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husina · 3 months ago

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Track Analysis

This will be a long post and most of you will skip it, understandable ngl. However over the summer, a X post emerged claiming that N named an album after JD, and some tracks from the album were leaked. A X post shows July 22 as a starting point. There might have been discussions about this earlier, but I couldn't find any information, so I'll use July 22 as my reference. I'll only look at events up to that point. Since this is a X post, everyone should take it with a grain of salt, but the songs mentioned in it interestingly reflect the summer events, which is why I want to analyze them now. As far as I know, no one paid much attention to it at the time (at least I didn't) but it has piqued my interest now. Better late than never. Lol. I'm not a professional music critic, but I did study lyric analysis in school, though that was nearly a decade ago, so my knowledge isn't current and may not be entirely accurate. I'll always include an official analysis as well for those who are only interested in that, as they are also quite telling.

Even if N has nothing to do with the album, I enjoyed analyzing it because whoever put it together did an excellent job. Although the album is named after JD, I believe, as I went through the tracks, that they perfectly describe L and N's situation, the feelings they have for each other, and what has happened between them since the first "papgate" and before.

Why don’t I think it’s about JD? Because I’m a Lukola shipper. Period. Just kidding, it’s not just because of that, but it is significant. My loyalty belongs to them, and I analyze things related to them based on that. However, more importantly, as we have gotten to know them over the years, especially during WT, the album seems to fit them better. It aligns with the image they’ve portrayed in the SOCIAL MEDIA. Yes, I don’t know their private lives and what feelings or thoughts they have, so I wanted to highlight that.

Moreover, most of the tracks fit L and N very well. N has mentioned several times how much he likes the new Billie Eilish album, and two tracks from it are included here. One is "Birds of Feather," which he specifically talked about in a Canadian interview with Buzzfeed, saying it will be a perfect song for a Polin edit. He also shared the track "The Louvre" by Lorde in his story after Brazil, and a bunch of us believe something significant thing(s)must have happened between them, as the song also suggests. We know that Luka likes The 1975, and there’s a track from them as well. Additionally, Matt Healy, the frontman of Sunshine Baby, worked on the track, providing vocals and assisting as a producer. Based on this, the list is strongly connected to them.

Dog Eyes by Dijon

Hands grip the back of the wide lens

You tell me to smile and I do

I'm wide-eyed when I think about you

Glory, glory, well, I could cry now

So I avert my eyes and I do

And I'm red-eyed when I think about you

See ya later

No way, no way, no way

See ya later

Hands on my chest when you lie down

A sea of grey and black around you

I get dog eyes when I think about you

Save me, save me now

Your new eyes look pretty on you

On you, babe

Oh, if I die today

Will it be without grace?

Will it be violent? Will it be tame?

Will I be silent? Will I be brave?

I don't wanna go

Don't wanna go

This would have been a very long introduction. For anyone who has read this far, thank you. I will analyze the tracks from an emotional perspective, focusing on how they relate to L and N rather than just analyzing the songs themselves. This means that there will be a lot of assumptions made. For those who are not interested in this, I recommend the official text-based analysis. However, songs are fundamentally emotional, as they impact us in some way when they stay in our heads or become our favorites, especially from an emotional standpoint. So, my analysis will also reflect this aspect. I just wanted to clarify this upfront.

So, the first track I chose is my personal favorite from the album. It reflects a bit on the "papgate" and the subsequent feelings that might have been expressed by Luke. Since I believe he might have contributed this piece to their little album (because he loves to suffer), I will focus on him, with N appearing through him.

I chose this song because it's one that most people have heard the least about. I didn't know it at all before the album, not even the artist. It's not going to be everyone's favorite, and I didn’t like it at first either, but on the second and then third listen, it clearly became one of my favorites. So, I recommend giving it a few more chances if you haven't heard it yet or if it didn't appeal to you initially and perhaps you can brodan your horizons.

The first line of the verse begins with "Hands grip the back of the wide lens." "Hands grip": This suggests that someone is holding onto something firmly with their hands. Just like A held L's hand, because you can see in the pictures that it was a determined step, confident and tight. There's no doubt that even their fingers were intertwined. By holding his hand, she didn’t just hold his hand; she confirmed their relationship. She made it clear that what we saw on WT was just an illusion and PR to sell their season, and we were delusional to think it was real. Luke was just an actor doing his job, and now that it's over, he's returning to reality, and that's where we belong, too. By holding L's hand, she placed a huge burden on him, which still affects him—that from this moment on, they are a couple in the public's eyes, no matter how quickly he tried to free himself from the handshake (the guy literally ran away), but in that moment, their relationship became official without a word being said. Especially since on WT a significant confirmation happened through a handshake—another twist of the knife in the fans' and (N's hearts).

"The back of the wide lens": Refers to the rear part of a camera lens, specifically a wide-angle lens, which captures a broad field of view. The lens here could refer to the paparazzi photographers' cameras that appeared out of nowhere and ruined six months and another eight months of work, as there are many people who still haven't watched the second half of the season due to the "papgate." (Personal opinion: If those pictures hadn’t come out, WT wouldn't just be in sixth place—although that's an impressive achievement in itself—but it would definitely be in the top five on the all-time list.) The cameras captured a moment that will never disappear from the internet. However, the photographers did a thorough job, not just recording the handshake but also the events before and after it. You can see A's face light up as he sees the opportunity or realizes what she needs to do. Her hand gesture looks like she's greeting them, or at least she’s happy to see them. After the handshake, you can see A laughing and L staring angrily at the camera, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. Just as the lyrics suggest, the wide lenses captured everything.

The next line is, "You tell me to smile and I do." I think this refers to N's words, as we see in Milan how hard he tries to pull himself together, but he's likely bracing himself for backlash because you can see that he's panicking. This was his first attempt to smile, but it didn’t really come off as genuine, showing that he was unhappy with the situation he was in. However, later at the Loewe show or on Jimmy Fallon, we saw a more composed person. With Jimmy, he showed a particularly calm side (famous quote: "I can be a Ken for her"), and there’s a chance N was there with him (pap photos of N at the airport), so she could have told him personally how to smile and keep going, no matter how much he didn’t want to.

The phrase "I'm wide-eyed when I think about you" typically means that the person feels a sense of wonder, amazement, or intense focus when thinking about someone. It suggests that the person is captivated or fascinated by the thoughts of the other person, much like how someone might be wide-eyed with surprise or admiration. We saw many times during WT how much L admired N, how smitten he was with her—sometimes even forgetting about the cameras. However, the lyrics also suggest that now the person can only think about the desired person because they’re not close to each other (La pool pic, La La Land—it’s always nice to think about it lol).

The phrase "Glory, glory, well, I could cry now" suggests a strong emotional reaction. The word "glory" here can imply something awe-inspiring, magnificent, or overwhelming, while "I could cry now" indicates that L is feeling such strong emotions (perhaps joy or even sadness) that he is on the verge of tears. The combination of these expressions suggests that L is deeply moved by all the emotions he’s holding in. Based on the pictures, it’s most likely pain, anger, and sadness that make him want to cry about the situation, missing N or/and regretting that the fans were disappointed in him.

"So I avert my eyes and I do" indicates that L is intentionally looking away from something, either physically or metaphorically, and then proceeds to take some action or follow through with something they intended to do. "Averting one's eyes" typically implies avoiding something that is difficult, uncomfortable, or overwhelming to face directly. The phrase indicates a deliberate choice to avoid confrontation or direct engagement with something, followed by taking an action. It could specifically refer to him not wanting to see that A was involved in the "papgate" or that his friends, including R, were playing games behind his back. Or maybe he doesn’t want to see the consequences that the "papgate" had on his reputation and career.

The phrase "And I'm red-eyed when I think about you" typically means that the person feels deep sadness or emotional pain when thinking about someone. "Red-eyed" often refers to eyes that are irritated or swollen from crying, so the phrase suggests that thoughts of this person bring the speaker to tears or cause them to feel strong, overwhelming emotions. The lyrics specifically state that these aren’t happy tears and that the person probably lost the one they were thinking about. Emotions overwhelm him when he thinks about N. This could show how much of a social media void we experienced from N's side and how much she disappeared apart from a few Bton-related posts. But even when we saw Luke, he didn’t look like himself, increasingly giving off a soulless, stoic impression next to his alleged girlfriend.

"See ya later": A casual farewell indicating that the speaker expects to see the other person again in the future. "No way, no way, no way": This repetition emphasizes strong disbelief, rejection, or refusal. It suggests that the speaker is adamantly denying something or expressing that something is impossible or unacceptable. However, if you combine them, the phrase could be used to indicate a combination of saying goodbye and firmly rejecting or doubting something. For instance, it might be used in a context where someone is leaving and also expressing strong disagreement or disbelief about something that was said or proposed. Or that they won’t meet again. However, the "See ya later" reappears, so the bridge gives a bit of hope. Well, yeah, even if they don’t want to, they’ll have to meet again because season four filming is starting. Lol.

"Hands on my chest when you lie down": This suggests a close, intimate moment where someone’s hands are resting on the speaker’s chest while they are lying down. It conveys a sense of physical closeness. Brazil, Ireland, Italy, London, Australia—believe what you will. Lol. "A sea of grey and black around you": This imagery describes a surrounding environment dominated by shades of grey and black, which might represent a somber, melancholic, or emotionally charged atmosphere. Together, the phrase evokes a scene of intimacy and connection contrasted with a dark, possibly emotionally heavy or unsettling backdrop. It could imply that even in a close, comforting moment, there is an overwhelming or difficult environment surrounding the experience. This could hint at a secret that L is hiding or they’re both hiding, or just that their time together is running out, which the first "papgate" certainly brought about, whether planned or not. When N posted "Frames Your Face" on June 10, there’s a similar part in the lyrics: "But now your face is hiding something,/ something, it's burning/And I'm gonna wait for you." (JD and N don’t share the same song, only the artist is the same.)

The phrase "I get dog eyes when I think about you" suggests a deep emotional reaction when thinking about someone. "Dog eyes" can be interpreted as having a look of longing, vulnerability, or affection, similar to the expressive and emotional gaze often associated with dogs. Additionally, it suggests loyalty. It shows loyalty that after the first "papgate," we never saw him hold A's hand again—a famous GQ picture where he intentionally clasps his hands in front of him for everyone to see. It also shows that he still longs for N.

The phrase "Glory, glory, why do you hide now?" can be interpreted as a poignant question expressing confusion or frustration about why something or someone once admired or celebrated is now concealed or no longer visible. It also shows that N likely distanced himself from L, despite the boyfriend-coded posts, but they aren’t talking. Or it can be interpreted as having to hide their happiness from the public, depending on how one sees what might have happened between them over the summer.

"Save me, save me now." Imo, this is the strongest part of the song. It’s a simple, straightforward expression, but very powerful. It could refer to asking N to save him from the situation he’s stuck in with A, or from the backlash he received for the "papgate," just as N did (proud member of the Lukey Newts fan club since 2019 etc) Anyway, he shows that he wants to escape the situation, but he can’t do it alone. (Why not L? Seriously. Get a grip! Lol)

The phrase "Your new eyes look pretty on you.” It can be used figuratively. It could refer to a change in perspective or attitude, suggesting that this new way of seeing or understanding things suits them well. The Wimbledon event is a fitting example. If I remember correctly, this was the first time we saw N publicly since the premiere, and she looked stunning, confident, and radiant. And L admires this (as always).

The lines "Oh, if I die today, Will it be without grace?, Will it be violent? Will it be tame? Will I be silent? Will I be brave?" express a profound contemplation about the nature of one's death. Together, these lines reveal a deep anxiety or curiosity about how one’s end will unfold, pondering its nature and the emotional or spiritual state in which it will occur. He is reflecting on the finiteness of life, but this is just a melancholic moment, not a serious contemplation of death.

“I don't wanna go.” This could imply that he doesn’t want to die, but even more so that he doesn’t want to become a soulless person. Furthermore, it could mean that he doesn’t want to attend events where A is present or that he didn’t want to go to Italy and go through that gateway. There are plenty of options. (We hate some of these too.)

So, this was the analysis of the lyrics of this song. It turned out pretty long, so thanks to anyone who reads it. But I enjoyed breaking it down line by line and reflecting on it from a Lukola perspective. Obviously it is soo delulu. Probably I'm on the board to win the title for the longest unnecessary post. ✌️🤍

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#lukola #nicola coughlan #luke newton #Dijon #Dog eyes #Track #JD #album release #Sad boy summer #twitter #X #Track Analysis

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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 4 months ago

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Question if it's okay, I understand if it's too personal.

Do you operate out of Canada?

DO I SEEM CANDIAN????/srs

HOW ON EARTH DO I GIVE OFF CANDIAN????

I live in the weirdest country man, Australia is weird. I love it here dearly but I wish the air wasn’t actively trying to kill me.

it’s mostly filled with sadness and damp, despite what most common conceptions are.

born and raised in Victoria lol, so fucking wet. And then it gets so fuckkkkkkinggggg hot

Also yes it fucking snows here Australia has a vast array of biomes

I am excited for snowy 2.0 tho, that’s gonna be a metric fuckton of hydroelectric energy in the next 10 odd years

I went to the snowy river hydro learning facility thing it’s surprisingly cool I suggest 10/10

we have rainforests, deserts, tundras kinda, reefs, giant lakes and rivers and shit, huge mountains, and all sorts of really fucking cool geographical anomalies and animals!

I suggest coming here and not going to Sydney and seeing the giant wonderful place here.

I AM NOT PAID BY ANY GOVERNMENT I JUST GENUINELY LOVE IT HERE

why the fuck am I type cast as Canadian or American, like yeah I know a ton about the politics and culture and whatever it just goes to show how easy it is to lie.

I did fake being American for about uh 5-6 years of my life online?

And I picked up a LOT of cultural and social shit, at this point I’m an honorary American purely through nothing other than living on the American internet more than half my life.

I;m not Canadian please learn more about Australia it’s super cool here

#Anon #anon ask #sorry I just genuinely love the shit out of here #I ain’t a fucking nationalist fuck the government genuinely #but I love my country in a “this place is genuinely beautiful and I’m sad most don’t know”#visit Australia guys #and go see all our cool ass biomes #Or parliament it’s pretty cool actually. Or old parliament

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montygatorguy · 7 months ago

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all the question for the fic ask thing just all of them

this took ages but thanks for the ask dude :D

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

i love all my fics, but i think im most proud of look all around at the mountains you haven’t climbed

🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer.

ill go with an easy one, terrible things would be terrible things by axie

📝 How many words do you have posted?

55,334

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

either when i saw your (reggies) bookmark on my autistic may fic or the guest that commented a bunch on my alenoah sickfic

🔮What's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?

i don’t write that many, but bringing romeo back as a ghost in glass half empty was fun

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

i won’t use maycois here, imma use gweather from td. they remind me of good luck babe by chapelle roan so that

🎭What genre of writing comes easiest to you?

probably just fluff. it’s fun

🙊Your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?

my friends and my parents all know i write, but if one of my classmates said something i would probably stay quiet.

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

“When you’re a superhero, no one thinks you can die. They think that with every injury, big or small, you’ll always get back up. But that’s a lie. Superheros, no matter how strong they may be, are still human. And for the first time since they were bitten, the police saw the two of them as such.” from chapter 1 of glass half empty

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

a couple, maybeimamuppet, onthelasttrain, and flylikeajailbird. all really good writers that i read on my early days on ao3. also all of my insanely talented mutuals here <3

👶Fankids: How you do you feel about them? Would your OTP have kids?

may and frankie would make great parents and i could imagine them probably adopting :)

🐗How do you handle trolls?

never had to deal with any thankfully, probably would just ignore

🟥How long do you spend in edits?

not really that long tbh

��What is your perfect writing envrionment?

school, usually when im supposed to be doing something else lol

💪What motivates you to write?

its fun getting to share the ideas i have with others and seeing what they think

🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?

almost all of my fics started out as scenarios i would think of before bed.

🌠What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?

from the other tags catagory it’s alternate universe - high school, canon divergence, and modern setting

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

my chromebook from my school, but i started out writing all the way back in first grade where i wrote a story about a superhero fish (that was vaguely base off shark tale lmao)

🤔What are some words or phrases you find yourself overusing?

probably just finding different ways to have people express affection, idk

📕How do you feel about people printing your fics?

if any of you ever do this i will lose my mind /pos, please tag me (but give credit!)

🤷‍♀️What's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?

my one singular fnaf sb fic. i don’t understand why it has 300 hits. i need to write a better one sometime

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

that APPARENTLY the canadian date format starts with the year. it was interesting

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

i hope sometime i get the motivation to finish terrible things because i have lots of ideas i just don’t wanna write them

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around?

in sequence, but i usually plan things out first

👀 Would you ever accept requests or commissions?

maybe!

😱What's your greatest fear as a fanfic writer?

like you said, the actors reading my fics. that would be terrifying if i just woke up and checked my inbox and there was a comment from like. justin david sullivan. i don’t know what i would do.

☕Coffee or tea while you write?

i don’t like hot drinks. usually i just drink water

📈Which are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks?

throwdown (chase and mk sibling fic, 8) blaze (alenoah sickfic, 7) and haven (hg/ss lance and silver fic, 5)

🎬One of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?

terrible things (let’s just pretend it’s finished) id love it to be a 2d animated show but im not sure on what network

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

oh god, i have no clue. maybe like a swap au thing or something with &j idk

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

the only movie i can associate with maycois or jumeo is moulin rouge tbh

👩‍🎓 Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing?

im just a high schooler with a chromebook, blorbos, and a dream

⏳If you could go back in time and tell your younger writer self something, what would it be?

that people won’t think you’re cringe or anything. people love your writing

💯 What rating do you write the most? Gen Audiences, Teen, Mature, or Explicit? How many fics at that rating do you have?

20 general, 8 teen. none for mature/explicit

😁What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

comments or bookmark messages!

🐎 Would you ever do a medieval or pirate au?

maybe. i do love pirates.. yargh

👩‍🏫Pick a character and I'll tell you their favorite season and why.

ill pick may, they like spring. cause flowers :)

🎵Do you make playlists for your fics?

nope. i just listen to my fnaf playlist most of the time

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

holy shit, my vacation simulator fics. hats off to the one guy who commented on them, i love you

#thanks for the ask my guy!#asks #fanfic asks #ask game

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butch-chastity · 2 years ago

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just saw your post about how you got your name (which is luke) and realised that your URL means chastity like. refraining from intercourse. and not that you are a butch named Chastity. hi Luke Im so sorry for calling u Chastity in my head this whole time LOL

actually no that's really funny so ur ok to keep doing it. i think butch-[puritan girl's name] is a good bit. butch-prudance. butch-amity. butch-felicity. we should keep doing it.

i'm not going to lie to you, i see your name in your tumblr bio but still just call you "mick" in my head so you are absolutely not alone here.

i'm actually glad that you interpreted chastity as my name because since i changed my blog title from "& the sundance kid" to "cass enjoyer" i've been paranoid that people are interpreting my blog as like. a christian anti-sex thing and aren't aware that i'm actually named after a series of canadian evangelical passion plays where batman and butch cassidy get crucified & robin sings the devil went down to georgia.

jenny nicholson made a really long video about these plays here if you want to watch them. its a really good video, but tw for racism, especially against asian-americans. (jenny is not the one doing the racism, the church is. idk if that's clear)

also if this post gets 1 note i will make crucified batman my new blog header.

#talking tag #dc #asks

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anewbeginningagain · 2 years ago

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So I was watching some old Canadian nationals and world championships videos from 2015-2018 quad during the holidays and it was the first time I noticed how weaver poje became really successful in 2014/15 but then after VM came back they were dropped like stones so fast that I can only imagine how much they resented VM for it. How was it back then? Was there resentment from w/p and their fans toward VM?

LOL feels like everyone is feeling nostalgic post holidays.

Basically, it was all pretty wild. WeaPo had a surprising success in 2014/15 winning both their GPs and GPF over P/C, then winning 4CC and looking so strong for worlds only to drop to 3rd. P/C's questionable rise aside, WeaPo did what WeaPo always do and lost a lot of points over levels and while looking at the protocols shows they had no chance of beating P/C (their win was all but predetermined at that point), they still lost to C/B over levels. Then during 2015/16 they once again won both their GPs and GPF (in the absence of P/C who were out because of a concussion) but then completely fucked up at 4CC again over lost levels and bad twizzles (which will become a recurrent habit for them all through the quad) getting level 1 lift, level 2 twizzles and level 2 spin, it was a miracle they even got 3rd tbh. Coincidently or not, 4CC dance event finished on 2/19/2016 which is exactly one day before Tessa and Scott announced their comeback which WeaPo knew was going to happen. Then at 2016 Worlds they dropped hard finishing 5th again due to lost levels and bad twizzles.

Those results basically halted any momentum they had and really set them back. Add to that Tessa and Scott's comeback and WeaPo choosing bad material and changing at least one program 3 years straight and also switching the (according to rumors) the only coach willing to take them - and they really had no chance to rise after that.

As for how they took it - not great, they gave an interview that sounded really bitter and unkind at first claiming they were blindsided which was a joke considering basically everyone and their mothers suspected TS are coming back since like at least November 2015, and TS also mentioning that they told them before it was announced. Then they also gave some kind of how the comeback is not related to them and they will always be Kaitlyn and Andrew or something of that sort which even made the reporter be kind of mean to them tbh... They seemed friendly during the second year of TS comeback but it was always clear there was resentment there at least to some degree.

As for how their fans took it - not great either LOL. They were frustrated and kept saying TS had their time and now it's WeaPo's turn and they are ruining it for them. It was all very much the opposite of what sport is about. One anecdote that really stayed with me is a TS fan who was on tumblr and really loved them and also became a WeaPo fan and for a while even after TS announced their comeback she was ok with it all, but then she decided it will be great to lie that she saw TS kiss during Boston Worlds (not a single soul bought that) and then when WeaPo had a really bad season in 2016/17 (and after in 2017/18 too) she decided that it was TS fault and completely turned on them. Fun times LOL. Long story short, most WeaPo fans resented TS too and were mostly bitter about their success in the comeback.

#god this was a trip down memory lane #also forgot to mention that WeaPo fans were notorious for crying WUZROBBED when in reality WeaPo just kept fucking up #they will be like 2nd in PCS and 6th in TES because their BV was crap or they messed up the twizzles #but their fans couldn't accept that

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freebooter4ever · 2 years ago

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The good news is my right ear is starting to regain a tin bit of hearing, the muffled noises are a little louder and i can almost make out words if i try hard enough. Im listening to the russian five audiobook and occasionally lifting the left headphone to test my right ear lol. Audiobooks are about the only thing that sound semi 'normal'.

Its an intersting book so far - im not very far into it and i keep getting distracted, and honestly i'd hoped it would be more about the players themselves. And it seems to want to focus on only their time playing in detroit specifically.

Its also weirdly pro american? In a way that even the various documentaries i watched over the summer weren't. It very happily points out all the flaws in soviet era russia and absolutely refuses to acknowledge that there might be any flaws in the US system lol. For the most part it doesn't bother me precisely because i do have more context from the documentaries but...not gonna lie...i expected better from a book? Like i go into watching history docs knowing how subjective they can be and looking for it. I thought a book would do better. But then again i also suspect the american author of the book secretly wishes he were writing a russian spy novel. I thought polsky's red army did a much better job at trying to remain objective.

Ehhhh. \o/ if anyone has any suggestions for other audiobooks in english that i can listen to while working, pls tell me! I have already admitted that i will probably have to just stit down and read larionov's book at some point, i dont think they have an english audio version.

Its kinda funny - the US has like...10 gretsky docs which i've gotten through and were mostly hilariously saccharine. And then we have docs on individual teams like the really pathetic one about the rangers, and the awful one about the broadstreet bullies. And canada has that 10 hr series about the history of hockey, and then a bunch of interesting ones about howe and the rocket. And then there are these decades of record breaking russian players making history and just...crickets. (in the united states version of events)

ANYWAY if anyone had any doubts about how deep this obsession of mine has gotten, keep in mind i went through all those documentaries over the summer while still telling myself that yeah, i was going to learn about the history, but no way was i going to start watching actual games. Hahahahaha. Jokes on me. (if you only watch one i would suggest the 10 hour canadian one if only because its deliciously fun to make fun of)(also the one about the rocket because i do love a good trouble maker who refuses to take shit)

#Journal shit

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roseband · 3 days ago

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In what ways are small businesses so fraudulent? Not being belligerent, honestly curious. (This is about stuff you left in tags.)

tl;dr lots of mother fucking tax fraud.

a lot with cash only income don't pay their personal income taxes and business taxes.

a lot won't take credit card for a legit reason (1.5-3% processing fee for all other than amex, which is 4% which can eat all your profits very easily esp if you're running on 2.5% margins which is common for a lot of small stores)

but some take cash only to not report income, and then basically self embezzle (for lack of a better word) from their LLC direct to personal funds and then make personal purchases in all cash to avoid audits.

then if they lower their income enough (by not reporting the cash transactions or thru fake write offs), they get on social services they aren't actually supposed to be on

you can't see what's going on in a cash business /unless/ you see the owner's personal finances and how they're living, or you see business records, there's no way to know w/o the numbers, government has the numbers from the business /and/ parts of the owner's personal property so they can match it up (or you can match it up when fraudsters try to force you to get involved lol)

good example from a reddit thread:

my inlaws are on medicaid and they ABSOLUTELY are not low enough income for it, they're pulling so much cash without reporting it including from illegal rental units, the thing is....even if you make money from illegal activity, big daddy uncle sam wants his share hence why "exotic dancer" is written when paying your stripper taxes. my inlaws actively lie about what they /gross/ from their business, not just about depreciation to lower their net. so they're lowering their gross income (by leaving off cash transactions), then further lowering their net by taking extra (fraudulent) depreciation. they're also not keeping this untaxed income within the business's cash reserves, they're using it for personal stuff.

it's why the fights with my husband's family started, they think we're scamming them out of the allowances they're owed from us (deranged...) but we're "wasting money by paying taxes and can just go on medicaid if we give them the money instead" but my husband and I are both W2 employees which means the IRS already knows exactly how much we make yearly from our W2 jobs. (we do lower our taxable income a lot with roth ira and 401k tax deferred accounts, but the reason you're not taxed on that money is cause it's taxed at retirement (when you're usually in a lower tax bracket) and you can't touch it until 60 years old...) you can also lower taxable income while real estate investing legally thru depreciation of the asset (house on top of the land), but some people will fraudulently depreciate land value on the depreciation forms... which is illegal unless you're in a state with homestead laws (which is why you'll see random houses in florida with a random ass cow to qualify as a homestead lol).

my inlaws have a family friend who got banned from a major american/canadian bank cause she was structuring cash deposits from her business's cash income (two liquor stores) to be under the digital automatic reporting amount (10k) and putting it into her and her husband's personal funds to use towards downpayment on a new house.... which means that they evaded both sales and income taxes on that income. uncle sam wants his cut, uncle sam is owed his cut. if a bank sees that you've hit a certain amount of just under $10k deposits, they're gonna audit you on their end privately and cover their ass by banning you and reporting you to various agencies. A bank does not want to enable your fraud and get fined themselves.

older nyt article about it but it's still the same (just adjusted for inflation), it's more lucrative for the IRS to go after major corps evading higher amounts of taxes than a bunch of small business owners (archive link):

when i was a freelancer i was paid as a 1099 employee and was basically my own small business, paid everything i was supposed to, paid an accountant to formally review everything including my write offs (which i was allowed to write off my computer when i replaced it, my adobe suite software subscription, and the percentage of my rent that's the corner of the room where my office is by square footage for wfh (which just meant that i was taxed at a lower rate, not that those things were free))

eugene levy's face is me dealing with my inlaws before we stopped talking to them

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IRONICALLY i think this may be a legit usage for AI lmao, cause if the IRS and state departments of taxation can use AI to identify fraudsters easier, they could get the 600 BILLION of unpaid taxes from underreported income to use for like.... environmental projects and counter the electricity from the AI use.

IT'S LITERALLY 600 BILLION DOLLARS the government is missing from people, that's why biden hired all those IRS agents first thing, the accountants pay for themselves.

i really hate tax fraud cause a lot of my relatives were teachers, other government employees, and at non profits paid by government grants and tax revenue is where their salaries (for providing public services) came from.

(even though a lot of really good local restaurants do this on a small scale, my husband has a joke that the "crime makes it taste better")

#personal #anonymous #replies

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lothris · 3 months ago

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LUTHOR LEOPOLD CHARACTER FORM

"he's usually shirtless" — Deadpool on Wolverine

OVERVIEW

FULL NAME: Luthor James Leopold CURRENT ALIAS: (The) Wolverine NICKNAMES: Wolvie, Professor Dad, Babygirl, Peepaw, Honeybadger, Captain DILF, Animal, Angel Baby ADDITIONAL ALIASES: Captain Canada, Weapon X, The X-Man

BIRTHDAY: Oct 12, 1832 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Bisexual PRONOUNS: He/Him

CITIZENSHIP: Canadian SPECIES: Homo Superior (Mutant) AFFILIATION: Canadian Army (former), American Army (former), Allied Forces (former), Weapon X Program (former), The Captains, The X-Men BASE OF OPERATIONS: numerous, most recently X-Mansion until it's destruction, and currently the Leopold Estate

APPEARANCE & PHYSICALITY

ETHNICITY: Caucasian, probably of English, maybe Scottish descent ACCENT: Standard Canadian, occasional slips into Pacific North West Accent DOMINANT HAND: Right, but has taught himself to use both HAIR: Black EYES: Hazel-gray

BODY: Big. X.

UNUSUAL FEATURES:

STYLE:

FACECLAIM: Hugh Jackman

PERSONALITY

POWERS & ABILITIES

Regenerative Healing Factor (which in turn also grants him Contaminant Immunity, Fatigue Resistance, Decelerated Aging, and Telepathic Resistance), Superhuman Acute Senses, Superhuman Strength, Agility, Speed, and Endurance, and his signature six retractable claws that emerge between his knuckles, originally made of bone, but his entire skeleton was later infused with the indestructible metal Adamantium. Due to his healing abilities, he is functionally immortal. Notably, while his brain can completely regenerate, his memories do not always do so, leaving long gaps in his history. This flaw is not present in his surviving descendants/derivatives.

While the main factor of his mutation is his regenerative ability, the claws come from the other part of his mutation, which is an animalistic nature. Aside from the claws, this manifests in his super acute senses; he can act as a human lie detector, and can even hear noises from inside the human body when he concentrates. He could theoretically even work as a pregnancy test. His eyesight allows him to see clearly in the dark, and makes it easier for him to sneak up on people, he can even anticipate an incoming attack from a change in the air pressure alone. He has also displayed Animal Empathy, while he doesn't communicate in a complex, he can feel animals emotions, and easily befriends them. Like a disney princess, he and the animals understand each other. Most notably, however, the animalistic nature part of his mutation results in a berserker fury state, hence all that screaming when he fights.

RELATIONSHIPS

FAMILY

Grandpa Leopold, Papa Leopold, Mama Leopold

Bio Dad, bio half-bitch

The X-Men

Freya, Damian, Lara

FRIENDSHIPS

Willa Wilson

she proclaims to be his best friend, which he of course denies, but also goes along with her antics, so it's not untrue either.

ROMANCE

This man is such a slut. Throughout his long life, and even without accounting for that, he's been in numerous relationships with men and women. All bisexuals are not whores, but he sure is.

Tsukiko Muramasa

Wife, widowed

"Ryan Wilson"

Ex-boyfriend, doesn't like to bring it up, but "Ryan"'s wife, Willa Wilson, brings it up whenever she visits.

one of the Madelyne Falkner clones

ex-"girlfriend", didn't even know she was a clone, lol.

Leia Rao

Entertains her flirting, and obviously finds her pretty, that's just objective, but doesn't go further, the age thing wasn't really a problem before he became a dad, now it's a little weird. No longer entertains his partner's daddy kinks, like you can't call him what his kids do. He does get jealous though, he can usually hide it just fine, but it becomes very evident when she expresses interest in someone else.

HISTORY

TRIVIA

he is the only member of "The Captains" to not get an injection of a super-serum (although he was decades later subject to a different experiment)

#terra xtant #audition #writing #mine #graphics #edits #luthor leopold

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kevin--of-desert-bluffs · 8 months ago

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WTNV quick rundown - 117 - eGemony: Part 1 "Canadian Club"

Read the rest of my rundowns here!

Co-written with Glen David Gold.

Featuring Hunter Canning as Hugh Jackman and Lusia Strus as Missy Wilks.

The suffocation of the ego, the eternal silence of the void, faceless, yet screaming, and now serving orange wine on tap. Welcome to Night Vale.

Cecil is sponsored by money today and visited by Hugh Jackman (but not THE Hugh Jackman) who is the Senior VP in charge of Dreamfluencing at eGemony which yes is pronounced exactly like hegemony this is not a subtle plot lol.

He is apparently looking for a case of Canadian Club whiskey that was hidden in NV as part of a contest/promotion that ended up sinking the company which eventually became eGemony.

Due to printing 'errors' in the rest of the magazine Hugh is sure that the case is under Cecil's desk and is being cagey about why they want it so much. Cecil says that the desk wasn't even there when the ad/contest was run and that Hugh should ask Station Management.

Cecil, looking through the Playboy magazine the ad comp was run in (Playboy seems to be more...feminist, shall we say? in NV and this issue includes 'all the women who have ever played James Bond' which is apparently quite a few) and discovers that one of the girls Missy Wilks may in fact be living in NV right now on Kessler Streets. He recognises her by the similar eyes and tendrils.

Missy instantly tells him to look under his desk and that she's been waiting for this call for 40 years (she also raised a family and shot a guy once). Cecil's seems heistant and says he's even closed his eyes every time he had to cower under there so has no idea what he will or won't find.

Missy encourages him to look, saying that although Hugh says they found all the other cases that is a lie. Instead they left the cases there to 'absorb the soul of the place' which they later recovered a drunk leaving those plays soulless. They want to drink the soul of NV in a similar way. Cecil looks under the desk but only finds an envelope which tells him that the case has been taken to the cavelands, home of the baristas. Missy is worried that the baristas will be no match for eGemony's dreamfluencing.

Cecil knows that he should warn people but warning people invites consequences that he's afraid of.

Weather: "Lost Everything" by Mary Epworth

According to Hugh, Cecil's supervisors aka station management are called Eunice, Lilly, Agatha, Demarcus, and Jad. They are also 'old friends' of his.

Missy Wilks turn offs include impatient people and tick bites (Cecil agrees). Her turn ons include groovy people, good food, overwhelming feelings of dread…chanting and…all hail the Glow Cloud.

In NV you seem to be able to ring someone by spelling out their name as the numbers.

Stay tuned next for the sounds of chewing amplified to the threshold of pain. Good night, Night Vale, Good Night.

Proverb: People always say "Before I die…" as if they haven't already begun the process.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 117

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themartinarchives · 2 years ago

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my nemesis Indigo STILL hasn’t shipped my preorder of Greywaren despite me ordering it in MARCH as a ship to store (which means they could have shipped it literally WHENEVER so it was ready for me on release day) and I am fighting for my life to find a copy

#i did cave and order the owl crate special edition despite it costing me. so much money for the crime of being canadian #and THAT ONE shipped a few days after ordering it much to my surprise and delight #but. i have called every goddamn bookstore bear my work and none of them have it #indigo is seemingly not carrying them in stores??? i did double check the one near me to be sae #and then the customer service person i interacted w this morning about it was so useless as to repeatedly lie to me no matter how many times #i told him i was a former employee and what he was telling me is not correct #AGGRIEVED #where the FUCK are they all #mine #i dont think i have a personal bitch tag lol #anyway having worked there i CAN say indigo is an absolute trash garbage company i can’t stand and i hate that i’m moving #away from the City of Independent Bookstores #like there are some out here which is amazing but they are both largely used which is not good for new releases and also my absurd standards #of book condition

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You get a lot of super heavy asks sometimes. I hope it's ok to ask some lighter questions for fun. I don't know why they're all food based. I think I'm just hungry haha.

Do you prefer jelly, jams, preserves, or marmalades? What's your favorite flavor of them?

I tried boysenberry jam the other day and it was...uh...a flavor for sure.

Do you like chunky or creamy peanut butter (if you eat peanut butter)? If you had to choose between a peanut butter and banana sandwich or a fluffernutter (marshmallow fluff and peanut butter for anyone wondering), which would you pick? PB/banana/honey/chia seeds is a personal favorite. I feel very bougie when I eat that lol.

What's your favorite pizza topping? Do you like NY style, thin crust, sicilian, deep dish, or pan pizza? Have you ever tried cauliflower crust pizza? I feel like we should just leave cauliflower alone before it gets a superiority complex. Also, why cauliflower crust? What about broccoli crust? Carrot crust? Parsnip? Potato? (Ooo not gonna lie, a hashbrown crust breakfast pizza could be delicious. Hashbrown crust, sun dried tomato sauce, sunny side up eggs, arugula, maybe some Canadian bacon, some cheddar cheese...I might be on to something here...).

Do you have a good challah bread recipe? Have you ever used challah to make French toast?

Eggs over easy, scrambled, sunny side up, poached, fried, soft boiled, or hard boiled? If scrambled, do you add milk? (I learned recently IHOP adds, of all things, pancake batter to their eggs to make them light and fluffy).

Favorite type of cheese?

Lastly, iced tea, lemonade, or fruit punch?

It depends on the fruit. Lemon curd is incredible, and a good Concord grape jelly (like real jelly not artificial flavor jelly) is really good. I used to always take the orange marmalade jar from the jams and jellies assortment that one of the car companies sent freelancers on the holidays, too. My favorite, though, is my mom's strawberry jam. I haven't had any in like 4 years, bc we don't live close enough to get any, and that makes me sad.

Again, it depends on the usage. For peanut butter cookies, chunky peanut butter. For sandwiches, creamy by preference, but chunky isn't the end of the world. Peanut butter/banana is pretty good but if I want salty/sweet with bananas, I'd prefer to split a banana in half lengthwise and put garlic hummus on it, then pile clover sprouts on that. It's crunchy/sweet/salty/green. Very nice flavor/texture contrast.

I like white pizza with grilled artichoke hearts and baby bella mushrooms. I used to really love ham and pineapple but for obvious reasons I don't eat that anymore. (I love flavor contrasts.)

I used to love thin crust, and it's my mom's favorite, but that doesn't work as well gluten-free. My favorite pizza type is the type I can eat. Except for Chicago deep dish, it's just not my thing.

Cauliflower crust is just fine. The reason for using cauliflower is that it has a very neutral taste and is low-carb and gluten free, which none of the other choices really are, not all 3. Hash browns actually make a really good pie crust for a gluten-free quiche; I make that every so often for dinner.

I have a couple of very average gluten-free challah recipes, and we usually buy ours from New Cascadia, a local bakery. Emet makes challah French toast out of the leftovers every week.

Over easy, soft or hard boiled, scrambled, sunny side up, poached... I just really like eggs. Buttermilk in scrambled eggs is really good, it gives the flavor a certain something. A little sharpness kind of like cheddar cheese does.

Favorite kind of cheese: the kind in my hand and about to be put in my mouth.

Lemonade. Iced tea just tastes like chewing a teabag after all the good tea has been brewed out of it, and the taste of fruit punch is heavily associated with being given fruit punch with aspartame in it as a child, getting migraines and throwing up, and then being told I'm "Being Dramatic" by adults. It tastes of gaslight, nausea and powerlessness. No thanks.

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Who said I’m out of your league?

A/N: I wasn’t sure how to end this one so let me know what you all think! Feed back is greatly appreciated! Also I totally had to use this gif, his confidence is unmatched lol

Request: Can you please do a William Nylander imagine where you meet the team for the first time and they tease him about you being out of his league or something. Thanks!

For the entirety of your six month relationship, you had always assumed that Willy was out of your league. He was a professional hockey player, the Swedish-Canadian version of Thor, not to mention that his personality could impress even the strictest mother on the planet. You were, for all intents and purposes, average. You had a normal job, normal friends, you considered your looks to be normal, and you had a normal, by your own standards, upbringing. Your personality was probably the one thing you were confident could hold a flame to Willy’s but even then, he had the ability to be so selfless at times you wondered if you were dating an angel.

Willy on the other hand thought that you were the most amazing thing to ever walk this planet and he took every single opportunity to tell you just that. You did something different with your hair? “Wow babe, you look amazing.” You wore new clothes that you just got? “Damn baby you should model for that company.” There was never a shortage of compliments that came from him about you.

Which was probably why you didn’t feel as nervous as you should about meeting his teammates for the first time. You knew that Willy loved you, there was never a doubt in your mind, so you figured even if today went horribly wrong in every aspect you still had that going for you. You also had heard wonderful things about his teammates, from Willy himself but also the fans. It wasn’t like you hadn’t interacted with them in some capacity, they had heard your voice over the phone or briefly over the headset when Willy joined them for video games. You were pretty sure Willy had talked about you to them, at least in some capacity, so really you should be set up for an easy meeting with all of them.

That’s what you tried to tell yourself anyways, the closer you got to the bar you were meeting the team at the more you felt your hands beginning to sweat. You rubbed them on your jeans for the fifth time, reaching over to lace your fingers with Willy’s as he drove. You thought you were holding your nerves fairly well, you had assured Willy before you left that this was going to be a walk in the park.

Boy were you beginning to eat your words.

“What’s got you so worked up?” He teased, pulling his eyes away from the road momentarily before he returned them to focus on where he was going. “You’re never nervous.”

That was a lie. In fact Willy had seen you nervous on numerous occasions, including the first time you two had ever met. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find it cute. You had a number of nervous ticks that he had picked up on over the last few months. You would bounce your leg while waiting for an event that was causing your nerves to spike or you would bite your lip when deep in thought, as if planning out every option. Your cheeks would heat up, creeping up your neck, when someone called you out on any and you would wave your hand in the air as if physically brushing the nerves away momentarily.

Right now you were expressing all of those ticks, right down to the heat climbing up your neck as you tried to wave your free hand absentmindedly, brushing his words out of the air. It caused Willy to smile, he knew you better than you thought he did. He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it before he focused back on the road again. You would never admit it to him, you liked to be a neutral front but he had seen your nerves spike randomly in the days leading up to today. You had grilled him about his teammates a few times, wanting to make sure you at least had the basics of their names, girlfriends who may or may not be there. It had made Willy laugh, comparing it to you taking notes as if you were about to write a paper on the leafs player.

“You can hide it all you want, but you’re nervous.” He called you out again and you gave him a sharp look, sticking your tongue out at him childishly.

“I’m not nervous, I’m just…” You trailed off, tossing around a number of emotions in your head before you settled on the one. “Worried. These guys are your teammates and your best friends. I know it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, because you love me and that’s important but it’s going to make things awkward if they don’t like me.”

You turned to look at him, letting your words settle in the car as Willy parked, your stomach dropping to your feet as you realized you were there. Everything felt so much more real now that you were looking at the sign of the bar, peering in the front window you could see Zach and Rasmus, already surrounded by other players.

“Hey..” Willy’s soft voice pulled your eyes away from the window and back to him. “It’s going to be okay. They’re going to love you, I mean it’s not like I haven’t hyped you up. Just be yourself, if you’re uncomfortable after like an hour then we can go, okay?” He assured you, giving your hand another kiss.

“Okay, let’s go.” You smiled a little, grabbing your purse and climbing out, stopping in front of the car to wait for him before you both made your way inside. Your stomach flipping once more as he held the door for you, following you inside and guiding you over to the table.

“About time, we were wondering if you got lost on your way.” Zach teased, causing Willy to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I get lost one time and you never let me live it down.” Willy laughed, pulling out a chair for you to sit down in before taking one at your side. “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Zach, Rasmus, Auston…”

You followed his finger as he pointed to each player who was there, as well as their own guests, mentally trying to commit them all to memory. You were pretty good when it came to names and faces, but the nerves weren’t helping, you could almost feel your hands shaking a little.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you all.” You waved a little, smiling softly as conversation picked up, Willy holding your hand under the table.

It was as though you had known these people your whole life, you fell into conversation easily, answering questions about your job, hobbies, and your family. Willy kept a close eye on you the entire time, making sure that you weren’t getting overwhelmed by the amount of people who were trying to get to know you all at once. He smiled a little as he watched you engage in a conversation with Mitch about puppies and which breed was superior. He hadn’t been worried about you meeting the guys, he knew you would get along well and they would probably end up liking you more than him.

In his mind it was impossible to not like, you were the sweetest person he had ever crossed paths with, with the exception of maybe his mom. You were constantly doing what you could to help others, taking care of him in the smallest ways like putting his laundry away after a road trip, making his favorite dinner after a rough game, or making sure he followed the trainer’s instructions even if he tried to avoid them. Not to mention that you seemed to make friends everywhere the two of you went, you just had the type of energy that drew people to you.

“Hey, I’m going to grab another drink with the girls, did you want anything?” You asked, pulling him out of his thoughts as you stood up and he smiled a little. “Sure, surprise me.”

He gave your hand one more squeeze as he watched you branch away from him with some of the girls, making your way up to the bar to order your drinks. It was like a proud parent watching their kid go off to school for the first time, it was a sign to Willy that you really were comfortable around his friends now.

“Dude, she is so out of your league.” Mitch snorted, taking a sip of his drink as he watched Willy look after you with that same lost puppy dog expression you had been describing about your own dog only moments ago.

Willy felt his cheeks heat up as he tried to hide his face in the last remnants of his drink, he should have known the second they had him alone they would say something to him.

“I mean seriously, she’s like a walking angel. How did you land her?” Zach asked, joining in on the chirping of their young teammate. Everyone was happy that Willy had found someone who seemed to match his energy, knowing that the blonde deserved the best.

“It’s my undeniable charm boys, maybe you should try it sometime.” He smirked a little, firing back at his teammates as they all erupted into chuckles around him.

“Well if she ever wants a real man, let her know I’m always around.” Rasmus teased, reaching over to mess up Willy’s hair playfully as Willy smacked his hands away.

“She wants a man not a man child.” Willy fired back before he felt a hand on his shoulder, another drink being placed in front of him. “Got your usual!”

He smiled as he saw you sitting back down beside him, shooting a look to the boys to behave, he didn’t mind their chirping but he didn’t know how you would take it seeing as how this was your first time meeting them and while it was going well, he didn’t want it to ruin anything.

The rest of the afternoon continued in a similar manner, the conversation flowed easily, and any time you stepped away from the group Willy was hit with another round of chirping about how you were out of his league. It was all in good fun and by the end of the afternoon you had begun to pick up on some of the chirping that carried over into the normal conversation, firing back at the boys with a smirk.

“I mean, at least Willy knows what he’s doing, when was the last time a girl came back to you after a night?” You shot back at Auston innocently, sipping your drink as Willy and the boys burst into a loud round of laughter, accepting the high fives and the fist bump from Auston.

“On that note, I think we better get going, gotta get my girl home and away from you hooligans.” Willy smiled, throwing his tip money on the table as he helped you up and you waved your goodbyes to the group.

“Bye Y/N! You know where to find us if you ever want an upgrade!” You heard the boys called, laughing as you and Willy made your way back out to the car. The ride home was nice, you were buzzing as you filled Willy in on the conversations he hadn’t been a part of. This continued when you got home too, jabbering away as you made your way upstairs, stripping out of your jeans and sweater, tugging a pair of his sweatpants from the drawer as he sat on the bed, staring at you.

“Damn you are so out of my league.” He muttered to himself, smiling as he watched you glow in relief of his friends approving of you.

“What? Who said I was out of your league?” You frowned a little, setting yourself between his legs and playing with his hair as you looked down at him, his hands resting on your sweatpant clad hips.

“Just the guys chirping at me, don’t worry about it but they do have a point. I am dating a literal angel.” He smiled as he could tell that the heat was rising up your neck to your cheeks again, in an attempt to hide your blush you shook your head. These were the things you usually thought about Willy, not things you were used to him saying about you.

“Oh please, have you looked in the mirror Nylander?” You hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips so he couldn’t argue against you. “Maybe we aren’t out of each other’s leagues but just in a league all our own.”

He smiled against your lips, giving your hips a gentle squeeze. “That’s a pretty elite league to be in, I must’ve gotten called up when I started dating you.”

“You’re running my compromise!” You laughed and pushed his shoulder, hardly enough to budge him. “Now, I had fun today but can we get pizza or something and just chill? My social battery is drained.”

He smiled and stood up, now towering over you gave him the advantage to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

#william nylander #william nylander imagine #Toronto Maple Leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine #toronto maple leafs story #william nylander x reader #william nylander story #william nylander writing #nhl writing #nhl #nhl imagine #toronto maple leafs writing

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justreadingfics · 5 years ago

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 4)

Chapter Summary: You have a challenge for Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.1k

Warnings:+18 only, smut, masturbation, boytoy!Bucky, casual sex, open relationship, unrealistic sexual performance, the tiniest bit of angst related to past relationships.

A/N: Next chapters we’ll move forward with the plot and it will be less smut centric, maybe… I can’t promise anything, actually, lol. I dedicate this chapter to @suz-123, who’s a Rockstar and to @tilltheendwilliwrite who once wrote chapter 10 of Canadian Girl (if you haven’t read it, yet, I don’t know what you’re doing with your life) and this chapter is heavily inspired on a certain aspect of it, with a small twist. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. Tag list for this story is closed.

The sight meeting your gaze as soon as you step out of your bathroom is one to behold. There is the man himself, laying sprawled and careless across your bed, unashamedly naked while nonchalantly scrolling through his phone, like he hasn’t just now done unspeakable things to you right there.

You take in a contented sigh. How lucky are you to have found a fuck buddy like Bucky? Incredibly hot and handsome, with all those uncountable muscles on his whole body and the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen. He’s breathtaking to look at and to feel in each sensitive part of your body.

But it’s not just that, that you’re lucky for. His damn personality… So uncomplicated, laid back, straightforwardly honest and, even in all his blatant whoriness, more considerate towards women than any man you’ve ever known, Eddie included. You know about his tragic backstory and you can only wonder the path he had to take to get where he is now.

Apart from the amazing fuck, it’s been so fun to get to spend time with him and get to know the way he thinks, his life philosophy. You’ve found out that relationships don’t have to be complicated, that you don’t need to love or date someone to have a nice time together and that fun and respect can walk hand in hand. Also, something you didn’t know about yourself: that you can be fun and laid back, too.

You can tell Bucky enjoys spending time with you as much as you do with him, you know he’s not faking. The only reason he would have to fake in that situation would be to get you in his bed and he wouldn’t have to, since you got into that deal just exactly for that. Also, he’s too transparent, he has been from the beginning. And with him, you’ve become a fun person in these last few days… or maybe that’s who you were all along and just didn’t know.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?”

In your gawking, you haven’t noticed his cell phone now laying forgotten on the mattress beside him as he tilts his body to the side, facing you, and supports his head on his hand, with that signature smirk of his, completely unbothered by how exposed he is.

In fact, so are you, as you smile and walk back to your bed in all your nakedness, “And what a damn view,” you cheekily say, laying in front of him and mimicking his position. You can’t help but reach over and trace your fingers over the hard muscles of his flesh arm and ripped chest, “I’ve never seen so many muscles gathered in only one person,” you add, completely serious with your admiration.

He chuckles, “Well, that thing they injected in me helped a lot.”

You don’t have to ask who they are. Every once in a while he mentions his past but it’s always quick and with no sign of heaviness. It does feel like you’ve met him in a new and brighter stage of his life. Your eyes, which have been following the path traced by your fingers, drop to his lower body. Like it usually happens right after you had sex or between the sexy sessions, he’s not as hard as you know he can get, but he’s definitely not completely soft. You’ve been nurturing that curiosity for a while and now you see the opening to bring it up.

“You know, I’ve been wondering,” you start, a little timid and avoiding his eyes, “Did the serum help with… ahm, other things, too?” You glance at him before letting your eyes drop to that particular part of his body, hoping you’ve made yourself clear.

“What do you mean?”

When you look back at him the confusion on his face is poorly feigned and you know he’s messing with you.

“You just want me to say it, don’t you?” You squint your eyes, pulling back your wandering hands from his beefy body, and when he only keeps the faked expression on his face and shrugs, you decide to play along and blurt out, punctuating each word, “Your cock, your fucking marvelous and precious huge cock, Bucky. That’s what I mean.”

You can’t help but grin widely as he lets out a belly laugh, his head falling backwards on the mattress before he comes back to the position on his side facing you with a satisfied and teasing smile on him.

“I’ll tell you what, it didn’t mess up with the size, sweetheart. That’s all good old human biology there, no evil super juice needed.” He bites his lower lip and winks, making you roll your eyes playfully, “But, like you know, I’m always honest and I’m not gonna lie to you. It did pump me up with the…” he pouts and squeezes his eyes, as if looking for the right word, “Performance,” he adds, satisfied with his choice.

“How so?” You cock an eyebrow, very interested in the information.

“It basically raised my levels of stamina way higher. I’m always ready to go,” he says like it’s no big deal, “As long as I have motivation, of course. Like such a pretty dame like you,” He gestures towards your naked body with a reverence and winks, prompting a heat to rush up to your cheeks at the old fashioned but still efficient term, which sounds surprisingly sexy coming out of his lips as he says it so naturally while you both lay stark-naked next to each other.

“Oh…” it slips out of your lips before your forehead creases, “Hold on…You’re telling me that as long as I… ahm… motivate you, or something, you can keep it up, no matter how many times?”

That teasing smugness etches on his face again as he tightens and twists his lips, “Pretty much, yeah,” he answers, bringing a hand to stroke the curve of your hips.

“Huh,” you let out in a puffed breath as you come to your conclusion, “You’re practically a human dildo.” Your eyes widen as soon as you realize what you just said, “Sorry,” you cringe.

“No offense taken at all,” he chuckles, the corner of his eyes crinkling in that way you find adorably sexy, “I’m actually flattered…” he adds before boring a suspicious gaze into you yours, “I see something glimmering in your eyes, though.”

You bite your lower lip. The mere thought and the teasing hand on your body are enough to rouse your senses and make your entire skin prickle, “Just an idea that crossed my mind,” you answer, voice a little trembling with equal parts of horniness and nervousness in presenting said idea.

“Ooooo… this sounds exciting. Tell me,” he encourages, putting a bit more pressure on where his hand touches your skin and dragging his body closer to yours.

“Well…” Your gaze comes across his mouth now that is so closed to yours as you bring your eyes down to follow your fingers dancing over his chest again, brushing over the little whiskers of hair there, “Since we know you can keep it up… ahm…indefinitely,” Your fingers skim lower and lower and his breath hovers yours as a humming sound for you to continue not only touching but talking slips out of his lungs, “It would be interesting to find out how much I can take it, don’t you think?” You lift innocent eyes to his from under your eyelashes.

A groan rumbles from his chest as his fingers dig into the skin of your hips, with the certainty of leaving marks, “Let me see if I got it straight… You wanna find out how many times you can orgasm in one night?” Like usual, he speaks more directly than you, the lust dark in his gaze.

“I’m pretty curious… aren’t you?” Your hand wanders down the muscles of his body and follows the path of little hairs, which gets thicker and thicker till you reach his now fully rigid cock.

He brushes his parted lips over yours and lets out a deep exhale as you wrap your fingers around his dick. He’s hard as a rock and twitches in your hand, you’re still amazed that it has reached that point again just by the teasing exchange and little touches.

“Oh yeah, you’re very, very curious, too, I see,” you tease him again, slowly pumping him with your fist.

“That I am… that I am,” he whispers, his hot and heavy breath hovering yours as his hips ever so lightly starts rocking against your hand. “But, tell me,” he asks putting on some seriousness on his voice, “Would this very obliging sex toy over here be allowed to use not only my fucking marvelous and precious huge cock,” he repeats your words using the same tone as yours, “But also other equally skilled parts of my body, like tongue,” he darts his tongue to lightly lick your upper lip, but quickly retrieves it back to continue speaking, tickling your skin with the tip of his fingers as he drags them from your hips towards your lower belly, “Fingers-”

You suck in a whine, already too turned on to prolong the teasing, “Now it’s definitely not the time to start with rules- ah-” Apparently you aren’t the only one ready to get into the real action as he bats your hand away and swiftly shifts on the bed, rolling over you and between your legs.

When he reaches over the nightstand right next to you, where he already knows is your stash of condoms, you stop him with a hand on his forearm. He looks down at you questioningly as he hovers you supporting himself with his arms on the mattress.

“You told me before you can’t get sick due the serum. It means you wouldn’t pass me anything, either, right?” You ask, somehow managing to regulate your breathing.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He nods.

“I’m on birth control since forever,” you add, heavily implying what you want from him.

“Are you sure?” He checks, “I really don’t mind-“

“I wanna fucking feel it. All of it.” You reach between you two and wrap your hand around his bare cock.

“Fuck…” His eyes flutter shut at your touch before snapping open at you, filled with renewed hunger, “You’re in for a ride, sweetheart,” he breathes before grabbing your lips withs his.

Number four – because he had already graced you with the first three, moments before - happens right there when he pulls your legs up and bend them backwards till your knees straddle your face and takes you hard and raw, because neither of you can wait. Number five he flips you over and keeps you completely still under him, almost crushing you with his delicious weight, having his chest glued to your back as he shoves his hips into yours.

Six and seven happen in a row when he eats you out while you sit on the countertop of your kitchen, after a quick snack and water to regain your forces. Eight, he pounds into you from behind as you grab with sheer force the edges of said countertop…

You have no idea how many hours pass. It happens on your bed, in the kitchen, balcony, table, chairs. In the living room, sofa, carpet, floor, over your desk in your small office… The filthy smells filling up the air of your home along with naughty fluids left on your way. You don’t even dare to think about the cleaning you’ll have to do the next day. Your mind is completely blanked by the constancy of pleasure and sensitivity your body has been sunk into. His cock, lips, tongue, fingers, thigh, hot skin… all of him devoted to you, to your desire, as his body merges into yours turning you into a blur of bliss.

When you become just a sack of numb limbs and dizziness, he scoops you up from the living room carpet and rests you on your bed, bringing you water right before laying behind you, forming a breathless spoon on the mattress. He might be thinking you’re finally done, but if that’s the case, he’s miscalculating the effect the heat of his body against yours has on you. So, after you roll your hips against his cock – which hardens almost immediately- he lifts your leg and eases himself inside your poor, but still somehow ready and eager, cunt. Knowing how overstimulated you are, he reaches over you and just ever so lightly brushes a finger over your clit. That’s how you reach the 24th orgasm of the night and, at last, throw the towel.

“That was… something,” you say when you’re in the shower with him after a deserved, but quick nap, still in your sticky and fervent skins. When you announced you needed a shower, he joined you promptly, “I thought I would reach 15, 16 at most. I’m pretty impressed with you.”

He clicks his tongue, while pouring some of your shampoo on his hand, “Nah… you’re just underestimating you, sweetheart.” He puts the shampoo on his hair and brushes the locks with his fingers, “I, on the other hand, know exactly what kind of insatiable minx you are,” he says right before sinking his head under the shower to rinse his hair.

Under the water he doesn’t see your jaw dropping and your outraged gasp, but he certainly feels the little shove on his chest to express your protests, because he takes his head out of the water and brushes the water out of his face with his hand, “What?”

“Fucking rude,” you answer, already laughing quietly, while using the sponge to leather your body.

“Ok, I could’ve used better words, but I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, “But I get it. It’s been almost 80 years and somethings haven’t changed that much.” He twists his lips, reaching over�� for the hair conditioning, “I know women grow up listening to this fucking culture who teach men and women that enjoying sex is a guy thing… and when a woman shows the opposite she’s judged, which is stupid. The issue is pure fucked up sociology rather than biology. A man needs a damn super serum to reach that many orgasms in one night while all women need is their own body and will. It’s lame what society can do when it comes to repressing women.” He shrugs.

Once again your jaw drops, but for an entirely different reason, and for a while you just watch him, dumbfounded, while he hums a tune, applying conditioner on his long locks and dives his head on the running water again, like he hasn’t just now slapped your face with a damn feminist discourse about female sexuality, “That’s… true…” You have no choice but to agree.

“Of course it is…” he smirks proudly, before squinting his eyes at you while you wash out the soap of your body, “And you know what? I bet you have one more there waiting for me,” he lifts his chin, like he’s challenging you, as water drips from his face and hair.

Your eyes widen for a second at the implications of said challenge, “I can’t.” You’re quick to shake your head. You have no idea how you’re managing to stand there, since every little muscle of your body is sore.

“Actually, I bet you have one more there waiting for you… Wanna see?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Shit, Bucky, I don’t think I can handle you one more time,” you reply, honestly. As tempting as the idea sounds, you can’t even think about taking him again.

“Don’t worry… I won’t be doing anything.” His voice lowers a tone, as he walks you back towards the shower seat Eddie was so adamant in adding to the bathroom.

Looking down, you’re not surprised at all to see his cock already hardening and you would be lying to yourself if you don’t feel a little tingle in your belly. As soon as you’re seated, he props his metal arm on the wall above your head and wraps his flesh hand on his cock, which is inches from you, bumping it a few times till it’s quickly fully hard.

“Tonight was an interesting experience for me, too,” his voice, laced with silk and mischief, props your gaze to lift to his. As he stares down at you and his hand jerks on his cock, locks of wet hair fall on his face and droplets run down his naked body.

It’s only instinct when your tongue darts out to lick your lips. You can’t believe you’re already getting turned on after everything you’ve already done, “Yeah, how so?” You encourage him in whatever treat he has planned for you.

“Hmmm,” his eyes flutter shut for a second as he swipes his thumb over the rosy tip, keeping a slow pace on himself, “Getting to know your body even more… the little places I touch and your whole body trembles, yeah… open up for me, that’s it, that damn pussy of yours,” he coos when you prop one heel over the bench beside you, letting the other on the floor and allowing your fingers to dance over your breasts and skim down your wet body.

“What else…ha,” you gasp when your exploring fingers reach your clit. It’s still sensitive from the previous actions, but it doesn’t reject your touch as the water from the shower mixes up with your natural wetness. It’s not hard to feel your arousal rising again in your body, not when you have that obscene sight of him touching himself inches from you and that dirty mouth saying all the things he likes about having sex with you. Your body responds to the sensuous scenario instantly.

“I lose my mind at how that pussy squeezes my cock when I talk dirty to you… These fucking tits of yours,” he groans and you can see his cock twitching.

Your hand on yourself speeds up in rhythm with his, but it remains a light touch on your clit, the kind of touch your body is asking for right now, but it feels good, so damn good, like a feather tickling the sensitive nub. Your eyes are stuck on his as much as his is stuck on yours. You feel like the sexiest woman alive under his gaze and fuck if you’re not gonna reach your 25th orgasm of the night soon.

“I wanna have my cock between them one day, would you do that for me, beautiful, fuck my cock with your perfect tits?” He continues his verbal fucking, biting his lip till the blood rushes out of his skin, “Fucking you is an experience I can’t seem to get enough, sweetie, what about you, huh? Tell me what you like about fucking me.”

So many things… “I-I like your fucking big cock,” you say before letting out a small laugh, “Obviously,” you wiggle your eyebrows making him laugh briefly with you, before you look down at where he’s jerking himself. You have no idea how you’re managing to talk like that, you’ve never been that verbal when it comes to sex, but with him… it’s different. “It’s so damn thick…” You lick your lips, breathing hard as the feather touch in your clit sparks laces of pleasure inside you. Looking up at him, you see him clenching his teeth, hooded eyes still on you, “I like when you’re rough to me, when you throw me around like I weigh nothing, you’re so fucking strong, ah.” Your head falls back as you’re almost there… “I like that you know exactly what gives me pleasure, even before I know it myself…”

“Fuck, you’re damn sexy…” he breathes out and you can tell he’s holding himself back, probably waiting for you to finish before he does, “What about that ass of mine, huh?” The playfulness comes back to his voice between harsh panting.

You chuckle, “I fucking love grabbing it while you’re pounding your dick inside me and… oh, God… that fucking filthy mouth… Especially when it’s all over me.” Your toes curl as the pressure inside your core tightens, driving yourself closer and closer to the edge, the words come out of your lips like they have a mind of their own, connected solely to your desire, “I love how you love eating me out, oh, goddamn, fuck…” Your eyes shut and your body shakes as you close your legs around your hand, reaching an orgasm for 25th time that night, this time by your own hand. And is just as good and powerful as the others he has given you.

“Shit,” his voice falters and as you still struggle to breathe you look up at him, “Can I come on those tits, sweetheart?” He nods towards your body, his voice coming out tight from between his teeth.

“Fuck yeah,” You nod, arching your back and exposing your breasts even more to him.

“Holy shit,” he moans as, after a few more expert bumps, he spills his climax all over your chest, “Fuck,” he keeps his metal hand on the wall as he stares down apparently in a spell, admiring his handiwork, before grabbing your arm and making you stand, pulling you to him and grabbing your breathless lips in a kiss.

Your chest is tight against his and the thought of the mess between you two makes you moan through his kiss. He’s the one who pulls back with that signature smugness all over his face.

Your eyes roll playfully, “Yeah, I know… You told me so…”

~~~

After you finish the shower for real this time, you’re drying yourself with a towel while Bucky, already with his black boxes on, uses one of your combs to work on his hair in front of the mirror in your bathroom. He huffs in frustration as the long locks don’t seem to stay in the style he’s looking for.

The sound of your quiet laugh makes him glance towards you. He smiles tightly and shrugs, a whole new sheepish expression on his face, “I’ve been meaning to cut it, but… I don’t know… other stuff keeps getting in the way,” he shrugs again, turning back to the mirror.

“I like it that way, it suits you pretty well, but if you’d liked I could cut it for you?” you offer, lacing your towel with a knot around your body.

“Really?” He tilts his head while something like amused skepticism etches on his face.

“Yeah, sure, I have all the tools here now if that’s something you want.”

He looks at himself in the mirror, taking a good look at his locks before turning back to you, “Let’s do this.”

Next thing you know you have Bucky still only in his boxes sitting on a chair he carried to your bathroom while you’re on an old t-shirt, displaying the set of shears, combs and trimmer over the countertop.

Wrapping a towel around his shoulders, you look at his reflection on the mirror, “So, are we just cutting the ends or are you going overboard here?”

“Overboard,” he answers right away and you smile at the trust he lays on you, “But leave something to grab. You all seem to love that.” The corner of his lips twists.

You laugh, reaching for the shear, “We all love it indeed,” you agree and run your hands over his locks, analyzing what you’re dealing with, “Trust me, I know exactly what to do.” You wink at him through the mirror and get on to work.

“Haircuts, huh?” he asks as the little strands of hair fall over the towel and the floor, “Quite an arsenal you have here.” He nods at your tools in front of him.

“Yeah,” you don’t move the focus from your working hands to answer, “I used to cut Eddie’s. We’ve been on a low budget for years so we could buy this place.” You give him a brief tight-lip glance.

“Very nice place, by the way.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You beam at him before focusing back on his hair, “But it’s a bit strange, actually. When we found it and moved in, I thought I would spend the rest of my life here with him… And now…” you sigh.

“Now we’re ruining your furniture,” he beams when you look at him.

You can’t help chuckle and agree, “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Are you keeping it?”

Your lips tightens as you look down at your working hands… You haven’t really thought of it straight and you’re sure that not thinking about it means you still had some hope to resume your life from where it had stopped when Eddie broke up with you. But, now that you’re talking about it, the answer feels right when it rolls off your tongue, “I want to. I love this place…with my promotion and the money that comes with it, I think I could make it happen, but… I still need to work things out with Eddie, though.”

“You haven’t talked to him yet.” Bucky affirms rather than ask. All along, even when you’re not looking at him at times, you can feel Bucky’s gaze not leaving your reflection in the mirror as his hair goes through a transformation by your hands.

“No.” You shake your head and decide to share with him an idea that has been wandering in your mind lately, “Stark mentioned a party to celebrate my promotion-“

“Of course…” He adds.

“Yeah…” You laugh, before clearing your throat, “I was thinking about calling Eddie, letting him know I was promoted… I mean… we went to collage together and went through our careers together…” You look back at him through the mirror, “I think he’ll be happy to know from me and maybe even go to the party to celebrate. Also, we’ll be working a lot with each other again since he’s the leader of Shield’s team.”

“Were you still together when he got his promotion?” He asks, genuine interest in his voice.

You shake your head no, “It was right after he broke up with me.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

“I don’t know, actually, “ you answer, going back on working with the shears, finding a bit funny how he’s been fucking you senseless and exploring every little inch of your body these last few days and still is careful in asking a personal question, “I noticed he was distant a few weeks before, but I brushed it off.” You shrug, “We’d been together for so long and we had our ups and downs… I just thought we were going through one of our downs. And then he woke up one day and said he didn’t want to be together anymore… Natasha thinks he has someone else,” you say, with a small and humorless laugh as you turn on the blow drier and positions it over his hair.

He tightens his lips through the reflection. Yeah… he thinks the same.

You’re glad for the sound of the drier as silence settles between you two. It’s not awkward or anything like that… you’re just glad for the silence so you can evaluate how the possibility of Eddie having someone affects you. It’s fucked up to admit even to yourself, but it sucks. It’s not like you’re crying alone right now, but it’s different. There’s nothing romantic with Bucky and, honestly, you feel like shit picturing Eddie, your boyfriend of ten years, in a relationship with someone else.

“Did he call you to let you know once he was promoted?” Bucky asks as soon as you turn off the drier.

“He didn’t. I sent him a text when I found out, he didn’t answer,” You bite your cheek, as your shoulders drop and you slowly comb his hair.

“It sucks, huh?” He twists his lips as you meet his eyes through the mirror. They’re full of kindness and understanding, and you’re glad he doesn’t make you feel more embarrassed than you naturally are in sharing that with him.

“We had just split, though… now it’s been months… things should be a little less weird… and voi lá.” Thankfully for your embarrassment, you finish his hair right then, an opportunity to change the subject.

He takes his eyes from you to his reflection on the mirror and you bite your lip waiting for his reaction, since it feels like it’s the first time he’s paying attention to himself ever since you started cutting his hair. Like he asked, you went overboard and cut it a lot shorter than before, letting a fluffy quaff on the top. As much as you loved the long locks, you think he looks more handsome than ever, like a movie star.

“Oh, wow”, he lets out in a jovial voice, running his hand over his soft and shorter locks, “It’s awesome.”

“Really?” you smile, letting out a relief breath, “See?” You grab the fluffiness on top of his head and smirk, “Perfect to grab.”

He laughs, “I really like it, I don’t look homeless anymore. Thank you.” He nods.

“You’re welcome, but wait, there are still some final touches before we’re really finished.” You grab the trimmer, and turn it on to work on the outlines behind his neck.

“Alright, ma’am.” He promptly straightens up his posture as you go back to work, “So, is it important for you that he knows?”

He resumes from where you had stopped and doesn’t have to clarify who and what he’s talking about. “It’s important for me that he goes,” you admit with a sigh, turning off the trimmer and looking at him through the mirror. You run your hands once again through his soft and new hair, before grabbing a little brush, “It feels weird to not share this with him,” you mutter, using the tool to meticulously brush off the remains of hair on his neck and shoulders.

“Ok, then you should call him, why not?” He shrugs, “It’s been ten years, you just don’t erase that.”

A small, but thankful, smile curls your lips. You could expect being scolded for admitting something like that. Not from Bucky, apparently. And his support is really significant at that moment, much more than any lecture one of your friends would give you about the troubles of calling an ex-boyfriend who broke up with you.

“But just so you know,” he continues, shutting his eyes for a second and letting out a long exhale, “It may be just me, but I don’t think a man who doesn’t like to eat pussy deserves any kind of consideration.”

You laugh, letting your head fall back, before shaking it in lighthearted disbelief.

Bucky smiles and, if the fact that he makes you laugh with his stupid jokes lights up a warm and mysterious sensation in his chest, he thinks nothing of it, concentrating only on the touch of your gentle fingers grazing the skin of his neck while you go back to cleaning the little hairs off him.

~~~

Next chapter (from Bucky’s pov) coming soon.

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amesstm · 4 years ago

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Prom???

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Summary: After coming to Japan as a transfer student from America your senior year, you miss out on prom. The Nekoma volleyball team comes to cheer you up.

A/N: I come from America so this is based off of what I know about prom. I know that prom is usually an American and Canadian thing, but just imagine a big dance where people dress fancy but dance dirty on the floor lol

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Prom was the crème de la crème of every American senior’s year. Unfortunately, being a transfer student in Japan meant that you had to travel to Japan in April to start the school year. Now, you were missing out on spending prom season with your friends.

A soft sigh unwillingly escaped your throat as you sat down on the bench in the gym. You pulled out your clipboard, ready to observe any improvements made from the boys today. Since you were spending a year in Japan, you decided that you could afford being a manager for Nekoma’s volleyball team. After some convincing from Kenma, your host family’s son, you agreed. Since you had some knowledge about volleyball from watching the Summer Olympics so much, it wasn’t too difficult fully understanding the tiny details of the game.

You were so engrossed in the multiple papers you had on each member that you didn’t realize that Kuroo, the captain, sat beside you.

“What’s wrong, Y/N-chan?” He asked, his minty breath wafting your face. You turned to look at him and was met with concerned eyes that dared you to lie to him. Kuroo always knew what was wrong. Not only was he good at reading the spikers’ movements, but he could also read you just as easily.

“Let me show you,” you replied as you reached for your phone. You unlocked it and tapped on some photos your friends sent you. They had taken the time to send pictures of prom dresses they thought were cute. Your heart ached when you remembered that you wouldn’t receive a reply until they woke up.

“Ah, it’s... prom, right?” Kuroo said before turning it into a question. You couldn’t expect him to know when most Japanese schools don’t have formal dances.

You nodded with a small pout, “Yeah, prom is very huge in America. I didn’t always want to go but going with my friends seemed really fun.”

Kuroo hummed, probably not understanding the significance of a school dance. After all, the last time he went to one was probably a festival in middle school. But the way you were pouting tugged at Kuroo’s heart.

The captain promised himself he’d focus on getting into nationals and graduate. His dreams could afford no distractions – but why was he enjoying the feeling of being sidetracked? An idea lit itself in Kuroo’s head. He knew exactly what to do.

After returning to school on Monday, you witnessed Kuroo act even more weird than usual. You sat behind him in advanced English, waiting for class to start. Obviously, the class was really easy so you could afford not preparing for now.

Then, you heard murmuring from Kuroo as he hovered over a piece of paper on his desk. Peering from the side, you grumbled that you couldn’t see what he was muttering. His broad shoulders were definitely useful on the court for blocking, but now they were blocking your view.

“Kuroo-san, what are you doing?”

Your sudden voice must’ve surprised him, because he jumped in his desk and quickly hid the paper. The whites of his eyes were as clear as day and his mouth was still agape. Something clicked in your head.

“Was that a...” You raised a finger and pulled out your phone to look up the right words. “Was that a dirty note?”

A rush of hyena laughter met your ears, causing everyone to look at you two. You looked up from your phone to see Kuroo hunched over from laughing so hard. You rolled your eyes as he forced himself to calm down, heaving all the while.

“Why? Are you curious, Y/N-chan?” He asked, with his eyebrows wiggling at you. He teased in a manner that could be interpreted in a manner that needed no translation. All you did was blink at him. He whined, “Don’t look at me like that. You look like Kenma when you do that.”

“Kenma taught me well,” you replied, sticking your tongue out. “So, what was that paper?”

“O-oh, I’m just preparing something,” Kuroo said, scratching the back of his neck. A soft pink tinged his cheeks and his eyes averted from yours.

How suspicious, but cute.

You shrugged, he’d surely tell you what it was sooner or later. Besides, the arrival of the teacher meant you couldn’t pester Kuroo for an answer now.

Soon, the school day ended with Kuroo still acting odd(er than usual). Kenma found you by your locker to begin your usual walk to the gym after school. Despite attending Nekoma for a month now, you still managed to lose yourself in the big halls. Hence, Kenma was your personal guide unless you two had different classes – aka you two never saw each other except for lunch.

Once you were finished, Kenma and you walked towards the gym. “Are you excited for practice, Kenma?”

As usual, his short answer was: “No.”

You chuckled, “One day, there’ll be a reason you’re excited for volleyball.”

“Doubt it,” he murmured in return.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. Kenma tapped away on his game and you enjoyed the last bits of sakura season. Sure, the pollen gave you sinus headaches but the photo shoot you had when you first came here was worth it.

A small trail of sakura flowers led to the entrance of the gym. You joked, “Someone must like sakura flowers.”

Kenma sneezed softly and muttered. “He’s lucky that I like him.”

You raised an eyebrow, about to ask what he meant, until Kenma opened the doors. Upon entering the gym, there was a center of sakura flowers accumulated in the middle. With a grin, Kuroo held up a sign that said: The only flower I want to take to prom is you. ♡

The bold, red letters in English were written with a shaky hand until touched up by someone more confident. Sakura flowers were carefully drawn and colored it, with patches of glitter thrown here and there.

“Awh, is this for me, Kuroo?” You asked, a smile bursting onto your face. You raised your hands to your face, shielding yourself from the cameras that were pulled out to record.

Kuroo nodded with a proud smile on his face. You approached him, unsure what to do. After all, this was the first time someone made such an effort into asking you out. “I don’t know if I did this right. I saw some videos of ‘promposals’ on YouTube, but I don’t-”

“This is perfect,” you said, quieting him by putting a finger to his lips. Then, the manager in you began to think logically about how this ‘prom’ would be pulled off. “W-wait, how are you going to do this dance?”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” Kuroo smiled confidently, raising a thumb at himself.

“Kenma, have you ever went shopping for anything but video games or food?” You asked, as you two drifted to a dress shop that Kenma’s mom had to recommend. Clearly, Kenma knew nothing about these types of shops until you asked him where they would be.

“Only if Kuroo drags me along to get sports gear,” he said with a shrug. His eyes were glued to a game, but he was still able to reply to you as if he gave you his absolute attention. You could never understand how he has yet to walk into a pole, either.

You shrugged, “Makes sense.”

Upon entering the shop, you two were immediately met with rows on rows of dresses. Drawn by a magnetic pull, you flew towards a section containing your favorite color. Eyes glimmering with the giddiness of a kid in a candy shop, you placed your hand on the silky material.

The best part? It had pockets.

Grinning, you asked a worker if you could try it on. Kenma mindlessly followed you to wait outside the changing rooms. The straps were a bit difficult to sort through; otherwise, it fit like a glove. You stepped out of the fitting room, and called Kenma to attention.

After he paused his game, Kenma looked up. His usual cat eyes widened slightly. “You look pretty.”

You beamed, “Should I get it then?”

Kenma nodded rigorously. Underneath his breath, too low for you to hear, he murmured, “Kuroo will like it a lot.”

The volleyball team managed to secure the gym for the event and decorated it to the fullest. You don’t know how they did it in such little time. The lights were dimmed except for some lights that you recognized from Kenma’s set up in his room. Little things here and there were objects that you remember the boys talking about in previous conversations.

Coach Nekomata smiled kindly as you entered. “You look beautiful, Y/N-san.”

“Thank you, coach,” you replied. “Thank you for doing this, too. I know it must’ve been a lot of work.”

“Oh, it wasn’t! Kuroo set it all up and I just watched,” the old man replied with a hearty laugh straight from his chest.

You blushed. Kuroo kept his promise. He said he would make it happen and it did. Speaking of which, your date had come prepared from the coach’s room. A small box was in his hands.

Unlike Kuroo’s usual, confident swagger, he seemed timid as he approached you. “I-I also saw that prom dates give this to each other.”

He opened the box, revealing a beautiful corsage that matched perfectly with your dress.

“How did you know my dress would look like this? I wanted it to be a surprise.” You pouted.

Kuroo blinked, “Kenma sent me a photo.”

You also blinked. Then you looked to the traitor pudding-head beside the rooster. “KYANMA!”

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you hid behind your hands once more. You murmured, “Ah, I was in my natural state.”

“You’re breath-taking, don’t hide yourself from me,” Kuroo whispered into your ear, hints of a smile in his voice.

Now you were definitely red and about to burst. You laughed, “You’re just saying that.”

“I don’t give away compliments for no reason.” His genuine smile melted away the insecurities that bubbled to the surface. With your facial expression softening, he took the cue to lead you to the dance floor.

The different colored lights cascaded to drape Kuroo in beautiful lighting. Red was truly his color, as his face was shaded with the hue. Something about the mood shifted as his hands made their way to your waist.

Deciding to take the lead, Kuroo swung you two back and forth. The song was slow, so he adjusted as needed to match the beat. Should you have told them that American proms were basically fancy clubs with promiscuous music? Probably; although Coach Nekomata would definitely not approve.

Oh well, I can grind on Kuroo later. Wait -

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Kuroo chuckled as he lifted your face to look up at him.

You pouted with a glare, “I-I wasn’t looking at you like that!”

“You wish you were,” Kuroo laughed as your eyes widened.

“Why are you like this?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“But you like me, don’t you?” He smirked as his eyes danced with mischief.

Okay Sky-Daddy, please kill me. As if Kuroo read your face, he hastily said, “Don’t worry, I like you, too.”

Your breath hitched, “But I’ll have to go back to America, Kuroo.”

“I know. Trust me, I know,” Kuroo sighed. “But in the little time that I’ve known you, I’ve already started to like you. Heck, it feels dangerous.”

“I don’t want to start something that might end on other sides of the globe,” you admitted.

Kuroo’s eyes drooped, “I know.”

“But I want to try,” you reassured. How could you possibly express yourself in a different language right now? Then, you remembered the phrase. It couldn’t be directly translated to English, but the feeling was universal. “It’s like ‘koi no yokan’.”

Kuroo grinned with a soft laugh, “Exactly. So, we’ll try dating?”

“Yes, Kuroo,” you affirmed with a smile gracing your features.

“Call me Tetsu.”

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