#passion and fire and water and I will never stop thinking of how these movies hold a conversation with each other.

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The Half of It (2020) dir. Alice Wu

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma

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Yes, it really does.

Nothing exemplifies this more than the fact that the friggin Air Nomad Genocide was not directed, acted, and shot as a horrible, cruel massacre from the POV of the people being slaughtered, but instead as an adrenaline rushing action scene where Sozin has a DBZ-esque fire shield that somehow deflects wind (???). Nothing but a power fantasy. Think about how war is depicted in other movies and shows. Think about what film does when we are supposed to empathize with the ones being aggressed upon versus the aggressors. Then see what NATLA chose.

Or how about the fact that Aang has none of his motivations for The Guru set up? As others have artfully and comedically pointed out:

Or how about the water sibs?

Katara who has lost all of her anger, her passion, her idealism, her inner strength and perseverance, her dedication to never turning her back on people who need her no matter the risks. She’s now… a mild mannered a girl with all the personality of cardboard who constantly gets belittled by not only her brother but also the narrative which actively agrees with him! Even her trauma is made a mockery of. Kya’s death is now not only made her fault for recklessly trying to bend when she was told to hide, when it wasn’t before, they also place this highly traumatic incident before Sokka’s big traumatic memory of… kinda disappointing his dad one time because he botched a coming of age ritual. In the language of film, stakes are meant to escalate. By placing Katara witnessing her mother be burned alive before Sokka overhears dad saying he’s disappointed, they’re putting more importance and emphasis on Sokka’s trauma. How is that not the ultimate undermining of Katara’s trauma and loss? The entire show, she never once even mentions her mother’s necklace. There isn’t time to dwell on anything about her. Even when she gets to the North, she doesn’t get her moment to earn her place. She just IS a master. Oh well. What a waste of Kiawentiio’s acting talent. Everyone who came away from NATLA thinking she can’t act? I implore you to check out Anne with an E. She’s phenomenal!

Meanwhile, the show can’t stop kissing Sokka’s ass for five seconds at the expense of everyone and everything else. No longer is he the neurotic, sexist, xenophobic kid just doing his best to keep them all alive while slowly realizing that his ideas about what it means to be a man are phony and based on nothing but his desperation to live up to his father and protect his remaining family and tribe. No longer is he a wannabe warrior who has to learn not only how to fight but the respect and discipline and responsibility that come with being a leader. No, now he really is just the leader of his tribe, constantly talks down to his sister (which the narrative agrees he’s correct to do because it’s completely devalued the labor Katara does now, something the original NEVER did and took great pains to explain the sacrifices Katara made for her brother and tribe, to the point of missing a lot of her childhood), and yet every single character just cannot stop telling him how great he is! Suki doesn’t humble him anymore. Now she is thirsting over him with zero self respect like a vapid horndog ON SIGHT. She thanks HIM for bringing the world to her—instead of Aang, the living embodiment of her idol Kyoshi—when in the original she was the one who opened Sokka’s eyes! Even Yue dumps her chad fiancé the moment she meets Sokka in the spirit world! And even after she dies, Arnook doesn’t softly and quietly mourn Yue beside Sokka like he did in the original. No, now Arnook just HAS to reassure Sokka about how important HE is and how grateful he is that SOKKA was there. It’s beyond parody.

Don’t get me started on Zuko. We’ll be here all day picking apart how they removed all of Zuko’s moral ambiguity and complexity and had Iroh basically look into the camera and say “you owe Zuko your loyalty”. Gee, thanks! Being talked down to and spoon fed how to feel is SO much better than slowly watching him go from the angry, violent teen willing to burn down the homes of innocent civilians and threaten his own crew and Uncle, to the troubled young man forced to confront that everything he has ever believed is a lie. Nope! Why would we ever want tension or intrigue or meaningful development? He’s already had a meaningful conversation with Aang for some reason. Good luck justifying his betrayal in Book 2 now.

And poor Azula. If it isn’t enough that the fandom can’t decide whether she’s the embodiment of psychopathic evil or a helpless little meow meow (spoilers: it’s neither), now NATLA has to join in on completely reducing and misinterpreting one of the most complex and fascinating characters in the entire franchise. Far from the cool, calculating, clever prodigy that keeps her insecurities and vulnerabilities hidden beneath a mask of unshakable perfection, making her eventual breakdown and the reveal of her true feelings all the more powerful, now they’ve turned her into what Zuko was supposed to be! Volatile, angry, openly insecure, jealous of her brother’s success, constantly venting to anyone who will listen about her problems.

Bold of them to have kid Zuko beat Ozai in the Agni Kai though. Yeah, I’m sooo scared of Ozai after seeing his teen son get the better of him and only lose because he didn’t have the stomach to finish it. Just awful. Writing 101 tells us not to undermine our final villain in the first season! Rest assured though, they’ve already gone ahead and ruined Toph ahead of time by needlessly stuffing in a plot from Book 2 about the Cave of Two Lovers! Only instead of sensing vibrations (you know, the way Toph uses seismic sense), the badger moles now sense “love”. I can’t wait to see Toph sensing love through her feet, I guess! Assuming they even keep her blind!

But hey, it was all worth it to have moon spirit Momo. I GUESS.

Listen, it’s true that changes will always be necessary for adaptations. There’s nothing wrong with making changes to suit a different medium. But needing changes is not an excuse for horrible, sexist, pro-imperialistic writing! However unintentional some of it may have been!

All this AND every single recognized Cherokee Nation has spoken out against Netflix casting Sokka’s actor, since he’s registered with an alleged pretendían tribe that siphons resources from actual Cherokee people without requiring any actual proof you’re Cherokee as long as you pay.

How much further from the spirit of the original could you get?

what’s so crazy abt natla is that the cast is so phenomenal. the show itself absolutely butchers the story in all aspects other than appearance. the heart of the entire show and the entire emotional arc of avatar, the family that the gaang becomes, is no where to be seen within the actual text of the show yet every interaction between the actors behind the scenes and on social media has that heart. it’s so sad to see actors that look exactly like their characters and who understand and care for their characters so deeply be given material that feels hollow and void of all of this. natla has an insane level of untapped potential buried beneath netflix’s terrible handling of the story and that’s what i find the most frustrating and upsetting.

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Oh man I'd love to see like rockstar!eddie buy his first big mansion with her and him wanting to have sex in every room. I just think it's so cute that she's his high-school sweetheart. I can just hear eddie being like "come on sweetheart heart let me eat you out infront of this big fire place tonight."

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

HE’LL MAKE HIS NO. 1 GOAL TO FUCK YOU IN EVERY ROOM IN THAT BIG-ASS MANSION. i fucking love him. 😵‍💫

nsfw/smut under the cut

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eddie couldn’t exactly remember the whole scenario when he bought his first mansion here in LA. the earliest year of new fame had him only remembering the concerts, parties, fans screaming and bombastic sex with his wife. but the memory was a very memorable one, it was the one he cherished the most. knowing he went from living in hawkins, in a little trailer park, selling drugs, trying to make a buck back then to now buying a mansion, his own mansion with his own earnings from his passion and career.

even though the memory of living in hawkins was a sour one to him, it was still an important one knowing his uncle was the one who raised him alone in that miserable town before he took off to pursue corroded coffin. and now he thanked wayne by buying him first a house in a nice neighborhood before the mansion, when he got his first paycheck after corroded coffin’s debut album skyrocketed to the charts of billboard’s top 100. he was feeling extra cheeky when wayne practically hugged him tight that day, crying on his shoulder. never had he seen his uncle cried like that. and a month after that, he bought the LA mansion. he could taste the memory of you right beside him that day, how much you two changed yet still the same old highschool sweethearts back in ‘86.

life seemed to be almost perfect until it cemented that very faithful day, when you two moved in the mansion—

“eds, eddie—“ you huffed, back arching, hands planted on the stone tiles. water splashing around inside of the indoor jacuzzi, steam heating both of your bodies as eddie thrusted roughly inside of you. hair in a man bun, sweat glistening as he focused his eyes on where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt. he was focused, he felt yourself tighten around him as his other hand detached from your ass, gliding down to rub on your clit. you gasped, grasping tightly on the floor as you let out whines as your breasts giggled at how rough he is.

well, he did say he was going to fuck you in every room in the mansion, wanting to bless it and all. it was a silly idea at first, but now it had you gasping at how relentless he is. and he was dead serious on making you cum right now.

“you close, baby?” he leaned down, still pounding into you, breathless and tone darker. you nodded as he kissed your neck, nipping the delicate skin as he worked his cock into you. you felt so tired as his other arm wrapped around your waist, leveraging you as you felt yourself slump a bit, a little too tired after fucking in the movie room and kitchen a while ago.

“you tired, huh?” he teasingly remarked. “don’t go slacking on me now, sweetheart. we still have 8 more rooms to go. i promised you to fuck you in every single one.”

“fuck me.” you muttered at that, how determined he is as eddie let out a laugh, roughly rubbing your clit as his cock abused your wet pussy making you cry out his name.

“i am.” he joked, gripping your boob as your brows furrowed at him. he continued his relentless pace, not stopping until the coil in your belly snapped and hot white enveloped your vision, cunt tightening around him as he let out a groan, following afterwards with one sharp thrust to shoot his load in your womb. water splashed everywhere as he gently let you go, making you slump at the wet tiles, panting breathlessly.

“fuck, that was so good, baby.” he leaned down to kiss your cheek as you groggily nodded, the cool air of the room sending shivers down your spine as his cum leaked out to drip down your inner thighs. eddie marveled at the sight of it making his spent cock slowly get hard again as he tapped your ass, wanting to move on to the next room making you groan loudly.

“c’mon, next room.”

“e-eddie, fuck you. i’m tired.” you pouted, slowly standing up to sit down back into the warm water as eddie stood up from the jacuzzi, getting a towel to wipe himself.

“but come on, sweetheart!” eddie protested, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you pinched his tummy making him yelp. “let me eat you out in-front of that big-ass fireplace in the living room. pretty please, baby?” he begged, kissing your lips as his damp hair sticked to his sweaty skin.

you bit your lip, taking in the sight of his physique as he caressed your hot skin making you squirm. you hummed, rolling your eyes before getting up, water splashing, bare body in front of him as he groaned, making grabby hands at it as you exited the jacuzzi. crossing your arms, slightly annoyed yet turned on that he’s made it his goal to fuck you in every room in the house. you’d comply, knowing how fucking lucky the two of you are to be living in this million dollar mansion. you’re proud of him for how much he’s now earned and had worked for, how could you say no to the love of your life and that pouty face he has on? you could almost get started in here again.

“fine. you better eat me out. i hate that fireplace.”

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[tooweirdforyou]

How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O

How You Know He Loves You- idk man

A/N : enjoy.

includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,

Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.

? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.

He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.

He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.

His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.

Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.

“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”

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Roronoa Zoro

Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.

Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.

He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )

Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.

Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.

“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.

If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.

He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.

The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.

Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.

“You are the light of my life.”

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Chief of Staff Sabo

Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.

Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.

He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.

He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

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Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.

He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.

He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.

He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.

Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

“Just stay here with me.”

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Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.

His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.

He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.

However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.

Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.

“You are my world, my everything.”

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Marco The Phoenix

Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.

He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.

Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.

He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.

Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.

“Let me fly you to the moon.”

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Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.

He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.

He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.

His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.

Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.

“I will protect you.”

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Eustass Kid

Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.

He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.

He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.

Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.

Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.

“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”

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Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.

Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.

As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.

He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.

Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.

“Come here, mi amor.”

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Red Haired Shanks

Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.

The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.

He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.

He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.

Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.

“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”

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Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.

He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.

His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.

He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.

Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.

“I will be here for you.”

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Captain Koby

Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).

He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.

He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.

Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.

Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

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16th Division Commander Izo

Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.

The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.

Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.

He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.

Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.

“You are true beauty, my love.”

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Cavendish Of The White Horse

Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.

Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.

He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.

And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.

Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.

“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”

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A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;

but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;

[forever-rogue]

Oblivious

A/N | This is just a little sweet fluff with Buckaroo. It’s also a late little happy birthday for @falcor-thee-luck-dragon! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys!

Summary | You’d think Bucky wouldn’t be so oblivious but...he was. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Warnings | language

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky Barnes was a man of many talents and had a vast knowledge of a variety of things. Sometimes, however, things were so obvious and clear that they went right over his head. You could hit him in the face with a 2x4 and he wouldn’t know what happened oblivious. Like the fact that you, his girlfriend of almost a year, had the strange and peculiar ability to communicate with animals. You’d never hid it, nor explicitly told him about it, thinking it would be funny to see how long it would take him to catch on. 330 days (and counting) in and he hadn’t.

Bucky grabbed his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds quickly before pulling up Spotify and turning to his secret indulgence playlist - classical Italian Opera. Yeah. It was just a thing he had happened to really like for no particular reason. The only other living souls in his apartment with him were Archie, your black and white speckled mutt and Alpine, Bucky’s snow white cat. You were currently out of town for work and had asked Bucky if he minded watching Archie, to which he had of course said yes. It was no secret that Archie loved Bucky almost as much as you and vice versa - he was the goodest boy as Bucky had proclaimed. Plus, the cat and dog got along like they were old best friends. 

Trailing into the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants as Archie laid on the bed and offered him a dismissal look. Alpine was tucked into his side as she slept soundly, paying no attention to her owner. 

As he turned on the shower and let the water warm up, he finished stripping off his clothes before deciding to sing along with his music as best as he could. Bucky didn’t speak Italian. It showed. But he was passionate about giving it all as he got ready to take on the day. Archie groaned as Bucky hit a particularly high note, burying his face under the soft duvet. 

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“You ever gonna ask her the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky as the two men walked alongside the creek. Bucky had decided that ice cream and a walk for Archie were called for, so he’d taken advantage of the nice weather and gone outside. Missing your company, despite you only having been gone for a few days, he’d called up Sam and convinced him to meet up. Not that it took much convincing; the men were as thick as thieves, no matter how much they denied it. Co-workers, partners - best friends. 

“Umm,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he almost choked on his ice cream, awkwardly coughing to cover up his nerves. Sam just snickered in response as he realized he already had his answer. After a moment he slowly nodded, “I have the ring...it’s been sitting in the sock drawer.”

“Sock drawer,” Sam snorted and shook his head as a flush of red colored Bucky’s neck and ears, “classic. When are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed as he broke off a piece of waffle cone and handed it to Archie, who had been listening in very intently, “I want to...but what if it’s too soon. We technically don’t even live together yet-”

“Doesn’t she like to spend her time at yours? She’s practically moved in...most of the stuff at your place is hers anyway,” Sam reminded him as Bucky made a small, noncommittal sound. It was true - when you’d first met Bucky his place had been minimal and bare. Now, with your time and touch, it felt like a home; a home you had lovingly built with him. Sam bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his, “just get it all done in one swoop. She’ll say yes.”

Archie made a small sound, agreeing with Sam as he rubbed his snout against Bucky’s thigh. He visibly relaxed as he nodded, hoping that this would be enough to psych him up, “I’ll think about it-”

“No thinking about it,” Sam tutted gently, “you’re going to do it. You’ve been a fool - a straight up head over heels in love fool - since you’ve met her. You’re going to ask.”

“Sam…”

“How long have you had the ring?”

“Sam.”

“Bucky.”

“A few weeks after we started dating,” Bucky cast his glance at the ground as warmth flushed up in his cheeks. He’d expected Sam to burst out in laughter, but luckily the other man said nothing, but a smile stretched across his features, “it seems so silly but you know..I just felt like I knew.”

“Sometimes you do,” Sam agreed, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him for a quick hug, “you just gotta do it, Buck. She won’t say no.”

Archie barked in response, looking between the two men, wagging his tail excitedly. Sam offered him a few pets before nodding in response.

“She comes home in a few days,” he couldn’t wait to pick you up from the airport and have you jump into his arms while he finally got to hold you again, “I’ve got until then to pluck up the courage.”

“Just don’t lay it on her right away…” Sam snorted as he picked Bucky running up to you immediately pouring his heart out to you. Not a good idea, “give her a moment to be calm and breath.”

“Shut up,” Bucky huffed as he finished the rest of his ice cream, “I’ve got this!”

“We’re all counting on that!”

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Bucky set the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table as he tried not to sniffle too loudly. His eyes were misty and burning with unshed tears as he watched whatever cheesy romance he had randomly selected. He pulled the soft blanket he was curled up in higher, savoring the fact that it still managed to have a faint bit of your smell on it. Alpine was curled up on the back of the couch, snoozing away while Archie was laying next to him, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He was on and off sleeping, but had peeped open an eye when he first heard Bucky sniffle. 

“They’re in love,” he whispered gently, unsure if he was speaking to himself or talking to his furry companions. He was scratching Archie’s ears as he watched the scenes play out on the screen, “but they can’t be together. Their families would never allow it.”

Archie huffed lightly as he burrowed further into Bucky’s touch. It was the first time he’d seen the man get so emotional over the movie. Bucky had feelings, plenty of them, of course, but there was something about the movie he’d picked, combined with how much he was missing you that caused him to just lose it. It was like the dam had burst and his emotions were out of control.

He sat back and watched the rest of the movie in silence, a few tears running down his cheeks as he watched the love story play out. By the end of the movie, Archie was fully in his lap and Alpine was resting on his chest, “he left everything behind for her, so they could start a new life together far away. They really were next to meant to be together. It’s beautiful.”

The furry little ones were absolutely  going to tell you about this. 

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Archie yawned and slowly stretched before hopping down from the couch and heading towards Bucky’s bedroom. He tried to nose the door open as he learned to do, but was stopped when he found that it was closed all the way. His head tilted in curiosity and whined softly as he tried to see if Bucky was awake so he would let him in. 

As soon as he did, the dog regretted it. All he could hear coming from inside was the soft sounds coming from Bucky. Soft moans and sounds and gentle whispers of your name. His eyes widened as the dog took off down the hall and ran back into the living room, flopping down on his dog bed and cuddling up to Alpine as he tried to empty his mind. All the poor dog had wanted to do was to sleep in the big soft bed - not be scarred for life. 

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“Bucky!” as soon as you’d gotten cleared and walked through arrivals and gotten your single bag, you’d kept your eyes peeled for Bucky. It didn’t take long to find him, standing near the back, blue eyes scanning the arrivals with a hopeful little smile on his face. You almost dropped your bag as you ran over to him. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, you dropped everything to the ground, and Bucky effortlessly scooped you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in a tight embrace, “James. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed in content, happy to have you in his arms once again. Everything about you set his soul on fire, as he held onto you as tightly as possible. After a moment, he slowly set you back down, but not before peppering your face in gentle kisses, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Bucky,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek, “you’re too much. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Not quite yet.”

“Sure I am,” you insisted quietly, “I’m here with you. You’re my home, Bucky.”

The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket as you looked at him like he was everything - your whole world (he was). Unable to form a proper sentence, he  grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded airport. He could feel you smiling against his lips, reluctantly breaking apart from you only once you were both breathless. 

“What was that for?” you asked shyly, feeling your face flush with warmth as he picked up your bags for you. You were watching him with pure adoration as he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged softly, “jus’ missed you is all, pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, Bucky,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you more than all the moon and stars, pretty girl.”

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“What?” you asked as Archie came into the kitchen and sat down, watching you intently as you finished up the cookies you had been working. Bucky was busy with Sam that afternoon, so you’d decided to make a little sweet treat for both of you. You’d been home for a few days and fallen into an easy routine, having opted to stay with Bucky for the time being rather than going back to your own place, “you’ve got something to say, I can tell.”

Just missed you. I like when you’re home, you and Bucky. And Alpine. 

“I missed you too, buddy,” you promised, leaning over to his head a gentle pet, “did you have fun while I was gone?”

Yes. Bucky takes good care of me. I like Alpine too. She’s nice.

“I happen to like them a lot too,” you grinned at your friend, “I’m glad you do too. I think...I really love him, Archie. I think, no, I know - he’s the one.”

He thinks so too. He told Sam you’re the one - and us too. 

“Really?” you almost dropped the cookies you were plating up in surprise as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing in excitement, “you’re not messing with me, are you?”

It’s true. He’s got...well, you’ll see. He likes romance movies apparently. And singing opera.

“Oh?”

He was watching a movie. He ate two bowls of popcorn and cried. He let me and Alpine sit on him though so it was okay. He sings opera when he showers in the morning. He’s not good but he tries.

“Archie! Don’t be a meanie,” you chuckled as you tried to picture the scene. It would have been hilarious to see. You’d always known Bucky had a soft side, you just didn’t know how soft, “but I will remember that and use it to my advantage when I want to watch a cheesy movie.”

Please do. He gives good pets when he’s in that mood. He always gives good pets.

“He’s a good man,” you grinned as you reached over the counter for a good treat that you easily tossed to him, “I really love him.”

He really loves you. One night I...never mind.

“No, no,” you shook your head as you waggled another treat at him, “out with it! Or I’ll hide all of your treats!”

Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me - I wanted to sleep in the big bed one night and the door was closed and I heard him. He was...saying your name.

Your brows narrowed in confusion for a moment as you pulled another treat out and twirled it in your fingers for a moment. Then you hit you, what he had meant, “oh. Oh. That is...good to know, I suppose.”

Not for me. I just wanted to sleep, not...hear that.

“Sorry buddy,” you snorted as you handed him another treat, “that will stay between us. Besides...he still doesn’t know we can communicate. I wonder if he’ll ever put two and two together?”

You could just tell him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you teased as the door opened and Bucky walked in, a giant grin on his face. You looked at Archie and shot him a wink before turning to Bucky, “hello, my love. You’re just in time! Cookies are done and cooled!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Bucky came over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before petting Archie, “I love you. Is someone here? I could have sworn you were talking to someone…”

“Nope,” you (half) lied, covering up with a brilliant smile, “just me and the dog and cat.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, thinking it was just his imagination, “what’s all this? Cookies -  whatever for?”

“Just because I love you,” you grinned as Archie groaned and laid down, “both of you!”

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You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as you reached one of the peaks of the small mountain you and Bucky were hiking. It was a glorious day so you’d decided there was no better plan than to get out and enjoy nature. He had no problem at any point, even offering to piggy back you when you’d grown tired; you’d just defiantly stuck your tongue out at the super soldier and carried on. 

“This view is absolutely breathtaking,” you looked over the small cliff, admiring the tranquil expanse of the woods in front of you. Bucky was at your side, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin, “it’s pretty amazin’.”

“Bucky,” you turned around and rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, causing you to break into a fit of giggles, “I’m all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t care,” he insisted as his hands found purchase on your waist and pulled you closer against him, his lips already ghosting over yours, “jus’ want you, baby.”

“Bucky,” his name was soft on your lips, but before anything else could happen, you were stopped by a small, almost nervous little voice from up above. 

Umm, hi! I don’t want to interrupt but…

You pulled back from Bucky for a moment before looking at the tree, where you found a small squirrel sitting on a branch and watching you both. Bucky was surprised for a moment but calmed when you gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently moved past him and towards your new friend.

“Hi,” you smiled at her and offered a smile, picking up an acorn and handing it over to her, “is everything alright?”

Oh yes. I just wanted to let you know there’s a big group of people coming. If you want some privacy you should go somewhere more secluded! They’re pretty loud, I don’t like big groups.

“Oh!” you giggled as you could only imagine the awkward scenario if you’d been caught, “thanks for the heads up! We’ll definitely get out of here. I’m sorry you have to deal with all the noise.”

It’s okay. I’m going back to my nest now! If you go down the hill, there’s a more private path that leads back down the mountain. There’s signs if you need them.

“Why thank you,” you grinned as you reached up and she let you pet her, “you’ve been very helpful. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.“

No problem. I hope so too! Thank you for the acorn!

“Anytime,” you promised as she scurried away with her new treasure. You shook your head in amusement as you turned back around to Bucky, to find him watching you with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, almost wondering if he was hallucinating. Had you just gone mad and tried to speak to a squirrel? You laughed lightly at the shocked look on his features,  “oh.”

“What was...what was that?” he asked as you rejoined him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still scanning the branch the small squirrel had just occupied. 

“She was just warning us that there’s a group of hikers coming our way and we should find someplace more private,” you said as if it was no big deal. It didn’t help Bucky in the slightest.

“She? A warning...how….That was a squirrel!”

“I was wondering if you’d ever put two and two together,” you laughed, almost doubling over in laughter, “I...Bucky, I don’t know how or why but I can communicate with animals.”

“You can….how long?!”

“Ever since I’ve been a child?” you held up your hands in earnest, “its something I’ve always been able to do. I don’t advertise it, obviously because people generally think I’m crazy, but I would think you of all people understand. It’s just been...fun to wait and see if you’d ever figure it out.”

“All those times…” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation and disbelief as you watched him in amusement. He was a brilliant, smart man but sometimes he was so oblivious. You couldn’t love him anymore if you tried, “it wasn’t just...a one sided conversation. It all makes sense now. Wow, that’s amazing! What a wonderful thing to possess.”

“I’ve always liked it,” you agreed, “it’s different, you know? But special in its own way.”

“Wait…” he mused for a moment, “so all those times...oh. H-how much have Archie and Alpine told you? Have they always talked to you?”

“Yup,” you crossed your arms over your chest, as you watched his neck and ears turn red, “those two in particular are very animated and over the top. They’re the worst little gossip duo. Almost like you and Sammy.”

“Of course they are,” he groaned as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards. He gave you a sheepish grin as you pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, “they told you about the movie, huh?”

“Archie,” you confirmed, “but he did say you gave him the best pets.”

“Did he tell about...oh no,” this time his whole face was a brilliant crimson, “I-I…”

“Oh stop,” you teased, “I’m flattered and honored. It’s not like I don’t do the same when I’m not with you.”

“Really?” he perked up with pride as you just nodded in amusement, “well then. Wait - did he tell you about Sam?”

“He said you went on a walk with him but that was it,” you shrugged, “nothing really. I do know that he loves you and Alpine very much. And so do I, obviously.”

“Okay,” he relaxed slightly as you took his hand and started to lead him towards the more secluded path your little squirrel had told you about. The box in his pocket was once again burning a hole, “good.”

“Everything okay, Bub?” you asked as he just nodded, lips pursed as he fell into step behind you. Something was definitely off, but you weren’t going to push him on it. If anything, you knew he’d come around and speak his mind about what was going on. He usually always did. 

A silence, one neither tense nor uncomfortable, fell over the two of you as you walked down the quiet trail. It was beautiful - lush greenery and newly bloomed plants everywhere. At one point you stopped and pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of the natural beauty. Bucky had been so lost in his own thoughts, his heart practically pounding in his chest and consuming every part of him that he almost bowled into you and knocked you over. 

“James!” it was somewhere between a groan and laugh as he caught you in his arms in order to keep you from tumbling into a bunch of bushes. You were face to face with Bucky, looking at him intently as he steadied you,  “alright, something’s up. Come on - out with it. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I umm...marry me?” all the speeches he had gone over and planned wet out the window as he just stared at you with nervous eyes. You’d been so taken aback by his sudden question that you took a step back and gave him a curious expression. Bucky’s stomach was in absolute knots as he wondered if he’d just fucked everything up.

“W-what?” your voice was a small squeak, as you tried to see if he was just pulling your leg. But his gaze never wavered, “what did you just ask me?”

“I…” he stopped over a moment before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands and pulling out a small box. Your eyes widened in response as you realized that was not joking at all, further evidenced when he popped it open and showed you the ring inside. Your mouth dropped open when it all came together, “I thought the whole proposal would go a lot differently than this but umm...yeah. Will you marry me? That’s what I’m trying to ask...I’m glad Archie hadn’t spoiled that for you.”

“No,” you shook your head as you already felt tears pricking at your eyes, “he definitely didn’t. I thought he might have been holding something back, but I...I had no idea.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel like when you know someone 's the one..you know,” he admitted softly, “and I know you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to call my wife...my everything.”

“James,” you looked between him and the ring a few more times before swallowing the lump in your throat, “gods, I am so in love with you. There was never a doubt in my mind that it was meant to be you. Yes, of course yes.”

“Really?!”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “I love you, Bucky. You’re my forever.”

“Forever,” he breathed softly, “I like the sound of that.”

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[tinyyoungblood]

how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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guess what i’m about to say?

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[bluemoose86]

Now Let’s Talk About Toni Fucking Shalifoe

Because I made a post for my second favorite so now I have to make one for my first favorite.

Let’s talk about how passionate Toni is, how she gives her all in everything she does, whether that’s playing sports or loving someone or even hating someone. How that passion can slide from a dull ember to a roaring flame in an instant, how she can keep you warm one second and then burn you the next. 

Let’s talk about how Toni has been abandoned by everyone in her life: her parents, Regan, even Martha at one point. She’s been left behind so many times that she thinks she doesn’t matter, that she’s constantly alone and she’s just destined to be that way. 

Let’s talk about how even after Marty pushed her away and they were clearly on the outs (as Marty accused her of misleading the group to distract them from her latest blow up), all Toni wanted to do was trade places with her when she got sicker. She yelled at Shelby for giving her the last pill because she was worthless, because she had no family, no friends, no life waiting for her back home. “I don’t matter, I don’t matter, I don’t fucking matter.” 

Let’s talk about how stubborn Toni is, how once she has something in her teeth she can’t let it go. During the shelter competition, outside the movie theater, her rivalry with Shelby. How she almost died from stubbornness, from pride, because she refused to let Shelby give her the medicine she needed. 

Let’s talk about how on the other side of her stubbornness is unflinching loyalty to the people she loves. She would stand by them through anything, protect them, fight for them, die for them—and quite literally almost does. 

Let’s talk about how caring Toni is, how her heart is so full of love but it’s so hard for her to give it away. From day one on the island, Toni’s first priority wasn’t her own safety—it was Martha’s. She looked after her, carried her god knows how far on her back just to get her to some cold water, held her at night so she would feel less alone. Even if she didn’t always succeed, even if her emotions ran away from her and got in the way, Toni never stopped trying to show Martha she loved her.

Let’s talk about how attentive Toni can be. She’s constantly watching the people she loves and focuses her full attention on them to notice the little things. She sees how Marty is struggling after her trauma, even when she doesn’t know the full story about what happened. She watches Martha as her ankle heals and smiles when she sees her dancing around again. She’s the first one to see that Marty is on the verge of collapsing when they all got sick. She’s the one who notices just how much Shelby is unraveling when she’s drunk and is the only one who seems concerned (yes they were all high at that point, some more than others, but so was she and it didn’t suppress the instinct she had to watch and notice when something was wrong). She sees how Shelby is struggling to reconcile her faith and her sexuality and does everything she can to help her.

Let’s talk about how even when she lashes out, she’s filled with instant regret. How after she hurt Regan, she spilled out apologies and held her. How after she hurt Shelby, she immediately ran after her and tried to help. How after she wrecked the shelter, she ran after Marty with tears streaming down her face, desperate to apologize.

Let’s talk about how for all her abrasiveness, her aggression, her anger, Toni can be so gentle. She always lets Shelby make the first move and never pressures her to do anything. She never confronts Shelby about when she kissed her and ran away, and never even thinks about mentioning it to anyone else. She stays calm and steady when Shelby is an anxious, emotional mess. She sits and listens to Shelby’s worries and is ready to reassure her. With Shelby, she shows a level of patience that seems impossible for her at first glance.

Toni is so much more than rage and fire and hurt. She has such a massive capacity for love that so few people get to see and she deserves to get just as much love back.

[bestruction]

Making out with with them

- Armin Arlert

He was really shy at the beginning of the relationship. You weren't his first girl, but he doesn't learn too much about how to touch another person because 1. He was too scared to initiate anything. He was always thinking things like "what if she doesn't like?", "what if she doesn't want to?", "what if I being too desperate?" , "what if I end up offending her?"

• The truth is that he's just insecure about what to do

• The first time you two got alone in his shared apartment with his best friend it was cute

• And then the second was cute

• And the third

• You didn't want to force yourself on him eighter, but you were starting to feel like he didn't want to touch you as much you wanted to do the same with him

• And how to resolve this situation? Conversation. Did I heard amen?

• This time, he came to your house, and when he heard you said "We need to talk, Armin" he thought it was the end of you two 😂

• So when you open your mouth to say "Are you not into...you know...physical contact? It's okay if you're not. I just want to know" he was relieved.

• He tells you about everything he kept in his mind and now it's your time to feel relieved

• It'd be okay if he didn't like it, but you really wanna feel the blond boy in front of you

• You two talked about what each one likes and where to put the hands and Armin makes mental notes about EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE OF YOURS

• When the conversation it's over you simply say to him

"Do you wanna test now?"

"Yeah, practice it's the most important part of learning"

• You sit with him on the sofa and it doesn't take too long for Armin to cup your face with his hands. He brings your face to him and kisses you softly.

• Almost like he's afraid to break you

• His lips are sweet and tastes like coffee probably because he drinks it too much. Let me tell you something: Even if you hate coffee with all your heart, soul, and rationality you'll enjoy Armin's lips

• The way his tongue dances inside your month keeps you too busy  to think of anything other than him

• His hands go up and down on your arms, showing you that he's there, anxious to touch you more

• And as I said before, so do you

• When he sees how receptive you are to him his confidence will grow up more and because of that he's gonna put one of his hand on your chin and the other on your waist

• He doesn't know how seductive he can be, how much seeing him so willing to give and receive pleasure makes you squeeze your thighs

• Kiss Armin is charming

• It's like it makes you hungry for him and his touch

• And motivated by that you lean your body towards his, making him lie on the sofa

• He squeezes your thighs around his waist and breaks the kiss leaving you ❓❔

"Are we not going too fast?"

"Do you wanna stop? It's ok-"

"No, it's not me. I mean, are you okay with this?" He says squeezing your thighs again

• You smile thinking about how sweet he is and kiss him again

"What do you think?"

• He blushes! Not hard, but you're melting again for him

• With time he'll learn your sweet spots and you how just a kiss on his neck leaves him on fire

• He's not the type of guy who leaves you with hickeys. It's just not his thing, but he may leave one or two (sometimes three) in places that only you can see and always says "sorry" with puppy blue eyes for you

• Don't trust him! Puppies can be manipulative!

• But if you leave some on him he doesn't care too much, but Eren is going to annoying you two so damn much

"Stop perverting my boy!"

"Don't leave Armin with her alone. She might do something with him!"

• Just slap him. It'll be okay

• With time, you're gonna notice that make out with Armin can be soft. You two can lie down on the bed, sofa, or even on the floor and feel each other while talking about something that makes you laugh

• Or you two can kiss and get all handy and 🧚‍♀️horny 🧚‍♀️

• And in times like this he will end up with one hand inside his shorts

• Do you like to see him blush? Wait until you hear him moan

• In conclusion, he's very respectful and kind. He's always paying attention to your reactions and analyzing you to make things the more satisfying as possible for both of you

Now go there and marry him 🧍‍♀️

- Eren Jaeger 

• Just like with Armin, you were not his first girl, but you were the first one that makes him feels so connected

• And that's why he wants to make you feel this intensity. I said before that intensity would be his word and this extended to other spheres of his life

• Which includes you

• Eren is like a whirlwind of feelings

• And when he sees you smiling for him all whirlwind comes to your direction

• When you two started to date he was always leaving innocents kisses on you

• On your check, on your ear, on your forehead

• Time flies away and these innocents kisses are not pure anymore. They gained a very specific direction, your lips

• And be ready because this boy is gonna leave you a mess no matter where you two are

• Eren's kiss is breathtaking just like him and it doesn't take too long to figure out

• Make out sessions with Eren always leaves you with an "I want more" stuck in your throat and he knows it

• This little shit will even use it against you

• He'll notice how you melt on his hands when his kisses become more demanding, more urgent. He'll watch how you instantly search for his lips when he leaves yours

• And of course tease you for it since he's a very verbal boy good luck

"Someone is edger, huh?"

"Shut up, Eren"

"Is that what you really want me to do?" He says almost kissing you again and when you close your eyes he's gonna whisper against your mouth " It's not what it looks like"

• He usually goes to your house to watch a random movie with you  No one of you pays attention, but who cares? 

• he always sneaks up on you. One time you are really watching the movie and then ... What was the movie again? What movie? The only thing you can think is in the boy on top of you making your head feel dizzy

• Drunk by the way he kisses your lips, the way his tongue explore your mouth and his hands travel to your body

• Touching your thighs and then putting your legs around his waist to make the sensation grow up even more between both. He wants to make you feel him all over your body

• Eren is hungry for you and when he goes home, leaving you alone on your bed thinking about how your shirt smells his perfume now you'll be for him too

• Make out sessions with Eren can easily scale up to something else and by that, I mean dry humping

• If you two are lying down on the bed and he's kissing you slowly to torture you he'll grind his hips against yours

• Just a demonstration of how he wants to fuck you nice and slow after

• He'll watch you arch your back to search for more friction

• When he's feeling extra provocative (a routine) he's gonna use one of his hands to make small circles on your clit without taking off your underwear while he kisses your neck

• Speaking on your neck, one word: hickeys. Hope you like them because he loves to mark you

• That means he bites you too. Bites to annoy you, to tease you, to get you horny, bites you because why not?

• And when you complain to him later he's just going to say:

"It's not my fault, baby. I never can get enough of you"

• And I'm not defending him, but he means it. Sometimes he's just looking at you and his dick is already hard

• It's like just one of his heads can function properly by your side and we know which one it's

• Once, you two were at his apartment. You were on top of him this time and kissing each other with the same passion of always while he was grabbing your ass under your dress. You started to rub yourself against his boner and after hear Eren moan your name that's all you could think about -

• Until Zeke put his head in the room searching for something and finding you two like little rabbits. He could stay quiet and leave since you were too focused to notice his presence. Did he do it? Of course not

"Remember what dad says Eren. Use condoms"

• You jumped on your boyfriend's lap and turn your head to see his older brother with an expression like 😏😏😏

"Zeke, get off here!"

"Hello," he said to you and you almost died of embarrassment "I was just searching for my charger. Lock the door next time, dumbass"

• You were about to leave his lap when he grabs your hips once more asking you

"Where are you going?"

"that was a bucket of cold water"

"Oh, yeah? So I just have to make you hot again" And with that said he was already leaving sloppy kisses on your neck again

"Eren, the door! Lock the door"

• In conclusion, make out with Eren is intense just like himself. He might tease and annoy you, but it's exactly this relaxed and confident presence that makes him a perfect partner to laugh with if something goes wrong. He's great at building an atmosphere comfortable enough to talk about what you like, what he likes.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐴𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝐹𝑎𝑟 𝐼𝑛 𝐴𝑛 𝑀𝑉 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Certain NSFW and suggestive themes are included in this reaction.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

All of the members were gathered around the screen, excitedly watching how their new music video turnt out. Hongjoong was nervous though. He knew it was only a matter of time before the scene where you acted in with him came up and the others would tease him.

"There it is!" San pointed to the screen.

The boys let out hollers, whistling and some making disgusted noises as they watched Hongjoong make out with you. Hongjoong hid his face in Seonghwa's shoulder, unable to watch anymore.

"Oh stop acting shy. We all know you were anything but shy while filming this." Wooyoung spoke up when he saw Hongjoong's reaction.

"Careful Seonghwa, Hongjoong might bite your shoulder like he bit Y/N's neck on set." Mingi said, causing the others to clap and laugh even louder.

"I still remember the huge red spot he left after the director pulled him away. Took the makeup staff 15 minutes just to cover up those blotches and bite marks." Yeosang added.

"Ok ok! I got a little carried away!" Hongjoong admitted.

"Little? You went vampiric on her." Seonghwa side glanced him.

Hongjoong blushed red.

"These kinds of things can happen! Can't you guys let it go!?"

Hongjoong couldn't watch the music video anymore, too embarrased by the other member's teasing.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa couldn't help himself. You just looked especially pretty in the short, tight dress the staff had put on you. His eyes were trailing down your body, examining your curves a little too closely.

"Where have you been all my life?" Seonghwa whispered in your ear as he came up behind you, his hands caressing your waist.

"All right we're going through start shooting the scene right now. Seonghwa, are you ready?"

Seonghwa signaled an 'ok' sign to the director, who then promptly yelled 'action'.

As soon as the music started playing, Seonghwa's eyes changed. They burnt with fierce passion as he really got into his role. He had supposed to know playing a jealous boyfriend confronting his girlfriend and it was supposed to end with a semi-steamy kiss on the bed.....

Unfortunately, Seonghwa got a little too into it that when the director yelled 'cut', he kept going. His hands gripped your head as he kissed your neck.

"S-Seonghwa..." You tried to warn him but ended up gasping when his hands tore the front of your dress, exposing your lacy black bra.

"Hey hey hey!" Hongjoong called out.

"Someone turn on the lights!" Mingi shouted, his hands covering poor Jongho's eyes.

You snapped Seonghwa out of his trance when you called out your safe word. He immediately stopped what he was doing and realized what happened. He was so shocked that he had lost control, he was usually very professional.

"Oh my god...." He whispered in astonishment when he saw the member's expressions.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

It was only supposed to be a tiny club dance scene, involving a lot of jumping around, arms flailing around in the air, perhaps members getting a little too chaotic and doing weird dances....

"So how in the world did you end up practically dry humping Y/N?" San questioned Yunho, arms crossed and eyebrows scrunched, his eyes completely judging him.

"No San, there's no practically.....he was!" Yeosang exclaimed, shaking his head disapprovingly.

Yunho lowered his head in embarrassment, mentally face palming himself for getting too carried away and, yes, just as they said, he had grabbed your ass a little too hard and started grinding his hips against yours, completely forgetting that there was cameras capturing his every movement until the music shut off and everyone realized what was happening.

"You really are a hoe. Turning an upbeat song into some stripper shit."

Yunho whipped his head at Wooyoung's words, nearly dropping the water bottle in his hand.

"Come on guys. Give him a break, I think he's suffered enough embarrassment for today." Seonghwa tried to calm everyone down.

Yunho let out a sigh and decided to just go look for you in the bathroom. He was quite a distance away when he heard San yell out:

"If you're going to fuck in the bathroom, you guys got 5 minutes!"

Yunho immediately turned around to speed walked back over.

"I swear to god San, I will bonk you upside the head like I did to Hongjoong Hyung!"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang's eyes were currently trying to set San on fire. The way San checked you out from behind when you bent down to pick up something did not go unnoticed by him. He was fuming and nearly broke his glass of water he was holding when he saw San's smug smirk.

"This little fucker..."

Yeosang huffed as he kicked himself off the wall he was leaning on. He took his place next to you, nodding when he heard the director's instructions, but knowing fully well he wasn't going to listen this time. He needed to make it clear who you belonged to so San and the others wouldn't get any ideas.

As soon as they yelled action, Yeosang lips were crashing onto yours, surprising even you since he was not a fan of PDA and especially not in front of cameras. But Yeosang didn't care, so when you moaned loudly when he bit your bottom lip, he had the biggest smirk on his face.

"Yah Kang Yeosang!" Seonghwa's voice shrieked out, as he marched over and pulled him away from you.

"What on earth were you thinking?!" Hongjoong demanded an explanation.

"Uh......oops?" Yeosang shrugged innocently.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa immediately went over to the director to apologize for Yeosang's actions. San let out a small "tsk" as he stood next to Yeosang.

"So unprofessional...." San mumbled to him.

Yeosang turned to him and chuckled darkly.

"Yeah...but maybe that will show you what you can never have."

San widened his eyes at Yeosang who merely winked at him before rejoining you, this time actually to film what was instructed on the paper.

"Did he seriously just...?" San was left to wonder that for the rest of the day.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San's hands did not stop themselves as they went down your back to cup your ass. Without thinking, he lifted up your skirt, kneading your soft skin in between his fingers before he gave your right cheek a harsh slap, causing you to jolt up and whimper softly.

"Already begging for me my little whore?" He asked with a teasing tone.

"Excuse me!" Mingi exclaimed for the 6th time, this time making use of a megaphone he borrowed from one of the staffs.

"This is supposed to be a music video not a freaking porn movie!" Seonghwa cringed in disgust as Yeosang and Jongho hid behind him, trying to protect their eyes from seeing you.

"Nice ass though Y/N." Wooyoung held up a thumbs up towards you, with Yunho giggling beside him.

San immediately pulled your skirt down. Patting your butt lightly, he told you he'd take care of it and went over to apologize for what happened.

"Is it safe to look now?" Jongho asked.

"If I open my eyes, can you promise I won't be faced with Y/N's ass in front of me?" Yeosang slowly peeked through his fingers.

San chuckled and turned back to face them.

"Stop pretending like you didn't like that image."

Then he turned his attention to Wooyoung and Yunho.

"And savor that tiny moment cause that's the only fap material you'll be getting from my girlfriend."

"Choi San!" You warned him.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Oh my God! That was so embarrassing!" Mingi cried out as he slumped himself on the sofa, his face colliding with one of the pillow, but he didn't care. He just wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

"No it wasn't." Hongjoong tried calming him down.

"Really? You don't think making out with your girlfriend and getting a boner in front of the whole group and staff is embarrassing?" Yunho questioned his leader.

Mingi let out a loud groan when he was reminded of the chaos that ensued just moments before.

"Way to go." Jongho rolled his eyes at the older blue haired male.

"Ok that's enough of this."

Seonghwa grabbed the rest of the boys and practically shooed them out of the room. He then went to go look for you and dragged you to where Mingi was. If there was anyone who could calm him down, it was you.

"Just please if you're going to try something, make it quick and as silent as possible." He begged you, causing you to smack his arm.

You sat next to Mingi and stroked his hair.

"Mingi? Baby? Come on. It wasn't that bad." You assured him.

"Yes it was! I'll never be able too live this down!" He exclaimed as he turned himself onto his back.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend. Leaning down, you kissed his lips softly, making him giggle nervously.

"Ok you big baby. We got a job to finish, so let's go."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung got a little too excited at the thought that you would be participating with them in their music video shooting. He was all giddy and even more energetic than any other music video shooting they'd ever done.

"Hi beautiful." He winked at you when you came out onto the set and stood next to him.

You rolled your eyes at him since it wasn't the first flirty remark he'd thrown at you since you got there. He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Did you seriously just roll your eyes at me?" He questioned you.

"You're not going to do nothing about it Wooyoung." You scoffed at him, since you knew you were going to start filming any second.

What you didn't know was that Wooyoung didn't care. The cameras started rolling, but the director didn't even get to yell 'action' before Wooyoung was harshly gripping your wrist. He maneuvered you so you ended up sprawled out across his lap.

"Wooyoung! What are you-"

You yelped out in pain when a hard smack was laid on your ass, followed by 3 more.

The other members just stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. It was Yeosang the one that composed himself enough to march over there and grab Wooyoung's hand before the 5th slap landed on your ass.

"Seriously? This ain't no kinky porn set." He reminded him as he helped you get off his lap.

Wooyoung just sat there, completely unfazed.

"Hey. She needed to be a taught a lesson."

Wooyoung made sure to look at you intensely and with an evil smirk. He was definitely not letting you off the hook yet, which he confirmed when he whispered:

"Wait til we get home."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho nervously fidgeted with the buttons of his coat. He was so embarrased about filming a kissing scene with you. He didn't like the fact the staffs, and the members were going to be watching him closely.

You noticed how nervous he was and gently rubbed his shoulder.

"Come on Jongho. It won't be so bad. Just pretend we're alone in your room." You suggested to him.

He took a deep breath and whispered out an "all right."

You knew you were going to have to take the lead since he was so nervous and could hardly move even after they told you guys to start. You hooked your leg over his lap, making him get super flustered. Leaning in, you kissed him softly. Jongho awkwardly kissed you back, his hands gripping the seat underneath him. You poked his arm and pulled back to whisper:

"Jongho, put your arms around me."

Jongho slowly moved his arms so they could wrap around your waist. Somewhere among the way, you inadvertently rubbed against him too closely, causing a tent to start forming in his pants. Jongho moaned into your kiss as his hands slipped inside your shirt from behind and skillfully unhooking your bra.

You pulled back and looked at him in shock.

"Jongho did you just undo my bra?!" You exclaimed.

"What?!" The other guys collectively asked.

"How in the world does he know how?!" Mingi asked in horror.

Jongho just chuckled nervously.

"One just kinda picks these things up..."

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[ghostdrew22]

angst fic where ravenclaw!reader has thalassophobia and is playing with the water by the shore in the dark lake with the necklace draco gave her before they broke up a few years back when the new girl he’s been going out with throws the necklace into the middle of the lake in spite, and the reader cannot afford to lose it djeiwis sorry if it’s messy u dont have to do it ure uncomfyyy

Prompts:

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

Jump In || Draco Malfoy

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: ANGST, a bit of swearing, panic attacks and thalassophobia mentioned. Summary: Years after breaking up with Draco you find that the last gift he gave you is still the only thing comforting you, and his new girlfriend doesn’t like that.

WORDS : 3546

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

The crescent moon outside begs for your company and you oblige, preferring to be alone than stuck in a room full of people who pity you. You lift the bottom half of your dress from the ground and sneak out of the ballroom nonchalantly, anxiety dissipating as the soft breeze comes in contact with your face.

The sound of your heels clacking against the cobblestone fills the air as you walk toward the boardwalk hanging above the lake, and it reminds you of a time when Draco would bring you down here. The lake behind the Malfoy Manor has always been subject to your fear, and you rarely ever go toward it, but tonight you’ll do almost anything to feel alone and normal for once.

The tiny ripples forming on the surface send shivers running down your spine and you look up at the sky immediately in an attempt to subdue your anxiety. A few meters away lies the ballroom, full of dignitaries and old family friends of the Malfoy’s who attend their annually ball every time without fail, and you can hear the faint sound of laughter mixed with a beautiful crescendo. You shut your eyes, take a deep breath and drag your fingers up to your neck to toy with necklace lying around it, as you try to imagine that you’re anywhere else.

You’d thought that it would be easier, coming to the ball and seeing him with his new girlfriend, but it had proved to be a bigger challenge than you’d anticipated, and residual feelings that you’d been trying to stuff down for months had resurfaced like anchors being pulled up from the bottom of the sea. It reminded you of what he said that day, “I’m yours forever, even if you’re not mine.”, and the only thing that stopped you from running back into his arms was the chain hanging around your neck.

A silver chain with a midnight blue sapphire dangling on its end, worth one of your arms and a gift from the blond himself. He had given it to you as a promise, one to love you till the sun stopped rising, and at the time you had thought that it was the perfect gesture. But reality hit and you soon realized that a life with Draco Malfoy would be one filled with envy and uneasiness, and you knew then that you both deserved more.

The necklace’s monetary value reminds you that Draco belongs to a long and esteemed family line which demands attention that you cannot cope with. But the fact that it had been his proclamation of love reminds you that in order for you both to lead happy lives, you must be apart. The way it gleams beneath Chandeliers is so captivating that it always brings you back to earth; a life with Draco is inviting, but some invitations mustn’t be accepted.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

All eyes instantly fell on him the second that he appeared; sporting that notorious smile which always brought people to their knees, and a priceless suit that hugged his figure so well it made all the straight men positively envious. A true Malfoy; charming, rich, attractive, easily the whole package. You didn’t get a chance to speak with him because he was instantly preoccupied with the ramblings of his mother as she dragged him around the room with pride, showing off the son that she’d done such a good job at raising.

Draco’s life had always been politics and he’d been raised to invariably stand tall, look presentable, get good grades, converse well. You watched him in awe every time, admiring the grace and ease with which he conducted himself. But it made you wonder when he’d been taught the art of letting the spotlight go, to focus all of his attention on the one he loves instead of the search for approval. And the answer was that he hadn’t, Draco never grew out of the desire to have everyone’s praise and approval.

‘If everyone loves you, if everyone wants to either be you or be with you, then you’ve succeeded.’ He’d told you late one night after one these balls. You’d looked at him with pity, not having the heart to tell him that love and validation are not synonymous, and you’d hugged him so hard that somehow you both knew it was all coming to an end soon.

He grew up being a magnet to both jealousy and admiration, a symphony of applause being the background track to the movie of his life, and he didn’t know how to live any other way. When all you’ve ever known is lustful stares from fellow peers, stolen glances at the back of your head, and unbridled acclaim masked behind attraction, then it’s hard to put that life behind and settle for the love of only one person.

Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

He truly was magnificent though, even you couldn’t deny. Years ago, when he’d walked down the stairs in one of those clad black suits, he had met you at the bottom of the stairwell and you could’ve sworn that you were floating on cloud 9. He had smiled so brightly at the sight of you, had laughed so sweetly in the space of your ear, and fit so tightly into your side like it was a home made only for him, that you were intoxicated on the feeling of him and hadn’t noticed what was happening.

You were falling in love. You weren’t flying, no, you didn’t have wind beneath mystical wings that you’d somehow managed to grow. You were falling, and at a speed so treacherous that you didn’t even realise it was happening until it was too late. One day you were falling, and the next you were ruins buried so far into the ground that you couldn’t even tell where the earth stopped and you started.

Falling in love with him was fast, like a bullet train, but everything after was so slow that you felt as if you weren’t even moving at all.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it could never be

Promises to run away together and start a life somewhere off in a distant town.

Fingertips, laced with the narcotic effect of young love, tracing lines across the expanse of each other’s faces and trying to figure out which of the other’s features would be inherited by your children.

Dreams about a time when your lives would no longer be dictated by the paths your parents had set out for you, but instead by the spontaneity and reassurance that came with endearment.

Tastes of tea replaced instead with the taste of each other as long-forgotten tisanes made home on bedside tables because you both got lost in the haze of tenderness.

Arguments about mundane and useless concepts that would go on for longer than necessary, because he insisted on disagreeing with everything, and always ended with your acute responses.

Lives that had once lacked passion, that had once been so dull they compared to Snape’s drawling, instead replaced with all the colours that the world had to offer.

It was the perfect life, the one you two had planned.

But it was too perfect to ever be real.

You take a deep breath and unhook the necklace to observe it once more, hoping that it’ll provide some comfort for the ache in your chest.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

“Y/N.” A voice slurs behind you.

You turn with furrowed eyebrows and roll your eyes when you see who it is, “Pansy.”

“Don’t be rude.” She hisses and hiccups as she stumbles toward you, “What are you doing out here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” You narrow your eyes at her, “Are you drunk?”

“Just a tad.” She replies as she hiccups again and finally stands before you. You watch silently as she gracefully sits on the wood below her, making sure not to create creases in her dress or fall over in her heels.

“Shouldn’t you be in there? On his arm like a trophy?” You ask, and inwardly groan when you hear how jealous you sound.

“Probably.” She shrugs and looks out into the water. “It doesn’t matter though, I’m not you.”

She looks up and into your eyes, you look away immediately. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from that.”

“Yes, you do.” She states bluntly, “He told me why you left him. That was really selfish of you.”

You gasp and turn to look at her, “How dare you? You have no idea-“

“No, actually, I do.” She gets up from the ground swiftly as a fire rages in her eyes, “You think I don’t know what it’s like to be like him? We’re the same, we were practically raised on the same blueprint. Despite what you think, there’s a lot more to the issue than what lays on the surface.”

“Oh and I guess you have all the answers?” You spit out with a scoff.

“I thought Ravenclaws were meant to be smart.” She shakes her head and hiccups as she turns to face the water, “Draco’s entire life has always just been this.” Pansy turns and gestures toward the Manor with a grimace.

“It’s always been about being the best in the room, just so that he can earn five seconds of approval from his parents. But you came, and you showed him more, you gave him a glimpse of what love feels like. Then, because you were scared and couldn’t hack it, you left him.” She continues and you grip the necklace tightly in anger.

“That’s not what happene-“

“How can you possibly expect him to come back to me, to this bullshit, when he’s experienced actual happiness? How is he supposed to come back from you?” She finally turns to face you and you hear a slight crack in her voice with the last words, “I love him so much and if I could make him half as happy as you do then I would.”

“You can.” You breathe out shakily, “If you two try a little more then you’ll realise why it just makes sense.”

“Love isn’t about sense Y/N. It’s not about appearances, it’s not about applause, it’s not about any of the crap that him and I were raised to prioritize.”

“You call it crap but that’s all he knows, and he just isn’t ready to give it all up.”

“Why do you get to decide that for him?” She tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, you look away from her.

“I should probably get back inside.” You mutter as you start to turn toward the manor.

“You’re righ-“ She gasps and you turn to see what’s shocked her, “You still have it?”

“Have what?”

“The necklace.” She points to your hand and you nod awkwardly in agreement, “I helped him pick it out.”

“Oh.”

“A sapphire to match your virtue and faithfulness.” She says absent-mindedly as her eyes lock on the piece of jewellery. “Guess he got that wrong.”

She laughs coldly and you scrunch your face in confusion, “Excuse me?”

“You’re just like the rest of them.” Before you even know what’s happening she’s reached for the necklace in your hand, “You love him until it’s no longer convenient, until the paint starts to chip.”

“That’s not true.” Your voice comes out shaky and lacking conviction, it makes her laugh again in disgust.

“And then who has to pick up the fallen pieces? Me.” She continues to ramble as she walks toward the edge of the boardwalk, you feel your breathing start to pickup as you try to focus on her instead of the lake behind her. “As if I don’t have my own pieces to pick up.”

“Pansy, please just come here so we can talk about this nicely.” You respond and swallow.

“No. You don’t deserve a civil conversation.” She spits out as she finally reaches the edge of the boardwalk and hangs the necklace out by her arm, “In fact, you don’t deserve anything. You don’t deserve his love and you definitely don’t deserve this pendant.”

“No!”

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore I can't dare to dream about you anymore

Everything after falling in love with Draco happened in slow motion. You don’t know how, or when, but your life had become a slackening slideshow of bad decisions.

You hold your breath as you watch the necklace fall into the lake. It’s as though minutes, hours, days pass in that moment, but you know that it’s merely a few seconds. When the splash finally sounds, you let out a huge gasp and Pansy laughs as she turns to leave.

Panic sets in and you start to contemplate your options. You could jump in and get it yourself? No, that’s absurd, you’re not going to overcome your fear that easily. You could rush into the manor and find someone who’s willing to get it for you? No, no one would take you seriously.

You shake your head and decide to just do the easiest thing; try and work up the courage to get it yourself. You start to pull off your heels and scrunch up your dress so that you can step into the water and you walk toward the edge of the boardwalk.

But as soon as you’re near the water you realise that you can’t do it and your panic rapidly worsens. You step back a few paces before falling to the ground and pulling your head into your knees as silent sobs begin to shake your core.

Breaths, in rapid beats, are going to and from your lungs as the sound of the water swishing fills your ears. Nausea begins to set in your stomach as you think more and more about your terrible predicament, your fear of bodies of water and your sadness at losing the necklace combining to form one indestructible lump in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N? Are you out here?” A voice calls out from a yard or two away and you try to recognize it, but everything is foggy in your state of trepidation.

“Shit, Y/N!” The voice calls out once more and you hear footsteps pick up to a run as the person approaches you. “I swear to Merlin, if you die I’m going to kill you!”

You realise that the person still hasn’t noticed you, and is probably assuming the worst, so you try your best to croak out a word- any word.

“Here.” You manage to rasp out between sobs and wheezes, and the person immediately runs toward you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” They ask as they pull your head out from your knees and you try to nod slowly.

You blink back a few tears and try to focus on the face in front of you, “The- the-“ You try to say and shake your head of the confusion as the words refuse to formulate.

“Hey, breathe princess.”

You recognize the nickname and then soon enough your eyes register that Draco’s kneeling in front of you. “Draco?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He responds softly as he cups your face in his hands and tries to wipe a few of your tears, “Take a few deep breaths for me, yeah?”

You nod and do as told, breathing until you finally calm down and manage to think clearly again. “I’m okay.” You breathe out and he sighs in relief.

“I was so worried, Pansy came in rambling about getting back at you and something about tossing and water- And I was just so scared that she’d thrown you in or something, because I know that you can’t swim and you’re terrified of the lake so I-“

“Hey, slow down, I’m okay. I’m right here.” You respond and manage a weak smile. He nods and sighs again. “She didn’t toss me into the water, though I think she would’ve liked to. She threw in the necklace. Shit! The necklace, it’s still down there!” You exclaim as you try to stand up but find that your legs are asleep, and end up coming back down instantly.

“Calm down. What necklace?”

“The one you gave me, the one with the sapphire that you said was a family heirloom?” You ramble and he furrows his eyebrows.

“You still have that?”

“Yes, I do. And it’s at the bottom of the lake and I need to get it back!” You stand up and Draco immediately does the same, placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you still.

“It’s just a necklace Y/N, you don’t need it.”

“It’s not just a necklace, it’s-“ You pinch your nose and sigh, “It just means a lot to me, okay?”

He narrows his eyebrows but nods in understanding, “Okay.” He steps back from you and pulls off his suit jacket, looking absolutely magnificent with his toned shoulders showing beneath the well-fitted shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get it for you.” He shrugs and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to, I can figure something out.”

“You tried to figure it out and you had a full on panic attack, I’m the best option.” He says sternly as he looks at you and you nod in agreement, “Now just wait, very far away, and let me find it for you.”

“Thank you.” You call out behind him but he doesn’t respond.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it will never be

“Here you go, in perfect condition.” He says as he drops the necklace into your hands and runs a hand through his hair. He looks gorgeous and you look down to avoid getting lost in his eyes.

“Your suit is wet.” You mumble with a sniff and he chuckles, the sound makes your heart race.

“We have magic, I’ll dry up.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as you finally look up at him and he smiles, that same hypnotic smile. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without it.”

“It’s just a necklace Y/N.” He smiles softly and you shake your head as tears begin to stream down your face again.

“No, it’s not just a necklace.” You sniff, “It’s you and I. It’s all that I have left of the love that we had, it’s all that I have left of the life we were going to build together.”

“Y/N.” The sternness in his voice makes you swallow hard, but you pull your hand up to indicate that you’re not done.

“Let me talk, please.” He nods and you continue, “This little gem is all the words that we never had the chance to say. It’s the nights we would’ve spent climbing into bed together, in our little house that’s tucked safely into a small town. It’s the cups of coffee I was going to make you when you woke up in the mornings, and the cups of tea you would’ve made me when we went to sleep. This little gem is the only thing I have to remind me that our love was real.”

“It also doesn’t hurt that it costs a fortune huh?” He asks with a grin, despite the fact that there’s sadness in his eyes, and you nod with a choked out laugh.

“Definitely a bonus.” You say as you laugh a little more and wipe away a few tears.

Draco pulls the necklace out of your hands and opens it to put it around your neck once again, and you turn around so he can put it on. “Look, Y/N, life is too short to fill up with ridiculous mistakes. You left me, like I never mattered to you, and it broke me.”

You turn back around quickly, “That wasn-“

He twists you back around abruptly, “Let me talk now.” You nod and he continues to hook the chain around your neck. “It took me months to decipher what you meant when you said that I had too much love for the spotlight, that I didn’t have the capacity to let it go. It took me months to finally grasp what you meant when you said that people fall at my feet, that my contrarian demeanor is a crowd-puller. And the recognition hurt, a lot, because I realised that you we right about most of it.”

You feel his fingers leave your neck as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “What was I wrong about?”

He pulls you back to face him and smiles as he looks down at you, “The only thing you were wrong about was my unwillingness to let it go.” He pulls you into his arms for a hug, and you sigh in his arms.

“You can’t just leave this life Draco, we both know it isn’t that simple.” You muffle into his chest and the vibrations of his chuckles make you smile.

“That’s where you’re wrong angel, I can just leave this life. You never gave me the option but,” You pull apart and he smiles so wide that you think his face might come apart, “I would give it all up, for you.”

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

His eyes are shining as they look down at you with adoration and commitment, and it takes all the strength you have left inside to not pull him back into your arms. He brings his fingers up to the sapphire and rubs his thumb along it.

“It’s not all you have Y/N.” He pulls your chin up so you look him in the eyes, “I’m still right here.”

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hi lovies! guess who’s finally feeling good enough to write again! :) we’re going to ignore the fact that the FOOLWAG sequel is beating my ass though

I will not lie, I had a great time writing this, possibly one of my favourite requests by far. I was originally going to make the ending angsty but I figured  @evermoreeve (thx sweetie<3) reminded me that we all deserve a happy ending now and then.

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The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part One: Brothers)

Hey guys, thank you sooo much for getting me to 2,000 followers!! I honestly don’t know what to say... I never dreamed that this little hobby of mine would reach so many eyes, and I can’t be more grateful. At a time in my life where things feel so chaotic and uncertain, being a part of this community and sharing my weird ideas has been what’s kept me going. It’s been such a rewarding experience all around, so thank you. From the bottom of my heart. 😊

I pulled out all the stops for this post. I even brought out one of my favorite songs of all time: Ao to Natsu by Mrs. GREEN APPLE to get the feel juuust right. I hope you all enjoy it!

This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again...) For the Undateables, please click HERE!

Intro:

Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…

Wonder how that turned out?

Lucifer

Really, really, really tried to push Diavolo to just rent out cabins in but noooo, he wasn’t having it... So he ended up driving a van crammed with his brothers, the MC, and a butt-ton of camping equipment into the Alaskan wilderness… 

The car ride itself was insufferable… We’re talking, “I SWEAR I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND!!” level of antics every 10 miles or so (mostly from Mammon)…

Setting up camp was even more of a nightmare because about half of his brothers were utterly useless. The other half (save Satan) were completely clueless… Had it not been for Barbatos and Satan he probably would have just resigned himself to the mercy of the river’s currents and let it take him away…

He couldn’t even wear his usual clothes because of the situation… For the first time in who knows how many centuries, he was stuck wearing jeans… Diavolo even bought him several plaid shirts... (which he was not happy with btw because his brother wouldn’t stop making fun of the “new” him)

He had his own tent of decent-size, enough to move around in but nothing to write home about. The very fact he didn’t have to share was a luxury in itself, so he took it for what it was worth...

He spent a good portion of the trip focused on two things: keeping Diavolo happy and everybody else alive. He rarely left camp unless forced to; he just wanted to get it all over with as soon as possible…

If he did leave, it was because Diavolo would drag him along to fish or hike. He was... less than pleased to be called out of his tent at the crack of dawn or well past dusk to sit on a little rented fishing boat with Diavolo… but he didn’t exactly pick his friends so...

He rates the trip Too Much Trouble/10. Let’s never do it again.

Mammon

Wasn’t a massive fan of being stuck out in the wild, but Satan told him some made-up bullshit about buried treasure out in the forest and got him HOOKED. He even borrowed stole a whole bunch of mining/digging equipment just for the occasion!

He spent most of the car ride asking, “Are we there yet??” like a child. The MC had to step in to keep Lucifer from leaving him on the side of the road at multiple points during the journey... 

He was one of the utterly useless ones when it came to setting up camp. Someone charged him with putting up the twin’s tent, and he spent thirty minutes reading (then re-reading) the instructions while shouting expletives. Poor Simeon had to shield Luke from the vulgarity…

He has to share a tent with Levi, which neither of them liked. Mammon mainly because of Levi’s “old fish stink” and Levi because he feared catching “Mammon’s stupid.”

He was all jazzed up to go digging from Day One, though. He’d have breakfast, grab his shovel, then wander out into the middle of nowhere to go dig holes in the ground…

He also got completely lost on Day One, and it took the MC summoning him with their pact to return him to the group... By that time, he was filthy and somehow looked like he had been castaway for days (even though he was gone for like, three hours?)

When he stubbornly refused to stop digging, Lucifer resorted to just tying a rope around his ankle and letting him loose. It was up to Mammon to get back to camp before dinner, or else Lucifer would yank him back like he was on a leash.

Satan waited until the last day to finally tell Mammon the treasure was bullshit, and he was PISSED. He even threw Satan into the river, which resulted in the rest of the brothers joining in for a swim while the two tried to “playfully” drown each other.

He’d rate this trip 0/10 because he didn’t get any buried treasure. What a ripoff…

Leviathan

Hated the idea with a burning, seething passion. There’s no internet, cable, electricity, or phone signal out in the middle of nowhere! How the heck is an otaku supposed to survive?!

He clung to his electronics during the car ride until either they ran out of signal or their battery died, then he didn’t know what to do with himself… He resorted to reading several volumes of the manga he stuffed into his bag and clung to the MC for emotional support…

Yet another useless soul trying to put the camp together. He was in charge of his and Mammon’s tent but ended up almost crying in frustration… How the hell do humans do this all on their own?? Wasn’t he supposed to be the third strongest?! Why is he so pathetic?!? 😫

Hates sharing a tent with Mammon because he always wakes up to the second born encroaching on his space somehow… Poor baby is pretty much directly against the tent wall and STILL has to deal with legs and elbows in his side... 😰

Spends the majority of the trip moping in the tent... If he goes out there, he has to deal with the sun, bugs, and people… No thanks. He only leaves for meals and occasionally to go swimming. 

When he found out part of the way through that Barbs brought portable solar panels and a battery pack for Diavolo and Lucifer’s phones, he was livid. He demanded access to the power source, which Lucifer refused because “It would defeat the purpose of this trip.”

He’d have summoned Lotan right then and there, deadass in the middle of the forest, if the MC hadn’t intervened. He then went back to moping, but now at the bottom of the lake and it took a lot of coaxing to get him back out…

On the final day, he was packing up the camp before anyone else even woke up. He wanted OUT and back to civilization ASAP. Bedroom here he comes!

Satan

You wouldn’t think of Satan as an outdoorsy guy. Still, he has shades of a survivalist in him (mostly because he’s read a lot of guides and was looking for an excuse to use them for a loooong time).

He read for the majority of the ride. He was squished between Asmo and Levi, which was reasonably peaceful. But he did end up shouting at Mammon quite a bit towards the end because “NO, we’re not there yet, peabrain!!”

He actually wasn’t a waste of space when setting up the camp, and between him, Barbs, and Lucifer, they were able to get a lot of stuff set up before sundown. He did have to bark a few orders to the others here and there, but overall competency won out in the end.

He shared a tent with Asmo, and the two made it work well enough… Except when Asmo did things like spraying his perfumes and dry shampoos, making it practically impossible to breathe in for a few minutes…

Spent a lot of the first few days reinforcing the camp to a ridiculous degree.

Did he have to collect large branches to build an exterior fence around the campsite? No. But he did.

Did he have to set up a water distillation system using some of the materials Barbs had lying around the “kitchen?” No. But he did.

Did he have to weave a series of fishing nets to catch them lunch from the lake and river? I think you get the point by now.

Only once he built pretty much every contraption or improvement he could think of, did he go back to just reading and relaxing by the fire.

By the time the group was ready to leave, Satan had somehow managed to craft them a veritable, self-sustaining fortress in the middle of the Alaskan wilds…

Overall he would rate the trip as… meh. Next time give him a challenge like a deserted island or an actual desert, and then he’ll really see what he can do.

Asmodeus

Was about as unhappy with the idea as Levi was… It wasn’t that he disliked the outdoors per se, it was just that no one, NO ONE, pulls off looking flawless after several days stuck in a tent!

He chatted the entire car ride from start to finish. He never stopped talking. It made for decent background noise at least…

Was one of the more clueless ones when trying to set up camp and pretty just did what he was ordered. The second he was left to try and figure something out on his own, he went to Lucifer or Satan for help because NOPE. Human equipment is needlessly complicated sometimes…

He had to share a tent with Satan, which in theory shouldn’t have been that bad, but Satan was out basically all day in the sun doing who knows what and would always come back sweaty and gross! At some points, he had to chase his brother out of the tent until he dunked himself in the river or something. No way was Asmo sleeping next to that. 😤

Asmo took the second-longest to get up and get ready in the morning. Sometimes he wouldn’t even leave the tent until well past breakfast just in an attempt to salvage his hair and skin… He only got grouchier about it as the trip went on… 😥

A more… earthy looking Asmo is kind of a bizarre sight. He’s still attractive, no doubt, but it’s less like polished glamour and more like Hollywood humble. He spent the majority of the trip looking like a somewhat dirtied movie-star (which he still insisted was the worst he’s ever looked in ages).

Aside from salvaging his looks, he actually enjoyed taking pictures of their surroundings or of the group (but not himself). He sometimes forgot how genuinely breathtaking the human world could be…

….but his patience for the place wore out quickly once he started noticing his hair getting greasy. He was right next to Levi, packing up the site once it was finally time to leave. At least those two finally found something they could agree on, let’s get the fuck out already! 

Beelzebub

He was really curious about trying camping food and pretty excited that Barbatos was coming, too (because that meant great food in general).

Unfortunately, Lucifer had to stop the van at basically every gas station they passed for Beel could refill on snacks… Belphie ended up getting buried in wrappers pretty often, but he was asleep, so it didn’t matter much.

Beel did a lot of the heavy lifting when setting the camp up, but the finer details were left up to everybody else. He had his hands full getting stuff off the cars as is…

Of course, he shared a tent with Belphie, and there wasn’t much complaint between them. Honestly, there would have been more drama if they were split, so this was the better option.

After the MC told Beel about fishing and how it could net him more food, if he did it right, he knew exactly what he wanted to do during the trip.

… But no one told him how long and slow the process would be. There were points he’d get so hungry he’d consider eating the bait himself…

That was until about Day Three of the trip when they passed by a river full of grizzly bears… He was about to ask the MC why the bears were all standing in the water, but then he saw a fish practically leap directly into one’s mouth…

Beel had discovered his true calling.

Of course, the grizzlies didn’t take too kindly to a demon suddenly sprinting into the water with them. They tried to fight him off, but Beel just tossed most of them downstream without any issue until they realized who the apex predator really was…

After forming a shaky truce with the bears, Beel would stand in the water for hours then come back with whole baskets full of salmon… There were far more fish than Barbatos knew what to do with, so he’d just confiscate a few then let Beel eat the rest...

The MC shuddered to think about what Beel had done to the local salmon population… But he was full and happy for most of the trip, so he had a great time!

Belphegor

Sleep for him isn’t too contingent on location, so the idea of camping wasn’t terrible. It did sound like a lot of hassle for no good reason, though…

He spent the entire car ride asleep, head and cow pillow pressed up against the window and everything. It wasn’t the most comfortable experience, but he’d dealt with worse.

He was utterly useless when putting up the camp by choice, thank you. He had more than enough sense to get things put together; he just didn’t want to. If he wasn’t asked to do something by Beel or the MC, he’d just lay back in the grass and smugly watch everybody else struggle…

Again, he and Beel are in the same tent, and you wouldn’t hear any complaints out of him. He did start to have some second thoughts when Beel began getting a fishy smell, though, so he tried to bunk with the MC in their tent for a while.

Like Levi, Belphie didn’t leave the tent much during the daylight hours, but that was because he was still asleep… There was no good way to wake him with no alarms available, so he’d sleep in past lunch easily.

When he was awake, he didn’t leave camp very much except to walk with the MC or watch Beel fishing grizzly-style.

Eventually, Asmo and Diavolo got sick of him dodging their photos, so they’d started posing him Weekend at Bernie’s style around the camp (always conveniently propped up by something and with sunglasses on)

Something Belphie did like, however, was the nighttime. Since there were no lights around, he could practically see everything the sky had to offer. He could spend hours laying on his back long after everyone else had gone to bed just admiring the stars.

All in all, not a terrible trip. Anything that could give him that view like that was well worth it. 6/10, would sleep again.

Click HERE for Part Two. Check out my Masterlist for more!

[haik-choo]

request:  if you’re taking requests could you maybeeee do some make out scenarios or hcs or anything with the second years + hinata (only if u want to tho 👉👈)

a/n: ifc i’ll give you some make-out scenarios! the doctor recommended a hot boy (or girl ;)) a day keeps the sickness away ;P also if you ever want more detail, you can always ask for a part 2 ;)

[KARASUNO SECOND YEARS + HINATA MAKEOUT HEADCANONS]

-tanaka, nishinoya, ennoshita, hinata

tanaka ryuunosuke.

is SUPER enthusiastic,,,you can NOT tell me that this boy isn’t like a dog wagging its tail with a treat

he absolutely LOVEs it when you are under him and his body is between your legs and he’s practically laying on you, except his hands are cupping your face and his eyes are closed and weiofhweufh

he likes that position because he can easily move his arms to be on either side of your head and push himself up to look down at you as the light from the lamp or the light from the sunset illuminates your dewy and hot face

i don’t imagine him being very vocal, like it’s just a bunch of wet kissing sounds in my opinion. but he loves it when you let out little pleasurable sighs or mewls or just tell him that you like the way he’s kissing you,,,,honey it drives him CRAZY

uses a LOT of tongue okay I KNOW THIS FOR A FACT,,,,this boy likes to literally leave you breathless. sometimes he’ll tangle his hands in your hair and he’ll pull on it whenever you let out a cute sound

almost ALWAYS leads to a little extra somethin somethin ;) if ya know what i MEAN

if it doesn’t though, after you two are done he just lets out a big and shaky sigh and lays his head on your chest/boobs and mutters about how much he loves you

he lowkey forgets about your neck AAGAGAGA. like he just wants to kiss your lIPS bro, but he loves it when you drag your lips on his neck and give him hickies for everyone to see because he’s PROUD of them

rub your hands up and down his arms and he’ll be putty in your ARMS baby,,,,ask him to take off his shirt and he’ll COMBUSt my guy i SWEAR

(i have a headcanon where tanaka has some of the best skin in the team. like he would be one of those guys that just splashes his face with water but has never had a pimple in his goddamn LIFE) 

nishinoya yuu.

okay okay i know that y’all might think he’s even more enthusiastic than tanaka,,,but get this: what if homeboy is...serious when he’s sucking your tongue

the prime time to makeout with noya is after he takes a shower and his hair is DOWn because hoT DAMn,,,like after his hot shower his skin is warm and his cheeks are pink and he’s just calm after a long hard day of diving after balls 

he’s also another one that likes to be on top of you, but GODDAMN he also likes when he’s sitting up next to the headboard and you’re kissing his neck and leaving deep dark purple lovebites

his hands are always wandering your body, they’re not usually on your face, but he might tug your hair so that you expose your neck and he can mark you everywhere; but he prefers to have his hands rubbing up and down your sides and ass

i see him as letting out a little whine every once in a while, but mostly i think he pants because he gets hot and you’re hot and making out with you is hot and dAMN

his eyes get all half-lidded and he combs through his hair with his hand but it’s still wet and his forehead is all damp from the water droplets and his shirt around the collar is wet and cool against your skin

noya keeps his lips chapsticked UP, he wants his s/o to enjoy soft lips and he has them

when he’s on top of your making out, it usually ends at making out and you two just cuddle after a while, but if you’re on top of him it doesn’t always lead to sex sex but it usually leads to you giving him a handjob oOP--

bites your ears and just bites you in general, he had these really nice and big eyes and just imagines them looking up at you whenever he bites you and they’re all smug and wrieirgeorigjeriog

just clench his shirt and bring his lips up to yours and he’ll feel so wanted i can’t even --

ennoshita chikara. 

loves you on top of him, you two are probably watching a movie and your head is on his chest but then your hands cup his face and’s putty in your hands 

you brush your thumbs under his eyes and across his lips before peppering his whole face with kisses and then finally kissing his lips

his hands are usually on the dip of your back, but then as you continue to make out they end up going under your shirt and pushing it up as he caresses your whole back softly 

making out is low energy and slow, it’s wholesome and soft and he just want to hold you forever. the pressure you put on his chest makes him feel safe and he just iojirgjeriog

he loves looking into your eyes every once in a while and LOVEs to praise you,,,,im talking ‘you look so pretty, baby” “your lips are so soft, they feel so good” “i don’t want you to let me go” like,,,,homeboy is ROMANTIC romantic

he doesn’t mean the praise in a dirty way the words just slip past his lips and they make both of you blush SO hard

lets out low hums of satisfaction and little chuckles whenever you make a sound of move a certain way against him,,,i don’t see making out leading to sex, usually it just leads to a really soft and lovey-dovey mood where you both just want to hold each other and are so grateful for having each other in your lives

but if you end up getting him super riled up, he’ll flip you ever so that he’s on top of you and his hands are all up in your shirt and lifting it up gently

his hands are probably super cold, and they raise goosebumps whenever they ghost across your skin, and he likes suddenly grabbing your bare side with his cold hands so you make a sound

totally the type to tuck your hair behind your ear as you pant and look deep into his brown eyes before he dips down and just kisses the shit outta you

hinata shoyo.

OMF it would start out as a simple kiss in his room but then he just wants more and so he cups your face and just keeps pushing back but doesn’t know it and then he’d end up pushing you onto his bed and he’d fall on top of you but that wouldn’t stop him

his hands are always intertwined with yours by your head, the more into he gets the tighter he holds your hands. i feel that he isn’t amazing at kissing, but he’s just so passionate that it makes up for it

when i say passionate, i mean he gets lost in the good feelings and ends up kissing you really sloppy all on your neck and chest and lips; he’s totally the type to bite your bottom lip and look deep into your eyes and not know what he’s doing to your heart

definitely makes high pitched whines and pants, throws in a few “please” and “you taste good” just to light your heart (and loins) on fire

please please please tangle your hands in his hair and tug him down to you and please please please flip him over so that you’re on top of him and kiss him silly

he’s likes to be playful and energetic when kissing, so he definitely nibbles everywhere and uses his teeth and tongue a lot. he’s totally bitten your tongue on accident before -- he’s the type to clash his mouth into you because he’s so excited that he clashes your teeth together

sometimes in the middle of making out, he’ll like realize what he’s doing and he just turns so red and stops and goes “i-is this okay? am i good? you’re really good but am i doing okay --”

doesn’t usually lead to sex, most of the time after like 15-20 minutes of heated kissing he just falls over next to you on the bed and waits for a minute before excusing himself to the bathroom, then he’ll come back and cuddle with you <3

run your hands up his chest, it’ll make him feel so manly and sexy; it’s such an ego booster for him !!! plus i feel that he’s just really sensitive everywhere ya know

SMILEY KISSES <3<3<3

[adezahnae]

Is That a Game You Wanna Play, Princess?

A/N: Here is my SECOND Oneshot of my Dilf!MathTeacher!Stepdad!Jaehyun AU. I know I said that would post two Oneshots yesterday but I got caught up with Easter and meeting new family. Besides these were pretty long and I’m still writing the second Oneshot. SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG😭

Warnings: Smut, teasing, public teasing, slight public masturbation, rough sex, slight choking, hair pulling, ripped clothing, Daddy kink, fluff, sweet talk

Your POV

I simply just say, I woke up and I chose to be bratty. I wake myself out of the bed and I didn’t see Jaehyun around anywhere. I got up and went to the closet and wore one of my outfits that he most likely enjoyed me wearing the most. I put it on and continued my daily routine. We were pretty late so I had to hurry. He was already downstairs, gathering up things and I came up behind him and gave him a hug.

“Good Morning Princess-“ He was cut off at the sight of my short tight dress that was hugging my curves and some boots to match it. He breathed out and grabbed his keys. “You better be on your best behavior, that’s all I know.” He warned. “Of course!” I smiled. We made our way out of the door and to the car. I put my seatbelt on and leaned over to give him a kiss on his cheek while my hand traveled to his pants.

He quickly grabbed my hand and looked me dead in my eye. “You will and I mean will not do this to me today.” He said. I nod and he pulls away and pulling off and out of our driveway.

We made it to school and the day is going good as it should go. Except for one thing, my bratty behavior. I would tease him by licking my lips, biting on them, flicking my tongue at him and mouthing ‘Daddy’ at him. He narrowed his eyes me. “Behave.” He mouthed. I watched him teach all of us and I spread my legs, making sure no one saw me. No one ever pays attention to me, since no one dared to mess me with me knowing how my dad gets.

I slipped my hand past my underwear feeling over my wet folds. I bit my lip and continued to watch him. When he was looking my way, I bit down on my lip, throwing my head back. I looked back up at him and I was suddenly strike with fear. His eyes were shifted into an angry disappointed look. It was a look showing me that I was gonna get it when I get home. Now I’ve done it. I took my hand out of my underwear. He went behind his desk and pulled out his phone. I got a text from him and I opened it.

Daddy❤️: You wanna play with fire, so that’s what I’ll give you.

I gasped and looked up at him. “Your ass is fucking mine.” He mouthed at me. I whimpered and replied back.

“I’m sorry!! Please Please Please forgive me!!”

He didn’t reply back and he continued with grading papers as all of the other students were working on math and talking among themselves. Why did I do this? I regret every moment.

After the school day was over, I ran to the car to where he was. He got in the car without saying a word to me. I panicked. “Jaehyun-“ “Shut up. You say one more word and you piss me off more.” He said looking at me with fiery eyes. I put my head down. He started the car and sped off out of the school parking lot.

We made it home and my heart thumped hard in my chest. “Get your ass in here.” He ordered getting out of the car. He slammed the door behind him and walked up to the front door. I followed behind him, with tears streaming down my face. He opened the door and I followed in. He shut the door and he picked me up and slammed me against the wall.

His hand went around my throat. “Daddy..please..” I begged. “Aww now you wanna beg? You can forget about my mercy any time soon..” He growled. “I’m sorry...” I said. “Your pathetic ass apology is not working.” He said. He whispered down in my ear. “You will feel nothing but torture...” I gulped and whimpered at his words.

“OOHHH DADDY PLEASE!!” I cried out. My hands were tied to the bed, my dress ripped open at the front, his hands are prying my legs open as he fucked me at brutal pace. Tears were streaming down my face. I was now at my fourth orgasm.

“Turn around.” He growled. I turned onto my knees. He forced my face into the pillow. He ripped my dress at the back of it and threw it somewhere in the room. He bent down to my ear. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” He whispered. I whimpered and nodded my head.

He yanked my hair hardly and he landed a strong and hard smack on my butt, causing me to jerk forward and cry. “You better use your goddamn mouth, Y/n. I’m not playing right now.” He growled. “Y-YES!! FUCK YESS!” I screamed. “I don’t think so..” he tsked. He slammed into me without warning and started at a rude pace.

He growled and smacked me on my ass again. “You’re so damn disrespectful. And you think you deserve me stopping?” He asked. I cried at his words. I knew was a bad girl today, and I know what I’ve done. At first I was enjoying this so much but now, It was true torture. My heat was way too sore and my legs and arms had bruises from where he gripped me at. I had hickies all over my body and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Daddy! DADDY STOP! STOP PLEASE PLEASE STOP!! I-IT HURTS! IM IN PAIN!” I screamed as I cried. His actions stopped all together and reached to quickly untie me. I silently cried as he pulled out me and took me in his arms. “I’m sorry...I’m so so sorry. I went too far.” He whispered. He looked at my body and seen all of bruises.

He placed kisses on my bruises and carefully turned me around. He seen my messy face from my makeup and the red markings on my neck. He looked in my eyes and looked in his. He was broken, he was hurt. My eyes were bloodshot red from my tears and they were clouded with pain.

He kissed me passionately and whispered to me. “I’m sorry Y/n. I-I didn’t mean to be this hard on you. I messed up big time, I know..” He ran a finger over my neck and winced in pain. “Ouch...” I yelped. He hurried and pulled up his pants and picked me up carefully and carrying me our bathroom.

He placed me on the counter and pulled out a kit. He started to heal my bruises. “J-Jae..This hurts!” I whimpered. “I know, I know. I’m sorry..” He whispered while rubbing my hand in comforting way. After this, he walked over to the bathtub and ran a bath. He took my hair bow and tied my hair up into a ponytail. After the water was filled, he placed me inside of it.

I whined at the burn of my bruises when I came in contact with the water. He took my body wash and my wash cloth and cleaned me. He washed my hair and massaged my sore scalp. He hummed a song, making me feel sleepy and soo much better. He wiped of my messy face and kissed all over it.

After we were done with bathtub, he wrapped me in the towel and walked to the closet. “I’ll be back, stay right here..” He whispered. I nodded my head with a yawn. He came back with one of his button up shirts and my pink fur slippers. He took the towel off of me and slipped the shirt on my body. He buttoned it up and put my slippers on me.

His hand brushed over the bottom of my foot, making me giggle and pull my foot back. He smiled up at me and did it again. I laughed pulling my foot away. “Stop it, Daddy..” I said. He laughed and kissed my ankle, finishing putting my slipper on. I hopped of the counter into his arms and he carried me back to the bed. The bed was made up and it had extra pillows on it.

With me still in his arms, he sat down on the bed by the headboard and laid me beside him on the pillows. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. “I wanna watch Disney+..” I mumbled. He turned it to one of my favorite childhood movies and watched the movie with me.

“You’re such a big baby at heart.” He smiled. I giggled at his words. After a while, I felt way much better. I remembered our past moments just now. Now that I’m thinking about it, I remembered how...sexy he really looked. The way he was angry and man handling me was so attractive and it turned me on again.

I then realized...HE NEVER CAME! Oh my god, I have to make it up to him. I peeked up at him and seen that he wasn’t paying me no attention. I shifted and grabbed a hold of his belt, about to unbuckle it. He took my hand and kissed it. “No.” He said. I gave him a pout.

“What?” I asked. “You’re not making it up to me. Not like this.” He said. I sighed. “But, I got to cum and you didn’t...” I said. He sighed. “We’re not having sex for a while.” He said. “Why? What did I do?” I asked sitting up. “It wasn’t you, it was me. Seeing you in pain like that was heartbreaking for me. I went wayy too hard on you.” He explained. “B-But...” I crawled onto his lap and kissed him on his lips. “Please..” I whispered. He kissed me again and put me off of his lap.

“Baby..no. Let’s just lay off the sex for a while..just you and me. Nothing else.” He said. I nodded and laid down. I sighed and turned over. “Hey..” He called. He turned me around and placed a kiss on my lips. “I love you..” He whispered. “I love you too.” I replied with a smile.

[caxsthetic]

SLEEP THE NIGHT — miya atsumu

Type: Standalone Movie (One-Shot Fiction)

Cast: Miya Atsumu

Storyline: Tonight, he want to be the best boyfriend that he could be.

Genre: Drama, Slice of Life

He never cooked.

Miya Atsumu never dared to stand in the kitchen because he knew too well what could possibly happen. His twin brother who was now the owner of the infamous onigiri chain always told him that whatever he touched somehow turned into fire.

But he didn't care, at this moment he could only focus on the opened page of his tablet where your favourite food displayed. He tried to find the high rated recipe, even though it was not the simplest one, he just wanted to cook what was best for you.

After all, a perfect woman like you only deserves the nicest thing in life.

You were so patient, always supporting him through every step that he took. Never once you complained about his busy schedule, his almost non-existent presence inside the apartment you shared, or even the way he put you second after volleyball.

Volleyball always came first, that was a fact that you knew since you dated him long ago in high school. He loved the said sport more than anything in the world. His fiery passions, his energy, his time — he gave it all to a sport that he found together with his brother when they were just a silly kid.

And then came you, always silencing all those nosy new supporters when it was time for him to serve. Then came you, helping him answer a question that his teacher threw at him because he fell asleep in class after a harsh tournament.

You, a woman who helped him get through his days as your existence was like a guiding star for him.

He would fall into pieces if you were not there, walking by his side to remind him of time. He needed time to eat, time to rest, time to let loose and hang out with his beloved friends from high school. Atsumu was sure that he would be lost without you there for him.

So just this one time, he wanted to make it right for you.

"You don't have to cook for me, Atsumu." He just hummed to give you a sign that he heard you. "Atsumu, please." But he ignored your plea and continued to read the recipe. He wanted to do something good, something that a perfect boyfriend should do.

You could only let out a sigh as you sat on the kitchen island's stool, eyeing the national setter as he carefully added some ingredients on the pan. He hissed as the oil splashed out a little, hitting his skin that made him go into panic mode.

A chuckle slipped from your lips as you saw him frantically running to the sink, letting out a sigh of relief once he could feel cold water streaming down his hand, easing the pain in an instant. He really tried, today he really tried.

You didn't have the heart to stop him since you knew that once he set his mind on something, he wouldn't care about what anyone else's said. So you just sat there, becoming a company that he wanted, just like you always became for years slipping into his life.

"Come on, Atsumu." He insisted you to stay still as he cooked for you, and you didn't want to hurt his pride by walking toward him without telling him first. "Let me help you." So you asked, hoping that he would accept your proposition.

"Nope! Let me try this on my own." He answered with the same excitement as before and went back to his task. "Just sit there, I am almost done. Promise." Then he calmed down, composing himself so he could cook with a clear mind.

He needed to do it, he couldn't let tonight turn into another day where you ended up being the one who took care of him.

Atsumu turned off the stove before preparing the pristine white plate that would be used to showcase your favourite dish. He smiled in triumph as he looked at the masterpiece. Tonight was the first time he cooked a meal like this, and he couldn't help but be proud of himself for this one achievement.

Though, the glee that he felt right now was nothing compared to the twinkle that was seen in your eyes.

Your lips tugged into a smile as he set down the meal in front of you. He didn't want to eat, no, he wanted to see you first as your hand grabbed the fork. And the second you popped the piece into your mouth, he never felt this happy to see someone he loved enjoying his hard work.

You squealed a little, humming in satisfaction as you tasted the food that the blonde made just for you. It was happiness, written all over your face as you continued to eat, and each bite only made you crave for more.

Maybe this was what Osamu felt, maybe this was the reason why his brother wanted to be in the culinary career. To make people smile, to see the joyful look from your loved one for something that you made.

Wouldn't it be lucky to have the younger twin as a lover? Running a respected business, working together with a dear friend, all bills covered, making something that others could enjoy, things that his lover would cherish at the end of the day.

Truthfully — Atsumu was a little bit jealous of his twin right now.

Because with volleyball, he couldn't do the same. Sure, you were there on almost every match that he had. Yes, there was always a smile on your face as you cheered for him. And of course, you looked so happy as you stood at the stands with pride swelling your chest.

But was that enough to give to a lover?

His winning only belonged to him, it was something that anyone else couldn't enjoy, except maybe his teammate. Unlike food that could be tasted, unlike clothes that could be worn. Volleyball just, well, volleyball. It was a sport that he loved, one that he couldn't share with a lover.

Yet you never changed, you never left him. Even though he couldn't give much, even though he was not that perfect boyfriend who could pay all the bills and buy you expensive gifts — you stayed, for such a long time, patiently there even though he was barely around.

"Atsumu?"

He jolted when his name slipped from your lips. Brown orbs immediately finding yours that filled with concern, face softened at whatever expression that was shown on his facade right now. "Why don't you eat your meal? Do you dislike it now?"

"No, no." He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze for a moment. "I like it, I like anything that you love, (Y/n)." He wanted to bonk his head for saying such a cliche sentence, but he couldn't help it since it was exactly what he felt.

You only gave him a smile before focusing back to the meal that he made for you. And for him, seeing you like this, so adorable as you shove your favourite food in your mouth — he wished that he did something like this sooner, adding some spices to his endless routine at the court.

Adding you, to his daily routine.

"I am going to clean the dishes, okay?" You said softly as you got up from your seat. Your plate was already empty with how fast you ate the meal. "You already cooked, so let me do this one."

He didn't answer and just ate the rest of the food on his plate. With his speed, he choked a little but kept continuing anyway. He gulped down a glass of water right after his plate was clean without anything on top of it.

"No. Let me be a good boyfriend to-"

"Atsumu."

The setter immediately went silent from the intonation that you used. Stern, yet still filled with warm. He didn't dare to say anything as you grabbed his plate away, afraid that he would ruin the perfect night.

Like what he always did, like all the nights before this.

"Just go upstairs, I will join you in bed once I am done." He didn't move though, eyes fleeting to where you were right now as you walked to the sink.

"You promise?"

You dropped the plate gently, letting out a sigh before turning your face toward him. There it was, a smile that always made him feel at ease. You looked so breathtaking even if you only cladded with old pajamas and hair sticking out like you haven't combed for days.

"I promise, Atsumu."

And with that, he stood up. Knowing for sure that you were a woman of your word.

Atsumu wanted to walk up toward you, wrapping his arms around your torso as he let his face rested on your nape, sniffling your scent as much as he could. But he was afraid, he never did that before, what if you didn't get used to him for being so touchy like that?

He decided to turn his head and ascend to the second floor where the shared bedroom was located. When he thought about it, he was rarely there, sleeping on the same bed with you even though it would be years since he had you as his lover.

Most of the time he was always out, practising until late at night, bonding with his teammates, and decided to crash at his friend's apartment instead since it was too far from his place to their gymnasium. Yet you always reached for him. Making time to give him some healthy lunchboxes and snacks in between your busy hours of work.

He realised that he was such a bad boyfriend.

"Hey, 'Tsumu-"

"You are coming today, right?" He asked with excitement as he zipped his team jacket up. "We are going to play against Suna! Ha, I want to rile him up so much I wonder how he is in the court right now." He looked like a child, gleeful as he looked at his reflection on the mirror. "You gonna be there?"

You could only stare at him, spinning your brain to think about what sentence that you should let out.

"W-Well, of course." You cleared his throat, cursing at yourself for even stuttering. "You promised to take me to that restaurant you reserved after the match too, how could I waste a chance to spend time with my boyfriend?"

And as you saw his face contorted into a shocked one, you knew that you were back in the same cycle all over again. "You forget, didn't you?"

"Fuck, I am sorry." He immediately turned his face toward you, fear coated his eyes. "I forgot to make the reservation and I— shit! I even promised Suna to hang out after that." He immediately took a few steps forward, wanting to cup your cheek as he knew you didn't deserve to be treated like this — from time to time.

"It's okay, 'Tsumu." And this was always the outcome. "Volleyball world comes first, I know. It's alright." For you to be so understanding, for you to realise your place. "Just make it up for me by enjoying your game. Win this game for me, maybe?"

He was relieved that you didn't get angry, most women would kick his ass if he acted like this all the time. But never you, never his (Y/n).

"You know I always win." He chuckled softly, followed by yours as he leaned in to press his lips on your forehead. "And today is nothing different. Why would I need to win for you just today though? The other match wins were all for you too."

"So it's like a routine, then?" Your eyes fleeting to pierce into his brown orbs. "Hey, 'Tsumu, do you have any plan for me today?"

Why did he feel like that question was a trap? With how your eyes filled with hope, he wanted to say that he indeed had a plan for you. But he didn't, and he couldn't lie. Because in the end, you always see right through him. That was proven by how the hope was gone even before he could part his lips.

"I see." There was a little remorse in your tone, and he wanted to cheer you up in an instant. "That's okay, then!" Yet you were the one who cheered him up, didn't want him to worry about anything. "Come on, let's go. I don't want your teammates to be wary if you are late!"

He frowned when he remembered that day. How he dropped you to stay with his twin brother the whole match, the way your eyes glimmered as Osamu gave you a lunch box filled with your favourite filling onigiri. The hug that was shared, that lingered longer as his twin congratulated you a 'happy birthday'.

Atsumu wanted to punch himself when he realised that it was your birthday after all. The reason why you wanted to spend time with him, why you seemed more clingy that day, of course. And yet, he was not the first person who gave you the greetings, even though he was the one who you saw first thing in the morning.

He always wondered about why you decided to stay with him in his free time that was almost non-existence.

How you always let everything slide, how you suck it up and just focus on his well being, how you answer everyone teasing about him being a bad boyfriend — yet you always answered with pride that whatever happened, he was a good one, and you were happy to have him as your boyfriend.

But at one point, anyone must have hit their limit. Right?

"What is clouding in that big head of yours, Atsumu?" You flicked his forehead, and it was like a reminder to him that he had you in his arms right now, laying under the warm blanket in the bedroom that you two shared. "Your upcoming—"

"You." He answered truthfully before averting his gaze from the ceiling to your face. "I was thinking about you, honestly."

There was a flicker of sadness in your eyes, and he wanted to curse at himself for saying something like that out of the blue. "I am sorry, I know that tonight was supposed to be just us enjoying the moment together and not being sappy."

He held your body even closer than before, afraid that you would be gone too soon if he let it loose. His body shifted a little so he could plant a kiss at the crown of your head, eyes fluttering close as he bathed on the scent that reminded him that he would never be alone.

No words were being said after that, just you and him in each other's embrace. Your fingers stayed in his unruly hair, caressing the blonde strands that slowly lulled him to sleep.

But he didn't want to sleep yet. He didn't want to close his eyes. He wanted to savour the moment with you, one that he rarely felt with how he always prioritised volleyball above everything else. Above you, even.

Atsumu rubbed his eyes from time to time, insisting to stay awake and gripped your hips a little tighter than before. Just one more minute, he wanted to feel your warm body cuddling against his skin for a little longer.

"Hey, (Y/n)." He called out, earning a little hum of acknowledgement slipping from your lips. "Can you call me like you used to?"

He could feel how your body went rigid for a second. Your breath hitched, halted as if the request was something that could hurt you. "I understand if you can't though. I am okay if you didn't, I just want to hear it again."

One second, two seconds, everything felt so heavy as he waited for your answer. He wanted to hear his nickname from your lips, it sounds so lovely, not irritating like how his brother called him with the same name.

"Okay, 'Tsumu."

He felt so relieved as he heard his name rolled down your tongue. Happiness, love, comfort, he found it all with the way you called his name. You always use that nickname ever since you dated him, and it felt like a lifetime ago since the last time he heard it from you.

It was just Atsumu now. No more 'Tsumu, just his full first name that still sounded so odd since he still couldn't believe his mind. No, he could believe it. With how much he neglected you, with how much he was never there in your life — he acknowledged it. He just didn't want to.

"You should sleep, 'Tsumu." Your fingers trailed down his cheek as you looked up. "You have practice tomorrow, right?"

You knew all about his schedules, all the things that he allowed to eat and things that he had to do. You printed his routine in the back of your mind, somehow up until now, you couldn't help but care for him.

"Yeah, I have practice tomorrow." He gulped down before booping your nose playfully. "But I want to stay awake a little more. If that's too much to ask?"

He mustered his puppy eyes, pouting a little and tightening his embrace around you. This was your weakness, to see him all clingy like this. And when you let out a sigh and giggle, he knew that he got you.

"God, I love you so much to resist you, you know that?" You whispered out under your breath. But then as if you knew in an instant what you had said, you cleared your throat. "Okay, I give in. Stop giving me that puppy eyes, Atsumu."

"Sorry, sorry." He smiled sheepishly before resting his head comfortably on the pillow once again, securing you in his embrace as you laid back on his chest. "One more question, (Y/n). And then I promised I would zip my mouth after that until we fell asleep."

"Alright, shoot."

He frowned a little, eyes scanning the unfamiliar ceiling. He was not supposed to feel like a guest in his own place. Yet as he saw the beige coloured ceiling with some starlight sticker, he didn't feel right. Yeah, it was the price that he had to pay for rarely here in this apartment with you.

"From scale zero to ten, how perfect of a man I am today?"

He heard a sigh, another one slipped from you. Atsumu could count how many times you had sigh because of him, and he really wished that he could make you laugh instead of giving you headaches like this. "Don't sugarcoat though, I just needed the truth."

"Ten." You answered without doubt, yet as he looked down, wanting to see your eyes, you didn't look up. "Not just today, you always had a perfect score as a man. Passionate, have a big dream, would do anything to achieve it. If not I am not going to be your girlfriend for so long."

Ah, he just realised that he used the wrong term in his question.

"Let me rephrase it, (Y/n)." He closed his eyes, thinking if he was ready to hear the truth or not. "From scale zero to ten, how perfect of a boyfriend I am today?"

You clutched the tight shirt that he wore at his question, burying your face on his chest to hide yourself. He raised one of his eyebrows in confusion, didn't know why you couldn't answer it. Maybe it was that bad, maybe he could never be a good boyfriend after all.

"Perfect." He almost couldn't hear your answer with how it muffled on his shirt. "You are so perfect today, 'Tsumu."

Though he could hear it so clearly, the answer. He wanted to hear the other statement, of how he was always a perfect boyfriend, just like how you told him he was a perfect man. But of course it was not possible, he never became a lover that you could be proud of.

All these time, you complimented him, you showed to the world his capability. His skill in volleyball, his soft side toward his brother, how loyal he was to his friends — but you never said anything about how good of a boyfriend he was.

It was just all about him, not how he treated you.

"Hold me," He pleaded, biting his lips since he didn't want his voice to waver. "Hold me tighter than usual." His voice sounded like a whisper as he held you close, and he wanted you to do the same. "Please?"

Miya Atsumu was not someone who liked to beg, he knew you always gave what he wanted anyway. "Just tonight." But he wouldn't gamble anything right now. "I just need it tonight."

He swallowed down the tears that entreating to escape from his eyes. With how your arm moved to hold him close, caging him in a circle filled with comfort, maybe this was enough to be remembered.

Maybe this was enough to be remembered forever.

"I love you, 'Tsumu."

You sat in the living room with your head hanging low, hands covering your face as you didn't have the courage to look up at where your boyfriend sat. "But I am… Tired."

This was the first time he saw you cry. No, the first one was when he won national all those years ago in high school as he screamed at you that he won for you too. But never like this, the tears you shed right now was different from back then. "I tried, I really want to stay with you, to kiss you every morning, to cuddle with you under the blanket."

He couldn't say anything, heart thundering as he knew what would happen next. He was not stupid, of course everyone had their limit, and after years went by with a stagnant pace in the relationship — of course you were going to hit it, sooner or later.

"But you are never there, 'Tsumu."

You finally looked at him, and you could feel your heart shattered even more when you saw his expression. He was dumbstruck, tongue-tied. It was as if he knew that this day would happen, but he still didn't want to believe it.

He didn't want to believe that one day you would get tired of being second in his life.

"Does that mean…" He couldn't ask, knowing the answer to his next question. But he needed to make sure. "Does that mean you want to end this?"

The sunlight that slipped in between curtains was the one who woke him up. He hissed as it reached his eyes, forcing him to wake up. But he closed his eyes once again, stirring his body a little to wrap his arms around you, wanting to feel the warm that your body radiated.

Yet he was only met with cold.

And that was the thing that woke him up in an instant.

His breath laboured as he sat on the bed, brown orbs scanning the room that he shared with you. No, you didn’t just leave, right? But he scanned the room, again and again, searching for any kind of sign that you were still there.

Then again, who was he anyway, to know the signs. He was never here, he could count how many nights that he slept here with you. Atsumu didn’t even remember there were any photographs of you and him together hanging on the wall, he didn’t even know the time you decided to put some starlight sticker on the ceiling, he didn’t know what was the difference between this morning and the others.

Though one thing that he knew for sure, you would always be there when he woke up here.

“Then, please. Give me just one day! I just need one day of your life.”

Atsumu knew that this morning would come, when emptiness met him and reality sinked in as he remembered all the flaws that he had. His feet dragged him out from the bedroom that now felt suffocating for him. He needed you, he had to see you.

“But, Atsu—”

“I will prove it to you! I promise that I’ll make things right for you.”

It was so quiet, there was no music playing on the soundbar. You used to play some upbeat songs to fill the silence as you waited for him to show up after shower. Yet as he walked down the stairs, he could only hear his own footsteps.

“And then you can leave. You can sneak out when I am asleep. You know how much of a heavy sleeper I am, right?”

But then, he was right from the start.

“Alright, Atsumu. I will give you one more night.”

You were indeed — a woman of your words.

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[sunmoonandeddie]

feelings are fatal (21/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 4,110

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, fluffiness, SMUT

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a/n: you guys

“Stevie?” You murmured softly as you laid on his chest, tracing shapes on his shoulder absentmindedly.

“Yeah, honey?” He asked with a grunt, his eyes closed. He was clearly really, really close to falling asleep, but…

You couldn’t sleep.

You were wide awake, the only sign of exhaustion being the ache between your legs.

Steve had just gotten back from a mission a few hours before. It had been no contact for a week as he took down this bad guy or that bad guy in… Where was it this past time? South Korea? Seoul, you were pretty sure.

Though, you didn’t understand why he was considered ‘undercover’ anywhere, considering the fact that he kind of stood out no matter what he did.

“Have you… Have you ever thought about marriage?” You asked, voice trembling. You two had been together for a few months, but… He’d already told you he loved you.

And you just wanted to know if you two were on the same page for the future.

Your boyfriend’s body went tense underneath you, and a sense of dread filled your heart.

You knew you shouldn’t have asked such a dumb fucking question.

“Sweetheart…,” he said slowly, coughing to clear the lump in his throat as he smoothed down your hair. “You know I love you, right?” He relaxed a little as you responded immediately with an affirming nod.

You sat up as he did, straddling him as he cupped your face in his hands. You needed to be close to him, pressed against his chest and leeching his warmth.

“The man that wanted marriage… kids… the whole picket fence thing…” He took in a shaky breath. “He died in the ice… That’s not saying that I don’t want a future with you, because I do! You’re my girl. You’re my forever,” he said reassuringly, his lips finding your forehead. “I don’t need to involve the government to know that—they’ve involved themselves in my business enough—or a dumb piece of paper. If you want a ring, I’ll buy you all the rings you could ever want.” Steve gave you a warm smile, the same smile that was plastered all over tabloids and history books alike. “Besides… We don’t need a piece of paper as long as we’ve got each other, right?” He asked.

“Right,” you said without hesitation, giggling as his lips pressed to yours and he flipped you over, ready to ravish you all over again.

“Malen’kaya?”

You stared out the window above the kitchen sink, elbow deep in soapy water.

“Honey?”

Vaguely, you can hear the mirth in his voice, tinged with a bit of worry.

But you’re too busy staring out the window, watching as the storm raged outside and rain pounded against the glass.

“Sweetheart? Darling?”

You’d watched Steve leave you from this window. Your life had ended, or so you thought.

So much had changed since then, and… And it was all for the better.

You jumped a foot in the air as gentle hands found your hips. His metal appendage slipped under your sweatshirt, gently rubbing your tummy. “H-Hi.”

“Hi,” he chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You’ve been staring off into space for ten minutes.”

Sure enough, you realized that the formerly hot water in the sink had gone cold and most of the bubbles had disappeared.

“I was just thinking…”

“Oh, yeah? Sounds dangerous.” He let out a laugh as you smacked his arm, not caring that you were getting him wet.

“I was just thinking about the last time we were here and I was in this spot… and how much better my life is,” you said.

You could feel his sharp inhale at your words, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles into your skin. “Yeah? You mean it, pretty girl?” He asked, his lips ghosting against your shoulder.

“I mean it.”

Bliss surrounded you two like a heavy blanket as he held you, the both of you relishing the closeness.

“Maybe we should just stay here forever,” you said with a lazy smile, finishing the dishes as he held you.

Bucky hummed softly, his eyes closed. There was no way he was going to disagree. “Why are you washing the dishes by hand if we’ve got a dishwasher? A very expensive one, might I add.”

“Because,” you snorted, rinsing your hands and drying them after letting the water out. “Sometimes it’s better to do things yourself…” Heart warm, you let your head fall back against his shoulder as he slowly began to rock you back and forth.

A hum from deep in his chest lulled you, some forties song.

“Heaven… I’m in heaven,” he started to sing, surprisingly well. “And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak, and I seem to find the happiness I seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek…”

It was all you had ever dreamed of, when you were younger. Like in that dingy motel room. Despite knowing it was wrong and he wouldn’t take advantage of you like that, you had so wanted the Soldat to love you. You had wanted him to take you like how the older girls had talked about when you were barely a teenager.

Of course, it hadn’t been your Soldat doing that. He wasn’t like that.

But the other Soldats had been, and you were lucky that yours had protected you so well as you’d gotten older.

“Yes, heaven… I'm in heaven, and the cares that hung around me through the week seems to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak when we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek.”

“Isn’t this song usually a lot faster?” You asked, a smirk playing on your lips. “Are you just so elderly that you can’t keep up, Barnes?” Squeals filled the air as he tickled your sides, and you thrashed in his hold. “Jamie! Jamie! No!”

Hot breath tickled against your ear as he stopped. “Are you gonna let me be all sweet with you or are you gonna keep being such a brat?” He asked, squeezing you close once again.

God, you’d let him sweet with you all he wanted and then some.

“I guess you can be sweet with me,” you said after a moment, voice breathy and barely audible. “Especially since you actually aren’t a half-bad singer.”

“Not as good as you,” he said, beginning to rock you once more as lightning lit up the sky outside, a clap of thunder following soon after. “I love listening in when you’re putting Morgan to sleep… singing her those little lullabies…” He pressed a kiss to your hair before he continued on, “Oh, I'd love to climb the mountain, reach the highest peak, but it doesn't thrill me half as much as dancing cheek to cheek.” He finished the rest of the song, before humming a faint melody as your head lulled back against his shoulder.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world, James.”

“And you’re mine.”

Bucky, the loving man that he is, led you to the couch and tucked himself in beside you. “Friday, turn on the fireplace,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. The hunk of a man pulled you to his chest and onto his lap. “You know, if we keep joking about staying here forever, I’m gonna take it seriously and you’ll be stuck here with me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me,” you said, your lower lip tugged between your teeth as you leaned back against him. Your fingers ran up and down his arm, tickling his skin. “Just you and me… Maybe Morgan can come visit…”

“Or we can go live in the woods like a bunch of cavemen,” he said. You could feel his lips turning into a slow smile against your shoulder. “You wanna watch a movie? We could continue on our journey of catching me up on pop culture.”

You turned to look at him, mouth opening with a response. But as soon as you looked into his eyes, every thought you had ever had just disappeared.

The cerulean of his eyes seemed to pop, glittering in the flickering warm light of the fire. Shadows danced on his face and for a moment you could’ve sworn he was a Greek god.

You have compared him to Hades many a time in your head.

Bucky breathed out your name, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“James… I—” You suddenly cut yourself off as you rushed forward, pressing your lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. It wasn’t like the one from the aquarium. This one held so much more.

“I need you,” he breathed out as he kissed you over and over again, his hands cupping your face. His broad chest was pressed against yours as he moved one arm to wrap it around you and lay you down on the soft couch. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this.”

“Trust me, I’ve probably been dreaming of it longer,” you insisted with a snort, the two of you laughing into the kiss.

You never used to laugh with Steve during sex. It was always so serious, so intense.

You liked being able to laugh while the love of your life was holding you, touching you, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

Bucky pulled back enough to look you in the eyes. “Absolutely not. I’ve been dreaming of it way longer than you have.”

You sit up on your elbows so you can kiss your noses together. “Jamie… I’ve been dreaming of this since I was sixteen.” A smile spread over your face as you watched his cheeks go red.

“That’s not fair,” he insisted as he pouted at you. “If I wanted you like that back then, I would’ve been a sicko. You were allowed to have a crush on me without being a creep.”

There’s another round of kiss-drunk giggles as you peck his lips over and over again. “Not my fault. Though I do really appreciate that you didn’t see me that way when I was a literal child.”

His vibranium hand slips up underneath your top, tickling your tummy as he left a trail of kisses down your neck. “Not that I didn’t find you absolutely adorable back then, but can we please not talk about you as a child right now?” He murmured against the delicate skin of your neck.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine,” you said, trying to joke but losing your voice as his lips found a particularly sweet spot right along your collarbone. “Oh, Jamie…” Your skin feels like it’s on fire everywhere he touches you. “Fuck…” You barely heard him curse about how small the couch was for his super soldier frame, before he scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Arms wrapping around him, you found his lips again as you kissed him deeper. “Where we goin,’ Jamie?” You asked with an impish grin.

“Right here,” he said, chuckling as he laid you down on the fur rug in front of the fireplace.

Tony had resorted to only buying fur from indigenous vendors. Hell, he’d given Natasha a whole lecture about how her faux fur and faux leather (AKA plastic) clothing and accessories were worse for the environment than real fur and leather.

Which was true.

He’d spent the last decade of his life doing everything he could to turn his life around, even though he did mess up quite a few times.

But you’d rather not be thinking about the environmental logistics of fur at the moment.

The only thing about fur you wanted to think about was how soft it was against your skin as Bucky laid you down, leaning over you and pecking your lips over and over again.

“Comfortable?” He mumbled in between kisses.

The fire crackled beside you as you nodded breathlessly, shivering as his hand found its way to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

“Can I take this off, darlin?’” He asked, his voice husky and deep, slow like molasses.

You were pretty sure you heard a bit of his old Brooklyn accent slipping in there.

Fuck, that was fucking hot.

“Please,” you said, lifting your arms so he could tug it off of your frame and toss it somewhere to the side.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” the man breathed out as he looked at you under him. His hands went to your cotton sleep shorts next, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours in a silent question.

“I trust you,” you said, lifting your hips for him.

It was like a wave of reassurance had washed over him. He carefully tugged your shorts down and pulled them down your legs. The shorts did get caught on your foot, and he scowled as he had to untangle it, though he clearly wasn’t actually mad.

The air was soft and light around you, which you hadn’t been expecting. When you’d had sex with anyone else, it was always so heavy and hot and intense. Stifling, was the word you were looking for. It felt like you were performing when you were naked with anyone else.

With James, in your mismatched laundry day lingerie, you felt more like yourself than you ever had been.

“I like this,” he teased as he nodded to your Calvin Klein bralette and your bright tie-dye patterned panties. His flesh hand had wrapped around your ankle and was holding your foot up so it was up at his chest. “I didn’t know it was possible to look so cute and so sexy at the same time.” He pressed a kiss to your inner ankle, right next to the bone. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Jamie,” you whined, instinctively covering your face. “Stop it.”

“What? Nah. That would make me a liar. A liar by omission,” he said as he kissed up your calf, taking his sweet time. Occasionally he’d give a little nip and smirk at the way you jumped. “And baby girl, we both know I’d never lie to you.”

You’d never been loved on the way he was loving on you. Your insecurities seemed to disappear under his heated but adoring gaze. “James…” You wanted to reach out and pull him to you for another kiss, but at the same time, you never wanted him to stop the trail he was leaving up to your knee.

“You know, I could spend hours just looking at you…,” he said as he started to lay down between your legs, his lips pressed against your inner thigh. “I went to art school back in the day… and I could fill an entire gallery with pictures, sketches, paintings, sculptures of you.”

Despite how calm he seemed, you could feel the slight trembling of his hands, could hear the waver in his voice.

He was nervous.

His baby blues focused in on the wet spot at the front of your panties, his breath hitching in his throat. “Can I touch you, baby doll? Please?” The second you nodded, his hands were on the thin, silky fabric, and you gasped as you heard the tell-tale rip.

“You ripped my panties?! Those are one of my favorite pairs!” You whined, pouting. “And all my other pairs are in the laundry!”

“Good thing I can buy you a million more,” he shot back with a sheepish grin. “And I don’t think you’re gonna need panties for the rest of the day, honey. Or clothing, for that matter.”

Rolling your eyes, you peeled your bra off your body and threw it in the general direction of the couch. “You’re such a bad influence.” But every thought in your head completely disappeared as he leaned in and his tongue ran through your slick folds. The moan he let out shook you to your core. “Holy shit,” you cursed as your hands flew to his head.

Bucky just smiled as your fingers tightened in his hair and accidentally pulled as he did it again. “You taste like heaven,” he said into your pussy as he sucked one of your folds into his mouth. Using his fingers, he spread your pussy open so he could get a good look, letting out a groan. “So pretty… So soft.”

“Jamie… Please… feels so good,” you breathed out as you instinctively tried to push his head closer again. You needed more. He couldn’t just tease you like that.

He really didn’t need anymore encouragement, and he wasn’t going to make you beg for something he’d been daydreaming about since he’d seen you again, when he’d broken out of Hydra’s control. When he’d seen you again, and even after he’d found out that you were his best friend’s girlfriend.

You had no hope of hanging on the second his tongue found your clit. For a moment, you felt like you’d blacked out as your orgasm washed over you, wave after wave of pleasure drowning you. “JAMIE!” You shouted as black dots appeared in your vision. Chest heaving, you tried to catch your breath as you laid back on the rug.

“How you doing, baby?” Bucky asked huskily as he kissed your hip, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “You still with me?”

“Yeah, I’m with you,” you breathed out as you reached for his face, pulling him close to kiss you. “You with me?”

“Yeah,” he said as he rested his forehead against yours. “I’m with you.” He smoothed down your hair, pecking your lips. “You wanna keep going? It’s up to you,” he said, voice low and soothing. “This is all about you, malen’kaya.”

Running your fingers through his hair, you kissed him fiercely. “I wanna keep going. I want you. I need you.” You didn’t hesitate as you pulled his shirt off of him, drinking in the sight of his broad chest. “Beautiful,” you said as you ran your hands over his hot skin. Your fingertips traced over the scars on his left shoulder, and you could feel the shaky breath he took. “You are, James. You’re so fucking handsome…”

The blush that dusted across his cheeks complimented that bashful smile he wore. “Now you’re just flattering me, sweetheart,” he said, kissing you as he worked off his pants with one hand.

“Commando? Really?” You drawled as you glanced down between you. However, you were mostly just trying to not let yourself panic a little at his sheer size.

Steve had been long, yes, but Bucky was thick.

What was it Peter liked to say? Thick with two c’s?

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked quietly, pulling you out of your head. “We don’t have to.” His fingers blazed a trail along your hip, dipping into the apex of your thighs. As he waited for your answer, he slipped two fingers into your wet t, heat, slowly pumping them in and out and scissoring them to open you up, preparing you for his length. “You gotta talk to me, pretty baby…”

“Yes, I wanna do this,” you insisted, mouth falling open as he found that soft, spongy spot inside of you. “Fuck… Jamie, please… Don’t wanna wait any longer.”

Thankfully, he relented and withdrew his fingers, leaving you with an empty feeling. He lined himself up as he gave his hard cock a few strokes.

The air left your lungs as he slowly pressed against your entrance, before he finally pushed in.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight, angel,” he whispered, the strands of his hair tickling your face as his head hung low. “Is it romantic of me to say that I might cum just from this?”

Laughter bubbled up in your chest as you nodded, raising your legs to wrap around his waist. “The most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” you teased. “I wouldn’t judge you if you did. I know how good my pussy is.”

Bucky had tears in his eyes from how hard he was laughing, nuzzling his nose against yours. All of the anxiety you had noticed before had dissipated, leaving behind the man you knew and loved.

The fire crackled beside you, and you reached up to caress his face. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” you said. You’d told him before, but you felt the need to remind him.

“And you’re mine,” he answered as he pushed in further, moaning lowly. He was really struggling with the whole not cumming too early thing apparently. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in over seventy years, let alone a dame as stunning as you,” he said, stuttering over his words. “Fuck… Really not trying to embarrass myself, come on, Barnes.”

He hadn’t even noticed that you were losing yourself to the pleasure he was giving you, the delicious ache the stretch of his cock brought.

“Jamie, please.”

It must’ve been the whine in your voice or something, but his eyes locked in on yours. “Fuck. I gotcha, baby girl.” Focusing hard enough to cause a vein in his forehead to pop, he bottomed out inside of you, taking a moment to compose himself before he started to move. “My sweet malen’kaya,” he said against your lips. His fingers threaded into your hair as he leaned on his elbows for support. The roll of his hips was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moaned, head falling back to expose the smooth, unmarked column of your throat.

Well, it wouldn’t be unmarked for long.

You squealed as his lips found your neck, sucking and biting. It might’ve been a little juvenile, but the thought of him being so desperate to mark you up, to show the world that you were his, got you even more hot and bothered than before.

“Feel good, baby? You like that?” He asked in a growl as he jerkily moved one of his hands down your body to rub your clit, awkwardly having to take a moment to regain his balance on one elbow. “You feel like heaven. My own little corner of paradise…”

The rainstorm raged around you, but you didn’t notice or feel the thunder that shook the earth. The only thing you could focus on was Bucky.

You would’ve liked to think that you would’ve been a lot more eloquent, perhaps sexier and kinkier, if and when you two finally slept together, but every thought had left your brain. It was like he’d fucked you stupid.

It didn’t take long before you felt the familiar tightening in your belly, your nails digging into his back muscles. “Oh, god. Yes, yes, keep going,” you begged, finally finding your voice. “Yes, holy shit, yes. Feels so fucking good. I’m gonna… Oh, fuck.”

“You gonna cum for me? Huh?” He rasped, brow furrowed. “Go on… Cum for me. On one… two… three.”

Your back arched sharply off of the bed, and he wrapped an arm around you to hold you to him as he continued thrusting. Your climax came on like a tsunami, and if you weren’t so dazed from the orgasm, you might’ve been stupid enough to been embarrassed by the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your core.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he said, biting at your neck as his thrusts became sloppier and harder. “Fuck, fuck, holy shit, malen’kaya.”

“Inside me,” you said, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Please… Need you to fill me up, Jamie. Please.”

At that exact moment, you watched a moment of panic come over him before he suddenly slammed his hips against yours before going incredibly still.

Your heart caught in your throat as you felt him cumming, spilling inside of you and filling you to the brim.

“Darlin,’ you can’t just say shit like that and not expect me to lose it right then and there,” he rasped, feeling like he was walking on air.

The tight grip your legs had around his waist stopped him from pulling out.

Not that he was complaining.

“Mmm… I need to lay down for a minute… let some blood get to my brain,” he said, lying completely on top of you and hiding his face in your neck.

“Mmm…. I think we should just stay like this forever,” you said as you closed your eyes, letting him take his comfort from you. You craved it. Loved it. Your lungs felt heavy as you (somehow) snuggled even closer to him.

“Me, too,” he said as the two of you started to doze off, utterly exhausted. “Me, too.”

[queenshelby]

The Cottage (Just Friends Part 4) - Cillian Murphy Imagine

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT

Words: 3825

READ PREVIOUS PARTS HERE

Last night, Cillian stayed at your house. He had a sleepover, which was a rare occurrence. Even more so was the fact that you didn’t actually sleep with each other that night.

‘Good Morning Sleepyhead’ Cillian said as you stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

‘Why do you always get up so early?’ you asked, as he handed you a cup of coffee.

‘Habit I suppose. Did you sleep alright?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘Good’ he said, before leaning in to kiss you. His lips tasted like coffee and you certainly didn’t expect the kiss. In fact, you didn’t expect anything that happened last night either, the gentle kisses, massages and curling up together in bed. There was intimacy but yet there was no sex.

‘I think I should go home now and pack some clothes. It’s a three-hour drive to Kerry. I will pick you up in an hour and we leave?’ Cillian said after your lips drifted apart.

‘Alright’ you said. You were excited to spend the entire weekend with Cillian even though you knew that you really should talk with him about your feelings.

As Cillian left you quickly had a shower and packed some clothes. You knew he would return on time. In fact, he had never been late since the day you’ve met. He was a punctual man.

The drive to Kerry was nice and very scenic. Cillian played some interesting music on the way there and you chatted a lot about your kids, holidays you’ve been on and plans for the future.

After a three-hour and very entertaining drive, Cillian pulled up in front of a small cottage surrounded by beautiful green bushlands. It was almost like in a movie, built out of grey bricks and with a dark brown roof.

Fire wood was stacked up against the front wall of the house and someone was clearly maintaining the garden when Cillian wasn’t there. The garden was perfectly manicured, with flowers and bushes of rosemary and other herbs.

‘The boys love to come here and visit the lake nearby, going fishing and stuff’ Cillian said as he opened the door to the cottage.

‘Wow, this is really nice Cillian’ you said as the fireplace in the living room caught your eye.

‘I wish we would have better weather, but I think that, regardless of the rain, a bit of nature will help you relax after your shit week’ Cillian said as it was already bucketing rain.

While Cillian carried your two small bags inside, you looked around the house. It had two bedrooms. One room had a wooden bunk bed and lots of toys and books. The other room had a large double bed with white sheets and a large crochet blanket. It was simple, but beautiful.

The living room had a large corner lounge with several blankets and books in the shelf next to it. There also was a record player and TV and the most beautiful fireplace you had ever seen.

The bathroom had a large bathtub and amazing views of the bushlands. You could certainly understand why Cillian loved it here.

While you were unpacking your bags, the rain slowly died down and Cillian suggested that you go for a walk together before it starts raining again.

You were keen to try out the bed instead, but agreed. A walk would do you good and there was always time for some intimacy later. After all, you had the entire weekend together.

You put on your warm jacket and boots and followed Cillian’s lead into the bushlands. He knew the area well and it was absolutely stunning.

You never smelled air as clean as this. It smelled like moss and wet leaves.

‘So what do you think?’ Cillian asked as you walked through the bushland, following a small track with several lookouts.

‘It’s beautiful here, thank you for taking me’ you said, pausing for a minute to take in the views.

‘You are welcome’ Cillian said before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss was gentle but yet passionate.

After your lips drifted apart, you smiled at each other and he took your hand into his before you continued with your walk.

‘Your hands a pretty cold, do you want to turn around?’ Cillian asked as he could tell that you were freezing.

You nodded and you slowly made your way back to the cottage.

On your way back to the cottage, you could feel the wind picking up and, halfway back, it began to rain again.

‘Are you alright?’ Cillian asked as he noticed you shivering as your clothes got wetter and wetter by the minute.

‘Yes, I am fine’ you said as you smiled at Cillian. He looked cute with wet hair from the rain.

By the time you arrived at the cottage, you were both absolutely drenched. Your clothes and shoes were wet and your hair was a mess.

You put your shoes and jackets into the corridor to let them dry off while Cillian grabbed a big blanket from the shelf next to the lounge.

‘Common’ he said as he wrapped the blanket around you and you sat down on the lounge.

‘I will get this fireplace going and run you a bath, alright?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘The bathtub is big enough for the both of us’ you said suggestively and Cillian agreed to join you.

While Cillian was grabbing some more wood from outside, you made your way into the bathroom and stripped off your clothes.

You were freezing cold and couldn’t wait to climb into the bathtub.

Within seconds, you sank down into the almost scorching water, wincing slightly, before sighing as your body got used to the warmth. You leaned your head backwards, closing your eyes, loving how the hot water relaxed your muscles.

It wasn’t long until you heard Cillian enter the bathroom.

As he stripped off his clothes entirely, you moved forward, making some space for him behind you.

This was the first time you had a bath together and you were excited about it.

Cillian climbed into the bathtub behind you and moved your long hair to one side before gently giving you a kiss on your neck as he sat down.

‘Lean back’ he said as he wrapped his arms around you and you leaned the side of your face against his chest.

You turned your neck slightly, facing him halfway to exchange a passionate kiss.

‘I am enjoying this Cillian’ you said as you could feel his warm and damp skin against yours.

‘So am I Y/N’ Cillian said, as suddenly, you felt a pair of hands run up your thighs, coming to a stop at your hips.

‘You are so beautiful’ he whispered as he touched your body, causing the desire to build up in between your legs almost instantly.

You loved every second of it and you loved feeling his warmth.

Cillian was kissing and gently biting your neck as his hands ran up and down your legs, causing you to close your eyes and purring at his touch.

‘Cillian, you know I love…’ you said, but didn’t continue your sentence.

‘You love?’ Cillian asked, as he slowly let a finger run down your slit, before going back up again, slowly.

‘I love feeling your touch’ you said quickly and bit your tongue.

‘Good, because I love touching you’ Cillian chuckled before he slowly began to circle your clit.

You raised your legs, putting your feet over the porcelain of the tub in order to give him better access and moaned, arching your back as he picked up the pace.

Your breathing sped up quickly with Cillian’s fingers rubbing your clit and his lips kissing your neck at the same time.

Beneath you, could feel his erection growing, poking into your back.

As your breathing sped up, your chest heaved up and down, your nipples raising from beneath the warm water, up into the colder air, and back down and up. The change in temperature made your nipples harden, and sent almost painful charges of lightning down into your clit.

As if this wasn’t enough, Cillian carefully slid two fingers into you as he continued his attack on your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan.

‘Oh my god, don’t stop’ you moaned as his arms, which were wrapped around you in order to access your mound, spread your legs apart wider while pushing your body harder into his chest.

There was no way that you could move and escape the intensity of your approaching orgasm.

‘Oh my god’ you moaned as you clinged your hands onto the edge of the bathtub as your whole body trembled and your orgasm washed over you.

A breathless chuckle appeared just beside your ear, and you shivered, triggering a few more clenches.

‘Are you okay?’ Cillian murmured, and you nodded slowly.

‘More than okay’ you answered.

Releasing your hold and sliding your legs back down into the water, you sat up a bit more straight.

‘I love watching you like this’ Cillian said, before observing that the water was getting rather cold.

‘Should we continue this in the living room?’ you asked, knowing that the fireplace would have heated up the area by now.

‘Sounds like a plan’ Cillian said as he stepped out of the bath.

After he dried himself off, he wrapped the towel around him and went into the living room while you were getting out of the bath.

Once you finally made your way to the living room, completely naked, you noticed a couple of blankets and pillows right in front of the fireplace.

‘Now that is very romantic’ you smirked, walking over to Cillian and kiss him.

‘That’s the way I roll’ Cillian said jokingly.

‘It’s just missing the music now’ you said as you walked over to the wooden box with the records.

You didn’t know most of the albums and asked Cillian to choose while you lied down in front of the fireplace. Cillian didn’t hesitate and chose a record. It was nice, slow and romantic, a mix of indie and jazz. The perfect choice with the fire crackling in the background and the raindrops running down the window.

Cillian was powerless to resist you as you were leaning against the pillows, inviting him to join you with a hint of your naked curves highlighted by the flames.

Cillian let his towel drop to the floor and lied next to you, pressing his lips onto yours passionately.

You slid up next to him, pressing yourself tight against his naked body as he wrapped an arm around you, feeling your fire-warmed skin against his own.

His hands began exploring your smooth stomach, slowly gliding his fingers up your body, while you were grinding yourself against him, feeling his erection against your wet folds.

Cillian’s hand crept even higher, coming up to slip across your breasts.

As he brushed along your nipples, you let out a soft gasp. He was taking it slow and you took it all in.

As much as you've been wanting to tease him and feel him inside of you, you enjoyed this slow romance he was offering you.

As you were feeling fingers begin to dance across your nipples, his hard, throbbing cock continued to press against you and you couldn’t help but get excited, a flood of wetness growing between your legs.

Cillian began to lean down and place soft, passionate kisses along your bare shoulder. Working his way from your arm, along your collarbone, slowly up your neck, his lips continued to explore your delicious skin.

Your head tilted up to make room for his mouth getting higher up your neck until he finally met your mouth, letting his tongue dance with yours.

There was a lustful connection between you as kissed passionately and his grip tightened, holding you close.

While your tongues explored each other's mouths, your hands were exploring each other's bodies.

One of Cillian’s hands soon returned to the wetness building up in between your legs, causing a loud moan to escape you as he brushed against your sensitive clit.

It wasn’t long until his fingers slid lower, parting your wet slit as they go, coating themselves with your sweet juices. Slick and wet, they easily glide along, beginning to explore every part of your sensitive pussy, hovering around your hole as they move up and down your gaping lips.

Cillian’s other fingers began to swirl around your hardened nipples, sweeping across them to give them a quick pinch every now and again. As you let out another moan, he took advantage of your open mouth and suck your bottom lip into his mouth gently, biting it as he tugged on you with my teeth before letting it slip away.

Looking down at you with a devious smirk, he slipped two of his fingers inside your wet pussy. Your eyes widened as you gasped from the pleasurable shock rippling through you.

With his fingers deep inside you, you felt them begin to slowly work back and forth, a slight curve making them touch the most sensitive parts inside you. Your gasp quickly turned to a low moan and you looked at Cillian with fiery desire, pulling him back to your lips so you can taste him once more as his fingers rock in and out of your wet pussy.

The pulses of ecstasy coming from Cillian’s fingers inside you began to make you want to lose control. You couldn’t help it and your hips began to gyrate against his hand, your body craving more of his touch.

Cillian pulled away from your mouth and began to plant a kisses down your chin, your throat and your shoulder.

Running down your chest, his mouth found your perky breasts and took one of your nipples in between his lips, swirling his tongue around it. He loved your breasts. They were small, but they were firm and soft at the same time.

You moaned as he devoured you, relishing the feeling of his mouth upon your nipple and his fingers inside your dripping pussy.

While Cillian was pleasing you, you reached your hand in between you both and took hold of his thick shaft, feeling him throb in your grip.

‘I need you inside me’ you breathlessly demanded while looking at Cillian with lust filled eyes. His eyes brightened, seeing the hunger inside you.

Cillian pulled away from you, guiding you onto your back which was supported by the soft pillows he had placed upon the blankets earlier.

He hoovered over you and positioned himself in between your legs as you starred into his amazing blue eyes.

As you began to exchange a passionate kiss, you reached in between you and Cillian taking hold of his hard cock again.

As you spread your legs widely, you guided him towards your entrance, causing the tip of his hard cock press against your waiting, ready hole.

You felt him slowly and easily push inside you, causing you to arch your back against him, savouring the feeling of him finally filling you.

You moaned with desire as his cock kept going and going until you felt his balls press tight against you. His entire length was deep inside you.

Cillian pulsed his cock against your tight grip before slowly sliding his shaft out once more. Just before the head slipped out, he pushed himself back in. Over and over, in and out, slowly letting you feel every inch of him.

You arched your back even further, exposing your neck, luring his mouth to place gentle bites across it. You let out a wail of delight feeling Cillian’s teeth and tongue on you. The sliver of pain from the small bites sent shivers through you to mix with the pleasure erupting from between your legs. You were certain that you would have bruises on your neck tomorrow once again, but you didn’t mind.

As Cillian thrusted in and out of you gently, he could feel you squirm against him.

He let out a low growl against your skin before he looked you in the eyes, glimpsing at that want and that need for him.

After several more minutes, Cillian pushed one of the blankets out of the way and flipped around, pulling you with him. You were now on top of him and, in an instant, his cock was back inside you as you lowered yourself down onto his shaft.

‘God you are beautiful’ he said as his eyes gazed over your body and face, the fire reflecting on your skin.

Him saying this sent shivers across your skin. You loved to be complimented by him.

After starring into each other’s eyes, full of lust and desire, Cillian pulled you down to his lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands reached back to your ass and, with a firm grip, he began guiding you up and down on his throbbing cock.

It wasn’t long until you broke away from lips to gasp for air as you began to bounce faster and faster.

Cillian was pushing up against you and eagerly began kissing and nibbling at every part of you. Your throat, your shoulders, your chest. As he reached your breasts, you let out a gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue flicking across your nipple.

Now sitting up, with your legs being wrapped around him, Cillian pulled your hair back slightly and gently. His mouth was slightly open as he inhaled the beautiful smell of yours skin.

You have never felt as close to him as in this moment. It was intense and your bodies were literally wrapped up into each other as you were making love.

Your hands held onto his back and hair tightly and he did the same with you as the thrusts continued. You moved in sync with each other and moaned together, primal roars overtaking the roar of the fireplace reflecting flames against your glistening bodies.

You were locked together, combined as a single being of pure pleasure. There is nothing else but your two bodies rocking against each other.

The heat inside you swelled fast as an orgasmic rush of ecstasy was tearing through your body.

You clenched your thighs around him, your fingers digging into his back.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you screamed as your climax peaked and your pussy quivered around his cock as your second orgasm washed over you.

The sounds you were making and the contractions around his cock sent Cillian over the edge also.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned as his shaft throbbed and pulsed inside you, shooting thick warm ropes of cum deep into you.

You continued to thrust against each other as you cum together in synced bliss, letting go over everything as you both rode out your peak.

With your orgasms finally subsiding, you exchanged a passionate kisses, then smiling at each other with hungry eyes.

‘I never had sex as good with anyone’ you said as you untangled yourself from Cillian. As he slipped out of you, you could feel both of your juices leak from you.

‘Neither have I. You are amazing Y/N’ he said with a smile before he collapsed onto the pillows behind him.

You lied down beside him, tugging the blanket back over your naked bodies before Cillian wrapped you up in his arms.

He kissed your bare skin over and over, tilting your head to meet your eyes and giving you a quick playful kiss.

‘Y/N?’ Cillian said as he looked at you, into your beautiful eyes.

‘Yes, Cillian?’ you said with a big smile. His company made you truly happy and comfortable.

‘I think I am falling for you. I know it’s wrong and we agreed on no strings attached but when I’ve heard about you going on a date with someone else I felt, well, jealous I suppose and that’s when I realised…’ Cillian said and, before he could continue, you asked the all important question.

‘When you say falling for me, do you mean you are falling in love with me?’ you asked, your heart dropping and a warm feeling rushing over you.

‘Yes, I suppose I am in love with you’ Cillian said. You could hear the nervousness in his voice.

‘You suppose?’ you asked with a slight worry creeping in.

‘Yes, because I don’t know where to go from here Y/N. I want to be with you, but I also think it’s a bad idea if we take this further’ Cillian said with sigh.  

‘I want to be with you too Cillian. In fact, that’s what I wanted for quite some time. The only reason I went on the date with Jeremy was because I didn’t think you were interested in me the same way I was interested in you’ you said as you cupped Cillian’s face. ‘So, with both of us feeling the same way, why can’t we just be together?’ you asked.

‘Together as in being a couple?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘You are 18 years younger than me Y/N, it can’t possibly work’ Cillian said.

‘Age is just a number. Despite, it worked for many couples before. I think it all depends on an individual’s personality’ you said, trying to reason with Cillian.

‘I don’t think you understand the implications. It is not that simple Y/N’ Cillian said as his hand ran gently over your cheek.

‘Well, explain it to me then. What implications are you talking about?’ you asked.

‘For starters, are you prepared for the social disapproval of our relationship, possibly even from family?’ Cillian asked before carrying on. ‘Also, as you know, I have to deal with press now and then. As you could imagine, there would probably be a lot of backlash’ Cillian added.

‘I am happy to take my chances if you are. There will always be haters in the world and, if this is what I need to deal with in order to be happy, then so be it’ you said, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘I love you Cillian, that’s all that matters to me’ you said as you cupped his face firmly.

‘I love you too Y/N’ Cillian said, before kissing you gently. ‘I suppose we can see where this goes, if this is what you want’ he said after he broke the kiss, causing you to simply nod and smash your lips back onto his.

You continued the passionate kisses for quite some time until you both noticed your tummies growling.

‘Hungry?’ Cillian asked as he brushed his hand through your hair gently. You had been in front of the fire place for hours by that time.

‘Yes a little’ you giggled. You really didn’t want to get up.

‘Yeah me too’ Cillian said. ‘How about I make my girlfriend some dinner and then we watch a movie’ Cillian suggested.

‘Sounds fantastic, I help’ you said just before you kissed one more time.