#like that is how chill and based she is with this

[szatears]

Could you do a sinners story. That’s a Stack x Mary x Black!reader set now. Where they slowly fall in love with reader who’s baddie and include some jealousy.

three's trouble, stack & mary.

summary: stack had always had a thing for you. you never thought much of it because he was a huge flirt like that and also because of the other girl he was always entertaining. but maybe, just maybe, you could have a bit of fun with that?

pairings: stack x blackfem!reader, stack x mary, mary x blackfem!reader.

warnings: slight smut (one day i'll go the whole way), some descriptions of reader, mary being jealous of reader.

notes: this one is kinda long! i'm a smoke girly through and through but this request may have bumped stack up my ratings a little 😛 also by 'set now' i'm assuming you mean in today's era but if that's not what you meant then i wholeheartedly apologise 😭

It started off as a joke. When Smoke and Stack opened up their juke joint, you had originally gone there with a couple of your girls, until it became a routine place for you guys to meet up and debrief, letting loose as the night's events would take you away.

It wasn't until the fourth time you went there that you met Mary. You were on the dance floor with your girls when she almost bumped into you, turning around with an apologetic face. She hovered over her words as she spoke to you, taking in your face and that gorgeous two piece you had on you.

Something clicked in her head in that moment, it was all fuzzy, not quite connected, but she just knew she'd be seeing more of you.

And that she did.

It became a weekly thing, going to the joint. The first time you met Stack was no accident; it seems he had actually sought you out from the crowd. He wanted to know what it was about this girl that Mary kept going on about.

Mary wasn't infatuated to say, she was more... interested. There was something about you that drew her in, the way you laughed at her jokes, how effortlessly your body moved to the rhythm of the music as you both danced, the intense eye contact... It really drew her in.

Stack wasn't really what you expected. Perhaps you just thought he'd be like his brother, Smoke. Cold, tough, not interested in anything that doesn't benefit him in a way, or at least that's what you gathered from all that you heard.

But he wasn't like Smoke, at least not entirely. Stack was clearly the more chilled of the two, the one open to having a bit of fun.

The joke itself was based on how much of a liking Mary and Stack took to you. You'd be told that they didn't always tolerate people outside of their immediate circle, that there was just something special about you.

When Stack began to call you his girl, or when Mary started to affectionately show you off to anyone who would listen, you started to think there was more to your relationship with them than you suspected.

That being said, you weren't surprised when Stack greeted you with an arm thrown over your shoulders, pulling you into him every time he saw you since the say you met.

"There's my favourite girl," he'd drawl out with a huge smile, an icy pink drink in his hand waiting for you.

"Hey, Stack," you'd kiss his cheek, taking the drink from him and allowing him to take your hand in his, leading you to the section of the joint him and Smoke fixed up nice and neat for them and their special guests.

You felt the eyes on you as you walked behind him, albeit he was moving at a fast pace through bodies that parted so he could pass. He was respected like that.

"Where's Mary?" You asked when he sat you down right next to him, one of your legs resting over his lap as his arm lay low around your waist, holding you to him.

You had to lean up close to his ear to ask over the loud blues that was being played on the stage, presumably Sammie. Your new 613 styled hair tickled his face a little when he leaned closer to you to answer.

"She's around, I ain't too sure where," he waved you off, almost like it irritated him to answer. You came to the conclusion that Stack and Mary had a complicated relationship, it was pretty obvious to anyone who watched them for more than a moment.

At times you got caught up in the middle of their arguments or tiffs, where Mary would complain to you about Stack being Stack, and Stack would tell you to tell her to "ease off a lil'". It was always something with those two.

You stayed in his company like that for most of the night, mainly because Stack wouldn't exactly let you get up. You were a catch, he knew that and you did too.

He saw the eyes you'd get from every guy here and then, but none of them would make a move whilst you were with him. They'd wait until after, but even then, the fear of messing with Stack's girl would keep them away.

"Damn, Stack, save some girls for the rest of us," Melo laughed as he dapped him up. Melo was one of the guys that Smoke and Stack tolerated, for more reasons than just the fact that he was a funny guy. You thought it had something to do with the 'business' that they handled, and you were probably right.

Stack smirked, his hand subtly rubbing your ass over the skirt you wore. "Man, gone on," he gestured to Melo.

"Nah, real shit though, where Mary at?"

"I'on know, does it look like I got her on a leash? She's wherever she's at." He snapped. You frowned at that, coming to the conclusion that they had definitely gotten into it before you arrived.

Melo held his hands up in surrender, walking away to the bar. It was like he could feel you judging him, because when Stack looked down at you after reaching into his pocked for a prerolled blunt, he shook his head. "Don't you start on me too, ma" he mumbled, fumbling in his pockets for a lighter.

"Hm," was all you said. "I'm gonna go look for her."

He didn't stop you, try to make you stay. He let you go after her.

Mary was on the other side of the joint, laughing it up with some girls you'd never seen before. She spotted you just as you spotted her, her face brightening up at the sight of yours.

"Hey, there is she is right now! Look girls, this is the fine lil' lady I was talking to y'all about earlier," she held your hand as she brought you to the group. You smiled at them all, trying to fight away any awkwardness.

"You look good," Mary brought her arms to rest around your neck, intertwining them together. Yours rested loosely around her waist, the two of you almost flush together.

"Thanks, doll," you made a kissy face at her, not expecting her to actually kiss your lips. It was a short kiss, and she pulled away with a huge smile. Poor girl was gone. "What's up with you and Stack though? Y'all fighting again?"

Mary rolled her eyes, removing a hand from around your neck to pull her dress down a little. You recognised the dress, it was one you helped her pick out on the many shopping trips the two of you took together with Stack's money. It was a deep red, came up to her mid thighs and exposed her back at the behind.

"That man ain't shit," she groaned. "Talking 'bout I get on his nerves and don't know how to leave him alone. Maybe don't send mixed signals then?!"

You nodded as she ranted, her friends now dispersing across the joint to leave you two alone. This was nothing you haven't heard before, Mary and Stack always got into it about something along the same lines as their last argument.

"Maybe I should just have you be my new thing instead of him," Mary frowned, leaning her body on yours. You smiled at her words.

"I wouldn't mind that."

*

A couple days later, you assumed they'd be on good terms again but it seemed not. You were hanging around in your apartment when you heard the door open, confusing taking over your face because no one else had a key. Before you even had a chance to grab something incase you needed to defend yourself, you heard a voice call out for you.

"Where you at, baby?" Stack asked, taking his shoes off by the door.

"Elias, I told you to stop picking my damn doors," you kissed your teeth, exhaling a much needed sigh of relief after that small scare.

"Then start answering your phone," he said like it was the most obvious response. He kissed your lips briefly, mumbling a "hey" before he made his way to your kitchen, coming back to you with a bottle of water.

"What brings you here?" you asked, settling down on the sofa.

He didn't reply straight away, instead he took the time to admire you as he drank. You weren't wearing anything too special, a small, white spaghetti strapped tank top with light grey joggers that belonged to a lounge set. You looked good. You always did. Hell, you could be wearing the most basic thing ever and Stack would find you drop dead gorgeous.

A small smirk made its way to his face as his thoughts trailed off to other things, making you tilt your head at him.

"Hello?" you nudged him.

"Sorry, darling," he finally snapped out of his trance. "You got me a lil' distracted there."

You smiled, like you always did when he flirted with you. He put the cap back on his bottle, placing it down on the coffee table in front of him before his arms reached out for you, pulling you into him.

You let him guide you over his laps, straddling him with your palms resting flat against his chest. Stack's hands rubbed over your ass as he leaned further into the sofa, his eyes staring right into yours.

"You didn't answer my question," you looked back at him.

"I can't pay you a visit no more? Damn," he sighed, squeezing at your hip.

"I didn't say all that," you rolled your eyes. "You and Mary keep getting into it and then dragging me in your mess."

The day before, Mary had come over to yours. Originally she planned to convince you to come out with her, but you had had enough of partying for a couple of days. So she stayed in with you.

What started off as you two watching movies and making dinner turned into her hands caressing gently over your body, your lips on hers and a whole lotta noise.

"That ain't nothing new," He said.

"Yeah? Maybe that's a sign, I don't know..."

"A sign for what?"

"A sign that—" you were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, a puzzled expression on your face as you removed yourself from Stack's lap to answer it. There was nothing that annoyed you more than unexpected guests, but two? This was a new record now.

You opened the door, eyes widening at the sight of Mary.

"Hey, girl," she smiled at you. She looked down behind you for a brief moment, her eyes landing on Stack's shoes. She look back at you, eyes narrowed before she moved past you and inside.

"Yeah, come right in. No, I'm not too busy at the moment," you mumbled to yourself. It wasn't long before you were hearing raised voices and all sorts of cuss words being thrown.

"Really?! So you can be here, around her, but you can't be bothered to come see me?"

"Mary, calm the fuck down and watch who you talking to," Stack ran a hand down his face, his mood completely soured as he reached for a blunt in his pocket.

"No! Because you're such a fucking liar! I swear to God," she laughed bitterly, turning to face you now. "And when were you gonna tell me about this. Huh? After I slept with you again?"

Stack's brows piqued up at that, turning to you too.

"Mary, you knew Stack's been coming up here, I literally told you that—"

"What, y'all got something goin' on too?" She scoffed. It was insane to her how she was the one who introduced you two yet felt completely left out of the loop.

"I mean, shit, if you want," Stack smirked, clearly unfazed by the situation in front of him.

"Shut the hell up," you and Mary both said.

Sighing, you walked towards her. You could see the pout on her face, the crease in her brow that only appeared when she frowned. "You like him more than me or somethin'?" She asked you.

"No. I like you both. I also think you're both irritating as fuck," you spoke honestly, tucking a standing of your hair behind your ear that had fallen out of the ponytail you put it in before they both came.

Stack blew smoke out of his mouth from where he sat, watching you both. You wrapped your arms around Mary's waist, inching your face closer to hers. Her eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, waiting for you to make the first move.

You broke your gaze away from her face to look at Stack, his eyes focused on you and what you would do next. A smile graced your lips, your attention back on Mary. You leaned in, feeling the softness of her lips welcome yours.

"Damn," Stack mumbled.

Mary kissed you back, a small moan escaping her lips as she did. When you parted your lips, her tongue didn't waste any time, exploring your mouth as you moaned shamelessly.

You broke away from the kiss, leaning your head on Mary's shoulder as you looked at Stack. "There are more ways to solve this lil' issue, you know."

Stack smiled, putting his blunt in the ashtray. You pulled away from Mary, pushing her gently towards Stack, who took her into his arms. He kissed her, slow and gentle.

"You know I love you," he mumbled against her lips.

"Yeah. I love you too," Mary sighed, glad she was finally being shown some attention by him.

They turned to look at you, Mary patting the spot on the other side of Stack. "And we love you too. Guess we'll just have to learn to share," she smirked.

You sat down, and it wasn't long before Stack's lips were on yours, his hand around your throat, pulling you closer. Mary watched on, her lip tucked in between her teeth. Why didn't she ever think of this before.

She kissed down Stack's neck, nipping and biting, letting up when you started to kiss her. Her hands grabbed at your top, breaking away from the messy kiss to pull it off of you. Stack took his top off too, his toned body on display. You almost drooled, you couldn't believe this was actually happening, or rather, that it was happening so late.

Stack leaned towards your neck, sucking and kissing wherever he could as you groaned, tilting your head back slightly. Mary was still on you, kissing you from cheek to cheek before she was back on your lips. You were overwhelmed a little, but the good type of overwhelmed.

Stack pulled away, his eyes lustful and full of want as he looked at both his girls. "I think we should take this upstairs."

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[kenniuu]

got the seal of approval HUZZAH

gen z au by @dyellogin !!

i think a lot so small notes under cut if you’re interested in that (tw: ed mentions)

Billie:

self proclaimed femcel who’s biggest problem at the moment is that the term has gotten “hijacked” by attractive geek girls with boyfriends

she wants a boyfriend but thinks theyre all normie chads who only want bimbo foids (shes scared of intimacy) so she substitutes with 2d men and otome games that are 9/10 just softcore porn

keeps her hobbies a secret when shes outside or at work so people assume shes just quiet shes far more shameless online. true lover of internet anonymity

thinks shes tomoko and asa mitaka in the flesh and blood

Josephine:

massive selfshipper and aside from the fetish art they commission they also get their selfships done

very open about being a character hater if that makes sense, idk why i needed to include this so bad but i really imagine them to be like that one guy that hates amy rose for some reason. main targets are ones that get in the way of their pairings or selfships

they wear a binder and are not strict about pronouns i haven’t delve too much on my thoughts on this cause i feel like it is a topic i am somewhat unknowledgable on so please interpret as you must

Priscilla:

popular on tiktok and unironically refers to herself as a muscle mommy

very dedicated fan base that defends her against a scandal every month. like she’ll make these insane edgelord videos that aren’t even funny just offensive that people confront her on then some guy with the user columbine2025 is saying how people can’t make jokes online anymore

has insaneeee hybristophilia and secretly saves edits and videos of her favorites. doesn’t think she can fix them but plays into the “i can make them worse” gimmick

Jenny:

a huge pick me mingles a lot with the douchebags on her campus but doesn’t have a lot of friends outside of that

wayyy less chill(?) then her male counterpart. very critical and mean if she doesn’t like you mostly a result of her own insecurities which in turn fuels her need for male validation

the vaping and drinking is really just to cope lol she’s way more depressed when she does it also i think she's a buzzball main

despite saying her art social media is not supposed to be political at all (escapism excuse) she has been picked up as the token yesman of alt right weebs on x/twitter

Jenny is bulimic and has a private account on edtwt. her posts consist of her binges and bodychecks

kept their stuff short since i mainly focused just on stuff i think would be different ^-^ thankyou

[sad-gay-loser]

My opinions based on your sh tool

Pencil sharpener blades: We’ve all been there, the definition of desperate. May not be the sharpest but she gets the job done and will have a special place in our hearts <3

Razor blades: My absolute fave, works like a fucking charm. You’ve definitely done some experimenting trying to get them out of the razors.

Scissors: You’re either super desperate and using the only thing you can find, or you’re crazy and literally cut chunks out of your skin. I could never stomach cutting chunks so y’all are brave

Lighter: I’ve never used it, but you seem pretty chill. Definitely gets overlooked in the sh community

Hands: sometimes it’s just easiest to dig your nails into your skin until they’re decorated in those little half moons. Skin picking too, that also a fun one. Pretty easy to hide and execute, not the most painful tho

Knives: depends on the kind of knife. You could have anything from light cuts to some deep serious shit. It’s probably a pain in the ass to hide the knife tho.

Safety pins: these were my starter tool. Again, not the sharpest, but she works and isn’t really that hard to find. You’re probably just starting out with sh, and I recommend you don’t continue doing it because it can be very addictive

Glass: you’re pretty cool! It’s a pretty solid tool with good sharpness, and not too big to hide! You have a very well rounded tool and have probably been doing this for a while.

Box cutter: again, never used it, but they seem about the same sharpness as a razor blade. I’m kinda jealous of how easy they seem to hold and the leverage you can get. You seem like someone who likes the sharpness of a razor blade but is going the classy route.

I’ve definitely forgotten some so lmk what and I’ll edit it <3

If I got anything wrong I’m so so sorry

[l4verq]

life in jackson hole | joel miller x reader

a look into life with joel in jackson hole

warnings : none, domestic stuff

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life in jackson hole is slow, sometimes.

it’s a strange sense of vague normalcy in an otherwise infected world, it’s slow and sweet.

it’s sweet between joel’s arms in the chill of night, a familiar hum of his chest lulls you to sleep. his warmth hugs you tight, tricking your body to ease and your mind to rest. you drift off to some good dreams that night.

you tell him about them the morning after. he listens with intent, tracing small circles on your shoulder, eyes slightly droopy. you whisper about a lake that sparkled underneath the sun, how the wind felt on your skin, how real it felt.

“was I there too?” he mumbles.

you teasingly take a beat to respond. his brows furrow as he slightly jerks back to get a full look at you, biting back an undeniable smile.

of course he was there, beside the lake waving at you, slightly younger, almost untouched by the grime and burden of the dead. he looked happy.

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sometimes, it’s lazy after patrol duties, with you two sprawled on the hardwood floor.

joel’s lips curl in concentration as he shakily applies a purple coat of glittery polish to your toenails.

he had grabbed it from a rundown shop during his morning patrol shift.

“i thought you’d like it,” he warily looks up at you, “you like it?”

your nod of approval washes off the slight uncertainty in his eyes, a crooked smile worming onto his lips. he leans in for a gentle peck on your forehead.

“y’know, purple was her favourite color.”

his eyes widen slightly, almost as if he’s shocked those words came out of him.

sarah.

he never mentions her by name. it slips from his mouth sometimes, only when he’s sleeping.

“she had great taste.” you return the kiss on his lips.

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ellie challenges you to a duel, a snowfight duel.

of course, you oblige.

she’s grown more agile, stronger since her training started and oh man, you felt every ounce of strength with each snowball she sent blasting your way.

“ellie, i’m starting to think this is an attempt to murder me.” you huff out, feigning defeat by raising your arms.

joel looks on, a smile tugging on his lips. a chuckle escapes him when you tackle ellie to the ground.

life is funny sometimes in jackson hole too.

“get off me!” ellie yells in between laughs.

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terror is all joel knows when you step out the gates.

he knows you can handle a simple hour long patrol, he ain’t doubting your ability. it’s the dead that scares him, the fungus that crawls round his mind.

It ain’t helping that ellie is your hunting buddy either. the impulsive and oddly fearless lot of you two together as a pair scares him more than an infected.

he cranes his neck to get a last glimpse of your horse trotting out the gate followed by ellie’s. the gates slam shut behind you two, a crippling sound that sends daggers up his legs.

“they’re gon’ be fine.” tommy’s voice cuts through the ringing in his head.

“I know.” joel huffs out, turning on his heel towards him.

tommy cocks his head amusingly, “then, quit looking like you needa take a shit.”

“fuck off.”

a familiar weight tucked onto his belt crackles, “joel, I already miss you.”

it’s you, he cracks a smile at that.

“all units, this is base. be advised—walkie-talkies are for emergency use only. repeat, emergency use only.” a monotonous voice blares a warning.

tommy chuckles, “you guys are gonna be stripped of your walkie-talkie privileges if you keep this up.”

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fuck.

you’re whimpering now.

joel has you hoisted up on his worktable, fingers tugging on your panties, dragging them hastily down your legs. each breath gets more laboured as his hand grazes against his lips. his fingers glisten with saliva, you’re already aching for touch, some friction, contact.

“joel,” you manage to breathe out, “please.” you grip onto his plaid, you’re pleading at this point.

he shushes you, leaning in impossibly closer. “I know, baby, i know..”

his fingers agonisingly trail up your upper thigh, his nose brushed against yours.

the ache hurts now, you burrow your head in his neck, biting your lip.

“fuck, baby you’re already wet.” he whispers as his fingers slide into your slit. your legs almost give way when he starts rubbing small circles on that ache.

“can i taste you?” it’s not a question, he’s already lifted his hand.

you moan at the sudden lack of contact, the fleeting relief from his fingers is gone.

he envelopes his fingers with his lips, groaning at the familiar taste of you.

you grip onto him tight, hoping it grounds you here down to jackson hole.

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months pass by in jackson hole, it’s a bright summer day when you see joel cry for the first time.

he’s succumbed to the floor, a crumpled up mess on his knees. he clutches onto his chest as if his heart might fall out. it’s strange to witness him so vulnerable, stripped bare naked to his core as the grief pours out of him. he’s just used to pushing the pain down his body.

it’s gushing out of him now.

he’s weeping for his daughter, crying out for salvation.

you can’t even enter the room, you sink against the door onto the floor. faith was something you lost a long time ago yet you find yourself praying for joel.

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a/n : i MISS joel :(

idk what this was

[ilostdoor-itgone-ohno]

ranking hermits and friends based on how scary they are (to me)

explanations under the cut :)

Okay starting off: Not all hermits are here, not all friends are here. these are only my opinions, you may think otherwise and that's fine. Also Cleo is scarier than JoeHills but they still belong in the same category.

ZombieCleo: terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. I feel like if I even accidently upset them I would be punched with NO hesitation. It may not be Cleo that punches me but I will get punched regardless. But also total badass and I think they would be huggable if you hang out enough.

JoeHills: petrifying. From what I've seen (and I haven't seen much) this guy is certainly smart enough to raise an army of followers then find out all my information (he wouldn't send them anywhere but he'd let me know he's got 'em (please don't take my social security number)). Also really cool glasses :)

LDShadowLady: Scary but it's mostly Joel being scary around her lol but also she and Stampy got me into watching Minecraft youtubers <3

SMajor: I've watched enough life series and Minecraft escape rooms to know this dude is unhinged. He wouldn't even think about hurting me but he's so chill and friendly and I think he may be huggable

Grian: Behind those soulless eyes is deranged dude, behind the deranged dude is a softie that just wants his mending book.

GeminiTay: So scary, so huggable, cool af, amazing taste in games and fashion. GeminiSlay, total savage, determined to win in any game.

PearlescentMoon: Both scary and huggable, 5am Pearl could kill me straight off but normal Pearl? Absolute sweetheart, just a lil' silly goose, wouldn't even hurt a fly.

SmallishBeans: So British, his accent cracks me up every time. His reactions are so explosive and that's the part that scares me but very entertaining.

InTheLittleWood: This guy over here is so freaking funny, still scary but I'd die of laughter before he even got the door ajar

Docm77: I'm going to be honest here, I haven't watched much Doc content but from Grian's perspective he's scary.

Mumbo Jumbo: The guy is a big softie, let's be real. Also his hermitcraft stuff that I've seen is so adorable.

GoodTimesWithScar: he's just so cute <3 definitely huggable but not a dad, he's just so silly <3

SolidarityGaming: he'll never be scary after watching that one stream after he goes skiing and its essentially just him falling down constantly in the background of Kristy looking amazing.

RenDog: he's just cool, not scary at all.

ImpulseSV: Dad #1

Skizzelman: Dad #2

Tango Tek: Dad #3

BDoubleO100: Dad #4

The Dads: 100% huggable. They could even be classed as a safe space. We love the dads <3

Ethoslab: Not a dad but still huggable.

[brookediamonds]

what if i told you i’m a mastermind? | Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based off this request. Your dad hates your new relationship, and so does Axel. When sensei Wolf catches Axel's lingering gaze on you, he decides this is the perfect opportunity to take you away from that idiot you call your boyfriend.

Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Possessive Axel, angst, fluff?

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You liked Jake.

He was loud, sure. A little full of himself. Okay, a lot full of himself. But he was confident, funny, and he fought like he actually had something to prove.

And he liked you. A lot. Always showing up to the dojo even when he didn't need to, always throwing an arm around your shoulders, always calling you babe like it wasn't way too early for pet names.

It felt nice. Simple.

You'd just finished a set of drills with Jake, him shirtless, naturally, because "sweat is just liquid gains," or whatever nonsense he said.

And now he was stretched out beside you on the bench outside the dojo, one arm draped lazily over your shoulders like he owned the air you breathed.

"You coming to the bonfire tonight?" he asked, grinning. "Gonna be fun. I've got us covered with drinks, a blanket, the works."

You smiled. "Maybe. Depends if Sensei is in a good mood."

Jake made a face. "Your dad seriously needs to chill."

"Tell me about it," you laugh. Jake took that as a yes and leaned in, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek. You didn't stop him. You didn't even flinch.

But your stomach knotted.

Across the lot, you caught a shadow leaning against the far wall. Tall. Still. Watching.

Axel.

His arms were crossed, expression unreadable, but his eyes were burning holes through Jake's hand on your shoulder. You looked away quickly, heart in your throat.

You looked back again. Still there.

Still watching.

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"Something bothering you?"

Sensei Wolf's voice was low, gruff, closer than Axel expected. He hadn't noticed the older man approach until he was standing right beside him.

Axel didn't flinch. Just straightened his posture, but kept his eyes on you. Wolf followed his gaze. Watched as Jake whispered something in your ear and you gave a strained little laugh that didn't touch your eyes.

The old man’s mouth twisted.

"I hate that punk," he muttered. "Never met someone I wanted to hit more."

Axel smiled faintly. "Yeah. Me too."

Wolf turned his head, studying Axel now instead. "You got a thing for her or somethin’?

Axel didn’t answer right away. His jaw flexed, teeth grinding slow and deliberate.

"I'd treat her better."

Wolf narrowed his eyes at the tall boy next to him. "You'd better. You screw around with my daughter, I break your legs. Simple."

Axel didn't blink. Didn't flinch. "I wouldn't screw around."

There was a pause. Then the unthinkable happened.

Sensei Wolf nodded.

"Good." His voice dropped lower, like this was classified information. "Maybe it's time someone took her away from that loser."

Axel turned to him fully now. "You're serious?"

"You're not stupid. You're dangerous, yeah, but you respect strength. Discipline. You'd protect her," Wolf spoke firmly, glancing back toward you and Jake, sneering. "He wouldn't even know how."

Axel's fingers curled into fists at his sides. "So you would be okay with me… stepping in?"

Wolf shrugged. "Not my problem if she leaves him. She's smart. She'll figure it out. Just... don't give me a reason to come after you."

Axel's smirk was sharp, full of things he wasn't saying. "I wouldn't dream of it, Sensei."

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You waited behind the dojo that evening like always. The back alley was quiet, warm air thick with the scent of pine and sweat and whatever cologne Jake used.

Your wrist still smelled like it, and it made you wrinkle your nose.

Then you felt him. That familiar heat at your back.

"You let him touch you too much today," Axel’s voice came out low, rough with restraint.

You turned just as he pressed you up against the wall, his grip on your waist bruising, breath ghosting your neck.

"We talked about this," you whispered, fingers threading through his brownish locks to keep him grounded. "It sells the story."

"I don't care about the story," he mutters.

His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face so he could kiss you. It was harsh, claiming, all teeth and tongue and frustration. Like he needed to re-mark you.

You barely caught your breath before he spoke again, voice darker now. "Your dad gave me permission."

Your eyes went wide at his words. "What?"

Axel nodded slowly, his burning eyes trailing down your face as he pulled you flush against him "He saw me watching you today. Pulled me aside. Told me to do it. Said he'd rather I steal you away than let you stay with that jackass."

Your heart stumbled in your chest as he ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

"No way," you breathed, the corners of your lips tugging up.

"He looked me dead in the eye and said, 'Just don't give me a reason to come after you.'" Axel gave a crooked, dangerous grin. "He wants me to take you."

You squealed, tugging him down for a quick kiss. Soft, full of giddy relief, before pulling back slightly.

"We can finally be together," you grinned.

"And you can drop that idiot," Axel added, resting his forehead against yours.

"Yeah," you nodded, lips brushing his. "But... it was kinda fun watching you get jealous."

That did it.

He let out a low growl, half annoyed, half aroused, and his hand smacked your behind, making you yelp before he yanked you even closer and crashed his mouth against yours.

You giggled against his lips, unable to help it. God, you loved when he got like this; Territorial. Raw. Yours.

"You're not funny," he muttered, voice rough against your skin.

"Sure I am," you teased innocently, arms looped around his neck now.

"You're all mine," he said again, slower this time. A vow. "And I'm done hiding it."

You smiled, breathless. "Then what are you gonna do about it?"

His answer was another kiss, deeper, hungrier. Possessive. Reckless. Let the world burn.

Your dad was finally on his side.

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The dojo smelled like sweat, wood polish, and tension. You had been successful in avoiding Jake all day at school, but knew you had to face him here.

You didn't notice him at first, too busy slipping off your shoes, smoothing your gi. Just another afternoon practice. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until Jake stepped into your path.

"Hey," he said, blocking your way to the mat with that cocky half-smile. "Can we talk?"

"Now?" Your eyes darted around the room.

"Yeah," he nods. "You ghosted me after class yesterday. You good?"

You averted your eyes from his gaze, looking for a way out but now was better than later, you suppose.

"Actually, there's something I need to tell you—" there's a presence suddenly at your side.

"She's with me now," Axel cuts you off. "You two are done."

Jake scoffs looking over at you as you stood in silence.

"You're kidding right?" He tries to catch your gaze. "You're my girlfriend."

Axel sighs crossing his arms over his chest.

"She was never yours," he says lowly. "You were a cover. A useful one, sure. Kept her dad off our backs. So… thanks for that."

Jake froze.

You didn’t say a word, heart pounding, breath caught in your throat.

"But I've got it from here," Axel added. "So you can back off now."

Jake's face twisted. "She's mine, bro. You don't get to just walk in and call dibs like we're trading baseball cards."

You winced silently, knowing how your actual boyfriend might feel about that.

Axel tilted his head. Smiled without humor. "Then let's settle it."

The dojo was starting to fill more and more with students, but as Axel began to remove his jacket, the kids around him moved out of the way.

"You and me," Axel proposes. "On the mat. Right now."

Jake hesitated, but his pride was too big to let him back down. "Fine."

Jake lunged first, sloppy with confidence. Axel dodged with brutal ease, letting Jake burn energy, letting him swing and miss and embarrass himself.

Then, like a switch flipped, Axel moved. Two hits. A sweep. Jake hit the mat with a dull, satisfying thud.

He groaned, completely dazed by the tall boys roundhouse.

Axel stepped back, eyes never leaving him. "We done?"

Jake blinked up, stunned, chest heaving. "She's not... she wouldn't..."

But you were already running. Your feet carried you fast across the mat, heart soaring as you made a beeline toward Axel, every second of hiding, pretending, finally over.

And just before you reached him, you paused beside Jake.

You leaned down slightly, giving him the gentlest smile you could manage while adrenaline still sang in your veins.

"No hard feelings," you frown, voice soft. "We can still be friends!."

Jake blinked up at you, stunned, as if the sting of your words cut deeper than Axel's fists.

Then you turned, closing the distance between you and Axel, and this time, nothing stopped you.

You launched into him, arms wrapping around his neck as he caught you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your lips found his, fast and breathless and so, so proud.

Axel kissed you back like he'd been starving for it.

When you finally pulled back, your eyes were gleaming.

"You really didn't have to go so hard on him," you whispered.

"He deserved it," Axel shrugged with a small smirk.

You laughed, tugging him down for one more kiss. "You're ridiculous."

"Yours," he corrected you, eyes never leaving your own. "And now, everyone knows it."

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(a/n: this was very soap opera and i loved every single minute of it 😈 damn right Axel would fight to the death for you. I hope you liked this!!)

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Ayyy look who made another au!

From the Rift Visible Universe (will expect later in the post)

Cape and head wings

Little deer tail (not shown)

Learned how to wield Night Raven’s powers

Looks a little more like Millennium Tree (aka more deer like)

Has a stronger herding/flocking instinct, more social

Chirps and thrills!

From the Rift Visible Universe

Cape wings

More dragonic, like Pitaya Dragon

Less dependent on the Dragon’s Bead. Think of it like an archon’s gnosis from Genshin Impact

Still recovering from being the Lord of Ash (both physically and mentally)

While more somber, he’s still an absolute menace

Rift AU is based off of my Kingdom’s layout :)

The Rift was a way for me to explain how Elder Faerie is alive and Cotton is young (I love old lady Cotton btw she’s so sweet n makes me emotional). However, it’s since taken a life of its own. It now throws Cookies from other universes and dimensions into this universe. The reason this layout’s called the Rift Visible Universe is because the Rift is usually invisible in most universes and this one is an expection.

There’s also a few other differences in storyline other than the ones I mentioned in the bios for Windy and Fire. White Lily and Elder Faerie are both dead and their powers were passed down (will draw them later?). PV and Hollyberry are nowhere to be found and their Beasts are shockingly chill, no chaos or anything and as if there’s no reason to go about their shenanigans anymore. Princess and Knight didn’t go on the Tropical Soda Island adventure and were never declared missing. Anddddd more :D

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Chapter 4 - The Ascent

Main Masterlist - Mini-Series Masterlist

Tags: Bucky Barnes/Female Reader, soulmates, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, eventual happy ending.

Summary/Warnings: You wait, and Bucky makes a choice.. Usual Warnings.

Author's Note: I love writing these fics cause it gives me an amazing excuse to just. Watch CATWS. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5.5k

Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

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You can feel him. Every single night when you get home, you feel the same song. The one you’ve always had, only when Bucky was close.

Home. Home is near, and you just have to go to it. Have it. Keep it. Let it keep you.

You’re not sure if home wants to keep you.

Because you can always feel Bucky. Somewhere above or around you, every single fucking night. And it’s not just his constant, dormant and strong presence in your mind and body. He’s on the air and in the sky, but never at your side. 

And you don’t know what they told him, about what happened to you. If they showed him the pictures. If Steve’s explained to him that they set you up with a job, and an apartment, and that Hydra wasn’t going to touch you again if they tried. You’re not even sure if Bucky was really even there, the day they rescued you. 

You’d felt him. But you hadn’t seen him. 

Haven’t seen him. 

He hasn’t come to see you. Bucky’s on the TV—his arms folded over his chest and his expression not in the harsh I can’t do anything but stand and follow way, but rather the I don’t want to talk, and I’ve got nothing to say anyways way—but he’s never on your front door. He’s in the wind, but that’s the only feeling of him you get. No hands skimming over your hips, or deep voice saying your name like it’s the only thing that’s ever been real, or fingers playing with your hair as your head rests on his knee. 

He got a haircut. You don’t hate it. It never would’ve happened on your watch, but Bucky wasn’t on your watch, and you’ll have him however you can get him. If that means shorter hair and a new, black arm, you’ll take it without a single fucking thought.

You still love him. You’ll always love him. Even if you never see Bucky again, you don’t know how to stop loving him.

He’d been the first thing you asked about, when they’d cleared you after your rescue.

“Bucky?” It had been all you could say. All you needed to say. Steve and Tony—it was really weird to be on a first-name basis so fast, but this whole thing was weird, so you’d gotten over it quick—had exchanged a look that you didn’t understand, and your arms had started to curve around your stomach.

You hadn’t seen him at all, but he was okay. He’d had to be okay. You would’ve known if he wasn’t, and you’d felt him in the Hydra base, and Steve and Tony were still having a silent conversation, but you just wanted Bucky-

“He’s your old pal, Cap.” Tony had finally muttered, jerking his head towards you. “I can make Nat do it, but it’ll be better coming from you.”

Something had formed a noose around your throat. “What will be better?”

Steve had sighed, shooting you an unreadable look. “Tony, I still think-“

“There’s nothing we can do about it right now. Talk to her before she goes crazy and we need to turn on the chill pill gas.”

“Do not use the chill pill gas-“

“I won’t if you handle this like a big boy.” Tony had shrugged, and given you a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry, kid. I looked at your file earlier, by the way. Impressive stuff. Won’t be hard to set you up after this is over. We’ll talk.”

“I…” You’d swallowed, shaking off the impressive stuff compliment from Tony Stark. “I don’t- Where’s Bucky?”

Steve had sighed. Again. Someone needed to help him work on that. 

All you’d gotten was a grimacing smile and shake of his head from Tony, and then he was gone.

“Steve?” You’d whispered, and he’d been rigid in front of you.  “Where’s Bucky?”

“He’s safe.” Steve had said, his tone impossibly even. Words almost rehearsed. “But it’s been… decided, that given the nature of your disappearance and his mental state, it might be best to keep you apart. Indefinitely.”

Indefinitely.

That meant forever, but Steve hadn’t known how to tell you.

You’d understood that. You hadn’t known how to react. You’d just felt numb. Hollow. Stuck in a loop where your brain simply had been unable to comprehend what apart meant. There would be Bucky. There had to be Bucky. That was just how the world worked. He came back. He always came back. 

Bucky was supposed to come back.

“Oh.” You’d whispered, your head still spinning around the words. “Okay.”

“You’re going to be fine.” Steve had muttered, still watching you like he was afraid you’d shatter at any second. “We’ll set you up so you can keep, you know. Having a life. Tony’s already expressed interest in all your research, so I don’t think he was joking when he said he’s hire you, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. And we’ve all volunteered to make sure you’re settled. Get you set up in an apartment, make sure it’s got the proper security. We’ve got some contacts working on overturning your legal death.”

And Steve had kept talking about logistics, and you’d barely been listening.

The thing in your head had been the word apart. Over and over and over.

So maybe home didn’t want you.

But that’s not possible. Every time the heavy, mind crushing thought crosses your head, you can cling to reality and know it’s not true. You can grab all the evidence you’ve spent so long gathering, and know that Bucky has to want you. You’ve dedicated your life to proving that Bucky has to want you. You’ve received awards and gotten paid more than you reasonably should, just because Bucky has to want you, and you need to prove it. 

He was still home. Your heart felt like it had been splintered, but you also knew Bucky. He wouldn’t have done that to you on purpose. He’d gotten worried when you’d been a little sad about a dog dying in a movie. And it wasn’t lovesick denial, like how the shitty therapist you got set up with said it was.

“Have you considered,” she’d hummed, sitting across from you on an ugly, boring fucking chair. “That maybe you romanticized this relationship-“

“No.”

She’s sighed. “I wasn’t finished with the question, you know. And it’s not a good sign that your response was that certain, without any evidence at all-“

“I have evidence.” You’d snapped, folding your arms over your chest. “And Steve told me that he was looking for me. That he turned himself in for help to find me.”

“What if Steve was lying? To preserve your feelings?”

You’d swallowed. “He wouldn’t do that.”

“Maybe. I don’t know him. I do know,” the therapist had given you a mockingly pointed look, and you’d wanted to punch her in the face. “That you claim that Bucky loves you, but he’s made no attempt to contact or see you. In your time of need, he wasn’t there. Is that how you treat someone you love?”

“Yes.”

The therapist had sighed your name, but you weren’t going to let Her keep going. You’d simply left, and texted Sam that you wanted that link to his survivors group therapy thing.

And the therapist hadn’t gotten it. No one really got it. They couldn’t. The symptoms, as it were, appeared stupid and irrational to everyone else, but you had proof. You weren’t an idiot. You’d picked up the blood-covered man on the side of the road not to be a Samaritan or out of naivety, but because you had to.

And Bucky had been there. He’s been here.

But you know him. And you know that he’s hiding from you on purpose, but he’s still there, because he always comes back.

You know he’s blaming himself. That he’d refused to even tell you about Hydra, because it would put you in just a little more danger. And you know about all the things they made him do, and that—when he’d been himself the most, before he’d leave and come back in the shell—he’d have nightmares about blood on his hands and choking down his throat.

And he’d let you hold him. But that was before. When some of that blood hadn’t been yours. 

Perceived as yours. As far as you’re concerned, none of this was even close to his fault. And if he’d show himself, you’d grab his face between your hands and tell him that, over and over and over, until he got it. 

But for now, indefinitely meant until you found where he was hiding, or he showed himself. 

You’d wait for him.

That’s how this works. You wait for him, and Bucky comes back.

And you’re still living, even without him. You’ve made friends. You got a cat, small and white and kind of a dramatic little bitch, and you named her Alpine. You don’t really go out, but you didn’t do that before, either. When someone asks you out, you polity turn them down and explain that you do have someone, they’re just solider. And you’re waiting for them to come home from war.

It’s not a lie. 

It’s just a different kind of war than they assume. 

Time continues to pass. Sometimes you’ll let your gaze linger on the sky for a little longer, just so Bucky knows you’re looking for him. You like your job—especially the money, you’ve never had money before, and most of it ends up donated but it’s good to know it’s there—and you like your apartment, and nothing really changes but that’s okay. You don’t need it to change. 

You’ve had enough change for a while. You still have to do the group therapy thing, and you get nightmares about Rumlow fisting a hand in your hair and forcing your jaw open, and you don’t wear swimsuits or tank tops, because you don’t have any desire the explain the Hydra brand on your shoulder.

Tony had offered to fix it. He’d said that, if you wanted, he could make it disappear. 

You’d turned him down. You won’t erase it. Won’t pretend it never happened, because it did, and you’re still standing despite of it. 

Hydra won’t hurt you again. If, somehow, all of Tony and Steve’s measures—along with Bucky’s nightly vigils he thinks you don’t know about—fail, you won’t let Hydra take you. You can shoot a gun now, and Nat taught you how to do the thigh move thing, and you can build a bomb.

You’d gone to the compound, to learn all those things. And you’d felt Bucky there the whole time, even if you’d never seen him.

It was more than enough. To know he was safe, and somewhere that he could exist without pain. 

And time just keeps moving. And you just keep waiting.

There’s a habit you’ve developed, and you know it’s not healthy, and you don’t really fucking care. 

You go to DC a fair amount, for work. And the Smithsonian exhibit about Captain America has been there forever, and it’s been altered since the everything that comes with the passage of time, but never anything you don’t know. There are things that are wrong, parts that Bucky had told you that hadn’t made it into the updated Fall of Hydra and freedom of the Winter Solider bit of the exhibit. Bits about his childhood with Steve the public didn’t get to know about, but you did. 

It’s one of the reasons visiting the exhibit helps. You get to see his face, but you can just google that. It’s mostly just reading over all the information, and being able to fill in a lot of the gaps. It’s even further proof that he existed with you, and you hadn’t just gone fucking insane. You knew about Bucky’s sisters, even though they were never mentioned. You know that this exhibit painted Steve to be a perfect little patriotic angel, but brave and good of heart meant reckless and good of heart. That it wasn’t an ironic twist of fate that Bucky was rescued by Steve. 

Steve had gone looking for Bucky. He’d gotten that mission together to save Bucky, because Bucky was worth saving.

“Ma’am?”

You glance to the side, and find a wide-eyed teenage boy bouncing on his toes. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, watching you carefully. “You been standing here for like, a really long time. And I’ve just been doing my report,” he holds up a notebook and pen, as if to prove their existence. “But you looked a little sad. I just wanted to check.” 

You just stare at him, and he swallows, extending a hand.

“I’m Peter by the way.”

He’s bouncy. A little puppy like. And when you give him a soft smile and your name he relaxes, even as you can see that concern starting to spread across his face. 

You have been here for a while. You’re always here for a while. But nobody’s ever asked you about it. And now you have to come up with a really good reason. 

“I’m just waiting for someone.” You shrug, and the Peter’s eyes widen.

“At a museum? Is he supposed to meet you here?” He pauses. “Or she? Or, is it multiple people? Maybe two people? There’s no reason for me to think it’s a he-“

“It’s a he.” You hum, and Peter relaxes. “And I doubt he’s coming. I just like to wait here.”

“Why?”

This kid is nosy. He’s lucky he looks so earnest, or you’d walk away. “It reminds me of him.”

“Oh. Did you guys… Go to a lot of museums together?” Peter glances at the Bucky exhibit. “Was he a fan of Mr. Barnes?”

You snort at that. “No, I don’t think he was.”

“Were you?”

“Yes.” You answer without a thought. Bucky’s the whole world. “Still am.”

Peter’s silent for a long moment. “How long have you been waiting for him? Your guy?”

“A while.” You shrug, glancing down at his notebook. “Don’t you have a report to be doing?”

“I- Uh, yeah. Are you sure you’re okay? I can wait with you-“

“No.” You let out a long breath, looking back to the exhibit. To Bucky’s face, a little younger than you’ve ever gotten to see it. 

But he’d still look youthful, when he helped you plant your flowers, and frowned at the TV, and laughed like nothing had ever been wrong in the world.

“He probably won’t show up today.” You say, trying not to let your own words break your head. “I’m just here. In case.”

“Oh.” Peter frowns at you. “When do you stop waiting?”

“I don’t.”

Peter’s just a kid, but you also don’t feel like trying to dance around it today. Bucky’s yours. He’s home.

He comes back, and you wait. 

He just has to come back.

“If it helps,” Peter mumbles. “Maybe he wants to come back, but can’t. That could’ve happened, right?”

You shake your head. “He can. And I know he wants to. He just has to be ready.”

“And you’re just gonna… wait?”

You nod, and you can almost feel Peter’s gaze shift from you to the picture of Bucky. He really is handsome. And you’d waited a whole lifetime for him before.

What’s a little while longer.

“Good luck with your report.” You give Peter a small smile, and he smiles back at you, his expression still nervous. 

“Thank you. I’m, uh- I’m sorry for bothering you-“

“It’s fine.”

“Okay.” He nods to himself, then starts to back away. “I hope your guy shows up for you!” 

Peter smiles at you one last before he bounces away, and you give him a small wave in return.

You don’t move. That’s part of the waiting. 

And Bucky won’t show up today.

But you hope he does, too.

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“Barnes!”

Stark’s shout was coming from behind him, but Bucky didn’t break pace. He didn’t want to talk to Tony right now. He didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. He needed to get on his bike, so he could make it down to the city and continue his creepy ritual. 

If he missed Her, he’d have no way of knowing if She was safe. And Steve had promised She’d be fine, but there was always a fucking chance. A small but real chance that, the one night Bucky didn’t check on Her, Hydra would find her and she wouldn’t come home. And they wouldn’t know She was gone until it was too late. Hydra wasn’t supposed to take prisoners, but they’d take Her. And they’d still know what She meant to Bucky, and this time, he’d lose Her.

His soulmate. 

Peter’s word had been rattling around in Bucky’s head for weeks. Soulmate. Bucky’s soulmate. That was why She was an instinct. Why She was safe. The safest place. They vibrated together—whatever the hell that meant—so She was for Bucky, the same way part of him always wanted to crawl back and be for Her. Be wanted, and cared for, and safe.

Bucky didn’t deserve to be safe. He barely deserved the government’s forgiveness, let alone Her’s. The only star that had been left in the sky, guiding him home whenever he got lost. The wind that turned to blow him where he needed to go, and the sunlight that sometime filtered through his windows in the compound, reminding him that things did get better. She’d made everything better. 

He’d have to live with this, though. Just seeing Her, like the work of art She was. Watching, but never, ever touching. 

“I know you can hear me, terminator!” Stark shouted, and Bucky sped up.

He was faster. If he just got away-

“Friday! Lock the hallway doors!”

“Right away, sir.”

The door locked, seconds before Bucky got to freedom. 

“What the fuck, Stark-“

“Don’t throw a tantrum.” Stark waved him off, panting slightly as he caught up. “I’m trying to have a conversation with you like an adult, Barnes, you’re the one who- Never mind. Not important. Why have you been sending my prodigal child to spy on your girlfriend?”

Bucky blinked. “You’ve got kids?”

“I’ve got the kid. Peter.”

“The spider-boy?”

“He prefers man.” Stark shrugged. “But yes. He’s been stalking your girl, Barnes, and I want to know why.”

Bucky stared at Stark for a long moment, the word processing through his head. His girl. Her. Peter was followed Her. Stalking Her. Maybe keeping tabs on Her for Bucky, but Peter knew Bucky had been watching Her, and maybe this was a trap, and Peter had snitched, and now Bucky was supposed to admit he’d been following Her, but if Stark had something to say about that he better damn say it and move on, because Bucky wasn’t going to be stopping until one of them was dead. Preferably him, as if She died first, he’d plant all those flowers on Her grave then crawl into the coffin at Her side, holding Her until she remembered who She was and came back home, home to Bucky-

“Hey!” Stark snapped his fingers in Bucky’s face. “Answer my question, tin man. Why’s the kid following her around?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky grunted, and Stark sighed.

“Here’s the deal, okay? I know about your little trips. I’ve known about them, because, as I attempted to explain before, I am keeping her safe. But apparently I should stop trying to tell super-soldiers from the 40s to trust technology, cause Cap keeps throwing out his very expensive Starkwatch, and you feel the need to act as a personal body guard to a woman who you refuse to even speak to.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Watch it-“

“No.” Stark pointed a stern finger at him, eyes narrowing. “I will not watch it, because I’m find with the stalking, but I will not let you loop the kid into your crimes. You know, besides the one he’s doing on purpose.”

“I didn’t loop the kid into anything.”

“Then why was he trying to talk to me about-“

“He followed me.” Bucky snapped, taking a firm step forward. “And I told him to drop it. That’s all that fucking happened, Stark, so unlock the doors or I will break them open.”

If Stark was fazed, he didn’t show it. Of course he didn’t. Asshole. “That wasn’t all that happened.” 

“Yes it-“

“Peter told me about your conversation.” Stark snapped, holding Bucky’s gaze. “About the soulmate shit. And that you thought it was bullshit.”

“He fucking what-“

“I just wanted to help!” Peter squeaked, seeming to fucking materialize from the ceiling before dropping down at Stark’s side. “And Mr. Barnes didn’t make me talk to her, Mr. Stark, I did that myself-“

“You talked to her.” Bucky was trying to keep his voice from being a shout, but it was just coming out poisonous. “I told you that was it.”

“But it’s not it-“

“Peter.” Stark stepped forward, and Peter’s mouth snapped shut. “How did you get into this hallway?”

Peter bowed his head, his voice only a mumble. “Clint showed me the vents.”

“And why the fuck did you go after-“

“Barnes.” Stark snapped, his eyes narrowed. “Deep breaths. We’re handling this. Peter, why did you go talk to our lovely, angry ex-assassins soulmate-“

“She’s not-“

“She is.” Stark shrugged. Like the words were fucking nothing, instead of a grenade straight to Bucky’s heart every time they were said, because the universe couldn’t do that to Her. “I’d bet most everything I own that she is. I am more worried about why you,” he glared at Peter. “Felt the need to participate in their sad little pining situation.”

“I just wanted to talk to her,” Peter mumbled, staring at the floor. “I didn’t mean to run into her, I promise, but I was on a field trip, and she was there. Looking at your exhibit!” Peter gave Bucky a wide, almost hopeful smile. “And she said she was waiting for someone! And that she was still a fan of you-“

Stark’s nose wrinkled. “A fan? She collecting little Barnes stickers?”

Peter shook his head. “No, it- It made more sense in context. But she’d said she’d wait for you forever, Mr. Barnes! So that’s what she wants, right? You?”

Bucky couldn’t move. Him. She wanted him. 

The kid could be lying, but he didn’t seem like the type. 

But there was no reason for Her to want Bucky. He’d never done anything for Her. He’d only gotten Her hurt, and failed Her.

Yet She was still waiting for him. 

She’d always been waiting for him. Every time he’d left, Bucky could remember Her waiting for him. And She was beautiful and kind and smart, and could’ve had anyone, but She’d chosen to wait for Bucky. There had been times where he’d be gone for months on end, but still.

She’d be waiting for him.

“Stark.” He grunted. “Let me out. Now.”

“But-“

Stark placed a firm hand on Peter’s shoulder, and the kid shut his mouth. “Friday, open the doors.”

It wasn’t a trap. Stark didn’t do traps like that. He only held Bucky’s gaze, and nodded to the exit.

“Make good choices.”

Bucky grunted, and walked away. 

Choices.

That hadn’t been something he’d had, for so long. And they were fucking hard.

Nobody talks about how fucking hard choices are. 

You have to make all the right ones. For yourself. For everyone else. And there are so many options, and they’re all complicate and simple all at once, and you’re always supposed to just make the right ones. Maybe it was an instinct he’d had before, then lost, but Bucky doesn’t have a goddamn clue which ones are the right ones. He doesn’t have a clue about anything.  

He had a clue about Her. No matter how many times he’d been wiped, Bucky had always had a clue about Her. At first it would just be a breach in the programming, telling him to go. Go to Her. Then it was the flowerbed that some part of his brain had understood to mean if he stood there, he’d be somewhere better. And he’d always be flooded with more and more knowledge of everything when She was lying in his arms, and he was at peace. 

He hadn’t done peace in a while, either. Here—at the compound—Bucky had the choices, but he didn’t have peace.

He missed it. 

Missed Her. 

All the fucking time, Bucky missed Her.

And he could spend another night on the roof, but She was already home. Bucky could feel it, running right along that instinct, that She was here but out of his sight.

He didn’t want Her to be out of his sight. He just wanted Her. And Peter said She was waiting for him. Looking at his exhibit and waiting for him. Just like how, every night, he returned to watch Her. 

And Bucky hated not being in control. He hated not having a choice. 

But he’d never had a choice with Her. It had always just been find Her. Go to Her. Go, go, go, you have to go to Her. First disguised as the program, but deeper. Part of Bucky, instead on just a voice in his head and strings on his body. 

She was deeper.

She was his. 

And before Bucky knew it, he was in the building. At Her doorstep.

Knocking on the door. 

It was a horrible, terrible, god fucking awful idea. His fist had barely left the wood, and Bucky knew it had been a terrible idea.

And it was far too late to turn back. The door swung open, and there She was.

Even more beautiful up close. Still clear. Colorful and made of sharp lines, and a soft, gentle smile. Like She’d been expecting him. And every bit of Her could split the heaviest of fogs, and guide Bucky home. 

To Her. 

“You’re here.”

He cleared his throat. “I’m here.”

“Do you want to come inside?” Her voice was soft too. Every bit of Her had always been soft. Not movable, not weak, but soft.

Like a ton of feathers. Just as heavy as iron. Just as strong. 

But crushing Bucky down softly, easily. 

He’d been fighting for so long. Every time he’d found Her, he’d been fighting something. His body, a target, Hydra, himself. 

And She’d been waiting. 

Bucky might be done fighting. And this—strong, suffocating, clear softness—was maybe the best place to rest. The safest place.

So he nodded, and Her smile grew as she stepped aside. 

“I didn’t know when you’d be… back.” She mumbled, scanning over Her apartment as she led him inside. “It’s a little bit of a mess, but-“

Bucky cut Her off with a grunt. “It’s good.” You’re good. Perfect. I’m home, and I don’t know where to go from here-

“Do you want to sit down?”

She’d always done that a lot. Understood what he needed. Taken care of him, even when he’d really been nothing more than a burden. 

“You- You don’t have to-“

Bucky sat down before She could finish, and her lips twitched slightly. 

There was a soft, rolling squeak, and suddenly something was jumping onto Bucky. He barely had time to brace his body back, before he realized that it wasn’t an attacker, or bomb, or any sort of threat to Her.

It was a cat. A pure white cat, purring on his lap and examining Bucky with big, curious eyes.

“That’s Alpine.” She mumbled, and Bucky glanced up at Her, clearing his throat.

“I, uh. I didn’t know you had a cat.”

“I didn’t.” She shrugged. “Let her smell you.” Bucky nodded, offering his hand, and Alpine had barely smelled it for a second before She was head-butting him, settling further into his lap.

A soft smile grew on Her face. “She likes you.”

“Gesso so.”

“Do you want-“

“I want you.” Bucky muttered, trying not to think too much. Thinking had always been his enemy. And She needed to stop asking what he wanted, because this wasn’t supposed to be about him. He was the one who failed, then left, then stayed away. 

“I-“

“I want to talk, doll.” He looked up at Her, not caring how much of his voice sounded like pleading. “Please, sit.”

She swallowed, and nodded. Dropping right at Bucky’s side, where he could feel the warmth of Her body. He reached out a slow, careful hand, keeping Alpine in his lap and giving Her plenty of time to swat it away.

But She didn’t. She let Bucky trace his thumb over Her cheekbones, then tuck some hair behind Her ears. Let him linger.

“Hi.” She whispered, Her eyes locked on his. “You’re back.”

“I’m back.” He murmured, giving Her a tiny and weak, but real, smile. 

She returned it. Like it wasn’t even a thought. “How long are you staying?”

“As long as you’ll have me.” His voice was a rasp, and what if She didn’t want to have him. What if She didn’t want him, and the spider-kid had been gone-

“Bucky?”

He nodded, something starting to sting at his eyes and strangle him, and She took a long breath.

“Why now?”

He blinked. “What?”

“Why- Why now?” She whispered. “I know you’ve been watching me, I just- I need to know why you were gone. And what made you came back. So I- I want you to stay, this time.” She swallowed, and Bucky could feel it in his own throat. “Please stay this time.”

Bucky couldn’t think about how She’d known he was watching Her. He only thought about the tears starting to roll down Her cheeks, and how She’d been waiting. Alpine was strolling away from Bucky to comfort Her, and that should’ve been his problem. Not the damn cat’s.

He never should’ve made Her cry. Ever.

He’d made the wrong choice. So many wrong choices. There was blood on his hands, over his heart, and beaten and painted over his skull. 

He wanted to start making the right choices.

He wanted to be clean.

“I didn’t want to leave you, babydoll.” He kept his voice low and slow, and She made a weak, choked sound. “I- I’m so fucking sorry. I was comin’ to get you, but Hydra got you first. Then I couldn’t find you, and I had to get mixed up in a lot of stuff to find you and- You’ve always deserved better than me, sweet girl. Better than an old man covered in blood, and I was tryin’ to be- I needed to be selfless. Needed to give you a shot at something better, and that meant me staying away. And I’m so fuckin’ sorry for not being there, and makin’ you wait, and- I’m-“ Bucky slid to his knees before Her, wrapping his arms around Her stomach. “I’m sorry. I never shoulda ever left, and I’m sorry.”

There was a long silence, as Bucky stayed on his knees, and She scanned over his face. She could break him. Cast him out, and he’d deserve it, make him repent a little more than just tear and apologies, make him earn it-

“I forgive you.” 

Bucky blinked. “But-“

“I do. I forgive you. But it’s not selfless to leave me, Bucky. And I don’t care who I deserve. And I don’t want better. I want you.” She swallowed, Her eyes going glossy on his. “And I need you to believe me when I say that.”

Believe Her.

That was easy.

She’d always helped him remember, always cared for him, always trusted Bucky not to hurt Her, even when She really shouldn’t have. 

If all Bucky had to do for Her to forgive him was believe Her, that was going to be the easiest thing in the world.

“I believe you.” He muttered, and Her smile is going to make him move mountains. “Thank you.” 

“Can we start over?” She whispered, Her eyes so bright on Bucky’s, and no choice had ever been easier.

“I’d… Like that. Please.”

“Good.” She gave him a small smile, extending out one hand. “Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

Bucky swallowed, taking Her hand slowly. It didn’t vanish. 

This was real.

“James Buchanan Barnes.” His voice was a little hoarse. She didn’t seem to mind. “But you can call me Bucky, doll. What’s, uh- You got a name?”

Her smile grew, She said Her name and Bucky had never heard her last name before. It suited Her well.

Barnes would suit Her better.

But he’d deal with that later. Right now, they were starting over. Bucky was starting over. 

With Her.

And there was no solider programming to breathe through, but there was still the sheer power of Her. And there it was. The calmness and clarity through his whole body. Bucky could feel it.

He was home.

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[filmsdkye]

Mads Mikkelsen vs Anthony Hopkins Hannibal portrayals

i rewatched silence of the lambs today and i’m very intrigued in the differences between anthony hopkins and mads mikkelsens portrayals as hannibal.

Note: i’ve only scene silence of the lambs. i’m reading the book right now and will watch the subsequent movies after i finish said book so this comparison is just based on that.

I don’t find Anthony Hopkins performance particularly terrifying but i do think he has moments similar to mads performance where you’re just like. damn this guy really is scary. Hopkins take on him in silence of the lambs plays into the public’s perception of Hannibal as this crazy psychopath. At the beginning he acts that way towards Clarice but as the film goes on it becomes more reserved for the audience. He’s still eerie towards Clarice but it’s more of a byproduct of his speech patterns than him trying to be “scary”. The final phone call shows this when the entire performance is dropped. He still keeps some humor in the performance, which i love, because i think the concept of Hannibal lector as a character is inherently comedic; meaning the way he carries himself, his pathologies, speech patterns, etc.

Mads Mikkelsens performance is completely different. I’m reluctant to say he’s normal, because one thing about that show is that you do have to suspend your disbelief just a little bit; i mean how does no one suspect him when he looks like that (obnoxious three peace suits), and talks alike that and acts like that. anyways, i digress, he may not be “normal” but he is incredible at acclimating to society. high society especially. He’s a master shapeshifter and what makes him so scary is that it genuinely shocks you for a moment when he acts like “hannibal lector”.

I love mads performance, and i think that he can be genuinely bone chilling. People site the season 2 finale but i think it comes out particularly with his dynamic with bedelia. it’s part of the reason i have a soft spot for season 3A despite not liking the season as a whole. Mads’s hannibal is a master at making others feel in control, making them feel like they have the upper hand. To the point where Bedelia, who is very aware of this and even tells Jack this in regard to his and wills plans, falls for it. She goes with hannibal believing that she can be on par with him, and keep equal power with him. That’s quickly shattered as he starts to fall apart and can’t maintain that front anymore, leading to her leaving. He is always scariest to me in his scenes with her.

I’ve lost track of my train of thought but hopefully this makes sense. i’m sure i’ll have more to add as i finish these books and the rest of the Hopkins movies.

[slasherslittlesimp]

The Hunter (TWD X Reader)

PART ONE

There's a long pause of silence as everyone gets lost in their own thoughts- some thinking of ways to get out of the mess they're stuck in, while others think of how they're doomed and that there's no way out. The room stays silent for a long period of time until Michonne suddenly stands up a bit straighter from her spot leaning against the wall. Everyone's eyes move towards her at the sudden movement, finding her eyes a bit wide as she stares straight at Rick. They wait with bated breath to hear what she has to say, and it's honestly not what they expected.

"I think I know someone that can help us." She states, seeming admittedly a bit nervous. "I have never personally met them, but I have heard rumors. If we can find this person, I believe they can help us with our problems."

"And how do we find this mystery person?" Rick questions, a bit doubtful at her suggestion. A person she hasn't seen? Someone she only knows based on rumors? How much faith can someone have in a plan like that?

"Do you trust me?" Michonne stares Rick in the eyes, her jaw clenched tight with nerves as she awaits his answer. When he gives a nod in answer, she slowly unclenches her jaw before raising her head a bit higher to show her confidence. "Then give me a week. I will track down this person and then we can go talk to them."

Rick sighs, rubbing his hand over his beared face. "One week. That's it. We can't afford to waste any more time than that on something that may not even exist."

Exactly four days later, a few members of the group find themselves trekking through the woods that Michonne claims to be this mystery persons territory. For a while they doubt her claims. That is until they hear something that hasn't been heard in years- birds chirping. Looking around, the group watches in slight awe as birds flutter from tree to tree. Then, they hear a twig snap, and they all watch with bated breath as a fawn appears between the trees followed by a few other deer.

Daryl goes to raise his crossbow only to be stopped by Michonne who quickly shakes her head. "I wouldn't do that. Not unless you want to get on their bad side."

Daryl quirks a brow at the statement but relents, lowering his crossbow. Rick watches the exchange before looking around at the bustling wildlife surrounding them, seemingly untouched by the end of the world. "Who the hell is this person?" He mumbles in both confusion and awe. This person has to be something special if they're able to keep this place and it's wildlife protected from all sorts of threats.

Continuing their trek, they eventually stumble upon what appears to be a greenhouse of some sort. It's dome shaped, and pretty much entirely made of glass. They're a bit too far to really make out anything inside, though. Especially when the sun reflects off of it in a way that leaves them squinting.

"You're trespassing." A new voice suddenly speaks up, causing them all to whirl around with their weapons raised. There, leaning casually against a tree as they bite into a peach, is you. You're wearing a simple grey shirt and jeans, but what draws their attention is the black chord with a few animal teeth attached to it hanging around your neck.

Michonne steps forward, having been the only one to not pull out her weapon. "Are you the hunter?"

Your chilling gaze drifts over to her. "Depends who's asking."

"We need your help." There's a hint of desperation in her voice that has you quirking an intrigued brow.

Interest piqued, you hold out your hand holding the peach, allowing the fawn from earlier to come eat it. Once the peach is devoured, you gently pat the fawns head before moving away from the tree, beginning to walk towards the group. Their bodies tense, grips tightening on the weapons they have yet to lower as you grow closer to them. "Come. Let's discuss the details in my home."

The group all look towards Rick whose gaze is locked onto your back as you walk away from them towards the greenhouse. It takes a second, but he eventually puts his gun away with a terse nod, letting the others know that everything's fine for now. Him and Michonne are the first to follow after you, the others following with their guards still up.

As they all enter the greenhouse, their eyes immediately dart around, looking at all of the miscellaneous items you own. Their attention is drawn back to you the second you hold up what appears to be a pot of freshly brewed coffee. You tilt it slightly towards them in offering, but they all stare with distrust. Shrugging, you pour yourself a cup, making it just the way you like before taking a large gulp of it- seemingly uncaring of its scalding temperature.

“The coffee beans are freshly harvested. I grow them here.” You use your cup to motion towards an area of the greenhouse where various types of vegetation grows. “It’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“How can we trust you?” The other woman in the group- Maggie- questions, her gaze harsh. You can tell just from looking at her that she’s been through a lot.

“You must already trust me at least a little if you’re here asking for my help.” You point out. They wandered into unknown territory- territory they would likely struggle to navigate or fight in- just to find you. So, on some subconscious level, they already trust you. “What is it that you wish to speak about?”

“We need help with a group.” Rick shuffles where he stands, obviously uncomfortable with asking a complete stranger for help.

“A bad group, I assume?”

“They’re called the saviors.” Maggie speaks, her voice a bit shaky as her throat tightens. “Ran by someone named Negan. He killed two of our people, one of which was my husband.”

“The saviors.” You repeat the name thoughtfully. They’re not a group you’ve heard of before. Then again, you haven’t really been in the hunting business since the world ended. This is the first time in a long time that someone is coming to you for something like this. “I assume you want me to kill this Negan guy?”

“Him and his men.” Maggie grits out, jaw clenched with disdain. “None of them should live.”

“And the location?”

You all continue to discuss the details for a while longer. They tell you about what Negan looks like, along with the descriptions of some of the people they’ve seen with him. They tell you everything they know. By the end of it, you agree to do as they ask. People like Negan are exactly the kind of people you used to hunt. And he seems like the perfect target for getting back into it.

[manlikeazi]

Heyyy I love reading ur stories of beta squad its so gooddd!! Idk if ur taking requests but I was hoping u would do one where reader was in a video called “guess her boyfriend”? But the twist is reader is dating one of the beta squad member (either sharky or Kenny), but they haven’t revealed their relationship yet? So they invite people on the show to try to guess reader on which beta squad member is her boyfriend, then they reveal it kn the end who it is? Just a of fluff and chemistry between them PLSSSS also can u make it a pretty long fic? Only if you can LOVE UR STORIES AGAIN

Guess The Boyfriend - King Kenny

Summary: In a special video called Guess The Boyfriend, your secret boyfriend, Kenny, is revealed while Beta Squad tried their hardest to win the game--in short, chaos.

Pairing: King Kenny x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

Note: I didn't make this video accurate and I changed it a lot from the eliminations itself lmao just, bear with me yeah?

The camera rolls. The set is bright, lively, and decorated with flashy cameras. In the middle stands you, grinning, heart racing, and trying not to glance too long in one specific direction.

You knew this would be chaos, the fun chaos but chaos nonetheless.

Behind you stand five very familiar faces. The Beta Squad boys, Sharky, Aj, Chunkz, Niko, and Kenny where they are all lined up like contestants on a cheesy dating show and only one of them is your actual boyfriend. The others? Just really committed to the bit.

"Alright everyone!" Aj started. 

"Welcome to Guess The Boyfriend! Today, our lovely guest" Aj said and the boys gestured to you with exaggerated flair

You wave at the camera with a playful smile. Kenny's looking at you, biting back a grin like he always does when he's trying not to laugh. You try not to look, but it's hard because he's in a white tee, chains glinting under the studio lights, hands in his pockets like he's just chilling... like he's not actually your boyfriend who kissed you before this and whispered, "Don't give me away too soon, yeah?"

"Has brought her man here... but won't tell us who it is. That's your job! Our panel of guessers will be asking questions each round and based on their answers, one of the boys will be eliminated every time. Think you can spot the real boyfriend?" Aj said to the group of random people seating and looking all professional for a youtube video.

The three people waved and applauded for themselves. Cyrus, Aila, and Gian--what they introduced themselves to be.

"Yes, I believe we ca-" Cyrus said confidently then was cut off by Aj.

"We don't give the slightest" Aj said turning to the camera with a grin while the boys erupted with laughter. Typical.

"Basically, what Aj said, just shush man" Niko said, laughing.

"Aj starting the video with a violation" Chunkz said.

"And with that, let the games begin" Aj said with a smile.

The game started with the usual question and answer.

"Okay, boys. How did you and Y/N meet?" Aila asked as she leans forward, taking this far too seriously.

"Tesco" Sharky said as he goes first. 

You nearly choke on your laugh.

"I was picking up plantain and YN was reaching for the last one. I snatched it before she could. Sparks flew" Sharky added, very calmly.

Laughter erupts across the room.

"We met on a train. I was reading a book, she asked about it. Said she liked smart guys" Niko said with a smirk but twitchy. A guy who may have never even held a book in his whole life. 

"Mmm, nah. It was at a party. She was lost, looking for the bathroom. I pointed her the wrong way 'cause I thought she was cute and wanted her to come back" Aj said. You raised an eyebrow at his answer because knowing him? He might probably do that. 

"She DM'd me first" Chunkz said with a smug and confident look. 

"Did I?" You asked while you gave him a playfully offended look. 

"Yup, said 'you're funny' I said 'you're pretty' and now we're here" Chunkz said.

Then Kenny, appearing more calm, chill, like it's just another day.

"We met on a shoot. She came to help with wardrobe. We ended up sitting in the hallway talking for ages. Didn't even realize everyone had packed up" Kenny said.

You tried not to smile. That one? The truth.

The guests murmured among themselves. They smell the honesty but it's too early to be sure.

"Alright then, describe your first date" Gian said as he grins. 

"Go-karting where she cheated and still lost" Sharky answered fast. 

"I took her out for Italian. I even remembered her drink order. That's boyfriend behavior, right?" Aj said. 

"Picnic at Hyde Park, she made sandwiches and I brought juice boxes, very romantic stuff" Niko said with a slight shrug, trying too hard to appear nonchalant.

"She cooked for me and that's how I knew she was the one" Chunkz said smoothly, shooting a playful smile and wink in your direction. To others, it might seem flirty but you know him enough to know that it's an act.

Then Kenny.

"Mini golf" Kenny said, his eyes flicking toward you for a second. 

"She beat me but in all honesty? I let her win" Kenny said.

"No, you didn't" You muttered, forgetting yourself.

Everyone turns.

"Interesting slip-up, Y/N!" Cyrus said as he grins. 

Kenny's looking off into the distance like he didn't hear anything. You could strangle him or kiss him.

"Classic. Time for the hug test. One by one, please!" Aila said as she nods. 

Sharky's up first. His hug is brief and jokey, more like two friends awkwardly bumping chests. You both laugh.

Aj's hug lingers, one hand around your waist. Oh he was definitely trying too hard as you noticed that he was a little bit of uncomfortable of being in close physical contact.

"You smell nice" Aj teased and You smacked his arm lightly.

Niko? Classic Niko, he spins you dramatically like he's in a romcom. 

"Tell me that wasn't cinematic" Niko said as he puts you down.

Chunkz pulled you in softly just like he always do whenever he gave hug to his friends You knew this because Chunkz is more of a physical affection person.

"I should win this game just for fun" Chunkz whispered, then he grins as you separated. 

Then Kenny. He steps up, slow then you breathe in. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight. Familiar, warm and home.

You almost forget where you are. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to.

When you pull back, your face is slightly flushed.

The panel whispers again.

Eventually, one by one, someone gets eliminated.

Sharky was the first to go.

"Tesco? Really?" Gian reasoned.

Then Aj was next.

"You remembered the drink order but not the actual drink" Cyrus said.

Next is Niko. 

"You just give main character energy, too suspicious" Aila said.

"And you're a horrible liar as well, I can tell" Gian said.

"Oh wow, now I wanna scrap him after this" Niko said, looking offended.

"I want the whole NDL to come after him" Niko added, laughing as he made the empty threat.

It's down to Kenny and Chunkz. You tensed but in a good way. The panel goes back and forth. Chunkz has been smooth all game while Kenny's been quiet but every answer landed.

They take their final guess.

"We think... it's Kenny" Cyrus said.

The boys cheer, slapping backs, Kenny flexing.

"Only one way to find out" You said.

"Y/N... time to reveal your actual boyfriend" Chunkz said as he turns to you. 

You smiled and acted like you are about to go to Chunkz's side that made the panelist on edge then you go straight into Kenny's arms.

The room erupts.

"SEE? AND YOU'RE TRYING TO DISAGREE WITH ME?" Gian said while pointing to Alia. 

"Kenny was telling the TRUTH?" Alia said.

Kenny's grinning as he wrapped his arms around you. You rolled your eyes, laughing. 

"Fair enough, I tried my best though" Chunkz said.

"Kenny, you traitor! You said you'd lie with us!" Niko yelled somewhere behind the set. 

"I didn't say anything" Kenny said, smug. 

"Y'all just assumed" Kenny added calmly.

You lean into his side, heart full, cheeks warm. All that secrecy, all that pretending is not worth it anymore. You looked up at him.

"Next time, I'm not hiding you" You said, smiling.

"Was kind of fun though, wasn't it?" Kenny said as he shrugs. 

"Maybe. Just this once" You said as you kissed his cheek. 

"Any last word from the couple?" Sharky asked.

"Play the trailer!" The both of you said.

The camera zooms out on you and Kenny laughing, arms wrapped around each other, while the rest of the boys dramatically fake betrayal.

Best. Reveal. Ever.

Bonus (Why not?) - #KENNYHASAGIRLFRIEND

The video had only been up for an hour.

And the internet was in shambles.

"KENNY WAS TELLING THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TIME I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT--"

"Chunkz talking about 'she DM'd me first' when Kenny was out here hugging her like she was air and he couldn't breathe without her?? Be serious"

"The way Kenny held her. THE WAY HE HELD HER. Like he'd fight God if she asked. I'm not okay"

"Nah but shout out to Sharky saying they met at Tesco. My guy really said 'sparks flew over plantain' I'm crying"

"CHUNKZ WAS ROBBED. Give that man an Oscar for how serious he took this fake relationship"

"The way Kenny was smiling in that hug... we're NEVER getting rid of this video. Iconic"

"She said 'next time I'm not hiding you' and I nearly screamed. WHO GAVE THEM PERMISSION TO BE THIS CUTE"

"Y/N really walked straight past everyone and into Kenny's arms. THE POWER MOVE. I want love like this"

"NOT KENNY BEING THE QUIETEST IN THE ROOM BUT STILL WINNING. y'all he had boyfriend written ALL over him. THE HUG?? I'm sobbing"

"No one talking about how Aj actually remembered a drink order that didn't exist. He was committed"

"why did niko hug her like he was directing The Notebook"

"No bc chunkz was lying his ass off with CONFIDENCE. man gave Idris-level monologue and STILL lost"

"aj: "she smells nice" me: pack it up romeo, you're outta here"

"niko: spins y/n like he's directing la la land the panel: "mmm yeah no, he's lying" 

"chunkz lying so good i almost convinced myself he was my boyfriend too"

Meanwhile, you're sat at home next to Kenny as you refreshed your feed in disbelief. 

"They're insane" You said.

"Look at this one, 'I've seen couples in K-dramas with less chemistry than these two" Kenny said as he chuckles beside you, phone in hand.

"We should start our own series" Kenny said as he looked up at you, smirking. 

"Beta Squad Presents, My Secret Boyfriend?" You said jokingly as you raised an eyebrow. 

"I mean, we wouldn't have to hide anymore. They all know now" Kenny said as he shrugs, pulling you closer. 

"Let them talk. Let them scream, you're mine" You said as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

"And you're mine" Kenny murmurs, kissing your temple.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! Didn't post for a days? I think but here's one so..... enjoy

ALSOO, I didn't try to make this video accurate and I did a LOT OF CHANGES like rules of the vid as I said so yeah. I did this when my internet is down for days and I just got lazy to fix it more accurately but nonetheless, enjoy though

an aj fic next lmao

[goldensunset]

one of my professors is really based… we were like ‘so is the final project still due friday’ and she was like ‘…in theory. the only reason i’ve put it down as being due so early is because we’re technically not allowed to make things due in the last week of class because we’re supposed to be encouraging you all to study for finals. but you see, i am well within my right to give extensions ;-)’ let’s go sisterrrrrr

[kagooleo]

the gangs all here!!!

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

if 9&10 were "dont wander off", and 11&12 were "the doctor lies", 13s rule #1 is "dont question me"

"have we not had a good time together" shes pointing yaz to the rule that yaz very well knows is there: we can travel if you dont ask me any difficult questions. yaz knows this is the rule - "because you ask too many questions", "this team structure isnt flat" - but she also was the one to invite the doctor into her home so im pretty sure she also knows shes not gonna kicked out that easily. she has some leeway. which she has been using between revolution and flux, which is why the doctor reminds her of the rules

i dont think she'd kick her out though. she wouldnt. i think it's just that the more you break the rule, the more unpleasant she becomes to be around, and eventually youre gonna walk out on your own. she doesnt want you to, she'd rather you stay and dont ask questions. but if youre gonna try to ask questions anyway, i think thats whats gonna happen

and yaz must think so too. because she does back off. because she doesnt want that to happen either. and it does anyway

[junkyardisles]

I joke about finding characters hot a lot as an asexual but obviously I'm not truly attracted them (like I've called wildstorm hot before but really I just think he's cool) it's so weird how people only seem to be interested in certain characters because they find them attractive lol, it just seems shallow to me. "Ugly" characters are so fun

most harrowing experience as a pokemon fan was when i realised people don't like my fav champion (diantha) cause she's not attractive

[gibbearish]

btw similar to the whole "if you try adderall at a party and it calms you down, get an adhd test" thing, if at some point in your life you try microdosing shrooms with a friend and end up feeling like a functional person for the first time in your life, get tested for depression. like yeah hallucinogens come with elation so youre probably gonna have some "this is the best ive ever felt in my life" vibes regardless, but like. if that in and of itself feels like finally breathing in for the first time in years, thats for sure a sign that something is up with your ability to process serotonin most of the time. feeling better than ever before should be a nice bonus, not a crushing weight off your chest