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hinamie Ā· 1 day ago
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been in a yuuji mood
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nipuni Ā· 10 hours ago
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Alright, time to share my opinions about Veilguard!! I have both criticism and praise so bear with me as I jump from one extreme to the other šŸ˜† spoilers ahead of course!
The game has a very rough start with the dialogue being formulaic and rushed and the characters overexposing. It feels like a heavy handed attempt at summarizing all of previous games' lore for newcomers or in case you forgot but it's so overdone it feels coddling and trivializes a lot of previous events. Luckily this gets better once all of the introductions are out of the way, though the excessive hints and clarifications continue until the end sadly.
The locations are absolutely incredible and very diverse!! This is a highlight of the game for me. There is so much detail and care in every map and there are so many of them. My pc is struggling to reach medium settings and yet everything looks stunning. The verticality of the maps is so imposing and the graphics have a very dreamy quality that I love. I also enjoy the maze-like structure to the maps, it's more linear but makes everything look a bit more intentional. The color and light direction was amazing, all the visual development really!! it has to be one of the prettiest games I've ever played.
When I started I have to admit it did not feel like I was in Thedas and it all felt a bit theme-parky, if that makes sense. A lot of previously important and established world elements that made Thedas what it is were overlooked or made irrelevant. But the more I played the more it started to feel a bit more similar to Inquisition, for better or worse depending on what you feel about Inquisition. But!! this also feels like a selectively sanitized version of Thedas compared to previous games. In it's attempt to stay safe and uncontroversial in some aspects it loses a lot of substance and it changes the tone. The surface level politics, ignoring previously established major societal issues and a tell-don't-show approach makes the world seem more simple and shallow with no grey areas to explore. ( the humor also falls flat and out of place often too, and WHY is everyone always smirking, enough!! godlike beings are destroying the planet please this is not the time for Marvel banter aaaa )
The pacing at the start is a bit of a mess. It is so fast it felt like jumping from one world shattering discovery to the next with no time to process. The characters also seem to underreact to important information and major developments. It felt like the game was rushing me through all this to get to the part of the story it wanted to tell me while I was still wrapped in my shock blanket trying to catch my breath lmao. I really like all the key story points they touched upon, I just wish they dwelled more on them to give them more narrative weight. ( though blaming every bad thing to ever happen on the Elves was certainly..a choice )
I think the writing could have used more subtlety in the first half and more boldness in the second šŸ˜† but I loved the thematic parallels between Rook and Solas and how every quest informs the main storyline. I do wish Rook was given more impossible choices and put in more difficult situations that forced them to lie or betray their own to better drive the point home though ( listen I just love a Trolley problem!! we need more of those, I'm the Trolley problem's number one fan!! ) I feel like they missed the chance to put Rook in Solas' role and be as vilified and hated for it as Solas was despite their best intentions which would make Rook's regrets stronger and in turn make their escape from the fade all the more impressive and give them a better understanding of Solas to either use against him or earn his respect. The line 'they called me the Dread Wolf, what will they call you when this is over' from the trailers was so good I was waiting for this!! But everyone just loves Rook no matter what!!
But I feel like I stated too many negative aspects in a row so moving on to some things I enjoyed!
The characters were very lovable to me. The romances weren't as long or impactful as I would have liked but I enjoyed all the companion quests. Emmrich is a delight and his quest is so wild and fun. I loved learning about Nevarra and I was awestruck by the Grand Necropolis. The mourn watch was so interesting, it showed a whole new side of Thedas' lore I knew nothing about! and I loved Manfred! Davrin is so charming, he became a favorite. I loved his quest too and learning more bits and pieces about the Dalish was great, I wish we got more. Seeing the Wardens through his quest also made me enjoy them a lot. Assan was very cute too and I'm glad he was treated as an animal and not turned into a goofy Disney sidekick too much lmao šŸ˜­ Lucanis is hilarious. The fantasy Spain/Italy was a bit silly and off at times but he is very sweet! and I love the Spite possession, that was so fun I'm glad they kept him that way! Bellara is adorable, her first backstory quest made me cry and I just love a nerd! I wish the second part of her story was written better however, and she sort of devolves into 'it's hard, I wish it was easy but it's hard' dialogues too often sadly. Anaris and the Forgotten Ones' portrayal was underwhelming and anticlimactic which was disappointing. Harding is also very cute and her Titan plotline was the most interesting to me, I bawled my eyes out in her quest!! I love the dwarven lore of this universe I'm so happy we got more of it!! ( she also fucking died in my playthrough?! I was devastated what the hell šŸ˜­ 'whatever it takes' WEUEUGHHHG I'M SO SORRY) Neve was a slow burn for me because of my choices in game slowing that relationship down ( saving Treviso I mean, perdĆ³n amor šŸ™ ) but I love detective novels and she is such a badass I ended up loving her. Taash was unexpected, I didn't think they would be so young. The coming of age story was sweet, though I found myself cringing a lot too at the handling of it I have to admit ( and the Lords of Fortune in general, and the Antaam...and que Qun..listen- kajshfgf ) but I also enjoyed learning more about the first expedition and the Qunari in general despite the messy writing and choices. I also loved Antoine and Evka! and Strife! And I haven't even read any of the novels they are in šŸ˜† also Mila!!!! and her dad oh my god and Felassan haunting the narrative!! speaking of haunting, I would have loved for Cole to be in the lighthouse too I think it would have worked well šŸ¤” especially with the whole 'reading Solas' secret diary' thing the game had going on lmao
Everyone seems to get along except for a bit of friction that is quickly resolved at the start, which is hmm missed potential? I would have preferred more tension personally. I enjoy the drama! gives me more to work with and gives you a better grasp on everyone's personality by contrasting values. I think they wanted to speed run a found family trope for the new hero to establish some emotional stakes early on but it ended up making everyone seem like a group therapy session instead. The group meetings also have everyone either state the obvious or repeat the same opinion or conclusion to each other, I would have loved these meetings to have more bickering, have people get mad and storm out and also get to listen to different takes on a situation. Make Rook struggle more to take the reins and keep the team functional, learning how to be a leader.
Speaking of Rook! ( who in my case has a northern British accent that I loved so much šŸ„ŗ) They seem to have a very established personality. I was expecting more of a blank slate but I'm lucky that the personality they went for kind of matches what I would normally choose in a first playthrough. Though the lack of range in the choices is irritating and takes away some replayability and role playing potential. Rook is very supportive and selfless, I wasn't expecting this tbh! But it all made my Rook turn into the team's weird supportive necromancer mom so it worked out in the end I guess lmao. I can't wait to draw her!!
I was so overwhelmed by the amount of information we got about Solas and his past!! I was expecting answers but not these many and not for them to be such an integral part of the plot!! The game feels like it's about him more than anything else. His arc is the best written out of all. He is mentioned in every conversation, he's the main advisor and the narrative foil, you get to talk to him often, you work for him and with him and go into his memories it all feels so surreal to me lmao I love him so I'm delighted ngl! but also making the other Evanuris so cartoonishly evil makes Solas into such an obvious choice of an ally, god of trickery or not, that it sort of takes the decision out of your hands and makes some dialogue options and companions' opinions seem almost nonsensical. I have no idea how this game would feel to someone who absolutely hates Solas' guts honestly. I suppose I will find out soon enough šŸ˜†
About Solas' story, I loved it! I somehow also feel that I knew it already, all the speculation and theories that Solavellan fans were crafting for years were so accurate that it was all very validating. Even the wildest ones! Solas as the Maker, the elves spirit origin, Mythal giving him a body, the war with the Titans, the origin of the Blight, Solas being on your side as advisor, I can go on, we knew!! Also I have to mention this I'm sorry but they made him look so hot!! unbelievable. And the bloodied teary eyed pathetic look in the end ouurghhh I'm cheering and clapping!!
The romance conclusion was so lovely šŸ˜­ the Loki and Sigyn ending we deserved to such a mythological epic!! and open ended enough for all of us to cook!! and we got to see him fight and transform into the Dread Wolf!! and whimper and cry!! and bleed and love!! that's all I ever wanted, incredible we were really spoiled what the hell I still can't believe it šŸ˜­ GDL acting was brilliant as usual! the visuals were also incredible and exactly what I had in mind when I imagined where the story may go, the eclipse, the giant wolf, the glowing eyes, the Elvhenan ruins, the statues, even the hair lmao it all aligned exactly to what I've been painting all these years but better I was thrilled šŸ˜­
Solas backstory with Mythal also offers players that didn't romance him a chance to see him act out of love and show a side they wouldn't be able to reach otherwise and I think it was smart! also very tragic and sheds more light into all of his choices and words and his relationship with Lavellan too and the parallels and reversals and uughh thoroughly enjoying the emotional distress šŸ‘Œ
Pleasing both the Solas lovers and haters at the same time was always going to be hard with him being such a polarizing character by design and the world states being so different but I think they did a good job! at least from my side of things.
I think my favorite part besides the Solas related stuff was the Blight. I loved how horrific and gross and threatening it was! I've always loved the concept of the Blights and I'm glad it was such a huge part of the story in this game. I also loved Treviso!! has to be the most beautiful city in Thedas ahhh and the Necropolis!! the gardens!! Vorgoth!!! Kal-Sharok!!! I can't believe we got to see it!! and a Titan!!! the giant floating face of Ghilan'nain in the clouds??? and the huge archdemons and dragons!! oh and that warden dragon trap in the shape of a griffon?? and the giant blight tendrils!! the siege at Weisshaupt was outstanding!! and the floating panopticon castle situation in Minrathous uughh there is so much I loved.
OH I also enjoyed the Varric arc even though I saw it coming since the trailer it was still played well and it was touching šŸ„ŗ
The ending felt a bit jarring to me in tone though, a bit too cheerful considering...the horrors. Over half the continent destroyed and most of the problems Thedas had before the game are still there. Veil in place and all šŸ˜†
But I had fun!! I'm nitpicking really, the conclusion to Solas' story feels very satisfying to me which was my main worry so I'm happy. It is a good game!! with a sort of soft reboot feel to it and aimed at a younger audience which is probably what they were going for? You can sort of feel the struggle the team went through during production in the way the target audience seems unclear sadly. I also can't help feeling like this is an ending, so much was revealed and resolved!! but maybe I feel that way because that is what I felt after Shadowbringers / Endwalker in FFXIV once my favorite part of the story was wrapped? They can always pivot to a new continent and expand on the world and cultures we know almost nothing about, but that is always harder to sell so I have no clue where they will go from here šŸ˜µā€šŸ’«
Anyway I'm still processing a lot of stuff that I will probably talk (and draw) about later, this is already long enough!! for now I'll look up how to get the artbook because the art direction of this game is fantastic!! I would love to hear your thoughts too really, I'm curious about the experiences of players who made different choices and with different tastes to mine!!
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mind-intheclouds342 Ā· 2 days ago
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A new ladder - Reader x Curly
BEFORE I START
Yes, another story of Curly. What can i do? I love him.
THIS IS ALL INSPIRED BY THIS AWESOME ARTIST THAT I FOUND ON TIKTOK
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btw the curly of this story will kook like this so you can already imagine him.
The user is ladonb.kokosa
PLEASE GO CHECK THEIR ART ITS WONDERFUL
That being said. Lets get start with
Part 1 - Next
"Cryostasis ended"
"His vital signs are stable"
"Who could it be?"
"Disinfect the wounds"
"There are no more survivors"
"They authorized us to give him the implant."
The man could hear several voices in the distance, he saw silhouettes, shadows, he couldn't distinguish the people around him.
He felt them putting a mask on him to anesthetize him, and everything went dark again.
When he woke up, he saw a woman checking his signs, and he was astonished to recognize her despite some of her physical changes.
She was his fiancƩe, the woman he was supposed to marry after that trip.
Why did she look like that? She seemed older, but in his sigth, she remained beautiful.
He made some sounds to get her attention, causing her to turn and look at him. She approached and pressed something on his neck.
Curly: "Linda..."
Linda: "...No... Tell me it's not you..."
The woman immediately stepped back, covering her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing.
She didn't recognize the man laying in that bed in front of her, and she prayed so hard that he wasn't the man she was going to marry, but the fact that he recognized her confirmed her fear.
He could understand the terror on her face, but he didn't know there was something else he didn't know.
She took a deep breath and set her fear aside, sitting next to the man.
Linda: "Curly... If it really is you..." she said, still holding out a small hope that it wasn't him, "You were cryogenically frozen for 20 years... They rescued you because the Tulpar re-entered orbit near Earth before running out of energy, they were able to detect it and bring it back without causing damage, and that's how they found you inside... You have been in the hospital for two weeks today..."
He wanted to laugh as if what he was being told was a bad joke, it couldn't have been that long, right?
But looking closely at her, the small wrinkles now on her face and the few gray hairs she had showed her that she was real.
Linda: "They didn't find any more survivors and... The same press has taken care of paying your medical expenses because they want to hear your story... You have an implant in your neck so you can speak, a voice box, you have to press it if you have difficulties but in a while you won't need to do it anymore... and they did a skin graft... Including some prosthetics..."
She carefully took the prosthetics of his arms and raised them so he could see them, Curly felt like a completely different being.
Linda: "I recommend that you ask for what you want now because... As soon as they find out you're awake... They're going to bombard you with questions and the press will come here, they won't show any mercy."
The man tried to raise the prosthesis and pressed his implant on his neck to be able to speak.
Curly: "What about us?"
Linda: "Oh Curly..." she sighed, "When you didn't come back, I thought the worst... That you were dead... I just keep going with my life... I married someone else, I have two children... There is no longer an 'us'."
Before he could say anything else, a reporter peeked in and made a fuss upon seeing him awake; the place filled up in seconds.
The woman lowered her head and left the room in search of security to throw out the press, but the harassment didn't end there.
Curly chose to give them the answers to the questions they had by scheduling a meeting at the hospital.
Thanks to this, many people started donating things to him, including money to help him reintegrate into society.
But beyond the kindness of people, no one wanted to take care of him and help him, not even the nurses, they said they couldn't spend too much time near him.
Linda took care of him during his stay in the hospital while they fixed up his house that had been left abandoned.
Linda: "I found someone who can take care of you."
She commented while pushing his wheelchair, entering his house, that it looked completely renovated.
Linda: "I don't know if you still remember that I mentioned my younger sister, (Y/n), a couple of times?"
Curly: "The one who lived with your father?"
Linda: "That's right... My mom got full custody of her after a few years, and since then she has been living with her until she became independent shortly after turning 18..."Ā 
Curly: "She was 12 back then..."
Linda: "She recently lost her job, I thought it would be a good opportunity for her. She is very responsible, I promise."
When they arrived in the room, he could see a woman standing and looking at the paintings hanging on the walls.
He had never met his fiancƩe's sister, but he had heard many stories about her, about how her father unjustly gained custody by labeling their mother as crazy, and since then they had fought to get the girl back.
He had been struck by how incredibly different she was from her sister; you two didn't seem related at all.
Linda: "Good thing you were already here," she mentioned with a smile to catch your attention.Ā 
When you turned to look at them, Curly didn't expect such seriousness from you towards your older sister.Ā 
"...Thank you for the job opportunity, I will do my best to help you," you mentioned, looking at the man, ignoring the woman.Ā 
Linda: "Let me show you where everything is-"
"I've already been getting familiar with the place, it's not necessary, you can go."
Linda: "At least let me tell you which medications you should-"
"You have already sent me a message with clear instructions. I can do this, Lin."
Curly: "You should be more respectful to your older sister."
Upon hearing him speak, you turned to look at him again, without any expression.Ā 
"...Lin"
Linda: "I'll leave, there is no problem. I'm sure you've already memorized everything to the letter. If you have any problem, don't hesitate to call me."
She indicated, she didn't want to make a scene and left without even saying goodbye to either of them.Ā 
"...So you are Curly... It's a pleasure to meet you, I hope we get along well."
You had already made a bad first impression on Curly by treating the love of his life so poorly.Ā 
"Lin left your pill organizer with me, and gave me the schedule for them, it's time for the first pill."
You took a bottle and opened it to take a pill, causing the man to tense up a bit as he remembered moments when he was given his painkillers.
Noticing his nervousness, you tilted your head somewhat confused and went to get something to drink so he could take the pill.Ā 
What a surprise he got when you brought him a cup of chocolate along with the pill.Ā 
"When I was little... I didn't know how to swallow pills, I would choke, so I would bite them... My dad used to give me pills with chocolate milk so I wouldn't have a bad taste in my mouth, don't you like the taste of the pills? These can be very bitter..."Ā 
He thought it was very kind of you to consider that, immediately regretting having judged you without knowing anything about you.Ā 
You helped him take the pills, giving him chocolate to drink slowly, it really helped with the bitter taste.Ā 
Maybe... you weren't so bad.
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moonlightwonu Ā· 21 hours ago
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ź¶Œģˆœģ˜ // Kwon Soonyoung [Hoshi] Fic Recsį”£š­©
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jasvtsc Ā· 2 days ago
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young!jensen x reader. ex-bf!jensen x reader.
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discreet glances.
small smiles.
mouthing things you couldnā€™t say aloud.
secret touches under the table.Ā 
your pinky finger rubbing his as he had his hand on your knee.
all of that? it turned into complete ignorance.
you were confused about what caused your breakup with jensen. you both were fine. everything was fine. up until one night, it wasnā€™t anymore. you came back home, where he was already waiting for you, his head hung low as he kept his hands clasped tightly together. you could see a small tremble in them as if he was holding back his sadness. or anger. you couldnā€™t tell.Ā 
you dropped your bag and tilted your head to the side, slowly approaching him. you were quiet. he was quiet. the whole apartment was quiet except for the clock, slowly ticking in the background, and some white noise coming from the kitchen. you felt your heart slowly coming up your throat as he finally lifted his glossy green eyes to look at you. once so full of life and love, now replaced with sadness and heartbreak.
exactly 38 minutes and 16 seconds later, you and jensen broke up. he said it was distance and work. you both were young, freshly rising stars. you had your projects ā€” most of them abroad, and he had his stuff here. it wouldnā€™t have worked, thatā€™s what he said. dnd you just agreed. 'cause what else was there? if he didnā€™t want to fight for the two of you, why should you? two people make a relationship. not one.
so, once cheerful looks turned to avoidance of eye contact whenever your eyes met.
once quiet chuckles turned to sternness and ignoring each other.
once intimate touches turned into keeping distance as if one of you had some kind of disease.
you tried to move on. you tried. after spending countless hours crying yourself to sleep and wondering what you did wrong, you finally stepped out into the world again. slowly, you were regaining your spirit, that gleam in your eyes you lost due to the heartbreak. but most importantly, you finally let go of your past. of him.Ā 
maybe one day your paths will cross again.
jensen also tried to get back on track. but the looming feeling of guilt and realisation that he had lost the best things in his entire life hung heavy on his shoulders. he knew he made a mistake. he shouldā€™ve never chosen his career over you. you were always supporting him, you were there for him and he went and dumped it cause what? a young heartthrob like him would lose fans if others found out he was in a relationship. he knew he shouldā€™ve never listened to his manager. but now? it was too late. you were gone.Ā 
now, whenever he saw you, his eyes were full of longing.
his heart was crying for you.
he knew that he had to talk to you again. no matter if you hated him. he had to see you.
you were in your assigned place at some awards show. and you werenā€™t sure if it was just your luck or he did that on purpose, but jensen was sitting next to you. at first, you were thinking about changing your seat, but then again, there was no bad blood between the two of you. you could act like adults, right?
ā€œbaby, listen to me, iā€™m sorryā€” ā€œ he started, turning his head to look at you with those green eyes that had so much depth to them. and again, you could see that love in them. fuck, you were crumbling. you werenā€™t over him as much as you thought that you were.
ā€œhey, itā€™s okay. itā€™s fine. weā€™re fine.ā€
ā€œweā€™re not, ā€˜kay? i regret my decision every single fucking minute of the day. iā€™m a fucking idiot. i shouldā€™ve never break your heart like that. i love you, baby. please, iā€” ā€ he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. ā€œiā€™m sorry. about everything.ā€
you didnā€™t know what to do. your heart was yearning for him. you missed him, so much. but he broke your heart, there was no going back from that.
so, you sat in silence, just staring at each other as people around were clapping and cheering for the person on stage. but you didnā€™t care nor did jensen. his whole world was sitting right in front of him.
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a/n: okay so yeah i wrote a little sth and tbh im not sure how i feel about it lmao i just hope that you enjoy it guys <3
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Kissin' and hope they caught us!
part one | spotify playlist
PAIRING (šŸ“–) . loser!collegeau!jake x fem!college!reader
ADDITIONAL INFO (šŸ’») . porn with VERY little to no plot, fluff if you squint, dry humping, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do that pls), soft!dom!jake turns into a slight hard!dom, jake comes inside, they're so in love with each other, it's implied they have another round at the end. (did not proofread this btw šŸ™Š)
Word Count (šŸ“ƒ) . 3.2K
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Your place was so pretty. Everything about it screams you.
He looks around in awe, admiring the numerous houseplants perched on shelves and your window sill. He remembered you mentioning that you didn't want to spend an extra 10 to 15 grand on a dorm that you would hate. Instead, you saved up years of paychecks to rent an apartment off campus.
It feels so intimate when it's only you two. Alone. What can happen between two people who are alone? Did he mention that you guys were alone? In your apartment. After getting the best head of his life (as if he had others to compare to). Every provocative thought he's ever had about you is prodding at his brain, teasing him and mini him down there.
"You can get yourself situated, I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable." You say shortly before disappearing into your room.
He carefully sits on your couch, hands placed on each knee. He's nervous, okay? He continues to examine your living room, liking the cozy atmosphere the warm string lights bring.
Eyeing the Polaroid pictures hung in a zig-zag pattern on your wall near your TV, he notices a specific picture of you two outside a movie theater. He recalls the fond memory, a small smile appearing on his face. It was a fun night that he needed desperately. Looking back at it now, he realizes that before meeting youā€” his nights were mainly spent isolated in his dorm or the study room in the library. How sad.
"Okay, let's do this!" You cheer, walking over to where Jake sits, bringing the boy out of his thoughts (which seems to be an occurring habit).
Jake turns his head and takes one look at you to know that he's doomed.
You were in a pink, floral two-piece pajama set. The top barely covered your chest. Fuck. And you were not wearing a bra. He can see your hardened nipples poking through the cotton fabric. And your shorts? God, they did nothing to cover your plump ass. He can see your cheeks peeking out, jiggling with every step.
You knew exactly what he was thinking about. You had him wrapped around your finger the second you got down on your knees (jokes on you though, he was yours the second you laid eyes on him for the first time. He'll never admit that though).
"Alright, where did we leave off?" You hum, plopping down right next to him. You shifted onto your knees, leaning the side of your body against the backrest of your couch.
"I.." He trails off, letting out a shakey breath. He scrunches his nose to lift the frame of his glasses higher. How could he answer this question? Were you talking about the physics you guys went over before you.. y'know? Or were you talking about that?
Cute. You thought.
"Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Anatomy." You emphasized with a smile, tilting your head slightly to the left.
His eyebrows perk up, "O-Oh. Yeah.. anatomy." He clears his throat, stealing a quick glance at your exposed cleavage.
You push your breasts together with your arms as you lean forward, "I'm more of a visual learner by the way." You whisper against the shell of his ear. Yeah, he definitely knows by now.
His hands shift off his knees and onto the cushion beside his thighs when you crawl onto his lap.
He whimpers at the feeling of your clothed cunt sitting atop his growing erection. He closed his eyes momentarily, the sensation already overwhelming him. Someone end him now before he cums in his pants.
You rest your hands on his shoulders, "I've always found you cute, Jakey." You mumble, feeling him twitch underneath you. Oh? Guess you found another weak spot of his. "Always wondered what your lips feel like.." You trail off, taking his lips in yours.
His hesitant hands finally find a spot on your waist, his cold hands against your warm skin make you shiver. His lips move with yours in a messy rhythm. It was sloppy but filled with such need and desperation.
He can't wrap his head around the fact that he managed to get his dick sucked before getting a kiss from you. But it's all real when you grind down on his bulge, earning a painful groan from the boy. You make him so unbelievably hard, it's embarrassing.
You break away from the kiss, biting back the smile that threatened to form when you catch the fog forming in his glasses. Oh, how you want to ruin this man. "I've always wanted to do this with you," You start off, lips trailing down his chin, to his neck, then to his collarbone, "Do you want this as much as Iā€”" You bite down on his bare flesh and he whimpers, "Do?" Jake moans when you start grinding down against him at a slow, agonizing pace, "Fuckā€” Yes." He hisses through gritted teeth. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your sides, forcing your hips to rut against his even faster.
You raise the back of your hand to your mouth to muffle your sounds. The friction of his bulge rubbing against your aching clit through your shorts had you bucking your hips forwards, "A-Ah, Jaeyun!" You squeak out, hands going to wrap around the boy's wrists. "Mm.. so s-sensitive." He grunts, lips finding a place on your neck. He continued to kiss around, sucking multiple marks on your skin until one particular spot had you moaning out his name. Yeah, he may be inexperienced, but there's a thing called porn. He knows it's not the best source to learn from, but hey, it gets the basics down
You can feel one of his hands inching up your sides, almost as if he was hesitant to do something. You did him a favor by pulling his hand farther up your torso till he's practically groping the side of your breast. "I'm not made out of glass, Jake." You reminded him with a breathless giggle. You soon feel a familiar sensation begin to pool in the pit of your stomach. You hadn't realized just how horny you actually were. Like every touch he left on your skin made you burn for more. If you weren't careful, you might last shorter than you expected
"Jake, I-I think you should slow down." You gasp when you feel him bite down on your neck. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to know it'd leave a mark for the next few days. You can feel him shaking his head against your neck, almost frantically like he was going to lose something, "Not when I can feel you sh-shaking against me." How does heā€”?
You arch your chest more into his hands. The same hands you spent hours daydreaming about. The ones that were gently fondling your boob through your shirt, thumb grazing against your perky nipple. "I'm close, Jake."
The times when you curse Jaeyun for being a little too into his studies, especially now when he's taking his time in studying how your body reacts to his touches.
You would make a snarky comment if it weren't for Jake humping against you right now, bringing you extremely close to your high. "Shit. Me too, Y/n." He moans into your neck, hands hooking underneath your arm to grab at your shoulders, bringing your body to be as close to his. The smell of your fruit-scented shampoo floods his senses, spurring him to come undone in his pants with a drawn-out groan.
You were surprised to find yourself liking that more than you thought. It was so hot to see him cum merely by humping you. Some people would find that to be embarrassing, but for you, it only made you yearn for him even more. If it was any other guyā€” well. Jake wasn't any other guy. With him, he could literally start barking while calling you mommy (projecting yourself much?) and you'd still find him to be the most handsome guy you've ever laid eyes on.
"Fuck! M-My god, yes!" With a few frantic rolls of your hips, you felt the coil within you snapping and a wave of ecstasy washed over you almost immediately, causing you to twitch against the man below you.
You were only given merely a minute to calm down from your high before feeling his hand snake from your chest down your stomach. "Jake?" Your legs clamp around his hand that was currently in your shorts, prying your soaked panties to the side, "Wh.. What are youā€” oh." He runs his middle finger down between your slicked folds, the tip prodding at your entrance.
Your senses were heightened as your post-orgasm haze still lingered. You didn't know if you should tell him to keep going or not. But in all honesty, why would you want him to stop? If this is the chance to finally have those long, slender fingers you've spent countless hours daydreaming about inside of you, why stop now?
He watches as your face contorts when he slides a finger in. He isn't sure where this new-found confidence came through. Did it come after he had his dick shoved down your throat? Or when he made you cum undone? He's not complaining when he currently has you falling apart on his fingers. "You're so wet.. makes it so easy for me to just slip it in." That must've done something with the way you cried out his name. Or maybe it's when he curled his finger against a certain spot that made you see white.
He easily slips in another, immediately curling it to rip out another cry from you. "Keep moaning like that, baby."
The pet name makes you clench around his fingers, and he couldn't help but grin. "Jake..please."
"Yeah? You want more?" He asks heatedly, curling and uncurling his fingers again, making you shudder against him.
You spread your legs farther apart, nodding as your lip was tugged between your teeth.
Jake slowly pulls his fingers out of you, only to go rub small circles on your puffy clit with his thumb. Having the girl of his dreams turning to putty in his hands? It was an ego boost he thought he'd never needed until now. Plus, it was so fucking hot.
In the meantime, you stripped your top off while Jake tugged down his sweats along with his boxers till his cock sprang free. It stood upright and proud, tip red and leaking. You swallowed hard, worry beginning to poke at you. If it barely could fit in your mouth without forcing it, how was he going to fit in you?
But you have no time to ask questions when you find yourself hovering above his tip, using a free hand to help align it to your entrance.
You both sucked in a sharp breath when you sunk down till only the head was inside. You know it's going to be a really tight fit. His hands curiously cupped both of your breasts, relishing in how soft they were against his hands. "You're sucking me in, holy shit." Jake curses, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt inch by inch.
By the time you were halfway, you took a deep breath before sinking fully down in one swift motion till he reached the hilt inside of you.
Jake cursed your name out loud while his hands made their way back onto your waist, only this time was his grip harder than before. You let out a mewl that could only be compared to coming straight out of a porno. Tears swelled up in your eyes, which Jaeyun kissed away when it spilled down your cheeks. The stretch was a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. It hurts since he's the biggest you've ever taken. But it feels so good with the way he's prying your walls apart, stuffing you full. Your imagination could never live up to the real feeling.
What caught you by surprise though was Jake suddenly laying you down on the couch, towering over you while his dick still nuzzled deep within.
His glasses threatening to slip off at any given moment. As much as you would love to watch him fuck you with his adorable little specs on, you can't afford to risk it breaking and then never seeing him in those specs you love so much. You reached up and carefully pulled it off, folding it before placing it on the coffee table next to you guys.
He gives you a warm smile, and you feel your chest churn at the sight. God, this boy seriously has such an effect on you.
"Thank you." His accent is evidently thick, making you unintentionally clench down on him, causing him to groan. "Fuck, don't do that, baby." He mumbles weakly before leaning down to kiss you tenderly, running his tongue over your bottom lip.
You slip your hands underneath his shirt, feeling up his body. You can feel how toned he was against your palms. You pull away with a little smile, ā€œSince when did you have abs?ā€ You help slide it over his head, discarding the shirt somewhere in your living room. ā€œOh. I uhm, I work out in my spare time.ā€ He explains. And only then do you glance over at his arms, soaking in the sight of his arms naturally flexing to show off his muscular biceps.
How much did you have to beg to have him put you in a chokehold?
"I like you, a lot." Jaeyun suddenly confesses, taking you by surprise.
"Jake. You're currently balls deep inside of me. You think I would let you do this if I hadn't liked you?"
You both stared at each other till you both burst out giggling. Seems that you guys were busy basking in your own perverted thoughts to realize how obvious your feelings appeared to be.
"For a nerd, you sure are stupid."
"For..." He starts, "Yeah, I got nothing." He laughs, combing back a strand of hair away from your pretty little face.
Shortly afterward, he goes to plant open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as his hands roam throughout your naked body, making sure to not leave an inch of your skin untouched.
You slightly grew impatient, resulting in you rolling your hips upwards.
His big hands pin your hips down onto the couch, forcing you to stay put, "Y-You need to stop doing that." He whines.
Before you could get something out, he was quick to pull out halfway only to slam back in. His mushroom tip rammed perfectly into your cervix, ripping out a choked-out sob from you.
His hands grab the back of your knees before pinning them up against your chest. He positions himself up on his knees, allowing himself to set a slow rhythm.
In between each thrust, he'd purposely thrust his pelvis flush against your ass then roll his hips, making you feel exactly how big he is. "Like how I feel buried inside this tight pussy?"
"God, yes." You purred, nails digging into his biceps.
Jake's head hung low, unable to pry his eyes away from seeing your pussy lips wrapped around his dick, your cunt swallowing his entire length with ease. He huffs, beginning to snap his hips back and forth at a fast pace.
Your body jolts with every harsh thrust. And all you could do at that moment was to take everything he gave you with a mantra of his name spilling out from your swollen, reddened lips. "o-oh my god! J-Jaeyun, shit!"
Your eyes were everywhere on him. They were eyeing the layer of sweat on his chest that glistened due to the lights. Then they traveled down between your legs, watching Jake pound into you with such determination. Now, they're staring straight into his puppy-dog-like eyes that were doted in lust.
His hand grasped your jaw, forcing you to look at him so he could watch how you reacted to his relentless thrusts. His thoughts were in disarray, drunk off the sensation of your walls squeezing around him as if you wanted to milk him dry. You felt as if your brain had short-circuited, babbling out incoherent nonsense. "Oh fuck, oh, god, fuck yes! There! Just like that, fucking god!"
You were nearly sobbing at this point. It was almost too much when you felt a fire pooling low in your abdomen. Jake could sense you were near with the way your walls were fluttering around his dick. "Are you close, baby?" He rasps, pressing his forehead against yours.
Your eyes were screwed shut, and the only thing open was your mouth which poured out a series of obscene noises along with a choked 'yes!'.
Jake bought his other hand up to rub fast circles against your clit, bringing you over your tipping point. "'m gonna cum, jae! Fuckā€” I'm cumming!" Like a spring coiling tightly and then being released, your orgasm crashes down on you. You feel both your body and mind dissolving into pleasure, clamping tightly around Jake's cock as a result.
You forced your eyelids apart in time to see Jake's face contort as his thrusts grew sloppy and erratic. His jaw hung low, tongue nearly poking out the side of his mouth (just like a puppy). "Gon' cum inside you, y/n. I like you soā€”" With a lewd cry, he nuzzles his face into your neck before fucking his cock deep into your sopping pussy, spurting out ropes and ropes of his hot, sticky cum to coat your inner walls.
His hips stuttered against yours. And you moan because you can feel his cock pulsating inside you, continuing to pump more cum inside you. At this point, you wouldn't be surprised if it began to leak out by now. "stuff you full of my f-fucking cum.. god, this tight pussy's milking me dry."
Although visibly spent from his mind-numbing orgasm, he made sure not to crush you by falling limp beside you.
You both bask in your post-orgasm daze by holding each other closely. His arm was slung around your waist whilst you nuzzled your face against his chest. His heart was palpitating, but he wasn't sure if it was from the earth-shattering sex he just had, or if it was the fact that he currently has you engulfed in his arms... after the most earth-shattering sex you guys just had.
"We should study together more often." Jake says, sending you a wink before reaching over to grab his glasses from the coffee table.
"Or.." You grab his glasses out of his hand, "We could do this more often," You slip on his specs, "ā€”as boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Really?" He questions, eyebrows perking up. You can imagine the dog ears on him perking up as well.
You smile wholeheartedly, "Yes, really."
His hand cups the side of your face before he eagerly captures your lips into a passionate kiss. Your lips molded with his as if it were a perfect fit.
You pull away, letting him nuzzle his face into your neck, "Jake." You call out softly.
"Hm?" He answers.
"Were you planning on pulling out anytime soon?"
He pulls away from your neck to give you a playful smile. "I mean.. I can go for another round."
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š¢š§ š°š”š¢šœš” ā€¦ you, your boyfriend chris, and his brothers went to the bowling alley for a fun night.
į„«į­” ā€¦ you sat on the seat eating the nachos chris had bought while he set up each of your names on the screen. you looked and saw as he entered each name one by one. matt, nick, you, then chris.
matt was the first one up grabbing a bowling ball of his choice before smirking at chris and nick. ā€œprepare yourself. iā€™ve beat you both onceā€¦ā€ he then turned toward you. ā€œand now iā€™ll add another loser to my list.ā€ he teased.
you rolled your eyes shooing him. ā€œyap yap. weā€™ll see about that.ā€
he laughed before taking his turn. unfortunately, he did in fact roll a strike. ā€œwhat did i say?ā€ he shrugged, walking off and back to where he sat. ā€œnick youā€™re up.ā€
nick huffed. ā€œi can assure you iā€™m not going to be any better than last time.ā€ he said grabbing the ball and rolling it hitting a few pins down. ā€œfuck.ā€ he cursed and grabbed the other ball. he rolled it again and hit a couple more but not clearing them all. ā€œmother fucker. i hate this shit.ā€ he walked back as his brothers and you giggled.
you stood up knowing you were next. ā€œwatch and learn.ā€ you smiled as you picked up the bowling ball. you got yourself ready before rolling it down the lane. you hit the center leaving two pins on either side. ā€œyouā€™re kidding me.ā€
you heard laughs from the triplets. ā€œgood luck with that, baby.ā€ chris said leaned back man spread. he looked so good. you ignored the fact that your throat dried up when you saw him and grabbed another ball. you then aimed for one of the pins knowing thatā€™s all you could get.
you ended up hitting the right one down. ā€œat least i got one.ā€ you shrugged heading back.
chris stood up high-fiving you. ā€œgood job.ā€ he said puckering his lips which you instinctively pecked. he then continued to get a bowling ball as you sat down. he inserted his fingers in the holes designated for them and the way his hands moved and swiftly handled the bowling ball had you clenching your thighs.
he held it in his hand trying to get a good grip of the ball making sure it wouldnā€™t slip off which further showed the veins opposite of his palm.
you looked and saw the way he held it with one hand finally getting ready to bowl it. the way his veins reached all the way up his forearm.
you took a deep breath not wanting anyone to notice how it suddenly started to become a little high in temperature in the alley.
what made everything even better was when he rolled the ball and hit a strike. ā€œholy shit! letā€™s fucking go!ā€ he cheered, his smile radiating. he made eye contact with you as you were recovering from seeing his fine ass. his brows furrowed for a split second before looking at matt. ā€œmatt did you fucking see that?ā€
matt grumbled. ā€œyes i did.ā€ he playfully rolled his eyes getting up to complete his turn once again.
chris smiled and walked back toward you. ā€œyou okay baby?ā€ he questioned seeing a difference in how you were sitting.
you snapped back into reality and nodded. ā€œoh! yeah im fine.ā€ wrong. you werenā€™t fine. you were actually thinking of the amount of ways he could make you feel good right now.
chris nodded and even though you thought he didnā€™t notice, he did. he noticed the slight way your cheeks flushed and the movement in your thighs. he noticed how you bit your lip slightly. how your stare was a thousand miles away as if your mind was moving a thousand miles a minute.
he smoked to himself, loving the effect he had on you. so he continued on, doing small things that he knew would drive you insane.
when it was finally time to go you were so needy to the point where you were about to beg to be touched. matt had drove you guys to the triplets house and you and chris climbed up the stairs and entered his room. he closed the door and immediately started getting ready for bed.
you became a bit shy at what to do so you changed as well. you changed into a cute little pajama set before going to the restroom and washing up. the whole time though you couldnā€™t take your mind off of chrisā€™s hands. how his fingers could stimulate you just the right way. you were dripping at the thought.
as you finally finished, you walked out to see chris laying on the bed shirtless with his hands behind his head ā€œall ready for bed baby?ā€ he questioned earning a small nod from you. you climbed into bed sitting beside him still dozing off. thatā€™s when chris placed a hand on your thigh in between both of them and in response you mindlessly squeezed them. he audibly chuckled at your action. ā€œyou okay?ā€
you nodded, embarrassed and not wanting to say what you were enduring. he licked his bottom lip before rubbing your thigh. ā€œso you had fun bowling?ā€ he was teasing you. every time his hand moved up further toward where you needed him and you thought heā€™d finally touch you, heā€™d move it back down ā€” keeping you with that feeling of immense need.
you couldnā€™t focus on anything else. you didnā€™t even notice he has asked a question until he squeezed your thigh with the hand you were staring at. ā€œwhat you thinkinā€™ about?ā€ he spoke quietly, his voice sultry. he knew exactly what he was doing.
your throat became dry as you were about to speak. ā€œum..ā€ you avoided eye contact as you tried to control your breathing. your heart raced and your pussy felt like it was pulsing. you looked at his hand again, the image of his fingers gripping the inside of the ball and the veins that you found so attractive. your mouth was dry. God, you needed him so bad.
he turned his body toward you. ā€œmm.. so nervous.ā€ he flitted his eyes from your lips to your hands that were in fists before looking up again trying to find your eyes. ā€œlook at my baby, cā€™mon.ā€ he purred removing his hand from your thigh to steady himself before moving his left hand and tilting your head toward his.
you reluctantly looked him in his eyes earning a smile from him. ā€œthere she is. tell me what you want?ā€ he was confident in knowing how needy you became. his thumb went to your bottom lip slowing passing across it before grabbing your jaw. ā€œif you tell me ā€¦ā€ he didnā€™t finish his sentence. it was like he wanted you to finish it for him in your head because you did know what heā€™d say and what heā€™d meant.
if you told him then heā€™d give you what you want
you took a breath before speaking, ā€œwant you to touch me.ā€ you confessed those words quietly. chris smiled down at you loving the way you fell apart with his touch. ā€œplease..ā€ you began to bed.
he began to nudge your thighs apart the cool air hitting in between them. you got the chills when he trailed his fingers alone the inside of them. ā€œhow bad?ā€ he frowned sarcastically.
you took matters into your own hands and guided his hand to placed right on your heat. ā€œbad.ā€ you whispered before looking at him. his lips looked so pink and kissable.
chris felt the room heat up as you guided his hand toward where you needed him. he then trailed his own hand to the waistband of your underwear and reached in pressing to fingers onto your clit.
your breathing hitched feeling his cold fingers on your hot cunt. you leaned back against the headboard, your legs opening wider by default. chris slowly and gradually moved his fingers in a circle motion over your clit.
he scooted more back to lean against the backboard of the best so that he was able to take his right hand and pull your chin toward him to connect your lips. you moaned inside his mouth feeling his fingers speed up a bit. ā€œwhat got you this needy, baby?ā€ he murmured against your lips. he pecked them a few times more before slowly his fingers down. ā€œanswer me..ā€
you gulped, leaning forward as he leaned back away from your lips. your eyes pleasingly moved from his lips to eyes. ā€œmmā€¦ because of when you.. you knowā€¦ā€ you trailed off, feeling small under his gaze. he raised his brows wanting you to finish. ā€œwhen you grabbed the bowling ball. your hands ā€” they looked really good.ā€ you were almost breathless as you told him what got you all hot and bothered.
his fingers quickly sped up as you said what was in our mind. ā€œyeah? you like the way my hands look?ā€ he teased, his fingers quickening and your legs shaking in response.
you nodded grabbing chrisā€™s shoulder and squeezing it as you felt yourself begin to slip away into the needed ecstasy youā€™ve wanted al day. ā€œmhmmā€¦ chris ā€” feels so good. please, donā€™t stop chris.ā€
his chest moved up and down as he tried to get you to your high faster. ā€œdonā€™t worry baby, mā€™not gonna stop. wanna make my girl feel so good.ā€
those words were the final push you needed to hit the edge race before your core snapped like a rubber band. you felt the wave of pleasure hit you, your hands squeezing chrisā€™s chest as the sweet sound of your moans blessed his ears.
he slowed down his fingers but not all the way trying to ride you out of your high. your chest began to slow as you calmed down. your eyes were screwed shut but as you finally opened them you caught chris admiring you. you blushed, always feeling nervous around him regardless of the situation. ā€œstop staring.ā€ you leaned your forehead against his shoulder.
ā€œmm.. never.ā€
Ā© slxtarchive
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo Ā· 6 hours ago
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Any Stefek fic that is based off the movie Dirty Dancing? A friend of mine said she read a few but I can not find any! Thank you!!!
Nobody puts Sterek in a corner!
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Awkward DancingĀ byĀ StaciNadia
(1/1 I 1,193 I Teen)
Love and dancing come together at Argent's Resort.
I Can't Live Without Your LoveĀ byĀ Val_Brown
(1/1 I 4,898 I Not Rated)
Derek stared out the car window as the green trees of the Oregon Coast highway rolled past. Every summer since he could remember they would head to a resort just outside of Bandon, Oregon. This was the last summer before he began college. The last summer before he had to start his future. He was going to make the most of it.
I Carried a Watermelon for Werewolf Equal RightsĀ byĀ alphasnark
(1/6 I 5,359 I Teen)
A Dirty Dancing AU.
feel the magic between you and IĀ byĀ stilinskisparkles
(1/1 I 11,432 I Mature)
ā€œSee?ā€ Derek holds his arms out, ā€œEverythingā€™s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,ā€ he turns to Erica, ā€œFace it, no one is as good as you.ā€
ā€œWe still have one more,ā€ she sing songs.
Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stilesā€™ name, ā€œNo.ā€
ā€œYou havenā€™t even seen me dance, and youā€™re already dismissing me?ā€ Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. ā€œI got moves.ā€
Hot, sweet and wildĀ byĀ kishmet
(2/? I 14,665 I Mature)
When his father had announced the trip to the Argents' resort, Stiles had envisioned long days spent lounging on the beach with his laptop. He'd never imagined rigorous training sessions with the world's hottest, strictest dance coach.
Nobody puts Stiles in a cornerĀ byĀ Stephaninnie
(7/7 I 39,565 I Mature)
Dirty Dancing AU where Stiles is Baby and Derek is Johnny and some things have changed but most things have stayed the same.
Certain Kind of FoolĀ byĀ saraubs
(1/1 I 36,530 I Mature)
Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn't seem to care about anything but making him happy.
When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn't believe in mates.
Dirty DealingĀ byĀ lookslikenico,Ā winglesswarrior
(13/? I 47,100 I Teen)
Stiles had a plan for his final summer before college. He was going to intern at the Sheriff's station, get ahead on the plans for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, his dad had some hazy idea of him having 'one last summer' as a lazy teenager. Now, he's stuck cooling his heels and feeling very out of place at some stuck up country club, where he feel he has more in common with the staff than the other members. Of course, that could be because the staff include his new 'how have we never met before' best friend Scott and the 'it should be physically impossible for someone to be that perfect' new crush, Derek. Who apparently hates him - but not enough that he won't swallow his pride and put up with Stiles' presence when he's needed to help get Erica out of trouble...
I May Be Naive But I'm Not StupidĀ byĀ FelOllie
(18/? I 73,472 I Explicit)
Stiles Stilinski is the young, naĆÆve high school graduate who's headed off to Columbia University (with every intention of going on to Columbia Law) because that's what his parents expect of him. Even though, really, all he wants to do is take after his father and become a cop.
Derek Hale is the sexy, mysterious, just-this-side-of-standoffish-and-rude dance instructor. He and his partner, Lydia Martin, work the summers at the playing-at-posh mountain resort teaching the over-privileged adults and their spoiled kids how to do the merengue.
The summer proves to be exactly what Stiles needs to finally learn how to take control of his life.
But, what happens when it's over?
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spidrgirl Ā· 2 days ago
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RANDOM MILES MORALES HEADCANONS:
Masterlist: here āž¼
Pairing: Miles Morales x fem friend he has a crush on! į„«į­”
Synopsis: headcanons of Miles and a girl he's friends with, but also has a teeny tiny crush on.
Genre: fluff/friends to lovers (lol, can you tell that this is my fav trope šŸ˜œ?)
Word count: idk
Authors note: I made these headcanons with a fem! Reader in mind, but I think most of these are gender neutral.
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āž³ Miles texts you throughout the day, even about the smallest details, needing to feel connected even when you're apart. When you donā€™t respond immediately, he starts second-guessing himself, checking his messages over to see if he said something wrong, worrying you might be upset with him.
āž³ Every time you two part, he lingers, hands fidgeting or glancing back at you with a soft look. Sometimes, he even comes up with the smallest excusesā€”"I forgot to tell you something" or "Do you need help carrying anything?"ā€”just so he can stay a little longer.
āž³ Physical touch is everything to him. Even the lightest brush of your hand is enough to set his heart racing. He quietly aches for you to touch him more, but he's too nervous to ask, scared of seeming too needy or crossing a line.
āž³ No matter what he's doing, if you call or text, Miles immediately stops and responds. He could be in the middle of training or just trying to relax, but your messages are his priority. You can't help but remember that one time when he was texting you back while mid-mission, and it just proves how much he needs to feel close to you.
āž³ After a late-night patrol, he often lies awake, replaying the last time you were together in his mind. He wishes he could talk to you, even if itā€™s just in comfortable silence. Sometimes he even imagines what itā€™d be like if you were there, lying next to him, sharing everything heā€™s been holding inside.
āž³ Sitting in silence next to you on lazy afternoons is one of his favorite things. Heā€™s content just being near you, but the urge to confess his feelings bubbles up more strongly in these quiet moments. He bites his tongue, afraid that telling you might change what you have.
āž³ When youā€™re talking, he holds your gaze, completely captivated. Even in casual conversation, the way you look at him grounds him. Itā€™s like he's the only one youā€™re seeing in that moment, and he feels an overwhelming warmth from it.
āž³ Miles checks in with you constantly. Even if itā€™s a small ā€œyou good?ā€ or ā€œneed anything?ā€ he wants to know you're okay and feels a sense of purpose in being there for you.
āž³ He loves catching subtle traces of your scent on his clothes after you've been togetherā€”it makes him feel closer to you when you're not around, like he's carrying a part of you with him.
āž³ If youā€™re watching a movie or sitting together, heā€™ll lean in closer than necessary, just to be in your space. Thereā€™s a comfort he finds in those moments that he canā€™t quite put into words.
āž³ Miles remembers even the smallest kind words you say to him, and they replay in his mind like a cherished memory. When he's feeling low, he holds onto those words, letting them remind him of his worth in your eyes.
āž³ Every accidental touchā€”your hand brushing his, your shoulder against hisā€”he holds onto them, wishing theyā€™d last just a little longer. Sometimes, he leaves his hand where it is, silently hoping you'll reach out again.
āž³ As much as he admires your strength and independence, there's a part of him that yearns for you to need him, even if just a little. Itā€™s not that he wants to change you, but being the one you rely on, even briefly, fills him with a quiet pride.
āž³ He's always seeking your validation, not only because he values your opinion, but because your approval brings him a sense of security. He might even agree with things he doesnā€™t totally believe in, just to feel more connected to you.
āž³ Even though he tries to play it cool when you call or text, his heart races. He'll act casual, but deep down, your attention is everything to him.
āž³ Sitting close to you feels like it's never enough. He wants more time with you, more connection, but heā€™s scared of coming on too strong and pushing you away.
āž³ He loves those rare, late-night conversations that go on until the early hours. When they end, heā€™s left with a quiet longing, wishing he could hold onto those moments forever.
āž³ Sometimes, without realizing it, Miles can be a little overbearing in his need to help you. Heā€™ll offer to carry your things, walk you home, or do tasks you didnā€™t ask for, just to feel useful to you.
āž³ His biggest fear is that one day youā€™ll move on, and heā€™ll just be a memory in your life. Itā€™s a thought that keeps him awake some nights, silently hoping heā€™ll always have a place in your world.
āž³ If he senses youā€™re upset or distant, he tries even harder to be there for you, even if itā€™s just in small ways, like sending a meme or giving you a small gift. He wants to remind you that he's still around.
āž³ Miles asks you questions about your day, your thoughts, your feelingsā€”he just wants to know you better and to feel closer to you.
āž³ Arguments or disagreements with you make him uneasy. Heā€™ll often apologize first, even when heā€™s unsure of what he did wrong, just to make sure things are okay between you.
āž³ If he notices youā€™re upset, he goes into ā€œprotectorā€ mode, wanting to fix the situation and be the one to make things better, even if itā€™s beyond his control.
āž³ If a day goes by without seeing you, heā€™ll often send you a random meme or a quick message, just to re-establish contact and let you know heā€™s thinking about you.
āž³ He subtly frames conversations in ways that might lead to you complimenting him or showing him affection. He craves your reassurance but tries not to make it too obvious.
āž³ When youā€™re together, he unconsciously leans into your spaceā€”his knee brushing yours, his arm near you. He might not ask for more, but his body language shows just how much he wants you close.
āž³ If you start talking about someone else, especially another guy, heā€™ll find a way to steer the conversation back to the two of you, needing your attention on him, if only for a moment.
āž³ There are times he feels so vulnerable around you that he wants to confess everything, but he holds back, afraid of losing what you already have. Instead, he stays quiet, holding onto those feelings in silence.
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reidsbabyhoney Ā· 4 hours ago
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the one where Spence regrets everything thatā€™s happened in the past six months.
pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader category: angst, fluff cw: none wc: 3.3k a/n: this took forever too write because every time i tried writing it i absolutely hated how it came out. iā€™m hoping i gave them the ending they deserved and that you all love it! also please let me know if there's any warnings I should add.
pt.1 masterlist spencer reid masterlist
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The entire car ride home was a blur, and you mean that literally. The tears that coated your eyes never seemed to stop even after you arrived back home. The dull hum of the engine couldn't seem to drown out the noise-deafening pounding in your chest.
You couldn't help but replay every moment from tonight on a loop, the gut wrenching realization that Spencer moved on so quickly, so easily. It felt as if your entire world had been tilted on its axis and you were left to live in a reality that didn't make any sense.
Maya. You hadn't been able to look at her without a sharp pang of jealousy making its way though your chest. The way she spoke to Spencer, so casually, so possessively like you were going to take her from him at any second. But in reality that's what she did to you.
You told yourself that you were fine, that you had enough time to move on and get over that relationship, but its clear you were lying to yourself. Every moment you were in his presence were the few moments of bliss where you could pretend everything with him was normal.
You had loved him. You still did. The harsh truth of that might've hurt worse than tonight's events.
Once you finally arrived home you didn't bother to go inside right away. Turning off the car you sit staring at the dashboard, trying to ground yourself in something, anything but the whirlwind of emotions going on in your mind right now.
As your about to open the door, your phone buzzes in the passenger seat. Picking it up you see it's a message from Penelope.
From: Penny
Are you okay, sweetheart? If you need anything I'm just a phone call away. Please don't let his stupidity ruin your night, we all know how much of an amazing person you are!
A small smile painted its way across your features, though drained and not very genuine.
You quickly texted her back letting her know you were okay and just needed some time to process everything. With that you finally got out of the car making your way inside, preparing for another sleepless night.
-
You had taken the day off. Well technically you didn't request it, it was given to you by Hotch. The team had just gotten back from a long gruesome case and he decided that everyone needed some time to decompress.
It had been a couple weeks since 'The Incident' as Emily has so kindly labeled it. Since then the unkind thoughts hadn't left your mind.
You spent most of the day curled up on the couch barely able to focus on the movies playing on the TV. Your mind was a storm of thoughts that blossomed from that night, though not into flowers, more so like weeds that didn't want to fully be pulled from the ground.
You replayed every word he said that night. Every glance, subtle expression. There was no warmth in his tone, nothing that suggested the gentle, awkward genius who had found solace in your presence.
You knew it hurt, but what hurt more was the realization that Spencer wasn't the only thing you lost that night. You were mourning the loss of what had been,Ā  what could've been.
-
The next morning, you showed up at the office. The decision half-hearted, debating on requesting for another day out of the crowded space. You're not sure what you were expecting, for something to just change overnight, or if you needed to prove to yourself that you could handle it.
You walked in to see the team gathered around the bullpen. Derek was leaning against the counter, talking animatedly to JJ, while Penelope was chattering away in her usual high-energy manner. They all seemed fine, but you knew they could feel your emotions. You had always worn them on your sleeve, and the team was nothing if not perceptive.
And Spencer? He was nowhere to be found.
Your heart dropped, but you quickly masked the disappointment with a neutral expression. You couldnā€™t allow yourself to think about him right now, not with everything else going on.
As you slid into your chair, you could feel their eyes on you every now and then, but none of them dared to speak up. It was only when the elevator doors opened that you saw Spencer walking toward the bullpen. His usual awkward stride was missing, replaced by somethingā€¦ hesitant. His eyes briefly met yours, but instead of the usual spark of familiarity, there was something different. Something strained.
He was carrying a large coffee cup in his hand, but it seemed like he was just holding it for the sake of holding it.
ā€œy/n,ā€ he said softly, his voice laced with the same uncertainty that had been present in his eyes. You barely met his gaze, your stomach doing somersaults at the sight of him.
ā€œSpence,ā€ you said, offering a forced smile. You couldnā€™t help but feel a pang of longing, but you couldnā€™t let yourself show it.
ā€œI, uh, can we talk?ā€ he asked, his words tumbling out in that way that was so quintessentially Spencer.
Your gaze flickered around the room, but you didnā€™t want to make a scene. ā€œNowā€™s not the best time.ā€
He nodded, but you could see the disappointment in his face. He hesitated for a moment before turning away and heading to his own desk. You didnā€™t watch him go, how could you?
-
Hours passed, and the tension between you and Spencer lingered like a heavy fog. Every now and then, you caught his eyes lingering on you when he thought you werenā€™t looking, but every time you met his gaze, he looked away.
You were exhausted. Your mind was scattered. And when you finally gathered the courage to step away from your desk to grab a coffee, it was then that Spencer decided to approach you.
ā€œy/n,ā€ he called out gently, his voice softer now, less urgent.
You paused mid-step, not sure how to respond. His presence was overwhelming, and even though you wanted to retreat, you knew you couldnā€™t keep avoiding him forever.
Turning around slowly, you nodded. ā€œSpencer.ā€
ā€œCan we talk?ā€ he asked again, this time with more sincerity in his voice.
You studied him carefully, unsure whether you could trust yourself to keep calm. ā€œDo we really need to? I think weā€™ve said everything we need to say.ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ he replied, shaking his head. ā€œI donā€™t think we have. At least not yet.ā€ He paused, looking down at his feet. ā€œPlease.ā€
You could hear the desperation in his voice, and for the first time since that night, you allowed yourself to truly look at him. You didnā€™t know what had changed, but you knew it was something important. You had loved Spencer for so long, and maybe it was time to let him explain himself.
ā€œAlright,ā€ you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. ā€œLetā€™s talk.ā€
-
The conference room door clicked shut behind you, and for a brief moment, you felt like you were trapped. The silence was thick, oppressive. Spencer stood by the window, facing away from you, his shoulders tense, his hands hanging stiffly at his sides. He didnā€™t move, didnā€™t speak. The space between you felt impossibly wide, like an ocean stretching between two distant shores.
You wanted to scream. To demand answers. To ask why. But you couldnā€™t, because the truth was, you were too scared of what might come next. The flood of emotions coursing through you felt like too much to bear. And the pain? The pain was undying.
Finally, Spencer spoke, but his voice was soft, almost trembling. ā€œI never meant to hurt you,ā€ he said, his words breaking the stillness in the room, but they did little to ease the ache in your chest.
He turned slowly, his eyes dropping to the floor as if he couldnā€™t bear to look at you. ā€œIā€™m so sorry. For the way I ended things... for pushing you away.ā€
His gaze finally met yours, but there was no spark there, no warmth. Just an empty, hollow ache, the same one you felt. The distance between you both was palpable.
ā€œI thought I was doing the right thing,ā€ he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. ā€œI thought I was protecting you. I thought I was giving you space to breatheā€¦ to move on. To get away from the chaos thatā€™s always been a part of my life.ā€
The words struck you like a punch to the gut. Protecting you? Was that what this was? Did he think he was being noble by choosing to shut you out?
ā€œYou pushed me away, Spencer,ā€ you said, your voice trembling with the rawness of everything you were holding in. ā€œI didnā€™t ask for space. I didnā€™t ask for you to shut me out. I was hereā€¦ I've always been here.ā€ The anger, the hurt, it all poured out of you, and you couldnā€™t stop it even if you tried. ā€œI just needed you to be honest with me. To tell me the truth, not hide behind your fears.ā€
His face faltered at your words, and for a moment, he looked like he might crumble under the weight of your pain. ā€œI was scared,ā€ he admitted, his voice breaking as if he hadnā€™t even meant to say it. ā€œI was scared that if I kept you close, I would ruin everything. That Iā€™d hurt you more. I thought if I pulled away, youā€™d be better off without me. But all Iā€™ve done is hurt you even more.ā€
The truth of his words hit you like a wave, but it didnā€™t bring relief. Instead, it left you feeling raw, exposed. How could he think that? How could he think leaving was the solution? You had been through so much together. But the thought of him choosing to walk away, of him choosing her, it crushed you.
ā€œI donā€™t know if I can forgive you, Spencer,ā€ you whispered, the tears you had been holding back threatening to spill over. Your heart was breaking, the weight of everything that had happened too much to carry anymore.
ā€œYou didnā€™t just break my heartā€¦ you broke me. I was waiting for you. I thought... I thought we could work through this. But you didnā€™t give me a chance. And now youā€™re asking me to justā€¦ what? To just forget?ā€
Spencerā€™s face crumpled as if your words were a physical blow, but he didnā€™t look away. He couldnā€™t. He was broken too, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable, scared even. ā€œI donā€™t want you to forget,ā€ he said, his voice shaking with emotion.
ā€œI just want a chance. A chance to prove that Iā€™m not that guy anymore. That Iā€™m not the one who left youā€¦ that Iā€™m the one whoā€™s ready to fight for us.ā€
You shook your head, a sob escaping before you could stop it. ā€œI donā€™t know if I can believe you anymore, Spencer. I donā€™t know if I can trust you after everything.ā€
He stepped forward, his hands trembling as they reached out toward you. ā€œPlease,ā€ he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice. ā€œIā€™ve spent every second of the last six months thinking about how much I screwed up, wishing I could go back and do things differently. I donā€™t want to lose you. I canā€™t lose you.ā€
Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, erratic, unsure whether it was breaking or yearning for somethingā€”anything that might bring you peace. You knew Spencer had made mistakes, but he wasnā€™t the only one at fault. You had kept yourself at a distance too, not because you wanted to, but because you were terrified of what this might mean. Of what letting him back in might cost you.
ā€œIā€™m scared, Spencer,ā€ you whispered, your voice barely audible. ā€œIā€™m scared that if I let you back in, youā€™ll leave again. That youā€™ll hurt me again.ā€
He closed the distance between you, standing just inches away now. You could see the unshed tears in his eyes, the way his face was etched with guilt and regret. He reached for your hand, but instead of pulling away, you let him. You let him hold you, as fragile as it felt, as broken as you both were in that moment.
ā€œI wonā€™t leave again,ā€ he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. ā€œI swear. Iā€™ll fight for you. For us. Iā€™ll fight for as long as it takes.ā€
The raw honesty in his voice, his words full of pain, of hope. It made something inside you snap. The walls you had built around your heart were crumbling, piece by piece. You didnā€™t know if you could ever go back to the way things were, but maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something new. Something better.
ā€œIā€™m not asking for things to be perfect,ā€ Spencer continued, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand, the small touch making your pulse race. ā€œI just need you to know that Iā€™m here. And Iā€™m not going anywhere.ā€
You met his gaze then, your eyes brimming with unshed tears, but this time they werenā€™t just born from hurt. There was something else there. Something like hope. ā€œIā€™m not ready to forgive you yet, Spencer,ā€ you said softly, your voice trembling. ā€œBut Iā€™m willing to try. Iā€™m willing to see where this goes. If you really mean it.ā€
His face softened, the tension easing just a fraction. ā€œI do,ā€ he whispered, his hand still gently holding yours. ā€œI mean it. More than anything.ā€
And as he pulled you into his arms, you let yourself hold on, just for a moment. You werenā€™t sure where this would lead, or if you could ever truly forget the pain. But for the first time in a long while, you werenā€™t alone. And maybe that was enough.
-
It was one of those quiet mornings that felt like a small slice of heaven. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow through the windows, and the only sound in the apartment was the rhythmic hum of the coffee maker.
The air was still cool from the night before, but the warmth of the morning sun slowly crept in, filling the room with a gentle golden light.
You were sitting at the kitchen table, your bare feet tucked under you, a mug of coffee warming your hands. Your hair was messy from sleep, but you didnā€™t mind.
You had gotten used to waking up next to Spencer every morning, and the sight of him, still half-asleep, a little rumpled, and incredibly endearing, was one of the small things youā€™d grown to cherish.
Spencer was at the counter, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he flipped through a pile of paperwork. The clutter of his case files and textbooks was a normal part of your life now, but the way he had rearranged things over the past few months, more neatly than ever before, was a quiet testament to how much he had changed. He wasnā€™t perfect, but he was working on it. He was trying, and that was all that mattered.
ā€œY/n?ā€ Spencerā€™s voice broke the quiet, pulling your attention away from your thoughts.
You looked up from your coffee, meeting his soft brown eyes. He was still wearing his sleep-filled smile, the one that only appeared after a good nightā€™s sleep, when he wasnā€™t overthinking or buried under a pile of cases.
ā€œI was wonderingā€¦ would you mind helping me with something later?ā€ His voice was tentative, but there was something else there now, something more confident. He wasnā€™t afraid to ask for help anymore.
Youā€™d noticed that shift in him over the past few months, the way he wasnā€™t afraid to lean on you, to let you in when before he would have kept his distance. It had taken time, but now, when he needed you, he knew how to reach for you without hesitation.
ā€œOf course,ā€ you said with a smile, your heart swelling at how far youā€™d come since that difficult conversation. ā€œWhat do you need help with?ā€
Spencer hesitated for just a moment, glancing down at the paperwork. His fingers hovered over the pile, as though unsure how to ask. ā€œIā€™m working on this caseā€¦ and I just need to go over the details. I know youā€™ve got thatā€¦ special way of seeing things,ā€ he said with a playful grin, using the affectionate nickname youā€™d earned after countless cases where your instincts had been spot on. ā€œYouā€™re better at spotting the details than I am.ā€
You raised an eyebrow at him, playfully teasing. ā€œOh, so now Iā€™m the expert, huh? I thought you were the genius here.ā€
Spencerā€™s smile widened, and he shook his head, walking over to the table and taking a seat across from you. He didnā€™t even try to hide the fondness in his gaze as he looked at you. ā€œYou are the expert,ā€ he said softly. ā€œAnd Iā€™m just the guy who gets to learn from you every day.ā€
The words lingered between you, warm and comfortable. You reached across the table, brushing your fingers over his hand in a simple, affectionate gesture. A small smile played on your lips as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours, and for the first time, you didnā€™t feel like you had to hold anything back. There was no fear of losing each other, no worry that the cracks would reopen. Everythingā€”every single piece of youā€”had found a place next to him, and for once, it felt right.
ā€œIā€™ll help you,ā€ you said softly, squeezing his hand. ā€œJust like I always do.ā€
Spencerā€™s expression softened, his eyes reflecting a quiet sense of gratitude. You knew, deep down, that he wasnā€™t just thankful for your help with the case. He was thankful for everythingā€”for your patience, for your trust, for the fact that despite all the mistakes and misunderstandings, you were still here. You had come through the storm together, stronger than before, and you could feel it in every touch, in every glance. There was an unspoken understanding between you now. A promise that no matter what came your way, you would face it as a team.
ā€œYou know,ā€ Spencer said, his voice low, ā€œI never thought Iā€™d have something like this. Something so... real. So comfortable.ā€
You laughed softly, the sound light and free, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that had plagued your earlier months together. ā€œI think weā€™ve finally figured out how to make it work,ā€ you said, your voice steady and full of warmth. ā€œNo more pushing each other away. No more running. Justā€¦ us.ā€
Spencer nodded, his gaze softening as his thumb gently traced the back of your hand. ā€œIā€™m not running anymore,ā€ he whispered, the sincerity in his voice bringing a warmth to your chest. ā€œIā€™m staying. For good.ā€
There was no need for more words. You leaned across the table, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was slow and full of meaning. It wasnā€™t a kiss filled with urgency or desperation, but one of quiet comfort. One of trust and affection. One that said weā€™re here, and that was enough.
As you pulled away, you saw the same sense of contentment reflected in his eyes, a peacefulness that had taken months to build but was finally here. You didnā€™t need anything else, because with Spencer, you had everything youā€™d ever wanted.
The coffee and case files were long forgotten as the two of you sat there, simply enjoying each otherā€™s company. There was no rush to get to the day, no lingering doubt or fear. Just the warmth of his presence beside you, and the certainty that no matter what the future held, youā€™d face it together.
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nebulousmoon3990 Ā· 5 hours ago
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GHOSTS OF THE PAST (Batfam x neglected hero reader)
I š“‚ƒā€ŗ GHOSTS
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Warning: neglect (unintentional), Damian being Damian, violence, blood, swearing, sensitive topics, writing errors (English is not my first language) and reader has black hair and blue eyes (sorry), I accept criticism but please don't be rude, everything is fictional!
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You consider yourself a good son
I mean, you were never a saint, there were times when you did stupid things and got into trouble with her, but you always managed to solve them. But apparently the universe decided that you weren't good enough.
Not for your family at least.
You were just another product of your father's affair, the only difference is that you were born (something that wasn't supposed to happen) but that's okay! Your mother still loved you and took care of you with all the love she had to offer.
She never spoke openly about your father, but you saw on TV the news about your mother, the great writer from Gotham, with the businessman Bruce Wayne. You were always smart and quickly connected the dots but you didn't question your mother because she was clearly uncomfortable, so you kept quiet and let it go, because you didn't need him. You already had your mother, you already had your uncles, even your little friends from school! You don't need your father.
That is until she died.
It was when you were four years old, you had gone to the market to buy things for dinner and on the way a criminal tried to steal them, your mother trying to protect you ended up with a bullet in the chest, you remember little, but you remember that he ran away while your mother died in front of you. After that you thought you were going to be sent to an orphanage, believe your surprise when your father came to take you home. The first time you saw him you were surprised by how much alike you were: same hair, same eyes, your face was really your mother's, but your skin was his, you were a perfect mix of your mother and your father, at the time you loved it but now... you are not so sure.
When you arrived at the mansion, you met your half-siblings. You were so excited. You always wanted a sibling, since you spent a lot of time alone. The possibility of having siblings made you very happy. The first was Dick: a bright smile and the sunshine of the family. Dick was friendly with you and at least bothered to ask a little about you, like your age or when your birthday was. But the next day, he completely forgot about you. Even though he lived in Bludhaven, he visited the mansion often. Of all your siblings, you felt the most excluded by him. While he said that family was the most important thing, he ignored you. Maybe it wasn't intentional, but what's the point of apologizing for not being there if you don't change anything?
The second was Tim: the Robin of the time. Tim was just... Tim, he was never that neglectful with you, but he didn't try to get closer either. He had no opinion for you. You would say that Tim was observant, quiet, and cold. He would help you if he saw that you needed help, the problem was that he was never there, so he never had time for you (like everyone else).
The third was Jason: in your opinion he was your favorite, Jason was the one in the house who gave you some attention. It wasn't always, but when he came to the mansion he really cared about asking about you.
"Why are you so skinny?" "Are you doing well in your studies?" "Is someone bothering you, brat?" and things like that. Jason wasn't that close but he was never distant either, that's why he was your favorite, but just like Tim he was never there when you needed him, since he couldn't stay at the mansion much (you believe that part of the blame is Bruce).
Then came the rest of your siblings, Barbara was always busy like Bruce and Dick, Cassandra and Stephanie weren't interested in you, and Duke never exchanged more than two or three words with you.
And then to top it all off came Damian: your younger brother. You thought that even though Damian was Al Grul's (trained to kill and all) maybe, just maybe, you two could have a good relationship.
Oh, how terribly wrong you were.
And you realized it the moment Damian almost cut your throat with his sword. That day Damian was reprimanded by Bruce while Dick was taking care of his neck, from what you understood Damian thought he needed to kill you to become Robin.Ā 
You, a civilian, almost wanted to laugh at his presumption that you could be a vigilante when you couldn't even lift your backpack properly. After that day you didn't get close to Damian again, the fear of him doing something to you terrified you to the core. Damian realized it, you knew it by the looks he gave you, but whether it was pride or shame he never apologized to you.
Bruce never had time for you, wrapped up in work and as Batman his time was precious and he had to spend it on what was necessary, and you understood that.
You understood all of them.
But...it still hurt.
It hurt your soul a lot.
That's why you stopped trying to impress them, stopped enrolling in classes they liked just to get their attention, stopped bothering them to get some family time. You gave up, simple as that, the family didn't care, probably not even knowing about it.
There was Alfred, who probably spent the most time with you, acting like a grandfather. But Alfred is also Bruce's butler and the sidekick to Gotham's heroes, he couldn't spend all his time with you either (you accepted that, it was okay).
But sometimes there were rare moments that happened, moments when they cared, when you saw a little bit of love from them towards you.
Like when Jason gave you one of his sweatshirts for your birthday, one that you really liked (you still wear it to this day, it's still too big on you).Or when you didn't have a partner for your history project since no one was your friend, so Dick and Tim spent half the night helping you with it. Or when school bullies beat you up, you went back to the mansion (which was empty) with a black eye, just so Damian could see you. By some miracle, you convinced him not to tell Bruce, thinking that the matter had died there, you went back to your room only for Damian to knock on your door in the middle of the night and give you a pair of brass knuckles for you to use next time (you never used them, but knowing that he cared was comforting).
I think the most important of these moments was when Bruce showed up at your elementary school graduation. Thanks to your mother, you were more gifted than the others, advancing a few years in school, making you finish school before your age. Imagine: a pre-teen in the middle of almost adults with other adults looking at you (it's desperate) but you saw him, Bruce Wayne together with Alfred looking at you for the first time. He didn't stay until the end, but he was still there, he was there for you.
That's why you hated them.
How dare they? Play with your heart like that, giving you hope that maybe you could be a normal family, a happy family. You hated that, you hated having hope, you hated that they cared and then left you aside.
And what you hate the most is that every time you fall for their talk.
That's why you're taking some time for yourself, far away from them at your aunt's house. In two weeks it will be your fourteenth birthday and you decided this time to spend it with your aunt, to try to forget about your life in Gotham with your family (besides, it had been years since you saw her, it was time to get over the longing).
You told her well in advance, already planning it since the beginning of the month, so now at the train station you didn't feel any worries as you got on the bus.
You didn't tell your family, they wouldn't even care, you just told Alfred so that the poor man wouldn't have a heart attack if he didn't see you in the room.
Maybe if you had told them, this wouldn't have happened.
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Dick loves his family.
No matter how many problems they have, he will always love them, family is everything to him.
So why these days has he felt like he's forgetting something?
Was it training with Damian? No, that was for tomorrow, maybe patrol with Bruce? That was impossible to forget, could there have been something with Tim? He doesn't remember his brother asking him for something, maybe Cass? She said a friend was going to have his birthday-
birthday.
(Name's) birthday.
The realization hit him like a train, that was it! His birthday, he had completely forgotten about it, when will it be? If he remembers, will it be in two weeks? You're going to be-
How old are you again?
No, that's absurd, he knows how old you are, he would be stupid not to. You must be twelve? No! Thirteen? But he doesn't remember your thirteenth birthday.
In fact, he doesn't remember any of your birthdays.
Okay, maybe he doesn't remember now, but he was definitely there for your birthday, he's your big brother! Why wouldn't he be?
Okay, he decided that as soon as he finished patrolling with the rest of the family he would talk to everyone about it.
As he jumped between the rooftops his phone vibrated loudly, but he didn't bother to look at it, he would check it later.
Hurry up Dick, before it's too late.
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Tim was monitoring the batcave today, helping with location and crimes remotely. Today would be a normal patrol, too calm. Tim hated these patrols, too calm and preparing for the storm.
This time a hurricane would come and no one would be prepared.
The first to arrive was Jason, who came just to help with the investigation of a particular case. He leaned on the table next to Tim and watched the cameras and sensors on the television he controlled. The second was Bruce and Damian. Bruce went to talk to Alfred and Damian went to the table in the center where Tim's phone was. Tim, listening to Dick's message, who was near the mansion, almost didn't hear the youngest Wayne talking.
"Someone's calling you." Tim looked at Damian, who turned on his phone. Without worrying, he went back to the computer. "I can answer later." Damian apparently wasn't satisfied and turned on the phone only to see that the flames were his, his name engraved on the screen. "It's our sister's." "Cass's?"
"(Name's)" Now that caught Jason's attention. He looked at the youngest Wayne. For some reason, a bad feeling took over him, the same feeling that something bad was going to happen. "Oh, that's it. I'm kind of busy here. Can you see what she wants for me?"
Grimacing, Damian would have put the phone down, but something inside him told him to check, to check, so he picked up the phone and unlocked it to find over twenty missed calls from him ā€œoh myā€
ā€œWhatā€™s wrong?ā€ Bruce approached the boys, having vaguely heard the conversation. ā€œThere are over twenty calls and at least fifteen messagesā€ now that really caught everyoneā€™s attention.
ā€œWhat?ā€ Jason answered for everyone, breaking the silence that settled in the room, but Damian didnā€™t bother to answer, instead going to the messages, he was going to go through them when a word caught his attention.
HelpĀ 
Just with that the bad feeling inside Damian grew, his behavior changing and showing the others that the matter was serious ā€œOh shit."
ā€œWhatā€™s going onā€ Dick finally arrived, only to find the tense atmosphere in the room, as he walked Damian went through the messages finding words like ā€œhelpā€ ā€œhelpā€ ā€œinvadedā€ and ā€œbusā€
ā€œDamian what happenedā€ he opened the voicemail, seeing many of them only in the last hour, he put it on maximum volume for him and the others to hear.
"T-Tim please pick up" your voice came out shaky, low almost in a whisper and desolate, full of fear "I-I... I tried calling Dick a-and even Bruce" the sobs of your voice were restricted by your mouth, sighing heavily a bang was heard on the other end startling you "I-I need help... p-please" and so the voicemail ended
ā€œThe mansion was invaded?!ā€ Jason didnā€™t ask anyone in particular, but Tim went to see the footage of the mansion for the last few hours anyway. ā€œNo, no one came into the house.ā€
ā€œWhere is she?ā€ Dick was quick to pick up the phone, just like Damian, he came across at least twenty voicemails for him. To get attention, Alfred coughed lightly and automatically everyoneā€™s heads turned in his direction. ā€œMaster (Name) went out to spend her birthday with her aunt who lives in New York.ā€
And thatā€™s how chaos exploded.
The next minute, everyoneā€™s voices echoed through the cave. ā€œWhat?!ā€ ā€œWhat do you mean?!ā€ ā€œWhen did she tell you that!?ā€ Bruce replied as he walked towards Timā€™s computer. ā€œShe didnā€™t tell you anything, Alfred, why didnā€™t you tell me?ā€
Alfred looked at his master, almost exploding at such stupidity, he knew Bruce didn't have time for you but he also made it clear that he didn't care about you, it was no surprise that you hadn't even warned him before, but respecting you (and master Bruce) he answered. "Master (Name) thought it wasn't necessary, he told me only if you gentlemen asked for her." Tim went back to the computer, now not scanning the streets of Gotham, but looking for you, Dick scrolled through the voicemail and clicked on the most recent one, made 15 minutes ago, his voice once again filled the air making everyone hear you.
This time the line started in silence, only your agitated breathing being heard, it is possible to hear a whisper much quieter than before on the line "Dick please, I-I... I beg p-please, please, p-please, p-please, please-" you were silenced by the noise of something near you, your breathing was weak, footsteps echoed wherever you were, you approached the phone and whispered into the cell phone "save me" when you finished speaking voices approached and then a scream came from you, your phone fell somewhere far from you but even so it was possible to hear your screams and your fight for the cell phone until the line finally ended
ā€œHoly shitā€¦ā€ tension built up in the room, the family was completely stunned by the line, Jason was the first to go looking for him, Dick tried to stop him but he went looking for him too, Damian and Bruce left soon after and Tim went back to his computer at full speed.
They need to find you, Now!
But it was too late
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ā€œTim tell me you found herā€ Jason shouted on the line as he moved with Dick, the two of them as well as the rest were moving at each of the bus stops to look for their route, the result was nothing.
Tim huffed on the line, irritated with his brother.Ā ā€œIf you stopped asking me every two minutes maybe I would find herā€
ā€œYour-ā€
ā€œEnough fighting! Thatā€™s not the focus right nowā€ Dick said to Jason and Tim, although his harsh tone gave him away showing how exasperated he was. ā€œOur focus is to find (Name)ā€ Jason looked ahead accepting his brother, they had to find her, he needed to.
Jason wouldnā€™t forgive himself if his sister died.
ā€œI found her!ā€ Tim shouted excitedly, the spark of hope on his face until he saw the bus where he was ā€œoh noā€ his heart started beating faster, fear started to settle in his body, but he remained paralyzed without being able to move.Ā 
ā€œTim? Tim, what happened? Tim saw on the computer the image of his bus fallen to the ground, with fire gathering around it. The red robin could only move when he heard Bruce's voice. With his fingers shaking, Tim sent the image of the accident to each person's cell phone.
Bruce could feel his heart beating out of his chest, the sight of the bus lying on the ground, burned and destroyed was enough to make his heart stop, Damian was in no different situation, all he could think about was your face, scared and afraid of him.
He wanted to see you.
Everyone wanted to see you, but it was too late.
The hurricane passed and destroyed everything
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ā€œThis morning, news shook all of Gotham, a bus destined for New York was intentionally unloaded in the middle of the road. In total, of the twenty-two passengers, five were injured and seven were kidnapped, among those kidnapped was the second youngest daughter of the great businessman Bruce Wayne, (Name) Wayne, the police are investigating the case-ā€ the television was turned off by Jason, who threw the remote control hard on the couch, now with all the brothers gathered (Barbara, Cass, Stephanie and Duke there too) they were waiting for news from Bruce, who went to a press conference to speak at home with Alfred. Dick, trying to calm his brother, approached him and put his hand on his shoulder ā€œJason, we're going to find her-ā€
ā€œAre we going to find her? She might be dead now!ā€ Jason said without thinking, but the mood in the room dropped even more than it already was. Both the guilt and the despair of losing you were what terrified not only Jason, but everyone in that room.
ā€œSheā€™s not dead.ā€ Damian was the one who calmed the situation, approaching the two of them. ā€œYou saw it yourself, she was taken, but sheā€™s alive.ā€
ā€œAnd who can guarantee that sheā€™s not dead, huh, demon?ā€ The youngest Wayne narrowed his eyes. Jason was right too. Who can guarantee that sheā€™s not already dead? Who can guarantee that sheā€™s not already six feet under, buried?
ā€œ(Name) isnā€™t dead.ā€ Bruce and Alfred entered the mansion. Wayneā€™s suit was all wrinkled, but he didnā€™t care. Maybe it was because he had more important things to worry about. ā€œShe isnā€™t dead, and weā€™re going to find her.ā€
ā€œEven if itā€™s just her corpse.ā€
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kurigohan0909 Ā· 1 day ago
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Rewatching Link Click: Easter eggs in your noodle soup?
So I've just finished watching both seasons of Link Click/ShĆ­guāng DĆ ilĒ-rĆ©n, which means that obviously I'm watching it all over again. What did you expect me to do, sit around waiting for Bridon arc while the Bilibili official account taunts us with replays??
Besides, Link Click is one of those dishes that is best served twice. The early episodes are packed with hints and foreshadowing that only become clear once you've gotten up to date, so I've made it my mission to catch 'em all.
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You don't say.
It's well known that certain early mini-arcs (for instance Chen Xiao's basketball match, and Doudou's kidnapping) have implications for the larger plotline or at least contain important exposition/character insights that the story would not feel complete without. There are also several that get written off as filler, or are generally considered to not have any purpose beyond familiarising the audience with the characters and setup, and lulling you into a false sense of comfort before everything goes to shit. Episode 2: Secret Recipe, AKA the Noodle Lesbians episode, beloved as it is, tends to fall into the second category.
Or does it?
On a rewatch, I still don't think it does anything to advance the main plot. We don't even really know where it fits into the timeline, because we're never told what day it is and Lu Guang's watch is never shown on screen (I'll get around to a longer analysis of this another day). However, I'm instead inclined to believe that it's one of the most important episodes in the show - if not THE most important - because it's essentially an allegory for the story of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang, and gives you a bird's eye view of how the relationship between them is going to develop - which, as you know, is what the show is all about. And the fact that it's not situated in a specific time, in a show that cares heavily about timeline construction, makes it better.
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The episode starts with this quote from German photographer August Sander, who believed that, through photography, he could reveal the characteristic traits of people. "The portrait is your mirror. It's you." It's pretty explicit, when you think about it. This episode is a mirror of the entire series, specifically of its protagonists.
Moving on. The episode's storyline is quite simple: two college "roommates" start a noodle shop together, and as time passes, they drift apart and eventually fall out as their priorities change. Yu Xia, the business-oriented one between them, wants to get hold of the secret ingredient used by Lin Zhen, to whose cooking the shop attributes its success. Does Yu Xia really want to steal the secret recipe? Or is it just one of the many things that the quieter Lin Zhen keeps hidden from her that she desperately wants to know, along with everything that went wrong between them? Your guess is as good as mine. Either way, there are lots of indirect parallels between Xialin of the noodle shop and Shiguang of the photo studio, even if for now they're very distinct individuals with their own personalities and struggles. It does, however, give some indication of what's to come.
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This question isn't purely rhetorical, as we find out in the very next arc, where Cheng Xiaoshi has a fight with Lu Guang over letting his client's loved ones perish in the Wenchuan earthquake. Even if they eventually come to a consensus, they have fundamentally different life philosophies and approach their missions in very different ways. Cheng Xiaoshi is a hyperempathetic idealist who keeps trying to use his forays back into the past to fix his clients' personal problems, while Lu Guang remains utterly indifferent and staunchly against interfering, even in life-or-death situations. Which turns out to be a facade, because we later learn that he's just as much of a meddler as Cheng Xiaoshi - except he's focused on a singular, selfish goal, which is to keep Cheng Xiaoshi alive at any cost.
Let's go back to the noodle shop. After ten years of running the business together, it becomes clear that the ladies' aspirations are no longer compatible. Yu Xia has big plans for the shop. She wants to broaden their customer base - for profit, of course, but also so that more people can be made happy by the chance to taste their noodles. Lin Zhen's dreams, however, are on a smaller scale - perhaps only on a personal scale. Throughout the episode, it seems that she only really cares about making noodles for one person.
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Sound familiar?
At the risk of digressing, it needs to be said that Yu Xia and Lin Zhen are absolutely very much a WLW couple. This isn't bait, it's elegant and really quite unsubtle queercoding that says 'to hell with censorship' loud and clear. Honeymoon jokes, the taxi driver assuming Lin Zhen had fought with her husband, and Lin Zhen's very bold attempts at flirting... we see you.
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More to the point of this post, I think it's important to point out that Lin Zhen does not actually care for too many people other than Yu Xia. She's all worn out from making noodles for customers, but she forgets all about that when it's time to make a bowl for Yu Xia. She also keeps her special ingredient - which is one of the secrets she shares with Yu Xia, as we find out - highly guarded. She's never going to let these pesky reporters in on something so intimate.
Why is this important? Because, as it turns out, the episode's storyline - and Lin Zhen's motives - are all about saving Yu Xia.
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We learn that the secret ingredient is a local specialty from Yu Xia's hometown. Lin Zhen has been using it for years, keeping the taste of home alive while Yu Xia's drifted further and further from home to the point where she can no longer remember where the ingredient came from. At the end of it all, when Yu Xia returns home, she finds Lin Zhen there waiting for her. Lin Zhen, mind you, does not hail from the same town. The girls met in college. It's home to her simply because it's Yu Xia's home.
This comes directly after a pilot episode that establishes the contrast between urban isolation and rural/familial warmth, through Emma's eyes, and in a show that continually reinforces the concept of longing for home and loved ones. By forcing Yu Xia to reevaluate her priorities, Lin Zhen manages to bring her back home - which is a place that includes herself.
Perhaps it's too early to say. But to me, it's a pretty neat thematic parallel of Lu Guang's solo quest to save Cheng Xiaoshi from death; which is intertwined with a greater goal of giving Cheng Xiaoshi a home, one that is safe and secure and surrounds him with those that love him and are there to stay.
But in the process of achieving this, one of his biggest obstacles is Cheng Xiaoshi himself - his insistence on interfering with the timeline so that Lu Guang can't predict events with certainty, his objections to the way Lu Guang does things, and the definite resistance Lu Guang will come up against if Cheng Xiaoshi learns about his plan. Pretty much every minor mission they undertake is a rehash of the same argument; Cheng Xiaoshi wants to use their combined powers to make a difference to other people's lives, and Lu Guang just has one goal in mind which means that he's going to ignore absolutely everyone else.
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Notice how Yu Xia's looking to the future, while Lin Zhen's dream is to go back to a point in the past? Neat.
And when they finally part ways because it's clear Yu Xia is not going to support Lin Zhen's goal? Yu Xia asks her where she's going to go after they part ways, and Lin Zhen says:
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I wonder where we've heard that before.
And if you need any more proof that this episode is in fact intended to be a mirror, do consider:
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Their seating positions are mirrored too. Yeeeeaaaaaahhhh.
In conclusion: if this allegory is to be believed, then trust that Lu Guang will eventually succeed in his mission and Cheng Xiaoshi will find his way home to him. It'll happen, guys. In the meantime, at least our beloved noodle ladies will be living a peaceful life out in the countryside.
Since I don't know how to shut up and this website seems to be giving me infinite space to yap, let me include some more details about this episode that I found cool. There are so many.
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Lin Zhen and Lu Guang are both shown while this line is being said. What with all that the fragrant flowers represent, it makes you think about what these characters' best memories might be and how much they treasure them.
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This is such a tiny detail that you'd almost definitely miss it on the first watch, and it seems insignificant - until it isn't. When Cheng Xiaoshi hops into the girls' picture taken during their college days, he screws up and suggests they'd be better off dabbling in tech stuff like apps or intelligent management than running a noodle shop. Lu Guang makes him quickly eat his words, but they seem to have still struck a chord with Yu Xia - because later we see that she works over years to integrate an intelligent supply chain management system into their business. In fact, one of the reasons for Lin Zhen to alienate herself from the business is because she feels like it's gotten too techy and lost its human touch. Not really fair considering it was her own idea, is it?
I mean. This is probably a stretch. Digitization is pretty inevitable for big businesses nowadays, so Yu Xia, being as enterprising as she is, might have gone for it whether Lin Zhen suggested it or not. But it's interesting to think that it might be Cheng Xiaoshi's tiny alteration of the past that unfurled outwards like a hurricane from the beating of a butterfly's wing and catalysed their falling out. Especially because these kinds of bootstrap phenomena very much occur in later episodes and are a core feature of Link Click's time travel model.
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Some suspicious behaviour on Lu Guang's part. He's quite certain there are no useful clues in the last picture Yu Xia and Lin Zhen took in front of their shop, despite it being the only one taken by Lin Zhen (seriously! you could go to her house, look through her phone, the possibilities are endless!) and the fact that this is the photo Cheng Xiaoshi did end up solving the mystery in, thanks to the ticket stubs he found in her purse (see?) Secondly, they outright miss a picture in the envelope - the most important picture of all which would have given them the answer right away, since this was when the fragrant flowers were first used. Not your best work, Lu Guang.
...or is it? Lu Guang is pretty meticulous, and it's unlike him to slip up in such obvious ways. He's also skilled at slipping things back into envelopes when he doesn't want them to be seen, as we know. Could it be that he didn't want Cheng Xiaoshi to solve the mystery? But why? Maybe it's metaphorical, like so much else of this episode: he doesn't want Cheng Xiaoshi to uncover his true intentions. The fact that all this is ultimately for his sake.
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Interestingly, Lu Guang was very dejected at the idea of them seemingly being out of luck - they'd tried so many times and failed to fulfill the mission. Was he, perhaps, thinking about another mission he'd hate to fail? Anyway, it falls to Cheng Xiaoshi to cheer him up and give him hope for another try, which he accepts, with a small but genuine smile. My heart.
If you've scrolled this far, I'm glad you enjoyed my ramblings! I must say I don't know much about how Tumblr works so apologies if I mess up on formatting or tags, but I'll probably get the hang of it soon enough. I'll also probably end up enjoying Tumblr more than Twitter since it allows me unfettered yap space and won't feed my writing to the machine (yet). It's late and I should probably stop stop thinking bout it around now... but look forward to more random ramblings and thank you for reading!
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deanvhs Ā· 2 days ago
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cruising ā€” dean winchester
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content / you and dean get in a fight when she starts getting angry for no reason.
warnings / transfem!dean winchester, internalised homophobia, John hates his kids, angst, implied smut.
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ā€œCā€™mon, De.ā€ You frown, moving closer on the bed. Sam was out getting dinner so you and Dean had the motel room all to yourselves. You even kissed Samā€™s cheek goodbye to ask him if he can take Baby out for a few spins. Thankfully he agreed, but now Deanā€™s rejecting your advances. Since when?
ā€œNo! I already told you, the walls are too damn thin in here.ā€ Your patience is running thin. Seriously since when does the infamous Dean Winchester care about the staff knocking your door? Or some angry neighbors? Dean once fucked you in the Imapala on a highway, youā€™re not sure thatā€™s the real reason.
ā€œYouā€™re lying to me, honey.ā€ Her face visibly softens at your words but she stands up anyways, taking off her jacket. Youā€™d all got back from the successful hunt hours ago and showered but somehow Dean had wrapped herself in Samā€™s jacket the second she came out of the shower. It was confusing now that sheā€™s taking it off. This whole thing was confusing.Ā 
ā€œDean, look, Iā€™m not pressuring you or anything, but youā€™re lying to me. You love post-hunt sex. Youā€™re the one who always initiates it too so I thought Iā€™d give you a surprise, you know? But if it isnā€™t what you want, I understandā€”ā€
ā€œItā€™s not like that!ā€ Youā€™re waiting for her to elaborate and when she doesnā€™t, you sigh. Great, youā€™re both getting nowhere in this conversation. ā€œIā€™m going out.ā€ She mumbles before walking out of the motel room and slamming the door behind her.Ā 
Another very stable, very productive conversation in the Winchester household. You tie your hair back and put a coat on before running out after her. Baby isnā€™t anywhere near here so the only other place sheā€™d be is the vending machine. Itā€™s kind of like trying to find a twelve year old in an arcade.Ā 
There she is, in all her glory, frowning at the vending machine like itā€™s personally offended her (youā€™re sure all it did was its job, but oh well). ā€œHey, Dee.ā€ You sigh into the space between you when youā€™re close enough to touch her biceps, interlocking your arm in hers. ā€you okay?ā€
ā€œā€˜M fuckinā€™ peachy.ā€
ā€œWhat you are is mean.ā€ You scoff, but itā€™s only half hearted. You want to help her, not blame her. ā€œAnd youā€™re also a big liar who wonā€™t tell me whatā€™s wrong so I can make it better.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re not my damn guardian, you donā€™t need to knowā€”ā€
ā€œPlease, Dean.ā€ You exhale, tired. ā€œJust humor me.ā€
She seems to have finally given up on her quest to be unbearing. ā€œWhatever. You justā€” I donā€™t want to have sex, okay?ā€
ā€œTotally understandable, can I know why? I wonā€™t try to change your mind, I would just like to know the reason.ā€
She rolls her eyes, hits the vending machine one more time so a chocolate bar drops down along with your favorite juice box. When youā€™re twenty something, you learn to enjoy the finer things in life like juice boxes and chocolates rather than beer and whatever the hell else.
She leans down to grab them, hands you yours. You thank her with a kiss on her arm. ā€œBaby.ā€ It comes out like a plea more than a warning.Ā 
ā€œYou do this thing.ā€ She mumbles, looking down at her chocolate bar to open it. Your heart clenched before she could even keep going, an ugly emotion tugging on your chest. You do this thing?Ā 
Sure, youā€™re new to the whole relationship thing as a hunter and especially with Dean. Deanā€™sā€¦ not what you expected at all when you first saw her. You didnā€™t even know she was a her until very very later on. Even Sam found out later than you. She somehow feels like she doesnā€™t deserve to be called that, like her dad would kill her and if he wouldnā€™t approve she canā€™t possibly do it behind his back.Ā 
But John can go fuck himself for all you care (heā€™s dead anyways so it isnā€™t like he can object), you love Dean. She deserves everything in this world and the nextā€” she fucking died for her brother, itā€™s unreal that she would think she doesnā€™t deserve the simple act of being who she truly is.
ā€œHey? Hey, you with me? Sweetheart?ā€ You focus back on Dean with a small pout you didnā€™t notice was on your face till now. ā€œWhereā€™d you go?ā€
ā€œSorry. What were you saying?ā€
ā€œOh, uh, you just say this thingā€” you call me something and I donā€™t know, just donā€™t thinkā€”ā€
ā€œDean, if I have ever made you uncomfortable during sex you have to tell me. I canā€™t believe youā€™d ever keep that from me.ā€ Deanā€™s a pretty soft lover, youā€™d learned quickly, while she does enjoy to get with every woman she laid eyes on before she had you, she isnā€™t rough with them, sheā€™ll make sure theyā€™re ready first, very giving, and take her time.Ā 
You canā€™t possibly think of anything youā€™d do to make her not want to sleep with youā€¦ youā€™re pretty sure youā€™re the first person in her life sheā€™s ever been fully transparent with and you thought thatā€™s a good thing, you thought you handled it pretty well, but maybe you were wrong.
She clears her throat, still not looking you in the eye, the wrappers off the chocolate but itā€™s clear sheā€™s using it as a distraction, ā€œyou, uh, call me stuff. Stuff like, i don't know, pretty girl or whatever.ā€
Oh.
ā€œOh. Iā€™mā€”ā€ God, you feel like an idiot. A stupid fucking idiot for ever assuming sheā€™d be okay with pet names. Sheā€™s just as new to this as you are, youā€™re the first person sheā€™s ever expressed herself with and youā€™re ruining it for her. You need air. Even if youā€™re outsideā€” fuck. ā€œDean, Iā€™m sorry, I had no idea you didnā€™t like it and you shouldā€™ve told me the first time!ā€ Though, youā€™d only slept together a handful of times since sheā€™s come out to you, ā€œI donā€™t ever want to make you uncomfortable and Iā€™m so sorry I didā€”ā€
Her face contorts as she shakes her head, waving her hand around, ā€œā€˜s fine.ā€ She dismisses and you can practically feel how red your cheeks are with shame. So fucking stupid. For embarrassing her. For making the one thing she always made sure was comfortable for you, unenjoyable for her. Dean wonā€™t die without sex but she fucking loves it and, you ruined it for her.Ā 
ā€œSorry, Dean.ā€ You mutter again before turning around and running back to your room. This is allā€” way too much, is what is it. You canā€™t think properly with her standing right in front of you not looking you in the fucking eyes. Sheā€™s the Dean Winchester. Forget the sexy reputation, what about the hunter one?Ā  Sheā€™s never acted like this before and now itā€™s because of you.Ā 
She trusted you with the most important thing in her life, her identity, and youā€”
A loud, aggressive knock sounds on the door and your hand instantly hovers over your gun. It happens one more time before you have it aimed at the door, waiting for the intruder to come in, drying the tears that were welling up in your eyes. ā€œCome in!ā€
ā€œI would, donā€™t have the key though.ā€Ā 
Oh, itā€™s Dean. You put the weapon back where it belongs (though you keep a hand on it in case you need it) before opening the door. ā€œHey, sweetheart.ā€ She says sweetly, her smile kind of watery. Is that because of you too? Great. Youā€™re doing real well in the girlfriend department.
ā€œHi, sorry, I totally forgot I had it.ā€Ā 
ā€œā€˜S fine, donā€™t worry about it.ā€ She shuts the door behind her, her back against the wood as she looks down on you. Youā€™re about to pull away from the whole interaction, say youā€™re tired or something, before she pulls you back in, both hands on your waist. ā€œHey, cā€™mon, itā€™s okay, weā€™re okay, right?ā€
ā€œYeah, I didnā€™t, didnā€™t mean to make you think we werenā€™t. Iā€™m justā€” disappointed in myself, I guess. And sad. You shouldā€™ve told me, Iā€™ve said it a hundred time since you first came out and I didnā€™t even think of how it would affect you. You know how much I love calling you different things and I donā€™t know, I guess it slipped out and it was so selfishā€”ā€
ā€œI love it.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œThe names? Love them. All of them. Every single thing you call me makes me stop breathinā€™ for a second ā€˜cause I canā€™t believe how goddamn lucky I am to have you.ā€ You're breathingā€™s not supposed to be this fast, right? ā€œIt makes meā€¦ God, makes me crazy thinkinā€™ of you saying those words but I canā€™t, sweetheart, okay? As much as I love ā€˜em, theyā€™re notā€” me. Theyā€™re not who I am.ā€
ā€œBecause you donā€™t feel like thatā€™s who you are or because of the whole ā€˜you donā€™t deserveā€™ them thing because Iā€™m telling you now, if itā€™s the second one, Iā€™m going to be really mad at you.ā€ When she doesnā€™t respond, tightens her lips, you frown. ā€œDean, seriously?ā€
ā€œLookā€”ā€
You donā€™t let her get the words in before youā€™re crashing your lips onto hers, your hands running through her hair while she kisses you back just as passionately, just as hard and wanting. She pushes off the door to slam you into it so sheā€™s more in control, like she always is. ā€œDee,ā€ you whisper into her lips and she pulls back with an urgent nod, all signs of hesitation erased from her eyes. ā€œI love you.ā€
And maybe itā€™s the wrong thing to say, sheā€™s not usually the type of girl and you know that, but she has to hear it. Has to hear it from you. ā€œLove you so so much, dee. You know that, right?ā€ She nods quickly like she wants the conversation to be over so she attaches her lips back onto yours before you pull away again.
ā€œSo tonightā€™s ā€˜bout you, pretty girl.ā€ Her breath hitches and you see her eyebrows furrow ever so slightly as you stand on your toes to kiss between them. ā€œBaby, Iā€™m not gonna let you keep thinking that crap. No one on earth deserves this more than you, okay? And if you feel uncomfortable, or you change your mind, sure, weā€™ll stop, but it sure as hell wonā€™t be because of your screwed up perception of yourself.ā€
She nods, almost mezmorized and leans back in. Her soft lips against yours, so fucking beautiful and the way her fingers work delicately to remove your shirt, succeeding as she moves on to the bra straps. Despite the same hands hunting monsters and sometimes the devil himself, sheā€™s so patient and soft with you, her little moans as your hand moves down to graze her clothes cock, her green orbs flashing you when she opens her eyes to tell you ā€˜bedā€™ as if you didnā€™t just say that youā€™re in change tonight.
Technically, you did say itā€™s about her, and if the way she likes it is by being in control, you donā€™t mind givinā€™ it to her one bit. As long as you get to praise her all the way through it.Ā 
She kisses down your neck, biting down a little on your sensitive areas, earning moans that make you arch your back, mostly try for some friction. She smiles against your skin, moving further down till she gets to your bra, removes it completely and latches onto your nipple, ā€œfuck, dee, yes. so pretty, so gorgeous for me, makinā€™ me feel good, ah!ā€ She takes your other one between her fingers and you canā€™t help the sounds escaping you. She pulls away to tsk.Ā 
ā€œKeep quiet, sweetheart. Wasnā€™t jokinā€™ about those thin walls.ā€ Unfortunately for you, by thin she means you can hear the teenage boy and his parents talking through the wall right behind you. So, itā€™s practically a closet door between the two rooms but you couldnā€™t care less. And she seems to only care to shut you up with her mouth.
Except she doesnā€™t. She comes back up, your skin itching with her sudden withdrawal. Before you can protest she has her thumb sit king your lips, ā€œnow, sweetheart, whatā€™d I say?ā€Ā 
ā€œI need to be quiet.ā€ She smirks down at you, nodding, waiting for you to continue, ā€œā€˜nd I wasnā€™t quiet.ā€
ā€œMm,ā€ she brushes her thumb against your lips one more time before she slips it past them, your teeth grazing it before she lays it flat on your tongue and your first instinct is to bring your hands up to her wrist, wrapping around it to keep her in place, and sucking. ā€œFuck, baby.ā€
She groans, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead then going back to your neck, pulling all kinds of pretty moans.Ā 
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Needless to say, the night turns out great, no thanks to her communication skills. And you tell her as much when youā€™re both relaxing on the bed after, youā€™re still catching your breath in her arms and sheā€™s smiling down at you, plants one last kiss to your hair.
ā€œYou know this couldā€™ve all been easily avoided if weā€™d just talked, right?ā€ She huffs from above you and itā€™s quite painfully the most obvious reaction sheā€™s ever had. Deanā€™s angry. Maybe not at this exact moment, and not burning red, but she is. Sheā€™s not comfortable in her own skin most of the time and itā€™s no longer because she hasnā€™t come out, itā€™s because she did.Ā 
She did, she has people who love and support her and she canā€™t stand that. She thought the second she came out with you and her brother would flee the country and maybe boo at her, but the fact that you both stayed eats at her more than sheā€™d ever admitā€” she feels like a fraud. A failure as an older sisterā€” older brother.Ā 
And whatā€™s worse is that she knows sheā€™s as transparent as glass with you, that youā€™re reading her every thought right now without even looking her in the face. ā€œDean, cā€™mon, honey, you canā€™t keep thinkinā€™ like thisā€” or I mean, technically you can, free will and all, but Iā€™d rather you not.ā€ You donā€™t repeat the three words you want to so desperately say, you know sheā€™s reached her quota on chick-flicks. ā€œIā€™m gonna keep calling you these names because you like them. And because they make you feel like yourself and I simply do not care what you say after that.ā€
She has nothing to say anyways, just closes her eyes and rests her head on yours, hoping youā€™ll still be there in the morning.
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difference for me between calling transfem Sam and Dean pretty girl and them freaking out is that Sam (as always) is self deprecating and doesnā€™t feel like she deserves that. She doesnā€™t feel pretty and she doesnā€™t feel like she deserves having someone she loves lying to her. For dean, although sheā€™s pretty self deprecating herself, itā€™s mostly about John. Like most of where her trauma stems from, she canā€™t understand why the person she loves would ever say that to her knowing itā€™s not right and itā€™s unclean to be anything other than the biggest guy in the room. And sure she came out, and shes comfortable with you and Sam and maybe sheā€™ll even tell cas one day, but she values her reputation above all because thatā€™s what John taught her. Thanks for listeningĀ  to my Ted talk, please buy a cookie on your way out!!!
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kyouka-supremacy Ā· 13 days ago
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Well.
#(I'm back)#It was. Uhm. A chapter#First of all: I'm ENDLESSLY GRATEFUL to the person who sent me the translation basically as soon as the chapter came out.#I even did like 90% of typesetting but didn't finish it because I had to go out#(aka with my friends were literally knocking out at my room and I couldn't make it any more late lol)#Mixed feelings about it? Mostly because there's so much exposition... I'll need to reread it another three times before it sinks in#The color page is AMAZING 10000000000000/10 I love my sskks so much they're so cute I love them so much they're so cute.#Easily the best part of the chapter.#The color page was? Very very pretty too? Like a lot more than usual if you ask me! I can't wait for the volume cover šŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗ#It should come out soon shouldn't it? Usually color spreads / pages open the volume...#Akutagawa fake dying again is funny. Like it isssss but also. Idk it's a little lame how we're changing the pov from ss/kk again :/#I can't even tell if I'm being biased or if it's an actual storytelling critique. I don't care right now I just want to see Akutagawaā€“#being cool rather than. You know. Dead on the ground.#That said! It's also very funny and touches my sense of humor precisely.#Like yeah Akutagawa being like the second strongest pm member and overall one of the most powerful ability user in the worldā€“#that everyone fears (and I know he is! He is indeed for real!)#And yet he always ends up face to the ground šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚ Like if we don't count the ss/kk fights he literally only ever won against Hawthorne.#And even then he failed to kill him and Mitchell. It's so funny to me. I love him. He's so pathetic#ā€œWow! Akutagawa is so cool and invincible now!ā€ *ends up biting the dust not even two chapters later*#It's okay because I love him. He's very very powerful and he's also very very pathetic I love that for him#That said :/ I don't really care about Fukuzawa :/ Idk :/ Like :/#Don't get me wrong I LOVE Fukuzawa (I don't. I'm mostly neutral towards him) but this is the ss/kk moment man :/ Whatchu doin#That's about it. Let's see what the next chapter brings!#Everything accounted for I'm glad there wasn't like. A ss/kk kiss or any other big big ss/kk moment#(although Atsushi admiring Akutagawa and thinking about his eyes has its fair share of neatness to it!!)#Because with everything going on this evening I really would have been let down to miss it#But I keep hope for the next chapters!! Please...#random rambles#Had tons of fun typesetting! Even though I don't think there's a point in posting it now. But would love to do it again in the future!#bsd spoilers
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good-beanswrites Ā· 9 months ago
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I wanted to bring up a silly ship idea. Just for fun.
03, 06, 09, 10
Was this before Kotoko attacked them? After? I dunno.
Thoughts?
YES the cringefail 20yo polycule šŸ‘šŸ‘šŸ‘ Thank you for the request! I've seen a lot about the individual pairs, so it was really fun to think about all their dynamics together! I have a set of hcs that could work in the current canon Milgram, and then a normal au set because it's so fun thinking about them :3
Milgram-focused
The Iā€™m-a-loner-whoā€™s-doing-it-for-justice-donā€™t-TOUCH-me pair finally meet their match when confronted with the I-loved-someone-so-much-and-donā€™t-plan-on-stopping pair. They all go into the relationship with grand ideas of love: they think itā€™s all heroic acts of saving, massive gestures or love, and dramatic confessions. Over time, they realize the real heroism/romance is in the little things.Ā 
Mahiru has her hands full with three people who neglect themselves for the sake of their work/interests, but she always loves feeding them and helping give them what they need. In turn, they can give her more affection and attention than she could ever ask for. They make sure someone is always around to spend time with her.
Each of the three is a perfect match for dealing with Johnā€™s reveal. Mahiru is calming and helps tone down Mikotoā€™s initial stress. Fuuta is honest and will help Mikoto finally confront his own situation and move forward. And since Kotoko can match his strength, Mikoto doesnā€™t need to be afraid of accidentally hurting anyone. Mikoto becomes less stressed with the overall situation as well as more accepting of himself/John.
I always love the idea that Fuuta is secretly starstruck by Kotoko and Johnā€™s strength. Heā€™ll never admit how much he admires their ability to stand up and fight. He feels really safe around them. Heā€™s glad to have the opportunity to fight for someone else, too ā€“ he likes to be Mahiruā€™s self-proclaimed protector and hero. (Even though most of the time she can stand up for herself, she still likes letting him take care of her.)
Kotokoā€™s experiences let her hold solid conversations with everyone. Sheā€™s similar enough to Fuuta where they share some interests (social issues, schooling, etc.) She understands hard work and burnout to earn Mikotoā€™s respect. She understands physical strength to earn Johnā€™s. She has a lot of people-knowledge, so she can gossip and talk about Tokyo life to Mahiru (Mappiā€™s doing most of the ā€˜gossiping,ā€™ but Kotoko has solid additions). She's a good listener and has a good memory, so everyone feels heard by her.
They start to rub off on each other. Mahiru and Mikoto learn to be a bit tougher in standing up for herself. Fuuta, John, and Kotoko learn to take a breath before jumping right to violence. They stay very much who they are, but pick up on just a few habits that make their lives easier.
Their styles also influence one another: Fuuta gets pointers from all three about piercing his ears (though it takes him a long time to get up the nerve to do it). Mahiru helps the others dress more trendy and boost their confidence, and they teach her to worry less about her appearance and relax more.Ā 
If they get together T1, Kotoko is shocked by the T1 verdicts. She might pull away from everyone in initial horror, but after developing a relationship ahead of time, she doesnā€™t follow through with her attacks. If not, then maybe in T3 when Kotoko is suffering from her guilty verdict, Mahiru and Mikoto are able to bridge the gap and develop a friendship, leading to more. Fuuta would take longer to come around, but I think seeing Kotoko got through the same pain as him, his hero instincts would kick in and heā€™d gradually help.Ā 
Normal-au
Mahiru once again tries out her loversā€™ interests, and gets a bunch of new hobbies. Fuuta teaches her to game, she works out with Kotoko, and she tries out photography with Mikoto. She becomes close with Fuutaā€™s beautician sister, and enjoys bonding over fashion and hair. She helps redye Mikotoā€™s hair, and give the other two pointers on style now and then. When going to nicer events, she and Mikoto have to step in and stop the others from their sneaker/hoodie combos. As the only one with a license, sheā€™s the designated driver at all events, but doesnā€™t mind.Ā 
Fuuta uses his tech skills to set up social media accounts for the others. He helps Mahiru network her flower shop, fighting anyone who leaves a bad comment/review. He helps set up a complex online portfolio for Mikoto. He and Kotoko still have a passion for justice, and he becomes the tech brains behind her vigilante operations (very Ron Stoppable - Kim Possible) Itā€™s not necessarily healthy growth, but theyā€™re happy with it lmao
Mikoto is the only full-time worker, the others are all still in university, and he makes sure to keep them all on track. He knows the most efficient tricks and cheats about getting papers done, pulling all-nighters, and cramming before an exam. The others have learned to spot when heā€™s burning himself out for others, and will stop him when he tries to take on too much. Theyā€™ll take care of him and force him to rest. While he can still get into a bit of trouble, John learns to call them first and get some help.Ā 
Kotoko has trained herself to find people and information easily to catch criminals, but she finds use for it in much more mundane ways ā€“ she tracks down clients for Mahiru, snoops around Mikotoā€™s company to make sure heā€™s being treated right, and keeps an eye out for the people Fuuta is calling out and/or hanging out with. She goes on runs with Mahiru, and bike rides with Mikoto. Fuuta tags along sometimes to strengthen his legs for soccer.Ā 
Thereā€™s definitely potential for them all to have their murders pre- or mid- relationship, and they help one another improve themselves and heal. Iā€™m also a sucker for the relationship itself to cause them to change their ways and narrowly avoid the murder in the first place. (For the latter, Mahiru would ironically be the last to join the relationship, since sheā€™d still be with her bf until the other three inspire her to break it off with him gently.)
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buckyalpine Ā· 10 months ago
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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.
Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse heā€™s been eyeing from the day he started. Youā€™re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.
You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.
Bucky was in love.
ā€œWell arenā€™t you a sight for sore eyesā€ he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"
ā€œI see your injury hasnā€™t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"
ā€œCā€™mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.
"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.
He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.
How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.
So much closer.
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"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"
You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.
ā€œAnd what hurts nowā€ you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.
"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"
"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.
All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-
ā€œHelp your Sergeant out dollā€ He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"
You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.
ā€œY-yes Sergeant Barnesā€
His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.
"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.
Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.
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You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.
"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.
"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.
You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.
"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"
He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.
"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.
"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.
But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.
If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.
You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.
"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.
Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.
Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-
ā€œGonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?ā€ He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.
ā€œYes!!ā€ You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"
"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.
"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.
"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .
ā€œYā€™know mā€™gonna marry youā€ his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, ā€œafter all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that fingerā€
His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.
ā€œWhat is it loveā€ Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.
ā€œDo you mean it? After this is all over?ā€ You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-
"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"
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And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.
There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.
It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.
The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.
Everything was perfecttt.
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