#that one and one of the pothos are tag teaming

[poprocksncokeee]

the temptation to just throw a plant when it does even the smallest bitchy act

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (13) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n don't you love it when your ex starts trying to get back in your life?

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selinabui_news

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selinabui_news 📸 New Lina pics!!! Photos from Cami's instagram stories <3 tagged: selinabui

linasgirl4 the only cutie patootie to ever cutie patootie

2cami4lina my girls went on a date 🩷💜

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

INSTAGRAM

eb_jonno

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eb_jonno when the touring part of tour starts to kick in tagged: emptybottles_official and lukaszhang

tommyhoward Never change Jonno 🤣 ↳ tina_kim @ tommyhoward what. the. fuck.

cameliazzz jonathan answer your phone

mrslukaszhang why does kas look so boyfie 🥰🥰🥰

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

Thomas Howard @THowdy · 3d Bucharest Baby!! 🤪 ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 3d take that back FUCK YOU BETTER BE JOKING

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 1d Lina's ex-boyfriend, NFL running back Thomas Howard, is at Bucharest Night 1 of the TMD Tour. ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 23h can she not catch a break--

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 16h Thomas Howard has been spotted at Bucharest Night 2 of the TMD Tour. This is the second show he's attended.

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

TWITTER

↳ Oscar Piastri @OscarPiastri · 4m Flattered to know 😏 ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2m OSCAR???? ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 3m SELINA FIGHT BACK @EB_selina

lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 13m i just bumped into kas and lina at my regular cafe... not even kidding like... i'm in shock ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 12m they're about to leave how do i function sjdnfskdfn ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 11m POTHO SCUERED DSJKFNSJKDFN

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 7m STFU you got lina to take a photo of you and kas??? 😭 what was she like??? ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 4m she told kas to fix his face 💀 ↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1m i see he didn't listen

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 20h Thomas Howard has been spotted at Vienna Night 1 of the TMD Tour. Personally, I recommend they get a restraining order. ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 43m if he shows his face tonight, i will personally fly to vienna and kill him ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 24m my show is tonight, i am willing to take one for the team

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h personally, i think it's insane that oscar is in monaco wakeboarding ot some shit and lina is freezing her ass off on the other side of europe fighting off her ex ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h OSCAR DO SOMETHING! HELP UR GIRL!

helen @helenjamie32 · 4h vienna n2 empty bottles fans... you have one job... we're gonna get that woman to sing something like hurt my feelings by tate with her ex in the crowd ↳ helen @helenjamie32 · 4h LET LINA BE MESSY!!! LET HER BE TOXIC!!! SHE DESERVES IT!!! IK SHE'S ON THIN ICE, SHE CAN SWIM ↳ helen @helenjamie32 · 4h you don't understand, i think i NEED her to say "she's got you right now, but i'm still on your mind" I NEED NEED NEED IT

TMD Tour News @EB-TMDTour · 18m The audience encore song for Vienna N2 was 'People Watching' by @ conangray. The band played a surprise second encore song of 'hurt my feelings' by @ tatemcrae afterward. #TMDWorldTour ↳ jules 🌿 @juliiaapxp · 8m @helenjamie32 oomf... what's it like being the oracle of apollo ↳ helen @helenjamie32 · 4m THRILLING SO FUCKING THRILLING AHAHA

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 20m that was the biggest gag ever omg. selina bui, rip ur social media forever but it was so so worth it 10/10, do it again ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 19m changing the last lines? *chefs kiss* never change girlie, oscar u hit the jackpot with this one ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 3m "YOU wear MY number but SHE'S got what you like"??? we're planning the pr funeral but u slayed that, fck media training @EB_selina we're all hootin' and hollerin', u did so good with that baby

EB Bar @theemptybottlesbar · 14m want u so bad, baby, hurt my feelings... 🙄

↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 12m absolutely LIVING for the attitude, the sarcastic delivery was so cathartic ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 11m YOU WEAR MY NUMBER, GUESS I'M STILL ON YOUR MIND

INSTAGRAM

selinabui_news

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selinabui_news 17.05.24 | Lina spotted at Vienna International Airport. She's flying to Bologna, Italy ahead of the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix 💕 tagged: selinabui

piastri_lina oscalina reunion loading...

mrslukaszhang she's so happy 🥺 ↳ moonbeamlina @mrslukaszhang lmao she hates us (jk)

marie_h.sb she looks so thrilled to have verbally eviscerated her ex in front of a crowd of thousands and then immediately fly off to see her bf. she's straight-up thriving <3

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha @sp1rl @destinyg237

[cahootings]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

tagged by @blakbonnet @gentlebeard @snake-snack-stede I have been tagged thrice and thus summoned. hi new pals 😙 wait also @edsrosetattoo !

putting under a readmore because it’s cozy in there 🧦

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: no 🙅🏻‍♀️ and I never will!! but I do love kids and love working with them

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: basketball in elementary school, swim team and fencing team in high school, a bit of ice hockey as an adult, and bouldering/rope climbing until I fell while bouldering and totally wrecked both ankles 🙃 but very eager to get back on rope walls as soon as I can!!

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: doesn’t everyone. It’s the human condition

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: vibes man, vibes are critical

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: 🟤👄🟤

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: they both have their place and I like when they overlap

ANY TALENTS?: I can sing decently ! Also public speaking I will absolutely claim that. Also I drive stick 😎

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: West Virginia, USA 💚

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: video games. Photography when I can get my ass to commit to it (especially portraits!). When I’m mobile, hiking!!!!!! and climbing swimming kayaking any outdoor activity I can possibly do

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: not since moving to the city but I do have several plants including one very happy pothos with several 6+ foot vines

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'5”

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: Physics (primarily kinematics although I eventually warmed on e&m) . And ceramics!!

DREAM JOB?: Had it before, working my way back to it. let’s just say I like to work with, tend to, and create things for cavernous round rooms with stars on the ceiling 🌌

no pressure tags:

15 is too many lmao. who of my newerish mutuals hasn’t gone yet. @merryfinches @adamarks you’re up if you’d like

[mistydeyes]

Hi! I saw youre doing pairings and as a new follower I have been obsessed with your writing and was wondering if I could get a mw2 pairing? (if not just ignore this!)

I'm 5'6" with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm a fairly introverted person but I prefer to surround myself with more extroverted people (I low-key thrive on chaos and like noise around me almost all the time it's bad lmao). Im getting my BA in communications and plan to open my own coffee shop later down the road once I find a good place far from home to settle. I don't want kids and I plan to travel a lot once I'm done with schooling. I have a dog but I plan to adopt more from the shelter nearest me once I get settled after uni. I read and write quite a bit in my free time and I've taken up collecting old/original but still very much usable vinyls for my record collection. I've also started crocheting and sewing with the intentions of making my own clothes. I also hate cardio. it's absolutely horrible and you can most defintely find me lifting weights lol...Im considered plus size weight wise but build wise I've heard a lot of people call me mid size. I usually don't pay much attention to those labels though just because it's better for my mental health. anxiety is a big struggle when it comes to my weight so I usually just do what makes me most happy that day! thank you so much and keep up the amazing writing!<3 (sorry this is so long lol)

( @hxad-ovxr-hxart for some reason it's only letting me send anons rn :/)

John Price (a/n love you @hxad-ovxr-hxart!! ur reblogs and tags always make me smile! i hope you enjoy :))

How you met: Civilian An iddylic coffee shop set in the countryside of Herefordshire was your dream. After uni, it took you a few years but you finally achieved your small slice of heaven. You made the short commute from your cozy cottage and smiled as you saw the sage green awning of your shop. You weren't alone as you were accompanied by your loyal Border Collie. You rewarded your companion with a treat as you stocked the small glass displays with baked goods and wrote out the menu for the day. The morning was slow as a few of your regulars came in for their usual brews and to pet their favorite employee. Eventually around noon, a man entered and greeted your pleasantly. "Just a black coffee, love," he said as you grabbed a mug for him. "It'll be ready right away, sir," you started to say, "you can wait for it at the end." He smiled and nodded in response and as you brewed his coffee, you could hear him happily "chatting" with your pet. "Well aren't you a beauty," he said and you could see your pup happily wagging her tail and leaning into his hand. "She definitely likes you," you said as you handed him his mug. He thanked you and went to sit at one of the tables with pothos vines providing an overhead cabana. Your dog followed at his ankles and sat at his feet as he casually sipped. Eventually, after a few more customers, he handed the mug back to you. "Best brew I've had," he complimented and you blushed slightly, "I'll definitely be back." With that he winked with his charming blue eyes and left your shop. You had to hold your dog in your arms as she tried to run after the man.

A peek into your relationship: You and Price were hosting the members of the 141 and their families at your coffee shop for a much needed reunion. Kyle's wife gently rocked their baby in her arms as you sat with her and discussed some crocheting projects. Their little daughter, Ivy, was cooing as she toyed with her new crochet sweater, courtesy of you. John was enjoying some spiked coffee with his men and Johnny's wife was entertaining the entire group with jokes and stories about their growing family. Eventually, John joined you as you saw his team enjoying the food you both had prepared and entertaining their small army of kids. Simon's daughter was trying to climb her dad's shoulders as he stood there chatting with Johnny. "Glad we never had to go through that," you remarked as you saw how Johnny's kids were now trying to chase your dog around. "Saved a lot of money," John replied and slowly sipped on his coffee. He was right, every year you were able to travel around the world and had crossed off every continent, including Antartica, off your list. The next few weeks you would preparing for a trip to Italy where you would both enjoy the beautiful coastline and the delicacies. As you both laughed at the antics surrounding you, Simon's daughter ran up to you and asked, "Aunt Sky, can you please make me a hot chocolate?" You smiled as you got up and gently kissed John on the cheek. You walked behind your barista counter and as you were preparing her order, you laughed as you saw that your dog had replaced your seat and was now sitting on John's lap.

[angelily-vine]

Nevermore’s Starlight Ch. 5

Wednesday Fanifc x OC (Aria Amor)

A/N -- Hiii, I know it’s been a while but so much has been happening and I literally got done with this chapter months ago, I just haven’t been able to post it😭 I hope you all enjoy and that I’m able to post more💗💗

Summary: The girls are having fun with the Poe Cup Race, but something comes up that catches Aria’s eye.

“You want us to be what?” 

This is outrageous.

Larissa smiled at me cheekily, not backing down.

“We could be the Black Cats!”

I only continue to glare at her, having no words left to say. Well, no kind words left to say. But who are we kidding, kind words are never usually my forte when it comes to these things. Most things.

“What do you plan on having us wear if we agree to be the ‘Black Cats’?” Aisha, a fellow Ophelia Hall member asked with a raised brow.

“Leather black suits with stitch accents, cat ears, and we can give each other whiskers!” The bubbly blonde beamed.

The other girls who volunteered to help prepare for the Poe Cup looked to Morticia and me for an answer. Throughout this entire mess, Morticia and I both came out to be the captains of the team and Larissa was our co-pilot. 

Was it Morticia and I’s intention to be appointed as the team leaders? No…

Maybe…

Kind of…

Alright, yes, we both strived to become the captain. And at first, there was only meant to be just one captain. However, when Ms. Caddel heard a snippet of our diminutive argument over it, she came to us after school and compelled us to agree on having two captains.

Larissa was more than happy to be our co-pilot, simply relieved that Morticia and I had finally stopped arguing.

I turned away from Larissa to look at Morticia who had a sly look on her face.

“That sounds ravishing!” The raven relished.

And to that, Larissa jumped up and cheered.

Using the rest of the time we had, the girls and I finished painting the canoe and Larissa and Aisha were planning out the outfits. Lillian eventually popped up, handing out plates of pizza and giving out drinks Ms. Caddel provided. 

The bells rang and Morticia, Larissa, Lillian, and I were on our way to our final period, Botany. On most days, Gomez would like to tag along with us, but he was forced to postpone relationships with others from other dorms. Stupid and childish, but I couldn’t care less.

During our walk there, Morticia asked Lillian why she wasn’t joining us for the race and Lillian proceeded to say that it wasn’t much of her strong point. Also claiming that she couldn’t risk being beheaded by the boys of Icarus Hall or getting penetrated by another team’s canoe spikes. The three of us looked at her dismissively, not in the mood for her dramatic excuses.

“Oh, please, just say you don’t want to be a part of the fun!” Morticia scoffed and elbowed Lillian playfully.

Dr. Grey had assigned us a project, considering certain factors and whether or not they affect a plant’s growth. Such as music, praise or degradation, certain things and chemicals like caffeine, etc. 

“How about, I take the Monstera and commend it, whilst you take the Pothos and say whatever cruel thing you can think of?” Larissa smiled.

“You know me well,” I tilt my head to the side, “Possibly a bit too well for my liking.”

Larissa giggled and happily slid the Monstera over to her, already beginning to shower it with compliments.

“I’m surprised you didn’t go with the coffee thing, Ria,” Lillian teased, leaning over her and Morticia’s table.

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean, Ms. Montonellie?” A bit of attitude spilled from my tone as I said the last few bits of my question.

“Oh, nothing… I just know how much you love your coffee.”

“Mhm,” I roll my eyes at her.

“And what’s wrong with her love for coffee, Lilli?” Morticia inquired, seemingly a bit offended. Maybe because she was a caffeine lover herself.

“Nothing, nothing!” Lillian put her hands up.

Larissa chuckled at the two and gently bumped my shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Do you have practice today?” She asked in her sonorous yet kind and posh voice.

“Yes, why?”

Her voice then became small like of a timid child. “Can I come to watch?” 

“Don’t you have tennis?”

“We’re off this week, coach Wall had an accident.”

“So in turn, instead of studying, which is one of your favorite things to do,  you want to watch me and a group of girls practically running and practicing hitting and throwing a volleyball for two hours?” I ask, a bit surprised by her request.

She merely gave me a shy smile.

I think on it for a moment before finally giving her a yes. The blonde gave me an even brighter smile in response.

“I simply cannot wait! I get to see you play before anyone else does,” She squealed.

A bit flattered by her excitement, I offered her a minuscule grin. Nonetheless, a hint of curiosity makes me wonder why she’d want to come. Larissa had told me before that she was planning on going to our games with Morticia and Lillian; our first game was only in a few days' time. She’s usually one with patience, I don’t see why she wouldn’t wait until then. She also wasn’t the biggest sports lover. 

After Botany, I informed Larissa to wait for me on the main gym’s bleachers when she was finished changing out of her uniform. 

Stepping into the gymnasium with my practice clothes on; A simple pair of black spandex, an oversized white tee, and disgustingly pink volleyball shoes my mama gifted me. The shoes are most likely the most colorful and bright things in my wardrobe and something Lillian likes to tease me for.

Before I start peppering with one of my teammates, I look at Larissa who sat near the top of the bleachers. There were also a few others who sat close to her, some were friends of the girls and others were their boyfriends. Larissa met me with a smile and two thumbs up.

I noticed that she was dressed in her familiar beige and her hair was still styled. For whatever reason, there was also a tinge of pink skimming her cheeks. I’m guessing it was because it‘s a bit warm in the gym. Giving Larissa a nod, I go back to my usual partner, Melissa.

“Ready, Ms. All-around?” The brunette smirked.

Ms. All-around became a nickname for me that the team fabricated shortly after tryouts. They say it was because I was appointed as our outside hitter and supposedly the best they’ve ever had.

Following our pepper routines, we do our usual warmups and drills. From practicing our passes and ball control to working on our hits and serves.

“Alright my dears, how about we finish today with a scrimmage or two?” Coach Garnier requests.

My teammates and I all agreed to scrimmage and Garnier equally split us apart. Partnered with quite a few upperclassmen.

“What a treat, I’ve been partnered up with my favorite fresh meat!” One of the juniors smirked, sending me a wink. “See how I rhymed there.”

“You sound like a high school normie calling me that,” I snapped back.

She and a few others giggled at the insult as they got into position.

To start off, the opposing had the ball. 

Before serving, Layla offers a warning grin, notifying those of us watching that she was going to go for her favorite move. 

“Short!” Melissa alerted the moment Layla threw the ball up. 

Nora, our libero, readied herself with a knowing look. Swiftly, she made her way to receive the jump float serve which had hit the tape, causing Nora to dive for it. Melissa sets the ball in return, and I run and jump, spiking it.

“Woo!” Leah cheers in celebration over the given point, raising her arms up.

The scrimmage only lasted about forty-five minutes, ending with my team winning, the scoreboard two to one. Afterward, we finalize practice with our cool-off stretch routine.

“I need Aria on my side next time,” Layla sighs as she gathers her stuff to leave.

I roll my eyes at her frisky grin. 

Layla ignores the look and bids her farewell, “See you tomorrow, Ms. All Around!”

Subsequently, I turn on my heels to get Larissa.

The blonde was already making her way down the bleachers, ending her conversation with a few of the other girls who came to watch. 

“Absolutely wonderful!” She happily praised, slightly skipping toward me.

“That was really nothing,” I mumble, “But thank you.”

Larissa simpered and playfully nudged my shoulder, “Ready to go?”

I hum in response, picking up my sports bag, and throwing the strap over my shoulder. Larissa grabs my water bottle and wraps an arm around my free one.

“I know that shower tonight is going to feel like heaven,” She smirked.

“Oh, absolutely.”

The entire walk back to our dormitories was filled with conversation. 

I asked the blonde what she thought of the practice and if she enjoyed her time there. She then continued to tell me how awe-inspired she was of me and my team, from our skills, knowledge of the sport, and relations with one another. Larissa also had an inquiry about volleyball, such as what certain terms meant and the positions of each player. 

How she looked at me so filled with contentment and adoration, her gaze showing that she was actively listening to every word I said sent a feeling of comfort and acceptance. I don’t believe I’ve ever met someone as good of a listener as Larissa. Nor have I ever met anyone who was so welcoming and kind. No matter what I was going on about, she always seemed to listen. I take gratitude in her willingness to take in whatever it was I proclaim. 

When we arrive at my dorm, we’re met with a restless Lillian.

“Are you alright, dear? You seem oddly tense.” Larissa inquired, worry enveloping her face.

The stressed blonde at her desk answered in an impotent voice, “We have that quiz coming up in math tomorrow, I don’t want to fail it.” 

“Oh, don’t stress, Lill. I’m sure you’ll do well. You always do.” Larissa insisted, taking a seat on my bed, and starting to take her heels off.

In silence, I gathered my night clothes and towel and headed toward my bathroom to shower. The blondes continued to talk and the subject, somehow, eventually changed from the quiz and the current unit in math to considering haircuts. 

Stripping myself of the sweaty practice clothes, I take a second to look at the incoming bruises from the past days. Afterward, I let my hair down from its ponytail and brushed it out before I stepped into the shower. To no surprise, Larissa was right. The moment I felt the water hit my skin, it felt like heaven. Any last nerves or frustration from earlier today were washed away with everything else. For that moment, at least.

I took my time in the shower and proceeded with my bathroom night routine. By the time I came out, Larissa was lying down on her back with her eyes closed and Lillian was busy studying.

“Don’t fall asleep now, Larissa. Unless you want me to push you whenever I wish to,” I warn, poking her in the side.

She squirmed away and giggled, “I’m not asleep! I was merely just resting my eyes.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Larissa stood up from the bed and gave me a sweet smile. Her lips parted as if she was going to say something, but a faint gasp from the other side of the room stopped her from speaking.

“Holy shit,” Lillian’s mouth left agape out of surprise, now turned toward us. “Larissa did you get even taller, homegirl?!”

“I think so,” Larissa mumbled curiously, looking down at herself in a feeble attempt to see if she had grown.

“Gag me with a spoon before you say homegirl ever again.” 

“Aria, how tall are you again?” Lillian asked, ignoring my commentary.

“5’10,” I glanced at Larissa who was looking at me with an innocent smile plastered on her face and her head slightly tilted. 

“You’re phenomenal at math, Ria. How tall do you think Rissa is?”

“Six-foot at least.”

“Damn,” The werewolf muttered in astonishment and shock.

“Is this a good thing?” Larissa sheepishly grinned, her cheeks turning a slight pink.

“In this lady’s eyes, hell yes! Do you know how hot tall women are? With your height and beauty, you could literally be a model!” Lillian beamed.

“Oh, please,” She scoffed, flustered from the abrupt praise.

“I’ve arrived!” A well-known raven-haired psychic announced as she entered the room.

Ironic timing.

“Ah! She finally came back from the party!” Larissa excitedly teased.

“As I’ve said before,” Morticia closed the door behind her and laid down on Lillian’s bed, sprawling her arms out. “It wasn’t a party, Rissa. It was just a fun little club meeting.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Larissa rolled her eyes and sat back down on my bed.

Morticia then turned her head from us to Lillian who was still sitting at her desk. “Hey, Lilli.”

“Hi, Tish,” She smiled, evidently tired from studying.

“Come,” Morticia insisted softly, patting a spot beside her on the bed.

Lillian sighed in defeat, knowing she wouldn’t be able to win an argument with Morticia. At least not in her current state. The blonde made her way to Morticia and they snuggled up together with Lillian’s stuffed animals.

Taking my gaze from the two, I looked down at Larissa and pushed her down on the comforter. Wordlessly, I contentedly reclaim my spot on my bed.

“Hey!” Larissa laughed. “Now, why would you do that?”

“I told you that I was going to push you.”

“I wasn’t even asleep!”

I shrugged at her and got into a comfortable lying position. Larissa threw one of the smaller pillows at me and attempted to make a run for it. 

Before she could get away, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the bed, keeping her down with my arm. Immediately afterward, I pick up one of the bigger pillows with my free hand and whack her.

In return, she gives me a goofy smile.

“Asshole,” I mutter, returning to my spot on the cushions. 

“I’m the asshole?” The shapeshifter inquired in a falsely offended tone.

Instead of answering, I tuck myself in.

Larissa shifted to rest on top of my legs, “Oh, don’t sleep now! You could at least answer me, asshole!” 

Morticia and Lillian chuckled at us.

“Poe cup is tomorrow!” Morticia beamed, elongating the words.

“Yes, yes it is!” Larissa giggled.

“Gnarly!” Lillian grinned.

I scowl at the word, “Don’t ever say that again.”

Larissa and Morticia laughed at the seemingly hurt, frowning blonde, “Always against me.”

“Okay you wonderful, gorgeous, chaotic three,” Morticia chuckled, released her hold on Lillian, and got up. “I’m going to go change and head to bed, see you in the room Riss. Goodnight, my dears!”

“Night, Tish!”

“Goodnight, Morticia.” 

After Morticia walked out and Lillian went into her bathroom, I pushed Larissa off my legs. “Get off me, blondie.”

“Don’t call me that. It’s such a stupid nickname,” Larissa playfully demanded, crossing her arms as she stayed in the position she fell into, “I rather you call me Riss, Rissa, hell, even Lari. Anything but blondie!”

“Lari, as in Larry? You rather I call you that than blondie?” I question, raising an eyebrow.

“Blondie sounds like a nickname you’d give a dumb blonde,” Larissa muttered, shifting towards me. “I’m no dumb blonde.”

“Whatever you say, Larissa.”

“Can someone come down with me to get dessert?” Lillian whined as she walked out of her bathroom, now dressed in sleepwear.

“I’d love to!” Larissa beamed as she crawled off my bed and skipped to Lillian.

What a sweet tooth this girl was.

“Do you want us to get you some chocolates, Ria?” Lillian asked before completely walking out.

“Yes, please.”

While the two were gone, I attempted to work on my novel. I haven’t been able to write as much as I’d like to because of school and extracurriculars, just as well as the social hangouts I’m dragged into. Anytime I can get to work on this or to work on my art is cherished.

At the moment, the main character is still in the process of grieving their loved one. I understand the stages very well, having gone through them for most of my life. Oddly enough, I’m also considerably capable of understanding and going in-depth with emotion and feelings, just as well as other personal aspects of the mind. Nonetheless, I can’t seem to continue where I left off. 

In turn, I chose to write a few poems. Well, I wouldn’t exactly classify them as poetry. Though, if I formatted it correctly, it could be a poem. Either way, it’s just a few lines of whatever I think of usually rooted in my current state of mind. 

“You bring me back to life.

Though your smile may take the breath from my lungs,

it brings the blood to my beating heart.

With every embrace,

brings warmth to the chills of your absence.

And to the sound of your voice,

my eyes light up 

and suddenly,

life is no longer disarray and sorrow,

but heaven and infatuation”

Sometimes I disgust myself with the poetic words I conceive in the eyes of romance. Revolted by what I’d just written, I decided to give myself a topic to think about instead of just writing what goes through my mind.

“You are not a poem,

Beautifully written and breathtaking,

You are an unfinished thought.

Long forgotten.

Not a painting,

Intricate and enchanting,

Merely a scribble on a torn piece of paper.

Neither a given light in the darkness,

Nor the stars of the night.

Nothing but a small step in someone else’s journey in life.”

I hate it.

Frustrated with the lack of ideas and creativity, I groan and bury my face in my hands.

After about five minutes of wallowing in self-pity and giving in to any mental exhaustion I’ve ignored for the past few days, I go back to my desk. Subsequently, I pull out my sketchbook and begin a new page. What is it am I drawing? I don’t know for sure. However, anytime I draw it at least comes out to be a semi-decent piece of something. It’s much better than nothing or something shit.

By the time the happy blondes return, I’ve crowded up two pages with a woman I have yet to name and her feline companion. Drawing her in her front view, side profile, and a ¾ view, just as well as two full body sketches, one including the cat. I attempted to give her hair a voluminous and soft look. I also sketched a forest clearing that caught my eye during a walk with Larissa.

“Who’s that?” Larissa said in a hushed tone as she leaned over my shoulder. I’m guessing from the whispering, she didn’t want to disrupt any concentration.

“A girl. I’m not sure as to who it is. I just drew her out of whatever came to mind.”

Larissa smiled at me, a look of pride and veneration in her eyes, “You’re endlessly filled with talent and surprises.”

“Oh, please,” I rolled my eyes in disbelief.

“It’s true!”

“Liar.”

Larissa gasped and put on another one of her fake looks of shock, “I’d never!”

“Whatever.”

“I don’t know what she said, but Larissa’s right,” Lillian deviously grinned as she slid the few bars of chocolate she’d taken toward me.

I shook my head, “This is anti-brunette,” 

“What?!” Larissa laughed.

“Anti. Brunette. Notice how the two blondes are ganging up against me? You should be glad I don’t consider this anti-Asian.”

To that last segment, Larissa let out a real gasp.

“We would never!” Lillian scoffed, placing a hand on her chest as if her heart was aching, “I feel so hurt that you would ever say that we could ever be against you. Or to any Asians at all!”

“You never really know,” I shrug, opening a Lindt bar.

“We steal chocolate for you and this is how you repay us? Accusations so cruel and false.” Lillian laid a hand against her mouth, looking away as if I’d just told her that I killed her best friend.

“Reparations.”

Lillian pursed her lips, not having anything else to say, turning around on her heels to rush over to her bed. Larissa’s attempt to hold in her laugh was a hilarious look.

“Anywho,” Larissa quietly cooed after settling down, “It’s getting a tad late and I have a bit of studying to do,”

“You’re always in those books, you don’t even need to study!” Lillian declares from her bed, raising her hands up. She looked silly doing so and still lying on her back.

“Don’t forget to be mean to your photos before bed!” She smiled, ignoring the werewolf.

“Don’t forget to praise that monstera as if it were your history books.”

Larissa let out a small laugh as she walked away, “Goodnight, my dears.”

“Goodnight, Larissa.”

“Goodnight, Rissa!”

“So, you are gay?” Lillian asked after the door shuts behind Larissa.

“What the hell?”

Lillian lets out a big laugh, “I’m sorry! You just never answered me all those nights ago! I want to know! I need to know!”

“Stay out of my business.”

“Please! Come on! I’m your best friend!”

“Good Lord,”

“Are you saying I’m not your bestie?! Oh, you’ve broken my heart three times now, Ria.” Lillian frowned.

“Better for you than me stabbing it.”

“I cannot believe this treatment I am receiving.”

“Whatever Lillian.”

Lillian grinned, “I love you too, Aria.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

The morning was filled with unnecessary joy and excitement for the Poe Cup. At lunch, it was all anyone was talking about. Everything started getting too tedious to bare, so I snuck away about an hour before the teams were meant to rally up for the race.

Thankfully, no one was in the library at this time. There, I find my way to the back, a secluded area with a few chairs and tables. Thriving in the comfortable, tranquil silence and absence of others. I haven’t been alone like this since, I’m not even sure when.

At home, the house was almost always packed because we live with my mother’s parents and there are also the kids. My sister’s seven years younger and my brother is a decade younger. So, when the adults are busy, I’m the one left to babysit. Here, there’s almost no way to be alone. There’s always going to be someone there with you.

“Aria?” 

For fuck’s sake.

“Yes, Larissa?”

The blonde pops her head out from one of the bookshelves, carefully walking up to me. If it were anyone else, I would’ve thrown the bookshelf onto them.

“I’m sorry, dear, am I interrupting anything? If you wish for me to leave,” Her voice is just as sweet as she is.

“You’re alright, Larissa. What is it?”

Hesitant to continue, she slowly takes a seat beside me, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Why?”

“You’ve seemed a bit off lately. And I know, I don’t know you the best and you aren’t quite fond of being around others, but you’ve been a bit more reserved lately. From the version, I know of you. Not exactly isolating yourself, but you haven’t been talking as much and I’ve caught you spacing out quite a bit.”

“What an observant girl you are,”

She offers a sympathetic smile.

“I’m alright, Larissa, truly. Thank you for your concerns. I’ve just been busy with all the sports, band, and school. Balancing everything, along with my own personal enjoyment,” I assured.

“Well, alright,” The look she gave seemed defeated, yet she still held her smile, “Care to walk down with me to set up?”

“Of course,” I say as I get up with her and accept her hand.

When we got to the dock closest to the building, the tents were set up and our team was still getting dressed. The sun was out and the weather seemed perfect with occasional faint gushes of wind. At least the weather isn’t going to be an obstacle.

“Come on, Riss, Aria! I want to put the whiskers on you two!” Morticia beamed, clapping her hands. 

To no surprise, Morticia looked wonderful in the catsuit. As did the others, of course.

“Aria, can you French braid my hair?” Aisha asked from one of our tents.

I hummed in response, stripping from my uniform to get into my suit. As I change, I hear the girls laughing and rushing to get ready for the race.

“Riss, come on, come on, come on!” Morticia squealed.

The second I step out of the tent, it feels like everyone stopped to look. Ignoring the feeling of stares, I made my way to Aisha who was sitting on the grass. Her joyous smile held a tint of mischievousness.

I kneel down behind her and she hands me the brush, “What’s with the smile, Aisha?” I asked in a monotone voice.

“Oh, nothing,” She cooed with a suspicious giggle. 

“Uh, huh,” I picked her head up, “Look straight.”

While braiding Aisha’s hair, I feel a headband being placed on my head. From the giggling, I know that it’s Morticia.

“You look so gorgeous, Ria,” She praises, moving my head to face her.

I give her a look before going back to Aisha’s hair. 

“I’m done.”

“Yay! Thank you!”

“Okay, come on, come on, come on!” Morticia smiled as she pulled me by the arm and practically ran to where she set up her makeup and face paint. 

She sits me at a picnic table next to Larissa. Larissa looked wonderful in her suit and the new hairstyle she asked me to do for her.

“Can I add pink, please?” Morticia pleaded with a pout and her well-known puppy eyes.

“No.”

“Please, Ria?” 

Knowing she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted, I simply gave her a nod. She jumps at the approval and happily picks out a pink to apply to the tip of my nose. Larissa seemed as happy and giddy as the raven was. 

Morticia was so close, I could feel her breath against my lips. She was so concentrated on perfecting the whiskers, biting her lip. I couldn’t help but catch an unreadable look on Larissa’s face that replaced her smile from my peripheral vision.

It took about forty minutes for all teams to get ready and settle into the canoes. As we all waited for principal Ramos to conclude her big Poe Cup speech and signal the start of the race, I looked around at the other teams. The makeup and costumes were interesting. Some are a bit more questionable than others, but creative and admirably disturbing, nonetheless. 

“Good luck,” Gomez mouthed with a wink and genuine grin. 

I offer him a nod and turn back to Larissa who sat behind me.

“Are you ready?” She smiled.

I nod, “Are you?”

“Excited, no less.” Larissa giggled, playfully rocking her shoulders as a bit of a dance.

All was well and going steadily at the beginning of the race. We were able to avoid any attacks or conflict from the other teams, ahead of everyone else. However, Morticia and I began to argue about how we were going to execute our win.

“It’ll be faster if we steer right, Morticia!”

“No, it’s better if we go left!” 

Larissa begged us to find the middle ground. The others couldn’t find the courage to intervene, only following whatever contradicting orders we threw at them. 

“Oh, dear,” Larissa sighed.

Before our bickering could get any more ‘violent’, there was a push against our canoe from underwater. A siren from Mammon Hall.

I groan at the only given solution to the problem. Taking off my cat ears and putting down my oar.

“Aria, what are you doing?” Morticia yelped, trying not to get wet from the waves.

Without a word, I jump into the water and morph into my siren form. My suit absorbs into my skin, now half covered by blue and white scales, legs transformed into my tail. Don’t ask me about the knowledge behind the clothes and skin in changing forms, there’s little to no information found on it. I’m guessing, in some way, it’s similar to shape-shifting.

Now underwater, I grab Christopher’s tale and pull him away from the canoe, punching him in the face. From his expression, he was afraid and didn’t dare to fight back. Instead, he quickly swam away to another one of the canoes. 

I swam to the surface and turn back into my human form. My hair was now drenched over the suit and my whiskers washed away. The girls stop rowing, their mouths left agape and silent looks of awe all around. 

I climb back onto the canoe and pick up my oar, “Come on, now.”

We all begin to row again and get back in front of the other teams. 

Arriving at the dock of Raven Island, Morticia hurriedly makes her way out of the canoe. She runs to get our flag at Crackstone’s crypt. Aisha joins her as a watch-out for any sabotages or attacks.

When the Icarus boys arrived, all members left their canoes. A stupid move.

Larissa offers a smirk before she jumps out and runs toward the forest. Subsequently, she comes back with another, very familiar, perky blonde. 

“Lillian?” Carina inquired from behind me.

“Hello, hello,” Lillian greeted with a troublesome grin on her face, “I’m only appearing to be a helping hand.”

Larissa and Lillian giggled as they went toward Icarus Hall’s canoe. Lillian spiked up her claws and teared up the bottom of the kayak. The blondes fist bump each other and bid joyous farewells, Lillian waving goodbye before she disappears into the woods. 

“Was that your idea?” I questioned the proud shapeshifter as she trotted back to us.

“Maybe,” She cooed.

I offer her my hand to help her step back into the canoe. She happily took it, and with her impeccable timing, Morticia finally returned.

“We got it, We got it, We got it!” She cheered with the flag in her and Aisha’s hands.

Quick to recuperate and make our way back to the finish line, we hear the faint groans and whines from the Icarus boys. However, a slight chuckle from Gomez stood out from everyone else. I knew that Larissa was wearing a satisfied and proud grin behind me. 

Somehow, the girls from Lee Hall caught up beside us. In an attempt to get ahead, spikes came out from the bottom of their kayak. To make things seem more difficult, one of the gorgons stoned Aisha. 

“Damnit,” Morticia grumbled under her breath.

“It’s okay,” I whisper beside her ear before telekinetically moving the Lee girl’s canoe.

Was it my intention to tip them over entirely? No...

Absolutely, yes it was.

Larissa, Morticia, and Carina couldn’t help the laughs that they let out as we continued to row up the lake. Even from afar, the hurrays and applause from the other students and staff could be heard. Ms. Caddel’s cheering grew even louder as we neared the dock.

“Those are my girls! Go, Ophelia Hall! Woo!” 

There’s no reason to, however, we all hurry to get out of the canoe and through the finish line. Others from our hall insisted on taking care of Aisha. Passing through the ribbon, the girls all gather into a group hug. Morticia not missing to tug me toward them. 

I wasn’t the fondest of the entire thing, but Lord knows how much I love to win.

After the proper handing off of the trophy to Ophelia Hall, the girls and I sit with the others and enjoyed the desserts and meal left just for us. They’re all radiating with triumph and glee. It’s a little overwhelming, the loudness, the laughter, the confusing mix of smells, the unwanted nudges and squeezes from those around me. The moment was sweet, but I needed a break. At least for a moment.

So, I stealthily walked away from the crowd and sat on Poe’s statue. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, sulking in the hushed noises and lack of touching. The fresh air was astonishingly comforting, leaning against the statue with my head tilted up.

Upon hearing footsteps, I pick my head up and open my eyes. Surprisingly, it was Gomez who came up. 

“Hi,” He smiled, sitting on the ground in front of me.

“What is it, Gomez?”

“Oh, nothing. I just noticed that you were missing from the group. Larissa and the girls were wondering where you were as well. Plus, I wanted to congratulate you all, and I couldn’t pass from congratulating one of the captains! I loved how you used your siren powers to beat up Chris and you tipped over Lee Hall! Oh, and having one of the werewolves sabotage our boat? Coolest things ever!” 

Gomez was so happy and his eyes shined with admiration. He looked like a child talking to his hero. It was adorable, but I held my stoic expression.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

All he offered was a weak smile.

“Are you alright, Gomez?” 

“Eh, I’m just tired,” He muttered, followed by a chuckle and rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Did you really come looking for me or did you try to find a place to run from the party and just happened to find me at the place you wished to stay at?” I question, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms against my chest.

“Uhm,” His head began to hang low, “Both.”

His tone seemed a bit hesitant and guilty. I lend him some mercy and offer a small smile.

“It’s okay, Gomez. If you wish for me to, I’ll leave and return to the quad.”

“No, no! If you’re alright with it, I’m absolutely fine with staying here with you. Happy to!” He insisted eagerly.

“Alright then.”

We stayed there, together in silence for a few minutes. At some point, I allowed him to rest his head on my knee. He was exhausted and his eyes called him out. That was the only reason as to why I let it slide. I know how terrible it is being around obnoxious slobs and those stupid, prideful boys he hung around weren’t an exception.

He fell asleep for a bit, and he snored a little. It was a bit ironic because he always bragged to us about being the only one who doesn’t snore or sleep talk.

When Gomez woke up, he apologized for falling asleep. I told him it was okay and we decided to go back to the quad.

There were whispers I couldn’t help but hear upon our return. 

“Are they together?”

[mixterglacia]

On The Subject Of Wasps

So I'll start this by saying everything is fine and no one got stung, but...me and my spouse just had to wage war on a paper wasp nest. (which made us both feel awful bc we love wasps)

 So I just bought a new pothos plant and none of the containers we have in the house are good to transfer it to. Cue me going to the shed to fish out one. As I walk up I am literally thinking "I hope there's no wasp nests since it's been a while since we opened this."

 I open the door, and instantly have several things smack my head and buzz angrily. I now know that's because the nest was somewhat built over the corner of the door so it can’t be opened or closed without disturbing the sizable hive. The only reason I think I wasn’t stung was that they were stunned by me smacking them with the door.

I am (to my knowledge) mildly allergic to wasps so I book it inside. I’m running down the equations in my head, knowing we have no insect killers that specialize in wasps. Let alone ones that can easily reach them.

The hardware store is closed and our shed is wide open. You can see the issue.

So I remember an old recipe for homemade wasp-b-gone. (Dish soap and water if you’re wondering) At first we put it in a spray bottle. This can’t coat them super well and we regularly have to take breaks to let the hive settle. Then I send my spouse in with a small plastic pitcher which works much better. We repeat a few passes with this until Acro accidentally dumps half the pitcher on themself and has to go change.

I’ve got our largest bowl with a handle (think kitchen aid mixing bowl) full of solution. The storm clouds that once populated the horizon are now looming large. The night is upon us and we are exhausted. A patrol of 7 wasps has returned to the hive. They are lost and confused. They are angry.

I can’t blame them. They’ve lost their home, their queen, and even their children. All for what? Daring to live a life free from danger?

I am a monster.

But I gotta get in the damned shed at some point. So I formulate a plan. My spouse and I are going to tag team this. I’m on splash duty, setting off what is now being referred to as The Holy Hand Grenade. Acro is on broom duty, to knock the nest down so we can finally close the door.

I steel my trembling nerves as best I can.

The time is now, and we can’t change course. I pull the pin and don’t look back. I circle the house to go in the front, avoiding the curious stare of neighbors. (side note, who waters their lawn in the dark with their shirt off?) When I get inside my spouse reports to me that our task has been a success.

We beat the enemy, yet I feel hollow.

No. Not ‘The Enemy’. They were just trying to survive.

I am truly a monster...

But I got my shed back, so eh. I guess I can live with that title.

[miketownsends]

1 (because i didnt know what it was until you started talking about it and i still dont understand), 5, 15, 21, 28

1. i saw a tweet back in... mid-August? that was like “ok i’ll bite what’s blaseball” and i was like “hey... what IS blaseball?” and i Googled it and found the site and signed up immediately. i must’ve found it like, RIGHT after the s3 playoffs ended. and that was it, my soul was signed away. (also there’s some good intro to blaseball stuff in my blaseball tag! or you can always just ask i’m always happy to talk abt blaseball) (basically: it’s kinda fantasy football except baseball and for people that like TTRPGs.)

5. see a couple of days ago i might’ve said Firefighters but now i feel like i know quite a bit about their lore! so maybe the Jazz Hands, or some of the smaller teams like the Steaks or the Dale or the Wings? the Jazz Hands have one of my very favorite characters now (Wyatt Pothos) but i don’t know ANYTHING about them lmao

15. blaseball characters fall into one of two categories for me: 1) i don’t know anything about them except maybe their name and 2) i would die for them. i can’t think of anyone i actively dislike? i mean the Garages have a character named Homerun Eric who is the WORST but he is not an actual blaseball player and so i don’t think he counts for the purposes of this question.

21. Jaylen and Mike being best friends. this is a hill i will die on. (also, Jaylen and Tillman being those people who are only VERY BEGRUDGINGLY around each other because they both care about the same person [Mike] but they hate each other’s guts and then winding up in a sort of weird almost-friendship that they would absolutely die again rather than admit to) (also like, they’re the only ones who have come back from the dead so far, sorry but you two are cosmically linked whether you like it or not) (honestly i just really enjoy the dynamics of the Jaylen/Mike/Tillman trio i think the whole thing is fascinating)

28. i was gonna say i haven’t been actively upset about any plot points bc mostly i’m just vibin and having a great time but THE FALLOUT FROM THE PODS. look we got Pitching Machine and that’s cool and great but THE TACOS SNACKRIFICED THEMSELVES FOR US ALL and DIDNT EVEN GET ANY OF THEIR PLAYERS BACK. i’m still just so sad about that. i realize this mechanic was probably planned long before the Snackrifice but like. man. all their Wyatts are gone, NaN is gone (not due to the Snackrifice, but), and they even lost their Pitching Machine. that SUCKS.

[drdiabolical]

Why couldn’t you be wrong?

Note: this excerpt is much further along in my fic than I have fleshed out as of yet, the dialogue tags are limited because it is a flashback that bleeds into the present which will be split between the dialogue. 

One summer afternoon, Kakashi had been sat beside Rin on her bed, looking at the hanging pothos plant, head leant against the wall. The occurrence itself wasn’t so strange, the two of them were close. They had to be. 

The conversation in particular wasn’t so odd, either. Rin was often taken by musings that were both whimsical and grounded, folded into her words over and over, realities just two steps to the left of theirs. Hypotheticals and wishes for the future. 

Hung on the wall next to her literature collection was a bucket list, a pinned up piece of scrap scroll decorated by varying colours of inked goals written at different points in time. She had been here and there, like that, cared more for function over aesthetics. Personally, Kakashi liked a balance of both. A balance he kept by laying claim to next to nothing at all.

The conversation had been about luck and its surrounding superstitions, she’d seen a spider that morning and killed it, wanting to see what would happen to the rest of her day. 

“It’s bad luck to kill a spider in the morning, good luck at night. But what if the opposite is true? I haven’t had anything unlucky happen to me so far,” she said.

“I’m here,” he replied.

“Must be a lucky spider, then. I’ll have to let my grandma know she got it wrong.”

“Maybe she didn’t. I don’t feel lucky.”

“Ah, but I have more evidence. You’re not supposed to draw conclusions on limited data, but I’m pretty sure the rules of luck are actually for a different world from ours.”

“Different world?”

“Well, we had to get the rules from somewhere, didn’t we? And I know they’re not based on this world. It’s like looking into a mirror, they’re opposites.”

“Okay, like the spider, but what else?”

“You know lucky numbers?”

“I know four is supposed to be unlucky.”

“Mmhm, know any others?”

“... Seven? I think seven is supposed to be lucky.”

“Yeah, it is. But I don’t think team seven has ever been very lucky.”

She was right. And then whatever ruling force - luck, destiny, some twisted God or demented deity - saw fit to prove her right again just a month later. She wasn’t there to bring up her theory again in the light of new evidence, but Kakashi understood. 

He wished he didn’t.

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[mycupoffanfiction]

His Second Chance Part 14

Bucky x Reader

His Second Chance Masterlist

Bucky comes back from Wakanda with Steve, ready to begin his recovery from his days as the Winter Soldier, but there’s one thing he doesn’t take into account - you.

Warnings: Smuttish - definitely NSFW, fluff, slight frustration, vague description of masturbation, blood (Reader cuts herself by accident). 

Word count: Approx 2300

Masterlist

Bucky faces his inner frustrations. A new idea for the team is pitched.

Please don’t hesitate to leave suggestions or thoughts! TAG LISTS ARE OPEN! (Permanent list and His Second Chance list)

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“No, Steve, I don’t wanna- Wait can we go in here?” Bucky rushed off, yanking Steve along by the wrist into a plant shop. “Buck, why won’t you do it?” Steve asked as Bucky practically threw him into the shop. “Shh for a second, I wanna look at these little guys.” Bucky grinned, looking at the vast array of house plants. “They’re plants, Bucky.” Steve scratched the back of his neck as he looked on at Bucky bending over at the middle to look very closely at a little Pothos plant. “Anyway, tell me why you don’t wanna do it.” He pressed. “Could ya use a lighter tone? Plants don’t like it when you sound angry.” Bucky pouted a bit. “Has Sam been showing you those articles about plant experiments?” Steve wondered, giving up and walking off to occupy himself while Bucky picked out a plant.

 “You bought one?” Steve asked. “Uh, yeah? For my girl.” Bucky seemed pleased with himself as he exited the shop, meeting Steve outside as he cradled a paper bag, bright green leaves poking out of the top as he pressed it gently against his chest to keep it safe. “Can you answer my question now?” Steve asked as they walked down the street. “I don’t wanna do missions Steve, m’not ready for that yet.” Bucky sighed. “But you wanna do something, right?” Steve asked, receiving a hum as response.

 “Thought about doing local work in the city, like a private eye or a hero for hire sorta thing, but I don’t know, not even sure Fury would fund it.” Bucky thought out loud. “Really? Because I know a certain young lady who would jump at a chance to do that with you.” Steve smirked, nudging him in the arm. “In fact, it might be a good opportunity to make a stepping stone for the recruits, get them to do something local before the big missions.” Steve suddenly became excited about the idea. “We gotta pitch this to Fury, if I back you, he’s sure to let you do it. Oh and if we bring (Y/n) with us, the big sweet eyes get him every time.” Steve poked him in the side. “Can you- can we not use my girlfriend’s cuteness as a way to get things?” Bucky quirked a brow. “She does it!” Steve exclaimed. “Yeah, but sometimes I’m not sure she realises she’s doin’ it.” Bucky chuckled.

 God, she’s so damn cute though. An image of you popped into his head and Bucky completely zoned out, ignoring Steve completely as he thought about you, daydreaming about scenarios with you. You sprawled out on your pretty bedsheets, soft little moans passing through your lips, a deep blush on your cheeks as your chest heaved. His pretty girl, a complete mess under him as he pleasured you and-.

“Bucky, were you listening to anything I just said?” Steve asked. “W-what?” Bucky looked about, startled and a little disappointed he’d been pulled from his mind. “What’s got you so distracted?” He asked. “Nothing!” Bucky answered all too quickly and a knowing smile grew on Steve’s lips. “You thinkin about-.” Steve began teasing. “Don’t you say it, don’t you fuckin’ say fondue.” Bucky growled. “Whoa, I was gonna say your girlfriend, but I guess that works too.” Steve chuckled. “Also, use a lighter tone, plants don’t like it when you sound angry, Buck.” He teased, receiving a death glare from Bucky. Fuckin’ Steve.

 “Hey pretty girl.” Bucky grinned at you as he walked into your room, the door having been half open. “Got you a present.” He beamed, holding out the paper bag for you. “A present, for me?” You gasped, taking it and peering in the top, nose dipping slightly into the bag, causing Bucky to chuckle softly. So fucking cute. “Thank you Bucky.” You smiled widely, hopping up onto your feet and reaching up on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. “You’re welcome doll, I hope you like it.” He smiled.

 “Hey, uh, me and Stevie wanna run something by you over some coffee in a minute, that okay?” He asked. “Mhm.” You nodded, happily setting up your new plant on your windowsill and rotating the pot a few times, fiddling so gently with the leaves until you were happy with the placement. “What do you wanna talk about?” You asked, walking towards the door with Bucky at your side. “We had an idea; thought you might want in.” He explained as you moved out into the corridor. “An idea for what?” You asked. “Instead of missions, darlin’.” Bucky said, his arm resting around your shoulders as you walked into the living room, Steve and Sam waiting on the sofas, already prepared with some hot drinks.

 As the boys explained the idea of creating a local unit in the city, Bucky was well and truly captivated by the way you fidgeted and sat on the sofa. One leg tucked under the other, the other dangling over the edge of the sofa. Fingers fiddling with the hem of your top and the ends of your hair as you listened, eyes flitting between Steve and Sam as they talked. Teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you concentrated on what they said while your index finger twirled around a little piece of hair. Your dangling leg swayed here and there, sometimes softly hitting against the sofa. You little hums of agreement and the way your smile curved when you reacted to things and took in the information. And then your eyes set on him, on Bucky and he froze completely.

 You’re staring, it’s rude, ma would be spinning in her grave.

She’s so gorgeous, I jus’ wanna hold her and- the image of you on the bed beneath Bucky popped into his head again and he indulged in his imagination. Pretty soft moans leaving your lips, hair tossed about as he thrust into you, beautiful bare body, spread out for him to see and admire. He imagined what you might look like fully nude and Bucky thought he might keel over. “Bucky.” You moaned out his name. “Bucky.” You whined, hands reaching up, delving into his hair, causing him to grunt and-.

 “You alright man?” Sam waved his hand in front of Bucky’s face, making him blink furiously and shake his head in an effort to compose himself. Jesus, get your head out of the damn gutter, Barnes. Steve looked at him with a knowing smirk, trying his best not to laugh at Bucky while he received a murderous glare from him. “So are we ready to set up that meeting with Fury?” Steve asked. “Everyone happy with the ideas?” He added. You nodded excitedly, humming in agreement. “Yeah, I’m game.” Sam sat back against the sofa. “Buck?” Steve prompted. “Yeah, sure.” He responded, not really paying attention. You got it real bad, Barnes.

“Alright, I’ll make a meeting with Fury, hopefully he can fit us in over the next few days.” Steve announced. “Sweetheart, you’re happy with all of this?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I’d be more comfortable with this and handling recruits than dealing with missions.” You nodded, glancing over at Bucky, your eye contact faltering as you looked away. Bucky didn’t realise, but he’d been burning a hole right through you the whole way through your family meeting and you’d be lying if he didn’t intimidate you with his deep, angry stare. 

 Is it possible to have a kink for being called Sergeant? Pretty sure you got that, Barnes. Bucky groaned as he thumped his head against the tiled shower wall. Shut up would ya? Just one second without a sexual thought. Isn’t is a bit wrong to be thinking about her like that? Bucky sighed as he leaned his head back, the warm water cascading down onto him, soaking into his hair. But she’s so wonderful, so good, just wanna love her like that. Bucky grunted, throwing his head back a bit too fast and hitting the wall behind him. Thinking about her makes you crazy, look at you flopping all over the place.

 Bucky was consumed by you again, pretty eyes, beautiful features, your laugh, the way your butt bounced when you danced around twirling and jumping. So smart, so sweet, so soft. She makes me soft. “Sergeant.” You moaned beneath him, Bucky thrusting slowly and then speeding up. “Come on, pretty girl, cum for me, cum for your Sergeant.” Bucky spoke softly in your ear. Your laboured breaths becoming little pants and moans as you reached the edge. With a little gasp and the soft utter of his name on your lips, you came undone underneath him and Bucky soon followed.

 Bucky stood, slightly ashamed of himself as he panted, body hot but soaking wet as he let out a few gruff breaths, coming down from his euphoria before washing himself off and finishing up his shower.

 “Do you think I did something wrong?” You asked, floating about behind Steve as he prepared dinner in the kitchen. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” He asked as he browsed the cupboard before pulling out a bag of fusilli. “Can you chop this?” He asked before you could respond, pointing at the vegetables on the chopping board. “Bucky’s been staring at me all afternoon with a death glare, I don’t know what I did, but he looks pissed every time he looks at me.” You explained, slicing each vegetable carefully. “Hm, I’m not sure he’s mad at you sweetie.” Steve stifled a chuckle, knowing full well why Bucky had been staring at you the way he had, considering his earlier conversation.

 Oh shit, I’ve been giving her death glares all afternoon? Fuck me Barnes, that’s what you look like when you’re thinking about being with her and the poor girl is intimidated and thinks you’re mad at her! Idiot. Bucky listened from the hallway before walking into the kitchen. “Hey, Buck” Steve greeted him nonchalantly. “Bucky?” You almost screeched, embarrassed he may have overheard you two talking about him. A little hiss came from you and Bucky curiously peered over your shoulder to see you’d accidently caught your finger on the knife in your panic. “Oh, doll, c’mere.” Bucky took the knife from you, dropping it on the counter before he took your hand in his. It wasn’t a bit cut, but it was bleeding a lot. “I’ll clean you up, doll.” Bucky gently tugged you away with him.

 “Here, hold that while I get you plaster.” He made you hold a tissue over the cut to slow the blood. “Do I scare you?” Bucky asked, looking over his shoulder at you while he rooted about in your bathroom cabinet for a plaster. “What?” You sounded a bit confused. “I overheard you and Stevie, said I was giving you daggers all day, doll. M’sorry I made you think I was mad at you.” Bucky turned to face you, taking your hand in his. Your features softened as you looked up at him fiddle with the packaging for the plaster. “It’s okay, I just- I thought I did something to annoy you.” You sighed when he pulled out the bright blue Captain America plaster. What is it with her and Steve merchandise? I’ll get her some plasters with red stars on, that’ll show Steve. “No, pretty girl, it wasn’t that at all. I- uh- I just had something on my mind.” Bucky cringed as he wrapped the plaster around your finger.

 Please don’t ask, please don’t ask, please don’t ask. “What was on your mind, Sergeant?” You asked so innocently as you inspected your plaster. Fuck, what am I supposed to say? That I was making love to her in my mind? “Uh.” Bucky paused. “You don’t wanna know.” He shook his head. “Oh.” You looked up at him, chewing on your lower lip. “It was about you.” Bucky blurted out. You gave him a questioning look as he drew in a sharp breath. Shouldn’t have said anything, you idiot. “About… You and me.” Bucky tiptoed around the subject. “Aw, like cute stuff?” You asked, swinging your legs back and forth on the bathroom countertop. “Not- not exactly.” Bucky blushed, cheeks bright red. Suddenly, you caught on and you looked a little shocked for a moment before letting a string of nervous giggles leave your lips.

 “What were we doing?” You asked, voice suddenly becoming sultry as you leant forwards on your elbows, face propped up in your hands as you gazed up at him. “Um, fondue?” Bucky cringed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna kill Steve for his damn fondue. Save it, Barnes! “Made love to you, pretty girl.” Bucky smiled softly, watching as your cheeks warmed with a dusting of pink as you looked up at him through your thick lashes. “Wanted you so bad, doll.” Bucky spoke without thinking. “I couldn’t help it.” His hands came down to rest on your thighs, squeezing gently. “I want you too, Bucky.” You whispered. “Dinner first, pretty girl.” Bucky all but growled. He leaned down and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, but it still maintained the love and passion his kisses usually had.

 Maybe we should skip out on dinner and eat later. Bucky was yearning for you, there was no way he could make it through dinner without getting all worked up, but maybe that was all part of the fun.

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