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Fun Karlach things revealed from party banter/dialogue/cutscenes (these are all 100% canonical to any run, as they are her talking about her past, these all appear in naturally accessable in-game dialogue):
She can touch demons and devils and other infernal creatures without hurting them, but opted not to in those ten years in Avernus as she says she's "not a masochist."*
She has had numerous past relationships, sexual in nature, which she describes as "quick to flare and quick to fade."
She says she was still sorting out "jumping into bed with anything with a pulse" and looking for more long-term relationships when she was sent to Avernus.
There are other infernal creatures running around with infernal engines in them but she thinks she's the only one from Faerun who survived the process (she knows others were tried but didn't make it.)
Loves a good bar fight/brawl (obvious but still cute.)
Likes walking around barefoot in the grass (which she calls "grassing", and she enjoys a good "frolic".)
Isn't keen to travel by boat down the Chionthar (from Moonrise) as her mum said the river was unlucky.
Liked to go swimming as a kid (presumably still does - after she's temperature corrected. Prior to that she mentions fear of boiling fish and her friends alive.)
Worries about being out of date, fashion wise, having been gone from Baulder's Gate for ten years.
Her mother's name is Caerlach (pronounced same as her daughter), and her father's name is Pluck. Their last name, Cliffgate, is the same as one of the lower city entries in Baulder's Gate.
Her dad was a porter and her mom was a laundress. They were poor but loving and fun.
They were poor but NOT destitute - Karlach mentions their household multiple times, and having her friends visit her family in their home. She also went to school (teasing that she'll cheer up Gale by saying she hasn't read "since school").**
When she was a teen her mom passed from illness during a plague when the family couldn't afford a healer quickly enough. Her dad passed a few years after when he was crushed by his own overturned cart on the road.
There's some discrepancy about when she started working for Gortash, in the cemetery she says her parents would have seen him for who he was (implying she did not spend much if any time around him prior to their deaths). In the shadow lands she mentions he 'got his claws into her early' and that she earned enough to help her family move into a better place in the city under his employ (it's entirely possible she's referring to moving their bodies post-mortem though).
She was a young adult (describes herself as 'not-quite-kid') while in Gortash's employ, worked for him for a good span of time, and spent 10 years in Avernus. This means she's likely well into her 30s by the time of game events.
She, to her own admission in her origin, loved Gortash, but also explains that it was not romantic in nature (stating distinctly to the player character "not like that"). She clearly looked up to him as her boss and was deeply betrayed when sold to Zariel.
She lived with her friend Fitz when working for Gortash, who also worked for him at the time. Gortash lied to everyone around her about what happened to her (saying that she moved away suddenly.)
She does note up on meeting Gortash's parents and finding out they sold him to a warlock that he's repeated the same cycle on her.***
Fun fact: "Carlach/Caerlach" in the IRL is a relatively rare Scottish surname likely derived from MacThearlaich ("son of Charles" - typical naming convention dating back to pre- Norman conquest Brittan). Karlach is a very rare spelling of the name and probably was further anglicization on immigration to America (showing up in the 1920s.) As Karlach's mother has the same name as her, spelled differently - one could infer that perhaps her family passed it down in a way that felt more "Bauldrian" to them or was in some way easier to spell.
*Because I've seen this wrong elsewhere - it's not the material plane that's making her untouchable, it's the engine itself. Her engine stops actively hurting her when Raphael teleports you to the House of Hope in Act I - but she's still not touchable without fixing based on this dialogue.
**I've also seen this wrong - Karlach was never an orphaned street urchin and I don't know where people get this impression. Gortash did not "take her in" or mentor her, he was very clearly her boss, albeit one she was friends with and looked up to.
***She does not mean this as a literal one for one, of course, just that someone she trusted sold her to an infernal for his own gain.
#bg3#baulders gate 3#Karlach#please... please engage with the source material#I've seen sone truly awful takes recently that just show... no knowledge of the actual game
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Danny in Metropolis, Ch 5 Part 2
masterpost shhhh migraine, hell week, worked like 14 hours yesterday. no editing please <3
Kon leaned against the open door frame between the hall and kitchen. He watched Lois peel an apple with practiced ease; Jon hated apple skin. Kon had no idea where Jon got that from, considering Clark would eat most things and Lois was snacking on the peel as she worked.
âNeed anything, honey?â Lois asked without taking her eyes off the apple and the sharp knife in her hand.
The nickname always made Kon feel equally warmed and uncomfortable. Honeyâsomeone Lois cared about. She had cared since about fifteen minutes after sheâd met him. The first fifteen sheâd spent chewing Clark out.
Kon cleared his throat. âYeah. I actually wanted to ask you for some advice, if youâve got a moment.â
âWelcome to my parlor, pull up a chair,â Lois said with a grin. âWant an apple slice?â
âSure.â Kon took the offered slice and went to lean against an open spot of counter. He took the excuse of eating the snack to try and gather his thoughts. âSo, um, what sort of activity is good for a first date with someone you already know?â
Lois almost fumbled both the apple and the knife with how quickly she spun to look at him. âNo! Really? Who made the move first, you or Danny?â
Kon crossed his arms. âThat obvious?â
âHoney, you forget I fell for a Midwestern dork myself, I know what that looks like,â Lois said as she motioned with the knife. âBesides, you were cuddling with him. You only let your group cuddle with you and even then you shove them off half the time.â
Kon opened is mouth to protest, but couldnât actually find any words to defend himself with so he just frowned.
âWell?â Lois asked with a teasing smile. âWho made the move?â
âMe,â Kon grumbled. âA little one, but then Danny made me talk about it, and I maybe kissed him.â
âLook at you go! Proud of you, kid,â Lois said.
Which was a surprise.
ââŚyeah?â
âYeah. Like I said, it was clear that you were sweet on him. Itâs too easy to do nothing about a crush. Iâm proud that you did something about it,â Lois said. It sounded true.
âI⌠thanks,â Kon said. He rubbed at his cheek. âBut I donât know what to do for a date. Dates werenât exactly something that Lex had downloaded into my brain like math.â
âI wouldnât trust anything that Lex thought about dates anyways,â Lois said dryly.
Kon thought abut that for a moment. âYeah, okay, true. But that still doesnât help.â
âWeâre getting there!â Lois said and tossed another piece of apple at him.
He caught it and munched on it as a way to stay quiet.
âA movie date is still a classic,â she said. âBut if Danny is feeling better, thereâs always bowling or roller skating. Thereâs this grate placeâI did a story on the women there onceâthatâs a roller derby rink but when there arenât matches, itâs just a place to skate. They use the funds to help pay for the team, but itâs also set up to be a safe place for queer teens and young adults to hang out at. That might be something fun.â
Kon thought about it. ââŚthat could be fun, yeah. Do you remember the name of it?â
Lois shook her head as she piled all the apple splices onto a plate with some cheese slices. âNot off the top of my head, but I can pull it up at work tomorrow and text you to it, okay?â
âYeah, thatâs great,â Kon said and stole a slice of cheese. âWe wouldnât do anything before Friday anyways, bit chem test coming up.â
âUgh, chem, please tell me you donât need any help with that one.â
âNope, that I did get downloaded into my brain,â Kon said with a grin.
âWell, about time Lex did something useful,â Lois joked as she headed off to find Jon with the snack plate. âOther than making you I mean, honey!â
Kon ducked his head an rubbed at his cheek. Under his breath he mumbled, ââŚthanks, Mom.â
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Fade to Love II
Fade to Love
Summary: You and Bucky go way back. Way back to when you acted together 20 years ago. You had a crush on him then, but you were too young. Tragedy and artistic passion made you best friends. Will your history make you lovers?
Word count: 4.3 K
Pairing: Actor!Director!Producer! Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: I've been dreaming about this ever since I got my #BuckyBarnesBirthdayBingo by @avengers-assemble-bingo. This fulfills the square: Best Friends to Lovers. As always, I crave feedback, so please let me know how you feel in asks, comments, reblogs and likes. TIA! â¤ď¸
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Best friends to lovers. All of the reckless behaviors that come with growing up in Hollywood, teenage crush, small age gap, young love, tragic loss, idiots in love, cigarette smoking, mutual pining. Then comes the smut. :)
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This was deja vu all over again.
The paparazzi swarmed the studio as you and Bucky arrived for your meeting at the studio. After all, you'd spent your teen years under the cameraâs glare, a co-star in an ensemble drama series, Idolâs Ridge, that captured the hearts of millions 20 years before.Â
During those five years portraying Sophie Randall, youâd met the people whoâd become your best and enduring friends. Sam Wilson, who played your older brother, Peter Randall, Carol Danvers, who played your best friend, Morgan Blair, and James âBuckyâ Barnes who played Samâs Best friend and Morganâs older brother, Jack Blair.Â
There were several other actors from the show with whom youâd remained cordial and friendly, but this was your core group.Â
But today? Today was different. Today, you were meeting in a creative capacity, not just as an actress. You were going to control the narrative.Â
The past twenty years had been a whirlwind. A marriage, scandal, and a career that had taken unexpected turns. You'd left the acting world long ago, but here you were again, standing next to Bucky Barnes, one of your best friends. Someone whoâd been through it all with you.
Bucky, with his model handsome looks, dark hair and true blue eyes, was more than just a pretty face. His career had been varied, lucrative, and meaningful.
He was now reaching phenomenal heights. And he was the one the tabloids still associated you with, before, during, and after your marriage, even after all these years.Â
The shipping of the characters was inappropriate at the beginning, but toward the end of the run when you were an adult, Idolâs Ridge fans were calling for Jack to notice Sophie, and wanted you and Bucky together, even though you never dated.
It was others pushing that narrative, always trying to create drama where there was none, not you two.Â
You and Bucky were just friends.
But if you were being honest, that âwhat ifâ had been curling around your mind since you were a kid with a crush on a co-star who was too old for you. 20 to your 15 when you first started the show, Bucky didnât spare you a second glance in a romantic capacity, but he took you under his wing and protected you, calling you his âLittle Star.âÂ
He decided that nothing was going to ruin your innocence, lecturing you all the time about the pitfalls of fame at a young age, even as he was reveling in those pits. If he knew you wanted him to ruin you, he didnât let on.
Buckyâs decency did nothing to sway your heart away from him. In fact, it only made him more appealing. You always had a soft spot for Bucky Barnes.
If Bucky noticed you growing up and becoming a woman, he didnât let you know. You were always his little sidekick, not quite a sister, but definitely not a romantic interest.
Perhaps it was because his best friend, another rising star in tv and film, did.Â
Steve met you briefly when he was filming in LA and hanging with Bucky. They were roommates in New York and best friends, having known each other as child actors from Brooklyn.
After he met you when he was 24 and you were 19, Steve talked about you all the time to his best friend and begged Bucky to give you his number.Â
Bucky refused, citing the fact that you were not ready for the likes of Steve Rogers, the golden boy heartthrob actor who partied harder than he did. Yes, that was the reason.
On the night of your 21st birthday after Idolâs Ridge was over, you had a get together in Manhattan, because you were filming a movie in New York City. You invited Bucky who was now based out of Brooklyn, and Steve was not going to miss this opportunity to get next to you.
That night, 25 year old Steve Rogers bought you a drink, and the next morning, Bucky heard you two in the room next door, cursing his, and Steveâs, timing. The rest was tabloid history: the whirlwind romance, the young, impetuous marriage, the substances, the breakout films, the nominations, the miscarriage, the rumors, the tragedy.Â
You were a widow at the age of 26, the caretaker of the legacy of one of the most talented young actors of your generation. Gone too soon.
Bucky was there for you, and you for him, feeling the loss as no one else could. When you were ready to get on with life, you and Bucky created Valkyrie Production Company as a tribute to Steve.
While you slowed your acting career way down before 30 years old, only taking on about one indie film project a year, Buckyâs career had taken off.Â
Heâd transitioned from actor to actor/director, and of course, actor/director/producer. You watched him get engaged to Natasha Romanov, one of the older Idolâs Ridge alums, break up, and then date a string of actresses and models, but nothing ever stuck.
You didnât understand. He could be a bit intense, but Bucky was such a good guy. He deserved happiness. Now, he was a 40 year old single successful actor slash slash with no family to speak of but you.
âReady to roll?âÂ
Buckyâs voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
You blinked, taking a step back into the moment. You smoothed your pencil skirt down your hips, which were wider now than they were 20 years earlier. You wondered what production would think of you at 35, no surgical augmentation, just naturally you in a sea of plastic.
Bucky was the same way, his dark hair and beard peppered with gray and crows feet framing his striking eyes. But on him they were âsexy.â
Women were held to a different standard.
You missed Bucky appreciating your curves and your looks as you bit your lip and looked up at him with those big eyes.
Buckyâs heart clenched when you smiled at him. So fucking beautiful.
âYeah. Letâs make magic, â you murmured.
Bucky was a goner.Â
He loved your voice since you developed the lower register of your tone. It was one thing that the critics and fans raved over in anything you did.
He chuckled at how youâd trashed his trailer when heâd tried to hide your cigarettes from you that one time. It was all for naught, since you quit 18 months after you started.Â
He didnât know that youâd just done it to hang out with him outside the soundstage door, stealing time. But it had permanently changed your voice into something that cemented your icon status in the present day, despite your limited career.
Bucky grinned that boyish grin, the same one heâd flashed a thousand times when you were on set together all those years ago. It made your heart do that little flip it always did, despite everything.
You had a meeting with the studio execs to discuss the next project, a reboot of the very series you'd starred in all those years ago, Idolâs Ridge.
It was too perfect, too full of nostalgia. But it also felt strange.
You glanced over at Bucky as he started talking to the execs. He was charismatic, confident, everything he had always been. But there was something in the way he kept glancing at you. His eyes were more intense, more aware of your every movement.Â
It was unsettling, especially the premise he pitched.Â
You finished up with the execs and stepped outside the back entrance for a quick break and Bucky lit up a cigarette, something you hadnât seen him do in years.Â
âYouâre quiet today,â he said, leaning against the wall. You inwardly railed at him smoking again, but he was grown. You watched the smoke curl around him through narrowed eyes. Then you grabbed the cigarette from his fingers and took a drag.
âDonât do that, StarâŚâ
You raised an eyebrow at him and then inhaled, Bucky watching you closely. Too closely, you might have thought if you noticed the way he watched your mouth after you removed the cigarette.
Bucky put the cancer stick in his own mouth and closed his eyes as he took his own drag, tongue chasing the filter as he removed it to exhale. He peered at you through the smoke, licked his lips and then dropped the half smoked bone on the ground, extinguishing it with the sole of his brown Ferragamo.
âWe quit.â
You laughed and leaned on the stucco wall with your hand, staring up at him while he smiled down at you. This was your thing, this unspoken language that was understood but not explicit.
You worked together, but it was always more than that.Â
You were waiting for him to speak, but Bucky could always wait you out.
âJames.â
You punched him on the arm. Hard.Â
âOw!â
He laughed and rubbed his arm as he looked down at his shoes, smiling.
âYou can do it, Star. I believe in you.â
You rolled your eyes at the old nickname. He always told you that you were the brightest little star on the set.Â
âBut BuckyâŚâ
You thought you lost it when Steve disappeared. But you couldnât lose that feeling, so you took small roles, just to have permission to be someone else for a time.
Your films were critically acclaimed, but your confidence was shot.
âYou can do it.â
You appraised Bucky. Something had shifted. Maybe it was the project, or maybe it was something more. Bucky looked right back at you, his expression softening.Â
âAre you in or are you out, Star?â
âIâm in,â you said, your voice steady and sure.
He tilted his head, studying you.Â
âGood. Because I need you.â
âYouâve always needed me,â you said, half-joking, half serious.
Bucky chuckled.Â
âYeah, well, this time itâs different.â
You could feel your heart pounding. He was looking at you like heâd never looked at you before. Like he was really seeing you. But you were reading too much into things again.
You took a deep breath.
âYou know, Iâve always trusted you, right? With everything. Youâre the only person Iâve never felt like I had to pretend with.â
You took his hand and Bucky looked down at you tangling your fingers with his.Â
He should tell you.Â
âI know, Buck. Youâre my best friend.â
There it was. The friend zone. Bucky sighed, but held on to your hand.
âAlthough we didnât talk about that one plot point.â
You released his hand and crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up in your sweater. Not that Bucky noticed that sort of thing.
Bucky looked at you, one eye closed, squinting from the LA sunlight. Or was it because you were so gorgeous?Â
To you, his glance felt loaded, like there was something you couldnât ignore anymore. But of course you tried.
âWhich one?â
You smiled at his evasion.
âYou know. The one where our characters are married now?â
Bucky smirked.
âWe discussed this being centered around the children of the cast from 20 years ago.â
You huffed, frustrated.
âYes, Bucky, but our characters were never a thing.â
He stood up and walked two steps toward you, into your space.
âNot true. Sophie always had a crush on Jack, but he blew you off. Itâs 20 years later, heâs grown up and finally appreciates the beautiful woman who was always right there in front of him.â
You looked up into his clear blue gaze and had a scorching comeback for him.
âOh.â
He reached for your face, palm resting on your cheek, thumb brushing at the side of your nose.
âHold upâŚâÂ
Bucky moved even closer and brought his face close to yours, warm menthol breath hovering over your own. He pulled his hand back and looked at it, showing it to you briefly. You didnât see anything.
âEyelash.â
He opened the door and held it for you as you tried to get your soul back into your body.
âBreak time is over.â
â--
The next hours were a blur.
The production meeting went long as you brainstormed for the reboot, and you and Bucky worked seamlessly together, bouncing ideas off each other and firing on all cylinders. The dynamic was amazing and reignited your old crush.
You went to Buckyâs LA home after the meeting, excited at the preliminary greenlight for the project. You both decided to work on an outline that weekend to deliver to the studio Monday morning.
Youâd gone home to pack a bag and get your essentials, as Bucky said you could bunk in one of his guest rooms.Â
It would be like a sleepover with one of your girlfriends, sweet, innocent and fun.
But after eating takeout tacos from Leoâs, you got to work in Buckyâs home office, and the vibe was thriving, but different. Every time your hands brushed as you passed papers or exchanged a glance, it was electric.
The air arced between you, but you couldn't tell if it was just you, or if Bucky felt it too.Â
As you sat looking at the whiteboard with the preliminary outline of the pilot episode, Bucky leaned back in his chair and regarded it, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips.
âThis shit is fucking brilliant. Itâs going to be better than the original.âÂ
You looked at him, excitement coursing through you. You smiled at him and got up to walk behind his chair to lean on it and admire your ideas, as if you could see better what he meant from his perspective.
âI canât believe itâs really happening.âÂ
You leaned down and whispered in his ear, afraid to voice it too loud. Bucky swiveled around in his chair to look at you. You were still in your outfit from this morning, too excited when you pack to change into something more comfortable. You looked gorgeous.Â
He stood up and grabbed your hands in his.
âBetter believe it, Star, weâre going to do this thing big.â
You squeezed his hands back and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. Buckyâs hands were on your arms now and he was drawing you closer.
âCouldnât do this without you, Star. I love⌠working with you.â
Your stomach flipped as he murmured at you. You inhaled the spice of his cologne and savored his touch while listening to his voice.
But your stomach dropped when you heard the âLâ word and you didnât know what happened; just like Sophie and Jack all those years ago, you didnât know what came over you when you pressed your lips to Buckyâs.
You had every intention of ending the contact before it began, but Buckyâs hands were now in your hair and tugged you close. He turned and lifted you onto his desk, stepping between your thighs, pressing them wide enough so that your skirt fought the movement.
It only made everything hotter.Â
Bucky used his hold on your hair to tilt your head so he could kiss down your neck. You arched your back, needing his mouth all over you, needing him to rip you out of the clothes that had the nerve to create a barrier between you.Â
For some unknown reason to your cunt, words emerged from your lips,
âWe shouldnât.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
He pushed your cardigan off your shoulders and nudged your tank top lower so that he could mouth at your cleavage. Your panties flooded with wetness.Â
âWeâre both grown, Star.âÂ
The acknowledgement in Buckyâs rumbling voice sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. He skated his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher until you had to lift your hips to allow it to bunch around your waist. He fingered along the edges of your panties.Â
He looked down.
âBlack lace. Fuck.âÂ
He cursed low enough that you had to strain to hear him. He licked his lips, his saliva making them look so delicious.Â
âCan I touch you, Starlight?â
You shivered at the nickname and nodded, breath caught in your throat.
âNeed your words, Baby. Need that beautiful voice.â
âYes, Bucky. Please touch meâŚâ
Buckyâs fingertips traced your clit through the fabric.Â
âFuck, Iâve wanted you.âÂ
âMe too,â you whispered, and he met your gaze, which threatened to stop his heart.Â
His blue eyes were fire, bright enough to make your whole world glow. If you let him, heâd sweep you away and ensure you enjoyed every second. You wanted it. To be swept away by him.Â
Bucky started the torturous slide of his thumb over your clit. You threw your head back and whined, caught up in a nirvana youâd only dreamt about.
âBucky! DontâŚâ
He stopped what he was doing, stilling his hand over your cunt.
âDonât?âÂ
His voice was broken, and pleading. You used your free hand to cover his where he cupped your pussy.Â
â...Donât stop BuckyâŚ.âÂ
Still he didnât move, searching your face for answers you didnât have. You drew in a shuddering breath. Buckyâs slow smile sent your stomach into a dizzying flip.Â
âNaughty girl. You want to use me for your pleasure. Your own personal sex toy.âÂ
You dragged your gaze over him, from his dark hair, to those wicked blue eyes, to his sinful mouth, down to the pants clearly sporting a huge hard-on. You grew bold in the knowledge that heâd started this.Â
Bucky Barnes wanted you, too.
âI have a sex toy. In fact, I have several. None of them look a thing like you.âÂ
His laughter rolled through you.Â
âI guess I have work to do. Need to retire some sex toys. Check.âÂ
âYouâll have to work real hard. Iâm kind of attached to them, especially Arthur. Havenât had real cock in 2 years.â
Bucky arched his eyebrow and hooked his fingers through your panties and dragged them down your legs, stepping back so you could kick them off.Â
âIâm disturbed that you named your vibrator.â
âDildo,â you corrected.
He chuckled and shook his head.
âBut Iâm up for the challenge of making you scream my nameâŚâ
Bucky went to his knees between your spread thighs, looking at your pussy so intensely you could feel it like his touch.Â
âAnd I wonât tell you that Iâve jacked myself to the thought of you countless times over the years.âÂ
âBuckyâŚâ
He pressed a painfully gentle kiss to each thigh and then his breath ghosted over your clit.Â
âI sure as hell wonât tell you that when I fucked my hand, and imagined being inside you, that I came so fucking hard, Star, just from thinking about being buried in you to the hilt.â
You tried to focus past the pleasure of his mouth, his big hands holding your thighs wide as he devoured you. But his words had you floating.
âI⌠You fantasized about me?âÂ
Bucky licked up your slit and then kissed it, looking up in your eyes before he answered you.
âHmmm. Yes. I did.âÂ
He sucked on your clit hard enough to make your back bow.Â
âEating you out...âÂ
Another long lick and a smile that he was accomplishing that very thing.Â
âYou on your knees for me...âÂ
The image in your mind of looking up at Bucky made you clench down and Bucky smiled at your pitiful pussy.
â...Bending you over something, like this desk, and fucking you hardâŚâ
You whimpered, your pleasure building as much from the fantasy as from Buckyâs mouth.Â
â... Maybe taking that assâŚâ
He rolled his tongue over your clit, working you in just the way you needed.Â
â....cuming inside you, or all over your back. Iâll let you choose.â
âOh! Bucky!â
You were practically screaming as you tried to slow your pleasure, to make it last, but Bucky drove you to the brink and you couldnât resist him. You came with a cry that filled the room around you.
Bucky didnât give you a chance to recover, though. He stood and stepped back between your thighs to take your mouth. You tasted yourself on his tongue and it made your toes curl.Â
You wrapped your legs around his waist and he lifted you off the desk easily and walked you down the hallway, still kissing you, never missing a step.Â
âYouâve done this before,â you murmured.Â
âNot like this. Never this.âÂ
He kept you pinned to him with one arm around the small of your back and used his other hand to pull your tank top off. You ran your hands down his muscled chest. He really was too beautiful. It almost hurt to look at him and touching him only magnified the sensation.Â
He spun and pinned you between his body and the wall next to the door, thrusting against you. The seam of his pants pressed against your clit and you cried out.Â
âMore.âÂ
Bucky dragged his mouth up your neck and set his teeth against your earlobe and that set you on fire.
âYouâre so needy, Star. I get it, I really do. Been wanting to show you how I feel for 14 yearsâŚâÂ
You gasped and Buckyâs teeth scraped against your lip, making your nipples tighten in response. He let you down and stepped back, running his hand through his hair.
âStrip.â
There wasnât much left to take off, but you obeyed and his grin made your heart stutter.Â
âOn the bed.âÂ
You crawled on the mattress and reclined among the pillows. You were rewarded by Bucky stripping out of shirt, and his pants and underwear in one go, shoving the material down his strong thighs and kicking free of them, leaving him naked.Â
The sight of his large cock straining against his stomach had you biting your bottom lip.
You knew what came next.
You craved it. And you forgot all about Arthur. You reached for him.Â
âDonât make me wait any more, Bucky.âÂ
He pulled a string of condoms from the nightstand and tossed them on the bed next to you. You counted six and raised your eyebrows. Bucky gave you an unrepentant grin.
âOne condition.âÂ
âDamn it, Bucky.âÂ
Of course there were conditions.Â
âStay in my bed tonight. Another fantasy of mine.âÂ
You melted. Why not? It was finally time to have what you wanted. And you wanted Bucky.
You met those intoxicating blue eyes and nodded.Â
âYes.âÂ
âThank fuck.âÂ
He was on you in seconds, shoving your legs wide and he ground the base of his cock against your clit. He tangled his fingers in your hair and took your mouth like you were the sweetest fruit and heâd never get enough.Â
You reached blindly over and grabbed a condom. You tore the wrapper with your teeth and you rolled it over his cock. He allowed it, shifting back to give you the room to work.
Your body cried for him; you needed him inside you and you needed it at that moment. You lay back and guided him into you and he thrust in slowly, inch by inch, until he had sheathed himself completely.Â
Oh god. The stretch. Bucky broke free of your mouth and pressed his forehead against yours, your breath mingling between you.Â
Each of your exhales came out as, âOh god. Oh god. Oh god.âÂ
He gentled his touch, stroking your hair as if you were a wild animal he was taming.Â
âStay with me, Starlight. Iâve got you.âÂ
As if this was something that was forced upon you, rather than what you grabbed with greedy hands because you wanted it so badly.Â
You smiled, blissful. Fucked out, enjoying the feeling of Buckyâs cock pouding inside you. You needed more.
âPlease move, friend. Fuck me, Bucky.âÂ
You hitched your leg around his hip so you could take him deeper and leaned up until your lips brushed his ear.
âI need it hard.âÂ
Bucky squeezed his eyes together and bit his lip as the pounding of his cock increased. You both thought he would cum right then.
ââM not your fucking friendâŚâ
He pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up even as he impaled you again.Â
âYou want me to fuck you hard?âÂ
âYes!â you moaned.Â
âKnees wider, Starlight. Letâs go.â
Bucky slapped your ass and then grabbed a handful of your thick hair, tugging at just the right amount of pain to go with the pleasure.
The first stroke was slow.
âFuck, youâre gripping me like a fucking vice. Almost had me cumming a few minutes ago.â
You could tell that Buckyâs teeth were gritted when he spoke. He had to brace against the urge to rut into you like a wild animal, but his pace and intensity increased.Â
For long, mind-blowing minutes, he thrust into you, paying attention to your sounds and movements to know that he was hitting that spot inside you. You meet him thrust for thrust as Bucky began to fuck you like his life depended on it.
He made the mistake of looking down at how your ass took the shock waves of his back shots and the evidence of your arousal left on his cock as he pistoned inside you and he cursed.
âFucckkkkk! You should see the beautiful cream youâre leaving on my cock, Star. So fucking hot.â
The way you moaned set him on the road to orgasm and again and he reached for your clit, rubbing his thumb over it. Almost as soon as he did, you screamed his name and shattered beneath him. Bucky followed you headlong over that cliff and collapsed beside you, dizzy.
He looked over to see you already falling asleep, exhausted. He kissed your temple and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, coming back with a washcloth for you.
When he was done cleaning you up, he gathered your boneless body in his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead as you curled into him, your head on his chest and leg thrown over his.Â
It was like you didnât want to let him go.
âI know the feeling, Star,â Bucky whispered as he closed his eyes.
A feeling settling in his chest that heâd almost, but not quite, ever felt before.
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old rogers. young!bucky barnes x older!fem reader.



synopsis: bucky had a crush on you since he was fourteen years old, and now, at twenty-four years old, finally gets a chance to make a move.
cw: riding, unprotected piv mommy kink, a little bit of nudity, masturbation, silly teen crush, Freud mentioned but really bad explanation, flirting, sub!top reader, dom!bottom bucky, age gap, secret relationship, crempie, Bucky cums a lot.
a ten nsfw chapter series masterlist.
Bucky and Steve had been friends since high school, and the connection they had was evident. Bucky adored Steve, he was truly his best friend, he wouldn't change him for anything, he wouldn't ever want to push him away.
But going to the beach with Steve's family was always so freaking hard. His mom and dad were the sweetest, his little brother was so fun too. The problem was you.
You were already in college when Steve introduced Bucky to the family. He was fourteen while you were already twenty, and of course you realized how enamored he was with you. He loved your laugh and your eyes, he could've stared at your face for hours, but he couldn't, you were his best friend's older sister and you even had a boyfriend at the time, and clearly, he wasn't old enough. And also, you hadn't even interacted with him a lot, since you were always studying or in college.
But that year, it was the first beach vacation you shared with your family and Bucky. He was already twenty-four, and you were thirty, two adults, right? But still, you were off range, you were his best friend's older sister.
But still, he couldn't help but stare. You were tanning with a towel and an umbrella, you had undone the knot of your bikini and you were laying on your tummy to tan your back smoothy.
He was almost drooling with his milkshake in hand, he felt like a hormonal teen. He thought this was over, that it was just a stupid crush with the first mature, hot girl he saw when he was fourteen, since he went to a only boys school. But it seemed that it wasn't, because he felt like the first time he laid eyes on you.
"Jamie." You called, lifting your sunglasses, and smiling gently at him.
"Y-yeah?" He swallowed hard.
"Can I have a sip?" You rolled over your back, your bikini top still untied. The top was covering almost all of your breasts. Almost. The curve of your tits was completely on sight.
"Sure..." I said with an enamored sigh, drooling at the sight of your tanned skin.
He approached, sitting next to you and handing you the milkshake. You grabbed the straw in your lips without using your hands, sipping from it as you looked at him in his eyes. Once you swallowed the white beverage, you smiled at him. "Thanks."
He nodded quickly, casually standing back up and running to the bathroom. Once inside, he covered his mouth with his free hand while the other was in charge of stroking his cock tightly. He focused on imagining it was your mouth, or your cunt, whatever you would let him use.
(...)
The second day was even worse, you had another bikini now, a red wine one. The color suited you beautifully, your skin glowing in the sun while you read a book.
He took a breath, preparing himself to approach now.
He, nervously, approached and sat next to you. "H-hey." He swallowed hard.
You turned to him and smiled instantly, he felt his heart flutter, and his cock throb. You removed your glasses and closed your book, the attention was making him even more nervous.
"Hi, Jamie." You smiled, you were the only one who called him that, you did it since you met him and he had fantazised for nights with you moaning that stupid nickname.
"What were you reading?" He tried to make conversation.
"My good friend, Sigmund Freud." You chuckled, showing him the book. "Some psychology thing I remembered I read in college. But let's not talk about me, how are you doing now? Gonna enlist?" You asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm enlisting." He said, smiling stupidly.
"Isn't it kinda scary? I mean, I freak out with just the idea of going."
"Well, it is scary, but it's scarier to think of my loved ones being in danger, you know."
You smiled lovingly, your eyes shining. If he were a dog, he would have started wagging his tail with just that sight.
"You are really brave, Jamie, I like that." You smiled.
He felt his heart skip a bit, his stomach flipping with exciment, he was about to fucking vomit a bouquet of flowers and give itâ
That was it. Flowers. He needed to get you flowers, that was it.
He blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck. "Ah, it's nothing, it's just how I feel, I guess."
"I always knew you were kind-hearted."
He felt like you were flirting. Were you flirting with him? He had flirted with women before, but he had totally forgotten how to answer to any compliment. His brain was blank.
"You were always sweet with me, I wouldn't treat you any different." He smiled back, resting on his forearm.
You bit your lip as you smiled, clearly flustered at his comment.
Yes, Barnes, fucking yes. Smart mother fucker. (More like sister fucker.)
"Well, you were worthy of my kindness I guess, you always treated Steve really good, I knew I could trust you that." You shifted a bit to face him better.
"Trust me what?" He furrowed his brows slightly.
"I knew you would take good care of someone you appreciated." You smirked a bit. "So I knew I could trust you my baby bro." You giggled a bit.
He blushed heavily, but tried to act non chalantly.
This is the moment, Bucky, think, think, you gotta give a more explicit sign, come on. Use that stupid head of yours. He thought.
He pretended to think once he had the most risky comment in the tip of his mouth. "You think... I could take good care of you?" He finally looked at you in the eye, his icy blue eyes piercing yours.
You blushed more, your lips parting because of the surprise.
Before you could answer, your younger brother shoot both of you with a water gun.
"Greg! You little shit, I'm gonna kill you!" You said as you grabbed your soaked book.
Greg just laughed and ran away.
"Mom! Greg ruined my book!" You complained, cursing under your breath.
Then, you put a hand on Bucky's right shoulder. Your hand was warm, but the water made it cool down a bit. Still, your touch, even if it was a few seconds, was soft and delicate. His breath hitched as he looked up at you.
"I'll be right back." You said, before going with your parents.
When you came back, Bucky wasn't there. You were confused, but assumed he got bored waiting since you took really long.
Bucky was for his third orgasm already and his cock wouldn't stop getting hard at the memory of the whole interaction.
(...)
The third day, you weren't at the beach at all. Bucky looked around like a lost puppy, trying to get a glance of you, but nothing.
"Hey, your sister didn't come." He said casually to Steve.
"Ah, yeah, she told me to let you know she would stay in her bedroom. I think it's because you were having a chat before Greg got annoying, right?" Steve answered.
Was that it? Could that be the sign he was waiting for?
"Yeah. Yeah, sure." He said, casually, trying to ignore the throb of his cock.
Bucky didn't even bother to put a shirt on, he almost jumped all the way to your hotel room. He knocked on the door eagerly, and a few seconds later, you opened the door.
You were in a pair of grey shorts, a wide t-shirt, clearly no bra on, your hair wet and dump, you had just jumped out of the shower, and that just made him more excited.
"I was wondering when you were gonna show up." You smiled, letting him come in.
"Steve told me you wanted to keep chatting with me." He smiled as he sat on your bed. He smiled back, he had more confidence, he could sense that you wanted him back, and he was just getting more and more excited.
"Stupid Greg made me not want to go out today, I loved that book." You huffed before you sat next to him. "But I felt we had a chat pending." You sat sideways, holding your body in your right hand as you looked at him
"Do we?" He smiled a bit, but internally, he was shivering.
"You know I'm a bit too old, right?" You started. He nodded quickly. "And you know I'm your best friend's sister." He nodded again. "Alright."
You sat straight and pushed him to make him lay on his back. Bucky's pupils went wide when you began to crawl on top of him. "So, when Steve asks, we were reading about Freud, right?"
He nodded eagerly, his lips parted as he sighed, your hands ran up his bare torso.
"You got huge this time, you lift a lot?" You asked, squeezing his muscles with a smile.
He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Yeah, a-about a hundred and fourty pounds."
"Hundred and fourty pounds?" You said impressed. "You could lift any girl you want." You teased with a smile. You leaned down, your lips pressed against his sun-kissed collarbone.
"Y-yeah..."
"Could you lift me?" You asked in whispers as your kisses began to climb their way to his throat.
"I..." He sighed of pleasure. "I would love to."
You giggled, the sound making Bucky shiver. His shaking hands moved to grab your clothed waist.
"Steve can't know about this, okay?" You said, your eyes in his, your hands cupping his cheeks.
He nodded obediently and quickly, he sank his fingertips a bit harder into your waist, while his eyes darted between your soft plump lips and your eyes.
"Gonna be good f'r me?" You ran your fingers through his hair.
"Yes, yes, I'llâ I'll do anything for you." He muttered. You smiled, and he noticed how much he loved the way your eyes crinkled. He leaned a bit, and he forced himself to not moan when his lips brushed against yours.
Your hand held the back of his neck and you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. That was it? Right? Justâ just a kiss? He thought.
(...)
"Oh, fuck!" You moaned out loud while your hips snapped into his.
His eyes were wide as he had his face buried in the crook of your neck. Moaning, drooling, babbling, he was totally overwhelmed, trying so hard not to come too quick like he already did. Three times.
He felt lime a virgin teen, when he was an adult man and definetly not a virgin.
You were riding him so skillingly, you knew some much, he felt just dumb, he gave in the second you had pushed him in that bed. His hands were gripping your back while his legs shook of overstimulation. You were whining and moaning in his ear as you scratched down his back, using him like the perfect sex toy he was.
"Gimme another one." You mumbled in his ear, making him sob a moan again. "C'mon, I'm so close, make me cum, baby."
He pulled away a second, his hands running through your sides as he got drunk in the sight of you. Your soft tanned tummy, your pretty arms, your pink cunt sucking his cock, and your beautiful, bouncing tits.
He sank his face there, sucking them, biting them, while his hands gripped your middle back.
"You like my tits? Wanna get nursed like a baby?" You teased a bit, between moans.
He looked up at you, glassy blue eyes into yours, he squeezed your body, his cock throb and all for the thought of you taking good care of him. For the thought of being your baby.
You saw his eyes full of hunger and desire and kissed him gently, pulling his hair delicately, you started to ride him slower.
"C'mon..." You said softly. "Take what you want."
He didn't have to think twice, he grabbed your left nipple in his mouth, and sucked like he could get milk from it. Your hand ran through his hair, stroking him, petting him.
"That's a good boy, making mommy feel good."
Something snapped at him, like a rubber band. He moaned, and whined like a hurt dog as he sucked and sucked. He planted his feet on the mattress, and he began to thrust upwards, his tip directly hitting your cervix.
He heard you gasped and moan out loud, your nails sank on his shoulders as you tried to find support.
"Mommy, mommy..." He moaned feraly in your ear. "So good, so good, tell me I'm good, mommy..." He begged in sobs.
Your nails were almost piercing his skin. "S-so good, baby, so f-f-freaking great for mommy."
He moaned with just your words, keeping his pace. "Gonna fill you up so good, lemme fill you up, lemme make you a mommy."
His primal needs made his eyes go blurry, he was so desperate to cum, he needed to fill you nice and good, knock you up, having your round and fat with him.
"Baby, you know you can't..." You said breathless.
"Please, please, please, please..." He begged, his sobs filled the room with the slapping sound of his balls against your skin. "I can't pull out, I can'tâ I can't, please, let me fill you..." He almost cried in your shoulder.
How could you say no to him? How could you deny him anything if he spoke in that tone?
"C'mon, baby, fill momma up." You mumbled in his ear and he moaned at the permission.
"Thank you, oh, mommy, thank you..." He cried as his thrusts began to get sloppier and sloppier.
You pulled his hair and clenched around his shaft. You moaned loudly, and your back arched in his embrace when your climax almost made you tear up.
With that, the gave a final thrust and came inside, his cum filling and spilling all over your bed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stop, I just can'tâ" he sobbed, holding your body against him as he kept coming. He never came this much, but the orgasm he just had... you might have ruined him for the rest of women.
"Shh, it's okay, baby, don't worry about it. You did great." You kissed his face gently, making him purr at the soft aftermath.
(...)
"So, what did you guys do?" Steve asked, when all of his family, including you, were having dinner.
"Ah, she showed me a book he had, one Freud wrote." Bucky said casually.
"Wasn't that the one who fucked his mom?" Steve's dad said.
Bucky nearly chocked with his food.
"Dad! Don't be stupid! He didn't fuck his mom, he had his arguments about the unconscious desire of having sexual relationships with the opposite gender parent, like the myth of Oedipus." You explained. "It's a normal sexual wish that kids have when they are really young, and that feeling disappears once they grow, it's almost biological."
"Well, some dudes still have some of that, am I right?" Your dad chuckled.
"Dad, quit itâ"
"You know what I mean, Barnes." He elbowed Bucky, whose face was red as a tomato.
"Y-Yeah, sure."
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isn't that sweet, i guess so, aaron hotchner



summary: in which you reunite with your big sister's best friend, aaron hotchner for the first time since you graduated high school, and headed off to university. the last time you'd seen him you'd been a seventeen year old with a massive crush, now you were a special agent with doctorates and degrees. when the BAU is paired up with your unit during a case, you find that unit chief aaron is completely different from the aaron you'd looked up to growing up, but for good reason. one thing that never seemed to change though, is how he seems to know you better than anyone else, which is unlucky for you considering he's married with a baby on the way. pairing: aaron hotchner! x cia! female reader category: fluff x crack content warnings: none really? made up case details. mentions of bombings, murder, death, terrorism. there's an age gap of about 7 years between r! + hotch and this takes place in s1... idk it's just a bit of word vomit surrounding hotch finding a woman that's not haley attractive. no cheating though, cause it's literally fleeting, but reader is a bit smitten. author's note. i've got hotchner brain rot, and find myself with thousands of ideas that i never can bring myself to write. the girls that love him can be a bit... scary lol. they do not play about him, but whatever... he's on my mind so here we are.
it''s been so many months omg. i went to basic training and officially became an army girl! now i'm in italy now learning how to be a paralegal (which makes me even more equipped to write badass women with legal knowledge yum!) anyways... i'm sort of back, my schedule is packed, but i'm gonna get back into writing because i've missed it so terribly. xx
He hears you before he sees you. Your voice, despite the years that resided in between the last time he'd heard it hadn't changed much. It had gotten a bit deeper, a sign that you were no longer the bubbly teen he'd last seen you as, you were older, an adult now. Still, there's an undeniable giddiness that rested beneath your words that took him back to days when you were being chased off by your big sister for hanging around too much and "being way too obvious"
Obvious about what? Aaron had never quite figured it out, but he knows it's you nonetheless. You're standing in the middle of the Langley Headquarters, the Central Intelligence Agency office. The last Aaron had heard about you, you'd been on assignment in Qatar, but that was nearly eight months ago. Jobs that required FBI Agents and CIA Case Officers to overlap were usually gruesome, and despite how polite your tone was, he could still place a level of sternness.
"If we're dealing with some sort of cluster, the last thing we want to do is proceed haphazardly." you're speaking to a group of about ten counter-terrorism operatives, voice low so as not to disturb the other pods of agents working. "That said, over the last month there's been a bombing a week in the areas surrounding the capital." you're muttering just as the team is finally breaching the threshold of your particular pod. The building was bustling, flooded with bodies working on what Aaron was certain were different cases.
One of the agents, a man about your age seems to notice the new group, and clears his throat. You turn, eyebrow raising as you take him in. "I'm sorry?" you question as if the noise was some offensive remark made. The agent, whoever he is, seems to freeze up, eyes wide as he points forward in the general direction of the team. Aaron hears Elle's quiet little snort, and wonders how the two of you will manage to work alongside one another. Elle was - or better put, she could be quite volatile. And it seemed the way you'd spoken to your subordinate had already managed to put a sour taste in her mouth.
"I hope we're not interrupting." and you're finally turning, eyes fluttering directly to Gideon. You don't acknowledge anyone else on the team, only Gideon, head tipping to the side just slightly. Your lips push together, eyes then moving to the clock that rested on the desk nearest you.
"Not interrupting, but you're late, and we can't afford to wait around for the F.B.I. to finally give a damn." and your tone isn't snippy at all, but it's clear that you're passionate about your job, and this case. It makes sense that you're in the position that you're in. You turn back to your team, hands clasping together, "Everyone, these are the Bureau agents we were promised." you motion to them loosely. "You'll all be expected to work with them, not against them." you're back to pretending the profilers aren't there, he's not offended.
He can tell though that the others aren't sure how to take you. "This isn't the time for a balls match, and I don't care how long you've worked where." your eyes shoot across the entire group, resting sternly on the same man who's cleared his throat earlier. "They're here because they've mastered the art of getting into the mind of sons of bitches like these. In layman's terms we need them, and I expect you to give them the respect they deserve," it's then that you finally look back at them, eyes sweeping over the group.
Aaron sees it when surprise crosses your features, it happens when you finally lock eyes with him, but you hide it in an instant. "W-We can expect the exact same of them." everyone notices the sudden waver in your tone, but your face is so set they've got no time to unpack it. "I don't want to hear about any of you getting beside yourselves because you're too egotistical to accept a different opinion. Our goal is the same, so for now these are your comrades, and you'll treat them like you'd treat any cadet coming out of Peary."
You sound so official, and Aaron thinks that's partly due to the fact that you were one of the youngest in the room, which came with a certain level of scrutiny, which in turn meant you had no room to show any ounce of uncertainty. You couldn't give them any reason to believe they could undermine the authority you'd been granted. "We clear?" you ask, and you've regained some of that regality to your voice, and Aaron finds that leadership suits your character.
It's not until your team has offered their affirmatives and you've issued a handful of tasks that you finally turn back to the team. Your eyes sweep over the entirety of the line, deliberately passing over Aaron, and he wonders if that's deliberate. "Welcome to Langley." you start your introduction, "My supervisor said you guys would be here an hour ago." you admit, and you don't sound inherently snippy, but it's clear their perceived lack of punctuality was a bother.
"Our apologies, we came as soon as we were cleared." Jason is saying, and Aaron is certain all minds are running directly to Erin Strauss. She'd always had an affinity of making things way more difficult than they'd ever needed to be.
"That's alright, I'm just glad we've finally got your brains in the building." and you extend a hand, a polite (but still closed-off) smile residing on your face. "Jason Gideon, right?" you question, and he's accepting the gesture gingerly. "I'm Case Officer L/N, I'll be your point person while my supervisor is away." and you're looking at the clock again. "They should be landing within the hour, I'm sure he'll be looking forward to meeting you all." you proceed.
"This is Doctor Reid." and Gideon is addressing Spencer, who offers a small wave that you reciprocate. "This is our technical Analyst Garcia.." and he motions to her, the blonde beaming vibrantly at you. She's a walking ray of sunshine, a brightness that's needed in the profession. You offer your own sort of bright greeting, "And these are SSA's Greenaway, Morgan, Jareau..." and before Jason can move to introduce Aaron, you're offering the first real smile of the day.
"Hotchner." you complete Jason's greeting, smile deepening just slightly. "I'm actually quite familiar, we go way back." and Aaron feels every set of eyes to his left and right snapping right to him. He sees Derek's smug little smirk and JJ's perturbed eyebrow raise. He's not in the mood for questions though. "Follow me, we tore apart an office to make space for you guys." and you're walking, and the team is at a loss. Most of them seem to have no clue how to respond, but Derek does, he always does.
"We go way back?" he mimics cheekily and Aaron's eyes can't help but to roll. Elle and Jennifer are releasing similar snorts, clearly amused at the entire situation. Aaron doesn't know why they're so hellbent on trying to see something that wasn't there. It wasn't like you were some mysterious woman from his past. You were the kid sister of his childhood friend, basically a neighbor. Still, he couldn't deny that the feeling that stirred up alongside the familiarity was not lost on him.
"Let's just focus on the case." Gideon is muttering, and Aaron doesn't think he's ever appreciated the old man more.
It's barely a few moments before Aaron's being pulled from his head. The space that had been allotted to the team was nice enough, it would do for the time being. You watch them appraise the space, hands clasped in front of you like you were waiting for their reactions. "Thank you, it's perfect!" he breaches the first conversation between the both of you, and your eyes seem to light up, shoulders jumping at the not-quite praise. He notes then that you must not get a lot of 'good jobs' from your superiors.
"It's the least we could do, honestly." and you shrug slightly. "My boss won't like that I'm saying this, but we're really backed against a wall here." you lower your tone a bit. "If your team wasn't available, we'd be in a bind." you admit, and Aaron is familiar with the sentiment. His team did a lot of good work. "But, if I'm honest, I am kind of surprised to see you in the midst of the fray." you pivot, showing off all your pretty teeth as Aaron's lips quirk involuntarily.
You'd always been a vibrant person, the kind that could pull the sun out from behind storm clouds. That was something no amount of time could help him forget, and as you let your smile reach your eyes, the crinkle reminds him of a time before all the death, violence, and trauma he'd become accustomed to with the life he'd chosen for himself. "I'm hoping it's a bit of a happy surprise?" he says, because despite the circumstances, this was still you of all people.
"More than a bit." you reply instantly. "Honestly, the circumstances are God-awful, but it is nice to know that the 'little Aar Hotchner' that used to sit in our kitchen for breakfast, is the unit chief of an entire FBI unit." you say, and Aaron knows whether they want to be obvious or not, the team are eavesdropping, minds split between starting at their work, and hoping for a bit of insight into who their boss had once been. He'd deal with the fallout of that later.
"Little?" he says unconvinced, as you breathed out a small laugh.
"Okay, maybe not so little at all." you correct yourself teasingly. "I just- I can't believe that I'm actually seeing you again." and your head tips to the side like you're actually just coming to the realization.
"Yeah, you were a ghost for a bit there after your graduation." and it hits you like a ton of bricks. The last time you'd seen Aaron Hotchner it had been when he'd shown up to your high school graduation. Eighteen year old you, who'd been more than eager to leave Virginia behind and start your real life. That was almost ten full years ago.
"Yeah." you agree with a small nod. "Wow." and you exhale through your nose. "Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, I wish I could say I was surprised, but honestly you've always been the bossy type!" you tease before you can really stop yourself, and it catches you both off guard when Aaron actually laughs.
"I guess I could say the same thing about you. You know, I almost didn't recognize you coming in. Being in charge though... it suits you." and this causes you to brim with nervousness, a nervousness you hadn't felt since you were a kid. You knew you were good at your job, you'd fought hard to get it, and you would do anything to maintain it, but it didn't come with a lot of friends, or congratulations, or even just a small bit of encouragement. It was a thankless role.
Somehow Aaron saying something so minute was enough to set all your doubts and second guesses about yourself at ease. Something that he seemed to have never grown out of practice with.
"Thanks, Aar." you say quietly, and you look like you want to say more, but then your phone is buzzing in your pocket, and you're pulled back into a different headspace. The kind that had no time for laughter, for catching up, or anything outside of business. You check your phone, head pivoting to look at that big clock on the wall, and you sigh.
"Everything okay?"
"My boss is running late, won't be back until tomorrow. Which means this is now officially my case." you express, and Aaron understands your plight. The sudden pressure, the way you must have been nervous.
"That's what we're here for." he reminds you politely, treading lightly. "So you won't have to do this one by yourself." Aaron continues, as you blink away your awe. "And like I said, leadership suits you, you'll probably have the whole office in shape in no time." he offers you more encouragement, and you wonder how it could be possible to leave someone behind, and come back to them holding the same amount of space in your heart.
"Thank you." you let out a tired exhale. "I should go. I was expecting him to handle a few things, but now that it's on me... I have a lot more work to do." and you open and close your hand, flexing your fingers as you shuffle awkwardly. "I'm sorry-" you begin, and Aaron is waving you off, face pinching up in a way that was not quite like him.
"Don't. It'll give us time to think." and he's speaking for the team, who he knows don't need much to find a breakthrough.
"Right. It was-" and you look like you're not sure if you want to continue. "It was really good to see you again, Hotchner." and you stumble a bit as you take a small step towards him. "Just-" and you blink a few times. "Let me know if you need anything." you express, "Anything at all." and the emphasis isn't too lost on him as you beam up at him like you were remembering every last thing you ever recalled about him.
It takes you a second to note that the rest of the team is zoned in on the both of you, and you're immediately making your smile drop, taking a step back. "Uh-" you extend a hand, motioning to the entire group. "All of you." you offer, "If any of you need anything, my office is just up there!" and you point across hq to a large office surrounded with glass doors looking out into the bullpen. "Thank you again for your help." and you're looking at Hotch again, an almost sorrowful look on your face as you offer a smile before you take your leave.
Aaron finds it impossible to pull his eyes away from you, because you were so completely different from who he remembered. But some parts were still the same. He blinks away these thoughts, mostly because the loudest thought in his mind is of Haley and the baby they were expecting. But what were the odds that you of all people would be here. He catches the intense stare of Gideon, and both his eyebrows jump. Jason had a way of reading people like no one else.
He doesn't want to know what he found as he examined Hotch. So instead, Aaron beelines towards Morgan and Reid, hoping to hover long enough to get his head back in the game. If they notice the way his eyes would scan the office every so often, if only to catch a glimpse of you, they say nothing.
So he doesn't say anything either.
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Okay, let's discuss the odds of survival from every nde from the adult mains on the show.
103: Chim and the rebar through the skull: 10% chance of surviving a perforating head trauma. Decent odds, but the exact injury Chimney had 2 survivors registered in history, a worker in the US in 1848 who had major behavior changes and was never fully recovered, and a man in Brazil in 2012, who had a helmet on at the moment of impact, and he lost 11% of grey matter, he's still being studied as a medical miracle and while he did recover, he still has trouble with activities that require both sides of the brain to communicate. Chances of Chimney to be back at work in a month with no side effects are none.
104: Bobby and the plane: if you're underwater for less than 5 minutes, the odds of survival are 90%, bigger with immediate assistance, so good chances here.
105: Bobby and the building burning down: Smoke inhalation has a 27% mortality rate, lower with immediate treatment, good odds.
106: Buck and the bread: the odds of one dying from choking on food is around 1 in 2,461. The mortality rate of a tracheostomy done in an ICU with proper instruments and personnel is between 28 and 39%. I don't think Abby and kitchen knife qualify but let's say 39% chance that would've killed Buck.
109: Buck in the flooded elevator: Same odds as Bobby in the plane.
109: Buck and the swinging bowling ball: The mortality rate from blunt trauma to the chest is between 4% and 60%, which is a very odd stat, but the 60% part is when it affects the heart muscle, since Buck was in full gear that is meant to protect him, I will put him in the 4%.
202: Hen falling through the floor after the aftershock: surprisingly, if nothing falls on top of you, the odds of surviving that fall are 100%, so that one is accurate.
209: Hen getting shot as a teen: Survival rate for a generic gunshot wound is actually around 80%, since we don't know where she was shot, I'll take those odds.
211: Doug stabbing Chim: 8% mortality rate for a stab wound like Chim's if treated fast enough, which he was.
213: Dough stabbing Maddie: same odds as above with a possible infection due to the movement.
214: All that water falling on top of Eddie: No amount of water dropped on a person would kill them unless you're talking about drowning, the surface tension wouldn't be maintained, I just wanted to add this one in because it's kinda crazy.
215: Hen and the scorpion venon: for my surprise, the mortality rate actually is less than 1%, it is pretty safe unless you're allergic, win for the show.
218: Buck and the truck bombing: the odds there are hard to calculate without creating a model of the explosion, but I did find an article about explosions of military vehicles that's a close enough baseline, it gives a 25% odds of survival if the explosion happens in an open space. There is no good way to calculate the odds of Buck surviving the being crushed part, most injuries similar enough just result in amputation. The subsequent surgeries Buck had after have about a 90% success rate.
301: Buck and the blood clots: it actually has a 92% survival rate if treated fast enough, which was the case.
302: Buck (and Christopher) and the tsunami: the odds of surviving being at ground zero of a tsunami are zero. Studies actually indicate that if the water is at about 90 cm (around 3 feet) or just generally "above the waist" you won't survive, not just because of the drowning, but because of the debris in the water.
308: Hen and Chim and the ambulance crash. Since there was no damage to the ambulance, their odds of survival there are 100%.
309: Bobby and the gamma radiation: The survival rate for short-term exposure to high levels of gamma radiation is 40% but that doubles with immediate treatment.
310: Michael and the brain cancer: they never specified the type of tumor he has, but generally speaking, the odds of survival are at about 35%.
315: Eddie and the helicopter crashing: 80% survival rate on those. I was surprised by that one.
315: Eddie getting shot in Afghanistan: odds of surviving the ones he got are still at about 80%, like Hen.
315: Eddie and the well: that's a lot harder to calculate. He was submerged for less than 5 minutes, so same odds as Bobby in the plane and Buck in the elevator, around 90% chance of survival the possible drowning. The actual collapse is harder to calculate, the closest irl situation I could find was a mine collapsing, but there isn't actually a study on the odds of survival of those since apparently the odds of surviving those depend on your ability to "self-escape" if you survive the actual collapse, so much so that there are programs to train miners to do that. Since Eddie has both the military and the lafd training, I will accept that he could get himself out.
317: Athena being assaulted: The mortality rate overall is 27% as long as they get medical care in a timely manner.
401: The landslide: there actually aren't actual studies on the odds of surviving a landslide, since the mortality rate is determined by the type of debris that's brought down with it, not the actual landslide.
405: Buck and the motorcycle: The odds of survival, if you're wearing a helmet, are actually 95%.
405: Buck and the warehouse fire: Again. 27% mortality rate for smoke inhalation.
406: Michael and the blunt trauma to the head: it depends on the severity, but it is a 75% survival for Michael's case, adding this in because he was actually unconscious and he had a brain tumor.
409: Not really an nde but the us has about 22 deaths per 100000 births, and you're at more risk if you're older, so giving birth could've killed Maddie.
413-14: Eddie and Bobby getting shot: Again, 80% survival rate.
I can't really calculate Maddie's chances of dying of ppd or the chances of them dying in the prison riot/being kidnapped so 5a is pretty calm
516: Bobby (and May) getting hit by the roof: remember how I keep saying you have high odds of surviving if nothing falls on top of you and the debris is what's going to kill in a landslide or tsunami? This is the debris. But I also can't calculate the odds of them surviving that without the actual specifications of the roof of the call center, BUT there are studies about your odds of surviving your house collapsing, mostly because of earthquakes, a survival rate is estimated to be at about 6% if, if there's no fire, which there was. The chances do go up to 90% if you're hiding under something sturdy, it's why they teach you to go under something when an earthquake hits, the more you know.
517: Jonah stopping Chimney's heart: There's only a 20% chance of restarting someone's heart. Jonah did it twice. Not good odds for Chim. There might be different rules here tho since he never lost a shockable rhythm, I don't understand enough medicine to know for sure.
517: Hen and the propofol: too much propofol has a 32% chance of killing you. I don't know how much Jonah gave her, but death is in fact a side effect. Fun fact for you is that propofol is part of what killed Michael Jackson.
606: Karen's heart-stopping: that one has a 90% survival from a penetrating wound BUT since her heart stopped, we have to add that 20% chance of her heart restarting. You do only have a 6% chance of dying due to a splenectomy. The heart stopping is the big deal here.
610: Buck (and Eddie) and the lightning: You only have a 10% chance of dying being struck by lightning, mostly because the statistic takes into account getting hit with the charge being released from the primary target as being struck. So Eddie also counts here. Buck did die though.
610: Buck's heart stopping: Remember that 20% chance of restarting your heart? Only if cpr starts immediately. By medical personnel. In a hospital. You have 9% of surviving coding in the street. Buck didn't get cpr until 3 minutes after his heart stopped. His chances of survival are lower than that 9% but hard to calculate exactly.
618: Chim and the gurney stabbing him: I wanna say the 90% survival rate of a penetrating wound to the stomach, but he did remove the object and didn't get medical attention for a while so that lowered his chances.
618: Hen and the concussion: the odds of no damage here are 99%, yay Hen.
618: Eddie and the broken ribs: You actually have a 10% chance of dying from broken ribs.
618: Bobby trapped under the bridge: I'm gonna use the same odds from the roof in mayday and say it is at about 6%. Debris will kill you, dude.
701-3: Bobby and Athena and the ship capsizing: they were never fully submerged, so no risk of drowing, and you actually have a 99% chance of surviving a ship capsizing if rescued. Ngl, I was surprised about this one.
706: Chimney and the encephalitis: mortality rate is 40%.
709: Athena and the smoke inhalation: same odds as every other time, 27% mortality rate.
709: Bobby and his heart stopping for a whopping 14 minutes: He wasn't at a hospital but cpr started immediately, so 9% chance of his heart starting back up.
810: Maddie getting her throat slashed: There are no definitive odds on how likely you are to survive getting your throat slashed, the consensus seems to be that if it doesn't hit an artery, and Maddie's didn't hit an artery since arterial blood gushes and Maddie's didn't, and you apply pressure immediately, which Maddie did, a surgeon could save you, so she's a firm maybe. All places do seem to agree that the blood loss and stress should've made her miscarry tho.
Now that I got this very extensive list out of the way, that does lowkey need me to believe these characters are immortal or have the greatest luck in the unluck in the universe, let's get to the thing that matters.
Do you know what's the survival rate for CCHF? 70%. Bobby survived multiple events where his survival was at under 10%. But a virus with a 70% survival rate killed him. #LoveRealism
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Summary: When a movie night strikes up quite the interesting conversation, the night takes a turn that you definitely never expected.
Warnings: threesome, big dick jk, nipple play, pussy eating, dirty talk, detailed smut, sneaky behavior.
Pairing: Bsf!Jk x Fem!Reader x FemBsf!Mirae
A/n: put my own little spin on this request, hope the anon likes it.
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"Hurry the movies starting!" mirae shouts as you and jungkook rush to finish packing the snacks into little bowls. Jungkooks continuous laughter makes you smile as you grab three sodas and rush them out to the living room.
Mirae let's out a content sigh when she sees you both, gesturing to the movie starting on the screen.
Mirae and jungkook had been your friends since freshman year of high school, and you'd basically grown up together. Seeing them turn from nerdy teens to full blown adults felt bizzare.
Just like high school, the three of you still spent all your time together. Some may say people your age should be in relationships by now, but it had just never worked out that way for any of you.
Jungkook had the same girlfriend for years, but she'd cheated on him the second they parted ways for college. After that he just never seemed to bat his eyes at a girl the same way again.
Mirae on the other hand was never one for relationships. Usually she moved around to whoever caught her eye and embraced her singleness. She was an amazing person regardless, anyone who had her would be a fool to ever let her go.
Surprisingly, she changed her ways the past year and a half. She hadn't talked to any guys, and she seemed happy with it.
Oh and you? You had a few boyfriends here and there, but your love life recently had been pretty dry. You were too caught up in work & friends to bother looking for someone to spend the rest of your life with.
You didn't really know how you felt about marriage anyway.
"Pass me the popcorn." Mirae whispers, reaching over jungkooks lap to take the bowl from you before you can even think of an answer. You don't mind, grabbing a nearby blanket and throwing it over the three of you.
The sound of popcorn being chewed is the only thing heard amongsts the three of you as the movie plays, all eyes trained on the screen.
Jungkook does his best to ignore the fact that both of you were pressed tight against him, sandwiched between the two of you as your breasts sit right against both of his arms. His pants do get a little tight, and though he didn't have a crush on either of you- he was still a man..
A man with needs to be specific. So having two girls tits pressed against him was a bit of a bummer when he may not be getting any pussy by the end of this.
You had to admit the movie was much better than you thought it'd be, and you cursed yourself for enjoying it because you knew jungkooks teasing would come soon after.
He'd suggested the movie to the both of you earlier that day, and though mirae was on board- you were not. Initially you weren't one for romance movies, and honestly you still weren't. This one just happened to be different, and you were starting to like it a little too much.
Being that it's a romance movie, it's not long before three naked bodies take place on the screen- moaning and kissing as sensually as possible. (Watching this always makes you wonder how awkward it must've been to film it.)
You could never be an actor, because you'd laugh in your co stars face if you had to fake having sex together.
"Y'know- having a threesome doesn't seem bad." mirae's statement causes you and jungkooks heads to snap toward her, watching in amusement as she shovels more popcorn into her greedy mouth.
"Really?" jungkook says, pinching the bridge of his nose at her words. She shrugs at both of us, gesturing toward the sexual scene on the tv with her hand. "You guys wouldn't be down?" she questions.
You think about it for a moment, your not exactly opposed to it. To be honest the longer you dwell upon it, the more it intrigues you- maybe it would be sort of fun?
"I think it'd be pretty cool." a cheesy smile flashes over miraes face at your confession, and she reaches over jungkook again so she can playfully nudge your shoulder. "That's my girl!"
Her sudden enthusiasm about the subject makes you laugh, and you can't stop a blush from spreading across your cheeks. "Jungkook? What do you think?"
You'd almost forgot that he was there, being that he'd been so quiet. Mirae didn't even need to ask the question, you could tell he was interested by the way he was still watching the three of them fuck on your tv screen.
"Helloooo, earth to jungkook?" you say, waving your hand in front of his face. He shakes his head when you do, almost as if he was snapping out of some trance. Mirae lifts a hand as she nods in content. "Nevermind- you've answered my question."
He gives a awkward laugh, adjusting his position on the couch to more of a slouch. "I'm down." he mutters, and the way he bites his lip afterward lets you know he's already thinking about it.
"Oh yeah? I think you'd be too scared." mirae counters, and you roll your eyes when jungkook gives her a shocked look. Clearly her little comment had gotten him riled up.
"Scared? Hell no." he scoffs, sitting up properly as he looks at you to back him up. You do nothing but shrug playfully, you weren't helping him out on this one- preferring to sit back and watch them bicker.
"You don't have the balls." mirae tests him even further, cocking her eyebrow at him as she continues to eat the last of the now cold popcorn.
"Try me." he mutters, and you can tell he's annoyed. Mirae had a way of getting to people, even you sometimes. She found it hilarious, jungkook on the other hand did not.
"Okay then, kiss y/n." the challenge makes you sit up straight, furrowing your brows at her. Well shit, you weren't disgusted at the thought- just surprised that she'd even suggest that.
Your heart beats a little faster when jungkooks turns to face you, and the look on his face was more determined than ever. Was he really gonna do it? Kiss you just to prove a point? No way.. it wasn't even that serious, just a stupid joke.
Clearly it was not, because two seconds he pulls you up and his lips are pressed flesh against yours. His hand keeps a nice hold on your cheek as he tugs a little at your lower lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth.
Oh.
This wasn't just a flimsy kiss, he was making out with you.. and you liked it. You didn't really understand what was happening and why the kiss kept on for so long, but fuck were you enjoying it.
Best believe his point was proven.
You enjoyed everything about it. The way his hands slid down your to your waist, and then to grip a handful of your ass. The way he kept pressing his body into yours. He was more than a good kisser, he was a fucking god at it.
Kisses peppering the back of your neck cause you to peel your eyes open, and that's when you realize it's mirae standing behind you. You can feel her clothed tits on your back as she does so, her soft hands hovering over jungkooks that still sit on your waist.
The realization of what's happening causes you to move your lips away from jungkooks, but he simply kisses you again before you can bother to utter a word.
You didn't know why, but the kisses from both of them convinced you to take off your shirt. Along with your pants, and then your panties, until you were completely naked for both of their eyes to see.
For a split second you wonder why mirae was so quick to join in and kiss on you as well, but you shake off the thought as quickly as it bubbles in your mind.
"Holy.." jungkook mutters, eyes concentrated on your full breasts. He takes it upon himself to bring his hands up to your chest, smiling as he cups your boobs in his warm hands. The feeling of your cold nipples against his palm made his dick even harder.
He's quick to undress himself after you, moving hastily to release his growing boner. Your eyes widen on their own at his length, all those times he boasted about his dick size clearly wasn't a joke.
"Surprised?" he asked, smirking at your reacting to the sight. You can hear mirae's hoarse laugh in your ears as she places her left hand on your shoulder, and her right hand at the base of jungkooks dick.
Her clothed chest is still pressed to your bare back, wanting to touch him but be close to you all at the same time. You liked the view you had, squished right in the middle of both of them as she reaches around you to jerk him off.
You don't realize how you've went to fondle your own clit, the sight so hot that you could no longer sit here untouched. Wetness leaks onto your thighs, making them all wet and sticky just how you loved it.
"For fucks sake..." he babbles to himself, groaning at the pressure of mirae's hand wrapped tight against his hard cock. Your finger's aggressively rubbing against your sensitive bud, already wanting to reach a orgasm even though this has only just started.
Jungkook notices and quickly takes action, grabbing a hold of your wrist to move it away from the area. "Patience." is all he says, and you oblige though the last thing you wanted was to wait.
Not when you were naked between the both of them like this.
You swore you weren't crushing on your friends, but it'd be a downright lie to say they were ugly- because they weren't. In fact, they were some of the hottest people you'd met.
You even used to have a crush on mirae in the 5th grade, but you'd never let her know that. It didn't matter anyway, you guys weren't even friends back then. Shit she barely even knew your name.
Mirae's roaming hands pull you out of your thoughts when you feel them on your waist, pulling you even closer to her as she sits down on the couch behind her.
Your bodies are warm and snug against each other as you lie between her thick thighs. She can't help but to slide her hands right under your breasts and grip them just to tease you.
It pulls a long moan out of you, leaning your head against her shoulder as she massages the tender blobs. Every few seconds she swipes her thumb over you nipple, aiming to get them nice and hard to her own liking. (Which she succeeds in.)
"Mm, she likes that." you feel mirae's breath on your ear, and you nod though she's speaking to jungkook and not you.
Your eyes flutter open and closed, realizing how much you enjoy being teased and played with ever so gently. Everytime your eyes open you can see jungkook massaging the length of him, his tip touching his happy trail from how hard he is.
He needed to be inside of you, immediately.
So he gets straight to it, leaning down to pull your hips to the very edge of the couch. Mirae understands what he's trying to do, and traces little shapes on the undersides of your thighs before pulling them up and out of his way.
"Needy?" he asks.
His voice makes you wanna cum all over him, and he hasn't even placed a finger on your cunt yet. You nod frantically, letting him know you want everything he has to give you.
Your cunts like a pretty piece of art, on display for both of their eyes to see. Mirae removes a hand from your thigh just to dip her fingers down there and get a feel for how wet you are.
She moans when she feels your slick stick to her fingers. "Pussy soaked isn't it?" she questions you in a teasing voice, bringing the wet hand back up to grip your thigh.
"Want me to eat you out? Huh?" jungkook asks, slapping his pre cum cover tipped on your swollen clit. "Please.." you beg, hips thrusting up everytime he pushes his tip against your clit.
He chuckles at your greediness, continuing to slide his length up and down your entire cunt. He and mirae both bite their lips, obsessed with the way your wetness begins to cover his dick- soaking it more everytime he slides against you.
"Looks like she's ready to fuck already." mirae declares, grabbing your chin with her thumb and index finger to get you to look up at her smirking face. "That what you want? Want him to fuck you?" she says, and you appease her by giving multiple quiet yes's.
She nods to jungkook as a gesture, letting go of your chin to hold your thighs again. Her right grip ensures your not going anywhere (not that you wanted to in the first place.)
That first little thrust inside gives you the confirmation this is exactly where you need to be, letting out a mewl at the pressure. Jungkook moves his tattooed hand to press against your lower belly, licking his lip at your reaction.
"Your squeezing the fuck out of me.. loosen up pretty." he was being so dirty, but somehow his words comforted you enough to make you stop gripping the living shit out of him.
He doesn't bother to give you a break, pushing the entirety of him inside of you with one go. He refused to waste any time, wanting your pussy wrapped around him as soon as possible.
"Feels so good.." you finally gather the courage to say a few words, and hearing you makes mirae smile. Her eyes are focused on the way your cunt swallows his length, proud of the way your taking it like a champ.
She can't resist and brings her hands to your breasts again, playing with your already sore nipples. The pressure of her fingers makes you squirm, but jungkooks quick to press his body closer to yours to make it harder for you to move.
He grinds his hips into you ever so passionately, not to rough- but it damn sure wasn't soft. You can hear the smack of his hips against yours very clearly over all the moaning going on, and it turns you on even more.
"Should've fucked you like this a long time ago." he mumbles, thrusting into you even harder. Your juices are leaking all over him, down your thighs and all over his cock.
Mirae takes the chance to sneak her hand between both of your bodies and down to your tender clit, massaging the bundle of nerves with just her pointer and middle finger.
"Fuck! Too much-" you whine, the feeling of jungkook inside you and mirae touching you like that was all overwhelming. Your whole body was tingling, even more in the lower region.
"You can take it, your so fucking pretty-" mirae's gentle voice coos near your ear, encouraging you to take it until the very end. Just until jungkook reaches his orgasms and cums deep inside of you.
Your breasts bounced up and down each time he pushes into you, free to move wherever they wanted without the confines of your bra.
Jungkook loves that shit, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his wet mouth. He groans around the bud, still thrusting into you as he swirls his tongue around the nipple before finally popping it out of his mouth.
"Gonna nut in you- give you my babies." he speaks mindlessly, not realizing what he's saying. Regardless he would, be cumming inside of you today- nothing would stop him from it.
And so he does, letting out a deep sigh as ropes of cum paint your walls. You reach your orgasm at the same time, and mirae even has to grab your wrists so you'll stop pushing jungkooks hips away from yours.
She wanted you to feel every ounce of pleasure.
When you finally calm down, jungkook pulls out of you and heads off to the bathroom to grab a towel.
Mirae gives you soft praise, sweeping your hair out of your face as you breathe heavily. You didn't put much thought into the fact these were your best friends that you just did this with, and you honestly didn't want to.
You enjoyed it, and so did they- that's all that mattered.
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A week passed, and you were utterly surprised that nothing had changed between your friend group. You all still talked every day, and even grew closer after the "situation."
Jungkook was at your place today matter of fact. He'd promised you days ago that he'd help you learn to cook his special pasta- & though he was a few days late, he kept his promise.
"This smells so good.." you say, taking a big inhale. Jungkok chuckles, stirring the alfredo sauce as he pours in a bit more cheese.
"Its almost done, patience." you nod, sitting down in the chair closest to the stove. He was so attractive while cooking, and you couldnt help but to stare at him as he moved around the kitchen.
This cooking lesson quickly turned from a lesson to a observation, but jungkook was okay with that. He was well aware that seeing that familiar smile on your face when eating his food was worth it even if he had to cook alone.
He rubs at his eyes as he switches the stove off, finally noticing your eyes on him when he turns to face you.
"What's wrong?" he asks, cocking his head as he walks up to your figure. The chair is tall enough for him to stand right between your thighs, face to face with you just how he liked it.
"Nothing, i just like looking at you." he grins at your corniness, your words making him feel all warm and happy inside.
He slides his cold hands up your thighs, a nice contrast to the warm air of the kitchen. "I want something." you whisper.
What a fucking tease, he thinks.
He was right obviously, you were being a tease. You added a little tinge of flirtiness to your voice in hopes that he'd get the hint. "Nope, No No No- the foods almost done."
Jungkook mentions, hurrying away from you in a fit of laughter before you can convince him to do anything. His reaction causes you to pout, hopping off of the chair and moving closer to him again.
"I didn't even do anything!" you protest, though you knew damn well what you wanted.
"I know what you want, your not getting it." he declares.
We'll see about that.
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Your empty plate sits to the side now as jungkook goes to work between your legs. His face is buried as far as possible into your cunt, nose nudging against your clit with every lick.
"Yes- just like that!" your voice is so needy, and it encourages him to press his tongue even farther into your hole. You prop a foot up onto the chair to give him more access, hand tangled in his fluffy hair to keep his head down there.
He looks up at your pleasured face for just a moment, pressing a gentle kiss against your belly and thigh before licking your folds again.
"Drippin' everywhere." he mutters, obsessed with the way your liquids leak down your thigh and cover his lips. You giggle at his commentary, butterflies growing in your tummy at his little dirty talk.
"Cmon, keep moaning for me- wanna hear it." he mumbles, and you can feel his lips on your pussy every time he utters w word. You like that though, obliging him and letting out quiet whimpers.
They weren't at all fake though, everything was a sincere reaction from the way he was eating your pussy like no tomorrow.
"I'm gonna cum!" right when you say that you feel his two slender fingers pushing into you- finger fucking you with no sign of stopping until you release.
"Cum on my fingers baby.. do it-" he's breathless from how he's had his face pressed between your thighs for the past ten minutes, eating you out as if his life depended on it.
He grunts when your cunt spasms around his fingers, cum leaking onto the chair as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips buck continuously, plastering a pleased smirk over jungkooks face.
"Come fuck me.." you say, still wishing for more even after you just came. You didn't care, you wanted him inside of you now- not later.
He nods, sitting up and quickly whipping his length out of sweats. You definitely notice that he's still soft, and even wonder if it was because of you.
Did eating you out not turn him on? You didn't know.
You watch quietly as he jerks himself off, trying to get himself hard on his own. Unfortunately it doesn't work, so you move to take his dick into your own hands.
You spend at least five minutes stroking him, and let out a disappointed sigh when he pulls your hands away from his dick. When he tucks himself back into his boxers, you take a hint and move away to slip your shirt back over your head.
"Y/n.." his voice trails off, and his face is more unreadable than ever. You shake your head, not wanting to get your feelings hurt by whatever he had to say.
You were sensitive, you could admit that. You'd rather go without an explanation than have him tell you to your face that you weren't turning him on.
(Though the way he was eating you out said different)
"It's just.. this doesn't feel right without mirae." he mutters, and your not sure what to say about that. Mirae happened to have work today, so she politely declined when you asked her to come over today as well.
Regardless neither of you were dating her, so why couldn't you do this without her? Yes, you all had a threesome- but you didn't think it was that serious.
"We're not dating.." you say with a little laugh, hoping to ease the awkwardness. To your demise, it only grows more awkward after you say that- jungkooks body language is a clear sign of how tense he felt.
"I think we should all have a talk." he says, sticking his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.
Well, you didn't know what that meant- but you sure didn't like the sound of it at all.
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TWO HOURS LATER:
Mirae had agreed to come over after work after jungkook texted her, and after a long two hours she was finally here. Both of them sit on the couch across from you, hands crossed as they sit there without a word.
Obviously you had to be the first one to speak, whatever.
"So?" you say, raising your eyebrows as you wait for them to say something. Clearly they had something to confess, and it didn't seem like anything good by the way jungkook sounded earlier.
"Uh-" mirae stops as soon as she starts- looking at jungkook for some sort of confirmation. It was annoying quite frankly- why couldn't they spit it out?
Jungkook shakes his head when he notices how you roll your eyes, and finally decides to speak up. "Me and mirae are dating, y/n."
What the fuck? That's the only think you can think, your jaw dropped almost to the floor. For one, you felt like shit because he was just giving you head earlier. And two, you felt stupid and betrayed for not knowing.
"Why didn't you tell me..?" you question, looking between both of them with a disappointed glare. They both let out a sigh at the same exact time, the coincidence would've made you laugh if your weren't so upset at the situation.
You weren't jealous, just angry. Angry that they hadn't told you this before.
"We...how do i say this.." mirae mumbles, twiddling her fingers as she try's her best to figure out how to word what she's trying to say.
"Spit it the fuck out." you say, finally cursing out of pure frustration. Usually, you weren't the kind of person to get angry and curse anyone out- but the way they were acting was forcing you to act that way.
Finally, jungkook says it.
"Fuck we want you in the relationship- We've been wanting it for a while now." the confession makes your heart drop to your ass. How were you supposed to feel about that?
How did they expect you to feel? Happy? No way.
"Since when?" is all you say, and they're silent for a moment before giving you a answer. "January, of last year." mirae replies.
Fuck that, it's september now. They've had over a year to tell you this bullshit.
Last weeks situation flashes through your mind. "So, last week. Was that a coincidence?" There's a defeaning silence, both of them quiet as they stare at the ground. Too pussy to look you in the face after an entire year of hiding this from you.
"We planned it." he finally admits, and you want to cry on the spot. You knew it was weird how mirae was so quick to join in, but you were just too in the moment to even question it.
You felt like a stupid pawn for their enjoyment, why couldn't they have just told you? Maybe they could've got a better reaction from you but this? This was no way to handle it.
"So you knew.. as soon as you got to my house what was going happen?" you ask, wanting to be sure that you heard this all right.
Your heart just sinks a little more when they both nod.
You begin to think about exactly what happened that day. The way mirae challenged jungkook to kiss you, the movie choice, the way she got behind you so quickly.
They'd planned it all.
"Can you go?" you say, trying to blink back the tears building in your eyes. Maybe you were being dramatic, or maybe not- but you just felt more betrayed than ever.
"Y/n.." mirae says, her voice trailing off. You can tell she's saddened, but she had no right to be. Not after what they did.
"Just get out of my house." you say, and though they don't want to- they respect your wishes. It doesn't take them long to gather their things and leave, the door slamming behind them.
As soon as they're gone you break down into tears, not wanting to believe what they'd just told you.
You knew you'd have to have a real conversation with them about this later on, but today- they weren't getting that out of you.
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The Boy Next Door â1
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
warnings: none I donât think⌠angst?
word count: 5.3k
synopsis: you babysat him when he was 7 years old, and heâs had a crush on you since you met, despite the 8 year age gap. between moves to other places and time, itâs been 14 years since youâve seen each other even though your dads are still best friends, still live next door to each other, and keep up to date about each other's family. you surprise chris at one of the skz shows, and heâs shocked to see you, and even more surprised that he still has a massive crush on you. if only he could convince you to look at him in any other way than the boy next door.
note: so this is my first fic ever and this could be total garbage so please be gentle. ages, timelines and relationships are adjusted for story purposes and this is all a work of fiction. thank you for reading!
Masterlist
ONE WEEK AGO
âHappy Birthday, Squirtâ you said with a mischievous smile, handing your 14 year old half-sister a bright pink envelope. The living room was hideously shrouded with obnoxious decorations, and crowded with what seemed like a hundred teens, your dad, and your step-monstermother. Â
Mia barely acknowledged you when you handed her her gift, engrossed in gossiping with her friends nearby. Between the loud music and deafening teens, the volume in the room was enough to make you wish youâd brought earplugs.
The moment Mia opened her gift from you though, she immediately froze, speechless, eyes nearly bulging out of her head and she held her breath. After a few seconds of silence from her, you furrowed your brows in question with a confused look on your face until⌠âOH MY GOD, STRAY KIDS TICKETS?!â The high pitched shriek that followed caused the adults to wince, and the other kids in the room to crowd Mia immediately in pure envy.
Barely audible over the chaos, you squeaked out âyeah, weâre flying to Japan next week to see them. Oh, and thereâs backstage passes in there too.â Â
You glanced over to your dad who was just smirking over the drink in his hand and shook his head. With a subtle wave of his arm, he motioned you over to the side of the room away from the mayhem. Â
You came up beside him, rested your head on his shoulder and took a sip of the drink in your hand. âWell, I guess she liked it.â You paused before sighing out, â...this is a terrible idea isnât it?âÂ
âYep,â was all he replied with a quick kiss to the top of your head. âBetter you than me. Did you tell the Bahngs that you were going to do this?â
âNo, I donât want to bother them or be another person hounding them for access to Chris. I figure it could be kind of fun to surprise him too when we get to go backstage.â Standing back up straight and leaning against the wall behind you, you exhaled in realization. Â
âGeez, itâs been what⌠almost 14 years since Iâve seen him? Iâm sure he wonât even remember who I am,â you said with a nervous laugh.
âOhhh we both know thatâs not true, that kid had the biggest crush on you growing up,â your dad said, glancing over at you beside him. You scoffed, âpretty sure he had a crush on anything with boobs at that age.â Â
Of course, this was the moment your step-mom decided to eavesdrop on your conversation. âY/N! Language.â Rolling your eyes, you took another sip of your drink.
The next thing you overheard was Mia downplaying the tickets, bragging to her friends âoh itâs really not that big of a deal, Chan is basically my oppa. I go to their house all of the time.â With a flick of her hair, the other girls in the room were gasping with jealousy and fangirling so hard you couldnât help but drag a hand down your face.
17 YEARS AGO
After several weeks of inadvertently doing yardwork at the same time, and a few heated discussions over the pros and cons of planting winter grass, your father quickly befriended your next door neighbor, Jack, and his young family. Your mother and Jackâs wife, Jessica, became fast friends and bonded over emigrating from South Korea to Sydney, and how difficult it was to find decent hotteok anywhere. More than anything, Jessica was thrilled to find out that your mother had a responsible, teenage daughter who could babysit. Â
You were, not surprisingly, unhappy when your mom burst into your bedroom one morning and voluntold you that youâd be babysitting the three new kids next door; Christopher (7), Hannah (4) and Lucas (2 ½). Â
At 15, and much happier curling up in your room alone with your headphones on, you would rather have been hung upside down by your toenails than spend your precious free time watching some snotty nosed kids. Â
That wasâŚÂ until you found out how much Mrs. Bahng was willing to pay for a few hours of reprieve every other weekend. Â
Sure, at first it was definitely about the money, but over the next few years you actually became fond of the 3 Bahng kids, and genuinely started to enjoy spending time with them.Â
Growing up an only child, you had always held a quiet jealousy of those who had a bigger family. Now you could almost pretend that they were your own siblings; bickering and relentlessly teasing each other.
However, shortly after your 18th birthday you received your acceptance letter from The University of Melbourne and priorities began to shift. At the end of the summer post graduation, and a ton of tearful goodbyes later, you packed up your life and moved to Melbourne, 9+ hours from everyone you loved. Â
For the first few years, you still came back home to Sydney for holidays and extended breaks, but the longer you were away, the more immersed you became in your studies and were setting down roots, building your new life.
During your sophomore year at UoM, your parents separated and quickly divorced, recognizing they had nothing in common except their adoration for you, and you had proved you no longer needed them as much as they needed you. A few months later, your mother moved to Melbourne to be closer, but your father stayed in the house next door to the Bahngâs. Â
While your mom showed no interest in remarrying, it didnât take long for your father to meet the âtrue love of his life,â a woman 15 years his junior. Less than six months into their marriage, your half-sister Mia was born, not even a full 24 hours before your 21st birthday. Your relationship with your dad always remained strong, but your birthdays slowly got overshadowed by the new addition to the family.
Five years after your move to Melbourne, you graduated with your Masters of Biomedical Sciences, and got a job working at a nearby hospital in their research department. Since then youâve earned your tenure at the same hospital, managing a small group of researchers, and making more money than you ever anticipated. Â
EARLIER TODAY
You and Mia had settled into your hotel room and were getting ready for, what she was declaring would be, the concert of the century. Despite the significant age gap between you, and the distance of where you both lived, you had always made an effort to stay a part of Miaâs life and establish a solid relationship with her. Her teenage energy was exhausting, but seeing the unadulterated excitement on her face was worth it.Â
âI cannot believe I let you pick out my clothes...â you mumbled, looking at yourself in the mirror, wearing the new pieces that you let her select during your shopping spree earlier that day; a black mini skirt, a white tank top, tattered mesh leggings, platform black mary janes, and chunky black jewelry. You felt so uncomfortable, not because the outfit wasn't cute, but because it was so far from your normal style.
âWe had to make sure your fit was snatched for when we see Channie later!,â Mia replied while putting on her shoes.
Glancing over your shoulder at your little sister you smirked and replied âOh, no cap? Bet.â Â
Mia groaned loudly and threw herself down on the bed. âOh my god I HAAAAATE when you try to talk Gen A with me.â
You walked over and grabbed a pillow, lightly hitting your sister with it, torturing her even more as you continued to talk. âWhat, Iâm just trying to be a baddie GOAT that slaps for you! Iâm gonna be mewing and wiggling my gyatt all over the place, flexinâ my rizz all night!â Â
Mia grabbed the pillow from you and screamed playfully into it before pulling it away and laughing up at you with a big smile. âYou are literally the worst.â Â
âYep, and youâre stuck with me.â You smiled, helping her up from the bed and walked arm in arm together out of the room, ready to let your night begin.Â
Two hours later, you found yourself in a group of roughly 30 others being guided backstage to a green room for the meet and greet with the boys from SKZ.  Once settled in the room, Miaâs eyes were glued to the door, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, just waiting to see her favorite idol again. Â
As soon as the group walked into the room, Mia bolted straight for Chris, screaming âCHANNIE!!!!!â and flung herself at him before he could barely register what was going on. Â
With a quick glance down to the crazed fan clinging to him, Chris instantly recognized the younger girl and wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear hug. âMimi! My favorite Stay! What are you doing here? Thereâs no way your Appa brought you here,â he said with a chuckle, looking up for the familiar faces of her parents. Â
Mia pulled back just slightly, still not letting go of his waist, looking up at him with a huge smile on her face. âNo, Y/N brought me! She got me tickets for my birthday and we wanted to surprise you!â Â
Blushing deeply at her little sisterâs over the top reactions, you walked over to the two of them and sheepishly waved your hand in greeting as you made eye contact with Chris for the first time in over a decade. âSurpriseâŚ?,â you laughed nervously.
Chris blinked at you a few times, trying to wrap his brain around who was actually standing in front of him, and slowly let go of Mia. âNoona?â He asked incredulously, closing the distance between the two of you to pull you into a tight hug. Â
âOh, ooof,â you said as he almost knocked the wind out of you, gingerly wrapping your arms around him in return. âHey there⌠long time no see.â
By this point, most of the people in the room were looking at you all with quizzical looks on their faces. Fans were staring, jealous of the way that you were getting to touch the idol. The other SKZ members were glancing in question, wondering who Chan was talking to so familiarly and making him smile like that.
Ever the skeptic, Lee Know strolled over to the trio with a raised eyebrow, âHyung⌠whatâs going on over here?â Finally dropping his arms from you, Chris glanced between his bandmate with a light blush on his cheeks, and looked back to you before speaking. âThis is my old babysitter, Y/N.â Â
Lee Know opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get the words out Mia chimed in, walking right up to him and giving him an overzealous hug, âand Iâm his favorite Stay, Mia!â Â
After studying them for a minute, Minho finally spoke with a tight lipped smile âitâs nice to meet you both,â he paused before looking back to you, â...please tell me you have embarrassing stories about him peeing his pants. I beg of you, anything humiliating I can hold over him.â Â
You laughed a little bit, and Chris quickly looked at you with a pleading look in his eyes. âPlease, please donâtâŚâ he warned with a nervous laugh. Looking back at Minho, you smirked playfully, âfor the right price I am sure I can come up with something.â
A minute later, Lee Know looked over to Mia again, âdo you want to come meet the other members?â With a quick gasp, she nodded her head emphatically and said âYES!â before he led her away from you and Chan.
Now standing alone, you looked back up to Chris, lifting a hand to lightly tug at the fabric of his tank top. âWhat, stylists canât afford to put you in something with sleeves?â Looking down at your hand that grazed his torso and back to your face, he chuckled lightly. âYeah, budget cuts.â Â
After a beat, he motioned over to you. âBut⌠look at you!â
Glancing down at yourself with a sigh, you jokingly shook your head back and forth, âyeah, I know, pathetic trying to dress like someone 20 years younger. I told Mia this was a bad idea,â you laughed lightly meeting his eyes again.
Chris simply shook his head, âno, I was just going to say you havenât aged. You look the exact same as you did when I last saw you. Just⌠more mature.â
You smirked, lightly hitting his arm with the back of your hand, totally unsure of how to handle this interaction. âItâs ok, you can call me old, I accept it.â Â
With another chuckle, he smiled brightly at you and with a teasing wink added âyou donât look a day over 25.â
Rolling your eyes, you took another breath and were about to speak again before Chrisâ manager walked over to him. â15 minutes until show time.â He nodded his head to the staff member before looking back over at you.
âI gotta go get ready but Iâd love to catch up with you after the show? Where are you staying?â Â
Not wanting to bother him and his busy schedule, you shook your head âno, seriously youâre busy, itâs fine. Maybe we can see each other when youâre back in Sydney next time.â
Chris grabbed your hand to emphasize his point, âno seriously, I have time later tonight and itâs been way too long.â You nervously looked down at your hand clasped in his, which caused him to look down at them and quickly let go awkwardly. Glancing back up at his face, you peered over to Mia laughing with Han while showing him something on her phone. Â
With another breath, you looked back at Chris and told him where you were staying. âIf you arenât exhausted and really do want to come by, thereâs a bar down in the lobby where we can go get a drink after Miaâs settled in the room.â
Chris smiled again and exhaled a sigh of relief he didnât realize he was holding. âYeah, that sounds good. Iâll see you after⌠I hope you enjoy the show!â Giving you one more quick hug, he went over to Mia who fiercely hugged him again, and begged for a quick selfie before the boys left the room.
Mia wandered back over to you as the band waved their goodbyes and thanked their fans, and excitedly grabbed your hand to pull you out of the green room. âLetâs goooooooo!!! I wanna get to our seats and you have to buy me another SKZOO plush before the concert starts. I think Han is my new favorite and I donât have Quokka yet!â Â
As you and Mia walked the opposite direction from the stage, Chris looked over his shoulder and watched the two of you disappear. Heâd meant it when he said that you hadnât changed since he last saw you. Well, maybe you had changed just a little. He didnât remember you being that beautiful before.
Minho followed his hyungâs eyes before looking back to his face, absently fiddling with his mic pack. âSomeoneâs got a new crush on their Noona,â he said with a knowing smirk. Chris glared over at him, defensively muttering â...do not.âÂ
Truth be told, Chrisâ crush was anything but new.
TONIGHT
Walking back into their hotel room after the concert of the century, Mia was on cloud nine, still dancing and singing âLaLaLaLaâ at the top of her lungs while you trailed behind her quietly, trying to shush her. âShhhhhh⌠there are people sleeping next door!â Â
Mia rolled her eyes, shrugged her shoulders and began humming to herself instead, still completely lost in her own world.
You on the other hand were still trying to comprehend what you had just witnessed. Sure youâd seen clips of SKZ shows before and obviously listened to their music, but seeing it in person was a different story. Â
âI still canât believe they dance like that in publicâŚâ you mumbled, mostly to yourself before Mia chimed in again. âOh my god, right? Theyâre soooo hot!!!â You looked over your shoulder at your sister and deadpanned at her. âGross. On that note Iâm going to go shower.â
45 minutes later, you had washed the evening off of you and put on a pair of joggers and a simple tee, threw your hair into a messy top knot, and glanced at your phone, noting it was about time Chris said heâd be at their hotel.
Not wanting to overly excite Mia who was almost passed out in her bed, you told her you were going to go hang out in the lobby so she could sleep undisturbed, and to text you if she needed anything. With a dismissive wave from the teen who buried herself under the comforter, you turned to walk out the door.
Once in the lobby, which was not surprisingly pretty empty for the time of evening, you glanced around seeing no sign of Chan and wandered to the bar. Pulling out a stool at the completely vacant bartop, you perched yourself on it and began scanning the cocktail menu. Just as you were about to order, you heard a familiar voice. âThere she is.â
Turning your head to the side, Chrisâ handsome face and bright smile came into view as he walked straight up to you and gave you another hug. Over his shoulder you could see his security team find a couch in the lobby to wait in; far enough to not hear any of their conversation but close enough should there be a risk of any kind.
After he let go of you, he pulled out the stool beside you and sat down, unable to take his eyes off of you or wipe the genuine grin from his face. Focusing your eyes back to him, you let a smile spread over your features. âYou know, I should call your Eomma and tell her that her son was gyrating in front of thousands of people.â Chris barked a laugh and said âoh trust me, she knows, and she hates it.â
Grabbing the drink menu from your hand, Chris began perusing the options and when the bartender came back over he waited for you to place your order before asking for his. Once alone again, he lightly drummed his hands on the bartop with a smirk. âSo what did you really think?â
Keeping quiet for a moment with a skeptical look, you finally spoke again with a small shake of your head. âYou guys were really good, Chris. Like. I almost understand why people like you. I mean, you should definitely advise parental discretion for younger viewers but,â you paused with a quiet laugh, âyou guys are really talented.â
âWhy do you sound so shocked?â He playfully narrowed his eyes at you, challenging your statement. âYou canât tell me that that was the first time you heard our music?â
âNo, definitely not, but I donât know, I assumed it was maybe auto-tuned?â You admitted. âI mean, everyone else is these days so I thought you were too!â
âAuto-tuned?? How DARE youâŚâ Chris laughed in response. âNo, I mean, obviously we do, especially in songs with a lot of dancing.â Â
âRight but I was talking about the ad libs and the acapella portions. You have a really nice voice!â you insisted, looking him in the eyes in an attempt to show you meant what you were saying.
âI feel like I should be offended by how surprised you are, but I will just take the compliment and say thank you,â Chris said with another flash of his brilliant smile.
The bartender dropped off both of your drinks, but before turning away he sheepishly. âUm, excuse me, Mr. Bahng⌠could I get your autograph for my girlfriend? Sheâs a huge fanâŚâ
Chris smirked and grabbed a cocktail napkin as the bartender handed him a pen. âDefinitely, just please donât ever call me Mr. Bahng again,â he said with a laugh, scribbling his name as requested and handed both the pen and napkin back to the bartender who whispered a thank you and wandered off.
You quietly observed the whole interaction, slowly shaking your head and sighed out as Chrisâ attention was directed back to you. âThis is so weirdâŚâ you mumbled, picking up your glass. Â
âWhat is?â He innocently questioned, lifting his own glass, watching you. Â
âThis. You. Youâre famous. And like an adult. A whole human being now,â you said, gesturing towards him as you spoke.
Pausing in reply, Chris lifted his glass to cheers yours. âTo being adults?â He offered with a laugh, to which you clinked your glass against his before taking a small sip. âSure, letâs go with that.â Â
After that, the conversation began to flow more naturally as you caught up on the gossip with your families, the ongoing concert tour, your life in Melbourne, and old memories. The two of you sat comfortably laughing and reminiscing with each other in the otherwise empty lobby bar, and as the bartender handed you both your third drinks, you began to feel more relaxed with your old friend again.
âSo,â Chris paused, taking a small sip from his fresh cocktail, âtell me. You still with that doctor that I heard about through the grapevine?â With a deep sigh and roll of your eyes, you leaned against the back of the stool and shook your head.
âNo, turns out he took the phrase having good bedside manner too close to heart. With a few of the nurses that work in the hospital with us.â Chris winced at that new information, just as you raised your glass as you were remembering. âOh! And the new research assistant on my team. I get to see her face every day still.â
With a dry laugh, Chris gave you an apologetic look and shook his head. âWell, from what I heard he was kind of a dick anyway so youâre better off without him.â
âYeah, suppose so. Just a 6 year waste of time.â You said taking another sip. Looking back over to him, âwhat about you, huh?â
âWhat about me?â Chris asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the question and an amused, guilty look on his face. Â
âYou, the idol. Got anyone special back home? Or many special someones?,â you asked teasingly.
âAhhh, nope! No special someone.â He paused. âOr someones for that matter. Donât really have much time between the tour and producing. Kinda hard to maintain a relationship when Iâm so busy.â Â
âHmm,â you said thoughtfully, âthat makes sense I guess. But câmon, youâve got to have had girls throwing themselves at you every day. Iâve seen your arms, Sir.â
Chris laughed again, blushing a little bit at the mention of his muscled limbs. âI mean, sure, the fans are great but I try to avoid doing anything with Stays. Too messy.â Â
You stared at him with a disbelieving look. âYouâre trying to tell me youâve never taken a fan back to your room after a show?â
âUhhâŚâ he smirked, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face. â...maybe once or twice.â Â
âKnew it,â you said smugly, lightly hitting his arm with the back of your hand. âYouâre way too good looking to not have indulged yourself a time or two.â
âYou think Iâm good looking?â Chris replied quickly, arching his eyebrow.
âShut up, you know what I mean,â you said as you focused your gaze back on your drink.
Pausing, Chris took a deep breath before exhaling. âI used to have the biggest crush on you,â he blurted out, feeling a bit more emboldened from the alcohol, looking directly at you.
âI knowâŚâ you replied playfully, quietly, meeting his gaze.
âOh. Was I really that obvious about it?â Â
âI think it was the fact that you couldnât look at me for about 6 months that gave you away. That, and Hannah told me she caught you writing a Valentineâs Day card for me once.â You giggled a little bit, watching his face turn a subtle shade of red.
âRemind me to kill her the next time I see her.â He paused, unable to meet your eyes for a few moments. âCanât really blame me though⌠you were always so pretty.â
Scoffing and lifting your eyebrow at him, âPretty? I was a string bean with greasy hair, glasses too big for my face and absolutely no style.â
âItâs your smile, and the way that your eyes always sparkle.â Now Chris was looking directly at you again, and you couldnât help but notice the way he chose his words - no longer speaking in past tense.
With a light dusting of pink to your cheeks, you couldnât help but smile, though making eye contact was becoming increasingly more difficult. âAhhâŚâ you mumbled, not entirely sure how to reply.
At that moment, between the late hour and alcohol starting to cloud your mind, you caught yourself nearly forgetting that the man in front of you was no longer the little boy you used to babysit. That tightness presenting itself in your chest usually only appeared when you were being flirted with. Surely thatâs not what was happening here⌠couldnât be.
âWell I think that thatâs pretty common, for boys to have crushes on their babysitters. Itâs like a right of passage or something,â you said dismissively. âTotally normal and they always grow out of it.â
âNot alwaysâŚâ Chris admitted quietly.
âHaha, very funny.â Leaning forward, you picked up your drink again, doing everything you could think of at that moment to ignore that uneasy feeling starting to spread through your body.
Just then, the bartender walked over and slid over the tab, alerting you both that the bar was closing. âOh shit, itâs past 2amâŚâ Chris said after looking at the time on his phone and then over to his security team. Turning his attention back to you âI didnât realize how late it was, and Iâve got an early rehearsal in the morning.â
Shaking your head, you finished the last remnants of your drink. âNo, of course, I canât believe that time slipped away like that.â Chris grabbed his wallet and threw down more than enough cash for the tab and tip before standing and helping pull out your barstool.
âItâs been really good to see you, Y/N,â Chris admitted with a smile, boldly extending his hand out to run down your arm. âLike, really good.â
Blushing yet again, you nodded and faced him. âYeah⌠I canât believe how youâve grown up. Iâm really proud of you,â you replied with an upturn in the corner of your lips.
âFully grown now,â Chris confirmed, trying to emphasize to you that he was no longer a kid.
âSo it seemsâŚâ you nod lightly, but Chris speaks again before you could continue.
âHow long are you in town? Can I see you again tomorrow?â His eyes are intent, focusing on you. Â
âUm⌠we are here for one more night. But youâve got another show and I am sure youâre busy..â
âNo, I mean it. Can I meet you back here tomorrow night after the concert?â Chris is almost pleading with you by this point.
Something inside of you was warning you that this seemed like a bad idea. Youâd always loved Chris, but this was feeling very different and you hadnât felt this nervous in way too long. âI really donât want to be a bother to you,â you attempted, trying to dissuade him from pushing.
âIs your phone number still the same? Iâll call you when Iâm free tomorrow to see?â You could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasnât going to let this go.
With a sigh, you nodded your head in defeat. âYeah, itâs the same. We can play it by ear.â
Finally he dropped his shoulders and a smile crept back up his face. âGreat. Let me at least walk you to the elevator.â Â
âAlways so chivalrous,â you teased, taking a step forward towards the hallway. As you began to move away, Chrisâ hand lightly landed on the small of your back. The small gesture caused your breath to catch, the feeling way more intimate than it should be.
Once you made it to the double doors, Chris dropped his hand finally and reached out to push the button to call the elevator before turning back to fully face you. âIâm so glad that you and Mia came to the show. It was a really nice surprise. Especially after all this time.â
At this point you were hyper aware of how close he was standing to you, and internally you were trying not to overanalyze his every move. He was just being polite.
âYeah, totally worth it. I canât wait to go back to work next week and brag to the interns about the fact that I had drinks with the leader of Stray Kids,â you said with a smirk, trying to diffuse the situation. Poorly.
Hearing the elevator ding with its arrival, you glanced over to it before looking back at Chris. âThank you again for meeting me tonight.â He murmured as he began to lean in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Â
Hesitantly, you lifted your own and placed your arms around his shoulders, dropping one hand to his back, where you couldnât help but feel the defined muscle beneath it. From where you were standing, it was impossible not to truly notice how powerful his body had become; no longer scrawny and unsure, but strong and confident.
âOf course,â you mumbled back in response, moving your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, leaning back a little bit, trying to gain some distance between the two of you. Looking back up to his face, you were about to say goodnight whenâŚ
Chris took a deep breath and whispered âfuck it,â mostly to himself, before he quickly leaned back in and pressed his lips against yours. It was chaste, and soft, and shocking.
Lifting both of your eyebrows in surprise, you placed both of your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back a little bit, âwhoa thereâŚâ you said quietly, looking at him like heâd lost his mind.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, struggling to make eye contact again. âIâve just wanted to do that since I was 8 years old,â he laughed quietly, moving his hand to rub the back of his neck.
Dropping your left hand, the right one trailed down his arm to his hand. Giving it a reassuring squeeze, he lifted his head to look at you with a sheepish grin on his face. âGlad you got that off your chest, and now you can move on past that silly crush,â you laughed, trying to diffuse the awkward moment.
The elevator doors began to close again, and you quickly stepped forward, sticking your arm out to get the motion sensor to reopen them. Looking back to Chris, you gave another weak smile and stepped into the elevator, forcing the distance between you again. âGoodnight Chris, and thanks for the drinks.â Â
He nodded his head in reply, quietly mumbling âyeah, goodnightâ giving a light wave of his hand before the doors closed, forcing physical separation between the two of you.
Chris stayed there for a moment, shifting his gaze to the floor, his mind beginning to run circles. While you tried to make light of his crush, he knew for certain that it was not going to go away that easily.
Turning back to his security detail and towards the front door, Chris made a decision right then and there that he was more determined than ever to prove to you that he was no longer the boy next door.
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Background on you and stalker bsf! Eren's relationship
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Twenty three years, thats how long you knew Eren at this point. He was still that weird bug obsessed annoying little kid. The only reason the two of you became friends was because mikasa was best friends with both of you a the same time so hangout naturally included you more and more often. At first it was just cute little puppy love for him. A small crush that parents ay that kids get that will go away eventually. The problem is that it never went away. Ever since you guys were just ten years old the poor boy had feelings for you.
How could he not? You were always so sweet to him, treating him like he was the only person that mattered. So many days he spent in your room with you, crying into your lap when his depressive episodes got so bad that all he could do is cry into bed. Not wanting to eat, bathe, nothing but stay in bed. You were there when he got in fights with his father and Zeke and would refuse to go home because he didnât want to see them. You did everything for him that a lover would without even realizing it. He fell first and he fell hard. Every thought about being with someone was always about you.
Now as teens the two of you were quite curious and ended up being each others first kiss, and thats when his obsession started. When your plump lips met his for the quick second his heart man there melted in his chest. He craved a taste of you since then. Doing anything he could to get remnants of you. Stealing your lipglosses, drinking after you so that his lips met where yours was on your straw, and more commonly between you two now getting âdrunkâso he could steal kisses while you cared for him.
Now at twenty seven his feelings took over a common sense the man had. Everything he did was for the validation of you. It was almost- no, it was pathetic. Whenever you are around he will look for you for validation. The man as popular as he was after blowing up on social media for his writings and singing skills and staring on multiple reality shows was insecure as hell. He always had been. It got better as he became an adult but he still struggled to come to terms with if heâs doing the right thing when he makes decisions because he fucked up so many times as a teen. You had yet to steer him wrong either so he had no reason to not trust the love of his life- his best friend.
He was so desperately in love with you and he needed you to figure that out. All these years and all he wanted was you all to himself, but that stupid fucking boyfriend of your was blocking you from being all Erens. Not for long though. He was gonna get him out the picture.
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okay i've had this thought brewing for a while and i think you're the only writer who would do it justice!
reader meets jason again post-lazarus pit and he's amazed by how different reader is look-wise. reader was a teenager the last time they saw jason and now as an adult they've gotten a more "adult" body. reader is curvier, fleshier, no longer as lean as they were as a teen and is a bit self conscious about their body. but it drives jason wild to see his old crush all grown up into this mature body, hell he's changed a lot too. but yeah i feel like jason would be so body positive and full of praise đЎ
decided to combine this with a request i got for this prompt: 8) we share the bed because this is what weâve done since we were kids, regardless of the adult implications now. i so agree with you anon, i think jason would be simultaneously body positive and absolutely FERAL for his old/current crush ;)
jason todd x gn!plus-sized!reader. reader used to work with the bats and is best friends with jayjay. reader is insecure and speaks poorly about their body. jason does NOT like that and desires you carnally! wahoo! suggestive content but no outright smut.
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You haven't been in Jason's room in five years.
Alfred's kept it pretty much the same. Same books on the shelves, same Gotham Knights sweatshirt Dick gave Jason for his birthday. The curtains are the same shade of maroon, and the left one has a tear from when you played with a batarang. Jason had covered for you and was grounded for a week.
You flip through a dog-eared copy of The Three Musketeers. A few of the pages have underlining in pencil. You trace them with your finger.
The door creaks open. You look up.
Jason freezes in the threshold. His wrist is bandaged and you can see stitches on his forehead. You frown.
"Hey." You set down the book and go to him, offering your shoulder for him to lean on. "You okay?"
Jason sighs, ignoring your shoulder. "Who called you?"
"What d'you mean? We're psychically linked, Jay-Jay. I sensed that there was trouble afoot in Gotham City."
"Uh-huh. That didn't work when you tried to convince the old man I needed a puppy because you psychically divined that it knew me in a previous life."
"You and that Terrier were soulmates and I'll hear nothing of the contrary."
You take Jason's arm, despite his protests that he can "make it two feet to the bed." He lays down, trying to hide how his arm twinges in pain. You slip in beside him.
Jason's a lot bigger than he was the last time you shared a bed. Well. You both are. You roll over so you're facing him, squished against his side. You pull your leg up, suddenly self-conscious about everything Jason might be able to see.
Jason is warm. He's warm and big and solid and good God, you've missed him.
Your best friend is also fucking gorgeous and you really want to kiss him, but, uh. Ignoring that. You're very practiced at ignoring the urge to kiss Jason.
"Thanks for comin'."
The light is still on, casting a soft orange glow across Jason's features. He glances at you, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. You can count all the freckles on his nose, this close.
"I'll always come when you call, Jay," you say. "Well, when Dickie calls. Said you got a concussion."
He turns his head, sighing at the ceiling. "'S not a big deal. Mild concussion. Leslie said I'll be fine in a week, but we all know that's code for two days."
"Yeah, I don't think so. You bats really are birds of a feather."
"How dare you. 'M nothing like those wackos."
"Sure, buddy. Keep lying to yourself. You brought me in all those years ago for a little normalcy."
"My mistake," Jason says.
He gets thwacked with a pillow for that. It fluffs his curls. He grins at you.
You tuck in closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. Jason turns his head so his cheek rests on the top of your head.
"You can have the bed," he says.
"Don't be a silly goose."
"'M gonna go home anyway."
You scoff. "Not like this, you're not."
"Been worse for wear."
You roll your eyes. "How are you gonna ride your bike with a hurt wrist and a concussion, genius?"
"Please, babe. The real question is how will I sneak past Alfred?"
"I'm a babe, now?"
Jason half-smiles. "Always were."
"Liar. Can you imagine me in a Batsuit again? Exactly, you can't. I simply don't have the bod for it."
"Hey." Jason reaches down and gently pinches your thigh. "Why ya doin' that?"
"Doing what?"
"Talkin' bad about yourself. Don't do that. 'Sides, it ain't true."
"Jaybird." You level him with a look. "Be serious. I know you're my best friend and you have to say that, but c'mon. I've seen the hotties you work with. Hell, I've seen Bruce and Dickie."
Jason's face twists in disgust. "Do not call my dad and brother hot."
"Okay, fine. I've seen you."
His brows rise. "What?"
"What, what?"
"Are you... callin' me..."
You snort. "Duh. Have you seen yourself? You've always been cute, Jason. If you didn't have the demeanor of a honey badger, you'd be fending off marriage proposals left and right from the Gotham public. You've always been the prettier one of us, Jay-Jay."
Jason's quiet. You keep going.
"Anyway, neon's never been my color, and it seems like that's a pretty immovable requirement these days. Like, I get Clark's trying to be seen from space but he doesn't get bloated. And the Spandex? Goodness graciousâ"
"Y'really see yourself like that?"
Jason's staring at you with a wrinkled brow, mouth set.
"Like what?"
"Like you're not pretty? Like I'm too good for ya?"
You prop your head up on your arm. "You've always been too good for me, Jason Todd."
"That's just not true. And you're fuckin' beautiful, so stop sayin' that shit."
You blink. "Jay, c'monâ"
"No. It's true, so stop. You're the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure to know, and if anybody's gettin' proposed to, it's you."
"Jason." Your face is on fire. Why did you open your mouth? "Stop. It's fine. So I'm different; my body's changed and shit. I'm not an athletic vigilante anymore. My thighs have, like, their own zip code. It's my own fault. I didn't keep up the training and whaaâ!"
In one fluid motion, Jason's rolled you onto him. Your legs straddle his waist. You catch yourself on his shoulders, then begin to scramble off, burning with embarrassment.
"Sorry, I'm heavy, you're injuredâ" you babble, picking up your leg.
"Will you quit?" Jason keeps your leg exactly where it is, tenderly stroking your ankle with his thumb. "Actin' like I'm made of whipped cream."
"You're concussed."
"Mildly."
"Stop, Jason. Please. You don't have to do this to-to prove a point. I get it, I won't talk bad about myself."
Bit hypocritical, considering some of the stuff you know for a fact Jason believes about himself.
But this is humiliating, your extremely attractive, crime-fighting best friend pretending that you haven't totally let yourself go all to bolster your ego.
"Nah, I don't think you get it," Jason says conversationally. His hand creeps under your shirt. You squirm. "I really, really don't think you get how fuckin' gone I am for ya."
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah. Now, that's my fault, never sayin' anything. I was being cowardly. So lemme make it clear for ya, sweetheart."
His hand leaves your ankle and pulls your face to his. And then Jason kisses you.
"You're concussed," you whimper against his mouth. "Jason, you'reâ"
Jason laughs, low and sweet. He strokes the side of your face. "I could have amnesia and I wouldn't forget the fact that I've been in love with my best friend since I was fourteen."
"Are you sure you don't want me to move? I canâ"
"No way. Y'know how long I've wanted you on me? Shit, I sound like a creep, thinking 'bout you like that, butâ"
Jason rolls you both onto your sides. He hefts your leg over his, so you're slotted between each other. Then he kisses your neck, mouth hot and desperate. You gasp, belly swooping.
How long have you wanted this? How long did you believe you'd never feel this way about another person after Jason?
"I can promise you," Jason says, breathing hard against your skin. "You're a knockout. You knock me out. And I'll knock out anyone who says otherwise."
You huff and get a little braver, kissing Jason and returning him onto his back. He grins, sharp and hungry. He wants you. There's no doubt.
"I still think you're concussed," you murmur, letting him feel up your shirt. "But lucky for you, I have the utmost sympathy for poor, bedridden bats."
Jason hums, grunting when your teeth scrape his ear. "Oh, I've always known I was the lucky one, having you."
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What if Viktor was more than a Yandere, he was a pervert with the reader, and the reader was a very oblivious person. Note: Viktor and the reader are not in a relationship, and the reader only sees him as a friend.What could possibly happen? To our innocent and oblivious reader...
THE PERVERTED GENTLEMAN - VIKTOR X READER



synopsis: you and Viktor have been friends for as long as you can remember. You used to have the biggest crush on him, but you realized he'd never like you back; always so focused on his work. So you let the feelings go, but a teeny tiny bit is still there. Viktor's a total gentleman, you wouldn't think so if you knew what was going on inside his headâŚ
warnings: perverted!viktor, obsessive!viktor, yandere tendencies, stealing items, lack of personal space, oblivious!reader, Grammarly as my beta
genre: m/f or m/m
p.s. I know it was said R only sees V as a friend but c'mon⌠if I was his friend id have a massive crush on him, and I assume ppl who read this got a crush on him as well. So we had a crush on him in the past in this, and still hold a sweet spot for him

You and Viktor have been friends for as long as you can remember. You always stuck by one another, like you were glued at the hip. You two were together for every milestone.
Obviously Viktor was a cute kid, and he grew into a very pretty teen, into a handsome man. You had the biggest crush on him growing up, you'd write about him in your diary like a lovesick fool in those romance novels you'd read. Eventually, when you hit your mid-twenties, the crush faded. You still hold a tremendous soft spot for him, the crush lingering in the back of your mind, but you'll never act on it.
Viktor's a man of science, married to his work. If you can't have him romantically, you'll make damn sure you can keep him platonically.
If only you had the ability to look inside his mind. Read his thoughts and opinions. You can read him incredibly well, but his mind is a puzzle you're aching to solve.
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Viktor has loved you since he understood the concept of love.
You're his person, you always have been. When other kids ignored or made fun of Viktor, you stood up and fought back. You kept him company, you were interested in his contraptions. Youâre perfect.
Not to mention how wonderful you are as a person. How beautiful. A cute kid, a pretty teen, a stunning adult.
Viktor has always been possessive over you. His hands on your shoulder, your back, your waist, your hips. Sharing a bed to sleep, sharing clothes, gifting you items to wear. His favourite one is a necklace with a V charm on it. You never take it off, and it makes Viktor smirk every time he sees it on you.
He has swippy hands. Items heâs⌠borrowed and never plans to return. A shirt here, a half-full bottle of your favourite fragrance, hair ties, chapstick, his most cherished item is a pair of your underwear. Itâs soft, black, and cozy. One day you came over after a rainstorm and Viktor insisted you shower, as to not get a cold. He put your clothes in the dryer and fibbed that⌠the undies got lost. So he gave you a pair of boxers to wear instead.
You didnât question him, didnât even think he may be a dirty little pervert that stole your undergarment. You just smiled and took the boxers without any hesitation.
Viktorâs wanted you for what seems like a millennia. Youâre in his thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies. If heâs not working, heâs thinking of you. It infuriates him.
Everything comes to a head when Viktor comes over to you house one day, and snoops in your room, finding your old diary.
Pages upon pages of unconditional love and lust is poured out into the book. Viktor feels his heart racing as he reads more and more of your love and untameable lust regarding him.
He doesnât stop reading when he hears you enter the room and gasp. He doesnât stop reading when you start to plead with him to give the diary back.
He just casually closes the book when heâs done and looks at you with a smirk.
He sees you gulp as you look down, unable to look him in the eye.
He feels like a spider who finally got their prey into their web.
Viktorâs gonna fulfill his fantasies, and heâs gonna make sure it ruins you for anyone else.
You are his after all.
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Heâd be one of the only men Iâd be okay with perving on me. If he asks nicely, Iâll even pose for him â¤ď¸
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Gravity Falls is a coming of age series at is core about growing up but also mainly about how we grow up.
This is represented through the Pines twins protagonist duo: Dipper and Mabel. These two characters have what could be consider almost opposite approaches when it comes to realizing that they are getting older and their problems and world are changing as well.
For Dipper, we constanly see him trying to rush to adulthood. He usually tries to hide things that could be considered childish or foolish to enjoy such as it is the case of disco girl or going trick and treat with his own sister. ( "Dipper vs. Manliness" and "Summerween"). He often tries to pretend to be older and lie about his age to get the approval of older teenagers, like trying to go to teen parties. ("The Inconveniencing"-"Summerween").
Dipper thinks that he is as mature as a young adult, and in some ways he is, but in other ways this line of thinking makes do very foolish, reckless and even dangerous things- the opposite of being immature. This mainly shows when it comes to his crush on Wendy, someone who is clearly older than him and out of his league. A good part of his arc in Season 1 is about how he tries to impress Wendy without still fully understanding that he is still a kid and he is too young for her.
From what has been touched on the ¨Book of Bill¨, this behaviour may come from Dipper seeing an ugly argument from his parents that he wasn't supposed to listen to and this left a clear impact on him to the point he often has nightmares about it at night. Maybe he came to the conclusion that he has to ¨mature¨ and be more independent since he know there is something bad going on between his parents. However, it takes him time to understand that he can't become an adult overnight and is something is going to take him some years before doing so.
On the other side of the spectrum we have Mabel. In contrast to her brother Dipper, Mabel mostly has her mind occupied with things that have to do more of her age: Reading magazines and books, boy bands, playing with animals like it is the case with Waddles, ect. She isn't in a rush to be a grown up and chooses to live more in the present.
That's not to say that she doesn't have her own moments of insecurities like feeling she isn't as intelligent as Dipper ("Little Dipper") or trying to pretend to be an adult ("Boss Mabel"). Still, she doesn't seem she has this same necessity to hang out with the older teenagers or hide her interests as much as Dipper does. She is has less issus with acting silly or ¨childish¨ in front of others.
Mabel's main problem would be she wants to avoid growing up or remain in this more childhood state. While it doesn't get the same exploration as Dipper- at least not more until later in the show- Mabel is afraid of growing up and the problems that can come with it. In "Summerween" is where we see parts of this idea of wishing to be a child longer, explaining to Dipper that that was the main reason she wanted for the two of them to go treat and trick together.
What really hits Mabel is when she gets this really bad impression of what is like to be a teenager in "Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future". She gets very scared of growing up and what could happen to her. She wants things to remain the same and for the summer to last longer. This desire- along with other factors that made her feel like her world was crashing down around her- she got tricked by Bill possessing Blendin and telling her that he was going to ¨grant¨ her wish in exchange of Stanford's interdimensional rift device.
This makes her being trapped in fantasy world where she ¨never has to grow up¨. Everything is cute and smiles, bad things don't happen and she doesn't have to worry about any serious changes... But she realizes that this world is fake and that at some point she has to grow up and that things can't always stay the same.
Part of me wonders, that in spite of not having seen that terrible argument that Dipper did, Mabel is aware that something is going on with her parents and tries her best to ignore it. I think she may be scared things changing in her family after the summer ends- maybe more fights or one of her parents leaving- this gives some hindsight to some of her issues in the show.
By the end of the show and Dipper and Mabel's character arcs we have two important lessons about growing up: One is that things are constanly changing and growing older is inevitable but we don't have to rush it and maturity comes with time and learning about new things in live. It is important to live in the present while also realizing that there are going to be changes from time to time, from good to bad, but that doesn't mean it will be the end of the world if it happens. That is just part of life.
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Ava's going pro
Lucy Bronze x Bronze!daughterOC

Summary: Lucy was a teen mom and her 17 year old daughter tells her she's signing her first professional contract with Barcelona
It's set in Janurary 2024
Tags: fluff
Word count: 5k
A/N: I've posted this on AO3 before, but decided to start posting here
Ava made two cups of tea and came up to Lucy, who was sitting on the couch and reading a book. Probably something she would recommend to her later.
"Mom? Can we talk?" She didn't even know why she was so stressed about it. It's not like her going pro was something they never talked about. It's just that everyone always assumed she would finish high school first.
Lucy put down her book, patting the seat beside her, for the teenager to take. "Sure. What is it? A new coming out? You're straight? You're trans? You know you can always tell me, it's not like it would change anything in the way I love you." Lucy was never good with talking about serious subjects, so when she felt one coming, she rambled before Ava could even bring up the topic. "Please tell me you're not pregnant. Please don't make the same mistakes I did. I mean, you're not a mistake. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me..." She would have probably been rambling forever if she wasn't interrupted.
"Mom! Stop! Please. I'm not pregnant. You've been teaching me about safe sex and using protection since I was 13 years old."
"Well you know it's good to teach your kid about protection when they're younger than you were, when you got pregnant with them. It's the first rule of being a teen parent.â Lucy got pregnant when she wasnât even 15 yet. She was deep in denial, trying to convince herself that she wasnât a lesbian. Dating an 18 years old boy however, ended with her accepting that she had no interest in boys. 2 months after breaking up with him, she found out she was gonna be a single lesbian teen mom. âAnd it's good that you're not pregnant. There's already enough people living in this house."
"And who's fault is that?" Ava laughed at her mother and was thankful for her deflection. Being bad at talking about serious subjects was definitely genetic.
"Hey! You said you were okay with my poliamory."
"Yes mom, I'm great with it and I like both Keira and Ona. Can we stop talking about sex and relationships now, and talk about the important thing I have to ask you?"
Lucy sighed, getting herself ready for anything her daughter could throw at her. While Ava took a sip of her tea, the footballer decided it would be safest to put her cup down on the coffee table.
Ava took a deep breath to psyche herself up.
"How would you feel if I played with you on the team? Like, if I signed with Barca?" Her fingers seemed surprisingly interesting in that moment.
"Well, I already assumed that it would be Barça you would be signing with when you go pro. By why are you asking me now? You still have over a year of school left."
"So about that... you remember how some of us from the B team have been invited to train with you a week ago?" She hesitantly looked up at Lucy, and only continued when she saw her nod her head. She was surprised that the only thing she saw on her mom's face was curiosity, which gave her a boost of confidence. "Jona approached me and offered me a first team contract, since my contract for the B team is ending. He said that the details could be discussed when you agree."
Lucy's smile grew as her daughter kept talking. When she finished, she pulled her into a bone crushing hug.
"That's wonderful that they noticed you honey. I don't think you should be asking me for permission. You're almost an adult and I think it's your decision, but I would be thrilled to play beside you.â She took Avaâs face in her hands and directed her to look her in the eyes. âIâm so proud of you. Itâs like yesterday you were barely walking and already kicking a ball, and now youâre 17 and signing a contract with the best club in Europe.â She kissed her daughterâs forehead and let go of her face, trying to hide the tears filling her eyes.
So many years of doing her best at raising Ava, having the serious conversations when they were needed, yet she still couldnât hold herself together. Immense pride filled her every time Ava achieved something new and she couldnât control her emotions.
âI just want to be sure, that youâre ready for it.â The teenager stayed calm, as if it was her whos kid was about to sign a lifechanging contract, not the other way around. âEveryone will find out that you have me. The fans will know how young you had me.â
âIâve had years to learn how to deal with the fans.â Lucy couldnât get used to how mature her daughter has become. âHow about we deal with it the good old Bronze way?"
âTell no one and see how that goes for us? Sounds good to me. I wanna see people freak out and try to figure out our connection. My old teammates would always freak out about things like that. Theyâd create all of those speculations and conspiracy theories and I couldnât say anything.â
Thatâs when they knew the conversation was over. Both Bronze women laughing and already turning on the TV, to watch another episode of Station 19.
When Keira and Ona came home a few hours later, there was a celebratory dinner waiting. Lucy didnât let Ava help with any of the cooking and didnât even let her set the table. âWeâre celebrating you, so go sit down and put some music on.â She said, when the teen came asking what to do.
Ava was a big music fan and making hours long spotify queues and playlists was something she loved doing. Finding new music and then sharing it with her family was kind of a hobby for her.
âWhat is that smell?â Ona asked Ava, when she came up to greet her with a hug.
âI donât know, she wouldnât let me help, or even enter the kitchen.â Ava shrugged. âBut if I was guessing from the smell, I would say sheâs making my favourite lemon and chilli shrimp.â The smirk on her face told then, that she knew that was exactly that.
âLucy! Why didnât you let your kid help you with dinner?â
âItâs a special occasion! Weâre celebrating her. I canât let my daughter cook her own celebratory dinner.â When the two younger women heard that, Ona turned to look at Ava, while Keira turned to Lucy.
"What did you do?"
âLucy! You werenât supposed to encourage violent behaviour!â
They both said it at the same time and this time Lucy smiled sheepishly, like she actually had something to be ashamed of.
To be honest, the last time Lucy made a celebratory dinner for her daughter, was when Ava beat up a homophobe. When she picked her up from school, she told her teachers she would deal with her at home, but instead made a whole day celebrating her. She had to face a scolding from both her girlfriends that day.
âI didnât do anything!â Ava lifted her hands in surrender.
âYes you did. You are incredible.â Lucy said to the teenager and then turned to her girlfriends. âWeâll tell you as we eat.â They moved to the dining room and she grabbed an already opened bottle of white wine. âAva? Do you want some?â
Lucy preferred for Ava to learn to drink responsibly under supervision, than for her to go out and learn it by drinking irresponsibly. She knew that her going out to drink with friends was inevitable, but she wanted for her to know how the alcohol affects her beforehand.
They finally sat down and Lucy distributed the shrimp (Ava was right) equally for everyone. As Ava started eagerly eating her dinner, Ona and Keira looked at Lucy expectantly. They were still sceptical, not sure if what they hear will actually be positive.
âSo whatâs the news?â Ava put down her fork, to tell them, but Lucy was faster.
âThe details have not been discussed with the club yet, but Ava told me today, that she was offered a full senior team contract from Barca.â Both women who just heard the news stood up and wrapped the teenager in a tight hug.
âThey said to discuss it with mom and then weâll negotiate the contract. Weâll probably do the negotiations the day after tomorrow, since mom already called them to set it up. And itâs not like I need for them to pay me much, Iâm not planning on moving out anytime soon. I already told mom Iâll contribute to the living costs accordingly, but she told me to save up the money and not worry about it.â
âItâs gonna be so fun to play and train with you!â Ona beamed. âWeâre gonna cause so much mayhem.â She whispered in her ear, so that neither of the responsible adults (mostly Keira, neither of them was sure that Lucy could be called a responsible adult) could hear.
Lucy couldnât believe this was her life. Two beautiful and wonderful girlfriends, who cared for her daughter. Ava starting a professional football career at just 17 years old. All four of them living their dreams in sunny Barcelona.
...
A week later, after Lucyâs morning field practice and Ava skipping out halfway through her school day, they were sitting in a room with a bunch of FC Barcelona officials, some of the coaching stuff. Pen in hand, number 17 shirt with the name A. Bronze on the back, Ava signed her contract. At first Lucy hid behind the cameras, not wanting to be captured by the media team. They also took some pictures with her in them, for later and for private use.
The team had an afternoon gym session that day, that Ava would be joining them on for the first time. They didnât tell the rest of the team, besides the captains, about her contract, so it was going to be a surprise.
When everyone was finally in the gym, starting their workouts, Ava waited out the door with Jona. She was wearing her brand new training gear, with number 17. The coach entered the gym first, telling her to wait outside. He then got everyoneâs attention. It took about 3 minutes, but finally everyone was quiet and looking at him.
âMost of you donât know this yet, but we have a new player joining us, who just signed her contract.â It wasnât surprising to have new people signing, since it was the middle of the January transfer window, and players often joined teams before it was announced.â Before I let her in, Iâm seriously warning you, not to burn the whole training centre to the ground with her involved.â He pointed at the group of younger players. âIâm talking to you.â He opened the door to let Ava enter. âEveryone, welcome Baby England to the team!â
âLucy why is your baby in our gym?!â
âLucy you lost your kid again!â
âA little baby! Can I hold her?!â
âJona! Itâs dangerous to have little kids running around the gym.â
The teasing exploded within the gym, which caused Ava to frown. She tried to look upset, but in reality it made her happy, that she just signed her contract and her teammates immediately accepted her into their group, by teasing her and being annoying. This team was incredibly tight knit, many people bleeding blaugrana (Alexia especially). They were a family, and even though she, as Lucyâs daughter, was kind of already a part of it, now as their teammate she could finally be its actual member.
After about a minute of the room being filled with their teammates voices and laughter, Alexia decided that it was enough of teasing for Avaâs first hour on the team.
âOk idiotas! Leave the kid be and get back to work. Vamos!" When everybody seemed to return to their own devices, Alexia turned to the teen. "Weâre happy youâre joining us Ava and if you ever need anything and want to talk to someone who isnât your mother or her girlfriends, Iâm always there.â
After that, the team got back to their workouts, Jona explaining to Ava what she was supposed to be doing, and leaving them to be looked at by the performance coaching team.
When halfway throughout the session, their phones started to blow up (mostly Lucyâs), they knew that Ava joining the team has been announced to the public, and the mayhem of speculation has started.
The post description stated:
fcbfemeni Weâre happy to announce, finishing her B team contract, U-20 England Lioness Ava Bronze has signed a 2 year senior team contract! Welcome to the family!
âJust so you knowâ Lucy warned everyone. âWeâre not saying anything about Avaâs relation to me. We decided it would be funny to let the fans make up their own theories.â
âIdiotesâ muttered Alexia, but her face was showing nothing but amusement.
Mapi, who was standing next to her, the two doing their rehab exercises together, burst out laughing.
âI think you mean geniuses!â She got a glare from unimpressed Ingrid.
âI canât wait to watch all of the theories on tiktok.â Stated Ava. âOr tumblr. That oneâs crazy, cause most people there are more or less anonymous. Some of you wouldnât survive there.â She laughed to herself, thinking about the fanfics and crazy posts sheâs seen on there.
âYou have to show me.â Stated Mapi.
âI wanna see that.â Jana joined the conversation. âMapi, can we create a tumblr account for you?â
âSiâ She turned to Ingrid, who was already rubbing her temples, with a big grin on her face. âThe kids will teach me the internet.â
âYou guys, back to work, you can talk when we finish.â Alexia went back to her captain self.
...
Three days after Avaâs signing was announced, before they started their evening movie, she was reading speculation posts on social media. She was going through a post comparing her and Lucyâs characteristics, when Keira looked over her shoulder. (Lucy and her girlfriends usually respected her privacy, but now, they became her annoying older teammates, so the privacy went out the window.)
âHow are you feeling with all that social media attention? Did the fact that your private life isnât so private, catch up to you yet?â
âNice try.â The teen switched her phone off. âMy mom is considered one of the hottest female football players, and most of my friends growing up were womenâs football fans. Letâs just say that your friends swooning over your mother, is both hilarious and traumatising.â Keira jumped over the back of the couch and sat next to her girlfriendâs daughter.
âCanât blame them for appreciating how hot she is.â Ava smacked Keiraâs shoulder and the redhead pretended it hurt her. âOkay, okay!â she laughed âWhat was that post about? I saw your face.â
Ava unlocked her phone to show Keira the post she was reading. âWow, theyâre attentive. Iâve lived with you for like half of your life and didnât notice that you have the same facial bone structure as her.â
âMost people assume Iâm her cousin. Some had the right idea, but quickly disputed it, saying that thereâs no way she had me at 15 and managed to go pro a year later. Some people even found some pictures of her with little me.â She scrolled a few posts down, where the post had a picture of the 2009 University of North Carolina soccer team, with little Ava on Tobinâs shoulders. âNo idea how they found it and connected the dots that itâs me."
âSome of those people should work for the FBI.â Keira laughed.
âWho should work for the FBI?â Asked Lucy, coming out from the kitchen into the living area, with two cups of tea. Ona walked behind her, focused on not spilling the tea, from her own two cups, that were filled to the brim.
âSome of the fans found some pictures from your UNC days and connected the dots, that the little kid in them is Ava. Theyâre trying to figure out your connection and some of them are scarily good at it.â Keira explained while the teenager showed them the post on her phone as proof.
With her other hand, Ava took the big cup of tea, that Lucy handed her. She took a sip, gave her phone over to Keira, and stood up to take out their favourite cup coasters from the drawer in the coffee table.
Each of them had their specific coaster.
Keiraâs coaster, had a picture of Leah, that she took against her friendâs will. The England captain then gave her the coaster for Christmas, saying that it was so that she would think about her every time she drank tea at home.
Onaâs coaster had a Manchester United logo on it and she used it simply to annoy her girlfriends and Ava. When Ona moved to Barcelona, Lucy wrote âIs shitâ below the club name. Still, at least she was sure no one in this household would ever use her coaster. She considered putting the United logo on other things she preferred to keep to herself and everyone kept stealing. Like her half a liter cup, that she drank tea from.
Lucyâs coaster was a part of a motherâs day gift she got from Ava. It had a picture of 18 year old Lucy, holding 3 year old Ava, thrown over her shoulder. A colourful Comic Sans writing said the classic âBest Mom Everâ in the middle. She had in made with her aunt Sophieâs help when she was 11, and Lucy never stopped using it since she got the gift.
Avaâs coaster had a quote from Avatar: The Last Airbender. It said âSick of tea? Thatâs like being sick of breathing!â She had a matching tea cup, that had Uncle Irohâs face on the other side. The teenager watched the show, from start to end, at least three times, so when she saw the set in a store, she couldnât resist buying it.
Like always, it took them 15 minutes to decide on the film they would be watching. They settled on rewatching Oceanâs 8, since all of them loved it. The hot cast wasnât discouraging either.
They situated themselves on the L shaped couch. Lucy and Ona sat next to each other, on the wider but shorter part of the lounge. Ava, laid across the longer part. Her head in Lucyâs lap, her legs on Keiraâs knees.
It may have been a great movie, but Ava has seen it multiple times already, so despite Cate Blanchett in suits being on the screen, with her momâs fingers running through her hair and Keira lazily drawing patterns of her bare legs, she was asleep halfway through it.
When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself in her own bed. It was like nothing changed since she was just 5 years old and Lucy would carry her to bed. She may have not known about the kisses that Lucy left on her forehead, as she tucked her 17 year old daughter, into her bed, but she felt a warm feeling in her chest and knew how much her mom cared about her.
...
Every new signing had to do a media video, to show herself to the fans. So a week after signing her contract, Ava had to come to the training facility an hour before practice started. The media team led her to a seat in front of some cameras, with the training field behind her back.
âSo, we asked fans on social media, to leave questions for you.â One of the media people (Ava didnât remember their name and was too embarrassed to admit it) started. âWe chose some that we thought were most appropriate. That alright with you?â They checked, in case the teen wasnât comfortable with answering questions on camera.
âIâm good.â She was given about ten cards with questions printed on them and smiled. âVamos!â She laughed and the camera stared rolling.
âHi! Iâm Ava Bronze and this is fan questions!â She claimed in fluent Spanish, looking into the camera.
âFirst question is from Mila.â She read from the first card. âHola Mila!â She looked back up at the camera and waved. Then, she looked back down and continued reading. ââWhat is your favourite food?â I love that question, cause I love food. I love things like ice cream and oat cookies, but for food Iâm actually allowed to eat more of than sweets, my favourite is probably one of the only meals I can actually cook by myself, which are shrimps, with lemon, chili and garlic. We usually eat it on special occasions with my mom. She cooked it for me when she found out I was offered a pro contract.â
âNext one is from Reyna. âWhoâs your favourite football player and who did you idolise growing up?â Well, since Iâm a striker, my favourite player is Ewa Pajor. Sheâs incredible and I think sheâs the most underrated player. I got to meet her at the previous champions league final and she was super nice, even though she was sad cause they lost. My dream is to one day learn the bicycle kick from her. As for the players I idolised growing up. Well, Iâm one of the few people my age who mostly watched womenâs football and not the menâs. Another striker, Ellen White was always someone I looked up to. I love Tobin Heath, sheâs brilliant on the ball and her style of play is very similar to Barcaâs tight spaces technique. I was never interested in defending, but I always admired Lucy Bronze.â
âJake asks, âWhat are your hobbies outside of football?â. Well Jake, I have so many we could make a separate video about them.â She laughed, but the media team noted it for another time. âFirst of all, one of my biggest, and most known among friends and family is photography. I love capturing the worlds beauty, without changing anything, just showing it as it is. I love traveling, which is kind of connected with every other hobby. I love hiking, rock climbing, mountain biking and sailing. Also, I listen to music all the time and love going to concerts. All of those hobbies include travel, so does football, so thatâs a good thing.â She was about to go to the next question, but looked up to add one thing. âAlso, I saw the media team taking notes when I said we could make a video about my hobbies, so Iâm sure youâll be seeing more about them in the future.â
âThe next question is from Anya. âWhat do you like about Barca and whatâs your favourite club team?â Well, I have two favourite club teams and one of them is Barca. My mom will kill me for saying that publicly, but my other favourite team is Arsenal. Sheâs not a fan of red English clubs, especially Manchester United and Arsenal. But I love both Barca and Arsenal for similar reasons. Both clubs have this culture of family in football. Like, both of the teams have players who would never leave their team. Their academies are strong and many players grow up to be culers or gunners. Thereâs this loyalty that other clubs often donât have. Like, not only for players but also fans. With other clubs, people are often fans of the footballers that play for them and not as much of the club, but with those two, itâs about more than the football. At least that's my view, even though most clubs have their die hard fan community. Itâs a whole culture of those clubs that people love and I think itâs admirable.â She took a deep breath and looked down at the badge on her shirt. âIâve moved a lot in my childhood, so I never had the opportunity to grow up within one club, but there are people like Alexia and Leah Williamson, who bleed their clubâs colours.â
Ava answered all of the questions given to her and as she was at the last one, she noticed a few of her teammates making funny faces at her, telling her that training was about to begin. She laughed at them and looked into the camera.
âI can see some of my teammates telling me to wrap this up. Thank you for the questions, they were all great and I canât wait to see you all in the crowd soon!â The camera was cut and the media team thanked her and let her go with the other girls.
...
Unlike other girls coming up from the B team, Ava came into the first team in the middle of the season and wasnât there to replace an injured player. The coaches decided to give her two weeks of getting used to playing with the first team in training before they named her on the game day players list. It's not like she had not ever played in the first team before, but it was her first time as officially the senior player.
Her first match was an away game against Sevilla. She started out on the bench, with her mom sitting next to her.
âStop kicking the grass. Youâll leave a hole.â Lucy put a hand on her knee to stop it from bouncing nervously.
âI think Iâm gonna be sick.â Ava said, but her mom knew it was just the stress talking and her daughter wasnât actually feeling sick. âWhat if I trip over my own legs and embarass myself? It has happened before.â
âYouâll be fine. Youâve been doing great in training. Jona wouldnât have put you on the team list if he didnât think you were ready.â She smiled and waited for Ava to look at her. âWeâve talked about it. Youâll probably come on in the 75th or 80th minute for Pina. Youâll do what you do best and rock it out there. Youâre my daughter, youâll do great.â Ava laughed at her motherâs ego, but visibly relaxed.
Just like always, the team was doing great. Pina scored in the 18th minute and they went into halftime with a 1-0 lead over Sevilla.
Around the 70th minute, when Caro and Salma were coming in for Vicky and Esmee, Jona told Ava, Lucy, Patri and Bruna to start warming up. While they were running on the sidelines, three minutes after coming in, Caro scored a goal and they ran to celebrate with the rest of the bench. Not even two minutes later, Mario added her name to the scoreline.
The time for them to come on couldnât come faster and at the same couldnât come fast enough. As she lined up, Ava was starting to panic. She was lined up in front of Lucy and when the ref showed her number in green, she felt her mom kick her in the ass. âYouâll do great. Just go out there and have fun.â
With that, she hugged Claudia, who ran up to her to leave the field. As she entered the game, the whole stress disappeared. Everything went quiet. She had 10 minutes of game time left and she used it wholly.
It was the 89th minute, when Ava found herself at the good end of a beautiful pass from Patri. Without hesitation she took the ball down to her feet, weaved around the last defender and with all her might, kicked the ball into the top right corner. The goalkeeper tried to save it, flying as high as she could, but she just couldnât get her fingers on the ball in time.
Before she could even register what happened, she was being lifted in the air by Patri and surrounded by all of her teammates. âThatâs my kid!â Lucyâs voice came though the ringing in her ears. When she was put down on the ground, she felt Ona put an arm around her and tap her head. âThatâs our wonder kid!â She kissed her on the cheek and ran off, back into her position.
Not much happened after her goal. It was the final minutes, so they just passed the ball between each other, waiting for the final whistle. When it final came, a big smile took over Avaâs face. It was like she was high. Scoring a goal in her first game for the first team, coming out on the field with her mom right behind her. Her momâs girlfriends out there with them. She was surrounded by family and friends. She couldnât believe how great it felt to be there.
...
It was an evening game, so they were staying at a hotel in Sevilla. They didnât even get back to the hotel when Ava got an Instagram notification, that Lucy tagged her in a post. She decided not to look at it, until she was back in her room with Vicky. Her teammates had other plans. âAww, how cute.â âLook at that little face.â âAva, you were so cute as a kid, what happened?â Could be heard through the coach and she had to change plans and look at the post.
lucybronze How proud I am to be your mom. It feels like just yesterday I was becoming a teen mom, I look back a second later and youâre already scoring goals for Barcelonaâs first team. Where did this time go? So proud of you my baby đĽł
The first picture showed a 2 year old Ava kicking a football into a tiny goal set up in Lucyâs parentâs garden. The next one came from an hour before, taken in the perfect moment, when the ball left her foot and was flying towards the goal. There were a few more pictures of Ava playing football through the years, but the first two were most the important.
Five minutes after Lucy uploaded the post, both Bronze women had to put their phones on do not disturb mode, cause they were constantly vibrating with notifications.
While laying in bed, ready to go to sleep that night, she looked back at her day. She was playing football and scoring goals for the team of her dreams at just 17 years old. She had her mom by her side. The team was wonderful. She grew up surrounded by football players and now, she was one of them. This was her dreams coming true.
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young and beautiful
chapter one.
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
cw: age gap, smut, forbidden love, underage kissing and touching,underage drinking, just the first chapter so donât expect much.
masterlist. chapter two.

you didn´t even fully unpacked your bags before wanda calls you, asking you to come to her house as soon as humanly possible, which you happily did, running as fast as you could, seeing her by the garden waiting for you with open arms, you huggged her tightly and you both talked about how you missed each other.
when pietro comes out of her house, smiling, you hugged him too, only then realizing how the boy had grown since the last time you saw him, he looked taller and very much stronger, like he had worked out every day for a whole year, about to debut on a new teen superhero movie.
''damn, pietro...'' you touched his arms out of surprise and he smiled shyly with his cheeks red, after all he was still just a boy.
when you entered the house, following the siblings, you found it just as you remembered, wanda took your hand, leading you to the kitchen to see her mother, who smiles brightly and told you to take a sit, that lunch was almost ready.
''hi, y/n.'' her aunt, natasha, caught your attention with her sultry voice.
natasha had been your first platonic love, you didnât even knew what you felt, but her presence intrigued and intimidated you, when you realized that what you felt was a crush, on a woman, many things changed, but you presumed that was on the past, you werenât a little girl anymore, blushing when your best friendâs aunt gave you any sort of attention, no, you were almost an adult and knew that she was way too old and out of reach to you.
but knowing those things didnât stop your cheeks for reddening up and your voice of becoming shy, noticing her hair grew a few inches longer and now she had some locks died white, she looked even prettier that you remembered, using her characteristic braids.
âhi, n-natâŚâ oh god i really had to stutter? you thought, but that was unnoticed by everyone and natasha just gave you a warm smile.
you spend the rest of your day telling wanda about the news in your life and listening about hers, by night, you watched âthe notebookâ in her laptop just like the old times.
when the movie ended and you wiped your tears, you noticed wanda was already dead asleep, so you adjusted her body better on the bed and closed her laptop, getting ready to leave and go to your grandmaâs. you could spend the night there but pietro always snores in the next room and interrupts your sleep, youâve learned this a lot of summers ago. you smile at the thought of being so intimate with them, feeling lucky for having this kind of relationship in your life, theyâre like family to you.
when you were passing through her garden, you saw natasha on a sun lounger, glass of wine in her hand while she notices you, you heart beats faster with her look, maybe you were still a kid after all.
âhey, y/n/n, youâre going?â you approached her, giving slow steps, unsure if you should gave her the explanation or just wave goodbye.
âyes, i would stay but⌠pietro snores.â you said nervously and she laughed, shaking her head yes.
âhe does⌠you wanna join me?â she offers the glass to you, and you smell the fine wine.
âiâm seventeenâŚâ
âoh, itâs fine, youâre not a small town girl, i bet you drink with your friends in your city all of the time, right? i wonât tell if you donât.â you pondered for a second, that wasnât a lie, youâve drunk a lot of times before, and you had to be out of your mind to deny some alone time with the woman of your dreams, so you sat next to her, accepting the wine and taking a sip.
after that, you didnât even could remember what did you guys talked about, maybe it was about how pretty the moon was that night, maybe it was about the fine wine you were drinking that tasted just like every other wine but natasha insisted that was better, maybe it was your friendship with wanda and pietro but, you spent the next 40minutes drinking and talking with her, and adult talk, no bullshits like howâs school going came out of her mouth, and you felt for a second or two that you had a chance with her.
when natasha drove you home - which she insisted - you were drunk and messy, but she was still sober and talking to you the whole time.
âyou know pietro likes you, right?â she asked, just a few seconds after parking.
you looked at her like she was crazy, pietro was like your little brother.
âwhat? no! no way, heâs like a brother to me.â your voice was a little altered but you didnât even notice, the alcohol in your brain couldnât let you.
âhe does, he worked out the entire year just to impress youâŚâ this caught you completely off guard and you needed a moment to process this, which must have lasted a few minutes because natasha cuts off the silence. âdo you like him? or⌠you have a boyfriend in your city?â there was something different in her voice, a different type of interest.
âi donât have anyone.â you answered, looking into her eyes and watching a smile form into her lips, suddenly, a wave of courage came into you. âi.. i like someone, actually.â
âyeah? who?â
âuhm⌠itâs dumb, theyâre older and probably thinks iâm just a stupid kiddo.â you were still with your eyes locked in hers, and by the time you both knew whatâs the subject.
âmaybe you have to tell them, so youâll know how they feel about you.â natasha was having way too much fun at this flirt little game with her nieceâs friend, it made her feel like a teenager again, and god, she missed this.
at this point you werenât thinking about your perfect friendship with wanda or about natashaâs age, you couldnât even mind if you looked stupid and pathetic for her, you were just too focused and involved to even care.
âhow do you feel about me, natasha?â her name rolled off your tongue so softly, and in seconds she was mesmerized, the confident drunk girl that was in front of her, with your glassy eyes looking up and your dress - that was already short - hiked up your thighs, barely covering anything, couldnât be the little girl she saw playing with her niece in the lake a few years ago, no, you werenât a girl anymore, you were a woman - she told herself.
âi feel like i really want to kiss you⌠but i wonât, unless you ask me to.â her lowly voice sounded like angels sound to you, and without a second thought you took impulse with your body, getting up in the car and then passing your leg through her thighs, suddenly straddling her lap with your faces so close that you could feel her breath heavy on your cheek. âgodâŚâ
thatâs all natasha managed to say before you lock your lips in hers, sharing the taste of the wine, letting your tongue explore her mouth, too focused on the feeling to even realize that this moment was really happening.
her warm hands caressed your thighs, going up to your waist, and when she bit your lip you almost rode her thigh involuntarily, but you didnât, instead, you just touched every part of her that your hands could reach, her hands, her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her hair, it was like you just needed to touch her, and you felt she thought the same about you, when her hand reached under your dress.
ânatashaâŚâ you pulled out of the kiss, breathless and nervous, but not regretful. âiâve never done that.â you smiled, thinking she would be happy to be your first.
âwith a woman? or⌠with anyone?â when you confirmed to her you were a virgin, suddenly she sounded guilty and her hand got back at your thigh. âi canât do it⌠youâre drunk⌠iâm sorry.â
she kept saying about how this was wrong and how she could never make a special girl like you losing your virginity like this, it made you sad because you wanted to, but you also thought about how gentle and respectful she was.
but you begged her to do something, anything, to relieve your feeling down there, needing her, anything more than just a kiss, just to keep touching you. your pleads sounded so needy, your doe eyes, impossible to resist, you innocence and yet your desperation made you look so cute to her eyes, and in a second her hand found the hem of your dress, pulling it down, revealing your breasts.
that was the moment you saw her eyes brightened as she stares at your chest hungrily, whispering how beautiful you were before closing her mouth around of your nipples. you tugged her hair, surprised by how sensitive you were, your hips rolled on her thigh, creating a friction at your clit, wasnât the ideal, but felt good.
âyou taste so good, i canât believe iâm doing this with you.â she said, muffled by your skin. she couldnât believe it? you couldnât believe it! that was the most impossible thing you could think of, that was like imagining your life if everything was different, this was like daydreaming at a boring class, that wasnât the type of thing that happens in reality, but it did.
you entered home with your panties dripping that night, with your sandals in your left hand and with your mind on what happened, knowing that your whole life would change forever the next day, because something that doesnât happen, happened to you.
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jayroy childhood unrequited love to mutual disaster adults AU
au where dick and roy are only a couple years older than jason when he gets adopted and starts living in the manor and his older brothers super cool friend comes and hangs out sometimes. jason has a massive crush on roy and deals with it like any 13 year old would, by calling him names and annoying him and dick. bruce pulls the classic parent and tells dick he has to let his younger brother hang out with him and his friends or else he canât hang out at all. âhe just wants to be included in your world dickâ âheâs so weird around roy bruce! he called him a asshead! what even is that!â
jay deals with his crush by pretending it doesnât exist and antagonizing his older brother and his friend and roy asks dick if he did something to piss the younger boy off but dick is just like âno heâs just weird.â
flash forward a couple years and jason has gotten pretty good at pretending his crush doesnât exist and is good at acting normal around roy (lie) when he goes to ethiopia and suddenly no more crushes on older brothers friends. when jason dies roy is there for dick through the mourning of his little brother, he takes care of dick while he regrets never being a better big brother and quietly mourns the young boy who used to call him names and blush whenever roy teased him back.
now, six years later dick has been in gotham pretty much constantly since the sudden entrance of a new crime lord. roy doesnât hear from him much until one day he shows up with a crime lord in tow and is like âroy! meet red hood!â and roy is like â??? the crime lord?â when jason dramatically reaches up and unclasps his hood, bending over to take it off and when he stands back up he dramatically shakes his hair out like a slow motions teen movie, before smirking the smirkiest smirk and reaching a hand out to shake, saying âsup speedy, finally grew out of the tights?â and roy is just like âwho the fuck are you??â
jason is trying to be so cool and impress his childhood crush and suddenly heâs so embarrassed and wants the world to swallow him whole and oh my god his stupid plan to be cool and sexy did not work (little does he know roy is currently just,, roy.exp. has stopped working, that was the most attractive and ridiculous smirk heâs ever seen) and dick swoops in to be like so funny story jason is not dead anymore :D yay!
cue roy having a mental breakdown as they tell him what happened. what do you mean the scrawny kid with gangly limbs who used to follow us around like a lost duckling is now 6â4? wdym your kid brother was with a group of assassins traveling the world and doing assassin training?? wdym your brothers hot now????? wdym heâs taller than me??? which is immediately followed by 200k words of mutual pining as roy thinks jason definitely grew out of his little crush on roy and no way would the cool ex-assassin with the muscle mass to rival batman be interested in him anymore, while jason thinks roy would never see him as anything but his friends kid brother and a nerd and sooo awkward and heâs trying so hard to be nonchalant around roy but heâs soooo chalant. dick is so tired of them being gross and in love with each other while also not being together heâs about to scream
jason: oh yah i've just been *dramatic hair toss * ya know, off traveling the world and training with assassins after i came back to life. nothing big.
roy internally: oh my gof oh my god oh my god oh my god
dick: this is painful to watch. tim put me out of my misery.
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One reason I think the Grinch and Martha May Whovier is a great example of a couple, even if Martha May did not exist before or beyond the 2000 movie, is because it's actually unique for what it is.
Let me explain. Martha was genuinely in love with the Grinch since they were kids and vice versa. Usually, it's one sided. But here, they both adore one another. It was other people's cruelty that divided them and Martha was not on board with anything the other kids said. But being so young, how do you stand up to your peers with a crush?
Second, the protagonist is also the antagonist, but Martha May doesn't see a villain, she sees the Grinch and loves him as he is. She understands his heartbreak upon seeing her getting offered marriage by Augustus but since he's been out of her life, realistically, she doesn't a hundred percent know how to go about admitting it without ridicule. In a way, she doesn't want to hurt the Grinch in front of everyone by admitting it and risk getting him laughed at further. You can argue this is self preservation on her part, but how would you approach a similar position if for the longest time your crush is gone and you've lived among a town that holds you to a standard you built yourself? It's not an easy thing to break even if your heart lies somewhere else.
In retrospect, the Grinch always loves Martha May and has fair jealousy. He acts out because his bully ruined his chance to see through Martha's loyalties. In a way, he's also wrathful that Martha is pressured to never see him as an equal interest.
The final thing that makes me like them as a couple is their age. In the movie, everyone that went to school with the Grinch is around their late 40's-early 50's. How many couples do you see in media fall in love or rediscover their childhood sweethearts at 50?! It's usually their 20's, 30's or going from teen to young adult after one of them moves or something when they were little. Here, everyone is middle aged and they show that even though they are older, they are still in love and can find a way to be together.
I like the 2000 movie's love interest addition because it kind of turns the stereotypical love interest into something that is rebuilt through someone else, that is of course Cindy Lou Who who got them back together. It made the Grinch more dimensional and kind of refreshed the genre a little bit by doing all this. It's my favorite Christmas movie because of the addition of more than just the Christmas greed moral.
#how the grinch stole christmas#the grinch#martha may whovier#augustus may who#cindy lou who#grinch x martha may whovier#christmas time#christmas movies
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