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So I usually just reblog fics I really love or appreciate it would want to read again here but I also might write fic?? I've got so many ideas buzzing and the current brainworm is Call of Duty (despite having never played the damn game!) and I have an incredibly excellent idea for it!! It's fairly self indulgent but I want to share it because I'm sure others will take joy in it too.

Thoughts? Comments? Concerns?

[tipofthemountain]

actress

tags: biker!Simon “Ghost” Riley x actresses!Afab Reader, Fluff, Established relationship, reader is a famous actress. Mentions of sex and sexual acts but no action is taken. Minors should still take extreme caution reading!

word count: 1.5k

summary: Reader is on set of her newest movie and Simon comes to visit!

a/n: First story I’m posting! I’m a little nervous for what everyone will think but I hope you enjoy it!

ps. biker!Simon is my current hyper fixation so bare with me if there’s like a million more biker au stories :}.

edit: adding this in but my requests are open!

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It was a warm Tuesday inside studio lot B. A beautiful facade of a two story house stands in a field of white daisies. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you walked onto the set. It looked so real! An exact replica of the real house you’ll be shooting on in a week.

The role you are playing is that of a farm wife with her three children, except your husband is having an affair with the barns keeper and your sleeping with the maid. Neither of you know you’re both cheating of course but the children do. The entire plot of the movie is the children trying to get the parents to find out about the double affairs. It’s a LGBTQ+ romance set in the early 1950s. It’s filled with steamy sex scenes and overly dramatic fights.

It’s the exact kind of movie you love doing. Sappy period pieces. In fact the movie that put you in the spotlight was almost exactly like this except it was the 1860s and you where a young unmarried queen with a “live in maid”.

Your boyfriend of 5 years Simon, or as his biker group likes to call him “Ghost” for the skull bandanna he likes to wear around his face, dropped you off on set on his newly refurbished 1980s Harley Davidson. You swore sometimes you thought he was more in love with that bike than he was with you.

“Make some money baby.” Simon told you after a steamy kiss early this morning.

Simons always been supportive of your career. The two of you met on the set of a Tv show when he was hired as a last minute extra for for some bike scene you can barely remember. For Simon it was love at first sight, but for you it was ‘I’ll wait and see where this goes’. Spoiler: You fell in love and are engaged, set to be married later this year.

“Where is my Anna Marie?” You hear your director yell out as you sit in your makeup chair getting touches done to your character’s signature red lip.

“Over here Clark! I needed my lips retouched. I think Amy got a little excited!” Clark Russel. You’ve worked with him a few times now and he’s always been a joy and a pleasure to work with, not something you find comes easy in this industry.

“Your needed on set in five. We’ve got to have this last shot of you and Blanche in the kitchen. We’ve got one week of shooting left here in the studio before we all go out on location.” Clark quickly spills out with you barely catching any of it.

Blanche is played by your costar Amy Heart. A talented actress 3 young years older than you. You’ve done several movies with her by now. You consider her one to your best friends and even plan to ask her to be a bridesmaid.

“James, Finn and Blanche are all on set. We just need you.” Clark makes direct eye contact with you as your makeup artist finishes the last touches on your makeup. He always insisted on calling people by their character names and you never questioned it.

James is played by Arther Godwin. The man that’s supposed to be your characters husband. You’ve never met him before this project but a quick IMDB search led you down a rabbit hole of bad low budget horror movies that you and Simon later binged watched. Finn is played by Roderick Grant, a fresh face. This would be his breakout role after a stream of hit indie movies.

“All done.” Your makeup artist releases you and you stand up from your seat grabbing the jacket that goes with your costume. You throw the jacket on around your shoulders and loop your arm in Clarks.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” You say in an over dramatic southern accent to which your director roles his eyes at.

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After 3 more hours of grueling take after take of Clark just having to get the tear sliding down your cheek just right, to which you where ready to rip his head off. Your just about to pass out on your trailer couch in nothing but a robe and very thin 1950s appropriate lingerie, when you hear 3 gentle knocks on your door. You get up with a puff of air leaving your lips putting your hands in your hair.

“Who is it!” You yell not really wanting to get up to answer the door.

“Open the door and find out!” You hear that oh so familiar thick Manchester voice behind the thinness of your trailers door.

In no time you’re rushing to the door and pulling your bulky fiancé in to your trailer and lacing your red lips with his. Simon closes the door through your sloppily sweet kisses. He smells of expensive leather and gas but you still drink all of him in.

“You miss me tha’ much?” Simons thick accent lets out through a smirk.

“Always.” You smile up at the tall man resting your chin on his chest.

“How was today? Make anyone else cry today?” Simon jokes but you take serious offense.

“That was one time and I didn’t even mean to yell at the poor guy.” You slap his shoulder as you both take a seat next in the oh so comfy couch in your trailer.

“I was only joking love.” Simon laughs and places a gentle kiss to your temple. He has one hand around your shoulder and the other rubbing up and down your thigh softly. You with one of your hands on his much bigger thigh and the other holding the hand that’s around your shoulder.

“Long day. Completely closed set. Only Clark and the main cast where set to shoot today.” Closed sets are usually indicators that you where filming your sex scenes today. You had one with your on screen husband and one with Amy. You almost never liked doing sex scene with men. It was never because Simon didn’t want you to or that you ever hated your male costar. You had this respect for Simon and you felt like the sex scenes could get too real sometimes. Personally, you never wanted for Simon to watch a scene of you sharing a bed(or even sometimes a kitchen counter) with another man. But every time you would ask Simon he would always just say some form of ‘This is all make believe. It isn’t real. I know you love me and some fake sex scene isn’t going to change that.” You still sometimes denied it though.

“When are you off?” Simon ask softly moving his hand further up your thigh.

You knew the game he was playing, he always did this when visiting. He always got you worked up and sweating before you had to go back and shoot a scene.

“30 minutes my love. We have to finalize a few things for today, but nice try honey.” You push Simons hand down slightly and look up towards him. Of course he has the cheekiest smirk on his face.

“I miss you at home.” Simon says kissing down your neck this time and creeping his hand back up your thigh.

“Simon.” You whisper scold him as he makes his way onto your shoulder planting sweet kisses.

“I miss the way you smell…” He grabs your hips and lays your back flat against the couch hovering over you as he plants kisses down over your collar bone. You inhale sharply when he moves his hand under the thin bra provided by the costume department.

“I miss the way you feel…” He moved his other hand to finish untying to robe from around your waist. He slowing starts kissing his way down your stomach stopping at the hem of the very 1950s lingerie.

“And I certainly miss the way you taste.” Simon has a giant smile planted on his face when he plants open mouth kisses down your thigh.

And just when he’s about to touch your center 3 harsh knocks are placed on your door.

“Miss, Mr. Russel said he needs you.” The voice calls out not even waiting for you to respond.

Simon lets out a laugh and you sit up and push him lightly.

“That’s not funny!” You whisper yell at him only to make him laugh even more. You stand up and tie your robe back around your waist and walk to the trailer door.

“It’s a little funny.” Simon says watching you with a panicked look on your face.

“I’ll be back in 20 minutes. I love you.” You place a gentle kiss on Simons lips and him returning the kiss.

“I love you too.” He says back placing one final kiss to your forehead.

Before you leave however you whisper into his ear “I think you owe the costume designer.” and bite the end of his ear playfully.

Simon watches you with his his cheek drawn inside his mouth as you grab the door handle of your trailer and leave him alone with his nothing but his thoughts for the next 20 minutes.

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final thoughts: i definitely got carried away while writing. I tend to do that. I get caught up on details that most likely don’t even matter all that much. I feel like somethings definitely could have been left out and more things added in but in the end it’s just a story and if you don’t like the first few sentences, just skip the story and move on.

@gauloiseblue for you friend <3

[brae-brae]

RODRICK HEFFLEY X READER (fluff)

"He did that shit to me too..."

So TW to people. this contains mentions of SA, SH, and underage drinking.

Sorry if this is shit. I don't really post on Tumblr and I don't really know how to do this, so I'm just gonna put this on here- ALSO HEATHER IS NICE IN THIS ONE!!!!! (kind of)

“A party? Oh, I don’t know…” I twirled my hair, something my mom said I do when nervous or deep in thought. Lily, my best friend, sighed on the other end. “Oh, come on! You haven’t been to a party in forever!” I gripped my hair at the thought of the last party I went to. “Yeah, you know why..” silence. After what felt like forever, she finally spoke. “Listen, I know last time wasn’t the best party experience ever..” I rolled my eyes. “Yea, being… well you know isn’t the best scenario… for anyone. Anywhere...” she breathed out. I rolled on my back looking at the ceiling. “Listen, you don’t have to go. I just thought you would want to get out of the house. You’ve been in there all summer!” I looked to my side, noticing my alarm clock. 9:17

After a little bit of debating, I finally responded. “Be at your place in 15.” her squeal was heard over the phone. “OKAY! LOVE YOU! I laughed at the response. “Love you too.”

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I guess that’s how I got here. A house full of sweaty teens, completely intoxicated, dancing, whether on each other or with friends. Lily ran up to her boyfriend Ben, kissing him on the cheek, and engulfing him in a big hug. “Hey, Y/N, how have you been?” I shrugged my shoulders. “You know,” I put a finger gun in my mouth, before going back to my nonchalant self, “the usual.” he chuckled and put an arm around Lily. 

Lily looked behind me before looking back at me, smiling evilly. “Oh, heyyyyyyy Rodrick.” I quickly threw my head around to see Rodrick Heffley coming towards us with drinks in his hand. Handing me one smiling, before turning his attention to the other two. “Hey?” he said confused. I quickly drank the cup, hoping it was beer. I needed to calm my nerves. Thank god. Beer. 

We walked into the living room sitting on the couch. “So, it’s been a while,” Rodrick said smiling. I could feel my face heat up at his words. Looking down at my cup, I let out a nervous laugh. “Hehe, yea. Just been kinda cooped up lately. You know, listening to music and reading, boring shit.” I took a large drink from my cup, earning a laugh from him. “Yea, so how have you been?” he said putting his foot on his knee, putting an arm on the back of the couch. “Oh same old, same old. How about you? Heard y’all have been working on a new song?” he immediately perked up, his whole demeanor changing. 

He loved it when someone asked about his band or music. “Oh well actually-” he yamered on about his music and the song names they came up with so far. A lot of people find it annoying but I loved hearing him talk. Whether it’s about legos, the newest hyper fixation he was having, or whatever his mind could come across. I loved it. His voice brought me a sense of calm, which is surprising because he’s just as fast-talking as I am. I guess because I’ve known him for years, I kind of just got used to it, finding peace in it too. 

 After a long talk and about 4 cups later, I hopped off the couch, suddenly stumbling back. “I am,” I paused turning around to look at a giggling Lily, “Going to the kitchen.” I smiled and walked off, Lily saying something about me being fucked up. As I made my way to the kitchen, I bumped into someone. “Well, hello..” the dude smiled at me, “I’m Justin, and you are?” I smiled and got the last few drops out of my cup. “Y/N, I was just headed to the kitchen, care to join me?” I said with a smile. Eventually, we started to talk as we made our way to the kitchen. As he spoke, I couldn’t help but get bored by his presence. It was giving... toxic masculinity. I turned around to grab a pop, only to see Rodrick, in the dining room talking to Ben. 

I couldn’t help myself but stare.

The way he holds his cup, the way he moves his hands when he talks, the way he smiles, oh his smile. God, it was contagious. His smile followed by his laugh makes my face feel like a thousand suns, kinda makes my butt and outer thighs tingle, too. I caught myself looking at him for longer than I should have but I didn’t care. Justin’s voice slowly faded into the loud music. All my thoughts wandered to him. What was he laughing about? Did he like my outfit today? I wonder what he’s thinking about? Should I go talk to him?

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” I saw Justin’s hand waving in front of my face. My head whipped around to look at him. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” his arm dropped to his side, and the shit-eating grin that was on his face before was gone. Probably left a while ago. “I was just saying that this party is really fun and all, but would you wanna go somewhere… more private?” his hand came up to my arm and started to rub it. I looked down, honestly kinda uncomfortable. I looked up, trying to give him the best smile I could without seeming shocked. 

“Um, I  think I’d rather stay here..” I said pulling away from him. He quickly grabbed my shoulder when I tried to walk away, putting his hands on either side of me, blocking me from leaving. “What? Really? I sat here for 15 minutes talking while you just stared at who knows what. You could at least give me something in return.” his voice was dark and stern. It made my stomach churn in fear. He grabbed my hip, forcing me closer to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as his face got closer to mine. I could feel the color drain from my face. 

Shit.

No no no, I can’t move. Please god. I promised. I promised wouldn’t get into this situation again. Please god someone- “Hey! Y/N, right?” we both turned at the sound of a girl’s voice. Through my blurry vision, I could make out a blond girl wearing a pink tank top and low-rise jeans. She was really pretty. I nodded, finally. “Hey, so I need your help in the bathroom,” she looked at Justin, “Girl problems.” she smiled sweetly at him. She grabbed my hand leading me through the living room. Before we went behind the wall, I caught a glimpse of confused Rodrick.

 We made it upstairs to the bathroom, and when she closed the door, I immediately started to throw up. I didn’t know if it was the drinking or the fact I was scared shitless. She sat there rubbing my back, holding my hair. “Are you okay? God, I’m so sorry..” I looked up at her, smiling weakly. “God you’re pretty..” she giggled and sat on the bathtub. “Thank you, I get that a lot,” she said flicking her hair back. “I’m Heather by the way, Heather Hills,” she paused, sitting on the floor with me,

“Listen, I saw what Justin was doing, and I couldn’t just stand there and watch that asshole just feel you up, you know?” I nodded. I was shanking, no, trembling.

Then, I just started balling. Crying hunched over the toilet. thankful for the blaring music downstairs. “Hey, it’s okay. I know. He did that shit to me too. Normally, I would just laugh at a guy’s pathetic excuse to flirt with a hot girl and joke about it with my friends,” she laughed to herself, almost as if she were remembering her doing that. Then she stopped, looking at me in the eyes. “But I knew what he was planning, no fuck that, scheming. He did..” she looked at the door for a minute then continued after clearing her throat, “He did that to me, too. Back in freshmen year.” she looked at her hands in her lap, almost dazed. 

I sat up from the toilet and looked at her. I tried to find the right words, the best ones, to express myself without seeming like too much. But all I could say was, “Thank you.” she smiled at me, helping me up off the bathroom floor. We walked out of the bathroom, and I followed her back downstairs. As I turned off the last step, I bumped into someone. “Oh my shit, sorry..” I looked up at the idiot who had bumped into me, only to be met with dark brown eyes. My mouth instantly ran dry, however, that was the only dry thing on me… 

Just as he was about to speak, Heather interrupted. “Jesus Hefley, watch where you’re going..” she pulled me along with her to her friends. The rest of the night was kind of a blur. All I remember was dancing, laughing, and thinking about Rodrick. 

The next day, I woke up in my room, my head pounding. I look at my floor to see… 

“RODRICK??” he jumped up at the sound of my terrified voice. He kneeled on my bed. Grabbing my hands. “Hey, hey, you okay?” his eyes laced with concern. I shook my head and instantly regretted it. “Here, drink some water.” he handed me a water bottle, and I instantly began to chug it. Setting the empty bottle down on my nightstand, only for it to drop. 

Then it hit me. Like a fucking truck. “Um… this isn’t my room..” he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “No, it is not. its mine." he paused, "What do you remember from last night?” he asked while sitting on, what I now know is, his bed. I thought, trying to remember. “Not really anything… wait, did we-” his hands shot up, shaking crazily. “NO NO NO! I wouldn’t ever think about that shit with you that fucked up!” I let out a relieved breath. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure.” he nodded. His eyes suddenly became very worried. “So last night, you were wasted, like I said before and so you threw up all over your shirt..” I looked down.

I wasn’t in my clothes… I was in a graphic teeshirt and some sweatpants, suddenly I realised.

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GETTING READY FOR THE PARTY

I walked over to my closet, going through my abundance of clothes. I grabbed my My Chemical Romance shirt and black leggings. As I started to get undressed, my arm stung as I pulled off my clothes. I looked down at my arm and saw the fresh marks I had left the previous night. I looked down at my shirt and thought to myself. “Shit, hmm.” I quickly switched out my shirt for a plain green hoodie. I looked at myself in the mirror and put on the best smile I could. “Well, ready as I’ll ever be…” I grabbed my bag and headed out of my room.

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“How long?” my eyes shot up to meet his. i looked away. trying to find anything else to focus on. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them, taking a deep and shaky breath. When I finally looked at him again, I felt the tears prick in my eyes. “Since Jason Dean’s party…” I mumbled, choking slightly, "about 8 months ago."

I couldn’t stop them. The tears just kept coming. Rodrick just sat there, staring at the wall. After what felt like years, he finally spoke. “Can I hug you?” I didn’t respond. I just wrapped my arms around him burring my face in his shirt. He wasted no time in putting his arms around me, but he didn’t squeeze too tight, almost afraid to hurt me.

Eventually, I pulled away, looking at his snot-covered shirt. “Oh, sorry. Kinda just got my nose jizz on your shirt,” I said with a strained laugh. He looked down laughing. “Nose jizz? Dude-” We both burst out laughing. My eyes still have some tears falling. The one thing about our friendship is no matter how serious, jokes will always be okay. Just lightens the mood.

After we both calmed down, he held my hand, causing my face to burn. “Okay, but seriously,” he cleared his throat, trying to suppress his laugh, “does anyone else know?” he said, trying to continue the conversation. I shook my head. “Not even Lily?” I looked up at him, shaking my head again. He looked down, trying to find his next words. “Was it because of the incident?” my hands became clammy, and I felt like puking. “Yeah...” I said meekly. He let out a sigh. “Listen, I want to help you. In any way I can. Okay? I care so much about you and I don’t want you doing this to yourself. I want you to talk to me, that’s what I’m here for…” he held my face with his other hand making me look at him. I nodded. 

“Who changed me?” his face burned. “Well technically you did, but okay so-” he thought for a second, “so after most of the people left, Lily said that you should stay here, so I brought you upstairs and you puked all over yourself. So I went to grab some of my clothes and handed them to you, and you kinda just started like, stripping? Hehe..” my face burned, “I went downstairs and when I came back up a few minutes later, you were passed out in my bed. Then when I saw, um those..” he tried to make eye contact with me but failed miserably. 

I was still blushing at the fact that he saw me getting undressed. I mean he’s seen me in a bra before, but now I have boobs and stuff, so that made it a little more awkward. Then the question that I was wondering came out of my mouth before I could think. “Why did you sleep on the floor?” his eyes finally met mine. “Oh, uh I didn’t think you would be comfortable with me sleeping next to you, plus you already freaked out when I was on the floor so…” he said rubbing the back of his neck. I again spoke without thinking, “I wouldn’t have minded.” instantly regretted what I said, slapping a hand over my mouth. “Really?” his eyes lit up, slightly squeezing my hand tighter. I looked away from him, hoping he wouldn’t see my red face. 

God this boy has me whipped. 

“I mean, my back hurts from sleeping on the floor, would it be okay if I laid down here?” he asked hesitantly. I rolled my eyes grinning. “It’s your bed, you can do whatever you want.” he chuckled and laid down.

I gently laid down facing him, hands resting under my face. I quickly looked at his lips and back at his eyes. We sat there in silence, just looking at each other. Wait is he leaning in, wait! Am I leaning in? Just as I thought he was about to kiss me, he paused, “Y/N?” I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “Can I kiss you?” I smiled and nodded. “Use your words..,” he smirked. 

“Yes..”

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[knifenotes]

Among the Grass

The brush ran up past their knees, to the point you could barely see the dirt underneath, but that was perfect for Anthony. He couldn’t say the same about Ian, though, who decided to follow him even despite his protestations about the whole thing. He kept going on about how he “didn’t have much to do today anyway,” and that he “feels safer away from the cell towers in their city.” Which led them here, to an open grass field just over the hill behind Anthony’s house.

They had been walking for a good hour or so, the California sun beating down on them. Anthony could feel the sweat start to build underneath his jacket, but he would never take it off. Ian must’ve seen it as some kind of challenge, because he wouldn’t shrug off his jacket either, despite how bulky it was and how much Ian was clearly struggling in the heat. They had ventured deep enough into the field for Anthony’s liking, several feet ahead of them already lay a dense forest. He stopped and silently turned to Ian.

“We can stop here,” he said in a calm tone, barely sounding exhausted.

Ian, however, was panting. “Jeez, finally…” he said as he slumped to the ground, resting on top of a large rock. “What are we here for again?”

Anthony hummed to himself as he began to scan the field. “Something for my collection,” he replied.

“... Right,” was Ian’s slightly suspicious response. He took out his little notebook from his pocket and started diligently writing in it. Anthony was always curious as to what was written in there, but Ian never let him see it. 

It was odd how the two became friends, if they could even call it that. Ian transferred to their school a few months into the semester, and the two of them were paired up for a science project: drawing a landfill poster. Anthony didn’t care, he just did the work as he was told but added his own flair, like a dumpster being lit on fire or a few dead rats here and there. He didn’t expect for Ian to add something of his own, too, like strange cryptic symbols or hooded figures.

Since then, they had been silently hanging around each other. No one liked to sit next to Anthony at lunch, and he didn’t mind at all. Ian being the new kid meant he didn’t understand the school norms and sat next to him anyway. Anthony didn’t mind the company. 

Anthony quietly stalked around the field, looking down at the dry grass beneath him and scanning for any movement. He didn’t wander too far from Ian, who was still hyper focused on writing in his journal. The older boy looked over to him for a moment, thinking back to that journal again. Anthony had a morbid sense of curiosity, and slowly that journal was becoming his newest fixation. If Ian wasn’t going to share it with him, Anthony might have to find ways of getting to it himself. But he wasn’t going to worry about that right now.

He felt something move underneath him, the grass parting away and grazing against his scraped-up knees. He looked down and saw exactly what he was looking for. The creature passed by slowly, and Anthony didn’t move a muscle. He stared down at it with an intensity that could light this whole damn field on fire (and for a moment, it did tempt him).

At the perfect moment, Anthony surged forward and grabbed it.

“What the fuck was that?!” called out Ian, having flinched from Anthony’s sudden movement.

The creature wriggled in Anthony’s grip, but luckily Anthony was able to keep it steady in his hands. Before he could finish it off, it managed to rear its head around and snap at the ball of his thumb, drawing blood. Anthony didn’t relent however. He managed to adjust his grip and, with a swift movement, snapped its neck. Anthony could feel the crack of bones underneath his fingers, and the feeling alone sent satisfying shivers down his spine. He looked back down at where the creature had bit him, seeing the redness that spilled from his open wound. He watched as it trickled down his hand and eventually his wrist, before a few drops fell onto the dirt below.

“Jesus man, are you okay?” came Ian’s voice from behind him, looking concerned.

“‘M fine,” Anthony replied nonchalantly, wiping the blood off on his red jacket. He showed off his prize to Ian. “Caught it.”

Ian stared at it with a mixture of awe and disgust. “A snake?”

“Mhm. It’s a gopher snake, non-venomous,” he said matter-of-factly. “Last thing I need for my collection.”

“Huh,” Ian hummed to himself, taking note of what Anthony said in his journal. “Do you know how to skin it?”

Anthony shrugged, “Yeah.” He had watched a few tutorials online the night before, including ways of identifying the gopher snake from a rattlesnake, and how to properly subdue it. “I have all the tools ready at home.”

“Cool,” Ian muttered, writing it down again in his journal. “Excited to see how it turns out.”

Anthony cracked a smile at that. “Me too.”

[gayfanservice]

Hello! I have a request for you but please take your time there is no rush!

Can you please to Ushiwaka (Tendou’s nickname for him) with a male reader who loves physical touch but in public places get super overwhelmed? Like something i find really cute and something that i find special is when im overwhelmed ill lock pinkies with my partner. Nothing more nothing less just our pinkies. It feels extra special to me because its like you just are pinky promising to stay together forever but you guys are also giving each other physical touch.

Sorry if this is really long! Thank have a good day! :)

It’s not long at all! Perfect length, if I do say so myself. There’s only a couple of requests that are too long for my liking (like the twins + older brother, please don’t make requests this length. Please.)

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Chatter and sounds of utensils filled the cafeteria air as Wakatoshi and (Y/N) comfortably sat beside each other. The quiet pair barely chatted, merely basking in each others presence as they occasionally glanced at each other. The comfortable silence broken by none other than Tendō, Wakatoshi’s school best friend, dropping his poor tray onto the table as he quickly sat down, Semi following suit.

“Ushiwaka, (L/N)! Good morning!” The brightly haired fellow basically yelled, a smile on his face as Semi looked semi-dead. Poor man must’ve not gotten enough sleep to deal with Tendō’s shit this early in the morning.

Wakatoshi acknowledged them with a simple ‘Morning,’ while (Y/N) let out an inaudible hum. He loved hanging with friends, but the cafeteria was always his least favorite place. The loud people, buzzing lights, and all around noises were too much for his brain to handle. The only reason he actually shows up is because he needs food, and Wakatoshi, who also needs food. He’d only been in there for close to twenty minutes and his brain was already feeling foggy. It was beginning to be too much.

(Y/N) listened to three different conversations; some girl talking about a bad break up, a group of friends talking about what to do for the upcoming weekend, something about murder, which is probably about a video game. Probably. The clashing sounds of lights and chatter were getting to his head, no longer able to listen to Tendō’s hyper-fixation ramble on his newest manga series. His breathing quickened, chest feeling cold as his head slightly twitched every which way.

Wakatoshi glanced over at (Y/N), noticing the spaced out look on his face and his subtle twitching. He linked their pinkies with a squeeze, a subtle question wondering if (Y/N) was fine. He quickly settled his gaze back onto his tray. He felt (Y/N) squeeze a couple times; a special thing they did together instead of saying words was tapping or squeezing whatever they held of the other. One for no, two for yes, and three for ‘I love you’. It was perfect communication between two non-sociable human beings.

(Y/N) felt better, knowing someone he trusts is with him. His chest felt warm as he thought about how much Wakatoshi cares about him. (Y/N) could make it to the end with him.

Wakatoshi finished his tray as well as (Y/N), deciding it was time to head back to their dorms and away from people. The two stood, waving goodbye at Tendō and Semi, and placed their trays in the respective area before they made their way back to whoever’s dorm popped up first, pinkies intertwined once again.

The walk was quiet, neither really speaking as they walked through the long hallway filled with different doors. Wakatoshi’s door eventually came up. The two settled inside, the morning sun dimly lighting up the room through Wakatoshi’s curtains. As soon as the door closed (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Wakatoshi, chest to back. His cheek coddled into Wakatoshi, instantly feeling better as Wakatoshi held his hands. The two didn’t talk as they embraced, gentle smiles on both of their faces as they relaxed into each others, and only each others, presence.

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Bet you dont even remember making this request lmao

[fanficsformyfaves]

So Sweet

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Dom!Kirby, Sub!Reader, Fingering (R Receiving), Oral Sex (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mentions of Murders and Police Investigation

PREFACE: Reader is Kirby's fiancé and an old friend of Sam's from when she worked with her at the bowling alley in Modesto. Once she found out about the Ghostface attacks in New York, she had to go and make sure Sam and Tara were okay

A/N: Texts are Colored and in Bold!

Flashbacks in Italics!

She is my newest hyper fixation, so, enjoy <3

"Sam?", I call out,

Making her turn towards me. Once I made sure it was actually her, my shoulders' finally drop in relief.

"Oh my god", I whisper to myself,

Before walking up and pulling her into a hug.

"I was so worried. We practically sped all the way here"

"You didn't need to come all this way", she says

"Are you kidding me? Once I heard about the case from my fiancé, I just packed a bag and hopped in her car", I reassured,

Pulling away, as she sighs.

"You're my friend, Sam. I had to make sure you were okay"

She smiles and looks down at her feet.

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it"

Just then, her eyebrows raise in confusion whilst looking back up at me.

"Wait...fiancé?"

That's when I realized I never got to tell her.

"I guess life's gotten away from me. Yeah, I'm getting married"

"No fucking way"

I couldn't help, but laugh at her surprised expression.

"To who?!"

"Well-"

"Baby!", a familiar voice calls out,

We both look behind us and there she was. Despite being together for years, she never failed to make my heart skip a beat.

Kirby and I met when I moved to Atlanta in pursuit of a better job than the one I had in Modesto. I was at the grocery store, checking out the ingredients I was gonna use for dinner, when the cashier swiped my card.

"Sorry, ma'am, but this card was declined", she let me know,

"Oh, um, could you try it again?"

"Of course"

She tries the card once more and sure enough, we ran into the same problem.

"It's still declined"

"I got it", a woman answered,

I turn around and it felt like I got the wind knocked out of me. There weren't enough words to describe just how beautiful she was. From the greens and blues in her eyes to the rosy pink lips and soft blonde hair...she was something straight out of a movie.

I eventually snap out of the lavender haze that was consuming me with each passing moment and go to stop her.

"Oh no, please, I couldn't-"

"I insist", she interrupts,

Swiping her own card. Not only was she breathtaking, but her heart was just as perfect. I smile to myself and take my now-bagged groceries. We made our way outside to the parking lot and she walks me to my car.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way", I introduce shyly,

"Kirby", she grinned,

"Is there anyway I could repay you?"

"Well...you could take my number, as a thank you"

I let out a laugh, before realizing she was being serious.

"Oh! Um, sure", I reply,

Getting my phone out. She takes it and starts putting in her number. Was this really happening? If this was all just a dream and I wake up right now, I'll be so pissed. Once we had each other’s contacts saved, I slid my phone back into my pocket.

"Maybe next time, you'll forget your wallet at a gas station and I can ask you out for dinner", she jokes,

Handing me back my phone.

Her sense of humor was only one of the many things that made me fall for her. We spent the next few months just flirting and getting to know each other. We would meet for dinners, coffee and even horror movie marathons at each other's houses.

One habit I picked up since I met her was looking forward to the sweet little morning texts she'd send me.

Kirby<3: Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well

And every time, without fail, I would squeal into my pillow like a child.

Me: Good morning! I did, hope you did too. Are we still on for binging the Conjuring movies?

Kirby<3: Are you kidding?

Just then she sends me a photo of the snacks, drinks and an infinite amount of candy.

Kirby<3: I've got them all in chronological order! I'm just waiting for you to bring your fine ass over here

It didn't take long for us to become official.

It happened one night, after one of our little rendezvous. There we were. Laying in her bed, sweaty and out of breath. Our limbs tangled together, holding me tight against her bare skin.

"You are amazing", I exhale,

As I attempted to catch my breath.

"I know", she joked,

Pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder and causing a soft chuckle to escape me.

"You know what I've been thinking about?", she questioned,

"Hm?"

"...How much I love you"

It was as if time came to a screeching halt, the moment those words left her lips. Afraid that this was all just a figment of my imagination, I hesitantly turn to face her.

"What?"

Maybe I was just hearing things. She laughs and gently caresses the apple of my cheek, like I was a piece of glass she was too scared to break.

"I love you, (Y/N)", she repeats,

Leaning in to kiss me once more. Little did I know that this night was the beginning of the rest of our lives together.

When Sam realized who it was walking towards us, her jaw drops in shock.

"Kirby?”

“Surprise!”, she greeted,

Putting an arm around the small of my waist, before I turn my head to meet her kiss.

“Wait, when did this happen?”, she questioned,

“About six months ago”, Kirby answered,

As I smiled at her.

“I’m so happy for you guys, really. It’s so good to see you again”

“It’s good to see you, too…I mean…better circumstances would’ve been nicer, but-”

Samantha tilts her head and shrugs in agreement.

"How are you and Tara holding up?", I asked,

"Holding up", she replied,

Looking back at her sister and friends.

"A friend of mine who works at the Plaza booked you guys a suite. You'll have extra security there", Kirby informs,

"Kirby-", Sam goes to argue

"Don't bother saying no", I interrupt,

Knowing Kirby wouldn't let Sam and the rest to fend for themselves out here.

"This is your safety, Samantha. You shouldn't risk it, especially with that psycho's targets on your backs", she explained,

Gesturing to her sister and friends, who were now approaching us.

"Kirby, this Mindy and Chad. Their friends of ours from Woodsboro", Sam introduced,

"Great, even more people to add to our suspect list", the young woman replied,

"I'm sorry?", I asked,

Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, this whole thing is obviously someone staging another stab movie, so...that makes you two the newest characters to look out for", she explained,

Before I could question any further, Kirby decided to reply instead.

"She's right"

"What?", I turn to my fiancé,

"That's a fair observation. Good to know we have another horror movie fan in our midst, could never have too many", she reassured,

I shake my head playfully. After making sure everyone was okay, the car we ordered to take them to the plaza shows up.

"That's your ride. Sam, you have our numbers"

She nods.

"Just let us know when you make it there safe. The Airbnb we're staying at is right across the street, if you need anything", I bid goodbye,

"Thank you", she smiles,

Before following her friends into the car.

~

Later that evening, we got back to the apartment after Kirby was done doing whatever else she needed to do at the at the police station.

"I am beat", she exhales,

Flopping onto the couch.

"You're telling me", I replied,

Joining her and laying against her chest, as she held me close to kiss the top of my head.

"I can't believe we're actually getting married"

"Yeah", I chuckle,

Kissing the forearms that were wrapped around me. We spend a few moments laying in the comforting silence, when she decided to speak once more.

"How tired are you?"

"A little tired", I turn to face her,

"What's up?"

That's when I notice the smirk on her face and immediately knew why she asked.

"Oh"

She giggles, before leaning in to kiss me. Despite how many we've shared, each kiss was only more exciting than the last. I flip onto my front and straddle the expanse of her thighs. Her hands making their way up my hips and settling around my waist to hold me where she wanted.

Her lips eventually trail past my cheeks and down to my neck. Marking my skin with one hickey after the other.

She slightly pulls away, while her fingers tug at the bottom of my shirt, almost as if to ask if she could take it off. The day I say no to that question was the day I'd officially lost my mind.

I nod and she pulls it off over my head, leaving me in just a black bralette.

“Good fucking god”, she praised,

Causing a delicious chill to run up my spine. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she reaches behind me and undoes my bra, before letting it fall down my arms. My top half was now left completely exposed to the draft in the apartment, which was made apparent by my buds immediately hardening at the cool air.

She pulls me in closer and wraps her lips around one, while the fingers on her free hand began to pinch and roll the other. There was no stopping the onslaught of whines and pleading moans that were escaping me.

I lean into her touch, as each hum she made against me caused vibrations to travel down to my core, only causing me to grow wetter and needier for what she had planned next. My hips began to grind against hers, granting me some kind of friction to alleviate the growing ache between my legs.

"How long has it been?", she mumbled against my breast,

"Too long", I exhale,

Getting back on my feet, allowing her to unbutton my jeans and drag it down to my ankles. I hastily step out of them, before straddling her once more.

She then lays me down and her lips make their way down my chest and stomach, till she was finally where I needed her. Her fingers wrap around the waistband of my underwear and slides them off of me, prior to being thrown across the room.

She parts my legs and takes a moment to admire the mess she was making out of me.

"So fucking good", she whispered,

Before nipping at my inner thighs and making them tighten around her head, to which she throws them over her shoulders and pulls me in even closer. Finally having had enough with teasing me, she dives right in. Her tongue licking up all of the arousal, as I gasp at the contact.

"Mmm, my sweet girl", she hums,

Sucking at my clit. She knew just what to do to drive me up the wall and have me begging for more.

Kirby always went on and on about the way I tasted. She said that if she had it her way, my legs would be over her shoulders all day long.

I could be do anything, like washing the dishes and she would just turn me around, get on her knees, spread mine apart and just dive right in. Once she'd gotten her fix, she would just get back up, kiss me and move on like she didn't just have me screaming and shaking.

Her fingers start rubbing up and down my slit, only adding onto the pleasure that was already consuming me.

She finally slips her digits into me and they immediately press against my g-spot. A gasp fleeing out of me as a result. It didn't take long, before she picked up momentum and was ramming into me faster and harder.

"Fuck, yes!", I whined,

Grabbing onto her golden locks for dear life.

She didn't let up once.

"You taste so fucking good", she cooed,

Swallowing me whole like I was the last thing she would ever have again. The familiar knot in my stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

"Don't stop!", I cry out,

"Don't plan on it", she teased,

Before continuing her ministrations on me. Her fingers repeatedly hitting my sweet spot every time she plunged into me, as my walls clenched around them like a vice. I knew it was only a matter of time before I-

"You're close, aren't you? Be good for me, baby, let me fucking have it"

That was all I needed to hear. I came with a screaming moan and let myself go all over her welcoming mouth. Once she was done swallowing the mess I made, she licked me up clean, causing a whine to escape me from the overstimulation. I was always so sensitive and she knew that. So it came as no surprise to me, when she giggled at my reaction.

Finally coming up for air, Kirby then pressed her swollen lips against mine.

"Can you taste yourself?", she mumbled with a smirk,

I nod and she pulls away.

"Think you can handle one more?", she questioned,

"I brought your favorite toy", she added,

Rubbing circles onto my sides with her thumbs. How on earth could I say no to that? I nod, still trying to catch my breath from the orgasm that I just had.

"I need to hear you say it, baby", she says,

"Yes, please", I shyly answer,

She chuckles and leaves me with a kiss to the cheek, before hurrying off towards the bedroom. She then comes back with the strap and places it on the edge of the couch.

I got back on my feet and helped her out of her clothes, as we continued making out. I get her top, pants, bra and thong off and no matter how many times I've seen her naked, I was always left speechless at how beautiful she was. Every dip and curve making my mouth water from how badly I needed her.

"Just to let you know, a picture would last longer", she teased,

"Oh, shut up"

She laughs, stepping into the harness, as I helped secure her into it. I lay back down and she gets in between my legs, wrapping them around her waist. She grabs the base and drags the tip up and down my slit, causing my hips to buck up against hers.

"Someone's excited", she exhaled against my ear,

Dragging her tongue against the tender point behind it.

Finally having had enough with the torture, she pushes the toy into me in one swift thrust. A surprised gasp escaping me as a result.

She began pounding into my needy cunt with such need, it felt like the couch was squeaking against the floor.

"God, you're tight", she mumbled,

Struggling against the firm grip I had on the toy, whilst burying her face in my neck, littering my skin with hickeys and bite marks.

The climax I hit not too long ago still rendered me sensitive, so, I was already on the verge of having another orgasm, only this one was growing more intense than the last one due to me being overstimulated.

By this time, the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat. The sounds of my pathetic cries and our skins slapping against each other echoing throughout the halls.

I wouldn't have been surprised if we got a noise complaint by tomorrow morning.

"Does that feel good, baby? Did you miss this as much as I did?", she groans,

Ramming even harder and faster into g-spot.

"Yes! I'm so fucking close!", I scream between my moans,

"Do it for me. Cum"

The knot in my stomach snaps and comes undone, as I cried out one final time.

My body immediately goes limp, allowing Kirby to gently pull out, causing me to whine at the sudden emptiness. She always made me feel so deliciously full.

Once she rids herself of the toy, she scooped me up into her arms and lays me on top of her bare chest, before grabbing the blanket to shield us against the apartment's cool draft.

"That was...wow", I exhale.

My mind still reeling from the euphoric state it was just consumed by. She chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

"God, I love you", she says,

"I love you too", I replied,

Looking back up at her in awe. She leans down and presses another one of her kisses to my eager lips.

"So sweet", she smiles.

Let's just say I spent the rest of the night returning the favor.

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Dreamers of Myths & Legends Chap. 1-The First Step to Adventure!

Here it is! My newest WTDW AU! Someone should stop me before I make 50 more AUs!

Here it is! My newest WTDW AU! Someone should stop me before I make 50 more AUs!

So because I’ve been a lover of Pokemon, I always love to make Pokemon AU’s for my hyper fixations and was nervous to create one for WTDW, though I told myself if I did it would sway away from the collect gym badges and battle trainers and more along the lines of Wiatt and the Founder Trio traveling all over the Pokemon world and exploring.

Then Pokemon Day happened and upon seeing the news something clicked in my brain and it told me to do this! So I did and ended up with a bunch of pages of ideas on what randomness Wiatt and The Founder Trio would do as well as bringing in some familiar Pokemon faces.

This is made for all in good fun and to just share my love for both Pokemon and Welcome to Dreamworld!

BIG thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!

Enjoy!

Morning came as the sun rose throughout the land. A bit of sunlight sipped through the window of the house that belonged to a young trainer named Wiatt Nicholson.

The sunlight hit Eevee in the face, which caused him to yawn and stretch before turning to his trainer, who was still asleep. “Vee.” Eevee groaned. He went over to his sleeping trainer and used his paw to wake up his trainer.

Wiatt groaned and turned around wanting to sleep more. “Oddity, not right now.” He groaned.

The Eevee, nicknamed Oddity by his trainer, gave a pout as he tried to wake up his trainer again. He tried using his paws to nudge his trainer, jumping on the bed, and even pulling the blanket with his teeth.

Wiatt shivered as he tried to grab the blanket, but Oddity kept it away from him. “Oddity, give it back.” The boy groaned.

“Vee!” Oddity growled, pulling the blanket some more.

The boy growled and tried to reach over for the blanket, but the Eevee kept it away from him. Wiatt tried and tried reaching for the blanket only to fall off his bed with a thud.

Oddity flinched, dropping the blanket, and jumping off the bed to check on his trainer. “Eevee?” Oddity asked.

Wiatt rubbed his head and looked over at his partner. “Oddity, why did you do that?” He asked, as he reached for his glasses and put them on.

“Eevee! Vee!” Oddity exclaimed, pointing at the clock.

The boy looked up at the clock and saw the time change from 7:04 to 7:05.

“Oh, I guess today is the day isn’t it Oddity?” Wiatt asked.

“Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed.

The boy got up and got dressed out of his pajamas into something more comfortable. He wore a dark blue t-shirt with a star on it, a yellow-orange vest, brown jeans, and teal and white sneakers. He went over to his drawer and took out a blue cap with pink, white, and blue stars stitched on the side. Finally, he brushed his messy brown hair.

Oddity smiled, wagging his tail and holding a red scarf in his mouth. Wiatt smiled and put the scarf around his neck.

“Okay! Now we’re ready to go!” Wiatt exclaimed, getting his brown and white bag on.

“Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed.

Wiatt opened the door from his home, and two rushed out and headed straight to the start of their newest adventure.

That’s me, Wiatt Nicholson, I’m 17 years old and starting my days as a Pokémon Researcher with my partner Eevee whom I named Oddity. This is how our story begins with new friends and an adventure that awaits us!

Meanwhile, three young trainers were starting their journey too; they appeared to be around the same age as Wiatt. These trainers have been best friends for years.

The only female of the group, Sara Covetman, had brown hair tied into a bun with a pink streak on her bangs and pink eyes. Her outfit was a lilac sweater over a pink shirt, a pink scalloped tiered skirt, long pink and white socks, and pink sneakers. Her shoulder bag was pink with a huge light pink ribbon on the front

The first male of the group, Lewis Bright, had slicked back light brown hair with a few fringes hanging over his face, large round glasses over his green eyes, and a blue beanie with yellow and blue star pins on it. He wore a light blue vest over a long white-sleeved shirt, dark blue pants, and blue and black shoes.

Finally, the last male, Oliver Acrimony, was a bit taller than the two and had long messy orange hair tied into a ponytail and bright blue eyes. He wore a purple sweater over a black and white striped shirt, black pants, and purple sneakers.

“I can’t believe today is the day!” Sara exclaimed.

“It sure is, darling,” Lewis replied. “I’m excited to see the new facility Eric told us about.”

“Y-Yeah.” Oliver stuttered. “I wonder what kind of research we’ll be doing?”

Lewis turned to see a Cleffa and a Deerling playing with one another in a nearby field. “It’s a big world out there, who knows what we'll discover.” He said. “New Pokemon, new regions, and who knows maybe new friends.”

Back with Wiatt and Oddity, the two were racing each other to see who could get to the research facility first. Oddity started to take the lead, but Wiatt stepped up and kept on running to pass his Eevee.

The Evolution Pokemon saw Lewis and his friends up ahead and stopped to call out his trainer to slow down.

Wiatt chuckled, turning back to his Eevee. “What’s wrong, Oddity, afraid to lose?” He asked.

“Eevee! Vee!” Oddity yelled, telling Wiatt to look ahead. 

However, he didn’t listen and instead ran into Lewis and his friends causing the four to fall to the ground. They let out a groan as Wiatt got up and rubbed his head.

“S-Sorry.” Wiatt apologized.

“It’s fine darling. We’re…” Lewis paused as he got up and stared into Wiatt’s eyes. “Okay.”

Wiatt stared back and blushed a bit and soon the other boy did the same. “I-I’m glad.” He replied.

The two kept staring at one another as Oddity looked back between his trainer and Lewis wondering what was going on between the two.

“H-Hey!” Sara yelled as she pushed off her friend, and got up. “Why don’t you watch where you're going!”

“S-Sorry,” Wiatt replied. “I’m Wiatt Nicholson by the way.”

“Lewis, I’m Lewis Bright!” Lewis exclaimed in reply. “These are my two best friends Oliver and Sara.”

Oliver gave a nervous chuckle and waved, “Nice to meet you, Wiatt.” He replied.

Wiatt smiled until he felt Oddity nudged his leg. “Oh, by the way, this is Oddity, my Eevee.”

“Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed.

Lewis kneeled and petted the normal-type Pokemon. “Well, isn't he adorable,” He said.

“Vee,” Oddity replied.

“So where are you two going?” Lewis asked.

“We’re going to the new research facility that opened up near Celadon City,” Wiatt replied.

Lewis smiled and widened, “Well you're in luck!” He exclaimed. “The three of us are going there as well.”

“If you like, you can come with us,” Oliver added. “I mean if it's okay with you.”

Wiatt smiled, “of course!” He replied.

“Vee! Eevee!” Oddity cheered.

With that Wiatt followed the three to Celadon City. However, Sara felt uncomfortable traveling with the newbie in their friend group but decided not to show it in hopes of pleasing her friends.

Near Celadon City, a large building sat on top of a hill that overlooked the said city as well as the neighboring cities around the route. Looking out the window, was Eric Gale, a man with light brown hair, with the front part turning gray, and brown eyes, who was nervous about his students being lost.

Unlike most professors, he didn’t wear a lab coat. Instead, he wore a comfortable green hoodie with a blue heart on the right side.

His daughter, Carly, a young girl with dark skin, brown hair with the underside dyed pink, and green eyes wearing a pink shirt, light pink pants, and multi-colored pink and purple shoes, walked on by seeing her father nervous. “Relax dad, I’m sure they’re on their way.” She reassured him.

Eric sighed, “I know. I just hope they didn’t get lost or what if some wild Pokemon attacked them.”

Carly gave a concerning smile and put her hand on her dad’s shoulder. “Hey, you know those three. They’re gonna be fine.”

Eric gave a small smile, “I hope. I just know they don’t have Pokémon with them.”

Carly’s smile turned into a frown and turned away, “Well that’s their loss then.” She mumbled.

“Huh?” Eric asked, wondering what his daughter had said. Soon he saw three familiar faces as well as a new one arriving at the front of the facility. Eric sighed seeing his students had arrived safely.

“Here we are!” Lewis exclaimed.

“That’s Mr. Gale’s facility?” Wiatt asked.

“Yep! We were there when he was building it, and now we’re finally working as researchers.” Sara explained. “Although, I don’t know why Eric chose you to be a researcher with us.”

Wiatt went to his bag and took out an envelope, “Well Mr. Gale sent me this letter a week ago.” He explained. “Guess he needed an extra hand with the facility.”

Sara took the envelope from Wiatt’s hand and read it through. To her surprise, it was Eric’s handwriting and nothing Wiatt forged. She looked up from the letter glaring at Wiatt, before shoving it back at him.

“Well we're here now, let’s go in,” Sara said, walking up the steps to the facility.

Wiatt glared at her but felt Oliver’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about her, she’s like this…sometimes.” He said, his gaze turning away from Sara.

“Don’t worry darling, she’ll warm up to you,” Lewis said, nudging the other boy.

Wiatt gave a small smile as the three guys decided to catch up to Sara who was already at the front door. “Eric! We’re here!” Sara exclaimed, knocking on the door.

The door slowly opened, but instead of Eric, an Aipom wearing a multicolored ribbon answered the door.

“Aipom?” Aipom asked, tilting his head.

“Ridley?” Sara asked as she looked around for Eric. “Where’s Eric?”

“Right here,” Eric said coming to the door. “I’m glad you guys made it!”

The group smiled as they walked inside the facility. “Welcome the four of you to the Gale Research Facility!” He exclaimed.

Ridley cheered on to welcome the guest as well.

“Now you're probably wondering why I called you four here?” Eric asked.

Lewis nodded, “you needed help with the facility, correct?” He asked.

Eric nodded, “Right, and I picked the three best students to help me out.”

Lewis and his friends smiled knowing Eric was talking about them.

Wiatt being the odd one out spoke up, “Um… I know Lewis, Sara, and Oliver knew you as they were your students, but why me?” He asked.

“Well, your father was one of my colleagues. After he left on his journey, he told me he would like for you to be one of my researchers when I opened the facility.” Eric explained.

Wiatt’s eyes widened hearing that as he gave a small smile. His father left for his journey three years ago and hadn’t returned. Heck, he didn’t even tell Wiatt where he was going in the first place.

“I see. Makes sense.” Wiatt replied.

Eric smiled. “Now, are you four ready?” He asked. The four nodded and followed Eric to the heart of the facility.

The group was in awe seeing the heart of the facility. It was a large room with a giant computer showing a map of the entire Pokémon World.

“Here is where you guys will be researching the Pokemon World,” Eric said. “This map here shows the entire world, and where your field research tasks will take place.”

“Field Research?” Wiatt asked.

“Basically, the map will let you know what your guy's mission is,” Carly spoke up as she came into the room.

“Correct. Thank you, Carly.” Eric said. Seeing that Wiatt hadn’t met her yet, the professor decided to introduce the two, “Oh Wiatt, this is my daughter Carly.”

Carly smiled, “So you're the fourth researcher I heard about.”

Waitt nodded in reply.

 Seeing a new friend, Oddity decided to run and introduce himself. “Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed.

Soon, Carly froze before screaming and backing into a corner. This confused the four new researchers.

“Uh is Carly scared of Eevee?” Wiatt asked.

“Pokémon actually.” Eric said with a sigh, “She’s developed a fear of them.”

“Ai! Aipom.” Ridley added, almost saying “It’s true.”

“D-Dad. I like Pokémon. I just…don’t like them up close.” Carly corrected, nervously admitting her fear of them.

Oddity was confused tilting his head, “Vee?” 

Wiatt picked up Oddity and held him close. He did give one more glance to Carly who sighed as she left the room to cool off.

“Sorry about it. I’ve been trying to help her get over it.” Eric said.

“It’s fine. You're doing your best.” Lewis reassured him, smiling at the professor.

Eric then moved on to the next thing and pulled out a tray with four smartphones. The colors of these phones were pink, cyan, green, and yellow. “These are your Rotom phones. It doubles as your Pokedex as well as where you’ll be able to track your field research.”

The four took the Rotom Phone of their favorite color; Pink for Sara, cyan for Lewis, green for Oliver, and yellow for Wiatt.

Upon grabbing them, their Rotom Phones turned on and they smiled in glee.

Next Eric took them to the mess hall, which caused Oddity and Ridley's eyes to widen seeing some of the food left out on the table. “This is where you guys will be enjoying your meals,” Eric explained.

Ridley quickly went in took an apple from the fruit bowl and split it in half to share with Oddity.

“Eevee! Vee!” Oddity replied by taking half the apple and eating it. Oddity wagged his tail as he squealed in delight.

Finally, Eric took the four to their room. “This here is your room.”

The room had two bunk beds and it had a balcony view of the town. The four went inside and Lewis and Oliver took the bunk on the left. “Darling, do you want the top or bottom bunk?” Lewis asked.

“I-I’ll talk bottom bunk,” Oliver replied.

Lewis smiled as he was about to climb the top bunk only to be interrupted by bickering from Sara and Wiatt.

“I’m taking the top bunk!” Wiatt argued, pushing Sara down.

“No, I want it!” Sara argued back, as she struggled with Wiatt to get to the top bunk.

Lewis and Oliver sighed knowing those two would be arguing forever. The bickering duo kept arguing about why they should get the top bunk. However, the two shared a laugh knowing their group had gotten more lively now.

“You wanna rock, paper, scissors for it!?” Sara asked, yelling.

“Fine by me!” Wiatt answered, having his hand out.

“Ready?” Sara asked. “Rock, paper…” Before she could say scissors, she took her fist and hit Wiatt on the head. 

“Ow!” Wiatt exclaimed.

Sara chuckled, “I win!” She beamed as she climbed up the top bunk.

Wiatt glared already done with Sara’s behavior for the day. However, he smiled seeing Oddity had made himself comfortable in the bottom bunk.

“Alright, guess we’ll take the bottom then.” Wiatt sighed.

“Well, I’ll let you guys get comfortable, and then meet me back at the mess hall for dinner,” Eric said before closing the door.

“Okay!” Lewis beamed. 

The rest of the day the four unpacked, got their stuff put away, and relaxed. After dinner, Lewis stood outside the balcony watching the sunset.

“Hey,” Wiatt said as he came out onto the balcony. “Aren’t you gonna join us for dessert?”

“I will in a minute darling,” Lewis replied. “Just wanna watch the sunset and do some thinking that’s all.”

Wiatt walked closer to the other boy and decided to join him in watching the sunset. “Whatcha thinking about?” He asked.

“About what kind of journeys the four of us will go on,” Lewis exclaimed. “We’re going to be traveling all over, researching Pokémon, learning about the region they live in, everything.”

Wiatt smiled, agreeing with everything Lewis just said. “I wonder what new Pokemon we’ll get to see. Maybe legendaries or mythical Pokemon. There’s a lot of Pokemon out there.” He explained.

“It sure is darling,” Lewis said, putting his arms around Wiatt. “And we’re doing it together!”

Wiatt slightly blushed and nodded, “Right!” He exclaimed.

“Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed.

Wiatt and Lewis laughed seeing the Evolution Pokemon excited as well. Oliver and Sara came by looking at the two before being spotted by Lewis. The latter waved over to them to join the group.

Oliver took Sara’s hand and went up onto the balcony with Lewis and Wiatt. Sara gave a small smile to Wiatt before brushing it off when Oliver saw it, which made everyone laugh.

And so, Wiatt, Lewis, Sara, and Oliver start their Pokémon Journey as researchers. There they get to meet all kinds of Pokémon, travel to faraway places, and learn about the world around them. Who knows what these four are going to discover as their journey begins.

[bananaplayzz]

"It's you! Despite everything, it's still you!"

Erm- I wrote sth for my dnd character (Who started off as Lloyd ninjago so yk) and I thought it was silly

“It’s you!”

Another battle of the saviors of Ninjago, had passed, and as they usually did after every battle, they had piled all seven of them onto the couch and the floor to watch Jay absolutely obliterate everyone in whatever new video game he had hyper fixated on for the past few months. It was a nice tradition, it kept them all together after a tough fight. Not that the skull sorcerer was as hard as other battles, but still, it was a fun night of chaos.

Lloyd laughed, like usual, he was being completely defeated at Jay’s newest favorite game, rather ironically ‘Prime empire’, but hey, Jay picked it, probably because he’d know he’d win, but he always did. Lloyd dropped the controller onto his lap after the TV screen teased him with it’s game over screen. He tilted his head, leaning onto Kai’s shoulder, passing Cole the controller. “Despite everything…”

Whatever it was, it was sharp and it stung, and it was cold, and had gone straight through him. Lloyd coughed up a mix of both his own and ‘Chronos’’ blood and then fell, after everything, thats where he died for good, before they had even saved the Divine Realm from this imposter, before he actually got to say goodbye to anyone. He was going to break that stupid brother-killing monster’s skull, he was, and we wouldn’t regret it either. Rotcev was going to die by Lloyd’s hand (or teeth) if it was the last thing he did. Lloyd had wrapped Oni claws around the doppelganger’s head and was pushing and pulling the back of his head into the floor. That was until Rotcev swapped their placements around and pushed Lloyd into the ground. Lloyd clawed upwards, cutting the fake in the sides with all four of his arms… Lloyd screamed, blood spilled from his sides, flesh raw and open where the extra limbs he had gained were placed, instead, the two limbs, where being tossed to the side, right before he himself was.

“-Cannibalistic hybrid monster!” Lloyd screamed, well, he was more sobbing than screaming, but it was still loud, especially for three in the morning, on a boat where everyone was relatively close together. Did that bother either of the brothers? No, why would it? They were too busy yelling at each other about how much they didn’t care about each other. 

“It’s still you!” “No, no, if you look at it, it’s right.” “It is not, you’re just dyslexic” As the two demons bickered, Lloyd signaled at Vector to pass him the freshly traumatized box of candy. As much as he wanted to go home, back to Ninjago, he had to admit it, these guys were pretty damn close… There were the two closest, who were constantly bickering but would murder for each other. There was Lloyd’s big brother, and his dad… the metal one? Maybe they weren’t as similar to the ninja as Lloyd thought, but hey, they were close enough, he wouldn’t say better, the ninja raised him, they’re still the stupidly chaotic type of messed up family Lloyd always had, even if it wasn’t exactly the same. This could be the new tradition, Lloyd liked that.

[lovemeian]

when you’re jealous—

characters ! aone takanobu, sakusa kiyoomi, hinata shoyo, hanamaki takihiro x gn!reader

fluff? a lil angsty on some parts + bc we did jealous!character, so we’re now doing jealous!you + i alternated the people you’re getting jealous of since this is gender-neutral + makki calling issei ‘sleazy whore’ !

wanna suggest some different characters? ; tip! ; wanna be tagged?

he shouldn’t blame you too much. it’s not your fault others have impeccable taste like yours.

AONE TAKANOBU, 

it’s not that he’s oblivious, he’s actually very in tune to people’s emotions despite his stoic manner and expressions; he just doesn’t see anybody else worth his full attention but you.

so you were there, freshly off the train as you garner a look around to find your boyfriend— not the most difficult Where’s Waldo since anybody who knows him can spot him from miles away — and it’s been a cold september, the rush of autumn moving in swiftly but calmly as people start to wear thicker outerwear. as your eyes scanned carefully, you had messaged him to move to a warmer spot, like a coffee shop or bookstore, as you know he’d wait for you in front of the station so you could easily spot him. damn the cold and all for you.

you found him at the bookstore, peeking through the sections with his inscrutable expression. as your mouth stretched into a smile, voice ready to call him out— you stopped at another person appearing from the scene and your boyfriend turned. they started conversing, aone’s body expression was very clearly polite, but you know a person attracted when you see it.

you finished staring, rubbing at the straps of your bag for comfort as they exited the scene with scarlet cheeks and your boyfriend holding a business card, inhaling tightly and changing your pout to a smile.

“nobu!”

and just when you thought you could let your insecurities run wild, hand in hand with jealousy, as soon as your boyfriend had looked up— everything in him lit up. his eyes sparkled, his mouth pressed in its familiar thin line, quirk slightly at the edges, and his gaze, as familiar to you as anything else, softened. it always makes your heart skip a beat and you couldn’t help dropping the smile into a pout as you poke his sides.

“you never let me get jealous, do you?”

he blinked at you, confused. “huh?”

you looped your arm against his, snuggling into the warmth he was emitting. “—but if anyone is gonna be brave enough, know that i’m going to defend what’s mine, m’kay?” you tugged a little, because no matter how tall you think you are, your boyfriend is taller, and he’s used to the non-vocal patterns you had established in the early days of your relationship, knowing you meant for him to crouch down enough for you to plant a cheeky kiss on the corner of his mouth, eyes twinkling. “’cos your mine, yeah? well now that we’re here, might as well buy hot chocolate, i think they have a two for one deal! ooh, if they sell walnut cakes we can buy the pack one!”

as you continued to ramble on, the man beside you is blushing from the tips of his ears, whilst his arm that you had looped yourself over, tightened ever so slightly.

‘mine’ was his favourite declaration.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI,

ooh, you know you were being irrational.

but omi was missing his usual kisses. you gave them like you had an abundance in stock, and always just for him with your soft smiles and loving gazes. but pulling out of the parking lot after lunch, you’d usually take his hand and give him a couple of kisses, but right now you were frowning, almost half out of the car as you crossed your arms and nestled against the door.

and truth be told, omi’s not the type to make first move or ask ‘where his kisses’ are, but ten minutes more of the silence without your usual hums, fiddling with the bluetooth so you can play your newest hyper fixation, or taking his hand and giving his knuckles kisses— and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“love?”

“hm?” oh, thank god you’re still answering him.

“are you okay?”

“no,” you mumbled, pouting. he shot you a concerned look. “’am just being silly.”

“silly? can i help?”

you sighed, finally turning to your boyfriend and opening your palm. the relief that he let out is palpable as he placed his hand and you curl your fingers around it, putting it in a crushing grip. “i got jealous.”

his eyebrows shot up. “jealous?”

“the waiter was ogling at you, and they weren’t even trying to be subtle about it.” his mouth twitched and you noticed it right away as you frowned at him. “oh, does that make you happy, sir? should’ve asked for their number maybe?”

he brought his hand, still clasped among your own, and pressed butterfly kisses along your knuckles with a breathy little chuckle. “of course not, my love. i just thought i did something horrific when you weren’t giving me your attention as usual.”

your smile bloomed. “aw, did my omi got needy?”

his scowl was immediate. it made you smile harder. “that’s not what i meant.”

“it’s okay, love makes us a little silly.”

“a little silly, huh?” his held on you tightened as he hummed on his own, thinking he didn’t mind a future with this kind of happiness. didn’t mind love when its this silly, not especially when its with you.

HINATA SHOYO,

a day at the beach and you were frowning. hot under the sun, and sticky underneath several layers of sunscreen.

and your man, despite the bright, dark green board shorts and the god awful orange neon visor you told him he shouldn’t wear, and the thick layer of sunscreen he applied on his nose because he burns so quick— despite it all, he was good looking. almost ridiculously.

the scatter of freckles across his back, his happy little smirk, and his eyes, bright and excited at the feeling of sands on his toes, and the scent and sound of the sea not too far away— everything felt perfect.

almost perfect.

his smile dims into a half smirk at you. it’s half teasing and half frustration. “you really don’t wanna hold my hand, sweetheart?”

“nope, no.” you tighten your crossed arms over your chest, keeping pace but a good space away from him. “not when you look like that.”

“this isn’t that bad.”

you glare at him, pout turning into a point. “you look like a whole ass carrot, sho.”

“hey! i think it’s cute!”

“you are cute.” both of you turn at the unnamed voice, and a confident smiling girl in a cute bikini is stopped in the way. her friends, giggling, were at the side, whispering at each other as she stepped forward, her eyes only to sho as she offered up her phone. “can i have your number?”

he blinks, cheeks tinting. your mouth slackens as you narrow your eyes at the girl in question and her squealing friends.

“well, uh—”

you don’t know what came over you, but you didn’t like the way she was looking at your boyfriend, snatching his arm and pressing a cool hand on his chest. “sorry, he’s got a significant other.”

“oh!” she blushes. “sorry! i just thought—”

“—no, no it’s okay, have a great day!” as she rushes off, shoyo starts chuckling despite the stormy glare plastered on your your face. you shove him off. “having fun, huh? you— sho!” he tugs you back to him, sweat and sunscreen, and tilts your chin so you could see the absolute amusement in his face.

he tilts his chin down and kisses you fully on the mouth. he’s a little loud, sucking on your bottom lip as you blink at him when he pulls away, smirking. “jealous y/n will always be my favourite y/n. told you i look hot.”

HANAMAKI TAKIHIRO,

you didn’t think your crush was going to be this dense.

your flirting had never been thicker, touching his arm, laughing loud at his jokes, and even sharing food you’ve made to your neighbour with a sweet smile and a, ‘i made some extras, thought you’d love some?’

like you made some profiteroles knowing they’re his favourite, fresh and hot. how would he not know you like him?

“he’s playing with you,” your friend muses. “or he doesn’t like you and is trying to actively ignore it until the day you come out and say it.”

you burrow your head on your arms, hiccuping at the beer you’ve consumed with them, now empty and littering your coffee table. you weren’t drunk yet, nearing it by your hiccups. “then what am i supposed to do?”

“confess? yeet your shit to his face?”

“i don’t want to—hic! — yeet my shit to his face.” you frown at her. then check the time before scrambling to stand up, vertigo hitting but pushing away in favour of going after your recycled bins.

“what—where are you going?”

“gotta throw the trash!”

“he throws his trash at this time too, huh?” your friend snorts, waving you off. “good luck!”

life would be so easier if you weren’t so easily flustered, hiking up your bin, darting cautiously around to notice any signs of your very good looking neighbour— only to hear a chorus of laughter. your heart stutters in your chest as you see the familiar head of peach hair and a taller, more impressionable person. dark hair, lowered eyelids, and pulled smirk.

and your chest aches as you notice how close and easy they seem to be, random banter up in the air before makki stops a few spaces before the landing, gesturing something you can’t hear as you slink deeper into the shadows of the bins, calling yourself stupid, stupid of course he’s dating someone that good looking, holy fuck, now you look like a stalker hiding by the trash— his lover pulls his hair back to kiss his forehead and your jealousy spikes to burn your eyelids.

unfortunately for you and the alcohol still in your system, the shock has you hiccuping in an area where echoes seem to neuter. both boys turn their heads toward your general direction and you swear, you hope the ground could swallow you up and spit you out dead.

“. . . y/n?” makki asks, squinting until you groan, straighten up, maybe slap yourself in the face a little, and meekly met them under better lightning with the most awkward smile and disposition known to mankind.

“hi, hi, sorry about that. it’s trash day.” you wince. “hi makki and boyfriend!”

they both blink, slow. sharing a look until the dark man lets out a little chuckle, deep and rough, before he smacks a wet kiss to makki’s lips, making you gasp at the very blatant show of affection you had to turn away.

makki pulls away with a scramble and a smack to the other man’s face, glaring daggers as he spat and wiped his mouth. “fuck you, ‘ssei!”

“love you too, baby.” he winks. he turns to your shocked face. “we’re not together but it is adorable how makki’s little crush might think so.”

you blink. makki scowls at him. “fuck off.”

“aight, aight, you kids have fun.” he winks at you again. “don’t do somethin’ i wouldn’t do.”

“we won’t, you sleazy whore.” he rubs his face again as the other man retreated back, turning to you with a little frown. “i thought you know how i felt about you. i certainly knew how you felt about me.” as you gape at him like a fish, he steps closer, smile soft but smirky at the same time. clearly enjoying your flustered little look. “was just waiting for the prettiest profiterole maker to say somethin’ so i could do somethin’ about it.”

made by lavi <3

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[spirit-5000]

Okay so one, first post on tumblr (yay!) and of course it’s going to be about JSE and the ego lore cause that’s my new hyper fixation at the moment.

Okay so anyway, I was looking at this picture taken from the IRIS trailer that dropped in the newest video Jack posted.

And I was wondering if the number 5914 meant anything. So I did some research and found out that 5914 means something in Numerology. So first off 9 is essentially the sign of ideals, universal interest, and the spirit of combat for humanitarian purposes. It also symbolizes the prioritization of ideals and dreams experienced through emotions and intuition. (WTCHR cam perhaps?)

The number 5 symbolizes freedom and achieving said freedom. The number also represents a restless spirit in constant search of the truth that is around us. It is the symbol of freedom, independence, adaption, movement, but also of inconsistency and abuse of the senses (the 5 senses perhaps) Who do we know that might be a restless spirit in the JSE Cinematic Universe?

The number 1 symbolizes independence, self-reliance, and confidence in this world. It also stands for power, a quick mind, drive, and ambition AND it is the sign of individualistic and aggressive nature. (I can think of one ego who has an aggressive nature)

Finally the number 4 symbolizes stability and the sense of duty and discipline. The number also stands for solid construction and to develop logic and the human capacity for effort, accomplishment, and work. (Not so sure about this number and what it might mean in the whole IRIS thing, but maybe it symbolizes an ego?)

Just want to say that maybe these numbers symbolize something either individually or when put together when it comes to the JSE egos….or maybe not. Maybe ALTR 5914 stands for Anti or Marvin or JJ or even any of the egos perhaps?

I’ll link the website where I found all this information of y’all are interested and want to take a look. It’s got some very interesting stuff. Otherwise, I look forward to hearing some of y’all’s thoughts and theories! Stay safe!

Spirit

[mashas-rotting]

This is a Love Story

So this might become a series. It's my current hyper fixation. But I suck at commiting to a project I'm better at one shots. However there's a lot of back story that will be explained later.

Warning smut, blood, death, cussing, bareback sex, knife play... I guess cannibalism

Minors dni

The night air is crisp, it's almost as if the wind can hear your heart and howls in sympathy, but you know it's just autumn kissing your flesh and dancing with your hair. The events are playing in slow motion. The problem is so are your movements. A bald rogue ninja with tattoos on his face and arms, slices mei, the newest anbu member, across the neck with a kunai.

Blood pulses out as her brown eyes go wide. It's not dramatic the way it is in the movies, with lots of squirting, it's dramatic the way life is. The gargling, she would scream if she wasn't drowning in her own crimson liquid, is the worst part. Baring your teeth like a wild animal, you feel your e/c eyes shift as your emotions rage.

Suddenly, things move in real time and you're able to get behind the culprit as they drop meis delicate body, well she wasnt quite dead yet but would be soon. "What the f-" he doesn't get a chance to finish before your hand is through his chest and in front of his body. The rogue nin looks down at your hand which holds his still beating heart.

"Absorption jutsu." Ripping your hand out of his body, you begin to eat the muscle. It was a gruesome ability, but it allowed you to not only kill, but to absorb their very soul. It's probably a forbidden jutsu, but you're only able to do it as a result of a deal with a demon. the exact specifics of said deal are damn near impossible to recreate.... plus only one other person had seen you use it before. Kakashi hatake, your team leader, had seen it once when you were in a particularly dark place on a mission, not unlike this one.

"That was the last of them." Kakashi says covered in a shine of sweat, as you flick your hand trying to dry it. "We should hurry back before we're ambushed again." He nods and carries meis body, she had gone quiet, and you both run through the trees in silence towards the leaf village.

The passage of time is a concept you don't recognize in your shell shock, but at some point kakashi grabs your arm and stops you. Turning to him you feel the cold sting tears on your cheeks that you weren't previously aware of. "I said we should set up camp." He repeats sounding frustrated. You just nod and you both drop to the forest floor. "I'm going to dig mei a grave and have medical ninja recover her body for the family." He says laying her behind the tree you stand in front of.

"what's wrong with you?" He asks when you don't reply, the angers clear in his tone even though his mask is hiding his face, you know it'd match the emotion. "What do you mean what's wrong with me? That was a fucking blood bath. The third hokage sent us to die without more support just like I tried to tell him!" You snap back infuriated he would be upset with you. As if this was somehow your fucking fault.

"You know that jutsu could get you in trouble! What if someone saw you?! I can't keep it a secret if you use it everytime something doesn't go your way." The grey haired ninja snaps back as he walks close enough to you that you have to look up at him. "EVERY TIME THINGS DON'T GO MY WAY???" You yell shoving his chest but he grabs your hands and you stumble against him. Your chests pressing together making your brain short circuit. Being this close you can smell him and it's making you want to redirect your rage and lean into his neck and drink it in.

Instead, you find yourself staring at him in silence. heat, anger, sadness, electricity. So many things run through you as you look at each other. "You didn't tell anyone what I can do?" You want your voice to sound strong but it comes out a whisper. "No." He whispers back and clenches his jaw. It was years ago how could he have not-

Kakashi's hands let go of yours and slide down to your hips, grabbing firmly he pulls your lower body against his. Your knees almost buckle from the feeling of his fingers digging into your sides. You gasp as you make contact with his erection. How was he hard after a massacre? Who are you kidding, you'd always gotten off on kakashi fighting, covered in blood and sweat. Masked lips crash into yours, the blood from your mouth staining it. Rough but not painful, making you light headed as need floods between your thighs. You grind against him for a moment before he pushes you back, both of you panting.

His kunai is at your throat biting your skin in a way that almost makes you forget about his other hand that's moved from your hip to your ass, almost. His eyes staring at you like a cat playing with a mouse. The sharingan shining an intimidating red in the pale moonlight as he slides the weapon slowly down your exposed cleavage. It doesn't break the skin, which is a bit disappointing, but the slide of the blade on your skin is intoxicating nonetheless. The trail is a slow burn as you arch pressing into the blade harder. "Fuck." You also don't hear him breathe the word.

Suddenly, the blade is gone and you hear the fabric rip before noticing he's cut a hole in your pants. Maybe he spun you, maybe you turned around, either way you're leaning forward, holding yourself up on a tree as rubs himself along your throbbing core. "Please." you don't want to wait, you cant. He slams into you. rough, violent, angry. no warm up. This wasn't a confession, this was inevitable.

The sound of your bodies thrusting together was obscene and it drove you crazy. You felt drunk crashing into him as you both chased your high. Kakashi grunts and pants as he hits the perfect angle over and over. One of his hands leave your hip, where you were sure to have a bruise, and pulls your hair making you let go of the tree as you expose your neck to him. "Oh f-fuck" you cry out as his teeth sink into you. The pain makes you see stars but it's everything you need in this moment.

He trails sloppy wet kisses up your neck and you twist your face to the side to kiss him. For a moment you wonder where his mask went but then his tongue is in your mouth and your mind goes blank. Only the two of you exist, and the quickly arriving finishline. Suddenly you pull your mouths apart and cry out as you fall apart. The feeling of your clenching cunt gushing around him as you cum sends the kakashi over the edge. You hear him grunt in your ear as a delicious warmth fills you. His cock throbs inside of you making gasp.

Leaning into his hold, both of you try to catch your breath. After a few moments Kakashi tilts your head to the side and kisses you again, this time much gentler, and pulls out of you. You shiver at the loss of fullness and the gush of cum down your thighs. Turning around fully to face him you take his face into your hands and lean your forehead against his.

"sorry about your pants." He says snapping you out of the left over haze. Your eyes widen and you laugh. "Damn, I'll have to sew them before we head out in the morning." And just like that everything that's happened rushes back to you, only now it's a bit more bareable. "You're eyes finally went back to normal."

"What?" You tilt your head to the side. "You're eyes were doing that reflective animal thing since the fight. I always assumed you had control over it, but when they didn't switch back I figured something had gone wrong with the jutsu you did." he shrugs.

"I have as much control as my emotions allow. It has nothing to do with the jutsu." He hmms in response and you both work on setting up camp. He volunteers to take first watch and you accept feeling exhausted.

[chonkychornes]

Stand By Me

Summary: The new recruit is a ray of sunshine compared to the resident grouch. What will it take for Bucky to realize she'll always have his back?

Pairing: Bucky/OC

Word Count: 5217

Disclaimer: I essentially wrote this in a day and I don’t write fluff, so yeah. Also, listen to the Skylar Grey’s cover of “Stand By Me”. It melted my hardd, black heart.

https://youtu.be/wcKcj98VQlk

New recruits were a dime a dozen at the compound; Bucky was used to people coming and going, and he didn’t trust new people. It was the main reason he had a vetting process, as it were, for the newbies. They’d show up and he’d let everyone else get to know them, get their first impressions, and then after a few months, if they survived that long, he’d start to make nice.

It would start with making his signature jet-fuel coffee for breakfast and flipping his knife at the table. Then it would be offering to train with them and not going easy. He figured if they could handle what he had to offer they just might make it as an Avenger.

After that, if he deemed them worthy enough, he’d tell them some of his stories—the ones he could get through. That’s usually when they bailed on him, and Bucky would go hang out with Steve, Sam, or Natasha.

They’d give him a hard time about it, but he generally didn’t care; he didn’t like Sam in the beginning, and now they were practically best friends … sort of. Plus, he kinda liked how his reputation, not only as the Winter Soldier but as this hardass at the compound, had preceded him. Well, until she showed up. Apparently, nobody filled her in on what to expect from the Tin Man.

“I thought we weren’t getting a new class,” Bucky points out as everyone clears out of the conference room to meet the Quinjet pulling in for a landing in the docking bay.

“It’s not a class, man,” Sam says as he leads the way out of the room and down the hall. “Just one newbie.”

The two pull up the rear of the group in the hangar, and Steve turns around to address everyone one more time.

“Look, it goes without saying, but this new agent could potentially be a vital member of the team.” He sweeps a look across everyone and stops when he reaches Bucky. “Make sure they feel welcome and safe. They’re here alone, so that has to add to whatever anxiety and intimidation they might be feeling.”

“Why are you looking at me?” Bucky scoffs. “Why is he looking at me?”

He and Sam start nudging each other until a red-eyed Wanda whips around and tells them to knock it off.

When the Quinjet finally lands, Steve begins to step forward to greet the newest potential member, but before he can take more than two steps forward, the ramp lowers, and this tiny ball of hair, compact muscle, curves, and pure energy comes bounding out.

The duffle is as big as she is but she flings it over her shoulder with a practiced dexterity and all but runs to Steve with an outstretched arm.

“Welcome to the Avengers compound. I’m Steve—”

“You’re Steve Rogers. Captain America. Captain Rogers.” She laughs and the sounds fills the large hangar for such a small body. “I’m sorry. Do we shake or should I salute?”

Steve tries to calm her down, but the excitement is too much.

“She reminds me of Tic Tac,” Sam mutters as Steve introduces her to everyone, and she either hugs them or tries to hide her squeals.

Bucky sniffs dismissively and leaves before Steve can get her closer to him for an introduction. He doesn’t like fans.

Two weeks later, she’s still here, and apparently, everyone adores her.

She’s already adopted a nickname from the team—Buzz—because she’s always hyper and full of energy.

And everyone was trying to get Bucky to relent on his vetting.

“Just talk to her.”

“She’s great.”

“You two would really get along.”

“She doesn’t even hate you for not talking to her for two weeks!”

The last one was Sam as they were training together in the gym.

“If she’s so great, how come she hasn’t just come to talk to me?” Bucky stops punching the bag and looks at Sam for an answer.

Sam draws back and stares at Bucky like he just asked him some complicated trigonometry problem. “Are you for real? You got a mean mug, and you haven’t said a word to the poor girl. She’s just staying out of your way because she thinks that’s what you want.”

Bucky considers this for a moment and shrugs. “She’s not wrong. I’d love my life more if I didn’t have to put up with you.”

“Mhmm, you remember that when Steve retires for real and you’re stuck with me.” Sam resumes his training but smiles as Bucky wanders off toward the locker room.

“She made that lasagna you ate the hell out of the other night,” Sam hollers after his retreating form. “Just sayin’, man.”

He chuckles as Bucky flips him off over his shoulder with the black metal arm gleaming.

The next morning, Bucky finds her in the kitchen at some hour that borders on ungodly, even for him.

Buzz sends him a nod when she hears him shuffle in and continues to chop the mountain of vegetables in front of her.

“Coffee?” Bucky mutters the question as he grabs the carafe from the machine and begins to set it up.

“Sure.” She sets the knife down and stares at his back as he busies himself. “I know you prefer your space, but I’m—”

“Buzz, right?” Bucky turns and offers, well, not a smile but one side of his mouth is turned up so he doesn’t look like he’s grimacing. “That’s what they call you, right?”

She giggles and shrugs. “Yeah, I never really had a group of friends to give me a nickname before, so I like it.”

Bucky hums in response and pulls two mugs down from the cabinet and leans against the counter. “You making breakfast?”

She stops mid-chop and looks back up. “Oh, no. This is all going in the crockpot for dinner. We’re doing that simulation today, remember?”

Bucky nods as the coffeemaker beeps to signal the end of the brew.

“I could make breakfast though.” She offers a wide, bright smile. “What do you like?”

He pours two cups of coffee. “French toast. How do you take your coffee?”

“Oh, just black, thanks. I could make French toast. Do you think we have enough eggs and bread?” She takes a small sip of the steaming black liquid, and Bucky is disappointed when she doesn’t gag or make a face at how strong it is.

“I’m sure we do.” He plops down on a stool and watches as she continues to chop vegetables and rambles on about the events planned for later in the day.

“You do know that it’s just glorified ‘Capture the Flag’?” Bucky grins as she takes a big gulp of her coffee, but she doesn’t bat an eye.

“I know, but I like the team-building aspect of it.” She drops everything into separate containers for later and cleans up. “So, tell me about you.”

Bucky hems and haws for a few minutes before Steve walks into the kitchen bleary-eyed and groping for the coffee pot.

When he finally manages to pour a cup and take a gulp, he turns and gives Bucky the evil eye.

“You made this poor excuse for jet fuel, didn’t you?” Steve grabs the carafe and pours it down the sink and starts to make a fresh pot. “How many times have I asked you not to make it that strong? It’s disgusting.”

Bucky shrugs and gestures to the other kitchen occupant. “She didn’t have any complaints.”

“You drank that crude oil?”

“It was a little strong, but it was fine.” She shrugs and takes another drink from her mug as if to prove a point. “Sometimes, you just get used to doing something one way that it’s hard to break the habit.”

Bucky and Steve just stare at her as she polishes off her coffee and rinses her cup in the sink.

“I’m going to make French toast for everyone, but I’m going to go change first.” She moves to leave, and then turns back around. “Thanks for the coffee and conversation.”

Two hours later, as everyone is devouring the fried bread and the crispy bacon that Buzz made to go with it, Bucky flips his knife at his side by his thigh. Wanda and Nat are always on him for doing it over the table because that’s where the food was, and they didn’t believe him when he said he cleaned it every day. 

Naturally, the only free seat is, of course, directly across from Bucky, and Buzz slips into the chair and grins as he continues to flip the knife in the air.

“How’s the French toast?” Buzz asks with a gesture of her fork toward Bucky’s plate.

He nods and forks up another bite. “Good.”

Halfway through her own plate and as everyone else is starting to clean up, she leans forward slightly and drops her voice.

“Could you teach me how to do that?” Her eyes are fixated on the six and a half-inch blade dancing in his hands. “I can already juggle. Is it any harder than that?”

Bucky bristles a little. “I can’t even juggle, so it might be easier for you.” Her eyes flick up to his—bright, shining, and excited. “If I were interested in teaching you.”

With that, he stands and grabs his plate and passes it off to Sam, who is posted up at the sink.

“You could at least rinse it.” But he’s met with Bucky’s retreating form and his middle finger popping up over his shoulder.

Hours later, Buzz is nowhere to be found. The two giant crockpots are humming on the kitchen counter, and everyone has hit the showers after the simulation and are resting, working, or whatever.

Bucky seems to be the only one who’s restless, and he’s been wandering the floors of the compound. He overheard a conversation between Wanda and Sam about how Buzz seemed out of sorts as the simulation was winding down, and he feels a little guilty.

Not that he should.

They had been the only two left on their team, and her strategy was worthless. She willingly agreed to his tactic, and they had executed a beautiful plan and won the day. If she were upset that they hadn’t used her idea, then she should have fought harder for it.

He continues to amble about and makes his way to the gym. It’s become a place of solace and solitude, depending entirely on his mood.

Bucky knew none of his teammates would be in here after the afternoon of training they’d just endured, but he could handle some more.

The sight of the tiny woman crouched in the middle of a mat, trying to wrap her hand with a bandage, stops him dead in his tracks. He can see the bright red spots on the white cotton and hear the soft whimpers even from thirty feet away.

As he moves swiftly across the room, her head whips up at the smallest sound, and she jumps up and fumbles with her supplies.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Did you get hurt this afternoon?” Pulling his hands from his pockets, he takes hers in his own, and when she winces, he deliberately tries to be gentler.

“Not during the simulation, no.” Buzz pulls her hand away and smiles feebly. “I’m fine. Really.”

Skeptically, he looks down into her eyes and smirks. “So fine you need to wrap it up? Look, you don’t want to tell me? That’s fine. But, you’re right-handed, so it’s gonna be harder to do it with the left. Let me help you.”

He pulls her over to a weight bench and pushes her down and straddles the padded seat next to her.

“You didn’t do too badly on the left hand, but I’m gonna fix it, okay?” Bucky turns her right hand over and examines the cuts. Tiny, thin marks, bleeding just enough to be annoying but not enough to warrant stitches or immediate medical care.

“Buzz … what were you doing?” Bucky’s pretty sure he knows the answer but wants to give her a chance.

“I … Look, it’s not like I was doing it to impress you or anything.” She huffs and averts her eyes, looking anywhere and everywhere but at Bucky. “I was trying to teach myself how to juggle a knife.”

She sighs and finally meets his eyes, hers shining with tears and his with mischief.

“Just couldn’t take no for an answer, huh?” He teases as he begins to wrap her right hand, gently but firmly. “I would have taught you. Maybe.”

When he finishes the right and reaches for the left, she asks the one question that’s been plaguing her. “Are you like this with everyone, or do you really just not like me?”

It’s Bucky’s turn to sigh as he unwraps her left hand and pauses to look at her. “It’s hard. We get a lot of people in and out of here. I don’t make friends easily, and sometimes, I …” He trails off, not knowing which words are the right ones.

“Sometimes, it’s easier to just be alone? It’s just easier not to bother?” She ducks her head under his face and sticks out her tongue to make him smile, and he lifts his head.

“Yeah, I guess.” He continues to wrap her hand and sits up straight on the bench. “Everybody here knows about my past and my hang-ups.”

“Why bother letting someone new in?” She takes her hand away and flexes her fingers a few times. “Thanks for this. I’ll be more careful next time.” She stands up and stretches a little. “I’ll wash the cuts later. Do you think they’ll need to be rewrapped?”

Bucky smiles up to her from his seat on the bench. “I’ll take a look at them after dinner.”

She begins to walk away but stops and turns back to smile at him. “You know, sometimes, it’s harder to break the habit than to stick with it.” Buzz shrugs and her smile grows wider. “Maybe it’s time to learn to make better coffee and new friends.”

When she turns to leave again, Bucky starts to laugh. It’s a deep, rumbling belly laugh, and Bucky is gasping and clutching his sides. “I thought you liked my coffee!”

“Oh, gosh, no! It was horrible!” Buzz is now laughing with him and shaking her head. “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings since you were finally speaking to me.” She blushes a little, and Bucky stands up and throws an arm around her shoulder.

“All right, truce. New coffee, new friends.”

“And teaching your new friend your knife tricks?” Buzz asks from under his bulky form as they walk out of the gym.

“Sure. After dinner.”

Buzz and Bucky soon become fast friends and partners in crime. Where you would find one, the other was sure to be nearby. Often enough, you could find them working together in the gym—Bucky teaching her something new—or in the kitchen where Buzz was using Bucky as a stand-in sous chef.

The most interesting bit of this newfound friendship was the almost ferocious way Buzz defended Bucky.

It seemed like it didn’t matter what the situation might be, but if she felt that Bucky was getting the short end of the stick, she was there to take his side and safeguard her friend. There were times when he would offer up a solution to a problem, and while it wouldn’t be the most popular, it was always the most effective.

“I understand that it’s probably going to cost millions of dollars in damage, but there is zero potential for lives lost. Doesn’t that count for something? Steve, tell Bucky that it counts for something.”

She would plead in team meetings to revisit ideas and plans, only to be shot down along with him. Where his resolve caused him to be gun-shy, she only remained optimistic.

“They’ll realize how right you are,” she’d whisper to him as they sat back in their chairs and continued listening to Steve drone on.

Bucky especially liked that she wanted to come to his aid when the team ganged up on him. Everyone, including Bucky, had assured her that it was just teasing, and it mostly was.

But there was something about her calling him Tin Man and Sam calling him a baked potato that felt different and wrong to her. She looked ridiculous squaring off against almost everyone else on the team as even Wanda and Natasha stood a few inches taller than her.

Sam had been on some kick lately about Bucky having hair perfect for shampoo commercials. It had started pretty innocently actually. Buzz had begged Bucky to let her practice a fishtail braid on him, and he had begrudgingly agreed.

She hadn’t mastered the braid, but she had knotted his hair, and that’s how Sam found them—Buzz on the back of the couch in the entertainment room, and Bucky sitting on the cushion between her legs with her finger combing his dark brown locks and giving him a scalp massage.

“You look weak, Barnes.” Sam is grinning from ear to ear when he comes upon the two of them. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear they look like a couple enjoying a tender moment alone.

“At least, he’s got a full head of hair, Wilson. I’m pretty sure I saw a patch forming when I had you pinned yesterday.” Buzz cocks an eyebrow at Sam in defiance, but Bucky maneuvers out from under her hands.

Sam throws his hands up to his head. “Girl, don’t you know black don’t crack?” He’s laughing, but Buzz can see his fingers sweeping over his scalp.

She jumps off the couch and pats Sam on the arm. “You might not crack, honey, but you might want to invest in some Rogaine.” When she struts out of the room, Bucky stares after, and Sam gives a low whistle.

“She’s got it bad for you,” Sam states as he takes a seat next to Bucky and snatches up the remote to start his routine of surfing through channels.

“Excuse me?” Bucky doesn’t bother to look at his friend and continues to stare straight ahead.

Sam tosses the remote back onto the coffee table and turns to look at the former assassin turned Avenger.

“Are you blind? I know someone else has pointed it out to you.” Sam stares at Bucky until he finally looks up at him. “Wanda has some strong opinions on the matter.”

“She hasn’t been digging around where she shouldn’t, has she?” Bucky knows he sounds defensive, but that would be a huge invasion of Buzz’s privacy.

Snorting, Sam points a finger in Bucky’s face. “You wanna rethink that? She’s a sweet girl, and you know she’d never do that.”

Bucky throws his hands up in surrender and crosses them over his chest when Sam lowers his finger.

“She’s just a kid,” he mutters and slumps into the cushions.

“She’s not. You know she’s not.” Sam turns back to the TV. “And she’s gonna be an Avenger, so you better figure that out.”

Getting up and beginning to pace, he stops and looks at Sam. “When?”

“I figure soon. She’s lasted the longest with us.” Sam leans forward and clasps his hands together. “You know she’s good. We need her here.”

Neither man says anything for a few minutes until Sam breaks the silence.

“She’s always got your back, on and off the field, as it were.” He leans back and crosses his arms. “She’s a great partner, and I bet that’s true in her personal life too. You could do worse.”

Bucky just stands there for another minute, absorbing everything Sam has said before turning without a word and heading out of the room.

“Of course, she could do way better!” Sam shouts and starts laughing as a middle finger pops around the doorframe and wiggles at him.

Three days later and two sleepless nights on Bucky’s part, Buzz is appointed as the newest Avenger during the morning meeting. It’s with minimal fanfare, but Steve did make an admirable speech about her capabilities, her seemingly flawless ability to blend with the already well-established team, and Buzz’s overall exuberance.

“In the three months that you’ve been with us, you’ve felt like one of us from day one. Each one of us trusts you and would count ourselves lucky to have you on point for any mission we’re on. You’ve got all of our backs, and we’ll proudly stand by you. Welcome, officially, to the team.”

Buzz had blushed as everyone had clapped and congratulated her. She was passed around as plans were made for later in the evening, and it was declared that they would go out into the world and celebrate.

When she landed in front of Bucky and he offered her a smile, she leaped into his arms and hugged him close. “Thank you for everything. Thank you for being my friend.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and was pulled away before he could respond.

As Natasha pulls her from the room, Buzz peeks over her shoulder, and the blush across her cheeks is evident from across the room. When she locks eyes with Bucky, he feels something in the pit of his stomach and wants her back within his reach.

“Told you, man,” Sam says as he drops an arm over Bucky’s shoulders, and Wanda comes up on the other side.

“Me too.” Wanda leans her head on Bucky’s shoulder and smiles. “She really fits in here, don’t you think?”

He can’t speak, but both Sam and Wanda push him toward the door and cross their fingers that he’ll finally make his move, but Buzz is nowhere to be seen when Bucky reaches the hall.

Later that night after dinner and a few drinks, the group makes its way to a dive bar that Natasha scoped out.

“Look, I know it’s not everyone’s thing, but Buzz loves karaoke, so we’re here,” Natasha scolded everyone as if they were children before they walked inside. “And, no, you don’t have to sing if you don’t want to.”

Buzz is riding on Sam’s back and lets out a whoop as they enter, causing the dozen or so patrons all to look their way.

“It’s my birthday!” Buzz screams from Sam’s back, and the people in the bar cheer good-naturedly, and the bartender comes down to the end where the group is huddled and begins to take their orders.

Bottles of beer, shots of whiskey and vodka, and one very large margarita are distributed, and they all spread out over a couple tables. Steve grabs a songbook, knowing full well that Nat will goad him into singing at some point, so he better start narrowing down his choices.

Two beers later while Wanda and Sam sing a horribly off-key rendition of some song from Grease, Bucky sidles over to Buzz and nudges her gently in the ribs.

“Okay, when you gettin’ up there?” Bucky jerks his chin toward the stage, and Buzz blushes and ducks her head.

“I dunno, Buck.” She sighs and props her head on the table, cheek in hand. “Can I be super honest for a second? I really wanted to just have a quiet night with … well, with you.”

She hiccups, and when Bucky doesn’t respond, she fills the silence. “I thought, well, I thought maybe you would ask … You know what. Never mind. You’re a great friend, Bucky.”

“So are you. Better than Steve sometimes.” Bucky cups her free cheek, and she leans into his hand. “You’ve always got my back.”

“I’ve got a song for you, Bucky Barnes.”

She makes her way up to the booth and fills out a little paper and slips it to the guy running the sound. He nods, and Buzz runs back to the bar and grabs a glass of water from the bartender.

“I think she was hoping I was gonna ask her out,” Bucky says as Steve takes her vacant chair.

“Don’t you want to?”

Her name is called over the speakers, and the group hollers and claps for her as she climbs up on the stage. “Thanks. I’ve had a few tonight, so forgive me.”

A soft, melodic guitar begins to play, and Buzz perches on a stool that’s been left on the tiny stage.

When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we'll see

No, I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

So darlin', darlin', stand by me

Oh stand by me

Oh stand

Stand by me, stand by me

Like everything else about her, Buzz’s voice doesn’t match her body—strong and vibrant, just like her. She’s swaying lightly on the stool with her eyes closed, and when she opens them on the chorus, her gaze locks with Bucky, and he feels that same clawing in his stomach from earlier.

He leaves Steve’s side and makes his way closer to the stage and sits at an empty table.

If the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

Or the mountains should crumble to the sea

I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

So darlin', darlin', stand by me,

Oh stand by me

Oh stand now

Stand by me

 This woman, who had infiltrated his life within the walls of the compound, had become his friend and his teammate. She was one of the purest and sweetest souls he’d ever had the pleasure to know, and she … liked him? She put up with him, that was for certain, but there had always been something more, hadn’t there?

 Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me

Oh stand by me

Oh stand now

Stand by me

Stand by me

 As the music fades and the small crowd cheers, Buzz trips over a wire coming off the stage and practically falls into Bucky’s arms. When she looks up at him, tears in her wide eyes and trembling lips, he knows. 

“You just want someone to watch your back, huh? Someone to catch you when you fall?” Bucky pulls her out the side exit of the bar, and when she pulls away from him he frowns. “I thought … I thought I understood what you were trying to say.”

He hears the sniffle and sees the tears as they fall down her cheeks and tips her chin up.

“You’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t deserve it. Will you let me be there for you now?” Bucky’s eyes dance across hers in question.

 All the time they’ve spent together, the talks and simple quiet time they’ve enjoyed—cooking and movie nights. Training sessions in the gym and Buzz teaching him to juggle.

 There were dark times too. He told her some of his worst memories that still stick with him, and where almost everyone had run, instead, she took his hand and offered support. He’s told her about how he felt like an imposter in his own skin, how he can still hear his own screams mixed with those of the people he was sent after.

 Bucky thinks to just last month when Buzz took him out to see a meteor shower because he’d never seen one. He hated it, so isolated out in the forest and vulnerable lying down in the bed of the truck they borrowed. The panic attack crept in slowly, and he didn’t have time to catch it, but Buzz did. She simply took his cool metal hand in her warm flesh one and began pointing out constellations until the stars fell across the sky.

 There had been too many times to count when he had pushed and pulled at her. All he needed to do was open his eyes and see that Sam had been right.

 Dammit.

She was the perfect partner, and hopefully, she’d give him the chance to prove he could be too.

“I’ll get on that stage and sing for you if I have to.” Bucky cracks a smile, and she lets out a small giggle. “It’ll be terrible, but I would do it for you.”

“As much as I’d love to see that, I don’t think it’s necessary.” Buzz reaches up and wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck and begins to sway with him. “If you listen, someone is playing our song.”

As Bucky wraps his hands around her waist, the dulcet tones of Ben E. King were coming through the jukebox, imploring his own darling to stand by him.

“So, is this our song now?” Bucky says as he sways her gently in the cool night air.

“Yeah, but you better kiss me to seal the deal.” She licks her lips and smiles. “It might not hurt if you called me ‘darling’ once in a while too.”

With a laugh, Bucky cranes his head down to press a kiss to her lips. When Buzz pushes up on her toes to meet him halfway, the feeling that had been clawing at Bucky is finally alleviated. He pulls her close enough to feel her heartbeat in tandem with his own as her tongue pleads for entrance and playfully contends with his own.

When they pull away and gaze into each other’s eyes, they’re interrupted by a smattering of applause.

“You won me fifty bucks, Barnes,” Sam says as Steve rolls his eyes and walks back into the bar. “C’mon back in. This round’s on me.”

With her red face buried in the front of Bucky’s shirt, Buzz tells Sam to go to hell. “We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Bucky tells Sam with a laugh.

Hours later when the minimal touching and stolen kisses just aren’t cutting it, Bucky leans over to Buzz. “You ready to get out of here?”

She nods, and when she moves to stand and wobbles, Bucky throws her over his shoulder and begins to cart her to the door.

The group is laughing and catcalling as Bucky walks them away.

“You two be safe now!” Sam calls just as Bucky is about to push the door open and get the two of them outside. Just before he makes it through the door, Buzz throws up her middle finger to flip off Sam, and then slaps Bucky on his ass as he carries her off into the night.

[funkyselfships]

Hi everyone!! I know I don’t post to this blog a lot, and when I do, it’s usually just sort of adding a new F/O to the list, but, well- I’m doing it again. It’s kinda odd, but isn’t self-shipping always a little odd? I’m just having a lot of fun with it. Right now my newest F/O is Inspector Gadget, the original 80’s TV version of him. I’ve been hyper-fixating on the show in general, staying up really late to watch episodes and researching trivia and production history about the show. (Due to some interesting details in production, my friends and I like to joke that it’s an anime) I’ve even noticed a remarkable continuity to his gadgets, particularly the ones in his hands and which finger on each hand does what. I’ve been cataloging it!

It probably seems to anyone who sees this blog without context that I just pick up and drop F/O’s, never really interacting with the old ones again, but I do! I just don’t post about it a lot on here. The truth it, I don’t have a lot of friends in the self-ship community right now, and I’m kinda fine with that! I think I’d get really overwhelmed with other people’s F/Os that I don’t know anything about, and so I’d feel like a bad friend if I have to dip when they’re gushing, you know? Still, I do like the community as a whole, you all are pretty cool people.