#it’s like flipped ig which makes me wonder

[saetoru]

^^ in case anyone needs it !!

[shuenkio]

That basketball player | Lhs.

Paring: Heeseung X M!reader | Genre: SMUT

Synopsis: Since when did heeseung get that big glow up? Back in the junior year he was just a guy with his bang covering his forehead but now? You can't help but to stare at him every time he is playing basketball, jingling.

Cw: masturbate in the bathroom, bigger cock Heeseung, drunk, public explicit scenes, cursing, no plot Ig, alone time, mentioned of cum, stained etc. [18+] mdni

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A#N: Yo what! I feel pity to leave y'all alone with my no update so here a smut hardcore, before I vanish once again. (Yes this is me, a bit freaky than usual ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Being friends with a sports guy like Heeseung is not an easy job, nor is it for your mental, freaky mind. Every time you were there, watching him practice for the competition. You can't find but to stare at a little distracted place, like a weirdo. However, it's not one fault side; since Heeseung does have his own package ever since then, it'd be a jingle bell at every instance.

Not to mention, back in the junior year, Heeseung is just a guy who just hit puberty, freshly adult, bang cover all his forehead like a nerd. In the meantime, all that matters transformed into this: a hot guy with a huge beard that could squeeze a lemon, a slender yet masculine frame from head to toes, and the most glow-up part was probably his middle part.

Which you can't help but to wonder while nosebleed; imagine how'd it look like to be sight. And so on, wondering turns into reality when it's happening during the party of one of your classmates. Walking in the bathroom, as you thought nobody was there with no light on, until when the lights flickered, you were stunned, your hearts just doing a back flip once you saw the tipsy Heeseung who's jerking off on the toilet.

Omfg, is this for real? Think to yourself. Can't hide the red blush that was painted on your face, you immediately apologize and leave; however, before you could, a large hand appeared and pinged you against the door, allowing you to escape this awkward situation.

"Hmm... M/n? What a surprise to see you here during my alone time," said the half-drunk guy, looking down to see his cock peeking through his zipper, naked. In front of you, but did he care? No. You swallow down, feel like a stone stuck in your breath—this is just a dream wake-up.

Your reaction was funny enough to make Heeseung chuckle out; you seem to be nervous, shy, and lately a bit of a turn-on.

"We're alone, aren't we? Now don't hide your true colors, bud; I know you've always wanted this, isn't that right?" Heeseung claim, pointed out right through you. No way he caught you in act, but where? Yet there's no use right now to wonder about it; a big gigantic cock is staring at you right now; he was so hard his cum is leaking out, desperate for some way out of those balls.

Out of surprise, you snapped as Heeseung let out a moan, in contact with his skin too close to yours. Cover your face with your palm to evade your crazy mess face; his pre-cum began to stain on your pants!

"Fuck m/n, take a hold of it. Before I change my mind, I'm not sober," panicking Sprint free in your vein as you shudder to his words, Should you or shouldn't? This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is so rare, you wouldn't want to go to waste.

Seeing you froze in the spot, back pressed against the door too much, Heeseung snatched one of your hands and wrapped them around his shaft. Lord, have mercy.

"Ahh, so good, m/n, euuu, that's right," biting his lip, his back arching forward, thrusting inside of your palm in rhythm. Both of his hands are pinning you in between, while he endures in pleasure. No word to say; you seem to enjoy what you're doing. His foreskin moved up and down, his tip peeking in every stroke.

Heeseung's freaky side was not what you expected; he was far more wild. Your surroundings are no longer your priority; you didn't care if anyone might hear. Continue to please the man of your dreams; no, this is a dream to be able to touch him, your friend.

A few more strokes, his hip bucking more and more needy, his balls later slipped out of his underwear, come out before slapping against the friction of his own pant. As a result, the fire in him turned on even better. Both of you can't think straight, locked in this bathroom, just the two, enjoying times together.

"Cum... I need to cum m/n!! I'm going to piss Ahh Ahh FUCK." He's knees weaken. The hands that are pinning you in find their way to belt around your waist, despairing for support, before a load of hot cum splashes out on both clothes. Heeseung is indeed sensitive; that might as well be one of his weaknesses for your dictionary.

He then falls down on the floor on his knees finally, as he leans against the wall nearby in this tight space. Draining out and overwhelmed by the masturbation. Little did you know, there's also a stain in your pants too, not only from Heeseung's cum stained. Ugh, he got you in anyway possible.

"Shit..." A couple of minutes passed, his brows furrowing while his eyes shut, before he pissed out for real.

"I—damn it." 

[rosesareredrosa]

50 Shades of Grey

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: Theo finds one of y/n favorite books on her nights stand which is 50 shades of Grey

w/c: 939

a/n: Some smut not that bad ig i am shit at writing smut

Once I got to my dorm, knowing Theodore, he was already out there sparking up. I stepped in to find Theo with a lit blunt between his lips, his feet kicked up, and he was slouched down in a chair reading a book? Theo wasn't much of a reader, so this surprised me. "Hey! What are you reading reading?" I nonchalantly asked, not even glancing at the cover.

"I don't know. You tell me. It was on your nightstand," he responded, looking at me mischievously. Then it dawned on me. Oh my god! He was reading one of my dark romance novels that I left on my nightstand the night prior. I thought about grabbing it from him, but chances are it was too late. He was already several pages deep.

It was one of my favorites Fifty Shades of Grey. There were a lot of detailed and deranged sexual encounters in it.

"What? You into it?" I teased him. "I'll be honest - kind of," he smirked, and he passed me the blunt he'd rolled. "Why don't you just do one-night stands like the rest of us?" Theo giggled, flipping to the next page, still reading it. I rolled my eyes and took a few puffs. "If you must know," I started, passing the blunt back to Theo, "I do, but sometimes I prefer to read it," I said, biting my lip. "Really? How come?" He looked at me intrigued. "Well, I like how detailed the books are, and I like that I can imagine anyone I want when I'm reading books. When you're with others, you're stuck with whatever usually unattractive person that not my type. Plus, I like having my mind stimulated, not just my eyes and my body," I said, shrugging.

"Oh yeah? And what hot guys do you picture?" Theo asked, teasing me, passing me the weed again. "Like I'd ever tell you," I scoffed. "Why not? Is it 'cause you think about me?" Theo jokingly asked me. However, I wasn't a good liar, and I did sometimes picture Theo. I couldn't help it. He was really hot, even though he was my best friend. I blushed and tried to hold back a grin as I passed him back the blunt. "So you do! You think of me like that?" Theo responded, seductively smiling at me while he took another hit. "No!" I said, but even I remained unconvinced at the way it sounded when it came out.

"Do you ever play with yourself while you're reading these books?" Theo wondered, biting his lip and looking me up and down. "Well, what else would one do with horny material?" I asked, smirking. "Does that mean you think about me when you touch yourself?" He questioned me. Theo loved to stir people up and make them uncomfortable, and it's one of the things, the way he could rile me up so easily.

"Shut up, Theodore," I said, slugging him in the arm. "It's a simple question you've yet to answer," Theo sneered at me. "You already know the answer to that," Theo. Did you come over here just to humiliate me?" I inquired. "Of course not. Only if you're into that," he shot me a look. I couldn't stop blushing.

"You know, this shit is well-written. It's actually making me a little hard," Theo admitted while he slowly started to stroke himself through his pants, looking up at me from the book. Ugh, he was doing this on purpose. "I'd love it if someone took care of it for me," he moaned, seductively grinning up at me and massaging the head of his cock through the fabric of his clothing.

I took in the lovely sight before me, Theo's blue eyes locked on mine, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his fingers grazing the bulge between his legs. I couldn't control what happened next.

I fell to my knees. I couldn't look at him like that and not help him. My mouth fell open as he took himself out of his sweatpants, It was only half-hard, but it was big. He placed it between my parted lips, and I felt it grow bigger as I explored all the ridges with my tongue, and he responded with a breathy and drawn-out "fuck."

I slowly and sensually worked my way around his whole manhood. I left a long lick, starting at the base of his shaft and ending at his tip. I did this a few times, teasing him while his eyes followed my tongue. His cock lightly twitched, begging to be taken wholly into my mouth.

As I wrapped my lips around the head and took him in as deep as I could, I heard him let out a primal moan. I bobbed my head up and down on him, lightly gagging and making sloppy sounds as my lips glided across his enticing dick. I ever so gently ran my teeth along the tip, eliciting more harmonious sounds from him. "This is the best head I've ever gotten, and I have slept with a lot of girls" Theo moaned breathlessly under the flit of my tongue.

The way he watched me, his facial expressions tainted by sexual desire, and his soft whimpers. I felt his dick throb against the roof of my mouth. "Oh god," he muttered while he emptied his seed into the back of my throat. It was thick and sweet and salty, and I obediently swallowed.

Theo let out a satisfied laugh. "Shit, do you have any more books like this? And can I borrow them sometime?" We should do this more often."

[cozywolvie]

hii, i was wondering if u could do a fic of logan nd wade with a sunshine reader ^_^ like an overly happy and energetic person ig. IF THAT MAKES SENSE LOL. i don’t see too many fanfics with sunshine readers��� or at least when i look. not sure if u have gotten many requests yet but hopefully this isn’t a bother to u!! u can add smut or smth if u want. u seem super cool and hopefully u have a fun time writing this if u do :3 have a great day or night!!

a/n: yayy! my first request! thank you sm for requesting and you are not a bother at all. I really hope this is somewhat of what you wanted. this is straight fluff and cuteness, so I hope you enjoy!

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You have always been a morning person. You loved watching the sky turn different shades of yellow and orange as the sun rose, and you loved having a cup of coffee while watching it. However, your boyfriends couldn’t disagree more with you.

Here you are, laid out on the back porch, wearing one of Logan’s plaid flannels, baking in the rising sunlight as it goes over the horizon. A warm cup of coffee is settled in between your fingers, and you grip it tightly, loving the warmth it gave you on this crisp morning.

While you laid out here, Wade and Logan lay inside sound asleep in your shared king size bed. They always love to tease you about your chirpiness and happiness, especially in the morning. They couldn’t get around the fact that they both were somehow able to fall in love with a person so opposite of them, especially Logan.

It was around 10 am when you started to hear the two men stir. You were in the kitchen, humming, flipping pancakes on the stove. Logan emerged first from the bedroom, wearing a pair of sweats that hung low on his waist, a flannel hung along his shoulders, underneath was bare, and you tired not to gawk at his figure. He smirks when you see’s you. “Smells good.” He compliments, walking around to your side and placing a long kiss on your temple. You smile, practically leaning into his tender embrace.

“Good morning” You beam back at him. You loved mornings like this, calm, peaceful, anything to get away from the stress of Wade and Logan's crime fighting careers. You offer him coffee, which he leaves black, and sits down at the kitchen table. You continue to hum in content, even dancing to nothing in the kitchen, enjoying the sizzling of the pancake batter on the stove. There was just pure joy and happiness radiating off of you. Logan smiles at the sight.

“Good morning bubbles!” The sound of your other boyfriend radiates the room. Logan groans in discomfort at the loud sound, plugging his ears closed. You giggle at Wade’s nickname. Awhile ago when you three had gotten together, Wade had referred to the three of you were like the powerpuff girls. You, bubbles, because you were always bubbly. Buttercup, Logan, which is pretty self explanatory. And Wade, Blossom, because he claims that he was the captain of your little team.

“Good morning Wade.” You give him peck on the lips, and hand him his coffee, with a shit ton of creamer and four sugars, he loves things sweet. He takes a sip and nods approvingly. “Ah, sweet! Just like my girl.” He gives your behind a cheeky slap and you giggle, swatting him away playfully.

You all sit at the table, munching down on pancakes. Wade drowns his in syrup and Logan cringes at the sight. “You’re gonna get diabetes if you keep doing that.” Logan scowls.

“I already got cancer, I’ll take my chances.” Wade says back, shoving pancakes in his mouth. You grin, rolling your eyes at the pair. Logan eyes your cup of coffee. “Which number cup is that?” He teases.

“My forth.” You grin, taking a sip. Logan chuckles, shaking his head in amusement, “No wonder you’re always so energetic.”

"Nah, it's just the way our girl is." Wade says, sending a wink your way. You grin and try to hide your blush. "I have no reason to be anything else. I've got a good life, a roof over my head, and two incredibly amazing sexy men who are in love with me." You giggle with a wink, watching as both the men smile, making your heart warm.

"About that, thank you." Logan states. You crinkle your brows in confusion, not knowing what he is thanking you for. He see's your confusion, stumbling over his words, becoming flustered. "Well, uh, ya'know-"

"What peanut is trying to say is, that we are grateful for you. You're the light in our lives that we both needed." Wade states, grabbing your hand from across the table. You can't even contain the blush on your cheeks now. If anything, you should be thanking them.

"I'm the grateful one." You say. The boys smile, showering you in love and kisses. The rest of the day is spent with the three of you relaxing in your free time, cuddled up by the two men you love most, all three of your laughters echoing around the small cozy apartment.

[mr-bas00nist]

Hi! can I request Male! Reader with Chris Redfield? it involves the idea below. 👇

Chris had a crush on Reader ever since they met during the S.T.A.R.S era. One fateful day, Chris gets kidnapped and brainwashed via the P30 by Wesker instead of Jill... or did he?

Plot twist: Wesker accidentally picked the wrong P30 and it amplifies Chris' feelings for Reader to the max and so he follows Reader's command instead, much to Wesker's dismay. "Wait- Chris, no! You should obey me, not him!"

Reader's just like, "Chris is still mine, you idiot lol"

he flips the bird at Wesker as he aggressively makes out with Chris lol

That Ass Is (Still) Mine

☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐- Chris Redfield x Male reader

☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐- Cw: gay shit, just fighting, suggestiveness, brainwashing ig but lighthearted shit lol, also more gay shit

Chris had always noticed you. That fun playful guy he’d see in the office. He couldn’t say the amount of times when you weren’t at work he’d immediately be miserable. You could light up the room with your presence. He’d always been obsessed with you.

Not in the creepy way of course! You two would go on missions and you were always quite the skilled one. Close combat, guns, knife work, you could do it all. It was no wonder he was obsessed with you. It was also no wonder knowing you how you comforted him after Wesker’s betrayal.

He was his captain, and Chris looked up to that man. It broke his heart when he betrayed S.T.A.R.S. He made it through though when you swung by just to talk to him. Chris’s eyes trained on your form the whole time. Everything about you was perfect, and after his promotion he was finally able to go on missions with you.

As the years passed and so did more missions, you two were called to the Wesker estate. Where you saw no one but Wesker himself. That asshole was still alive?! You’re kidding! He was fast, so fast he could’ve killed you and Chris in an instant, but he didn’t. He was toying with you.

After he got bored of this though, he grabbed ahold of you. Foolish, foolish, foolish, he would mock. Leather clad hand wrapped tightly around your throat as you grit your teeth at him. That’s when with all fo Chris’s might he rushed towards him. Forcing the man to drop you as he jumped out the window with Wesker.

Which is what brought you to now. On a mission with both Jill Valentine and a woman named Sheva. The two ladies were quite skilled and definitely the teammates you wanted to have. After searching high and low for everything you three needed you came across it. His lair. Wesker’s lair.

That’s when someone clad in a plague doctor like leather suit tackled you all. Wesker coming out of course in his stupid fancy leather outfit. He looked more like a dominatrix in your opinion then a stupid supervillain. Then again, you kept your mouth shut. You peered over to the assistant next to him. Something about them was too familiar.

“So slow to catch on you know?” Wesker retorted to you to which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You were honestly just debating if you’d rather hear his villain talk or blow your fucking brains out. But all that changed when he pulled the hood down from the person, revealing Chris.

“Feast your ey-“ you cut him off. “Chris! Holy shit you’re alive!?” You asked incredulously. Both Jill and Sheva looked towards each other confused but also thankful. To be fair Wesker was more angry at you cutting him off then anything else. “Yes, yes, it’s Chris under my control now-“ you cut him off again. “Damn baby, looking good in that suit.”

You had to admit. The tight ass suit left almost nothing to the imagination. You could feel Wesker’s glare through his glasses though. But everyone was caught off guard when they saw Chris rush over to you, with his superhuman speed and tackled you in a hug which knocked you over. You wrapped your arms around his hips as you looked up at him.

He couldn’t resist, his whole body felt on fucking fire as he kissed you passionately. You met his kissed letting out a soft moan as you reached down gripping his ass. Mind you, in front of EVERYONE. “The fuck?” Sheva muttered to herself to which Wesker was broken out his trance. “You’re supposed to be following my command what the hell is this????” Wesker questioned to which you just flipped him off.

You then focused back on Chris though as you two continued to make out with each other. Each letting out groans and moans to which Jill just blinked before laughing. She pinched the bridge of her nose before giving Sheva a pat on the shoulder. “Lets finish this.” She smirked as she turned towards Wesker.

Sheva just laughed shaking her head. “Yeah, while he’s outnumbered.” The two got into their fighting stances to which Wesker just sighed. “Excella must’ve got the wrong p30.” He growled to himself. “Goddammit woman!” He spoke out like she could hear him. He got into his own fighting stance.

And sure, you were interested in what was going on around you, but you were more focused on the sweet peace of ass on top of you. Chris was just happy he finally got the chance to have an excuse to make out with you. Maybe he did have something to thank Wesker for after all.

A/n: this one was fun and goofy to make lmaooo, still writing so stay tuned. Requests will be back open soon enough!

[morosis-haze]

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

Ft. Aomine,Kagami,Kise x fem!reader | Pre-established relationship

Warning: Swearing

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢

❒ Would’ve thought he found his magazines digitally with the way he was staring at his phone

❒ Someone is trying to talk to him and his ass not even making eye contact just staring at his phone

❒ Like damn can you act like you care?

❒ The person starts to get annoyed and walks off just as you walk into the room now wondering what your boyfriend did now to piss someone off

❒ Aomine didn’t even look up from his phone not paying attention to his surroundings

❒ You of course now curious about what has your boyfriend’s attention have the need to figure out what has him so engaged in his phone

❒ You walk up getting behind where he was sitting and look at his phone… just to see your instagram page

❒ “You know you could stare at the real deal when she’s right beside you, right?”

❒ He flips his phone to face down as if now he couldn’t get caught

❒ He looked embarrassed judging by the wide-eyed expression from noticing him

❒ Aomine tries to recollect himself rolling his eyes and acting unbothered “I don’t know what you're on about” he grunts

❒ “Don’t play stupid in my face. If you miss me just say that”

❒ “I was waiting for you since you wanna be late” Getting up, he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist “Let’s just go”

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚

❒Kagami and you were laying in bed it was another one of those chill days

❒ The fan was on, another rewatch of your favorite tv show started, and conversation was held between you two

❒ You both start to go into comfortable silence not really paying attention to the tv, starting to go on your phones

❒ After a while you're about to get up and grab snacks for you two

❒ When you turn to look over at him to ask what he wants you see his phone open on your instagram page

❒ He’s over here scrolling through lingering on the photos for a while

❒ “Hmm you think she’s pretty?”

❒ He gets all embarrassed not knowing what he should say after getting caught

❒ You laugh at his reaction and he groans “Why are you like this?”

❒ “Beautiful? I don’t know maybe so my boyfriend could just stare at any photo of me”

❒ “Yeah guess so since my girlfriend is really pretty” he mutters

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚

❒ Who is he to not wanna fawn over his pretty girlfriend

❒ He was always one to be complimenting and hyping you up like no other

❒ He always wanna see his girl so that lead him to be on your ig page

❒ First, it’s just looking at your more recent post then it’s going past photos before y’all were even dating

❒ Next thing he knows he liked an old photo

❒ He has the most dramatic reaction

❒ Being mad loud got his teammates looking at him sideways

❒ It’s a gasp, scream, then whining and falling all over the place holding his head

❒ Literally is doing the absolute most like you could’ve just quickly unliked the photo… which he didn’t do

❒ Meaning you had the time to see the notification and you of course checked what he liked because you didn’t even post something today

❒ Once you see it was something old you just know you had to tease him once you saw him

❒ You went to go meet up with him like you usually did when it came to the end of the school day

❒ You already see from a distance your boyfriend’s dramatic actions and his team staring at him with deadpan expressions

❒ You wave to his team and they seem slightly relieved seeing you get your boyfriend

❒ "Ryu what are you doing? You plan on joining theater?"

❒ He straightens up putting on the suave act

❒ Smile on his face looking at you as if nothing just happened

❒ "A few have wished to see my face on theater but y'know it's just not for me"

❒"Yeah I'm sure they ask just cause of your face... anyways what's up with the stalking?"

❒He freezes staring blankly at you "You know?"

❒ When you show him the notification he can only whine more before getting a sudden burst of energy now claiming he can't be embarrassed for liking his girlfriend's pictures

𝐀/𝐍: @katsumiiii your man is in here

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:: @jackibrown / @goldenglow149 / @userwithlotsoftime want to join taglist? fill out this form here!

[onboardsorasora]

https://www.tumblr.com/overtake/746762194848563200/your-post-about-max-liking-daniels-ig-just-opened could u write something based on this?

I have had this ask for so long, sorry bestie- my brain was doing a thing at the time lol. lol thank you @secretdonderwolk for the unintentional prompt

His phone vibrated in his pocket, three times for three messages. He had an idea about who this was, he hoped it was his sister complaining about something. Or even Seb– even though he sat across from him at lunch. Seb could be annoying like that, but that was also because Daniel had been annoying like that first. 

Putting his phone on the table, he saw the screen light up with notification banners from Instagram. There was the broad one about how many thousand likes his post workout selfie had gotten. But then there was the secondary banners about replies and DMs. A familiar user name peaked up at him; 3_MaxV_3. 

Daniel rolled his eyes then flipped his phone on its screen. That kid, because he was a kid, with his scrawny body posing with a sideways cap in one picture, in a couch with dogs in another. But mostly in a race suit at a karting track. That kid had been messaging him for weeks now. He did the same thing repeatedly; Daniel posted a thirst trap photo (he looks damn good and it shows he’s working out) and then Max would be in the replies sending one thing the 💯emoji– three times of course. 

Daniel never responded to him after the first time, which was an accident, but the kid seemed to have taken that interaction as an open door to send Daniel reels of memes he already saw when he scrolled mindlessly through tiktok. He was surprised that a seventeen year old wasn’t on tiktok and was instead using instagram, but that also didn’t matter to Daniel. One less platform for this kid to find him on.

“Your new boyfriend again?” Seb teased with a snort.

“First of all, ew. He’s like still in diapers, mate.”

“I dunno why you let him annoy you so much. He’s harmless, still like in junior formula or whatever.”

“Don’t they call it like formula 3 now or something?”

“Who the fuck knows anymore. They change the names of this shit every year. Come I’m not allowing you make me be late for engineering.” Seb stood from his seat while Daniel cackled.

“I was one time!”

“One time is more than enough I think.”

— - —

Daniel pressed post on the thumbs up selfie. He’d gotten a podium today and wanted to commemorate after a long day. The first notification came quickly after. 💯💯💯 Daniel had become used to the routine by now, he already assumed that the kid had his post notifications on. It was weird but Daniel didn’t think too closely of it.

He did notice a difference this time. His username was different; maxverstappen_33. Daniel clicked into his profile, not something he did but there was a change in the routine and he was curious about why.

Lots of karting pictures met his eyes, pictures on podiums and in the garage. There were a lot more sponsor logos than before and Daniel couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed. He himself knew how difficult it was to even get sponsors to talk to you in karting, much less to invest. 

While he was scrolling through the rest of the profile, careful not to double tap anything of course, another notification banner from maxverstappen_33 popped up. “You are so beautiful Daniel.”

And well… that was new. Normally he’d get a lion or capybara video by now. MaxV had taken to sending him videos of quokkas recently too. Daniel had never given him the impression that these videos were appreciated or cared for– though he had watched a couple of them– so he didn’t understand this step up to shooting his shot.

Daniel closed out of the profile and then the app. He needed to get some sleep.

— - —

They’d told him to record a video for some kid getting his super license soon. That was new, but maybe Seb had been the one welcome in the new drivers in the program. It was quick with well wishes for some kid named Max. 

Daniel had wondered initially if it was MaxV, or rather Max Verstappen. But Vicky had told him nothing more and MaxV was supposed to be going to formula 2 now anyways. No way Red Bull would be making such a stir over a kid.

When he got out of the sim he had a bitchload of notifications. Red Bull had tagged him in something and people were congratulating him. Ace. He went to his DMs to see a new message from Maxverstappen_33;

‘Thank you for the video. It was lovely Daniel.’

Well, shit.

— - —

It happened slower than he thought it would have. But quickly in the grand scheme of things. Daniel stepped out of his motorhome, zipping up his race suit and thanking the handler to his left for his hat. It was shoot day today with the whole team, including the boys from Torro Rosso.

Daniil slotted in beside him and Daniel dapped him up. This would be their second year as teammates and Daniel was excited for the year to come. 2016 felt like the year maybe, to take the championship fight to Mercedes. The car was quick in the sim and Adrian said the wind tunnel tests have been phenomenal. Daniel was ready.

What he wasn’t ready for, was the guy who stepped right in front of him. Blonde hair, electric blue eyes. Familiar as fuck face pulled into a smile. 

“Daniel! It is great to finally meet you after all this time.”

Daniel hadn’t ever considered meeting MaxV in person, the kid that’s been sending him 💯 emoji what felt like weekly for the last maybe two years. If you scrolled through their DM it was very one sided. But here he was, very caught out at the very real and very eager kid waiting for his reply. This would probably be the first time he ever did reply.

“Enchante, Max.” Daniel grinned and glanced over a Daniil when Max’s face flushed with a blush.

He didn’t think about it the rest of the day. Not when Max kept telling jokes and whipping his head around to see his reaction. Not when Max would hold Carlos’ hand and pulling him into close hugs only to turn and look to Daniel’s reaction.

Daniil was having a field day and he knew Seb was going to learn about this somehow.

He didn’t think about it. Because Max was a kid or whatever and it was weird.

Max sought him out fairly regularly after that, bolstered by being in the same company and paddock. Invigorated at the fact that Daniel responded to him every time.

— - —

Daniel heard the news but he hadn’t quite believed it. He knew RedBull did driver swaps, apparently ‘all the time’ but he didn’t think he ever saw it happen mid season like this. 

He walked into the garage to see the host of cameras and mics. The identical RB12 no longer sported Daniil’s number but now had a large 33 plastered over it. The garage was also sporting the new 3|33 decals. Daniel knew that marketing was having a field day.

He stepped off to the meeting rooms to wait for the crowd to clear, fiddling on his phone. He’d never admit it, not even under the pain of a slow as fuck pitstop, that he was interested to see what the hubbub was about. What could possibly be so good about Max that they would do such a public shaming of Daniil.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but he tweeted a bit and posted a new picture to instagram during the time. The notification banner popped up; maxverstappen_33☑️ 💯💯💯

Daniel grinned to himself, still surprised that Max had kept this up. Still apparently had his post notifications on. The door opened. 

“Daniel that picture was lovely.” Max sat in the seat across from him in the conference room. His RedBull polo was a little askew, and he was smiling widely.

Well, shit.

[w-wren]

Bunny hybrid Y/n x Genshin boys

Featuring :: Albedo, Thoma & Kaeya

Summary :: Just some moments of the three genshin guys with their bunny hybrid girlfriend

Warning :: non-proofread, slightly suggestive…ig?

Word Count :: 1273 words

Since 2023 is the year of the rabbit, I came up with this random idea. Still, if you’re reading, I hope you enjoy!

Albedo

• This man will carry out all kind all sorts of experiments on you. He’ll probably come across a random flower on the street, and go like, “Hmm, I wonder what will happen to Y/n if she eats this?” Of course, being the sweet heart he is, he’ll make sure he takes care of any side effects of his experiments.

• Having a strong passion for drawing, there’s no doubt that he’ll have you pose for all kinds of drawings. Even some…sussy ones. 😏 Your face turned as flaming red as Klee’s bombs when you came across one of your boyfriend’s sussy drawing of, ahem, a certain body part of yours 😏 😏 😏

• As a lover of dessert himself, he often suggests activities such as baking / cooking together. Not having much experience in cooking, he relies mostly on the recipe. You’ll see him spend 90% of the whole baking process reading the cook book. He’ll probably use his alchemy equipment to measure / contain the ingredients, I mean, accuracy counts for a lot, right? (Author-san has never cooked before hehe)

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“So… 10.57g of sucrose, and 0.25g of sodium chloride…” Albedo murmured as he flipped through the cook book. Listening to him, your face just went like ??? “Uh… Bedo? We’re going to bake Sucrose???” The alchemist chuckled a little before he explained, “I’m referring to sugar, not our friend Sucrose.” “O-oh…” Your face immediately flushed red. He gently stroked your soft cheeks before bending down to kiss you on the forehead, “It’s alright darling. I’ll avoid using alchemy terms in the future.” “Mmm…”

After some slight struggling (You dropping the flour onto the ground, you adding too much salt thinking it’s sugar, you dipping your fingers into the bowl to taste some of the batter etc etc) in which your boyfriend just sighed and resolved for the both of you, the both of you were able to put the cake into oven quite quickly.

“Bedo, how long more does it need to bake?” You whined for the who knows how many times. Your ears drooped and a small pout appeared on your face. The man pecked at your huffed cheeks, “Darling, the timer says 25 more minutes.” You groaned, “That’s soooo long!” “Mhm…” “H-hey! B-bedo!” You gasped as your boyfriend suddenly straddled you closer to him, kissing the exposed parts of your breast. You felt his warm breath ghost your sensitive skin as he whispered silkily, “Well… Since we still have another 25mins to wait, I might as well keep the both of us entertained~”

Thoma

• Since you were part rabbit, so you eat carrots, right? That’s why this male wife came up with all sort of carrot dishes for you, like dango which dough is made up of flour + carrot juice, and filling is sweet carrot paste. He only started serving you regular food when you told him, “Uhmm… Thoma, I actually eat other foods apart from carrots too, so you don’t need to make me special food…” His face went blank after that…

• Apart from cooking, Thoma also excels in knitting, which is exactly why challenged himself to knitting you a winter hat. That turned out much harder than expected because he just couldn’t get the measurements of your ears right! “T-Thoma!” You would gasp and whine every time his hand / the ruler touched your sensitive ears. When he finally completed knitting your hat, you refused to wear it! 😫😫😫 “B-but love, you’re supposed to wear it! It’s a hat!” He protested with a small pout. “I might ruin it if I wear it! I don’t want waste your hard work!” You argued. Not wanting to argue with you, the hat officially resigned from being a hat.

• Thoma had a girlfriend and a lot of friends, but another group of companions always gets his special attention — the stray cats and dogs in Inazuma City! He makes them clothes and feeds them. Hearing him blab about those animals everyday, it took a lot of persuasion for you to believe that you were Thoma’s favourite and most adorable animal.

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“Loveee, I promise! Maru doesn’t bite!” “Fine-” Despite having agreed to pet Taroumaru, you immediately withdrew your hand the moment the shiba barked at you. “He was just saying hi!” Thoma tried to persuade you, but you refused to listen. Being the smart dog he was, Taroumaru had his ways of persuading you to give his furry head a stroke.

“A-ah!” You yelped as the shiba leaped out of Thoma’s arms and pounced onto you, knocking you over. He then proceeded to licking you. “H-hey! I-it’s ticklish!” You couldn’t stop giggling as the dog’s tongue lapped against your skin. Seeing Taroumaru enjoying his time, your boyfriend couldn’t help but feel jealous. He knew how childish it was of him to get jealous over a dog, but you’re his girlfriend!

“Good boy, let Y/n have a rest.” Thoma lifted Taroumaru off you before he himself bent down over you, leaving hungry kisses all over your body. “Thoma…” You whined, looking up at the male. “Maru’s had his turn, so now it’s now my turn to enjoy you!”

Kaeya

• Being half rabbit, you were quite tiny, and he will not stop teasing you about your size. You’d hear him go like, “Hmm? Where are you, I don’t think I can see you?” when you’re right in front of him until you get pissed off.

• Another prank he likes to play on you was serving you stir-fried radish with sauce instead of your favourite carrot. After the dark sauce was added, the radish looks convincingly like carrots coz you can’t tell the colour. After falling for that prank once, you always tried to exercise caution when eating that dish cooked by your boyfriend, but you always fell for it anyways. Who could you blame for getting overly hyper whenever a dish looked like carrot?

• After finding out that you were afraid of water, he will unhesitatingly suggest activities like swimming and bathing together. He found it adorable to see your ears fall flat against your head as you trembled slightly. But hey, at least you got to spend time with your lover and get your regular bribe of carrots.

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“K-Kaeya…” You whispered in protest when your boyfriend filled the bathtub up with water and dragged you into bathing with him. You were not going to stepping into that torture tub (bathtub) again! “Aww, but you agreed earlier…” Kaeya was trying so hard to hide his smirk as he said that. “Y-you promised me that there was only going to be half a tub of water!” You retorted, face turning slightly pink as you watched your boyfriend who was already starting to strip himself. “Hmm… I might have poured to much water in…” Kaeya murmured, voice filled with pseudo innocence.

“A-ah!” You yelped out as Kaeya dropped you into the bathtub. You grabbed for the man’s shoulders as you felt your ass slip on the bottom of the bathtub. Compared to the freezing coldness of the bath water which sent shivers down your spine, he felt so warm! “Now my little bunny wants me, huh?” Your boyfriend smirked as he pulled you into an embrace. You made a little “hmph!” sound. If it wasn’t for his genius idea, you wouldn’t be here freezing! He pressed a kiss at the base of your right ear, before praising, “You’ve been a good bunny today, how ‘bout carrots for dinner?” Your ears immediately straightened up in excitement as you pouted, “F-fine… You’d better give me more this time!” “Of course babe.”

[richtofens-hips]

Team 141 x F! Reader part 2

If you haven't read part one of my story, I suggest you read it to get the gist of what is happening

If not, you do you

Call sign: Casanova

Reader is female

<story begins nowwww>

You walk alongside the captain until he pauses at a wall with a rope dangling down. He turns to you and says, "This where most of the soldiers go to get their adrenaline pumping, a quick practice mission. Objective: Exterminate all targets as fast as you can. Understood?"

You nod with a quick, "Aye aye!"

"Your weapons will be on top waiting for you. Good luck."

Right as the word "luck" fell from his lips, you grabbed the rope and began scaling the wall upward. It didn't take you very long, and you got to gaze upon the wonderful rifles laid out in front of you. You decide to go with the FAMAS, a weapon of comfort and check to see if it's reloaded.

"Remember: Once you touch the ground, the timer starts!" Price hollers from below. "Your time will be announced after you complete the objective!"

You glance down and give another nod. You roll your shoulders and sling your gun on your back. You grip the rope with leather gloves to assure you of no burns. You inhale one time, and drop.

Like Price said, instantly a buzzer sounds off. You sprint into the first room and targets pop out of nowhere. You quickly aim and fire and they all get knocked down. The announcer directs you to the next room and you don't hesitate. You shoot the targets perfectly and run down the stairs, where another target waits to surprise you. You expected it and shot it down. You stop behind a wall, and as the announcer directed, threw a flashbang. You raise your gun up and fire.

You slide into the next room and continue your merciless barrage of bullets. You see a big sign reading "END" and slide your a** across the red line. The buzzer sounds and you stand straight, no haggard breathing heard.

"2 minutes and twenty eight seconds."

Your new team mates were waiting for you with awed expressions. Well, except the Skull Boy. You really couldn't see his.

"No way!" Gaz exclaims. He stares at you with wide eyes. "That's insane!"

"Si, muy loca," Rudy agrees, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Ay, the chica knows how to handle a gun and herself," Alejandro says with a wink. You arch a brow and smirk.

"That's not the only thing I can handle."

Soap coughs into his fist and both Price and Ghost blink at you in unison.

Alejandro barks a laugh at your clever response and gives his own smirk. "I bet you can."

"Alright," Price says with a clear of his throat. "You're second place. And the entire base here participated in it."

"Who's first?" you ask, knowing damn well who it was.

"Ghost."

You look at the man in question and he looks back at you. It appears to be more of a glare, but hey, perhaps he's playing hard to get. Two can play at that game.

"Soooo, what now? Am I done?" you question, turning your attention back to the captain.

"Not at all," he says, brows up. "We need to see how good you are at close combat."

You arrive in a room full of mats to make sure no one actually gets injured (f***ing babies). Soldiers are already engaged in hand-to-hand combat, flipping each other on their backs, sweeping them off their feet, blocked punches. You rub your hands together, idly wondering which of the soldiers you were going to attack brutally like an animal-

"Soap, enter the sparring ring with Casanova."

A member of your team? You mean, that made sense.

You kick off your shoes and step on the mats, Soap following suit. He smiles sheepishly at you, scratching his neck.

"Ye know I can't go easy in ya, right?"

"I don't expect you to," you reply breezily, lifting your fists up. "Just become I'm a woman, you shouldn't underestimate me."

"Aye." And he seems to geniunely mean it.

You release a soft "tch" and enter your stance. This will end swiftly.

And it did.

He had waited for you to come closer, waiting to trap you. You went along with it, inching closer and closer. Soap watched you with wary eyes, muscles tensed. You grinned darkly, because you knew you were going to win.

Suddenly, he lashed his arm forward, reaching to grab your arm. You danced away from him, only to snatch his arm and yank him into you, his momentum to fast to get him to stop. You swung yourself around his body while one of your legs bended his knee and you both crashed onto the floor. Your arm wrapped itself around his neck and you pinned one arm to his back. Soap breathed harshly from his nose.

"Fight's over. It's clear who's the winner."

You release Soap from your clutches and he exhales loudly. He turns on his back and you stand up above him. He puts his arms behind his head and has the f***ing audacity to smirk at you.

"Looks like you win this time, Cupcake."

You chuckle and bend down to his face, only an inch apart. You don't miss the way his eyes widened and you smirk right back.

"And don't you forget it, cutie," you purr before standing back up and turning your vision to the captain. He was watching you closely.

"Ghost, enter the ring."

<end of story!>

Oh boy, you get to fight ghost now! Wonder how that's gonna turn out...

I know I said it was supposed to be longer, but I lied 🤷‍♀️ I had to stop it here for the suspense aaaahahaaha

Hate me, idc 😌

Part three is here !!

[herejusttosufferalong]

i agree with what one Anon was saying that L seems like he would be a caring and supportive partner. I remember J posting an endometriosis awareness video on IG sharing her journey and mentioning how her partner (L at the time—I think this was in 2021 idr) would always take care of her and do absolutely everything for her when she couldn’t get out of bed for weeks due to the debilitating pain and it took her like a year to get diagnosed. And took her to the hospital/doctor when they were at his parents’ house and she had a terrible flare-up.

I thought that was really touching, it’s not easy being a caretaker and I think it says a lot about L. I also remember her posts of him getting her thoughtful gifts for her to celebrate her accomplishments, like the dalmatian plushie and food, and going on walks together all the time, all their dates and trips together, visiting his family, and him getting her a new suitcase for christmas when she’d been saying hers was broken and inside was a surprise ticket to amsterdam that said they were leaving that night ��� like whaaat that’s so romantic 😭

but yeah it really makes me wonder what happened between them and why they broke up but ig we’ll never know…

also i see A’s IG posts of all her trips with L, especially the L.A. trip with them exploring the whole city together and going on so many different walks together and him taking so many videos and pics of her that she posted. And it honestly does look romantic, more than just a casual situationship, and i feel like you can tell L’s love language is quality time and that they actually enjoy spending time together. And it’s telling to me that L and N don’t seem to ever spend time together outside of work :( (unless they do and just never post about it which is also possible bc N is very private). but yeah on the flip side it is interesting to me that he didn’t seem to have spoken to N about re-evaluating their (very soft…) boundaries for the PR tour once he was with A which I think was disrespectful to A and is a bit of a red flag to me if i’m honest. and yeah also like the whole fboy era and age gap situation are also red flags to me but ig people are all more complex than their most questionable choices. but in summary i still hope he and N get together one day lmao or at least that they both find their best and happiest matches

He really was different with J but we also had a lot more insight into their relationship than we do with him and A.

I would agree as well about quality time and it being one of L’s love languages as well as words of affirmation.

[butmakeitgayblog]

I have a strong dislike for the people on the fringes of Alycia's core friends group. They are the ones who make the little comments about her fanbase while her core friends have embraced her fanbase.

Well I'm not entirely sure who you're even talking about or what happened, but generally speaking idrgaf what people think anyway. People always got opinions on every damn thing you do, think, feel, and enjoy, and some people just like to ridicule the things that don't fall entirely within their own little hiveminded interests. Some people really never mentally leave high school, they're eternally the class bully, so it's not even worth paying attention to. So that's a pretty good point to start at. Like what you like, ignore other people.

That being said, my opinion on this is - in a general sense - split, because tbh it is true that there is a decent portion of her fanbase who act absolutely fucking wild and inappropriate, and it is weird. If you've ever ventured into her comments section? My insides necrotize instantaneously from embarrassment on her behalf more often than not. And they do it under other people's posts that involve her too! They'll dm her friends and costars asking about her, jump on people's IG lives and only talk about her (they used to do this to poor Colman regularly, god bless and protect that man), I've seen them do really fucking creepy location tracking on her friends/bf to try and pry into her personal life.

Like. She does have fans that do overstep lines on a regular basis and it is gross and weird. That behavior should be called out, and it makes sense that it is fucking tiring to deal with. I'm sure Alycia complains about it to them herself! I would too! I would also get tired if under every single post - including posts about new projects and new work I've done - people spammed it with messages about old roles that I had finished years prior. I would also get annoyed if people constantly made directly sexual comments right to me and my posts without any regard to my comfort. I would feel embarrassed af if people went to my friends pages and left those same comments, or ignored my friend's wonderful accomplishments just to talk about me. It's not hard to be decent to someone, and yet some people just do not care.

On the flip side of that, some people are just professional haters and extremely pretentious/self aggrandizing. Some people truly are only happy when they're ridiculing other people because it gives them self-validation 🤷‍♀️. Most ardent fans of celebs tend to be women as well, and historically anything women do or like is cause for shaming and mocking because misogyny and internalized misogyny is very real. A dude can know literally every single piece of trivia about their favorite athlete and follow their entire career and they're just deemed "a loyal fan", but a woman could know a bunch of factoids about her fave celeb and support their career and suddenly she's "a weird obsessive fanatic." There's always going to be double standards, which is why I say at some point you have to just like what you like and say fuck you to everything else. Especially when you're a queer woman (which the majority of her fans are) and your interest is intrinsically queer-based, because whew buddy the only thing worse than a woman liking things is a gay woman liking things.

Ya know. Cuz we're icky 🥰😘

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Warnings: Incest (duh) Mild smut ig?

Masterlist

Part 17

Harrenhal was as eerie and daunting as ever, which only added to Jace's nerves as he paced back and forth in the empty and dimly lit hall of the castle whilst awaiting the arrival of someone from the green council to negotiate. Daemon had accompanied him, but he knew he was only there for his own reasons.

The sound of distant footsteps echoed from the hallways, getting louder and louder by the minute until the person walked in, taking both Jace and Daemon by surprise.

"Prince Aemond" Jace curtly greeted, exchanging glances with Daemon. He was expecting Otto or perhaps another member of the council and not Aemond himself to arrive for negotiations. Yet here he was, looking as stoic and intimidating as ever- clad in midnight black from head to toe, armed with his dagger, long sword and his dragon awaiting in the courtyard along with some of the knights from King's Landing, no doubt- the same way knights from Dragonstone had accompanied Daemon and Jace.

"Lord Strong" Aemond said with a grin before he chuckled mockingly, arms clasped behind his back "ah- apologies, you go by Velaryon, don't you? Or was it Targaryen? I'm not sure which lie you went along with"

Jace clenched his jaw as he heaved a long sigh, trying his very best to subdue his anger. It was clear that Aemond was only trying to wind him up, the same way he'd done at that sad excuse of a family dinner. He wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction this time.

"If you are done playing the fool uncle, I would like to get along with the negotiations" Jace began "now about-"

"Since when did lords suddenly get comfortable enough to make demands from the king, hm?" Aemond raised a brow, relishing in the fact that Jace was getting irritated by the minute "you are in no position to make any negotiations. It is I who has come with the terms from my brother"

"I am heir to the throne" Jace almost immediately snapped "I have every right to demand what was taken away from me"

"If I recall correctly, Rhaenyra had chosen Y/N, my betrothed, as her successor before Aegon was named heir" Aemond gave him a shit-eating grin just to tick him off "and I'm sure this is something prince Daemon would agree with as well"

"It was never formally announced" Jace tried to avoid eye contact with Daemon since he knew the older prince wasn’t really on his side "before my mother passed, it was I who she named heir"

"Rather convenient, how the line of succession is changed only when the former heir is on their deathbed with no witnesses to confirm"

All heads turned to find princess Y/N standing in the doorway.

Aemond was even more surprised to see her here in comparison with the others. From what he knew, she wasn’t allowed to leave the Red Keep, Otto had made this very clear. Aemond had of course told her earlier that day he was leaving for Harrenhal to carry out negotiations, despite being told not to, which ended up in yet another argument. Still, he didn’t expected for her to make herself present as well. Gods, how did she manage to sneak past the guards all the way to the dragon pit?

"I must address my confusion" she said with a stern tone as she walked in "you lot seem to be arguing over a throne that doesn’t belong to either of you"

"What are you doing here?" Aemond asked in a hushed tone when she was standing next to him.

"There was to be a negotiation, so I heard" she innocently told him, momentarily glancing toward Jace "I am heir to the iron throne, so it does leave me wondering what gives you and Aegon the pass to put forth terms of your own"

Daemon smirked proudly at his daughter.

"I do take your side when you say Aegon is not the rightful ruler" Jace spoke, taking a few steps toward the princess "but you must know that the person who is to sit the throne is me"

"I have taken your side and kept my mouth shut about certain things on countless occasions Jace" Y/N coldly addressed him "but I will no longer vouch for you when you have made it so clear that you do not support my claim"

"But the crown is mine-"

"If bastards had a claim, the Targaryens would’ve been overthrown years ago from their rule" she immediately snapped with so much venom it left a snake looking harmless in comparison "you should know your place Jace, do not play a game in which you have no chance at winning"

Jace was at a loss for words and this time, he did not have his grandsire nor his mother at his side to speak in his favour.

"And as for you, my betrothed" Y/N turned toward Aemond who was brazenly grinning at Jace who had been put in his place, something he found oddly satisfactory "I shall have you know that my loyalties lie with people who have in turn shown loyalty to me. So you need to decide whose side you’re on. Your brother won’t be on that throne for much longer and I won’t be as tolerant when that happens"

Y/N looked around and smirked ever so slightly when both men stood silent at her words whilst her father continued to proudly admire her.

"I shall pardon both you and Aegon" she turned to face Jace "if you bend the knee and swear fealty to me as your queen, thus renouncing each of your claims to the throne"

"Y/N..." Aemond began but she was quick to cut him off.

"Those are my terms, prince Aemond" she firmly told him, eyes burning with the very same fire that she felt in her heart "fire will rain and all will burn. For the sake of your family, I would urge you to remind them of who the crown truly belongs to"

Jace was truly at a loss for words. He was well aware that Y/N was a feisty one, bold and never one to back down from a fight but he never expected for her be so ruthless and to so openly call him a bastard.

"I shall ask you both to leave me be, I wish to speak with my father" she shifted her attention toward Daemon, who had his arms crossed over his chest. By the amused look plastered over his face, he seemed to be enjoying this whole thing.

Aemond heaved a long sigh before he stormed out with a grunt, making his way toward the long and empty hallway to give his princess some privacy. Jace seemed hesitant but then soon caved in, not wanting to start something with Y/N. He was hoping to have her on his side and that would be difficult if he made an enemy out of her.

Her father would rather obviously side with her, even her step-sisters Baela and Rhaena. That already meant their dragons would outnumber his and Luke's three to two. Not to mention Daemon had a number of men in the city watch still loyal to him and Y/N had the vale behind her. With Baela and Rhaena on her side, it also meant Rhaenys would most likely join her granddaughters, which added another dragon to their side. If Rhaenys joined them it would also leave Jace at risk of losing his strongest ally, lord Corlys.

"Iksā mirre mazverdagon bē" Daemon beamed at his daughter with pride once the others had left. He most certainly was rather joyous to see her stand up for herself and her right to being queen- something he wanted for her for years now.

"You're all grown up"

"Mirri jēdi nyke pendagon lo mirre hen bisa iksis skoros nyke jeldan" the girl huffed, all of her previous show of confidence withering away in front of her father. Her eyes refused to meet his, not wanting for him to see her in such an exhausted state.

"Sometimes I wonder if this is what I even wanted"

"Skoros gaomagon ao nūmāzma, ñuha perzys?" Daemon asked tenderly, a sight not many got to see.

"what do you mean, my flame?"

"Is all of this really worth it? All these fights, these conflicts," she asked, voice dripping with dejection "I never really grew up dreaming of being queen, then I was chosen as heir and suddenly that was all I ever wanted but what if I'm wrong. What if I've convinced myself that it's what I want?"

"My sweet child, that throne is your birthright" Daemon tried to remind her "you know the truth of Rhaenyra's sons, they are in no position to lay claim to it"

"I aspire to be a good queen, beloved and respected by all" Y/N almost scoffed at her own statement "but I'm sure I've already made two enemies of both princes awaiting me outside"

"We both know Aemond could never come to hate you no matter what you'd do. Furthermore, I know he wishes to be king. With you as queen he will be your king consort, the closest thing to his desire" Daemon rolled his eyes, as if Aemond being king was something he found rather odd "as for Jace, he is well aware of his legitimacy"

"I truly don’t wish to start a war-"

"There will be a war regardless" the rogue prince took a step forward, voice subtly shifting from tender to stern "Aegon isn't going to just abdicate the throne and if you don’t fight for your crown then Jace will. Do you want him on that throne instead of you?"

"No, of course not but-"

"Then don’t even for a second think of backing down after all of this" he interrupted her "I've done everything I could to make you heir. I dissolved my marriage with Rhea, wedded Rhaenyra, convinced her to-"

"Dissolved the marriage with muña?" Y/N tilted her head with confusion. She was aware her father did not love her mother and he did try to have their marriage dissolved but he was never granted that wish "your marriage ended when muña died whilst she was out hunting"

Daemon opened his mouth to say something but then immediately shut up to take a deep breath.

Y/N knew there was something more to it, she could tell by the way her father turned slightly to avoid looking at her. How he clenched his jaw and drew deep breaths.

"What?" she asked, prying for an answer that she deep down had a horrible feeling about.

"I did all of this for you" he said, eyes still not meeting her's "so that you could have the throne that was denied to me"

"Kepa, what are you saying?"

"You would never have been named heir if I wasn’t wedded to Rhaenyra" he told her "granted I married Laena but that was only because Rhaenyra was wedded off to Laenor. But I put things right, I wedded her-"

"You did not answer me" she sharply interrupted.

"I wanted my marriage to your mother to be dissolved yes, but my brother denied that request" Daemon sighed, something he realised he was doing a lot during this conversation "so, I took matters into my own hands and took care of it"

Y/N's heart dropped down to her stomach.

"Say it" she lowly demanded, voice barely even audible "what did you do.."

"I killed her" Daemon darkly admitted, voice just as low as his daughter's "I only did it for you-"

"No, no don’t you dare tell me you murdered my mother for my sake" Y/N's eyes rose to meet his, her voice sounding dangerous as she tried her very best not to scream "you think I would want that? For my mother to be taken from me so that I might rule? You only wanted to fulfil your own desire to rule through me!"

"I thought you wanted this as well?"

"I only wanted it because you convinced me that I did" Y/N snapped. She was filled with so much rage that she felt like setting this very castle on fire to let out her frustrations "you have no other use for me apart from seeing your blood on the throne"

"That is not true Y/N-"

"Not another word" she harshly barked at him, not caring in the slightest how disrespectful that must’ve sounded. She couldn’t bare to look at him.

She never knew her mother well, that was something she could thank her father for. It was already hard enough for her with her father always being absent from court, having her mother at her side would’ve made things a lot easier.

She stormed out the hall, running into Jace on her way out.

"This meeting is at an end" she quickly told him, her mind racing as her heart began to hammer with the news she's just received. She knew she wouldn’t be able to think straight in the moment "I shall send a raven to further discuss things"

And with that she marched straight past him, leaving the boy feeling more confused than ever.

She walked toward Aemond and seized him by the arm, dragging him after her.

"What is it?" he asked as he looked at her with utmost concern. It was clear that she was troubled by something and wanted to know what so that he might be able to help her if need be.

But the girl didn’t answer him, she most certainly wasn’t in the best headspace to have a conversation right this instant. She needed to take her mind off everything.

The throne,

The green council,

The black council,

Her father,

Her mother,

Everything.

She dragged him into one of the many empty rooms in the castle and slammed shut the door behind her before she crashed her lips into his to pull him in for a hungry kiss.

Aemond was taken aback by her sudden desire to kiss him with such desperation, especially since all they'd been doing in the past few days was arguing. He couldn’t deny that he did miss how things used to be between them and with her kissing him after such a long time, it left him craving for more and he immediately melted into it.

Y/N tugged at his clothes with unwavering desperation, in a hurry for him to be rid of them and Aemond obliged. He was quick to slip his coat off, soon followed by his belt from which his sword and dagger hung and then the next to join them on the floor was his shirt. His hands wandered all over the princess before he finally unlaced her dress, helping her out of her underskirts once her dress had pooled at her feet.

Y/N ran her hands through his soft white hair, tugging on it slightly that made him growl into her mouth.

"More Aemond~" she breathlessly whispered into the kiss "I need more"

Aemond soon had her pinned against the wall, his hot mouth immediately latching on to her nipple, tongue swirling around her areola as she slowly began to grind down on his thigh, making a wet spot on his trousers.

In truth, Aemond had almost no experience when it came to intimacy further than this. He'd only ever been with a woman once at a whorehouse when he was far too young and it left him feeling rather defiled than anything else.

But with Y/N it was different. With her, he wanted for it to happen; he just didn’t know what he needed to do. Furthermore, he knew there was something bothering her and he felt as though her current actions were only influenced by it.

"Y/N" he breathed out, pulling away to look into her eyes "not like this"

"Huh.." the girl pouted slightly with disappointment, not too happy about having to stop when she was only just starting to loose herself to it "Aemond please I-"

"What happened back there?" he tried again, referring to her and Daemon's conversation "what got you so riled up?"

Y/N wanted to tell him, but held her tongue. She was not in the right headspace, this much she knew. She needed to be alone, isolated from all of them; some place to gather her thoughts and process everything.

"Nothing" she mumbled as she left his embrace to dress herself "I just need to think, that’s all"

Taglist: @ladybug0095 @sahvlren @bunny24sstufff @dellalyra @ellabellabus07 @champomiel @fan-goddess @lilostif16

[mrs-monaghan]

Jkk probably feel the need to defend V's behavior lately, because if they don't then they're left questioning his loyalty to Jm regarding Jk. The day V tells Jk he likes him the most or that he likes him to his face, then what? When V did that in front of Jk and said all of that to Jm, even causing Jm to tell him to stop when he kept telling him he liked him, it was written off as soulmates, besties, even with people trying to defend Jk, saying it was wrong if he's dating Jm. If V was willing to tell Jm he likes him and not be joking and later on say he likes Jm the most right in front of Jk, then what would stop V from flipping the script and doing it to Jk now, since they seem closer lately?

I don't think V would do that tho, because it is Jm he likes the most, not Jk & Jk wouldn't ever let V do something like to that Jm, but if Mr. Unpredictable ever did tho, I'm betting it wouldn't be written off as besties/soulmates, like it was with Vmin. We had Jk saying from a friend & Jm's actual panic waiting for what V was gonna say to him, then Jm looking at Jk after V said that to him & Jin's side eye & Suga yelling to break the tension. They all knew & braced for impact lol. He's not a horrible person, he loves Jikook, but he's unpredictable & enjoys trolling & kinda does before he thinks. Example, Going live from Jk's house without asking permission. If Jikook are dating, I imagine that didn't sit right with Jm & calling out people for saying it was wrong, cause they don't want to admit they themselves know its wrong, isn't okay. You may think its right, doesn't mean someone else does & no one has a right to say you can't feel its wrong. Jm is very patient with V cause he loves him & V just told Jm he loves him openly on IG just 4 mons ago, so I think Vmin are fine, but there are limits & patience can wear thin, even when it comes to besties.

what would stop V from flipping the script and doing it to JK now, since they seem closer lately?

Who's side are u on anon?

I love this video sm!! God Bless the person on twitter who made it 😂😂😂

No, but really, anon you have to watch how u say things. We live in a world where Tkkrs sent death threats to V pretending to be Jkkrs so they can make us look bad. We have them using Jimin as their PPs so they can lure people into the cult. So I am very cautious, alright? Let's be careful about how we word things so I don't side eye u 🤭🤭

Just because we don't see Jikook out and about like we used to, don't mean Tkk are now closer than Jkk. U know what, I wanna talk about this. The vermin can yell till the cows come home but we only have 2 legit instances of them being spotted together. 2. TWO instances. Bowling

And the musical

The end.

Every other instance has been made up and doesn't exist. The snowboarding which later turned into ice skating??? The way that story kept changing? And the fact that JK who hates the cold was ice skating without gloves and that's how a fan spotted him? 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Then we have the TT ontop of that one hotel. Where they supposedly spent the night together

Never mind that other members were present too and a certain girl group was also staying there. ☕

Speaking of the TT (that was for work) I have never seen anyone bring this up so I will. When this TT got posted I was trying so hard to figure out what or who I was looking at.

It was hard. Alright? Go to the comment section and see Trashkookers complain how they wish the video was clearer. The fact that I needed to check the tags to know who was dancing 🤭🤭 And so when this happened my Jikook brain couldn't help but wonder; editor - JK did he do this on purpose? Would he have edited the TT the same way if he had done it with Jimin? With Hobi? Was this him denying the cult content? We know he don't like them. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Food for thought. 🤔

Moving on swiftly....

Back to your ask my darling anon. I'm sorry your one sentence sent me into a tangent. 🙏🏽 I pretty much agree with everything u said. I will clip Jimin looking at JK during that Vmin moment so we can all enjoy it together.

Notice how Jimin didn't say "I like you the most too?" Is it because there's another person at that table that he likes the most? 👀 But the kicker is when Jimin looks at JK immediately after saying that. Immediately. Gee, I wonder why. 🤭

You know what this moment reminds me of? Bon voyage season 4 episode 6.

Jimin says he wants to sleep in the tent WHILE LOOKING AT JK. JK tells him to go ahead. No one else, just JK

Jimin repeats again *while still looking at JK* that him and Suga were gonna sleep in the tent. And JK nods.

👁👃🏽👁

This reads to me like Jimin was asking for permission here. He gets it the first time but once again feels the need to reiterate; babe, I will be in the tent with Suga. 🤭🤭

But like i said before. We don't talk about Yoonmin 🤫🤫🤫

[morbidgvtz]

vent 03

tw -- 3d / motivation ig ?

i truly don ' t understand how people can dismiss 3d ' s as the vain struggle of teen girls . we are slowly bringing ourselves closer to death . that is the whole point of this . it is the opposite of shallow . we are dying . that could not be further from " shallow " , nothing could possibly be less of a fitting descriptor .

tonight was not my last binge . in fact , i probably will binge again tomorrow , and perhaps again the day after . that ' s not the point . it ' s not about my actions shifting . it ' s not like a switch is going to flip and i will stop having urges to binge . i will likely always have the urge to binge . and it ' s not like there ' s going to be a " this is the last binge , and after this , i ' ll never binge again . " that ' s not how this works .

the point is the feeling that i ' ve captured . the feeling as i listen to music in the dead of night , as i post on this blog , as i sleep in my living room right next to the ac bc it ' s too warm in my room . these small details sound like nothing , hardly relevant , but really , these details are what make up the image . i can taste it -- the nostalgia . i ' m nostalgic for this moment , here and now , because i can feel it .

my honeymoon phase is back , and here to stay . i can tell that i ' ll look back on this moment in longing and wonder . i wonder if this is what it ' s like to be happy to be alive , to know that you ' re at your peak here , in this moment . because perhaps i shall romanticize what will come next -- the weight loss , and everything that will come with it . but i think i will romanticize most these days , these nights . this night where i binged , where i lost control ... and then i took it back . this is me taking back control .

self -- look . which made you happier ? eating that greasy , dry chicken , that oily popcorn , standing stock still scared in the kitchen as you heard your parents move about upstairs , terrified they ' d hear the wrappers crinkling or the fridge door opening and closing . losing yourself completely as you binged -- only truly becoming aware after the fact , because during , you were completely dissociated , dead to the world .

or this moment , right here , right now . feel it . don ' t you feel alive ? alive like you haven ' t felt in a very , very long time ? you can feel a little magic coming your way . the world looks beautiful like it hasn ' t since you were a child .

this is not a singular choice . it ' s not like you decide to climb a set of stairs and that causes you to reach the top . the decision is only the beginning . on one hand , it ' s vexing . it ' s so difficult to make that decision , so difficult to climb , you keep climbing up a few steps then slipping down again , poor thing .

but ! look at it this way . this moment , right here , right now , is only possible because of that decision to climb those stairs . as you decide to purposely bring yourself closer to death , your mind trembles and your eyes see colors brighter and more vibrant . you can taste the oil of the chicken in your mouth and it tastes like poison , like dirt , like concrete .

on one hand , yes , it is a difficult journey . but ! lift your head up . look . look at how beautiful everything looks . your mind tries to trick you , deceive you , steal you back into that cotton coffin of chronic dissociation . don ' t let it ! because you know now . you ' ve documented it , i ' m documenting it , and now we shall remember .

the world looks beautiful when you ' re st4rving . half - dead , half transported to the spiritual plane already , you see the spirits in everything , and , like a ghost , the sheer act of eating what you do eat feels new , thrilling .

i understand why all of you compare your lives to movies . it is not vanity or a hopeless attempt at romanticization . it is a metaphor ! because as one starves , everything takes on new meaning , every single action carrying significance , just as if you were on the set of a movie . this is not delusion . this is because as you bring yourself closer to death , time slows ever so slightly . adrenaline runs through your veins . and you are fully in the present , because your mind will tolerate nothing less . it senses a threat , and awakens you . no possibility of rest while you are dying .

i read on an 3d forum that when your bmi ' s get closer to the 16 ' s , you will sometimes startle awake from sleep in the middle of the night , gasping for breath , your heart racing . this is because your heart has slowed down dangerously , and your body only just realized , and it forcefully woke you up to make sure you were still alive .

i truly don ' t understand how people can dismiss 3d ' s as the vain struggle of teen girls . we are slowly bringing ourselves closer to death . that is the whole point of this . it is the opposite of shallow . we are dying . that could not be further from " shallow " , nothing could possibly be less of a fitting descriptor .

[cuephrase]

okay hi! I was the one who asked about how you get into comics cuz they're confusing and intimidating 😭 your answer was super helpful! I've been making a list as well as starting off with some like 'non-canon' stuff. (ig thats what its called? not main continuity)

I have another question though! I always see fans talk about liking and disliking different writers - are there any you personally like/ should stay away from? I always hear people complain about tom taylor specifically 😭

oh hi!! i'm so glad my answer was helpful, goal achieved!! yeah, i'd call it not main continuity, bc they are canon in their own little spheres...the licensed AUs. even if they're not main continuity, i think they can go a long way in easing you in/keeping you engaged as you brave the more intimidating aspects of comics.

WFA was that for me, actually. (which. ik is grounds to get me shot/invalidate every comic opinion i could ever have in some circles, but tbh i care a lot less about the opinions of people that uptight about this franchise than i used to, and i'm much happier for it. something can be flawed and still be fun, yk?)

BUT- to answer your question:

full transparency, while i am great with names irl, as far as comics go i drowned myself in so much content that i missed a tonnnn of names, and i've only really started learning names recently + they tend to be names of newer/current authors. for awhile i actually knew more artists names, believe it or not.

that being said, okay. hmmm.

so overall: writers that you're going to hear about a lot will fall into like, 2.5 groups, sort of a venn diagram. they are- Controversial, Loved, and Current. Current is the .5 group, because it overlaps with the other two. in my experience, you will hear about Controversial and Current the most- Loved is going to have like a few names that are just generally well-received, not that some people won't like them but like the majority is rocking with them.

some names you might hear a lot include

Devin Grayson

Chuck Dixon

Scott Lobdell

Tom King

Tom Taylor

Geoff Johns

there're almost definitely more but like, that's who immediately comes to mind.

writers will be Controversial for a range of reasons, but their writing being bad/unpopular is not the only reason.

i think knowing why people dislike an author can be super useful, i think meta is really interesting. but i personally have never avoided reading something purely off of the writer alone for two reasons, those being-

i like to form my own opinions. even if i think i'll probably agree, i like to experience it for myself so that i get full context.

with the exception of one writer (that ik by name), every writer that i've read and been like "wow i don't like this", they've written something else that i've enjoyed.

i said this in a response to a different ask, (about tom taylor actually lmao), but-

if you're interested in reading [tom taylor's] run, you should. other people disliking a run is like...idk if this is going to make sense, but it's kind of like knowing the weather. you'll be like "hey, there's rain" and then you can either a) choose not to go outside, b) grab a coat and umbrella, or c) pull on a swimsuit and go dance. no wrong choices! maybe you get outside and it's more of a light drizzle, or maybe it's basically a tropical storm and you book it back inside and start batting down the hatches.

basically, what i'm trying to get at is, if something looks interesting to you, i don't want you to be put off or feel bad for being interested (or even liking it, if you try it out!!) bc you've seen that some people seem to really dislike the writer.

on the flip side, reading stuff going into it thinking "everyone loves this!!" can be it's own problem, especially if you're new to comics, bc if you don't like it, you might be discouraged. like case in point, tom taylor's nightwing run was super hyped up for me so when i got to it and was underwhelmed i was like, oh. it made me wonder if i was missing something/reading them wrong, and also, like if everyone loves this and i don't, will i like comics? (hell yeah i would, i love comics but damn if i didn't get skeptical for a hot minute there.)

now to answer your question about writers i like/would stay away from:

i....don't really know.

like okay, i'm really enjoying the Batman/Superman: World's Finest run a whole lot rn, right, and that's written by Mark Waid. i already had Impulse on my tbr, but i was more excited to read it when i found out Waid was the writer, because of how much i enjoy B/S:WF.

or like Chip Zdarsky. pretty sure tumblr hates him, but i personally really enjoy his batman run, i like it so much actually, not that i think it's perfect, but omg does all the hate entertain me, and i really liked his jason & bruce story in Batman: Urban Legends, and i have Batman: The Knight on my tbr and i was more excited to read it when i saw that he wrote it.

however, if i saw them attached to a project that didn't immediately interest me, whether bc of the characters or concept, i wouldn't check it out just because they're writing it, yk? somewhere along my comics reading journey i may find writers like that, but i haven't yet.

(also the only reason ik their names is because they're writing current runs that i'm following lmao)

and it's kind of the inverse with writers who i'm not fond of, where if the project interests me, i'll check it out anyways, heaving a big sigh as i do.

i do plan on paying more attention to writers, bc i'm curious to see who i tend to like/dislike and why. like since i just finished reading through all of the Nightwing runs, i plan on ranking the writers once Tom Taylor's run wraps up, just for fun.

but yeah!! ik which runs i like/don't like and why, and that's about it.

idk if this was helpful at all, i'm lowkey afraid it wasn't, but hopefully it was!!

tysm for asking, and as always, i'm more than happy to answer any other questions you may have!! my inbox/dms are open 🫶🏼

[thegambitgazette]

Knight Meets Writer

A/N: These are just drabbles from my DR. Context - I’m an Eternal similar to the Fates in Greek mythology that was sorta kicked out and continued to live my life on Earth. I went by different names over time and spent my years writing. Powers include manipulating strings of fate and seeing bits and pieces of the past and future.

Word count: 3304

Warnings: none? slight angst ig

Summary: how I first met Steve and Bucky

I forced a closed-lipped smile through a bite of my cinnamon roll. All I wanted was a peaceful afternoon to write, but a girl could dream. I only got a sentence and a half out before some guy grabbed the seat in front of me and snagged my journal from me. Eddie Frank, the football player that dozed off or made too much noise in our history class. He’d make his opinions on women in higher education abundantly clear, but he’d also made his interest in me transparent..

The irony didn’t escape me. I was less than one hundred years from hitting seven thousand years old, which meant I had more college degrees than anyone around. History, biology, criminal justice—hey, I had to fill my time with something. Going by a new identity meant rebuilding that reputation over and over again. Not that I minded too much. I loved learning, and I got to move around and study in different places.

Being as old as I was also meant that I had zero patience for children like Eddie Frank. I swallowed the bite of my pastry and reached over to grab my journal back, but he was faster.

“You know, I always wonder what you’re scribbling in there,” he said, casually flipping through the pages.

“None of your business, Eddie!” I reached over the table to try and grab it again, but he pulled his arm back, knocking it straight onto a passerby.

I let out a disgruntled cry as my journal fell to the floor, along with the patron’s coffee. The drink splashed all over my book, and both the passerby and I swore in frustration. If ever I ran into Phastos again, I’d ask for a way to make paper and ink not so easily soiled. There went the likely next best American novel.

The stranger, a short and skinny young man in a suit clearly too big for him, picked up the journal and held it out. Eddie moved to grab it, but the stranger pulled back and looked at me. “Is he bothering you, ma’am?” His voice came out deeper than I expected. Usually, I’d get fed up. Another man trying to come to the rescue. But something about the sincere look in his eyes had me truly believing that he had genuine intentions and wasn’t just trying to make himself look good. Something about him felt familiar, too.

“That’s my book,” I said, nodding to it.

He handed the notebook to me with a tight smile. “Sorry about the coffee.”

“No, no.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry you lost your drink. Thank you, uh…”

“Steve.” He held out a hand.

I took it with a smile, finally remembering where I recognized him. “Rogers, right? We’re in American History together. Professor McClain.”

He beamed. “Yeah, I’ve seen you around. Ursula, right?”

Eddie cleared his throat. “Kid, if you couldn’t tell, we’re in the middle of something here.”

Steve noticed my discomfort, his brows drawing together in concern as he looked between us. I pursed my lips. It would be best if he just went on his way and let me handle it. It’d be over soon, anyway.

“I think you’re done here, buddy,” Steve interjected. “Why don’t you let the lady do her work?”

Not like I have anything to work with anymore. I inhaled sharply and gently pushed Steve’s shoulder. “It’s fine, Steve. Don’t—”

Eddie stood up, his chair scratching the floor in a loud protest. He easily shadowed Steve in both height and build, but the latter didn’t shrink at all. “You wanna say that again, punk?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. This could only end up badly. Steve cocked his chin up, refusing to back down. “I said, ‘I think you’re done here.’”

Without another word, Eddie grabbed Steve by the neckline of his collar and dragged him outside and towards a back alley behind the coffee shop. I swore under my breath before piling all of my books into my messenger back and racing out after them. A damp journal could be salvaged, but I didn’t want to imagine how broken Eddie would leave Steve.

By the time I reached them, Steve was already on the floor, wiping at his busted lip. Don’t get back up. Don’t get back up.

He stood up, bracing two arms up to protect his face.

“Didn’t you have enough?” Eddie sneered.

“I can do this all day.” Steve threw a right hook, but faltered, allowing Eddie to knock him aside once more.

“Hey!” another voice rang.

I didn’t stop to check who it was, instead dropping my bag and hurling the hardcover journal right at Eddie’s head. He turned to me, eyes incredulously wide. I didn’t wait for him to say a word before hurling another book from my bag. That one hit his chest. “Leave him alone, Eddie!”

I realized my mistake as he stalked towards me. I couldn’t just materialize a weapon here or use any other sort of magic, not while there could be onlookers. Before he came within a foot from me, someone else pulled him back and threw him against the wall of the building. I looked up at none other than James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s best friend and the university knight in shining armor, as the ladies called him. Unlike Eddie, he didn’t act cocky about it, but I knew a few other girls in my class well enough to know that he also knew them well enough.

“Are we really gonna do this again, Eddie?” James asked, as if bored.

Eddie turned to face him before holding his hands up in a surrender and scampering off. I huffed. Knight in shining armor indeed. He turned to me with a lopsided smile. “Are you alright?”

I nodded and gestured to the books strewn on the ground. “I think I got him more than he got me.”

He chuckled and picked them up. “That you did. You’ve got a nice arm, Ursula.” He handed me the books.

“You know my name?”

He already had his attention on Steve, unable to hear my question. “And what am I gonna do with you?”

“He had it coming,” Steve said before looking at me. “Seriously, are you okay?”

I snorted. “You should see yourself, Rogers.”

“Eh, I’ll be fine.”

“No, come on. Let me at least get you another coffee.”

Steve waved it off, still with a smile despite his bruises and cuts. Bucky blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, what if I take you for coffee sometime?” he asked.

My jaw dropped. Did he just ask me on a date? From the corner of my eye, I saw Steve shake his head, used to his friend’s flirtatious antics. Right, he did this with a lot of women. It could be fun, though. I wanted to say yes, see where it took us, but something about those fate strings urged me to say no. Not now, not the right time. I couldn’t fight it; I never had been able to fight it. Fate wanted what she wanted. I forced a smile, looking at him through my lashes. “Maybe some other time, Barnes.”

With a final nod to them both, I turned away.

~

I started seeing Steve and Bucky more often around campus, be it in the halls or coming and going from class. It started off with Bucky calling my name whenever he saw me or Steve waving whenever we crossed paths, and then it became a small game of who would spot each other first.

They caught me one moment while I was sitting on a bench at the university plaza. My friend and roommate, Dottie, and I wanted to get some fresh air in between classes and would sit on that stone bench. I’d take the time to just write whatever my brain came up with to declutter all of the class work. When I wrote, I had a habit of getting lost in my own world of characters and adventure, so much so that I didn’t hear the loud, “Ursula!” from across the plaza.

Not until I felt the soft pat of a notebook on my head and looked up to see Bucky with a small pout. “You didn’t hear me, doll.”

I scoffed, softly pushing his arm away, but I couldn’t help the small smile itching my face. “Sorry, James.” I held up my own journal, a new one that I had to buy because the old one was just destroyed with coffee stains. “Writing.”

He tucked his book away in his own bag. “Oh!” Again with that lopsided grin goddammit it. “Can I read some?”

Absolutely not. “You read?” Idiot.

He feigned an offended expression. “Yes, I do! The Hobbit is my favorite.”

Dottie cleared her throat. “Ursula, are you gonna introduce me to your friend?” She had a sparkle in her eyes as she looked between the two of us, clearly bubbling on upset that I didn’t tell her I knew the knight in shining armor.

My cheeks heated up at the slight realization that Bucky—Bucky—enraptured me in my own little world as deftly as my writing did. “Dottie, this is James. James, this is my friend—”

“Dottie!” she held out a hand, which Bucky took. “Tell me. How do you know Ursula?”

I gaped. Before I could say anything, Bucky spoke up. “We had a run in at Amorette’s. Well, more like an alley behind Amorette’s. I was catching up with my friend when I saw her just hurl a book at a guy, and of course my friend was right on the other side of it.”

A hesitant laugh escaped my lips. “It was Eddie.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Bucky held out a cup of coffee. “For you.”

I looked at him quizzically. “Me?”

“Yeah! The lady at the dining hall gave me the wrong kind and Steve is in class, so.”

I set my journal aside and took the coffee. “Thanks, James.” I had to admit that the guy was charming, in his own dorky way. If I were any less stubborn, I’d admit that I had the wrong impression of him. Sure, he had the confidence and suaveness of any guy that looked the way he did, but he didn’t push or brag about himself to get a girl’s attention. Then again, he could have just been acting friendly and wasn’t really trying to flirt or anything. Gods, I couldn’t be misreading the signals, could I? Maybe he took my rejection from the other day and stuck with it. Any decent person would.

“You know you can call me Bucky. Everyone does,” he said, snapping me out of my spiraling train of thought.

I smiled, suddenly feeling shy about calling him by his nickname. “Alright, Bucky.”

“Hey, Bucky!” Steve walked up to his friend, a confused look on his face. “You said you’d be back in twenty minutes after getting that c—”

“Ah-ah!” Bucky quickly covered Steve’s mouth. “I think its time for my next lecture. I’ll see you around, Ursula. Dottie, nice to meet you.”

As he pushed Steve away, Dottie called out, “We’re going out dancing if you guys wanna join! Meet up at Amorette’s at 8?”

“Dottie!” I scolded. We had absolutely no plans to go out.

“Sure!” Bucky called back.

Okay, maybe now I had plans to go out.

~

The crisp night air pricked my skin, making me wish that I wore some sort of cowl or sweater over this dress. Dottie refused to let me go out in one of my older dresses and instead lent me a teal blue number that scooped around my neckline and flared out with the skirt. I honestly felt like a doll wearing it, but I let myself welcome the dainty and feminine feel of it. I’d worn dresses for millenniums now. This had no reason making me as nervous as I was.

Granted, I knew I was lying to myself. It wasn’t being caught in a dress that had me worried, but the person himself who would catch me in the dress.

I arrived at Amorette’s about fifteen minutes early, hopeful to get a few moments of calm to collect myself. Those hopes were quickly squashed when I saw Bucky already waiting outside the café with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Gods, he looked so handsome in a suit.

Steve wasn't there, and I knew he came up with an excuse to leave us alone just as Dottie did.

At the sound of my footprints, he looked over and smiled. “Evening, beautiful.”

He held out the flowers, which I took gratefully. “Geez, Bucky. First coffee, and now flowers. Are you always spoiling your dates?”

At that, he beamed. “So this is a date?”

“I didn’t say that.” As much as I wanted it to be, I kept squashing those thoughts. James Barnes was as human as it gets—caring, handsome, such a gentleman. He deserved someone that could grow old with him and settle down with him, not someone that needed to change their identity every forty or so years.

This was just one dance, one night out. Who said I couldn’t have a little fun?

Bucky laughed, and I just about melted. “Permission to try to change your mind by the end of the night?” he asked as he held out his arm for me to take.

I wrapped my arm around his. “Permission granted.”

~

I had more fun than I wanted to admit. Bucky did and said all the right things; I shouldn’t have expected anything less. The moments of silence in between while we danced, or when he’d approach the bar to get us drinks, or even when we laughed at things we’d forget about later, I caught myself wishing and dreaming. Imagining settling in a white picket fence house, getting a golden retriever, writing my next novel while he read the newspaper. I’d never fallen so fast, but I sure tripped face first into this one. Even the vague sentience of the fate strings stirring at my heart seemed to sing at this meeting, at the dancing. How could fate want this? Who would I be to object?

The night went on too fast. When 11:30 hit, Bucky insisted on walking me home, saying that a man never let a lady stay out too long. I told him that he was pushing it there, but I accepted. He’d wrapped his coat around me when he saw me shiver on the walk back to my apartment. As we reached my door, I turned to him. His icy blue eyes rested on mine, both of us unsure how to break the silence or the tension.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Bucky. Thank you,” I finally said. Tell me this is it. We can end it here and you can have fun with other girls dying for your attention. Girls that would age and live life with you rather than longer than you. Break my heart, Barnes.

He wet his lips, looking sheepishly down at his shoes with that charming smile of his. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun, too.”

Neither of us took a step away. Each second passed, I let myself plummet further and further into this feeling. “So, what happens now?”

He quirked an eyebrow up. “How do you mean, Ursula?”

I shrugged, copying his playful smile. “You tell me. How does the knight in shining armor end his dates?”

“Is that what people call me?”

“Oh, yeah. All the ladies look forward to being swooped on by Bucky Barnes himself.”

He laughed, shaking his head at the ridiculous nickname. “Well, I won’t swoop on anyone, but usually I leave it up to my date. If she says goodnight and goes straight inside, I take it as they never want to see me again. If they open the door and invite me in, it’s… well.” Bucky raised his eyebrows, hinting at what an extended night meant. “But if she lingers at the door…”

Bucky nodded towards me. I lingered. Realizing the tell, I bit my lip and rested my back against the closed door. He took a step towards me and gently cupped my face in his hand, his thumb caressing my cheek. In a breath, his lips met mine. Even when kissing, Bucky didn’t push. He started off gently, innocent pecks dancing between us. It wasn’t until I parted my lips that he slipped his tongue in. I let out a gasp as I took in his warmth, my hands coming up to wrap around his neck. At a nip on my lower lip, I clutched his hair, and he let out a guttural groan in return. I sighed into the kiss. I wanted more.

The cold washed over me once again when I nearly fell back as Dottie opened the door. “Urs? I heard a thud and though—Oh my God!”

Bucky pulled away, keeping a respectable distance as I tried to hide my surely red face.

“Pretend that didn’t happen! I’m not here!” Dottie slammed the door shut, but the moment was long gone.

I couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, which Bucky joined in on. “Sorry about that,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, doll.”

We gazed at each other, and I wanted that moment back all over again. “Oh!” I began to take off his jacket, only now remembering that I still wore it.

“Keep it,” he said.

My brows knit together. “Your jacket?”

Bucky nodded. “Give it back the next time I see you.”

I cocked my head to the side. “You mean on our next date?”

“So this is a date, then.” He grinned like a little school boy.

I nodded, stifling another laugh. “You got me, Barnes.”

~

I rotated the diamond ring around my finger. Usually it quelled the hurt rising in my chest, but today, it wouldn’t. I looked at the date circled on my calendar. March 10, 1946. He would have been twenty-nine today. It would have been our fifth anniversary in May. We had a small wedding when we got news of him being drafted—just us, Steve, Dottie, and his parents. He wanted to wait until after he got back from the war, but I knew.

Then, I knew. It wouldn’t be for another seventy three years that I’d see him again. I didn’t know how or why until Steve came back and told Peggy and me that Bucky had fallen from the train. They presumed him dead, but those damned fate strings told me otherwise. I didn’t know which was worse.

I mean, of course I wanted him alive. I wanted so badly for him to come home and for fate to be wrong for once. I hated my magic for everything it was worth from that day forward. For not being able to tell me the full story, for not being able to manipulate it so I could see my husband again.

I swore that day that I would never use them again. I shut that part of me deep, deep down. As they held his memorial, as they gave me his flag, every particle of that magic died with the world’s idea of him. When Steve crashed and I attended his funeral, I ignored the screams of those strings as they attempted to claw me out of that dark place I fell into.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Mrs. Barnes.”

He’s alive.

“Condolences. Steve was a great man.”

Is. He is a great man.

“If you need anything, Mrs. Barnes—”

I need my husband.

I opened my locket, tears staining the black and white photo of us on our wedding day. “I’ll wait for you, Bucky,” I promised. “I got you.”