#imagine he’s one of those guys who looks like he hasn’t aged since he was five

[sxxythingz]

Double Fantasy

Neteyam Sully (22) x Lo’ak Sully (21) x Omatikaya reader (22)

Taglist: @savvysscandles this too foreverrrr, I know but here it is!!! I hope you like it! 🥰

Warnings: smut, threesome, cursing, cream pie, aged up characters, a tad bit of dom Neteyam, p in v, oral (m receiving), losing v card/first time (f)

Summary: The Sully brothers both are attracted to a girl, one more willing to own up to it than the other, and they both decide to try their luck 😏

WC: 3.6K

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“Bro. Just look at her, she’s the sexiest woman that I’ve ever seen.” Lo’ak nudges Neteyam as they both watch you intensely while you sharpen your knives, not even noticing that they’ve been watching you for the past hour. “You say that about every woman that you see, baby bro. What makes her different?” Neteyam chuckles at Lo’ak’s repetition, earning an eye roll from him.

“I’m telling you bro. She’s just different, she’s innocent and hasn’t fucked anyone yet and that’s so rare to find around here. She’s just so different bro.” Neteyam didn’t want to let Lo’ak know that he felt the exact same way about you, but instead he silently agreed with his eyes never leaving you.

“Bro… imagine if she lets us be the first to fuck her. Do you know how amazing that would be? I bet she’s better than all of these girls here, and I’m about to go find out.” Neteyam wasn’t really listening to Lo’ak, but his attention averted straight to him once he spoke those words, his heart dropping in his stomach as Lo’ak begins to walk towards you.

“Lo’ak! Get back here! Why are you- ugh!” Neteyam attempts to protest as he follow Lo’ak but you weren’t that far away from them so they get closer to you, making Neteyam quiet down so that you don’t catch on. Deep down, he wanted the same thing as his brother, but he didn’t want to come off as disrespectful towards you so he always refrained himself.

You finish sharpening your knife and take one final 360 look at it before standing up from your squatting position and sliding the knife into its holder on the right side of your hip. You dust your hands off on your loincloth and look up to see both Neteyam and Lo’ak standing a few feet away from you, looking as if they are almost in a trance.

“Hi guys!” A smile spreads across your face as you throw your hand into the air, waving at both of them. They seem to snap out of their trance as you quickly head towards them, or at least Lo’ak does. “I didn’t notice you guys standing here. What have I missed?” You ask them, furrowing your eyebrows at Neteyam, who seems to be stuck in one spot as he looks at you.

“Oh nothing, w-we just seen you here and we figured that we should come and talk to you, right bro?” Lo’ak looks over to Neteyam who doesn’t say a word and nudges him, making him look over to Lo’ak quickly before nodding his head in agreeance. “Well don’t be shy! Both of you come with me to my hut, let’s catch up since I haven’t seen either of you in a few days. You must have so much to tell me!” You grab both of their hands and begin to walk towards your hut, making both of them glance over at each other with no resistance of following you.

Once you arrive at your hut, they both come in with you and sit on your woven counter that you made as you sit on your cot facing the direction of them. “So… where have you guys been? And what’s been going on?” You smile at both of them as you cross one leg over the other, looking from Neteyam to Lo’ak as you wait for a response.

“Uh well we’ve had training for the past days so we’ve been really bus-“ Neteyam speaks but is quickly interrupted by Lo’ak’s sudden intrusion. “Fuck the small talk. I have a question Y/n.” You furrow your eyebrows at Lo’ak as he slowly cascades over to you, sitting next to you on your cot.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but… are you a virgin?” The words shock Neteyam as he loudly coughs, making you look at him before returning your gaze back towards Lo’ak. “What do you mean Lo? What does that mean?” His eyes widen as he looks over to Neteyam who looks just as confused. “I-I mean have you ever had sex with anybody?” Your eyes quickly glance around the room before shaking your head no as your answer. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He asks you another question, earning another silent shake of your head once again.

“Have you even been touched by a man before?” Neteyam butts in as you turn your head towards him and shake your head once again. “I mean I’ve heard stories from my friends about their experiences, and they say that it feels good but I’ve never had those experiences. I would like to try it one day maybe.” You watch them both look at each other, communicating with only their eyes so you would be clueless as to what they’re thinking before Lo’ak speaks to you again.

“Yeah it does feel good. Would you like to try it now?” He asks you, making your heart sink with his words. “I- I would have to choose between one of you though. Wouldn’t that be awkward?” You whisper to Lo’ak as he laughs. “What if you didn’t have to choose between one of us? What if you could get double the pleasure?” You bite the inside of your lip nervously, yet it was as if your body was deceiving your mind. Secretion taking over the seat of your loincloth at the thought of having both of them.

“I-I don’t k-“ You feel Lo’ak’s hands caressing your thigh as he looks over to Neteyam, signaling for him to come sit down on the other side of you and he obliges. “It’s ok. Just give it a chance, baby. It’ll feel so good, just trust us ok?” You watch his eyes glance from your own lips back to your eyes as you slowly nod your head.

His face slowly moves closer to yours until you feel his lips on yours, butterflies eroding through your stomach at the feeling. You feel Neteyam’s hand slowly moving up your thigh as he watches you kiss Lo’ak, his long fingers massaging the inside of your thigh, making you moan into Lo’ak’s mouth. Lo’ak softly wraps his hand around your throat, dominating your mouth with his tongue. You feel Neteyam’s hand continue to move upwards, spreading your legs with every inch until he reaches the wet spot in between your legs.

“Fuck.. she’s so wet.” You hear Neteyam say as you let go of Lo’ak’s lips and look over to him. Neteyam crashes his lips into yours, taking you back as his fingers rub circles over your clothed heat. Lo’ak takes advantage of your exposed neck, licking a long strip up to your ear as you continue to kiss Neteyam. You could clearly tell that they’ve done this before with different girls, but knowing that they already had the experience just made it that much more exciting for you.

Lo’ak reaches to the side of your loincloth, pulling at the string that’s keeping it on your hips and loosening it to drop off of your body. Your heart races as the cool air hits your wet core, making you inhale deeply. You feel the absence of Neteyam being next to you as he gets on his knees in front of you, opening your legs enough to slide himself in between them.

Lo’ak reaches behind you, untying your top to let it fall into his hands where he throws it across the room, leaving you completely nude in front of the brothers. Their eyes scan your body like they’re hunters and you’re the prey. Your chest heaves as you try to cover up, but Lo’ak grabs your hands, bringing them down by your side.

“Relax, we’re gonna take care of you. Just lay back and relax.” You look into Lo’ak’s eyes, then Neteyam’s for reassurance, making both of them smile at you. You take one last deep breath before laying all the way back onto your cot, completely entrusting them with you. Neteyam massages your thighs once again as you feel his hot breath on your pussy, leaving shivers down your spine.

Your anticipation comes to a halt when you feel Neteyam’s warm mouth latch onto your pussy, making your back arch off of the cot with a deep inhale. Lo’ak lays down with you, massaging your boobs and taking your nipple into his mouth to gently suck it. Neteyam draws circles around your clue with his tongue, placing his entire mouth over it to suck gently.

“Fuck..” You moan out, reaching your hand down to grasp Neteyam’s thick braids and pull gently until his entire face is in your core. Lo’ak softly bites at your left nipple, pulling it in between his teeth as your body jerks from the double pleasure. You only ever played with yourself once, even then you had no idea what you were doing, so having both of the boys pleasure in this way is overwhelming.

You grunt and moan as you grind your hips against Neteyam’s face, feeling a blissful sensation spread throughout your lower abdomen like wildfire through a forest. “That’s it baby. Cum for us, you’re doing so good.” Lo’ak unlatches from your nipple to whisper in your ear, taking the lobe into his teeth, your eyes rolling with your lip in between your teeth. “Fuck, I-I think I’m about cum!” You yell out as you try your best to push Neteyam’s head away from you, but Lo’ak quickly grabs your hands and restrains them to keep you from moving any further.

“Let it happen, don’t fight it. We got you princess, be a good girl and cum for us.” His words sending you over the edge as you feel your entire body shaking, Neteyam moaning into you as you paint his tongue with your cum. You ride out your orgasm, your hips staggering as Neteyam licks you clean before standing up to wipe his mouth with a wide smile on his face.

“You taste so good, baby. Want a taste?” Before you can answer his question, he firmly grips your face into his rough hands, pulling your lips to his, instantly opening his mouth and forcing his tongue past your lips for a taste. You moan into the kiss at the taste of yourself on his tongue, you never knew you could taste so good.

You feel as if there is a fire starting between your legs through the kiss. That orgasm isn't enough, you need more. You weren’t so sure at the beginning of this, but now all you knew was that you needed both of them more than anything.

“I… I need more guys.” You break the kiss, panting hard and earning smirks from both of the brothers. “We know, baby. We’re going to try something different, ok?” Lo’ak states, removing himself from beside you to stand up and rid himself of his loincloth, his dick bouncing out leaking precum from the tip. You look over to Neteyam who removes his as well, your eyes bucking at the sight of both the brothers' large sizes.

“Just lay back and relax, ok princess? We’re about to take care of you.” You nod your head at Lo’ak’s words, your heart thumping through your chest at his reassuring words. He drags his rough hands along your thighs, massaging them as Neteyam did as he pulls them apart further. He get in between your legs, fitting like a missing puzzle piece in the space. He gives himself a few more strokes before he looks into your eyes one last time.

“Ready?” His raspy voice rings in your ears, you inhale deeply before nodding your head. You close your eyes, feeling pressure in between your legs as Lo’ak slowly pushes himself into you. You squeal loudly, scrunching your face up and attempting to close your legs around his small waist.

“It’s ok, yawne. You can take it, be the good girl that we know you can be for us.” Neteyam comforts you, lifting your head up to sit himself underneath it, then placing it into his bare lap. He caresses your boobs, gently squeezing them as you breathe out. You see him give Lo’ak a silent nod to continue and with that, he places his hand on your knee, making sure that he has a hold on it before he pushes further into you.

“Fuck! It hurts!” You scream out, your hands flying from your side to push Lo’ak in his chest but before you can even reach him, Neteyam tightly grips your wrists, pulling them up over your head. “Take it, princess. We got you, just trust us.” Your chest heaves up and down in frustration, wanting to remove your wrists from Neteyam’s grip, but loving the way that both the brothers make you feel.

The feeling of Lo’ak being in between your legs, eyeing your every movement, Neteyam holding you and reassuring you that they’ve got you. It’s almost like a dream that you never in a million years would have dreamed. A dream come true.

Lo’ak bottoms out inside of you, you hadn’t even noticed him moving for being too busy staring into Neteyam’s beautiful eyes. The domination of having you under both of their control taking over his eyes, painting them a dark golden color that shimmers in the sunlight that peaks through your hut. The look making you wetter by each second that goes by, making it easier for Lo’ak to stroke into you.

He retracts his hips from you, nearly pulling completely out before snapping his hips back into you earning hisses from both of you. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Way better than I imagined.” He whispers into your ear, making you moan at his words. The muscles in your pussy contracting, eating a groan from Lo’ak as he continues to gently stroke in and out of you.

He pulls himself nearly out of you once again, this time ramming his hips into you making you scream out as you ball your hands that are still in Neteyam’s grip into a fist, digging your nails into palms of your hands. “That’s it, you’re doing so good baby. Keep going.” Your eyes roll at Neteyam’s words, feeling your orgasm approaching you quickly.

“I-I c-can’t, fuck! It f-feels so good!” Your voice cracks with every syllable that comes out of your mouth, the warm feeling in your womb taking over your body as Lo’ak seems to hit all of the right spots. You feel your back lifting off of your cot, an arch that almost seems as if you could snap in half. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your womb feeling as if it might just burst.

“Oh my- I-I think I’m cumming!” Every stroke that Lo’ak gives you pushing it further and further out of you, making you go crazy. “That’s it baby girl, let it out. Cum all over this dick, give it to me.” Those were the words that sent you over the edge, a pornographic moan escaping from your lips as your breath hitches in your throat, your mouth wide open but with nothing coming out of it.

Your breath finally breaks through your throat as you calm down from your high, Lo’ak pulling out of you before planting a kiss on your lips then getting off of your cot. You quickly avert your head up, watching Neteyam remove himself from underneath you. “Your turn bro.” Lo’ak mumbles to him, his chest heaving up and down with sweat beads pouring down his toned abs.

“Y-Your turn?!” You yell out, you didn’t know if you would be able to take another orgasm after both of the intense ones that you just had to overcome. You hear the brothers chuckle as Neteyam gets in front of you, placing both hands on your waist and flipping you over so that you are on your knees and hands. Lo’ak kneels in front of you on your cot, his dick dripping precum as it comes face to face with you.

“We’re going to try something a little different princess, ok? You’re going to suck his dick while I fuck you.” You hear Neteyam’s voice from behind you before he slides his tip up and down your folds, collecting your slick onto him as you moan and jerk your body forward. He chuckles once again, firmly grapping your waist, giving your ass a hard smack and pulling you back onto him as you gasp loudly.

“Don’t fucking run. As long as you do as I say, I won’t be rough with you. But if you try to run, I’m not going to be easy on you anymore, ok princess?” The authority in Neteyam’s voice earning a loud gulp from you as you nod your head. “Now let me see you suck his dick while I fuck you baby.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out, shifting your eyes up to look into Lo’ak’s as he smirks. He slaps the tip against your tongue before he slides himself into your mouth, making you wrap your lips around him.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Neteyam groans from behind you, rutting himself into you, not giving you any time to adjust before he continuously slams his hips against your ass. You bob your head up and down on Lo’ak, moans and whimpers coming out of your throat and sending vibrations through Lo’ak’s dick. “Fuck! You’re so good at sucking my dick baby. Are you sure you were a virgin before us?” He moans out, grabbing your braids into his hand to prevent them from being in your face.

Neteyam continues to ram into you, causing a ripple effect on your ass, his hands firmly placed around your waist. He slows down, pulling himself out and slamming his hips back into you as hard as he can. You remove your mouth from Lo’ak, screaming out and attempting to quickly move up from the pain, but that only adds more fuel to Neteyam’s fire as you hear him laughing.

“Didn’t. I. Fucking. Tell. You. Not. To. Run, hm? Can you not follow directions princess?” You feel a slap to your ass with every word that he speaks, but you knew that if you didn’t take it, there would be worse consequences. “I-I’m sorry Neteyam! It was an accident, I didn’t mean to, I promise!” You screech out, hoping that it would make him give you mercy. “Too late princess. I’m not slacking up, and you’re going to continue to suck his dick. If you stop, it’ll only get worse for you.”

Without warning, he slams back into you, almost seeming as though he reaches your cervix this time. You quickly place your lips back around Lo’ak, knowing that if you didn’t, you would be screaming from the mixture of pain and pleasure all at once. His strokes before were softer, almost as if he was only trying to pleasure you, but this time they seem to only be for pleasuring him.

You can’t lie and say that the simple thought of him using you to pleasure himself wasn’t making you wetter by the second, bringing you closer to your third orgasm of the day. Lo’ak reaches his hand around the back of your head, pushing you all the way down on him as he throws his head back, small grunts falling from his lips. His hips jerk as you gag on him, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes.

You feel him twitching in the back of your throat, signifying that he was close. The rough breaths from both of the brothers making your stomach twist in the best way, you were so close to finishing and you knew that they were too. “Shit! I’m about to cum!” “So am I!” You hear both of the brothers growl, in that moment you decide to perform a movement that Neteyam didn’t expect.

You grind your ass into his hips, sending him over the edge as he digs his fingers into your soft skin, you feel the warm liquid seeping into your womb, feeling you up. As if on cue, Lo’ak releases his cum down your throat, and you drink it up as if it’s the last drink that you’ll have.

Feeling both of them release inside of you pushes your orgasm out of you, your legs shaking as your eyes rolls once again, this time seeming as though they would get stuck. This was the most intense orgasm of the three that you’ve had today. Lo’ak and Neteyam both finally pulls themselves away from you, making you fall flat on your cot as you catch your breath. Your limbs seem to have given out on you, not even being able to pull you up so you could put your cloth back on.

The brothers both laugh as they stare at you laying there, out of breath and tired. They wanted to wear you out and they both knew they had done just that. Lo’ak puts his loincloth back on and so does Neteyam before he finds a piece of your cloth used for cleaning yourself and wiping you clean with it.

They both help you slip your loincloth back on, your legs feel almost numb as you can’t seem to move them so they do the work for you. Neteyam lies down on your cot, laying you on his chest as he rubs his fingers through your soft braids while Lo’ak lies on the opposite side of your cot, a big grin taking over his face.

“You really did amazing, Y/n. You surprised both of us at how well you took us considering this was your first time.” You hear Lo’ak’s voice ringing in your ears, making you confidently smile as you look over to him. “Both of you were fucking awesome. I loved it and it was a lot of fun.” Your gaze goes from Lo’ak to Neteyam as you assure them of how well they both did.

“So that means you enjoyed your first time then, hm?” Neteyam asks you, making you look into his eyes. It feels like a switch just flipped on you as you feel the seat of your loincloth getting drenched once again at the mere thought of what just happened, and how much you want to do it again.

“Enough to do it again right now.” You smirk at both of the brothers, making them look at each other, a tired look in both of their eyes.

They have no idea what they just started, but they’re both in for a long night and you’re just getting started…

A/N: Ok so I literally just got a sudden wave of energy to perfect this and go ahead and post so that’s why I’m literally posting at almost 3 A.M. 😭 but thank you guys for being so patient with me, I just started a new job and it’s literally Monday-Friday so I have been drained! But now that I’m used to the schedule, I can get back to posting every 4-5 days! Anyways, you’ve read enough so I hope you guys enjoyed and thank you guys for the likes, it means so much! 💖

[teecupangel]

Hiiii teecup!! How are you? Hope you're doing great, or ok at least :3c

Alrighty so I've been craving EziDes lately but I'm too busy to do anything and I have too many ideas so here it goes!

Childhood friends to lovers (god I'm such a massive sucker for this trope)

Now, I have a little bit of plot for this one, cuz this idea have been stuck in my head since 2023 🧍

Okok so it starts like usual. Desmond dies, isu bullshit, time travel, and he face plants right into Renaissance Italy. ALSO he got de-aged, maybe into his 6-7 year old self (I want them to meet pretty early in there lives :'3)

He wanders around for a while not really knowing what to do until a grumpy old lady sees him and how pathetic he looks and decides to hire him to work as her butler/caretaker (or something along those lines I don't really know at this point :'D)

And the lady's rich, not like filthy rich but rich enough. She's been living by herself for years and never got married or have any children (which I'm sure is frowned upon back then) and she's really grumpy, like 40 year old guy who just got home from a hard day of work kind of grumpy.

And most people find her very unpleasant and leaves her alone. So it was strange, downright disturbing to see a kid running around her estate doing chores and having conversations with her.

But anyways Desmond starts living with her, but he's plotting and scheming.... To save the Auditores and take care of the isu bs of course :D.

Desmond didnt plan on meeting with Ezio because he didn't want to mess up the timeline more than he already has...... and then Ezio come waltzing into life.

I don't have any clear idea of how the two would meet but it's I imagine it as extra cute :3c

Desmond is mature for his age..... A bit too mature and he's knows things that most children shouldn't,. All in all he's an odd kid.

Like mistress, like caretaker am I right ¯\_( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛)_/¯

Desmond cares about Ezio very much, everyone can see that, and he gets Ezio out of trouble. They're always together, rarely to be seen without the other.

On Desmond's busier days (when he have too many chores to go out) Ezio would come to the lady's estate to chat with him and even help him with some of his chores. He stays out of trouble when Desmond's not with him.... But sometimes he just can't help himself lol.

The lady and Desmond develop a parent child bond and judges people together.

And the rest is up to you because my brain is jelly. (You can name the lady. I don't have any ideas on it LMAO)

(You can also make her an important character or not, I just love her too much to cut her out of the plot)

(SHE ALSO HAD A GIRLFRIEND THAT SHE WANTED TO RUNAWAY WITH BUT SHE DIED AND NOW THAT'S WHY SHE'S GRUMPY ALL THE TIME. Do what you want with this info :3c)

(this turned from an EziDes ask to the lady lore dump, apologies)

I’m doing alright. It’s been a busier month than I expected hahahaha

So, for this one, I’m imagining Desmond’s mistress (as he likes to call her) / adoptive mother to be a collector of sort. Making her a collector of the art seems a bit too easy so we’ll pick something a bit eccentric.

She collects dolls.

Dolls aren’t all that popular during that time and, even when they were, the dolls that is more or less considered ‘acceptable’ are dolls describing the nativity and other religious centered dolls.

But she collects ‘strange’ dolls from foreign lands.

This gives us an excuse for Desmond to speak in other languages, sometimes talking on her behalf to foreign merchants who shows her dolls that she may purchase on a whim.

She knows how to speak some of the languages and it’s not like Desmond knows all the languages as well but she prefers to let Desmond do the talking with merchants she hasn’t dealt with before. (the whole “let’s see if they start talking shit about me because they think I don’t understand them” is a common setup between them)

She and Desmond also like to talk in foreign languages when they want to fuck with other people. They rarely badmouth anyone, talking about the most benign thing while their tone and body language can be misunderstood.

She also only speak in foreign languages when the Auditore boy visits. She calls him ‘Desmond’s boy toy’ or some other equivalent of that and Desmond can’t even tell her that he’s so wrong because then he’d have to explain why he knows that word in the first place.

Their home is filled with dolls of different origin and make. Some are even dolls so old Desmond feels like they should be in a museum in the future.

Ezio doesn’t really like entering their home because he feels like the dolls are watching his every move.

He’s pretty sure that the house is haunted.

Desmond doesn’t help the entire thing because, yeah, he also thinks the house is haunted.

To fuck with Ezio, he tells him that someone died in the house and she still haunts its hallways.

Desmond doesn’t know but someone did die in the house. The lady’s grandfather who used to make wooden dolls for her to play with. That’s where her fascination with dolls started.

She also commissions artists to make her dolls and no one knows where she got her money.

It became normal to see Ezio Auditore with the eccentric old lady’s ward(?)/adopted son(?)/secret grandchild(???) when he’s out for his chores. Ezio Auditore learning how to pick the best vegetables or meat was not something anyone had on their bingo card.

This is a super slow burn kind of deal for EziDes because Ezio started out as thinking of Desmond as his super smart and mature best friend while Desmond started out thinking of Ezio as someone he looks up to and wants to protect.

Really, the old lady is the one who clocked in that yeah, these two are gonna fall in love with one another because that was how her love life started.

Best friends to…

Well…

She just hoped his ending was a happy one.

(If you let me name her, Imma name her Renne and she'll spend most of her time teasing Desmond about his 'nonexistent' love life)

[daughter-of-prospero]

Jonah Rant

Someone on Youtube reminded me that I rage-typed an essay-length tirade about Jonah Magnus and his status as a certified Bastard Man right after the finale. They asked if there was a chance they could see it, which was a good question because did I even still have it? Turns out: Yes! It’s evidently been chilling in Onedrive for ~2 years. So for those who wish, my thoughts regarding that awful little man are below.

Spoilers for The Magnus Archives.

I went into the finale fully ready to not hear from Jonah again. I thought ‘oh, cosmic horror, as important as he thinks he is, he’s inconsequential and John just zaps him with eye lasers or something’. I didn’t want it per se, but I thought it was plausible.

But no. Oh no. Jonah Magnus speaks again, and he hasn’t been around for all of season 5. We heard him on a recording and we heard him chanting in the background and also all distorted in a job interview flashback, but there has been no actual uncompelled words being spoken by Jonah Magnus in real time since 159.

Yes he wrote the incantation but, rather crucially, he did not read it.

I binged TMA right as it got up to the season 4 finale. I got through season 1 in one day, and season 2 the next, and then got through three and four in the days after that. I caught up just in time for 160 to drop.

So I, foolish, naïve baby that I was, had over a year to forget what this character actually sounded like, and just how much of a slimy, insufferable fucker Jonah Magnus is. Was. Bitch.

I’ve gone into this elsewhere so I won’t belabor it but one of the reasons I’m so viscerally miffed by him is because of every human character in this podcast, he is the only one that is never shown sympathetically. I’m not counting Nikola Orsinov, or NotThems, or other manifestations of the Entities. I mean of the human, or avatar-human characters he is the least grey. Morality in this show is complex and tough to think about in my brain and one of the great ways it does this is through having really layered characters with motivations that are, at least a little, understandable. Jude Perry was a violent, sadistic lady...she was also devoted to Agnes and in some ways I think you could argue they were each other’s only links to humanity until what’s-his-name came along. Coffee shop Himbo guy. Peter Lukas is a misanthrope to the max who will send people into a nether realm if they so much as look at him wrong – which is to say, look at him at all. He was also raised to know nothing but loneliness, and pursuing it was kind of the only way he ever got some sort of approval. Which also manifested as more distance.

We get these little nuggets of what brought a villain where they are now, and we certainly don’t have to excuse them, but we have some context. We have some understanding that there is humanity in there, and that understanding makes them all the more unsettling.

Not fuckin’ Jonah.

What do we know about him? He’s a couple centuries old. Great. He found out about the powers, was drawn to the eye, and decided to start body-hopping to cheat death. He’s been doing this for ages. He tried a ritual and it failed. He took his time then, plotting and planning, and being smug, and finally arriving at a hypothesis that had a lot of credence to it. Everything fell into place, he was right, its all or nothing with the entities but the Eye rules because it opened the door (or WHATEVER).

So his big motivator is he doesn’t want to die.

And you know what, this is super understandable. We don’t know what his childhood was like (Jesus, can you imagine him in a little powder wig, climbing a tree to get a high vantage point to spy on people and get blackmail on them?), but fear of death is almost universal.

And of all the billions of people on this planet, I cannot help but notice that we are not thwarting narcissistic necromancers every fifteen minutes. Because the world would have fucking exploded a long, long time ago if we had more Jonahs in it. i.e. the people who would make aggressive selfishness a full-time occupation.

There’s a sort of cocktail of shit that makes him a memorable baddie not the least of which is that he never even attempts to justify his abhorrent actions. He’s not lying to himself, or anyone else, he’s not serving a cult, or a bunch of worms. He’s in it for himself, and if he has to stack the corpses of every living thing on the planet to reach immortality he’ll fucking do it without hesitation. Couple that with his manipulations, his merciless psychological torture, and a low, smooth voice that is always so infuriatingly composed and you have a Hell of a villain.

(I maintain that one of the reasons he’s so effective is that he enunciates so carefully. He doesn’t run words together, or mumble, he never really raises his voice, he is always in control, and everything is a flex right down to the articulation. I feel like we associate crisp, clear speech with formality, presidential addresses, or theater, things like that. Where you know what you are going to say and so the recitation is more confident. We hear this happen in statements, to a certain extent, but there’s still a lot of emotional range. For 199 episodes we never heard Jonah lose this pointed, smarmy tone. People don’t talk so formally in life, or when they’re talking on the podcast. There is something unsettling and intimidating about hearing such clear and confident speech all the time. It sounds like he knows exactly what to say in any situation. It sounds like he is utterly confident in every word that leaves his mouth. It sounds like he’s in a scene and no one else got the script but him. Because that is kinda what’s going on. At the very least, he thinks that’s what’s going on)

When he drops from wherever he’s suspended in the panopticon, he, you know, sort of makes a noise because that’s gotta be jarring. And we for once, for once, for fucking ONCE hear him even vaguely uncertain. And stupido io, I thought he was finally brought low and we might get a tantrum or something.

But no. Jonah Magnus has a lot of lost time to make up for, it’s been 20 eps since he’s been able to serenade everyone with his unique brand of horny arrogance. This motherfucker has exactly a millisecond of confusion and grogginess before “I was having the most...wonderful dream”. You can hear him edging.

And he’s kiiiiind of surprised to see John by himself with a knife, but still, so blasé, so, ‘oh, is that all?’ He’s a liiiiitle regretful to hear it’s over, but immediately heads into waxing rhapsodic about seeing a thousand lifetimes and the rapture of infinite sight and suffering and other Hellraiser shit when John speaks for all of us and tells him to shut up. Yet another reason to respect him.

And John has a lovely little catharsis where he gets to tell this orchestrator of his despair that Jonah has failed because the Things that Jonah is so devoted to will die a slow death. How long has he been waiting to say that, do you think? I mean at this point there’s nothing that could do what he’s probably feeling justice but he says it himself he gets some satisfaction from “knowing that I’ll be leaving these things that you serve trapped and starving in their own private hell.”

And all Jonah has to say is: “That we serve.” To the bitter, bitter end he is determined to just...okay I was gonna say twist the knife but that seems a bit tasteless now...determined to cause even more hurt. He cannot resist, it’s kind of all he knows. He is at the edge of a cliff and taunting the person that’s about to push him off of it.

And if you ever need a posterchild for ‘hubris’ just pull up a sound clip of Jonah Magnus. He tries to play the old ‘alright, playtime’s over,’ card, brushing the dust and what-the-fuck-ever else off his suit and manipulate John again. He has the...not even audacity, he’s looped back around from being semi-omniscient, to being so confident in that omniscience he thinks he knows everything and therefore acts way more stupidly than someone without that surety. He is enough of a dipshit to try and say to John “we both know you don’t have it in you”.

Motherfucker, what have you been doing for this entire season? What have you been doing this entire show? You have purposefully created someone who has withstood the brunt of every entity and come out more or less intact. You purposefully guided him into honing his powers, and put him in a position where he has nothing to lose. Well, Martin, but Jonah can’t do anything about that. Not anymore. Because the one person who can protect Martin is coincidentally the same person who can, will, and reeeeeally wants to Kill Jonah.

“King of a ruined world and I shall never die” my ass. King? Really? You were a placeholder, my dude. The Eye didn’t give a fuck that you were at the top of the panopticon and it didn’t give a fuck when John pulled you out of it. You said it yourself, dipshit. You might have started the archives, but John IS the archives. He is the only person more powerful than Jonah and Jonah, of all people, should know this. Especially considering you could presumably see John cutting through the domains, dishing out biblical vengeance, on a warpath for your tower.

So of course, he decides to antagonize John even more if that is even possible by telling him they both know he can’t do it.

And John fucking punches him and it’s great. Extended sounds of brutal ass whooping, please and thank you.

And then we get one of two lines that sums up Jonah Magnus for me.

“P-please John, I don’t want to die”.

This guy. Who dedicated his several lives to ruling the world and feeding on everyone else’s pain. Who has committed atrocities that numerous to count and too horrible to name. Who is being confronted by the direct target of his machinations and who, I think it’s safe to say, hates him more than anyone or anything else in existence. Has the absolute fucking nerve to go “but I’m scared :(”

When he went ‘I don’t want to die’ I actually said to literally no one because I was alone in my room “HA, Fuck you.”

John puts it a bit more eloquently. “Neither did they”. Beautiful. And then he’s gutted like the repulsive little fish he is.

The second line that sums up this insufferable megalomaniac is a little earlier. It’s casual, neither of them makes a point of it. Maybe because it’s a little redundant. “Empathy only holds you back in the end”.

I don’t want to die, and Empathy only holds you back in the end.

I mean, that’s the thesis statement of the shit-eating essay that is Jonah Magnus.

He’s so far beyond regret, or anything that isn’t 100% self-motivated he cannot perceive that perhaps John will have maybe, I don’t know, changed a bit. Gotten used to horror. Killed. He cannot fathom anything outside the tower as more than a food source. He is so used to seeing people as pawns he dies not actually understanding why John killed him. “Good luck” are his last lines.

First of all, the direction is ‘wetly’ and on the one hand I know what that means, but on the other, I cannot think of a more fitting adjective to end on with this guy.

Second of all, the ambiguity of how sincere he is or isn’t being is enraging, and so classic and I hate him, which is to say fucking excellent job of writing and acting both.

He goes to his grave thinking John’s making a power grab. He cannot conceive of any other reason for John doing what he’s doing. They’re opposite ends of the spectrum. One who can think of no one but himself, and one who will sacrifice himself because he’s thinking of everyone else. You know how matter can’t be created or destroyed? I think guilt might be the same way. And Jonah found a handy receptacle for all the guilt he doesn’t have time for and that receptacle is named Jonathan Sims head Archivist of The Magnus Institute.

What a good villain. What an infuriatingly mellifluous bitch. The thinks he’s King of the World, he thinks he’s going to get such special treatment, he thinks consequences apply to everyone but him, he thinks this is a game he can win when he doesn’t even know what the fuck he’s playing.

As much as he looked at John and went “perfect, an insecure idiot”, the Web looked at him and went “perfect, a pompous ass”. He wanted to live forever, but now he’s dead. And he doesn’t even get to live on in memory. No one knew he was up there. No one remembered Elias, let alone Jonah. You think Georgie, Melanie, Rosie, and Basira are going to tell the world about him? What would be the point?

Congratulations, Jonah. You tried to ensure your immortality and ended up ensuring that you died both literally and figuratively. Before it got yeeted into another dimension The End must have had a fucking Field Day the second his heart stopped beating.

What a bastard. What an unfathomable bastard. Like he really thought this would all work out for him, that he was the most Important Thing in the world when, at best, at best he was a glorified fucking contact lens.

Ass.

[omarera]

So so proud of Omar. I am so happy he is let in to new types of media. SvD and DN are the biggest national morning news papers in Sweden. He has been in evening papers and might be silly but I am glad he is covered in these papers. And now also Hellenius Hörna and Så mycket bättre. Thank You TV4. Now let’s hope national radio stations let his music in as well.

Here are some bits of the interview in SvD. It resembles his Sommarprat and nothing new for us really but a really nice interview with a nice tone in it and it will reach many households in Sweden that still has morning papers…

He talks about where he was a few years ago from the interview and I think it’s beautiful that he opens up about feeling lost, experimenting and on his journey to get to know himself and feel confident being who he is and that he also dares to vocalize his dreams. Remember that Jantelagen is strong in Sweden and vocalizing such big dreams is not usual. His journey continues!! I so want for him to reach his goals��️

They start off with his FO&O and talk a out his bringing and his mom and dad and moving to Sweden.

One thing he hasn’t touched so much on before is how being known so young affected him:

“It was the sickest thing I've ever been through. It was both a kick and very scary to break through, especially when you were alone in town or going home on the bus. I was up in Stockholm and felt very watched. It was an emotional rollercoaster.”

He takes a deep breath.

“Every single person my age has known about me since I was 14 years old. It has been very intense and probably affected me in different ways. I've probably become more shy and stick mostly to my friends that I've had for many years.”

(We know he always pick stay home and that he is very close to his friends and has a circle of friends he feels safe with. And then about after FO&O)

“I released a few singles, but then the pandemic came and everything was put on hold. That's when it started.

Omar Rudberg puts one hand in his baggy leather jacket pocket and looks out through the Connection Hall in the Slaughterhouse area, where we met on a cool autumn afternoon.

“I was incredibly lost. Both in my professional role and in myself. I had no idea who I was or what I was going to be, what I liked and didn't like.

He set out on an experimental journey.

- I tried to find myself and started hanging out very intensively with friends. We hung out every day and became almost like a collective. It was incredibly fun and above all nice to see people who were in different ways.”

(I also liked this part where he talks about his creativity: )

“In the new homeland, the song and dance continued to be palpable, as did Omar's wild imagination. By the age of eight, it was so intense that his parents took him to a child psychologist.

- What they reacted to was that I didn't need toys. I could just enter another world, be chased by dinosaurs or have the worst action movie in my head. But I wasn't crazy, the child psychologist noted, just a child.

The creativity and musical gift can be traced to the grandmother and the mother. Early on, the latter ensured that Omar participated in talent competitions, often with success.

(And then more in creativity and using it to find yourself)

- My friends and I started trying different types of clothes. We played music and got dressed up. Some tried to put on makeup and nail polish. I really experimented. Those who are not in the know immediately think that a guy who wears make-up is gay or transgender - that bothers me. Make-up should not have to have an orientation, it should be for everyone. Now I wear black eyeliner when I feel like it without being ashamed.

Playing with the outside became a way to find home more in one's inner self, and the fact that Omar was named Best Dressed Man of the Year by the magazine Café this spring is something of a receipt for that.

- I have realized that I have to feel comfortable, stable and free with who I am if I am to be able to move forward in life. Clothes clearly play a role in that. They can also help me get into a certain character more easily.

(There is more text in YR and Karusell but he gets back to: )

“Although it is as an actor Omar has become known in recent years, it is the music he wants to focus on the most in the future. A few days ago, the new single Off my mind was released and tonight is the premiere of this year's So much better on TV4, where Omar is one of the participants.

Perhaps the participation will also be revenge for Omar as a solo artist.

- Yes, I hope people are reminded that I'm actually a singer at heart, it's music that I love the most. I'm looking forward to releasing an album eventually and especially to playing live.

A decade has passed since Omar Rudberg first broke through, when I ask what he thinks life will look like in another ten years, he first laughs at the thought of being 35. Then comes the answer:

- I want to have done the sickest gigs, have had several hits and be out on a world tour. I want to be in a Latin American TV series or movie and for my own company to be worth an incredible amount of money. I will not buy a Lamborghini, but a nice apartment for my mother so that she can be free as a bird. I want to give back everything I got from her.

He runs his hand through his slightly wavy hair and walks over to the mirror to get ready for the photo shoot.

- I would never have dared to have it this way a few years ago. Thankfully, I am much more confident in myself now.

You're not as lost anymore?

- No, I have grown a lot in recent years and now I feel stable enough to take myself forward in life. But I'm probably not quite there yet, the journey continues …

Translated bits from: Elin Liljero Eriksson - 23 oktober 2023 SvD Magazine.

[voidandabyssal]

Mmkay im gonna talk a little on lusttale.

Now Im not gonna lie, I know very little about the original lusttale, only that there was a lot of controversy around it; supposedly because it glorified sexual assault and sexualised children? I don’t know how true that is tho, so take it with a grain of salt.

But it’s an interesting au anyways, so I’m gonna have my own take on it!

Chara and Asriels death was the start of a slow decline for Monsters. Everyone fell into a dark depression, hope was lost; and though eventually people moved on from their lost heirs, things changed.

Fertility rates dropped shockingly low. Children were becoming increasingly rare. Extinction was becoming a very real threat for Monster kind.

King Asgore ordered the royal scientist to find a fix for this issue.

The lust serum was created. Not that thats what they called it at first, thats just the popular nickname the inhabitants started to call it.

Toriel is one of the few monsters not to have taken the serum. Instead she, and a few dozen other adult Monsters decided to start residing in the ruins. There isn’t as much tension between herself and asgore. He was more then happy to let toriel live there if she pleased (its not like their marriage was thriving anyways).

Though he was saddened at the thought of never having another child like Asriel again.

When Monster children are born, they may spend a few months to a few years with their birth parents before being sent to the ruins

There, they are communally raised alongside all the other children by Toriel and her Keepers. Once they reach the age of majority, they’re given a choice.

Either take the serum, and thus be able to leave the ruins and enter into Monster society with all the freedoms of an adult,

Or stay in the ruins. They would join Toriels Keepers and would help raise the children of the underground. In this case they wouldnt take the serum. They’d be the caretakers of all the little children.

Monsters primarily focus on the lust aspect of a relationship nowadays. A wedding hasn’t happened in a very long time

Most relationships are either casual or very short lived. Some Monsters aren’t even sure love is something they can feel anymore,

How could they when lust is all they’ve known?

Passion (LT papyrus) is a pretty flamboyant guy. His dream is to work for the royal guard and he has a huge soft spot for anything (or anyone) cute looking.

Passions also a hopeless romantic, he’s daydreamed about his one true love since he was a babybones. Which frequently leads to him excitedly jumping into new relationships and then getting heart broken only weeks or months later when he realised they aren’t actually who he imagined they were and breaks up with them.

Him and Undyne have been besties since childhood, Dior jokes that they must’ve had the same mother with how close they are.

Passion worries for Dior, he’s his brother and he can see how depressed Dior gets. Passions not blind, he knows his brother well enough to see through that facade.

Dior (LT sans) is a hard working man. He works at Grillbys as a sex worker. Grillby allows him and his brother to eat and drink there for free so long as Dior keeps bringing in customers.

He’s worked there since he left the ruins. Him and Grillby are pretty close friends. Probably the only person aside from Passion he actually likes.

Diors a real fashionista, he loves designer clothes, shoes and perfumes. Nothing makes him more powerful then a good looking dress and powerful set of high heels.

Very pessimistic man under all those smiles though. He thinks Passion is naive. Love doesn’t exist! Thats something for fairytales and babybones!

he’s worked long enough to know that everyone is just looking for an easy way to relieve stress. ‘Love’ is just some fancy dressed up word for lust!

[versegm]

What they don’t tell you about Chaldea is that once you get past the most obvious of bullshits (the literal apocalypse, whatever was happening during Christmas, the fucking Gudagudas,) you still end up with a large amount of very small bullshits that make absolutely no sense.

Case in point:

There is beer in the fridge.

Why is there beer in the fridge.

Goredolf’s first thought, is, naturally, that one of the servants must have made some. They’ve got so many servants here; it’s not that far-fetched to imagine that one of them might be into brewing their own stuff. He’s heard of at least one who makes her own wine (and has been throughoutly warned to never drink any of it.)

He picks up a bottle and examines it closer. The side of it reads Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster – guaranteed to get drunk even those with debuff immunity! There’s a pictogram of a skull with an ahoge beneath it.

Okay. So. This was, presumably, picked up in a store. This explains how it found its way here, except for one tiny little detail:

What fucking store the whole world was bleached???

And no, don’t bring up any of the other food they eat in Novum Chaldea. These are direct contributions from Beni-Enma (bless her heart; she may be indirectly responsible for one of the most stressful weeks of Goredolf’s life, but she’s also one of the most reasonable and normal servants around. Goredolf will take strong cooking opinions over whatever is going on with the knights of the Round Table any day of the week.)

Clearly, there is Servant Shenanigans afoot.

He could search for the owner of this bottle. They shouldn’t be drinking on duty anyways. And if they have access to intergalactic stores, they could bring back more than just beer. It would be in everyone’s best interests to identify them.

On the other hand: Servant Shenanigans. Goredolf prides himself in being a wise man (lies; he singlehandedly got Chaldea exterminated. He is a fool and an idiot and it’s a miracle that the crew hasn’t realized his uselessness already-) and that means acknowledging that anything servant-related is widely out of his depth. There is strength in withdrawing too. Yes; whatever this is can be dealt with by someone-

“If you leave the fridge open like this we’ll have a hell of a bill to pay.”

The sudden voice startles Goredolf in a calm, dignified way.

“Wow, you’re jumpy. No need to squeak, I’m not here to hurt you.” (For the record, it was not a squeak, it was a perfectly respectable and regular noise.) “Lemme just grab this.” A hand reaches out to take the beer off his palms, and-

Uh.

Goredolf. Isn’t really sure what he’s looking at?

The servant is a woman in a swimsuit. A pretty one, even, (not that it’s relevant) whose blue scarf and tight suit really emphasize her- (we said this is not relevant.) She’s also wearing,

Uh

High boots?

And a helmet?

A strange and complex set of armor over her arms and legs.

Wait, no. Upon closer inspections, these seem closer to some sort of robotic suit.

This is. Certainly a confusing outfit.

Ignorant (or uncaring) of Goredolf’s plight, the servant tears off the bottlecap and takes a swing at the beer. “Now that hits the spot.” She sighs, pleased.

“… Aren’t you a cop?” Goredolf asks, and yes, he’s aware this is a stupid question, but give him a break, how is he even supposed to react here. He’s not even sure she’s a cop. He’s read the servant files ages ago and this particular one was absolutely incomprehensible.

“Not since you guys hired me I’m not.” She takes another swing, eyeing Goredolf with a pleased expression. “Besides, the casters can debuff cleanse me if an emergency comes up, it’s fine.”

This doesn’t really sound fine, but again, servant shenanigans, not his lane. Goredolf has no claims speaking up when he believes to know better (for instance, when the Master goes off to do something stupidly dangerous and reckless again for the love of god why is no one alarmed by their blatant desensitization to danger this is not normal this is not healthy what the fuck) but for things like this he supposes he should leave it to those heroes of- holy shit her armor just vanished.

A blue jacket materializes over the servant’s shoulders, hiding a grand total of 2% of her skin. The sight strikes him dumb for a couple seconds.

“And you are?” She’s leaning on the counter as she asks, which is not helping Goredolf focus. Come on boy, what are you, some horny teenager?? You see half-naked heroes at the cafeteria every day! Get a grip!!

“Ah, have you not heard of me? I’m Goredolf Musik, Chaldea’s Director! I’m responsible for every major operation here.” He replies, puffing up his chest. And then, because some unfortunate altercations with the Celtic heroes made him realize that was a very vague title to most servants: “I also make desserts on my free time.”

The woman perks up at that second part, which, ouch. It’s good to be known for something. He supposes. “Oh! You’re the pastry guy? These are soo good, I’ve heard the others mention a new chief on the staff, I didn’t know that was you.”

The compliment is a balm on his bruised ego at least. “Well, yes. Not to brag, but I believe my croissants rival most bakeries.”

The woman nods eagerly. Oh, sweet sweet validation. Then, for some reason, she steps closer to him. “You know, Director, I have a favor to ask.”

Flattery would never work on Goredolf (but it did, it did, this fox got him good-) flattery would never work on Goredolf, but it would be rude to not at least hear her out, especially when she calls him by his proper title. “What kind?”

“Well, the Master has been bringing me to battle a lot recently. I’m the go-to when it comes to dealing with berserkers, you understand.” She sighs, putting her beer on the counter. “It’s exhausting. The mana we get from Chaldea is enough to fight, but I was wondering… is there any way for me to get a little extra?”

That seems like a reasonable request. Not one Goredolf thinks he can fulfil, though. “I’ll ask my technical advisors about it. I’m sure something can be done-”

Slender fingers cup his chin. They’re warm, Goredolf registers dimly, train of thought utterly forgotten. Like burning stars. Like an echo of summer.

“I was thinking of something else.” The servants says with a smile.

…

“Oh.”

[aeoki]

Toyland - Prologue 1

Location: 1-B Classroom Characters: Touri & Yuuta Season: Autumn Writer: Yoshino Yuuki

Yuuta: Christmas is~ just a few~ more night’s away~♪

Touri: You’re making way too much of a fuss, commoner~ You say Christmas but it’s only been a few days since “Halloween Party” ended.

Commoners sure are a bunch of sad people, seeing how they don’t have a lot of ways to have fun and the fact that they’re being swayed left and right every time there’s an event~ 

Yuuta: Ahaha, you’re not very honest, huh, Hime-kun. I can’t imagine a kid like you not being excited for Christmas.

If you’re not a good boy, then Santa won’t visit your house, you know~

Touri: Don’t call me a kid. You’re the one who’s younger~ Anyway, getting excited for Christmas isn’t a privilege that only the commoners get.

You don’t have to tell me to be a good boy because I’m already one.

Santa’s gonna come to my house and I’ll ask him to make my wish come true~ Ehehe ♪

Yuuta: Ohh~... Hime-kun, you still believe in Santa at this age?

Touri: ……? What’re you talking about? Santa lives overseas and he’ll come into your house through the chimney if you’re a good kid, right?

Every year, I tie a huge stocking to the pillar of my bed and inside that stocking is a piece of paper with my wish on it.

And Santa personally gives me exactly what I want. Isn’t that great~? ♪

Yuuta: Yeah. Don’t ever change, Hime-kun.

Touri: Uuu~! Why’re you patting my head with a bright smile on your face? I know you’re my friend but you’re being way too casual!

I thought you were more gentle compared to Hinata, but the more I talk to you, the more I feel I’m just talking to him instead~!

Yuuta: I think it’s because it’s you, Hime-kun. I can’t help but wanna tease you all the time~

Maybe it’s something leftover from our “Circus” training.

Touri: Uuu, don’t make me remember. It’s a lot of fun talking to you two, but I don’t want any more training!

I really won’t be able to get married at this point~!

Yuuta: Ahaha, looks like that training was pretty traumatic for you, huh~

But you still became friends with me and Aniki despite that, so I guess you’re pretty strange? No, I guess you’re a nice person, Hime-kun ♪

Touri: No, that would be you two, right~? You’ll probably get something nice too out of your relationship with me.

But I don’t think you two are friends with me to gain something from our relationship…

People who ignore those sorts of advantages and disadvantages are what people call “friends”, right? That’s why I thought it would be fine for me to add you to that list.

Yuuta: I see. There, there…♪

Touri: I just told you not to pat me like that! Oh, geez, do I have to train a bad dog who doesn’t listen to what others say~?

Yuuta: Training a bad dog…? Actually, I learnt how to train animals from Aniki, so I can train you instead. Heheh ♪

Touri: Don’t say something so scary like you’re proud of it! Uuu~... I’m joking so don’t actually be serious about it!

Yuuta: Don’t cry, Hime-kun~ I’m sorry for saying something so scary this early in the day, okay?

Actually, did you always come to school this early?

I’m on classroom duty today so I came to school early to open the classroom up, but you still had time to come a bit later, right?

Tsukasa-kun usually arrives pretty early but even he hasn’t come yet.

Touri: Ugh, don’t mention that awful name… Me and him can never ever see eye to eye with each other. I really hate him.

Yuuta: You guys argue whenever you see each other, huh.

I think you guys could be pretty good friends if you two just talked things out, though~ But I shouldn’t be poking my nose into other people’s business.

I’m sure you’ve got your own opinions about things and Tsukasa-kun has his own too.

Touri: You’re pretty good at understanding people. Do you tend to take a step back because your older brother has that personality of his? Well, I guess it’s way better than a certain enthusiastic someone.

Next Chapter →

[anewkindofme]

Your gremlin theorist has returned with more weird questions. It genuinely makes me so happy when you reply to my dumb questions, it always brightens my mood, so I thank you for that :)

My weird question is- what would happen if IRH, M2D and FASFTS Stefan’s met? Because while IRH and M2D are from the same branch, FASFTS is completely different. IRH Stefan still has Damon as his “Big Brother”, No Enzo, hasn’t fully accepted his little space and is still getting adjusted to stuff. M2D Stefan accepted his little space, Calls Damon ‘Dad’ and has Enzo (Papa). FASFTS Stefan is human, from a more modern AU, has a vampire older brother (who is much older than Stefan than other versions of Damon’s and Stefan’s), still has Lily alive and obviously- isn’t a little.

They all have such different personalities is almost interesting. I imagine M2D and IRH Stefan’s would get along better since their from the same branch, I can see IRH Stef questioning him and M2D wondering why his life is still a mess (it kinda is compared to m2d) while FASFTS Stef is just in the corner staring at this vampire version of himself (who may be older depending on what age he is-) who live in a world where vampire are knows and are also age regresses? My dude is either impressed or traumatized-

Oh god imagine the Damon’s meeting?- M2D Damon would definitely have something to say to IRH Damon but can also understand his still working on things? And FASFTS Damon would just wish to be them because then he’d have a Stefan who is always young and clings to him.

Again- random question that will probably keep me up thinking now-. Again you answering this dumb questions always makes my day, the fact that you take a moment from your time to do those makes me smile. I sent you virtual hugs and thanks

Ohhhh, I love this question so much.

IRH!Stefan would be mistified at how comfortable M2D!Stefan is with being a baby. He wishes he could be that carefree, but M2D!Stefan would assure him that he used to be the same way. It just takes time.

Meanwhile, lil human Stefan (picturing him 12) would just be like "So wait...you guys are teenagers...but you're also still little kids..." I think he'd be both a little horrified by the idea of never truly growing up while also a little jealous that they still get to be little kids and tended to, no matter what. (Despite the fact that Damon will always view him as a little boy and treat him as such)

IRH!Damon and FASFTS!Damon are the most alike in terms of still sorting out their anger and putting revenge second to caring for their brother. M2D!Damon would be sympathetic but also ream them out for putting their chances at raising their brothers at risk. And M2D!Denzo would probably lock FASFTS!Denzo in a room until they agreed to get married and settle down, because really they're being dumb.

FASFTS!Damon would stare at M2D & IRH! Stefans for hours, seeing just what his baby brother will look like when he's a teenager. Feeling both bittersweet and proud.

IRH & M2D!Damons would absolutely melt at the chance to see and interact with a younger version of Stefan. They'd just want to cuddle him and pinch his cheeks and not let go. He'd definitely be carried around the entire time. If IRH & M2D!Stefans are toddlers, he'd truly be the baby. The other Stefans would feel a little jealous but they'd also have the other Damon fussing over them.

One of the biggest things to emerge would definitely be IRH!Stefan realizing that IRH!Damon doesn't have a partner like the other two. He's raising Stefan alone. Damon is okay with that as he's not ready for a relationship. But I think it'd finally make Stefan realize that if the other two can be in a relationship and still love the other versions of himself...maybe one day he'll be okay if Damon met Enzo in their timeline.

This was such a fun question and not dumb at all! Please always feel free to ask me for headcanons and what have you. I appreciate how much you love my verses. <3

[livlepretre]

I love Bekelena and it’s a damn shame it never happened in the show. I have to be honest with you, I’m not a big fan of the TVD series. I only enjoyed the first 2 seasons. I actually like the books better, although some people may want to fight me on that😅.

My analysis:

Prior to chapter 63, after the way Rebekah has been treating Elena, she should just dump her and move on. But it’s not as simple as that. Elena loves Rebekah and will be forever grateful to her for sticking up for her at the manor and bringing her back into the outside world. And she went 3 years without love, affection, and attention. So when she falls in love with Rebekah, she gets all those things but it doesn’t come without a price. Elena doesn’t want to be a vampire but Rebekah wants her to become one so they can be together forever. So her not agreeing to that is basically her saying “I don’t want to be with you forever” and we all know that when Rebekah gets hurt or angry, it’s never a positive thing, especially for the one she loves. So like the typical undead teenager she is, she lashes out in hurtful ways by doing (well we don’t know for sure do we😉) thing that would force Elena to doubt her relationship. And that’s the last thing she wants, since it’s practically all she has left. It’s a very cruel thing to do since she knows how it makes Elena feel. Well Elena couldn’t leave but she could call it quits with Rebekah. But even though she should since she hasn’t been treating her right, she doesn’t actually want to because she said it herself in chapter 63, she won’t give up the only love she has. And in chapter 50 when Elena and Klaus were on the rooftop and he basically told her she’s not as beautiful as she used to be which we all know was just Klaus being horrible and malicious. I believe that she may have internalized that since she is 3 years older than the last time she saw him while he hasn’t aged a day. And she even said to Elijah that she knows her face isn’t what it was. Obviously, Elena can have anyone she wants but she doesn’t feel like she can because she thinks she lost her magic looks. Also I just have to say Klaus is a fucking moron, how can you tell her she’s not as beautiful as she used to be, but you’ll make out with her TWICE??!! Seriously dude grow the fuck up. 🙄 So even if Rebekah did cheat on her with Stefan (which would be a really fucked up thing to do since this is the girl you claim to love), I don’t believe Elena would automatically say “ok we’re done”. She would be angry obviously and maybe she would break up with her (and that would be really awkward since they live together), she wouldn’t want to give up what could be her only chance at true happiness even if it hurts which it shouldn’t. I can imagine her saying “Well, I made out with your brother so we’re even.” Rebekah has been in a sexual relationship with her brother for who knows how long and she fell in love with a guy only to have to share him with said brother. She probably doesn’t really know what cheating really means. Even though she kind of experienced it when Stefan kissed Elena twice at the manor they were all living at first. She knows that it hurts and it makes a person angry. Elena is most likely her only stable romantic relationship. And she’s doing a pretty good job of wrecking it all over the fact that Elena doesn’t want to do what she wants. And you said in a post that weeks have passed since chapter 63, so that little drama queen Klaus kept them apart for weeks. He knows the damage that Elena’s isolation did to her and yet he’s still twisting the knife!

This story depresses me, angers me, saddens me, puzzles me, and kills me.

BREATHTAKING

YOU ARE A GOD

Absolutely unreal how dead on this analysis is.

I'm actually extremely emotional that you put the time in to analyze this fic like this and then to write it all out for me 💖💖💖💖💖💖 thank you for sharing, this is like a perfect thesis on exactly what is up with Elena and Rebekah

[imitation-steamroller]

Rating More AEG Redesigns

Did one last year, might as well do another this year.

Initially, I wasn’t into how big they were compared to Thomas, but it’s kinda grown on me. It reminds me of how the narrow gauge coaches were taller than the engines. And I like how they both have slightly different face designs. Don’t know if you can see it too well, but Annie has brown eyes, while Clarabel has gray eyes and freckles. Solid 8/10.

That sure is a grandpa right there, I’ll tell you what. I I feel like whenever Hiro visits the island, all of the little engines gather around to hear his stories. I would too, ngl. I feel like if the engines could eat, Hiro would totally slip them some extra candy when no one is looking. 10/10

Edward, honey, what happened to you? Why is he so big? Why does he have extra wheels? Edward’s wheel config was my favorite part of his design, why change it?

All that aside, he exudes just as much grandad enerdy as Hiro. He looks like the kind of grandpa who’ll listen to whatever his grandkids have to say, even if it’s something silly like a cool rock Kana found. 5/10.

Ashima was a bit of a surprise. I figured she would be another kid if she was introduced, but no? She’s apparently a teenager? That’s what I heard on Twitter at least. Maybe a young adult? Either way, I get why she isn’t a kid. Trying to squeeze all those colors on an engine Thomas’ size sounds like a nightmare.

If Hiro and Edward are the grandpas, Ashima is the cool older sister. The kids probably look up to her and have probably tried to act older around her at least once, but she 100% joins in on their little games and shows them the silly things she did when she was their age. 9/10

She’s so big. Why? Like, imagine if you had a model train layout and you asked your friend if they wanted to put their engines on it. But instead of bringing an HO/OO engine like you expected, they bring a massive G scale Stirling Single. That’s Emily. And that coach of hers is even bigger.

Emily doesn’t speak much in AEG (Like, I’m pretty sure the end of the second movie is the most she’s spoken throughout the series so far) and I’m gonna pretend that it’s because she keeps to herself a lot. She can talk to the kids or hold a conversation just fine, but she isn’t usually the one to initiate it. 7/10

Ooh, this one feels weird. Okay, so Henry’s character model is clearly just Gordon’s with a little tweaking, but I don’t hate it? He’s like if Henry wasn’t completely rebuilt into a black five. And the brass dome is kind of a look? It kind of reminds me of the copper chimney cap he had in Tank Engine Thomas Again. 5/10

That is not a character who should be smiling /hj. I guess since the show already had Cranky, they couldn’t have another grumpy character? I don’t know. I feel like this Bulstrode hasn’t gone through whatever made the original one the bad tempered barge we all know and love. This guy is just out there enjoying his days out at sea. 8/10

[lazyartist-dubu]

I had a head cannon pop up in my head when I thought about what majors each of the rise turtles would have taken. (I may make a fanfic about these probably popular head cannons)

So in Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, we all know the purple dragons episode where we see Donnie sneak into April’s school to help her out right? It’s clear he has done this multiple times but another thing that abundantly clear is that he wants to attend school.

In another episode called the “Mutant Menace”, the turtles make a plan to do good deeds so the people of New York doesn’t think they’re mutant menaces (hence the episode title). Donnie says something along the lines of “this will look great on my college application!” While he agreed on the plan.

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Now for my head cannon(s)!

I feel like Donnie applied to multiple online schools and completed them but he always felt unsatisfied as he graduated for like the third time (or something I’m not sure-). He probably tried to apply to an in person highschool before Splinter or Raph stopped him. Also I can imagine that when April would come to him and get things off her chest to him about school work and stress of it all, but Donnie can’t help but think how lucky she is that she’s able to go to the dang building and learn. With. Other. People!

Mikey, not the exact same but he probably thought about how it would be if he could go to a culinary and arts school, being able to draw or learn new ways to cook alongside others his age. However he doesn’t let the thought of him most likely never being able to achieve his goal/dream and instead tries to be grateful of what he has and in a positive way daydreams sometimes when he draws or cooks of what the school life would be like. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to go to school just for the electives

For Raph I feel like he hasn’t thought much about going to school but he definitely will listen to April talk about school to him. And then he’d listen to April talk about how everyone is joining clubs while she’s still deciding and then his mind would wander to the football club or wrestling club (which he would immediately become a MVP of some sort at) but he’d quickly wave away those thoughts. He thinks to himself that he’s already a bit too old for highschool anyways (since he’s 18 by the movie), he tries not to dwell on not being able to go to school.

and last but not least! Leo! Now Leo shows no interest in school, from the way April explains it, it’s boring as hell and a waste of time. And what if he only briefly listens to Donnie talk about how much he wants to go to school and learn, then Leo changes the topic or just flat out leave. He definitely doesn’t let his gaze linger on teens, form the rooftops, conversing with each other and going out after school. He has his brothers and family (including April) he doesn’t need other people to talk to his age, to shoot hoops with, to say his hilarious one-liners to. His family to enough.

One last thing

I feel like Splinter or April (most likely April reminded that the boys would some what benefit from some kind of school educational learning) made the boys take an online school course, maybe when the brothers would have been around middle schoolers ages going into Highschool. Donnie definitely finished first, then Raph, Leo, then Mikey.

The reason why I made the order like this is because, Donnie for first wants to learn so he loved that Splinter was making them do this, so out of sheer excitement he probably would have finished it way to early for his liking. Raph finished second because he has this sense of responsibility and he is willing to finish tasks at hand even if it is terribly tedious. Leo has the same reason as Raph but the thing is, he probably hated the online school thing so much he just “forgot” about it until Raph and splinter got on to Leo and made him finish the course and Leo did, pretty fast at that actually. And Mikey… he’s just a silly guy who probably genuinely forgot about it and/or got distracted by his passions :) and he got help from April most likely to help him finish.

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I let this sit for a few hours and I re-read this and I feel like some of the points I made for the brothers are a bit off-character. However I just needed to get this idea off my chest, I really want to create a fan comic and maybe this idea will become one I’m not sure 😅

I mean it would be an amazing way to practice drawing these turtles and just comics in general 🤭

[returntosaturn271995]

Wednesday, October 26th: the interim

I can already tell it’s going to be hard for me to get to sleep tonight. This is the first full day since meeting Matt that he hasn’t texted me, although we are seeing each other for drinks tomorrow at Stoke’s DJ thing. 

I’m full blown losing it. 

I told my mom, I told Jenna, my sister texted me because my mom can’t keep a secret, I told Emily, and I told Hannah.

I literally can’t control myself when I have a crush. If I’m not talking to him, I have to talk to somebody. And this one day sans communication after he was crazy good about following up before feels like the beginning of a ghost story I’ve heard many times before. 

And just in time for Halloween. 

Ugh what if I never get to use the face wipes he bought me because he decides he needs a girl who is better at hiking? What if he’s just looking for a fling but he only know how to act like a boyfriend? Maybe he just said all the emotional stuff because he was drunk and trying to get laid? What if he cancels tomorrow? Or what if we go and it’s not amazing so he doesn’t come to the pregame on Friday? What if he comes but he thinks my friends are lame because low key they are? 

I’m counting down the hours and all I want is reassurance. I keep imagining that my phone is buzzing. I’ve smoked a CBD joint. I’ve set up eyebrow and hair appointments tomorrow. 

I’ve done everything a girl can be expected to do. Now I just wait. For influencers to go live on the Reebok campaign I’m coordinating. To look my best. For him to tell me I’m sharp and beautiful again. 

Fuck what if he’s on a date? What if he’s on hinge and went on a date? What if he’s one of those guys that just wants a gf, but I’m not quite there. 

I haven’t been there for anyone I’ve really liked in a long time and he’s the dude I’ve been the most in to. 

I’m not losing it. I’ve lost it.

But fuck it, I KNOW I’ll be okay. I just wish I knew when to throw in the towel. 

In the meantime. I’ll wait. I’m excited and afraid and dreading it and wishing for it. I’ve worked really fucking hard on myself and 27 is a special age. So who knows? Ugh. Fuck.

[ihatebnha]

nooo actual buzzcut 😌 but honestly bakugo with any other hair I'd give him some pwuss

okay let’s just admit it, bakugo is getting kitty no matter what he looks like. love u and goodnight LOL.

[hellfirexhoe]

at the lakehouse | eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: the gang spends a few nights at the Harrington’s lakehouse, chaos ensues

4.5K words

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, reader is same age as eddie, swearing, drug use (weed), strip poker, me not knowing how poker works, bad writing, mutual pining, friends to lovers, wax play, knife play, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), risky sex, unprotected sex (make good choices), creampie, jonathon probably outside taking pictures idk i forgot he existed

Searching through the Harrington’s kitchen drawers with Eddie in the pitch black was not how either of you guys imagined spending the first week of your summer, but the offer of a secluded lake house with a hot tub was pretty hard to turn down. Steve had however not been able to predict that the night you guys would arrive would be the same night of a massive blackout.

“Anything?” You speak into the darkness and you slam another useless drawer shut,

“Uh-uh,” Eddie opens another cupboard, “How do they not even have torches?”

You shrug, you open another drawer, and in the darkness you can just make out the thin white tapers of a few candles,

“Gotcha!” You spin around grasping the candles in one hand while your other hand goes into Eddie’s pocket where he keeps his lighter,

“Hey! Just because the lights are out doesn’t mean I don’t know that’s you groping me, princess!” You roll your eyes at him while you light up the candles, Eddie watches as your face becomes illuminated, taking in your lips, cheekbones, thick lashes that frame your eyes, the eyes that suddenly meet his,

“uh, everything okay there Eddie?” He coughs to clear his throat and drops his gaze to the floor,

“Mhm- yep totally fine,” You shrug it off and carefully walk your candles back to the coffee table as Robin and Nancy come downstairs, clutching much larger candles, Robin has a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she speaks,

“Guess where we found these!”

“Robin, don’t. I don’t want to think about it anymore.” Nancy groans

“No fucking way. Parental Harrington’s bedroom?” You laugh as Nancy gives a pained nod,

“It could be innocent, but they were right on the night stands.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of candlelight to set the mood.” You all look over at Eddie who hasn’t looked up from the joint he’s rolling,

“And what would you know about setting the mood?” You grinned as you teased him, you guys discussed everything, including sex. Eddie’s lack of input in these discussions had lead the group to believe he had no experience in that department, but no one had wanted to embarrass him by making him confirm it.

Eddie opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Steve appearing from the garage,

“Oh nice, where did you guys find those candles?” Steve gestured to the candles still in Robin’s hands, causing all four of you to start snickering at him. Eddie takes that as his cue to head out to the deck and smoke, you follow, as fun as it would be to watch Steve’s horror at the candle revelation, it would be more fun to get high with Eddie.

“So what was that about setting the mood?” You ask as you take a drag, trying not to leave lipstick on the joint, and as always, failing miserably.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Eddie wiggles his brows at you as he takes the joint from you. You don’t want to pry, he’s your friend and if he doesn’t want to share this information then you can’t force him, so you settle for smoking and trying to ignore the pit of jealousy that has formed at the thought of Eddie with anyone other than you.

You’re both lightly buzzed by the time you return to the living room, flopping down on the beanbag next to Eddie,

“So I’m guessing movies are out of the question?” Robin gestures to the tv,

“Unless you can pull a generator out of your ass, then yes Robin, movies are out of the question. We’ve got board games somewhere around here.” Steve moves up from the sofa and begins to rummage in a cabinet, you hop up to help and Steve smiles at you gratefully,

“Since you’re the only one to help, what do you think?” You scan the cupboard and spot a small deck of cards, a devilish smile forms on your lips “Oh I don’t think you’re going to like my suggestion Steve.” You grab the deck and hold it up to the group flopped on the sofa and bean bags,

“Strip poker anyone?”

“I’m in.” Eddie speaks before Robin and Nancy have even registered what you’ve said. Perv. You think as you look over to your friends, Robin shrugs,

“Alright, no full nudity and no orgies though guys.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You tease but nod at her, “Nance? Steve?”

Steve is watching Nancy with an indecipherable expression, when she agrees she is staring at him, as if they’re having a silent conversation.

“Harrington! You in or out? Nancy’s already seen what you’re working with, why don’t you enlighten the rest of us?” Eddie throws some popcorn at Steve’s face,

“Yeah fine,” Steve settles between you and Nancy, taking the deck from your hands to shuffle.

Eddie is the first to lose an item of clothing, so he takes his jacket off, earning boos from you and Robin,

“Patience ladies, please.” He raises a hand comically. More hands are dealt until you are somehow wearing the most clothes, sitting in a bra and skirt, while everyone else is in their underwear.

“Right I think we’re all suitably uncomfortable now. Y/n wins!” Nancy gestures to you with flourish while you take a bow, trying not to spill out of your bra. “Next game?” Nancy starts shrugging her clothes back on, everyone quickly follows suit, not wanting to be the odd one out who’s happy to sit in their underwear with their friends, you cast a quick look over to Eddie while he’s pulling his shirt back on, slightly disappointed.

“Twister?” Robin jokes, “We’ve seen the goods, now we feel the goods?” This earns a groan from the group,

“Absolutely not,” You all speak in unison,

“Fine, lets play never have I ever,” Robin smiles over at Steve “I’m sure you can find some alcohol somewhere around here.” Steve hops up to his feet and disappears into the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of vodka and some beers tucked under his arm.

“Ground rules, if you need to puke, either run out to the lake or to the bathroom. I am not cleaning up after lightweights.” Steve pulls out the authoritative mother hen voice you’ve heard him use with his little nuggets many times. You grab a shot glass and level it, waiting for everyone else to get ready.

“Right, who’s first?” Nancy looks around the circle you guys have formed around the coffee table,

“I’ll go. Never have I ever had sex in a public place.” Steve and Nancy’s drinks don’t move from the table as he speaks, but you, Eddie and Robin all take your drinks and stare at each other in stunned silence as you set your drinks down,

“Robin? Care to elaborate?” Robin shakes her head, scrunching her face at the vodka burning her throat, “Nope, that’s not part of the game princess, but I’ll share if you will.” You shake your head,

“I’ll plead the 5th” Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Eddie’s ringed fingers tightening over his can, reflecting candlelight. His jaw is tensed until he notices you looking at him and immediately he resets his body into neutral. You wonder if he had lied and was nervous that he’d be caught.

“Ohhhhhh me next! I’ve got a good one!” Robin starts clapping her hands excitedly as she stares you dead in your face, oh shit, you think, Robin knows all of your secrets, you break out in a slight sweat as your mind races - what is she going to say?

“Never have I ever... got my nipples pierced.” You groan as you take another shot, no one else drinks but Eddie is tensed again, trying not to look in your direction. You relax into your seat, of all the dirty secrets Robin knows, she picked the one you really don’t give a shit about.

“Okay, if that’s how we’re going to play I need to swap my drink to the beer, I cant be doing endless vodka shots.” You push your shot glass to the centre of the table and grab a can instead. “My turn then? Never have I ever had a sex dream about Steve’s mom.” Your turn to stare down Robin, who cackles and takes a shot, winking at Steve,

“Sorry Harrington, the blouses get me hot.” Steve makes a disgusted noise as the rest of you erupt into laughter, “Okay, first of all, fuck you y/n, that was a secret,” Robin speaks softly, letting you know she’s not mad “and second of all, it was one time, many months ago.”

“Robin, that doesn’t make it better!” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut, “Okay, lets move on from this conversation. Never have I ever, gone skinny dipping.”

Robin and Eddie drink, “You know, we could all go now...big lake, pitch black no one would see us?” the corners of Eddie’s eyes crinkle as he flashes a smile that you could only consider to be dangerous.

“We’ve all been drinking Munson, not the safest idea. Plus you and y/n are still buzzed, I can see it in your pupils.”

“Alright dad, we’ll save the skinny dipping for the morning, all the better to see you with.” Eddie winks at Steve.

The game continues on for a few more rounds, the questions becoming tamer as you go, you’re getting sleepy now and yawn, Eddie noticing this pulls you onto his lap and tickles your ribs to wake you up some more, earning a squeal from you as you writhe around on his lap.

“Wake up, not time for bed yet.”

“Actually, it might be.” Nancy gives a yawn and then holds a finger up to Eddie “Don’t even think of tickling me.”

“Relax, that’s just for y/n, she gets the special treatment.” You both laugh, it was true that Eddie was a lot more physical with you than his other friends, you just put it down to the fact you’d been friends for so long that it just seemed comfortable. But last time he’d got physical with you he’d popped a boner and that kind of shut it down, he’d barely hugged you since then, even though you’d told him it was okay, and that you knew it meant nothing, just hormones.

Your friends say their good nights and start heading upstairs, leaving you still on Eddie’s lap, arms around your waist. You lean back on his chest, settling into him and sighing contentedly.

“Comfy princess?” Eddie asks sweetly, teasing you,

“If I say yes would you get the wrong idea?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then yes, so comfy.” You grind your hips on the pretense of getting more comfortable, making him take a sharp intake of breath. Eddie’s arms tighten around you, holding you closer before he places a gentle kiss on your neck, then you feel him freeze and let you go.

“Shit, sorry I - I just forgot who I was with.” Eddie stumbled over his words as you turned to look at him,

“Who the fuck do you think I am? Gareth?” You lift his dropping head gently by his chin, smiling at the blushes that now cover Eddie’s cheeks, “Eddie. It’s fine, you can kiss me.” His brown eyes meet yours, then drop to your lips, biting his own. He wants this badly but doesn’t think you could possibly mean it, you’re just fucking with him surely.

Impatience takes over and you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, freeing it before kissing him, your hands in his hair as his return to your waist, pulling you closer. Eddie moans into the kiss, the sound traveling straight to your pussy, making you wet and you start to shift your hips, seeking some friction. Eddie’s hands grip you tighter, cold rings pressing into your skin, forcing your hips down further, granting you some friction against his jeans. You come up for air first, panting, hands now gripping onto his shirt, not willing to let him get away. Eddie’s hands are still rocking your hips, he’s looking up at you with a breathless smile, fuck he’s never looked so pretty.

“What’s on your mind baby?”

“Just thinking about how pretty you look right now.” The flush that spreads across Eddie’s face is adorable,

“Pretty? No that’s all you pretty girl.” You pull Eddie to you, needing to kiss him again, as your lips connect your hands find his and you shift them so they’re resting on your thighs, under your skirt, this time Eddie pulls away,

“Are you sure this is okay? I know we’ve both drank a bit and smoked, I don’t want to do this if you’re not clear headed.” Your heart flutters as he checks in with you, making you want him all the more because you know he’ll keep you safe, he won’t push you further than you want to go. You nod,

“Eddie, I want this. I want this so fucking badly.” You rock your hips against his, and your hands travel to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it above your head as he traces circles on your thighs. Eddie saw your bra earlier, and had to play it cool, this time he lets his eyes widen and his mouth drop open at the sight of the smooth skin, nipples poking through the thin fabric, begging for his attention. His hands trail up your waist, to your back, and rest just below the clasp,

“Can I take this off??” He looks up at you pleadingly,

“Please, things been killing me all day.”

“Oh well, we can’t have that.” Eddie unclasps your bra and in a swift motion throws it somewhere in the room. Before you can cover your chest with your hands his mouth is at it, kissing the newly exposed skin, running his tongue over your nipples, making you moan. You gasp as you feel teeth closing on one of your nipples before he starts sucking, you glance down at him, seeing his head buried in your chest, his other hand toying with your breast and the sight makes you cry out in pleasure again, this is all you’ve been waiting for years, and its finally happening. Eddie’s hand slips between you two and starts rubbing your pussy over the fabric of your underwear, he can feel your wetness soaking through and releases your nipple from his rough sucking to groan,

“Fuck. Did I make you this wet baby?” He hisses at you and you moan in a pitiful way as he doesn’t stop teasing,

“No, use your words, I want you to tell me that I made you this wet.” Trying desperately to keep control of your voice you answer in the most pathetic whine,

“You, Eddie, you made me wet. You always do.”

“Always?” Eddie raises an eyebrow at you as you realise what you’ve just told him. “Think about me a lot do we?” He’s found your clit and is slowly stroking it through the fabric of your panties, you pant and moan, praying he doesn’t want an answer,

“Kitten. I asked you a question.” He starts to slow down his stroking, letting you think and speak. The new nickname makes your pussy twitch, and you bite your lip.

“All the time.”

“When you’re with other guys?” Eddie kisses your neck before sinking his teeth into the flesh and sucking, leaving an angry purple mark behind, marking you as his.

“All the time.” You repeat struggling to keep your moans under control as your best friend continues his relentless assault on your body. Eddie seems satisfied with this answer and pulls himself away, you almost cry out for him and seeing your face he smiles,

“Shh, hang on, I’m not going anywhere, just want to get more comfortable.” He starts undressing himself, leaving you still in your skirt and soaked panties. You cant help but gasp softly when you see the erection his jeans have been holding down. Eddie smirks when he notices your line of sight,

“See something you like?” You nod and get up to your knees, pulling the underwear that covers him down and wrapping a hand around him,

“This okay Eds?”

“More than okay.” You pump him in your hands, still marveling at the size of his cock, Eddie starts to buck softly in your hands as his tip leaks precum. You look up at him, smile sweetly and let him watch as you lap the precum up,

“Jesus christ, you have no idea how hot that looks.” Eddie is hissing under his breath, watching you, completely transfixed. Loving the dumbfounded look on his face you take the tip of his cock into your mouth and then sliding down further until your purple lipstick is staining the base of his cock. You clench your thumb in your fist, holding back your gag reflex, a trick you had heard about a few months ago. You had yet to practice it and were pleasantly surprised to learn it worked. Eddie’s cock started to twitch in your throat and you had to pull back, tears streaming from your eyes from the effort of not gagging. Barely waiting to catch your breath you took Eddie’s cock all the way to your throat again, Eddie was biting his fist, desperately trying to hold back howls of pleasure as you bob on his cock. Your jaw is aching and your face is covered in mascara stains from your watering eyes by the time Eddie is begging for you to let up.

Eddie falls back onto the sofa, cock twitching and panting heavily,

“Where did you learn that?“ He pants, struggling to catch his breath.

“You really want to talk about that right now?” You smirk as you use your fingers to wipe your tears away. Pussy absolutely dripping for him by this point.

“Good point, come here.” Eddie pats the sofa next to him, as soon as you sit he drops to the floor between your legs, pulling your skirt and panties down smoothly and placing a kiss to your pussy, before using his fingers to part your lips and lick a stripe from your tight hole to your clit, your thighs shake at the contact, you’re no virgin but no guy has ever gone down on you before, they’d make an excuse and skip straight over it, so the sensations Eddie is creating is entirely new to your body and you fucking love it. Eddie is buried in between your thighs, sucking on your clit as he teases you with a single finger, loving how your pussy clamps down on him, a vice grip that makes him almost cum all over the sofa without even being touched. You cry out and grab Eddie’s hair, pushing him closer, realizing you must be close Eddie begins to up his speed, sucking harsher, fingers curling against your g-spot faster until that knot in your stomach comes undone and you squirt against his face, another new sensation for you.

Eddie kisses your thighs as he comes away, face dripping with you and a devilish smile on his face,

“Oh, my kitten squirts?” He looks at your flushed face, “That’s never come up in conversations before. I know plenty about how many guys have made you cum, but no ones made you squirt before have they?” He taunts you playfully,

“N-no. No one.” You pull him up to you, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, moaning when you do.

“Do you have any idea how fucking crazy I’ve been driven hearing about how many orgasms you’ve had that should have all been with me?” Eddie wraps a ringed hand around your throat and stares into your eyes, “I had to start fucking around so I wouldn’t go crazy with jealousy.” He’s rubbing his cock against your pussy, soaking himself in you, making you want to cry and beg and scream to be fucked, and he knows he’s making you this needy, you can see it in the smirk he’s wearing as he rubs harder.

“Eddie - please please fuck me.” You whisper, barely able to speak with the hands around your throat. Eddie lets go of your throat and pulls away slightly,

“I want to have more fun with you first, kitten. I want to know what else I can do to you that no one else has.” Eddie picks up a candle from the table and looks at you, your confused expression answering his question. “Does my kitten want to play some more before we fuck?” You’re torn, your pussy is clenching around literally nothing, desperate to be stuffed with Eddie’s cock but more playtime sounds equally fun, and you’re so curious to know what’s on Eddie’s mind,

“What are you planning to do with the candle?”

“I’m going to drip hot wax on you and get you even hotter.” He answers simply. You nod enthusiastically,

“Yes please.” He places the candle back down for a second, retrieving his bandana from his jeans and ties it comfortably around your eyes, then plants a kiss to your cheek before you feel him shift and grab the candle back from the table,

“Okay kitten, nice big breaths for me.” You obey and gasp as the first drops of wax hit your skin, burning for a few delicious seconds before it cools. Eddie chuckles at your reaction,

“That feel good?”

“So good,”

“Lucky for us it seems the Harringtons are kinky, these are special candles, they’re designed to be used for this.”

“Mm, remind me to write them a thank you note.” Eddie drips more wax onto your stomach, a line to your pussy beginning to take shape. As you brace for the next heat to be there you’re surprised when the slight burn is at your nipples,

“Gotta keep you on your toes.” Eddie responds to your surprise “Plus no way I could make a masterpiece out of a line, I’m more creative than that.” Your nerve endings are on fire as you’re so unsure of where on your body the wax will hit next, ever drip makes you moan for more, until the next drip you expect is instead a warm pair of lips on yours, hands removing the blindfold and rubbing your cheeks,

“Did you enjoy that?” Eddie asked as he rested his head on yours, you nodded, trying to kiss him but he pulled back, “Not until you admire the artwork.” He gestured down to your body which was coated in drips of wax, forming no particular pattern, but thanks to the colour made it look like you’d taken a huge cum shot.

“Eddie it looks like I’ve been rained on with cum,” You hiss at him as he smirks,

“That’s the point, kitten. That was the artistic vision.”

“How do we get this off?” Eddie produces a switchblade and grins at you, “Fine, just don’t cut me.”

“Never, kitten. Not unless you ask nicely.” He’s careful and quick, removing the wax with ease and you manage to remain unscathed throughout the procedure, once he’s done you realize you were holding your breath and finally let it out.

“Now, do you want to play more, or do you need me inside you, filling you up?”

“I’m done playing.” you wrap your legs around his waist and he slips his cock into you, its much bigger than you anticipate and you jerk at the slight pain, your breath catching again.

“Nuh-uh kitten, holding your breath will make it worse, take a big deep breath for me.” Eddie coaches you, taking the breath with you as he slides in further, he’s right, the breathing helps your muscles relax and allows him to bottom out inside you. You moan as you feel your body adjusting, pretty sure no one’s ever been as deep as Eddie is right now, Eddie seems to read your mind,

“What’s up kitten? Never had a cock this far in you before?” You shake your head and he looks so fucking pleased with himself as he pulls himself back, veins dragging against your soaked walls and make you cry out in pleasure. Eddie grabs your panties off the floor and holds them up to you,

“Kitten, if you can’t keep it down I’ll have to stuff these in that gorgeous mouth of yours. What’s it gonna be?” You consider being quiet, and decide that the way Eddie’s going you’ll be cockdrunk in minutes and have no control over what noises you’re producing, so you open your mouth and let Eddie stuff your panties in.

“Fuck you have no idea how fucking hot you are.” Eddie ups the pace, balls slapping against your ass as your pussy tightens around him, trying to stop him pulling all the way out. Your back arches up as you moan around the panties in your mouth, you’re so close to cumming around Eddie’s cock, your eyes are rolling back in your head and there’s drool from your mouth running down your chin, to Eddie you’ve never looked quite so beautiful as now. Eddie kisses your neck up to your ear,

“Cum for me kitten, let me feel that pussy milk me.” He slams in harder and faster, tipping you right over the edge and making you squirt around him, taking you both by surprise. Eddie is now soaked in you, you’ve covered his stomach and thighs, you can feel it as he keeps slamming into you,

“Kitten, I’m getting very very close, can I finish inside you? Please?” Eddie whines in your ear, he knew that no one had ever been allowed to do that to you either, you spit the panties out of your mouth to be able to whisper in his ear,

“Eds, cum in me, please. This pussy’s never had cum in it before, I need it filled.” You whine and moan as you speak, Eddie relentlessly chasing his release, with a few more thrusts he’s finishing inside you, you moan at the sensation inside you, hot thick cum flooding your soaked pussy. Eddie pulls out and swears when he sees his cum leaking out of you onto the sofa,

“Oops?” He laughs as he rests his head on your chest, waiting for his heartbeat to settle.

“Eddie?”

“Mmm, yes kitten?”

“You’re all mine.”

“Yes I am kitten, I have been for a long time.” Eddie looks up at you, so much love in those brown eyes that you feel you could melt. “Now, as much as I am loving this very sweet moment with my new girlfriend, I think we need to clean you up, clean me up and possibly buy Steve’s parents a new sofa.”

You laugh and feel more mess get forced out of you by the motion,

“Christ you look like a fucking goddess right now, but no more laughing, lets get you to the bathroom.” Eddie scoops you up and carries you into the small shower room, climbing in with you for “support, honest. what do you take me for?”.

[sineala]

How would you say fandom culture has changed over the years? What are some differences you notice between older and younger fandom folks?

I’ve been thinking for a while about how to answer this, and I’m not sure I have a really good answer, but I’m going to try.

I’ve been in fandom since approximately 1995. Maybe 1994. At that point, the world wide web was a relatively new part of the internet, and the fandoms I was in had most of their activity on privately-hosted mailing lists (predating eGroups/OneList/Yahoo Groups) and on Usenet newsgroups, with fiction beginning to be available on websites as part of either fandom-specific or pairing-specific archives as well as authors’ individual pages. Fanfiction.net did not yet exist. LiveJournal did not exist. AO3 definitely did not exist. If you wanted real-time chat, there was IRC. I was coming in basically at the tail end of zine fandom; zines were no longer the only way of distributing fanfiction, as fandom started to move online. So I have a selection of zines from 90s-era Western media fandoms but even by then zines weren’t where I was doing most of my reading.

I think in terms of generally “what it was like to be in fandom,” the big-picture stuff hasn’t changed. Fandom still produces creative fanwork and likes to, y’know, get together and talk about fandom. Also, almost every fight or complaint that fandom has about something is a thing that has been going on for actual years. People complain that, say, the kudos button is ruining comment culture because back in the LJ days the only way you could comment on a story was, well, by leaving an actual comment, or sending an email on a mailing list, and this might mean that people who would have otherwise commented have left a kudos instead. But back in the LJ and mailing list days, people were complaining that commenting was going downhill since the days of zines, when in order to comment on a story you had to write a real paper letter and mail it and because you had to do that, the quality of feedback was so much better than you got nowadays because people could just dash off a quick email or comment. You get the idea. Top/bottom wars are not new either. Pairing wars are not new. If you’ve been in fandom a while, you will pretty much have seen all the fights already. I think one thing that is new, though, is the fandom awareness of things like privilege and intersectionality and various -isms, as well as things like “providing warnings might be nice” (do you know how much unwarned deathfic I have read? a lot!) and I sure won’t say we’re perfect at any of this now, but I think fandom is trying way way more about all that stuff than it used to.

There are some fights we actually don’t have anymore, as far as I can tell. I feel like it’s been years since I’ve seen the “real person fiction is wrong” battle, but also I don’t hang out in a whole lot of RPF fandoms, so it’s possible that’s still going and I just don’t see it.

There also used to be a recurring debate about whether gay relationships that were canonical were slash or not. When slash started, obviously this wasn’t a question because there weren’t canonical gay relationships in fandoms, period. But as gay characters began to appear in media, people started to wonder “does slash mean all same-sex relationships, or does slash mean only non-canonical same-sex relationships?” Now, you may be reading this and think that sounds like an incredibly weird thing to get hung up on, but that’s because what appears to have happened is that the term “ship” (originally from X-Files Mulder/Scully fandom) has, as far as I can tell, come up and eaten most of the rest of the terminology. Now people will just say, “oh, I ship that.” For any pairing, gay or not, canonical or not. Fandom seems to have decided that for the most part it no longer actually needs a term specific to same-sex relationships as a genre.

Similarly, there are a few genres of fic that we used to have also pretty much don’t exist anymore. There are also plenty of genres that are well-entrenched now that are also extremely recent -- A/B/O comes to mind. But there are some kinds of fic we don’t write a lot of now. Like, I haven’t seen smarm in years! I also haven’t seen We’re Not Gay We Just Love Each Other in a while. There was also a particular style of slash writing where you’d basically have to explain, in detail, what made you think that these particular characters could be anything other than straight. You’d have to motivate this decision. You’d have to look at their canonical heterosexual relationships and come up with a way to explain why all those had happened in order to reconcile how this one guy could have romantic feelings for another guy. When had he figured out he wasn’t straight? Who might he have been with before? How does he interact with people in ways that make you think he’s not straight? That kind of thing. You had to, essentially, show your work. And these days a lot of fanfic is just like, “Okay, Captain America is bisexual, let’s go!” It’s... different.

Fandom also used to skew older, is my sense. A lot older. I don’t know, actually, if it really was older, but I get the sense now that there are some younger people who are surprised that adults are still in fandom. I have seen people saying these days that they think they’re too old for fanfiction because they are not in middle school anymore. And I think a lot of this has to do with the fact that the barriers to access fandom are a lot lower than they used to be. You used to basically have to be an adult with disposable income (or know an adult with disposable income who was willing to help you out; but even then if you were reading explicit fiction you also had to swear you were 18+, usually by sending in an age statement to whoever you were buying the zine from or to the mods of the list you wanted to join, so a lot of fandom was very much age-gated). Internet access was not widely available. Even if you had internet access, you maybe didn’t have your own email address, so you couldn’t sign up for mailing lists; free email providers didn’t exist. If you wanted to buy zines, you had to have money to buy them. If you wanted to go to cons, you had to be able to afford the cost of the con, travel to the con, et cetera. If you wanted to have a website you had to know HTML. Social media did not exist. You want to draw art? Guess what, you’re probably drawing it on paper! You might be able to upload a picture to your website if you have a digital camera or a scanner, but both of those things are expensive, and also a lot of people don’t have the capability or the money to download pictures from the internet (some people have data caps with overage charges, and some people have text-only connections!), so they won’t get to see it. Maybe you can sell your piece at a con! You want to make a fanvid? We called them songvids, but, anyway, you know how you’re doing that? You’re going to hook two VCRs together and smash the play and record buttons very fast! If you want anyone else to watch them, you are either making them a tape personally and mailing it to them or bringing your vids to a convention. Maybe you can digitize them and upload them, but it’s going to take people hours to download them!

(Every three hours my ISP would kick me off the internet and I’d have to dial in again. If it was a busy time of day, it might take me 20 or 30 minutes to get a connection again. And that was assuming no one else in the house needed to use the phone line. Imagine if your modem went out every three hours now.)

And now, for the cost of my internet connection, I can read pretty much whatever fanfiction I want, whenever I want it. I can see all the fanart I want! I can watch vids! Podfic exists now! Fanmixes exist! Gifsets and moodboards exist! If I want to write fic I can write it with programs that are completely free, and as soon as I post it everyone in the entire world can read it. If I want to draw or make vids that may require some additional investment, but I may also be able to do it with things I already have. Do you have any idea how good we all have it?

There are a couple of kinds of fan activity that don’t seem to exist anymore, though, and I miss them. I know that roleplaying still goes on, but I feel like these days most people who do real-time text roleplay have switched to things like Discord. I know that in the LJ days, RP communities were popular. But I really miss MU*s (MUDs, MUSHes, MOOs, MUXes..), which were servers for real-time text-based RP with a bunch of... hmm... features to aid RP. There were virtual rooms with text descriptions, and objects in virtual rooms with descriptions, and your character had a description, and they could interact with the objects as well as with other characters, and you could program things to change descriptions or emit various kinds of text or take you to different rooms, and so on. Just to, y’know, enhance the atmosphere. It was fun and it was where I learned to RP and I’m sad they’re pretty much gone now.

I also don’t think I see a lot of fanfiction awards in fandoms. Wonder where they went.

Going back to the previous point, the barriers to actually consuming the canon you are fannish about are way, way, way lower now. You can pretty much take it for granted that if right now someone tells you about a shiny new fandom, there will be a way to read that book or watch that show or movie right now. Possibly for free! Of course you can watch it! Why wouldn’t you be able to?

This was absolutely, absolutely not the case before. I’m currently in Marvel Comics fandom. If there is a comic I want to read, I can read it right now on the internet. I have subscribed to Marvel Unlimited and I can read pretty much every comic that is older than three months old; the newer ones cost extra money. But I can do it all from the comfort of my own home right now. I was also, actually, in Marvel Comics fandom in the nineties. If I wanted to read a comic, I had to go to a comic book store and hope they had it in stock; if they didn’t, I had to try another store. Not a lot of comics were available in trade paperback and they definitely weren’t readable on the internet. I used to read a lot of Gambit h/c fic set after Uncanny X-Men #350. I never found a copy of UXM #350. I still haven’t! But I did eventually read it on Unlimited.

Being in TV show fandoms also had similar challenges. Was the show you were watching still on the air? No? Then you’d better hope you could find it in reruns, or know someone who had tapes of it that they could copy for you, otherwise you weren’t watching that show. It was, I think, pretty common for people to be in fandoms for shows they hadn’t seen, because they had no way to see the show, but they loved all the fanfic. The Sentinel had a whole lot of fans like that, both because I think it took a while for it to end up in reruns and because overseas distribution was probably poor. So you’d get people who read the fic and wrote fic based on the other fic they’d read, which meant that you got massive, massive amounts of fanon appearing that people just assumed was in the show because it was a weirdly specific detail that appeared in someone’s fic once. Like “Jim and Blair’s apartment has a small water heater” (not actually canonical) or “Blair is a vegetarian” (there’s an episode where his mother visits and IIRC cooks him one of his favorite meals, which is beef tongue).

Like, I was in The Professionals fandom for years. I read all the fic. I hadn’t seen the show. As far as I know, it never aired in the US, and it certainly never had any kind of US VHS or DVD release. I’d seen a couple songvids. I eventually saw a couple episodes in maybe 2003, and that was because my dad special-ordered a commercial VHS tape from the UK and paid someone to convert it from PAL to NTSC. I didn’t get to see the whole show until several years later when I got a region-free DVD player someone in fandom sent me burned copies of the UK DVD releases and then I special-ordered the commercial release of the DVDs from the UK myself. But if I were a new fan and wanted to watch Pros right now? It is on YouTube! For free!

I think also one of the things about fandom that’s not immediately evident to new fans is the way in which it is permanent and/or impermanent. There are probably people whose first fannish experience is on Tumblr or who only read fanfic on FFN and who have no idea what they would do if either site, say, just shut down. But if you’ve been in fandom a while, you’ve been through, say, Discord, Tumblr, Twitter, Pillowfort, Imzy, DW, JournalFen, LJ, GeoCities, IRC, mailing lists. And sure, if Tumblr closed, it would be inconvenient. But fandom would pack up and move somewhere else. You would find it again. It would, eventually, be okay. Similarly, if you’ve been in a lot of fandoms, if you’ve made a lot of friends, drifting through fandoms is like that. You’ll make a friend in 1998 because you were in the same fandom, and then you might go your own ways, and ten years later you might be in another fandom with them again! It happens.

But the flip side of that is that I think a lot of older fans have learned not to trust in the permanence of any particular site. If you like a story, you save it as soon as you read it. If you like a piece of art, you save it. If you like a vid, you save it. Because you don’t know when the site it’s on will be gone for good. I have, like, twenty years of lovingly-curated fanfic. And I feel like people who have only been in fandom since AO3 existed might not understand how much AO3 is a game-changer compared to what we had before. It’s a site where you can put your fic up and you don’t have to worry that the webhost is going out of business, or that the site might delete your work because they don’t allow gay fiction or explicit fiction or fiction written in second person or fiction for fandoms where the creator doesn’t like fanfiction, or whatever. Because all of those things have absolutely happened. But, I mean, I still save pretty much everything I like, even on AO3, just in case.

So, basically, yeah, fandom is a whole lot more accessible than it used to be. I think fandom is pretty much still fandom, but it’s a lot easier to get into, and that has made it way more open to people who wouldn’t have been able to be in fandom before. There is so, so much more now than there ever was before, and I think that’s great.

[classylo]

coffee and cigarettes | bucky barnes 

pairings: CEO!bucky barnes x female reader (although this story is from 3rd person perspective…ish)

summary: bucky sees the one girl he hasn’t been able to get over at their high school reunion with hopes he can finally make his move; based on the song “coffee and cigarettes” by the night game

warnings: angst!! mentions of high-school love (both parties are 18 during flash back), mentions of under-age drinking, mentions of tobacco use, cuss words, bucky was a bit of a fuck boy back in the day, one-lone kiss. 

She was out on the patio smoking her last cigarette when she heard the door slide open. She knew exactly who it was. She had been waiting for him to come out and join her. Really, she had been waiting for this all night. Seeing him again, she knew this night was going to be... interesting.

He looked the exact same, well, better. His brown hair was perfectly slicked back and his piercing blue eyes stood out in the crowd of people. She caught her breath the second she saw him, just like she did all those years ago. She wondered how it was possible that someone she knew when she was 18 could still make her feel this way?

He thought the same about her too. He heard she was going to be at the reunion but he didn’t believe it, yet he showed up anyway hoping she’d walk through those doors…and alas she did. She walked in and he choked back his drink as he took her in.

She was wearing a short black dress, with her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. God, he loved her in ponytails. He loved her in anything. She didn’t notice him at first, and he enjoyed that.

It occurred to him that she could’ve forgotten him, but that theory was denied the second he met her gaze. Her eyes met his and she stopped mid-conversation, he gave her a soft smile and she immediately looked away biting down on her lip. He couldn’t help but laugh, he always loved how flustered he made her. She was the class president, the homecoming queen, and the most popular girl in school. She could have any guy she wanted but she turned them all down.

She only wanted one person, but even then she never gave into him.

He was the polar opposite of her, the bad boy jock meets theater geek. He was popular in his own way, the way that every girl wanted him and he could have any girl he wanted, except one. Her.

He loved that about her. He loved the chase, he loved the teasing, he loved the game. Until suddenly that’s all it was, a game.

After graduation, she left for college out of state and then went to Boston for law school. He went on to college on a sports scholarship and became the CEO of his own company at 25 (thanks to his dad). Now, his life isn’t all that much different from high school. He’s still the most popular guy in any room. Everyone knows who he is, everyone loves him, except for one person.

Being rich and well-known had its cons of course. Cons in the way that he’s heard from everyone since high school, everyone. Except her.

He thought about reaching out, himself, but he always stopped himself. One day when he was hanging out with an old friend from school he asked how she was doing, knowing the friend had kept up with her. He was amused to learn that she had been seeing a guy who looked an awful lot like him. He told himself to stop thinking about her, he missed his chance, but he never did. He always thought about her, especially late at night when he’d watch tv to try and fall asleep, it reminded him of the late nights the two of them would spend together in high school.

She on the other hand never thought about reaching out. She accepted that she lost her chance a long time ago, she never allowed herself to think about him, he was James Bucky Barnes for fuck’s sake, he could have any girl in high school…she could only imagine how he was now, a playboy billionaire.

She would find herself stalking him on social media, amused by how many girls he’s gone through. She couldn’t help but notice the resemblance between herself and a few of them.

He always had a type, she thought to herself.

Other than the occasional late-night stalk she truly didn’t think about him. She had dated around in college, only one was actually serious but ended once she went off to law school. She had seen a few people since but nothing ever serious came about it.

Now here she is, 10 years later at their high school reunion, hoping that the one guy she wants to see is there. She didn’t think he would be.

Big shot CEO? Surely he has better things to do with a Friday night. But yet... there he was. Surrounded by a few girls and guys, drink in hand, a sideways smile that made her knees weak. The second her eyes met him she knew she was done.

A few hours into the reunion she finally snuck off, hoping his wondering eyes would get the hint to follow. He wasn’t going to talk to her inside so maybe he’d talk to her outside, alone.

“James Barnes.” She smiles as she spins around to greet him.

He was wearing a tight gray shirt and black jeans. His usual look from school and usual look now. In all the paparazzi pictures she's seen of him he’s usually wearing a low baseball cap and sunglasses. She didn’t mind that look, but she loved this one so much better.

Classic Bucky.

“Hi.” He chuckles.

She took another drag of her cigarette and offers one to him. He refuses and she pulls back shocked.

“I’m trying to quit,” he smiles.

“Bad boy Bucky Barnes? The guy who made me smoke one of these and now here I am 10 years later? Trying to quit? Quite responsible of you.” She responds. She tosses it down on the ground and puts it out with her heel.

“You... look great.” He remarks as his eyes dart down to the ground.

She chuckles to herself. Womanizer James Barnes could barely look her in the eyes, let alone speak to her.

“As do you, although I expect nothing less from a billionaire playboy.”

He rolls his eyes at her jab and takes a few steps into her. She smells the whiskey on his breath mixed with his cologne. Jesus, he even smells the exact same as all those years ago.

“Hey now, you’re the hotshot lawyer.” He smirks.

God, that smirk.

“Keeping tabs on me, Barnes?” She raises an eyebrow.

“I have my ways, yeah.” He chuckles.

He steps to the side of her and walks over to the railing, taking in the little city skyline. She leans up against the railing, right beside him, only allowing a tiny space between the two of them.

“It’s good to see you’re still the guy I used to know.”

He turns to her and bites down on his lip.

“Oh?” He asks.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She jokes.

He turns his back to the railing, still leaning up against it. He looks at her and the silence is comfortable. It’s not like 10 years have gone by. It’s not like she has missed him for 10 fucking years.

“So, where’s the boyfriend huh? I heard he looks a bit like me.”

She immediately laughs at his remark. His cocky little remark. She always hated how his Brooklyn accent was more prominent when he was being a sarcastic asshole. Secretly she loved it of course, but, damn, she couldn’t admit that.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had trademarked brown hair and blue eyes?”

He chuckles at her witty comeback. Man, did he miss that. He always loved her sassy remarks. No other girl challenged him the way she does. This is why he could never get over her. This is why he could never forget her.

“I guess I must’ve missed that between all the tabloids of you globetrotting with different women every week.”

His jaw clenched at her words. Damn did she know how to get to him. He stopped for a second before responding. For her to insult him like that means she knew what he was doing. It means she’s been watching him and keeping up with him just as much as he’s done with her.

“Oh c‘mon Barnes, you used to be quicker than this.” She smirks as she turns her back to him.

He quickly grabs her hand and spins her back around pulling her into him. Her other hand lands on his firm chest and her heart is beating a million miles a minute.

“There hasn’t been a single day that’s gone by where I haven’t thought of you.”

His words send chills down her spine. Him? Thinking about her? Surely he was kidding. The two of them were just young and dumb the last time they saw each other. The two had never even... been together. The two of them were too prideful to admit their feelings back then.

“That one kiss, that one fucking kiss, has driven me insane for the past 10 years.” He whispers.

Oh, that lone kiss. That was the only thing that had ever happened between the two.

It was the night before their graduation and the entire class was at a house party. She and Bucky had snuck off of course, similar to tonight.

The two were sitting outside by the pool, just talking about how their lives were going to change. You know; dumb things teenagers talk about right before they graduate high school.

She never forgot the way Bucky looked at her when she told him she was going out of state for school and didn't plan on coming back.

It was the first time she’d ever seen him show actual emotion. Real, genuine emotion. Before she could explain her decision his lips were on hers and she gave in so easily.

The one time she had given in when it came to him. She was quick to climb on top of him and run her fingers through his hair. He moaned into her mouth and she was done for.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. God, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He whispered.

Of course, when you’re 18 anyone would believe those words, and would do anything to hear them again. But before she could give into him completely her best friend interrupted, needing her help to win a game of beer pong.

As she was pulled away Bucky told her, he’d be waiting for her when she got back.  

“I’ll wait forever,” he mouthed.

But when she went back to find him after the beer pong game, he was gone.

She searched and searched and eventually found him with another girl from their class. He never noticed her standing in the corner as he kissed the new girl the exact same way. She swore she can still feel the tears run down her cheek as she felt her heartbreak into a million tiny pieces. She had never experienced a pain like that, a heartbreak like that. She ran out of the party told herself that night that he’d never wait for her, and she should never wait for him. It was never going to work out between the two of them.

After graduation, she moved out of the state rather quickly. She ignored all of his texts and attempts to talk to her. She knew she needed to cut him off. He didn’t actually want her, she was just another girl on his long list of names. So, that’s what she did.

But here she is. Faced to face with the man she was in love with when she was 18. Faced to face with the man who got her addicted to coffee and cigarettes. Faced to face with the man she’s tried to move on from but found herself thinking of him every day.

“Well, I came back for you, and you were gone.” She tells him.

He furrows his brows but eventually remembers exactly what she was talking about.

“I’m here now.” He says.

“Yeah, for how long? Bucky, I can’t —“ she pulls away.

“Doll, wait.”

“No, I can’t do this. I don’t know why I came back here tonight. Fuck. I knew if I saw you it’d just break my heart.” She says, tears forming in her eyes.

His quick to wipe them away as he holds her face in his hands.

“But I’m glad you came, I wanted to see you. I needed to see you.” He says.

“Why?” She asks.

“I told you, I think about you all the fucking time. You drive me crazy. 10 years and you still drive me crazy.”

“Bullshit,” she says pushing him away again.

He tries to chase after her but she spins around pointing her finger into his chest,

“I loved you. God, did I love you. But like I said, you’re still the guy I used to know. A womanizer who knows all the right words to say. We were 18 and I believed you. How idiotic would I be at 28 to believe you?”

She storms off and Bucky chases after her. He watches as she grabs her coat and turns to give him one more look. The look of sheer heartbreak and disappointment. He sighs to himself as she pushes through the doors and leaves him. She left him, just like he left her.

You were gone.

part 2 //

a/n: happy thursday love! hope you enjoyed this one, was a bit in my feels 🥲 (hope you enjoyed the end and see what I did there 🙂) sending you lots of love <3