#thank god for my brother and sister in law for helping me with stuff but shit man. this is so much to deal with all at once

[ethereiling]

youd really think thered be a cap for the amount of awful things happening at once but i guess not !!!!!

[tiredfox64]

I was wondering if you could write about Smoke and the reader have already been married and they have kids of their own (2 or 3) and Kuai Liang and Harumi decided to give them a break by watching the kids while Tomas and the reader go on a date night and when they come back they see Kaui Liang and Harumi look exhausted and lost while the kids are being rambunctious? Lol

Never Again, Not Even for Cake

Prior notes: I’ve babysat my niece once. I ended up telling my fiancé my baby fever was gone. Still looking for it. (I’ll get to the other requests soon)

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: A child (no)

Ah yes, life’s pleasures. Fall in love, get married, have yourself a little family, the good stuff. Ah but hey, did anyone tell you have difficult kids could be?

Well, Tomas was a child once, but that doesn’t help. You did come from a large family, that helps. It was like living with bunnies. Even if you were the youngest there was always a cousin, niece, or nephew to help with. So you got the hang of this.

The first were a pair of twins, god help you. Two rambunctious boys who went behind their father’s back and learned smoke magic themselves. They aren’t skilled but they like to use it for pranks. And when they turned five, what do you think happened? That’s right! You fell pregnant again! This time with a baby girl.

So now you and Tomas have a family with a pair of six year old twins and a one year old baby girl. Take a guess, when was the last time you ever caught a break? Long time ago. That’s why Kuai Liang and Harumi stepped up and decided to babysit. That’s what good godparents do. You were a little skeptical since you never really knew how good they were with kids. But they constantly said it won’t be bad, you two need a break, you guys haven’t had a date in a while, etcétera etcétera. You caved, now the lovely couple stands in your home, ready to babysit.

“Are you sure you two can do this? You do realize the twins are sneaky? The little one found out she can grab things now.” You kept blabbering and Tomas had to reassure you.

“My love, I’m sure they will be fine. Kuai Liang helped raise me so I’m sure he can deal with the boys.”

“But-“

“We know the milk is in the fridge we just need to warm it up. She is teething so there are frozen teething toys in the freezer. The boys will eat anything and they like to sit down to watch Power Rangers.” Harumi quickly shut you down by going over some of the key points you told them.

“I still don’t think your use of the television is a great idea when calming the boys down.” Kuai Liang critiqued as if he has any say.

“It’s just a tv, Kuai Liang. Other parents do worse you have no idea.” You snapped back.

“Okay, love, I think we should get going. They look like they can handle themselves. Goodbye! Thank you again!” Tomas thanked his brother and sister in law before dragging you out of the house.

Finally a moment of freedom.

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A simple dinner alone was already a treat itself. Not having to force the twins to sit down, stop fighting, and just eat their food was a relief. Or your baby crying in the middle of the meal and having to listen for a good minute to figure out what she wants. The worst is when she’s just crying for no reason and you can’t do anything but let it pass.

There was none of that. Just you and Tomas having a yummy meal. It took you back to the time when you two were just dating. You could never really sit down since Tomas seemed paranoid he would be caught sneaking out of practice. He’d always scare you by popping out of no where from a puff of smoke. It wasn’t ever a big deal and he’d take your hand to go get some food. You commonly would steal from his plate whenever you could but you would give something back in return. A trade. He was happy to see that you still do that even when you guys are now married. You haven’t changed a bit and he was happy with that. Not even becoming a mother could suppress your personality.

You still look as gorgeous as the day he met you and he still looks so handsome. You never doubted your relationship with him. Never doubted marrying him or having kids with him. This date shows that there is a still a strong spark between you.

Not even when the dinner was done did the date truly end. You guys walked, talked, and laughed together. Never even a mention of the kids. Oh that’s right, the kids.

“It’s getting pretty late. You think we should start heading back? We did tell that that we would be out for three hours.” You suggested.

Tomas took a moment to think about it. Yes, it was getting pretty late. Late enough that the kids might need to be put down for bed soon. But…

“Nope, I think they will be okay with us being out for another hour. It’s not like the kids have anywhere important to be tomorrow so they can stay up late.” Eh, good enough, may the date go on!

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You and Tomas felt more rejuvenated. All smiles and laughter. You even felt good enough to get Kuai Liang and Harumi a whole cheesecake as another thanks for babysitting. You of course had to get the twins their own slice or else they won’t even shut up.

What you didn’t expect is to walk into was pure chaos. Your motherly instincts kicked in the moment you heard the baby crying. A cry of pain, probably the teething. Ah but Harumi looks like she’s in more pain. The baby had a tight grip on her long hair. That’s what you forgot to tell her. The baby yanks so she should put her hair up. Well at least Kuai Liang was safe from that.

…never mind the boys got him. He looked like a shell of his former self. His bun was so close to unraveling. At least nothing was on fire so that means they didn’t trick him into using his powers.

You placed the desserts on the kitchen table before running to Harumi. You forced your baby girl to open her hands and let go of Harumi’s beautiful black hair. It looked all messy now when it’s usually all smoothed down. You opened the freezer door and popped in the first frozen teething toy you could see. Immediately the crying stopped and she was satisfied once more.

Poor Kuai Liang, the twins are yanking at him and asking him to do more tricks. What is it with boys and arson? Tomas came over quickly to yank them off him, holding them by the back of their shirts. Looking around you could see the living room was in shambles.

“What in the world happened here?!” You yelled out.

“Why didn’t you say anything about them using smoke magic?” Kuai Liang asked in a tired voice.

“We told you they were sneaky.” You said.

“That’s not-!” He stopped himself from screaming at you.

Tomas placed both boys down on the ground again before scolding them into apologizing and cleaning the living room up.

“I mean look, you lived. You still have head on your hair,” You pointed at Harumi, “And you still have your sanity in tact.” Referring to Kuai Liang.

That was a lie they look utterly exhausted. Traumatized even. You’ve never seen these two that disheveled before. Hell, not even you looked this way after giving birth to the twins. Though their looks didn’t stop Tomas from asking for something else.

“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids, Kuai Liang,” he pulled his brother in closely to whisper something, “Could you come back next week? I want to take her out again.”

Kuai Liang damn near looked like he would kill his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just took Harumi’s hand and went out the door. They didn’t even take the cheesecake. Oh well! More for the family!

After notes: I’m sorry if this seems disfuncional. I ended up crying during my speech today so I feel off. I’ll be done with this semester soon. Only three weeks to go. Adiós!

[luvlyycy]

h a v e f u n . . . . ! !

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Aftermath, Garou fingered you so hard his wound opened.

MHA — (extremely active)

Dabi's face when he cums.

um, idk questionable stuff?? :

Tomura has cameras in your dorm room.

How Tomura dates you.

college!au:

Late night cuddling with your boyfriend, Tomura.

Tomura's first kiss.

Taking care of Tomura.

Tomura's mommy kink.

Cuddling with Tomura after he games.

Dabi loves giving you princess treatment.

Jacking off Tomura in class

Face-Sitting with the college loser, Tomura.

Maybe that one pathetic guy, is kinda hot. Tomura, right?

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Tricking Keigo into buying food for you !!

DEATH NOTE — (semi-active)

Light helps you understand, killing yourself isn't right .

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Iso N Yoru boyfriend hcs ! (sfw!)

Vampire ! Agents Series —

¹ Yoru — ,

ONE PIECE — (semi-active)

Law n his fucked out gf

Sleepy Bath Sex with Zoro <3

Cocky Law..

Ace makes his gf squirt for the first time .

Sanji barks for you.

'Helping' Zoro work out.

Backshot King : Ace .

Zoro's a ruff fucker .

Sanji loves boobs .

Sanji Eating Pussy Trilogy : 1 , 2 , 3

Mihawk loves to spoil you .

Law cums soooo much .

Katakuri's cock is extremely big .

Ass Eater Ace.

Soft Sleepy Zoro ..

Law fucks like he hates you !

Nami n Robin threesome [wlw]

Zoro Loves the number Three .

Zoro n Sanji eatin u out !

Law Is kinda Pathetic .

Happy Birthday, Sanji .

Sanji Can't keep his hands to himself.

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Law scolds you for eating chocolate.

Law is ugly .. in a pretty way.

Sanji's got a crush,, but you're like him?

Kissing Zoro on the ship.

Ace plays with you hair.

Sleeping with Ace is so frustrating.

Zoro confesses !

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Yuuta's breeding kink (short)

Nyasty Sugu (short)

Jacking off Ino Takuma <3

God, Suguru— It won't fit !

Satoru: The pussy kisser.

Her or Him?? [TojiKuna x Reader // pt 1.]

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Comfort me, Sukuna.

What do your tats mean, Kuna?

Show me your piercings, Kuna?

Why do you wear rings, Kuna?

Face Masks, Kuna?

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What being loved by Lee Chaolan is like.

Claudio .. how I love.

Lee loves pussy.

Eating pussy headcanons .

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Ulquiorra meets you at a college party.

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Ichigo eating pussaayy

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Renji with a girl who yaps !

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A.K.I is good at what she does . .

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2000's Night at the club with Ed!

Ed dating a pink girl .

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Arataki Itto fingers his lil sister !!

Stupid, Childe.. stop teasing.. [college!au]

Nasty, pervert brother — stupid, Childe!!

Sampo n Aventurine: Pussy Killers .

Sampo can't stop eating pussy !!!

Big Bro!Gallagher fingers his lil sister..

Blade's thick cock .

Ugh, Step-Bro!Childe..

Wriothesely n his bimbo .

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Arkham Knight!Jason jacks off.

Hate-Sex with Jason Todd.

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Jason 'Brat Dad' Todd.

Jason comes home at 3AM

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KOF Men × Smutty Scenarios

Domon Kasshu's ears turn red when flustered.

League of Legends Kayn : Backshot Demon .

Hidan's dirty talk.

Having sex with Hidan includes...

Toxic Pokemon Men : Piers , Raihan .

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Venom loves you too.

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Maybe Miguel has a biting kink..

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[dany-is-my-queen]

A Question of Loyalty VI

Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader, Alicent Hightower x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: When dragons of green and dragons of black dance, you have to choose the color that suits you best.

A weary sigh escaped your lungs as the sun set, the remnants of the reddish orange sun fading sublimely.

If Daemon hadn't killed your uncle, you have known what he was talking about. But he took it to his grave, he was in a rage that surely would have been that and not something serious.

You prayed for his soul in the Godswood for he was a member of your family despite his eagerness to bury your father.

“My lady.” A familiar voice came from behind, it was hoarse. “I wanted to thank you for your support back in the Throne Room. I knew you would root for my cause.”

“I didn’t do it for you, Rhaenyra. I did it for Lucerys.” You coldly replied.

“Right, yeah. I still very much appreciate your vote of confidence towards us.” You gave her a once-over.

Rhaenyra had a look of burden all over her, years ago you would ask her what was wrong, then help her to ease her turmoil but now, you just let the silence settle in.

“I want to name her like you.” She spoke, massaging her belly.

“I do not know if I’m worthy of such honor.”

“You are, Y/N.”

“Are you certain she’ll be a girl?”

“I’m counting on it.” You smiled faintly, it didn’t reach your eyes. You tried damn hard to disguise your hurt, the princess read your unreadable thoughts and aimed to grab your hands, out of instinct you recoiled before she could, she jerked back.

“My father is dying. But I noticed that his model city was immaculate. I don't think Alicent cared so much about cleaning it, or sending someone to do it. I thank your for it.”

“It is a sad thing, that the King is in such condition. But Queen Alicent has been seeing to the Realm’s interests. She’s doing her duty to the Kingdoms by ruling them wisely.” Rhaenyra sneered.

“Has she now? She meant to set aside Luke, your brother’s son… how is that doing a good job?”

“My brother’s son…” You mimicked, her gaze piercing as a dagger. “Laenor is dead. Cuckolded, you married your uncle, Rhaenyra. Why?”

“Y/N…—“ Tremendous amount of guilt invaded Rhaenyra, oh how she wished she could come clean about the truth of him.

“He was a far better man than Daemon will ever be. Even Harwin was. How could you?”

“Would you have wedded me?”

“What?”

“You’ve heard me. Would you’ve let me take you as my wife after Laenor’s demise?”

“That’s nonsense…”

“To me it never was, Y/N. With your brother gone, I had to strengthen my line. I had to—“

“You needn’t have to if you hadn’t mothered bastards!” She had no right to be offended, and you didn’t mean ill will towards the lads, she winced angrily for a second before she went softer. You still cared for her, she knew.

“We never tried, Y/N. We could never. I needed heirs, you can’t hold that against me forever.”

“Your line is stronger than ever. You are to be the Queen. I do hope Daemon suffices. I hope he’s gentle to you and treats you right.” You stepped to leave the Godswood, the starry night already hanging on your heads. Rhaenyra’s eyes were narrowed as you walked past her, she nigh stopped you, but she chose not to.

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In the morrow, Helaena randomly chatted about “trivial” stuff while the twins were playing on the other side of the room. You were trying to gain the Her Grace’s attention, hopefully she would walk in and you’d take the chance.

“The old High Septon told my father that king’s laws are one thing and the laws of the gods another, the boy said stubbornly. Children are made in a marriage bed and blessed by the Father and the Mother, but others are born of lust and weakness, he said. The grey-haired man claimed that some are born of love and devotion. Blessed with wisdom and kindness, a rare type. But a type nonetheless.” A queer, uncomfortable perplexity began to invade you as Helaena finished speaking.

“Helaena, do you mind elaborating? Where did you hear this? Or rather, read it. Is it about your sister’s children?” You started interrogating her with dread. She squinted at you with a calm countenance, as calm as midnight waves. “Sweet Helaena…” Clearly with no intention of further elaboration. You wouldn’t want to overstep her boundaries or make her uneasy, as you knew she would get.

You were nonplussed. It was rude of you to decline the invitation made by the King himself, but you couldn't bear to be at the same table with the two women, you couldn't bear the deadly looks, the comments. You couldn't deal with it now that this was unveiled to you.

Your mother Rhaenys was secluded in her chambers to wash the image of Vaemond's head split in two. You couldn't face her, not yet.

You had a hundred questions swirling around, you were bewildered, stupefied. It made sense now, it was clear. Your uncle was about to say that you were born of your father's affair with another woman, Helaena spoke in riddles on the same subject. You've been lied to all your life, you were not a legitimate child... It was too much.

You poured glass after glass, until you emptied the flagon thrice in a row, your head spinning and your movements unfocused. The young princess meant well, she thought you deserved to know the truth. She loved you, why would she made this up?

You were a bastard. You were a fucking bastard. Your father’s been keeping this from you since forever, did your mother.., no, did Rhaenys pretended to love you? No, she did love you. It did make sense now why you didn’t have a resemblance to her, or to any Targaryen, but… you didn’t look like Corlys either.

Who the hell was your real mother? Was she a whore, a noble lady? Did she care? Was she still alive? How did you bond with Silverwing if you were just a simple bastard? Endless questions plagued your mind as you kept on drinking them away, your vision blurred, your heart staggered.

You slurred your way around the Keep, not with a precise destination, barely able to stand on your feet. A pair of vigorous arms caught you.

“Y/N? What happened, why are you like this?” The Princess worriedly examined you. “How much did you drink?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, maybe it was the booze in your system, or your inability to maintain eye contact with the culprit of your many heartaches.

“You skipped dinner with us, so you could get ridiculously hammered?” She nigh yelled at you, seldom did she act like the big woman, but given your state she could not talk softly to you.

“Leaving…— leaving without saying goodbye?” You managed to say.

“We are used to that.” Rhaenyra said back, your legs wobbly, her grip still stable in your waist, she pulled you closer to her.

“Ao gaomagon naejot fuck around rūsīr Harwin no isse these halls, sir rūsīr Daemon. Jāhor ziry mirre mōris?” (You used to fuck around in these halls with Harwin, and now with Daemon. Will it ever end?) You clumsy garbled in Valyrian. Rhaenyra bitterly sniggered.

“Hae lo ao weren't fucking se dāria pār, sepār raqagon ao issi sir.” (As if you weren't fucking the Queen then, just like you are now) She spat. You were wasted, and to be honest had no more vitality to keep on crossing swords with her.

“Let go of me, Rhaenyra.”

She hesitated, fearing that you would fall to the ground as soon as she loosened her grip, but you did not, you steadied your step and walked away from her as quickly as possible. The princess was puzzled, she should have accompanied you to your quarters, she should have, instead she turned to her children and her husband, determined to leave the city at once.

You ended up in front of a familiar wooden door, you thumped dramatically wishing the Queen could spare you some of her time. She did, she was still in her green gown, her locks were messy. She flinched at the sight of you.

“You stink of wine.” She uttered.

You’ve been here before, you remember being here under the same circumstances, and yet you couldn’t stop.

You pushed Alicent back to her bed, in your drunkenness you managed to be careful not to act so rudely.

She gasped, and did no more than contemplate the face of the woman she’s always been in love with. She’s always desired you, yearning to be yours again… she bit her lip rougher to halt herself to devour your inviting, redden lips.

You tucked yourself into the side of her neck, your breathing overflowing with craving. You were still intoxicated, but it was wearing off in a quick pace.

The noise you moaned next came from the depths of you. “Rhaenyra”

Alicent stiffened and fought with all her might to stop her hand from slapping you. Aware of the terrible blunder you had made, you buried even deeper into her, pressing tightly your body to hers.

“Go to her. I wager she’s still here.” She tried to shove you away, she could already feel the tears materializing.

Seeing the hurt written in her sobered you up in a blink of an eye. You finally spoke up, chests colliding.

"I wish I had long silver hair, striking blue eyes. I wish I had a free spirit, breaking all the damn rules no matter what the consequences. I wish I had a freaking dragon" Alicent shouted.

"I adore your chestnut locks, your deep brown eyes. I love how exquisitely you carry yourself when it comes to rules. And Silverwing took to you so well, why would you need a dragon?"

“So you would love me as much.”

“Ali…— Alicent.” She quivered under you at the way you pronounced her name. “I’m tired of this sickening game. I want us. I want you. It’s always been you. To me you're perfect just the way you are.” You weren't going to force her on you, so you stood up and rubbed your temples. "I am definitely not worthy of you now, Your Grace, but I will work on myself to give you a version that is, I vow to you." Alicent interlaced your fingers, preventing you from leaving the room.

“I’d ask you to stay the night, but I must look after the King.”

“I know, duty comes first.” She hummed.

“And I wouldn’t want my sheets to reek of you, bathe yourself. Have some rest. We can talk in the morrow.” A profound hopefulness made its way to you. You tittered, Alicent gave you a quick peck on the corner of the mouth, as you watched her fade into the castle halls.

Will love ever be the end of duty?

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[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I'm So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 13B: She's My Addiction

Soundtrack: “She’s My Addiction,” Fozzy, 2012 [click here to listen]

“Thanks again for doing this, man. That was a killer set.”

Jamie popped open a Coke bottle, took a long swig, and set it back on the card table that a roadie had hastily set up. “Colum said you’re a fan. Is that true?”

Geordie Ash had been nothing but professional since Colum brought him backstage as soon as the gig finished. Jamie had introduced him to the other 2 members of Print – Ian Murray (bass, Jamie’s childhood friend and brother-in-law) and Angus Mhor (drums) – and Claire, of course. Then Ian had walked away to call his wife (and Jamie’s sister) Jenny and talk to the kids before they went to bed, and Angus had drifted away with the two giggling groupies who had diligently followed the band on every stop of this acoustic tour (nice girls who had absolutely nothing going on in their heads).

And Colum had led Jamie, Claire, and Geordie to Jamie’s dressing room. On the short walk there, Jamie’s guitar tech pressed the now-customary post-show apple and bottle of Coke (the drink, not the drug) into his hands, and Claire whispered a short, private message to Geordie – a stranger who could reward or ruin their lives.

“I’m definitely a fan.” Geordie settled in his (uncomfortable) seat, drumming his fingers on the table. No notebook, pen, or recording device – as Colum had promised. “Went to a couple shows on your tour in ’86, too. You’ve got a sound like nobody else. I won’t lie, when people found out you were in rehab there was real concern that that was the end of the band. Clearly that’s wrong.”

Jamie took a bite from his apple, and wiped the last sweat from his forehead with the towel that always waited for him backstage. “Colum says you two go way back.”

Geordie smiled. “I cut my teeth as a reporter for Creem in the late 60s and early 70s. Got paid next to nothing to travel around the country, writing about the bands I idolized. I remember Colum as this crazy little shit who was a foot shorter than Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, but he could haul wires and amps better than anybody else on that crew.” He paused, sipping a cup of coffee. “But he got me time with those guys on the Starship. And at the Riot House. Robert Plant proclaiming to the world that he was a golden god? That was me. So Colum really helped me get to the next level. Even though he stole the girl I’d had my eye on all summer.”

There were parallels that Geordie could draw to Jamie – but neither man said anything.

“Anyway, the new stuff is really, really good. Have you played it electric yet?”

Jamie paused. “No, not yet. The guys and I, we hadn’t even been in the same room together until six weeks ago. I played for them all the stuff I’d written in rehab, the way I’d written it. On the acoustic guitar. And that inspired Ian to write a few songs of his own, and all of a sudden we’ve got an album’s worth of material. And we’d just taken on Colum as our manager, so I said, let’s do it. Let’s get back on the road.”

“Would you consider doing an all-acoustic record for your next album? That could be really interesting.”

Jamie spun the bottle cap on the table. “It’s a good question. To be honest, I hadn’t considered it. It’s certainly a slower pace, this acoustic thing. But I miss my Strat. I miss Ian’s Rickenbacker bass. And Angus is being a really good sport with the acoustic stuff, but he’s just dying to hit the shit out of his drums.”

Claire still knew next to nothing about the music industry – or the lives of professional musicians. Aside from the past few weeks, she’d never seen Jamie at work, either. But she could tell when he was really engaged in conversation with someone. And this Geordie guy seemed to be the real deal.

“I get that. Do you miss playing the older stuff on this tour?”

“Yeah. But I really needed the time away from all those songs. It reminds me of…some not so good times. Getting sober was hard, and staying sober is so much fucking harder. This acoustic tour has been a good way to ease back into everything before it all starts again.”

“When you play the songs you wrote in rehab, do you think about being in that place?”

Jamie looked over Geordie’s shoulder, at Claire perched in her chair.

“Sometimes. Mostly I think about where my head and heart were at. Not just in getting clean, and learning new habits. But also about Claire, and how fucking terrifying it was to be falling for her. I told her that I’m the last thing she needed in her life. I still feel that way.”

“What does it mean to have her with you on this tour?”

“Everything.”

Claire’s eyes shone.

“It means fucking everything to me.” Jamie looked straight at Geordie. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her. She’s the reason I wake up, and try my best to live a good life. She chooses to be here. I appreciate her, and I sure as hell don’t take it for granted that she’s here.”

Geordie unfolded a piece of paper from his pocket and set it on the table. “Like I said, I’ve been a fan of yours for years. I’ve been to two other shows on this tour. And I’ve written down the chorus and bridge from ‘She’s My Addiction’ because I’ve been wanting to ask you about it. May I?”

Jamie nodded, clearly surprised.

Geordie began to read:

She’s my addiction // No rehab can break this chain She's my addiction // Her poison shoots right through my vein She's my addiction // A one way ticket back again She's my addiction // This damn woman's drivin' me insane

“It’s catchy as fuck, Jamie. I guarantee it’ll be a big hit. But you know that everybody – and I mean everybody – is gonna ask you more questionsabout who this woman is, than they’ll ever ask you about all the sordid details on the kinds of drugs you went to rehab for. You get me?”

Jamie nodded. “I get it. Claire and I have talked about it. We’re ready for it. Besides, everything I wrote is true. She is my addiction now. Being with her is better than any drug I ever took, better than any alcohol I ever drank. And you know what the best part is, man? I want it. And she wants me. Fucking magical.”

Geordie nonchalantly re-folded the paper and slipped it back into his pocket. “Are you saying that it’s a long-term thing between you two?”

“Forever, if she’ll have me.”

Claire snorted audibly.

“Would you believe it if I told you she didn’t know who I was, when we met at The Ridge? Do you know how awesome that is?”

Geordie smiled. “It’s not that much of a surprise. But after you record this new stuff, and it hits the radio – I guarantee that there will be even fewer people in the world who don’t know your face and voice. Or your story.”

Jamie took one last bite from his apple. “That’s OK. I want to enjoy every damn minute of it. I look forward to it. It’ll be a hell of a ride, but I won’t be alone this time.”

[mejomonster]

Genuinely. Red white and royal blue was gorgeous.

It's healing.

Fucking phenomenal.

It's hope. It's a future worth having and wanting, even when you feel trapped in the past (like prince henry), when you feel like you might fall off a cliff if you take the leap (Alex saying he loves him, trying to win an election that changes the whole direction a country goes and if people like Alex can even fucking exist safely, Henry's life being determined by if the populace can accept or discard him when the existing historical powers only seek to repress, the fucking WAY this movie goes opposite to so many romcoms and so much "soft bl" type stories by being so overtly fucking political is good actually. It's fucking great. It's like this, Florida is telling kids they can't know gay people exist and this movie is saying we can fucking be politicians, we can be in love, we can change the world, we can be what children aspire to in making their world better and kinder to all. It's like. The message. The message to make a son of a president bisexual and in a spotlight in a current world where they're making laws we can't even be out. Cause that's rhe world we want. And we know it's not the world we may have and we may lose that right at any time but we're fucking brave and we are going to fucking exist and we DO want a world where we fucking get to be us as loudly and happily and joyfully and hopefully as everyone, and where we Matter and can do so much fucking good by existing and trying our best.

And then like. They cast Uma Thurman as the president! God!

And like. they PLAYED CANT HELP FALLING IN LOVE. THE SONG. THE SONG!!!!!! listen I never read twist and shout that destiel fic, but I know culturally it's SUCH a song, it's a song i remember singing about lovers and so many people think fondly of their loves with THAT song and it was so perfectly and beautifully used in this movie.

The decision to be clear about queer sexuality in this movie. Superb. Fucking phenomenal, like the whole movie. So often queerness is sanitized, downplayed, considered inherently "unsafe" (which leads to the laws attempting to harm us), and so to make the romance as sexual as any straight movie fucking THANK YOU. To make it romantic, to not shy away from that either, to not lessen its impact as inherently so romantic and sweet and intimate, the hands. The hands, a trademark of any good queer romance, such a beautiful use of hands as the reveal of emotion and love. I loved the care and tenderness put into it. And the realism oh my fucking God! The awkward conversation about making love! Sweet! Real! Real love is silly, awkward, imperfect and not smooth and so wonderful BECAUSE of that. Because real life isn't perfect but it is because that's the person that makes your world feel brighter and brings a smile to your face even when they say and do silly things! Queer people deserve it, we deserve that in our stories on our screens I loved it all.

I loved rhe writing and direction. To absolute pieces. I've seen cheesy shallow romcoms and while I admit there's good aspects to them, they're not for me. This was for me. And this had a lot of layers under the romance. Henry had a whole fucking personal arc I think a fuck ton of people cab relate to. The way him leaving is akin to people who've left me because they could NOT leave the closet the way I could. The way Alex having healthy parents changes SO much of this story and how healthily HE communicates and how much easier it is for him to act and solve problems, and how that support helps Henry respond to him and answer. And stand up for Himself once it's time to. And that says so fucking much about what parents can do, siblings (Henry's sister was amazing versus his brother), about how secure attachments can be healing, about how communicating more really can solve a fuck ton. Truly. It's truly the biggest key to getting through stuff. How the political is so inherent in Alex's past, present, future, how the movie doesn't have to address anything But the romance plot while STILL addressing so much. A world where Henry is a symbol "people love for their symbol" who gets loved for who he is and the future clashing with the past, progress and healing and growth versus history and conservatism and regression. There's so much fucking going on if you just watch. It's all worth hearing.

Alex being a great brave bi disaster I wouldn't have it any other fucking way. They say BISEXUAL IN THIS FUCKING MOVIE. If little 12 year old mejo had a movie do that I could've avoided so much trauma and isolatoon growing up! If I could live in a world as a child with people who said the word bi out loud and that it isn't silent? If I could live in a world where a politician was aloud to be bi growing up? God that could have been a kinder hopeful world for little mejo. And that is the world now, at least in one movie, and I want that for the little kids now who are living in a world with lawmakers that hate them but also so many people like us, like the writer of this novel and script, who want those children to feel SAFE and like they matter and they are allowed to take up space and WANT GOOD THINGS.

And of course, on a shallower level, I loved Alex. I loved him as a representation of what America could be. Which in a way I felt like while you can't summarize a nation with a single person, that's in a way what Alex and Henry felt like. Values slammed into real living people, and of course with the excellent writing they become so much MORE than shallow symbols (but in a weaker story they couldve been). But like. Yeah. I see it. Alex is brave, he isn't afraid to change the world for the better and want To. He wants to put in the effort. Be involved. He's not shy, he's not scared to love or hate or embarrass himself and pull himself back up and try again. His ego isn't critical and he will go across an ocean and at LEAST communicate and have a discussion and only take a real answer. His mom is HIS MOM and he's still got the guts to tell her who he is and his ideas (romantic AND political) and he was raised in the kind of loving family id hope many people get, a family that he knew would never imprison him or hurt him or reject him. He and Henry are not alike for their status as political figures. Despite appearances. Henry is of the same generation and I think he wants to help and make meaning of his life by making it useful for others. In that regard they click. But Henry was raised in rules, respects those social norms, is aware of and respectful of history in a way Alex is not (and to generalize I'd say the average non rich American I know is probably closer to Alex than Henry in terms of respect for meaningless rules and following history for the sake of it being how things were always done), Henry may not even be like the average person in his country. He's removed from them, isolated from them, stuck in this system of the past, and so walled up inside this system he doesn't get the privilege to simply Not Care. To simply not notice it. Alex remembers what it's like to be completely removed from it. Henry has been aware of it ever since he was 4 and had memories. There's so much to say about how the structure of the characters themselves represent various structures in the world. Alex and Henry are more than that. As characters they're people Actively Affected by those systems. But this story is so fucking fascinating on so many layers and I'm so GLAD. Thank you

Thank you.

This is the kind of movie I fucking wanted. Like, Love Simon was a great movie for the time It came out. And for the audience it was made for: teenagers, Disney movie target audience, who deserved a nice sweet childhood style romcom for them. Who had a million ones for other teenagers, so here's one with coming out in suburbia and sweet romances without much pain. Here's a High School musical type movie for a new generation. And it was good. And frankly it still is, it broke ground as a movie with overt queerness made for teenagers. And still it's probably one of the only ones, I can't think of many newer queer stories MADE INTO MOVIES specifically FOR kids. There's Heartstopper, but that's a standout, thank God for heartstopper too. And Heartstoppers a show so it has more time to do more for teens, show more characters and complications of teen life. I appreciate it deeply. But back to Love Simon: it's a one off. I think teens need 100 more movies like it. But adults? We also deserve 100 queer romcoms. And more movies like THIS, like Red White and Royal Blue. That are more then a quickly written poorly produced hallmark quality movie. That you sink your teeth into and could write essays about. That a straight person Says Pride and Prejudice is one of the BEST romance movies and we can say cool, here's 10 queer romance movies that are just as phenomenal. Anyway that's what this fucking movie is to me. You can disagree, tastes differ, totally valid babes you do you.

but OH MY GOD THEY PLAYED CANT HELP FALLING IN LOVE AND THE STORY IS TOLD BY A BISEXUAL DISASTER WHO EMBODIES SO MANY WONDERFUL QUALITIES I ASPIRE TO HAVE AND HOPE TO SEE MORE OF IN THE FUCKING WORLD.

And like. Henry. I'm gonna go read the book for him in case it's got more. I really think the movie did so many cool things with his personal character arc. That comments on family dynamics, the closet, the trauma of the past (and in many areas the current political regression and harm), the way historic systems control and damage people (both people inside and the entire wider populace they influence), the way things even in the Best circumstances can be truly Imperfect because that's the real world. In the real world, you can fall in love and there's nothing to do but try your best to keep being with each other as the world puts obstacles you'll never destroy in your way (and some truly awful ones). And like. The fact that Henry gets a happy ending. Talk about queer fucking happiness. Talk about wish fulfillment, but without sparing my feelings first. The movie made me feel the very Real fear and threat first. The reality that people like Henry leave all the time and sometimes nothing can last forever without being a danger to the person involved, the reality that their conversation in Henry's room was so fucking high intensity to My fucking heart. And I've stood there. I've been them. The election too, I figured a movie would fear being political (you know lol despite being queer). But movies nowadays, they do fear. They fear saying they care about it, when for fucks sake there's places we can visit and not have the right to exist so fuck That. And it's a fictional election. But my hearts in my throat and I bet Alex's is too. Alex is safe if his mom loses, he's a rich politicians kid. But I've Sat on election night and lived through trump winning. And knowing that meant women losing their rights and safety, queer people losing their rights and safety, knowing every Single election people sit there and wonder if anything will be okay tomorrow. For ordinary people. For people like Alex if his mom never became a politician. For his mom, his dad, his abuela. And in a way sure the movies heavy handed. Frankly I'm gonna forgive it, I could give a fuck about heavy handed. I liked the Barbie movie, but that movie sure was gentle for being called "very feminist." Women are getting arrested for abortions. It's not very on the nose or heavy handed when that's not even really a major issue (not that it needs to be, a movie about a doll wasn't ever expected to be heavily handed political). But this movie? The presidents a main character. To avoid politics would be Expected of a romcom, but shitty. So yeah why not lean in and be heavy handed. They don't have to say it, because this movie is an optimistic future where people like Alex are fine. But there's a weight to what if his mom loses, what if Alex can't hold hands next time he goes to a certain state. But I hope the people who watch this movie, one day, don't even feel those stakes. Because they don't have to. Because the world's like it was for Henry, kind and accepting. Because more of the world is that way then not.

And I'm glad it ended happy, but real if that makes sense. It's an optimism I can carve out eventually, you can. Eventually. If we keep trying.

If anyone saw Fire Island, another great queer movie, that one also didn't shy away from political. It's a romance too, and it was frank about queer communities and people and us with each other versus how the wider world is in relation to us. I appreciated with Red White and Royal Blue another movie that felt like that. That felt a bit closer to honest, rather than sugar coating both our identities and our experiences in the world to make it easier to palette. There's a time and place for sugar coating it (teen movies that aim for kind to us like Love Simon are a good place) but there's also a time when I don't want anyone straight coddled. I want them to see us make love and KNOW it's love. I want them to see us for who WE are, even the degree that we are different and that the world Does make us endure hoops and pains it never forces on straight people, and make them Care about us and learn to relate to us if they want to enjoy our romance. They wanna care about us falling in love? They can care about what we have to go through and be brave about and empathize with people who don't always flirt like they do or follow the same path. I'm fucking over the Moon that this movie asks its audience to view life and love and the whole world from the perspective of an optimistic political bisexual young man. Even if you're nothing like him, try to connect. And likewise, Alex is being asked to try to understand a man who has his own very Different experiences to Alex. Henry again, asks the audience a second time to relate to a man both they and Alex cannot relate their own life experiences to. Even further, if Alex is assumed straight when you go in and you learn to accept hes bi, then Henry makes the audience also reach to accept Henry is gay. Idk if straight people consider that another hurdle lol as they both seem hurdles to straight people I've seen. But also Henry is old money, royalty even, and fuck I know absolutely no one who can personally connect to that or even knows someone in their social circle who's fucking royalty. But Alex is asked to connect and relate, and so are we, and hopefully we grow and expand a bit as we do. And maybe that's part of what we're supposed to leave this story with. That the world is wide and beautiful and full of so many experiences and there's value in them and in trying to understand their values and pain and hoping for all of us to have a kinder world we're allowed to exist within. I don't know. I'm too tired to know all this movies got to offer.

But as I said. Red White and Royal Blue is fucking phenomenal.

[khaylin27]

It's time for a Teller Wedding!

Part 5 of DODGERS VS PHILLIES BABY!!!

Pairing: Miles Teller x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: A couple months after the proposal, you guys decide to have the wedding in the Phillies stadium but have a little Dodger twist to it.

Warnings: FLUFF

Word Count: 1067

A/N: BEFORE Y'ALL COME AT ME, I respect Miles and Keleigh's relationship and marriage. THEY ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS!!!! I wanted to write this because I love Miles and baseball. If you feel this isn't for you, please don't read it. 

Ever since Miles proposed to you at Dodgers stadium 8 months ago, you guys have been planning. Today is the day you get married!

The theme of the wedding had to be baseball but it was at Phillies Stadium. You were opposed to it at first, but after a little convincing from Miles, you decided to have it at Phillies Stadium. That place was a special place for you guys since that was where you guys had your first date.

Right now you were getting really in the visitors locker room at Phillies stadium. It was all decked out in Dodger decorations since it was the visitor's locker room.

"Are you ready Y/N?" You hear your mother call you from the door. Currently you are finishing your makeup and about to put on your wedding dress. " On my."

You see your Mom about to burst into tears, "Oh mom, don't start crying. I'm not in my dress yet." You give your mom a tissue so she can gently wipe the tears that were leaking out.

" I know, you look so pretty already. I'm just happy you're getting married" You smiled at her and gave her a hug.

As you were giving her a big hug, your brother came into the room. " Eww you look ugly." Your mother gently smacks Calvin for his comment. "I'm kidding. You look alright." 

"Thanks Calvin. Now I'm going to put on my dress. Get out or else you're going to see me naked." Calvin runs out of the room and you guys laugh. " Let's put on my dress. Can you help me mom?"

Your wedding dress was simple, the top had white lace and the bottom had a fluffy train of fabric. It may be simple but you loved it. You knew that Miles would love it too.

Once you're in your dress, your soon to be in-laws ask to come in. You agree for them to come in and they're in shock.

"Omg! Y/N you look so beautiful in your dress." Miles's sister, Dana compliments you. You thank her as you look in the mirror for the millionth time.

" Is Miles ready?" You ask your soon to be mother in law.

" Yes, he's ready. Are you ready soon to be Mrs. Teller?" 

"I'm so ready." 

Wedding Ceremony

Miles was at the altar waiting for you to come. He was so excited to get married to you, he wanted to get it over with so he can call you his wife. 

All of a sudden he hears wedding music play and sees you walking down the aisle with your father. You look absolutely perfect in your wedding dress.

Once you get to the altar he smiles at you, " You look perfect Sugar."

" You look very handsome Hot Stuff." You smile at him. " Let's get married."

Pastor: Welcome everyone to the wedding of Y/N and Miles. Thank you for being here in celebration of love. The couple has decided to give their wedding vows. Miles, you may go first.

"Okay here it goes." Everyone, including you, starts laughing. "Y/N. The moment I met you I knew you were the one. I may have been drunk at the wedding that we met but you gave me your number." They laugh once again.

"I texted you the next day and asked you out on a date. Thank God it was Phillies vs Dodgers because if it wasn't I would've lost you. Overall, I'm so happy that we got together and are now getting married. I can't believe I get to do life with you. I'm so excited to get to live together, have children, and grow old together. I love you Sugar."

The Pastor tells you it's your turn. You wipe your tears and start talking. " Miles, my love. When we first met we were at the same table. You were drunk and dancing to Single Ladies on the dance floor while I was watching Dodgers vs Angels at the table. You came to the table to get another drink but it turned into us talking. You asked for my number but I was nervous that you would forget me. I took a leap of Faith and gave you my number. The next day I was surprised that you texted me so we started talking. You then asked me if I wanted to go to a Phillies game with you and I asked if the Dodgers were playing. If they weren't I would've not come." The whole crowd plus Miles was laughing with you.

"I'm so glad you invited me to that game. I knew you were the one that day when you were holding my hand as we got out of the car. I love you so much that I can put on a Phillies jersey for you." You laugh as tears come from your eyes. Miles helps you and wipes your tears. 

"I love you Miles. I can't wait to do life with you. To move in together, to have mini Y/N and Miles, and to grow old together. I love you Hot Stuff."

Pastor: By the power vested in me and by the state of Pennsylvania, I announce you as Mr. and Mrs. Teller, husband and wife!

The crowd of people who were invited cheers as you and Miles kiss. You look into each other and smile. This has to be the happiest day of your life.

Wedding After Party

The After party was amazing, all your friends and family were there including some baseball players that you and Miles knew. You guys had a good time dancing and getting drunk, Miles was so drunk that he put on a Dodgers jersey and told you how much he loves you. You had to take a photo of that so you can post it on Instagram.

Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Teller!

Here's to be added to the taglist

Taglist:(crossed out means I couldn't tag you) @eternalsams @angiem219 @mizzysx @xlynnx07 @withakindheartx @lethalbeautiful @atarmychick007 @shanimallina87 @adoringsebstan @mak-32 @nograce-nomercy @brittancqs

[papirouge]

I had no idea that you were going to have surgery D: That's pretty scary to me, I've never had to go through that in my life thankfully as anything to do with blood or gory stuff creeps me out.

Im the anon that though my message didnt send... sorry, obviously i dont want to pressure you, its just that i only use tumblr in my shitty laptop since i dont want to become a phone addict and thus ive never dowloaded the tumblr app... i probably didnt read your post about it because of this reason.

Im glad everything went well and your mom is there to take care of you. Just rest and focus on getting better.

Don't worry, it wasn't a big deal but yeah, the anesthesia was pretty stressful + I got a little cold just before the surgery, so it didn't really helped the recovery...🤒

I left Tumblr less for recovery because of the surgery, than for spiritual reasons. I felt under attack lately. Everything seems to fall apart lately... My job is getting extremely demanding to the point I'm about to lose it, my brother in law lost his job, and another sister lost both her relationship and apartment.... Thank God my mother is okay (she's currently traveling in Italia enjoying her retirement lol 👵🏾🇮🇹🍝) but yeah....

I got my suicide ideations back that's why I'm currently into a spiritual warfare. I threw away my remaing idols (physical jpop discs that I cherished - Ayumi Hamasaki, Kanon Wakeshima, Karia Nomoto...) because I refused to remain an hypocrite any longer. I rebuke secular music in the name of Jesus. I want to be free, so I prayed to God to make me "merciless" and He granted me this wish. It was hard but I know I did the right thing. I refuse to turn back. Obedience to God is in the small things, and it's been a while He was telling me to pick me side. My idols, or Him.

Every struggling season is a way for God to step up. He always works like that. I'm still super stress about work and my family, but I know He'll make a way.

[weebsinstash]

I'm probably going to tune in for a few more chapters but I'm dropping True Luna already so, here's my synopsis/ragging on that I guess lmao. Honestly thank god it turned out to rub me the wrong way because it's over 100 chapters and momma needs to save her chapter-unlock coins for some REAL juicy shit kwim

(Is it just me or do the eyes on the woman seem. Off)

-I picked this story up because it was a rejection story, like I was on YouTube and got an ad for chapter 3 when she is rejected, and I'm dropping it because she's apparently falling in love with the rejector who i think is a coward honestly. I'm 26 chapters in and trust me, if there was another love interest, he would've appeared by now and they wouldn't be focusing so heavily on the rejector, Logan

-plot is this: protagonist Emma is the sister of the pack Beta, Andrew (shit they never even give the pack a name now that I think about it). Their parents were killed by rogues when Emma was little and her brother had to help raise her and they grew extremely close, im talking after their parents died they shared a bed for a whole year because Emma was too anxious and traumatized to fall asleep alone. Along with Andrew, there is also her friends Jacob and Amy, as well as the Alpha Logan, and his and Andrew's childhood friend, Sienna

-Sienna is this tale's white lotus aka the girl who's super sweet when people are around and an absolute demon when she's alone with Emma. She calls Emma names and insults her, but when Emma tried to tell Andrew in the past when it began years ago... he accuses her of being jealous of his childhood friend, the whole 9 yards of "just because I'm spending time with her and not you doesn't mean you're not still my sister"

-you would think like, they would respect Emma enough to put two and two together, "hey Emma isn't a dishonest person, even if she doesn't like Sienna she doesn't blatantly make things up" like Emma, as the pack Beta's sister, is in a sort of semi-authoritative position and has been studying pack law and rules and training for years to be as strong as she can for her pack, like her friend Jacob is a warrior who helps train her in secret and the current Luna, Logan's mom, is like a mother to her and thinks she's a great pack member like lowkey that's her adopted daughter

-before I get further I should mention the weird relationship dynamics. Emma is in some sort of, I don't even know if they're having sex but she's having some sort of relationship with Jacob and he openly tells her he loves her, but they haven't found their fated mates yet and chosen mates are looked down upon. Emma wants to give herself a little more time to see if she finds her fated mate before choosing Jacob, which is who she would have chosen if she had a brain and she even admits she loves him. Meanwhile, in her internal thoughts, she also admits that she wouldn't mind being Logan's mate and saying how well they match up with each other

-also. Uh. They say in this pack, the pack elders and such frown on chosen mates but. Like. It's kind of quietly snuck in there that people in the pack do still, you know, have casual sex and stuff, and I feel like that's extremely contradictory? Not to circle back around to my opinions on "if my fated mate was running around having tons of sex instead of like waiting for me" buuuut.... Emma even says she would be sad if her mate was a player who's been with a lot of girls

-so on your 18th birthday is when you get your wolf and earn the pack mindlinking powers and all that. Only those you invite to your first shift are allowed to attend, so she goes with Amy, Jacob, Andrew, and the Luna, and when Emma shifts, she is a pure white wolf, which is unheard of as all white wolves have colored spots or at least different colored paws. Her wolf's name is Eliza.

-sigh. After both wolves have had their first shift is when you can sense your mate and all that. Emma is, in her own home, which by the way, brief detour, because Sienna is Logan and Andrew's childhood friend the bitch is constantly in Emma's house so she can't even be comfortable when she's at home, but, she's in her room and she hears a knock on the front door and goes downstairs, descending the stairs and "smelling the most delicious scent I had ever experienced", she comes face to face with. Logan. Who is visibly tense and even looking angry which confuses her because she can tell the moment they lock eyes that theyre fated mates. Andrew tells her to go to her room and she complies but stays at the top of the stairs to eavesdrop

-I wouldn't describe it exactly like 'incestuous' but I personally really do not like how her brother uh infantilizes her tbh, like if i were to look at this from a human perspective i would say he struggles to separate from his role as her guardian (as in parent) and protector once she becomes an adult. Technically she just turned 18 and that's still young right but that IS a legal adult, and Andrew literally has a conversation with Jacob about how he can't chose Emma as his mate, that Emma is young and needs a few years just to see if she can find her fated mate, and I'm just sitting here extremely uncomfortable because there are SEVERAL TIMES Andrew uh, basically, I don't even know if it's because of pack rank or duty or whatever but there are multiple conversations with Andrew basically guarding her chastity??? Hes hsing language like "i wont allow it/id be ok with that" like she needs his permission or some shit and Emma is 18 and can make her own choices thank you??? It's kind of gross her biological brother is talking to men behind her back about how HE won't allow her to do this or that and he's. Talking about her having relationships?

It's controlling and creepy in my opinion like if you asked me to write a hypothetical platonic yandere sibling figure, I would choose a sibling who controls who you hang out with and doesn't let you date at all and just, eugh it just grosses me out. Even later in the story a character looks at Andrew because they were talking about Logan rejecting Emma and this person says "and you LET that happen?" Uhhhhhhh not to defend Logan but he had his own choice, so like why is the tone of the conversation "oh Andrew gets to pick and choose his baby sister's mate" as if Andrew could even decide whatever the fuck Logan does too

-anyways Emma overhears them talking and the conversation is so fucking stupid. There have been increasing rogue attacks and they even have a leader, called only the Rogue King, coordinating large attacks and the pack needs to be strong more than ever. Logan claims Emma is too young to lead as Luna and not physically strong enough, even though when it switches to Logan's POV he outright admits he loves her and thinks she's beautiful and cool and all that. he, in my opinion, decides to be a little pussy and "oh, I must do what's best for the pack, SIENNA will make a better Luna" and I think he's fucking her anyways so. Emma overhears her own brother agree and say she isn't strong enough even though Emma has been secretly training with Jacob and is actually much stronger than they think. And uh. Gee the rejection is still the DAY OF her birthday. Like I'm on chapter 26 and all thats taken place in like a week, in between a couple days before Emma's birthday up until like 3 days after

-the rejection honestly fucks up her mental health so bad she doesn't eat or sleep for 2 days straight even though she tries, she just lies in bed staring at the ceiling having racing thoughts because her brother and her mate don't believe her and her bully is threatening to exile her when she becomes Luna, which, after Logan chooses Sienna as future Luna she escalates and outright states she could have Emma killed and make it look like an accident

-because she is so stressed and sleep deprived, Emma gets visibly scratched and beat up during a training. Her internal monologue is that her brother and Logan will see her extremely rare temporary weakness and it will enforce their opinion she's some fragile loser and they made the right choice. She is entirely correct and it is so fucking depressing, like the author honestly kind of went too deep in having them just genuinely look down on her for me to like either of them, I was listening to this story legitimately wishing Emma would leave the pack entirely to get rid of Logan AND her brother like I am still, genuinely, genuinely, hoping like the rogue king or some fucking idk lycan will show up and Emma gets a new mate but, I can tell it isn't happening

-there is so much I genuinely don't like about Logan. A lot of stories describe the mate bond being able to make you more jealous and possessive or Alphas being excessive about it but there are times when Logan is growling because "oh no a MALE is near MY MATE" and its just in really GENUINELY INAPPROPRIATE TIMES like when Emma is getting examined by A DOCTOR BECAUSE SHE'S INJURED and even HER OWN BIOLOGICAL BROTHER. Like Emma zones out during a training and doesn't block a hit and she gets two of her ribs broken and btw Logan can feel things through the mate bond so of course they come bug her when she is already tired and stressed and cranky and doesn't want to see them

-"oh no Emma is too tired and weak to walk home" cue Logan insisting it's him and stopping her friend Jacob from doing it "because no man will touch my mate blah blah blah" like fuck you I am literally the Reader and even I don't want you touching her. Why not have her brother carry her. Just another obligatory forced touch to further brainwash them both with the mate bond

-I really don't like a lot of Logan's internal dialogue either, or perhaps it's the way packs are written in this story. Everything has an air of... no free will? A cult that beats you down and leaves no room for you to decide for yourself? Alpha commands can physically force you to do and say things and they can even make them hurt, and Logan occasionally will think shit like "he can't speak to me like that. He'll be punished for this". great example is before Emma breaks her ribs but after her birthday, once when theyre alone, Sienna shows up and mocks Emma "i always wanted to see the face of the pathetic bitch whos opportunity as Luna i was taking away (as in whomever turned out to be Logan's mate regardless), but its a treat that its you!" and mocking her for being rejected while Emma is trying to stay calm.

Sienna pushes and pushes until Emma finally calls her a bitch and oh no, that's when Logan and Derek magically conveniently come in to berate Emma and Sienna whips out the fake tears, "oh she must not be taking this whole mate thing well, im sorry, it's not her fault she just needs more time, although not to be mean, she DID just insult her future Luna 🥺" and apparently even just something as small as that, Emma calling Sienna a bitch, is worthy of 'a punishment' because, even though Sienna is not even officially Luna yet, because she is going to be Luna IN THE FUTURE, Emma has to be punished for... oh no calling her a mean name? Logan literally tells Andrew or says internally, "she'll have to be punished later"

-the very next day Sienna comes into her bedroom and basically breaks healing ribs a second time. She tells Amy and Jacob, who she always tells about being abused, but she lies to Andrew and Logan because she knows they won't believe her. Like. It made me want to cry, Emma has been called weak and been rejected and her brother won't believe her and he asks "why won't you talk to me? What's wrong?" And she just quietly asks "why don't you believe me about Sienna" and he just. Shuts her down with his fake support "you just need to give her a chance, she's really great, I don't know why you're doing this but blah blah blah" I legitimately wish she would have abandoned her brother and left him with nothing but he helped raise her and they're traumabonded

-ugh. So. It's minor but I still hated it: Emma is angry and upset and stressed and wants to be alone and her brother essentially forces himself into her bed to sleep beside her to help her sleep like she was younger. It does help her and she still loves her brother but to me as the reader this was infuriating because from my standpoint she is literally not being allowed to make any decisions for herself in any way whatsoever and can't even have space in her own fucking house, in her own fucking BED?

-wanna know the biggest reason why I'm so mad. Wanna know. Because Sienna's abuse escalates even further. Sienna has Emma KIDNAPPED by a rogue with every intention of having her killed after Logan marks Sienna, because once he's formed a new mate bond he won't be able to sense Emma being. Raped and then murdered. Like Sienna says it outright that the rogue can do whatever he wants once she gets marked. And you know what Sienna's plan is. It makes me want to fucking shake. She has the rogue beat her up and runs back to Logan and Andrew and claims "I didn't even do anything, Emma just saw me and screamed I took Logan from her and she attacked me"

And

They

Believe her.

INSTANTLY, NO HESITATION, BEWILDERED AND SHOCKED BUT THEY BELIEVE HER just throw both goddamn men away at this point smfh

Logan is one thing but her own fucking brother who helped raise her???? Like Sienna's master plan is to claim Emma said she'd rather be a rogue than have Sienna as a Luna. Andrew and Logan don't believe THAT PART, because her parents were killed by rogues and that would DEVASTATE Andrew, but they both 100% accept at face value that Emma must have attacked Sienna who is literally described as having a large wound on her head. Like. It drives me fucking crazy. Emma is restrained and dosed with wolfsbane, eventually going to be killed, and meanwhile Logan is all "she has to be punished for attacking Sienna but I won't allow her to become a rogue" uh to be honest I think being forced to stay in a pack where an Alpha can literally basically mindcontrol you and finds it fit to assault you for hurting his feelings would be worse than being a rogue "but wolves are pack creatures, social animals, we have to live in communities or else we get lonely and could go crazy" and you all obviously treat each other SO well don't you 🙄

-Jacob mans up and tells Andrew and Logan to their faces that Emma tried to tell them so many times about what was happening and they never believed her. He says outright, "if Emma dies the blood is on both of your hands" meanwhile Logan is just thinking like "I should kill him for disrespecting the alpha" nd Andrew just breaks his nose and it's like, awwww are you mad because he's entirely correct? Poor delicate insecure little wolves

And guess what. Before Logan and Andrew were alerted about Sienna being "attacked" they were literally having a meeting with another Alpha (who by the way? Biggest fucking cockblock. They mention his name as early as like chapter 4 or 5 and I was getting excited because it was so early in the story I thought "oh she was just rejected and now another Alpha is suddenly visiting, he's her second chance mate" but nope.) and this Alpha's name is Drake and his Beta is Josh (dont think i dont see what you did there) and Drake is like "hey we captured a rogue and interrogated him and he told us the rogue king's goal is there's a prophecy or some shit of a powerful shewolf mated to an Alpha, A TRUE LUNA, who draws power from the love of her pack, who will be strong and wise and lead like no other Luna, her pack will be truly strong and she will birth a new, stronger generation of wolves and the rogue king wants her as his mate and also we hear she's supposed to be pure white?"

So, brief pause because I especially hate the emphasis that she's destined to birth a new generation or whatever because I personally am against uhhhhh her being used as a glorified breeding whore after she was rejected for perceived weakness "oh we treated you like shit BEFORE EVEN GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO PROVE YOURSELF but now that you're strong and convenient to us now we want lots of babies out of you" fuck off, like genuinely

In a better story Logan would have his nose rubbed in the pissed stain carpet of his failure of rejecting Emma when she takes another mate and he finds out too late that he had a strong wise Luna right beside him all along, but no, before Sienna pulled her kidnapping fuckery, they had a brief make-out session at a party and, she's obviously falling for the bond and all that and I refuse to read this to the end 🙄 I don't like Logan, I don't like Andrew, I really don't like that from a narrative standpoint Logan is not actually really suffering any consequences for what he did, he just gets to, hurt Emma and throw her away and then he gets rewarded with her anyways? Geez. I keep finding good stories that have actual female empowerment and they lull me into a false sense of security and I wind up being disappointed when I find things like this 😩

[linggluu]

2023 wrap up!

i just woke up from an hour log nap because i've had this migraine since tuesday :D (not covid) but i needed to get this all out with a nice, one direction comfort playlist in the background. what a year i have lived.

january - went on my first work trip (flying) in my life to north dakota! the bad thing about the NE is that you CAN drive everywhere. i've driven all up and down the east coast just for work , and my customers are literally 20 minutes from my office so i can always drive there but january was the first week i had to fly

february - started going to the gym consistently for the first time since middle school with my best friend. this lasted all the way until july but i'm still in the habit :)

march - discovered the strange tales of the tang dynasty. refreshing bc i haven't watched an (ancient) mystery/thriller in such a long time. lu ling feng and i share a last name! I NEVER SHARE THE SAME NAME WITH ANY ONE IN A CDRAMA.

april - big fight with jeff. discussing our future and how much $$ we're gonna need if we're actually going to get a house. he thought i shouldn't be bitching because i have a "good job" which made a good salary. whoa buddy, i have to keep myself alive. this was a fight that last months especially because he's in florida right now with NO JOB and NOT finishing his degree. at least pick ONE and do it. Someone has to stress around here and it clearly ain't him. am i wasting my time? we've known each other for so long, we are comfortable with each other other, if we dated other people we'd both be crushed? but i don't think we have the same goals.

may - delia still in the office. she's afraid of calling customers to tell them about deliveries. she's afraid of talking to drivers. she was so hard to train because she WOULD not pick up the phone. and she ate all the snacks in the office. and she ordered so much so stuff for herself because it was free. 5 months in and she was still afraid to talk to people. maybe this isn't the job for you? she got transferred out of my office THANK GOD

june - tensions rising in the house again. $$. getting married. my mom is getting on my nerves because she thinks i'm getting behind in life because i'm 30 and not married. and she wants me to get married BY my birthday in October or in December or by January. i'm not ready, i'm not in the mindset. she needs money, she also needs an ego boost of saying "my kid is married". i'm tired of coming home and walking on eggshells, wondering when she'll come and bother me. i'm tired of her sharing stress on me. i'm tried of her asking me for money all the time because i can't save. she keeps asking when i'm gonna bring jeff over but i never have because i don't want associating the good thing in my life with the bad thing. without the restaurant, she's even more annoying.

july - my mom started asking for $ again. A bulk of my check every month. my career and finances are finally getting steady because i'm in a nice groove now and i can save. stop asking me for money! the shitty thing is i found out my sis was slowly moving stuff out (she found an apartment of her own in may , i also found a house.) but she was denying it smh rude. my mom stopped me from moving out but not lili because i'm soft. and because "i owed her an explanation about jeff" . i don't owe her shit and i don't want to tell her anything about my personal life.

i moved all my shit out on July 7th which was a Friday. I was in the middle of a move while mom called me and cheerfully asked about if we were going to RI over the weekend and i faked it. liz helped me move and got me stuff for the room. air purifier, clothing rack, a mixer, a clothing chest thingy. i'm so lucky to have her.

that whole day was was so exhausting and terrifying because i was trying to move all my shit out while she was at work. a few days before this sister and brother in law gave me a spare bed and desk for free. they also helped me rent a box truck to get all this over. forever grateful. but at the end of that friday night, i was so exhausting i was SHAKING. then i typed out a long text message to my mom and shut off the phone.

i was afraid to turn it out, i cried all night because what kind of daughter ditches her parents like that and lies? i was so miserable that first night and first week. i was on the phone with liz all night and she was about to come sleep over.

why doesn't my mom ever ask stan for money? god i'm tired.

哭完以后还是一条好汉。

august - my mom kept calling me but i kept ignoring her. i didn't read her text message reply but one message i read she said 你真的狗卑鄙. how dramatic do you have to be? you used me my whole life to work my entire life , denied me of many opportunities and i didn't have the balls to leave until my younger siblings left because i was still trying to be a good daughter. life goes on. went on vacation to Philly with Lili and Stan at the end of august. my roommates C and K are nice :) one is a teacher one works for the state. both nice and clean girls just trying to live out here. everyone is clean, respects each other's privacy and safe. K has a cat named Gnocchi who totally runs the house. i love him ;;

september - life is settling in to a nice groove. work. gym. home. 三点一线。C is taiwanese so we get along great - culturally + food ;; she asked me to go to the cat shelter bc she wants to adopt another cat. this was the right choice. i make enough $$ to rent an apartment like lili but still the bulk of one check. not that worth it. i'm so lucky i found this older house. we all have our own rooms and i got the garage spot. the house is also owned by the same landlord who owns the apartment complex behind us! lawn, snow all done by him! i made the right choice. to live with roommates and kind of experience that college life i never got to experience, except it's work and i go to work now instead of class. is it weird or nah. but it's a good feeling. i don't like to be lonely and jeff's not here and all my friends are doing their own things and we live every where.

october - birthday month! i'm 31 and i'm fucking old. life is good in terms i don't have to come back to stress or the pressure of getting married or giving up my pay check like i'm still in high school. started rewatching naruto yay. still learning how to be an account manager. drivers and alberto and james and joe piss me off . i'm still too soft.

somewhere between october and november , i visited pioneer again. i miss it so much. i miss making medicine.

november - made up with jeff. we're going to his friend chris's wedding in july , the same weekend as jeff's birthday. lili also gave me her gaming pc. been playing games :D jeff also recommended me some games to get. thanksgiving was chill. went to boston with chelsea. spent too much money and time was too short. yay.

december - all of a sudden, it's the last day of december.

K had an Xmas party two weeks ago. I invited Lila, Sara and Liz. We ended up watching 一念关山 in my room. Christine stayed in her room and didn't mingle. For both Xmas and New Year's Chelsea asked if I wanted to spend it with her family but on Xmas I spent it with sibs and right now, I've been sick since LAST Saturday. I'm so grateful to her because she knows i'm not with family.

started back our ksll group chat. i miss my friends.

All in all, this was a crazy year. but i think i'm happy.

2024 goals:

lose weight (specifically 40-50 pounds by July) it's gonna be rough ugh

amp up my resume. promotion? new job?

save money/be more responsible about money

have a healthier life style

travel more.

deuces.

here's to 2024 i guess.

[the25thviolence]

Stupid busy.

Today was....

Right before 4pm go upstairs to get my 4 nieces and nephews (that I live with) ready for another nephews birthday party.

Niece: "Dad said we have to take this money and goto the dollar store and buy Owen birthday gifts."

I look at the clock.

I close my eyes.

I take a deep breath.

One of the nieces (who is responsible) took notice and locked herself in the whole time and made sure we got to the party. Thank god for 9 year olds.

Before the party though my mom called and said she needed me to drive her home from the party (I planned on leaving as soon as my brother showed up) or she was going to uber herself a taxi.

My sister told me everyone was getting kicked out at 7pm.

At 9pm my brother in law said "Yeah, everyone but family right?"

So as I dropped my mom off at home after 10pm......

This is the day after the getting out of work at 130am bed by 2am up by 8am not done with all that stuff till 130pm, hour nap, give car to brother watch kids. brother comes back home for an hour and says he has to leave again to get his car out the shop brother comes home after 8pm and finds me just passed the fuck out upstairs.

I am so very very very tired.

I drank an energy drink tonight to help me stay awake while I ate some pizza.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Tinka (I have searched for an English translation of that song and I cannot find one, is there a Hindi speaker in the house)

coded conversation

Her green eyes blue goodbyes

I want to be in a band when I get to heaven

How’d you do it?

Better get a Headstart, start running because it’s about to get so unfunny

Yeah, everybody gonna want their money

But if our paths never cross well, no, I’m not sorry

And he took me to the river where he slowly let me drown

This will be my last confession

too Many people, too much belief

“This dot marks your location.”

Brother sister time has come

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak

I’ve been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks

I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap

Cancer

Is this your last call to me?

Lives have been wrecked and I’ve picked up my cheque

Blues skies ahead

the man Who Told Everything

All over, baby's crying

baby, I can see out of here

All over the planet's dead

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?)

Knowing this may help you to open up your eyes

Spies

Didn't think it would work out

It's not against the law

But what can they say

“Please come home. Don’t leave me alone.”

And only he goes to me, “man, we are doomed to play.”

Oh my dear how boring He's defecting Just like all the others

He'll be the hero to discuss, fame and fortune plus; no one will recall it’s thanks to us

“Don't forget the guys who cut your keys.”

And your eyes say it all

Just like the way they did before

A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. No sooner has the first phase begun than decay sets in.

Bring your camera, take a photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex and then get taxi home.

The story has always been the same:

Must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path.

Growing wild, then passed around at dinner parties.

So natural, so wild, so unrefined and someone's gonna make a fortune one day, if only they can market this stuff right.

“Come on, do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance.”

Exploitation.

And you will fight with demons.

The jockey is cocky and vicious—can’t wait to see how this upsets em

In penguins and pearls we’ll drink and we’ll dance

'Til the end of our days 'cause it ain't left to chance that we win

'Cause the fix, the fix is in

Clementine

I keep a leash around you and I keep it nice and tight in case she would go walking over forbidden lines (this makes me think of how psychic jakk told me he had to wear a nanny cam at all times. He also said he was forced to wear a Military chip in his skin.)

For you I go all blind, oh where is my mind

Watching numbers turn seems that I’ve been waiting here forever

Leads to a center in my head and all the politicians makin' crazy sounds

Ooo, thank God I'm not aware

[secretwingsociety]

Our little secret

Pairing: Foggy Nelson x Fem!Murdock!Reader

Summary: one afternoon changes everything between the reader and foggy for the better the only problem is that Matt is very protective of his little sister

Warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing, yelling, slight angst, Matt is kinda a jerk but he apologises, smut (18+), brief handjob, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy) semi public sex, creampie, let me know if I missed anything

“Hey (y/n) I’m leaving now you coming?” Matt questions picking up his briefcase getting ready to leave the courthouse “nah I’ll hang back and leave with Foggy his sense of direction is awful, knowing him he’ll get lost on the way to the elevator” you joke earning a noise of disagreement from the blonde behind you

Matt chuckles and nods “okay I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early” you turn to your big brother “aye aye boss” you say with a mock salute and watch him walk away “I’ll have you know my sense of direction is amazing” foggy says making you turn to him with a chuckle “I’ve seen you get lost on your way back from the bathroom at Josie’s” you point out with your hands on your hips, making you look awfully like Matt, “I was drunk off my ass it doesn’t count!” He scoffs and picks up his stuff “come on let’s go miss liar liar pants on fire” he says walking past you “god could you be more like a fifth grader?” You chuckle and follow him to the elevator

“Excuse me, I have a law degree and just won a extremely difficult court case how many fifth graders do you know that have done that?” He questions crossing his arms “at least 4” you say straight faced before laughing “sorry foggy but you insult like a child” you wrap an arm around his shoulders “it’s cute” you hum then skip into the elevator with foggy walking in after with rosy cheeks

He presses the ground floor button then stands next to you leaning against the back wall “well forgive me for not actually wanting to hurt your feelings” he says and you turn to him with a smile “you’re so sweet Frankie” you say using the nickname you know he hates making him groan and shove you slightly

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you before a loud banging interrupts “what do you think that was?” You question then then lights flicker and turn off and the elevator shakes nocking you both over before completely stoping “I think we’re stuck” Foggy says getting up then helping you “yeah no shit Sherlock” you huff

“There’s been a power shortage, we’ll try and get you out as soon as possible but try and get comfortable it’ll be awhile” a voice says through the speaker making both you and foggy groan in sync “of course this would happen to me, sorry foggy you’ve been trapped in the Murdock bad luck curse” you huff sitting down “the what?” He questions sitting next to you “think about it Foggy, we Murdock’s have bad luck. Matt went blind, dad died, my mum died giving birth me, and countless other stuff. And now we’re stuck here for god knows how long” you huff looking down “yes shitty stuff has happened to you and Matt but that doesn’t mean you guys are cursed it just means you’re stronger then the rest of us” he says wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest “thanks foggy” you whisper and let silence envelope you two again 

“Foggy?” Your quiet voice breaks the silence, he looks down at you “yeah?” He replies in the same quiet tone “do like anyone, like romantically?” You ask even though you know the answer will hurt your heart

You’ve liked Foggy for as long as you’ve known him, you’d met him back when he and Matt were in their first year of collage and you were in your junior year of high school. Back then it was just a small crush something you’d hope would fade away in time but it never did instead it grew and made its home in your heart, the more you knew foggy the harder you fell he was so sweet and was one of the only people not to treat Matt any different just because he’s blind.

You fell for foggy everyday it was the little things he did like getting you coffee every morning just the way you liked, staying late at the office if you were then walking you home to make sure you were safe, always including you in plans to go out even if was just to Josie’s and so much more.

But you could never act on it, he was your brothers best friend and he’d never feel the same he saw you as his best friends little sister and a colleague and nothing else

A soft sigh snaps you out of your thoughts and brings your focus back to the man next to you “I like this girl, she’s amazing and kind, she’s a couple years younger than me. She’s got gorgeous (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes” he whispers as if he’s scared someone else will hear

You look up at him your faces inches apart “why don’t you tell her? I’m sure she feels the same” how could they not you want to add but decide against it “she’s off limits, my best friends little sister” he says making you gasp softly “foggy” you whisper then lean forward and press your lips into his it takes him a moment before he’s kissing you back cupping your cheek with his hand and placing the other on your hip

He pulls away “(y/n) we can’t, if Matt finds out-” he starts but you cut him off with a quick kiss “Matt can fuck off, foggy I’ve been in love with you for years. Don’t let Matt stop us from doing what we both want” you cup his face “wait, you love me?” He says a smile spreading across his face you pause not even realising you said that but you nod with a soft smile “yeah foggy, you’re amazing and thoughtful and I love you so much” he chuckles and crashes his lips into yours pulling you into his lap

“I love you too, so much” he says between kisses not wanting to separate from your lips for too long, you wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself as close as you can to him

You feel his hands untuck your blouse from your skirt then trail his hands up your back making you shiver “f-foggy wait, we can’t- we’ll get caught” you say breathlessly not parting too far from him “they said it’d be ages, please baby I’ve been dreaming of this for years” his voice is low and the way he begs makes heat travel down to your core making you nod and lean back in

His hand move round to the front and unbuttons your blouse and pulls it off discarding it somewhere behind you then unclips your bra and sends it in the same direction, he cups your boobs softly and pinches your nipples making them harden and pebble, you moan into the kiss giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth

While you trade sloppy kisses you unbutton his shirt and let it join the rest then trail your hands down his chest and to his pants you unbuckle his belt and unbuttons his trousers then slip your hand into his underwear and wrap your hand around his cock making his hips jerk up into your hand, he grunts into the kiss and drops his hands from your boobs to your hips squeezing them harshly “fuck (y/n)” he whispers dropping his head and kissing at your neck

You slowly move your hand up and down feeling him harden in your grasp “jeez foggy you’ve been hiding his from me all this time? You’re big” you whisper in his ear and speed up a little making him moan into the skin of your neck and he gets more aggressive biting leaving red splotches that will turn into an angry purple later on

When he’s fully hard you take your hand out of his pants making him whine slightly you chuckle quietly and lean up on your knees pulling his pants and underwear down in turn he tugs your skirt up to your hips and pulls your underwear to the side sliding his fingers through your slick “fuck baby is this all for me?” He asks looking up at you while sliding and finger into you making you moan and your head falls to his shoulder “a-all for you.” You stutter out all you can think about is him and his finger slowly pumping in and out, he adds a second curling them and brushing that spot inside that makes you grasp his shoulders and moan out “there! Fuck right there” he smirks and speeds up continuously hitting your spot until your legs start to shake and you can feel that knot inside you tighten, your done for when his thumb starts circling you clit “fuck! Foggy I’m c-close” you warn and he speeds up “come on baby, cum for me” he whispers and the knot inside snaps, you moan into his neck your walls clamping down around his fingers

He slows down and helps your ride out your orgasm until your pushing his hand away you pull away from his neck in time to see him slip his fingers into his mouth moaning at your taste “as sweet as I imagined” he smirks and you lean in kissing his lips and sliding your tongue against his tasting yourself

Without leaving his lips you shift up and grasp his cock lining it up with your entrance and slowly slide down, both of you moaning at the feeling foggy squeezes your hips so tight you know they’ll be bruises there tomorrow but you can’t bring yourself to care “fuck your so tight” he grunts and throws his head back

You lift yourself up and drop down, you repeat it and build up a rhythm that has both of you moaning, you lean forward and kiss at his neck giving him some of his own marks to wear

He starts snapping his hips up to meet you making you grip his shoulders tighter and squeal into his neck “fuck foggy if you k-keep doing that I-I’m gonna cum!” You stutter out through moans “that’s the point” he grunts into your ear speeds up and moves one hand from your hip and to your clit rubbing it in fast circles

It’s not long before that familiar tightening feeling pulls at the bottom of your stomach “please (y/n) come for me, let me feel you clench around my cock” those words tip you over the edge

White covers your vision as you clamp down around his cock and go limp in his grasp letting out a loud moan, a couple thrusts later and foggy is joining you grunting as he fills you up and dropping his head onto your damp shoulder

After a moment you pull away and slowly lean up and whimper at the feeling of his cock leaving you fogging rubs his thumbs on your hip bones to sooth you then slides your underwear back into place to catch his cum

You sit next to him “wow” you breath out looking at him, he meets your gaze with nothing but love in his eyes “that was better than anything I could’ve imagined” he whispers and softly kisses you

The sound of movement outside the elevator brings you back into the real world and you quickly move to get dressed and try and look like you didn’t just fuck

The doors open just as you smooth your skirt out and you see a firefighter stick his head through “hey guys we’re here to get you out, hope you weren’t in too much distress” you look at foggy and smile then turn back to the firefighter “don’t worry we found something to pass the time

They get you out and even through you’ve never been happier to be out of the elevator your worried that what happened with foggy was just a one time in the moment thing, as is he could read your mind he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close and kisses the top of your head “let’s get you home and into a nice hot bath” he hums and you smile and nod “that sounds perfect”

The next day you and foggy arrive at the office together since you stayed the night, Meaning your wearing yesterday’s skirt with one of foggy’s shirts since your blouse was ripped last night because someone was to impatient foggy

Matt is already there when you arrive “hey Matty! How you feeling?” You ask walking over and hugging him like normal but he pulls away with a confused face “are you wearing foggy’s shirt?” He asks you glance behind you at foggy who just shrugs so you look at back your brother and decide to tell the truth since he knows when your lying anyway “yeah, Um after the case we got stuck in the elevator for awhile and I was really tired so I just crashed at Foggy’s since it was closer and my shirt was wrinkled so I borrowed one of foggy’s” okay so you mostly told the Truth but it’s not like you can tell your brother you fucked his best friend

Matt pauses for a second with a tilted head like he’s evaluating your answer before nodding “how did you even know it was foggy’s shirt?” You ask tilting your head “I could smell it, I lived with him (y/n) I know what he smells like” he says and chuckles moving to his office “I don’t know weather to be flattered or creeped out” the blonde behind you says making you chuckle and walk over “you should he a little of both” you hum squeeze his hand lightly “time to get to work” you hum and quickly kiss his cheek before skipping to his desk with a smile

You work as Nelson and Murdock’s assistant/secretary, you majored in english literature but minored in law so you work for your brother and Foggy while you get your writing career off the ground taking every spare minutes to write your book not even wanting to think about the long journey of trying to get signed by a publishing company that lies ahead just focusing on the book and the dream

Hours go by with a few clients coming in until it’s finally lunch, you flip the sign to closed and go into the office both the boys are in working on a few minor cases “hey guys lunch time, I’m gonna go get food “what do you want?” You ask and collect both their orders before grabbing your coat and heading out the office

When you get back shouting can be heard down the hall, the closer you get and the voices get clearer you realise it’s Matt and Foggy, you quickly rush to the office to find your brother and boyfriend inches away yelling at each other “hey! What is going on here!?” You yell louder than both of them making them stop and look at you, you walk past them and put the bag of sandwiches down on your desk then turn to them “what is with all the yelling?” You ask and put your hands on your hips waiting for an answer

Foggy sighs and moves to your side “he knows, about us” he whispers and you feel the blood drain from your face you look at your brother to see him absolutely seething, the only other time you’ve seen him this mad was when he found out you were being bullied back in freshman year

“How did he find out?” You ask looking back at foggy “he knew you were lying earlier and questioned me about it, I fumbled and it accidentally just came out. I’m so sorry” he whispers grabbing your hand and squeezing you shake your head “it’s okay” you then turn to your very angry brother “look it’s not how I wanted you to find out but can’t you be happy for us? At least you know foggy won’t hurt me” you try to lighten his mood but his face isn’t changing

“Happy for you? My best friend defiled my baby sister in an elevator! What if someone caught you!? What if that got out! I mean god do you ever think about the consequences! No you don’t! You don’t ever think you just do what you like and leave me to clean up all your messes!” Matt yells but this time it’s directed at you “the one person I ask you to stay away from you fuck where anyone could of caught you! God (y/n) your so fucking stupid!” He yells and tears gather in your eyes as you look down

Foggy glares at Matt and pulls you into him when he sees your lower lip tremble “lay off her Matt, it was the both of us. This wasn’t just a one time thing I really like her, why can’t you just accept that?”

Matt scoffs and shakes his head “she’s my baby sister foggy! You couldn’t find anyone else!?” You huff and wipe your eyes then look at Matt “I’m not a child anymore Matt! For gods sake I can make my own decisions! I really like Foggy and I have for a long time, and he likes me back! I know what we did yesterday was stupid but it was also amazing and I would do it exactly the same every time because I’m finally with the guy I’ve been crushing on since junior year!” You yell out all in one breath

You watch your brother pause and look down for a moment then look back up at you “foggy is the mystery crush you wouldn’t talk to me about?” He questions softly you let out a small noise of agreement and lace your fingers with foggy’s “please just be happy for us Matt, you know how much your approval means to me but it won’t stop us from being together” you say and drop foggy’s hand and move towards your brother, he sighs and drags a hand down his face “fine but it’ll take some getting used to and no PDA in the office everything here stays strictly professional and for the love of god no more sex anywhere other than your or his place. We don’t need a sex scandal” he says though there’s a hint of teasing

You chuckle and hug him tightly “I promise Matty” you mumble into his chest, Matt wraps his arms around you and squeezes you just as tightly “I’m sorry I called you stupid, you know I don’t actually think that I was just mad” he whispers and you smile looking up at him “I know, I forgive you” you state simply then pulls away “Now let’s eat lunch, all that yelling must’ve worked up and appetite” you hummed picking up the sandwich bag and shaking it slightly

Foggy smiles and wraps an arm around your waist “you are right, let’s eat” he hums and kisses your cheek pulling you into the office they’ve been working in Matt smiles hearing your giggles and foggy’s fast heartbeat then joins you thinking that it’s not such a bad thing this best friend and his little sister

[dollslayer]

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Once In A Lifetime

Summary: While at a brewery the day before her sister’s wedding, the reader runs into her once in a lifetime fling, Dean, for the third time. It’s been fours years since they’ve seen each other and eight since they met but the timing’s never seemed to work out between them until maybe now...

Pairing: Wedding Date!Dean x reader

Square: Wedding Date!AU

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, fluff

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy!

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“Y/N fucking Y/L/N,” you heard as you were mid chew of eating your piece of pizza. You spun around and swallowed, a big grin crossing your face. 

“Dean!” you said. You ditched your table with your family and ran over to him, Dean giving you a big hug and swinging you around. “You look great!”

“You got even better looking, sweetheart,” he grinned as he set you down. You bit your bottom lip and he blushed a bit. “You look good, Y/N. Never expected to see you again, especially Kansas City of all places.”

“I’m in town for a family wedding. I thought you lived in LA?” you said.

“Used to. I own this place,” he said. “How long’s it been?”

“Four years. Another four before that,” you said. 

“So much for once in a lifetime,” he smirked. 

“Still a boy in there, aren’t you, Dean.”

“A bit,” he smiled. “Older too.”

“Same. We were just kids back then.”

“We’re still kids. We just got most of our shit together now,” he said. 

“Oh yes. Still single and still working a job I hate. I so got my shit together,” you said.

“I wear makeup for a living so you’re doing better than me,” he said. “Also still single.”

“I thought you dated some actress or something a while back.”

“Didn’t work out. Put my head down, been working a lot lately,” he said. “Am I about to meet your fangirl sister you told me about?”

“Oh God,” you said as you caught Georgia wandering over from your table with Scott. “I am so-”

“Hi!” she said and you groaned. “Do you know my little sister?”

“Y/N and I go way back,” said Dean. Georgia slapped your arm and you whined. 

“You’re friends with him and you didn’t tell me!” she said.

“Oh well we haven’t seen each other in years,” said Dean. Georgia looked at you and you shook your head, her own nodding.

“He’s Italy Dean, isn’t he. Dean Winchester is freaking Italy Dean!” she said and Scott covered her mouth, shaking his head.

“Gia, let’s leave your sister to catch up with her friend in peace, hm?” he said.

“This is why I love you Scott,” you said as he dragged her away.

“I like her,” chuckled Dean. “How long you in town for?”

“A few days. Rehearsal dinner is tonight, wedding tomorrow, head home the next day.”

“Not much free time then,” he said.

“Yeah I-” you said before Georgia screamed. You turned around, your sister stomping around and shouting into a phone. 

“It’s tomorrow! They wait until the last minute to call and cancel the venue!” she said. Scott seemed miffed which was probably as angry as he ever got and your mom was already over trying to calm them both down.

“You can use the brewery,” said Dean quietly. He shrugged as you stared up at him. “We’ve been toying with reserving for private parties over on the far side of the property. Strand lights, farmhouse style wedding, yada yada.”

“Can it look like this?” you asked as you pulled out your phone. You showed him a picture of the venue and the style Georgia had wanted to go for. “I can call all the vendors. All we need here is tables, clean up, you get the drill.”

“What time is the wedding?” he asked.

“1. Reception starts at 4, was supposed to go to about midnight or so.”

“You’re the maid of honor I presume.”

“Can we make this work? I know she sounds insane but she’s actually really sweet most of the time.”

“I’m gonna need help setting this up. Might be an all nighter.”

“I like coffee,” you said. He nodded and you turned around. “Gia! Calm down! I got a solution for ya.”

“Hi,” said Dean as you pulled into the employee parking lot at around ten that night. “How’d the dinner go?”

“Fine. Gia’s stressed out so Scott and I got her drunk. I told her I had it handled,” you said. “I have dunkin and my sneakers and put me to work.”

“The guys are nearly done with the lights. I need you to help me with tables and stuff, where you want everything,” said Dean. 

“Alright,” you said. “Do you have a notebook I can borrow?”

“Pad of paper work?” he asked as you followed him into the back of the brewery. You hummed and he handed it over along with a pen. You cut through a side door and found yourself outside, staring at a whole bunch of lights in trees and along a privacy fence.

“Oh she’s gonna love this,” you said as you walked out there. You started to jot down where trees were and drew some tables on the paper, rearranging them a few times before you held it up to Dean. “Can you put the tables like this?”

“Definitely can do. I’ll handle the forklift, you tell me where you want the picnic tables,” he said.

Forty minutes later the tables were out back and you’d laid out some rubber mats to act as a dance floor with one of Dean’s employees. 

“So DJ is there…” you said to yourself as Dean whistled for you to come over to where he and a few guys were laying out the impromptu bar top. “What’s up?”

“We were just wondering how fancy is your sister? Like is it that fairytale farmhouse thing or she like it more rustic?”

“She’s the former. My future brother in law is the later. He’s the one from here,” you said. “I was just thinking we’d throw a table cloth over the top of whatever we use for a bar.”

“We still got that piece we didn’t use in the second room?” said a man.

“The too dark of stain one? Yeah, it’s in storage. I bet that’d work great,” said a different guy. They took off and you took a deep breath as you looked around.

“It’s getting there,” said Dean. “If you want to head back to your hotel I think we can handle the rest.”

“It’s not that late,” you said. “I can do the tables while you guys figure out the bar situation if that’s cool.”

“Alright. Let me know if you want any help, sweetheart,” he said. You crossed your arms and he mimicked you, tilting his head down. 

“Thank you for all of this. Georgia will love it.”

“I’m not doing it for Georgia,” he said with a soft smile. You bit your lip and turned your head, feeling Dean step closer. “If I asked you to stay a few more days, would you?”

“Dean-”

“Would you?”

“Yes.”

“Then stay. Let’s try this for real.”

“I thought you weren’t a commitment kind of guy. That’s what you said.”

“You said there were no strings attached and yet here we are eight years later and I am as smitten as the first time I saw you.” You looked up at him, Dean reminding you of just how easy it was to fall in love with him. 

And how hard it was to fall out of it after the two you went your separate ways. Twice.

“Dean it’s never worked before.”

“We never tried. Italy was the two of us having fun and falling way too hard and fast and it scared the shit out of us both. And your car...that couldn’t have been coincidence. We spent the night in that motel room being goofy and reconnecting and then you got so hard when we said goodbye.”

“It’s kinda hard to get over you.”

“Don’t get over me this time,” he said. “I never did with you.”

“I can’t be with a celebrity and do that stuff.”

“Oh yes, I live a very glamorous life,” he said as he looked around. “Should I get out the forklift again?”

“Dean you know what I mean. You were coming up eight years ago. Four you had fans. Now you got even more. I live in a one bedroom apartment and work on sales reports from my kitchen table.”

“If you work from home then staying down here a few more days shouldn’t be a problem,” he said.

“Dean you’re gonna break my fucking heart again and I don’t want to put it back together. Can we just leave it at friends?” 

“Okay.” He unfolded his arms and cupped your face with both hands, pulling you into a deep kiss. You grabbed onto his shirt and slid your hand up to his face, Dean slow to break it off. “I don’t want to wait another four years.”

“I’ll stay a few days and if I’m not convinced there’s something…” you said as Dean chuckled. “Oh shut up you hopeless romantic.”

You brought your lips to his, moving slowly, Dean’s hands wrapping around to your hip, the nape of your neck, kissing you as gently as he did the first time he had.

“Uh, boss,” said a voice. You stepped away from each other and he grunted. “We got some barrels we could use to rest the top on.”

“Yeah,” said Dean. “Sounds good. Right?”

“Very good,” you said with a nod. “Dean, you uh, mind helping me with the tables?”

“Not at all, sweetheart.”

The Next Evening

“Hey,” you said as you found Dean in a suit, no tie, top collar undone and helping serve some beer from the taproom.

“Hey. You want a glass?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. He poured two and excused himself, heading back with you over towards the reception. “I really can’t thank you enough. My sister loves it even more than the original place.”

“It’s no problem. I’m glad I could help out,” he said. You stopped just outside the reception, Dean smiling as he sipped from his glass. 

“Would you dance with me?”

“Sure,” he said. He set his glass down and took yours, placing it with his own before he grabbed your hips and started to sway slowly. 

“I meant at the wedding,” you laughed.

“But we’re already dancing,” he smiled. He spun you around and hummed quietly. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

“Thank you. You clean up well, Winchester.”

“This old thing?” he chuckled. “It’s my lucky suit.”

“You wore it that night. I thought you were gonna blow me off.”

“Went out and bought it after that afternoon. You wore that pretty white summer dress with the ruffles.”

“Couldn’t exactly wear a white dress tonight,” you said.

“I’m sure you’ll wear one someday,” he said. “You got plans after the party?”

“Might see this guy if he’s available. Not sure yet.”

“Oh he is. He knows a late night diner not too far with big greasy burgers if she’s interested. Plus he’s got a cool car.”

“Let’s go,” you said as you brushed your lips over his.

“Is the wedding over?”

“It’s dying down. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Let’s go.” He held out his arm and you stuck yours through it, Dean escorting you out to his car. You felt cooler out in the open air and he shrugged off his suit jacket, slipping it over your shoulders. You stuck your arms through and he opened the door for you, smiling to himself. “Ladies first.”

“Dean?” you said before you sat down. You pecked a kiss to his lips and he inhaled sharply. “Maybe I can stay longer than a few days?”

“You could just stay forever,” he said.

“Maybe I will,” you said. He cupped your cheek and grinned, kissing you slowly. “Don’t go away again.”

“Never, sweetheart. Let’s see if we can get a start on forever finally.”

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Inge! sorry I'm a little late to the party, but do you still take prompts? if yes, I'd like to request a friendship piece for either Rodney&Teyla or Rodney&Ronon (w/ or w/out a dash of McShep is good for me) pretty please? thanks! <3

Not that late at all, and what a lovely warm prompt! Thank you. :D

I went with Rodney & Ronon, but also kind of Rodney & Teyla and maybe Ronon & Teyla, and also John is around, and it’s almost teamfic? Also, Jeannie.

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The door to John’s quarters slides open exactly like his own would, which he expects, but he stops cold after two hasty steps into the room anyway. He turns back to the door to check, and in the process has to look past the Johnny Cash poster above the bed and the surfboard leaning against the wall and the giant brick of a Tolstoy book on the nightstand, so yeah, he decides in the end, without stepping out to doublecheck - these are John’s quarters. There’s not a single thing out of place, except, well, the obvious.

“McKay,” Ronon grumbles. It sounds like a greeting. Like Ronon, sitting fully clothed on the edge of John’s made bed, is saying hi.

“What are you doing here?” Rodney asks, by way of saying hi back.

“Meeting Sheppard.” Ronon grins, in a way that looks a little dangerous. That’s a good sign with Ronon, who has no problem looking a lot dangerous, if he wants. “Unless you want to spar with me.”

Rodney does not. Rodney thinks that’s a little too predictable for him to say out loud; quite honestly, he thinks John is crazy for endangering his life that way voluntarily every week.

Rodney looks back at the door again, which has slid closed, and in front of which the person he’s been looking for has not suddenly materialized in the last ten seconds. “Where is John?”

“Not here.”

Rodney’s nerves make him skip the snappy comeback. “Any idea where he might be?”

“Why?” Ronon asks.

Which is more than enough to make Rodney spill his guts. He was barely holding it in, anyway. “I think Jeannie’s mad at me, and I’m not sure why.” He frowns and starts to pace back and forth and rub his hands together. He’s a multitasker. “I don’t think I did or said anything rude lately, but her emails are shorter than usual, and she didn’t even sign the last one. It’s really not like me to overthink these kinds of things, because I don’t care what people think of me anyway-” That’s a lie, he’s come to realize in recent years, but it’s a comforting one to repeat out loud, sometimes. “But, you know, I think I was the bad guy for not contacting Jeannie all those years and we’ve only just started being brother and sister again, so I’ve been trying to put in the effort, and now I think she’s mad at me.” He stops marching and gives the too long, didn’t read version. “So I need someone to tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it.”

Ronon levels a look at him. “And you need John for this.”

The look says more than the words, and it has a point, of course. John’s not known for his exceptional social grace and skill. Rodney wags his head a little, considering how to justify his choice. John is his best friend, but he’d feel a little pathetic saying that to Ronon, who he’s pretty sure is also John’s best friend. “He had some surprisingly clever insights about my relationship with Jeannie last time she was here,” is what Rodney lands on, reluctantly. He spots John’s golf stuff in the corner, and wistfully thinks back to being able to just ramble at John without Ronon sitting there, judging him.

Ronon leans back, planting his hands behind him on the mattress. “I could help,” he offers, out of the blue.

Some deep, deep blue. Blue enough to make Rodney stare, hands stilling mid-wring. “You?” Rodney’s not trying to be offensively puzzled, but he thinks he’s allowed a little surprise. If John is dubious in his social grace, Ronon is a tripping hazard. “You could help?”

Ronon stares back like a challenge. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Rodney says. He waits and looks at Ronon expectantly, but nothing happens. Ronon just looks back at him mutely. “Please?”

“What would Teyla do?”

“Huh?” She’s not here, either - if Ronon’s help is just sending him to chase someone else around the city, that’s not very helpful at all.

“Ask yourself,” Ronon says. “What would Teyla do? And then do that thing.”

Rodney is right back to baffled. He’s not sure he ever left - he’s talking to Ronon Dex about feelings. “Is that how you handle a problem?”

“No.” Ronon leaves a pause there. Rodney finds himself unexpectedly distracted by the question if Ronon talks so little because he really just doesn’t have much to say, or because finding words takes effort. “I glare at it until it goes away.”

Rodney huffs a laugh out of pure surprise, because that almost sounds like a joke. It may not have been, but either way Ronon doesn’t glare at him, which Rodney takes as a sign that he hasn’t just become a problem.

“And if that doesn’t work-” Ronon continues, which Rodney feels is surprisingly talkative of him, until he lets that sentence hang unfinished.

But Rodney can do that, now. Finish Ronon’s sentence. “What would Teyla do?”

Ronon nods. He looks a little smug, like there’s a dead Wraith around here somewhere. “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Rodney says, both because he would have guessed that Ronon’s backup plan would involve a lot more knives (though it could, potentially, still involve knives sometimes - Teyla’s very good with those) and because that’s actually good advice. If there’s one person who would know how to get someone to tell them what’s wrong, it’s Teyla.

And if Teyla thought somebody she loved might be mad at her, but she wasn’t sure why, she would... ask. She wouldn’t go into a tailspin and try to guess at the answer while assuming it had to be her fault, she would ask why and listen and then talk it out.

“Oh my God,” Rodney says, feeling like a whole new world just opened up to him. “Words.”

Ronon pulls a face. It looks a little like a sympathy wince.

Rodney flings a hand out at him. “Thank you!”

“Thank Teyla,” Ronon says, which Rodney thinks is a little weirdly modest for the galaxy’s greatest Runner who just counseled him through a family emergency, but they can work on Ronon’s ability to accept gratitude later, over lunch or something.

For now, Rodney sweeps out of the room, because he needs his computer so he can type so he can get Jeannie to tell him what’s bothering her so he can be a good brother, and apologize only once he knows what he’s apologizing for. God, Teyla’s smart.

As luck would have it, John is just stepping out of the transporter when Rodney storms towards it. “Hey,” he says, slowing to a stop when Rodney doesn’t. “What are you doing here?”

“Asking you for help.” Rodney brushes right past him with a pat to his arm; no time.

“You’re going the wrong way,” John calls after him.

“I’m fine! Ronon helped me by making Teyla help me help myself with Jeannie.”

“What?”

The last thing Rodney sees before he steps into the transporter is John’s bewildered face. It’s clear John is left with some questions, but Rodney doesn’t need to hang around for that. Ronon can take over; that’s what Teyla would do.

Or, Rodney thinks, what a friend would do.

(Turns out, in the end, that Jeannie was never even mad at him to begin with - her next email is much longer, and details all the mundane little circumstances that piled up and left her very stressed last month but that she didn’t think Rodney had wanted to hear about (it involves a flu and lice and a car that wouldn’t start and visiting in-laws and school play preparations and a lost teddy bear and half a dozen other little things Rodney is glad he doesn’t have to deal with in Pegasus), and then she calls him very attentive for picking up on her mood and sweet for thinking to ask if everything is okay.

The next day Rodney bribes one of the botanists to cut a bouquet for him and gives it to Teyla, and he hoards one of the last pieces of pie at dinner until Ronon shows up. “What’s happening?” John asks, suspicious. Maybe Ronon’s explanation wasn’t all that comprehensive after all.

“Emotional intelligence,” Ronon says around a full mouth, spewing little pieces of pie across the table, and Rodney nods solemnly.

That’s not what Teyla would do, because she’s smiling at them both, but close enough.)