#if i thought the 80s were to hot I would never be able to leave my bouse

[taryry]

Here’s what Nevermoor character you love the most to says about you:

This is for entertainment purposes only, im not trying to offend anyone by this im just really bored and obsessing over Nevermoor. Again.

1) Morrigan Crow - you probably have family issues. You are a kind of person who has inside jokes with themselves and enjoys it. You had a Mitski phase. Or you still do. You have a small group of people that you trust with your life. You are probably a bit morbid. You are a night owl yet you love mornings. A high achiever. Go rest. You dont tend to express your opinions, others have to ask whats on your mind. You prefer peaceful surroundings. You cant stand the dirt in general and probably take way more showers trough the day than necessary. Amazing intuition. Your favorite subjects is history or any kind of social study.

2) Hawthorne Swift - you are very loyal and optimistic. You sleep with the socks on. You study for the test only if its about the stuff you are interested in, the rest of your grades are probably good because of your friends that get u out of trouble. You tend to get distracted a lot. You say your thoughts out loud and your inside voice does not like to cooperate with you. You let your intrusive thoughts win. People are drawn to you and children love being around you. You own the chaotic neutral genre. You take PE seriously. You were biting other kids when you were younger. You give the best hugs.

3) Cadence Blackburn - you are actually very emotional but would rather sit naked on a hot grill than let someone know. You sideye everyone. You love reading and you love walking around the forest. You either love rain or hate it no in between. Both cat and dog person. You love wearing rings and styling your hair. You use sarcasm to the point where people cant tell if you are being sarcastic or not. People think you are annoyed by them but you are actually happy to spend time with them. Good at keeping secrets and hiding stuff at general.

4) Jack - you are annoyed easily and you dont care if it shows. You enjoy studying and politic discussions. You play a music instrument or have played at some point or you really want to. Amazing sense of humor. For all of your closest friends you have thought that they were annoying and you couldnt stand them at first. You like to tease others. A bit arrogant but a good heart. A great listener with a lot of patience. You hate when others ask you to repeat what you have just said and every time it happens u take a second while staring at the wall and taking a deep breath before talking again. Responsibleoldersiblingcommunity.com

5) Jupiter North - you are a fan of 80s music. You are very optimistic and people are naturally gravitating towards you. You read people like an open book that was written for 5 year olds. You like making jokes about others but you can take a joke about you. People are scared when you get angry. Patient. Mother of the group. You like dancing in the rain and talking to strangers. One of the greatest students but nobody cant figure out how is that possible. You love traveling and trying out new things . Getting out of the comfort zone isnt a problem for you. You drink milk straight out of the carton, partly because it pisses others off and partly bc it keeps you from spilling it Born leader. A heart of gold. Chaotic. People think u say everything out loud but you dont. Others find you very comforting. I love you.

6) Ezra Squall - dark humor™. People cant tell when you are actually joking and try their best to stay in good terms with you. Clean freak. You love children. Unhealthy perfectionist. You dont study a lot but you have amazing grades. U enjoy listening to Crystal Castles and low vibrational music. Ambivert. You. Have. Style. You are able to predict things before you see the outcome. You do stuff for yourself and you think that the end justifies the means. You never explain yourself unless really necessary. You leave people on seen just for fun. Rule maker or breaker usually the first. You know your way with words and people. Unique person.

I hope you enjoyed this, comment if you guys want part 2!!

Stay wundrous xoxo

[is-the-fire-real]

judío por elección (part 1)

(TW: aging, death, brief description of dead body and the effects of death)

We were stopped on the street two years ago by a small gray-haired lady who was thrilled to hear us speaking English. She herself was a Londoner who transplanted to our small Andalusian village with her husband almost twenty years ago. She was thrilled to hear people speaking in her mother tongue and invited my wife and I in for coffee anytime.

We started taking her up on it. The pandemic was still On, but not Lockdown On. We wore masks, sat on their broad terrace over six feet apart, and shouted conversation at each other. She always gave us tons of cookies and coffee from her once-white, now-brown-from-use plastic electric kettle. I get nervous about plastic kettles, but drank it anyway. And here was where we met her husband, E.

E was stooped and frail where his wife, S, was merely beginning to run down a little. When you get to E's age, the skeleton starts to come out in your features. Even then, we had no idea how old E really was until he casually mentioned that he remembered his father coming back from the war.

The War, he said, and I told my wife afterwards this must be WW2, and later, we asked enough questions to validate that guess. So in his 80s.

E forgot a lot of things. He acting like being Jewish was a secret because he'd forgotten how he'd hung up a Passover plate on one wall, and how he'd marked the eastern wall of the house with a plaque of the Tablets of the Law. We decided to make him feel safer by talking about my Jewish stepfamily and my wife's experiences of being mistaken for Jewish. He talked about learning Hebrew before he learned English, a little about growing up Orthodox in England in the fifties. Then he made us swear we'd never tell anyone in the village that he was Jewish.

We swore.

He wasn't an easy person to be around. Part of aging sometimes is feeling the weight of all your seemingly-innocent choices along the way dragging your body down into oblivion. Throughout his life, E smoked and E was a jeweler who did woodworking and home repair and almost never wore a mask. E when I knew him was tied to an oxygen tank and sounded like he breathed underwater. Throughout his life, E was strong and able to exert gentle control over others; when I knew him, his reedy voice rose to sharply criticize anyone around him.

He complained of how things were different now in the village; I saw his fear of the last great big change behind his words.

That was how my wife and I treated these visits: we were seeing an old man at the end of his life far away from his family trying to cope. He told the same set of stories over and over again; we took it as him needing certainty that somebody would know and tell those stories. (One of them: E worked on set design for the show "Merlin", kept the molds, and utilized them in his home design... so some of his walls had little archways with Merlin's star or the throne's symbol impressed upon them.) He went back and forth between taxing S with unreasonable requests and trying to ratchet them back when he saw he went too far.

Early in the summer of 2023, E started repainting and cleaning off his terrace and rooftop. S would cry and beg and plead for him not to, it was too hot, he'd go without oxygen too long (she was right). E ignored her. I drank my coffee and thought about how he must know the end was near and how he wanted to leave the house in a nice condition for S to live in, or sell, afterward.

The last thing he tried to do was repaint part of the ceiling which had collapsed and decorate it with stars, galaxies, and black holes. "It takes a great deal of time to reproduce the universe," he'd say, and my wife would laugh and say "Of course, it took G-d six days but we're not G-d", and then E'd laugh, every time.

Toward the end of an obscenely hot June, S called me in shrieking tears and told me "I think E has died!"

I was in the middle of six chores when I got that phone call, none of which were done that day. My wife and I ran for S's house. E had been mostly bed-bound for the past two weeks. He had gotten out of bed, walked into the foyer, and collapsed. He was almost certainly dead immediately. S had to do CPR on him while weeping and talking to the emergency workers in broken Spanish.

Never seen a dead body before.

After the workers finally arrived, it went more quickly. They picked his body up and wrapped him in a sheet and laid him on the marital bed. My wife, who speaks Spanish natively, spoke to all the different workers. I didn't, so I ended up finding a mop and cleaning up the urine that coated the entire foyer. (The next day I'd bring by a steam cleaner, run it through the whole foyer, and then I steam cleaned her kitchen so we could all pretend I hadn't brought it over to cleanse the last of E from the house.)

(When I learned that you kasher a microwave by steaming water in it, I immediately thought of that day.)

I led S into the room where E's body lay. I pulled out my phone while she cried. I didn't yet understand how an ethnoreligion worked, but I still had a sense that while E wasn't passionately religious, he would want certain things for himself. If he didn't, then S needed something that would help her move into grief. And I knew that it'd help me. So I pulled up an English language version of a mourning prayer and guided S through it.

This calmed her a little, and after touching his outline, she left the room. Alone, not sure if he said it or if I believed it, I recited the Shema on his behalf. (Which I had learned, to my goyim embarrassment, from "The Sandman".)

After E's passing, none of his remaining family were Jewish, and nobody wanted his Judaica. Once S started cleaning all the remnants out of her house, she went hard on purging the Judaica. I don't blame her for this, exactly. She was grieving and she had no concept of how important some of those objects could be. My wife told her to give us any books or items that were about Judaism instead of throwing them away. When she did, S lit up and immediately gave us his mezuzahs. One was empty. One had a tatty old prayer sheet inside it.

My wife and I looked for hours on how to dispose of the prayer (we still haven't, we're working on it). I looked up whether or not it was okay for non-Jews to hang mezuzah. As I shared the results, my wife laughed and said they'd feel weird about it, like they were cosplaying Judaism.

"I'd like to be Jewish," they said, as they had for the past fifteen years on and off, "only I can't."

This time, for the first time, I said: "Why not?"

[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 12 : is this the thanks i get?

a/n : this chapter alternates between tweets and written parts so be sure to read them in order! and as always ignore the timestamps. if you saw me post a different version of this on friday, no you didn't :3

Jungwon looks up from his phone, chuckling at you, Jake and Sunghoon arguing once again over your choice of movie. The others were too busy in the kitchen to care. But Jungwon sure was having a little too much fun watching you enjoy yourself testing his friends. He thought you were so adorable when you were mischievous; he liked this fun, playful and kind of badass side of you that liked horror movies.

You happen to catch his eye then, and he looks away blushing. You feel your cheeks getting hot too, for some weird reason. Then as if remembering something, Jungwon gets up and walks into one of the other rooms and emerges a few seconds later holding a paper bag. To your surprise, he comes straight to you and hands it over.

“My friends and I happened to see this while we were out the other day and we thought you'd like it,” he explains sheepishly.

You're too busy looking at what's inside to notice Jake and Sunghoon whipping their heads up simultaneously, furrowed brows and confused faces silently questioning Jungwon.

“Jake! Hoon!” Jay calls from the kitchen just then, “I need you to have a bite of this and tell me if it tastes the same as last time,”

The two gladly excuse themselves, leaving you alone with Jungwon and a soft toy replica of your pet. You take it in your hands, your heart swelling.

“Do you like it?” Jungwon asks hesitantly, sitting next to you.

“I LOVE it! You guys really didn't have to, but thank you soo much!”

You had actually been worrying a little about how you were gonna be able to sleep without Maeumi, since you had gotten so used to having him snuggled up next to you all night. So it was kind of uncanny how perfect this gift was. You teared up a little, you hadn't expected this at all. It might seem like just a simple gift but you're so touched because it means so much to you.

Jungwon notices you dab at your eye and looks concerned. He's about to say something but you silence him with a stern look. “If you tell anyone about this, I will have Maeumi piss your bed.” You know you would never hear the end of it, especially from Riki, if he found out you got emotional over a stuffed animal.

“Woooww is this the thanks I get?” he pretends to be offended and you both laugh.

You wonder why you hadn't become friends with him much earlier. He's sweet, funny, mature, has a lot in common with you, and it's so fun to hang out with him. And he's so cute. That's normal, right? To think of your friends as cute? Of course it is, you call Sunoo cute all the time. But wait, this feels a bit different. Ah, whatever. You're probably overthinking it.

“Yn I think you're gonna love my masterpiece,” Riki's voice startles you both and you sit up straight, shuffling away to make space in between for Riki, despite the fact that there's plenty of seat available on either side of you and Jungwon.

“Pfft please, Jay did like 80% of the work,” Heeseung corrects, flopping down next to you.

“Ok but still, that 20% is important. It has the power to make or break the dish,” he argues and Heeseung rolls his eyes.

You show them the plushie Jungwon and his friends got you, and they all agree that it was indeed very sweet of them. “Okay but put it back inside quickly because if Maeumi sees it he'll mistake it for a chew toy,”

Meanwhile Jungwon quietly slips away to join his friends in the kitchen.

“Uhh Won, what was that?” Jake asks, referring to what had happened earlier.

Jungwon just shrugs. “I was being careful, like you guys asked. Figured me giving them the plushie might be a bit overkill. But if they think it's from all of us, it won't seem like such a big thing, right?”

The three older guys share a look, impressed.

After dinner, the guys slowly start leaving one by one until it's just you left with Jungwon. It's partly because you're reluctant to leave Maeumi and partly because when you leave, you'll have to face reality again. You'll be starting a new chapter of your life and you have no idea how it'll go. You'll have to start packing your own stuff to move in at the dorm, and this time there'll be no tiny pitter-patter of paws following you around. You decide to leave once Maeumi falls asleep, which to your disappointment, happens soon enough.

Jungwon comes to see you off at the door. “I know you're a little tense,” he says, picking up on your mood, “but this might not be as bad as you think. It'll get easier, and the 3 years will be over before you know it,”

You smile, nodding. “Yeah, I suppose you're right,”

“And remember, we're just a couple of minutes away. You can come see him anytime you want.”

“Thanks a lot for doing this again. It really means so much,” you give him a hug, and immediately regret it when you feel him stiffen. You step back, say an awkward goodbye and leave. God, what were you thinking? Well, you didn't think. That was the problem. You surprised yourself with that hug, to be honest. But God, Jungwon must think you're so weird. Ughh, you-

“I think you should stay over,” he blurts out just as you're at the gate.

You stop in your tracks. “What?”

[silastreeguy]

Today's date: Saturday, 29th of July, 2023

Dear Diary,

I have found myself on a website called Tumblr— I can't imagine it has anything to do with gymnastics— though I'm told you can find just about anything on here. (Including gymnastics, if you so please)

I had a wonderful break-fast, though it was lunch time, of rice and chicken, corn, and bread sticks! I love bread sticks, but I don't like garlic. I know garlic bread is popular, and I have nothing against it— just the smell and the oily taste is very bad in my mouth. But I love bread all the same. And I do love almond butter toast!

Here's a question. Why is is called garlic bread if it's toasted, and why is it weird to call it garlic toast?

Back to my more planned thoughts.

I am going to instill my thoughts and feelings onto this website and talk about the things that interest me. Including but not limited to: History , the 80s, and Frogs™.

I recall a rainy night in November, similar to the summer storms we've had recently, but the previous summer of that year much cooler— still hot, mind you— but not nearly so.

Anyways, I remember when I was younger, I was absolutely not dressed for the weather, but I didn't care because catching frogs was much more important than that. Besides, I knew I'd be taking a bath that evening anyways, so get as dirty as possible now, cleanse later. Frogs now.

So anyways my friend Jonah had me fetch a pail so we could hold more frogs than our grubby little teenaged hands could carry...

...

I remember Jonah dearly.

I think...

I think I might have liked him, as well as cared for him. But that was a long time ago.

I'm sure he's happy wherever he is, chasing and catching frogs...

...

He grew to be quite the chap to go to for anything related to swamps, bogs, marshes, glades— all of which he insisted were Very Different Things™— I believe him of course, I just wouldn't be able to see the difference even if it had hit me with a brick till I wore it as a hat.

It wasn't just the environments, but the plants and animals too.

He told to "make sure to get a fitted lid, lest they leap about, I must look at them closely!" I of course obliged. I knew just as much about frogs, that they were particularly squirmy and very beautiful. I have always love their different colours and the shapes of their spots, patterns— I mustn't go on too much. They're just little guys though :)

Jonah studied plants, animals, even from a young age. And he was always very clever.

"We must study the natural world around us to grow into well-rounded, proper adults!" I would have never been clever enough to think of something like that, even as I grew up into a proper adult years later, to save our hides for leaving chores half-finished for frogs. I often wrote down the little things he said that stuck with me so I wouldn't forget them. I don't want to leave behind an improper image of him. Or remember him incorrectly myself.

He spent just about from noon to supper outside in the muck. My mother didn't approve, Jonah's mother did. And occasionally, I could have sworn she would give my mother a very good, nasty, side-eye. This cheered me greatly.

I could only spent half that time outside before my mother drags me in by the ear and forces me into the bath. Jokes on her. I love swimming! But that evening, long after supper had ended and mother was asleep. I had said my prayers and pretend to sleep until she slept.

I snuck out to enjoy the rain from under the awning. Only to have Jonah sit beside me with a frog in his hand, we named him Reginald's pants. He had a colouration that looked like he had fancy pants! We watched the rain, and talked for 2 hours. I slept very well that evening.

He and I were both very much into books, and I still am. He prefered encyclopedias and Atlases and I preferred novels. Though my mother thought I spent far too much time with my nose in a book and should have concerned my self with real things.

But where does fiction come from, mother? Real Things

And what was real, and is still very much true is that I like frogs and and leg warmers and Jonah

...

Sincerely,

Silas

[biggestsimp12]

☁️Fluff prompts☁️

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1."You're so adorable."

2. "Come cuddle."

3. "Can't you stay a little longer?"

4. "When I'm with you, I'm happy."

5. "Going somewhere?

6. "I'm better, now that you're here."

7. "I could never forget you."

8. "You make me happy."

9. "You're more than that."

10. "You're the only one I wanna wake up next to."

11. "you're hugging me too tight!"

12. "stop looking at me like that!"

13. "has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?"

14. "how mad would you be if i kissed you?"

15. "LOL, my lipgloss is all over your lips."

16. "that's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

17. "you're lucky you're hot."

18. "I didn't know you could sing."

19. "you weren't supposed to hear that!"

20. "shut up before i kiss you."

21. "you give me butterflies."

22. "I can't focus around you."

23. "kiss me better."

24. "why'd you stop?"

25. "you wrote me a song?"

26. "I'm not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand."

27. "you ramble and it's adorable."

28. "are you blushing?"

29. "I'll drive you home."

30. "you're shit at math."

31. "take my jacket."

32. "could you hold my hand?"

33. "you're so cute when you're mad."

34. "you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

35. "I would do this everyday if I could."

36. "I love you so much that it terrifies me."

37. "you have soft hands."

38. "are you tired?"

39. "you have everything to me, can't you see that?"

40. "can i keep it, the photo of us?"

41. "you're a terrible driver."

42. "You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with"

43. "did i say that out loud?"

44. "hey, only i can call them that!"

45. "have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?"

46. "I meant it when I said for better or for worse."

47. "that's the sixth time you've complimented me today."

48. ​​"nothing else matters except for you."

49. "we could run away."

50. "the world could be on fire and I'd still be happy as long as I'm with you."

51. "they're such an idiot. my idiot but still."

52. "this isn't adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you."

53. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

54. "You're honestly the cutest when you're all flustered and red."

55. "We need more people in the world like you."

56. "Okay, well if you're leaving me for the day then the least you can do is give me a hug before you go."

57."I'll do you one better and give you a hugs and a few kisses."

58. "Why have I never noticed how gorgeous your eyes are?"

59. "Your arms are my safe space, so that's it

where I'll be sleeping tonight."

60. "Your nose is just so.. boop-able." *Boop*

61. "I need you to plant a kiss right on my forehead. Please."

62. "I can't move because you're sitting on top of me."

- "Have you ever thought that maybe

the problem isn't me sitting on you, but

maybe you're sitting under me?"

63. "Your hair is really soft after you wash it."

64. "Ssh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

65. "You smell really nice."

66. "Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater?

It smells like you."

67. "I might have slept with your robe when you were gone."

68. "If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

69. "Here, let's share the blanket."

70. "You're comfortable."

71. "You are my new pillow."

72. "You are very endearing when you are half-asleep."

73. "But I want to hear you sing."

74. "We can talk over dinner."

75."Don't be stubborn. Try it!"

76. "Don't get up - I'll do it."

77. "Will you let me rub your back?"

78. "How to give me a back scratch?"

79. "Star-gazing was a good idea."

80. "You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight."

81. "I'll always be here for you."

82. "I'll be here to protect you."

83. "I think I love you." "You are my love."

84. "How about something warm? It will help you sleep." "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."

85. "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you."

"It's not morning yet."

86. "Shush and go back to bed."

87. "I heard you talking in your sleep."

88. "Your bed head is really cute.

89. "We'll do dishes together."

90. "You have something in your hair.. um-do you want me to get it out?"

91. "Just 5 more minutes."

92. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.."

93. "I would've had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn't want to wake you."

94. "I know I've kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please."

95. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

96. "Wanna, like-I mean, if you're not busy.. We could you have lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't

have a lot of time?"

97. "So I was driving past a pet store and

couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home.."

98. "Shooting star. Make a wish."

99. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

100. "I want to marry you."

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[the-firebird69]

I started talking to BG and he got really hot and started going after me a lot I told him to cool off and get away from me and he wouldn't and I was as mop.. And I ended up having to beat up quite a bit and he slowed down on it i'll tell you what these people are really hot for this stupid stuff and there's a few moms showing up he says I see one is mom and then Yu-gi-oh and that's it it's Yukio and not the other one but this is what it's like she's powerful OK and between the two of them they're keeping them out and Corinne is showing up but she's in her quiet place day one format. And we thought it would start today but it's not I guess they have more fights and BJA took over three of those places not 20 or 150 or whatever and he took over like 50 of the medium that was a lot and about 500 small ones and he's going around grabbing more and it's a war and they're going at it and they're going to attack the Pseudo Empire.

Hera

there is a series of attacks that's going to occur tonight they are in the northern hemispheres of the continents of the western hemisphere and they are pretty big by the Morlock onto the pseudo empire. VJA said those are my things in these particular bunkers and things calm down. The attacks are going to be very large they're getting more and more aggressive with them. They're not going back into the Midwest. Is emptying. The Tennessee bands are up to 3 and goes 3% 5% 8% thus we are starting work in the factories they try and show up they die they move out and he evacuate tonight we expect the first band to go to around 0 that will affect the second one then go to 3% to less and the third will go to five or four percent and it's going to go up to the 5th where it would become 10% and that's tonight and we will start opening factories tomorrow in the 4th and 5th band and they'll leave it's going to be a steady stream and in Kansas. The first band is at about 10% the second 15 the third and 20 the fourth at 25 and the fifth at 45% of the original numbers about 5 months ago and it's going up to the north it's what people are doing no they're evacuating S they're evacuating N these in cars trucks bikes anything and a lot of them just are running it's a nightmare there were some crappy cities in the Midwest they were hit mostly by Trump and there are BJA and his people are mad and want revenge. What's going on now the Kansas band or parallel is going to take awhile no once Tennessee is emptied and we start they will begin evacuating it's because I'll try and come down and get hit and we will send a lot of missions up there as they try and take over and eventually they'll leave and the max will be doing it in some foreigners and they won't they won't be able to endure it. They never do. More shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

I am hearing they inviting him and stuff these dump bugs and they're going to spray. this is an action going on and they're going to be attacking the pseudo empire it's not a small deal it's a very big one people should be afraid and they are afraid and they are setting up for tonight and trying keeping people from coming near them and such all over the world but it usually doesn't matter you have to escape the area. We are having a hell of a day here they are going into the rings and fighting off and on there were 80 million that came down and up and around from Trump's and they are down till 10 million pseudo empire keep flowing in other groups are floating in now BJA came in Trump reboosted and between them have 16 million and the pseudo empire has about 100 million total and it is going on right now and it's new. Leadership is down the Warlock had about 31.5% and dropping. The neighborhood is to 92 and it's going to be lower shortly some of them are week and some of them are still contemplating moving. Is an evacuation on here there's a lot of people leaving there are about 5% it's out of 25% warlock not including the Pseudo Empire. it is fluctuating quite a bit but they're coming in fairly soon their war with BJA versus Trump and will heat up a lot and after today it's going to be hot and they're going to keep going after these things they have picked three more they're going towards them soon there's a guy from Star Trek in a movie that's coming up soon shortly we have a lot of issues with what's happening and we have to pay attention there are some things happening around the world that are unsettling and we're going to address that in a moment.

Hera

Olympus

[kurtie4life96]

Halloween Night ● S.H. × Fem Reader × R.B.

Summary: What happens when the reader realizes she's in love with her best friends, but doesn't want to hurt them?

CW: MDNI 18+, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, bisexual!fem reader, poly relations, smut, bi panic, it's the 80s, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), pnv sex, unprotected sex, a bit of religious trauma, takes place during/after S4, no use of y/n but reader has a nickname, reader has a birthday, slowburn, steve harrington is too hot for life, robin buckley is too hot for life, ROBIN AND STEVE DO NOT INTERACT PHYSICALLY/SEXUALLY, RELATIONS WITH THEM TAKE PLACE AT SEPARATE TIMES

AN: lightly edited, sorry this took me so long

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It was January 2nd of 1986.

You had just moved to a small town named Hawkins, and were looking for a fresh start, after your parents had kicked you out.

You were exiled from the family, after mom and dad came home earlier than you expected, and walked in to see you sitting on the couch with another girl.

Normally, this would not have bothered them. Except this time, they came in to see you kissing a girl on the lips.

You had told them that you two were just practicing for when you'll kiss a boy, but they saw right through your facade. Them being very religious, they felt they had no choice but to send you packing. They had given you enough money to pay for one month of housing, but that was it. They told you that they loved you, but you needed to leave and never contact them again. So you got in your beat up car, and drove until you were able to find a cheap apartment in a small town.

Now you needed to find a job in order to keep that housing.

You found that job at Family Video. And you also found your co workers Robin and Steve.

They welcomed you with open arms. The three of you became good friends within a span of a few months. Steve was funny, charming and made work much more bearable. Robin was unique, quick-witted and a great conversationalist. Despite her claims of never being able to shut up, you loved that about her, because you related to that. This friendship with them both turned into movie nights at your place frequently, the three of you poking fun at each other, throwing popcorn, laughing and sometimes drinking or smoking the night away, and sometimes these nights would turn into sleepovers. You had found a new family.

There was just one thing you couldn't tell them, one thing you kept to yourself, because you couldn't bear the possibility of being criticized and thrown away again.

The fact that you loved girls... romantically.

I mean, how could you not? With their beautiful, supple lips, smooth skin, long eyelashes, all the curves of their bodies, how they smell so sweet like candy and flowers, and how gentle and soft their touch is. You had never been in bed with one of these angelic, goddess like women before. But you were sure of yourself, you had been ever since you were a child, even with your upbringing.

But there was something else about you too.

You also loved boys just as much. Their kisses feeling more rough, but nevertheless passionate, how romantic and charming they can be, feeling so safe and secure with them. Their big, strong arms, the curves of their muscles, and their goofy smiles. What's not to love?

As open minded and welcoming as Robin and Steve seemed to be, you couldn't risk telling them, only for your life to fall apart all over again. You hated the thought of Robin being disgusted by you, no longer wanting to be in your presence, and you didn't like the thought of Steve thinking the same, and with his infamous experience with women in Hawkins, possibly fetishizing you.

And so you kept your secret with you, even after everything you'd all gone through. From the moment that Dustin and Max slid over the counter in a panic, learning from word of mouth and then firsthand experience what the Upside Down is, swimming into Lovers Lake to save Steve's ass, you and Eddie nearly succumbing to your injuries after you attempted to take down a swarm of Demobats, defeating Vecna, the town being destroyed by the "earthquake"... through all of it, you still didn't tell anyone about your sexuality.

The experience was traumatizing to say the least, but it did bring you all closer than you could have ever imagined or hoped for. Especially closer with Steve and Robin.

Which was not particularly a good thing in your mind.

Because you had developed romantic feelings for them both.

It happened when Robin jumped into the water after Steve was yanked down into Lover's Lake. You'd never seen such a beautiful act of bravery. It happened when Steve bit the bat that was choking him, spitting out it's blood. You'd never seen anything so fearless in your life. It happened when Robin held you tight when the Upside Down began to shake. You'd never had someone hold you in a way that made you feel so safe. It happened when Steve ripped off a fabric of his clothing to stop the heavy bleeding from your wounds after you'd fought the bats with Eddie. It happened when Robin would cook you meals and bring them to your apartment while you recovered in bed. It happened when the both of them spent the majority of their free time at the comfort of your home, trying to cheer you up and make sure your injuries were healing properly.

These feelings amplified even more when they both gave you the affectionate nickname "Bee", after you had been stung by one on your thigh over the summer and overly freaked out about it. You told them it had to have been a wasp, because it hurt so much! But they just laughed and continued to call you Bee, saying it was your fault for always wearing ripped jeans everyday, jokingly, of course.

And then you realized that the feelings you had for them didn't just spontaneously come up in the Upside Down.

Your adoration for them started when you began working at Family Video. But you had pushed those feelings aside, knowing that there was no way you could ever reveal yourself and risk destroying their wonderful friendship.

It's just that you couldn't help it. Steve is so devilishly handsome, helpful, selfless and endearing. And god, not to mention his gorgeous hair.

And Robin... she's so dorky, you could die of cuteness. The way she looked so beautiful no matter if she wore her hair up or down. So effortlessly funny and empathic. And those lips and smile... Damn it.

You felt so ashamed of yourself. Not for being... different. But because you had fallen for two people at the same time, and it just wasn't fair to them. So you never told them how you felt, not only because you didn't want to be outcasted, but because they're best friends.

Little did you know, ever since Steve and Robin first saw you walk into Family Video, they both immediately held a soft spot for you in their heart. They would playfully argue with each other about who you were into. Of course, neither of them thought they had a chance, but the way you hugged Steve, a little longer than a platonic friend would, and the way you would ruffle and play with his hair, made him wonder. And the way you dressed, not so feminine, but not exactly in a masculine way either, more like a tomboy with a pretty face and gorgeous hair, and the way you would hold a gaze with Robin, a little longer than a normal person would, made her wonder, too.

Nevertheless, you were a bit hard to read, the both of them would joke about it when you weren't around, but never taking it too seriously, and never making a move, just happy, and grateful, to be friends with you.

Especially on Robin's part, because she never told you her secret either. The only one who knew, was Steve.

This would soon all change.

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7 months after the events that took place, Hawkins working tirelessly to rebuild their community, you were driving home from work after a shift at Family Video that you had worked alone. You shivered, your nose and cheeks red and freezing, as you attempted to turn the heater on in your car, to no avail.

I don't know why I try, shit hasn't worked since I moved here.

Now that it was the middle of October, the chill in the air had begun to set in. You didn't mind too much though, you in fact liked the cold much better than the sweltering heat in the summer of Indiana.

Today was also your birthday, something you normally dreaded. All of your previous birthdays were hell, no pun intended. You were only ever given a new Bible every year as a present from your parents, and you weren't allowed to have sleepovers, even on your special day, and you were also never allowed to blow out a candle after being sung Happy Birthday, your mom claiming it was witchcraft to do so.

Absolute hypocrisy.

But tonight was going to be much better. You were planning on ordering a couple pizzas, relaxing and watching Labyrinth with Robin and Steve. You had already seen the movie, given where you work, but it's your favorite one by far. David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly are absolute works of art.

You parked your car and got out, still shivering, when you looked up and noticed in the window of your apartment, the lights were on. This was peculiar, as you never kept them on when you left. And just as quickly as you noticed the light was on, the light turned off. You immediately became worried, frightened even, and opened the trunk of your car to grab your crowbar.

You weren't going to go down without a fight. You'd been through too much already.

You crept your way up the stairs, leading to your door on the second floor of the building. You crept below the front window, not wanting whoever- or whatever- was in your house to see you. Your front door was opened slightly ajar. You took a deep breath, held up your weapon ready for attack, and kicked the door open. You saw some shadowy figures and just as you began to lunge for them, your light was flipped back on.

"SURPRISE!" They all shouted in unison.

You dropped the crowbar in shock.

Everyone was there. Everyone. Steve, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, El, Mike, everyone. The room was decorated by balloons and streamers in all your favorite colors, pizza and beers already in tow, and a big chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter that said "Happy Birthday, Bee!"

As soon as they yelled, everyone slightly flinched at your near attack on them, Dustin being the exception, who screamed dramatically and fell backwards.

Everyone laughed and Eddie went to pick up the poor kid.

Robin ran up to you excitedly, grabbed your fists, and said, "It's a surprise party! For your birthday!" You chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I noticed that."

Steve came up to you and wrapped you in a big hug. "Happy birthday, Bee. I almost thought you were gonna smash my face in for a second!" You smiled against his chest. He smelled like cedarwood and eucalyptus. "Yeah, I thought I was going to, too! Thank you." You let go of each other and smiled at him. You looked over to Robin, grinned, and gave her a big hug too. She was all dressed up, in her own Robin way. She looked so damn beautiful.

As everyone behind them chatted amongst themselves, you raised your voice, "So, who's idea was it to throw me a surprise party, anyways?" Dustin caught your eye, raised his eyebrows and pointed directly at the pair next to you. "We did!" Robin announced. Steve chimed in, "Yeah, we've been planning it for a couple weeks now, that's why you worked by yourself today. We've been here, setting up everything."

Robin rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder playfully. "I blew up the balloons. He practically did nothing." Steve gave her a dirty look. "Hey, that's not true, I bought the cake! Anyways, we wanted to do this for you, because we know that your birthdays have always sucked, and we just wanted to make sure you had a good one this time, so-"

Steve stopped when he noticed tears threatening to spill down your face. Robin looked at you concerned, and held your hands in hers again. "I'm so sorry, Bee, we didn't mean to scare you, maybe we shouldn't have done this, I mean there are people that don't like surprise parties, we can all leave right now, I'm really sorry-"

"Sh." You smiled and looked into her eyes with the most amount of gratefulness, and gave the same glance to Steve. "This is better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Thank you both. So much. So so much." You pulled them in for a tight hug.

"Hey, birthday girl is crying!" Eddie announced. Everyone began to gather to where the three of you were, and started a massive giant group hug. You laughed and enjoyed the warm embrace.

An hour or so had passed, everyone eating pizza, laughing, listening to music and drinking beer, Steve smacking Dustin's hand when he attempted to grab one. Nancy and Jonathan, El and Mike, Lucas and Max all cuddled up on the couch.

"Cake time!" Robin announced. You felt a little nervous pit in your stomach, but you approached the kitchen counter.

Eddie lit the big, sparkly candle with his lighter. "One, two, three..." everyone began to sing Happy Birthday to you in unison. You didn't know what to do with yourself, shuffling your feet, smiling cheesy at everybody. You must have zoned out by the end of it, because a gentle but heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder. "It's time to make a wish." Steve whispered to you, just inches from your face. You didn't know if it was him or the candle that made your face feel hot. You looked over at Robin standing beside you, and she gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your hand. You faced the candle, closed your eyes tightly, made a wish, and blew the candle out. Everyone cheered for you. It had to be the best feeling in the world.

Everyone lingered around for another couple hours, before it got a little quiet, the party starting to die down. Seeing as Steve, Robin and yourself had a few beers, Nancy, Jonathan and Eddie rounded up the younger bunch of the group to take them home. You thanked them. Nancy came up and gave you a hug before she walked out. "Happy Birthday." She said with a smile, and left.

Once everyone else was gone, you turned around to face Steve and Robin, sitting next to each other on the couch. "Looks like I'm stuck with you two, again." You rolled your eyes playfully. They both smiled and motioned for you to come sit on the couch between them. You obliged and once you sat down, Steve grabbed your waist and tickled you a bit, making you squeal. Robin gave him a look that said, 'wow, really?', but you hadn't noticed.

She began to talk. "So, we know that you said no presents, but..." you raised your eyebrow at her and she shushed you. "BUT... we both decided to chip in and just get you a small little something." You smiled and glanced over at Steve, him smiling back and giving you a little nod, his arm over your shoulder. Robin pulled a small little box out of her pocket and handed it to you. "You guys shouldn't have..." Steve gave you an excited look, "Come on, open it!"

Robin placed her hand on your leg as you took off the top of the box. You gasped.

It was a necklace. But not any regular necklace. It was a silver necklace, with a pendant of a bumblebee.

"Do you get it?" Robin asked enthusiastically. "Because that's your nickname! It's a bee!"

"Oh my god, you guys.. this is amazing." You gave each of them a tight, long, swaying hug. Robin took the necklace out of the box, and Steve smoothed your hair and pulled it up a bit, so she could put the necklace around you and clasp it.

A wash of sadness, and a bit of guilt came over you. You thumbed at the necklace, eyes watering again.

Steve interrupted your thoughts, "What's wrong, Bee?"

They must have noticed the look on your face. You shook your head and smiled again. "Nothing, it's just the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. Thank you guys. So, so much. For everything.

Steve grinned ear to ear. "Alright, now... how's about that movie?" He looked at Robin and she nodded.

The three of you spent the rest of the evening watching Labyrinth, drinking more beers, laughing at the ridiculous characters, shoving each other playfully when Bowie sang "Magic Dance", aiming popcorn into each other's mouths, curled up on the couch with fuzzy blankets. As the end of the movie neared, the realization came into your mind again.

You were in love with both of them. And there was nothing you could do about it except keep pretending you don't, forever.

When the credits rolled, you stood up from the couch and fake yawned, declaring, "I'm whooped. I think I'm gonna go hit the hay now."

They both agreed that it was time for bed. As Steve laid down on your couch with a blanket and pillow, Robin began to follow you into your bedroom. You gave her an alarming look.

"What's wrong Bee?" Her sweet raspy voice, god how it melted you. You remembered that when you have sleepovers, the two of you usually share a bed, sometimes Steve, on occasion.

"Oh nothing, it's just that, if you sleep with me in my bed tonight, it'll be kinda hot-" you stopped yourself midsentence. "I mean, since we've been drinking and such, I think we'll get all hot and sweaty, ya know, body heat..." She scrunched her face into a confused look, but accepted your answer. "Okay..." she dragged the word out. "Where should I sleep then?"

"You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. It's got nice, clean new sheets. It'll be comfy, I promise."

"Okay, well, goodnight Bee."

"Goodnight."

And with that, she headed off to the guest bedroom, her bag of clothes for the next day in hand.

You looked over at Steve. He looked a little confused as well.

"Goodnight Steve."

"Sleep tight, Bee."

And with that, you headed into your room and gently shut the door. You laid on your bed, holding onto a pillow as you stared at the wall. You thumbed the little bee necklace a bit, before you put your pillow over your face and quietly cried into it. You had the most wonderful day, maybe in your whole life, but you couldn't help but let the tears stream down your cheeks, thinking about what you had to hide from the both of them. Not only your romantic feelings towards the both of them that you felt equally, but your own sexuality. Once you felt you had no more tears to cry, you sighed deeply, and fell asleep.

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2 weeks had gone by since your birthday, and it was now the day before Halloween. You could feel the spooky excitement in the air, especially with all the customers coming in to Family Video to rent some horror and slasher films, shaking your head with a grin when children would rent Friday the 13th, knowing they would soon regret it. You and your two best friends had spent the last week working on your costumes together, extremely excited to celebrate the holiday as you had never been able to before because of your upbringing. Unfortunately, Eddie declined to join in on the fun, as he said Halloween was a "big selling" night for him.

With Robin having the day off, Steve and yourself were in the last hour of your shift. He was at the front of the store, putting up some silly pumpkin and ghost stickers in the windows, along with a "Closed 4 Halloween!!" sign with some not so impressive handwriting. Thankfully, Keith loved Halloween and was happy to close the store for the holiday.

You were behind the desk, organizing some tapes. You couldn't help but to look at Steve get frustrated with the stickers, cursing and murmuring to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair. You silently giggled to yourself at his dilemma, he was adorable when agitated, and damn, did he look good with his back towards you as much as the front. You couldn't help but to feel a flutter in your stomach, and heat rising to your cheeks...

Stop it.

As Steve finished up with his decorations and you finished up with organizing some tapes, you walked to the side of the store to restock some new arrivals, preparing for when Family Video was open again on the 1st.

As you tried your best to reach on your tippy toes to stock a new tape, you were about to jump to try to get it on the top shelf, when you heard a gentle voice behind you.

"Hey, let me get that for you."

Steve grabbed the tape from you as you turned around to face him. He placed it in its correct spot on the shelf effortlessly. When he was reaching over you, you couldn't help but to stare at the length of his bare neck, him being only inches in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you forgot to breathe for a moment.

Steve must have noticed you staring at him for a bit too long, your cheeks beginning to get a rosy flush to them. "Hey, Bee... is uh... is everything okay?"

You shook out of your trance like state, feeling embarrassed, but quickly came up with a rebuttal, "Oh yeah, I'm fine, it's just that I definitely could have done that by myself, eventually." You gave him a high and mighty, but playful look.

He chuckled a bit, "Yeah, maybe if you grabbed a ladder."

You rolled your eyes and gave a cheeky smile, "Whatever Steve, I totally could have done it, even without a ladder." You gave him a teasing, but light shove to his shoulder. Your giggling stopped when you looked at him in his eyes again.

He was staring at your face, full on staring, with a slight purse to his lips. You attempted to put a more serious look on your face, but it ended up looking more dreamy as you gazed in his eyes, memorizing all the details of his face.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but was more like ten seconds, before you broke out of the trance and cleared your throat, "So, um... anyways, um... tomorrow is gonna be really fun!" You smiled sheepishly.

Steve took an awkward step back from you, chuckling nervously while running his hand through his stupid, glorious hair, breaking eye contact and looking at the floor, "Yeah, yeah! No, um- yeah, it's gonna be great! I can't wait until we all see each other in our costumes."

You, too, looked at the floor and, with a timid babble, continued to fill the awkward tension between you two. "Yeah, we've been really working hard on them, and it'll be fun to see the kids you just love to babysit, going around trick or treating."

Steve smiled, thinking of his beloved 'children'. "Yeah, I assume at least half of them will be going as Ghostbusters again."

"Yep... it's definitely their favorite movie, and knowing Eddie, he'll probably dress up as some D&D character... or something nerdy like that while he's out selling." You exhaled deeply, loudly at the end of your sentence, as if you'd forgotten how to breathe again.

He gave you an awkward, and possibly even disappointed half smile. He couldn't think of anything to say back, and neither could you, as you continued to stare at the floor and shuffle your feet for a moment. The tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife, a stomach full of nervousness and desire that you desperately wanted to go away, but at the same time, you liked a little too much.

Steve broke the heavy silence. "So um, it's 8:00 now, time to close up." He looked at the door. You gave a quiet "Okay." with a small crack in your voice.

You headed down to the breakroom to gather your belongings and head home, trying to think of anything other than your feelings for both Steve and Robin, while he turned off the lights and flipped the 'Open' sign over to 'Closed', and locked the door.

You grabbed your bag, filled with little things any girl would have- chapstick, hand lotion, a small roller of perfume, your keys. You fumbled around in it to pull the latter out, and as you turned around, he was standing right in front of you.

Steve was standing right in front of you. Merely inches away. You looked up at him, surprised, your face getting hot by the second from his sudden closeness.

"So... you really do like that necklace we got you?"

You grabbed the pendant with your thumb and index finger and rubbed it.

"Yeah, no, I really do. I've worn it everyday since." You smiled at him gratefully, but still feeling confused as to what was going on.

"Yeah, yeah, I can tell.. I'm glad you really like it. It looks really... good on you." He stuttered between his words, taking in short inhales. His cheeks were turning a dark pink. Yours were too, you could feel it, yet still tried your best to ignore it.

"Well... thank you." You gave him a small smile of appreciation, and couldn't help but to lean back against the table a bit, an involuntary reaction of the close distance between you two.

Steve looked around the room anxiously, and said in a voice a little louder than before, "Hey, so, um... I have to tell you something." He ran his hand through his hair again, in some kind of attempt to soothe himself.

You pursed your lips and gulped, him waiting for a response so he could continue. "Okay."

He sighed, staring away at a wall for half the statement, before eventually turning his eyes over to look in yours. "So, I've been feeling... having some feelings for you. For a while now. And I haven't been able to tell if you've been feeling the same way about me, you're a little unreadable sometimes- which is fine! It's totally okay. It's just that I told..." He paused. "A friend of ours how I felt. And she- er, they, told me to stop being a wuss, and tell you how I feel." He continued to ramble and stumble on his words. "And I want you to know, that if you don't feel the same, that it's totally okay! Totally fine, we could always stay friends no matter what, that's something I'd never wanna ruin, because, we've just been through a lot together, you know? Like, all of us." He paused for a moment to look at your reaction, get a response, whether it was acceptance, rejection, (which he felt like would be a dagger in the heart, but he would do his best to hide it) anything. He just needed some type of reponse to what he confessed to you.

And the way that he had confessed to you, it felt like he had been saving it up for, who knows how long, and sounded very rehearsed, despite the skittish way he spoke to you.

You looked down on the floor, and smiled a bit, through you were trying hard not to, contemplating what you could manage out with words.

"So, this... friend. Was this friend Robin? The one who told you to tell me all this?" You focused on his face again. His way too pretty face.

He let out a shaky, breathy laugh. "Yeah, yeah, it was. Been telling me for a while now." He stopped for a moment before continuing.

"So, uh, everything I just told you, how do you feel about it?" He stretched the last few words.

You didn't know what to say. You went inside your own mind for a moment, thinking about Robin, how she told Steve to confess the way he felt about you. It hurt your heart for a moment, but at the same time, there he was, right in front of you, reciprocating feelings you were to oblivious to know he had.

You continued to lean back into the table, but gazed at him through half-lidded, dreamy eyes, face now cherry red in adoration. And he was noticing the way you were looking at him, too.

He took a small step forward, gazing into your face the same way. When you gave no body language of hesitation, he took another step forward, until he was leaning down, looking into your hazed eyes. You couldn't help but to break contact, but only to slowly look at his lips. They looked hungry. And they looked like they would fit perfectly against yours. You looked back into his eyes, only to catch him focusing on your lips too. He looked up into your eyes again, pupils dilated. And he decided that the way you were looking at him, was enough permission.

Steve made the first move.

He leaned in, gently pressing his mouth onto yours, one hand on the table you were leaning on, and another cradling the side of your face. You returned the kiss as quickly as he gave it, turning it into a long, strung out embrace, before he pulled back to get a look at your face.

"You're so pretty, Bee. You know that?" He whispered into your mouth.

"Steve..."

He kissed you again, again, and again, before both of your hands were holding his face, one of his still on yours, and the other one smoothing down your back. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which you obliged. He licked into your mouth, your tongue now dancing with his, in perfect, so perfect sync.

The kisses were beginning to get faster, sloppier, more desperate after each and every one. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together after he put a leg between them. He began to suck on your bottom lip, gaining a whimper from you. The both of you were feeling hotter and hotter by the second, an ache deep down low, when you abruptly broke the kiss, taking in a deep, loud inhale.

"Steve," you panted, "I have to tell you something."

He was breathing heavily too. "Yeah? What is it? You okay?"

"Well, yes... and no."

He gave you a confused look, and pulled back from you to let you speak.

"Steve, I really have to tell you something. Something big. And I just... I really hope you don't hate me for it." Your voice cracked, filled with guilt.

"Well... what is it?" He looked a little worried, thinking perhaps you had a boyfriend you never told him about.

"So, there's something about me that's different. That absolutely no one knows."

He nodded eagerly, "Well, go on, tell me! We've been through actual hell and back, you can tell me anything." He smiled.

"Okay, um..." you fumbled with your necklace again. "So obviously, I really like boys..."

He nodded again, facial expression motioning for you to continue.

"I really like girls too Steve." You immediately looked away from him, tears at the corners of your eyes, absolutely terrified of his reaction.

"Really?"

You nodded and continued to look away from him.

"That's it?"

You snapped your face forward to look at him in shock, wide-eyed.

He chuckled a bit. "That's okay! That's fine! That's great! I have a friend, um, well I know a girl that's into girls too. But honey, honey," he leaned forward and grabbed your face, looked into your still bewildered eyes. "What does that have to do with us?" He paused for a second and smiled, before leaning in to kiss you eagerly again. And as much as your body wanted to, needed to so badly, there was still guilt in your heart, so you immediately pulled back and looked away.

"Steve, we have to stop." You said quietly.

A wave of sadness washed over him. "Why? Do you.. do you not like me this way?"

You perked up and gave a sad, empathetic smile. "No, no- I mean yes, I do! I really, really do, and I have for such a long time Steve. It's just that... there's someone else too."

His heart dropped.

"So, are you dating someone else?"

"No, I'm not dating anyone else. I'm not in a relationship or anything. It's just that... I have feelings for someone else too. And I love- like you as much as I like them. The same. So I can't just string you along like that." You began to quietly sob with that last sentence.

Steve just stared at you. Still completely confused as to what was going on. What was going on?

"I have to go, um, but I really think we should all still hang out tomorrow, have fun, you know, and we can talk about this later." You pulled your keys out of your bag and headed for the parking lot.

Steve stood still for a second, thinking, taking everything in, before running out after you.

"Bee! Hey, Bee! Please, wait up! Hold on a second-"

You had already gotten into your car, turning onto the street to get home, crying, absolutely wailing into the chilly night, in absolute disbelief of yourself for possibly ruining not only your life, but a pure friendship that was established long before you came into the picture.

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The next day, with swollen eyes from crying yourself to sleep the night before, you were looking into your full length mirror, inspecting your makeup. It wasn't much, but makeup was not necessary for the costume you were wearing for Halloween. You looked down at your long, strapless white dress, that you had squeezed red ink all over to make it look bloody. You hadn't poured any onto your face or hair, not wanting to wash it all out after what's supposed to be a long night. You gave the dress a little smile, proud of the outcome of your makeshift costume of Carrie, your all time favorite horror movie.

You heard a knock at your door, confused as to who it could be. You looked at the time, it was 7 p.m.

You opened the door cautiously, only for Robin to barge in, pulling you into a big, tight hug. "Oh my god, you look amazing!" she said excitedly in her beautiful, raspy voice, looking at you up and down.

You squeezed her right back and laughed. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries. It was a little too intoxicating.

You let go of each other's grasps. "Robin, are you kidding? You look amazing, like, so hot!" She smiled big and blushed at the comment. You marked it off as friendly flattery.

She was going as her favorite horror movie character, too. Freddy Krueger. Complete with the long-sleeved, red striped sweater, that hugged her body so perfectly, with some tight, black ripped jeans and black leather, buckled boots. You guessed she decided not to go with the Freddy claw, after all.

"I was supposed to come pick you up! Did you walk all the way here?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Why?"

"I just wanted to surprise you! I'm just so excited for tonight! It's gonna be so much fun!" She jumped, her fists squeezed tight, in the most adorable fashion you'd ever seen.

"Well, now that I'm already here," she continued, "Let's just go now, and get a headstart and meet up with Steve! I'm sure he's already babysitting anyways." She chuckled.

You let out a nervous laugh and fidgeted with your bee pendant again. "Yeah... Steve," you huffed, "yeah, we should do that."

Robin might be quirky, out of the box, but she's not stupid. She raised her eyebrows at you, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

You were silent for a moment before you collected yourself and said "Oh, no, nothing bad! Just that... he was really annoying at work yesterday. Mixed up some tapes with the, uh, wrong boxes."

She gave you an empathetic nod and smile, "I get it. That's Steve for ya. Are you ready to go? Because I am!"

You gave her a cheesy smile, taking in her delightfully sunny demeanor, "Absolutely. Let me get my shoes on."

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The two of you pulled up beside Steve's house, blaring and singing along to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" with the windows rolled down.

You turned your car off the moment Steve walked up to your driver's side window and ducked into it. "Nice music taste, ladies."

Steve was in costume, wearing the classic blue jumpsuit, black jacket, black boots and a Jason Voorhees mask, except the mask was resting on top of his fluffy head. And for some reason he looked... hot. You nearly drooled.

Robin noticed your lack of response and rebuttled, "Steve, don't even act like you don't know all the lyrics to this song."

He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, it was against my will!"

You laughed softly, absent mindedly, deep in thought, before he broke you out of it. "Hey, Bee. The dress came together well. You look really nice."

You were surprised at his compliment, given the events of the night before. "Oh, um, thank you." You half smiled at him, a sad look in your eyes.

Robin crossed her arms and pouted.

Steve went into defensive mode again. "Hey, you look nice too, okay? Very scary." He said the last words sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You look so super scary, too. Let's go." Steve backed away as the both of you got out of your car.

The three of you were taking the 'kiddos' trick or treating in Steve's neighborhood, as Dustin claimed, "That's where all the full size candy bars are!" The three of you followed the kids around for about 2 hours, pillow cases out, laughing all around, collecting massive amounts of candy. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, glad they were soaking up the last years of their childhood before the adults deemed them "too old" to be trick-or-treating.

As you were walking back to Steve's house, you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket. The weather was supposed to be somewhat nice tonight, but the chilly breeze began to bite at your arms, as you were in a sleeveless gown. You rubbed your arms over each other in an attempt to warm yourself. Steve noticed.

"Here, take this." He began to take his jacket off to hand to you.

"No, Steve, it's okay, honestly-"

"Bee, I insist. You're freezing, and I know the heat doesn't work in your car. Take it." He offered the jacket to you, smiling. Like a real, genuine smile. As if last night never happened.

"Well... thank you. That's nice of you-" You put his jacket on. It smelled just like him.

Damn it.

"Don't say that's nice of me. We're friends, and that's what friends are for." He ruffled your hair playfully and you giggled nervously.

Why is he acting like everything's okay?

You looked over to Robin walking beside you. She seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the sidewalk, making sure not to step on any cracks. She felt eyes on her and looked up at you, changing her expression from a dissociated one to a happy smile, but there was something else in her eyes. Angst? You couldn't tell.

As you arrived back at your car, you offered Steve's jacket back to him, but he refused insistently. You hesitantly accepted his response.

"So, after I take these kids back home, we still having a beer or two at your place, Bee?"

You got into your car, as did Robin, and affirmed to him, "Yeah, of course, I just have to do something first, but I'll give you a call."

He smirked affectionately and gave your car a couple taps, before walking up the driveway to load the kids up in his car, and driving off to take them home.

"So..." Robin began. "That was fun."

You beamed at her. "It was super fun. I never got to dress up before and it was really cool watching kids trick-or-treating for the first time!"

"Speaking of," she pulled some candy bars out of her pockets, "I was able to steal these from Dustin." She waved them in front of you proudly. You laughed joyfully. "Nice one!" You exclaimed, snatching a Snickers out of her hand, opening it immediately. The chocolate was a little melted from being in her pocket, but you didn't care. She followed right after you, the two of you giving your candy bars a 'cheers' as you took a bite.

The two of you didn't bother to drive away from Steve's house for a while, listening to music, making fun of everyone's costumes and just soaking up each others time. After about 20 minutes of fun, you remembered there was something you had to do. There was an immediate ache in your heart, and you felt terrified, but that it was time to do it.

As the laughing died down, you began to explain, "So, um, Robin, I have to tell you something. And I really hope you won't judge me for it, but I understand if you do. There's a few things I have to tell you, actually..." you trailed off as you looked at her face, noticing a piece of chocolate on the side of her mouth. She looked at you wide-eyed. "What? What's wrong?"

You smiled at her and couldn't help but bust out a laugh. She laughed too, though she didn't know what about. That's one thing you loved about her. It was so contagious when she laughed. You wanted to stay in this moment forever. You didn't want to have to tell her anything. But you knew you had to.

Just one more moment of bliss...

"Here, you have something," you giggled, "let me get that for you." You leaned over towards her to rub the chocolate off. The giggling began to die down as you rubbed the pad of your thumb across the side of her mouth. You did it, ever so gently, and couldn't help but notice how soft her skin is, how pretty her hair looked.

When you looked into her eyes, she was gazing into yours. She half grinned and sucked her bottom lip in her mouth a bit, never taking her eyes off of you, only to glance at your own lips. She was looking at you, in a way you'd never noticed before. It seemed... loving?

"Hey, Bee?" She whispered, face inches away from yours, breathing in each other's scent.

"Yeah?" You exhaled.

"I think I already know. And I hope I'm right."

"What? What do you already know?"

Both of your faces instinctively leaned in at the same time, as you pressed your lips onto hers. It was gentle. It was romantic. Her lips were so soft, plush, just like you'd always imagined.

She pulled away first. "So... am I right?"

Tears poked at the corners of your eyes. You nodded slowly. "Yeah, you're right."

It was then you both grabbed each other's faces, holding them for another kiss, only this time, it was more desperate. You couldn't believe it. Not only did she feel the same way about you, she was different in the same way you were. You could have exploded from relief and joy right then and there.

You swiped your tongue across her lips and she whimpered, granting you access to her mouth. You both moaned into this deeper kiss. Teeth clashing, sloppy, heavy breathing, perfectly in sync-

It was then you realized you had to stop.

This wasn't fair for her either. All you wanted to do was be with her. But you wanted to be with someone else too. That someone else was Steve. You knew you couldn't have your cake and eat it, too.

You pulled away from her, wiping your tears with the sleeve of- fuck- of Steve's jacket.

Robin immediately began to apologize. "Bee, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, I knew I shouldn't have done that, I knew I shouldn't have assumed-"

You shushed her and comforted her immediately. You knew exactly what it was like to be in her position, and you didn't envy it.

"Robin, you have done absolutely nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Absolutely nothing wrong. You're right. I am into ladies. And I'm into you. And you're perfect."

She smiled, but with a melancholy look on her face. "Okay, well, then what's wrong?" she asked quietly in that sweet voice of hers.

"Nothing about you, Robin. You are so beautiful, so perfect..." you trailed off. "It's just that, I'm into guys too."

She perked up. "Well that's okay. Being bisexual is totally a thing, too!"

You smiled. "Thank you... it's just that... Steve and I..." your breathing began to shake. "Steve and I kissed last night at work, too. Because I have feelings for him too. And I have the same amount of feelings for you, too. You're so beautiful, Robin. And you deserve to be with someone that's completely devoted to you, and only you. So I can't be with you, and I can't be with Steve. It's just... it's not fair for either of you." You confessed, absolutely weeping at this point.

You didn't look up to her face to see her reaction, as you were crying into the sleeves of Steve's jacket, ashamed, riddled with guilt, but you felt a gentle, delicate hand come up to your back to comfort you, when all of the sudden, you felt a tapping on your window.

You looked up. It was Steve.

You rolled down your window.

"Hey, what are you guys still doing h- wait, Bee, are you crying?"

You sniffed, not wanting to look at his face or Robin's. You felt you didn't deserve to ever look at them again.

"Steve, please take Robin home. Or have her spend the night with you."

"What? Why? What happened?"

"I told her." You snapped, not meaning to. "I told her everything. That I like girls, that I have feelings for you, that I have feelings for her, and I've ruined everything and should've never said anything. I'm so, so sorry."

Steve stood still like a statue, in awe and worry. You got out of your car, walked over to the passenger side door, and opened it for her to get out. You felt it was the last respectful thing you could do for her.

"Bee-" she started.

"No, Robin. Please. Just go with Steve. Both of you, the both of you deserve so much better."

You got back into your car, and drove away as fast as you could. You turned your music up to drown out the sound of your breakdown, feeling like you could have possibly ruined a friendship. A pure one. One that was unbreakable. And you cried your eyes out, all the way home.

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Once you walked into your apartment, feeling the most guilt you'd ever felt in your life, you tossed your keys onto the floor, and began to take off your jacket-

Steve's jacket. You were still wearing it.

"Fuck!" You cried out, peeling it off of you and throwing it onto the coffee table.

You sat down on the floor and weeped to yourself for awhile, not feeling sorry for yourself, but for your best friend's lives you just ruined, if you can even call them that anymore. Not only that, but you would surely have to call Keith in the morning to quit your job.

After you had no more tears left to cry, you decided to go take a shower. You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror for a while, before slipping out of the red ink splattered white dress. You let the hot, steamy water run over your face for a while, and carried on your shower routine, headed to your room, and slipped into some cotton panties, and some soft, comfortable pajama shorts and tank top. Your feet were still cold from the night's chill, so you opted for some white slouch socks. You got into bed, feeling the cool sheets on your skin, and snuggled into your pillow as much as you could. Your fingers habitually went towards the bee pendant to play with, and another feeling of despair and grief washed over you.

You were nearly half asleep when you heard a few knocks on your front door, and your eyes shot open.

These were familiar knocks you knew all too well.

You couldn't face this right now. Everything just came crashing down, hardly hours ago. There was no way.

You heard the familiar, gentle knocks on your door again.

You got out of bed and walked slowly to the door, your heart threatening to jump right out of your chest.

You faced your front door, and opened it, hanging your head low in shame. You didn't have to look up to know who was standing there.

"What are you doing here?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper.

"Bee, please let me in-"

"We can't do this right now, Robin. I can't do this. I don't want to cause any more problems." You felt the lump in your throat.

She grabbed her hands with yours, and gently squeezed them.

"Bee, please just listen to me. You're not gonna hurt me. Please let me in, and just let me talk to you."

You slowly looked up at her, eyes glazing over with tears again.

She was no longer in her Freddy outfit. She was wearing an oversized shirt now, and sweatpants. Comfortable clothes. Clothes for... going to sleep in?

Her face had an empathic smile on it, her eyebrows screwed together with worry, but a smile that somehow said, 'it's okay'.

You thought about it for a moment, and realized you couldn't turn her away, not when she'd walked all the way here in her bunny slippers. The slippers you'd got her for her birthday.

You let go of her hands and sighed, stepping aside so she could walk in. You gently closed the door behind you.

"Robin, I'm so-"

She shushed you kindly, and ever so gingerly grabbed your hand.

"Can we go in your room and talk?"

You paused for a moment and nodded. She kicked off her slippers, and lead you to your bedroom. She sat down on your bed, still holding your hand, and pulled you to sit you down next to her, directly facing her.

"Bee... I need you to know that you haven't hurt my feelings."

You slightly scoffed, staring down onto the bed and not looking in her eyes, not believing her one bit.

She picked up on your energy. "I'm serious," she took a deep breath and continued, "and you haven't hurt Steve, either. We talked about it."

This is when you looked at her face, her beautiful face, a mixture of confusion and disbelief on your face. "I'm not really understanding... what's... what's happening right now?"

She smiled at you, a smile that radiated adoration for you. "I know that you didn't want to hurt me or Steve, but the thing is... We've gone through hell and back together, even before you came to Hawkins, and..." another pause as she tried to make her words make sense, "Me and him, him and I, you know, we're best friends. We both want what's best for each other. So, I'm here with you, right here, right now, because," she squeezed your hands again, "we talked about it, and it's okay."

You weren't fully grasping what she was trying to tell you. "Robin... I want you- I want to be with you, but like I told you... I still have feelings for Steve, too."

She nodded at you. "I know, and that's okay."

You were surprised. "How is it okay? How is that fair for you?"

She let go of your hand, and held up her right to tenderly cup the side of your face.

"It's just okay, and," she bit her bottom lip, looked down nervously, and looked back in your eyes, "If you want, you know, if you want me, then I want you too, and... you can have me. We can have each other."

She leaned in her face a bit closer to yours, a certain gesture you couldn't ignore. You gazed into her eyes, yours filled with tears, and glanced at her lips. Her plump, soft, pink lips. You leaned forward too, placing a hand on the side of her face and jaw.

When you pressed your lips together, it felt even better than the first time. It was long, drawn out, gentle, and you could've melted into a puddle right then and there. You both broke the kiss simultaneously, only to take a quick inhale of each others mouths, before your lips crashed together again.

You pulled her towards you, pulling her in closer, as your kisses began to pick up the pace, heavy breathing, tasting her vanilla chapstick, and the sweet candy on her tongue she must have eaten before coming here.

She took a chance and sucked on your bottom lip, earning a small moan from you, beginning feel the heat from your inner thighs. She let go with a pop, and you turned your face to the side, licking a circle inside her lips. She opened for you, your tongues now colliding, teeth beginning to clash, the embrace growing more and more desperate as each second passed. You both began to rise to your knees, holding each other tightly, not possibly getting close enough, as the two of you kept this hot, heavy pace going.

You slid your hands up her back, pulling her even closer to sit on your lap. She wrapped her legs around your waist, as you began to snake your hands down her back, towards her ass, softly running circles over her hips with your thumbs. She hummed into your mouth and raked her hands through your hair in contentment, then coming down your neck, to your collarbone, hands resting just above your breasts.

Your hands slid around to the front of her shirt, gently cupping underneath her own breasts. You broke the kiss softly, not wanting to, but feeling you had to tell her something between heavy pants.

"Robin, I've never, um, I've never gotten to this point before with a woman."

She smiled at you, half lidded, "It's okay. I haven't either. I hope that's okay."

You nodded and stared affectionately at her face, into her beautiful blue eyes, smiling, feeling intoxicated by her presence, her closeness to you.

Your hands ran down the front of her shirt, fingers slipping underneath the hem. She gave a satisfactory sigh, her hands beginning to tug under your tank top.

Everything happened so fast.

You let go of her, eagerly pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere in your room, Robin doing the same as quickly as you did.

You both took a moment to admire each other's bare chests. Her breasts were perky, so perfect, better than anything you could have ever imagined. You felt her hands smooth up your stomach, eagerly looking down at you for some kind of permission. You nodded, absolutely dazed out, and she cupped your bare breasts, running her thumbs over your hardened nipples, admiring them in awe. This action made you gasp, grabbing her hips and grinding into her, her grinding back in unison. She leaned down to kiss you again, but you caught her off guard, immediately planting your lips on her neck. She keened into you, mouth agape, as you began your assault on her soft, sensitive skin. You open mouth kissed her sloppily, making your way across her throat as she dug her nails in your back. You kissed below her right ear and she moaned your name, her voice sounding like one of an angel. Content that you had found her sweet spot, you began to suck, harder than you were planning to. Robin began murmuring things to herself you couldn't make out, blissed out in absolute euphoria. Once you'd left a pretty, hot pink bruise on that spot, you gently nibbled and kissed at it, as if to make it all better.

You began your descent down her chest, kissing and licking until your face was between her breasts. You began to massage one, gently teasing one nipple, taking the other one into your mouth, sloppily kissing and sucking on it. She groaned and arched into your face, panting as she lightly scratched down your back. You switched sides after a minute and did the same, making sure both got the same attention, her nuzzling into your neck, whispering to you just how good it felt.

You gave her a sweet, gentle kiss to her stomach, panting, needing more. You wanted to make her feel better than she ever has in her life.

You placed a hand on the small of her back and another on the back of her neck as you gently laid her down onto your bed, her messy hair pressed into a pillow.

You hovered over her, hands interwining hers and kissed her feverishly again for a moment, before pulling back to admire her face.

"Robin," you whispered affectionately, "you are so perfect. You are the prettiest girl in the world." She blushed at your confession.

"No, honey, I think that would be you." She leaned up and pressed sweet kisses onto your neck.

The endearing word she called you did something to you.

You kissed her on the lips, hard, passionate, breathless, and began to move down her body, kissing every bit of her you could, before pressing a kiss to her lower stomach, just above the line of her sweatpants, and she shivered. It was then you stopped, and sat back up, kneading into her thighs.

"Babe... do you wanna stop now?" You asked quietly.

She looked at you with hazy eyes. "No, no, I don't. I really don't. I'm just a little nervous."

You smiled at her, resting your face on her knee and giving it a peck. "It's okay, I'm nervous, too. But you are, god Robin, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the world. And I know every single part of you is beautiful, and I would love to prove that to you."

She smiled back up at you, looking almost as if she were to cry. She nodded and quietly said, "Okay. Yes.. I want to. I want you, Bee."

You crawled back over her, filled with joy, pure love, and gave her a big kiss. You both giggled nervously, but excitedly.

You leaned back again and began to tug at the waistband of her pants, stopping for a moment to make sure it was still okay. When she nodded at you again, you grinned ear to ear, pulling them down, tugging at the ankles until you peeled them off, gingerly setting them next to you on the bed.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, looking at her body, the small soaked circle on the middle of her white panties. You leaned down towards the apex of her thighs, placing a soft kiss on the wet spot she'd created. She gasped, and gave a small, adorable little laugh, before biting her own bottom lip again. You grabbed the sides of them, delicately sliding them off of her legs, placing them with her sweatpants.

You groaned at the sight of her completely bare, right in front of you. Her body was absolutely unreal, there was no way that this beautiful of a woman was lying here, on your bed, just for you.

"Robin," you panted, "you are an absolute goddess. So pretty, everything about you is so pretty."

She whimpered at your statement, thighs rubbing together for some kind of friction.

You leaned over her again, cradling the soft skin of her face. "I'm gonna do my best to make you feel so good, okay?"

She smiled and kissed the front of your neck. "Okay."

Nervous butterflies danced in your stomach as you pressed you lips towards her again, quickly setting a desperate, heavy pace. You roamed your hand down her abdomen, gently sliding your fingers through her wet folds. She moaned into your mouth as you moved your fingers up and down, collecting her slick, and she arched into your hand. You placed a finger against her entrance and she arched yet again.

You slowly inserted a digit into her. She moaned heavily into your mouth as you began to set a slow pace, trying to remember what you like about your own body. You inserted another digit, quickly curling both of them inside her to find her sweet, spongy spot. She groaned a mixture your name and expletives as you moved your fingers in and out of her, curling into that sweet spot every time.

"Bee, I'm already gonna-"

You stopped your pace and shushed her, her whimpering at the loss. "Sh, hold on baby, I'm gonna let you, but I'm gonna make it feel better than this." You gave her a tender kiss and moved down her body, grabbing a hold of underneath her knee and placing it over your shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh, before you set the pace you had before with your fingers, and kissed her aching clit.

"Fuck," she cried, "please don't stop."

You began to lick circles around her clit with your tongue, starting to suck on it, not too hard, but not too soft. She grabbed your hair with a hand, pulling by your scalp, and cried out in pleasure, as you curled your fingers inside, licking and sucking her little button until-

"It's happening, please-"

You didn't speed up the pace, knowing that what you were doing was exactly what she needed, and you sucked and fucked your fingers in her through her high, Robin crying and grinding into your face.

As soon as her panting slowed, you removed your mouth from her now swollen clit, careful to not overstimulate her, and removed your fingers, sucking her juices from them appreciatively. You crawled over her again, grabbing her face and kissing her deeply, romantically. "Robin, you're so, so pretty. You're so pretty, babe." You affirmed her again, smoothing her hair. She smiled into your kiss, giggling a little bit.

You giggled back. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just that, I'm so happy, that felt so good... and now it's your turn."

She quickly and swiftly flipped you right over, despite her usual clumsiness, and hastily grabbed your little shorts, peeling them and your underwear off at the same time, throwing them somewhere on the floor of the dimly lit room.

She began to nip and suck on your inner thighs, smiling against your skin, as you gasped and arched into her touch, surprised by the sudden change in situation.

She leaned in and gave you a kiss on your sopping wet hole. You moaned her name and exhaled deeply, never having felt this kind of touch before.

She looked up at you with playful, almost devilish eyes. "I've always wanted to do this."

She put a leg over her shoulder, shoving her face into your heat, not easing you into it at all, and began lapping you up as if she was starved. You squeezed her head with your thighs, crying out in pleasure, and she then inserted a digit into you, instantly curling it the way you'd done to her.

"Oh, fuck, Robin-"

She quickly inserted another into you, pumping in and out of you, curling inside of you everytime she pushed into you.

You grabbed her hair desperately as she worked on you, tongue flat against your clit, swirling around it and sucking on it, moving at a faster pace everytime you moaned her name.

She was too good at this.

You grinded into her mouth and hand, feeling the yummy knot in your stomach forming faster than it ever had before. It felt as if you'd died and went to heaven, and this was it.

"Robin, I'm gonna-"

Your world crashed down around you in the best way possible as you heavily panted, eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head as she fucked you through your high.

She was absolutely otherworldly.

Once she knew you were finished, she removed her hand from the sensitive area she'd just devoured, climbing back towards you to collapse on the bed next to you, intertwining your fingers with hers as you both stared at the ceiling for a few moments, gasping for air.

"Robin," you turned your head towards her, "I've never came that quick in my life."

She smiled, absolutely giddy, "Really?"

You nodded and smiled back, "Really, that was.. amazing. I don't know how else to describe it."

She curled towards you and pulled you into her, limbs on limbs, bare chest against bare chest, as you breathed in each other's scent, the both of you feeling over the moon, feeling...

"I love you." You whispered, "Like, I'm in love with you."

She tucked your hair behind your ear, "I'm in love with you too, Bee."

"Really?"

"Really."

You nuzzled into each other for a while longer, before she kissed your forehead, and abruptly sat up to get dressed.

You reached your arms out to her and whined, "Where are you going?"

She pulled her shirt over her head, "Getting dressed, silly. There's still some unfinished business."

You shot up out of bed. "Unfinished business?"

"Yeah. Come on babe, time to get dressed."

You hesitantly got up and did as she asked, still extremely confused and nervous about what she could be talking about.

She began to walk out of the room. "I'll be right back. I just need to go outside real quick. Be back in two minutes, I promise."

You raised your eyebrow at her, sitting on the edge of your bed. "Okay..."

You fiddled with your bee pendant again, filled with anxiety, wondering what she was doing.

Finally, you heard your front door open again.

"Robin...?"

You heard her telling someone to come inside, and another set of footsteps that weren't hers. Heavier footsteps.

You instantly froze. There was no way.

Robin walked into your room with him. "Here she is."

You felt your jaw hit the floor.

There he was. Steve Harrington. In all his stupid, handsome glory. Wearing some grey sweatpants and a white t shirt. Hair somewhat messy.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, your heart beating rapidly through your chest, forgetting to breathe for a moment. Your face turned hot, cheeks burning red.

Steve looked at you sitting on your bed, a gentle look in his eyes, a loving grin on his face.

"Hey, Bee." He said softly.

You continued to stare at him, eyes darting between the two of them as they stood before you, and began to talk, voice a little louder this time.

"Robin... Steve, what's going on?"

Robin took a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, looking at you affectionately and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Remember when I told you that we talked? Steve and I?"

You nodded slowly, a confused expression on your face.

She continued, "Well, remember when I said that we just want the best for each other? Steve and I... we both have feelings for you, and we both want to be with you, and we're both okay with that, more than okay actually. Obviously, you know, there would be boundaries and stuff, because I'm gay, but... yeah. We can all just... be together." She gave you a hopeful smile, now holding both of your hands, rubbing circles into your palms.

You were quiet, trying to take everything in. You looked over to Steve, who was gazing at you in adoration, and he nodded, signaling his agreement with everything Robin said.

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, "Robin... Steve, I don't know what to say."

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. We're both here for you no matter what you decide, just... think about it. In the meantime," she gestured towards Steve, "I think the two of you need to talk, too. I'm gonna give you some alone time with him."

You perked up, "Okay, um... where are you going?"

She sat up from the bed and gently let go of your hands, "I'm gonna go to Family Video, get some movies, and get some snacks and stuff, because no matter what happens, we're still having that sleepover tonight."

Steve tossed his car keys to her, her barely catching them clumsily. "Please don't fuck up my car, Robin." He looked at her earnestly, "I'm serious."

She rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking out of your bedroom door before pausing to look at you. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

You nodded. "Okay."

She smiled, put on her slippers, and left, closing the front door behind her.

You glanced up at Steve with pursed lips, and looked at the floor, staring at the plush carpet.

"So, um," he ran his hand through his hair nervously. "Can I sit down next to you?"

"Yeah, yeah... of course." You shuffled over a bit to give him space. He sat down on your bed next to you where Robin once was, sighing and clasping his hands together.

"So, how are you feeling?"

You shuffled your feet together. "Um, I don't know. A mix of feelings I guess... I'm just trying to take everything in," you perked up at him, "not that I'm not happy you're here, because I am! I just, feel guilty, ya know?"

He rested a hand on your thigh, sending a small shock wave through you. "Yeah, that's understandable. I don't want you to feel guilty though. Like Robin said, we talked about it and we're okay with it." He squeezed your thigh, causing you to sharply inhale. He looked at you worriedly.

You smiled, quickly reassuring him that the touch was okay. You gulped, "Well... what do we do now?"

"Well," he paused to think for a moment, "whatever you want. We can just talk, we can just sit in each other's presence," he chuckled a bit, "or, you can kick me out if you're not comfortable, that's okay too."

You shook your head, squeezing his hand that was still on your thigh, shuffling closer to him, leg against leg. "No, no. I want you here with me. Next to me. I like being with you." You smiled nervously at him.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Good, good... I want to be here with you, too." He stared at your hand squeezing his, before gazing into your eyes, his cheeks turning pink.

You nodded at him, biting your bottom lip nervously.

He slowly leaned towards your face, his breathing becoming hitched. You leaned your face closer to his too. He barely brushed his lips against yours, and you exhaled deeply, pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes.

"Is everything okay, Bee?" He asked quietly.

"Um," you struggled to find the words. "It's just that, Robin and I, we were just in here kissing, and doing, ya know, other stuff, too."

He leaned back again and smiled, removing his hand from your leg and caressing the side of your face. "I know, she told me."

You looked into his eyes. "She told you?"

"Yeah. She was really happy. And she's okay with us kissing, too." He let you take in his words for a moment. "We both want to be happy, with you. But if you don't want to do anything with me tonight, or ever, that's okay too. Okay?"

You just looked into his eyes. They looked comforting, understanding, and loving. Like everything he was saying was true.

He grew a concerned look on his face when you didn't respond. As he began to open his mouth to speak, you stopped him, grabbing his face with both hands and crashing your lips onto his hungrily.

He immediately responded by doing the same, pressing his lips into yours as hard as he could, as if he'd been waiting for this moment ever since he laid his eyes on you.

You raked your fingers through his hair, another hand on his chest, as you continued to kiss each other feverishly, noses pressing together. He grabbed both of your hips, and quickly lifted you up to sit on top of him, and you wrapped your legs around him, now straddling him. He nibbled your bottom lip, causing you to gasp as he slid his tongue along where he bit you, gaining entrance into your mouth. The both of you quickly became a mess of sloppy, wet, passionate kisses, only pausing in between to gasp for air.

Hands still gripping your hips, he lightly grinded you against him, making you throw your head back and whine. He took the opportunity to now kiss on your neck, open mouth kissing, licking and sucking as he made his way to the other side of your neck. He kissed your sweet spot and you moaned, feeling him smile against your skin and began to bite and suck on that spot. You sighed his name and lightly scratched your nails up and down his back, feeling yourself become wet, walls desperately clenching around nothing.

He kissed down your neck and chest feverishly, stopping above your breasts, grabbing one into his hand as he pressed his lips over your hardened, clothed nipples. He leaned his head back and gazed into your eyes, his half lidded and dark, begging for more as he tugged at the hem of your tank top. You nodded eagerly and barely whispered out a 'yes'.

He swiftly pulled your top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, revealing your bare torso to him. He stared at your breasts, hair now a mess, his mouth slightly agape. You felt his hard length through his sweatpants at the apex of your thighs. You bit your lip as you let him admire you for a moment.

He looked up from your chest into your eyes again, before saying, "You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful." You smiled shyly at his comment, planting a kiss on his forehead. You clutched at his shirt, fisting the fabric into your hand, motioning for him to take it off. Once he got the hint, he smiled excitedly and rapidly took it off, lifting it over his head and tossing it on the floor. Now you were staring at his bare chest, memorizing all the details of it, smoothing your hands over his shoulders and biceps.

"You're so pretty, Steve." You somehow managed to say breathlessly.

He smiled at you affectionately, placing one hand onto the small of your back and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He pulled your head towards his and kissed you, only this time, it was gentle, soft, slow and romantic.

He pulled back and gazed into your eyes again, grinning widely.

"I love you."

You let out a small gasp.

He patiently waited for your response.

You leaned your forehead against his, giggling with joy. "I love you, too."

"You do?"

"I really do. Have for a long time."

A devilish, but playful look came across his face. He lifted you up by your ass, carrying you to the other side of the bed as you squealed with excitement. He gently tossed you onto your back, your head resting on a pillow. He climbed over on top of you, arms lifting himself up either side of your head, kissing you desperately, intensly again, a mixture of eagerness and romance and love within them, as you wrapped your legs around his lower back.

He began trailing kisses down your neck and chest again, stopping to caress your breasts, licking and kissing in between them, gently pinching your nipples. You gasped and arched into his touch, only making him want more and more of you. He continued down your stomach, leaving small, dark pink bruises, whispering how beautiful your body is, until he kissed just above the waistline of your shorts, another kiss you arched up into. He smiled and rested his head onto your hip for a moment, digging his fingers underneath the line of the fabric.

"Can I?"

"Please... yes, please Steve."

"I got you, baby."

You stomach fluttered at his last statement, as he sat up and wriggled your tiny shorts down your legs. He gravitated his head towards your cotton panties, pressing a kiss over your clothed clit. You squirmed and rubbed your thighs together as he leaned back again, this time pulling your panties down, discarding another garment somewhere in the room.

You crossed your legs together a bit before he grabbed your knees and opened them. Your face went red from embarassment.

"Don't close your legs. You're gorgeous. Everything about you is gorgeous."

His comforting words made your body relax. He leaned over you, planted a gentle kiss to your lips and said softly, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl. I got you."

His hands snaked down your abdomen, and slid his fingers through your soaked folds, the both of you moaning quietly at the touch. He slid two digits inside of you with ease, instantly curling his fingers and finding your spongy spot. You gasped and he kissed you again, you whimpering into his mouth as he began to pump in and out of you, setting a steady pace, curling his fingers each time. You clamped around them, crying into his mouth, "More, more".

He released his lips from yours and licked and kissed down your body, hiking a leg over his shoulder, removing his fingers and slowly licking a stripe up your heat, not breaking eye contact with you. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, begging him for more. He stuck his tongue inside you, licking and kissing your wet hole, before circling around your clit. You moaned shamelessly, only enticing him more, Steve now sucking on your clit relentlessly. You squeezed his head with your thighs as the knot inside of your stomach began to build again.

"Oh fuck Steve, I'm gonna-"

He immediately removed his lips from your clit with a pop, you whining at the loss of his mouth.

He sat up on his knees in front of you. "Not yet, baby, not yet. I want you to do it with me-" He began to pat and dig into his pockets, head hanging low with disappointment.

"I guess I didn't bring a condom. I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "I'm on the pill. It's okay. Please, don't stop."

He perked up again and smiled, hastily pulling down his pants and underwear, throwing them behind him.

You leaned up on your elbows a bit, staring at his quite large cock in awe, mouth beginning to water. "Holy shit, Steve." You whispered.

He gave himself a couple strokes before hovering over you again, shushing you with a smile. He looked at you softly, but excitedly, placing the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip and pulling it down a bit, giving it a small kiss.

He leaned back again, prodding the tip against your entrance. He looked up at you again to double check that this was okay, you instantly giving him a nod that said 'do it already'.

He slowly pushed himself inside you, holding the backs of your thighs as you gasped. You wondered to yourself if you were gonna be able to handle him, but he slowly pushed in more, bottoming out as he groaned. He pulled out and pushed into you with small stroaks, beginning to thrust in a slow, steady pace as your slick started to take him in easily.

He picked up the speed of his thrusts, and you felt like he had sent you to another dimension, as you murmured and moaned to yourself in absolute euphoria. Each time he pounded hard all the way into you, you clenched down on him harder and harder.

"Fuck, baby, you're so, so damn tight." He praised between pants.

You didn't respond, watching him as he continued to pound over and over again, his mouth agape, his cheeks flushed red, face nearly dripping with sweat.

He slowed his pace for a second, bottoming out as he moaned, and began his assault on your clit again.

He rubbed circles around it as he picked up his steady, but hard pace into you. You gasped and moaned more expletives, tears prodding at the corners of your eyes, as you reached your arms towards him, whining and begging for his closeness.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you forward, him sitting on his knees, slightly spread, and you now sitting on his cock, the both of you moaning loudly at the new angle, hitting that sweet spot you love so much.

You both began to grind into each other in unison, his hands grabbing your hips and moving you with his thrusts, your hands squeezing his shoulders, kissing sloppily and breathing in each other's scent. The knot inside of you began to build up again.

You tangled your fingers through his hair, yanking at the scalp.

"Steve, fuck, I'm gonna-"

"Do it with me. Cum with me, baby girl."

His thrusts started to quicken, as you shamelessly cried out his name in absolute pleasure, the knot finally releasing and pooling over his cock. He continued pounding you through your high until his thrusts began to stutter, and you felt his wet warmth spilling inside you, Steve biting onto your shoulder to stifle back an embarrassingly loud moan.

You both remained in that position for a while, panting, sweaty as you pulled each other in for a close embrace, feeling as though you could never be close enough against each other.

Steve rubbed your back affectionately, before gently pulling your head back to give you a long, soft, passionate kiss.

He gently laid you back down on your bed, him falling back into the pillows next to you as you stared at the ceiling for a moment to catch your breath.

He looked over at you and smiled, looking absolutely fucked out. You pulled his head into your chest and played with his hair, kissing him on his forehead.

"Steve, that was-"

"Amazing. Perfect." He finished your sentence.

You both chuckled and he gave you another kiss before sitting up. "Well, Bee... we gotta get dressed."

You whined a bit and said, "Can we still cuddle after?"

"Absolutely."

You helped each other get dressed and crawled back under the covers, him spooning you from behind, planting kisses on your neck that made you shiver, brushing his fingers over your back.

You stayed like this with each other for a while before you heard the front door open again.

A familiar voice announced, "Hey guys, I got some snacks and picked up Labyrinth, and no, Steve, I didn't fuck up your car-"

Robin stopped as she entered your bedroom, seeing the two of you cuddling.

She dropped the bag she was carrying and excitedly said with a squeal, "Is it cuddle time?!"

You smiled wide and reached your arms out towards her, grasping at air for her.

She kicked off her bunny slippers again, her hair now tied up in a messy bun, and eagerly crawled under the covers with you. She nuzzled her face into your chest, kissing it and hummed happily. You kissed her on top of her head and held her to your body tightly. Steve contently chuckled and kissed your neck again, still spooning you from behind, you snuggled right in between the two loves of your life.

"I love you guys."

"We love you more, Bee." They announced in unison.

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[becca-e-barnes]

So when someone with a penis goes years without releasing, they have something called "nighttime emissions." Aka jizzing in your sleep to get rid of buildup. So bucky would absolutely have constant wet dreams, esp after 80+ years of no ejaculating.. Like if he has any dreams (rather than nightmares or dreamless sleep) theyre wet dreams.

so like......... in the same vein of needy bucky... just waking up to bucky having a wet dream, whimpering & grinding against your ass 😳😳😳🥴

So um… It turns out… You’re my twin? Because I can’t stop thinking about this whole concept omfg, needy!Bucky owns me 😫

Minors, do not interact. Warnings: somnophilia with previously established consent

Tiny little whimpers pulled you from your sleep, the bed practically shaking underneath you and your first thought was absolute panic. Bucky had to be having another nightmare, a violent one. One he couldn’t shake by himself.

“Oh, f-fuck, yes.” Your sleepy brain registered his little ragged cry and then you felt his hard, thick length, rutting against the swell of your ass and oh, he absolutely wasn’t having a nightmare.

Your ass was sticky and wet and there would be no way to tell how many times he’d cum over you already in his sleep but by the look of things, it was a lot, his boxers were practically saturated, helping him glide against you.

His fingers gripped at your hips, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours. You heard him groan, loud and low in his throat, hips stuttering like he was close again

But shit, you couldn’t let him waste one more drop of cum. That’s all should’ve been inside you and you were determined to take anything else he’d be able to give you.

Bucky groaned at the loss of contact when you pulled back, pushing his sopping wet boxers down to free his still hard, aching cock.

Cum smeared everywhere as you started to jerk him slowly, eventually stopping so he could thrust into your hand. You couldn’t wait any longer so instead, you shifted your little spoiled panties to the side, angling him so he was lined up to your soaked entrance.

You’d never forget the groan that left him as he breached your little hole. “Mhm, gonna cum.” He whimpered in his sleep. “Oh, please let me cum.”

He was hardly even inside you and he was ready to cum again. Rather than drag it out though, you pressed your ass down, flush with his body and that finished him. His hips stuttered, a groan left him as he filled you up, eyes fluttering open at the feeling of sheer ecstasy.

“Oh-oh my god, oh no angel I’m so sorry.” Bucky was mortified, taking in the situation in front of him but he just couldn’t stop his hips rutting into you, filling you to the brim. He didn’t think he could possibly be any more embarrassed, cum splattered over you messily while he filled you with even more. The shame burned deep in him, his face buried in the crook of your neck, almost hiding from reality

“Don’t be sorry. Ah, s-so fucking hot.” His eyes went wide at your admission. But then, fuck, he noticed how you were rubbing yourself, playing with your own clit while his sleep addled brain let his body fuck you.

“Y-you’re okay with this?” He whispered, his high subsiding but his cock not softening in the slightest.

“You need this, Bucky. ‘M yours. Use me however you want.”

He thought he’d cum again just hearing that. He really did. But instead he took a second, removing your hand and reaching over your body to replace it with his.

His fingers skimmed over your clit so quickly and efficiently you were clamping down on him in no time, his thrusts never stopping, fucking your through your high.

“Dreamt of you, ya’know? Fuck, no wonder it felt so real. Could fuckin’ smell you. You were beggin’ me for it. S-shit, that’s good. You were b-beggin’ me to fuck you. Begged me for this cock, mhm, nothin’ compares to the real thing, does it baby? No feelin’ in the world as good as cummin’ ‘nside this little body.” It didn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy, grunts and breathy sighs letting you know he was so close again. He was holding back though, embarrassed at how little it took for him to cum in the state he was in.

“Oh god Bucky cum for me again.” Your voice gave away how wrecked you were but you didn’t care, sheer relief washing over Bucky because he knew he couldn’t have held on much longer

“Thank you angel. Fuck, made jus’ for me. Take me so well. F-fuck yes, oh god, thank you.” He couldn’t stop himself if he tried, whines leaving him as he pressed you down on his length, filling you with so much cum you knew it was dripping out of you, only adding to the mess between your bodies.

“Jesus Bucky, that’s so hot. Fillin’ me up just like you dreamed. God, don’t stop.” His fingers dragged you into another high and fortunately for you both, his cock still didn’t soften. It was going to be a long night.

[sejanusbaby]

send me numbers!

i have an 8 hour drive tomorrow and want to give you guys some kind of content in the meantime. you can send any numbers for any of the batman characters, twilight, or spider-man. (i only write x reader stuff, for now!)

FLUFF/HUMOR PROMPTS

1. “Quit stealing all the pillows!”

2. “You want a bite?”

3. “Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

4. “What should we name him/her?”

5. “Is it hot in here or is that just you?”

6. “Why are your feet so cold?”

7. “There’s room for two/three!”

8. “Stop that, I’m ticklish!”

9. “Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”

10. “You want chocolate or vanilla?”

11. “Your hands are so warm!

12. “You smell really nice.”

13. “Your hair’s so soft…”

14. “You’re my new pillow.”

15. “Turn around, I’m giving you a massage.”

16. “I think I love you.”

17. “Can I kiss you?”

18. “Hold my hand.”

19. “It’s not morning yet.”

20. “Stay for a little longer…”

21. “You’re so beautiful.”

22. “I’ll always be here for you.”

23. “You are my love.”

24. “You were right here all along.”

25. “Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

26. “You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

27. “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

28. “You don’t have to leave so soon.”

29. “You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

30. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

31. “Shut up and kiss me.”

32. “We could try cuddling.”

33. “Stop being so cute.”

34. “Are you okay?”

35. “Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”

36. “You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

37. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

38. “It wasn’t your fault.”

39. “What’s wrong?”

40 “Don’t apologize; I know you didn’t mean it.”

41. “Get back in bead, you’re not healed yet!”

42. “I’m not leaving your side.”

43. “I’m not going anywhere.”

44. “Just breathe. Breathe with me.”

45. “You should probably eat something.”

46. “Please don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

47. “When was the last time you slept?”

48. “OH, you’re jealous!”

49. “Can we stay like this forever?”

50. “Please just kiss me already.”

51. “I think I’m in love with you.”

52. “I missed you so much.”

53. “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

54. “Give me attention.”

55. “When I’m with you, I’m home.”

56. “That was kind of hot.”

57. “Is that my shirt?”

58. “This is new.”

59. “Would you just hold still?”

60. “I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

61. “You’re family.”

62. “They didn’t deserve you.”

63. “Regardless of what people say, I know you’re an amazing person.”

64. “Rumor has it, I make you nervous.”

65. “Are you flirting with me?”

66. “You act all tough, but I know it’s just an act. You’re really a softie.”

SMUT PROMPTS

67. “I love it when you moan my name.”

68. “Just a little harder…”

69. “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

70. “No panties?”

71. “I want you now.”

72. “Use your tongue.”

73. “Please don’t stop.”

74. “Do you like that?”

75. “You can get louder, can’t you?”

76. “Look what you do to me.”

77. “I want to taste you.”

78. “That feels so good.”

79. “Don’t cum yet…”

80. “Take off your clothes.”

81. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

82. “Shhhh…”

83. “Don’t apologize about your morning wood.”

84. “Tell me how you like it.”

85. “I just want to please you.”

86. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper.”

87. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

88. “Don’t be gentle.”

89. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

90. “You’re not going out dressed like that.”

91. “Make me.”

92. “All mine.”

93. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

94. “I’ll let you do anything if you’ll just touch me now.”

95. “This is new.”

96. “Don’t give me that look.”

97. “Like what you see?”

98. “Try to stay quiet.”

99. “We’re in public!”

100. “Don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks.”

101. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

102. “Stop teasing me so much.”

103. “First one to make noise, loses.”

104. “You’re n-not, uh, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?”

105. “Uh… you’re naked. Is that intentional, or?”

106. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

107. “You’re hot when you’re mad.”

108. “I’m not jealous! It’s just, you’re mine!”

109. “If we get caught I’ll kill you.”

110. “Tell me again.”

111. “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

112. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that, uh, flexible.”

113. “Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

114. “Stop distracting me.”

ANGST PROMPTS

115. “I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

116. “Why can’t you look at me?”

117. “I’m sick of trying.”

118. “You can’t keep this up forever.”

119. “Talk to me, please.”

120. “Don’t push me away.”

121. “The baby… It’s yours.”

122. “Please stay.”

123. “I came as soon as I heard!”

124. “Hey, hey… it’s just me.”

125. “I can’t do anything right.”

126. “Please don’t cry.”

127. “Wake up! Please wake up!”

128. “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

129. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

130. “Do you even love me anymore?”

131. “Can you shut up and listen to someone other than yourself for once in your life?”

132. “If you don’t hold me right now I think I might fall apart.”

133. “Leave! Me! Alone!”

134. “It’s not your fault.”

135. “I know it hurts.”

136. “No one is going to hurt you.”

137. “I made a mistake.”

138. “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

139. “I’m not okay.”

140. “You’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now.”

141. “It’s okay to cry.”

142. “Can I kiss you?”

143. “I’m just tired.”

144. “I never meant to hurt you.”

145. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

146. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

147. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

148. “Get out. Now.”

149. “You can’t die on me. Please.”

150. “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.”

151. “The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

152. “You’re right, I did love you. I just can’t say the same now.”

153. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you destroy yourself like this.”

[georgiadixon]

Harder, Buck

pairing: stucky x reader or something like that

genre/warnings: nsfw, angst, fwb, cursing, mutual pining, fluffy ending, lots of bucky love <3

a/n: i've been messing around with this one for about a year and i think it's about time it sees the light of day. enjoy!

Steve can hear your moans through the wall.

They’re deafening, never-ending, piercing right through his heart and straight to his cock. The ache in his chest will surely never vanish, no matter how often he tries to stop or how excruciatingly tight he grips himself just to relieve a fraction of the heat coursing through him.

Nights like these make him feel like the walls are taunting him, begging his resolve to crush. But no matter how tight he keeps his eyes closed, the truth is impossible to deny.

He is ridiculously, overwhelmingly, unbearably in love.

He wonders if the serum is a curse, if he was damned to a life of untouchable grief. There’s no reason he should be here, no reason he should be so close but ridiculously far from the man he has given his life to time and time again.

Steve wants to punch the wall with the aggression and pain he feels from never saying anything. And then he wants to kick down the door from how he doesn’t even know what or who he would have bothered to admit feelings for. He looks at you and wishes he would have just told the damn truth and he looks at Bucky and wonders if he’s ever thinking about him, too.

Too late. You were too late. Now they’re each other’s and they’ll never be yours.

He can’t help but listen to the intruding thoughts of regret, and he can’t help but feel like the feelings inside of him that randomly creep up just don’t belong to him.

Because as adamant as you are about your relationship being strictly physical, he sees the way Bucky looks at you.

It’s the way he looks at you, too.

He thinks he loves you and he knows it’s wrong because he knows he loves Bucky and he’d be damned before he messes up the first thing to make him genuinely happy in a long, long time.

It’s easy to bury during the day, when the sunlight hits his eyes as you’re laughing at something dumb he said and he can pretend that you’re just friends. That the sound of your laugh doesn’t light up his heart in every way, that you aren’t the most beautiful fucking thing he’s ever seen.

A swirl of emotions are running through him at an unforgivable pace and he swears he would do anything to feel something other than this.

Cheap. 

He finishes in his hand with a grunt and an unmistakable pain in his chest.

Because Steve knows you’re in love and he knows this is wrong.

He’s fucked.

-

Bucky can hear Steve’s grunts through the wall.

He’s unforgivingly pounding into you, nearing breaking the headboard from how hard he’s clutching it and rocking it in time with his thrusts.

Moments like these make him wonder if the serum is a curse.

Because when he closes his eyes, if he lets himself drift, he’s back in ‘44. He’s stuck in a lopsided tent on its last legs in the backwoods of Brooklyn because “Bucky, we have to make the most out of what we have.” And even though it wasn’t much, it was enough to feel his boy in the early hours of the morning and hold him close until sunlight, knowing there might not be a tomorrow. Knowing that every single second needs to last forever because Steve was already slipping through his fingers with every passing one.

He could look his love right in the eyes, sweet and soft and suddenly bigger than him but he was still Steve and he would always need to feel his boy under him. Hot skin and sweat and groans and “Harder, Buck.”

The scratches on his back are burning but the burn is delicious and he needs to be closer.

He needs to be closer, closer to the glowing skin under him that he’s felt time and time again and he’s pulled down by the neck but it’s not him.

It’s not him. Not anymore.

He’s snapped back to reality, seeming impossibly far away but manages to focus on you again. 

“What did you say?” He’s breathless, dazed, confused. His mind is clouded from not so distant memories on the other side of the wall and the feel of you squeezing the life out of him.

“I said,” You’re breathless as well, but totally consumed with how much Bucky there really is around you, inside of you right now. You wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him, spit dripping from where your lips collide and you feel like you could swallow him whole.

“Harder, Buck.”

He gives it to you. He gives you what you need, what you want and you’re ok with being selfish because he’s not all here, and this isn’t supposed to mean anything. Not really.

It’s dirty. It’s messy. And you know it’s wrong when the distance in his eyes never leaves and you can’t help but wonder just what is going on in his mind but damn, the Bucky that is here feels good.

-

You can hear them talking about you in the next room.

It makes you nervous, being able to tell that there were underlying (or resurfacing) feelings between the soldiers from the moment you met them.

It didn’t really have anything to do with you, as you were verbally adamant to Bucky on no strings attached. Baseless, simple, easy pleasure. And damn, did James Barnes know how to deliver.

But you can’t help but think a little too hard about the way they both stare at you when they think you don’t notice, or the way they stare at each other when they think it’s not obvious.

The truth is, you can keep lying to yourself, but there’s no mistake to the feelings you get deep in your chest when Bucky’s holding you, or the feelings you get when Steve’s looking at you like your laugh is lighting up his whole world.

Feelings that don’t belong to you.

“How’s everything with Y/N going?”

You can hear Steve question Bucky about you. It’s confusing, overwhelming. This entire situation is.

You had already assumed Steve knows just about everything involving your relationship with Bucky. They’re best friends. More. But it’s easy to overanalyze and wish to know just how much he was saying when you aren’t listening. How much a “friends with benefits” situation could really warrant discussion.

“It’s alright.” You know that tone. He’s brooding. Upset about something. Or everything, it feels like sometimes. Like something is always missing.

Like the world wouldn't be enough.

“Just alright?” Steve’s ‘captain’ voice is in full effect. He’s trying to get him to talk. It doesn’t seem like it will be successful, but if anyone could pump some life into Bucky it would be Steve. Your chest aches with that thought.

You could never be enough.

You hear Bucky sigh and shuffle around. “It’s good. It’s really good.”

“But?” Steve’s smirk can be heard clearly through his words.

“How’d you know there was a but?” Bucky jokes, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. You know him well enough to be able to.

“I know you better than anyone.”

You almost want it to hurt, to be jealous because if you’re being honest there’s not much in the world you want more than to have all of Bucky Barnes, to be the one who knows him, the one who he lets in. But you can’t, because as annoying as it is, Steve Rogers is always right.

-

Bucky’s head is spinning.

Steve knows him too well to avoid his question, but his nerves are taking over and he doesn’t know how he’s going to do this, how he’s going to tell Steve everything he’s wanted to since he’s been back and everything that was never gone in the first place.

He takes a deep breath, and he thinks about you. He thinks about how he feels when he’s with you, and he thinks about how even though he knows he loves you there’s something missing.

And then he rips the 80 year old band-aid off.

“I miss you.”

It’s quiet, soft, almost imperceptible, like he’s scared of what he’s saying.

Maybe because he is.

Steve’s response sounds exactly the same.

“I’m right here, Buck.”

He scoffs at that, shaking his head and if Steve wasn’t so damn detail-oriented he wouldn’t have seen his lip quiver in quiet anticipation.

Steve knows Bucky won’t speak next, so he gulps and tries to find the words, at least the next words from the countless speeches he’s practiced in his head for this moment.

“I love her.”

Bucky looks up and locks eyes with him, and for a second Steve thinks he’s in trouble.

But Bucky smiles. He looks out towards the city through the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and sort of nods to himself at how stupid they’re all being for tip-toeing around each other.

“I know.”

Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed as he leans back a bit, waiting for something else. It doesn’t come, so he relaxes and leans further towards the man sitting across from him and stares deep into his eyes, praying he really hears his next words.

“I love you.”

Bucky smiles again.

“I know.”

He isn’t sure if he’s waiting for the right moment or just likes seeing Steve speechless, but he’s sitting on something big and it’s been far too long of almost everything he’s ever wanted.

He’s loved Steve since he was a stupid teenager. He’s been in love with Steve since the first time he punched a guy for him and swore to himself he’d never let him go.

He woke up from years of torture, not just physical but mental and emotional having to be apart for so long and never being able to forget him.

You were an accident. He didn’t mean to fall. He went along with your whole “friends with benefits” idea because he just needed to be close to you. You were entrancing, lovely, intoxicating. He needed you. He needs you. It’s been racking his brain for so long of the growing feelings he has for you and the pure need he has for Steve but he’s learning to let go and say fuck it.

I want you both. I need you both.

“Do you think we could be happy? All of us?”

Steve smiles that smile Bucky knows and loves all too much like the answer is obvious, like it always has been. He loses himself in the thought for only a moment, but long enough to miss Bucky’s face fall with worry.

“What are you scared of?”

Steve speaks as if he can read his mind, because honestly, he probably can, and Bucky looks up at the question and decides they’ve both been through too much for anymore lying or beating around the bush. It’s now, or it’s never. Life is too uncertain to waste anymore time.

“Losing you. Again.”

Steve tilts his head at this, because he’s always felt like he’s the one who lost Bucky. Watching him fall from the train took something from him and putting him back under took even more but maybe that’s not what he meant.

Maybe it never was.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky laughs sadly at Steve’s words and wishes that was a promise that could be kept, that was more simple. None of this is simple. Nothing has been since the 40s.

“I’m not the same person I was in the 40s, Steve.”

“Neither am I.”

He knows this. He knows everything is different, but when he looks at Steve and he’s looking back at him the same way it’s like they never left Brooklyn.

And he finally gets to ask the question that’s been lingering in his head since Wakanda. 

“You think you could love me again?”

Without hesitation, Steve knows his answer. He’s known it since he left him to heal.

“Never stopped.”

-

You try to hurry away when you hear them coming, but they’re both way too clever to not have noticed you.

You stop and let them catch up to you, the butterflies leaving your stomach and making their way up into your throat.

Despite your nerves, you turn and lock eyes with Bucky. Even when the world’s spinning, you can never help but look at him like he hung the stars for you.

Bucky’s looking back at you the way he always does, like he has a million things running through his mind but he loves you too much to burden you with any of them. You just wish he knew he could never be a burden. That you loved him, all of him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I know, Buck. I love you too.”

He smiles at your return to his confession, some of his nerves leaving knowing that you feel the same. But then he remembers the man next to him and they all come rushing back. He doesn’t want to lose you, not when he just got you. But he can’t deny his boy. Not anymore.

He glances over at Steve nervously and grabs his hand, preparing himself for what he’s about to say next.

“I love Steve, too.”

You smile at him, appreciating that he’s finally letting himself feel the things you’ve always known he has.

“I know, Buck. I love him too.”

Steve looks up at you at this, questioning what you really meant. You look back at him, smile, and give him the eyes you’ve wanted to ever since you met him. He’s hesitant at first, but as if a switch hits his brain, his face lights up at the recognition of your feelings for him. And with one look from your golden boy, all of your nerves wash away and you know this is right.

Bucky, who still hasn’t seemed to catch on, is struggling to find his words. He’s stressed, and you and Steve watch him run a hand through his hair in frustration. The same smile appears on both your faces watching your boy fumble over himself trying to explain the situation, trying to make everything right not even noticing it already is.

You step forward to push his hair back so you can see his face, and you take a moment to admire just how beautiful he really is. You kick yourself for wasting so much time not telling him that, but you make a silent promise to yourself that you won’t go another day without it. Without telling both of them how amazing they are, and how they both make you feel more loved than any person could ever deserve.

With your hand still on Bucky’s cheek, you lean in close and press the lightest kiss of your life onto his lips, making him smile shyly into it. And then you lean back, grabbing Steve’s face with your other hand and giving him the hardest, most passionate kiss of your life in the same breath.

Bucky wonders why he was ever nervous at all.

You look at the pure, unadulterated happiness on his face and you know you’ve never seen him like this. For half a moment you want to be jealous, you want to be upset that you couldn’t do this for him on your own. But it all disappears when you see them looking at each other and not being sorry for it anymore. It makes you realize that maybe it’s ok you couldn’t be enough on your own. Maybe it was always supposed to take Steve and you, together, to make him whole again.

Bucky kisses Steve, hard, right as he winks your way and grabs Steve’s hand to lead him back to your room which you can catch glimpses of all three of you living in, in peace.

He runs a hand through his hair and just looks so goddamn happy that you swear your heart isn’t capable of loving him anymore.

And then Steve looks back at you and he smiles his golden boy smile and you swear your heart could collapse at how much you know you love him.

Yeah. You’re fucked.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello! I don't know if you're still doing asks, but I was wondering if you had any disabled Stiles fics? Blind, deaf, paralyzed etc? If not thats okay but if so thank you so much!

AND

Hey! I just finished reading Cornerstone and Windows on ao3 and I was wondering if you knew of any other blind fics? It doesn't have to be Stiles being blind. I'm just curious. Thank you! I get all my favorite fics from you!

Here you go, Stiles with a disability.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

(28/28 I 83,017 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Cornerstone by Vendelin

(6/6 I 83,738 I Explicit I Sterek)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

***

Darkness Before Dawn by lanoirpapillon

(1/1 I 856 I Teen I Sterek)

"Due to the actions of the Alpha pack, Stiles goes blind. After the threat is gone, Stiles has to learn to live without his sight, and maybe Derek would make the perfect seeing-eye wolf."

Nothing is Over by CinnamonLily

(1/1 I 2,083 I General I Steter)

Stiles had the perfect life, until his mate died. Again. It's been nine months, and he's not doing well. In fact, he resents everyone else's happiness and has become a hermit on autopilot. Somehow, he's forgotten that Peter never stays dead.

I See You Better by theroguesgambit

(1/1 I 4,686 I Teen I Sterek)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

Clueless by HappyJuicyfruit

(1/1 I 4,748 I General I No Pairing)

After everything they’ve been through together, all Derek wants is for his pack to be connected with strong, thriving, pack bonds. And for the most part, its working. The pack is growing, healing, happy.

He just needs to figure out why Stiles hates him so much.

My reflection is not who I am but who I must hide by RainbowDuck

(1/1 I 5,235 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

The first 11 years of Stiles (no one will ever know my real name) Stilinski's life were more of less textbook. The next 3 were hell and if it could go wrong, it did. Stiles and her dad Noah move to Beacon Hills for a new start and it ends up being the worst and the best thing.

In Your Footsteps (I Will Walk) by cywscross

(1/1 I 8,873 I Teen I Steter)

It takes him months, but Stiles gave him a destination, gave him direction, gave him hope, and so he goes.

T: Tremors by brokenes

(1/1 I 9,477 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek tried not to think of hospitals and blood and hearts no longer beating and his legs, leaving it all behind, knowing that Stiles' no longer could. It took him seven years to stop leaving.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale

(1/1 I 11,010 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek's arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

Show Your Teeth, Yellow With Desire by ItsMe_Basil

(1/1 I 22,883 I Explicit I Steter)

The man looked up when Stiles stepped into the room, eyes appraisingly taking Stiles in from head to toe before smirking.

"Hello, sweetheart."

Stiles felt his heart jump into his mouth, his breath hitching in his throat. The orderly hadn't stayed long, leaving the two of them alone.

"Peter." He breathed. "You're real."

where the Double Walker dwells by forestofbabel

(10/10 I 38,164 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek looked like he always did, perfectly groomed and a little gruff. Though, as Stiles glanced at him, Derek’s face was lax with surprise.

“Stiles?” Derek asked, sounding flummoxed.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while, but don’t be so surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically tradition at this point.”

Derek sniffed the air, eyeing him with distrust. “But, you can’t… I just…” he trailed it off like a question, taking a half step forward before pulling out his phone and dialing a number, eyes never leaving Stiles.

Complications by idareu2bme

(15/15 I 42,523 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek hadn’t meant to involve Stiles in all this --Stiles who was warm and pliable in his sleep, whose warm, brown eyes reflected light they would never again see, who had a smile brighter than the sun, and who could see Derek when others never did.

At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia)

(80/80 I 170,037 I Explicit I Sterek)

When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.

Caretakers by em2mb

(14/15 I 277,924 I Teen I Sterek)

Now Lydia sees the white room clearly, Stiles sitting cross-legged on the nemeton in his lacrosse jersey, squinting at a chessboard.

That’s when Lydia realizes her vantage point makes her Stiles’ opponent — and she has him in check.

Her instinct is to push her own king into danger, but Stiles grabs her wrist. “Come on, Lydia,” he says dryly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Chess might not be your game, but surely you know that’s against the rules.”

Lydia tries to squirm away from him. “But you’ll die,” she insists, his grip tightening so much she’s certain his long fingers will leave bruises.

“Say it, Lydia,” Stiles urges. “Checkmate. Checkmate. Checkmate — ”

[just-some-random-blogger]

Bootylicious

Stray Kids Bang Chan x Idol!Reader Summary: You're known as the gym rat in your group, and quite frankly, you only have two moods: shredding or chilling. This was why when you're not asleep in between schedules, you're spotted with a male idol you happened to meet in the gym you were at that day. It's a known fact though, that you and Bang Chan are gym buddies and each other's spotter. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Internet toxicity, sasaengs, vulgar language, sexism, misogyny, pining, fluff, mentions of Pentagon because why not <3, etc.

A/N: Girl, i shouldn't do this but I did. It's so funny to me someone requested this cause I have recently become an exercise junkie lol. Also, if you can't tell, there is a pov shift after the cut so yeah. I also wanted to keep the reader gender neutral but I want to write about how psychotically different people treat male and female idols because that stuff aint it. It's most definitely not what anon was expecting me to write but I hope they enjoy it nonetheless.

There's compilation in YT with growing parts centered around you flexing your physical fitness and prowess. It ranges from you affectionally touring your fans, which really meant the cameraman, through the gym, introducing your trainer, and doing your routine on camera, to your group (and others) both fawning and bragging about how strong and how hot you are.

CLIP #1: A scene from an interview of your group in Japan, struggling to talk about how you can do 40 straight push ups.

There was a male interviewer in a suit you could all faintly recognize was talking about your recent Instagram post of a gym mirror selfie.

One of your youngest members smirked and in broken Japanese, cutely said, "Wah, she does 100 push ups! Everyday, every night."

You snap your head to the maknae and raise your brows, "nani?" You begin to shake your hands in protest and begin to explain your truth, "absolutely not 100. Maybe around 40, but nooooo, not 100."

The interviewer and your group comically react in awe. The man in the suit urges, "can you show us?"

You give a face, "Excuse me, but I'm not getting paid to do that in this miniskirt."

Everyone, including the film crew, break into laughter.

CLIP #2: A scene from a variety show where you had to prove you were, in fact, yourself, by doing a shortened version of your exercise routine.

One of the hosts of the show asks, "Wait, do you honestly do all of this in your workout? Like you can do all of it?"

The list of your exercises were written on a colourful cardboard, held by the one who just spoke. It was a range of exercises in 10 sets, from jumping jacks to sit ups, to vague sounding exercises like crab pinches and robot arms.

You purse your lips at the last question asked of you, not really liking the tone in which it was asked. You answer quickly and nod proudly, "I actually do more, cause when I get in the zone and I'm already really sweaty, I feel like I should keep going until my whole body burns." You chuckle.

The older hosts, tilt their head and mutter lowly under their breath something along the lines of, "I'd rather die."

You finally do the routine, quickly, continuously, earning impressed reactions from everyone.

"That's hot," one of the hosts note.

"Ya, for some reason it looks easy to do."

The hosts begin to clamour at that statement, and force whoever said to do the exact thing you did. Clearly, they don't work out as much as you do and cannot even get halfway through it without stopping.

You break out into a breathless laugh in amusement of the comical attempt but then protest, explaining how bad it is to force yourself to do more than you can

CLIP #3: Pentagon, Hongseok especially, fawns over how fit you are

Trailing a conversation about how your group is close with Pentagon because your companies are situated closely to each other and you wind up eating together a lot, there is an anecdote about how there was a jar no one could open, no one but you, that is.

The interviewer asks no one in particular, "wah, none of you could open the jar? Really? Or did you all just pretend so she could open it?"

There is a chorus of answers concluding with, "no really, she was the only one that was able to open it."

The story is backed up by how the jar had a really small lid and some hands were too big. Then came an explanation how you were recently into the new rock climbing machine in your gym.

Hongseok speaks up, "I was invited to go to rock climbing in, like, an actual rock climbing place and I was honestly so surprised when she began to climb. She said she never actually tried rock climbing on a wall, but it seemed like she had been doing it for years."

Shinwon agrees, "Right, right. I was also really curious about what they did that day," he points to Hongseok, "that I joined them one time. I never felt so out of shape in my life. I just stayed back and filmed everything."

Pentagon laughs, and then agrees that you were exceptionally fast and just super fit in all honesty.

The interviewer catches Hongseok's expression then suddenly asks, "do you like a woman like that?"

"Yeah, I like my women strong."

Then came a lot of teasing remarks from Pentagon, and a plethora of complaints from delusional fans who did not want Hongseok to ever breathe in your direction again.

With all that's been said about that, in all the parts of this series floating around in the internet, one thing remained, there was a slightly larger population of impressed fans than the still large portion of antifans who wanted nothing to do with it and only came around to hate.

It's hard not to think about it, but even the slightest back handed compliment can sometimes linger in one's mind.

And right now, as much as I kept my mind on my counting as I finished my set high knees, I couldn't help but think of how much backlash I got from posting a post workout photo with my midriff exposed.

Apparently that was not only enough to merit hate for being both a whore and an attention whore, but people baselessly began to hate on my groupmates simply for being associated with me.

It's kind of sad really, how, say Wonho, can post a fairly exposed photo of himself and get so much praise for it, and yet I couldn't even do anything remotely close to that.

And I don't even mean to come at Wonho, we all know he's a beast at the gym and should be able to show as much of his hard work as he is comfortable in showing, but why can't I?

"Hey trooper. I thought you said you were only doing 80 counts?" a voice cracks me out of my train of thought.

I turn to whom spoke and chuckle at myself as I stop my leg raises, "ah yeah, I got lost in thought, and your really good song."

I pull on my earphones and give a lopside smile, "I love working out to God's Menu."

He gives a soft, "he he, thanks."

"No need for a thank you when I'm only giving my honest opinion, Chan."

"Yeah, well still, it makes my kokoro go doki-doki," he sniggers, crossing his arms and flashing a dimpled smile. I raise my upper lip and reel back, "EWWW!"

I playfully shove him. He acts hurt, "this is violence against children."

"Chan, you're literally older than me."

"That doesn't mean I'm not a child at heart."

"You mean, it doesn't mean you're not a drama queen."

"Hey, I have no interest in having a throne, my only interest is," he leans in and whispers, "you."

I feel my soul leave my body as he snorts to himself and runs away. I regurgitate in surprise, "YA!"

"You better do your next set properly," Chan says heading off to a cable row machine, "I'm always watching."

I try to ignore the blood rushing up your neck, "creep."

He shrugs, "rather that or have you get injured, sweet heart."

Yeah, Chan has saved me from a lot of injuries I could have had. It was a bad habit. It stemmed from the same thing that made me mess up my count a while ago, my overthinking.

Sometimes I thought of rather harmless things, but sometimes I began to fixate on the hate I received for simply being. I do a lot to get my mind to realize that they hated me simply because they could and because it was easy. Exercising helped tremendously, especially when I had someone fun to work out with, especially when I was with Chan. He just... made me feel safe, y'know.

But when the news of us being work out buddies surfaced, a lot of sasaengs came for me. Of course, a lot of Stays and my own fans were really kind about, speaking out that we were our own people and exercising together did not mean anything in particular really.

But some really went for it, and made it a hobby to comment on everything I was in that I was a slut for 'working out' with different men every day."

I let out a breath as I finish my routine. I catch my breath and go for a swig of my water. I take a moment then sit down by the mirror, which was near where Chan was currently working out.

"You're doing it again."

I turn from where I was blankly staring at turn to Chan who gave me a soft look, "you good?"

I release a sigh then purse my lips, "maybe."

He pouts, "what happened?"

I shrug and stand from where I sat, "you know, the usual."

Chan then comes up to me and takes my water bottle from me, "you know, no matter how much people say you don't need water to live, you can never change the fact that you are extremely dependent on water to live."

I look at him and half- heartedly point, "are you calling me thirsty?"

He begrudgingly groans and releases a chuckle. He calls my name out in a scolding tone. I feel myself relax, "I know what you're getting at Chan."

He nods, "good. I'll always be here to remind you of that."

I smile and feel an urge to hug him, "if you weren't so sweaty, I would totally hug you right now."

Chan then gives me a look then does not hesitate to crush me into his arms. I groan and whine in protest. He chuckles, "you literally just said you wanted a hug!"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY SO SWEATY. NO ONE WANTS THIS TORTURE."

Chan huffs and gives a wounded look, "hmp. You better spot me while I lift or else I'm unfriending you."

"Hmm... I think I'll be good without you as a friend."

I half expect Chan to whine about it, but he instead smirks, "ahhhh, you must want me to be your boyfriends so badly huh."

I- I mean...

CLIP #4: A crack edit of Chan when he gets asked about his gym relationship with me in Chan's Room.

He was looking through the questions and suddenly chuckles, his ears noticeably began to redden. Cue a zoom in of his face and his red ears. Cue a clip of Cardi B saying, "that's suspicious."

He says my name then continues, "am I close with her? Yeah. I would say I'm close with her-- and her whole group actually."

Captioned: Nice save, Chris.

"The kids and I are close with her group," he says, clearing his throat.

A clip of him clearing his throat is repeated about ten times.

Chan adjust the beanie he was wearing as he thinks of what he was going to say next, "we actually do work out together a lot because she's under a trainer that works with my trainer."

Captioned: Sure, Chan. That's the only reason, right?

Chan catches another question, "Is she a beast in the gym like Hongseok says?" He breaks into a laugh. He then rubs his cheek and grits his teeth.

A clip of someone saying, "Oh he's jealous," flashes on screen.

"Yeah," Chan finally says, "she's got a really high stamina."

Cue the clip, WHAT DID HE SAY?

Chan continues, "she can go between exercises without stopping. she doesn't even take that much time to catch her breath. In fact, she sings while exercising sometimes, which helps make her vocals stable."

Captioned: Queen Tingz.

The next thing that happens is Chan breaks into a laugh and begins to chuckle. He says, "Sorry I saw a funny comment."

Captioned: WHAT HE MEANS IS HE SAW A COMMENT SAYING 'SHUT UP CHRIS, YOU'RE WHIPPED."

Then came these comments:

LITERALLY LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY BANG CHAN GETS WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HER DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME MY SHIP IS ALIVE

They are dating period. prove me wrong. you cant

Chan literally blushes over anything, buT HE TURNED INTO A TOMATO WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT HER BYE

if you hate on your faves loving each other, you most definitely need Jesus (:

PLEASE CAN YOU SEE HOW WHIPPED THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER

Yeah... it's not been confirmed to this day.

[ingravinoveritas]

i've seen atwi80d already and loved it, mostly for the emotions david brought to the character. there's lots of chaos and silliness, but then there's suddenly such depth and so much sadness. (in his eyes especially, dunno how he does it). i'm already looking forward to your review! the series reminded me a little of doctor who, because it really does have a bit of everything, adventure and drama and romance, lots of blatant humour, but also scenes that'll leave you quite touched. (plus david's english accent). and while i never warmed up to verne's phileas fogg, david's version (which is entirely, entirely different, just like most of the plot) made me agressively root for him from the very first scene in the reform club.

(uh and another reason for why i think you'll definitely like it is that david's fogg is the kind of character that has my opinion on whether i would like to top him or be topped by him basically change with every second scene. which, i suppose, is nothing new, regarding his characters. Or david himself, if we're being honest. yeah, it's probably just him).

so these are my thoughts on it. i hope you'll share yours when it's out in the states! next thing on the watchlist would be michael's little christmas movie, i'm sure he'll give just as much to it.

Hi, Anon! Thank you for sending me this lovely message. I wanted to wait until I’d watched all of ATWI80D to reply, and now I have, so onward and forward with my full review of the show!

Right off the bat, I will say that for me, the two biggest strengths of the show were the actors and the cinematography. The settings were absolutely gorgeous (from what I understand, Romania was where they filmed all of the “cold weather” settings, and South Africa was where they filmed the “hot weather” settings). The set designers did a magnificent job of making us feel that we were really at these locales, and were further helped by the excellent costume department highlighting the attire not only of each place, but of various social classes in those places during that era. You truly felt as if you were there.

I also loved the opening credits of the show. The reference to the ticking clock, obviously, but it also reminded me of shadow casters. Shadow casters are metal figures that you put a light in front of, and the shadows that are cast show something you would not otherwise see (and the shadows can even be put together to tell a story). I think that’s a good metaphor for the characters of Phileas, Passepartout, and Abigail. That it’s only in darkness, in challenging times, that we see another side--good or bad--to each of these people that would not be seen under normal circumstances.

The other strength is, as I mentioned, the acting. David is wonderful and absolutely does carry the show, but David is never not wonderful. Like you said, he is able to portray countless emotions--joy, sorrow, anger, fear--just with his eyes and microexpressions. Ibrahim and Leonie also delivered excellent, nuanced performances, which you very much needed for this threesome to work, and played off David beautifully in all of their scenes together.

(Also, the actor who plays Fortescue, Jason Watkins, is the same one who played Brian Masters, Des’ biographer in Des, because of course he is. I love that David literally acts with the same five people in every project...)

In terms of the show/plot itself, overall, I thought Around the World in 80 Days was a little uneven. Initially, I found myself harboring more sympathy for Passepartout than Phileas. Part of this I think was an intentional choice on the show/David’s end, to make us think about who Phileas is and what he represents, and whether that is something to have sympathy for. But while I know the character is meant to be closed off and tightly wound and needy, I have truly never met someone more in need of a prostate orgasm than Phileas Fogg in the first two episodes of ATWI80D.

(Give the poor man some lube and a baguette, for crying out loud...)

HOWEVER...I do love that we got a flicker of the softness under that repressed exterior with Alberto, the little boy on the train in Italy. You start to see that Phileas really is just a big kid dealing with grown-up hurts, and is covering that pain with an existence as bland as the brown soup he eats at the Reform Club. He’s punishing himself, and what he sees in Alberto is possibility, the potential for a future that he thinks is lost to him, so when Phileas sees that potential threatened, he is moved to save Alberto, and in the process, it’s the start of him saving himself.

But it is a very slow start indeed, and it isn’t until our trio gets to India that things begin to take off.

The episode in India had some truly memorable moments, most notably David’s acting when Phileas is drugged, because no one does that type of comedy-to-dramatic acting quite like David does. The manic energy he gave where what he’s doing makes perfect sense to him even if it makes no sense to anyone else was a brilliant combination of the Tenth Doctor and Crowley’s legs vaguely sauntering down the street to commune with a cow. Also, we finally (finally!) get some emotion out of Phileas in the form of him talking to Abigail as if she is Estella, and it’s so heartbreaking, and that combined with his impassioned speech at the court martial was what really got me to start feeling for him.

Of course, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my other favorite part, which was Phileas having his shirt dramatically ripped open, Roger Daltrey-style, by Passepartout FOR NO GOOD GODDAMN REASON WHATSOEVER:

(Thank you to @somethingjustsouthofbrilliance for this gif!)

I think it was somewhere around this episode that somebody from the BBC or one of the other 5000 production companies behind this show suddenly went, “Eye candy, we need eye candy for the girls and the gays, we have David Tennant here and he's not naked enough, WHAT DO WE DO” and, well...there you go. To quote the legendary Alexis Mateo from RuPaul’s Drag Race season 3: “This is just soft porn. It’s kinda hot.” Even Abigail seemed to be into it, looking from Passepartout to Phileas and back to Passepartout like, “Um...do you boys need a moment? I’ll just be over here in my room behind this thin little curtain, NOT AT ALL LISTENING IN.” Girl...same. You would think that there was already enough gratuitous Phileas flesh in India, but ohhh...no. Because the hijinks got even higher when we were in Hong Kong, and whump, there it is, my other favorite part:

(With thanks to @sic-vita for gif #2!)

Now, I could write an entire paragraph about colonial/patriarchal oppression and the sociopolitical connotations and loss of privilege experienced by Phileas in this entire sequence, as others have so eloquently done. But I’m going to keep it 100% real and say that until this moment, I do not think I understood what the word “whump” truly meant.

Because having David Tennant in chains, shirtless, with miles of pale, freckled skin on display, shoulder blades jutting out with each fluttering breath, and a whip unfurling ominously in the foreground was absolutely and without question a CHOICE. The lashing itself was, of course, difficult to watch, but even in his pain and agony, David/Phileas was beautiful. David acted every inch of that suffering, and the relief when Passepartout and Abigail came rushing in and Passepartout draped the shirt over him was palpable.

The hurt. The comfort. The realizing that Phileas doesn’t even know if he thinks he deserves to be comforted. It was just...extraordinary. Whoever had the presence of mind to include this scene (and I know it very well could be David, because he was an EP on this): Thank you. Bless you. I would like to send you a fruit basket. With flavored condoms.

For me, the strongest moments of ATWI80D took place from the end of India to Hong Kong to the desert island. We go from bottom!Phileas on the continent to top!Phileas on the island, taking charge and nursing Passepartout back to health. But it was also on the island where the dynamic between Phileas and Bellamy and Phileas/Passepartout/Abigail fully solidified for me.I will attempt to break my head canons down to the following three points, as I feel like I’ve rambled on long enough already:

1. Phileas is bisexual.

2. Phileas and Bellamy were boyfriends in boarding school until Bellamy dumped him because he is a jealous old queen who hated that Phileas is so much hotter than he is but didn’t know it yet, and has had to keep putting him down so Phileas thinks he can’t do any better than him.

3. Phileas/Passepartout/Abigail are in a polyamorous “V-style” arrangement, where Passepartout is in relationships with both Phileas and Abigail, but they are not in a relationship with each other.

It’s not until the three main characters are away from civilization that we see the walls between them fully break down. Phileas is humiliated and emasculated in “society” while in Hong Kong. But on the island, the only thing that matters is survival and having each other’s backs (and also not using an incredibly rank fruit like durian as a sole form of sustenance, for the love of God). The bond between Phileas and Passepartout and Abigail is cemented by the realizations they have about each other and themselves and the trials they endure on the island. Phileas draws a line in the sand both literally and metaphorically, and I thought his change of heart and how he speaks to Passepartout and Abigail about how Bellamy only ever tore him down while this journey has lifted him up was just so moving and so well done.

...Which is why, then, I found it really jarring to go from that setting and that emotional apex to the episode in the Rockies. To me, this sequence was not only the weakest of the show, but also belied an underlying problem that I noticed in every episode, which was the script. The script did not serve the show and certainly did not do justice to the actors’ performances. And nowhere was the script clunkier than in this episode, making it feel like a parody of the Old West rather than a genuine portrayal.

It seemed very disconnected from the rest of the show altogether, and were the decision in my hands, I would have scrapped everything in the West entirely...with the possible exception of the female stagecoach driver who so obviously wanted to peg Phileas:

I mean...come on. We all knew exactly what she was thinking at this moment because we were all thinking the same damn thing. This was a self-insert for each and every person in the audience who wanted to put the reins and saddle on Phileas instead of the horses (seriously, what is it with David and saddles??), and my god, whoever greenlit all of this is so clearly one of us and not even trying to hide it. Wow...

Anyway, for the most part, I did enjoy ATWI80D, or least every episode other than 7. I think what took me out of the story most was the weak script, but also when the story tried to do more, but didn’t do it effectively. The two specific examples of that are the gender-related and racial issues with which both Abigail and Passepartout are confronted, respectively. I understand what the show was trying to do by raising these issues, but it seemed to address said issues only superficially instead of on a deeper level, and as a result, did not do justice to Abigail and Passepartout. Leonie and Ibrahim are talented actors, as (of course) is David, but even the most talented actor can only do so much with the material they are given.

David’s Phileas Fogg was the linchpin of the show, and nowhere was that more evident than in the reunion with Estella in New York. There, we see his heart, see the broken boy who has become a man, who comes to understand that true cowardice is not admitting your mistakes and not learning from them, and that the only way to heal from the past is to live fully in the present to make a better future. 

So those are my thoughts on ATWI80D! I didn’t mean to write so much, but I guess I had more to say than I realized. I’m glad you enjoyed it as well, Anon. Thank for writing in! x

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 9 - Eye to Eye [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Late night visits can be unpleasant.

Series Masterlist

Here’s something they didn’t tell you during your spy training;

The world’s deadliest assassin made a cute boyfriend.

For the last couple of days, he had been the perfect gentleman but aside from him dropping by the milkshake shop once, you could barely see him. The spy in you kept urging you to ask him where he was just in case it was an important information you could put on your latest report, but somehow you thought it would maybe be pushing him too much.

You looked over your shoulder to take a look at your surroundings and make sure you weren’t being followed by anyone, still holding the phone to your ear.

“You have nothing to worry about,” you assured Bucky, “I don’t mind, we can meet another time.”

“I’m really sorry darling.”

You tried to ignore the smile pulling at your lips at the term of endearment. “Bucky, I told you. I’m not going anywhere, we have all the time in the world. Well, all the time except for tonight.”

“It came up at the last minute.”

“Mm hm, you mentioned that,” you sat down on the bench, looking up at the tall building, “But I don’t know, it sounds a little like you have another date. A hot date.”

“I mean, if you’d call Sam a hot date—“

“Oh I’d definitely call Sam a hot date,” you taunted him, making him chuckle “Have you met him? He’s dreamy and I bet he wouldn’t change date plans at the last minute, just saying.”

“Hey, come on now.”

“But as it happens, I’m sort of already seeing this brooding guy who likes to be secretive, a lot.”

“I’m not brooding.”

“You frowned at a milkshake once, Bucky.”

“The milkshake had it coming,” he pointed out, “So, seeing huh? That’s what people call it nowadays?”

“What did you guys call it back in your day?”

“Going steady.”

“I like that term better I think,” you said, drumming your fingers on your knee before fixing your skirt, “All jokes aside I get it, really. Just promise me you’ll be safe.”  

“I’ll try.” You could almost see his tentative smile and you narrowed your eyes.

“That doesn’t sound like a promise.”

“How about I visit you at the shop today?” he changed the topic, “Before we leave?”

You checked your wristwatch, “When?”

“In two hours?”

“Oh that works!” you said, “My shift starts in the afternoon, I’ll be there. And I will bug you until you promise me you’ll be safe, just warning you beforehand.”

“Can’t wait,” he said, “See you in two hours.”

“See you,” you hung up, then fixed your expression and raised your chin as you walked through the security. After swiping your card to get in the elevator, you swiped it once more to be able to push the button down to the headquarters.

After you walked out of the elevator, you had to go through the retinal scan to open the last door and stepped into the headquarters, the usual rush greeting you. People were either focused on their computers, or walking around with files or talking to one another. You looked around and slowly descended the stairs to hop on Chloe’s desk, taking her by surprise. She gasped, taking off her headphones.

“Hey, when did you get here?”

“Just now.”

“You look pretty formal.”

You looked down at your pencil skirt and white blouse, then your high heels. “Yeah I mean, I have to report to the General, I can’t just show up in that weird pin up uniform. I wouldn’t hear the end of it from others.”

“Right. Because every single agent here needs to be intimidated by you.”

“Not a necessity, but surely doesn’t hurt.” You wiggled your brows, “Is Keith around?”

“He’s on his way, asked me if I wanted coffee.”

You tilted your head, “Huh. He’s bringing you coffee?”

“Oh he’s just being nice,” she said, smiling at you brightly “Anyways, tell me everything. I haven’t seen you in days, how’s it going with Barnes?”

“Why, what have you heard?”

She scoffed, “Nothing you paranoid. Why, should I have heard something?”

“No,” you said in a haste, “Not at all, just curious.”

“So how’s it going with him?”

“It’s going fine,” you muttered, “We’re going steady.”

“What does that mean?”

You shifted your weight and crossed your legs, “We’re da—ehm,” you cleared your throat, the word feeling way too strange to even you, “Dating?”

She let out a squeal and you shushed her, looking around. “Chloe—“

“You’re actually dating! Like romantically. Dating dating.”

“As a cover, yes.”

“How was the kiss? Tell me everything about the kiss!”

“Chloe, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me you remember that this is a fake relationship.”

She rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t make it less romantic.”

“Yes it does. It definitely does.”

“The kiss?” she insisted, “Did he do something….old timey?”

“During the kiss?” you felt the need to ask, “Chloe, people have been kissing each other for centuries, what exactly do you think was different in the 1940s?”

She opened her mouth to retort but then her eyes found something over your shoulder and someone placed a coffee cup in front of her. You turned your head to see Keith sipping his own coffee.

“Hey.”

“Hey back,” you greeted him, “Where’s my coffee?”

“There’s a coffee machine in the hallway.”

“But that’s not artisanal.”

“Sucks to be you.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head, “You’re such a—”

“Y/N, he’s ready to see you.” General’s assistant approached you and you pushed yourself off the table.

“Wish me luck,” you said and followed her to General’s office. She motioned at you to go in and closed the door behind her when you did, leaving you alone with him.

General was looking out of the window with his hands in his pockets but turned around when you walked in.

“Shrike.”

“Hello General.”

“I went over your report last night,” he said, not beating around the bush, “Can we say that your relationship actually started then?”

“I think so, yes.”

“You think so,” he repeated and you pushed your hair behind your ear.

“I’m sure, sir.”

“Your report did not exactly provide us with any information on him,” he stated, “Or his actions lately. What is he doing, where is he going….with Captain America?”

“General, we have to keep in mind that this is Bucky Barnes,” you said, “Me actually getting close to him will be much slower than any other target. He doesn’t trust anyone—“

“You got information from drug lords and mob bosses, Y/N. They’re not exactly the trusting type.”

“That’s right, but none of those had over 80 years of spy experience.”

“He wasn’t a spy, he was an assassin.”

“An alone assassin,” you insisted, “I don’t put this lightly, he trusts maybe….I don’t know, three people in the entire world. You trusted me with this mission, just let me do it my way. By the time—“ you tried to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth, “By the time we’re ready to bring him in, I will have earned his trust and bring you the information in the meantime.”

He clicked his tongue,

“He didn’t come upstairs with you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“When your date was over, this…second date. He didn’t come upstairs with you?”

Translation: Why didn’t you sleep with him?

“He’s old-fashioned,” you managed to say, “I decided any further step would affect the mission badly.”

He nodded slowly and took his seat while you shifted your weight from one foot to another.

“Some of your superiors and I decided it’d be better to have some changes in your team,” he said and you looked up.

“Keith and Chloe—“

“They will not be replaced, don’t worry,” he said, “We’re just making some additions, that’s all. You will be informed about them soon, you can leave.”

You tried to smile and walked out of the office to close the door behind you. Gritting your teeth, you made your way to Chloe and Keith who were joking around.

“Hey, how did it go?”

“About as expected.”

“He’s in a bad mood, he and my mother had this fight last night,” Chloe said, “Don’t take it personally.”

“Do you know who they’re adding into my team?” you asked and Keith raised his brows.

“They’re adding someone?”

“Yeah.”

“I haven’t heard,” Chloe said, “I’ll snoop around his files when I can. Let’s hope whoever they are, they’re nice.”

You scoffed as you grabbed Keith’s coffee to take a sip.

“You’re talking about a spy, Chloe,” you said, “None of us is ever nice.”

                                      ***

Needless to say, your bad mood was there to stay for the whole day. Even after getting to the milkshake shop, you still couldn’t shake off that discomfort.

You were doing the right thing. It was just a mission, you had done it numerous times and listening to your intuition had never failed you.

No matter what your superiors thought.

You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t even notice the wind bells by the door chiming. You were doodling on a napkin while chewing on the straw of your milkshake, ignoring the clutter of mason jars Tara was currently putting on the shelves.  

“Hi beautiful.”

Your head shot up and your eyes caught the sight of Bucky standing across from you on the other side of the counter. A smile you couldn’t stop pulled at your lips without you having to force it and you let out a breath.

“Bucky!” you exclaimed and went under the counter to throw yourself into his arms. He wrapped his arm around your waist to lift you up, then brushed his lips against yours.

“It slipped my mind—“ you stopped yourself and shook your head as he put you down, “Hi.”

“Hi back.”

You stood on your tiptoes and pecked him on the lips again. Somehow, having him there made your day feel not as terrible as it had been so far, probably because your cover had a much simpler life.

That was it. No other reason.

“I’m pretty sure health regulations do not approve of this,” Tara’s voice pulled you apart and you let out a giggle.

“Sorry about that ma’am,” Bucky said and Tara grinned.

“Ma’am, huh?” she asked, “You, I like you. You have any friends who are as nice as you, lover boy?”

“I think they’d be too old for you,” he stated, making you raise your brows. Tara looked between you two.

“Is he a vampire?” she asked you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Still trying to figure that one out myself,” you said “Is it okay if I step outside for a moment?”

“You mean in this crowd?” Tara asked, motioning at the completely empty shop, “Knock yourself out.”

You tugged at Bucky’s hand to lead him out of the shop and he followed you without any protests.

“Sorry, I was going to lose my mind if I stayed there any longer.”

“Slow day?”

I wish.

“Just a bad day,” you murmured, leaning your back to the wall, “How about you? When are you leaving for this… highly dangerous mission of yours?”

“I never said it was highly dangerous,” he taunted you and you arched a brow.

“Right,” you said, “Then it’s just a little dangerous?”

“Just a little,” he nodded, “Yeah. A little maiming here and there—“

“Bucky!”

“I’m joking,” he said with a chuckle, “I promise you I’ll be safe and try to keep Sam safe. Happy?”

“Extremely, can’t you tell?” you deadpanned and scrunched up your nose, “Gosh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be all pushy, I just—”

“No no, you’re not,” he assured you, that familiar soft light appearing in his blue eyes again, “It’s the opposite actually.”

“The opposite?”

“It’s nice to…” He thought for a moment, “It’s nice to have someone who cares.”

The unsaid about me  hung in the air and you felt it tugging at your heartstrings before you took a deep breath.

Focus on the mission.

“When are you leaving?”

“In a couple of minutes, I told Sam I’d meet him here.”

“Shoot, that soon huh?” you murmured, “Okay, can you maybe just… Um- I don’t—I don’t need to know where you’re going, but can you please text me something when you get there? Even if it’s just a letter or something. So that I can know you’re there.”

“We’ll probably get there in the middle of the night, is that okay?”

Middle of the night.

They were leaving the city.

You made a mental note to include it in your report and nodded fervently, “Yeah, totally!”

“So what will you be doing tonight?”

“Me?” you asked, “Oh nothing much, I was actually thinking I could meet some friends from soup kitchen. We were talking about it the other day, and it’s been almost two months since I moved here. I need to start making friends.”

“And will you be safe?”

You tilted your head, looking up at him mischievously, “If I say no, will you still go?” you taunted him, “I mean I might get mugged again. It’s a dangerous city.”

“Not funny, and I thought you said no more dark alleys.”

“But Bucky, that’s how we met!” you insisted, making him furrow his brows, “It was fate!”

“It was a prick with a gun.”

“You should really put more faith in the universe,” you said “It might surprise you one of these days. Who knows? You might even be happy.”

A soft light crossed his blue eyes and he reached out to push your hair behind your ear.

“Where on earth did you come from?” he breathed out as if he was hypnotized and you scrunched up your nose, trying to keep your head in the game.

“Oregon,” you grinned and closed your eyes as he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss but as soon as he did, someone cleared their throat quite loudly. You pulled back and looked around his arm to see Sam who seemed like he would rather be anywhere but there.

“Barnes, release the poor girl.”  

“Hi Sam!” you waved at him and he smiled slightly.

“Hi Y/N.” he said, “Staying away from wasps?”

You covered your face with your hands, “Gosh, I never should’ve told you that.”

“What wasps?” Bucky looked between you too and you shook your head.

“Long story,” you said, “You two will be okay?”

Bucky took the duffel bag from Sam, “Yeah, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Your jaw dropped, a gasp escaping from you and Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you kidding me dude?”

“Why would you say something like that?!”

“What?”

“Haven’t you seen any movies?” you asked, “You never say that, ever!”

“What did I say?”

Sam threw his head back, “I’m two seconds away from going on this mission by myself.”

“What did I say?” Bucky asked again and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Stay here, both of you.” You pointed at them, then rushed into the shop to grab two plastic cups. You filled them with chocolate milkshake, then put the lids on, placed a straw in each and went outside again.

“Here, for the road.”

Sam grinned as he took his cup “I like her better than I like you, Buck.”

“Don’t call me—“ Bucky stopped himself and took his cup from you, “Thanks darling.”

“No problem,” you said, “Be careful, will you?”

“Sure thing,” he pressed a kiss on top of your head and shouldered the duffel bag, “Let’s go.”

“See you Y/N!”

“See you!” you said and leaned back to the wall as they walked away from you. You nibbled on your lip, crossing your arms.

Out of the city.

Well, at least you knew what to put on your report the next time General requested it.

                                      ***

All things considered, the mission was going well.

Just a little too well.

You flipped your phone in your hand, checking the screen for what felt like a hundredth time before turning your gaze to the TV screen. The character let out a scream and started rushing upstairs as the axe killer burst through the front door, making you shake your head.

“Sure, just go and lock yourself in the bathroom, that’s gotta help….” You mumbled, “Who the fuck is writing these?”

You grabbed your phone again to check the screen once more, then shook your head at yourself, tossing it on the couch.

“Don’t be Marco….” You muttered, “Don’t be fucking Marco, Marco ended up dead.”

“Who are you talking to?”

You jumped out of your skin and grabbed the fruit knife lying on the plate beside you to throw it at the figure but he was way too trained for it. He ducked as you jumped on your feet, then pressed a hand on your chest.

“Keith what the fuck?!”

“You got the phone number of that Chinese place around the corner?” he asked as he picked the knife off the floor to put it on the table “I can’t remember the name and I’m craving noodles.”

“How long have you been here—how the fuck did you get inside?”

“Window. Do you want noodles?”

“I could’ve killed you!”

“Oh get over yourself. Noodles?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Yeah I could eat,” you said and found the number on your phone before tossing the phone to him, “There.”

“Thanks,” he said and took the phone to his ear, then ordered you noodles while you tried to calm down and sat down on the couch. He came to sit beside you.

“Your flowers look dead,” he pointed at the bouquet Bucky had given you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe I like them dead.”

“Okay, Morticia Addams,” he murmured, “What are we watching?”

“Scream.”

“Great, classic.” He put his feet up on the coffee table and you slipped a little on the couch.

“Keith?”

“Hm?”

“Do you ever wonder what got into Marco to put his life in danger?”

“Well poor bastard was in love,” he said, “Love makes you do stupid shit. Why?”

“But he was a trained agent, we’re not supposed to fall in love.”

“Maybe the target was too good in bed,” he wiggled his brows, “Don’t underestimate how good sex can make you feel like you’re in love.”

“That ever happened to you?”

“You know the true owner of my heart,” he joked and you narrowed your eyes.

“Funny you should mention that because—“ you started but then the doorbell rang. You frowned.

“Their service can’t be that fast, can it?”

“It’s literally right around the corner,” Keith said as you grabbed your gun to tuck it into the waist of your shorts and covered it with your shirt.

“Easy terminator, don’t forget to tip the delivery.”

“I’m an assassin, not a savage,” you said and walked to the door, snatching your wallet off the coffee table. You opened the door but as soon as you recognized the figure standing on your doorstep, you dropped the wallet and pulled your gun to point it at him.

“Hi Julian.”

He had the audacity to smile as he eyed the gun in your hand, then clicked his tongue.

“Hi Y/N,” he said, “Do you greet all your ex boyfriends like this, or am I just special?”

Chapter 10

[heavenbarnes]

PLEASE STAND BY: Feel it in the air tonight

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warning/Contains: spoilers for “WandaVision”, aspects of mind-control meaning reader isn’t truly consenting, parts of this don’t make sense and are designed to make you feel strange, cheating, oral sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 3.7k

the 80′s are upon us and things are starting to change, are you willing to feel strange for a while? hmm, anyhow, hope you are all still enjoying! x

MASTERLIST

“You boys just keep getting bigger every time I see you,” You cooed, hands going to ruffle the twins hair. “Swear you were just up to my knees last time I saw you both.”

Tommy and Billy both laugh despite the way they wiggled out of your reach, running back to whatever fracas they were causing in the kitchen.

“Kids, you take your eyes off ‘em for a second and suddenly they’re a whole different person!”

Looking to Agnes knowingly, you couldn’t help but nod in agreement as you made your way further into the house. She was making herself right at home in the Vision residence, nose in the cupboards and leaving no space uncovered.

“Is Wanda about?”

“I sure am!” That soft lilt drifted down the staircase and right before you, your smile immediately growing.

Your cheeks prickled in heat as you weren’t sure how to get the next words out. Looking out from under your brows, you shot Wanda a shy little gaze that only said coquettish to her.

“Agnes, would you be so kind as to get the boys to their uh-”

“Their swim lessons?” The neighbor filled in, already rounding up the kids with their things.

“Yes! Thank you!” Wanda gave the boys a kiss each as she walked them to the door. “I owe you big time!”

Agnes turned back over her shoulder as they made their way out. “Not a worries, you gals have fun.”

There was no way she could’ve known, but that little wink she threw you both, it both frightened and excited you. Knowing that she might know what you were getting up to in your day-to-days.

The door shutting broke your swirling thoughts, your mind only going straight to Wanda as she stood before you. Her eyes scanned your face, coming down to take in your outfit, too. You’d only thrown on cycle shorts and a sweater but she was eyeing you up as if you were wearing nothing at all.

She cleared the space between you so quickly, wrapping you up in her touch to press your lips against hers. Steadily walking you backwards, her hands ran the length of your back and up to cup your face, teeth nibbling gently at your lower lip.

“You get even sweeter every time I see you.” Her comment drew a giggle from you, your hands coming to thread through her curls.

She wasted no time with you, backing you towards the dining table and pushing you up onto it. Leaning towards you, her lips continued to move sweetly with your own, her taste and tongue taking over you entirely. You almost missed the way her fingers started at the waist band of your shorts.

Not wasting time with removing your chunky sneakers either, she pulled your bottoms to your ankles and slotted into the space between your legs, kneeling before you. It was all moving so quickly, your heart rate was rising with every touch she left against you.

Fingers gripping your thighs, lips pressing against the soft skin that grew from there, Wanda smiled up at you like the cat who got the cream. Brushing a few stray curls off her forehead, you gave her a smirk laced entirely with longing.

“You are one hot mama, mama.”

She giggled at your funny little ways, she brought her teeth to leave a gentle nip close to the meeting of your thighs. It made you jolt, and the gasp that fell from you tapered off into a moan at the end there.

Moving closer to where you knew you needed her more than anything, Wanda trailed her tongue up and along your slit as your thighs widened around her head. Tipping your own head back, you let a deep sigh drift out into the world as you felt all your muscles loosening.

Your hands dropped from her head to the edge of the table, gripping it under your fingers as her tongue came to your clit. Rolling it around, she began to find a steady movement that made your eyes roll back in your head. As your hips began to rock into her mouth, the heat in your body rose.

Wanda knew you inside and out, like she was able to read your entire being and know what was going to work. Her lips closed around your most sensitive area, suckling gently as she drew the softest and sweetest cries from you.

It always felt right, never felt greedy and never felt naughty, Wanda always made it feel like this is what you worked your whole life for. If you were good and you were kind then maybe one day you’d end up with the most beautiful girl perched between your legs.

Taking one of your hands, you threaded it back into her hair so you could tug just a bit. Doing so earnt a moan from Wanda, one that rumbled through you and ricocheted off all the right spots. Your legs tensed slightly, your hips dipping down to move against her tongue.

She drew it from your wetness back up to your clit, flickering it and pressing it against her lip to create friction. Your breaths were beginning to break like waves, choppy and wild as she took complete control over your body with simple movements of her mouth.

Gripping her tighter, you pulled her in as she sighed contently into you. Still rolling your hips like you needed it, you nearly began to ride her face in absolute bliss. It was bliss, it was heaven and it was all you ever needed in that moment.

“You feel so good, you make me feel so good, Wanda you’re-”

Pulling back from you slightly, she gripped tighter on your thighs.

“Tell me, use your words.”

Going back to her work, you were already working yourself up with every movement of your hips. Chest huffing you only just got the words out.

“Wanda you’re everything.” 

And that was all she needed, the deepest groan left her chest and her mouth only sped up, which launched you very quickly off the edge and caught you in the waves of pleasure.

They washed over you, your hands in her hair and her name on your lips. She let you ride her tongue through the overwhelming pleasure, keeping you under the water until you were entirely washed in the tide of her.

So gentle and so loving, she let you come down and to extend the gesture she pulled your bottoms back up for you. Helping you off the table, she fixed your clothes as you fixed her hair, both giggling to one another.

She kissed your cheek, before you tilted your face so she could find your lips. They closed against one another and as you opened, you could taste the sweetness of yourself lingering there.

“How about some tea?” She mumbled against you, drawing a laugh from you.

“Yes please, hot mama.” 

Gently swatting her behind as she walked past, you both smiled knowingly to one another as Wanda went to the other room.

Leaving you alone in her living room, the nosiness in you drifted you around, picking at things and getting glimpses into the Vision’s lives.

Lifting up a picture, it was lovely, the four of them all grouped together with the brightest of smiles. It reminded you of the photo on your mantle, you couldn’t remember when it was taken but you had always thought it was the most beautiful picture of James-

Cutting your thoughts was a nearly searing pain shooting behind your eyes. It made you lose your grip on the picture, the frame clattering back to the side table. Wanda came back in at the sound, mugs in hand and a look of confusion.

“Is everything okay?”

Your sweater covered your hand slightly as you brought it to your forehead, holding your head gently as the pain began to settle.

“I think so, I just had the worst pain right in my mind, I have no idea where it came from.”

She looked worried, ushering you closer to her as she sat the cups down. “What were you doing when it happened?”

Thinking back, you shut your eyes to take a moment. “I was just admiring your photo, thinking of my one with-”

And it unleashed itself again, the pain radiating so tight across your eyes that you sealed them shut firmly this time. The yelp that escaped your throat was enough to have Wanda really concerned now.

She grasped your hands in her arms and began to walk you. “Something doesn’t seem right, have you been feeling unwell lately?”

Truly, you cant remember. It’d been a strange few days of not remembering your dreams or even what you’d been doing just the other day, so really you weren’t sure. Nevertheless, you were sure it would be fine.

“It’s okay, Wanda, I think I just need to go home.” Pressing your palm to your forehead, the pain was beginning to ease.

“No, I really think you’ll be better if you stay here, you don’t want to be alone.” She was fluffing about now, ushering you to sit on the overstuffed sofa.

“I won’t be alone, James should-”

“Here!” Like her voice ran away on her, it came out a tad sharp. “Here is best for the moment.”

The pain eased even further and suddenly you were overcome with the idea that this was certainly the best place for you to be. Wanda’s hands eased across your shoulders and squeezed gently, further allowing the tension to melt from you.

“There have been the strangest things going on as of late, if everyone would just take it easy for a moment.” Her voice wavered only slightly as she also began to calm herself.

“You’re right, things have been a little strange-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Vision came through the front door with your husband in tow. “Look who I found milling about!”

You could’ve sworn you heard Wanda sigh, and not a tired sigh, it was tinged with annoyance. She let go of your shoulders, allowing you to get up and round the sofa to James. Following you, she gave Vision a quick kiss on the lips, but you missed the way her eyes bored into the back of your head.

If looks could kill you would’ve dropped dead the minute James scooped you up into his arms and laid his lips against yours. So warm and so all consuming, you lent further into him with your hands balled in the lapels of his blazer.

“Wanda, honey, are you feeling alright?” Turning your head at Vision’s voice, it all happened so quickly.

You saw her hands move, the faint red glow, but before you could ask her what on Earth was going on, you felt the ground move beneath your feet.

James slipped from your grasp, suddenly you felt the wool of Vision’s suit in your hands, tall stature dipping slightly to press his lips against yours. One of your hands lifted to slip into the strands of blonde hair, smooth against your touch.

“What, no, no.” You heard Wanda’s voice before the shift started again.

Agnes’ dark curls slipped through your fingers as her lips moved against your own. She pulled you in tighter by your waist, holding you flush against her chest as your other hand fisted her shirt.

“Why can’t I just-”

The pain eased even further and suddenly you were overcome with the idea that this was certainly the best place for you to be. Wanda’s hands eased across your shoulders and squeezed gently, further allowing the tension to melt from you.

“Your hands really are magic, Wanda.” You cooed as your body fell into the warmth of her touch.

The sound of feet bounding down the stairs snapped both your heads towards the noise, happy calls from the boys of “dad’s home dad’s home!”

Followed by the door opening, Vision stepped across the threshold with a smile, enveloping his son’s in a hug before offering both you and his wife a kind grin. As Wanda moved to great her husband, you also followed them to the doorway.

“I think this means I better get dinner on!” You laughed, giving everyone little waves. “Meatloaf to be made!”

Wanda’s face wasn’t sad, maybe just a little tired. She waved you off nonetheless like the rest of her family and said her goodbyes for the night.

-

Wrapping your knuckles against the door, you rocked on your heels as you waited for the joy of your morning. Just seeing Wanda’s smiling face as she opens the door is enough to see you right for the rest of your day. 

Door swinging open and smile already growing on your face, it didn’t so much as drop, it just stalled for a moment.

“Well good morning to me,” Fingers brushed back silver hair and shoulder rested on the doorframe. “Please, tell me this isn’t a dream.”

You quirked a brow before you tilted back a tad, checking you had stepped up to the right house. Sure enough, 2800 looked back at you and you looked back at the young man with a bright grin and cropped sweatshirt.

“Is Wanda home?” You gave him a ginger smile, nervously twiddling your fingers in the hem of your shirt.

Eyes still fixed on you, he lent back further into the house. “Sis, there’s an absolute babe here looking for you!”

Trying your best to ignore the wink he shot you, you let the word sis tick over in your brain. You didn’t think Wanda had ever mentioned a brother to you before, but maybe you’d forgotten, a few things had slipped your mind as of late.

“Let her in, she’s our neighbor!”

You couldn’t miss the way your cheeks heated at that, how she knew who he meant by just that little comment. It made your heart tweak a little, but you had to push it down as Wanda’s brother stepped to the side to let you in.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You gave him a kind little smile, watching the way he came to rest beside you against the back of the couch.

“I’m Pietro, Wanda’s twin brother.”

“Twin?”

“Twin, fraternal and everything.”

He turned towards you slightly whilst you nodded intently. Your eyes flickered to the stairs, waiting for Wanda to come down, but there didn’t seem to be any sight of her. “And what are you doing in little old Westview?”

You were a little delayed in turning back to him, eyes still fixed waiting on Wanda, but you turned back nonetheless. “Sorry?”

“What brought you here?”

“Oh, uh,” You thought for a moment. “I think it was just the security of the neighborhood.”

Nodding along with you, you could’ve sworn he moved in closer. “Well I might have to park up here too, if the neighbors look like you.”

You could feel the flames rising behind your cheeks, but once against you quashed it down. “You’re very kind.”

“And you’re very pretty.”

Now that was forward, you turned fully this time to look him right in the eye. “Sorry?”

“I mean, I’m sure you know that, you still look the same.”

That comment sort of got lost on you, you were still reeling just a bit from the entire situation. Getting up off the back of the couch, you turned to stand in front of him.

“What are you getting at? What’s your motive?”

His lips quirked into a smile, brow dropped and you knew there was something coming. You didn’t know where this man found all his confidence, but he sure as hell wasn’t taking it easy on you.

But that doesn’t mean you were expecting his next move.

“Come on, give me a kiss.” Pietro’s hands came to gently grasp your wrists, turning you to face him.

“Excuse me! I have a husband.”

“Ah, so it’s not cause you don’t want to it’s cause- wait, who’s your husband?”

Shooting him a look of confusion, you shook your head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“James, we’re married?” Drawing out your words, you came in loud and clear.

Regardless, Pietro still quirked his brow. “No you’re not.”

“Yes we are, we’ve been married for- well I don’t remember but we are.”

“No,” He stressed. “You’re not, I knew Bucky had a crush on you but he hasn’t even asked you out, let alone popped the question.”

And there was that feeling, becoming awfully familiar as it washed over you once again. It was like waking up, except you weren’t in your bed, you were standing in a room that you had no recollection of getting to. To put it simply, you woke up to find you were crawling in your skin.

“Bucky,” Your voice nearly fell apart at the seems. “And I’m-”

“Agent 19,” Pietro filled in your blanks. “You’re a team, never one without the other, yada yada yada.”

That tight feeling in your chest, that wrapping around your heart and tugging the near life out of it, it was so consuming. You looked to him for anything, but he just shrugged his shoulders, eyes traveling to the doorway.

“And what is going here?” You heard her sing song voice before you saw her, he knew she was coming.

This could be your moment, your moment to play the game of “nothing is wrong” and play your upper hand. Every part of you wanted to turn to her with that beaming smile and bat your eyelashes, but the pounding in your chest- the carnal feeling that always existed in you, that was stronger than your reserve.

“I don’t know Wanda!” Spinning on your heel, you faced her dead on. “Why don’t you tell me, seen as you seem to know a damn sight more about my life than I do.”

You’d never seen her look like that before, you’d seen her cast with discontent when something like this had began to fall apart. But this look, she almost seemed to be afraid?

Mouth opening and closing a couple times, Wanda scoffed as she spoke. “Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know!” You felt Pietro grasp your waist as you nearly lunged forward. “I don’t know where anything is coming from, I don’t know where this life came from!”

Wanda shook her head, hands going to her hips to tut at her brother. “Pietro, you’ve upset her.”

That anger that was steadily unraveling inside of you, so coiled up from being held down by smiles and laugh tracks, it nearly drowned you as it all came to the surface.

“Why don’t you ever call me by a name?” 

Your question had caught her off guard, but with easy deflection she clipped a laugh towards it.

“Forgive me for having pet-names.”

“No, tell me what my name is.”

“You know your own name-”

“NO I DON’T!”

For all you thought about her, she’d never seen you like this. Your whole body raised up as it all spilled out of you, untapped rage tumbling from your lips as you willed your eyes not to well with tears.

Wanda somehow found composure, shut her mouth and once again, shook her head in your face. “You’ve lost sight of yourself, this is obviously all too much.”

You saw her hands, the way her fingers poised with palms turned together. If Pietro hadn’t had a hold on you, you weren’t sure what would’ve unleashed from you.

“No, don’t you dare change the scene on me, I am sick and tired of you changing the scene when you get upset,” Crying out, your voice cracked only slightly, despite yourself. “You don’t know what it does to my [CENSORED] brain!”

Hearing the sound fall from your lips, knowing you didn’t make it, you’d never felt pain like that in your life. “And now you’re censoring me?”

Maybe he could feel you move beneath his hands, maybe he could just hear it in your voice, but Pietro pulled you back into himself. “Wanda, sis, you might want to give her a break-”

“What is happening?” Your husband, or your partner, or Bucky- Bucky came in from off stage.

In a strange sort of turn-of-events, Vision trailed in behind him, confusion just as evident across his features. He looked to Wanda, but just as quickly he was looking to you with a hint of question behind his eyes.

Shooting Bucky a look, dead in the eye and as straight as you could, there was a feeling that there was one shot at this. “Bucky, please.”

And that was all it took, you could see the light change in his eyes, the way his features softened but the rest of his body straightened in an instant. You weren’t immune to the way his eyes dropped to Pietro’s grasp on you as he scanned the area.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda threw her hands in the air, once again shaking her head. “Everyone just cool it!”

“My dear, what has been going on? They seem upset.” Vision had that signature lilt, the tone of a man who has began walking on eggshells.

“No, I cannot believe this!” She took a turn, facing you all in an instant. “I will not be told what to do in my own reality!”

The unravel in your chest stopped, and soon you realized you’d given yourself enough rope. “Stop, please just-”

“Come on, give me a kiss.” Pietro’s hands came to gently grasp your wrists, turning you to face him.

“Excuse me! I have a husband.”

"And that’s my cue!” Your man called out as he poked his head through the door and with a chuckle, he began to cross the small space to you both.

“Here he is now,” Your arm looped around his waist as you pulled him close, your eyes both catching in a tight stare. “How nice of you to join us, Bucky.”

-

“I think we’ve done it, I think they’ve made enough headway.”

Regardless of the progress that’d just unfolded, soon those same technicolor bars spread across the screen.

“If they just stay this strong, they stay together then they might just be able to take control of this too.”

Tapping a pen against the screen, those tell-all letters glowed before them.

“PLEASE STAND BY.”

[peachyloveswriting]

Alright. Ya done forced my hand. At your leisure peachy, no rush whatsoever! Could I have fujiko x fem!reader with prompt #82 “I think I’m in love with you and it terrifies me” I know you don’t do full nsfw but whatever you are comfortable giving me :) thank you 🙏

How drunken nights end

Pairing: Fujiko x fem reader

warning: suggestive, low-key smut. 16+, tit suckling, teasing, domination, light fingering.

A/n: idk it I over did it or not

You weren’t one for drinking much but when the opportunity presented it’s self in a timely manner you took it without a second thought, just like you took the opportunity to have a night out with the one and only Fujiko Mine. 

It was originally supposed to be a girls night out being just you, Fujiko, and a few of her other girlfriends but they all butted out at the last second leaving the two of you alone. You felt bad that they had ditched her last minute. So you tried to cheer her up. 

“Hey, c’mon. at least I'm still here, right?” You said. Your hand rested on her shoulder. she glanced up at you. “Yeah but why did they ditch me? I never did anything wrong.” She pouted. You frowned pulling her into a gentle hug. “It’s okay, we can still go to the bar just you and me some personal bonding time.” You pulled out of the hug to smile and wink at her making her smile. “There she is! The happy Fujiko I know.” you encouraged her. She blushed at your words, swatting you away playfully, “oh stop.” She looked away bashfully. 

“Let’s get moving.” She suggested as she pulled you in the direction of her car. Being glad that you had gotten her in a good mood the ride to the bar was over in a flash. When you walked in there was smoke, laughter, shouting, whistling and the smell of alcohol in the air. You smiled over at her as she took you hand and tugged you up to a barstool, when you sat down and looked over at her you could finally get a good view of her outfit. It was rather suggestive but it looked good on her. 

“Welcome to hell’s angels, what would you babes like to order?” A rather feminine voice asked. When you looked to match a face with a voice you were rather shocked to see a muscular female leaning on the bar in front of you. You were mesmerized for a moment before Fujiko spoke up. “We’ll have crown with chasers please, 80 to 20 percent ratio.” 

Angeline, her name tag said. Stood from the counter and lightly tapped the bar top. “You got it sweetheart.” 

Angeline walked off to make the drinks and Fujiko turned to face you. “So,” She started, catching your attention. “How have you been? I know it’s been awhile since we were last really able to talk.” 

She was right, the only times the two of you really talked in the past month was over payphones and those calls didn’t last very long. You sighed in thought, leaning against the bar top. “Oh you know, just the usual. Bored.” You remarked. Two glasses were placed before you, “Here you are.” Angeline said with a nod. You nodded curtly before muttering a thank you. 

Fujiko took a sip of her drink before setting it back down. “Ugh, I know what you mean.” You chortled, looking over at her with a curious smile, “Really?” You urged her to explain. 

“Yeah, Lupin’s been...” Her voice trailed off. The word was on the tip of her tongue but she just couldn’t quite figure out if it was the right word. “For lack of better words, boring.” She deadpanned. Smirking, you replied. “Is that so?” She noticed there was an edge in your voice that she hadn’t caught onto before. She ignored the urge to ask why you said it like that and continued with the conversation. The only thing you could remember was being on glass number five before coming to conciseness in the hallway of a love hotel. 

Keys jingled in Fujiko’s hand as she multitasked forcing her tongue into your mouth and pushing the door open. You stumbled in first falling against a wall, Fujiko kicked the door shut before getting back to what she was doing previously. Your body was growing hot the more her hands wandered, squirming under her touch practically begging for more. Smiling into the kiss Fujiko grabbed you firmly by the waist, moving you from the wall to the bed. Landing on your back and desperately searching for a way to get your clothes off, you were interrupted by a pair of hands taking over what you were doing, “Let me do it.” She insisted. 

Her soft lips kissed from your stomach to between your boobs as she tugged your shirt over your head, sending tingles down your spine. She smiled as she pulled your shirt all the way off. “You like that?” she asked as she reached behind her back unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the wayside. She straddled your hips, the only fabric between you and her being your bras, underwear, and your skirt. Her hands snaked their way up your body and under your bra, firmly but softly squeezing your boobs. Her finger tips brushed over your nipples making you shudder.

She was teasing you and you so desperately just wanted her to get down to business. You grind you hips up against her, a low whine coming from your mouth. She looked up at you, eyes half-lidded as she unclipped your bra and slid it off. “Use your words babe.” You watched as she grabbed your tit in one hand, leaning down to suckle and bite on the sensitive skin. This aroused you further, causing a whine of pleasure to get caught in your throat. 

Her tongue circled around the sensitive skin before flicking her tongue over it directly, making you twitch. There was so many new sensations, you felt as if you were overloaded. “Please.” You begged, your voice as tiny as a mouse’s. She paused her actions momentarily to respond. “Please what?”

Moving her hand off of your tit for support she used her other hand to move your skirt up. Your breath caught in your throat as her finger brushed over your core through the fabric. You bucked your hip upwards for more friction. “Please, just fuck me already.” 

A devious smile spread across her face as she slid down your body, moving your panties to the side she teased your entrance. “is that right?” she urged another response to which you lightly moaned. “Yes~” Your hands beginning to grasp the sheets in anticipation. “Good girl.” Fujiko purred, pushing two fingers inside of you. Electricity shot through you, the warm feeling bubbling up to your chest and coming out as a loud moan. 

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The room was hot, and your chest heaved as Fujiko flopped down beside you. Both of you lay completely naked, trying to catch your breath. Eventually you feel Fujiko’s arm slide around you waist and her leg come to rest across your legs. Your breathing was much calmer now, you could feel the sleep lulling over you. 

Suddenly, Fujiko spoke. “I think ‘I’m in love with you and that terrifies me.” 

You looked at her, your eyes half-lidded. “Me too but lets figure that out in the morning.”