#would like to talk more about the gal if anyone has follow up questions

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Six}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

I spent a good while just roaming the streets, looking for a someone to help. I didn't have any extra clothes to donate to any stores, so my next best option was to try and be kind to someone and maybe help them out along the way. So far nothing, anyone I tried to talk to gave me a dirty look or told me to screw off.

I expected cruelty, but it didn't make it less hurtful or unwanted. I sighed and leaned against a near by wall, looking up at the pentagram in the sky.

"This is pointless." I mutter, I cross my arms around my body. How am I suppose to get into heaven, when I can't do any good down here? I close my eyes and lean my head back on the wall. Admittedly...it was a stupid idea to let my guard down like that, as I suddenly felt a sharp poke at my side.

My eyes shot open, and right next to me was a demon holding a switch knife. He was slightly shorter than me, and despite his thin stature, I still felt intimidated by him. Who wouldn't? He was holding a knife against me. 

"Empty your pockets and I might let you go free." His voice was scratchy and slightly high pitched. I froze, unable to do as he said. Even if I wanted to, I didn't have any cash or valuables on me. "I-I don't have any money." I stammer. "Then cough up that fancy necklace!" He demanded, pressing the knife closer to me.

My instinct was to reach up to the necklace and give it to him, but I quickly stopped after remembering what would happen if I did that. "Come on!" He snapped. Once again I stood frozen. The demon, finally fed up with me, raised the knife to stab me. His actions was halted as someone grabbed his wrist.

"Don'cha got nothin' better to do than harass some poor defenseless gal?"

I look up to see Angel Dust holding on tightly to the demon's wrist. The demon looked up at him with irritation and somewhat shock. Angel's frown turned into a sly grin. "Why not pay more attention to me?" His voice dipped into a more sultry tone.

"I can make it worth your while." The demon slowly lowered his guard, his arousal taking over his more rational side. "Really?" He asks with a smirk. Angel smirks as well before speaking.

"No." He then swiftly takes the knife and stabs the demon with it, sending him to the ground.

 I gasped and looked away from the gruesome scene. Angel tossed the knife elsewhere once he was sure the demon wasn't getting back up. "You ain't got no backbone, you know that?" Angel says to me, crossing his arms.

I look back to him, trying my best to ignore, the now corpse, at our feet. "You didn't even try to defend yourself." I furrowed my brows. "He had a knife!" I argue. "And? This dipshit wasn't worth the effort of killing. Just some low level schmuck, more bark than bite. Can't believe you let someone like that intimidate you."

"Well excuse me! When someone pulls a knife out on me, my first instinct isn't exactly to try and fight back!" I spat. I really didn't want to come off as harsh, but I was fed up with just about everything and everyone today.

"Well better grow a pair and learn to. Cause this is your life now. You're gonna run into more muggers and assholes than you think you might." Angel says as he walks past me. I followed after him, he seemed to be the safest to be around right now. Angel sent a questioning look down at me. "What are you doing out here anyway?" He asks.

"Trying to be a good samaritan." I shrug. "But, that's not going well. Everyone I've come across has either told me to...F off, or tried to kill me."

"Well no shit. This is hell, sweetie. No wants anything to do with anyone, unless it involves sex, drugs, money, or anything else that personally benefits themself in some way. Why the fuck are you even trying to do that?" Angel asks me. "Charlie recommended I do it for my recovery plan." I explain, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Her and those recovery plans, I tell ya what..." He huffs in annoyance. I look up at him. "Do you not believe in her cause either?" I asked. Angel's harden expression softens slightly. 

He looks off somewhere. "She doesn't know what she's getting herself into." He mutters. "Doesn't matter how hard we try, we ain't nothing but lowdown sinners. There's no redemption for people like us." I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I reach to place a hand on his arm, but retracted it and awkwardly fiddle with my fingers as I spoke.

"Well, you can be all that bad. You just saved me after all." Angel glances at me. "Only because Charlie would have bitched if I didn't." He shrugs. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

"But that only means you care about Charlie's feelings. She would have been upset that a new patient was suddenly gone right?" Angel narrows his eyes. "No. I don't want to hear her complaining!" He argues. "Just shut up about it alright?"

A small smile found its way onto my face. "Thank you by the way. For saving me." Angel sighs. "What did I just say?" I giggle and say nothing else. We walked for a few more minutes before Angel's phone dinged, breaking the silence between us. He looked at it and groaned loudly. "Motherfucker." I look up at him confused. "My boss needs me back at the studio." 

Oh. A bit of worry grows in my chest. "Are you going to go?" I ask. "Kind have to." He says as he slick backs his hair, and pushes up his bust. "Looks like I'm working late again. I'll see you around." Angel waves me off as he walks in the other direction. Before he could get too far I called after him. "Be careful!"

I saw him freeze for a second before continuing on his way. I sigh before heading back to the hotel.

Just as I walked inside, I was greeted by Alastor. "Welcome back my dear!" I only waved before walking past him. I could hear his footsteps as he followed me to the couch.

I sat down and rest my head in my hands, blowing a stray strand of hair out of my face with a huff. Alastor was quiet for a moment before speaking.

 "Ah, I remember my first mugging. Quite the brute. But I gave him what for and sent him on his merry way. And by that I mean I tore him limb from limb before eating him whole."

I look up at him with shock. "How did you know?" I asked, choosing to ignore that bit about murdering someone. "I said I would be watching, didn't I? And that was certainly a sight to see, if I do say so myself. Angel was quite the hero, saving you from that lowlife."

"You really were watching. But how?" I ask. "I have my ways." Alastor smirks. "Ok..." I look back down at my lap, a sense of dread began to take over. I know it was only my first try, but, this was hell. It's not like tomorrow would be any easier. "I think I might head up to my room." I say standing from the couch. I began to walk past Alastor, but I stopped in my tracks as he spoke again. "Perhaps you should start even smaller."

I turn to face him. "What do you mean?" I ask. "The princess needs as much help with this hotel as she can get. It wouldn't hurt to ask what she might need done around here." Well. It couldn't be harder than what I was previously doing. I nod my head and began to make my way up to Charlie's office.

[certaincollectionlandblog]

Mick Schumacher with a southern GF

Summary: I can't be the only one who thinks that Mick would be absolutely perfect with a southern girlfriend so I had to share.

*Disclaimer: I use Y/N and reader, but when I write this in my mind I see her as a tall plus size gal (mainly because that's my personal body type), but also because I really see Mick doing amazing with a woman like that. If there is anything I write that doesn't apply to you feel free to leave it out and like always feedback is always appreciated and loved!

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you're an up and coming social media influencer and college student who just so happens to also be an F1 fan

You love to document things in your life like travel, food, college, and growing up in the south

You post some F1 content thinking nothing off it when you notice that Mick Schumacher has started to follow you and comment on some of your posts

Let's not lie to ourselves here you totally fangirled and that's totally understandable because it's Mick freaking Schumacher

You guys start DMing back and forth and really hit it off

That was over a year ago and let's just say the rest is history

You love visiting Mick and his family and you always come prepared with a batch of your Mamaw's peanut butter cookies

He loves when you wear your cowboy boots out because he can't quite explain it, but somehow it makes your legs and butt look so good

You're a natural with animals and kids which in Mick's head has him thinking "she's a freaking Disney princess"

Mick loves when you call him so excited about getting a new animal or something in the garden blooming

His mother adores you!! She thinks you are the sweetest woman she's ever met and she is so happy for her son

Seeing Mick in that cowboy hat just really gets you going and more often times than not when he wears you end up saving a horse and riding that cowboy

Bonfires are a regular get together for your family and Mick loves how down to Earth and sweet y'all are

He thinks it's so cute when you say things and your drawl comes out more than normal, especially when you're tired

You somehow give the letter M almost three syllables and he loves it

Your parents taught you to mainly cook from the garden and hunting and Mick is obsessed with your food, he's convinced that love as an ingredient is real

Loves to slip his hand in your back pocket when you're wearing jeans

You don't really post each other on social media much because y'all are more of a private, but not secret couple and it works so well for the both of you

You introduce Mick to some southern staples such as Moonpies, authentic biscuits and gravy, and of course some moonshine (it's not your favorite, but you'll drink it)

Some people like to assume that just cause you talk slow means your stupid and Mick can be the first one to say that is totally not the case

You have more knowledge in the back of your head than the library of Congress and he is so proud of how smart and hardworking you are

Mick loves when you come in dirty from the garden or helping out around the farm

"maybe we should shower together, save some water you know"

Mick's family loves how you're always making him smile and sometimes they swear they've never seen him this happy

Sometimes he'll find you just laying outside on the grass reading a book and he can't help but think to himself "I'm going to marry her someday"

His mom is constantly asking him when he's going to pop the question

One time you told him it smelled like it was going to rain and he looked at you like you grew another head until you explain it to him

You enjoy taking him to the local drive-in near your house and out to a small restaurant

He loves your papaw's raspberry jam and will fight anyone over the jars of it your papaw gives him

With you life for Mick slows down just a little and he sees his future in your eyes

If you're walking ahead of him and he wants you closer he'll pull you gently by your belt loops

You love taking him up to the top of the land and just watching the stars together

He loves you and he couldn't see himself with anyone else

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[efingart]

Hello, silly Goose here with some questions for Frank and Mila!!

25, 29 and 30!

GOOSE! Thank you! 💙

25. Do they have any pet names for one another?

Not in particular. Sometimes Frank calls Mila babe or ‘tough gal,’ but mostly they just use each other’s names. Frank is especially conscious of calling her Mila to reassure her that he respects her new name.

29. What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?

I think ultimately they both fear the other one just up and leaving. For their own reasons of course. Frank is a loner so he’s definitely not used to having anyone around. It would take some work to get him to open up and realize that he can just feel comfortable in a relationship.

For Mila, everyone has died or betrayed her. And even if she doesn’t think Frank is going to do either of those her past is always a factor. The fact that they were on opposing sides for so long weighs heavily on her. Especially considering what she may or may not have done. Is something going to hit Frank’s breaking point?

30. Describe how one character would cheer the other up after a hard day.

I'll go with Mila since she hasn't had a lot of opportunities in JWIN to take care of him. This actually put an idea for a scene into my head so let's roll with that:

Mila heard the door open, but when Frank's usual greeting didn't follow she knew something was up. She hoped he was just distracted by some piece of mail. But when she walked out she saw him standing by the coatrack. Shoes off but jacket still on. In fact it looked as if he had been about to remove it, it was unzipped and his hands were just gripping the bottom of the jacket. But he was standing as if frozen.

"Everything ok?"

He seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts were holding him and began removing his coat.

"Y'know, one of those days," Frank said with a shrug. He managed to give her a small smile and a kiss on the cheek. But obviously, something was on his mind.

Frank walked past her to grab a beer from the fridge. But when he closed the door he closed it a little too hard. She frowned. She knew a bad day when she saw one. She also knew that he wasn't likely to want to talk about it.

Mila watched him as opened the window he took a seat in his giant chair. He put his feet up and lit a cigarette. He was used to being alone, sometimes it was best to give him space and let him think it out.

It was her night to make dinner so she went about it, making something simple but comforting. Food would help. And at first, it seemed to. Whatever was wrong he rallied himself enough to be present with her while they were eating. But when dinner was over and he had cleaned up the dishes- bad mood or not it was his turn and he never missed his turn- he retreated back to his chair, grabbing a fresh beer on his way, and lighting a new cigarette.

At that point, she wasn't sure giving him even more space was the right call. She approached his chair and leaned over the armrest. One hand she ran across his shoulders, and let it settle on his neck where she began to knead out the tension. She could tell when she placed her other hand on his shoulder when she began to work her thumbs into his trapezius that everything was definitely not ok.

Frank groaned and rolled his shoulders into her touch. And after a moment he placed his hands over hers, a gentle way to stop her. To remind her that she didn't have to take care of him. She pressed herself into his back, letting her hands slide down over his chest. He gathered up her hands in one of his, bringing them together over his heart. Mila landed a kiss on his neck. 

And they stayed like that for a beat, or two. Then she climbed up to sit on the armrest and wrapped her arms back around him, holding him close.

"You want to talk about it?" She asked, already knowing the answer was likely going to be no, if she got an answer at all.

And he didn't answer. Instead, he pulled her down into his lap and she settled her head on his chest.

"Thanks," He said.

Frank kissed her then. A simple, gentle, appreciative kiss.

[legendsgalore]

Stupid stuff ppl say to me at my work, just a personal rant

All of these are separate incidents, and sometimes i cant believe people are real, they can be this stupid, and they are not only living their lives but thriving despite being this pathetically stupid. For context, I work as a barista at a specialty chocolate shop, in a higher end historical area, it's a small business, and the shop is like 400 sq foot MAX. The customer base is mainly white, old, and rich people.

--- Customer: *walks into the shop, goes straight to the counter* So do you sell dark chocolate? --- Customer: *holds up a chocolate bar* So is this hot chocolate? --- Me: So this is a product called "Drinking Chocolate" Customer: So what do you do with it? --- Customer: I can't believe you guys don't sell chocolate dog biscuits --- Include every customer who has the "billion dollar idea" for the shop --- We have a drink specials board, where the drink is in colored text and right below it is the description of the drink in white, with the different drinks separated by a dotted white line. People will ask me what the drink is.....like the description is right BELOW it. --- Frequently, people walk into the shop, and I call out "welcome in!" To them. I can project my voice well, and i am a very cutesy-happy customer-friendly person at work. I get ignored like 50% of the time, and I have had people outright grunt at me. --- Person: *brings their dog into the shop* Me: Oh sorry, we don't allow dogs into the shop unless they are service animals Person: Oh...uhhh this is definitely a service animal Me: >:( (legally in my state I can't question that, unless the animal is being an outright nuisance/danger) --- We are also a coffee shop, and ppl have tried to buy milk from our fridges?? Like the literal gallons of it???? --- I am a tiny gal, height and size, and this is a frequent enough question that my coworkers and I joke about it: "So how do you stay so skinny working here?" "So how much chocolate do you really eat working here?" Or they say shit like this: "I would weight a thousand pounds if I worked here!" ew. just ew. --- Another thing is OVER HALF of the customers walk in and just go "MMMMMMM WOW IT SMELLS SO GOOD IN HERE!!!" Like, obnoxiously loudly, usually interrupting me welcoming them in. It's a valid observation, but it's annoying in the unoriginality, like everyone is in fact following the same script here. Plus everyone wants the same response from me, an enthusiastic nod and a "yeah!" I lost the will to do that a couple months ago. But, again, valid observation. --- Anyone who comes in and is loudly declaring how milk/dark chocolate is better in the tone where they actually believe the objectiveness of their statements and don't realize that it's a subjective opinion. Like I put out free samples everyday, and ppl will come up and outright go "Ew!" If it's their disliked darkness of chocolate. I've had customers try samples, dislike it, and then tell other customers that we make bad chocolate. Like sorry you didn't like the chocolate, but it was free and why are you trying to hurt our small business? --- Finally, everyone who walks in and goes "oH tHiS pLaCe Is So DaNgErOuS i ShOuLdn'T -" Then gtfu. If you don't want the perceived guilt of eating chocolate, then don't walk into the chocolate shop. No we don't have sugar free, calorie free, guilt free, chocolates. I am sick of all the jokes about how people shouldn't be here, shouldn't eat this, how they shouldn't buy more, how they're already buying too much (two bars of chocolate), how this is so bad, like omfg? Are you your mother? Stop with this diet-culture talk. It's disgusting. ---

However, despite the customers being stupid, it adds a lot of interest to my day, and I love my job. My boss is an absolutely amazing person, I would do literally anything for her, and I love all my coworkers. I am so lucky to have this job, and I respect the shop a ton. Despite my hope for humanity somehow going into the negatives over these months, I will give my 100% each day at work.

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek, 106 (Oct. 13, 1966) - “Mudd's Women”

Production order #04

The Breakdown

Captain Kirk sees a small ship flying around that he doesn’t recognize, so he decides to play space-cop and harass it until it’s engines burn out; this results in the vessel’s destruction, while severely draining the Enterprise’s own reserves.  Apparently Kirk’s instincts are correct though, as the ship’s captain is revealed to be a shifty moustachioed tasteless-Irish-caricature, which (in accordance with 1960’s standards and practices) means he is also not to be trusted.  The individual’s name is Harry Mudd (initially going by the alias Leo Walsh), and a quick investigative hearing reveals that he’s a small time ex-con flying without a licence.  While this latest infraction is enough to convict him, it’s Mudd’s “cargo” that creates real complications.  You see, before he was interrupted by Kirk, ol’ Harry was in the process of transporting three TOTAL HOTTIES to some planet where they could find a husband.  These women aren’t just your average babes though, they are so hot that literally EVERY man on board is pitching a tent just looking at them (save for Spock).  Indeed, the men are so horny that they’re unable to form complete sentences; even the ship’s computer notices. 

So what’s causing every male crew-member to reach cartoonish levels of sexual arousal? Perhaps the women are Orions in disguise? Mind control probes? Telepathic manipulation?  None of the above. It turns out all three ladies are just taking pills that bring out their “full sexual potential”, and (as we know) men can’t be held accountable for their actions when in the presence of a leggy dame operating at 100% babe-fficiency. You see, normally each of these women are naturally HIDEOUS …which is to say they’re still gorgeous, but with no make-up, and perhaps in need of a slightly better skincare routine (at most).  Without the drug none of these gals would ever be able to catch a man on their own, since apparently the 23rd century has attained even more unrealistic beauty standards than the ones we presently have.

The rest of the episode follows kirk as he tries to negotiate with some miners for the crystals he needs to power the Enterprise.  Since kirk’s security measures are apparently non-existent, Mudd is able to remotely broker a deal with the miners, bartering his freedom in exchange for his mail-order brides (should Kirk refuse to let Mudd go, the miners would withhold the crystals etc).  Since the miners are all jonesing to get laid, they agree to Mudd’s conditions, leaving Kirk no choice but to play along.  From there things get more ridiculous as Eve (one of the ladies in question) runs off, presumably sick of lying/being treated like a piece of meat.  She quickly gets lost in a sand storm until Ben (the lead Miner) finds her, and brings her back to his place.  But when Eve’s beauty-treatment wears off, Ben is appalled by her slightly dry skin (as anyone would be).  Cue Captain Kirk, who shows up with Mudd just in time to clue everyone in about the truth of the future brides’ condition (using one of the pills on eve as a demonstration of Mudd’s ruse).  It’s only when Eve’s beauty is restored that Kirk reveals the pill had been swapped with a placebo.  We are told that the only thing Eve ever truly needed to be beautiful was the confidence to believe in herself, which doesn’t explain how her acne cleared up in mere seconds, but that’s all we’re gonna get.  This explanation is apparently good enough for her and Ben to talk things out from there, and presumably live happily ever after on a remote planet with no available marriage counsellors, or even other people.  Ben arranges to give Kirk the Crystals he needs to power the Enterprise, and everyone parts ways (except for Mr. Mudd, who will be handed over to the rightful authorities)

The Verdict

There are so many things to unpack in ‘Mudd’s Women’, and I certainly don’t expect to do a thorough job of it here, nor have I the interest. It’s clear that the intention behind this episode is to highlight something about inner-beauty over physical vanity, but it badly misses the mark while spewing forth one outdated stereotype after the next.  Most of the missteps are all pretty obvious, ranging from a depiction of women whose worth are all dependant on finding a husband, to the portrayal of leering men being openly regarded as nothing more than natural and unavoidable (Mudd all but invokes the phrase “boys will be boys”).  Additionally, Harry Mudd’s Irish brogue would almost certainly be regarded as offensive and in poor taste if this were made today, which is doubtless why Rainn Wilson opted to forgo that particular characteristic when he portrayed Mudd on ‘Discovery’.

I will concede that most episodes from a series filmed nearly 60 years ago are bound have some problematic elements, but some are more egregious than others, and ‘Mudd’s Women’ belongs in that categorization.  Perhaps if the episode had been more clever I might have given it points towards entertainment value and creativity, but even there I found the whole ordeal almost as dull as it was silly.  Oh well, you can’t win ‘em all.

½ a star (out of 5)

Additional Observations

This is the first time (according to production order) that we get to see Spock ‘n Bones verbally sparring, which is the only reason I didn’t give this episode a 0 star rating.

Uhuru’s still in gold, and the universe remains as-of-yet out of balance.

The Episode opens with kirk being like “We’re chasing a vessel because it’s suspiciously running away when we chase it”.  But like, who wouldn’t?  Do Starfleet vessels even have the authority to perform random searches of independent starships?  Perhaps they do and I’d just forgotten, but I’d just as easily chalk this one up to a case of “the writers were making it up as they went”.

Harry’s relationship with “his” women feels very human trafficky, which was apparently a concern raised by the studio when the script was put forth as a potential candidate for the pilot. This matter is addressed with several lines of dialogue which establish that each of the women are traveling with Mudd of their own volition, but I’d still characterize their relationship with him as suspicious, at best.

[okaybooner]

[She's a little taken aback. Has this been on Boone's mind a lot? Leigh wasn't aware this was a problem, but it makes sense—after all, she likes to learn things about Boone, and it's harder to trust someone you don't know that much about. She should rectify this.]

Oh… Like what? I mean—...

[Having decided to follow up on one of Boone's questions, she quickly gathers her thoughts, tapping her feet against the floor in contemplation, and then speaks.]

Where I come from… Um. Okay. Let's see. You've never been to the Boneyard, right? There's a district of it called New Galicia, and then one part of it that's close to the harbor is called Little Kraków. And within Little Kraków, there's a neighborhood called the Shtetl. That's where I'm from.

[This might not be telling Boone much, so she explains further.]

Now, New Galicia is big on preserving pre-war identities and languages from Eastern and Southern Europe and West Asia, since a lot of people there are descended in some way. It's nice, it really is. The cultures just sort of live on. I mean, hey, one tribe I'm a part of is over six thousand years old at this point, so of course we're still around.

[Leigh then falters a bit; she was about to start really getting away from what Boone had asked her. Nevertheless, having painted a somewhat interesting picture, it follows that she ought to clarify that she never had much of a connection to the community around her; she shouldn't give Boone the wrong idea about herself being a part of something.]

I didn't get along with my family, though. Or with anyone, really, but the latter is probably just my fault. So, when I was, like, sixteen, I just packed my stuff and left. But I didn't really belong anywhere I went. You know. Well, at least being mostly solitary meant less hassle with my transition. Didn't have to catch lots of people up to speed.

[She pauses to think again. Boone probably does not want to hear about her family. In fact, she's just about in the mood to ask Boone to tell her some stories about her mom instead, but then figures it's a bad idea—Boone could have questions for her, and besides, it might be too painful of a subject, given her mom's passing away when Boone was still young. She never knows how to navigate this kind of stuff.]

[Still, mentioning her own family at all has made her feel uneasy and hesitant, like she's just done a thousand things wrong without realizing it. Silly. She's in her thirties now and barely remembers them at this point anyway.]

So. Yeah. Guess that's it.

[Of course, when Boone asks Leigh where she's from, Leigh responds by telling her where she was born, where she came from, where her family lived. Anyone would. But Boone realizes that isn't quite what she meant. Still, it's a start. And that's all she can really ask for.]

Six thousand years... damn.

[All she can ask for, after the way she guarded her own secrets, is to be in Leigh's life and to learn through these little things. Maybe coaxing this out of Leigh, demanding evidence that she's real, is robbing the miracle of its beauty. On the other hand, they're no longer just a follower and a commander. They're no longer just traveling partners. They're not even simply girlfriends, or partners, or whatever. Boone knows her. Now she wants to know what made her.]

[It occurs to Boone that Leigh would probably be mortified if she could hear this train of thought. Talk about putting a gal on a pedestal. But that's the thing - Boone isn't. She's intimately aware, more than probably anyone, that Leigh is just a woman. Leigh is human. THAT matters. Does she even know that she's given Boone faith in humanity again?]

I doubt that's it. [sigh] But ... I get it. You waited for me to tell you ... everything I told you.

[She considers that kind stubbornness again. It was infuriating, and sometimes still is. Yet when you're infuriated by someone's kindness toward you, maybe that's when you need it most.]

Can I ask another question, though? Why didn't you get along with anyone there?

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: At this point, Natsumi will at least be 3-4 years older than Genji. I see he likes older woman. And humorously, you'd think I'd imagine Genji and Natsumi being together as more or less Hinazumi x Fuyupeko, but I kinda see it more as Hinazumi x Ibuki x Fuyupeko. Cuz you know, Natsumi totally gonna be a punk rock gal now. Akihiro is totally the one who gets scolded a lot by Mahiru, isn't he? Also, if he's a playboy, tell me about his escapades of charming gals and possibly even guys. If the typical anime trend is gonna follow, he's gonna end up with the tough gal. If Sayu has Mahiru's short temper, I can see her being a bit of salty rage quitter at times. Compared to Chiaki and Hajime, she's probably not on their level yet so I assume she gets really pissed when they kick her ass in games.

//Ok, so a few things.

//First of all, WHAT!? 3-4 years is NOT that big of an age gap! That's about how far my parents are in age.

//But yeah, with Genji and Natsumi, their relationship is very interesting. On the one hand, Natsumi is absolutely the one who wears the pants between them. Like you said, she's very much a punk-rock party gal, wheras Genji is more like his mother in that they're both usually very quiet. I imagine that their relationship would very much end up being like Mahiru's and Ibuki's actually, in that they're very close friends who's personalities counteract, yet attract each other.

//What I also think would be pretty hilarious is, because Natsumi grows up to have Fuyuhiko's stubbornness and obviously his naivety as a kid, but her own brand of stubbornness is the same sort of quality that attracted Hajime to Mahiru in the first place; like being endeared to her strength and feistiness.

//And on the other end of that spectrum, even though Genji is a quiet, introspective, and intelligent youngster who lacks a strong sense of will and fighting spirit, his outbursts when he reaches the limit of his patience are similar to Mahiru's own short temper. Natsumi wouldn't expect the kind of personality gap that's shown, and it might even help to turn her on.

//Second question: Yes, Aki is the one who gets scolded the most, and he generally flirts or asks out the girls within his age group, which are usually whatever other fanchildren there are in this context, aside from his own siblings obviously.

//What I think would be funny is if his main "target" (I use the term lightly) is the Naegiri middle-child Nashio. I haven't really talked at length about the personalities of the Naegiri kids, but Nashio compared to her older sister Kuroba, has an extroverted, fun-loving personality, yet also possesses a stoic demeanor and intellect, less like that of her mother Kyoko, and more like that of Mukuro.

//Basically, she knows she's the shit, and that she's way out of Akihiro's league, and unlike most of the girls he hits on on the fly, she actually thinks he's cute and can't help toying with his feelings a little bit. But they have a genuine connection in that they both feel overly responsible despite being the middle-child, and can relate over that.

//And third and finally, yeah, Sayu takes a lot after Chiaki, but does not possess her calm and laid-back temperament 24/7. Sayu enjoys playing puzzle and fighting games as well as video games in general, but her specialty is usually ESports titles like League, Dota 2, and Valorant. She is glad to have something to bond with Hajime and Aunt Chiaki over, and she enjoys their company, but she has a mean competitive streak and detests losing to anyone. She has even threatened to doxx people before, though she doesn't think she would ever actually do that.

-Mod

[fabdante]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

I was tagged by my dear friend @thevampireauthoress on this post ! I tag all the fic writers who follow me and see this because I want to see what you guys are up to!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five! I write every day but only started posting fan fic a year ago and I have more I'm cleaning up to post!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 36,380

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A Lot. If post about it odds are I've written something about it in some form or another.

The ones I have public fics for are DmC: Devil May Cry and ATLA. I frequently write for World of Warcraft (mostly ocs) privately though and have been making my way back to TF2, Borderlands, and Bioshock works lately.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I have only five I can give the whole rundown asdfghj the Zutara fics are, unsurprisingly, the heavy hitters

An Inexact Science

Detours

Pinky Promise

Crossroads of Catharsis and Contemplation

A Series of Mild Prophesies

Also the stats chart cracks me up:

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I get to most of them! Sometimes when a fic is older and someone just leaves a short little 'this was nice!' or whatever, I don't respond but other then that I do. I get very excited when anyone likes any of my works asdfghjkl

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh...probably Swan Song, which is yet to be posted. Swan Song will definitely probably have the solidly most angst filled ending.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Just limiting myself to what's already posted on AO3, anything in the Circumnavigators of Celestial Bodies series so far has had pretty happy endings. It's not tinged with the like dramatic irony of anything in Drafting A Swan and both fic's thus far in Circumnavigators end on fairly positive notes I think

8. Do you get hate on fics?

As of now, no

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have but I haven't published any of it yet and I'm not sure I will ever. My favorites to write are definitely monsterfucking related, followed by more general kink but like monsterfucking is the best to write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I am an avid lover of crossovers, particularly crazy crossovers. I feel like I have several contenders for the most crazy.

First up would be the massive multi fandom high school au my girlfriend and I developed containing like every video game we liked at the time which I still sometimes write because I find the character dynamics fascinating but I doubt, due to the highly niche nature of this crossover, that it'd ever see the light of day (if you ever wanted August Borderlands and Rachel Amber Life Is Strange to talk on the roof of a trailer in the trailer park they both live in though, I am the gal to ask I guess because boy do I have that and I will provide)

Second up would be in a similar vein but like somehow even less attached to any of the serial numbers qualifying it as fan fic. That one is set in a Bioshock AU where Rapture lasted until the 80s somehow under different leadership. It is also a massive multi fandom AU but this time with gang warfare under the sea in a very AU'd version of Rapture. Similarly, it will never see the light of day with the serial numbers attached because it is just so niche as it is that like...I have no idea who would want to read that asdfghjkl I rarely write it anymore despite loving a lot of the concepts and dynamics, and I feel like it'd just be more effective to just rip off the remaining serial numbers and let it be free if I ever wanted to publish it somewhere.

Third craziest is perhaps less crazy but just very weird. But I have an ongoing series of fics where Brigid Tenenbaum from Bioshock 1 and Booker Dewitt from Bioshock Infinite just sort of hang out in this space beyond time and space and just get very cerebral about their oddly parallel lives and similar traumas because a hill I will die on is that they are the parallels of one another between those games, not anyone else. They're very written 'For Fabdante' so they are not very polished and I call them 'Bioshock Void Fics'

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of

13. Have you ever co-authored a fic?

When I was waaay younger yes! Those are really old and locked away on fanfiction.net though.

14. What is your all time favourite ship?

Vergil and Kat/Verat from DmC: Devil May Cry. They are my everything.

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I never want to say never because I do intend to finish these things but here's two:

I have this ATLA fan fic tentatively titled Avatar Champloo which isn't exactly a crossover, more just like an Avatar story featuring the Ba Sing Se kids (Jet, Zuko, and Jin) that plays homage to the vibes and general essence of Samurai Champloo, extrapolating on the already very heavy Samurai Champloo vibes of ATLA. Samurai Champloo is like one of my all time favorite shows so living up to it has been a tall order for me and I fear I will never finish this fic asdfghjk.

I have a few Zelda/Zelgan WIPs that I fear I will never finish. One being a very long one shot based off the idea of a Zelgan romance from the perspective of a bodyguard Link which I'm really fond of, but just have a lot of trouble editing. To give perspective, it was the first fic I ever considered publishing on AO3. And it's still not done to satisfaction for me and thus, not my first fic on AO3.

Obligatory Swan Song (my really long multichapter DmC: Devil May Cry, Verat based, prequel) mention. I don't doubt I'll finish it one day exactly, but when that day will be is far beyond my comprehension asdfghjk

16. What are your writing strengths?

Uh...ngl I have no idea lmaooooo I like how I handle small moments, I guess. Most of what I like to write is small moments between people, and I think I'm pretty ok at that. I'm good at rambling.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing multichapter things, I feel. Because I like small moments too much, I struggle to keep things relevant I feel. The biggest issues with Swan Song, I think, are just there being a lot of useless scenes. I struggle a lot with knowing how long scenes should be in something thats more then a one shot and how to transition between those scenes effectively.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I don't know any other language confidently enough to write it, so it's not something I ever do nor have an opinion on. I do write a lot of multilingual characters, and when I do I just tend to write the dialogue in italics then notate that the character is now speaking another language in the descriptor so that the reader knows what the italics mean.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably ATLA when I was a waaay younger. Writing Circumnavigators has been a return to my roots, I suppose, asdfghjk

20. Favourite fic you've written?

My favorite posted fic is definitely Crossroads of Catharsis and Contemplation. It's got everything for me and is exactly the type of thing I love to write the most.

Unposted? Depending on how it goes, I might have a runner up that is a preboot DMC fic which is a grunge band AU told through excerpts from a biography novel and the interviews within about said grunge band. Similarly, it has everything for me and is exactly the type of thing I love to write asdfghjkl

Thank you again for tagging me!! And once again, I mean it when I say please count yourself as tagged by me if you want to answer these because I really, really would love to see what you guys are writing!!

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

In celebration of the @infamous-if update today, I thought I would provide you all with a look at my various OCs for it! I decided to be extra and create a different main character for the four ROs I liked and play through with each of them (which if you know me at all is very on brand since I am indecisive as all hell), but honestly I love these babes too much to let them live in my head so now I'm gonna tell you all about them! I probably won't make actual intro posts for any of them (unless you guys want me to, wink wink), but for now enjoy these little rambles, and feel free to ask any questions about them you want!!

WILLOW HARRINGTON:

— Stage name is Willow Rose; she/they Seven ship.

— Lead singer of a country band called Whiskey Moonbeams; their music is kind of nineties country singer-songwriter vibes, with a bit of a modern female country kick on some songs.

— Used to be dating Seven, and voted to keep him in the band when The Vote happened; she's never stopped loving Seven and was devastated when he left and broke up with them, which makes pretty much everything about the Battle of the Bands situation a bit awkward, especially when she picks Soft Violence to ride on the bus with.

— A total sweetheart, very humble and compassionate and always tries to keep the peace (even when it hasn't always worked out well in the past), but also intensely shy and awkward.

— Honestly kind of freaked out by the idea of being famous and would rather stay playing tiny gigs for the rest of their career if she could get paid enough for it, but goes into Battle of the Bands because they would follow her friends everywhere.

— Mainly dresses in an academic style, sweaters and Peter Pan collars and the like; Rowan loves to call them "Professor".

— A complete bisexual dork who has at least a fleeting crush on all the romantic interests (except for Orion, because to her that would be kind of weird), but their heart has always belonged to Seven and she really hopes that going on tour together can be an opportunity to get back to what they were.

— Honestly they and Seven are going to be the most amazing exes back to lovers dynamic ever and I cannot wait to futher explore it!

ASTER ZHOU:

— August ship.

— Lead singer of a pop group called Painted Roses; their music has a lot of Little Mix vibes, with the occasional bit of pop rock influence a la Olivia Rodrigo's Guts album.

— An insatiable flirt of a lesbian who's always down for a nice hookup (and definitely not afraid to flirt with a guy if it will get her something) and is used to people falling for her charms pretty quickly, so when August joins the band and Aster realizes that they're going to be a little bit different she takes it as a challenge and turns the seduction levels up to eleven, only to realize at some point that, oops, feelings have gotten involved.

— The type of person who covers all of her sad and negative feelings with jokes and is literally terrified of being vulnerable, since the only person she was ever really vulnerable with was her former bestie Seven and then he left and will barely look at her anymore, so she doesn't trust anyone else, not even her other friends, really, to stay if she lets down her walls. But even so, she feels everything really deeply and has a habit of holding desperately onto old memories; it's why she refuses to cover her tattoo of Seven's initials but still keeps it hidden. (That's really why August intrigues her so much; they're cool and unaffected, or at least they seem to be, in a way she never could be.)

— Despite all that inner angst, though, she is still a chaotic, impulsive gal who lives to push Orion's buttons and would kill for her bandmates or anyone else she cares about, despite being shit at giving advice or talking about feelings.

— Craves to be famous more than almost anything; she wants her name up in lights, to perform her songs in front of a packed stadium of screaming fans, almost as much as she needs air.

— Always dresses very cute and trendy, with crop tops and cute skirts, but also usually wears looser clothing when on stage since she always has dance routines that go with her songs.

— She and August getting together is going to be so long and a bit awkward, but they will get together and it will be amazing, I can assure you.

ATLAS LEE:

— He/they Orion ship.

— Lead singer of an alternative rock band called Back Alley Idols; they're very Fall Out Boy-esque with a bit of Green Day and Nirvana mixed in.

— This poor thing falls in love with Orion within about ten seconds of meeting him, but not only is Atlas absolute shit at expressing his feelings properly, they struggle a lot with self-loathing, undiagnosed and unmedicated anxiety, and substance misuse (he's not a full-blown addict but they do use alcohol and drugs as a coping mechanism and to self-medicate which is. Not Great) which he knows Orion disapproves of, so they’re kind of in a self-destructive cycle of feeling like he’s always letting everyone down because of their bad habits but then turning to those bad habits to stop feeling bad and… yeah, it kind of sucks for both of them.

— However, he does eventually genuinely try to get sober and try and become a better person for Orion, and it’s hard but it works, and once Atlas is better they can finally admit their feelings for each other and get together like they’ve been longing to do.

— Seriously, Atlas is such a sopping wet cat of a person; they’re super insecure and anxious and doesn’t like himself at all and is always worried about doing something that will make their friends hate him, which usually just leads to them messing up even more (a prime example being picking to ride with Underground Wastebasket for the tour because he was desperate not to ride with their ex-girlfriend Seven, which then just got Rowan pissed at him for a bit), but they’re also really sweet and genuinely care about people and would do nearly anything for the ones he loves, so their friends and Orion love him and will protect them at all costs.

— Legitimately terrified by the idea of being famous and having everyone’s eyes on him all the time; it’s really only because of their voice that he’s the lead singer of Back Alley Idols, because they sure as hell don’t have the personality for it, and he only agreed to enter Battle of the Bands at all because their friends were so excited when the band got the opportunity.

— Always dresses very casually, but with a little bit of style - although style is subjective, and Rowan loves to tease him about all the patterned cardigans they wear and how they don’t really dress like the lead singer of a rock band.

— Like any MC, he doesn’t have a good relationship with their parents, but for him it’s in part because coming out to them as bisexual didn’t go very well, and to this day they still don’t know Atlas is genderqueer.

— I am genuinely so excited to get further into their and Orion’s relationship, because they’re just a little messy but so sweet and caring and I love them lots <3 <3.

ANA DELGADO:

— Stage name is Birdie Sage; any pronouns, Sebastian ship.

— Lead singer of an alternative folk band called Fae Forest - they’re very much a mix between Hozier, Florence + the Machine, and Marina and the Diamonds.

— Thinks Sebastian is super cute pretty much immediately, and finds him interesting with how out of place he is at the Battle of the Bands audition, so they have a bit of fun flirting with him in the matter-of-fact and calm way they have of letting people know they’re interested, but the more they meet up with him and Maya and spend time with them, the closer they get, until finally they have to confront the fact that the plain intrigue they had for him at first has blossomed into full-blown feelings.

— Ana is very practical, honest, and like August, doesn’t always show what they’re really feeling. Orion adores them for this, predictably, but it kind of frustrates the rest of the band sometimes, and this doesn’t always make Ana feel very good about themself. It’s just they way they see the world, through a lens of practicality and the most proper decisions to be made (they probably get it from their parents, they think), and though they can be friendly and cheerful with people, there’s still usually a level of disconnect from the person in their mind until they’ve known them for a while. And they can never turn that off, at least not fully, and they hate it sometimes.

— But despite all this, they have a genuine and sweet bond with their friends/bandmates, and even Orion; these are people who understand how Ana’s mind works and who they’re comfortable enough with to genuinely smile and joke with, who they’ve almost never seen like bugs to look at under a microscope the way they can’t help but view everyone else at first. (And since Orion’s mind works relatively similarly, they have a really good and mutually respectful dynamic going on.)

— Very indifferent to the idea of fame; they really want to share their music with the world, and they understand that fame will be a result of that and they can’t deny it has its perks, but they’re also not very excited at the prospect of winning BOTB and getting super well-known.

— Dresses in a very bohemian style: long flowy skirts and peasant blouses and homemade jewelry, the works. Pretty much exactly how you would expect the lead singer of a band called Fae Forest to look.

— Absolutely adores Maya from the first moment they take a picture with her, and wants nothing more than to be a good stepparent to her and take care of her when they realize they have feelings for Sebastian. They didn’t even realize they wanted kids before, but Maya changed that.

— Seriously they and Sebastian are the most adorable couple ever and honestly I will definitely write some actual stuff about them someday because I adore them already!

ALRIGHT, THAT’S ALL!! IF YOU WANNA ASK ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THESE BABIES, FEEL FREE TO SEND THEM IN!!

(Tagging @xoteajays because she’s the one who got me into Infamous in the first place, @ginevrastilinski-ocs because I know she likes it, and @luucypevensie because I tag her in basically everything at this point. <3)

[yukikorogashi]

Oh, he's not late. Supreme Leaders of Evil are never late.

And what was even special about today—or yesterday? Nothing, right? Probably nothing; if it wasn't a day dedicated to him, then what was the point...?

So, yeah! For no particular reason and entirely coincidental that it was anywhere near a birthday (that again didn't even matter when it wasn't his), Kokichi trots up to the silly little girl, having made a very life-changing decision.

For her, that is.

"Heeeeey there, brat! I didn't know I'd find you here!" He did. That isn't important. "But this is awfully convenient—here." And with a flourish, the Supreme Leader bestows upon his faithful follower a checkered bandana of her own, folded neatly, almost ceremonial.

"I've decided." Kokichi waves the square of cloth once in a gesture of hurry up and take it, but his attention has wandered as if abruptly disinterested in the exchange. "It'd be somewhat of a shame if you were to die, so—! You should probably join my organization. Got it?"

❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITSUKI!!! (15th March) ❤️

GRRRR, WHY SHE OUGHTA ...

Unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the sound of that unmistakable voice, Itsuki would turn towards the boy in question. "There ya are! Ya missed breakfast, lunch AND dinner yesterday!"

Never mind the fact that he hadn't been around to celebrate the little get together their other classmates decided to put together for her. Because truth be told... it... it wasn't that important, not during a time like this.

A disapproving pout was quickly forming upon her features, as her hands rested themselves upon her hips in an exasperated manner. He truly was like the little big brother that she never wanted at times. One whom she could never stop being CONCERNED for, especially with how much more difficult he tended to make things, and everything that he would get up to all by his lonesome.

Booooy, she could lift ya with ONE ARM, that's just how thin you are, y'hear?

And while she had admittedly gotten fairly use to his SHENANIGANS by this point, one couldn't blame her for still having the urge to chase this boy around the fields themselves with her TRACTOR, when needed. Anyways, it was both a good exercise AND punishment for this here fella, especially when it would seem that he would surprisingly enjoy it at times. Viewing it like GAME OF CHASE, more than what had been mentioned earlier.

"BRAT-- l-look who's talkin'! Is that anyway ta talk to the gal that helps jar up them BUGS fer ya?" It was much too early for this, so don't you push your luck now, bro!

Still, after taking a deep breath and patting down ruffled feathers, Itsuki would remind herself just who it was she was dealing with. That this buttmunch spoke a different language, when compared to the rest of them. And so she would raise her brow at him, when he said in his own way-- that he had actually been looking for her.

"... Huh?"

Looking down towards the offered bandana, and back up to to that seemingly disinterested (Ahhh these abrupt shifts would always let on more than one would initially believe) look on his face... it would take her a second or two, as she started putting things together. Brows furrowing for just the briefest moment, before her expression would completely soften altogether... Slowly reaching out towards the neatly folded GIFT, and taking it into her own hands with considerable care.

Truth be told, celebrating your BIRTHDAY in at a time like this-- in a place like this-- certainly wasn't on anyone's wish list. But she was... LUCKY enough that the other ULTIMATES had even wanted to bother about this, in the first place. She was... really GRATEFUL, at the end of the day. Especially after all they have been through, especially... with so few of them left now...

Especially when the ULTIMATE SUPREME LEADER himself-- would bother to do a lil' something special, just for her. Once more, showing in his weird lil' way, that he really did care for her in return.

... I don't what you dyin' either, bro.

"Awww shucks, bro..." Thinking for a moment, Itsuki would decide that a simple thank you just wouldn't do (Even though she knew that her usual hugs might amusingly lead to a less than pleased response oughta him too... she will save that for later on). And so instead chose to humour him with a little curtsy, "Well, thank ya fer honorin' an' viewin' me as such a VALUED MEMBER to yer EEEEEVIL CAUSE~"

Hehe, did she say that right? She would even throw in a curtsy then, as she held the unexpected gift close to her heart.

"... Awraht, sure! Ahhhh guess ah could join yer organization... jus' so ah can make sure y'all are eatin' right, ehehe!"

She suppose that she could let him off from his exercise-punishment too, just for today.

@falsiliar ❤️💕

[wizisbored]

Tell me things about the feral goblin child pls

hell yea the gremlin child. bugebroph. buggie. soup.

so where im at currently, lydia was basically the kidnapping equivalent of an impulse purchase. beetlejuice was just vibing in the living world, hanging out i guess, and realised that this fuckin baby could see him. kid kept pointing at him and saying shit like "a". and he was fuckin obsessed. hell yeah, "a". he decided he liked the kid, so he just kinda... took her. there was some vague justification that he could teach her to summon him at some point in the future, but it was mostly just because hed taken a shine to her and he has awful awful impulse control.

lydia was always aware of the fact that she was stolen from the living. but she was raised on stories of juno and beetlejuice telling her that parents are dumb and she doesnt need them, so she doesnt particularly care. in fact, she thinks her life with beetlejuice - basically being raised as a demon - is much better than any life in the living world could be. all her clothes are conjoured for her by him and grow with her, and he makes her new ones whenever she wants them. up to a certain point she knew him solely as lawrence, since he didnt have any way of getting 'beetlejuice' across to a baby. he heared her parents say her name a few times before he took her, decided he liked it, and kept it. he didnt catch her surname.

she was raised primarily in the netherworld, with beetlejuice smuggling her in and out to bring her with him when he leaves and keeping her hidden. but eventually there comes a point - around 5 or 6 maybe - that shes still too young for him to leave by herself without worrying she'll be found out, but getting too big to easily smuggle. and after a near miss with juno, he decides that she needs to graduate to hiding in plain sight.

his plan basically boils down to 'make lydia a fake id and pass her off as a young demon'. in order to make the cover as convincing as he can, he binds her to a name in the same way he's bound to betelgeuse. he tries finding another star name, gives up, takes a thesaurus to his own name and then messes around with the spelling. hence, bugebroph - pronounced bug-broth. shes a little more particular about the spelling than beetlejuice, which is why i dont write it as bugbroth. its only until after he binds her that he remembers that it will prevent her from using his name to invoke, but he doesnt really care at this point. with her demon name and forged papers shes significantly safer, though beetlejuice still tries to keep her out of juno's sight.

when shes a little older, and hes gifted her a knife, beetlejuice starts leaving her in the netherworld while he visits the world of the living. its mostly due to the fact that shes visible, which complicates things for him. so little bugebroph, lacking even beetlejuice's lax supervision and hanging around the entrance to wait for him, begins making a habit of terrorising the recently deceased. the ghosts who are there regularly, such as miss argentina, come to know and recognise her. a few even know shes alive, but none have the heart to rat her out to juno. if beetlejuice wants to keep a pet breather thats his business, her fake id is convincing enough to let slide, and shes kinda cute in a distincly feral way. nobody brings up her mortality. but after a few too many comments about how she's oddly rosy-cheeked for a young demon - she doesnt get much sun but shes not quite as pale as the dead - she starts wearing masks that cover all or most of her face, just in case the wrong ghost gets too good a look at her. of course, these have the added bonus of aiding in her terrorising of new ghosts. ive sketched a few possible designs for em:

nobody's keeping track of her age, but shes a teenager when she finally manages to persuade beetlejuice to let her help with a haunt. and that's how she ends up in the home of adam and barbra maitland, shortly after it was purchaced by one charles deetz.

[negansworld]

Secret Desires

There’s been always an aura surrounding Professor Smith. The way he talks with that low growl in his voice, when he passes your table and gently touches your shoulder, the way he looks ridiculously cute when he looks over his glasses.

You like to think that he stares at you more often than the others. That there’s a shift in his voice whenever he calls your name and his smiles grow whenever you say the right answer. But deep in you, you know it only happens in your head, that half of the college has that stupid little crush on him and think they’re special to him.

Especially considered that he has a beautiful wife with curly dark blonde hair and a body to die for. Now and then she’d pick him up and the way he’d kiss her letting you all turn green from jealousy.

On the other hand it also has something extremely cute how in love he is with that woman, Negan and Lucille, a couple that belongs together even if it’s just for the perfect match of their names.

Once again you dream yourself away as the early hours of this fall morning passing along the window. It’s your second year and you don’t feel motivated. Not even Professor Smith could lift your mood with his deep voice and his colorful language.

The notebook in front of you don’t carry any notes, but only the varieties of Negan saying fuck.

Fuck, fucking, fuckedy, motherfucking… you get the drill.

It’s not until the shadow appearing in front of your desk, waking you from whatever dream your brain created. You know it’s him.

The usual scent of leather, cologne and cigarettes having your clit squirm, only that this time you’re afraid to look up. Nevertheless you do since the professor can be pretty pushy and doesn’t mind calling anyone out who doesn’t pay attention. You’re pretty sure Carl Grimes still has a bruise on his arm where Negan had thrown a pencil at him for sleeping.

“Now will you look at that? The little missy is still fucking with us.” He’s hot, but sometimes you want to slap this jawline.

Also he’s licking his lips again, staring at you like the predator at his prey right before he attacks. He seems to be offended that you don’t squirm or look away as he makes a gesture with his hand, followed by his lean.

“What a badass. I see you tonight at fucking six in my office. Not a minute later or you’ll fail this class.”

… what?

You’d like to pretend that you’re really a badass and not being an absolute wreck as you walk towards his office. It’s shortly before six and your knock shy as he calls you in.

“Sit down.” Gesturing to one of the two chairs on the other side of his desk he looks so damn serious. “I won’t give you some blah blah speech about how fucking important my course is, because you’re one clever gal and already fucking know it. Now what I need to fucking know is if you’re having problems, any troubles I should know about to make that shit easier for you?”

There’s no denying, no matter how hard you try, the professor sounds honestly worried. Now that could be only a game for you to open up, but you cling to that little hope that he might likes you, that you’re special.

Your eyes meet and insecurely you bite your lower lip, struggling how to explain it. You being distracted has nothing to do with him, not all the time, but that you simply miss home, that you could’ve more friends and better grades. Typical student problems and not worth mentioning to someone like him.

Worst case would be that he thinks you’re a pussy and wasting his time here.

He asks a few questions then, trying to lure you out of the shell while his voice surrounds you like a dark, comforting curtain. Everything in here smells like him. Damn.

Does one of the assholes here bother you? You shake the head.

Is it because of the classes? You shrug slightly.

Are you afraid that mommy and daddy won’t be fucking proud of you? Someone like him should be forbidden to use the word daddy.

Is it because of me? You nod with lips pressed together.

There he is again, the predator picking his prey and hunting it down mercilessly. Freezing in the spot you watch him getting up, coming over and sitting down next to you.

“Close your eyes.” His voice is a hot whisper against your skin, making you shiver as you obey. “Good girl and now lemme do my job.”

It’s like one of your dirtiest dreams come true as he opens your pants with quick fingers and slaps your thighs open. Aroused and a bit fearful you open your eyes, not knowing where to look first as he speaks up again.

“I told you to keep your eyes closed and you don’t wanna fucking disappoint me, do you?”

Again you shake the head and close your eyes, instantly getting rewarded as his long fingers slide into your panties. Gently he massages the warmth of your lips before spreading them open to reach your hidden pearl.

The moment his fingertip brushing against your clit having you squirm in the chair as the most pathetic noise leaving your mouth. Again and again he dips against your pearl until you soak your panties and gasp for him. You should’ve known he’s a tease.

“Damn kitten, I wonder how you’ll sound once I put my dick in you.” He mentions amused as he starts rubbing tight circles until you cling to his arm. “That’s it, give it to me. Oh fuck, I bet you taste amazing.”

He says some more, but all you can focus on are his fingers and the desperate roll of your hips. You’re soaking him, even leaving some scratches on his arms as your clit twitches. So close. Right as you want to scream his name his lips crashing in yours and he swallows your orgasm.

He pulls his hand out and soon you hear the obscene wet sounds as he sucks your juices from his fingers. “Like I said, fucking amazing. You’re more relaxed now, kitten? Does daddy have you purring?”

“Y-yeah… yes.” You mumble and look right into the face of the devil.

His smirk wide and lips shiny, you need to kiss him away, but he shows you that you have to play after his rules. A game you either win or lose.

[writercole]

Tensions

Summary: Things get tense in the air as well as on the ground.

Squares: Friends with Benefits @anyfandomangstbingo

Words: 1959

Warnings: Blow job, male receiving oral, tension, someone knows.

A/N: Coyote is one of the best wingmen ever.

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Things in the air were almost as tense as on the ground. Maverick had been pushing them to their limits every day, making them review where they went wrong and forcing them to try and come up with an excuse that would make the families of the ‘lost’ pilots feel better. All it did was put more stress on the aviators and push them to lash out.

Things came to a head when Hangman pushed a little too far about everyone else’s flight problems. Maverick tried to get him to shut up, but Jake had to run his mouth. “We’re going into combat, of the likes no one has ever seen. Not even him.” Bob warned him to shut up, Fanboy agreed and Payback, near enough, threatened to end him. The bickering and yelling echoed from the high ceilings as all the pilots started standing and pointing fingers in anger. Maverick dismissed them for the day afterwards, seeing how badly everything had turned.

“Valkyrie, a word,” Maverick called across the hangar, stopping her in her tracks. Coyote assured her silently that he’d keep an eye on her friend while she stayed behind.

“Yes, sir,” she acknowledged as she stood in front of him, snapping to parade rest out of habit.

“This isn’t a formal meeting, relax,” Maverick insisted as he leaned on the table at the head of the makeshift room.

She took a seat facing him, leaning her elbows on her knees and waiting for him to continue. She had no idea what she could possibly have gotten in trouble for; her jet was the one lost in the last training maneuver, causing Payback and Fanboy to be reprimanded.

“Valkyrie, I know we’re not exactly friends, but I’d like to think we have a relationship that traverses the usual ranking bullshit,” he started, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s why I’m coming directly to you with this.”

“Whatever you’ve heard, sir, -”

“Let me finish,” he interrupted. She nodded at him and sat back, sighing as she did so. “I’ve seen pilots like Hangman before. He’s arrogant, abrasive, and tends to leave people behind. He’s ditched everyone on his teams while we train dog fighting - everyone but you. I know there’s a history there and that the two of you are close. I need you to knock some sense into him.”

“Sir?” she questioned, her eyebrows furrowed together and her head tilted to the side.

“He’s going to wash out if he doesn’t get his shit together. And you’re his last chance to get his head right,” Maverick explained.

“Yes, sir,” she sighed, “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thank you, Valkyrie,” he nodded as he stood. “Dismissed.”

Valkyrie headed back towards the common area, finding everyone but the one pilot she was looking for. She glanced over at Coyote, who stood and walked over to her, standing with his back to the rest of the aviators.

“Hangman told me not to let anyone back there. But seeing as how you have a certain…way with him,” he muttered, sending her a suggestive side eye, “I’m going to pretend you snuck by me. I know you’re close and all but I’ve never seen him this wound up.”

“I got it, Javy,” she mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and patting his shoulder. “You’re the best friend a gal could have.”

He pretended to swoon at her words before shooting her a wink and walking in the opposite direction, heading out of the room. 

Valkyrie slipped down the hall quietly, tapping on Jake’s door before letting herself in. He was laid back in his bunk, earbuds pushed tightly into his ears and his eyes shut. She could hear the heavy music from across the room, his head nodding along to the beat almost imperceptibly. She smiled softly to herself, remembering all the times she’d found him in the same position, the room different but the music the same.

Her boots squeaked across the linoleum as she approached the bed, climbing atop him in one swift motion. His eyes popped open and his body tensed as he felt the movement, relaxing as soon as he processed what was going on.

“You realize I could’ve taken you for a threat and actually hurt you, right?” he scolded her as he put his earbuds back into their case. 

“Right, Seresin,” she scoffed, “like you’d ever get the jump on me.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but why exactly are you straddling me?”

“I needed your attention and there’s really no better way to get it than the only unattainable woman you’ve ever known sitting over your cock,” she smirked as she laid her palms on his chest.

His hands traveled up her thighs resting lightly on her hips as he gazed up at her. “You’re not exactly unattainable but you do have my attention, darlin’.”

She took a deep breath and looked down at his face, a soft smile playing on his lips. She almost didn’t want to tell him what Mav had said; she selfishly wanted him to wash out so that he’d be safe and not have to go on this mission. But she was a woman of her word and he was her best friend.

“Maverick wanted to talk about you,” she blurted out, watching his face go from peaceful to confused. “He said you’re being too reckless. That you need to learn to work with your squad and not leave them behind.”

“He said that?” 

“In so many words, yes. I may have paraphrased a bit to save time,” she admitted. “Bottom line, Jake, you’ll wash out if you don’t get your shit together. That’s a direct quote.”

“Great,” he groaned, his hands dropping from her hips. “Let’s just cap off a shitty day with shittier news.”

A smirk danced across her lips as she watched Jake think and overthink. “You know, I might have an idea of how to fix that,” she whispered, moving between his legs and letting her hands trail down his chest, unbuttoning his uniform as she went.

He kept his eyes on her as she moved lower, licking his lips when she pushed his undershirt up over his abs. She teased her way down with warm kisses and sharp nips, his breathing getting shallower and his cock getting harder as she made her way down to his belt. His eyes fluttered shut as her hand cupped his bulge over his pants.

“Is that a jet in your pants or are you happy to see me?” she winked.

“Oh, that’s definitely me happy to see you,” he panted as he pressed his head back into the pillows.

She worked the button open and zipper down, her hand slipping in and pulling his cock out, positioning herself to comfortably take his length. Her tongue traced the prominent vein along the bottom of his shaft, her eyes not leaving his face as she wrapped her lips around the tip, running her tongue through his slit.

“Jesus, darlin’,” he gasped, “that mouth is good for more than talking shit, ain’t it?”

She hummed in agreement, slowly bobbing her head up and down his length, taking more of him in her mouth with every pass. She let her eyes shut as her nose nestled in the trimmed patch of curls at the base of his shaft, enjoying the feeling of him filling her throat with his heft.

His hand rested on her head, more of a grounding technique than attempting to control the speed and depth. He opened his eyes and watched as her mouth worked him over, one hand stroking what didn’t fit in her mouth while the other fondled his balls. His moans were soft, his subconscious still keeping him quiet to keep them from trouble.

She took him in her mouth in his entirety and hollowed her cheeks as she pulled back, her soft cheeks dragging the sides of his cock. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and tears spilled down her face quietly. 

“You look so good stretched around my cock,” praised Jake as he wiped the dampness off of her cheeks. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take it all? Swallow everything I give you?”

She hummed in response, nearer a high pitched whine than an actual hum. The vibrations were all he needed to tip over the edge, his cock twitching in her mouth as he shot hot ropes of cum down her throat. 

She sucked it down greedily, only pulling off when he was overly sensitive, each sensation causing his entire body to twitch. She sat back on her heels and wiped the corners of her mouth as she maintained eye contact with him, enjoying the sight of him completely wrecked because of her.

“Feel better?” she cooed as she shifted off of him, cupping his face gently to make him face her.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “yeah, you could say that.”

Maverick had some interesting training planned the following day. He had the entire squad meet up at the beach for something he called dog fight football. He split them up into two teams, Hangman and Valkyrie playing opposite each other. The trash talk was flowing back and forth, a fun time being had by everyone. 

Valkyrie caught the ball and started running towards their ‘endzone,’ dodging players left and right, Hangman right behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist just before she crossed the line, ruining her touchdown.

Hangman continued to block any attempt at Valkyrie scoring, even scoring a touchdown himself despite Valkyrie on his back. The game ended and the team separated, some of them heading back towards the dorms and some going straight to The Hard Deck.

Valkyrie and Hangman dusted the sand off of themselves before they stepped into the nearly empty bar, just a few of their squad mates and a couple of regulars sitting around the counter. They grabbed drinks and headed to the tables where their friends were.

“What’s going on with you two?” Phoenix questioned as she looked between Valkyrie and Jake.

“What? Nothing,” she denied quickly, her voice rising an octave and her eyes darting between Jake and Phoenix.

“I know that’s bullshit,” Phoenix scoffed. “You think we wouldn’t notice the way the two of you just disappear randomly and come back smiley and relaxed?”

“Honestly, no,” Jake shrugged, “it’s not like the team is filled with people who are obsessed with gossip.”

“Jake!” Valkyrie exclaimed in a whisper, trying not to draw attention to the table.

“What? It’s not like it’s a secret anymore,” he replied and sipped his beer.

“Well, it’s just Phoenix who knows. It’s still pretty secret,” she insisted, “I don’t need everyone finding out!”

“And Bob,” Phoenix added with a smirk.

“What about Bob?” she pressed as her face fell further, looking around the room to see Bob hanging around by the pool table with Payback and Fanboy.

“He knows,” Phoenix elaborated. “He’s the one who noticed first, actually. Asked me if I knew anything.”

“Oh my god,” Valkyrie groaned as she hid her face.

“It’s not a big deal,” Hangman offered, “it’s just sex. We’re not really seeing each other.”

“Friends with benefits never ends well for anyone,” Phoenix cautioned, a sorrowful look in her eyes.

“That won’t happen with us,” Valkyrie told her.

“Yeah, it’s not a permanent thing, just until the mission is done,” Hangman explained. “Besides, we’re not exclusive and if we were going to catch feelings, don’t you think it would have been when we were teenagers?”

“Look, all I’m saying is be careful. You know the admirals would have a field day with the two of you if they found out,” Phoenix warned as she stood.

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[rayslittlekitten]

Pals Before Gals

“Crush” Masterlist

A/N: So, I wanted to write something that would eventually lead to a certain event that already happens in this universe. If you've read the other fics from this universe, you'll probably know what it is. I thought this was going to be more BFF Benny but the focus is actually not on him this time.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1,750

Pairing: Will "Ironhead Miller x GN!Reader (it was written with F!reader in mind, but this is written in a way that can be read by anyone)

Plot: Benny suddenly ditches you and Will and the two of you take the opportunity to get to know more about each other.

Contains: cursing, drinking, gambling

You and Benny are getting towards the end of a long and intense Mario Party game. Will is sipping on his beer and snacking on mixed nuts while watching you and Benny, killing time waiting for the pay-per-view to start. Benny has been waiting for this fight for months.

"Fuck you! Noooo!" Benny yells as you steal his hard-earned star.

"I don' t know what you're crying about! You have four stars. I finally have one," you point out.

"Yeah, but still!" Benny whines.

"Quit your bitching and roll!"

Benny grumbles and pouts while he presses the button on his controller to roll the dice.

"TWO? Seriously? What's the point in having allies if they're not helping me?" Benny huffs.

Just then, Benny's phone pings. He puts his controller down as the screen loads for the next mini game. Benny smirks and texts back whoever he got a message from.

"I hate this game," you groan. "Are you ready?"

"Nope! You're gonna have to take over for me." Benny tosses his controller onto Will's lap and gets up from the couch. "Ya boy got a last minute date."

"Why don’t you just invite her over?" Will asks.

“And have you guys cock block? I don’t think so.” Benny scurries towards the bathroom.

"What about the fight?" You shout.

"I'll watch the highlights on Youtube!" he shouts back before shutting the bathroom door and turning the shower on.

"Seriously? He's the reason why we're here," Will looks at you and you shrug.

"It's probably that girl he's been talking to for the last few months. He really likes her. Come on, let's finish this game," you nudge him.

"I don't even know how to play." Will picks up the tiny controller and looks at it, wondering how it works.

"You need to get out of your comfort zone, loosen up and have a little more fun every once in a while," you say. "Just follow the instructions on the screen. You can do that, right Captain?"

Will sighs, tucks his beer bottle between his knees and tries to follow the screen.

********

Right before Benny takes off, he quickly reminds you both to lock the door when you leave.

"What a dick," you mumble.

"So... you still wanna watch the fight?" Will asks.

"Not really. Do you?" You look over to him and ask.

"Me neither," he shakes his head.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he asks you what you want to do.

"Uhh..."

You've known Will as long as you've known Benny, but you were always closer to your best friend. While there is a comfortability with Will, you've never actually spent time alone with him so it's still a bit awkward.

"I mean, we don't have to do anything. We can just leave and go our separate ways. I can give you a ride home since yours ditched." Will absentmindedly taps the game controller on his thigh.

"OR..." you say, an idea blooming in your head. "We can hang out," you suggest. "We have all this food and beer here already. Why let it go to waste? What do you like to do for fun?"

Hearing yourself ask that question sounds strange because you thought you knew Will. You know Will, but you don't know Will. Now you feel a bit silly for not actually getting to know him beyond a surface level, considering how long you've known him and how much time you've spent with him. Sure, you know he's a nice guy, he's seen some shit while he was deployed, he likes to count things and is also a health nut, but you don't even know the guy's favorite color. Although blue suits him really well.

"Well, I like to... watch sports. Football, baseball, wrestling. I also like to be active. Paintballing is one of my favorites." Will leans back and take a sip of his beer. "I like to read. Oh! I also like a little poker. Me and my unit - you know, Pope, Fish, Redfly and of course Benny - we use to play a lot of poker on our down time. That was fun." He tips his beer bottle to you.

"Okay, so let's play some poker!"

You get up from the couch to look for some playing cards. You know Benny has at least a deck somewhere. There was a solid summer where Benny wanted to impress a girl he liked with card tricks. He actually did pretty damn well, but abandoned it after it didn't work out between them. Will clears the kitchen table and separates out some of the mixed nuts from the bowl to use as currency. After shuffling through his drawers and cabinets, you finally find a full deck of cards.

**********

With an expressionless face, Will glances at his cards, then at the cards at the center of the table, and then to you where you're patiently waiting for him to make a decision while you push your winnings around. So far, you've been winning most of the rounds and you're pretty sure you're going to win this one too.

"I raise you... five peanuts." Will pushes his bet into the pile of nuts in the middle.

"And I call." You add five of your own peanuts into the mix. You both then flip your cards over and you win with a three of a kind over his two pairs.

"Again? Damn, you can clean house." Will reaches for his beer and finds it empty when he goes to take a drink of it. "You want another?" he points to the bottle.

"Yeah, sure." You polish off the one you have and hand him the bottle. Between the two of you, you've gone through at least half a dozen beers.

"So who is this girl Benny is hiding from us? Have you met her?" Will gets up from his seat to grab two ice colds from the fridge and pops them open as you're shuffling and dealing the cards.

“I don't really know who she is. He probably doesn’t want to bring this new girl around because he doesn't want you to steal his thunder."

"How would I steal his thunder?" Will places the bottle besides you and sits back down.

"Because you're the better looking one."

Will is quite thrown off by your response.

"You really think I'm better looking? Come on," he chuckles and then takes a large swig of his drink.

"Objectively? You're both good looking men. Your whole family is fucking gorgeous." You take a moment to look at your cards.

"Benny's got that baby face and has that bit of a rebellious edge to him. I keep telling him he should grow his beard out, but he's not a fan of facial hair. You on the other hand, have that more..." You think about it for a moment. "...mature look."

"So I look old?" Will takes a look at his cards as well and bets.

"No, no. Not old. Not like sugar daddy old, but like, you seem like you have your shit together and you're not someone who's gonna fuck around." You call and then deal three cards in the middle of the table and then take a sip of your beer.

"Like you actually look like a decent, honest man." You both look up and your eyes meet. "You are a decent, honest man. An actual gentleman, if you will."

The corner of Will's lips turn up a bit and can see his cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink. You actually had a brief crush on him in high school after you got rejected by someone you liked and Will comforted you, but it quickly went away after he graduated and went off to the military. Your gazes linger for an extra beat until Will breaks it.

"So, Benny doesn't look like a decent, honest man?" Will smirks and places his bet.

"Between you and me, he has fuck boy vibes. I know he's not one, but based on looks and energy alone, one can mistaken him for one. Although his dating record isn't exactly whistle clean either." You call and deal another card.

Benny certainly had lived his fuck boy days when he was younger, but he's a little older and a little wiser now. Okay, maybe just older. Wiser, sure, but not necessarily in all the ways he should be. As cliched as it sounds, Benny has always been more of a lover than a fighter and a romance at heart.

"All in." Will pushes the rest of his stash into the center.

"Really?" You tilt your head and look at him. "You're ready to hand over all your nuts to me?"

Will spits up some of the beer in his mouth and starts laughing. You can't help but giggle.

Suddenly the front door unlocks and in comes Benny. Just Benny.

"You guys are still here? I thought you woulda left like hours ago." Benny kicks his boots off and leaves them by the door. "How was the fight?" he walks over to the couch and plops down.

"I don't know. We didn't watch it. We ate all your food and drank all the beer instead," you tell him. "How was your date?"

Benny leans his head back, staring at the ceiling and sighs.

"I think I'm in love."

You and Will silently shoot each other a knowing look. Benny has said that so many times about so many people, it has lost its value.

"Well, it's getting late. I'm gonna head out," Will gets up from his seat. "Um, you need a ride?" he asks you.

"Actually, I'm just gonna crash here for the night. I'm pretty exhausted," you cover your mouth and yawn.

"Alright," Will nods politely.

"You good to drive, bro? You know you can always crash here as well." Benny asks.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Will pulls his jacket on and you get up from your seat. The two of you close the distance and give each other a hug. "I had a good time tonight. Thanks."

"Yeah, me too," you tell him and then you pull away from each other.

"You have a good night." Will nods at you.

"You too. Get home safe," you give him a lazy smile.

Will nods at you again and then walks over to Benny to ruffle his hair.

"Good night, Benny. I'll text you when I get home." With that, Will leaves through the front door.

[buckys-black-dress]

i don't care, i'm in love

a/n: alright sexies, part two! of my last thing you guys liked! idk if anyone's noticed just yet but the titles are from tame impala's song 'new person, same old mistakes' because the song is fire asf. anyways. enough talking, here it is! enjoy! (sorry this took so long lol, i had no idea where i was going w this plot after part 1.)

warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), choking, cursing. this story is 18+ !!! tap off if you're a minor. this is your warning.

wc: 4k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part one here!

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It's been a few days since your outburst with Bucky in the kitchen. While you haven't made eye contact with him whenever you've been in the same room, you've practically felt his looks from across the room.

The air had definitely shifted in any room where you were both present. Nobody still knows about your past relationship, and you don't intend on telling anyone about it.

You've decided to let Bucky stew in silence, not allowing any leeway. If he wanted to be stubborn, this is where it would land him. He chose his own fate in the end, and now he would have to suffer the consequences.

And it was pretty awkward, to say the least. It was currently movie night in the Avengers Tower, and you were all in the movie theater. Tony had selected a rom-com tonight, as superheroes do. You were sat with Natasha on a loveseat, your legs swung over hers as your shared snacks were laid on your lap for the both of you.

She had, of course, noticed your change in demeanor since your impromptu break-up. You hadn't divulged in the details with her, not wanting to out the relationship. Even though you wanted to be petty as ever, you decided you were going to be the mature one in this situation.

And then Bucky walks in.

With a... another girl?

Maybe you weren't taking the high road after all.

You instantly feel a heat wash over your body, making you want to scream and cry and laugh in incredulity all at the same time.

What the fuck?

"Hey guys, I brought a date to movie night, if that's alright..." His voice sounded like nails on a blackboard to you right now. "This is Sophia."

He says it so simply that no one knows what to say. Everyone spares a glance at you, and for a second, you wonder if he had told anyone.

But everyone had somewhat of an idea that Bucky likes you!

So now, everyone was a bit confused.

"Uhm, yeah, nice to meet ya. Take a seat anywhere." Steve's voice cuts the suffocating silence.

You make brief eye contact with Bucky, but you look away as fast as you had looked in the first place. You felt like there was a golf ball lodged in your throat, and if you didn't stop yourself, you think you would've strangled that motherfu-

You're led out of your train of thought by a light tap on your arm. Natasha gives you a look that's saying, you look like you're about to kill someone. Are you okay?

You shake your head, letting her know you're just fine. Everything's fine. Bucky's over there, with another girl, who's holding his hand. And you've been here wondering for the past two months what's been so wrong about you that he couldn't do the same with you. Let alone even tell people you were in a relationship.

And you're not going to lie. This stung. Really bad.

Although you wanted to sit here and act as unbothered as possible, it was hard. You wanted to enjoy your night, watch your movie, and go to bed. This was a turn of events that you weren't expecting in the least.

The tension in the room was too much, everyone exchanging glances back and forth between you, Bucky, and Sophia. They were all confused. There was an obvious tension between you and Bucky, and although it was never anything serious to them, they all thought he would man up soon enough and ask you out.

Now, sympathetic looks were being shot across the room between all the team members, and no one could say really say anything.

Suddenly, Steve sits up in his seat and glares at his friend.

"Buck, can ya help me bring some snacks from the kitchen?" The blond asks, not waiting for a reply from the brunet.

Once they're safely out of earshot from the movie room, Steve grasps Bucky's shoulder in a tight hold that has Bucky wincing.

"What the hell, man?" His voice comes out strained and laced with confusion.

"Buck, I think I should be asking you that question." Steve says. "Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You know what I wanna talk about."

"Well, please do enlighten me-"

"Oh would ya drop it? Sophia? I'm sure she's a great gal, but for the past six months you've been bitchin' and moanin' about Y/N." Steve cuts his friend off, trying to gauge the situation.

"I just... things went south. I needed somethin' new... somethin' different." Bucky's voice was meek, almost like he was afraid to admit this to his best friend of 90 years.

"What... whaddaya mean things went... south? Did you tell her you liked her and she rejected you or somethin'?" The blond asks, brows pulled together in confusion.

"I just... I can't really explain to you what happened but... it was bad. I fucked up, Stevie." Bucky's head is still tilted downwards in guilt.

"Buck, you know you can tell me anything, right?" A hand is placed on his shoulder, and he wants to shrug it off, I don't deserve any comfort, he thinks. I did this all by myself.

"Can I just... I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Especially Tony or Nat. Or Wanda." Steve gives him a brief nod, motioning for Bucky to go on.

"Y/N and I had been... seeing each other for the past two months..." Bucky starts to explain, and Steve's eyes are jut about popping out of their sockets by the time he finishes explaining.

A few moments pass, and silence soaks the air surrounding them.

"You... you two were dating... in secret? You didn't tell me?" The look Steve gave Bucky made the latter's insides twist in the worst way possible. He should've told his best friend.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We agreed to keep it between us until... "

"Until she decided she'd had enough."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause and flat face followed, and flat face followed, and Bucky's now realizing how much he's fucked up. Not in the first place, per se, but by bringing Sophia here.

"So can you tell me why you've dragged that poor girl here?" Steve breaks the silence first.

"I-I... I met her at a bar a couple nights ago. Needed to get out, have a drink. She came up to me and asked me for my number, and... yeah."

What Bucky didn't explain is that as soon as she started talking to him, she had immediately realized he was painfully in love with someone else. She had been kind, understanding of his situation. Instead of trying to get in bed with him, she sat down with him while he explained to her how he got himself in this mess.

"You know... I can help you..." Sophia tells him with innocent eyes.

"Really? How?" Bucky's tone was incredulous, like the mere idea of doing something about this whole thing was possible.

"Well, she seems to care about you a lot. But maybe you just need to get a... reaction out of her. She's unbothered now, she says she 'moved on.' Show her she hasn't." She explains.

"But...how?"

And thus... this situation was born.

"So... Sophia has absolutely no interest in you, and you brought her here to make Y/N jealous?" Steve looks at his friend like he has three heads, and Bucky now realizes just how dumb this all looks.

"Well... yeah. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? I should just go take Sophia home-"

"No! You already got this far, and if you do that it might give Y/N the wrong idea. Just- just go with it for the rest of the night and see what happens." Steve says. "Now, let's get the snacks."

Bucky helps him, and they head back into the movie room. He notices your tense form against Natasha. Sophia's making conversation with Sam, and if you were in a cartoon, you're sure there would be steam coming out of your ears.

The movie goes by in a blur, and even though your eyes were glued to the screen, you feel like you didn't even watch the movie. You were too busy being hyperaware of the way Sophia held onto Bucky's arm like if was her lifeline, and quite frankly, you wanted to punch the living daylights out of the both of them.

Once the movie's finished and the lights turn on, you waste no time in heading to your room after a quick goodnight to everyone.

You're getting ready for bed with slams of closet doors and dresser drawers, absolutely enraged with everything. Why was this bothering you so much? But more importantly, how was Bucky so quick to move on? Like you were nothing to him? Like you were the dirt under his shoe?

And although you were too proud to say it, it stung like a motherfucker.

Before you could get ahead of yourself, a knock is coming from your door.

You're sure it's Natasha trying to make sure you're alright, but after months of acting unaffected, all you wanted to do was get under your covers and cry.

"Nat, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood-" But when you swung the door open, it was none other than your ex-boyfriend."What the hell are you doing here?"

Your tone was venomous, and all Bucky could see was the tiredness and rage behind your irises.

"I- Can I talk to you?" His voice is timid, like he's afraid to even ask for your time.

"About what? Don't you have someone to tend to?" You wonder out loud, and you can't help the way your heart twists at the thought of Bucky and Sophia. The way he had no problem holding her, touching her, loving her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N."

It even hurt to think that.

"What do you want, Barnes?" You query in an indifferent tone.

"I-I waned to talk to you, alone." He responds, and his palms are sliding down his thighs to wipe off the sweat.

"Don't you have to take your date home?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to gauge how to handle you right now. One wrong word or move, and he was out.

"Y/N, can I please just talk to you? One night we're sleeping in each others' beds, and the next we're strangers? How- how does that even make sense?" He's trying to make sense of the past few weeks and the events that led up to the demise of your relationship.

He knows, but he doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Well, I wonder who's fault that was?" You ask snarkily.

Apparently, you weren't afraid to say it.

"You were the one that did this. I get it. This was new for you, but at some point, enough was enough! I- I was basically dirt under your shoe, James! I- I couldn't fucking take it anymore! I just- you were so easy with Steve and Natasha. And then you would shake me off like I was some pest, some bug." You choked on your words, tears pricking behind your eyes. You turned away before Bucky could see them, not wanting to let him see you like this.

You've put on a tough front, because you didn't want anyone to think that you'd get so hung up over some boy, but it was hard to do so when you were giving your all into a relationship while you got the bare minimum back.

Bucky watches you from your doorway, and as you turn away, he takes this as a sign to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Y/N, please, let me talk. I-I just need to talk. To get it all out. I'm begging you, please." And beg he did. He was on the floor, quite literally on his knees. You couldn't even comprehend how not even an hour ago, he brought a new girl in.

And now he was on his knees before you. Begging.

"Get up."

Your voice cracked, but it was still strong. You weren't in the mood to have a man beg at your feet, and you felt it was quite pathetic that he was on his knees right now when he's the reason you two had ended up like this.

Whatever this was.

"O-Okay. Does that mean I can talk?" He asks tentatively, rising to his feet slowly.

"You have five minutes."

He was quiet at first, and you wondered if he even had anything to say. If he was just here to waste your time, to cause even more heartache-

"I- Can I just start off by saying, in the almost three months we were together, I never, ever, wanted to make you feel anything less than what you really are. You're kind, caring, beautiful, the smartest person I've ever met. But above all those things, you were patient with me. And that was never something I had before with someone else. No one was as patient and as attentive as you were, and I need you to know." He pauses, catching his breath from his rambling.

"Know what?" Your tone was venomous, trying to hold back the tears prickling behind your eyes.

"That I have dreamt of a girl like you for decades. You are everything-" he chokes on his words, eyes glossing over, "everything I've ever wanted, and more. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you. How I made you feel, and how I felt the need to hide us. I should've just been honest with everyone from the start, and it cost me everything in the end. So I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, in any way possible. Because you deserve it. You deserve so much better than someone who- who doesn't know how to love. How to hold your hand and not want to cry because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. You deserve the entire universe, Y/N."

Bucky finishes speaking, looking so deeply into your eyes that you can't help but let the facade crack.

Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You sniffle, trying to take a deep breath.

"Wh-what about... Sophia?" You struggle to ask through your emotions, trying to hold yourself back from flinging yourself into his arms.

"I- She's... not relevant. I met her at a bar the day we... ended things, and she said 'it was clear I was going through a heartbreak,' and that she wanted to help me get you back." Bucky laughs a bit at the whole situation now, and how fucking badly he had fucked up.

"But if you don't want to get back together, I understand. Just know, I still feel the same. But if you give me another chance, I promise you it'll be different. I promise to spend all my time making it up to you, and I don't want to hide anything about us. To anyone." He affirms, moving to hold your hands in his.

And surprisingly, you didn't pull away.

No matter how much your brain was screaming, yelling to pull away!

But you couldn't. You wanted to believe every word that came out of his mouth, and you didn't care if anyone thought you were being naive or stupid. You just wanted to hold him again, to call him James again, and to have him whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

And as all these thoughts were running through your head, you see Bucky slowly backing away, assuming your silence meant you were telling him to leave.

"I-Wait. Wait. We have a- a lot to talk about, but I'm not giving up on us yet. But I want a full explanation, top to bottom about everything. And- you have to promise me things will be different between us. We can't have things like they were before, and-"

And before you could continue your rambles, you were stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours.

You could feel his rough ones moulding against your soft, cherry-flavoured ones from your lip balm. His eyes were closed, and so were yours. Any thoughts you had were thrown out the window, and all you could focus on right now was him.

He was invading all your senses in the best way possible. In this moment, you realized he was being completely honest and truthful in what he'd said earlier. Of course, you wouldn't let him forget about all this so easily, but right now, all that mattered were his hands running all over your waist and neck.

"J-James," you breathed out, disconnecting from him.

His eyes search yours, wondering if this is where you give him the boot, and tell him to leave it at this.

But oh, was he wrong.

"Lock the door for me?"

His mouth is akin to that of a fish out of water, wondering to himself if his brain was conjuring this image in his head after weeks of not having you.

"A-Are you sure? If you don't want to we don't have to-" And now he's the one getting cut off with your lips.

It had been enough suffering for the both of you these past few weeks.

"James, I'm sure. Help a girl out?" You smile coyly, slowly walking backwards until you reach your bed and sit down. Your eyes stay on James' blue ones while he rushes to lock to door.

He's hovering over you, waiting to see if you'll make a move.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?"

At those words, the man above you snaps out of his stupor, and lets out an animalistic growl, lunging at you and making both your bodies fall back onto the fluffy white duvet of your bed.

"Can I take this off of you?" James hands are pinching at the fabric of your t-shirt, and you fervently nod in response.

"Words, honey." He coaxes and receives a meek but clear 'yes' from you.

He wastes no time slipping it off your form, only breaking apart from you for air to do so.

Soon enough, your panting forms were both almost bare, left down to just underwear. James slowly moves to settle himself between your thighs, but your hand catches onto his wrist before he could move any further.

"You don't have to, James. I want you inside me already." Although you usually never complained about getting head, you were aching to feel him inside you.

"C'mon angel, I've missed how your sweet lil' pussy tastes." The words coming out of his mouth combined with the feeling of the small pecks he's placing against your inner thighs have you practically shaking.

Along with his scruff giving the sensitive skin a delicious burn, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to James.

He guides your soaked panties down your legs, placing your calves against his shoulders to hold them open.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have my mouth between these legs again, sugar. Missed ya so much." He mumbles to you, licking a broad stripe up your core.

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you scramble to find something to grab onto.

With one hand in his brunet locks, Bucky continues his ministrations. He alternates between using his tongue and sucking on your sensitive button, building up your climax.

James listens to your small gasps and whimpers, paying attention to what brought you the most pleasure.

"Oh!" You let out a whimper at the feeling of Bucky's fingers hitting your sweet spot inside you.

Before you knew it, the throbbing in your heat was spreading all through your body, causing your first earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You're chanting James over and over again, like a prayer.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it all t'me." He coaxes you through your high, allowing for you to come down.

Your eyes are bleary and you barely sense James coming back up over you. His fingers are opening your mouth, allowing you to taste them.

"Taste yourself, honey. So sweet, missed havin' you." He leaves pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheek, before circling back to your mouth when he pulls his fingers back out.

When he pulls away again, his nose is brushing against yours. You still feel like you're floating, but you open your eyes slowly to be met with his bright cerulean ones.

"You have a condom?" James' voice is gravelly as he speaks against your lips.

"No, I'm clean and still on the pill. Wanna feel all of you." You whisper while your fingers roam through his locks.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, trying to ignore the involuntary twitch of his cock at your words.

"I'm sure, James. I've never been more sure of doing anything with anyone." You say, letting your hand move down to his boxers.

Your hand dips into the waistband, grasping him with your palm.

"Wanna feel all of this." You barely speak, but he understands every word you say.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and thrown somewhere across the room.

James sits back, running his cock through your juices for lubrication, eliciting a sigh from the both of you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, doll." He grits out while he pushes into you slowly. "Can't believe I was so stupid and almost lost ya for good."

"I-I'm right here, baby. You won't ever lose me." You reassure him, letting him fill you to the brim.

"God, can't get enough of this tight pussy, baby." James is thrusting at an even pace now, and you can feel every inch of him inside you.

You release moans of ecstacy and pleasure in his ear as he stays above you, and while you're only half-conscious of what you're doing, you grab his metal arm and bring it to your throat.

His eyes shoot open but his pace never falters, looking at you for silent reassurance.

The white-hot feeling in your core builds at the feeling, not wanting it to stop.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." All he needed was your whimper to moan at the sight of his hand around your throat.

"H-Holy shit. I- Come with me baby, c'mon." His voice is strained, like it's paining him to speak.

"I'm- I'm coming James. Come with me, baby." You gasp out, feeling the stirring in your belly reach its' peak.

Soon enough, you're both coming undone, breathing into each others' mouths while working through your highs together.

You feel him spurting inside you, painting your walls white. His rocking slowly comes to a stop, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on you. Your thumbs are brushing over his cheekbones, soaking in him just being here, with you.

"C'mon, let me get you cleaned up, angel." James slowly pulls out of you, being careful to not hurt you.

You see the light flicker on in your bathroom and hear the sink running. He returns with a rag and brushes it gently between your legs, feeling you shiver at how sensitive you are.

"Sorry, honey." James' whisper comes from below, and you smile down with soft eyes.

You were completely besotted for this man.

Once the rag is thrown into your laundry hamper, Bucky retrieves his boxers and pulls them on.

For a moment, you feel a flash through your body, your heart seizing at the thought of him leaving now.

"A-Are you leaving?" You barely recognize your own voice, feeling pathetic for feeling so vulnerable.

Bucky just looks at you. He's dumbfounded at you right now. How could you think that after everything, especially after what had just happened, that he would leave you. How he could ever let you go again.

And again, the question is just another painful reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"No, sweetheart. Just wanted to grab a shirt for you to sleep in." He gives you a soft smile, quenching the ache of your heart.

Once he sits you up and slips the large shirt over your frame, he slips back into his spot next to you under the duvet. Your legs immediately tangle with his, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his torso.

"Never gonna let you go again, honey." He tells you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love you, James." You mumble in a half-asleep response into his chest, the words reverberating into his skin.

Bucky hopes you don't feel his heart racing, but replies with the same words that you hear before slipping into a deep slumber. And the last thing you hear before you slip under are the sweetest words to ever be spoken.

"I love you more, Y/N."

[starshipsofstarlord]

Something Tender

Pairing | Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Summary | Promoting a movie with Lizzie is a relaxed and fun experience. And you could care less about the cameras that are in your face as you shamelessly stare at the woman.

Warnings | none, just fluff, and a suggestive comment.

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“Hello.” Her thin arms waved about in a flourish, causing you to roll your eyes at her dramatic and adorable tendencies. It was behaviour you were certainly used to, and you surely couldn’t get enough of it. But she was a clown, albeit, an insanely attractive one.

“Hi, I’m y/n y/l/n, and this is the insane actress that plays the most crazy character that I have ever been pledged to be on screen with.” A smile corrupted the sudden frown that fell on her face, before she laughed at your description.

“People also know me as Elizabeth Olsen, but this one thinks that I was programmed to take down the human race.” She swatted you with the stack of cards that were clasped in her sweet hands, causing you to inherently laugh and swoop back at her attempts of attack.

“So, today we are...” you dragged on, raising an eyebrow at Lizzie, prompting the blonde to continue your sentence, however she only marbleised you with a confused glare.

“Why’d you stop?” A smile remarked her mouth, watching as you exaggerated a sarcastic eye roll, directed promptly at her.

“I thought it’d be cute if you continued.” You whined inherently at her, causing her to laugh at your all consuming behaviour. “Never mind.” Disregarding the idea, you waved your hand, before making a statement aimed central at the camera. “Me and this fine lady here are doing a WIRED autocomplete interview, where we answer everything the internet wants to know about us.”

“Well, not everything...” a nervous laughter descended from the opposing woman, the large cards shifting lightly in her grasp. Her confirmation of a lack of such sure did make things sound suggestive, not that you minded at all however.

“So, who are those blocks of interrogation for?” Your finger pointed towards the first of the stack, and in turn, Lizzie put the following down, pointing at you to answer your enquiry.

“You’re adorable, so I find it only fitting if you get drilled by some questions first.” She responded, watching a sinister smile creep onto your lips, untrusting of the expression.

“Only drilled by questions?” Your shoulders slumped, showcasing your disappointment. It was utmost certain that the editors would cut the sexual talk, but that didn’t matter. The amorous attitude was not meant for them, it was obvious of whom your verbal intentions were towards.

“Please, shut up.” She shook her head at you, holding the board up so that the words were on focus for the lens, but still in the correct position so that she could peer around it herself. “Okay, let’s start.”

“Alright, I’m ready, I’m ready. I am ready.” You shuffled in your seat, causing it to scrape accidentally against the ground. “Ugh, I hate that sound.”

“You and me both.” Her agreement tuned in, before she reached her fingers ready so that she could peel away the white strip that hid the rest of the online enquired. “Is y/n y/l/n... dating Elizabeth Olsen?”

“Yes.” Clapping your hands together, you shot a smirk at the camera man. “She’s one lucky gal, I’ll tell you that much. If I were her, or anyone really, I’d want to date me too.”

“You’re such a narcissist.” Her green eyes lovingly bore into you, and you could only shrug off the butterflies that erupted in the cocoon of your stomach.

“And you love me for it, so next!” The encouragement had the woman sigh in a false exasperated manner, before returning to her duty.

“What is y/n y/l/n’s... height?” It was something that you had not even thought of being asked, and so you poked the printed question, scowling moderately at the blank ink.

“So... I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but I tend to be put in heels of some kind in basically every movie that I am cast in.”

“I noticed.” Lizzie cut in, causing you to lightly tap the tip of your shoe against her knee. “It created a wide space between us, I feel like we’re in another galaxy.”

“Great pun.” You snorted at her attempt, before delving into further details. “It sure does making kissing harder though, which sucks, because damn, do I love mouth on mouth action.”

Elizabeth sunk into her chair, humoured by your extra information, that you just had to add. The chance was practically irresponsible; oh, how you absolutely loved, embarrassing your girlfriend. “And so we go onwards.”

“Is y/n y/l/n in... Guardians of the Galaxy?” She allowed the slip of paper that she had retracted drop elegantly to the floor, and as she spoke, you found yourself watching it for that moment until it reached the floor, reuniting with its fallen comrades.

“Why yes I am.” A half bow, considering that you were seated was called for. The mention of your marvel presence made you pleased, considering your character was often overlooked in comparison to others like Gamora and Nebula. “I play Aleta, also and more well known as Starhawk.”

“She’s a badass.” At Lizzie’s perception, you nodded and hummed in one motion. “And I think that you are too, you rock that roll, and James, if you’re listening, give this woman more screen time.”

“Okay, what’s next?” You enquired, eager to answer more and thus then reach the portion of which was centred around Lizzie. And with that, she removed the next tab, it falling like an autumnal leaf, spiralling down and down, until it reached the level of your feet.