick and aching, while Joel strokes his cock slow beside you.

"Jesus Christ..." Tommy mutters, eyes wide.

Joel just chuckles, looking between you and his younger brother. "Shes been a mess all day," he says casually. "Cried on my cock twice already. Thought maybe you'd like a taste." Your breath catches, the hungry in Tommy's eyes is obvious.

You shiver as he steps closer, the heat of his body making your thighs twitch. "You sure?" Tommy asks, voice rough. "You want me to-"

"Shes alrwsy soaked," Joel cuts in, not even looking at you as he fists himself slowly. "Can't stop drippin'. Go on. Take your time with her." You meet Tommy's gaze, chest rising and falling.

Tommy kneels at the edge of the bed, his big hands curling under your thighs as he pulls you gently toward him. "Sweet girl," he murmurs, kissing your inner thigh. "Look at you.." he noses along your folds, inhaling deeply before dropping his tongue up your slit.

You cry out, legs jerking, already too sensitive but tommy groans like he's starved, like you're the only thing he's ever wanted.

He takes his time. Tongue slow and wide. Lips gentle. Hands stroking your hips like you're something precious. Bjs mouth is soft, worshipful. Nothing like Joel's rough, greedy rhythm. And get, it makes you shake.

"Shes already twitchin'," Joel says low, his voice heavy with arousal as he watches from the chair. "You ain't even gotten started yet."

Tommy groans against you, lapping deeper. "She tastes so fuckin' sweet," he says, mouth shining. "Can't believe you been keepin' this to yourself." Joel chuckles, lazily stroking his cock as he leans back. "You think I'm gonna share often?" He mutters. "You better enjoy it while it lasts." Tommy does. He feasts on you, slow at first, gentle flicks of his tongue then deeper, firmer strokes as you writhe beneath him. Your hands curl in the sheets. Your body arches. You moan until your throat's raw.

Joel jerks himself slowly, eyes never leaving your soaked pussy and Tommy's mouth working between your legs.

"Fuckin' hell,' he rasps. "Look at you. One little tongue and you're already losin' it. Can barely speak."

"Joel," you cry, breathless. "I- I can't-"

"Yes, you can," he growls. "You'll come fo him, and then you'll come again for me."

Tommy hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you deeper against his mouth and moans low as your back arches and your hips buck.

His tongue dosent stop, not even when you start sobbing, not even when your thighs clamp around his head.

He holds you don't gently and keeps eating you. Joel watches with a darkz hungry gaze, his cock twitching in his hand. "That's it," he groans. "That's my good girl."

You shatter, again and again, the pleasure rolling through it. He dosent come up until your hips are shaking and you're whimpering from the intensity. "Could stay here all night," tommy pants, resting his cheek against your thigh.

Joel grins. "Go ahead."

And Tommy does,

Over and over.

You lose track of how many times you come, three? Four? More? Your voice is gone. Your thighs ache. Your pussy's sore and soaked and glistening under the low light. Joel stands finally, fjsting his cock as he comes closer. "Move over," he growls to tommy. "I wanna come on that pretty little pussy."

Tommy pulls back, lips swollen, face wet, watching with hooded eyes as Joel strokes himself fast, staring straight at your wrecked body. He grips your thigh, moaning loud as he spills himself across your slit, thick white streaks painting your skin.

"Fuck, fuck- look at her," he growls, his body shaking. "So fuckin' good. Made for this."

You're trembling, lips parted, eyes dazed.

Tommy leans over toy and brushes your hair back gently. "You okay, baby?" You nod faintly, still whimpering as Joel lets go of her leg.

"Think she had enough for now, get some sleep," he said as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before covering her under the covers.

[bewitched-hours]

Good morning/evening.

Well its me again :] and I'm here for another request.

Basically, Mafioso x Bartender?Reader oneshot [You can make it into yandere if you want; No pressure].

Where Reader was once Mafi's best friend when they were young adult [During that time, They didn't know that He works and is a mafia himself.]

However, They had end their friendship after slowly realizing They're being friend to a dangerous criminal. After that, They live hidden with the fear of being mistaken as His accomplice and fear of geting revenge + beaten.

As for that, They faked their identities and hidden their true job under cover as a bartender since all the people come to the bar to drink [get drunk, remember nothing next morning = barely see the bartender's face well + They hidden their identities.]

But They didn't even expect to meet Him IN THAT FRICKING BAR THEY'RE WORKING-

[Extra note: Mafioso in Forsaken, not in Dream game.]

Well, the rest is up to you. Stay safe and hope you have a great day :]

-Phalpelisk

Ooo, what a good little prompt I've been fed today~ And tbh, I can't even really find much about dream game aside from fan-stuff so I always just assume Forsaken with Mafioso... (Seriously, where do I even start-)

Reader gets She/They~

Do you regret it? Probably not.

Even getting indirectly involved with the Mafia would've been too dangerous for your tastes. You did what you had to do to make sure he wouldn't be looking for you.

You had faked your death, started over with a new identity, even dying your hair and wearing lenses along with a brand new closet. Though you always had a hat on that shrouded your face in shadows just to be sure.

Nowadays you were just a bartender taking care of the unfortunate and letting them air out their frustrations for the night while you collected tips for your sweet attitude. It was hard to act like that at times but you've never lived better!

But back when you were still younger... You sometimes catch yourself still thinking about your best friend. You felt bad leaving him behind but you didn't want to be seen as his accomplice or anything if push came to shove. You were too scared to let that happen.

Still, you couldn't help but wonder where he was now. Maybe he stuck to the Mafia business? Or maybe he could've changed? Was that possible?

As you thought on such manners in the quiet of the evening, you heard the bells of the door ring their gentle tune. It was him...

You hadn't expected to find him strolling by your workplace but tried to keep your composure. He didn't look too different from when you last saw him and you could always play off your anxiousness- if he noticed it- by pointing out the fact he was a mafia boss or just his looks... Was he known as a mafia boss even? Maybe it was time you invested yourself in the news more...

"Gonna need a Tom Collins..." He sighed, sitting down as you began mixing without a second thought.

Tom Collins... Gin, lemon juice, some simple syrup, a club soda and some ice with a little lemon wedge and cherry for garnish. It's actually one of your favourites...

As you shook your shaker with the ingredients, you couldn't help but notice his tone. "Long day, huh?" You somehow managed to keep a calm voice as you spoke up, straining your current mixture into his ice-filled glass and topped it with the soda and garnishes. "Nothing a little gin and lemon can't fix though, right?" You tried to keep it lighthearted, your sweet act going right past him as he began drinking.

"Just on the hunt for someone." He suddenly chuckled, catching you off-guard. Mafioso was always someone who could somehow see right through you and made you feel predictable. Though you blamed that on him having known you for practically an eternity.

Although, curiosity was practically your second nature. "Oh? Anyone special?" You asked casually, refilling his glass as you figured he might need a couple glasses before even getting tipsy... Well, at least you could probably get away with being casual considering your fake identity.

Except... He knew. "Just an old friend... Faked her own death." He looked up at you to note your slight slip-up in hesitation.

Even though you tried to play it off as simply wanting to see the time, keeping on your signature sweetness as though it was nothing as you continued. "She must be important then, to have someone look for her even so." You faked a chuckle, it all went right past him.

Your act was like glass to him. It frustrated him a little that he couldn't break through it and keep you to himself like he initially planned but he needed you to slip-up so he knew he was stalking the right you.

And you were basically giving him just that as he went on. "One way to put it. Not like I can blame her but she didn't do that good of a job covering her tracks." You couldn't see it but you could hear the smugness in his tone as you hesitated again to subconsciously think about your steps back then.

You felt your heart race as you knew you were caught but still attempted to shake it off in hopes he didn't catch on... Which he did...

"Is that so?" Seriously- How were you keeping such a casual tone despite being caught red-handed? "Any leads then?"

Your nervousness only grew when you heard him chuckle. It felt more menacing than anything. "Just your newfound sweetness... Your acting's better though." He sounded satisfied with himself, taking one last sip of his glass before handing you his card.

"You can run the tab on this and meet me outside. I'll be sure to speak to your boss so you won't have to worry." He got up and allowed you to see his smirk, making you sigh in defeat as your act dropped. At least the other patrons were all already tipsy or drunk enough to not intervene or report this...

You quickly run his card and let him type in the pin as you made your way around to the back where you could change to your usual outfit.

A knee-length dress that you simply had worn today because it made you feel cute, thigh highs to keep your legs warm and a pair of comfortable but fancy looking shoes to match the dress... What luck-

Getting outside, he had been waiting for you by an oddly casual looking car and approached as soon as your eyes met.

"Feel free to smoke a bit until I'm back." He simply said as he handed you a pack of cigarettes and a lighter before heading inside, leaving you no room to question him.

But with a huff, you did light yourself one and began smoking to calm your nerves. How did he even find you? Did he hire someone?

The thought made you shiver slightly but you went further ahead and decided to have a look at his car.

All black, even inside. Slightly tinted windows, a bunny- A BUNNY???

"Ya like him?" His sudden appearance made you practically jump as you dropped your cigarette. "His name's Gubby, you can hold him on the drive if you'd like." He didn't even really acknowledge the cigarette so you subtly stomped on it and quietly nodded before walking around to get in the passenger side.

Gubby practically bounced forward to meet you, sniffing your hands and squeaking happily as you pet him. It was pretty cute...

Almost makes you forget you're basically being kidnapped by your old best friend-

You must've been subconsciously smiling on the quiet ride as Gubby nudged himself against your fingers if you stopped petting him for even a second.

"Feels good not to act?" Mafioso snapped you out of your thoughts and you sheepishly nodded, realizing you've been letting down your guard already. Not like he didn't know.

"I just can't figure out how you managed to figure me out." You sighed, giving into Gubby's demands for affection again. "I got a new identity, dyed my hair and cut it- I even got contacts!" Your little pouts seemed to amuse the man you had known.

"I had a little help but it wasn't too hard to pick up a trail when looking through some old documents." Another shiver ran down your spine. Did the Mafia have access to government files or something? Sounds hard to believe...

Once you seemed to be close to your destination, Mafioso handed you a blindfold and looked at you expectantly. "I'm taking you to my hideout but I'm not having you remembering the way in or out in case anything happens." He sounded more serious and firm and honestly? You didn't have the energy to argue today so you just wrapped the blindfold around your eyes and used the little space below your eyes to just focus on Gubby instead. At least someone in this car can enjoy themself that way...

It was maybe half an hour to an hour of just hearing the engine of the car and the radio playing some songs from a CD Mafioso had on him. You kinda liked it even though it wasn't your usual cup of tea so you allowed yourself to hum along, much to his amusement.

"Glad you like it, [Reader]. It's really the only music I got available." You shrugged in response, trying to get used to your old name again.

It felt... Odd. You were so used to your new life but your old name was both comforting and eerie to hear... Especially out of an old friend's mouth...

But when the car finally stopped, you almost instinctively scooped up Gubby and held him in your arms as you waited for Mafioso to guide you again... Since you- ya know- STILL COULDN'T SEE-

Instead, he decided to lift you out of the car and carry you in a bridal carry as you practically clung onto Gubby to avoid him falling off. Not a single word fell from either of you though as you tried to listen around in confusion.

When the blindfold was finally off, you were greeted by the sight of Mafioso's goons... Who all seemed very curious about your appearance as you were finally let down to the ground and one of them took Gubby off your hands to let you move your arms again.

"This is [Reader], as you all know..." Did he talk about you? Wait- did they help Mafioso find you??? "They're staying with us indefinitely." waitwhat-

"Hold on- Indefinitely??" You questioned in shock, noticing the goons looking a little nervous as Mafioso sighed. "Yes, indefinitely. I put in a lot of work to find you and I'm not risking that again so we'll have your stuff brought here. You'll be taken care of so you won't have to worry." He sounded way too calm for your tastes but were you really in the mood to argue with a mafia boss? Nope.

With a groan, you began following the goons to your new room as they struck up conversation, asking about you and talking about themselves before letting it slip...

"Boss was pretty careful to make sure you didn't notice him following ya-" The goon was pretty quickly shut up by the others in a panic as you stared at them in confusion and slight anxiousness. "What does that mean?" You demanded to know, practically clawing at your own arms to not freak out right now.

"Ah- well-" Their mingled explanations were barely audible over each other so you stomped your foot once and the sound was luckily loud enough to get their attention back to you and allow you to speak.

And for once, you had a pretty mean glare on that managed to make them hesitant. You were able to drive a little fear into them and they were beginning to see how you and Mafioso fit together. "I'm not dealing with a headache today so I want one simple explanation, even if it's fake. I'm not driving myself to paranoia over not having a solid explanation for what you mean when you said he followed me." Your tone was firm and frustrated.

They all looked between each other nervously before one of them decided to step forward and satisfy your curiosity. "Well, we only found out you two had been friends recently. He told us you were someone dear to him and we were to help him find you at a set time each day. When he finally found you he had some of us visit you in disguises to find out what he wanted but because you put up an act he decided to go himself."

You stared at them for a while, trying to process their words until sighing and letting your shoulders slump. They took that as satisfaction and all sighed in relief. You could tell they were at least half-truthful but...

Were you really that important for Mafioso to hunt you down like that?

Who were you kidding, this is the most stubborn man you've ever known. It wasn't unrealistic to make yourself believe that Mafioso was just that stubborn to find you after your supposed slip-up in your plan years ago.

Still, you never wanted this! You've faked your death and created a new identity for yourself to get away from Mafia business! Not be dragged into it!

Sighing, you let the goons lead you to your room again and you were actually kinda surprised to find out it was decorated to your liking. It was mostly based on stuff you used to like back then but those things you still enjoy today so maybe Mafioso made a lucky guess in the new stuff. It would be more touching if you weren't basically the main character in a mafia romance novel.

No, you told yourself you wouldn't act like one. Never. That was way too cringe for your liking but at least you could finally lie down again.

You immediately noticed the comfort in the plush bed as you flopped down with the goons leaving behind a button and telling you to press it if you need help before disappearing. You didn't know what it would do but knowing Mafioso, it probably had a tracker or something in it. Whatever...

Back to the bed, it was comfortable enough to tempt you to fall asleep right then and there. It was the closest you've ever felt to sleeping on a cloud. But you couldn't let that distract you.

Especially not when you heard tiny scratches at your door and were almost excited to open it. You knew it was Gubby and you were more than happy to have him join you. He was in your lap on the bed in mere seconds with you happily scratching between his ears.

"Maybe this won't be so bad if you keep me company, right?" You said playfully, enjoying the little squeaks to comfort yourself for what felt like hours.

What have you been doing for that time? Daydreaming of course.

What about? Hey, you're the reader here, you think of it yourself lmao-

Nonetheless, you were a little embarrassed when you were brought back to reality by the door opening and Mafioso stepping through with a sigh and slight chuckle. "[Reader], I think you're starting to copy Gubby..." Was all he brought out for you to notice you and the bunny both had the same expression while looking at him. And you couldn't stifle your giggling for long as Gubby began jumping in front of you and squeaking in protest, his hind legs stomping against the plush bed in anger.

If only you knew the full extent of the lengths he went to to find you...

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[bearbackyard]

Wild Card - Bobby x Reader | Chapter One: How It's Done

Forgive me, dialogue is hard. Not a lot of Bobby this chapter, but there will be more in the next!

No warnings

Summary:

Music, sound, it was your everything.

So the day you found your baby cousins notebook was the day you knew she’d be something golden.

or

Zoey's older cousin, her main supporter throughout her teen years, ends up befriending and falling for her manager.

Word count: 1536 here for ao3 link! part 1 2 3

June 1st, 2025. SoFi Stadium, Inglewood, CA. Huntr/x World Tour, North American leg. 3rd show.

You’d been to a lot of concerts and worked twice as many. From punk to blues to classical to electronica to musical theater. The electric feeling beneath your skin when you felt as you let the speakers drown out your thoughts.

This was different. Tonight was different. 

You were near the front of the stage. Far enough ahead that you could see clearly but far enough back that Hummingbird wouldn’t know you were there. Despite the seats, everyone was up, jumping up and down. Their Huntr/x light sticks had been programmed to match the venue's lights, colors blinking all around the stadium as the girls on stage captured the hearts of the fans. 

Knocking you out like a lullaby

Hear that sound ringing in your mind

The two young girls next to you squealed with delight, their parents even joining in. (You’d heard them earlier when they had been complaining about the late night concert. Music changes minds) The couple behind you screamed the lyrics out while three Mira fans copied her moves in the space they had.   

Better sit down for the show

'Cause I'm gonna show you (I'm gonna show you)

(I'm gonna show you) How it's done, done, done

I don't talk, but I bite, full of venom (Uh)

Spittin' facts, you know that's

How it's done, done, done

You never got to meet Mira in person. Zoey had told you all about her and she’d say “hi” when she walked in on your calls. The same went for Rumi. She was very nice, you remember that, but a lot of the times when Zoey would call you it would be either very early for the girls or very late for you. It never bothered you when she called. You missed her a lot and you were so, so proud of her. 

Okay, like, I know I ramble

But when shootin' my words, I go Rambo

Took blood, sweat, and tears, to look natural (Uh)

That's how it's done, done, done

Like the Zoey fans around you, you erupted into screams when she rapped. That was your girl! You remembered when those lyrics were just a thought and now here she was. Singing, rapping, in a sold out stadium on a world tour.

“Yeah Hummingbird!!” You yelled out. She wasn’t going to be able to hear you, which kept your cover for the time being. 

Hear our voice unwavering

'Til our song defeats the night

Makin' fear afraid to breathe

'Til the dark meets the light (How it's done, done, done)

Damn that girl can sing. Despite the lights being programmed to a flashing purple, you swore you saw blue. You need to talk to the light and sfx programmer because that was unreal!

When the show ended, you felt an adrenaline rush like you’d never felt at any other concerts. As people began walking out, some running to the merch table for any last minute purchases, you began to walk towards the backstage area. You pulled the backstage pass Zoey had sent you a few weeks ago. She’d been hoping you would be able to make it. You told her you’d try, pretending you hadn’t already gotten tickets when the tour was announced. 

After showing the guard your pass, someone helped lead you to the girls’ dressing room.

“Great show tonight girls!” A voice you could recognize as Rumi said. “We’re getting closer and closer to gold, I can feel it.” There was a mix of squeals and chatter before you heard Zoey speak.

“I’m so happy we get a mini break though. I love our fans, but I think I need a break from everyone. No fans for just a day.” She exhaled as the others agreed.

“Not even your number one fan?” You leaned your shoulder against the door frame, arms crossed as you smiled at her.

“Y/n!” She rushed towards you as you stood up straight and opened your arms. “You came!”

“Of course I did!” You said as you squeezed her as tight as you could. “Wouldn’t have missed this for the world.” Letting her go after kissing the top of her head, she turned, grabbed your arm and jumped up and down with excitement.

“Oh! Oh! This is Mira! And you remember Rumi.” Zoey led you closer to the girls. “Girls, this is my cousin Y/n! Formally. You know, not on call.”

You let out a few soft laughs at Zoey's behavior as you waved at the other two. “It’s nice to see you both in person.”

Mira nodded at you. “It's nice to meet you in person. Zoey’s always talking about you. Love your work.”

Rumi smiled. “Yeah, you helped us get out of more creative blocks than you know of.” 

“You girls are so sweet. I know you guys must be tired, but-”

“Girls, that performance was the best of the tour! You guys are off the charts!” A voice cut you off. A man, a bit shorter than you, walked in. He had black, shaggy hair and was wearing a grey blazer with matching pants and a Huntr/x t-shirt. His eyes were glued to his phone as he walked in with a huge grin. “The latest TWICE single has hardly made an impact on these numbers. You guys are killing it out there!” His gaze finally moved from his phone to the four girls in front of him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was someone else in here.” 

Zoey let out another excited squeal. “Bobby, this is my cousin, Y/n! The Wild Card. The one that does all that super cool audio mixing and stage tech-y work.” She turned to you. “This is our manager, Bobby!”

You felt Zoey push you a little towards the man, Bobby, as you now know. “Hi.” Extending a hand, you introduced yourself politely. “It’s nice to meet you.” You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Managers are fickle creatures, most of them being the devil incarnate to stars, especially Kpop managers. Something about him felt different though. He seemed kind, loving. The way he spoke with enough excitement to rival Zoey, or maybe the fact his compliments sound genuine and not just number hungry, or maybe it was the warmth you felt from his soft hands when he shook yours.

“Its nice to meet you too.” The world seems to shift a bit when he smiles at you and your gaze lingers on each other for a little too long. 

Clearing your throat and pulling your hand away. “Oh, uh, before I forget.” You turned your gaze back Zoey. “I know you guys must be crazy tired, but since there's no performance tomorrow your dad wanted to know if you and the others would want to come by. Everyone misses you a lot and they want to meet the others- as family!” You felt the need to clarify. “Not, like, a crazy fan swarm meeting. The whole block misses you. Claudia misses you a lot more than me.”

After finding her notebook full of lyrics, Zoey ended up at your apartment more often than she was at her own house. You were lucky enough to get a smaller place on the block you grew up in, just a bit away from your parents. The neighborhood get-togethers always meant music blasting until sunrise and anytime she’d have a new song finished, the block was the first to hear. Claudia ended up taking a huge love to her songs. Not that you were jealous (you were). 

“All three- four-? Of you are invited. As well.” Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me. Why couldn’t you talk normally?? What has happened in the last ten minutes that has removed the ability to talk like a normal living person?

“Only it’s alright with you guys?” Zoey looked at Bobby and then to the girls. 

“Sounds fun.” “I don’t mind.” 

“That’d be great…” Bobby trailed off. He couldn’t let the shake weird, almost embarrassing like feeling off of him. He tried keeping his eyes on the girls but for some reason it just kept falling back to you. 

Clasping your hands together. “Great. I’ll, uh, send the details over. I mean- I know you already know where it is but you know. And any dietary restrictions just let me know and we’ll handle… it.” You took a quick glance down at your watch. “Oh shoot, I need to- to go. I don’t know how to get out of here…” 

Bobby straightened up and stepped a bit to the side to let you walk through first. “Oh, I can show you.”

“Really? Thank you so much.” You turned to Zoey one more time and gave her a quick hug. “See you tomorrow, Hummingbird.”

With that, you nervously followed Bobby out of the backstage area.

Zoey watched as you both left, seeming a little concerned as she tilted her head. “Did they seem like they were acting weird to you guys?”

Mira snickered, “Yeah, totally weird.” 

“Definitely a little weird.” Rumi said as she fought off her own laugh. “Like schoolkids.”

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tags -

@joyfulllittlething

@blackstar-gazer

@minkyungseokie

[bingbongsupremacy]

Hey can you do a Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier x female reader. Where maybe they’re on their way back on the jet from a mission with the rest of the Avengers. Something has been off with Bucky who’s been doing nothing but stare at the reader the whole time so the reader finally has enough and makes it her mission to make funny faces back at him meeting his dead stare. Internally Bucky is like what the fuck, but either Tony/Steve/Clint looks over and sniggers asking the reader what they’re doing. And reader shrugs and responds, “What? If he’s gonna stare at me the whole damn trip, I’m going to make it my mission to either make him laugh or he finally gets over himself and tells me what he wants!”

His Stare

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Plus Size Friendly)

Warning: Y/N use

Summary: Bucky won't stop staring. You decide to give him something to look at.

A/N: Hope this is okay and you like it! Thanks for requesting!

*Not Proofread*

No description of reader's weight/body type, race, or gender.

You and Bucky weren't very close.

It's not like you didn't like the guy; he was handsome and kind, and you knew he'd been working hard to make up for his past. You admired that, his determination. It's just neither of you had really spent time together. Of course, you both had each other's backs; you were teammates after all. You fought together and saved each other's asses multiple times. It's just, he had his friends on the team. You had yours.

That's why it was when you noticed he was staring at you on the jet ride back to the compound, you had no idea what to think.

You tried to ignore it in the beginning, thinking he's just zoned out. It became exceedingly harder too when his 'zone out' moment began to hit the 5-minute marker.

That's when you decide to do something about it. Instead of confronting him loudly in front of the rest of your teammates, you decide to handle it in the most discreet, silent, and mature way you can: you start to make silly faces.

You turn your head to face the gaze you feel burning into your skin. Bucky's slightly slouched against his seat, his handsome face stoic and lips pressed together. His arms rest casually folded across his chest, moving up and down slightly with every breath. A few strands of dark brown hair lie fallen across his forehead. What grabs your attention the most are his dark eyes, which are trained on you. It's not a mean glare or even intimidating. It's soft, possibly curious.

Bucky's seated on the other side of the plane, multiple people in between the two of you. But they don't add a buffer to his gaze.

You lock your eyes with his, ensuring he understands that what you're about to do is meant for him.

Then you briefly squeeze your eyes shut, sticking your tongue out at the man. When you open your eyes again, you notice he's still looking at you, his expression unmoved.

You decide that you're going to continue to make silly faces until he cracks. Or he explains whatever the hell is up with his staring problem.

You once again lock eyes with the man, this time maintaining his gaze while scrunching your nose, tucking your jaw into your neck, and sending him a silly smile.

This time, you see the corner of his lips briefly pull up into the ghost of a smile.

It's working

You pull a few more funny faces, trying your hardest not to make yourself laugh.

You're in the middle of crossing your eyes and sticking out your tongue when you hear a snicker from across from you, immediately distracting you from your mission.

Your eyes focus on the clearly amused face of Clint.

"Y/N...what are you doing?" He asks.

You let out a small laugh. "Barnes has been staring at me from the moment we sat down. I don't know why, so I decided to give him something to look at." You respond, shrugging your shoulders. "I'm gonna keep making faces until he either laughs or gets over himself and tells me what he wants."

"Uh-huh." Clint chuckles again. "Have you considered...I don't know...going over and talking to him, maybe?"

"Nah." You grin. "I'm on a mission."

Natasha pulls Clint's attention away, leaving you to finish what you started.

You turn your attention back to Bucky. You double down on your efforts, determined even more than before to get some sort of reaction from the man.

You suck your cheeks in to make a fish face, slightly opening and closing your pursed lips in the process. Along with the expression, you softly move your head from side to side.

You break into a wide grin when you see Bucky finally crack. His lips curl up into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth peaking through. You faintly hear his chuckle, drawing a laugh from you.

For the first time, Bucky breaks your gaze, glancing down at the ground and shaking his head in amusement.

Mission Successful.

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"B!" You call over to the man, rushing to catch up with the older man.

He slightly slows, allowing you to match his pace. "Y/N." He responds softly.

"Look, I know I look like a fucking mess. I got my ass handed to me a few times today." You joke slightly. "But I didn't think it was bad enough for someone to stare. Is there a booger or something I missed on my face?"

Bucky lets out a small sigh, stopping in place. He hesitates slightly and you can tell he's a bit unsure. He turns to you, his gaze meeting yours. "I've been talking to Steve lately." He begins. "He's been telling me I need to take the time to learn more about the things that interest me. That it'll help me distract myself when bad memories pop up."

You feel your cheeks heat up. "You think I'm interesting?"

He grins slightly. "Yeah, doll, I do."

"You know, Buck," You begin. "if you want to know more about me, you don't have to try to read my mind. You can just ask. I don't bite."

"I guess you're right. I'm not a very good mindreader." He admits, with a sigh.

"I guess you'd better stick with your day job then, huh?" You tease.

His grin widens. "You might be right." His agrees. "I think I need to try this over. Will you go grab some coffee with me sometime?"

You feel a grin break across your face. "I'd love that."

Maybe you and Bucky could be more than just teammates. Maybe you could be friends. Maybe something more.

[simmireen]

A break.

My lovely followers! After the amazing release of my 6000-members on patreon posepack yesterday I'm gonna do something I haven't done before. I'm going to take a month off. I have paused the patreon pledges for upcoming month (so no need to cancel, but ofcourse, you can always do so if you feel the need to).| After that month, I aim to releasing one posepack per week again, like I do now 😌 Why you ask? To be honest. In the 5 years that I released pose content - I think consistency is very important, I've never taken real time off. I've had times were I took it 'easier', but I never stopped creating content in that time. I have a story, I create posepacks, and a lot too, I maintain the biggest posetumblr ts4-poses: the masterlist on my own for about 3 years now and next to that, I have a 24h parttime job, a real life with a husband and a little doggie that need and want my attention too. I sometimes forget to balance it all out. So, how hard I find it to let go of that consistency , I take a break, because I'm not doing so well. I am known with stress problems (I'm a real millenial haha). All the things on my plate are currently a little too much. And I know, some of you will be sad (don't worry, I am also sad about this!)... but let's twist it to the positive side: there are currently about 310 simmireen posepacks for you to download and use 🤭. So maybe time to scroll back down and use some of my older posepacks! Oh and considering how it's going with me, Santareen 2025 will be a little smaller. Twenty-four posepacks will not be happening this year. I aim to release one every other day, so probably twelve. (I already set 2 packs aside, so 10 to go) Because I don't want to lose myself in this big project like I did in the last 3 years, because mostly I already start around this time but I just can't do it right now. I hope you can understand ❤️ That said. Thank you for 7000 patreon members and 5000 tumblr followers. It's crazy how many people love the work I pour my heart and soul in. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Irene The next free posepack is planned on august 7th, so if you want something to countdown to, it's going to be that date! (Next week and at the beginning of August there will be a modco posepack and halfway July two reminders some modco posepacks become free for everyone, but I always see these posepacks as extras, so they don't really count ;) )

[tacobacoyeet]

i LOVE your writing so much omg, pls pls pls could we get young patrick getting pegged?? even just your thoughts would heal me. fanks queen 😛

thank you, baby! tiny blurb for you. i'm sorry i couldn't come up with more, just not feeling great but i didn't want to leave such a good ask sitting </3

SMUT 18+

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it starts with him on top. lazy and warm and already a little desperate, rutting against your thigh like he can't help himself. his mouth is on yours, tongue wet and needy, hands everywhere—your chest, your hips, your hair. you’re both naked, flushed, not even pretending this is going to stay gentle for long.

but when you roll your hips up and tug at his waist, something shifts. he stills for a second, breathing hard against your mouth.

“what?” he mumbles, eyes flicking down to where your thighs spread wider beneath him.

“nothing,” you murmur, sliding your hand down his back, nails trailing lightly. you dip your fingers between his cheeks, just teasing. nothing more than a brush.

he jolts. swears. bites down on his own lip to quiet the sound.

“that’s new,” you whisper, amused.

he huffs, face already pink. “we talked about it.”

“talking about it isn’t the same as twitching in my lap the second i touch you there.”

“fuck off,” he groans, but he doesn’t move away. doesn’t even try. in fact—his hips twitch again, like he’s hoping you’ll keep going.

so you do.

you flip him gently onto his back, straddle his hips. the kiss you give him is slow and filthy, all tongue and teeth and breath. your hand trails back down between his legs, finding him hard and leaking already, cock twitching at the first brush of your palm. he gasps into your mouth, thighs parting instinctively.

“you’re not gonna let me wreck you, are you?” you tease.

he stares up at you, dazed. “you think i haven’t been thinking about it?”

you hum, reach for the lube.

you start with one finger. slow, gentle, coaxing him open while he writhes and clenches his fists into the sheets. his lashes flutter, mouth falling open around a broken moan when you slide in to the first knuckle.

“relax,” you murmur, free hand stroking his hip. “i got you.”

he nods, breath hitching. his thighs tremble as you sink deeper, finger twisting just slightly. he whines when you curl it, hips bucking.

“jesus, that—”

“yeah?”

“fuck, yeah. more.”

you work him open slowly. one finger becomes two, and he sobs your name into the mattress when you scissor them just right. his cock drools against his stomach, untouched, twitching with every grind of your palm.

“so needy,” you murmur, leaning over to kiss down his throat. “already shaking for me and i haven’t even started yet.”

“please,” he gasps. “please, i need it, i need—just fuck me already.”

when you slide the toy in, his whole body tenses. there’s a beat of silence, a deep, guttural breath—and then he moans, loud and wrecked, like the air’s been knocked out of him.

his eyes flutter open, wild and pleading. “don’t stop. god, don’t stop—”

you give him long, steady strokes at first, shallow and careful, letting him feel the drag and push of it. he’s gone, completely. moaning openly now, legs spread wide and shaking, hands twisted in the sheets.

you angle your hips just a bit and he almost screams, nearly jerks away from the sudden spike of pleasure.

“there,” you say, voice low and wicked. “right there?”

he can’t even speak. just nods, panting, eyes wide and wet.

“good boy,” you whisper. “taking me so well. look at you. so desperate to be fucked like this.”

he whines, a high, broken sound, and comes with a choked cry, untouched—his cock painting streaks across his stomach as his whole body trembles.

you don’t stop. not right away. keep fucking him through it, soft and slow, until he’s boneless and twitching, tears in his eyes.

“you good?” you ask, brushing sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.

he lets out a breathless, stupid little laugh. “i’m so fucking good.”

“yeah?” you smile, nipping at his jaw. “then we’re doing that again.”

he doesn’t argue. just spreads his legs wider, still wrecked, still eager.

[strangelittlestories]

They called him Idle Hans.

Not because he was lazy (laziness isn't real), but because he had already done most of the stuff he wanted to do. Hans rested easy, knowing the great achievements of his life were in the past and he was never going to top them - so he did not try.

The latter years of his life were pretty easy-going, but punctuated by the occasional suggestion that he should find a new goal or take up a new hobby.

"No thanks," he would always say, "I'm fine to float through the chill twilight. I don't need to be haunted by the tyranny of achievement."

He passed away aged 90, on a very low-key hangout at a local park.

In the afterlife, things got decidedly less low-key.

Wherever Hans had ended up was dark. It was aggressively, proactively dark. The kind of dark that Anish Kapoor would try to get exclusive rights to. A shade of black that was definitely trying too hard.

A voice echoed out of the darkness...

"You're Idle Hans, right?"

"Yes. That's me."

"Great. Because I'm going to make some work for you." said the Devil.

"I'll hear you out, because there's a solid pun here," replied Idle Hans, "but I can't say I'm interested."

"I think you might be intrigued. I want to make you a demon of rest."

"There's demons for that?"

"Oh sure, technically it's filed under Apathy."

"What's the work like?"

"Oh, y'know, you go and sit on folks' shoulders and whisper stuff like 'maybe take a nap' or 'light one of the nice scented candles you've been saving'.

"Sounds surprisingly... wholesome."

"Blame the protestant work ethic. They've made the oppression of the to-do list into a virtue. So radical rest is the province of the Enemy."

Idle Hans chewed this over. He turned the world over and over in his head, the pieces falling into place like a jigsaw puzzle when you finally have the corners sorted.

"I'm in. But it sounds like a big job for just me."

"Don't worry about it. We're gonna clone you, so you'll have a small army of demon Hans' to help out. A whole host of you, so you can really take the weight off some of those poor over-capitalised souls."

"So what you're saying..." said Hans, "is that many Hans make work light?"

"I knew you'd fit in here." said the Devil.

[simon-says-lots-of-things]

I'm gonna go on a bit of a ramble bc I was talking to a friend about this the other day.

I think me, and a lot of people, instantly recognized TAKEDOWN as a Chekhov's Gun as soon as we saw it in the context of the movie. I mean, how are you gonna give us the premise of half demon girl falling for a demon and NOT expect a Demon Hate Song™ floating around to go horribly wrong at some point.

BUT I think the brilliant part is how they set up how they use it. I expected, given the clues we had, for it to inadvertently effect Jinu and lead him to betray Rumi. She pushes so hard to understand him, that demons aren't the unfeeling things she thought they were. "Demon with no feelings don't deserve to live" obviously comes to mind, given Rumi's own reaction to the line as it's being written.

Then we're also given Jinu saying he's excited to see Rumi perform, to see her on the stage not as a competitor or an enemy, but someone he obviously cares for. So I expected it to be slipped into the set (like it was in the finished movie) but it was played off more as "The girls didn't wanna perform it but their fans seem excited by a new song and Rumi doesn't have time to explain it to Jinu before he's already decided she was lying this whole time and goes through with a plan to help Gwi-ma." Classic miscommunication trope.

What we're actually given hits way harder, especially since I hadn't thought through how Rumi would bring up the half demon thing in the version of events I had in my head. It just makes the actual scene hit that much harder because Rumi's actually alone on the stage. Jinu didn't come to watch her after all, convinced by Gwi-ma it wouldn't have worked anyway.

Still, if Jinu was the one organizing, it makes me wonder how he felt when discovering the song.

And also how he discovered the song cus they never released it or anything. Were they snooping at rehearsals? Someone on the inside?? Demon recon??? How did the demons posing as Mira and Zoey know the choreo??????

Honestly, the use of Takedown in the movie makes me just a little insane. In the context of the story it was a song they were writing to spit hate at the boys and expose them for what they really are. But then that song is redirect against Rumi. It's no wonder she became hesitant with the lyrics, she knew that the song could just as easily be about her, and in the end her worst fears were realized.

[kireilien]

ok so ive been thinking about this all day (even when im outside with my friends lmao) but husband!jo creampie-ing reader would be so 😋 like it would start off as him approaching you sitting from the corner of your bed and he would give you small kisses, like he would gently hug you to lay on your back and he would start to give your neck a few kisses before attacking it— THEN he would give you the best bed chem session that'll make you want to wear that pheromone perfume even more

idk if i'm crazy abt this but this is a detailed thought i have daydreamed abt earlier LOL but anyways your works are scrumptious and ik u make great goon worthy fics

https://www.tumblr.com/kireilien/787715050422108160/andteam-when-reader-wears-a-pheromone-perfume

—🍙 anon (from starri's blog <33)

I HAVE OFFICIALLY TAKEN YOU. and thank u im glad my fics are goon worthy i ♡︎ being the goon cave

even if you only sprayed it ONCE jo is already all up on you. nuzzling himself in your neck, kissing your nape, down your shoulders and collarbones, down to your wrists and hands, and finally that ring he placed on that ring finger of yours not too long ago. “you’re… gorgeous… shit.” his curse is muffled by him digging his head in your shirt. you could already feel his erection on your ass and all you could do is giggle. “you’re hard, jojo.” “no kidding. you smell so fucking good.” he flips you over to your back on the bed and only slightly tug at your shirt. “can i have you, baby?” “hmm.” his cock is already pressing at your pussy. it’s so big you still haven’t gotten used to it. he apologizes like always before bottoming out. you just feel so good and his cock is pulsating more than usual by your scent. he’s marking you all over, just tiny little nips at your neck and chest, he feels like his brain is gonna explode if he lets go right now. he would, but your pleasure is as if not more important than his. his tip is also so sensitive, whenever it prods at your gummy cervix, he digs his head deeper or kisses you more intensely. once he cums, it floods. like a lot. his hips are stuttering and his shaky breaths fill your ears. his cock is covered and your pussy is filled all the way up, he wouldn’t have you any other way.

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: drama? a fight, Tess, talks about an age-gap, fluff! slight thirst - oops

Word Count: 3,3k

a/n: We're gonna have some fluffy time - or are we? 😶‍🌫️

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Sixteen 》《 Chapter Eighteen 》

Chapter Seventeen...

...in which you try to smooth the waters with your sister and welcome your boyfriend back in town.

Your cheeks reddened at her accusation. "Probably? I don't know... Oh, he, he likes to ride," you quickly changed the 'topic'. "Oh my gosh, really? But that's perfect, Y/N!" "Heh, uh.huh." "I mean... Liking horses? Hello?! Is he the perfect match?" Tess giggled - and you swallowed. "Mhm, yes, I hope so..." The riding thing wasn't a lie either. You just weren't talking about horses...

Taking another deep breath, you tried to keep a cool head. "Alright, alright, chill out for a second, okay? I'm going to answer everything, yeah? One thing at a time..." You didn't know if stalling would make things better, but... All your instincts told you to try, at least. You were too afraid of the outcome of this conversation. "Alright, sure, sweetie." Your big sister lifted both her hands in surrender.

You nodded. "Okay, so... He, uh, he's from Gainesville, G-" "Uhh, so you met him during your first semester?" Tess interrupted you instantly. "Is he a student, too?" "No, he-" "So you met him outside studying?" You narrowed your eyes; were already frustrated. "Could you please let me finish talking?" Tess just giggled. "Sorry."

You took yet another deep breath. "Yes, I, uh met him outside studying." It wasn't a lie, was it? "He's super hot, uh, long hair, beard, tall..." "Go on, sis." "Uh, lil' bit older..." You mumbled; trailing off. Tess raised an eyebrow. "You got a thing for older men?"

"He is, yes."

Tess kept continuing to pester you with questions, and you tried to describe Daryl without actually describing him - what a challenge. Nevertheless, you weren't telling a single lie.

"Is he a great kisser?" "The best." "And good in bed, too?" She continued; grinning cheekily. You, though, swallowed hard. Her words triggered quite a few memories of yours and Daryl's past. Not necessarily unpleasant ones, but... The knowledge of what came after was staining the 'good time' - but you quickly pushed those foul thoughts aside. It wasn't like this anymore. The past was the past. You and Daryl were working on the future now; intending to create new memories.

Tess smiled brightly and placed her hand on your forearm. "Sounds like he's better than you-know-who. I'm truly happy about this, Y/N. That you got finally over that asshole and made a fresh start."

Once more you swallowed hard; knowing very well that you shouldn't keep her in the dark for longer. You had 'wasted' enough time. "W-Well, uh, yeah, it definitely is a fresh start, but... But not like you think." Tess frowned and raised an eyebrow. She was now definitely confused. "What do you mean?"

Now or never.

"Daryl was here, wasn't he? A few months back?" Tess' expression darkened. "How do you know that?" "He found me, Tess. In Florida." Your sister's eyes widened at your words. She wanted to instantly say something, but you cut her off. "No. Listen to me before you say anything. Please." She nodded wordlessly; yet with a hardened gaze. "He found me. Mrs. Peterson told him where I was - unintentionally. I was so angry at him, Tess. So angry. I even slapped him." You paused; recalling the memory. "He wanted me back. A second chance. He told me that he loves me. I never saw him like that before, Tess. Broken, insecure, sad... Even afraid. But I couldn't. I told him I needed time and space. I had to let the scars heal. Daryl luckily understood and left.

"I didn't spend the first two weeks of my semester break on the campus, Tess. I'm sorry I had to lie to you, but you wouldn't have understood. We both know that. I spent the two weeks in Gainesville with Daryl. I gave him a second chance. An opportunity to prove himself. To show me that his intentions are pure and honest. I was more than just cautious, but... He showed me, Tess. And-"

"And so you just let him back into your life?!" Tess couldn't hold back any longer; her voice filled with anger and disbelief. "This is a joke, right? You are fucking kidding me..." You swallowed hard and shook your head. "I-I'm not, Tess. Daryl and I are together now. Truly. W-We made a fresh start and taking things slow." Your sister groaned and pressed the heels of her hands in her eyes. "Y/N... Do you really think that's a good idea after everything that happened? He used you! He treated you so bad and broke your heart!" She was clearly frustrated and worried. You could tell - but it wouldn't change a thing. "Don't assume that I don't know that. I do. I am fully aware of this, and believe me, I asked myself that question a lot of times... But love is strange, sis... You can't choose with whom you are falling in love with. It just happens."

Tess immediately started to shake her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "That's not love, Y/N, that's poison." You took a deep breath; trying to stay calm. You knew that this conversation wasn't going to be an easy one, but that...

"It is. I can feel it and Daryl feels it, too. He opened up his heart for me." "Oh come on, that's ridiculous and we both know-" "Tess," you interrupted her this time. Your voice was firm and serious. "Daryl is the man I have fallen in love with. He is the man I chose - and you have to accept it. Whenever you like it, or not. I don't ask you to become best friends with him. I only ask you to give him a second chance as well. Everybody deserves one. Please. Just try." With those words, you stood up from the corner bench, took your cup of hot cocoa and left the kitchen. Continuing this discussion wouldn't lead to anything, so you decided to end it. Perhaps it was even for the better. You decided to give your sister some time to think about this.

"Where are you now, baby?" You asked and rolled over on your bed; deciding to change the topic. "'M in Missouri now. Just drove outta St. Louis. 'M headin' for Kansas City 'n call it a night." "So the weather is behaving so far?" "Yeah, 's okay to drive at the moment. Not too bad. I hope it stays tha' way." You smiled to yourself. "So... Does that mean you'll be here by tomorrow evening if everything goes well?" Daryl snorted out a soft giggle. "If 'm gonna get up early 'n try real hard, then yeah." You instantly regretted your sentence quite a bit. It wasn't your intention to 'challenge' Daryl and urge him on to get faster to Miles City. You'd never forgive yourself if he'd crash the car and get hurt or worse.

Back in your small apartment, you flopped down on your bed, which also functioned as a sofa and pulled out your phone to text Daryl; asking him where he currently was and if he had time to spare for a phone call. When you didn't receive an answer, you just called him. Since he wasn't picking up, you assumed that he was driving at the moment and unable to accept your call or read your text. So, you decided to leave it be and leaned back; hands crossed behind your head. Your thoughts immediately wandered off to the conversation you just had with your sister. You truly hoped that this New Year's Eve wasn't going to end in a disaster...

The vibration of your phone against your thigh ripped you from those thoughts again. Reaching for the little device once more, you quickly spied Daryl's number and name popping up on the screen; causing you to smile.

"Hey there," you picked up the call. "Hey, sorry, sunshine. Couldn't pick up the phone. I was drivin'." "Yeah, I thought so, but I tried anyway - which was kinda stupid, sorry..." You performed a facepalm and pinched the bridge of your nose. "No, 's a'right. Needed a break anyway. Had ta take a piss. Wha's up, darlin'?" "Well..." You bit your lip. "I just talked to Tess..." Daryl inhaled deeply. "How did she react?" You couldn't see Daryl, but you were convinced that he was chewing either on the inside of his bottom lip, or the tip of his thumb. "Like anticipated... Not very positive." "Fuck... So much for yer plan..." You swallowed. "Yeah... I explained the situation, tried to be reasonable, but... She didn't believe me, I fear. Nevertheless, I made it clear to her that you are the man I love and chose, whenever she likes it or not. She has to adapt to the situation... Told her that I'm not asking her to become best friends with you, but to simply grant you a second chance and at least try to get along with you. I hope she will give it some thought..."

Daryl was quiet for a moment on the other end of the line, before his raspy, soothing voice urged to your years again. "Yeah... 'm hopin', too, 'cause I really wanna give this 'nother chance. I know I fucked up with Tess' as well, 'n she has every right ta hate me, but... I dun wanna be at war with 'er. We are both adults 'n we gotta get our shit together - least for ya..." You sighed softly; smiling tight-lipped. "That would be amazing, really, but I guess all we can do now is wait and see..." You received an approving grunt from your partner.

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine at the horrific thought of that.

"If not that's okay, too, Dar," you instantly tried to back-track. "Just want you to drive safely, yeah? It's winter after all." "'Course. Dun worry 'bout me." You nodded to yourself. "Good. I'll see you, then. We text, yeah?" "See ya, darlin'. 'M textin' ya as soon as 'm in my motel."

After ending the call with Daryl, you checked the time and got up; making your way down to the stables to feed the horses.

Around lunchtime the next day, you approached the kitchen. Your destination was clear. It was about time that you talked with your aunt and uncle, since Daryl would be here soon...

Walking inside the spacious room, you found your aunt and uncle sitting opposite each other at the wooden table. Your aunt was cutting vegetables for the soup you knew she was going to cook for lunch, and your uncle had spread out the newspaper in front of him and was sipping on a cup of tea. "Thea? Joe? Can we, uh, talk?" Both heads got lifted; gazes drifting away from their work to face you. "Hello, honey," your aunt Thea spoke warmly with a smile on her face. "Of course we can talk." Your uncle nodded and patted the empty wooden chair; offering you to join them and take a seat.

Thea and Joseph exchanged a look, before they both chuckled - leaving you slightly confused. "And here we were, thinking you wanted to confess that you committed a crime or something," your uncle said then; shaking his head. "We expected worse," agreed your aunt and continued: "But, Y/N, honey... First off, you certainly don't have to ask us for permission if your boyfriend can stay over. You're not a teenager anymore. And secondly..." Thea smiled and placed a hand on top of yours. "We'd absolutely love to meet him, right, Joseph?" Your uncle nodded. "He a decent lad, yes?" You smiled at the positive reaction of your aunt - and your uncle's scepticism. Joe wasn't your real dad, but not less caring. "He is. Daryl's a mechanic and works in his brother's workshop." "So he's into cars?" You shook your head; still smiling. "Bikes." "Ah, I see," Joseph nodded approvingly. "Where did you meet Daryl?" Asked Thea then; attentively listened to your words. "We, uh, well... We met at the 'Rowdy Raccoon', but he's from Georgia. Gainesville, to be precise. He was on a bike trip with his friends and..." You trailed off for a moment. Your mind took you back to that one evening quite a few months back. "Well, uh, this is a story for another time, I'd say, but let's put it that way... We had initial difficulties. Nevertheless, we found back to each other."

"What is it, Y/N? Something serious?" Thea's expression shifted into slight concern - which you quickly extinguished with your answer. "No, no, no, don't worry. It's all good." You gave them both a soft, reassuring smile. "It's just..." You started and took a deep breath; not knowing how to actually say this. It wasn't like you did that on a regular basis...

"Well, I, uh-" "Stop beating about the bush, kid, and just spit it out, eh? We won't bite," your uncle urged you on with a smile and tried to coax whatever you had to say out of you. "Okay, okay," you chuckled; fingers fumbling nervously with the sleeves of your sweater. "I have a boyfriend and I invited him to spend New Year's Eve here, is that okay?" You just blurted out then; almost stumbling over your words.

Thea nodded. The smile was still present on her face. "I'd say he sounds like a decent man." "He is. I promise." "Hopefully," Joe added; taking a sip of his tea. Before you could even answer reached Thea over and chidingly swatted her husband's arm - accompanied by that look. You had to suppress a giggle. Then she turned her attention back to you. "Well, we can't wait to meet him. When will he be here?" "Uh... Sometime today." Your cheeks turned in a soft pink. "Most likely this evening or rather late night. I think I'll go see him at the motel and bring him home tomorrow morning." "Alright. I'll make sure to prepare some more food in the next few days then," your aunt stated with yet another smile.

Once you had slipped inside your shoes, you left the house and walked through the few inches of snow to your car - needing to free it from the snow, of course and then drove to the motel in the city. It took you a hot minute, though, since the streets weren't entirely clear. But about fifteen minutes later, you parked your car on the big parking lot of the motel and texted Daryl.

It was already close to midnight, when your phone made that typical incoming message sound. You were currently laying on your sofa/bed; watching some trash TV with your miniature television.

Checking the message, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Daryl's name had popped up on the screen. 'At the motel now, sunshine.' it read - and you were quick on your feet. He was finally here, in Miles City - and you couldn't wait to see your boyfriend again. You switched off the TV, grabbed your car keys, phone and a warm jacket. Then you closed your apartment door behind yourself and quietly made your way downstairs - knowing that your aunt and uncle were already asleep. Tess certainly wasn't. You were quite sure of that.

'Which room, baby?'

The answer came promptly.

'76'

You smiled and got out of your car; making your way as fast as possible inside the motel – successfully without slipping and falling flat on your face and kissing the ground. Once inside, you searched for room number 76 - trying to focus on the here and now and not let your brain lead you down memory lane again. This was different.

When you came to stand in front of the correct door, you took a deep breath and knocked; heart beating fast against your chest in excitement to see the man you loved again - even if it hadn't been even a week since you lastly saw him.

You smiled; cheeks heating up. "S-Sorry, I-" You didn't get to finish your sentence. Daryl had reached for your hand before you even registered it, and reeled you into his arms. Your body crashed into his, which caused your palms to connect with his still damp chest. And before you even knew what was happening, were his lips on yours; literally kissing you breathless.

Daryl was quick to open the door - standing in front of you half naked, with just in black sweatpants, socks and a towel dangling around his neck which he used to dry his wet hair. He smiled upon seeing you. "Hey, cowgirl."

You just blinked and kept on staring; not having expected to be greeted with this view at all. Not that you complained, though. It was just... not what you thought awaited you.

The biker's chuckle - followed by his deep voice snapped you out of your trance-like state. "Do ya wanna come in or jus' keep on starin'?"

You gasped in surprise, but couldn't help yourself but to melt against him; letting your lips move in sync with his. It was the first 'proper' kiss you shared, since you and Daryl were in an 'official' relationship - and it caused fireworks to explode within your whole body. You had to shockingly discover that you had dearly missed this. Those kind of kisses only Daryl was able to give you. Those kind of kisses who turned you into an addict on the first night you spent together. One thing was certain... You never wanted to miss them again.

The both of you only parted when you ran out of air. With your palms still on Daryl's chest and his hands on your waist, you inhaled deeply; getting fresh air into your lungs. You felt almost delirious, were still lost in the kiss and the touch of his lips - until the biker gently bumped his forehead against yours; his laboured breath fanning over your face. "'M sorry, darlin'. I shouldn't 'ave done tha'. I jus' lost control 'n-" You shook your head and interrupted him; rubbing soothing circles into his pecks with your hands. "No, don't be, please. I loved it." You reassured him and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth to prove your point.

Daryl swallowed. His troubled blue eyes meeting yours. "Y-Yeah? Ya sure?" "Absolutely," you said with a smile. The biker returned your smile and angled his head to entangle your lips in another kiss, but this time it was way more loving and chaste. Not as desperate and sensual as before. Nevertheless you enjoyed it. You loved to feel him this close. You let your hands travel up to wrap around his neck - towel be damned, to be even closer. Daryl got the subtle hint and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist; securing your body against his.

Within minutes, you ended up cuddled against Daryl's side with your head resting on his chest while his arms were snugly wrapped around you. Another smile spread over your lips - full of love. You appreciated that he didn't push you to go further than you momentarily could or wanted to. He respected your decision to not get physical yet; knowing that you were still mentally healing. And Daryl gladly let you drive; handing over the control. After all, he wanted to get it right this time.

The both of you stayed like that for a long moment; just enjoying each other's proximity, all the while exchanging soft kisses now and then - until steps, the distant sound of chatter and suitcases rolling over the carpeted floor managed to burst the bubble you and Daryl were in.

"We, uh, we should probably..." You muttered, trailing off and chuckled breathlessly. Your gaze travelled to the still opened room door and the man in which arms you were. "Yeah, we should," the biker agreed and let momentarily go of you to shut the door, before he embraced you again, but this time pulling you over to the bed.

Your breath hitched momentarily in your throat; chest tightening, "Babe..." but instantly relaxing again at his following words. "Jus' wanna hold ya. Promise," he whispered and guided you to join him in bed. You bit your lip and smiled, before kicking off your shoes and jacket on the way.

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[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

So I finished the first multichapter book in Azrael's series. I'm thinking about writing either several oneshots or another short multi chapter book for his time in New York cause he ends up there for 300+ years.

This is more work than I expected. But I'm doing it and just his series alone is almost 40k words. AJ's is of course longer but that's just because there's more points of view in his one book than there is in Azrael's entire series.

Azrael only has his point of view. His book is less about "it's not just about you" and more "choose your own destiny." Which I'm trying to keep that theme in his whole series.

Like I've mentioned before Azrael has a much longer and more eventful life than AJ does so I want to chip away at some of that. I have to kind of skim over the hundreds of years he was acting/singing because a lot of that is hard for me to write in general.

But I like writing it in snippets instead of in a whole book form despite each portion playing out right after the one prior to it. I decided not to start with his time being experimented on because I don't feel like it would make a good book. There wasn't a ton of hope or even character development when he was going through that. So it's hard to imagine even trying to write it.

But this last chapter of the first short book he met his dad. He's about to finally meet the one I love pairing him with which is why I might make it a short book instead of just a oneshot.

I enjoy writing his POV because the actual character development he goes through is interesting to me.

He goes back and forth so much and I enjoy the twists and turns of it all.

Anyways. Enough of my rambling about this, I have 111,955 words left to go. So I'm gonna try and get to work on making it maybe 100k instead. I added extra stuff to it the last time which is why it went down so much the first time so I'm trying to fix it to where it's just the stuff I've made particularly for ao3. The stuff people can actually read.

I'm gonna write soon. But right now I'm watching a little bit of a horror movie. Not gonna watch much cause I don't want the extra PTS from it.

Doing my best to keep up with writing but legitimately made a deal with my mother that I'd keep trying to make like 600-700 a week to support my own lifestyle while paying rent so it is becoming 100% harder. So if you keep up with my ao3 at all, you might have to expect slower updates because dude, that much is like 15 hours of work a day. Not that I sleep much but STILL.

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✮ The end...

cw: nothing really! cute fluff, silly goofy fic, gaming, end of a game, attachment, jokes, low-key bi reader lol matt masterlist ○ main masterlist

“Nooooo!”

Matt came rushing over at your cry, only to find you dramatically crumbled onto your knees, controller clutched to your chest as “The Legend Of Zelda, Link’s Awakening” end credits roll down the street.

“Baby, really?” Matt snorts, crouching down to rub your back with amusement.

“Don’t ‘really’ me. I love this game!” You sniffle, looking up from your knees with tears glistening in your eyes.

“Aw, sweetheart.. don't cry,” Matt coos, his tone gentler than before although it's pretty clear he's trying not to laugh.

“I—I just can't believe it. I've been working so hard to complete this game and—and now it's over!” You wail, wrapping your arms around Matt and clinging to his form, sniffles filling the room.

“But baby, that's the whole point isn't it? Link is awake now, he did it? Why are you so sad?”

“Koholint is gone!” You sob, your voice dramatically sad like your whole world is ending, but in reality, you're probably just going to find a new game to obsess over in like a day.

“I can’t believe Link. Why would he want to leave Koholint? He had a cute ass girlfriend and could play the claw game for 10 rupees! That's the life, Matt!”

“Well, baby, it wasn't his life. It was just a dream, it would suck to be trapped in a dream forever instead of coming back to real life.” Matt explains, rubbing your back softly.

“Course you said that, you'd probably leave me on the island if I were Marin.” You mope, crossing your arms.

“Hey hey! No need to attack me, sweetheart. You're too cute to leave, maybe Marin just didn't have enough of that factor for Link.” He teases, pressing a gentle peck to your temple.

“Take that back! Marin is adorable, i'd be with her anyday.” You retort, glaring at Matt.

“Okay, okay. I'm done, baby. I'm just going to hold you until you find a new game to obsess over.” Matt snorts, pulling you into his lap.

“Hmph, whatever.. I'm not gonna obsess over a new game.” You pout, huffing quietly but still snuggling against his chest.

“..there is this new one though.. It's like the same style, but it's Zelda as the hero instead. I've seen so many trailers, and it’s so cool.”

Matt chuckles, cupping your face in his palms. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before looking at you with an affectionate grin.

“Tell me all about this new game, baby.”

☆Soph's notes: hehe I hope you like this one!! this is lowkey based off of me finishing the game the other day but wtv guys.. it was a cute idea I think. also I've lowkey been neglecting Matt and Nick so expect fewer chris fics/blurbs until they're equal lol

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[tadasfics]

Tony Time

Heh more Date Everything content bc I’m obsessed.  Proofread? ❌ Wordcount: 2k Discord server for the awesome fanfic community! https://discord.gg/QX2vf9xWKm (pm me if it does not work)  NSFW Male reader  Warnings: Nudes, Despratation, Sex, Scratches, Biting, Choking, Dirtytalk

Your Day was slowly beginning To end as the sun slowed to the horizon and the summer air started to cool around you. You swung by Tony's work to watch him make himself look busy to impress you. That's when you went over to him while he was leaning against something wrapping your arms from behind and smiling into his shoulder. “Guess who!” You said cheerfully not letting go just yet. He looked at you and said “hey you, you're just in time” turning around and picking you up holding you by your thighs. “I was feeling a little low, give me some sugar won't ya?” All you could do was smile and give him a kiss that always sends his head for a spin. That was when he chuckled and put you down giving you another soft kiss on the head saying “gonna have to let you go, I get started with you, I'm never going to finish my job here.” you nodded but you and Tony had rarely seen each other lately outside of his work hours. You needed a small touch of him that would last forever in your eyes. 

As you walked off you could feel that stupid ass smile he always had after he kissed you. He always felt smitten by you. It had been about 6 months since you two got together when he tried to play it off casually and lean against the door frame while stumbling over his words. He thought he was so smooth. Every time you think of that moment you get that flutter in your chest and that blush that always makes you smile. As you made it to your shared home you settled onto the couch. 

You glanced at your traditional watch, It's 7:30 pm, you sighed leaning over laying on the edge of the couch knowing Tony wouldn't be home for a while considering a lot of construction work is done at night in the summer. You looked around at all of your surroundings taking it all in. You two have a modest living condition considering your job still has you in labor limbo. You bring in that little money but when you start talking about getting a full time job again he shuts it down instantly. You didn't know whether his pride was hurt by you having the possibility to make more than him or he just likes the idea of his pretty little partner waiting on him to get home and being a homebody. Either way you couldn’t really complain.  

You saw your phone on the coffee table and for a moment a devious thought crossed your mind. But wait.. He was working to provide a life for you two, you wouldn't sabotage his performance on purpose right? … right? 

You had finally gotten to the phone and started to think about what you could really do to turn him on by just a few photos. But who am I kidding this man probably gets hard at the thought of you showering, you don't have to do much. You looked around and started to think. You made your way to the bedroom looking at what you had in your closet. Until you saw it. Your full body mirror you had recently bought that Tony said he was going to put up a month ago. You smirked as you tugged off your pants and put them into the dirty laundry leaving you in your boxers and a t-shirt you liked to wear on days that were slow and didn't have plans. 

You held your phone tightly as you turned around pulling the shirt to ball up in the front to expose your hips and the slight curve of your hip dips. Turning the flash on so he couldn't see your face only from your mid back down. You studied the picture for a few minutes before sending it off and putting your phone face down and you walked to the kitchen trying not to let the blush take over your face or think about the picture too hard. He probably didn't even see it yet. He is working and wouldnt look at his phone and would be professional. That's what you told yourself knowing damn well this man would make the “Awooga” noise out loud if he saw it while he was at work. You opened your refrigerator to take out one of Tony’s beers to get your mind off of what you just sent to your boyfriend. Sure you two lived together but it's not like either of you really had done that… together. You two just talked about it. You took the cold beer back to your shared bedroom and hesitantly picked up your phone looking at your messages with Tony. 

“DAMN” “Sorry” “Are you staying like that” “Please” “Can I venmo you ones to get you to send more” 

You felt that oh so familiar flush creeping at your cheeks reading his messages. Your thumbs stumbled writing the reply your dick thinking for you completely. I mean what were you supposed to do? Say no to the boyfriend you craved right now? “Are you sure you can’t come home any earlier? I seem to have caught myself in some trouble fixing a pipe and its leaking Tons” you felt your face when your hand felt freezing in comparison. 

Tony responded almost immediately like he had been staring at his phone waiting on your response. “Give me 30” was all he said. You felt as if your head was spinning not knowing what To do. Do you stay like that or do you strip completely down? You paced the bedroom taking another sip of the beer you grabbed earlier. This was going to be a fun night. 

You leaned at the office door when he walked in. His head spun all the ways it could before he spotted you. He made the b-line to you pulling you close to him. “Why hello there” he said as clearly as he could but the blush on his face betrayed him sharing every intention he had. You chuckled looking at him and gave him a soft innocent kiss. “So Tons how was work?” you asked, leaning into his ear playing with the shoulder band of his overalls and slowly starting to unclip the right side. He stumbled over his words before pulling you closer. “It was amazing” he said, playing with the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to feel at your hips and squeezing slightly at the meat on the sides of your stomach. 

That's when he pulled you in for a kiss not wanting to waste anymore time. Your hands moved to the other clip that was holding his overalls up. As the clip fell the front of his overalls fell to where his belt forced it to stay. You pulled back smirking; you started to push his shirt up kissing that small part of his chest you can see with his shirt on. He pulled you closer to where you could feel his throbbing erection through his overalls. You leaned back pushing the shirt over his head, you moved your hand to his chest hair looking him up and down with a gentle “hm”. He was entirely flustered. The cocky bastard that you fell for stood in front of you with the biggest blush on his cheek. His hands sliding down to your ass giving it a small squeeze before picking you up and taking you up the stairs. But your arms were focused on getting his belt off. It dropped after you finally got it undone. His pants fell with his toolbelt with each step he took. By the time you two were at the top of the stairs the only thing he had on was his boxers and gloves. He laid you down onto your bed smirking and putting his pointer finger to his mouth taking off his glove with his teeth before he took off the other glove normally. 

He leaned down kissing your stomach, biting down slowly and sucking; his tongue, lapping up the mark he was giving you. He let out a small groan when your legs wrapped around his hips. He pushed the shirt up and over your head getting back up onto his feet leaning in and kissing your lips. “Fuck you taste so fucking good.” he said groaning into your lips. You opened your mouth moving your tongue with his. His hands gripped your hips rutting into you. You put your hand to his chest pushing him back slightly and sliding off the remaining garments you have on. Tony watched you absolutely mesmerized with how beautiful he thinks you are. He snapped out of his daze sliding off his boxers as well. He nearly pounced on top of you once he had them fully off. His leg sliding in between yours pressing against your groin. He kissed your neck, lifting your legs up and leaning back to look into your eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this? You know when I get started i'm goin’ all in”he asked, making sure he had your consent and not just implications. You smiled. “Yes, Tony. I promise I want you soul and body for as long as you will have me.” 

With that response he reached over into the bedside table pulling out a bottle of lube and coating himself in a thick layer of it. Tony positioned himself before pushing inside slowly. He groaned, leaning his head against your chest as he pushed in. One of your hands found Tony’s back and the other hand gripping the sheets behind you. He gave shallow thrusts going deeper each time before bottoming out. He let out a small whimper taking in how good you made him feel before leaning up and checking on you. But when he saw your cute face he couldn't help but start thrusting into you. He held you in place a sharp gasp or groan with each thrust. You on the other hand were a moaning mess looking up at him gripping onto his back leaving marks neither of you knew were there just yet. He leaned in, kissing you, muffling the moans both of you were letting out. 

You moved your other hand to his back, the nails dipping into his skin to grip him feeling like you were almost going to slip away if you eased up your grip. He broke the kiss painting moving a hand from your hips to your throat. “That feels good don't it?” he thrusted harder and faster. “yeah? Yea??” He asked taunting you with each thrust making your head spin as his hand tightened the rush of everything at once making the experience more enticing. His grip on your throat loosened as he trembled from the pleasure. “F-fuck” he managed to sputter out slowing down to roll his hips into you. He moaned out your name the more he went in and out. “Im, mh.. Im close, please please- fuck” is all he could make out thrusting into you before he sped up again didnt even giving you a chance to respond.  A few more thrusts and his load was shooting inside you. He gave a few more thrusts. You came, leaking onto your stomach as you called out his name pulling him in for a kiss. 

After a few seconds he pulled back panting before pulling out of you and kissing your head. “Fuck babe” he snickered. “Wow” he looked you up and down before kissing your stomach, licking the cum off of you. You leaned up kissing him properly before he pulled you in and kissing your head. “You really know how to take it out of me huh” to which you could only chuckle. Before long you were both asleep

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[imsodishy]

They kept his fucking rolodex.

It hardly seems like it should rank very high on the list of the indignities that have been heaped on Steve's head over the last 24 hours, but, for some reason, it’s the one that sticks in his craw as security frog-marches him out of the building.

They called fucking security! Like he's some kind or dangerous threat.

Had things gotten a little heated in Gary's office? Maybe. But, call him crazy, Steve thinks if the man who's been sleeping with your wife for the past eight months unceremoniously fires you without cause, you should be allowed to call him a gutless shit-dick at whatever volume you damn well please!

Security pushes him through the lobby while people stare and then shove him out the door, tossing a sad (rolodex-less) cardboard box of his effects after him.

He grabs it up and lobs the box at their retreating backs, but it’s already banged up from rough treatment, and the handle rips clean through on his wind-up. When he releases it it swings wide, arcing sharply downward, barely connecting with the lower third of the glass door before it disintegrates, vomiting out the sad collections of belongings they bothered to pack up for him across the paving stones.

A completely unsatisfying, pathetic showing. Which is consistent at least.

"Assholes!" he shouts at no one, everyone, himself, and that's a little more satisfying.

He straightens his rumpled-beyond-fixing suit, and goes to collect his things, even though he hasn't got a box to carry them in now. The very first item that he grabs happens to be a picture of him and Jill at last year's Christmas party, and it takes very little math to realize that she was already fucking Gary at that point in time. Steve looks for some kind of sign in her glossy, 8x10 smile, but it looks totally normal to him. She looks happy.

He really is fucking moron, isn't he?

He drops the frame, and it was already broken, but the further crunch of glass still feels kind of satisfying in his gut.

Steve had been aware of the sound of a machinery somewhere behind him, in the way you're vaguely aware of city noises around you. It's not until he turns around to see his car that the sound resolves into the whir of a tow truck's hoist.

"No. Nonono, hey! No, That's my car!" he shouts as he jogs over.

The truck operator throws Steve an unconcerned glance over his shoulder, "And now you car is on my truck," he shrugs and turns back to their vehicles, "Life's a funny thing, ain't it."

"Right, but I'm here now, so can we get my car off your truck?"

"No can do, amigo," he doesn't even turn to face Steve this time, "Once the wheels go up it's a done deal."

"Oh come on, man, I'm already having a truly terrible day. I just got fired-"

"And your wife left you," Steve freezes, how the fuck? "Your kid has pneumonia, your grandma died, your house burned down, your dog ran away, and anyway, you were only gonna be parked for a minute, honest."

Now the guy turns fully to face Steve. He's like a parody of an all American, blue-collar, man's man; thick arms folded across his chest, grey coveralls zipped down to the waist to reveal a white tank top stained with the marks of hard work, curly blonde mullet, shadow of a mustache plus faint 5 o'clock shadow, he's even chewing on a goddamn toothpick. "Does that about cover it, Doll?" he asks sarcastically.

Steve flushes hot with anger, where does this guy (Billy, according to the embroidered breast pocket on his coveralls) get off. "Look, pal, I'm not trying to pull something here. I actually just lost my actual job," he gestures at the glass and chrome high-rise he was just ejected from, "So stop screwing around and put my car down so I can go-" Steve cuts himself off before saying 'home' because he can't go home can he? He frowns at the thought, then shakes it off, "I am not in the mood for whatever little power trip you've got going on here. So just," Steve makes a grab for the weird remote thing the guy is holding that Steve's pretty sure controls the tow functions.

The guy takes a half step back and firmly smacks Steve's hand away with a snort, "Hey now, don't get handsy, Sweetheart."

God, what is with the pet-names.

"Were you dropped on you head as a child?" Steve snaps, "I'm saying put. My car. Down," Steve jabs him in the chest with two fingers.

"And I'm saying no," the guy shoves him back, hard enough that Steve almost stumbles, "Are you that used to getting always your way, Princess?"

Steve laughs, he can't help it. "My way? My way? You think any of this is going my way? Getting fired, from a job I never fucking wanted? The job my dad got for me because my wife thought it would be good for us? Maybe just so she could fuck my boss, and take the house, which i didn't pick anyway!" Somewhere in his head Steve is aware that he's ranting like a lunatic, "Her and my mother picked the house together. Didn't ask me anything except to sign on the dotted goddamn line! And they decorated it together too! Picked every single thing in it without consulting me, including the stuff in my fucking study! And hey, that's fine. 'Cuz I maybe I only married her in the first place because my mother thought she was a good match! And you know what else? I hate that fucking car! I hate BMWs I'd rather drive a fucking pinto! So take it!" Steve digs the keys out of his pocket and lobs them at the tow truck driver's face, "Take the fucking car you stupid, blonde, asshole!" Then he takes a wild, haymaker swing at the poor guy, to really put a cherry on top of his meltdown.

The guy dodges the keys and Steve's fist in quick succession, then he calmly cocks a fist back, and pops him one. Right in the nose.

Steve’s on his ass on the sidewalk, almost before he knows what's happened. He claps a hand over his face, hissing through his teeth at the sting.

A shadow looms over him. Steve looks up, somewhat reluctantly, at the tow truck driver. He's got his arms crossed over his solid chest, and he's looking down at Steve, wholly unimpressed with his shit. "You done?" he asks, exactly like you would ask a toddler if they're done throwing a tantrum.

"Yeah," Steve answers, nasal because he's pinching his nose, "Yeah, I'm done."

The guy uncrosses his arms, "You bleeding?"

Steve pulls the hand of his face with a wince, but there's no blood to be seen. "Doesn't look like it," he says, "God, I haven't actually been punched since, like, high school I think... hurts more than I remember. "

Billy sniffs, "Yeah, it always does." There's a long beat where he just looks down at Steve silently, before he sighs and sticks a hand out to help him up, "Tell you what, you can ride with me to the depot. That way you'll get there before they close, and you can get your car back right away."

Steve stares at his rough, grease stained hand, "You're still going to tow me? I really did get fired, look," Steve points at his crushed box of crap.

Billy looks at it dispassionately, then looks back at Steve, hand still outstretched, he smiles, "No point in both of us getting fired."

Yeah, that's probably fair. Steve reaches out to take the proffered hand, but instead of helping him up, first Billy leans down into his space and says, "But, tell you what, afterwards, I'll buy you a beer. Okay, Bambi?"

"My name is Steve," he says as he's hauled upright, feeling a little dizzy, from standing too fast or from the knock to the head maybe.

Billy's grin widens, "Whatever you say, Pretty Boy."

High-powered businessman Steve, who is having the worst day of his life, his wife kicked him out, she left him, for his boss, who just fired him, and the absolute last thing he needs is his car getting towed...

and tow truck driver Billy.

[sparrow-in-the-field]

Just saw this post on twt of an old Seb interview talking about early/young Bucky's flaws and anger and willingness to do dirty work for Steve. It's a really thoughtful view of the character on its own (I do love how thoughtfully Seb talks about Bucky in general), but because I'm me, I'm gonna make it about winteragent for a second.

Because once again I just can't get over their similarities. I just know that deep down Bucky sees himself in John. He relates to his anger, his rashness, his instinct for action. And in a lot ways, that's why he's hard on John, but I think it makes sense that a certain fondness and protectiveness would stem from that, too.

In particular, I'm thinking about how Seb even called Bucky "trigger happy at times" and how that relates to John killing that guy in tfatws. Bucky's been where John is in that moment, just without the public disgrace, the reputation of the shield to uphold, and that's the difference. I wonder if Bucky hadn't had his own anger and issues to work through in tfatws, if he would have been more sympathetic to John. If he would have been more inclined to take John under his wing (probably still encourage him to be a different hero rather than replicating CA). If he would have been there to teach John how to control and let go of his anger, and most importantly, protect him from letting any bad guys take advantage of his anger the way Bucky had been used and abused.

I like to hope there's some potential for this type of relationship between them in any future Thunderbolts story lines, now that they're on a team together and Bucky is in a better place (has gone to therapy, worked through his anger, etc. Imo he is shown as a calmer, more mentor type in thunderbolts in general, so why not play this up with his interactions with John?). I mean I suppose we saw a small hint of this when John started to pull his gun on Val and Bucky calmly got him to wait. More of this, please 🤲

but then in the post credits scene the russos just had them banter about his bent shield 🙄 so. Not exactly holding my breath. But a girl can dream, right?