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[arspacis]

via Kayla Barnes-Lentz

[sepublic]

            I guess while we’re on the subject of the Nizziverse, I should eventually acknowledge our human protagonists.

         Firstly, let me get this out of the way: The military’s involvement (and glorification) in the Bayverse is going to be GREATLY rolled back in the Nizziverse. They’ll still play some bit of a role, inevitably, but I definitely want to avoid the propaganda bordering on satire they delivered. I’m keeping Lennox and Epps tho because they’re cool, but otherwise, the less military, the better, is my philosophy.

         I should also confess that. I don’t like Sam Witwicky. I kind of hate him in fact. Yeah, there are times where I can make myself enjoy his character and laugh AT him, probably with more malice than intended by the creators. But in the end, I don’t like a lot of what this dude represents and kinda stands for, if you get what I mean; Particularly, the assumptions that come with him being a mediocre “everyman”.

         But that just gets into who the new human protagonist is, and I might just make it Carly Spencer? If not a deeply-revised Sam. I say this because Carly’s role was so clearly written as the culmination of Mikaela’s arc, the script was written before Megan Fox left the cast, and it makes her scene with Megatron a lot more impactful as someone who’s actually had that history and experience with him. Plus, it just sucks to have her disappear for no reason.

         Likewise, her name is Mikaela Banes, but I’m changing it to Kayla Barnes; Her entire name is a spin on Michael Bay’s, which given his treatment of Megan Fox, gross. So I’ve shortened Mikaela into just Kayla (which will sometimes be Kay), and Banes became Barnes, because I legit misremembered her last name as such, so why not? Still, if Kayla Barnes is taking back the role meant for her in Dark of the Moon, where does that leave Carly?

         Well. She IS a reference to a G1 protagonist, girlfriend of Spike Witwicky, who even became his wife and had a kid with him during the time skip! She’s an OG, a classic concept. So yeah, I might just make a revised Carly the human protagonist of the first three arcs of the Nizziverse.

         I’m keeping Cade Yeager, I like him enough, though I am considering inserting Isaac Sumdac in his role for Age of Extinction, since he’s an inventor, AoE already has a very meta reference to Sumdac’s backstory when it comes to Megatron’s revival via KSI, etc. Also because I just like the dude, but! I do like Cade, so maybe Isaac will be the protagonist of Age of Extinction, and then Cade takes over in The Last Knight. A sort of anthological approach to things, since I love anthology casts, with recurring members. The Bayverse kinda maybe sorta did that, so I might roll with that here. 

        And/or, Isaac will be in Age of Extinction, but as a KSI engineer who has to deal with Joshua Joyce. By extension, Sari HAS to be there, which if Isaac takes Cade’s role, she obviously takes Tessa’s, but if not, then I guess that’s an entirely new role inserted into the story. Either way, I want the Sumdacs in AoE.

         And yeah, I’m totally keeping Seymour Simmons, he was pretty funny, certain problematic bits aside which I’ll of course excise in the Nizziverse. In Revenge of the Fallen, he does his whole spiel about how he was abandoned by his country, and after playing a minor yet decent role in the final battle, decides to himself that maybe he doesn’t need the approval of a country… Just in time for the U.S. to praise Simmons for his heroism, and he immediately turns around and eats it all up, leading into Dark of the Moon.

         Also, Dylan Gould! I dunno why, I just kinda liked this dude when I first saw him, and found sympathetic traits that probably weren’t intended. Granted, some of that sympathy will be taken away since in the Nizziverse, his dad never passed down his dealings with Soundwave down to him (because Soundwave didn’t arrive on Earth until AFTER the Allspark was busted), meaning Dylan mostly chose to work with the Decepticons.

         But then, maybe they forcibly approached Gould and made it clear he had to work to survive, anyhow? He’s an inexplicable fave. Maybe his coerced obedience morphs into some strange, genuine admiration of Cybertronians as superior to humanity, and a real desire to serve his ‘masters’, even going out of the way to alert the Decepticons of the Autobot presence in the Battle of Chicago. Megatron actually takes him seriously and then so does even Soundwave? Huh. Also, no weird ‘love triangle’ or whatever about our protagonist feeling threatened by Gould’s presence in taking the girlfriend away.

         All in all, the human presence will def be rolled back in favor of Transformer screentime. From a Doylist perspective, I understand why humans take up the majority of screentime, as CGI is expensive. However, the Nizziverse isn’t ever going to be actually animated, plus… Well, I have my own ideas I’ll discuss later.

[evenstarfalls]

My copy of Icarus came damaged and then my sister spilled tea on it actually fuck my life

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GAHHHHHHHH I CANT BREATHE HOLD ON GIMME A MINUTE

Tension

Pairing: Massage Therapist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You’re devastated when your usual massage therapist becomes unavailable at the last minute, but an unexpected trainee is more than happy to handle you.

Warnings: Smut (fing-ering fem receiving, mentions of a-nal play, m-asturbation male receiving)

A/N: Unbeta’d, dividers by saradika and firefly-graphics - also a massive thank you to my babe @rookthorne for helping me edit my header, loves you bitch 💗

Listen, just please use your imaginations with the oil, let’s pretend it’s safe and can be used for… things 👀 okay thank you, enjoy x

Resting your head against the back of the waiting room leather chair, you await your appointment at your regular spa. Headache already starting to disappear from the eucalyptus aroma of incense seaping into your skin.

You needed this. The long work week draining you of all common sense to not hit your coworkers over their heads every two seconds, due to their incompetence. Now, it has finally come to a close, and you could take the opportunity to indulge in your guilty pleasure.

This was the only way you could continue to keep your head above water. A monthly treat to yourself of a two hour long full body massage - undisturbed peace and soft hands kneading the stress out of your body until it felt like you were floating.

And it was literally heaven on earth to let go of the strong willed nature that came with your work, placing your care into the hands of someone else. Giving up your responsibilities of taking charge and allowing another to take care of you for a little while.

It felt so good to let go. Forgetting all of your worries that seemed silly in the midst of the background waterfall noises that lulled you into calmness.

Jesus, you weren’t even on the massage table yet and you already felt so much lighter.

With that thought, the lovely receptionist, you’ve become familiar with from your numerous visits, walks out from the back room and addresses you with an apologetic expression.

“Miss, I’m so terribly sorry about this, but an unexpected personal emergency has come up for your regular therapist and she’s had to leave before your treatment today.”

Your face drops. The excited anticipation bubbling inside you from at last being able to relax, dying out instantly at her words.

Of course it wasn’t your therapist’s fault that you would miss out on the only pass time that gets you through the month. Of course, it wasn’t her fault you’d probably go home and scream into your pillow. Yet, you couldn’t help your internal frustration at the disappointing outcome.

It didn’t help that you hadn't had an orgasm for god knows how long too. The band inside was you on the verge of snapping. A massage being the only way to soothe the built up tension over the month and you feared you would have a mental breakdown from the added stress.

“Listen, I wouldn’t normally suggest this,” she goes on to explain as you lift your head with intrigue, “but we have a new massage therapist in training, free for your time slot. His clientele base is still quite small. However, he’s received great reviews and he’s happy to cover your treatment today - if that’s something you would consider. Would you like to meet him before coming to a decision?”

Fuck it. It’s either this or try to relieve yourself with your shitty vibrator at home that’ll probably die out before you can finish anyway. And you really didn’t want to make the dent in your bedroom wall any bigger from the other times you’d thrown the useless thing at it.

So, what harm could it do?

After agreeing to an introduction with the trainee, telling yourself you should at least see if you feel comfortable enough with him, you stand outside the private massage room, waiting to be invited in.

Eventually hearing a breathy shout of “Come in!”, the receptionist opens the door and allows you to step through, the seemingly young man’s back turned towards you as he fiddles with last minute preparations for your massage.

“Just tryna get everythin’ ready for ya, won’ be a minute.”

After finishing up and a final appraisal to the set up, the trainee spins on his fit, claps his hands together and looks at you directly, “Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’! The name's James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, sweetheart, I’ll be lookin’ after’ya today.”

Holy shit, where the hell did they find this one?

Bucky’s mid length chocolate hair ran rogue with an errand piece falling into his eyes. It took all of your strength to not reach out and tuck it behind his ear, or maybe even scratch your nails through his hair just to grip it and tug to see if he whimpers.

Woah, settle down girl.

A tight white womens beater, stretched across his pecs, showcased his bulging arms and the pure muscle you couldn’t tear your eyes from. You were pretty sure you were drooling, but you couldn’t give a single fuck right now.

If you had to guess, you would have pinned him as a farmhand or a ranch owner from down south before he became a trainee massage therapist - it definitely would have explained his devilishly built form and his southern twang that has your knees weak.

That’s not the only reason I want my legs to be shaking.

It most definitely isn’t difficult to imagine Bucky with a cowboy hat sitting on his head, thick thighs clenching to keep himself steady riding a horse. Or how easy it is to picture him throwing stacks of hay over his shoulders, dirt covering his sweat glistened body as his pure strength gives him no trouble carrying them to the stables.

You don't even realise you still haven’t spoken a word, stood dumbstruck with your mouth gaping open and lost in your unholy thoughts about the living wet dream about to rub you up, completely forgetting another person was in the room with you.

The receptionist speaks up, “Are you comfortable with James stepping in-“

“Yes!”. Your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment from how quickly you answered, clearing your throat and steeling yourself not to continue making an idiot of yourself. “Um- yes of course, yes… not a problem at all.”

You miss Bucky’s sly little smirk as you make the effort to keep your gaze towards the floor, his tongue peaking out and wetting his lips as he gives you a once over.

Things were about to get interesting.

“So sweetheart, I’m gonna step out while you get changed, take all clothin’ off, start off with lyin’ on’ya stomach for me and cover y’lower half with a towel - I’m sure y’know the drill by now.”

Reverting your attention back onto him, your pulse quickens at his nonchalant conversing of stripping naked. Okay, it was standard procedure for the therapist to go over protocol, but that talk from him is sinfully criminal.

Walking up to the door, Bucky suddenly turns around, “Oh and don’t forget to take off the underwear too, darlin’, be back in a tick.” Bucky winks and slaps the doorframe, finally leaving the room.

Fuck my life.

You have a couple of minutes to compose yourself before Bucky comes back. Changing out of your clothes was almost a relief - sweat clinging to your skin from meeting him and that freaking accent that drove your mind wild. Your panties seemed to agree too, considering the sticky mess that clung to your folds as you pulled them down your legs.

As you now lay face down on the table, folded towel covering your ass - back and legs on display - you anxiously wait for Bucky’s arrival, muscles subtly twitching from either your stress or the need to get fucked.

Probably both.

The door opens to your only knowledge of hearing, sight only focused on the floor from the carved head cushion allowing your face to sit through it. Goosebumps raise on your arms as you listen to the door then quietly close and footsteps get closer towards your direction.

You hold your breath when you see boots stop into your peripheral and legs bend to show a pair of thick thighs straining against the denim of his jeans.

Yep, definitely Bucky.

Lifting your head slightly to look at his face when he doesn’t speak, you choke on your spit when you find him shirtless, stomach marveled with so many abs. You would count, but you’re a little afraid you’ve lost brain cells from his presence alone. And all hope is gone when you see his jeans strung low on his waist - ‘v’ line tantalising your dignity as you wonder how morally wrong it could be to drop to your knees and lick it.

You’re not proud to say you don’t take anything he says in as Bucky begins going through what’s to be expected for your treatment. Ever the professional as you think he probably tells you what to do should you like any adjustments made with his pressure or technique. Luckily, you seem to have gotten away with it as he stands and picks up some oil, tilting your head back down to do some breathing exercises.

“Jus’ the massage today then, sweets? Y’know I wouldn’t mind throwin’ a free facial in there for y’too with the trouble y’had.”

What the fuck?

Your brain short circuits. Surely he must hear what he’s saying out loud… right?

Inwardly shaking your head, you put it down to the lack of intimacy you had gotten recently, mind conjuring illicit fantasies and turning everything he says into something dirty.

You stutter to reply, “N-no, that’s o-okay, just the massage i-is fine.”

The small smile on Bucky’s face is so innocent, like he hasn’t just rebooted your entire being. “Alrightie then darlin’, lemme get started then.”

Guess them breathing exercises went to shit.

Bucky begins slicking his hands up with the massage oil, lathering between his fingers and ensuring all crevices are glistening - especially his veins that bulge all the way up his forearm.

“I’m warnin’ y’though, I’m quite good with my hands.”

You don’t have time to stop yourself blurting the next automatic thought in your head out into the open.

“I bet you are.”

If you could slap yourself you would. Cringing in despair at your ability to make yourself look stupid. You expect things to turn awkward, for Bucky to show unease and even stop the session altogether.

To your surprise, you feel a whisper of a breath caress your neck as he mumbles the very thing to probably cause your death.

“Oh, you have no idea, darlin’.”

The start of the massage truly had your nerves settling down and calming you enough to actually enjoy yourself. Yeah, you still struggled with keeping your cool with Bucky’s huge hands caressing you with his sensual touch, but you managed to stop your squirming and relax.

Bucky however, couldn’t keep a straight head for the life of him. Softness of your skin and the feel of your curves literally in the palms of his hands had his cock threatening to bust the zipper of his jeans.

Timid little thing you were, so skittish when you saw him and he just had to have a little fun with you. That soon backfired on him the second he got a hold of you. Fingers itching to just smooth down your luscious body and open you up like his own personal present.

Unfortunately, he had to make do with rubbing his erection against the edge of the massage table to give him some relief. You were just so sexy - a stunning face and an amazing figure - never mind how fucking adorably shy you were.

Just my type and I’ll be damned if I don’t get a piece’a ya, sweetheart.

Was it wrong for him to be thinking of a client this way? Of course. Would Bucky most definitely get fired before he’s even completed his training should anyone find out? No doubt about it. Was that going to change his mind over what he was about to do next?

Absolutely fucking not.

You had succeeded in keeping your moans and whimpers locked away when Bucky reached particularly sensitive spots on your back. No, not the ones that felt a little too tender, the places his touch elicited your growing desire - as much as you tried to hide it, he could still hear your little intakes of breaths.

But that’s not what I’m after sweetie, I wanna hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.

So, he comes up with a plan.

“Oh darlin’, I can feel all those knots in y’upper back, been workin’ so hard ain’t ya, sweets?”

Fuck, you really had. And Bucky’s praise paired with his seductive voice makes you feel all gooey with neediness, trying to stop yourself sinking into your fuzzy headspace as you reply back. “Y-yeah, I mean I guess so.”

“How ‘bout we try somethin’ different, hm?” Bucky begins to explain, “Reckon if we got y’to bend them legs into a kneelin’ position then it’d feel so much better.”

The sincerity of his voice has you rethinking your suspicions towards how exposed you might be. You still had the towel to cover anything private and while your old therapist never suggested anything like this, Bucky may have learned something new and wanted to try it out.

So you begin to do as he’s asked. “Um, l-like this?”

“Tha’s it, arch that back for me, sweetie.” Again, you follow his instructions all too easily. “Little more for me- there ya go, jus’ like that.”

Bucky can’t help the groan that slips out as he observes the thin towel curve over the shape of your ass. You’re not much higher from the first position you were in, but the subtle lift in your legs, and bowed back allows a perfect image for him.

And a perfect chance.

“Gonna work on y’legs now, sweetheart, lemme know if somethin’ ain’t feelin’ good.”

You don’t have a chance to reply as Bucky begins to knead the muscles in your legs. An unrestrained moan escaping from your lips as he uses his thumbs to work the tension out. You feel as though you've been transported to another world, eyes rolling to the back of your head in glorious pleasure.

Meanwhile, Bucky is having the time of his life watching the jiggle of your ass every time he switches up the motion of his strokes. You don’t seem to notice the towel slowly shifting upwards, revealing the bottom of your ass cheeks to him.

He just needs your legs to spread that tiny bit more so he can see your pretty little pussy.

“That feelin’ good for ya, darlin’?”

Apparently, you let go of all inhibitions from the satisfaction Bucky’s hands bring you, all but unbashfully moaning, “Mhmm, god yes Bucky, feels so fuckin’ good.”

That’s what I love to hear.

“Amazin’. Doin’ so great for me sweetheart, jus’ let ya’self relax and Bucky will take care a ya.”

The dip of your back deepens as you unknowingly start to bring your legs more under you, ass canting up like a cat as Bucky’s thumbs rub close to the crevice under your ass cheeks.

He’s so dangerously close to his prize, he can literally see the wetness that’s spilled from your cunt, coating your inner thighs.

Fuck it.

Bracing for the worst, Bucky’s thumb runs over your pussy lips and your breath hitches as the bolt of electricity that shoots through your body. Now fully aware of his intentions, you expect yourself to feel a slither of outrage, some kind of anger at him for letting it go this far and yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to stop him.

Bucky pauses his thumbs in question, waiting to back off as soon as you deny him and allowing you the freedom of consent.

But, you want this.

The fact he stops his ministrations within an inch of your cunt has you unable to hold back your loud whine, ass pushing back into his hold to try and get him to carry on.

As much as Bucky loves your enthusiasm and he’s almost certain you want this as much as he does, he needs to hear your verbal consent in order for him to proceed. “Ah ah, sweet girl, need to know y’want this, need to hear y’say it.”

With great difficulty, fog clouding your head, you manage to mumble a whimper of agreement. “Fuck, y-yes pleaseee Bucky, give it to me.”

And that’s all the confirmation he needs.

Bucky places both thumbs on each cheek and spreads them apart to reveal your pretty, slick pussy, hole pulsing, almost begging to be filled.

You whimper as you feel his long pointer finger slide through the mess you’ve made and teasingly give your throbbing clit a little tap for good measure.

The little shit even has the audacity to chuckle at your desperation.

“Look at ya darlin’, such a fuckin’ good girl for me, ya think we can get y’a little more wet, hm?”.

He laughs at your stutter, no worries for him though, he can’t wait to make sure he leaves your head empty enough for not one single thought to cross your mind.

Bucky gently slaps your leg and bends over you to whisper in your ear, “turn around, pretty girl.”

The last defence of the towel covering your modesty falls from your body as you quickly move to lie on your back, too fucked out to even notice the breeze that hardens your nipples and exposes your tits to Bucky’s gaze.

He could’ve just picked you up and fucked you against the wall right then and there. But Bucky’s a patient man, and he’s not about to put his pleasure before yours. He wants this to last.

Straddling the table as he combs his wild hair back, Bucky grabs your thighs over his forearms with feral need to drag you down towards him, placing your legs over each of his and separating them. This was his personal slice of heaven.

The view of your cunt and the bounce of your tits has him gripping his cock over his jeans, shaky breaths rattling his chest over how turned on he is from the sight - you really were a goddess, a doll for him to play with until you couldn’t walk.

Releasing himself and grabbing the bottle of oil from the table next to him, Bucky looks directly into your eyes, his own hooded as he unscrews the lid. Your high pitched moans and whimpers have his nerves set alight and he can’t wait to see your face as you cum from his fingers alone.

“Buck-Bucky, what a-are you d-doing?”. It takes everything in you to lift yourself on to your elbows, looking down to see him hovering the bottle over your pussy.

“Y’trust me, sweet girl?”. Fuck, with that voice alone you’d put your whole faith in him.

You gently nod as you never take your eyes away from his, that wicked smirk adorning his face as his eyes light up from your answer.

“Good.”

That’s the last thing you hear before you feel the cold splash of oil drip against your pussy and your shocked moan fills the room as your arms give out.

The liquid rolls down your folds, down to your puckered hole and the thought quickly surpasses Bucky of what your reaction would be if he suggested a little anal play.

First things first, Barnes.

Right.

After emptying the remainder of the oil over you, Bucky tosses the bottle onto the floor, and begins to run his fingers over your cunt, shining in all its pleasurable glory. Trailing down to your hole, Bucky begins to press one finger inside you, stopping at the first knuckle only to take it back out and repeat his torturous teasing.

You can’t help your squirming - hands fisted tight in your hair as your toes curl. The relief of a second finger added to the first only lasts for a minute as again, he torments you by going no further than his first knuckles. All you want is for him to slide his fingers as deep as they can go, but Bucky is far too mesmerised with the glisten of his fingers and the feel of your fluttering little pussy.

“W-want more, baby, p-please Bucky, need more.”

The term of endearment as his feasted eyes snap up to look at you, has his cock twitching - you looked so fucking beautiful like this for him and the pleading in your features has him going soft on you.

Always was a sucker for pretty girls begging.

“Need more, sweetheart? Alright pretty girl, y’can have some more.”

You soon figure how Bucky was holding out on you as he fucks you with his two fingers at a quickened pace, the squelch of mixed juices from your cunt loud to your ears and you’d be embarrassed if Bucky didn’t enjoy it.

And he really did, the sound of your arousal leaking out of you because of him leaves him feeling untamed, beastly, as his veins bulge from his arms. His cock is aching, hard from how much he gets off on your pleasure - he knows he can make it better for you, though. He won’t be happy until you lose your voice because of him.

Slowing down, his deep rumble has the knot in your stomach tightening even more, “Think y’can handle another, sweetie? ‘Cause I think y’can, think this wet pussy needs to be filled up till she can’t take no more.”

With that, Bucky eases a third finger along with his other, the stretch just right to have you wailing out with consistent cries of his name.

Curling his fingers against your upper wall, Bucky searches for that spongey rough patch - he wants you to see stars and he isn’t giving up till you do.

“Hold on a sec sweets, lemme just-, find… oh, there it is.”

All of a sudden your back shoots off the table and your scream of pleasure drowns out the sounds of waterfalls in the background.

“Fuck!”

“Tha’s right darlin’, lemme hear y’scream for me.”

You grip his wrist to keep his hand fucking you, his perfect rhythm too good for you to speak something tangible. But you can’t have him changing anything, you need him to keep everything the same, so you can finish.

Bucky still finds it so fucking hot, sweat from exertion gathering on his neck and dripping down his chest. He couldn’t care less, he just wants to see you cum.

He physically has to use his free arm to force your legs open, it won’t do that you’re trying so desperately to close your legs around him. No. He wants to see you tremble in his hold. He’s fucking craving it.

“C’mon baby, know y’so close sweet girl.”

You are so fucking close, so near to that orgasm you haven’t had in so long - you’ve turned dumb, world blurring around you, only important thing in your mind getting to finish.

And you’re done for as soon as Bucky places his thumb on your swollen clit and circles.

“BUCKY!”

He watches as your shrieks fall from your mouth. Tremors rack through your body, legs finally able to close around his hand as tears from the intensity roll down your temples. You’re in your element and he’s never seen sexier in his entire life.

White cream drips from your pussy as Bucky slowly takes his fingers out, not able to help himself as he plays with your folds and starts to fuck your cum back into you.

Soon enough, you begin to calm down, heavy breathing with your occasional whine of overstimulation from his motions blessing his ears.

He leans down to pepper kisses over your heaving stomach and underneath your breasts, other hand stroking over your heated skin and up to your cheek.

“Easy girl, that’s it, deep breaths.”

Bucky continues to talk you down and strokes your sweaty hair back from your face, your eyes closed and mouth open, panting.

He stops his ministrations altogether, but keeps his fingers inside you, his body connected over yours to settle some of his weight on you and bring you back down to earth.

Giving you a couple of minutes to come down from your fluffy clouds, Bucky analyses all your signals to make sure you’re okay and that you feel safe - and once he completes all his internal checks, he flashes you a dazzling smile.

“So… this may be a bit forward a’me, but what d’ya say I take y’out on a date tomorrow night?”

You chuckle breathlessly at his little joke - as if he didn’t already have his fingers still in your cunt. “Only if you answer my question.” you counter back.

“Sure thing, lil’ darlin’.”

Trying to keep your expression aloof you ask, “What did you do before you started training to be a massage therapist?”

He looks like a little confused puppy as he cocks his head and frowns, but answers anyway with a cheeky squint of his eyes.

“I used to work on my mama’s ranch back home, sweetheart.”

Your head rolls back onto your shoulders as Bucky begins picking up the steady pace of his fingers again, fucked out smile on your face in rememberance to your guesses from earlier.

Fucking knew it.

He may not have the slightest clue what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t have to know as long as he’s the one who’s making you smile like that.

And, he already can’t wait for your next meeting as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls down his zipper to bring his dick out and start fucking his fist while he enjoys the sight of his other hand fucking your cunt.

“Now, we got another hour to make sure ya get what y’paid for darlin’, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”

A/N: who doesn’t love a happy ending, right? 😈

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Secrets of Spring

Summary: Studying is hard. Especially when your study buddy won't stop talking about Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

college au | athlete bucky

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“-and then I was like ‘oh my god Bucky, you are like, so funny’ and then he was like-”

You sighed loudly as Kayla continued blabbing, hoping your study partner would get the hint and stop reiterating her 3-second-long interaction with James Buchanan Barnes, the school’s star quarterback and flirt.

“And then my friend Riya was like ‘oh my god Kay Kay, he’s literally flirting with you-”

“That’s great, Kayla, but could we back to the flashcards by any chance-”

“He’s just so goddamn hot!” She squealed as she brandished the stack of notecards around in the air, earning glares directed at both of you from a couple other studious students occupying the library’s tables.

You sunk down in your seat, pretending not to know the lululemon-clad girl in front of you who was basically buzzing with excitement. Of course, studying with Kayla would not have been your first choice, and you definitely weren’t her top pick either, but you two were each others’ only hope, considering the fact that the rest of the kids in your anatomy class were always either high, drunk, or both.

“It should be illegal to look that good,” she said as she looked off into the distance with glassy eyes and fanned herself. Her eyes lit up as she turned her eyes back to you and straightened up in her seat. “And guess what?”

You didn’t have time to guess before Kayla continued rambling on.

“My friend, Lynn, saw him at the gym shirtless the other day and took a picture,” She gushed as she pulled out her phone. “Wait, lemme show you. He looked so sweaty and delicious.”

You grimaced, reaching over to turn her phone off in the middle of her search. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Your loss.” Kayla snapped her gum obnoxiously before her eyes lit up again. “Oh, and guess what?”

You just grumbled in response.

“So you know how my friend’s brother is on the football team with Bucky, right?”

You had no idea who this friend was, much less who her brother was, but you nodded along with Kayla as you felt the headache creeping in.

“She told me that when he came over to her house during spring break to hang out with her brother, he snuck into her room and they both spent the entire night together.” Kayla’s eyes sparkled with a mix of envy and excitement. “In the room right next to her parents.” 

You couldn’t stop the words that vomited from your mouth. “Bucky was at his parents’ house up in Brooklyn with Steve for the entirety of the break, Kayla.”

“Oh.” Kayla’s eyebrows furrowed, and you were glad she was more focused on the discrepancy in her friend’s story rather than your sudden burst of knowledge.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat awkwardly. “I think your friend lied to you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Kayla waved her hand with a blinding smile. “This is a good thing!”

You arched an eyebrow at her.

“I won’t be breaking girl code by dating Bucky now, since my friend never actually had anything with him!” 

“Oh . . . okay?” Not like that would’ve stopped you anyways.

Her phone pinged, and she looked at it with a smile, standing up to collect her stuff (which was just her Starbucks drink and a singular highlighter). “Alright, I gotta head back to my apartment and get ready for my date tonight.”

“Oh?” Surely it couldn’t be with Bucky. Right?

"Wow, a date?" you replied, trying to sound nonchalant even as your curiosity piqued. "With who?"

Kayla grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "With this guy I met at the gym last week. He's super cute and really into fitness, just like me!"

That was exactly what you were expecting her to say, but a weight was lifted off of your shoulders anyways.

“Have fun.” You smiled in relief.

“Thanks, babes.” She blew you a kiss. “This study sesh was so great. I learned a ton.”

As she sashayed away, you decided not to bring up the fact that she got through a grand total of exactly three flashcards.

With the shake of your head, you gathered your own belongings and headed out the library as quietly as possible, almost as if you were trying to compensate for the ruckus that Kayla had left behind.

As the cool spring wind breezed through your hair and birds chirped in the cherry blossom trees above you, your phone vibrated continuously in your pocket.

You struggled as you fished out the phone, mentally cursing out all the textbooks you decided to checkout. However, the slight frown on your face was replaced with a grin pulling at the corner of your lips as you brought your phone to your ear.

“Hey, baby.” The familiar low of his voice brought a chill up your spine. And it wasn’t from the wind.

“What do you want, Barnes.” You were certain he could hear the goofy smile on your face.

“Aw, you sound congested, doll.” He coddled you through the phone as you rolled your eyes. “Are you sick? Allergies?”

“I’m sick of hearing about you all day.” You emphasized with a smirk, after taking a moment to genuinely sneeze. Damn pollen.

“Well, can you really blame ‘em for talking about the most charming guy in town?” He laughed on his end of the line.

“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Barnes.”

“What was dear Kayla telling you this time?”

“Just the usual. Something about you being shirtless and glistening in sweat at the gym.”

“Damn. I should start charging her for all the conversation material she’s getting out of me.”

You snorted, but little vines of jealousy stretched around your heart. “You should run your own little side hustle. You’d make thousands.”

“I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll throw in some autographed headshots as well.”

“I can already picture the line of people stretched around the block.”

Bucky chuckled on the other end of the line, his laughter warm. "Hey, I'll have you know, I've got quite the fan club," he teased, his voice playful.

You couldn't help but smile, despite yourself. "Yeah, well, they clearly don't know how insufferable you are," you replied, your tone teasing.

There was a brief pause before Bucky spoke again, his tone turning more serious. "Hey, I miss you," he confessed softly, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

His words tugged at your heartstring. “I miss you too, Buck.”

He seemed to immediately notice the softening of your voice. “You got anywhere to be tonight? I’ll come by later with some pizza.”

“What-” You almost tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. “Barnes, are you crazy?”

“What?” You could imagine his innocent expression through the phone. “Am I not allowed to visit my girlfriend?”

Bucky visiting you wasn’t the problem. The problem was that you lived right between Faith Robinson and McKenzie Gonzalez, the biggest gossipers on campus, not to mention the nosiest neighbors. When one of them would inevitably see Bucky strut down the hall to your door in his tight henley with a box of pizza, the whole student body would hear the news before you could even open the door and let him in.

And having the entire school know about your relationship was the exact opposite of what Bucky wanted.

Right?

“Don’t be a smartass. You know exactly who I live by.”

“I don’t give a damn about who sees us anymore, baby. I just need to see you.”

You took a moment to process his words. You could imagine him holding his breath on his end of the line. “Oh.”

Really? The moment you’ve been secretly hoping for is here, and all you can say is ‘oh’?

“‘Oh’ in a bad way or ‘oh’ in a good way?” Bucky chuckled nervously.

The vines turned into butterflies and fluttered in your chest as you giggled. “‘Oh’ in a . . . surprised way, I guess,” you replied finally. “Yes. Yes, I would love for you to come over.”

Bucky breathed out into a cheeky grin. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Neither of you were good with words, but you didn’t need them. You understood each other perfectly.

[mediumgayitalian]

part one

— — —

Reyna meets them right inside the borders, arms open wide the second she catches Nico’s eye. He leaves the rest of his friends to argue with Terminus – Nico stopped listening very quickly – and sprints right to her, nearly bowling her over with his enthusiasm. She laughs, holding her ground, but wraps her arms so tightly against him, squeezing, and she smells like wool and sunshine and her clementine shampoo, and just barely, chocolate. 

“I missed you,” he whispers into her shoulder, and instead of responding she just holds him tighter. 

Sometimes touch makes his skin crawl – hardly, anymore, with how touchy his friends are. Sometimes he has to remind himself that a hand on his shoulder is friendly, not trying to restrain him, that whatever annoying person who is ruffling his hair is fond of him, not mocking.

He doesn’t have to remind himself of anything with Reyna. Her touch is familiar. Her hold means safety, her hold means I watched out for you, kid, and never stopped. Her touch feels like Bianca’s, like someone who has seen him at his worst and angriest and not only loves him but respects him. 

“Hazel’s riding Arian,” she says, clearing her throat and reluctantly pulling away. 

Nico swipes quickly at his face and pretends he doesn’t want to tuck himself right back under her chin. (He is happy with his choice. Despite what he expected, he loves Camp Half-Blood. It’s home, now, in a way Camp Jupiter was never going to be. But his sisters – both of them – are his home, too, and it aches something horrid being away from them for so long.)

“Frank’s trying to chase after her, but he’s running out of fast animals, so it might be a minute.”

Nico cracks up at that image. It was clearly Reyna’s intention, because she grins, and continues, “He tried to dive after her as a falcon when they were running along the Bay, but he missed and nearly drowned himself. Or so claim the rumours, Kahale has been watching from the towers for the past hour at least.”

“Thank you for this. I’ve run out of things to give him shit for, lately, I needed that.”

“Anytime.” She flicks her gaze over at his crew of dumbasses, who have not, in fact, managed past the border in the ten or so minutes since Nico ditched. In fact, their whining and arguing is drawing a bit of a crowd. 

Or maybe that’s Leo and Lou Ellen, who have given up trying to get through and are amusing themselves by making a mini firework show. Will seems to be the only one still actually arguing with Terminus, long arms flailing as he tries to convince the god to let them in. (Well, one arm is flailing. The other is clenched in the back of Cecil’s shirt, preventing him from running off to do Zeus knows what). Piper is next to him, possibly by virtue of charming their way in, but she appears to be occupied with teaching Kayla and Austin some kind of clapping game. 

“We should probably go collect your circus.”

“I mean, we could also walk away,” Nico offers, even as he follows her towards them. “They’re capable people.” He pauses, thinking back to the sheer number of rest stops they were kicked out of on the way here. “Kind of.” And fast food restaurants. “Mostly.” And, notably, one public park. “Well, whatever. I’m sure they can figure themselves out. If we go to the cafe now, we’ll have hot chocolate to rub in Cecil’s face by the time they finally argue their way in.”

Reyna says nothing, although her mouth twitches. “Terminus,” she calls, when they’re close enough. All the squabbling and fireworks and general ruckus stops as everyone turns to look at her. “These are friends, who have come to visit. Why are they being detained?”

“Detained?!” Will squawks. “Try held hostage!”

“Back in my day you’d be whipped for your attitude, boy, why I should –”

“Oh, go ahead, Bucky Barnes, I’m real scared –”

“Your man is going to get himself smited,” Reyna comments.

Nico sighs. “He gets himself almost smited a lot, actually.” It takes him a moment to clock the entirety of Reyna’s sentence, in which time her smile becomes evil and Nico’s face matches the hue of Apollo’s sun cows. “And he’s not my man! Why would you say that! What does that even m –”

“Terminus,” Reyna says again, visibly snickering, “this group has my permission to enter the borders.”

Terminus grumbles, but he knows better to defy her. There’s a brief shimmer to the air, and then the seven of them scamper inside before Terminus changes his mind.

“What have we come to,” Terminus mutters. Will sticks his tongue out behind his head.

As the group follows Reyna and Nico towards the city, Nico squeezes her hand once and ducks back to join Will, who is still pouting. He couldn’t help his smile if he tried.

“What happened to civil relationships, Mr Diplomacy?”

“It’s not my fault!” Will cries. Nico ducks slightly to avoid his hand before he’s smacked in the face – he’s gotten smacked enough times by Will’s dramatic gesturing to become well-used to avoiding it. “I was polite, I requested entry, I had our papers, he was just a dick!”

“I think you maybe just don’t get out enough,” he says, biting the corner of his mouth to keep from laughing. It’s hard, because Will’s eye genuinely twitches. “I think Chiron was right, man. You need to be re-socialised.”

He can’t quite keep his shoulders from shaking as Will’s jaw clenches. It’s just – he is so so easy to wind up. He really is. The second you learn what buttons to push, they’re big and bright red and begging to be abused. Nico didn’t get it in the summer – but by November, he was exchanging looks with Cecil, of all people, and snickering every time they made Will stomp out of the pavilion. 

(It has, of course, nothing to do with the way his face scrunches when he glowers, or the way his blue eyes go dark and a little bit furious and a lot bit sexy. Nothing to do with the growl in his voice when he bites out “I swear to all that is holy, di Angelo,” and shudders zap up Nico’s spine. Obviously. It’s just funny.)

Will opens his mouth – no doubt to let loose a string of insults that would make Mr. D. blush – but before he can let Nico have it, a flash streaks in front of them, and a second later a gust of wind bowls them both over with a yelp.

“Nico!”

Groaning, Nico tries to stand, but finds that he can’t. He glances up and meets Will’s eyes, milimeters from his own, and goes so brightly scarlet that he can hear Reyna’s sharp bark of “Ha!” before she clamps her hand over her mouth to keep her dignity. 

“Get off me, Solace,” he complains, but the effect is significantly lessened when his voice cracks – no lie – thirteen separate times.

Cupid, he thinks, as loudly and pointedly as he can, kill yourself.

“I’m not that heavy,” Will grumbles, getting petulantly to his feet and immediately tripping over the world’s smallest pebble. Nico covers his face and screams, very quietly, just a little. When he finally manages to drag his hands away from his eyes, the face of his sister hovers over him, grinning wickedly, dark eyes glinting.

“Wow,” she whistles, at least having the decency to keep her voice down, “Piper wasn’t kidding. You’re embarrassing.”

“Shut up,” he says halfheartedly. “Just – leave me to die.”

She laughs, and Nico smiles on reflex, because she sounds like twinkling gold bangles on a waving arm. He accepts her hand up and laces them together, squeezing gently. Her smile widens further when he leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“It’s good to see you, bella. Even if you’re mean to me.”

She knocks their heads together gently. “You just make it so easy. You should try not swooning into his arms whenever he so much as smiles at you, it would help your image –”

“My image is fine –”

“ – and I heard something about a sleepover? Unsupervised? In cabin 13 –”

“That was greatly exaggerated! We passed out playing –”

“ – can’t forget the time he laughed so hard he snorted and you walked into a wall and broke your nose –”

“You weren’t even there for that! No one was! How do you –”

“Dear, dear brother,” she says, patting his head patronizingly. He's appalled with himself for leaning into the touch. “There is not a soul – living or dead – that doesn’t know about it. I was IMed by four separate people an hour after it happened.”

“I’m leaving,” Nico announces abruptly. He turns back towards the van. “I’m going back to Dad, I’m literally never leaving my bedroom again –”

“Oh, no you don’t.” She hauls him back after the rest of the group, a few yards ahead of them, still grinning. “Let’s go, Nick Gatsby. I want to watch Aeliana’s eye twitch as a vanful of noisy Greek teenagers cause a ruckus in her restaurant.”

— — —

part three

[pariskylar]

TWO AND A HALF

disclaimer: this is to makeup for part 2, so kinda like the second half to part two. it's kinda short, i hope u enjoy it 🫰🏿.

the next morning, Tiara was woken up by the sound of people talking.

"i gotta go." a feminine voice giggled.

"mmmbut i don't want you to."

she moaned turning on her side rubbing her feet together. she slowly peaked one eye opened seeing Barnes and Leah back at the lovey dovey crap, all giggly and kissing. groaning she rolled her eyes flipping on to her stomach, burrowing her head in the pillow of the couch.

"sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Leah said apologetically.

she blindly shot them a thumb ups.

"baby, i really have to go." Leah said once more, ending with the sound of a kiss.

"want me to walk you down?" Barnes offered.

"no, i got it." her voice sounded more distant "love you." the sound of footsteps running away

when everything was quite, she began drifting back to sleep. she was mere seconds from passing out when she was jolted awake once again by the ringing of his phone. she sighed in annoyance stuffing her head back under the pillows.

"hey, baby." he said into the phone.

Leah's voice came from the speaker. "hey, i just got down to the car."

she tried buried her head deeper into the pillows to no avail. she briefly contemplated stick it between the couch cushions, but went against it.

"ok, drive safe. you’re carrying precious cargo." Barnes said as that was the most clever thing on the planet.

corny. she thought to herself rolling her eyes

“ok.” Leah giggled “i love you.” she said with, what sounded like, a wide smile.

"love you." he finally hanging up the phone.

"mm, but we just meet." Renee said after a yawn.

Tiara pulled her head from under the pillow and looked over at her friend. she was laid on the floor with wide smile, in a crop top and panties.

"Renee." she called to her with a warning tone.

Renee gasped and quickly covered back up with her blanket looking over to her with a barely noticeable smirk. “what?”

she shook her head looking over at him. he wore a mixture of emotions. he looked intrigued, appalled and titillated. she furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.

"i'm letting you know again, he has a girlfriend. if anything go down between y'all, that's between y'all and Leah." she stood from the couch, heading to her room.

"um, nothing's gonna happened between us." Barnes followed close behind her to her room.

"none of my business. both y'all know you dating somebody. if Leah come and beat both y'all heads in, that ain't got nothing to do with me." she walked in her room closing the door behind her, but he caught it before it shut.

"i swear, i'm not interested." he took a few steps in.

"ok." she shrugged going in the bathroom closing the door.

after relieving herself she washed her hands and did her morning routine.

-

-

stepping out of her bathroom, she saw her guest had migrated to her room.

"i'm glad i'm cover up." she made her way to her closet, to properly dry off.

"one day you're going to find somebody who doesn't give a fuck, and they're going to run your ass over." Kayla's voice rang out from the room pulling a chuckle from Tiara.

she began ear hustling as she rummaged her clothes, looking for something to wear.

"if they're into me it's not my fault." Renee retorted

"if you put it on a platter and serve it to them, it is!" Kayla shot back with frustration evident in her tone.

"i didn't make the commitment they did.” Tiara rolled her eyes as she pulled on a pair of joggers. she loved Renee like a sister, but their this is the one topic that always split them. to Tiara, the idea that it was okay to hook up with someone in a relationship because you weren't committed was bogus. it was just a cop-out for being labeled a home wrecker.

"fair." Bri chimed in.

"you saying that now, but when you walk in on her fucking your man, you gonna be singing a different tune," Kayla warned.

she finished getting dressed, pulling one of her old Syracuse shirts.

"i would never do that to my girl," Renee said confidently .

she grabbed a pair of slippers, exiting the closet. she stepped out of the closet to see all three of them sitting on her bed. Renee had Bri in a side hug while Kayla sat with a distasteful look on her face.

"i’m finna make breakfast" she announced tossing her shoes onto the floor and stepping into them. "put on some pants." she pointed at Renee before leaving the room.

in the kitchen, Tiara connected her phone to the speakers and played her morning playlist on shuffle. she looked in the fridge to see what she could whip up. she grabbed the left over chicken tenders and put them on the counter. she preheated the oven before going to grab some pancake mix.

-

-

baby we can go North, South, East, West Coast

she took the last waffle off the iron before going to take the tenders out the oven. she plated the food and poured up glasses of orange juice.

she paused the music and walked to the front go the hall calling out to everyone, “breakfaaassssttt!”

returning to the kitchen, she went and grabbed some syrup from the pantry setting it on the counter.

"yeah, baby, imma call you back. Tiara just made us breakfast." Kayla was the first one in the kitchen on FaceTime.

"lemme see my girl." Eric said from the phone.

Kayla went over to T propping the phone up against the syrup bottle.

"AYYYY, TI-ARI-ANAAAA" he yelled at the screen.

"hey, Eric." she smiled waving at the camera.

they met in college. they both majored in Sports Science and had most of the same classes and seemed to always bump into each other. one day they both happened to be in the library at the same time and he random came up to her asking if she was stalking him.

she tossed the allegations back on him. they argued for five minutes straight about who was stalking who and eventually they were both asked to leave. that didn't stop the arguing. they went back and forward until he crack a stupid that made her laugh.

that broke the wall leading them to become study partners and eventually friends. they grew closer and closer and they became inseparable.

she introduced him to her family and friends. he just so happened to hit it off with Kayla. he went from being stuck to Tiara side to being attached to Kayla's. she was a bit jealous at first, she thought her aunt was trying to steal her best friend from her; but when she found out her aunt was trying to make him her uncle, she got over it.

"ever since you became a lil super hero you forgot about me." he tossed a fake pout at the screen.

"i saw you last week."

"when you came to pick up Kayla. we don't kick it no more."

"you don't hit me up no more." she reverse the blame on to him.

"because i never know if you here or in Vatican City" he exaggerated like the drama queen he is.

"all you gotta do is check twitter and if you don't see the Go Go Power Rangers trending; she probably free." Bri went over planting on her cheek.

she bumped her with her shoulder.

"hey, Ricky." Bri waved to the camera.

"i'm not talking to you." he flipped the camera off.

"you still mad over that little bitty shit?" she scoffed at him grabbing a plate.

"what happened?" T asked, wanting to be messy.

"i molly whooped his ass in Mario Kart, now he mad." Bri took a bite of a chicken tender.

"because you fucking cheated." he thumped the camera.

"no you just fucking suck."

"whatever, get the fuck off my phone." he rolled his eyes at her "bye, T.D. love you, imma hit you up. bye, baby. i love you, imma call you later."

"bye, Ricky. love you." Bri grinned waving, knowing what buttons she was pushing.

"suck my dick." he flipped her off again before adding a quick love you too.

"bye, baby. i love you." Kayla blew a kiss, hanging up the phone.

they grabbed their plates and sat around the island to begin doing what they came over for, complain about their week. before they could start Barnes came barreling in the room with Renee on his trails.

"i don't think my girlfriend would be okay with that." Barnes went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

one thing about the girl, she is persistent.

"leave that man alone and come eat!" she called out to her friend.

with a huff, Renee took a seat at the island. once everyone was settled, the ranting began.

Ja'Briana complained about how the patients at her hospital didn’t treat her like a real person. Ma'Kayla ranted about patrons at the bank blaming her for their monthly fees. Renee expressed her frustration with parents at her school who blamed her for their children's failures.

"what about you?" Bri asked, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"nothing really. the week was pretty chill, just one mission. the only thing bothering me is Barn-someone moved in unexpectedly." they looked over at Barnes, who was obliviously digging into another waffle.

"don’t all your coworkers live here?" Kayla asked.

"yeah, but I usually have the place to myself on weekends. now I don't." she replied, side eyeing James.

“aww, am i inconveniencing you?” he asked tossing a faux pout at the end.

“shut it, Barnes.” she shot back sharply.

he wore a smirk standing up to rinsed his dishes.

“so, Bucky, what are you doing today?” Renee asked eyeing him intensely.

“um…” he looked to Tiariana for help.

she considered leaving him out to dry but decided to be the bigger person and asked her feral friend to calm down.

“i’m only asking, 'cause if you free you can kick it with us.” she extended an invitation.

“no he can’t.” T quickly interjected.

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-

“that’s not a word.”

“yes, it is.”

“use it in a sentence.”

“i’m finna go upside your head if you don’t give me my 8 points.”

Barnes did in fact join them, just in spite of Tiara. they were in the den playing Scrabble; he was on double duty. he was playing and the score keep, which was a problem because he continued to challenge all of her words.

right now they were arguing over if finna was a word. she —of course— knew it was a word, and he argued her down that it wasn’t.

“it’s a slang word.” he argued.

“slang is still words.” she shot back

“no, it’s slang.”

“yes, it it. it's in Merriam dictionary!”

"no it's not!"

"look it up." she challenged gesturing to his phone.

“fine.” he typed away on his phone.

"and when you see it run me my points."

thirty seconds later he huffed tossing the phone behind him onto the couch, and added her eight points to her score.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” she gloated take five more tiles from the bag.

"okay, okay. my turn. astro-n-o-m-i-c-a-l." Bri added to the word astro. "astronomical, that'd be 17 points." she boasted taking seven more tiles from the bag.

Barnes sighed adding seventeen points to her score, putting her far ahead.

“aint nobody seeing me in this scrabble shit.” she gently pumped her chest.

“whatever.” Renee gritted her teeth taking her turn “t-e-m-p-e-r. temper, that’s 10 points.”

he tallied her score before taking his turn.

“temper-a-t-u-r-e. temperature. 15 points.” he jotted down his score.

“no, fucking way!” Renee shot up from the floor, getting a course of groans and sighs from the girls in response. “y’all cheating me! you passed like three times and now you can pull a word outta your ass.” she yelled down at him.

“girl ain’t nobody cheating you.” Kayla rolled her eyes putting down another word on the board. “astronomical-l-y. astronomically. 22 points.”

he went to write down the score, but Renee took the pencil and pad tossing them across the room. she grumbled to herself flopping on the couch pouting.

“while she have her lil hissy fit, i’m finna go take a shower.” Kayla stood up.

“imma order some food, what y’all want?” Tiara asked grabbed her phone.

“i’m good with anything.” Kayla said as she walked out towards her bedroom.

“i want Wingstop.” Bri laid out on the floor scrolling on her phone.

“y’all good with Wingstop?” she asked the other two occupants.

“never had it.” Barnes answered and Renee sat there still pouting.

she opened the app and began placing their usual orders and hand the phone over to him letting him pick something he think he'd like. while he did that, she grabbed the remote—leaning back against the couch—and opened the spotify app shuffle playing her music.

"so how's the whole Keem thing going?" Bri asked still on her phone.

"zmm, zmm." she hushed her, shaking her head.

"what?" she asked, looking up from the screen confused.

she cut her eyes to the bonus person in the room still looking at her phone.

"he doesn't know?" Bri whispered, scrunched her brows.

"don't nobody know, outside y'all."

"my bad." she went back to her screen.

"here you go." Barnes handed her phone back over.

she took it going to the check out, placing the order.

"it'll be here in 20 to 35 minutes." she locked the phone tossing it to the side.

for a brief five minute they sat in silence. they were on their phone while she sat there enjoying the music.

"so, you and Super-Fly?" Barnes randomly asked

"oh my gosh." she rolled her eyes.

"i'm just asking." he defended "i didn't know, but it kinda makes sense. you guys are together—like, you never leave each others' side—you're alway giggling together, you share beds." he listed off everything her and Joaquin did.

and she felt like everything froze. she knew what was coming once that last piece of information left his mouth.

"Y'ALL SHARE BEDS! SINCE FUCKING WHEN?" Bri sat up, setting her phone on the coffee table.

in a split second both girls were at her side. they bombarded her with questions. for the next twelve minutes they continued probing for details of things that never happened.

Tiara and Joaquin only shared beds on long missions, and twice on team camping trip Sam made them go on for 'team building'. that's where it stopped. nothing further happened. she explained that them but they didn't believe her and kept needling her.

Kayla stepped back in the room with a smile on her face and a complementary comment about the shower pressure.

"bump that, your niece been hunching Joaquin." Bri told their aunt as soon as she sat down.

"Tiariana-Destiny Ann Smith." she used her full name, looking at her shocked.

Tiara began explain to her aunt what she had been explaining to the other two, but she joined in on the harassment. while everything went on James was nowhere to be seen. he started this whole thing and he jetted when everything intensified.

as if God had mercy on her her phone dinged with a notification from DoorDash telling her that the food was here.

“the food is here.” she grabbed the keys from the coffee table and sprinted down to the car.

she got in the driver’s seat and drove down to the delivery driver was sat with their food. she greeted them grabbing the bags and drinks. she placed the bags in the passenger seat. she slowly drove back up to the complex not wanting to go back to the interrogation.

they have always been nosey and childish so she was used to it but the whole Joaquin thing was kinda a sensitive subject for her. she never really had trouble flirting with people and even getting who she wanted; but for some reason with him it was so difficult for her. she couldn’t flirt with him for shit, she always acted like a big dork around him. when ever he’d flirt with her she got the flutters and didn’t know how to react but to giggle. her struggles made her feel a stupid and dopey and she hated talking about it—ironically she loved to talk about him.

she sighed pulling up to the garage. looking over at the bags and drinks she knew she was gonna need some assistance but really didn’t wanna ask any of the girls and was stuck with the only other option.

“yes, Tiariana?” he answered clearly annoyed.

she should be the one with the attitude.

“can you come down and help me with the food?” she asked

“you can’t bring it up yourself?”

“no, imma waste everything.”

“ask one of your friends.”

“be a gentleman.”

“you’re always rude to me and i'm suppose to be a gentleman to you.” he asked as if she was borderline insane.

she sighed at his stubbornness “please?”

the line went quite for a few seconds, the only sound was rustling in the background. then there was a sound of footsteps. a minute and a half later he was down at the car.

he couldn’t’ve just answered the question.

she rolled her eyes opening the door, handing him the bag of food. she reached back over picking up the drinks.

they were walking back to the complex, her slower than him. she really didn’t wanna go back in and continue to get hassled. she intentionally stayed at least five paces behind him, kicking a stray pinecone on the ground.

“i know you can move faster than that.” he glanced back at her.

“don’t want to.” she simply said keeping the steady slow pace.

“hm.” he continued walking

“and f*ck you by the way.” she shot at him.

it was his fault that all this was going on.

“me?” he stopped, turning around to face her.

“yes, you’ve got them pressing me over Keem.” she took ten steps forward stopping in front of him.

“i didn’t think it’d be a big deal, that people who dating share a bed.”

“we aren’t dating.” she soughed at the reality of that statement.

“really?” he sounded surprised.

“no.”

“you guys are always together and your friend asked how everything was going with you two.”

“yeah, she meant something else.” she stepped around him over this humiliating situation.

she walked away at a normal pace this time leaving him a few paces behind this time.

while she was walking ahead, he suddenly spoke up with what sounded like a stupid grin. "wait, you have the hots for Torres."

her entire person warmed up and ears rang. she wanted to deny it, but she sucked at lying. instead of denying she tried picking an argument.

"the hots? ew, you really are old." she poked at him with no avail.

"yeah, ancient. but you fancy Torres." he held the door opened for them.

"fancy? you British now?" she tried again.

“no, but you wanna get french with Super-Fly.” he would let it go.

“ugh.” she groaned giving up on trying to pick a fight with and focused on not spilling the drinks as she climbed the stairs.

he walked behind her carrying on with the teasing. they went to the kitchen, where her guests were already sat, setting everything on the island. she thought it would stop here, but he just kept going.

everyone in this house was irritating her. she grabbed her drink and food from the bags going straight to her room.

she took a seat on the floor and began eating and thinking about what she didn't want to—her relationship with Joaquin. the lack there of actually.

she wanted to convince herself that it was just a small little crush on a guy she found attractive, but she was borderline in love with one of her close friends. her close friend who may or may not feel the same.

he could very well just be joking around and kidding with her and she could be reading far into things. that was a possibility that she didn't wanna consider, but she had to face reality and understand that there was a high likelihood that that was the case. she is a fully grown woman who had to face the truth, even if it was something she didn't want to be.

she was half way done with her food when her cousin came in her room.

"we was waiting for you to come back in there." Ja'Briana sat at the ottoman at the foot of her bed.

"y'all can eat." she said taking a bite of her voodoo fries.

"what's wrong with you?"

she shook her head taking another bite of her food.

"so you pouting in here for nothing?" she wasn't looking at her but she could feel her looking at her, with undoubtedly unimpressed expression.

"i'm not pouting, i'm..." she took a second to find the right word "recollecting."

"mhmm, and what are you recollecting from."

"yall." Tiara grabbed her drink taking a sip.

"the fuck i do?" Bri asked in a calmly offended tone.

"you and them other people out there hounding me about Keem."

"girl! you know we was just playing." she bumped her with her knee.

"yeah, but the jokes were going on too long. now it's not funny; it's annoying." she finally looked over at her.

"it's that deep?" she looked back at her confused.

"yeah." she folded her arms.

"alright we'll dead it."

"alright."

"now, grab your food and stop being a hermit." Bri stood up helping from the floor.

she groaned as her joints popped.

"oh, Lord. you already got the old lady sounds."

"girl, i'm old." she grabbed her meal.

"no, because if you old then i'm old."

"got some bad news for ya." she winced

"fuck you." she chuckled lightly pushing her.

[marvelmultimusebitches]

Marvel Multi Muse

Follows back from @kaylathebitch31, formerly located at @mcumultibitches-archived & @marvelmultibitches-archive

Mobile Muse Info: All Headcanons

Nicolas "Nicky" Scratch Vidal-Harkness

Pietro Peter Maximoff

Rebecca Patricia "Patty" Barnes

Anthony "Tony" Edward Stark

Alfhildr Eira Sjöfndottir

Wanda Maximoff

Mun basics:

Kayla, 31, I don't autoship with new RP partners, might with people I've rped with before, I don't RP anything beyond maybe a heavy make out session in general. Literally my only real rule is "don't be an asshole and listen if I say something in a thread is bothering me" I feel like overly complicated RP rules get in the way of people actually interacting I do read peoples rules pages however so my only real rule as started boils down to basic respect and decency.

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Saturday, 14 September, 2024

CrossFit Class was at 0930. It was perfect weather.

Warmup #1

Armando led us in a fine mobility warmup.

Warmup #2

Tabata's

4 Rounds

Toe Touch and Reach

Good Mornings

Cat-Cows

Bird Dogs

Strength

Deadlifts.....5 / 5 / 5 / 5 / 5.....Warmup and do all at 70-80%.

Super-Set with Ring Rows.....7 / 7 / 7 / 7 / 7

Ed/Shane/Armando/Aiden=275 Tom=225 WG/Tim/Larry/Smoothy/Dyer=205 Britt=145 Sue/Cheri=135 Shannon=95 Rodney=65 (DBs) Kayla/Coach/Chris and others=PJ

WOD

The Hero "WADE" (sorta-like)

Arboretum Loop Run / Row-Ski 2000m / Bike 4000m

Then 5 Rounds:

12 Alternating Dumb-Bell Snatch's..... (50/35/20)

9 Perfect Push-Ups

6 Dead-Hang Pull-Ups

And Finally:

Arboretum Loop Run / Row-Ski 2000m / Bike 4000m

WG**=24:35 Rodney=25:47 Larry**=26:05 Sue=26:10 Ed=26:44 Shane=27:17 Tim=27:30 Armando=30:20 Britt=30:30 Tom=33:00 Smoothie=34:40 Dyer=36:48 Cheri/Kayla=38:30 Aiden=39:00 Shannon=40:00 Coach/Chris=PJ

Notes:

A great group on a great morning at the Barn.

The guy who arrived late with the Big White Dog (Max) was my Old Surgery Buddy Joe Mulherin. He came with his Son Nathan who is in the Army and visiting for a while. Hopefully Nathan will return for tomorrows workout and bring some of his buddy's.

Sunday at 1 PM.

[obsessedwithlarkin]

TIGER FRIDAY 2025 NEW TGR ICONS!

• Ainsley Jhon ( Escape Dance Academy)

• Anna Seu ( B-Vibe Dance)

• Annabelle ( Pinellum Dance Center)

• Anthony Hunt ( Acrobatic Arts Inc.)

• Aofie Nugent ( Steps Dance Center)

• Audrey Mikkelson ( Carolina Collective Dance)

• Aurielle Balija ( Dance Xplosion)

• Aurora Andreski ( Studio X)

• Ava Michelle ( DNAL Dance Centre)

• Bella Mollak ( Kitty Lee Dance)

• Berkeley Scifres ( Project 21)

• Carter LaFontaine ( Artflux Dance Lab)

• Brooklyn Bell ( The Plattform Dance Studio)

• Bianca Wright ( Next Step Dance)

• Bryn Onder ( West Point Ballet)

• Bristyn Scifres ( Project 21)

• Brooklyn Besch ( Club Dance Studio)

• Bianca Lewis ( JBP Talent)

• Braydon Ziegler ( Elite Studio Of Dance)

• Brooklyn Ladia ( Project 21)

• Carter Ruiz ( Murrieta Dance Project)

•Charlotte Pham ( DanceLova Dance Academy)

• Cooper Macalalad ( BGHS)

• Corinne ( LDC Charlotte)

• Dylan Barnes ( Jody Philips Dance Company)

• Dylan Brotherton ( DNA Creatives Dance)

• Eliseo Duque ( The Rock Centre For Dance)

• Elizabeth Pugach ( Elite Danceworx)

• Ella Geraci ( Dance Enthusiasm)

• Evan Scott ( Broadway Dance Center)

• Isabella Zhong ( Vlad's Dance Company)

• Gabriel Kleeman ( Pas De Deux Hawaii)

• Kaci Oh ( PDD Company)

• James ( MJ's Dance Company)

• Kasey Blackmon ( The Collective PHX)

• Isaiah Santos ( Stars Dance Co)

• Greta Wanger ( Summit Dance Shoppe)

• Grayson Skarsvaag ( Danceology)

• Faith Sherwood ( Dance Universe)

• Haiden Kandukeville ( Distinction Dance Company)

• Kayla McLeand ( Steps N'Motion Dance)

• Kayleigh Stoler ( Dance Enthusiasm)

• Kenly Craver ( Studio 1 Dance Academy)

• Makenzie Ties ( Allegro Performing Arts)

• Kourtney Gampol ( OCPAA)

• Kylie Zachman ( Artistic Generation Dance)

• Landrie Ellis ( CCJ Conservatory)

• Lauren Allison ( Dance Deluxe)

• Leila Frey ( G Force Dance Company)

• Lexi Godwin ( Evoke Dance Movement)

• Libby Jhonson ( Club Dance)

• Lilyana Kimal ( Dance Arts Center)

• London Alexis ( DKDPC)

• Lorelai Watchus ( Bridge Dance Arts)

• Maddee Richardson ( The Collective PHX)

• Mila Manoni ( Scenic City Dance)

• Mila Wong ( Starlight Dance Studio)

• Mila Hiatt ( Russian Ballet Academy)

• Natalia Morris ( The Dance Zone)

• Neo Del Corral ( Stars Dance Studio)

• Lisbon Hedrick ( Nathomas Dance Method)

• Amayah Skye (Rockford Dance Company)

• Onna Williams ( Evolve Dance Complex)

• Paula Marijuan ( Magic Dance Studio)

• Presleigh Kreiensik ( MLDA)

• Presley Baird ( DNA Creatives Dance)

• Rayna Raid ( Impact Dance Project)

• River Sergerman ( Club Dance)

• Sam Evans ( Evolve Dance Complex)

• Sarahi Lopez-Prieto ( Mather Dance Company)

[julybloom]

hi pookies, here's a list of muses i'd love to play some more - like this and i'll come bug you for plots.

aaron (taylor zahkar perez)

peyton (grace van patten)

dominic (drew starkey)

kieran (jonathan daviss)

hayden (miles teller)

natalie (isabel may)

sophia (madison bailey)

cassandra (sofia carson)

caleb (ben barnes)

beau (tom blyth)

madison (halston sage)

katie (olivia holt)

kylee (rachel zegler)

andrew (josh hutcherson)

claudia (laura harrier)

nathan (alan ritchson)

carson (christopher briney)

luke (nicholas galitzine)

kayla (candice patton)

karsen (alisha boe)

hailey (madison iseman)

madeleine (maia reficco)

stephen (henry cavill)

[kotlcmlbfann]

abt me

kayla

she/her

straight

muslim

marvel

the riordanverse

BROOKLYN NINE NINEEEEE

first crush was tom holland. still is.

OBSESSED w spider-man, bucky barnes, deadpool, and js marvel in general

if you'd like, follow me on wattpad and pinterest, username is kotlcmlbfann (same as this one)

always here if you need me, message me if you want ^^

always open to getting to know ppl better! love yall!

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

GUYS THERES MORE

hello lovelies!! here is where you will find my masterlist for all my works. i currently only write for sebastian stan characters. please enjoy and happy reading, my sweets 💜

cloud graphic credit: firefly-graphics

fluff ☁️ , smut 🔥, angst 💔, dark 🖤

spoiled and stuffed 🔥

bucky surprises you with a gift on your birthday. (2.6k words)

tension 🔥

you’re devastated when your usual massage therapist becomes unavailable at the last minute, but an unexpected trainee is more than happy to handle you. (4.2k words)

perverse desires 🔥

assigned an undercover mission, you’re partnered up with the bane of your existence, bucky, to pay a visit to a sex club. what could go wrong? (4k words)

anywhere away with you ☁️🔥💔

old ghosts from your past threaten to disturb the peace you’ve made with your new life. Will temptation steer you away? (11k words)

drabbles:

lumberjack!bucky prompt ☁️

a second chance (series) ☁️🔥💔

love just wasn’t enough to keep your marriage together - nick’s restless ambition to get the promotion in his career ended up driving an everlasting wedge between the two of you, and ending in divorce. but when you come back home to new york after three years away in london, can nick win back your heart? (ongoing)

part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon!)

[fullmetal-angelgrace]

just watched x-men origins: wolverine and LMAO i know people said it was bad but holy FUCK was it bad

why would an adamantium bullet do shit to his memories??? he's been shot in the head probably a thousand times before with his brains blowing out why would this be any different just because of the material of the bullet?? whack, also weird that his body just kinda absorbed the adamantium

also I can't believe they DOUBLE fridged the love interest like damn

there were so many moments where i laughed because they were trying to be sooooo serious lol

it honestly started out ok tbh but went downhill pretty fast. i did like seeing logan being happy and doing domestic things, and just kinda being soft a lot, even after all the shit, like with those old people in the barn, and with that teleporter friend too, but also. like. wtf was with the random fat joke, like: haha he's fat now, that's it. that's the joke.

i think what i hated most was them bringing back kayla and she just stood there while logan stared at her and stryker said it was all fake, like she didn't say a damn word, the writers really hate women 😭😭 i thought she was good in the beginning, but she felt weirdly bland at the end, she was really just there for the man pain 😔