#punk sandy cheeks

[britishsquidward]

Punk Sandy from SpongeBob SquigglePants

Also sorry I've been like,non-existant lately, my laptop broke. AGAIN.

[the-kr8tor]

Perhaps for fluffy friday/hobie brown x reader. Maybe it could be like a beach night? For example: Hobie and reader are strolling along the beach at night, and at one point they end up getting into a bit of a playful splash-fight with the shallow ends? Anyways- I really like your writing! It always manages to give me inspo whenever I have writers block:))

Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

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The shore glows nothing like you've ever seen before. Iridescent blues and purple dance along the tides as they lap at the sandy beaches; like tiny glittering stars fell into the sea to join with the seafoam.

You use the light as your guide while Hobie holds onto your hand to make sure you're not taken in by the waves. His other hand holds onto your sandals as you're occupied with splashing your feet into the salty waters; effectively lighting up the shimmering stars with your movements. Leaving specks of light instead of footsteps in the sand.

“Do you think the small algae can make you sick?” He suddenly asks above the sound of waves and the endless night.

“What?” You pause mid-step, squeezing his hand once. “What do you mean?”

You can see his faint outline, a halo around him appearing thanks to the full moon above. “Like black mold.”

You scrunch your brows. “I don't think they're the same though.” Continuing to walk, he lets go of your hand to snake his arm around your waist. Chin placed on your shoulder, lips blowing air into your ear as you lean closer. You giggle, craning your head to meet with his stare. “Hi to you too, Hobie.”

Blue lights dance on his pensive face, “Algae are alive, and they're the cause of the bioluminescence.” He once thought that the long walks on the beach were a bunch of bollocks, but now that he's strolling along with you under the moonlight— he thinks that he should add it to his introduction whenever he has to introduce himself. “D’you think they'll get into your skin?”

You still haven't seen through his act.

“Someone read the pamphlet.” You tease, wiping away stray sand from his cheeks left when you buried him in the sand a few hours ago. He's absolutely enamored by you in this light. “Like, they'd make my feet glow or something?”

Hobie huffs, leaning away and taking your nose in his fingers to squeeze playfully. Your laughter echoes around the near empty beach. “‘m just lookin' after you. What if the algae gets in between your nails and enters your system, huh? What then?” He's incredibly happy in paradise with you. A bit sunburnt from how much he surfed and forgot to reapply sunscreen, but happy nonetheless.

“Wha’!” Your voice is altered by his fingers around your nose. Eyes wide, you still don't see what he's doing. Your face coaxes him to continue with his scheme.

“You'll be taken over by algae, and then turned into one of its mindless hosts to add to their growing mind hive.” Every word he says, your fear is stomped away, leaving only a (feigned) flat expression. “Imagine that, you'll be my algae girlfriend—”

You yank his finger away, biting it but not enough to actually hurt him. Hobie laughs, taking back his hand to embrace you while the waves drench both of your ankles. He laughs into your neck, you feel his laughter reverberate in his chest. Hugging him tighter, you trace his spine with your knuckles, feeling him relax even more.

“‘Algae girlfriend’, fuck off.” You say with a giggle. Hobie slowly brings you further into the shallow part of the beach. The water has now reached just above your knees as he leaves quick kisses on your face with a smile. “You're knee deep in the algae now too.”

Hobie feigns a dramatic gasp, earning another hearty laugh from you. “Good thing I know how to cure it, love.”

You tilt your head, curious about what ridiculousness he's about to come up with. Smiling, you pat his chest lovingly. “What is it?”

“Salt water.”

“Oh, is it really?” You sarcastically say. Pretending to let the information convince you. Hobie tamps down a laugh from your supposed thinking face. “The cure is their habitat too? How curious.”

He chuckles, moving away, slyly crouching down to scoop up water in his palms; drenching his linen pants but he already forgot about the cold seeping through his clothes the second you copy his movements.

You splash water at his face, quicker than him, while Hobie gets a mouthful of saltwater. He splutters, “Is that how it is then?” His eyes shine like the bioluminescence in the water, glinting with mischief. “‘m cured, but you're not, love.”

Shrieking and laughing while you run away from him, Hobie stalks you with his large strides, catching up to you effortlessly.

“Get back ‘ere! The algae is already in your brain!” He chases after you with a grin, while you continue to run while your guffaws echo around the beach; prompting other people to stare at you two with raised brows.

[thebunnednun]

Hi there! Can I get a Sabo x strawhat pirate reader please? Thank you 😊

Gone Fishing! Sabo x Sea creature Straw-Hat! Reader (Part 1)

I found the art right here.

5/26/2024

I am so sorry this took so long but I wanted something sweet and Cute for our Steam punk King! I really hope you like it!

This was a request from my Follower Fridays! If you have a character or story in mind, go ahead and ask because my requests are open!

I freaking love this little cutie and I wanna write more beach themed OP stories, it's the perfect anime for this troupe for crying out loud!

Fun fact: According to Google, Sabos fav food is ramen, like Narutos.

Okay, ON WITH THE SHOW!~

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The sun shone brightly over the sparkling waves, casting a golden glow on the sandy shores of the island. The Straw Hat Pirates had anchored their ship nearby and were eagerly preparing for a day of fun and relaxation at the beach. Excitement buzzed in the air as they set up umbrellas, spread out towels, and unpacked their picnic baskets.

Luffy, as usual, was the most enthusiastic, racing towards the water with a delighted shout. "Beach day, beach day! Come on, everyone!"

Nami rolled her eyes but smiled, watching him with fondness. "Luffy, slow down! You're going to wear yourself out before the day even starts."

“Like that’s even possible,” Zoro muttered, already dozing under an umbrella, one eye half-open as he kept an eye on his surroundings. A half-drunk sake bottle was at his feet as Brook was trying to apply sunscreen to avoid cooking his bones.

Franky, Usopp, and Chopper were busy building an elaborate sandcastle, while Jinbe and Sanji were setting up a grill for a seaside barbecue. Robin sat nearby, reading a book with a serene smile on her face, and Nami joined her for some relaxation.

Among the crew was [Name], the newest addition to the Straw Hat crew. You had met Luffy when you saved him from drowning, and he insisted you come along on the adventure. You didn’t know where you came from, but you were something of a fishwoman or mermaid, equipped with a unique blend of human and fish traits. You had shimmering scales along your arms and legs, and your hair had a subtle, iridescent sheen that caught the sunlight beautifully.

You were used to life underwater and always felt at home by the water, and today was no different. You were gathering seashells just under the shore with Ace walking beside you when Luffy bounded up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey, [Name], did you know my brother likes you?" Luffy said with a wide grin.

[Name] felt her cheeks warm at the mention of Sabo. You had always admired the Revolutionary and his kind heart. "Really? Are you sure, Luffy?"

Luffy nodded vigorously. "Yep! Nami, didn't I tell you Sabo likes [Name]?"

Nami, who was lounging under an umbrella with a cool drink in hand, nodded with a knowing smile. "You did, Luffy. But you should let them figure it out on their own."

Before [Name] could respond, a familiar voice called out from the edge of the beach.

"Luffy! [Name]! Over here!"

Sabo was waving from a small pier a short distance away. He looked every bit the dashing hero with his blond hair tousled by the sea breeze and his trademark pipe slung casually over his shoulder. He was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt adorned with red flowers, all the buttons open, revealing his toned chest and abs. The sight made [Name]'s heart flutter. Luffy nudged [Name] forward.

"Go on! Go fishing with him!"

With a nervous yet excited smile, [Name] made her way to the pier. Sabo helped her to the edge, his touch sending a pleasant tingle through her. "I'm glad you came," he said, his voice warm. "I thought we could catch some fish for the barbecue."

"Sounds like a plan," [Name] replied, feeling her nerves settle. "It's been a while since I've gone fishing."

As they set up shop, the rest of the crew continued their antics on the beach. Usopp and Chopper were now engaged in a heated crab race, with Chopper cheering on his tiny racer. Zoro had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly, much to Nami's amusement. Ace and Luffy were now engaged in a serious wrestling match with Sanji yelling for them to watch out for the grill.

"Careful, Sanji, or you'll get a sunburn," Nami teased.

Back on the pier, [Name] and Sabo cast their lines and settled into a comfortable silence. The sun's warm rays and the sound of the waves created a peaceful atmosphere. [Name] couldn't help but steal glances at Sabo, admiring his calm demeanor and handsome features. His shirt flapped open in the breeze, giving glimpses of his muscled chest and making her heart skip a beat.

'I can't believe I'm here with Sabo. He's always been so kind and brave. And that shirt... why did he have to wear it like that? How am I supposed to focus on fishing when he looks like that?'

[Name] bit her lip, trying to keep her mind from wandering too far. 'Get it together, [Name]. You're here to fish, not to ogle Sabo.'

"You know," Sabo began, breaking the silence, "Luffy's always talking about his adventures with you guys. He really loves his crew."

"We love him too," [Name] replied, smiling. "He's more than just our captain; he's our family."

Sabo nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same with me and the Revolutionaries. We fight for a cause, but it's the bonds we share that keep us going."

[Name] looked at Sabo, feeling a connection forming between them. "It must be hard, though, being away from family for so long."

"It is," Sabo admitted. "But knowing that Luffy is out here, living his dream, makes it easier. And meeting people like you, who care about him so much... it means a lot."

[Name] blushed, looking down at her fishing line. "I care about him a lot. And... I've always admired you, Sabo. The way you fight for what's right, it's inspiring."

Sabo's eyes softened as he looked at her. "Thank you, [Name]. That means a lot coming from you. I've heard so many good things about you from Luffy and the crew. I can see why they speak so highly of you."

Before [Name] could respond, there was a sharp tug on her line. "I think I've got something!" she exclaimed, pulling with all her might. Sabo leaned over to help, but in the excitement, he lost his balance and tumbled overboard with a splash.

"Sabo!" [Name] cried, leaning over the side of the pier.

Luffy, always alert to his brother's safety, saw what happened and immediately ran onto the pier before he dove into the water. "Hang on, Sabo!"

“LUFFY, YOU CAN’T SWIM!” Next thing you knew, Ace had run past you to jump in after his little brothers.

This, of course, prompted Zoro to wake up and, without a second thought, leap into the water as well. "Luffy, you idiot! Wait!"

This, of course, prompted Zoro to wake up and, without a second thought, leap into the water as well. "Luffy, you idiot! Wait!"

Chopper and Usopp, seeing the commotion, rushed to the water's edge, trying to grab hold of Luffy and Zoro. Jinbe and Nami, meanwhile, started shouting at the chaos unfolding before them. Franky caught a wild elbow to the face and accidentally brought Usopp down with him. You held onto Chopper before he could jump in and get squished in all the chaos.

"Stop it, all of you!" Nami yelled, waving her arms. "You're going to drown each other!"

"Calm down, everyone!" Jinbe boomed, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. Brook was now chuckling, “I would lend you a hand but—”

“They’d knock your old bag of bones out.”

“Please, [Name], these jokes are all I have left!”

Robin, watching the scene with a chuckle, used her powers to create a giant hand that tossed inflatable lifeboats towards the struggling pirates. "Here, catch!" Handing off Chopper to Robin, you jumped in to make sure no one drowned in the three feet of water below.

You tossed Luffy and Ace into the same floaty while Franky helped pull them to shore, and Usopp managed to get Zoro to the beach before Moss-head caused you all to spend five years searching for his directionally challenged ass.

You quickly swam over to Sabo, your sea creature agility allowing you to reach him in no time. You helped him into the inflatable boat, securing him safely. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern evident in your eyes.

Sabo coughed but smiled gratefully.

"Thanks to you, [Name]."

Using your powerful fins, you zipped around the boat, creating a fun and exhilarating ride for Sabo. The two of you laughed, the earlier mishap forgotten as you enjoyed the thrill of the water.

Back on the beach, the rest of the crew managed to untangle themselves and climb back to shore, dripping wet and laughing. Jinbe and Nami were still scolding them, but there was a note of fondness in their voices.

"You all are impossible," Nami sighed, shaking her head with a smile. "Honestly, it's like looking after a bunch of kids."

"We're sorry."

As the sun began to set, the Straw Hat Pirates gathered around the grill, enjoying the fresh fish that you and Sabo had caught. You offered a seashell to Sanji in thanks, and he promised to cherish it forever. The air was filled with laughter and the smell of delicious food.

Taking your plate, you sat next to Sabo, your shoulders touching. You felt a warmth in your heart that had nothing to do with the sun. Today had been perfect, chaos and all.

'Why does my heart feel like it's going to burst every time he smiles at me?' [Name] thought, sneaking another glance at Sabo.

'I’ve admired her for so long, and now here we are, sharing smoked salmon with ramen.'

'He’s so close, and I can feel the warmth from his skin. '

'I wish this day would never end.'

"Thank you for today," Sabo said softly, his eyes meeting yours. "I had a great time."

"Me too," you replied, your smile bright. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

Sabo's grin widened. "I'd like that very much."

'Her eyes are so kind. I can't believe she actually wants to spend more time with me. Maybe... maybe she does like me. Could Luffy have been right?'

“Why don’t you dorks just shut up and kiss already?”

“SHUT UP, ACE!” you and Sabo shouted in unison, both of you blushing furiously.

Sabo chuckled, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "Ignore him," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's just enjoy the evening."

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you and Sabo sat together, surrounded by your friends and the soothing sounds of the ocean. Your heart felt full, and you knew that this day would be one you'd cherish forever.

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Part 2 now posted.

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[broke-art]

You laughed as M.k and your other friends made jokes chatting amoungst themselves.

You didn't feel even slightly guilty.

That was until Nezha stepped through the threshold of pigsy's noodles.

You bristled as your gazes met.

With a glare he marched towards you.

"Princ-"

"Nezha!" You cut him off quickly shooting to your feet and shoving a hand over his mouth. "Long time no see. Hey guys you know Nezha, right?"

M.k looked confused at your behavior but nodded with a smile, Mei frowned suspiciously, tang and pigsy exchanged suspicious glances and Sandy just smiled and waved.

"Course we know Nezha," Sandy affirmed. "Can't understand why he's here, though. Don't you have celestial duties?"

Nezha gently, but firmly removed your hand shooting you a look.

"As a matter of fact I do. And the P-" He paused when you bit your lip and shook you head slightly.

He hated it when y/n pleaded. He could be firm with anyone else. But something about her snapped his resolve.

This time would be no different. When Y/n shook her head with a pleading look he begrudgingly changed his statement.

"Parents of this one." He gestured to you with an open palm. "Are looking for her."

You frowned.

"Annnnd why should that matter to you?" Pigsy spoke up from behind you a skeptic tone underlining his inquiry.

You turned on your heel.

"Oh Nezha probably just noticed I was late for classes. You know how he is with schedules and the like. My parents always come looking for me around this time. So I should really get going, ok byyyeee!" You explained haphazardly and grabbed Nezha's wrist before pulling him out the door.

"Oh no that wasn't suspicious at all." Nezha muttered as you both walked towards the park.

"Well if you would have just left it be-" you began only to be cut off by Nezha.

"You ran away, Y/n. Your parents are worried sick. You could have been taken or worse, killed."

You sighed.

"You don't get it, Nezha. I have my reasons."

Nezha chuckled sardonically.

"Oh yes, reasons I'm sure the monkie king taught you no doubt."

You bristled at the implication.

"Did you just imply that I ran away because like the monkey king I shurk responsibility?"

"Perhaps." Nezha mused.

Something about his tone snapped your resolve and you whirled on your heel before throwing down a spell that made smoke explode around you.

Nezha stepped back with a gasp before choking on the lungful of smoke.

"Y- Y/N!" He yelled after you between coughing fits and sputters.

But you only ran faster as tears welled in your eyes then slipped down your cheeks. Your heart ached in your chest from the sting of his words and the falling tears blurred your vision until you turned a corner into an alleyway.

Your mind swirled with accusations and questions as you leaned your back against the alley wall. You expected such a cold accusation from your father or maybe from the whispers you heard his advisors exchanging. Perhaps even the girls who collected the immortality peaches from the heavenly gardens, but Nezha?

Since the day he had been assigned to be your bodyguard instead of guarding the map to the samadhi fire, you had felt instant attraction. And perhaps that was why the accusation hurt so deeply.

Slowly, you slid down the wall, coming to a sit at the ground burying your face in your knees. Being the daughter of the Jade emperor was no easy feat. There was so much expected of you, and so many enemies.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?"

You gasped and looked up at the same moment a punk knelt next to you, a bat resting lazily on his shoulder.

You felt your heart seize in your chest.

The punk rose an eyebrow and lifted your chin with a finger.

"What's the matter, girlie? Your boyfriend dump you?"

You gave him a glare and knocked his hand aside.

"Don't touch me."

The punk whistled lowly as a few more men stepped into the alleyway.

"Feisty, eh? That's adorable. What are you gonna do bout it?"

"She won't have to do anything." Nezha's voice cut through the alleyway coldly.

You glanced to the entrance only to see Nezha brandishing his spear.

The punk scoffed.

"Is that spear supposed to scare me?"

Nezha gaze sharpened.

"I'll not give you another warning mortal."

The punk smirked and gestured towards Nezha with a wave of his hand.

"Take care of this idiot boys." He turned his gaze back on you. "I'm busy."

You weren't concerned for Nezha's safety in the slightest. The humans on the other hand..... You certainly hoped Nezha felt merciful.

"Now, miss." The punk took your chin in hand again. "You never answered my question."

You were tempted to smack his hand away once again when his eyes flickered to a cold blue. His voice echoed in your ears and a cool chill swept up your spine.

You only managed a gasp before Nezha made quick work of the other punks and reached for your aggressor.

"Nezha, no!" You screamed just as a sharp glacier froze around his arm.

Nezha's gaze widened.

"The lady bone demon?!"

The punk chuckled.

"Close, buddy." The punk glanced at him. "Actually her son. And this-" He pulled you to your feet as an ice dagger formed in his other hand which he quickly pressed against you neck. "Is my new Fiance."

[romancingdaffodils]

Love Kills

City Rockers

part two of Love Kills

bassist/rockstar!Remus Lupin x Reader

warnings: swearing and description of blood

The tension between the two of you only seems to build as Remus faces a rather nasty injury. Naturally, you help him out. He gives his thanks in a rather mind boggling way.

haiii did you miss me AGAIN xoxo

thank you so much alex for alll your help on this one means a lot :3

Often it’s said that punks are the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Terrifying on the outside, but lovely on the inside. Clearly, when put into a venue, this philosophy completely disappears. The gig goers habits of unplugging amps and launching glass bottles didn’t seem too lovely at all. In fact, you were quite against the whole idea or at least you were after the incident. However, it could make nights a whole lot interesting. It was what also led to the instruction of don’t get hit. Which then allowed, Remus to completely disobey this command. As a result of this, blood poured down his face. Surged, gushed, streamed. A bottle had collided directly with his head and had clearly left him with with an injury directly above his eye. The crowd went silent before erupting into even louder cheers. Freezing in shock, the soon-to-be-blood soaked man stared directly into the crowd. Immediately, James stopped singing and whipped his head around to the noise. Which, in turn, caused both Sirius and Pete to turn and look over at Remus. Another bang signified the speakers blowing and as the boys started up playing again to try to kill the time, it suddenly dawned on everyone. Amps had been unplugged too; fans had taken the band’s distraction with Remus as an opportunity. Worst first show ever. Praying to whatever gods to give him strength, Remus picked up playing again as Frank rushed around plugging the amps back in.

Anxiously, you bit down on the inside of your cheek as the band pushed through everything going wrong at once. Thankfully, Alice had managed to fix up the speakers relatively fast and was now stood beside you with a similar distressed look on her face. Unfortunately, the man’s determination to continue playing didn’t stop the bleeding. It was everywhere.

Red poppies turned into bloody rivers as the white vest he was wearing became soaked. He had discarded his outer layer of a jumper at some point during the first song, leaving his perfect arms on display. Now hardly seemed like the right time to be thinking about that though. But, your brain didn’t really seem to listen.

Some of the red liquid had caught in the hair that drifted down towards his eyebrows. Drying up in the sandy tuffs, the blood would be difficult to get out; part of you wanted to drag him off stage and patch him up there and then. Push a small kiss to his forehead, and rinse the blood out of his hair. The rest of the substance had meandered at what felt like the speed of light all the way down to his bass. After staining his white clothes it moved onto the white pick-guard on the body of the long instrument. Somehow, Remus seemed to have picked the worst colours for this to happen. Or, you might argue - if he wasn’t a friend in pain - the best colours because he looked practically edible. On a bad day, he looked positively gorgeous. There, he looked like everything you’d ever wanted and more. You’d never felt more guilty for having a crush on someone before then.

Droplets dribbled down from the bass onto the floor and your eyes finally moved to Remus’s face. You’d been able to look at the area of the wound as you found yourself quite fearful it would be serious. Half of his face was doused in blood and one eye was screwed shut, leaving him in a permanent wink. Thankfully, your gushing over Remus had made the show move a lot faster and the end of the encore ripped through everyone: crowd, band and roadies.

Remus was the first off stage.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Remus.” you exclaimed, grabbing hold of his wrist to get him to stop moving. The gushing blood was forcing him into a permanent wink and you winced just looking at the gash. “Sit down, I’ll go get the first aid kit. Fucking hell.” you said, pushing him down onto the couch. Surprisingly, he didn’t fight back. Now, it was your time to scramble. You ran down the corridor and yanked the first aid kit from the cupboard before immediately running back. Crouching down in front of him, you gave your best relaxed smile. He tried his best to return it. Your mind seemed to be a swirling mess of thoughts of how gorgeous Remus actually was and thoughts of how on earth you were going to clean this cut up.

“How bad are we thinking?” he asked, wincing as he spoke. He already had a rather impressive collection of scars dotted around his body; you figured this was nothing new to him.

“Dunno yet, you alright if I clean it up?” you asked, blue paper towels ready and waiting. He nodded his head and you stood up. Slotting yourself between his legs, you used the damp towel to wipe away the blood that had dripped down his face. It was an odd texture, like partially dried nail varnish.

You stared at the cut, checking for any shards of the glass bottle. None were there from what you could see, thank god. They must’ve fallen out during the performance. “So they just, throw bottles? At you? On stage?” you asked, trying to keep him talking as you applied a small amount of pressure. Thankfully, most of the bleeding had stopped by now; it was just a game of preventing the gash from getting infected.

“And unplug amps, and don’t make us famous enough for a better venue. Fuckin’ shit hole.” he replied, staring up at you through his eyelashes. With all the blood cleaned away from his face, he looked up at you with both eyes wide open. You shook your head, giggling quietly. Armed with an antiseptic soaked cotton wool ball, you began cleaning the actual cut

“Sorry, know it stings. Talk to me about something, anything.” his comfort was your top priority. He smiled up at you, shaking his head.

“Know what you’re trying to do, love, don’t need to. You’re not stupid, you can tell I’ve been through this before.” he said, smirking up at you. Resisting the urge to wipe the smug look from his face, you instead give a large frown.

“Just trying to be nice, let me be nice.” you complained, biting down on your lip as you continued to clean the wound.

“You’re being nice enough already.” he stated, plainly.

“You’re so lovely Remus!” you shouted over the bar’s blaring music. A hiccup ricocheted through your body as you giggled up at him.

“Yeah, you want me to get you some water?” he asked, batting his eyelashes at you. Sirius really did always keep his best friends hidden from everywhere else. Remus was entirely certain that the fact he hadn’t met you before that night should be a crime, so much so that he’d never forgive Sirius for it.

“No! You’re being nice enough already.” you stated, staring up at him blankly. He shook his head, but didn’t disobey your command. He thought he might die on the spot if he left you any sooner than needed.

Your face flushed at the sound of your own words being repeated back at you and the fact Remus remembered word for word what you had said to him. He grinned. You frowned.

“Butterfly strips now, aren’t they cute? They’re like stitches but not stitches, dead new too. I thought Sirius would get in a bar fight or something, that’s why I brought them with me, not that you’d be scrapping with glass bottles.” you rambled as you dug around in the tote bag beside you. Some gut instinct had told you to pack them and it must’ve be whatever gut instinct had you swooning over Remus.

“Yeah? They are pretty impressive.” he replied. His eyes held a hint of honesty he’d never admit as he admired your rambling. Remus Lupin could listen to you talk for hours. Remus Lupin, who preferred to spend his pre-show routine alone in silence; who adored the quiet of libraries and the very slight hum of a small cafe; who often had to put himself at the back of the tour bus just to get some peace would happily listen to you babble on about whatever nonsense.

“I know, right? ‘s so cool how they come up with these things. Right, this bit will genuinely hurt so, I’m really sorry in advance.” you said, giving him a sheepish grin. If the antiseptic was the foot soldiers, think of the butterfly strips as being the artillery. Carefully, you slotted yourself back in between his legs. Your hand pushed the two edges of the cut together whilst the other stuck the strips over the stop, a way of holding the wound together. Instinctively, Remus’s hand shot up and grabbed your wrist, eyes closing at the pain.

“All done.” you whispered, but his hand didn’t move from your wrist. Your eyes drifted down to his own as you smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he whispered back to you. His eyes mapped out a triangle on your face, subconsciously. He truly could not get enough; his hand still didn’t move. The silence in the room was unbearable and you were silently begging Remus to do something. Anything. He must’ve heard your pleas somehow because he stood up.

If you weren’t close enough to him before you almost certainly were now. The only thing separating the two of you was his looming height and even then that wasn’t doing much as his head was tilted down. You couldn’t read Remus. The now three very dramatic times you’d met, you’d never been able to read him.

“Happy birthday Sirius!” you shouted as you waltzed into the Potter household. It was your first time there, ever and my god was the place gorgeous. It was easy to forget how privileged one half of the band were. Sirius had grown up rich with a shitty family and in many ways James had won the game of life. Good family with lots and lots of money, which explained the oversized house that sat in the middle of nowhere.

“Awww, thank you. Look how lovely they are.” Sirius said, taking the gift from your hands and immediately running off to open it. ‘Child’ you thought to yourself as you smiled.

“Hello you.” Remus waved as you walked over to the kitchen counter, where everyone else stood. You didn’t notice it, but Lily raised her eyebrow and whispered something to James. The two stared at you and Remus for the rest of the night. He didn’t speak to anyone, but you.

“Hi. Don’t look at me like that.” you said, scowling up at him. He laughed and put his hands up beside his head with a false offended look.

“Look at you like what?” Remus fought back, though his smirk and small gave away what he was thinking. Or, at least you thought it did. He was referencing your drunkenness on the first night you met with that look, Right? You racked your brains, staring up at him with your mouth agape.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking.” you admitted, still looking up at him. He shook his head and gave another smirk.

“Do you need to?” he replied.

He still had a hold on your wrist and something in your stomach twisted. Your mind was blank and everything just felt fuzzy.

“Thank you, really.” he mumbled as his head moved in even closer. His thumb drew small circles on the inside of your wrist.

“Yeah, no- no problem. Honestly, like it’s nothing, I’d happily do it any time.” you rambled, giving him a small grin and your stomach twinged from embarrassment this time. He grinned and let out a small chuckle. You felt his breath fan against your jaw. You bit down on your lip

“Oh, hey guys.” James announced from the doorway. Your head whipped round immediately as you took a step backwards. Wide eyed and horrified, you gulped. Remus seemed, perpetually, unbothered.

“Hi, Prongs.” he returned, pointing to the cut on his head. “All fixed up now, wasn’t too bad.” he added, tilting his head slightly.

“Yeah, all fixed up. Can see that. We’re going down to the pub to go have a celebratory drink tomorrow, we’ve got a day here to kill. Think you’ll be up for it?” James asked, looking at both of you. You nodded, sheepishly once again. You knew he knew. He knew you knew. It was an awful trap to be stuck in.

“Sounds good.” Remus said, nodding his head and grabbing his bag from beside the couch. “ ‘m gonna go get changed, see you later, yeah?” he added, looking at you. Only you. And then, he walked off. It felt like you’d been left dangling off of the edge of a cliff.

“Please can I tell Si-“

“Fuck off, James.”

“What about Lily??”

“Maybe.”

[noxtms]

dear rachel ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for CONTESSA WYLLT has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! brianne howey is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

  ⧼   brianne howey, cis woman, she & her   /   rhiannon by fleetwood mac + the man tucked into the corner booth has worked up at the school since you were just a little girl, and the chances are he'll still be working there long after you aren't. he comes in almost every night, nestling himself into the shadows and drinking until the whites of his eyes go red and another wizard cuts him off to lead him home, but he's a gentle drunk with workers hands and a gruff, soothing voice. he buys you a soda and a bar snack to share, and when he rambles, it's to tell you to keep a tasty treat in your pocket at all times, substitute buttermilk for the regular sort for a perfectly fluffy cake, always stay on a creatures level, be gentle when you whisk your eggs, treat them with respect and they'll answer you in kind and don't be afraid of a little drizzle of sugar syrup.   /   when laini taylor wrote, i am one of billions. i am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. i will be ungathered. the stardust will go on to be other things someday and i will be free.   /   the woman sat alone at a table for two isn't lonely, but she won't say no when you ask if you can take the extra chair, a game of strangers in a crowded room you play twice a week throughout your girlhood. she has long grey hair and freshly powdered cheeks and her lips are always smeared in an outrageous color to match her handstitched robes. she presses tiny gifts into your waiting hands - packets of seeds for you to nurture, coins from another world, cloudy beads that miss the string they come from and, once, an intricate jade dragon. she tells you that the view at the crest of kilimanjaro is the most beautiful she's ever seen, hydrangeas are most partial to a softly sung rendition of anything by bonnie reitt and you should always wear a thimble if you plan to do your own sew work.   /   when sandi thom sang, i was born too late into a world that doesn't care, oh i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.   /   the man at the end of the bar has keen eyes and storytelling scars. he has been coming here as long as you can remember, and he always claims the same, leatherbound barstool vacated a week before. he can never have just one pint and he stays long after the lock on the front door has been turned for a warmed plate of the chefs finest, a last, late tipple or to chuckle in spite of himself at something your mother said. he tells you things like there's nothing to be ashamed of in running away from a fight and remember not to tuck your thumb into your fist before you throw a punch or you'll end up breaking it and if you have to aim anywhere, go for the nose.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that CONTESSA LOWRI WYLLT? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the THIRTY TWO year old half blood WITCH & ANIMAGUS ( STARLING ) is a SLYTHERIN alumnus who has gone on to be a WIXEN MONTESSORI TEACHER & ( PERMANENT ) BAR STAFF AT THE THREE BROOMSTICKS. i’ve heard they can be quite ECCENTRIC & TENACIOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very ACERBIC & GARRULOUS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   rachel, twenty four, gmt, she / they   ]   * members of a family ezekiel burke helped wc

[kawaiibarty]

okay but wolfstar pov where sirius has been trying to talk to the corduroy boy but he never seems to be able to get anything out of him.

james who already knows the redhead's name and who already knows corduroy boy's name but sirius refuses to let james tell him because "jamie, i want to hear it from him"

sirius who tries so damn hard to get a simple HELLO from that boy with those pretty hazel eyes and the curly sandy brown hair and those beautiful freckles and *sighs in gay* james i swear he has a constellation on his cheek.

remus has spoken all but once and that was when he requested the song blue jean by david bowie and sirius wasn't even THERE TO HEAR HIM ASK HE WAS IN FHE BACK PACKING DISHES AND OH MY GOD PRONGS WHAT DID HE SOUND LIKE

meanwhile remus panics every time he enters the diner, clinging to lily's arm and muttering about the punk boy being so hot and intimidating and so so fucking cool and jesus he's named after the hottest star isn't that appropriate lils?

they're so gay and in love chat

jily and wolfstar au that james owns a diner with his best friend sirius and this really pretty lady with bright red hair and the greenest eyes driving a sleek pink chevvy comes to visit every saturday with this really scruffy looking dude in corduroys and jumpers and OMGOMG pads she gave me a tip today did you see that she looked at me sHE ASKED FOR THE SPECIAL SUNDAE SHE LIKES MY COOKING and sirius is all sad heart eyes like, "mate, if that's her boyfriend im quitting and throwing myself off a cliff" **wipes milkshake glasses sadly**

one day lily asked for a specific song to be played and now whenever he sees her car in the parking lot he puts that song on. eventually she made so many song requests that james had an entire playlist that he didn't bother changing (sirius is absolutely fed up about that and even more fed up that the nerdy corduroy boy hasn't returned his hellos)

peter is probably one of the waiters watching this shit go down, absolutely tired of everyone's shit but then lily brings her friend mary along and suddenly he just gets it

[rellsurf]

In honor of the mask.

-Me (rellsurf)

[jusvibbbin]

Sunday Secrets: Sequel to One Locker Down

Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

//I was honestly shocked when a sequel request popped up for One Locker Down but I’m so happy it did! I really like how this one turned out so I hope you enjoy Anon 

You smiled up at Kenickie as you leaned against his car before school. He stopped combing his hair to pull out a cigarette when he caught your eye. He flashed you a toothy grin as he lit his cig. You stretched up to give him a kiss on the cheek but he pulled away.

“Come on, (Y/N). Not here,” he said looking around. You shrugged and gave him a little wave as you walked towards your first class. Kenickie smiled to himself as he watched you go into the building, unaware of someone sneaking up behind him.

“HEY NICKIE!” Putzie shouted as he jumped on the trunk of his car. Kenickie nearly jumped out of his skin, ripping off his sunglasses and glaring daggers at the knucklehead in front of him. 

“What do you think you’re doing?! Get off the ride, punk!” Kenickie yelled as the other T-Birds walked up laughing.

“Why so uptight Kenickie?” Doody asked, pulling his squirt gun out and pretending to shoot at him. Kenickie just rolled his eyes.

“If any of yous had a car, then you’d know why you gotta treat it right,” he huffed. The T-Birds all looked as Danny Zuko walked up. A chorus of ‘Danny’ erupted as he swaggered over to the group and took a cigarette from behind his ear. Kenickie tossed him his lighter, and Danny used it to light up and take a few puffs before addressing the other boys.

“What’s going on?” he said casually, his eyes following the girls walking past them and into the school.

“Kenickie’s nagging us like my mother,” Sonny said exasperated. Kenickie waved a threatening fist at him and Sonny stuck out his tongue. Danny laughed and shook his head.

“So what are we doing this weekend?” he asked.

“You don’t got a date this weekend Zuko?” Putzie asked.

“I’m tired of these Rydell chicks and Sandy is… Well she’s Sandy. I figured this weekend I could kick it with you bums.” He laughed again after he said it and the other T-Birds began bowing and thanking Danny for spending some of his precious time with them. When they were finished they looked expectantly at Kenickie who simply rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry man, I already got plans this weekend,” he said as he combed his hair to avoid making eye contact. 

A series of protests began to spill from the T-Birds mouths, but Danny silenced them with the wave of a hand.

“What are you doing that's so important Murdoch?” he said, his eyes squinting slightly as they all stared at him.

“I just uh, I promised my ma I’d help her out around the house,” he said, hoping they’d just accept the lie. The bell rang and Kenickie started making his way towards the school.

“Where you going, Nickie?” Doody called after him. “It’s not like you got anywhere to be!”

“I got a girl with some jugs in biology that I wanna make an appointment with,” he called back smirking. He really just wanted any excuse to get outta there. The answer seemed to satisfy his friends as they lingered behind. He breathed a small sigh of relief but groaned when he realized that his lie meant he had to go to class. 

--

“Well I don’t buy that,” said Sonny. “What about you guys?”

“No way!” Doody said quickly. “He’s been acting weird for months now!”

“It’s weird but what are we gonna do?” Putzie said, watching Kenickie as he speed walked, not-so-casually, away. The T-Birds were quiet, maybe for the first time ever, before Danny spoke up.

“I know what we’re gonna do this weekend.”

--

“Are you sure?” you asked over the phone. You absentmindedly twirled the cord in your finger as you waited for an answer from the other line. 

“Yeah, I mean if you really wanna bring me home for Sunday dinner.” Kenickie mumbled awkwardly. You laughed lightly and held the phone tighter to your ear.

“Of course I do! You’re important to me and I want my family to meet you. We’ve been going steady for how long now?”

“Six months. I just don’t know what your parents are gonna think...” he trailed off. 

“They’re gonna love you! Just don’t curse too much and don’t smoke inside.” You smiled when you heard him chuckle. 

“Alright doll, I’ll do my best. Are we still good for our drive tomorrow?”

“Yep! I’ll pack the lunch,” you started.

“I’ll get the gas,” he finished.

“I’ll see you then, Nickie. Sweet dreams!”

“They’ll be more than sweet if you’re there.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and you fought the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Goodnight,” you said and hung up, bounding up the stairs so you could wake up quicker for tomorrow. 

--

The next day was wonderful. Kenickie and you had driven up towards Northern California to see the Redwood Forest. You had left very early to get ahead of the traffic on the eleven hour drive. But it was one of Kenickie’s favorite places in Cali and since you had never been, he took it upon himself to be your personal tour guide. After a day of sightseeing, eating and lots of driving, Kenickie pulled up to your house late that night. You pulled him into a sweet kiss and told him to be careful getting home.

“I’ll be fine, babe,” he mumbled, sleepily.

“Just make it home before you close your eyes goof,” you said as you gave him another kiss and squeezed his upper thigh. You felt him sigh and he grabbed the back of your neck as you continued to rub his leg, dangerously close to another appendage. After a few moments, you pulled away, much to Kenickie’s dismay.

“There,” you said, smirking. “That should keep you up.”

Kenickie groaned loudly. “How long are you gonna make me wait, (Y/N)?”

You thought for a moment before saying, “Make it through tomorrow, and we’ll discuss it, handsome. ” You got out of the car, missing the terrified and excited expression on poor Kenickie’s face. 

--

Danny and the other T-Birds had gone to Kenickie’s house on Saturday but he wasn’t there. They waited for about forty five minutes before giving up and going to the movies. They came back several hours later and his car was still gone. 

When they knocked on his door, Ms. Murdoch came out and greeted the gang, confused. 

“He said he was out with you boys all day. Guess I must’ve misheard him.”

They thanked her and headed down the street.

“We’ll come back tomorrow and see which friends he’s been hanging out with,” Danny said as the T-Birds high fived and went on their way.

--

Sunday came all too soon for Kenickie.

The poor boy looked at himself one more time in his side mirror.

I don’t even recognize myself. Is (Y/N) gonna let me in looking so ridiculous?

Kenickie stepped out of his car, combing his hair back with one hand and gripping two bouquets of flowers in the other. He looked down at his khaki slacks and his short sleeve, white button up shirt. He ran a hand down his face in an attempt to wipe the grimace from it as he walked up to your door. With a slightly shaky hand, he ran the bell.

He heard footsteps on the other side and you opened the door, looking as cute as ever. Kenickie felt himself flush at the sight of you as you smiled at him.

“You look nice. Definitely different, but nice” you said sweetly. Kenickie turned beet red and you stifled a giggle.

“Are these for me?” you asked as you reached for them. He quickly shook himself out of his embarrassed state and handed you the bouquet with your favorite flowers. You smelled them and smiled brightly at him.

“Are you nervous?” 

He tried to shrug nonchalantly but you saw right through his facade. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.

“It’ll be great,” you said, tugging him inside.

--

“No friggin’ way!” Sonny said as he suddenly stood up from behind the bushes the T-Birds were hiding behind.

“Get down you idiot!” Doody pulled him back down. 

The T-Birds looked through the dining room window as Kenickie awkwardly handed flowers to (Y/N)’s mother. 

“I can’t believe Kenickie is dating (Y/F/N),” a shocked Putzie exclaimed.

They watched him have dinner with your family for a little longer before making their way towards the Frosty Palace. 

“What are we gonna do, Danny?” Sonny asked.

Danny grinned and waved his hands casually. 

“What all friends do. We’re gonna ask about his new babe.”

-- 

Kenickie stood in his usual spot next to his car, thinking about the Sunday dinner. (Y/N) had told him that their parents loved him and he wondered if it was a joke or not.

“Hey Murdoch! We got a bone to pick with you!” Doody shouted from across the parking lot. He had been waiting for the gang since school started and now first period was almost over. 

Kenickie looked up from lighting his cigarette to see the T-Birds strolling over to him. 

“What do you goons want?” he said as he took a long drag.

“How was the weekend with your mother?” Sonny asked with a smug look on his face. Kenickie was starting to get suspicious.

“It was alright. I did a bunch of yard work,” he said cautiously.

“Oh really? That’s not what she said,” Putzie chimed in.

Kenickie glared at the boys, taking another quick drag.

“So, when were you gonna tell us about your nerdy, little secret?” Danny said with a chuckle. The rest of the boys joined in as Kenickie began to fume.

“Come on Nickie. Cat got your tongue?” Sonny howled with laughter as the gang continued to goof around.

“I can’t believe you guys followed me around! What’s wrong with you?!” Kenickie yelled.

“Relax man. We won’t tell anybody. We all gotta get our kicks from somewhere,” Danny said, combing his hair and releasing the last of his chuckles.

“Yeah we just didn’t expect (Y/N) to put out so easy!” Doody shouted as he high fived Sonny and Putzie, doing their stooge routine. 

Kenickie was starting to see red. Just because you were smart and a bit of a goodie-goodie didn’t mean they could bad mouth you. Especially not in front of him. How could he be embarrassed of you? He was the screw-up. The terrible student with no future. For a moment he stood there, thinking about beating them all to a pulp.

“Kenickie? Earth to Murdoch? We asked if (Y/N) and you were together?” Danny said. The T-Birds were all looking at him concerned. He put his cigarette out on his shoe, turned and walked towards the school. They called after him but he ignored them. He marched down the hall as the bell rang and waited by your locker.

You gave him a confused face when you caught his eye. Usually you saw him at lunch since he skipped most of his classes. But what shocked you most was that as soon as you got close enough, he gently grabbed your arm. You looked at him and immediately could tell something was off.

“Cut class with me?” he asked you quietly.

Normally you’d say no. You’d tell him all the reasons you needed to be in class and sometimes you’d tell him why he should be in class too. But today was off and you couldn’t find it in you to say no to him. You put your books away and shut your locker. Kenickie quickly grabbed your hand and strode out of the school, ignoring any weird looks or comments people threw your way. 

When you got to his car, he opened your door then got in on his side. The car roared to life and Kenickie took off down the road, speeding towards make-out point. You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to bring up what was bothering him. He seemed ticked off and the last thing you wanted to do was exacerbate it. 

Make-out point was completely deserted. In the daylight it was just a cliff above the town. Kenickie parked and shut the car off. You reached for his hand and took it, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally looked at you. You gave him a soft smile. 

“The boys found out about us.”

You scooted closer towards him asking, “How does that make you feel?”

Kenickie grumbled, “I don’t know, (Y/N). They followed me to your house. They made fun of you. Of you! And that got me pissed.”

You nodded as you listened, continuing to scoot closer to him until your legs were touching. You knew how much the opinion of the guys meant to him and you were crushed to see him so upset.

“They think you’re a nerd. But they’ve got it all wrong (Y/N). You’re the only one at Rydell worth chasin’. You should be ashamed of being with me. I can’t do anything right. I haven’t even fixed up this damn car,” he said and you pulled his head into your chest. You ran your hand through his hair and kissed his forehead. Big, tough Kenickie would’ve never let you baby him like this if this was any other day. But he didn’t protest, simply letting out a breath he’d been holding in. 

“Nickie, you know I’m not embarrassed to be with you, right?”

He looked up at you and you continued.

“When you suggested we be a secret, I just figured you wanted to keep your tough guy reputation untarnished. Dating Rizzo fits in with that idea. Dating me does not,” you chuckled. 

“You took a real wild left turn going out with me, Murdoch. Give them some time and let them get to know me. If I can charm you, I bet the other boys will be even easier.” You gave him a little wink and he sat up, taking your face in his hands.

“What would I do without you, (Y/N),” he said, looking deep into your eyes.

You felt your face heat up and you leaned forward to capture his lips.

--

After making plans to go to the drive-in with the T-Birds next weekend, the two of you headed back towards Rydell. You could miss a day of school but not a debate club meeting. You enjoyed spending time with Kenickie, but you weren’t gonna let his slacker habits infect you.

As you pulled up to Rydell, you saw the T-Birds talking to the Pink Ladies in front of the school. They all looked up as Kenickie threw the car in park. He followed where you were looking and saw his friends staring hard, waiting to see him. He slumped a bit lower in his seat. 

Suddenly, a sneaky thought crossed your mind. Sure, you were hoping his friends would eventually approve of you, but you couldn’t make them do all the work. So you decided to meet them halfway. 

You hopped out of the car and crossed to Kenickie’s side. He looked at you, his eyes conveying how unsure he felt. 

You quickly grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him towards you, planting a hot, steamy kiss on his lips. He sat there shocked for a moment then his hand snaked up to grasp the back of your neck. You pulled back after a few moments and grinned at him.

“Don’t you ever doubt that I love you Kenickie Murdoch.”

You walked back into the school, passing his friends who all had their mouths agape and you felt a twinge of satisfaction that stayed with you the rest of the day.

And starstruck Kenickie couldn’t believe you had said you loved him as his friends ran over, jumping and whooping for him.

3

[waywardimpalawriter]

Hi love! Can I get Smut prompt 126 with Bucky Barnes? I love James 🥵

Well hello doll, wow I’m very honored to have you send in this prompt and a little nervous lol. I agree with ya there James is so yummy and fun to write for to. I hope you like it hun.

Smut prompt #126 “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” (In bold)

NSFW +18 no minor’s please

Warnings = smut, unprotected sex (wrap if your gonna tap)

James, “Bucky” Barnes x Plus size reader

Okay so this got a way from me and is longer than I intended it to be lol (sorry, not sorry)

Smut Prompt list here

Three months that’s how long you’ve been dating, you haven’t pushed to much. Knowing this whole relationship thing hasn’t come back to him yet. Uncertain how to brooch the subject without it becoming weird. You didn’t want to scare him off that should’ve already happened given the fact that your not a size two. But Bucky chose you over everyone else he could’ve dated. Treating you like a china doll, gentle, fragile four words that make you growl low. Spitting curses under your breath while heading back to your apartment. Having seen the smirk on Nat’s face knowing better than to have spoken to her about the problem. Only getting a smile ‘Talk to him Y/N’ making you roll your eyes and stock out.

Nearing your door, placing a hand on the cool wood body thumping with need from watching Bucky and Steve work out. The play of muscles on that man’s back, his delicious arm flexing and the veins in his human arm Gods don’t even get you started. Seeing the way his black t-shirt clung to his form, ass hugging sweat pants that had you rolling. You wanted to jump his bones right then but turned and left missing the confused look in the cerulean eyes. Having caught the sight of you entering, he misses the next punch that lands him on his ass with a deep chuckle from Steve.

“Should’ve been paying attention Buck instead of watching Y/N’s ass,” extending his hand to help Bucky up getting a groan vibrating from the other man’s chest.

“Fuck you Punk,” getting to his feet and moving to grab up the towel, wiping the sweat from his brow. His focus being shit for the last few days, his thoughts straying to you.

Shaking his sandy blonde head, “Go, we ain’t gonna get anything else done today with your brain focused on her.”

“Little brain don’t you mean Steve,” gruff laughter echoing through the gym as Sam comes over, mirth dancing in those deep ochre eyes. “What’s the matter Buck you can’t satisfy my girl anymore?”

Fire dancing as his eyes landing on the Falcon who keeps the smirk spread across his lips. Knowing he’s hit or so he thinks, a little to close to home. “She ain’t your girl Wilson leave off,” heading for the door determined to find out just why you’ve been ducking him for the last several days.

Which brings us back to you leaning against your door eyes closed tightly memories cycling through your mind of all the times you and Bucky made love. Soft whimpers leaving your lips chased by a heavy dose of frustration and need. Hand slamming palm flat against the door, you didn’t want to worry Bucky but you needed more, wanted more. You also knew the way you’ve handled the situation isn’t the best especially when you hear a throat clear behind you.

Tensing up, forehead still resting against the door that you turn to see Bucky, tight black t-shirt clinging to that scalped chest. Sweat beading along his forehead to slide down his cheek lower to tip toe the lovely expanse of his neck you want to place your lips against. Swallowing you straighten and turn to face him, “Hey Buck what brings you by?”

“We need to talk,” voice flat, keeping his emotions closed off so he doesn’t show you how worried he truly is.

Nodding, reaching for the door handle as Bucky nears unconsciously pressing his chest against your back. The contact makes you stiffen and try to stifle a moan with having him so close. Hand shaking so that you barely can get it pulled down and pushed open. Knowing you needed a clear head for this talk yet how can you when Bucky is looking like a fucking status come to life. You’re all but drooling when you turn to face him and that lethal stance he’s taken up. Arms crossed over his chest making his muscles look ever bigger, one leg stepped to the side while the other remains straight. He’s such a fucking tease to you but totally unaware of the effects he causes you.  

“Fuck no one should look that sexy,” thinking you’ve said the words to yourself but the rambling groan from the man opposite you tells a different story. Swallowing you eyes raise to catch his, this time you can see the heat and desire coloring those lovely eyes pitch.

Stepping towards you, hands fisting at his side the soft whirl of his vibranium plate’s the only sound besides the deep breathing of you both. “If that’s what you think doll then way have you been ducking me?”

Chewing your bottom lip, arms crossing just under your heavy breasts pushing them up. Gaining his attention and the slow slide of his tongue over his lips. Mesmerized by the sight no words form in your mind till that smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Snapping you from the stupor you found yourself in for a moment.

“I haven’t been ducking you Buck,” to prove his point you turn to head towards the little kitchenette for a bottle of water. Finding yourself thirsty but for more than water. Parched to the point you maybe ready to beg the man who you turned your back on to just take you right here.

Something you knew better than to do with his light footsteps he’s behind you again, pressing his chest against your back. Hands on either side on the fridge, sandwiching you in with his super solider body. Regretting choosing the thin workout shorts and tank top, feeling the heat radiate from him making you pant with need.

“Don’t believe you baby girl, you did it just now,” voice smooth as silk against your ear. Minty breath fanning over the shell with his cheek pressed lightly against your head. Taking in the soft scent of your hair and skin the scent shooting straight to his harden cock making him throb with need.

Knowing all you have to do is turn and his lips would be on yours in a hot second. You hold out trying to form some kind of coherent thought which is almost fucking impossible with Bucky pressing into you. “I didn’t,” bitting your bottom lip to keep the whine from leaving you lips. Feeling the cool metal of his fingers slide down your bare shoulder to wrap lightly around your wrist. That’s when you snap turning quickly in his embrace, fire snapping in your eyes that makes him pause and take a step back.

“Y/N?” confusion making the pupil retract just as his body does. “Did I do something…”

Growling in frustration to slap at his chest, “Yes you did that’s the problem Barnes, you’ve done it to fucking well in fact.” Watching him recoil a step, makes your eyes close to reign yourself in. “Why do you have to be so damn gentlemanly? Treating me like a fucking piece of glass.”

“Y/N I’m not following you,” even more confused than before yet its mixed with desire. That coats his veins, making his cock twitch at your aggressiveness. Trying to bring. himself under control, not wanting to hurt or scare you.

“Ugh,” tossing your hands up, slapping his chest again. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily James.” Praying he get’s what your meaning seeing his brow dip makes you angry and you step forward roughly pulling him against you. Crashing your lips into his, nipping at the plush bottom lip demanding entry. When he remains unmovable your heart sinks and you pull back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” words whispered from tingling lips, body stiff against the island, hands balled tight to keep from roughly pulling you back to him.

Rolling your eyes to look up at him, soft gasp parting your lips at the return of those lust blown black eyes. “You won’t James I know you won’t but sometimes…” sighing shaking your head then look away taking a step.  

“Sometimes what?” vibranuim hand shooting out to grab your bicep to keep you from bolting. “What do you need Y/N tell me.” Gods his voice is deep and gravelly, it takes all your power to keep from flinging yourself back into his arms and demand he fuck you now. Thick thighs rubbing together with one simple possessive hold on your body.

Stealing yourself to look up at him, “I need you to fuck me Sergeant, I need no want to feel you tomorrow when I’m working remembering the way you made me feel the way you took me.” Swallowing harshly hoping you’ve gotten through to him.

“Strip,” single word leaves his lips, eyes flashing dangerously as he pulls you back against him. Hands one cool, the other warm grip your shoulders. “If you want those clothes you’ll take them off doll because God knows I won’t be able to keep from ripping them off your fucking body.”

A shutter licks down your spine at his tone, heat pooling in your core, watching for a moment the tick in his jaw. Hypnotized by the slow bob of his Adams apple that you don’t heed his warning till the sound of fabric ripping meets your ears and your chest is partly bare to his gaze.

“James,” soft gasp leaving your lips, eyes darting between him and your own body. Watching as his vibranium fingers trace between your the soft swells of your breasts setting your skin on fire with the simple touch, coming to pause between the generous globes. Catching the edges of your black bra, ripping the fabric pulling it from your body to join your ruined tank top. As another gasp is wrenched from your lips this time with a tiny squawk of anger. “You’ll pay for those Barnes,” finally breaking from the lustful haze. Wanting to be angry but finding it hard to maintain the heat behind your words with how his touch is firing off tingles and shivers up and down your body.

Full blown smirk crosses his lips, “I warned you sweetheart,” glancing down to catch how your body moves, knowing from the subtle rub your needing release. “About those shorts and panties which I’m betting are soaked right now. Am I right doll? You know I can smell you right, know when your aroused,” brow lifting when no words meet his ears. He takes a step forward you take one back body bumping against the cold refrigerator door. Some how his voice drops another octave as he leans forward caging you in, mouth dangerously close to your ear. “You forgot to say please by the way doll, remember your manners.”

Watching him pull back to capture your gaze, teeth making an indentation in your bottom lip. He groans capturing your mouth with no gentleness. Demandingly thrusting his hot tongue into your mouth, licking into the warm cavern, to tango with your tongue in a dance that leaves you both gasping. His forehead resting against yours when he breaks.  Breathlessly, “Please James fuck me, make me feel it tomorrow, please.”

Deep groan leaves his lip and before you can do anything he’s tossed you over his shoulder, slapping your ass hard enough you know a bruise will be there tomorrow. Only serving to make you squirm in his hold, feeling your clit throb, a moan at being manhandled leaves your lips. Long strides eat up the steps to your shared bed that his tosses you on. Watching you bounce, nipples peaked in the air condition cooled room. Licking his lips, he places one knee on the bed looking the part of a wild man stalking his prey as you move u p the bed to the top. Knowing he has you in his sights, making your body hum with need and reach down to tug your shorts and panties off. Tossing them to the floor, watching his shirt join and shortly after by his tented sweatpants and boxer briefs. Staring for a moment as his thick cock juts from his groin, little pearl drops begging to be licked up sit perfectly on the slit. Til his hand wraps around coating his palm and sliding down the shaft. Desire flaring in his eyes while he watches you watch him. Deep growl rambling from his chest as you tease him.

Spreading your thick thighs for him, fingers tracing your body all sense of modesty nonexistent with the heated look he’s giving you. Plucking your nipples, giving them both a hard pinch that makes your back arch a needy gasp leaving you. Air sucked in through your nose, exiting from your mouth his name riding along on a breathless whimper. “James,” and he’s there slotting between your thighs, one hand wrapped around his shaft stroking twice before running the tip through your folds before slotting at your entrance and start to slide inside you.

Smirking when a huff leaves your lip only to turn into a gasp when he fills you quickly, seating himself deep between your quivering walls. Mouth coming to ghost over your ear, “Hang on doll it’s gonna be a rough hard ride.”

[non-binaryfrankenstein]

Ahhh!!! I completely forgot to post these!! I've had these headcanons for so long but I'm only now posting them :( But these are based on the Musical, Show and just my personal whatevers!! :] Also!! There are some things I had to research, however!! Just because I researched doesn’t mean I'm 100% right or understand every aspect!! So if you see something that is incorrect or offensive in any way, please please let me know!! I never wanna be a dick and get things wrong or spread misinformation. Anyways, I hope you guys like them!!  :] 

Patrick Star

He/Him/His

 They/Them/Their

Vibgender Neoboy

Panromantic Asexual

Caucasian 

Has freckles! But not nearly as much as Spongebob! :)

Wears make-up sometimes but normally just wears purple eyeshadow :D

Shorter than Squidward, As tall as Sandy, Taller than Spongebob :)

Disabled, chronic back and leg pain. 

On Disability Benefits but he also works as a Comic Book store cashier.

Sometimes he uses a walking stick, sometimes he can't walk at all due to pain. 

In fact, most of the time he has to lay on the couch only watching tv.

A lot of his ‘laziness’ is just him not being able to move

He is lazy by nature, but he sometimes just, can’t move at all and he feels guilty

Insomniac, Melatonin doesn’t help :(

Smokes weed but they mostly use CBD, both for his pain 

Crust Punk >:D

Soooooo many piercings, including tongue piercing, snake bites, eyebrow piercings, septum, bridge, and several ear piercings!!

Most of the time, after work, he can’t move or be active enough to make an actual meal so he just sits on his couch/bed and eats junk food.

Also, unfortunately, like many others, he is broke most of the time due to his little work hours and little disability money

Luckily, he has loving friends. Spongebob and Sandy not only prepare meals for him, but both of them and Squidward give him fresh veggies/fruit he can snack on instead of chips or pretzels.

He tries to ‘pay’ them back by de-weeding their gardens. 

They even give him a tiny garden for himself <3

Also, they try to get him to go to the pool so he gets the exercise that doesn’t add more stress to him. :D

However, he is INCREDIBLY strong! 

Un-styled, his hair is long and straight, about a bit longer than shoulder length!

But, also like to put his hair in a pompadour :) 

His natural hair color is brown!

Paints his nails with Sandy and Sponge! :D

Normally he paints them teal, purple, green, pink or yellow :)

Funky socks 24/7 B)

Does a lot of DIY stuff, such as pins, sewing or even making his own jewelry! :D

His cane is COVERED in stickers :)  

Likes to cook, he just doesn’t have the time to do so and it ends up tasting bland/burnt

He loves sweet food the most.

Absent-minded, but not dumb

Video game and comic nerd. In fact, just a nerd. 

Himbo

Just a sweetie-pie <3

Their Dad and Mom are divorced and they had joint custody, his mom is not supportive of their queerness, but his dad is

He was bullied as a kid, so he beat them up in return, leading to a bad school record. 

But also sometimes couldn't go to school because of the sheer pain they had. 

He and his sister are close, even if they don’t talk much

Put flowers in his hair PLEASE <33

Can play guitar and drums :)

They CANNOT sing at ALL 

His ring is the BFF ring from the Idiot Box episode! :D

Peach fuzz on his face

Sometimes makes and wears friendship and beaded bracelets.

Dude bruh man 

Just a good guy <3

Spongebob SquarePants

Any and All pronouns!! (Including Neo-pronouns)

GenderFluid and Gender Queer

Aromantic and Asexual

African-American

He has Vitiligo and freckles!

Chubby cheeks! <3

Sometimes has bleached and straighted hair, but natural hair is black and has 2c hair type. 

But!! Because it's not the best for his hair, he normally just Bleached it and keeps it natura.

Wears thicc square black glasses :)

Hair is Ethan Slater's musical style when straightened :)

They like to wear make-up but normally just blush and mascara :)

But she doesn’t even need makeup, his eyelashes are just on a whole other level.

Proud Fry-Cook of the Krusty Krab! >:D 

Loves to Jelly-Fish with Patrick!

Also, he is a total nerd too! Comics + video games :)

They love cooking! And baking, and everything with food! 

She tries new recipes all the time! 

Wears all types of clothes, from suits to dresses to skirts to crop tops! :D

BUT, zey will only wear boots! >:/ (maybe sandals if he is at the beach or too warm)

Xe loves gardening and trying to grow new plants :)

Both their mom and dad are supportive of their queerness. They just want their kid to be happy :) 

She loves his pet Gary so much <33 And pet clam! (That one is actually from the Spongebob Bible!)

Fun fact: Gary is a sphinx cat with a sweater on :) (At least to me!)

They are smart! But very, very naive.

Perfectionist too!

Can play the Ukulele :D

Their Ukulele is COVERED in stickers as well!

Her singing voice is very high pitched yet very sweet and nice to listen to 

Normally bikes everywhere because they cannot get their license for her life!

So weak. :( He can barely pick up a can of soup :(

He shows her love through touch a lot! i.e hugs, cheek kisses, and hand-holding!

They love sweets the most!

Matching rings with Pat

Now, this idea isn’t mine but @itsalwayzsunnyjnphilly’s idea! So the paperclip S in “Sandy, Spongebob, and the Worm” was made into a necklace! Please go check them out! :D

Another sweetie pie!

Sandy Cheeks

She/Her/Hers

 Xe/Xer/Xers

Demigirl

Demiromantic Asexual Lesbian

African-American

Wears all sorts of makeup! But mainly just mascara, blush, lipstick, eyebrows, and that kinda stuff :)

Xe has Cystic Fibrous and needs portable oxygen therapy when out, but only needs hand-held oxygen at home

Made her bag for holding oxygen look like the periodic table! :D

She is RIPPED, but only works out at home for safety with muscle training.

However, she normally wears her lab coat so she usually looks skinny

She normally has her nails painted white, purple, or pink :)

She rarely follows lab instructions because gets so caught up in the experiment, so xe has a bunch of scars and bandages on her.

Her getting caught up in science also makes her forget to eat, so on Spongebob’s break, both he and Patrick go to her place with burgers and fries to make sure she eats. 

Sometimes Pat stays and reads comic books with or without Sandy.

However! She does have a fade so her hair isn’t too long and doesn’t catch on fire :) 

Her hair is also around 4b

Speaking of science, she is a freelance scientist in Bikini Bottom, though she sometimes has to travel.

Xe also likes to ramble about science, and Spongebob and Pat just listen and sit there like ‘our friend is so smart <33’ 

Whenever they watch a Sci-Fi movie on movie night, xe CONSTANTLY question the logic. 

Pat and Sponge are just trying to watch a movie and she keeps disproving everything :((

Loves Country music and has a Southern accent

“Country boi,,,, I love yoooooooooooooooouu, EcH.”

Can play the Guitar, Banjo, and the flute :D 

Her singing voice is nice and soothing. But Xe can hit some HIGH notes

Xe is a daredevil! Sponge and Pat worry but she’s just like ‘lol’ and does a death-defying feat

Xe loves salty and spicy foods the most!

Her favorite snack is nuts! Shocker :) 

Whenever she gets homesick, she likes to be alone and listen to Country music

Just a smart buff lady <33

Sweetie pie #3

Squidward Tentacles

He/Him/His

Cisgender

Biromantic Bisexual

Caucasian

He doesn’t wear make-up but isn’t opposed to wearing it, such as eyeliner :)

Dumpy grumpy >:/ 

Such a sourpuss! 

But, he is like a Sour Patch Kid, bitter on the outside, sweet on the inside. 

He is trying to be nicer, but when someone is rude, he tends to lash out. Big Time

This dude is so eloquent yet so simple with insults.

His mother was a single mom, loving and encouraging of Squidward. 

His more ‘fancy’ and ‘strict’ personality is from his mom teaching him to behave so they can have better chances in life. 

So she never discouraged him or snapped at him! She would never, she was his number one supporter. But, for a better future, he needed to be quiet mostly. 

Because young Squidward both loved his mother and understood the severity of his behavior, he listened.

However, other kids would bully him for his femininity, clarinet playing, and quiet nature 

As it got worse, he had to have a sharp tongue, leaving people flustered so they’d leave him alone. If he were the asshole, no one would bother him.

However, Spongebob, Patrick, and Sandy started to help him try to grow.

I actually have a story for that if you guys wanna hear it! :)

So now the trio has a new member! :D

Mostly just the awkward, occasionally sarcastic friend. 

Touch-sensitive, a fact Spongebob has to be very careful of as not to make him feel uncomfortable

 He can play the clarinet, very well in fact! But only when he is confident. :(

Good singing voice too! Clear yet a bit nasally with a hint of depth

He loves to garden and cook/bake

But it MUST be extra. Or else >:(

He has a receding hairline, but his hair is just like Spongebobs when they straighten their hair :)

His natural hair is also black! :) 

He only has freckles on his forehead. 

He has so many wrinkles, where are they coming from??? 

Likes to paint his nails too, but only black, purple, or blue. :)

Used to have a cat named Shelly, but had to give her up. 

Gives Patrick a veggie basket every time he harvests his garden, making sure to make it look good with bows and flowers :)

Loves loves LOVES musicals!

Loves to also wear suits and button-ups

Loves savory food the most

You know what? He’s the awkward wine aunt friend. That's it. I have decided >:) 

Not a complete sweetie pie, but 75% sweetie pie, 25% sour pie :)

I hope you guys enjoyed these, if you read this far, thank you!! :D Have a great day! :]

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Seven

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he’s not Reader’s sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2684

Warnings: ANGST, bad language words

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your love and support for this series! Everyone who has liked or reblogged this week after week means the world to me!

A/N 2: I split their date into 2 parts because I wanted to give perspective from both sides. Enjoy Bucky’s POV first!

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission.

An anxiousness bubbled up inside Bucky as he and (Y/N) stepped out of her office building and onto the crowded Manhattan sidewalk. It was five o’clock, meaning every other yuppie in New York was trying to get somewhere as well. Walking shoulder to shoulder with her felt like a feat in itself. Everyone around them seemed to be heading in the opposite direction, and they were fighting against the current like a pair of spawning salmon swimming upstream.

With his size and stature, most passers-by gave Bucky a wide berth. But with (Y/N), they didn’t. They jostled her like a small boat caught at sea during a storm; they gave her no mind in their rudeness. She fought to stay astride him as businessmen shouldered past her like a runningback fighting to make it to the endzone.

A feeling of protectiveness washed over him. Longing to whisk (Y/N) away from her place on the dirty cement increased with every step. The defensive surge fizzing right below the surface wanted him to tuck her into his side and glower at anyone who dreamed of coming close.

Bucky couldn’t, of course. He had to play it as if they’d only met a few days ago, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he grasped her empty hand and led her through the swarm of fellow New Yorkers.

(Y/N)’s hand was warm inside his, and the very thought of him touching her made his pulse quicken. The reaction wasn’t unpleasant. Though, it fuzzily reminded him of his teenage years. He was nearly one hundred years old! He shouldn’t be acting like a lovesick fool.

But here he was- swooning over a girl like he was fifteen again.

Bucky felt a yanking on his arm as (Y/N) pulled him from the stream of rushing bodies. Unmoving, at the edge of the rush, he found it was easier to breathe again. The fretfulness bled away once they were standing still.

He peered around, questioning why they’d stopped. Wedged between two high-rise buildings was a squat cafe. The shop’s window front beamed onto the footpath like the mecca it was, calling bystanders in from the street. Above the green striped awning over the entrance spelled out Deja Brew in colorful, blocky letters. Bucky chuckled at the play on words.

Towing the door open, (Y/N) tugged him in further.

Stepping inside the brightly lit coffee shop, Bucky was blanketed by the overpowering scent of fresh coffee grounds. It was potent, hanging thick in the air. Taking a deep breath in, he was transported back to a rickety kitchen and a second-hand table, where he and Steve would take their morning coffee and breakfast. The smell reminded him of simpler times. Times before all the trouble Hydra had caused. He let go of a nostalgic sigh.

“Right?” (Y/N) asked, standing at his side. He’d nearly forgotten she was there. “I love it here. It always feels like coming home.”

Bucky grinned down at (Y/N), understanding how she felt. The exposed brick walls, the tidy, destressed floors, and the primary colors being strewn about the space gave him a sense of sentimentality.

“I come in here several times a week,” she explained. “Not just because it’s convenient, but it reminds me of growing up.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, taking in the warm atmosphere of the quaint shop. “I get that.”

The pair strolled up to the counter and, presumably, the barista taking orders. Without looking in their direction, the young man in an apron spoke in a monotone, “Welcome to Deja Brew. What can I get started for you?”

A smile slowly crawled across (Y/N)’s lips. “Hey, Bryson. Didn’t know you were working tonight?”

Bryson’s head whipped up so fast; Bucky thought it might detach from his shoulders. His cheeks dimpled, and the corners of his striking green eyes crinkled into a bright smile. “Hey, beautiful!” Bryson beamed. “I’m doing a double--covering for Kari. I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

“You know me,” (Y/N) said with a tinkling laugh. “Just can’t stay away.” Bryson replied with his own laughter.

A flare of jealousy twisted unexpectedly in Bucky’s gut. Was (Y/N) flirting?

Bucky supposed he could consider Bryson classically handsome. He was taller than Bucky with short, sandy brown hair and broad shoulders. His muscular frame filled out the black polo shirt he wore, but he wasn’t overly bulky- like he played baseball in college. There was a smattering of light freckles over his high cheekbones and straight nose. And eyelashes to rival Steve’s.

Was this his competition?

Bucky grumbled to himself and gritted his teeth as he watched the two giggle over some inside joke. There was an envious gnawing behind his ribcage as Bryson leaned onto his elbows over the countertop, inching closer to (Y/N). That was his girl!

Without warning, like a shaken soda bottle, his voice exploded from his mouth, dripping annoyance, “I’ll take a medium Americano, a chocolate croissant, and whatever the lady is having.”

Shocked back into the present by Bucky’s gruff words, Bryson shot upright. His startled green eyes shifted from (Y/N) to Bucky and back again. Bucky could barely contain his eye-roll as the other man feigned busyness after being caught slacking. It was apparent Bryson only had eyes for (Y/N), or he would have noticed she wasn’t alone, despite Bucky standing mere centimeters away from her.

Possessiveness tingled at Bucky’s fingertips, and the compulsion to wrap his arm around (Y/N)’s waist was strong. He wanted so badly to reach out and pull her close. Show this punk who she belonged to.

Regardless of his feelings, though, Bucky had no claim over (Y/N). He’d known her as Bucky for a scant three days. He imagined she’d known Bryson a lot longer. He couldn’t profess his desire to be hers in such a short time, no matter the urgency. It would come off as weird and controlling.

So, he resolved to bite the inside of his cheek and grin and bear it. He could bide his time, right? He’d waited seventy years. What’s another seventy more?

Bucky cringed internally at the thought of waiting.

“(Y/N), you know this guy?” Bryson inquired, acting as if he’d finally grown a pair, with a bite to his words.

Bucky’s pulse fluttered as (Y/N) turned to face him, a smile on her lips and something sparkling in her eyes. “I do,” she said. “He’s my date.” She grinned bigger with a cute scrunch to her nose as she said date.

Bryson’s eyes widened in alarm, then quickly narrowed in suspicion as he observed the flowers (Y/N) held. Bucky wondered, momentarily, if he was the first guy (Y/N) had ever brought into the shop. Was Bryson just as jealous as he was?

It wasn’t until he saw the almost imperceivable head tilt to get (Y/N) to step away from Bucky’s side did he realize what Bryson’s genuine concern was about.

(Y/N)’s brow furrowed in confusion as she took a stride to her right.

In a hushed whisper, Bryson asked, “You know who he is, right?” Bucky’s super-hearing picked up every word.

(Y/N) unsuccessfully tried to blink away her uncertainty, causing her eyebrows to pinch together further. “Who exactly is he, Bryson?” (Y/N) pondered, an edge of irritation leaking into her speech. She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing her sweater tighter around her body.

Bucky could hear it in her voice. (Y/N) knew precisely what Bryson had meant and was trying to draw it out of him.

“You know,” Bryson said, not even trying to whisper anymore. “He’s that guy.”

(Y/N) cocked her head to the side a fraction. “You mean the guy who the US government exonerated for any and all crimes he may have committed as The Winter Soldier? You mean that guy?” (Y/N) deadpanned, uncrossing her arms. Bryson stared at her blankly.

“What about the guy who got drafted into a war unwillingly?” (Y/N) continued. “Or the one captured by the enemy and experimented on against his will?” Her hands curled into fists as the tension in her body rose. Bryson’s eye contact suddenly became very jumpy, unable to focus on her now and for a good reason.

“How about the guy who fell from a train- survived- and had his arm barbarically amputated?”

Bucky watched (Y/N)’s hands tighten further, blanching her knuckles of any color. He shuffled forward, ready to jump in if need be. Although, she was doing a good job holding her own.

“Don’t forget about that one guy who was tortured and abused, brainwashed, and forced to commit unspeakable atrocities for over seventy years, all in the name of a cult,” (Y/N) stated, pressing her palms flat against the countertop and ducking her head, trying to catch Bryson’s eye. His face flushed visibly in embarrassment.

“In case you aren’t caught up on your current events, Bryson, that guy’s name is Bucky Barnes,” (Y/N) spit sardonically.

Bryson raised his eyes at this, and the look on his face darkened. “Regardless of whether he was brainwashed or not, he’s an Avenger,” Bryson sneered, his gaze sliding to Bucky. “And that makes him dangerous.”

What the hell was this guy’s problem? Bucky wondered, wanting to wipe the smirk off his smug face.

(Y/N) let out a humorless huff of a laugh. Her lips spread into a thin line. “No more dangerous than the possibility of being struck by lightning or getting hit by a subway train.”

Bucky chuckled inwardly as Bryson flexed his jaw in frustration. (Y/N) was really getting to him.

Bryson’s expression morphed into something more sinister. “I mean, are you really going to take the word of some ‘expert’ from a third-world country that he won’t turn into a murder-bot again?” The air-quotes in his tone punctuated the contempt he undeniably felt.

Anger blossomed in Bucky’s chest at the degrading mention of the Princess of Wakanda. He owed everything to Shuri. If it weren’t for her, he definitely wouldn’t be in New York right now but on the run again. Shuri saved his life.

Bucky took a step toward the counter, intending to do something, anything to shut this jackass up. Instead, (Y/N) placed a calming hand to his sternum, stopping him from doing anything rash. The look of disdain on Bryson’s face amplified the longer (Y/N)’s touch lingered on his body, and that was equally as satisfying as causing this prick bodily harm.

“While your concern is unwarranted,” (Y/N) assured, “it’s also unwanted. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

She gazed up into Bucky’s blue eyes fondly; a charming smile curled at her lips. “Besides, I don’t think he’d hurt a fly now.”

“It’s your funeral,” Bryson mumbled under his breath. (Y/N) didn’t catch it, or she paid it no mind.

The affection Bucky felt for (Y/N) at that moment swelled exponentially. He was in love with her, he realized. It was no longer just a crush.

No one, other than Steve, had ever championed for him as openly or as forcefully as she had just then. The adoration accumulating in his heart felt like it would erupt at any minute. She made him want to believe in love again. She made him think he might be worthy of that love someday.

He’d have to find a way to earn it, somehow.

Staring into her beautiful face and seeing compassion and empathy made him want to press his lips to hers. He still couldn’t believe she’d found him on accident. It was all so serendipitous.

There was one crucial roadblock obstructing his path to happiness, though. One he couldn’t possibly ignore for much longer without consequences— figuring out how to tell (Y/N) he and James were the same. But how?

Until then, he’d enjoy the ride.

“Hey, Bryson,” (Y/N) vocalized, her timbre a saccharine sweet. “I’ll take a medium iced mocha with extra whip and a white chocolate raspberry scone as well.” She winked at Bucky.

A scoff came from low in the pastry case causing Bucky and (Y/N) to titter in laughter.

“Wow. That was-” Bucky started, trying to find the words to explain how her coming to his defense made him feel.

(Y/N)’s pupils dilated, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “Oh, my God!” she said in a near panic. “I’m so sorry!”

Bucky smiled at her warmly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He brushed a stray hair from her cheek delicately, his fingers dallying along the soft skin. The palm of his hand settled just below her ear, on the side of her neck. His thumb bobbed up and down with every clench and unclenching of her jaw.

“You must be so sick of hearing the same argument over and over again. People deciding your guilt or innocence based on first glances,” (Y/N) murmured, finally dropping her hand from his chest.

Bucky wondered if she could feel the pounding of his heart through all the layers of clothes he was wearing. “It’s nice to have a cheerleader, for once,” he answered honestly.

The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll always be in your corner, Bucky.”

His stomach dipped at her words’ implications. He whole-heartedly believed she would. “Thank you.”

(Y/N) shrugged in response. Over her bouncing shoulder, Bucky caught a glimpse of Bryson scowling at the two of them from his spot at the espresso machine. Bile churned in his belly. Bryson was turning into a nuisance, like a mosquito at a summer barbeque.

Bucky brought the hand at (Y/N)’s neck down to her upper arm and rubbed it gently. “Why don’t you find us a seat. I’ll finish up here,” he said, giving her a lopsided grin. She returned the gesture and nodded her head in acquiescence, sweeping past him.

Bucky followed her movements through the coffeehouse as she picked a cushioned bistro set positioned near the front windows. The waning light of the day cascaded through the clear glass, highlighting her delicate, feminine features. She was breathtaking.

Turning to face the dreadful barista, the grin on Bucky’s lips faded into a frown.

Bryson set their order down roughly on the register counter and proceeded to punch in the items on the touchscreen. He remained silent, mulishly waiting for payment. The death glare he wore seemed to be permanently etched into his features now.

Bucky could tell he was seething; the vein in his forehead throbbed with every beat of his pulse. Instead of engaging, though, Bucky smirked and slid a twenty-dollar bill toward the other man.

Bryson angrily scooped up the money. He bent his head closer to Bucky, gnashing his teeth. “If you hurt a single hair on her head, I will burn you to the ground,” he taunted, reaching into the till for change and tossing it on the counter.

Bucky’s expression never faltered. His exterior remained composed, cool as a cucumber. Inside, he raged like a bull seeing the color red. He wanted nothing more than to mop the floor with this asshole’s face. Alternatively, he gathered the littered change and dumped it all into the tip jar sitting beside the register. He stared Bryson dead in the face, a ghost of a smile still clinging to his mouth. “And if I ever hear of you treating (Y/N) with the blatant disrespect you showed her today…” Bucky paused, his voice calm and controlled. He leaned forward, pushing in closer to Bryson’s ear. “They’ll never find your body.”

The joy he felt coursing through his body as Bryson’s eyes stretched to the size of saucers and his Adam’s apple wobbled as he gulped in fear was indescribable.

Bucky gathered their drinks and pastries, pivoting towards the table where (Y/N) sat. He shouted over his shoulder as he walked away, “Have a good day, Bryson!”

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Running Towards Nothing

Chapter One

a/n: hello !! @noelliza and i fleshed out an idea about if todd came from out of state (specifically, somewhere in the southern united states) to attend welton, so i wrote it heh. i’m not sure how many parts this will be (if people like it enough for me to continue posting lol), but i have the first like... five written haha. so yes, todd is from the south (alabama) and i don’t know much about the south bc i'm from the west coast, but i tried haha. hope you guys like it !! xx

chapter summary: something in todd’s past is the reason for his family’s move, leading to a new neighborhood, a new school, a roommate he was never expecting, and an overall shift in his life.

pairing: todd anderson x neil perry

warnings: none (i don’t think there are any in this chapter, but if anyone spots something, let me know !)

word count: 2479

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        If there was one thing Todd missed about home, it was the sky; the sun set differently over the rolling hills of Vermont than the grassy fields of Alabama. He was used to seeing all of the elongated, blue canvas sky that melted into bright shades of pink and orange along the horizon; there was nothing in the way of the creation, just a plain view of where the heavens met the earth. In the northeast, however, the sunset snagged on the seemingly-black pointed edges of trees and lush branches, interrupting the gradient leaving only soft blue and speckles of marigold.

        But he had experienced his last Alabama sunset two days ago, and there was no going back. Not for a really, really long time (if ever). After the events of the past few months, there was no way Todd could ever show his face again, even if he really wanted to. Now, Todd Anderson and his family were living in the suburbs of Vermont, where, as his parents hoped, the past would stay hidden and they could build a new façade for the one Todd had recently, though unintentionally, demolished.

        As Todd sat on the floor of his new, empty room, surrounded only by boxes and his bed (which didn’t have a box spring or frame yet), he gazed out of his window forlornly. Through the toothbrush-tipped trees that were jam packed along his new horizon, he could make out the silhouette of a church’s steeple. One that, no doubt, would be frequented by his mother and father while his brother, Jeffrey, was out of state at college, and Todd himself attended the prep school just a few blocks down the road. Out of all the cities in Vermont, Todd’s parents had picked the one with the lowest population and tourist pull, which meant not a lot of people inhabiting the city. However, on the flipside, there wasn’t a wide variety of schools to choose from. Back in Alabama, Todd had attended his local public high school, Nixon, and would have been an incoming senior there if certain... events hadn’t occurred. Instead, Todd was now forced to continue his education at what was deemed “the best all boys prep school in the United States” by his parents and surrounding boarding schools (no pressure).

        Todd’s mind wandered through the recent weeks, pulling apart everything that had happened like rotten cotton candy. This was his life now: a new state, a new town, a new school, brand new everything. And yet, Todd felt stuck between wanting to start over and aching to hold onto his old life. If those five seconds could have gone differently, he’d be preparing for his first day of senior year with all his friends at Nixon. But his friends would never speak to him again, and he’d never walk the halls of Nixon High School ever again. Todd wondered what he could possibly be holding onto? There was nothing in a place he considered home and nothing in a new place that would likely never be home. So much of his past, he wanted to leave behind, but he just… knew that he couldn’t.

        As he reached into the open box beside him, there was a knock on the door. When Todd didn’t answer, the door cracked open, revealing the familiar face of his older brother.

        “Hey, I was going to go on a drive around town, maybe see some of the cool hangout spots if you wanted to come. I know I’m leaving for school in a couple weeks, but might as well check out some places anyway?”

        Jeff always had a way of talking to Todd gently, never with any hints of condescension in his tone. After all, Jeff was the only person in the house who ever acknowledged Todd’s existence. And after everything that had happened, Todd was certain he was no closer to gaining support from his parents than a couple months prior; in fact, he’d been quite sure he was further from garnering any cent of respect, let alone support.

        “Oh, uh… right now?” Todd spoke, barely above a whisper. He knew he didn’t need to feel embarrassed or nervous around Jeff, but that’s just how things were for him now. Anything he said or did felt… wrong, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

        “Yeah, I think Mom and Dad went to pick up some dinner, so I was just thinking that we could head out for a few minutes. Maybe get a little familiar with town and stuff,” Jeff smiled at Todd, his perfectly straight teeth somehow still gleaming in the darkening light of Todd’s room, “Come on, I know you probably don’t feel up to it, but it’d be better than sitting in here while it progressively gets darker,” Jeff attempted to joke, laughing slightly.

        Todd gave him a half smile, half grimace, “Alright. Think I need a jacket?”

        “Want to drive with the top down, so probably,” Jeff smiled, smacking the doorway and turning down the hallway, “Leaving in five!” he called down the hall as he went.

        While they rode leisurely around town, Todd kept his head mostly turned to the side, leaning his cheek on his arm and taking in all the things they drove past. Lots of houses on moderate pieces of land lined the streets; they were nothing like the spacious farms and open pastures of Alabama. Up until recently, Todd had always considered the south home. But truth be told, he wasn’t sure what home was anymore.

        “Oh, sweet, Todd, look! There’s an arcade!” Jeff patted Todd’s shoulder with the back of his hand as he cruised down the street. The big neon lights were hanging over a brick building spelling “GAMES & POOL.” It looked like the marquees Todd had seen of New York City in the magazines. He just nodded at his brother’s sentiment as they pulled up to the red light. Glancing up at the bright sign once more, his gaze was torn away when the door to the arcade opened, revealing five lanky boys spilling out onto the sidewalk.

        “I told you I was going to beat the high score and you punks didn’t believe me!” one with sandy hair said, walking backwards and facing his friends. His face was twisted into a mischievous grin and his voice ricocheted across the street as the boys seemed to be making their way to the movie theatre a few doors down.

        “Charlie, no one cares that you beat the high score,” the tallest one replied; Todd noticed he had a flattop haircut, which is something no one in Alabama would have ever had; Todd thought it looked neat. The flattop’s sentiment earned a chuckle from all the boys, but a particularly loud laugh from a tall, dark-haired boy standing toward the front of the group. He wore beige slacks and a tucked in red flannel with black and white hi-top Chuck Taylor’s. And Todd noticed his dimples were deep into his cheeks while he laughed. As the boys walked down the sidewalk to the theatre ticket vestibule, the light turned green and Jeff began to drive. As the car passed the group, the dark-haired boy looked up and locked eyes with Todd.

        “Neil, still five for Gidget?” the ginger one with glasses said. The dark-haired boy (who Todd could now assume was Neil) held Todd’s gaze for a couple more seconds before tearing his eyes away and nodding at his friend. Todd’s cheeks were ablaze as Jeff drove further away. Trying to not move his head, Todd simply looked back at the boys in the side mirror until they were simply blobbed figures standing under the light of the theatre.

        When Todd and Jeff arrived home, their parents’ car was in the driveway, and the light in the kitchen was on.

        “Hope you’re hungry,” Jeff turned to Todd as he switched the engine off. He just looked at Jeff blankly; his appetite had still not returned, so he didn’t feel hungry much anymore, “I know I am,” Jeff smiled, ruffling Todd’s hair and easing the tension between them. He nodded a little bit and opened the door, Jeff doing the same. As Jeff made his way up the steps, Todd trailed behind him, not wanting to be the first person his parents saw.

        “Jeffy, is that you?” his mother’s voice called from the kitchen.

        “Yeah, Mom, we just went to check out the neighborhood a bit,” Jeff called, slowing his pace, falling into step with Todd and slinging his arm around his little brother’s shoulder.

        “Dinner’s on the table, dear,” she replied as the boys walked into the dining room.

        “Smells good, Ma,” Jeff smiled, taking his seat at the table after patting Todd’s shoulder. Todd sat down tentatively and stared at the spread in front of him. His parents had gotten KFC for the second night in a row, and Todd was about as excited as he was the first time (that being not at all).

        “I know we had it last night, but it really just reminds me of the food back home,” his mother said, pulling her napkin into her lap.

        “You boys eat up, now,” his father said, gesturing to the bucket of chicken and sides in front of the pair. Jeff grabbed his food, and took extra care to offer Todd all of the things he picked up for himself. While their parents busied themselves in a conversation about the pie their neighbors had dropped off, Jeff nudged Todd lightly,

        “Look, I know you’re not hungry, but have a biscuit at least, okay?” he muttered and held one out to his younger brother. Todd took it hesitantly, put it in the middle of his plate, and stared at it, “Come on, Todd. Please,” Jeff mumbled again.

        “What’s that, Jeffrey?” his father turned to him.

        “Oh, nothing, Pop, just telling Todd to have some dinner,” Jeff smiled small. Todd’s father looked at him with disgust.

        “Eat,” he grunted. At the timbre of his father’s voice, Todd flinched slightly and picked off a part of the biscuit to nibble on while the conversation turned to Jeff’s plans for the fall semester. Fading into the background (as usual), Todd tuned out the conversation and focused really hard on his white Chuck Taylor’s, getting a flash of the tall, dark-haired boy’s face in his mind. Neil. Shaking his head slightly, Todd adjusted his gaze to the plate in front of him and waited for another painful dinner to end.

        When the summer had wound down and the weeks in Vermont had become more familiar, Todd’s parents had busied themselves with getting Jeff ready for dorm move-in and paying little, if any, attention to Todd. Currently, Todd was up in his room, preparing for convocation the next day. Jeffrey had left the past Thursday, driving up on his own. He had told Todd to not take everything so seriously and to do the best he could (because he knew that Todd was capable of a lot of things). He also mentioned that he was just a call away if Todd ever needed anything (he wrote his telephone number onto a scrap of paper). Todd had searched the arcade and the theatre a couple times in the hopes of running into the group of boys he had seen on their second night in town, but to no avail.

        Sitting in front of the mirror, Todd analyzed himself. His hair had grown out kind of long, and his mother hadn’t taken him to get it cut, so he’d have to deal with that, but everything else looked normal. Things certainly didn’t feel normal, but he was used to the discomfort by now. The only thing he was truly worried about was his stupid accent. He’d spent the last few weeks hanging around diners and spots with Jeff, and hadn’t heard a single southern accent. He knew his drawl would just make him appear stupid to all these super educated kids, so he’d put a lot of effort into controlling it. He was actually doing okay at it, he just needed to make sure he didn’t slip up. Todd didn’t need any aspect of his personality or appearance to be called attention to. He got up from the floor and crawled into bed, dreading what the next day and year would bring.

        Convocation turtled by, two hours of sitting in a church pew and listening to some headmaster spout of statistics that Todd didn’t care about. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to finish his senior year and get the hell out of here; Todd had always wanted to go to California, but his parents told him it was a pipe dream (“After the stunt you pulled in Alabama, we won’t be funding your college anywhere!” his father had yelled).

        “Ah, Mr. Anderson, is it?” the headmaster questioned when it was Todd’s turn to be introduced after the ceremony.

        “U-uh, yes sir,” he mumbled.

        “Well, we don’t normally take public school transfers, but you will fit in well here. Any major problems you let me know,” he shook Todd’s hand rather harshly.

        “Thank you, sir,” he nodded and moved along.

        Feeling his chest start to tighten, Todd made his way out onto the grass where he sat down against a tree and waited for his parents. After an uncomfortable and awkward goodbye with them, he roamed the grounds a little bit, practicing his newly-fashioned accent quietly to himself. As he rounded a corner to the courtyard, he bumped shoulders with a boy, and turned to apologize, dead-set on making his southern accent unknown (or as unknown as it could be).

        “Ope- sorry about that,” the boy laughed nervously. When Todd looked up at him, it was the boy from outside the arcade all those weeks ago. Shit.

        “S-sorry,” Todd mumbled. The boy nodded a little bit.

        “It’s all good. I’m Neil Perry,” he smiled, holding out his hand, seemingly unaware or forgetting of the fact that they’d seen each other before.

        “Todd Anderson,” he manipulated his tongue to sit flatter in his mouth, so as not to let slip his Alabaman background. He had trouble looking into Neil’s eyes, but when he got a good look, he realized they were dark, dark brown and incredibly deep.

        “Oh, that’s you? I think that makes us roommates,” Neil said, patting Todd on the shoulder. Oh no, Todd thought, his cheeks flushing. Stop it, he thought to himself and cleared his throat.

        “Oh… cool,” Todd nodded a little bit and pursed his lips.

        “I gotta get going. See you soon!” he patted Todd’s shoulder again and took off in the direction he had been going when Todd bumped into him.

        Yep, Todd sighed. This is going to be a long year.

tagging some people (especially those of you who said i should post this heh): @queertoddanderson @babytoddanderson @cupiiid @justarandompjofan @charliedaltonofficial @pretentious-strikes @aedan-mills 

and a big thank you to @noelliza as always bc she’s the best and reads all my stuff before i even think about putting it anywhere on the internet lol <3

[thebunnednun]

Hi i really loved your sabo writing! Can i get second asks? I want to ask this can i get another Sabo x Strawhat pirate reader who ate the Tori Tori No Mi model Phoenix please? Thank you again! You're amazing!😊

Gone Fishing! Sabo x Sea creature Straw-Hat! Reader (Part 2)

You asked and you shall receive, I love writing your requests!! I hope you like this as much as I do.

I found the art right here.

This is the second and final installment.

Link to part 1.

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This steam punk king can get it.

On with the show!!~ --------------------------Part 2: The Fires of Love------------------------

The carnival was a vibrant explosion of color and sound. Streamers and flags flapped in the gentle breeze, and the air was filled with the enticing scents of popcorn, cotton candy, and sizzling street food. Stalls lined the sandy pathways, each offering a unique game or treat. There were games of chance, skill tests, and whimsical rides that spun and twirled, all accompanied by the lively music of a merry-go-round.

Luffy raced from stall to stall, eyes wide with excitement as he tried his hand at various games, winning a giant stuffed bear that he proudly paraded around. Zoro, with his usual sense of direction, somehow ended up in a fortune teller's tent and emerged looking more confused than ever. Nami and Robin perused the shops, Nami bargaining for trinkets while Robin admired the array of rare books on display. Sanji was engrossed in a cooking contest, dazzling the judges with his culinary skills, while Franky marveled at the mechanical rides, making mental notes for future inventions. Brook entertained a crowd with his violin, his music adding to the festive atmosphere. Chopper and Usopp darted between rides, laughing and cheering each other on.

Ace and Jinbei, on the other hand, had found themselves in the middle of an eating contest. With tables piled high with various delicacies, the two had eagerly signed up, determined to out-eat each other. Jinbei, with his large frame and seasoned palate, was a formidable opponent. His calm demeanor and steady pace contrasted sharply with Ace's fiery enthusiasm and competitive spirit.

"Come on, Ace!" Luffy cheered from the sidelines, waving his arms. "You can do it!"

Ace, cheeks stuffed with food, gave Luffy a thumbs-up before turning his attention back to the plates before him. "You too, Jinbei!" he managed to mumble through a mouthful.

Jinbei chuckled, nodding appreciatively at the encouragement. "This is quite enjoyable," he said, swallowing a large bite. "But don't think I'll go easy on you, Ace."

Ace grinned, swallowing his food and grabbing another plate. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the group meandered through the colorful stalls and exciting rides, [Name] found herself walking alongside Sabo. The two had grown closer since their fishing escapade, and there was a comfortable camaraderie between them. [Name] couldn't help but steal glances at Sabo, appreciating his relaxed demeanor and the warmth in his eyes.

"Hey, [Name], let's check out the Tunnel of Love!" Luffy shouted, his voice full of mischief as he pointed towards the ride. The ride's entrance was adorned with pink and red hearts, and small boats gently bobbed in the water, waiting for passengers.

[Name] rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "You just want an excuse to cause trouble, don't you?"

Luffy grinned widely, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Maybe! But it could be fun."

Before [Name] could protest, Nami and Robin nudged her towards the ride. "Go on," Nami urged, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's just a ride. What's the harm?"

Sabo chuckled, extending his hand to [Name]. "Shall we?"

With a playful roll of her eyes, [Name] took his hand. "Alright, alright. Let's go."

As they settled into the small boat, the Tunnel of Love's entrance loomed before them, shrouded in darkness. The boat drifted forward, and the ambient sounds of the carnival faded into the background, replaced by the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tunnel.

Inside, the tunnel was dimly lit, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows on the walls. The romantic atmosphere was almost overwhelming, and [Name] felt a blush creep up her cheeks. Sabo, for his part, seemed equally affected, though he hid it behind a gentle smile.

"Never thought I'd find myself in a place like this," Sabo remarked, his voice low and warm.

[Name] laughed softly. "Me neither. But it's... nice."

The boat drifted slowly into the dimly lit Tunnel of Love, the entrance framed by twinkling fairy lights and garlands of flowers. The gentle lapping of the water and the soft strains of romantic music created an intimate atmosphere. [Name] felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as she sat beside Sabo, their hands almost but not quite touching on the edge of the boat.

Inside, the tunnel was a whimsical display of romantic scenes. Mannequins of couples danced under canopies of roses, and glowing lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, enchanting glow. Heart-shaped arches and ivy-covered walls added to the charm.

"So, uh, quite romantic, huh?" Sabo said, trying to sound casual but his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

[Name] chuckled softly. You looked at the big eyed cupids staring down at you overhead. "Yeah, definitely not forced. It's... cute."

Sabo glanced at you, his smile a little shy. "You look really pretty in this light."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Thanks, Sabo. You clean up pretty well yourself."

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin on his face. "Well, I figured I should try to match the ambiance, you know?"

They laughed together, the sound echoing softly in the enclosed space. As the boat rounded a corner, they came upon a scene with fireflies in jars, their tiny lights flickering like stars in the darkness.

"Those fireflies remind me of your powers," Sabo said, his eyes reflecting the gentle light. "Bright and beautiful."

You smiled, touched by his words. "Thanks, Sabo. That means a lot coming from you."

There was a brief, comfortable silence as they watched the fireflies. The boat continued its gentle journey, and they came across a scene of two birds, one perched on a branch and the other flying towards it, wings outstretched.

"Kind of like us, isn't it?" Sabo mused. "You're always soaring, and I'm... well, trying to catch up."

You laughed softly. "I think you're doing a great job. Besides, sometimes it's nice to have someone to share the sky with."

Sabo's smile widened. "I'd like that. Sharing the sky with you, I mean."

As the boat moved deeper into the tunnel, the scenes became more whimsical. There was a carousel with ornate horses, their reflections shimmering on the water, and a pair of swans gliding gracefully beside the boat. The romantic setting seemed to bring them closer, both physically and emotionally.

"Can I ask you something?" Sabo said, his tone more serious.

"Of course," you replied, curious.

"How do you balance your powers with who you are? I mean, being part ocean creature and having fire abilities... it must be challenging."

You thought for a moment, then nodded. "It is, sometimes. But I see it as part of what makes me unique. It's not always easy, but it's who I am."

Sabo looked at you with admiration. "That's one of the things I find most interesting about you. You're full of surprises, and you embrace them."

You felt a warm flutter in your chest at his words. "Thanks, Sabo. That means a lot."

Their moment of tranquility was abruptly shattered when the boat jerked to a halt. The gentle current that had been guiding them through the tunnel had ceased, leaving them stranded in the middle of the ride. With that said, the minimal light was also shut off leaving you in total darkness. You reached for Sabo's hand only to find him already squeezing yours.

"Uh-oh," Sabo muttered, glancing around. "Looks like we're stuck."

In the darkness, they heard snickering. "Luffy," You groaned, immediately recognizing the sound. "I bet this is his doing."

Before they could devise a plan, the walls of the tunnel echoed with the sounds of chaos. Zoro's voice boomed, trying to navigate the labyrinthine ride. "Where the hell am I? This place is a maze!"

Chopper and Usopp were laughing somewhere nearby, clearly enjoying their mischief. "We thought we'd help you two out," Chopper called out innocently, though his giggles betrayed his true intentions.

Robin's voice floated over, calm and amused. "Our crew decided to play matchmaker."

With a resigned sigh, You squinted and tried to look at Sabo. "I guess we'll have to find our way out ourselves."

Sabo grinned. "Or we could just enjoy the ride while we wait for them to fix their mess."

[Name] smirked. "Or we could light our own way out." You closed your eyes, concentrating on the powers granted to you by the 'Tori Tori No Mi, Model': Phoenix. In a flash, vibrant blue flames enveloped your left hand, illuminating the tunnel with an ethereal glow.

Sabo watched in awe, his admiration for You growing. "You never cease to amaze me," he said softly. Feeling inspired, he also used his 'Mera Mera no Mi' to ignite his left hand.

You chuckled. "It is kind of funny, isn't it? A half-ocean creature with fire powers."

Sabo's smile widened. "It's more than funny. It's fascinating. You never know what to expect with you, and I like that."

As the flames danced around them, the shadows of the tunnel receded, revealing the path ahead. [Name] extended her glowing hand to Sabo, who took it without hesitation. Together, they navigated through the tunnel, their way lit by [Name]'s phoenix flames.

As [Name] and Sabo stepped out of the Tunnel of Love, they were greeted by the chaotic sight of their crewmates trying to navigate their way out of the maze-like carnival. The sounds of laughter, shouts, and the occasional crash filled the air.

"We should probably help them," [Name] said, a smile tugging at her lips.

Sabo nodded, still holding her hand. "Yeah, let's go."

They moved quickly, [Name] using her enhanced senses to locate the others. Her Tori Tori no Mi powers gave her a unique connection to the elements, and she could feel the vibrations of their movements through the ground.

First, they found Luffy and Ace, who were arguing about the best way to get out. Luffy was stubbornly insisting on going one way, while Ace, ever the older brother, tried to reason with him.

"Luffy, Ace!" [Name] called out, her voice carrying over the din. "Over here!"

Luffy's face lit up. "There you are! We got so lost!"

Ace chuckled, ruffling Luffy's hair. "Leave it to you to get us turned around, little brother."

Sabo grinned, shaking his head. "Come on, let's find the others."

Next, they came across Zoro, who had somehow ended up in a completely different part of the carnival, staring at a map upside down. Usopp and Chopper were with him, both looking equally exasperated.

"Zoro, you're going the wrong way," [Name] said, laughing.

Zoro blinked, turning the map around. "I knew that."

Usopp rolled his eyes. "Sure you did. Let's stick together this time."

They continued their search, gathering Nami and Robin from a souvenir shop where they were perusing trinkets. Franky was found at a food stall, munching on a massive turkey leg, while Brook was entertaining a group of carnival-goers with his music.

As the group grew larger, [Name] decided it was time to use her powers to guide them all out. She glanced at Sabo, who gave her an encouraging nod.

Taking a deep breath, [Name] summoned her phoenix flames, her body glowing with a soft, golden light. The flames flickered and danced, illuminating the path ahead.

"Follow me," she said, her voice confident.

The crew watched in awe as she transformed, her wings of fire spreading out behind her. She took to the air, hovering above them and lighting the way. Sabo followed closely, his eyes never leaving her.

"Wow, [Name]," Chopper exclaimed. "You look amazing!"

Robin smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Truly a sight to behold."

[Name] felt a warm glow inside, not just from her flames but from the admiration of her friends. She led them through the twists and turns of the carnival, her flames casting a warm, guiding light.

As they finally emerged from the labyrinth, the crew cheered, relieved to be back in the open air. [Name] landed gracefully, her flames dissipating as she returned to her normal form.

"That was incredible [Name]!" Sabo said, his voice full of genuine admiration. "You really saved the day!"

[Name] blushed, looking down shyly. "Thanks, Sabo. I'm just glad everyone is okay."

Eventually, they emerged from the tunnel to find the rest of the crew gathered, their faces a mix of guilt and amusement.

"Sorry," Luffy said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "We just wanted to give you two some alone time."

[Name] rolled her eyes but smiled. "It's alright, Luffy. We managed just fine."

Ace, who had been watching the whole scene with amusement, clapped Sabo on the back. "Looks like you two had quite the adventure."

Sabo nodded, his eyes meeting [Name]'s. "Yeah, we did. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Meanwhile, more hijinks unfolded with the rest of the crew:

Luffy, ever the mischief-maker, spotted a pie-throwing booth and couldn't resist trying it out. He spent a good half-hour there, challenging anyone who passed by to a pie-throwing contest, resulting in a lot of laughter and a very messy Luffy. (You were extremely shocked he didn't just eat the pies.)

Zoro, still trying to find his way out of the Tunnel of Love, somehow ended up on a completely different ride. When he finally emerged, he was holding a prize he won from a strength test game, looking both confused and slightly triumphant.

Sanji, after dazzling the cooking contest judges, found himself the center of attention among the carnival's female visitors. He flirted shamelessly, handing out roses and charming everyone he met, much to the chagrin of a jealous Luffy who wanted his cook's attention (mainly because they didn't let him eat the dishes of the contest and he was starving).

Brook was still gathering a crowd with his music, and his concert turned into an impromptu dance party. Chopper and Usopp joined in, their silly dance moves causing fits of laughter among the onlookers.

Franky, inspired by the carnival rides, decided to construct a mini rollercoaster using materials he found around the carnival. By the end of the day, he had a small group of kids enjoying the makeshift ride, all chanting "Super!" as they zoomed around.

Nami and Robin, having finished their shopping spree, decided to team up for a ring toss game. Using her keen aim, Nami won several prizes, which she generously shared with the crew, while Robin used her abilities to discreetly assist, much to their amusement. (You were once again surprised she didn't just steal the prizes but hey she was having fun!)

Ace and Jinbei, after finally calling truce about their eating contest, joined in on a water balloon fight. Ace's ability to generate fire was strategically avoided, but his competitive spirit ensured that neither he nor Jinbei left the fight dry.

By the end of the day, the Straw Hat Pirates were exhausted but happy, each carrying their collection of prizes, memories of laughter, and stories of the day's adventures. As they regrouped to enjoy the fireworks display, it was clear that their bond had grown even stronger through the chaos and fun of the carnival.

You and Sabo had still not untangled your hands, opting instead to walk the grounds together until you came to a small clearing. A canopy of stars overhead, with constellations forming shapes of hearts and arrows. The sight was breathtaking, and both [Name] and Sabo fell silent, lost in the beauty of the moment.

"I guess this is the end of the ride," [Name] joked softly.

Sabo nodded, his eyes still fixed on the stars. "Yeah, but maybe it's just the beginning for us." He turned his gaze toward you and admired the star next to him.

Noticing his stare, you turned to him, your heart beating a little faster. "I'd like that."

Sabo smiled, raising your hand to his lips to press and gentle kiss in the center "Me too."

As they stood in the clearing, the world outside seemed brighter, the sounds of the carnival more vibrant. The rest of the crew, watching from a distance, exchanged knowing smiles and thumbs-ups, clearly pleased with their matchmaking efforts.

"Well," Sabo said, squeezing your hand gently, "ready for the next adventure?"

You couldn't stop the smile forming on your face. "With you, Sabo? Always."

"You're one of a kind, [Name]."

As they walked back towards the carnival entrance, hand in hand, [Name] felt a sense of contentment and excitement for what the future held. With Sabo by her side, she knew that every adventure would be even more special.

Epilogue:

As [Name] and Sabo walked back towards the carnival entrance, they noticed the entire crew staring at them with wide grins and knowing looks. Luffy was the first to react, his face lighting up with happiness.

"Hey, everyone, look! They finally held hands!" Luffy shouted, bouncing up and down with excitement.

Ace, however, was pouting, his arms crossed over his chest. "But they still haven't kissed. What's the holdup?"

The crew erupted into laughter, and Nami playfully elbowed Ace. "Give them a break, Ace. These things take time."

Usopp chimed in, smirking. "Yeah, Ace. Not everyone moves as fast as you do."

"Or gets lost as easily as Zoro," Sanji added, earning a half-hearted glare from the swordsman.

"I wasn't lost," Zoro muttered defensively. "I was just... exploring."

Robin chuckled softly. "It's obvious they care about each other. Just let them be."

Sabo, feeling a bit flustered, tried to defend himself and [Name]. "It's not like that, guys. We're just—"

Before he could finish, [Name] reached up on her tiptoes and planted a quick, soft kiss on his cheek. The touch of her lips sent a jolt of warmth through him, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The crew's reaction was immediate and loud. They cheered and clapped, their voices a chorus of encouragement and teasing remarks.

"Finally!" Chopper exclaimed, his little arms waving in the air.

"About time!" Franky added, giving a thumbs-up.

Brook, with his usual flair, declared, "Yohohoho! Young love is a beautiful thing!"

Sabo stood there, momentarily stunned, as [Name] giggled and began to run off, her laughter ringing out like music. The realization hit him, and a wide grin spread across his face. He wasn't going to let her get away that easily.

"Hey, wait up!" Sabo called, taking off in pursuit of her.

The crew continued to cheer and laugh, their excitement infectious. "Go get her, Sabo!" Luffy yelled, jumping up and down.

"Don't let her escape!" Usopp added, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice.

"You better catch your lady!" Sanji called out only to be pinched by both Zoro and Nami.

[Name] glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. Sabo was right behind her, determined and exhilarated.

As he finally caught up to her, they both stopped, breathless and laughing. Sabo gently took her hands in his, looking into her eyes with a mix of affection and amusement.

"You know," he said, catching his breath, "you're pretty fast."

[Name] smiled, her cheeks flushed from the excitement. "Well, I had a good reason to run."

Sabo leaned in closer, his voice soft and sincere. "And a good reason to stop."

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a tender, heartfelt kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth and connection between them.

When they finally pulled apart, the crew erupted into another round of cheers and applause. Ace, despite his earlier pouting, had a huge grin on his face. "Now that's more like it!"

[Name] and Sabo laughed, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment that was shared by everyone around them. Hand in hand, they walked back towards the crew, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them, knowing they had each other and their supportive, if somewhat meddlesome, friends by their side.

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[angryschnauzer]

Last Night on the Plain

Summary; As an archeology student at the end of your first year of University, you spend the summer on a dig in the South of England. Throughout the whole dig you’ve lusted after the site-lead; a fresh out of his doctorate Dr Cavill, assigned to the dig to get some leadership experience. Will the last night you spend on Salisbury Plain be one to remember?

(This fic is a prequel to my multichapter story Superior Specimen it can be read alone but contains spoilers for that story) Links for Superior Specimen: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Pairing: Grad Student Henry Cavill x 19 year old Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mutual Pining, Professor/Student Relationship, Oral Sex, Blow Job, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. SPOILERS FOR Superior Specimen.

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Last Night on the Plain

 Sitting on the kerb outside Iceland, the little town of Warminster was quiet on a Saturday afternoon. The Land Rover would soon be coming through to pick you and your friends up, the dig site lead having driven a few of you into town to collect supplies for the last night of the six week long dig. 

 Six weeks of living in tents, running to the nearby stream to dive into the Watercress filled waters and wash, rinsing your underwear in a bucket and hanging over guy ropes of the tents and hoping the cows in the next field over don’t lean over the fence and eat them, six weeks of celebrating the end of your first year of University. 

 You loved Archaeology, having studied hard for your A-Levels at college, you got the grades to go to Southampton University to study it. The dig would contribute towards your yearly grade, teaming up with other uni’s from around England, the excavations on the far west of Salisbury Plain in the south of England, and the project was to uncover settlements from when the giant pillars of Stonehenge were moved from their starting point in Wales and anything from the trade routes over the following millennia. 

 Your friend nudged you in the ribs, nodding to the vehicle heading towards the three of you;

 “Hey hey, here comes Cav”

 “Dibs on shotgun” you blurted out, your friends groaning at your speed at calling the front seat.

 Standing, the three of you watched as the site lead pulled up to the kerb, his big smile at seeing you misfits waiting for him made your stomach do a little flip. He brought the Land Rover to a bumpy halt at the kerb, leaving the engine running as he got out and helped load the supplies into the back, reaching the front passenger door just in time to hold it open for you. You missed the way he looked at your ass as you climbed in, shutting the door after you.

 The ride back to the dig site was bumpy; 30-year-old Land Rovers weren’t known for their comfort, the lack of seatbelts in the vintage vehicle not helping as the country roads and tracks were littered with potholes. You were painfully aware of the way your breasts were bouncing around, having foregone bras within the first week of the dig. They pinched and prodded you as you bent over excavating for hours on end and became an unnecessary addition to have to bother keep washing by hand. 

 On one particularly vicious bump you were bounced across the narrow bench seat, grabbing at Cav’s leg before you ended up headbutting the steering wheel. He apologetically smiled at you;

 “Sorry…”

 “S’ok”

 You rode in silence for a while, the pair in the back deep in discussion about the merits of getting an upgrade from their Sony Ericsson’s to Blackberries. Finally your seatmate spoke;

 “So, pink, huh Punk?”

 You pulled at a strand of hair, holding it out from your head and grinned;

 “The Sun-In turned it orange. Orange isn’t my colour”

 “I left you in town for forty five minutes… how did you have time to dye your hair?” he said with a grin.

 “It’s Cherry flavour Panda Pop. We stood in the alley behind Ladbrokes and poured a bottle over my hair”

 He laughed, his toothy grin wide and genuine;

 “That explains the smell”

 “Hope you’re referring to the cherry and not the alley”

 His face paled and he stuttered, before you grinned and gave his thigh a squeeze;

 “I’m teasing”

 He smiled and turned his attention back to the road, concentrating on the journey now that the paved roads had finished and it was now dusty tracks across the farmland. You watched as he steered the vehicle, and you knew he was going to be your only regret of the summer. Dr Cavill, or Cav as everyone called him on site, fresh having finished his doctorate in Palaeontology, but desperately in need of some leadership skills and experience on how to run a site dig.  He was cute. Tall and fit, gorgeous blue eyes and high cheekbones, both of which were regularly hidden by his mop of soft chestnut brown hair. When he was deep in concentration he would nibble at his lip and it only made them plumper. 

 You were so in your little dream world that when he made the sharp right hand turn into the field the dig was in you lost your grip, your hand sliding from its spot on his thigh to in between his legs, your head low on his stomach;

 “Oh!”

 He slowed the Land Rover as you scrambled back to your seat, his cheeks flushed and pink.

 “Sorry…”

 -

 The campfire was down to its last embers, the sun almost fully set. It was the last night of the dig and you were all celebrating. The finds had been fantastic, everything catalogued and recorded, friendships hatched and grown, sunburn peeling away to reveal soft skin, leave-in bleach hair sprays and nights of passing around a three litre bottle of White Lightning - the cheapest by volume cider you could find. Cav had excused himself to his tent, not often joining the students for the latter parts of drinking, and the nights argument was whether or not it was too late to walk the three miles to the Red Lion pub in Heytesbury.

 “You guys go. I’m gonna take one last look at the north end trench, see if i can find my amethyst necklace I lost last week”

 “Punk, you’re drunk, it’s getting dark too!”

 “I’m not drunk, I’ve had a few sips of Cider, and I’ve got a head torch”

 “Fine, suit yourself”

 -

 Brushing through the sandy soil you were yet to find your necklace, but as the friction under the brush suddenly changed you looked closer, smiling when you saw what was revealed. 

 Minutes later you stood at his tent, calling out;

 “Cav? I’ve found something…”

 He appeared in the doorway, the camping lantern illuminating his tent as it sat on the table where he would write his notes and inspect finds;

 “Hey! What have you…” he saw the shards of pottery you were holding in your hands, his eyes going wide; “You found the last parts?”

 Nodding you smiled. Throughout the dig the team had discovered finds from multiple era’s, and one he’d found was the majority of shards from a Roman Pot, an urn that would have been used to carry Olive Oil all the way from the southernmost parts of the Roman Empire. You knew that it had been frustrating him that all his attempts to reassemble the urn had failed, the missing pieces seemingly integral to the structure.

 He pulled the tent flap to the side for you to enter, setting the pieces down onto the table before straddling the bench that sat beside it. Cav came over and grabbed the tray that held the other parts, a ball of blu-tack nestled in the corner;

 “This is amazing! It looks like all the missing pieces are here!” he turned to you, his eyes shining bright in the glow of the lamp; “I thought you all were going to the pub?”

 “I stayed… I wanted to have one last search for my necklace I lost last week”

 “Oh… did you find it?”

 “No. But this is so much better! C’mon, I wanna see if we can get this to fit together now!”

 His long legs meant he could step over the bench with ease, sitting down next to you and you watched as he started to push the pieces together, cradling them in his large handspan. Softening the blu-tack he pulled a little off and applied it to the edge of a piece, angling his arm at an awkward angle, cursing under his breath;

 “Could you…”

 “Sure” taking the piece from him he held the fragile urn in both hands as you bent over his arms and stuck it into place, moving onto the next piece, this time near his hand furthest from you. 

 Due to the angles you were struggling to see, before you spoke quietly;

 “Lean back a little”

 He did as you asked, extending his arms to full stretch as he held the artefact, letting out a squeak of surprise as you tucked yourself under one arm, shuffling to straddling his lap and sit;

 “Okay, now I can see what I’m doing…” you muttered as you pushed your ass back against him, the whole thing completely innocent, but you were unaware of the look of panic on his face, how he was afraid he was going to crack a tooth from gritting his jaw, willing his dick not to get hard.

 He was now rendered to simply holding the urn in place, he was unable to concentrate, however you had taken over the placement of the new pieces, slotting them into their gaps, the blu-tack holding them secure. As you slid the final piece in you sat back, resting your back against his chest, smoothing your hands over his as you both took in the piece of pottery that dated back two millennia;

 “It's stunning…” you muttered.

 He softly brushed his thumbs over the sides of your hands, and you felt the warm puff of breath on your neck as he spoke;

 “So are you…”

 You let out a breathy sigh, your back arching and you could feel he was hard, the bulge against your ass pressing incessantly against you. Resting your head against his shoulder you turned your head and his lips caught your own. The world stopped and you saw stars as those soft pink pillows caressed your lips, moaning into his mouth and he took the chance to slip his tongue against yours.

 Somehow the two of you managed to gently rest the delicate artefact back onto the tray in the midst of your fledgling passion, his hands intertwining with yours, fingers laced together as his tongue worked magic with your own.

 When you broke the kiss you were gasping for air, his mouth finding your neck as he kissed along your exposed shoulder and neck, his sharp teeth dragging against your skin and making you moan;

 “Oh… oh fuck… yes…”

 He stopped for a moment, his hands still entwined with yours but he wrapped his arms around your body;

 “Tell me to stop… tell me this is wrong, I’m your supervisor…”

 “It’s the last night… let’s give ourselves this night… Just promise not to fall in love with me…”

 “It may be too late for that already” he murmured against your skin, but you were lost in the haze of lust to comprehend his words.

 Your hands finally parted, his slipping beneath your strappy t-shirt, yours reaching back to curl into his hair as his tongue danced patterns over your neck again. You were writhing on his lap, lost in the moment when suddenly the bench tipped, the two of you falling back and landing on the ground. 

 You moved first, rolling off before turning and straddling him, leaning over to catch his lips with your own as you ground your clothed core against the bulge in his tented shorts;

 “I’ve wanted to feel you between my thighs for the last six weeks” you muttered against his earlobe, pressing kisses to his jawline as his hands found your ass and pulled you firmly down onto his body; “The amount of times I’ve gotten myself off in silence as I thought about sneaking into your tent…”

 He could only let out a guttural moan, and as your hands found the edge of his t-shirt you parted so you could strip him of it. 

 You sat back, pressing yourself down harder against his growing erection as you admired his smooth and pale chest, the tiniest crop of hairs right in the centre, delicate muscle definition but still slim and athletic. You watched his face as you trailed your fingers down the length of his long body, finally brushing against the thin trail of hairs that led from his navel into his shorts. You shifted back a little, unfastening the button on his Khaki shorts and unzipping him, reaching into his underwear and grasping his hot length before pulling him free of the cotton confinements. 

 Bending you took him into your mouth, sliding your tongue over his hot flesh as you swallowed around him, bobbing your head up and down. His hands found your head, pressing gently to tell you the speed he liked, a string of curses falling from his lips as you rapidly drove him to the brink of pleasure. It didn’t take long until he let out an ‘uh-oh’ and you slid a hand up his stomach, his own grasping at it as he started to cum in your mouth. You swallowed all that he gave you, his back arching as he thrust up into the warm comfort between your lips, before his body went limp. 

 Pulling off him his hands gripped at your arms, pulling you up his chest until you were laying on top of him;

 “You’ll need to give me a moment… then I’ll be right with you…”

 You grinned and pressed a kiss to his bite swollen lips before standing, and he pushing himself up to rest on his elbows, a look of panic on his face before you grinned at him;

 “Chill… just getting more comfy…”

 You pulled your top off and dropped it to the ground, unfastening your combat shorts and let them fall too, kicking off your flipflops before you were standing there in just your knickers, your thumbs hooked over the sides before he finally spoke;

 “I want to be the one to take those off…”

 He quickly stood and pulled you over to the double air mattress he had in his tent, watching you lay back against his sleeping bag as he stripped himself of the rest of this clothing. As he climbed on he crawled up your body, and it was then that you saw the tiniest patch of brown in the sea of his blue eyes. You were mesmerized by it as he lay over you, your legs parting as he rutted against you, already growing hard again. He moved to your side and slid a hand down the length of your sternum, over your soft stomach and into your underwear, feeling how the thin cotton was soaked through with your arousal. Sitting up he pulled the ruined scrap of fabric down your legs, looking at your soaked petals as he parted them with his long fingers, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing delicate circles against it, before sliding his hand down and pushing two fingers into your soaked hole;

 “Fuck… you feel so tight…”

 “I need you… I need you inside me…”

 “I don’t… I don’t have any protection…” he looked pained to admit what could be the stopping point of the night.

 “I’m on the pill… been taking it continually so I didn’t get a period whilst on the dig…you can go bare…”

His eyes went wide, he’d had a number of lovers over his years at University, and he was well into his mid 20’s, but he had always used condoms, never wanting the girl to have to take the responsibility for their tryst… he had never gone bare but just at the mere thought of sliding into your heat, to feel your hot wetness against his skin, it made him as hard as a rock.

 He scissored his fingers inside you before shifting, pulling them from you as he positioned himself between your thighs, the light from the lantern casting long shadows over your bodies. He rested his tip against your folds, taking a moment to lick your juices from his fingers, then with a smirk he started to press into you.

 With each passing inch your eyes fluttered shut, not realising you were missing the look on his face as he found heaven between your legs. The feel of your pussy around him was almost suffocating, hugging him so tight as he slid in with ease from your arousal;

 “Oh my god… you feel so fucking good… you’re gonna have to tell me how you like it, cos’ I don’t think I’m going to last long…” he muttered.

 Wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongues whilst your body grew accustomed to his impressive length inside you, the biggest you had ever taken;

 “Hard and fast, I was made to be broken… break me…”

At your words something changed in him, pushing his body onto his arms as he started to rut into you, watching your juices shine on his dick as he pulled out, only to slam back in as your body took every inch of him, your silken channel hugging him tight. The tent was filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, and knowing you were the only ones on site your voices rose, your moans filling the night sky. 

 Your body was bucking beneath him, shaking from pleasure and he could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. He desperately wanted to feel you come around him, pushing a hand between your bodies he rubbed furiously at your clit, feeling your body tighten and your back arch, and as you came your body trembled around him. 

 The feeling was indescribable, he was so deep in pleasure that when his back arched and he came deep inside you he let out a roar, his eyes screwed shut as he filled you with his come, finally going limp, his arms shaking from the exertion of holding himself above you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him on top of you, burying your face in his neck as you breathed in his scent.

 Finally finding his voice he whispered quietly;

 “Stay with me tonight”

 Wrapped in the sleeping bag and blankets you did just that, curled up in his arms and the warmth of his embrace.

 -

 Henry was woken by the sounds of the camp being broken down, the crews from the various universities packing up their things as the minibuses arrived to take them back to the halls of residences or shared houses. He was alone in his bed, and as he sat up he could hear your voice yelling out to your tent-mates to ‘pick up your fucking stuff’. 

 In the hours that followed various vehicles turned up on site, his own supervisors, benefactors and sponsors of the dig, all very excited by the finds and reports, and especially of the assembled Roman Urn. At every moment he tried to get away, tried to find a moment to talk to you, but as the minutes and hours ticked by the window was closing. 

 You were all packed up, everything in the old minibus. Every time you had looked across the site he was talking to someone important looking, never getting a moment where he was alone. The driver of your minibus honked the horn and you panicked;

 “Hang on, I’ve just got one more thing to do…”

 You ran across the site and he saw you, excusing himself from the people he was talking to and managed to intercept you behind the old Ford Transit van that was taking the equipment away. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your lips;

 “I didn’t want you to leave before I got to say goodbye”

 Your bottom lip trembled, your voice shaking;

 “I’ve left my number on a piece of paper on your table, its tucked under the tray with the urn on”

 He let out a sigh of relief, nodding before kissing you again, the sound of your minibus driver honking the horn impatiently.

 You reluctantly pulled out of his arms, giving him a final wave before running to the bus, and he watched from the side of the van as you climbed in, the vehicle driving off into the distance as a cloud of dust trailed behind it.

 “Henry!” an older male voice called out cheerfully. 

 Rubbing his palms over his face he took a deep breath, before turning and smiling at his supervising professor;

 “Hey, good to see you Sir”

 The older man clapped a hand over Henry’s shoulder;

 “You’ve done an amazing job on this dig… the reports that came in have been exemplary. You had all the same students at the end of the dig as at the start which I’ll have you know is a particular skill… some site leads drive students away in droves!”

 Leading Henry back towards the dig site he waxed lyrical about Henry’s skill and how he showed true leadership skills, turning to another gentleman that was leaning against Henry’s Land Rover;

 “Have you met Piers?”

 Henry shook his head, he knew who he was being introduced to, the CEO of the most prestigious museum in the UK and some would say the world with regards to Archaeology and Palaeontology. Shaking the man’s hand he was speechless;

 “We’ve been following the dig reports, your talent is something I haven’t seen for many years… we’d like to discuss a position on our expedition board with you…”

 “Y-yes… that would be fantastic! Thank you”

 “Now, let’s see that Roman urn I’ve been hearing all about…”

 Leading the men to his tent he lifted the tray, pulling it out into the sunshine as they took in the beauty of it, no-one noticing the small scrap of paper catch on the wind and slipping out of the tent, Henry too distracted by the reality of being hired for his dream job.

 -

 Many Years Later.

 Henry grinned as his team crowed around him, the heat of the Siberian Summer seeping into their pores. In broken Russian the students were laughing and shouting, before three of them carried the massive femur bone they’d excavated a few days previously over to Henry, heaving it into his massive arms.

 “Smile!” someone shouted out and he heard the clicks of phone camera shutters, before he gently rested it onto the soft ground, chatting to the team as he did so.

 That night they hit the bars of the nearest town, Henry smiling when he saw one had wifi, connecting his phone and uploading a few updates to the dig account and also his own. An hour later he checked his phone and saw his Instagram notifications, one account name in particular catching his attention; @thepunkwiththepinkhair

 It couldn't be, could it?

 It was. It was you. The pink may be gone, but he had finally found you again.

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Thank you for reading!

Some explanations of British shops/brands;

Iceland = a budget supermarket chain

White Lightning = cheap, harsh apple cider, sold in bottles that are 3000ml/a gallon for around £5.00 (USD7/EURO6)

Panda Pop = very cheap fizzy drink, full of additives, artificial colours, sugar.

Ladbrokes - a chain of gambling shops.

Sun-in - spray in hair bleach that you would spritz on your hair and go out in the sunshine, and it would bleach your hair. Apparently it was meant to give you ‘sun kissed highlights’, but when i was 18 i turned my hair bright orange with it.

In the UK University starts when you are 18, and a degree lasts 3 or 4 years. You can then do a ‘post graduate course’ which is another year of studying, and if you want to work towards your doctorate, it can be another 4-7 years on top of that, which is why Henry in this story is literally fresh out of studying even though he is approximately 25 years old.

[kristencsummerlin]

More uniforms for my Nicktoons High School. More SpongeBob Characters because I'm still on that show for the list.

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Larry the Lobster: Orange and Red

Larry and off again on again friend and or bully for SpongeBob. He’s a lobster-otherkin. He’s fit and about weights. He has a more workout theme.

Squidina Star: Purple and Blue

Patrick’s adopted sister. She’s a main character in the Patrick spinoff. But showed up a couple of times in the main show. She’s a squid-otherkin. Unlike Squidward whose an octopus.

Sandy Evil Cheeks: Black and Orange

Fun fact SpongeBob has a comic book series and the cover art for them are cooler than there needed to be. There was a whole thing about Bob going through the multiverse. And an evil version of Sandy showed up. A common gag will be the evil version of the characters will go with the proper version of the name. So Sandra instead instead of Sandy. She’s also a rocker biker chick so continued. She’s also a squirrel-otherkin

Abrasive Side SpongeBob: Orange and Green

RudeBob or Robert. Not really a villain. But he is the closest to the evil version. Doodlebob would be the second closest to him. Like Bob he’s a sea-sponge-otherkin. If your wondering what the circles on his jacket are. They are cent signs. The school is named Nickolas and the mascot is a Nickel named Philip.

Plankrabs: Blue and Neon Green

The shit you discover. Plankton decided to pull a Lex Luther and make a clone child of him and his arch nemeses Mr. Krabs. Because than he can cheat and say he can have the Krabby Patty Formula because Pearl knows the recipe. However the child is an asshole. I’m including him because it’s weird on a level that I think it’s funny. Not much of a uniform mostly because I’m still working on how he falls into the world

Flats the Flounder: Greenish Yellow and Orange

You remember the guy who wanted revenge for being kidnapped as if he was an alien by SpongeBob when he ran into him again during the first day of school. I love his design. Fun fact he’s voiced by Thomas F. Wilson. The bully in Back to the Future. Tom voices a shit ton of characters in the show. And now knowing this I recognize him every time!

Brain Flounder: Greenish Yellow and Slime Green

Going off the wiki but Flats is said to have a younger brother. Named Brain. He’s never had a physical appearance. So I’m taking creative liberties with him. Among other characters. He’s a bit nerdy compared to his punk brother.

Octavius Rex: Blue and Grey

Long, tan, and handsome himself. The dreamiest man in Pearl’s life. Wait until she meets some of the land boys. BTW Oct is married to Gale. The insanity that is the background characters drama is soap opera worthy. Every bodies is marrying, devoicing, and having kids. It’s insane.