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autocrattic (more matt shenanigans, not tumblr this time)

I am almost definitely not the right person for this writeup, but I'm closer than most people on here, so here goes! This is all open-source tech drama, and I take my time laying out the context, but the short version is: Matt tried to extort another company, who immediately posted receipts, and now he's refusing to log off again. The long version is... long.

If you don't need software context, scroll down/find the "ok tony that's enough. tell me what's actually happening" heading, or just go read the pink sections. Or look at this PDF.

the background

So. Matt's original Good Idea was starting WordPress with fellow developer Mike Little in 2003, which is free and open-source software (FOSS) that was originally just for blogging, but now powers lots of websites that do other things. In particular, Automattic acquired WooCommerce a long time ago, which is free online store software you can run on WordPress.

FOSS is... interesting. It's a world that ultimately is powered by people who believe deeply that information and resources should be free, but often have massive blind spots (for example, Wikipedia's consistently had issues with bias, since no amount of "anyone can edit" will overcome systemic bias in terms of who has time to edit or is not going to be driven away by the existing contributor culture). As with anything else that people spend thousands of hours doing online, there's drama. As with anything else that's technically free but can be monetized, there are:

Heaps of companies and solo developers who profit off WordPress themes, plugins, hosting, and other services;

Conflicts between volunteer contributors and for-profit contributors;

Annoying founders who get way too much credit for everything the project has become.

the WordPress ecosystem

A project as heavily used as WordPress (some double-digit percentage of the Internet uses WP. I refuse to believe it's the 43% that Matt claims it is, but it's a pretty large chunk) can't survive just on the spare hours of volunteers, especially in an increasingly monetised world where its users demand functional software, are less and less tech or FOSS literate, and its contributors have no fucking time to build things for that userbase.

Matt runs Automattic, which is a privately-traded, for-profit company. The free software is run by the WordPress Foundation, which is technically completely separate (wordpress.org). The main products Automattic offers are WordPress-related: WordPress.com, a host which was designed to be beginner-friendly; Jetpack, a suite of plugins which extend WordPress in a whole bunch of ways that may or may not make sense as one big product; WooCommerce, which I've already mentioned. There's also WordPress VIP, which is the fancy bespoke five-digit-plus option for enterprise customers. And there's Tumblr, if Matt ever succeeds in putting it on WordPress. (Every Tumblr or WordPress dev I know thinks that's fucking ridiculous and impossible. Automattic's hiring for it anyway.)

Automattic devotes a chunk of its employees toward developing Core, which is what people in the WordPress space call WordPress.org, the free software. This is part of an initiative called Five for the Future — 5% of your company's profits off WordPress should go back into making the project better. Many other companies don't do this.

There are lots of other companies in the space. GoDaddy, for example, barely gives back in any way (and also sucks). WP Engine is the company this drama is about. They don't really contribute to Core. They offer relatively expensive WordPress hosting, as well as providing a series of other WordPress-related products like LocalWP (local site development software), Advanced Custom Fields (the easiest way to set up advanced taxonomies and other fields when making new types of posts. If you don't know what this means don't worry about it), etc.

Anyway. Lots of strong personalities. Lots of for-profit companies. Lots of them getting invested in, or bought by, private equity firms.

Matt being Matt, tech being tech

As was said repeatedly when Matt was flipping out about Tumblr, all of the stuff happening at Automattic is pretty normal tech company behaviour. Shit gets worse. People get less for their money. WordPress.com used to be a really good place for people starting out with a website who didn't need "real" WordPress — for $48 a year on the Personal plan, you had really limited features (no plugins or other customisable extensions), but you had a simple website with good SEO that was pretty secure, relatively easy to use, and 24-hour access to Happiness Engineers (HEs for short. Bad job title. This was my job) who could walk you through everything no matter how bad at tech you were. Then Personal plan users got moved from chat to emails only. Emails started being responded to by contractors who didn't know as much as HEs did and certainly didn't get paid half as well. Then came AI, and the mandate for HEs to try to upsell everyone things they didn't necessarily need. (This is the point at which I quit.)

But as was said then as well, most tech CEOs don't publicly get into this kind of shitfight with their users. They're horrid tyrants, but they don't do it this publicly.

ok tony that's enough. tell me what's actually happening

WordCamp US, one of the biggest WordPress industry events of the year, is the backdrop for all this. It just finished.

There are.... a lot of posts by Matt across multiple platforms because, as always, he can't log off. But here's the broad strokes.

Sep 17

Matt publishes a wanky blog post about companies that profit off open source without giving back. It targets a specific company, WP Engine.

Compare the Five For the Future pages from Automattic and WP Engine, two companies that are roughly the same size with revenue in the ballpark of half a billion. These pledges are just a proxy and aren’t perfectly accurate, but as I write this, Automattic has 3,786 hours per week (not even counting me!), and WP Engine has 47 hours. WP Engine has good people, some of whom are listed on that page, but the company is controlled by Silver Lake, a private equity firm with $102 billion in assets under management. Silver Lake doesn’t give a dang about your Open Source ideals. It just wants a return on capital. So it’s at this point that I ask everyone in the WordPress community to vote with your wallet. Who are you giving your money to? Someone who’s going to nourish the ecosystem, or someone who’s going to frack every bit of value out of it until it withers?

(It's worth noting here that Automattic is funded in part by BlackRock, who Wikipedia calls "the world's largest asset manager".)

Sep 20 (WCUS final day)

WP Engine puts out a blog post detailing their contributions to WordPress.

Matt devotes his keynote/closing speech to slamming WP Engine.

He also implies people inside WP Engine are sending him information.

For the people sending me stuff from inside companies, please do not do it on your work device. Use a personal phone, Signal with disappearing messages, etc. I have a bunch of journalists happy to connect you with as well. #wcus — Twitter I know private equity and investors can be brutal (read the book Barbarians at the Gate). Please let me know if any employee faces firing or retaliation for speaking up about their company's participation (or lack thereof) in WordPress. We'll make sure it's a big public deal and that you get support. — Tumblr

Matt also puts out an offer live at WordCamp US:

“If anyone of you gets in trouble for speaking up in favor of WordPress and/or open source, reach out to me. I’ll do my best to help you find a new job.” — source tweet, RTed by Matt

He also puts up a poll asking the community if WP Engine should be allowed back at WordCamps.

Sep 21

Matt writes a blog post on the WordPress.org blog (the official project blog!): WP Engine is not WordPress.

He opens this blog post by claiming his mom was confused and thought WP Engine was official.

The blog post goes on about how WP Engine disabled post revisions (which is a pretty normal thing to do when you need to free up some resources), therefore being not "real" WordPress. (As I said earlier, WordPress.com disables most features for Personal and Premium plans. Or whatever those plans are called, they've been renamed like 12 times in the last few years. But that's a different complaint.)

Sep 22: More bullshit on Twitter. Matt makes a Reddit post on r/Wordpress about WP Engine that promptly gets deleted. Writeups start to come out:

Search Engine Journal: WordPress Co-Founder Mullenweg Sparks Backlash

TechCrunch: Matt Mullenweg calls WP Engine a ‘cancer to WordPress’ and urges community to switch providers

Sep 23 onward

Okay, time zones mean I can't effectively sequence the rest of this.

Matt defends himself on Reddit, casually mentioning that WP Engine is now suing him.

Also here's a decent writeup from someone involved with the community that may be of interest.

WP Engine drops the full PDF of their cease and desist, which includes screenshots of Matt apparently threatening them via text.

Twitter link | Direct PDF link

This PDF includes some truly fucked texts where Matt appears to be trying to get WP Engine to pay him money unless they want him to tell his audience at WCUS that they're evil.

Matt, after saying he's been sued and can't talk about it, hosts a Twitter Space and talks about it for a couple hours.

He also continues to post on Reddit, Twitter, and on the Core contributor Slack.

Here's a comment where he says WP Engine could have avoided this by paying Automattic 8% of their revenue.

Another, 20 hours ago, where he says he's being downvoted by "trolls, probably WPE employees"

At some point, Matt updates the WordPress Foundation trademark policy. I am 90% sure this was him — it's not legalese and makes no fucking sense to single out WP Engine.

Old text: The abbreviation “WP” is not covered by the WordPress trademarks and you are free to use it in any way you see fit. New text: The abbreviation “WP” is not covered by the WordPress trademarks, but please don’t use it in a way that confuses people. For example, many people think WP Engine is “WordPress Engine” and officially associated with WordPress, which it’s not. They have never once even donated to the WordPress Foundation, despite making billions of revenue on top of WordPress.

Sep 25: Automattic puts up their own legal response.

anyway this fucking sucks

This is bigger than anything Matt's done before. I'm so worried about my friends who're still there. The internal ramifications have... been not great so far, including that Matt's naturally being extra gung-ho about "you're either for me or against me and if you're against me then don't bother working your two weeks".

Despite everything, I like WordPress. (If you dig into this, you'll see plenty of people commenting about blocks or Gutenberg or React other things they hate. Unlike many of the old FOSSheads, I actually also think Gutenberg/the block editor was a good idea, even if it was poorly implemented.)

I think that the original mission — to make it so anyone can spin up a website that's easy enough to use and blog with — is a good thing. I think, despite all the ways being part of FOSS communities since my early teens has led to all kinds of racist, homophobic and sexual harm for me and for many other people, that free and open-source software is important.

So many people were already burning out of the project. Matt has been doing this for so long that those with long memories can recite all the ways he's wrecked shit back a decade or more. Most of us are exhausted and need to make money to live. The world is worse than it ever was.

Social media sucks worse and worse, and this was a world in which people missed old webrings, old blogs, RSS readers, the world where you curated your own whimsical, unpaid corner of the Internet. I started actually actively using my own WordPress blog this year, and I've really enjoyed it.

And people don't want to deal with any of this.

The thing is, Matt's right about one thing: capital is ruining free open-source software. What he's wrong about is everything else: the idea that WordPress.com isn't enshittifying (or confusing) at a much higher rate than WP Engine, the idea that WP Engine or Silver Lake are the only big players in the field, the notion that he's part of the solution and not part of the problem.

But he's started a battle where there are no winners but the lawyers who get paid to duke it out, and all the volunteers who've survived this long in an ecosystem increasingly dominated by big money are giving up and leaving.

Anyway if you got this far, consider donating to someone on gazafunds.com. It'll take much less time than reading this did.

#tony muses #tumblr meta #again just bc that's my tag for all this #automattic #wordpress #this is probably really incoherent i apologise lmao #i may edit it

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Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

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WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

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A/N. I got some sweet messages of encouragement from readers on both wattpad and tumblr after my last update: thank you! Your words and support motivated me to post this sooner<3

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed kids back," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out my tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle.

✧ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

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mostlysignssomeportents · 10 months

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Privacy first

The internet is embroiled in a vicious polycrisis: child safety, surveillance, discrimination, disinformation, polarization, monopoly, journalism collapse – not only have we failed to agree on what to do about these, there's not even a consensus that all of these are problems.

But in a new whitepaper, my EFF colleagues Corynne McSherry, Mario Trujillo, Cindy Cohn and Thorin Klosowski advance an exciting proposal that slices cleanly through this Gordian knot, which they call "Privacy First":

https://www.eff.org/wp/privacy-first-better-way-address-online-harms

Here's the "Privacy First" pitch: whatever is going on with all of the problems of the internet, all of these problems are made worse by commercial surveillance.

Worried your kid is being made miserable through targeted ads? No surveillance, no targeting.

Worried your uncle was turned into a Qanon by targeted disinformation? No surveillance, no targeting. Worried that racialized people are being targeted for discriminatory hiring or lending by algorithms? No surveillance, no targeting.

Worried that nation-state actors are exploiting surveillance data to attack elections, politicians, or civil servants? No surveillance, no surveillance data.

Worried that AI is being trained on your personal data? No surveillance, no training data.

Worried that the news is being killed by monopolists who exploit the advantage conferred by surveillance ads to cream 51% off every ad-dollar? No surveillance, no surveillance ads.

Worried that social media giants maintain their monopolies by filling up commercial moats with surveillance data? No surveillance, no surveillance moat.

The fact that commercial surveillance hurts so many groups of people in so many ways is terrible, of course, but it's also an amazing opportunity. Thus far, the individual constituencies for, say, saving the news or protecting kids have not been sufficient to change the way these big platforms work. But when you add up all the groups whose most urgent cause would be significantly improved by comprehensive federal privacy law, vigorously enforced, you get an unstoppable coalition.

America is decades behind on privacy. The last really big, broadly applicable privacy law we passed was a law banning video-store clerks from leaking your porn-rental habits to the press (Congress was worried about their own rental histories after a Supreme Court nominee's movie habits were published in the Washington City Paper):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_Privacy_Protection_Act

In the decades since, we've gotten laws that poke around the edges of privacy, like HIPAA (for health) and COPPA (data on under-13s). Both laws are riddled with loopholes and neither is vigorously enforced:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/09/how-to-make-a-child-safe-tiktok/

Privacy First starts with the idea of passing a fit-for-purpose, 21st century privacy law with real enforcement teeth (a private right of action, which lets contingency lawyers sue on your behalf for a share of the winnings):

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2022/07/americans-deserve-more-current-american-data-privacy-protection-act

Here's what should be in that law:

A ban on surveillance advertising:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2022/03/ban-online-behavioral-advertising

Data minimization: a prohibition on collecting or processing your data beyond what is strictly necessary to deliver the service you're seeking.

Strong opt-in: None of the consent theater click-throughs we suffer through today. If you don't give informed, voluntary, specific opt-in consent, the service can't collect your data. Ignoring a cookie click-through is not consent, so you can just bypass popups and know you won't be spied on.

No preemption. The commercial surveillance industry hates strong state privacy laws like the Illinois biometrics law, and they are hoping that a federal law will pre-empt all those state laws. Federal privacy law should be the floor on privacy nationwide – not the ceiling:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2022/07/federal-preemption-state-privacy-law-hurts-everyone

No arbitration. Your right to sue for violations of your privacy shouldn't be waivable in a clickthrough agreement:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2022/04/stop-forced-arbitration-data-privacy-legislation

No "pay for privacy." Privacy is not a luxury good. Everyone deserves privacy, and the people who can least afford to buy private alternatives are most vulnerable to privacy abuses:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/10/why-getting-paid-your-data-bad-deal

No tricks. Getting "consent" with confusing UIs and tiny fine print doesn't count:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/02/designing-welcome-mats-invite-user-privacy-0

A Privacy First approach doesn't merely help all the people harmed by surveillance, it also prevents the collateral damage that today's leading proposals create. For example, laws requiring services to force their users to prove their age ("to protect the kids") are a privacy nightmare. They're also unconstitutional and keep getting struck down.

A better way to improve the kid safety of the internet is to ban surveillance. A surveillance ban doesn't have the foreseeable abuses of a law like KOSA (the Kids Online Safety Act), like bans on information about trans healthcare, medication abortions, or banned books:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/05/kids-online-safety-act-still-huge-danger-our-rights-online

When it comes to the news, banning surveillance advertising would pave the way for a shift to contextual ads (ads based on what you're looking at, not who you are). That switch would change the balance of power between news organizations and tech platforms – no media company will ever know as much about their readers as Google or Facebook do, but no tech company will ever know as much about a news outlet's content as the publisher does:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/05/save-news-we-must-ban-surveillance-advertising

This is a much better approach than the profit-sharing arrangements that are being trialed in Australia, Canada and France (these are sometimes called "News Bargaining Codes" or "Link Taxes"). Funding the news by guaranteeing it a share of Big Tech's profits makes the news into partisans for that profit – not the Big Tech watchdogs we need them to be. When Torstar, Canada's largest news publisher, struck a profit-sharing deal with Google, they killed their longrunning, excellent investigative "Defanging Big Tech" series.

A privacy law would also protect access to healthcare, especially in the post-Roe era, when Big Tech surveillance data is being used to target people who visit abortion clinics or secure medication abortions. It would end the practice of employers forcing workers to wear health-monitoring gadget. This is characterized as a "voluntary" way to get a "discount" on health insurance – but in practice, it's a way of punishing workers who refuse to let their bosses know about their sleep, fertility, and movements.

A privacy law would protect marginalized people from all kinds of digital discrimination, from unfair hiring to unfair lending to unfair renting. The commercial surveillance industry shovels endless quantities of our personal information into the furnaces that fuel these practices. A privacy law shuts off the fuel supply:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/04/digital-privacy-legislation-civil-rights-legislation

There are plenty of ways that AI will make our lives worse, but copyright won't fix it. For issues of labor exploitation (especially by creative workers), the answer lies in labor law:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/01/how-the-writers-guild-sunk-ais-ship/

And for many of AI's other harms, a muscular privacy law would starve AI of some of its most potentially toxic training data:

https://www.businessinsider.com/tech-updated-terms-to-use-customer-data-to-train-ai-2023-9

Meanwhile, if you're worried about foreign governments targeting Americans – officials, military, or just plain folks – a privacy law would cut off one of their most prolific and damaging source of information. All those lawmakers trying to ban Tiktok because it's a surveillance tool? What about banning surveillance, instead?

Monopolies and surveillance go together like peanut butter and chocolate. Some of the biggest tech empires were built on mountains of nonconsensually harvested private data – and they use that data to defend their monopolies. Legal privacy guarantees are a necessary precursor to data portability and interoperability:

https://www.eff.org/wp/interoperability-and-privacy

Once we are guaranteed a right to privacy, lawmakers and regulators can order tech giants to tear down their walled gardens, rather than relying on tech companies to (selectively) defend our privacy:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

The point here isn't that privacy fixes all the internet's woes. The policy is "privacy first," not "just privacy." When it comes to making a new, good internet, there's plenty of room for labor law, civil rights legislation, antitrust, and other legal regimes. But privacy has the biggest constituency, gets us the most bang for the buck, and has the fewest harmful side-effects. It's a policy we can all agree on, even if we don't agree on much else. It's a coalition in potentia that would be unstoppable in reality. Privacy first! Then – everything else!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/06/privacy-first/#but-not-just-privacy

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#pluralistic #privacy first #eff #privacy #surveillance #surveillance advertising #cold war 2.0 #tiktok #saving the news from big tech #competition #interoperability #interop #online harms #ai #digital discrimination #discrimination #health care #hippa #medical privacy

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rowretro · 9 months

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Running from riki

Just a lil fluff imagine I wrote on wp

Warnings: none rlly just a bunch of cuteness<3

also im new to writting on here so idk how to make it pretty pls help

"Baby, listen, the whole time your hand will be in mine hmm? I don't want no running off kay?" Niki asked in a soft yet stern tone as You smiled nodding. Within the 5 seconds in which you entered the mall, your feet were itching to run to the nearest store, your mind already running from store to store as your eyes scanned the whole place.

"Baby- remember what I said-" Riki added, his eyes narrowing to the littlun beside him "Of course baby I will- OOH CLOTHES-" There you go, running to the clothing shop but Riki was quick to act...

In one swift move, he pulled you into his arms, hugging her securely as he stared down at your slightly flustered figure "What did I tell you, princess?" Riki asked as you hid your face in his chest.

The male smiled at this action, softly letting go, his hand still gripping onto yours as they walked through the mall. Yet again, your feet were taking you to all kinds of stores, Riki being quick to act, pulling her back, cautiously not wanting to injure her arm.

His eyes suddenly fell on a running toddler, the toddler's parents' holding the toddler on a leash "Babe- I think we need to go to a store that sells those leashes-" Riki pointed out as you giggled, mischievously.

"why? are we going to have a baby???" You asked giggling at the way his expression changed "WHAT- EH- NO- ONE BABY Y/N IS ENOUGH FOR ME-" Riki defended himself as you just laughed more at the poor boy.

"So what if I can't get a kids leash thingy- I can always get a dog leash- Im sure it'll fit around your neck-" Riki said as y/n kicked his ass. "OW-" Riki yelled and within seconds she ran off in a random direction.

"She a runner?" A man randomly asked, sighing as Riki noded, with a sigh "She's a runner she's a track star-" he replied "Mine too- so I put her on a leash-" the male said, pointing at his daughter as Riki simply walked away, searching for You.

"There you are, princess- I swear we're going to have to do online shopping from now on if you keep running like this-" Riki sighed as you giggled "But babe that's boring-" You whined as Riki placed a soft peck on your forehead.

His hand held onto yours again as you two left the store. Was it annoying? yes, was it exhausting? yes, but either way it made him happy.

It made him happy to see his beloved giggle and run happily when with him, and on top of that, it gave him a reason to hold your hand more often, he loved the thought of everyone in the store knowing he's your boyfriend and you're his girlfriend.

And overall, he loves you, the most important reason why he tolerates your chaos. "BABY BABY BABYYY- SCREW MC DONALDS IT'S TOO EXPENSIVE- LET'S GO WINGSTOP!" You squealed as Riki snickered, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"As you wish princess~" The boy smiled, his hand firmly holding yours, as he matched your speedy pace, the 2 of you walking to the food court as you ordered your food.

Poor Riki was met with an empty space beside him when he got the food, the male sighed as he looked around, only to see you sitting by an empty table, cleaning off the crumbs from the people before.

He walked over to you, hurriedly, hoping to not lose you again, he placed the food on the table and hugged you tightly. "You really are a runner- you scared me for a split second I thought I really lost you-" Riki mumbled as you blushed at his words.

You kissed his lips softly as you looked up at him "You know- you're really cute when you're shy- and worried- but don't worry- Im not going to disappear that easily-" You smiled as Riki ruffled your hair.

(A/n: This is cute-ish I guess- BUT WHY DID I PICTURE LILY TUCKER PRITCHET TRYING TO RUN IN DISNEY LAND WHILE MITCH/CAM HELD HER ON A LEASH? IF YK WHICH EP IM TALKING ABT)

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen niki #ni ki #nishimura niki #enhypen niki ff #ni ki imagines #niki enhypen #niki reaction #niki scenarios #niki x reader #enhypen riki

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greynatomy · 11 months

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ribbons

hayley raso x reader

bit of a second part to raso vs raso

requested from wp

pretend that hayley hasn’t been wearing ribbons until now cause that’s how i wrote it. thanks! :)

———

You had injured yourself during the first game of the season, tearing the dreaded three letters. You were devastated, the crowd cheering for you as you were helped off the field by your wife, assuring her you’d wait for her and to finish the match.

You had your surgery the next day, Hayley staying by your side through it all, like how you were with her. Being injured though, has given you so much time to spend with your daughter, Emmy.

Right now, you were packing for both you and your daughter, where you would be traveling to Australia to watch you wife play the Olympic Qualifiers. Since you weren’t called up for your international duties and can’t play with your club team, you’d decided to be with Hayley. Also, your daughter is not at the age where she’s understanding what her mothers do for a career.

———

Hayley didn’t play against the match with Iran, but you were back in the stands for the match against the Philippines, which Hayley started in.

The whole game, Emmy would constantly ask where her Mama was. It was difficult for her to find Hayley through the game, frustrating her a bit.

Back at the hotel room you share with your wife, you told her about Emmy’s struggle. All night, Hayley had her little girl cuddled up on top of her, and you pressed up to her side, as if you both had to make sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

———

It was now the day of the match against Chinese Taipei. Hayley woke up to the sound of her alarm, quickly shutting it off to not wake her girls up. She went to the bathroom to freshen up, giving you and Emmy a kiss and headed out.

Before meeting the rest of the team, Hayley went out to a nearby stationary store, grabbing the one thing she needs.

You wake up a couple of hours after your wife leaves, which wakes your daughter as well. It was already noon, so you both go out to have lunch and waste some time a little bit before the match starts.

As your in the stands waiting for the players to walk onto the pitch, you get a text from your wife.

hayley baby <3

keep a lookout, i’ll be a lot easier to spot this time

You don’t really know what she meant until you see her walk into the pitch. There she was, with a yellow ribbon ties to her hair.

“Baby, look!” You pick your daughter up and place her on your hip, pointing at your wife. “Mama has a little yellow ribbon in her hair.”

“Why, Mommy?”

“Remember when you said that you couldn’t find where Mama is when she’s playing?” She nods her heard. “Well, Mommy told Mama and now Mama is making sure you can find where she is easier.”

“She did that for me?” Her bottom lips wobble, tears forming in her eyes.

“Oh, baby. Mama loves you so much.”

“I love her lots.”

Australia wins 3-0 when the final whistle blows. You and Emmy are jumping where you’re at. Hayley goes to do an interview.

After a couple questions about the match, the interviewer asks a different kind of question.

“Now, we’ve all seen a new accessory on your for today’s match. We just want to know what’s that all about?”

“Yeah, um, after the las game, my wife, back in our hotel room, told me how our daughter was having trouble seeing where I am on the pitch, frustrating her a bit, so decided to tie a ribbon in my hair.”

“So, it won’t be the last time with the ribbon

“No. It’ll be a part of me on the pitch from now on.”

“Thank you, Hayley.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Walking away from the interviewer, she goes to where her family is. Emmy was the first to spot her.

“Mama! Mama!”

“Hi, baby girl.” She greets with a big smile. Emmy hold her arms up, wanting to be picked up, which Hayley does. She sets Emmy down next to her, with a bit of a fuss. “Let me just get Mommy too first.” She helps you get over the barricade, mindful of your knee. “Hi, Hon.” She greets you with a kiss.

“Mama.” Emmy tugs on her mom’s shorts. “Mommy said the ribbon was for me.”

“It was for you, baby.” Hayley picks her up, and sets her on her waist.

“I love you, Mama.”

“I love you more.”

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #hayley raso #hayley raso x reader

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silverflqmes · 1 year

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໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, yuji terushima, atsumu + osamu miya, shigeru yahaba, keiji akaashi, shoyo hinata

gender neutral! reader

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ sleepovers with oikawa are wILD LIKE GIRL GET READY OMG —

⌗ lots of snacks and y'all would bake cookies together after running to like, walmart in pajamas

⌗ cuz you guys have sleepovers so offen you practically have clothes at each other's houses. oikawa has matching alien pajamas for y'all istg — imagine walking into the store at 10pm lookin like a bunch of dorks searchin for cookie mix-

⌗ FACIALS — girl you already know oikawa has all that good shit that just — wOrKs wOnDErs. expensive asf too, but he has money🧍‍♀️

⌗ jamming to boybands; i don't make the rules, he does😻

⌗ sleep? with all the sci-fi movies he wants to watch? honeyyy😪

⌗ cUdDLinG cuz oikawa KNOWS how to hug istg like he's so wARm AND GIRL THOSE ARMS PLEASE-

➫ 𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ TIKTOKS — istg yes y'all are makin tiktoks cuz teru do b famous🤾

⌗ pictures too — terushima would prolly also try n vlog your whole sleepover for you guys to watch later and just rEmiNisCe✨ he would totally edit the whole thing too and make it bomb asf

⌗ deadass feel like yuji would bring up the idea of going on omegele to screw w ppl a lil bit —

⌗ the girls would lose their shit and tbh if i saw him, me too😐

⌗ fuck tons of soda n pizza; no sleep🤩

⌗ ngl y'all would definitely pull up on wp or tumblr n make fun of sum nsfw posts

⌗ HE DOES YOUR HAIR HXJDKSKS

➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓣𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ they're kind of a packaged deal- so you get both unless you wanna sit n watch them argue for 368393 years over you😐

⌗ DUMBASSES START ARGUING OVER THE TOP BUNK HDJSKLSLSKS

⌗ you make them both sleep on the floor BAHHAHAHAHAHAHA as you should.

⌗ they have loads of gaming consoles so i can see y'all playing a couple rounds of smash maybe or pulling up on the wii to play either just dance, mk or mario party

⌗ each time atsumu loses he throws a fit n starts complaining, asking for rematches every five minutes until samu kicks him🧍‍♀️

⌗ OSAMU MAKES DINNER HXJSKSKSL

⌗ at some point after knocking out, you'll wake up to get a glass of water and that's when you catch those two hugging each other in their sleep 😶 you take pictures for the team-

➫ 𝓨𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗔 𝓢𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ahem, for my underrated crackheaded son- Y'ALL WOULD HAVE THE SOFTEST YET MOST CHAOTIC SLEEPOVER EVER

⌗ HE HAS SHIT ON EVERYONE OMG

⌗ too much tea and too little sleep

⌗ because of his horrible strategies when it comes to picking up girls, you end up giving him a few tips, he needs them-

⌗ i feel like earlier in the day, you'd end up going shopping together and take some really pretty pictures later under some flowers

⌗ you guys would totally bake toooo, cream puffs cuz you were teasing him about his hair zhsjskslldl you save some for makki🙈

⌗ deep conversations about future stuff cuz he's worried about the third years leaving and nervous; please hug him-

➫ 𝓐𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ you guys would have such a relaxing sleepover omg

⌗ facials and manicures cuz boy needs to keep his own nails nice n taken care of for those smooth ass sets

⌗ i feel like akaashi would have a pool so bring a bathing suit with you🥰

⌗ i headcanon him being able to play piano tbh, he just seems like that kinda classy guy to me- but ofc really shy and maybe a pinch self conscious abt playing, so he'll reluctantly play something for you but it'll sound sooo good

⌗ deep conversations as well because yk he's mostly close with the third years and well as draining as bokuto can be, he doesn't want him to go, or konoha and the others🙁

⌗ please reassure him hdjsksk he needs it.

⌗ studio ghibli movies🥺 i feel like his favorite would be spirited away cuz the visuals and him empathizing with haku??

➫ 𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔 𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he'd probably come to your house and pick you up at the crack of mf dawn to go to morning practice with him first before going to his house😐

⌗ PORK BUNS AND LOADS OF FOOD

⌗ natsu would be home and she prolly wants sum attention🥺🥺 shoyo would get jealous of her for hogging you at some point xhsjsksls

⌗ he tries to bake with you-

⌗ he would talk your ear off all night about stuff which tbh you wouldn't mind cuz he's so mf cute and it's admirable how passionate he is about what he does and his teammates, opponents too; we stan a sweet lil birb who respects everyone💘

⌗ PLEASE PLAY DS W HIM HDSJKS HE HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO PLAY MULTIPLAYER CUZ KENMA AIN'T THERE SOOOO

⌗ he lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the floor because he wants you to be comfortable😭 love you sm sho<3

notes. honestly these could either be platonic or romantic now that i think abt it

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nancyrcrane · 2 months

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homestuck-archive · 7 months

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BREAKING NEWS (i think): WhatPumpkin, is dead.

WhatPumpkin.com led users to the WhatPumpkin website where you could buy Steam keys for Hiveswap. Now, it redirects you to Hiveswap.com. And so, WhatPumpkin.com finally comes to an end after like...14 years? I think?

From a music publisher...

...to a merch store (man, those prices)...

...to a game studio.

Welp, they had an admittedly, sort of just ok run. Goodbye, WP. For now I hope.

#homestuck #hs #413 #fyp #homestuck archive #what pumpkin #wp #andrew hussie

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You made a post that we'll be getting Shinran content, which I'm excited about, but it's just flashbacks (File 0 and WPS childhood flashback), but I think fans want current Shinran interactions. When do you think we might get content like that?

To be honest, I feel like Gosho has a big case in store for the use of the antidote Shinichi keeps and his new appearance (which should include closing the Sera and Mary storyline with the antidote, for example), so Gosho is making efforts to give us ShinRan content (like Kid disguised as Shinichi, flashbacks) without having to use the antidote Shinichi keeps.

I guess even though we want to see Shinichi, we have to admit that Gosho must be making efforts to find ways to give us ShinRan content without affecting the plot, and I guess all ShinRan content is welcome.

Anyway, I'm not satisfied with the little contact between them that we're shown and I expect a lot more of that. I hope that now that Heizuha is canon, Gosho starts to move ShinRan more.

As for when we could have current interactions, in file 0 there is no possibility, but in the flashback case with the wps it could happen, since to start a flashback there has to be a present moment, and considering that heuzuha are now canon, it would be normal for them to comment on it. Of course, the next big case of Shinichi coming back has to be ShinRan (maybe Ran's birthday?)

#shinran #anon ask #ask me!

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More than Words - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: bookstore owner Bucky, strangers to lovers,

word count: 5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1451143094-more-than-words-alba

vibe: “Is this the part where we…” Alba began, her thumb stroking across his cheek where her palm cupped his face

“If it’s not, then it should be,” Bucky murmured.

His fingers tightened at the back of her neck and the increased pressure drew her forwards until their lips finally met.

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Rain pounded the pavements of Brooklyn, colouring everything in unseasonable shades of grey. Alba clutched the cardboard sleeve of her oat milk latte just a little bit tighter and tried to summon up the courage to step out into the deluge. With a deep breath she scrunched up her nose, took a deep breath, and surged out into the rain. She almost turned left, heading for the warmth of her apartment, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was Thursday, and she would have missed her afternoon at the bookstore.

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. For a couple of hours, three times a week, she allowed herself the luxury of escaping into her head through the portal of whichever book she was devouring at the time. The store owner was great. He didn’t seem to mind how long she stayed, or that she brought coffee with her. Hell, sometimes he even had snacks out on the little tables that accompanied the worn leather chairs and couches that were dotted around the store. She wasn’t even going to start thinking about how easy on the eye he was. Nope. Not at all.

It didn’t take her long to reach “Barnes’ Bookstore”, her haven amidst the metropolitan jungle of New York. The bell above the door tinkled merrily as she pushed her way inside, shutting it behind her to keep out the flood. The store owner was in his usual spot behind the counter and Alba offered him a small wave and a sheepish smile as she headed over to her usual spot, tucked away in the back of the store. Barnes (she assumed that’s what he was called) waved back and smiled, his blue eyes crinkling as he tracked her path until she was out of sight behind some shelving. Alba reached her favourite leather chair - overstuffed to perfect comfort - and let out a gasp of surprised pleasure. Not only was there a small bowl of pretzels and raisins on the side table, her favourite snack by far, but also a large, fluffy towel draped over the arm of the chair.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d show, what with the weather. But I didn’t want you to have to sit there wet through if you did,” Barnes’ voice floated through the bookshelves until he appeared at the end of the row, soft smile on his face.

“A little rain has never stopped me before,” Alba replied, dropping her bag and picking up the towel, happily surprised to find it warm. “But thank you, Barnes.”

Barnes chuckled lightly, brushing a stray curl from his forehead back into place.

“My name’s Bucky. Barnes too, but you’re here so often you can call me Bucky.”

“Kinda appropriate, considering,” Alba giggled, gesturing around at the shelves.

“It’s not spelled like…” Bucky trailed off a sheepish blush creeping across his face. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

“Sorry,” Alba said, her lips curling into an apologetic smile. “I couldn’t help it.”

“I’ll let you get away with it this one time,” he replied.

There was a pause, one of those moments when there would have been further conversation if the two had known each other better, but they didn’t. Alba scrunched her hair into the towel a few times to mask her awkwardness.

“I’ll leave you to it, bookworm,” Bucky said, turning away towards the front of the store.

“Alba,” she called to his retreating back. “My name’s Alba.”

"Happy reading, Alba," Bucky smiled, giving her another of his cute little waves as he disappeared back to his post at the desk.

Outside, the rain kept on. Heavy drops that hit the windows and echoed through the small bookshop. Alba wandered the aisles for a few minutes, losing herself in the shelves of the romance section as she perused, searching for her next read.

Finally, with a small stack balanced in her arms, she settled into her chair and whiled away a few hours to the sound of the rain and Bucky's soft voice. With his footsteps coming and going as he greeted customers and pottered around the store, she glanced up every few pages, catching his eye as he passed.

She hadn't realized how long she had been engulfed into the book she had picked out until a new bowl of preztels appeared at her side. The sound rattling her from the main male character's fuck it moment before the two characters kissed for the first time. Alba glanced up at Bucky, his blue eyes shining down at her as he took a step back rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"You ran out." He said with a crooked smile.

"I hadn't even realized." She laughed sitting up slightly, "thank you. You didn't have to do that."

A soft shade of pink covered his cheeks. "Just didn't want you reaching for an empty bowl." He said shifting on his feet, his eyes flicking to the book she was holding. "That one's done really well lately. Is it any good?"

Her eyes went wide as she glanced down at the book. "You haven't read it?"

"Not yet, I do make a list of all the popular books though and get to them when I can," Bucky replied.

"Let me guess, it's never ending?" Alba tilted her head and let out a sigh, "I only ever read when I'm here, life outside is too busy. I think my own list is as long as my arm and then some."

Bucky's face lit up in a bright laugh, blue eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Right?! I've filled notebooks. Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Just shout if you run out of pretzels again, I buy them in bulk."

"You like them that much?" Alba asked and Bucky's eyes slid to the book shelves beside them, finding the classics section interesting suddenly. "Bucky?"

"They're okay but I know this girl, well, I don't know her..." He cleared his throat, prodding at an Agatha Christie novel. "But, she comes into my shop a lot and I noticed the pretzels were her favourite so..."

It took a full thirty seconds for her brain to compute what he had said. He buys them in bulk. For her. Alba's eyes met his. "That's... really sweet of you." She said softly. "I..." A weird swell of emotions built in her chest. It had been a really long time since anyone had thought of her like that. Just having someone do the simplest but sweetest thing for her sent a swell of butterflies alight in her chest.

"It's nothing," he let out a breathy chuckle, "I'm pretty sure if it weren't for you I wouldn't be as busy as I am."

This peeked her curiousity. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well... the days that you uhm… visit," he paused for a moment, his hands tucking into his jean pockets, "those are my best days."

Deep blue eyes found hers as that same crooked smile returned and she couldn't help but think there was more to that than what he was saying.

“Oh?” The word slipping quietly from her lips as she tried to right her thoughts and muster up some more. She watched him as a soft pink hue began adorning his cheeks subtly.

“People see you engrossed in your books and it sparks their interest so they come in, walk around, buy a book or two.” He laughed, the pink in his cheeks getting just a touch deeper as he moved his eyes over to the shelves before speaking again.

“If this wasn’t my shop I’d probably come in too, watching your expressions as you read is one of my favorite parts of those days,”

Alba paused, pretzel halfway to her mouth, as her own cheeks warmed. Her little corner of the bookshop suddenly felt stifling and she couldn’t quite meet Bucky’s eye.

“Really?”

“You, uh, you do this little thing,” Bucky continued, “when you get to a good bit, you close your eyes and scrunch your nose, as if you’re savouring the words or committing them to memory or something. It’s really cute and then you kinda smile after—” the bell above the door rang echoed out and Bucky seemed relieved to be saved from his rambling. “I’m just gonna…” he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb.

Alba nodded, giggling softly at the bashful little smile on Bucky’s face, one eye squeezed shut in an embarrassed wince as he scurried off.

Her brain was still stuck on one little thing though; he thought she was cute.

She watched him for a moment over to the top of her book, laughing and smiling with the customer he was helping. She realized that the sound of his laugh had been the backtrack to many of her books. The soft thuds of his footsteps as he passed by her, his huffs when he’s carrying stacks of books, all of it had been its own soundtrack to her days here. To every romance moment in her books and she couldn't help but feel comforted by that thought.

Suddenly his eyes found hers briefly as he led the customer to an aisle of books, that sweet smile returning. Bucky Barnes had wormed his way under her skin and she didn't realize just how far he had until now.

Alba blushed and hid back behind her book, it wasn’t long until she was captured by the words again. It wasn’t until a large crack of thunder causing the lights to flicker, did she look up from the pages again. “Wow… some storm.”

Time had flown by once she had found her rhythm again within the pages and it had darkened significantly since they’d spoken and Bucky refilled her pretzels though she couldn’t quite tell at first glance if it was the time or the storm’s doing.

“Yeah and it doesn’t seem it’ll let up soon,” Bucky mused as he rearranged some books on behind her chair.

She looked up at him, the corner of her lips twitching upwards as she watched him settle a pair of glasses on his nose.

In truth, Bucky wasn’t the only one who’d noticed something endering of the other. She’d caught herself almost smiling just like now before, when she’d seen him pull his glasses out to read something.

“Good chapter?” He asked, pointing slightly at the book as he smiled down at her.

Alba hummed in question, suddenly forgetting the words on the page before he continued.

“Haven’t heard you turn a page in a minute,” he added.

"It's a good book," Alba paused, "it's one of her better ones."

"I've noticed she's one of your regular authors," Bucky replied. Peering over her shoulder to take a look at the page she was reading.

Alba angled the book away as she twisted to face him, realising quickly that the scene she was midway through, which had started a heat rising in her core, was probably not the best to share. It was only when she looked up that she realised how close he was, and how good he smelled.

Bucky's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Well I hope it's just as racy as the one you finished on Tuesday." Straightening up to his full height and chuckling to himself as he walked back to his counter.

"It's rude to read over people's shoulders!" She called, trying to sound annoyed even as she found herself smiling through her words. All she got in response was more of Bucky's gorgeous laughter, loud enough to carry through the shop.

A quick glance at her phone told her she'd been there far longer than she usually would. Time to crawl out of her little haven Bucky had created for her and back into the real world, until Saturday that is.

"You're leaving already?" Bucky questioned, brow furrowed as he caught her packing her things away, a box of new books at his feet as he piled them neatly on the little display table. His dove-grey eyes shone in the soft light of the reading lamp and that little curl of hair had fallen over his forehead again. It takes everything in Alba not to reach out and set it back into place, maybe smooth out that frown while she was at it.

"Don't you close soon? Six on the dot right?"

"I would have stayed open for you, if you weren't finished," Bucky murmured softly.

Alba blinked at him.

"You would? Don't you have anywhere to be, someone to go home to?"

Bucky shook his head, "I live upstairs, just me and Alpine. She's, uh, she's my cat."

“You have a cat?” Alba asked with a smile.

Bucky seemed to brighten up at the question and nodded while he fumbled for his phone. “She’s adorable. Sassy little thing but I love her to death.” He glanced down, seemingly picking the perfect picture to show her as he held up his phone. A little white fluff ball with eyes that matched her father’s stared back.

“She is adorable,” Alba cooed leaning closer to him to get a better look. “you said her name was Alpine?”

Bucky nodded and pulled his phone back with a smile as he looked down at it proudly. “Found her in a milk crate out back about a year ago. She’s been my pal ever since.”

Alba cleared her throat, “I am merely observant.”

“Are you now?” He mused, “I’d have thought you were too enthralled by the books.”

“Sometimes,” she hummed, “but there are a couple of seconds between the door and me reaching the chair, I may have noticed them then.”

She reached down to pick up a pretzel, pointing it towards Bucky, “they’re a little hard to miss even with the little corner crinkles you get when you smile.” She added with a smile popping the pretzel between her lips.

“Was that your way of calling me old?” He laughed and leaned against the counter, his forearms resting there as he looked up at her.

That familiar butterfly flutter in her chest came to life as her breath caught in her throat. God, he’s pretty. She thought before shaking her head. “Quite the opposite.” Alba said breathlessly and in a way that had her cheeks turning pink.

Bucky smiled warmly up at her. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” She replied shifting on her feet as she looked down at the stack of books.

“Will I see you again this week?” He asked bringing her gaze back to his.

Alba nodded, “same time.”

“Good.” He said standing straight. “I’ll make sure the pretzels are ready.”

She laughed softly, “My hero.”

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough for Alba. Her Friday shift at the children’s clothing boutique dragged more than it usually did as she buzzed with anticipation for the opportunity to curl up with her latest read; and perhaps have a couple more conversations with the admittedly delectable Bucky Barnes.

There wasn’t a cloud in sight that day and Alba had shimmied into an apple-green sundress before she headed out on her leisurely weekend walk to her favourite place in Brooklyn. Instead of stopping in at her usual coffee spot, she carried on for half a block and dropped into the little hole in the wall sushi place that she passed most days and picked up a large platter and a couple of bottles of iced green tea. She was sure she’d seen Bucky eating some variety of maki one time and she wanted to repay him for all the snacks and other sweet little things he’d done for her. She also kind of hoped he might want to eat lunch with her…maybe.

The bell above the door rang out as she shouldered her way inside. Bucky's voice filtered through the aisles and he poked his head around the shelves at the sound of the door, eyes lighting up the moment they landed on her.

"I'll leave you to browse, but come find me if you have anymore questions," she heard him say before he turned on his heel and headed straight for her. His hair, a little more tussled than usual, fell across his eyes as he slid his reading glasses off his nose.

"Busy?" Alba asked, noting more people than usual milling around the store.

"The nice weather brings everyone out. People like to read in the park," he replied with a shrug before nodding to the sushi. "That all for you?"

"I was kinda hoping you hadn't eaten yet?"

Bucky's lips parted in surprise before they curved into a boyish grin and he motioned to her corner. The usual foray of snacks were set up ready, this time with a neat little stack of books beside them.

"Did you pick these out for me?" Alba asked looking between him and the books.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head to the side as a soft noise left him. Her eyes flickered up to him and she could tell he was trying to find the words to say. He finally took a deep breath and looked up at her, "I did...I uh.. I took reference on what you've been reading and grabbed a few similar authors." He rambled softly before picking up a book. "This one is my favorite out of all of them."

Alba grinned as she listened, her fingers trailing down the spines of the stacked books. "Then that's the one I'll go with today."

A proud smile spread over his features as he looked away for a moment and nodded. "I think you'll love it." His eyes found hers and for a moment, they settled in the silence of their shared look. Both smiling like idiots and it wasn't until a throat cleared behind them that she realized they had gravitated towards each other. The distance that was there before between them now shrunk to mere inches.

“I…uh…I’ll be right back,” Bucky stammered softly, the warm huff of his words breezing gently across her face.

Alba nodded, her eyes softening as she watched him retreat, his smile turning more jolly and far less intimate as he began to assist his new customers. She settled into her chair and laid out the sushi platter on the table in the hope that he’d soon be able to return to their impromptu lunch.

Alas, it wasn’t to be, The warm weather brought customers seemingly in droves and soon Alba was four chapters deep into Bucky’s recommendation. She couldn’t stop the blush from rising in her cheeks as the main character and the love interest finally had the space to confront their feelings for each other - in a library no less - and Alba became lost in the tension.

The familiar tread of Bucky’s footsteps a while later made her glance up, but the moment he rounded the corner, someone hurried after him. He let out a sigh, flashing Alba an apologetic smile as he followed dutifully behind the customer.

It wasn’t until much later, when the sushi tray was half finished and she’d worked her way through the bowl of pretzels too that she realised the shop had fallen silent, just Bucky’s footfall as he tidied and then the resounding click of the lock on the door. She glanced at her phone; 6pm already.

A few moments later, he appeared, soft smile and a tired sigh as he flopped into the chair beside her.

She watched him sink further in the chair, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he took a few steadying breaths.

"Tired?" she asked. His head rolled towards her and his eyes opened with a soft almost exhausted smile. Those familiar butterflies fluttered in her chest as he sat forward a bit.

"I'm grateful for the business," he started, "but.." Bucky's gaze moved to the half eaten tray of sushi as his voice trailed off.

"But?" She said gently, laying the book in her lap.

"But...I kind of wish I had closed the shop the moment you walked through the door with that dress on." Bucky glanced over at her, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“You do?” Alba asked in hopeful surprise.

“Yeah.” He nodded, his eyes flicking downwards to the book she held splayed open in her lap. “Just you and me, hiding from the world between these shelves.”

Something about his words sounded so familiar to her and her eyes widened as she realised. Stroking her fingers over the cover of the book he was quoting from she responded.

“I bet these books have seen some sights,” she recited , her eyebrow raised in challenge and her heart fluttered as Bucky’s smile grew wider and he shifted in his seat.

“So why don’t you come over here and we can give ‘em another tale to tell,” he rumbled.

“Do you always flirt by quoting romance novels?” Alba teased playfully and Bucky chuckled, eyes lighting up in a challenge.

“Maybe.”

He reached across the small gap between their chairs, fingertips dancing over the armrest. Alba sucked in a breath as he grazed her wrist, toying with the charm bracelet she always wears.

“Bucky,” she breathed as he brushed up over her knuckles. He turned her hand palm up and linked their fingers like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“So, are you gonna come over here? I think we got a pretty good tale to tell these books.”

A wave of nerves ran through her. Good, bad and everything in between but it didn't stop her from setting the book down on the table next to her snacks. Carefully and with their hands still linked, she stood and closed the distance between their chairs. His chin lifted as she slotted herself between his legs, his eyes glistening in the evening sun shining through the window.

"I have no idea what I'm doing," she admitted softly looking down at him. Her free hand curled around his cheek as her thumb brushed over his stubbled skin. "But I know..." Alba paused for a moment distracted as his own free hand found her hip, "I know I can't stop thinking about you."

The most beautiful smile spread over his face, only egging on the warmth blooming in her stomach.

"The feeling is mutual," he rasped and with one gentle yet quick tug she was in his lap, her dress bunched around her thighs as they settled on either side of his legs. Bucky's hand released hers and instead tangled into her the hair at the back of her head.

With a flash of courage she reached up and grasped the arms of his glasses, pulling them slowly from his face and tossing them gently behind her onto the chair she’d just vacated. Her eyes scanned his features; the constellation of freckles that followed the line of his stubble, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that deepened the more he gazed back at her.

“Is this the part where we…” Alba began, her thumb stroking across his cheek where her palm cupped his face

“If it’s not, then it should be,” Bucky murmured.

His fingers tightened at the back of her neck and the increased pressure drew her forwards until their lips finally met.

Gasping against his mouth, Alba melted against Bucky’s chest. Their lips explored and ventured each other’s and when Bucky ran his tongue along her bottom lip, she couldn’t stop herself from opening up for him with a soft moan.

The world seemed to narrow down to them and the bookstore and this moment between them.

She thread her fingers along at the nape of his neck, running her nails along his scalp softly coaxing a moan to rumble from deep in his chest.

Alba took his bottom lip between her teeth pulling back slightly before soothing his lip with her tongue.

“You’re killin’ me here sweetheart,” Bucky voiced with a lazy smile.

Alba leaned back to take a good look at Bucky, she couldn't help taking her lip between her teeth and his smile widened as he gazed back at her.

"Can you feel it?" Bucky asked. Alba looked puzzled for a second, but as he slowly drew his fingers along her arm, she felt the electricity coursing under his touch.

"Yes," she breathed, before squealing as he embraced her again, pulling her tight against him and taking her mouth in another passionate exchange.

"I've thought about this for so long." Bucky's words were muffled, a mumble of sounds against her lips but Alba got the gist, pressing soft sweet kisses to the corner of his mouth.

"How long?"

"Fuck, how long have you been coming in here?" Bucky chuckled, a little bashful. His cheeks flushed that delicate shade of pink again and Alba scratched her nails through his light stubble.

"Too long without doing something about this," she murmured as Bucky kissed her again, mouth meandering along her jaw, tongue hot and lips soft on her skin. "You know, you're kinda the perfect guy. I didn't think I stood a chance."

"You? Not standing a chance?" He chuckled lowly kissing her jaw before trailing his lips down to her collar bone. "Imagine watching you walk in here week after week after week, my hands begging to be buried in these curls," he rasped his fingers gently tangling into her hair again, "these eyes that war with evening sun," Bucky lifted his head, "and knowing that all of your essence and beauty was ten feet from me."

Alba sucked in a breath as he spoke, her heart racing and feelings she hadn't had in a while storming her guarded heart.

"If there was anyone here who didn't stand a chance, it was me." He whispered, "the moment I saw you, I was already screwed."

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked, wrapping both arms around his neck. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about for weeks.”

Bucky chuckled as he let her rest fully on his thighs and watched as her eyes widened slightly. “Because if I did I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.”

“That a promise Barnes?” She hummed, punctuating her words with a kiss to his lips. Smiling as she saw his cheeks deepen in color.

“Oh it’s a promise,” he answered trailing his fingers along her exposed thighs and squeezing just slightly sending a shock through every nerve in her body.

A soft low growl sound between them as Bucky inching his lips closer to her neck, his breathy chuckle tickled her neck as he buried his face against her tenderly.

“I think we should get some food in you lover boy, before we make good on any promises tonight.” She laughed, smoothing her fingers along his tousled hair.

“There’s food right here,” he rasps against her skin, pressing his lips to the spot just below her ear. Alba chuckled.

“The sushi that’s been sitting out for hours? No.” She grinned pulling back from him. “I won’t be the reason why you end up sick.”

Bucky laughed and nodded. “Okay, alright..” he smiled up at her, “I actually would love to make you dinner.”

“Now?” Alba asked.

He smiled and nodded, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Right now.”

Her heart fluttered as she looked at him. This sweet man who not only reads, picks books out for her, leaves pretzels around just so she has something to snack on when he doesn’t have to wants to make her dinner. Alba nodded, “alright,” she said softly.

Bucky smiled and kissed her quickly before helping her off of his lap. They quickly cleaned up her snack mess and put the books away and after she had her things gathered she followed him upstairs to his place.

“Now I have to warn you,” Bucky said, grabbing his keys, “Alpine can be a little stand offish at first around new people. So don’t take it personally if she hisses at you.”

Alba’s eyes went wide before she let out a laugh. “Honestly, that’s a mood.”

He raised a brow with a smirk as he opened the door and instantly a small white fluff of fur sprinted between his legs. Circling around his feet a few times and expressing in yowls just how much she had missed him. Bucky scooped Alpine up in his arms and smiled kissing her little head and cooing soft words to the cat until he turned to Alba. “Alpine, meet the beautiful Alba,” his eyes flickered to her, “Alba, meet the princess.”

She laughed softly and leaned into Alpine slightly, “well hey sweet girl.”

Alpine meowed and batted softly at a few of her curls. It made both of them chuckle as he led her inside the apartment. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, “I’ll start on dinner.”

Alba nodded as she took in his space. Warm tones and random photos specked his apartment along with bookshelves full of books. As he cooked she picked one out and sat down, trying to read it but completely distracted by the man moving about the kitchen. Soon they were sitting down to the food he made and it felt intimate and warm in a way she hadn’t felt in a while.

“Thank you for this,” Alba said as she leaned over to him.

Bucky leaned back, curling his fingers around his chin and smiling before bringing his lips to hers. “Anything for my bookworm.” He rasped softly making her smile. A silent promise passing between them with the feeling as if this was the start of a new normal for the both of them.

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