#I dont write much... but I am oh so tempted...

[insertisfruity]

I'm trying to sleep but ugh this game is plaguing me [Affectionate]

I'm just thinking abt the fanfic-ability of Intertwine. Bc like. Every instance you write, every change in the world, every individual story, au/canon divergence or a story that embraces the story's canon and original story lines, all are possible lives they could have lived/might live. Anything is possible when you have an eternity of lifetimes together. Yeah, maybe they all follow similar lives for a while, maybe minor changes set them on different paths. But imagine au fics, those could absolutely be worked into that. There could be a whole MULTIVERSE of worlds, all in which MC and Van are destined to meet at some point or another. Maybe it isn't one timeline, maybe its just the concept. Whatever the fuck you want, go ham. Write corny fanfic. They're Intertwined afterall.

[redrosydiaz]

oh yall. OH YALL. i was listening to the do i wanna know hozier cover, as one does, and. and Y A L L. i just came up with a F A N T A S T I C fic idea — if i do say so myself 😌 — that's based on it. and i am... im kinda vibrating out of my skin about it, actually fhsjsjdjsk

[nonsensechemicals]

crying whenever i talk about Cookie9 because all my friends have these interesting and unique theories on them while i take everything too literally and they all just stare at me like “dude… uuugh we r TIRED” <-they dont actually say this they are very kind to me but i can Feel It

[sepiasys]

Oh, before I forget

I (🦊) tried to like. Headspace shit. And I ask 👑 stuff bc we're all so obsessed with him ig 🙄 (He honestly stands out the most, even tho he like. Never or rarely fronts.)(It's cuz he's british /t /j)

But yeah I asked him smth and he like. Bro did a shush gesture. I dont even remember what I asked??? But it was smth when we were gonna ask if he wanted out, like. Try and TALK and see if he was interested in fronting (since everyone wants him out 🙄). But yeah no.

This version we have in our head just likes to be a cheeky bastard sometimes ig =_= Even tho most of the time he. Like... isn't.

Also thinking about if we tried to use music as a trigger for him (which like doesnt work), it would have to be something at a slower pace, lower bpm or smth. Most of us can't rlly handle anything slow though. Probably related to adhd or some shit idfk

Idk man.

[mattsjuul]

GRAVITY. chris sturniolo

༣ summary: chris is on tour and misses his girlfriend .ᐟ ♡

༣ pairing: clingy!reader & tour!chris

༣ warnings: suggestive, just a cute lil oneshot tbh, pet names ( i think only one tho ), long distance ???? idk

༣ authors note ♡: ok i rlly didnt know what to do for this tbh i js wanted to write for chris lol!!!! this MIIIGHT get a pt 2 tho. so twoshot!

you stand in your kitchen, your mind constantly filled with thoughts of your boyfriend while he's off on tour. is he sleeping? maybe he's eating something. i hope he's enjoying it. is he gonna call me? isnt he in new york? thats three hours ahead. three whole hours. so if its six pm here then its... seven... eight.. nine. nine pm there? so is he asleep? i dont know if tour's got him sleepy. gosh. can he call me? i bet he looks so good right now. fuck. then your thoughts are interrupted by a very specific text tone. it's chris! "Hey" "R u busy imy" you read, causing you to almost start jumping for joy in front of your open fridge. although you do a little squeal instead. "definitely not" "call me im begging" you reply. "I like that" he replies, making you giggle to yourself. seconds later, your screen lights up with a picture of chris with a big smile holding your dear friend, madison, 's cat.

"well hellloooo" you answer with a smile far too big. "hey sexy" he smiles back just as much. "i've been waiting for this call" you admit. "yeah? you been thinking about me?" he asks in a cocky tone. but it was lowkey doing things to you. well. highkey. "you'd like that wouldnt you?" you ask. "yeah." he proudly says. "i was actually about to rub one out since im alone. show me your tits" he jokes. "don't tempt me" you giggle. "i mean.. you're free to do whatever you want. you're an adult with free will in your own home" he babbles on. you take a deep breath, honestly debating it. why not? he's seen them pleennttyy of times. more so, touched them plenty of times.

"ya' know." he interrupts your debating. "i've had lots of time to think. especially to think about you. and ya' know, we're never really apart for longer then a week. and it's made me realize that you really hold me down. i feel like i need at least one night with you every week to function. not like night.. i mean one sleep. i feel like it's made me sleep not so well. is that crazy? i'm not making sense. but then also, it'll be like 10 am here and i'll argue with nick or matt and i cant run to you. you'd be asleep and i dont want you to be upset the moment you wake up. i hate this seperation. i hate making you wait.. like what if you stop liking me before i get back. fuck. you're not hanging out with that actor guy you like, right?" he goes ooonnn n on. well boobs wouldnt be too appropriate right now. "okay.. no" you reply for starters. "and i dont think it's crazy. i get it. but you're veeeryyy cute for thinking all this. i love you chris. i miss you so much." i say. "i love you. can i see your boobs?" he asks, a giggle escaping your lips at his very stupid words.

yet you lift your top up, getting a shocked look from chris. "oh.. i like those.. a lot." he says, a big smile on your face as you shake 'em a little. "just.. stay there for a second" he says, seeing him moving around, clearly pulling his sweats down. "join me, yeah?"

a/n: ohhhhh em geeee.... idk if i like this tbh lol. but lmk if u want a part two w phone sex hehe. im sorry its so so short sad face.. i actually rlly liked writing this tho idk. yaaay hope u like :') ♡ lmk if there r any mistakes pls i didnt proof read!!!!!! (im in class..) 🐻‍❄️

[love-bucky-3000]

Been Forever (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 18+

Summary: Bucky can't last after not being touched for so long

WC= ~5.5K

Warnings: smut, needy!bucky (though i dont think i portrayed it well but hopefully you like it), reference to assault but not graphic

a.n: hii second fic in forever. i wanted to write needy bucky so hopefully i did him justice! share and like:)

Bucky shuffled his way into the kitchen area early that morning, cursing his internal clock for waking him up early after a week-long mission. It was an easy mission, but a week-long stay with Walker would drive anyone crazy. Bucky huffed as he went to pour a cup of coffee before realizing the pot was empty. 

“Sorry, I emptied already.” Bucky jumped out of his skin at the sound of Yelena’s voice. She was sitting on top of the dining table, watching him. Widows seem to be the only people that could still scare the soldier. 

“And you didn’t fill it up.. Why?..”

Yelena shrugged and took a drink from a mug that probably fit the whole pot of coffee in it, “Didn’t feel like it.” Bucky shot her a glare before reaching up and grabbing the coffee grounds from the cabinet. Stark had put in automatic coffee makers before leaving the tower but those pods cost an arm and a leg and Bucky just can’t get behind using their budget on something as small as an espresso pod, no matter how much Walker nags him. 

As the coffee brews, Bucky turns and rests his lower back against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing Yelena. They sit in silence, comfortable silence, listening to the coffee pot do its thing. Yelena is staring off into the New York skyline, Bucky’s sure she’s thinking of all the paperwork still needed to be filled out from last week’s mission. 

“Ya kno-” Yelena’s voice is cut off by the beep on the coffee machine. Bucky raises his eyebrow in a way that says "continue” as he turns to pour himself coffee.

“You hang out here a lot is all I was going to say.”

Bucky filled his mug as he contemplated her statement.

“Where else am I supposed to go?” He used to hang out with Sam between therapy appointments and missions, but he hasn’t heard from Sam in a while now that he’s thinking about it.

“No, nowhere. I’m just saying I don’t see you get out very often.” Yelena’s voice breaks his thoughts before they start to spiral. Maybe he should call Sam. 

“I do supply runs.”

“The grocery store doesn’t count. When was the last time you, I don’t know” she waved her free hand in the air, thinking of what she wanted to say, “.. had sexual relations?”  

The mug slipped out of Bucky’s hand, thankfully not breaking and only spilling a couple drops of coffee onto the counter top. “Huh? Since when do the Avengers care about other Avengers sex life?” 

“I’m sure Tony did.”

She probably had a point. Bucky rolled his shoulders back and looked out into the skyline. Between therapy, missions, and learning to function as a human again, it’s been a while to say the least. He tried to flirt with Sam’s sister, Sarah, but that only earned him a slap to the head and stern talking to from Sam. He tried to start something with the cashier down at the local bodega where the team gets their after-mission meals from, but the owner, the cashier’s dad, said he would take away their Avengers discount if he tried anything. He was tempted to push it, but the cashier said she was dating someone already anyway and slipped him an extra bag of M&Ms into his bag with a smile. Oh well, Bucky hopes they’re happy.

“So..” Oh right, there was a spider demanding his attention right now. 

“I don’t know, Yelena, you know I don’t remember much from Hydra.” Bucky hoped that bringing up the sensitive topic would be enough to deter the conversation but he forgot who he was talking to.

“I’m talking about since then, James.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes at the use of his first name and spun around to look at her. She tried to act uninterested in his answer by picking the polish off her nails, but he knew she wouldn’t let it go. Bucky let out a sigh and tried to rack his brain for the partners he has had. Dot, back in 1930ish, let him touch her breast once before being shipped off to war. Then, well, nothing he could remember. He used to be very familiar with his right hand but even that relationship has fizzled. 

Yelena was watching him again, her nail polish forgotten for the time being. He shrugged and looked out over the kitchen. She gasped and her eyes widened, “you really haven’t been with someone since you’ve been back?” Bucky gave her a “duh” look and finished off the rest of his coffee. “Why do you care?”

“Because, as leader of this team, I vow to make sure everyone is taken care of! You’re tense, I could see it last week!” The New Avengers really didn’t have a leader but Yelena claims to be when she wants something. “I was tense because Walker is a dumbass.”

It was Yelena’s turn to roll her eyes. She hopped off the table and came to stand next to Bucky. They would be shoulder to shoulder if Bucky wasn’t almost a foot taller. “Come out with us tonight, you never do.” The team goes down to the local bar almost every Saturday night. Bucky never went, claiming alcohol doesn’t affect him anymore, which isn’t a lie, but he knew sooner or later they would convince him to come anyway. He guessed now was that time. 

Bucky glanced at her out of the corner of his eye to find her staring directly at him. He sighed and reached a hand up to push his long hair back. He is about due for a cut. 

Finally, he nodded and Yelena hissed out a “Yess!!” then scurried away. Bucky looked at the time on the microwave clock and mentality counted the hours left until he had to face hell. He had about 10 hours to wallow about his decision.

10 hours came and went quickly. Before he knew it, he was showered, his hair was blowdried and shiny thanks to the products Yelena gifted him for his birthday and now he was staring at his all black closet, hoping an outfit would jump out and kill him. 

His eyes scanned the dark garments before settling on dark jeans, a black shirt and his leather jacket. It’s what he wears everyday but this time, he’ll spray cologne on himself to make it a fancy outfit. He grabbed his boots and set out to meet the rest of the crew who left over an hour ago, yelling at him to hurry his ass up.

The streets of New York felt like home to Bucky, but he knew how dangerous the dark alleyways could be. He cleaned Steve off too many dirty gravel grounds to think they were safe. And he wasn’t foolish to think that just because he lived in Stark Tower that the roads were safe outside his front door. 

Bucky made his way down the lit street, checking over his shoulder and down alleyways for any disturbances. The bar was about 5 blocks away, he could make it before having a panic attack. Surely. Therapy tried to fix that part of him but he believes the anxiety was born with him.

Bucky made it about 2 blocks before a scream and some shuffling reached his ears. He was now on high alert, looking for the cause of the commotion. The knife he kept up his sleeve slipped down into his hand as his eyes tracked up and down the street. It was empty of people. “Stop it!! Help me!!” came from just up ahead. It was a woman, Bucky could tell that much. He cautiously stepped towards the alleyway to his right. Bless the serum for sharpening his eyesight in darkness because he could easily see a man push the woman to the ground and cock a gun in her face. 

“Shut up, bitch, before you get us caught.” The man snarled and shook the gun in your face. He stumbled, clearly drunk. Being drunk and waving a gun around isn’t usually a good combo. Bucky strutted forward and grabbed the man’s arm as it swung backwards. Bucky twisted it and the man let out a sharp yelp of pain. Bucky grabbed the gun from the twisted hand and threw it somewhere behind him and pushed the guy to the ground.

He struggled to stand up but Bucky’s boot to the chest stopped him. 

“Come on, man. Nothing going on here, just let us be.” The man was struggling to catch his breath and talk at the same time. Bucky looked over to you who had pushed your back against the dirty wall. 

‘She shouldn’t be dirtying that pretty dress.’ Bucky thought to himself. The short blue dress fits you perfectly. His eyes reached your face and made eye contact with yours. His heart thumped against his chest, a feeling he hasn’t felt in a while. 

Bucky gave a slight uplift to his mouth, a sorry excuse for a smile but that’s all he could manage looking at a pretty girl. Damn, he used to be a charmer. He was about to ask you if you were hurt but the dumbass on the ground let out a groan then threw up. Bucky grimaced and lifted his foot off his chest so nothing got on himself. He looked back at you, who stood up and dusted yourself off, feeling confident that the drunk mess of a man wasn’t going to hurt you anymore, not while Bucky was around. 

He offered you his hand and you took it gently. Bucky could feel you shaking, but he thought better of squeezing your hand. He didn’t wanna scare you off. He led you towards the street light at the end of the alley. People were starting to emerge from the restaurants and bars that lined the streets, dinner time reaching an end. Bucky guided you to a bench outside a closed flower shop and sat you down. He sat down too, not wanting to hover. He watched as your eyes traced over the flower pots sitting next to the bench while you gathered your thoughts.

“Um, thank you for saving me..” your voice was timid and a little shaky but Bucky could see the color coming back to your face, so he wasn’t worried about you passing out on him. He smiled, a genuine smile this time, and shook his head. “It was really no problem, doll. Do you need someone to walk you home?” He internally cringed because of course you wouldn’t want a stranger to know where you lived. He back tracked, “I’m meeting a few friends at a bar down the street. I can get Yelena or Ava to walk you home.” He was a little selfish, but he wanted the extra few minutes with you by walking you to the bar. 

He saw a small smile pass across your lips, seemingly grateful that he offered to send you home with his female friends. You looked up at him and your eyes caught the light of the street lamp above and Bucky’s heart jumped again. What is going on?

“I would like that if you don’t care.” you said. You both stood up and Bucky pointed you to the right, leading you towards the bar. A breeze caught your hair and a waft of vanilla hit his senses and, well, other places. He paused and took a deep breath. No one has ever affected him this much. You noticed him pause and turned back towards him looking at him questionably. He smiled again, this time it probably looked more like a grimace, as he resumed his steps. 

The wind picked up again and Bucky noticed you shiver. One thing he remembered from the 30s is to offer your coat to a freezing gal. He didn’t forget everything. He shrugged off his coat and tapped you on the shoulder. You spun around and looked at him again. Bucky watched as your eyes traveled from his face, down his arm, then rested on the jacket in his hand. “Here, the wind is picking up and I run hot.” He doesn’t know why he told you that, but it made you smile and his heart pick up again. “Thank you..” She put her arms through the jacket and looked at him. Oh, you wanted a name. “You can call me, Bucky.”

 They continued walking and Bucky couldn’t stop staring at you from the corner of his eye. He kept telling himself to stop being a creep but you just looked so damn good in his jacket. It fits you well. You weren't swimming in it. It looked like you owned it and Bucky liked the thought of her owning his clothes more than having them swallow her up. Though he would like to swallow her.

They reached the bar before Bucky could fully form the thought of you wearing more of his clothes. He nodded at the guard at the front and stepped in. The music was low enough to talk over, but loud enough for silence to not be awkward. He found Yelena, Ava, Walker and Bob sitting towards the back. As he was making his way towards them, a large hand clasped his shoulder. “Bucky! You join us tonight! And with such a pretty lady, who is this!” Alexei’s voice boomed in Bucky’s ear. He winced from the sound and at the realization that he forgot to ask your name. Bucky’s wide eyes took in your expression. You looked happy, she was laughing. You reached out a hand to Alexei and introduced yourself.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. Bucky found me in an alleyway a few minutes ago,” you joked.

Alexei’s eyes pinballed between yours and Bucky’s and then busted out laughing. Alexei brought you two to the table and conversation halted at the sight of her. “Bucky made a friend!” The table erupted into cheers and Yelena scooted over to allow you to take a seat. “Join us!” She demanded. 

“Yelena, no, I was just coming to ask if you would take Y/N home.” He didn’t spare any details, but the hard look in Bucky’s eyes made Yelena pause. But you shocked him. He was shocked to see you sit down next to Yelena and introduce yourself to everyone, looking so at home in his jacket. Alexei pulled him down beside him and passed out the drinks he obtained from the bar.

 He kept his gaze on you for the rest of the time, though the bar closed only about an hour after you both arrived. You were cutting up and passing around jokes with his team. In his jacket. And sometimes, your foot would catch his and you would look up at him through your lashes and your lips would curl around the straw in your drink and Bucky’s thoughts would spiral again. He thought of you on your knees, looking up at him just like you are now. Your lips wrapped around something much bigger than that straw. Bucky was currently jealous of that straw.

The bartender signaled for last call and the team groaned. Everyone but Bucky. Bucky has been trying not to cream his pants since you sat down. His zipper is pressed in the perfect spot to rub against his cock every time he was moved and Alexei loved to push him when something was extra funny. Bucky felt guilty. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him, but he couldn’t help how he felt. 

The team made their way out of the bar so the staff could close, and you hung around Bucky, closely. “Y/N, we can take you home now.” Ava said, gesturing to her and Yelena. Yelena smiled and nodded. Bucky watched as you bit your lip and looked up at him. Good god, he’s not going to make it home. 

“Actually, I was hoping Bucky’s offer of him taking me home was still on the table..” Walker whistled and Bucky shot him a go to hell look before turning his attention back to you. You looked uncertain, scared he was going to turn you down. “Of course, whatever you want.” And he meant whatever you wanted. You could walk him like a dog and all he would do was bark. Your face lit up and you thanked the rest of the team for letting you crash their night. You were met with a chorus of  “anytime!” and a “let me get your number” from Yelena. 

After some goodbyes, you led Bucky down the street, informing him your apartment wasn’t too far away. Bucky gave you a tight lipped smile, mumbling a quick “not a problem, doll” but it was a problem. Because every step he took rubbed his zipper into his hard cock. He attempted to adjust himself after you turned around but he didn’t want to grope himself in public so he just had to deal with it. 

The walk to your apartment was over quicker than Bucky would have liked. You two spoke the entire walk which took his mind off his throbbing erection, thankfully. Bucky walked you up the steps to your apartment door. Bucky was glad to see the security measures in place here, but he knew they were expensive. He hoped you weren't struggling to afford it. The thought of moving you to the tower crossed his mind but he pushed it back. ‘Take her out for dinner first, geez,’ he thought to himself.

“Would you like a cookie? I baked them this morning…” Your voice trailed off and you were looking at him through your lashes again. ‘Fuck me, she bakes too’ he thought. 

Not one to disappoint you, he said yes and his heart thumped at the smile you gave. You led him into your apartment, the entryway opened straight into your living room. It was small but clean and filled with plants. ‘I guess the flowers from earlier calmed her down’ Bucky thought. 

“Take a seat, get comfy, I’ll be back!” You said as you kicked your shoes off. You didn’t take off his jacket and his cock twitched at the thought of taking it off himself. Bucky followed suit and toed his boots off, not wanting to get any mud on the fluffy rug you had underneath the coffee table. Bucky sat towards one side of the couch, leaving you space to sit. He took deep breaths to try and calm his racing heart but all he could smell was vanilla. He couldn’t get enough of it. 

You practically skipped back into the living room with a tray of cookies and settled into the couch, much closer to Bucky than he thought you would. You flipped on the TV to a random channel then turned to Bucky. You offered the tray and he took one. You followed suit, picking one up and taking a bite. You moaned slightly at the taste and the cookie paused halfway between Bucky’s mouth and the tray at the sound. It went straight to his cock. 

You laughed at yourself. “Sorry, I haven’t made these in so long, I forgot how good they were.” You were distracted by the TV and didn’t see how Bucky almost crushed the cookie in his fist. Bucky quickly ate the cookie to avoid any disasters and he’ll admit, it was the best damn cookie he ever had. Bucky mindlessly watched the TV, thoughts of you naked swirling in his head, not helping his boner problem. 

“So..” you startled Bucky out of his racing thoughts. He hummed and turned towards you. You were sitting with your legs tucked under you, the length of the dress showing off your thick thighs. Bucky wanted to die between those thighs. “Eyes up here, soldier.” You giggled and Bucky’s face turned beet red. “S-sorry” he coughed to clear his throat and looked you in the eyes. Your eyes traced his body. The black shirt doing nothing to hide the muscles bulging beneath it. You followed the dip of his abs down to the buckle of his pants, then followed the seam of his jeans to see his trapped cock straining against the fabric. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you took in the sight. He was so hard, yet, he wasn’t going to touch you without permission. That warmed your heart and your core.

You watched his cock twitch as you released your lip from your teeth and you glanced back up at him. Bucky had his eyes locked on to you. A bomb could go off and it wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. You could see the longing and desperation in his eyes. You knew who he was. The soldier. You watch the news. When he saved you earlier, the heat prickled at your core just seeing him break that guy’s arm. You didn’t know the guy and thankfully he didn’t hurt you, but you did appreciate Bucky breaking his arm. You were going to take him home to screw after a long week at work, but he couldn’t keep his hands to himself in public and that gave you the ick. Flash forward to now, and you hoped Bucky would be into filling the emptiness of your bed.

“I’ll be honest with you, Bucky. I was going to bring that guy home and fuck him,” Bucky tensed at the mention of the guy who almost hurt you but you settled him with a hand to his chest. Heat spread through Bucky at the contact. Has it really been that long that a simple touch was making him crazy? You continued, “but thanks to you, I won’t be messing around with a boy.” You smirked as you felt his heart rate kick up under your hand. You rubbed his chest and snaked your hand up and around his neck, playing with the strands at the base of his skull. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, but opened quickly, not wanting to miss a second of what you’re doing. You scooted closer on the couch, your body now pushing against the side of him and your vanilla shampoo filled his brain. 

“I’ve been really lonely these past few weeks, Bucky, and I reallyyy need someone to take care of me, are you the man for that?” You purred against his ear and gently tugged on the strands of hair, testing the waters. Bucky moaned at the sting and you felt his body relax back into the couch, his head falling back into your hand. “I can try..” he grunted out, “but…” he cleared his throat and looked down at you, “it’s been awhile…”. You grinned and cooed at him, “It’s okay, baby, you’ll try your best right?” 

You don’t know where this dominance is coming from, but seeing Bucky almost losing it already to the lightest of touches was enough to turn you to goo. Bucky whimpered and his cock twitched again, “I’ll make you feel good, please.” You rewarded him with a scratch to the back of his neck and climbed onto his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs. Bucky let out a loud moan and gripped your hips, helping you settle. You found his lips, kissing him gently, giving him space to pull away. He didn’t want that. His hand flew to the back of your head, pinning you to him, deepening the kiss. 

His other hand made its way under his jacket you were still wearing and rested on your back. Your hands found their way back to his hair, pulling groans from his mouth with every tug. The kiss only broke because of your need for air and you both were huffing. His hand kept you close and he nosed along your neck, spreading burning kisses across your collarbone and up to your ear where he groaned, “do you know what seeing you in my jacket did to me?” You did, but you shook your head, wanting him to answer. “I’ve been hard for hours, doll. I could blow right fucking now.” 

“Really?” you faked innocence, choosing now as the perfect time to lower your core to his, grinding slowly across his cock. “Fuck!” he groaned out, sounding like you just knocked the breath out of him. You giggled, and trailed kisses of your own across his neck. He let you, leaning his head back to give you more room. You kept your hips moving slowly, his hands now squeezing your hips hard, not stopping you from moving. He was whimpering and moaning, letting out a little “ah ah ah!” and “fuck baby”s as you moved your hips. At some point, he removed your jacket and he took turns biting and sucking on your exposed shoulder. 

You were lost in your own world, listening to his moans and whines about how fucking good your pussy feels on him. You were soaked and you wouldn’t be surprised if his jeans were wet. You were about to lean up and recommend this continue upstairs when a sharp whine reached your ears. It shocked you, thinking you hurt him. Strong arms locked around your waist and you felt Bucky thrust up into hard. Heat spread below you and his cock twitched endlessly. You thought you heard pleas of “I’m sorry, fuck, so sorry” through his moans that were being direced into your neck. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair and told him how good he was making you feel, which just prolonged his orgasm. His hips kept thrusting up into you, rubbing your clit through your panties. ‘Shit, this might make me cum too’ you thought.

Finally, he came back to you. He brought his face out of your neck, he looked embarrassed and upset. He avoided eye contact with you and attempted to set you on the couch beside him. You wouldn’t let him. You locked your legs around his waist and gently tilted his head up to meet your eyes. “Bucky..” 

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbled as he swallowed and looked at you. You couldn’t tell if the red on his face was embarrassment or from his orgasm. “Feel better?” You couldn’t help but tease him but you settled the sting with a hard kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he spoke, “I’m really sorry, doll. I just haven’t been touched in so long.” You didn’t like how ashamed he looked. That was hot as fuck. You brushed the stray strands of his hair out of his face and cupped his cheeks. You gave him a wide smile and kissed him again. Slowly this time. Wanting him to feel how much you liked him.

“Don’t apologise for that, honey. It was hot getting a guy off without lifting a finger.”

He chuckled at that and looked over your face, taking it in. “I guess it’s time I return the favor.” The world spun around as he flipped you on your back flat on the couch. He knelt between your spread thighs and took in your red face, your chest rising and falling with each breath you took and the damp spot on your underwear- which he was honored to find out was the same shade of blue as your dress. He smiled at that. 

Bucky ran his hands up and down your thighs before they came to rest at the apex, right next to where you wanted him the most. You whined out a “Bucky, please” and pushed your hips up towards his touch. Bucky hid a smile by biting his lip and hummed. “What do you want?” Now, he wanted to tease. You whined again and reached down and moved your own panties to the side, using two fingers to spread your pussy open, exposing how wet and ready you were for him to his own eyes. 

Bucky groaned at the sight. “Look at that, baby. You spreading yourself so I can see?” He husked out and removed your hand from your pussy before you could touch yourself more. You whined at the loss of contact but he quickly replaced your fingers with his own. Two of his thick fingers found your entrance, and scooped up some slick, spreading it up to your clit. You blushed as your legs fell impossibly wider. He chuckled at your eagerness and continued to put pressure on your clit. “How’s that feel, baby? Is that better?” You nodded, throwing your head back with a moan. He trailed his fingers back down to your entrance, inserting his middle finger inside. You arch your back into his hand. It’s been months since someone else has touched you there. You tell him such in a moan, and you see his eyes grow impossibly darker. “Good, because I wanna be the only person you’re thinking of right now. I want you to think of me every time you go to touch this little pussy.” 

You moaned and arched your back again, his finger speeding up inside of you. You beg him for more, which he gives with a “only the best for my girl” and inserts his middle finger into the mix and pushes them back in together. The fingers pause once they’re all the way in and you don’t have the time to voice your disappointment as a warm mouth makes contact with your clit. Your hips go to jolt off the couch but his metal hand keeps you in place. 

Bucky starts the suction on your clit at the same time he resumes fucking your pussy with his fingers. You’re moaning, whining and squirming, he’s brought you to the edge so fucking fast that you can’t breath. His fingers nor mouth ease in their actions, forcing you into one of the best orgasms of your life. 

Bucky feels you clinch around his fingers and he moans around your clit in your mouth, fueling the fire in your gut. Your legs are shaking around his head and your hands are attempting to push his mouth away but he only lets up when your whines turn a little pained. 

He sits up and wipes his mouth with the bottom of his shirt, exposing his abs and vline to you. If you weren’t so fucked out, you would admire it more. “You okay, baby? Where’s the bathroom?” You nod and lazily point down the hall. Bucky laughs and gets up. He shushes you when you whine and he comes back quickly with a warm wash cloth. He cleans you up and sets you up against him, rubbing his hands up and down your legs to encourage the feeling to come back to them. You yawn.

“Where’s your bed, doll?” You manage a smirk and point upstairs. He rolls his eyes at your smirk and picks you up bridal style. His smile softens at the way you curl up into him. He finds your bedroom and places you down on the ground after you whine about needing to find clothes. He would rather you be naked but it’s your home, your rules. He watches as you pick out underwear and a big t-shirt and backs up towards the door. You look at him and knit your eyebrows together, “you leaving? You can stay here.” You nod towards the bed. He wants to, but he kinda still has a mess in his pants. You see his hesitation. Then remember. You laugh and grab a pair of boxers from another drawer and throw it at him. His eyebrows shoot up and you explain, “my brother left them here years ago, they’re clean.” 

He looks at the boxers in disgust but he realises that it’s his way of being able to stay. You gesture to the ensuite bathroom and pull the covers back on the bed and get in. Bucky changes and comes back to find you on your side, facing away from the empty side of the bed. He gets in and gently puts his arm around your waist. He relaxes once you mold yourself into his body. Bucky hasn’t slept this well since the war.

[buuniebaby]

hamzah x reader sexting headcannons ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

includes: implied virgin hamzah, obvi nsfw, mentions of nudes n porn, female reader

i was high while i wrote this so sorry if it sucks el oh el

- this man goes ALL OUT when it comes to sexting. it’s surprising knowing that you’re the first girl he’s been with after seeing the way he talks.

- always praising you. that boy thinks you’ve got the prettiest face in the world, even during sex. when he’s horny, he doesn’t ask for nudes, (although he definitely wouldn’t turn them down 🤭) he asks for pictures of your face because you’re just that beautiful to him.

- definitely nervous at first, but once you’re into it, so is he.

- will get detailed once he’s comfortable. once you’ve got him riled up, if u ask him what he wants to do to u, he’ll give u whole PARAGRAPHS of the fantasies he has about you.

- although hamzah years ago promised himself in his head he would never send nudes, you tempted him a little too much.

- he sends nut vids. with audio. and warns u first ! 😊

- when you guys aren’t together and he misses you, he knows exactly how to make himself feel better. you’ll be out hanging out with your friends when suddenly you’ve got a text from him reading something along the lines of “dont open in front of anyone lol.”

- after you sneak off to the bathroom, you open the text up to a minute long video of him, laying in bed, sweatpants and boxers just slightly pulled down. he lazily strokes himself, but gets more intense the longer the video goes on. as he inches closer to finishing, he softly mutters your name as well as faint swears as he desperately fucks into his hand and cums.

- before dating you, he had a bad habit of watching a lot of porn.. but he doesn’t need that anymore. you’re his own personal pornstar.

- on the topic of porn, one of his biggest fantasies is making a tape between you two… but that could be its own set of hcs 🫣

- he loves when you really try to explore the things he’s into. since he didn’t have much experience before you, there are a lot of things he’s eager to try that he’s seen online or in porn. obviously he would never participate in anything against your boundaries, but he’s definitely here for it if you’re interested in his kinks.

i am so down bad for this man it’s not even funny. i need him!!! 😊 so bad!!!! 😊 anyways erm ill write like anything for him as long as its x fem reader thanku baiii

[wishing-on-a-staranise]

Driving lesson.

(best friend!s.h. x gn!reader)

summary: Your best friend Steve offered to teach you driving but the lesson led to him learning a bit more about you.

warning: use of y/n, best friend!Steve (can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic), hurt/comfort, mention of past sa when r was a minor, quite possibly inaccurate description of cars

word count: 2k+

a/n: oops we're getting vulnerable! I'm so sorry to anyone who relates to this, wish I could hug y'all <3

this was almost going to be in my desi!reader series but i changed my mind. Havent been able to get any sort of writing done so i consider this a win. 

bro i dont know shit about cars and im also guessing how miles work so sorry if this doesn't make sense :( I spent way too long trying to figure out what the oh shit bar is actually called and let me tell u grab handles is an awful name

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the neighborhood is practically empty this time around save for the occasional person every now and then. but Steve reckons this is as safe as it gets.

he's not in his usual driver's seat, right now it's occupied by you. you're grinning a little, excited and nervous. he's helped adjust the seat so it is more comfortable for you, with the seat pulled much closer to the steering wheel. you'd already put your seatbelt on and adjusted the rearview mirror atleast four times already. 

it was your suggestion. you had pointed out that he must get really tired always driving everyone around. And although he wouldn’t say that he was tired, but he wouldn’t mind someone sharing the responsibility with him every now and then. 

You’d told him that you were already aware of all the basics– the accelerator, the break, the clutch, the gears, the entire thing.

“wait, how do you know all that?”

“I tried learning at around 16 but… i gave up”, you'd shrugged.

“yeah, that does sounds exactly like you”, he'd teased with his signature smirk.

“ha. ha. fuck you”, you deadpanned smacking his bicep before you both fell into giggles.

He decides to still tell you everything from the start. “Because I don't trust you.” And you proceeded to roll your eyes through it all. 

By the time he actually let you turn the ignition, an hour had already passed. 

Though the shifting of gears is a little janky, and the way you push the brakes has him grabbing the 'oh shit' bar beside him. He has to admit, you are not too bad.

“How am I doing?” you ask about a few minutes in, glancing at him once before your eyes fall back on the road.

he makes a sort of 'meh' sound, “Not awful”

“Should I shift to the third?”

“Sure”, he shrugs. but all that non-chalance fades away when your hand moves to the gear, “now, lift the clutch slowly”, he warns.

you suppress the urge to fully give him a glare and rolling your eyes again, “I know”

he clicks his tongue, “Do you?”

“don't tempt me to crash this car, harrington", you threaten jokingly before shifting the gear.

“Hmm,” he hums as if surprised at the smoothness of the action, and you can't help but grin in pride, “not bad this time”

a few minutes pass and Steve can tell you're getting confident, maybe too confident. You're nearing a 40mph. which first, is too fast for where you're driving and second, youre not good at controlling the car at this speed yet. and you're not awful, but you're not amazing either, “Easy buddy, slow down, you’re swaying”, his hand flies to the steering to adjust.

“shit– “, you readjust your grip, knuckles tightening around the wheel, “Ok, ok, i got it.” you lift your foot from the accelerator and the car slows down to a speed that doesn't give Steve severe heart palpitations. 

he sighs as his grip finally loosens as his palm slips down to your knee, squeezing to still reassure and ground you, “Lets not go more than 35 for now.” he doesn't notice you stiffen underneath his palm.

“you're swaying again”, you hear him say as his other hand moves to readjust. his left hand still on your knee. but it all sounds so far away. 

your throat dries up, you gulp. fingers tighten around the steering wheel so hard they hurt.

you know it's not him. this is Steve. your best friend, Steve Harrington. but suddenly this is all too similar. and you freeze up.

you two have been way closer than this. you've given each other spine crushing hugs, piggyback rides, even literally play fought, but for some reason the hand on the knee is too close. too much.

your heart plummets and you can't fucking breathe.

and you know Steve would not mean it that way. you know Steve like the back of your hand. He’d never hurt you. He'd never hurt anyone. you try to push it away, you really do. But it consumes you. all of you. because wasn't he also never supposed to hurt you?

and suddenly you're alone in a car with a man you were supposed to trust. and though his hand stays on your knees, suddenly you feel a phantom touch riding up your thighs and suddenly you're 16 again. and suddenly you know nothing. 

“Can you move your hand?”, your words come out all rushed, your brain barely even registering that you said anything.

with his eyes still on the road ahead of you two, he realigns the car, “I'm adjusting the–”

you don't even realise that you're not even looking at the road anymore, you're not looking at Steve either. you don't know where you're looking, all that exists is the hand on your knees and that sinking feeling, “move your hand Steve–”

“hey woah, WOAH!” it's Steve shouting that finally pulls you out of your stupor and when you look up, you find the car actively veering towards a tree, “LOOK OUT!”, he pulls up the manual handbreak, your own feet slamming down on the brakes as well as the vehicle comes to a screeching halt.

it's quiet. 

your eyes start stinging. and it's not because your almost crashed the car.

you can't breathe, you can't fucking breathe. you need to leave, you need to–

“jesus, what are you doing? we could've crashed into the–” you unfasten your seatbelt before scrambling to get out of the car as Steve calls after you, “hey, wh– where are you–?” with shaky hands, you slam the door behind you.

Steve's brows scrunch before he runs his hand through his hair. he watches as you pace by the sidewalk. he turns off the car before he glances at you again and he finds you sitting under the same tree you almost crashed into with your head in your palms.

when he climbs out of the car and comes closer to you, he hears the muffled sound of you hyperventilating through your hands.

gravel crunches under his shoes as he makes his way to you.

“hey”, he starts, unsure, lightly tapping your shoe with his to make you look up at him. You take one last deep breath in before swiping the back of your hand across your face but it does nothing to hide your tear stained cheeks. You still don’t look up at him though, your red eyes trained on his shoe that had tapped yours. 

he lets out a sigh himself before sitting down by the roots of the tree beside you. you wrap your arms around his knees. it's quiet for a while that way with the leaves rustling in the wind above you, chirping of a bird and your sniffles that you try your best to quiet down. Steve nudges you with his shoulder when you have quieted down, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted. but you gotta keep your eyes on the road okay?”

you nod meekly, “okay”, the word comes out thick.

“hey, c’mere”, he tries shifting to engulf you in one of his warm hugs. and any other moment you would've welcomed that warmth with literal open arms but right now, you're afraid it'd suffocate you so you get up.

“... can we…”, you lick your lips, still stiff, still avoiding his gaze, “can you drop me home? please?”

he gets up as well, brushing dirt off his jeans, trying to catch your gaze but when he couldn't, he nods, “yeah, yeah sure.”

the drive back is silent, you wordlessly sit on the backseat. throughout steve tries to meet your eyes through the rearview mirror only to find your eyes trained either down on your lap or out the window.

when he stops in your driveway, he finally breaks the silence, “we're here.”

you only sniffle in response before stepping out of the car. he has his window rolled down when you shut the car door.

“hey, are you okay?” he asks unsure.

“yeah-", you clear your throat, turning around and your gaze finally meeting his. your eyes aren't red anymore but they still look puffy and if he didn't know you as well as he did, he would notice that you're trying to put on a smile, "yeah I'm okay.. just–”

“what happened back there?”

“nothing, I got too nervous", you shake your head. not knowing what to do with your hands, they fidget with your sleeves, "I think I'll stay away from driving”

“you're fine, it was a one time thing. you didn't mean for it to happen–”

“i wasn't looking at the road”

“trust me, I've done a lot worse, while driving this thing”

“ew”

“what? I didn't even say anything, you're minds in the gutter, bud." he says lightly to soothe your puffy eyes. his finger drums against the steering, "'ll see you later, yeah?”

you nod your head quick, offering another unsure but genuine smile, "mhm, movie night tomorrow?”

“yeah.”

…

it's been nearly a week since that driving lesson. it's also been as long as you've abandoned your designated front passenger seat. 

everything else is the same, you still laugh at his jokes so hard you tear up, lean on him when watching a movie. have movie nights at his place. he still picks you up from work. you still give him snacks for his shift. everything is the same. except you have given up your unofficially default seat. if the car is packed with the party and robin, you take the back seat but even if it's just the two of you, you still take the back seat. 

Steve doesn't know how to bring it up. but he has to. he doesn't know what's going on with you but he knows you all too well. he knows how you are when something is bothering you. he just doesn't know how to bring it up.

“i was thinking..”, he starts as you two walked around your neighborhood.

“that's never good”, you chuckle, kicking a pebble as you walk.

“yknow, I'll be free after work tomorrow. maybe we can, yknow do that driving lesson?”

you stiffen up beside him before stopping in your track. “Steve, I told you–”

“did I do something?” he questions, stopping as well.

“what? …no-”

"is it because I shouted?”

“no, you were right, I almost crashed the car”

“I don't care. you made one mistake, that doesn't mean you've fucked up forever. you wanted to learn”

“yeah, and– and now I don't”

“why?”

“I–”

“give me a reason, any reason”

“I don't know”

“why don't you sit on the front seat anymore?”

“I–", you start but stop when your voice cracks. fuck, why is this getting to you so much lately? it's been fucking ages. “I don't know”, you complete your sentence, frustrated, before sitting on the curb near your house.

you're looking down at your nails, picking at the skin with your legs splayed out in front of you when steve wordlessly sits beside you. you sniffle, “I'm sorry”, murmuring as you put your head on his shoulder.

he tries to put a reassuring hand on your knees but you tense up again. you almost squirm away from his warm palm before taking it in your hand instead.

you have to tell him. you know you should. you should tell someone. doesn't matter how long ago it happened.

it's like a lump stuck in your throat, can't swallow it, can't cough it out.

But you have to start. where do you even start?

“I... I don't like that”, you say, eyes still trained down.

“oh”, you wonder if you should say more, if you should tell him, hell, you're surprised it took so long in your friendship for it to come up.

you lick your lips, wondering if you should explain more. "when I was 16--" but the lump in your throat stays persistent, your tongue tied. you blink back tears, biting your lips.

in the way he holds you at this moment, you wonder if he just knows somehow, whatever it is that is in your mind. maybe not the details or maybe not even your situation but he knows you're hurting. somehow he just knows.

“M’sorry”, you say again, burying your nose into the crook of his neck.

“no, no– is– is this okay?” he carefully moves to hug you.

“yes”, you say quickly before wrapping your arms around him as well. you sniffle again, “sorry, I don't know why I…”

“it's okay, you're okay”, his warm palm rubs your back as he holds you as if he's protecting you from any further harm. your fists clutch the fabric of his polo shirt, you're fucking shaking in his arms.

“y/n, you could've told me”

“it-it's not that easy”, you stutter out.

“well… I'm glad you've told me now”

you nod, trying your best to gulp down anymore sobs, “I might never learn how to drive.”

“that's okay, I'll drive you. wherever you need to go, I'll drive you”

…

[cloudcountry]

Yooooooo happy to see that field of mistria are making you happy ^-^ i'd like to request reader helping march dye his hair ( lots of bickering and threatening to turn him pink instead ) but since ik you don't really like him and might not feel inspired here's another idea ( choose whichever one you feel most comfortable writing for ) how about flower picking with Celine :)

SUMMARY: when the saturday market can't come to town, you offer to help march dye his hair instead

COMMENTS: no pls wifey im very much joking w you i like march :(( hes just a bitch and im going to stab him. with a plastic sword. gently.

i dont have dividers so i am recycling my header ITS FINE DONT WORRY ABOUT IT

“Ow, would you quit pulling my hair like that?” March groans, shooting you a dirty look over his shoulder, “For all that skill you claim to have you don’t act—”

“Oh will you hush?” you huff, gently tugging on a handful of March’s hair on purpose, “If you stopped squirming and whining, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad!”

He grumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch, but you’re far too busy sectioning off his surprisingly thick hair to prepare for the (tacky) bright red hair dye.

“Why the fuck is your hair so thick?” you comment, very much amused.

“Oh shut up.” March snaps, “If I could reach back there and grab a fistful of your hair to yank around I would, you little—”

You click your tongue, interrupting him once again. “Worry about yourself, March. Wouldn’t want my hand to slip and for you to end up with pink hair, now would we?”

He grumbles again, and you giggle.

It occurs to you that, if anyone were to overhear this conversation, they’d assume you and the blacksmith were a hair’s breath away from killing each other.

You pat yourself on the back for the winning pun you just made. Holt would be proud.

“Oi, I can feel your smugness from here. Whatever you’re thinking about, it’s making me sick.”

“I was just thinking about you.” you comment offhandedly, snatching up the bottle of dye flippantly, “You must be pretty awful if you make yourself sick.”

“Don’t say shit like that, it’s weird.” he crosses his arms in his chest and sinks into the chair, his back hunched as if trying to make himself smaller.

You wonder why he’s shriveling up now. Normally he'd return your scathing insult.

Instead of asking, you opt not to. You pop the cap off the dye bottle and start applying it to his scalp, massaging it into the roots. You try not to feel smug about the way March so obviously relaxes, shoulders dropping and head falling into your touch, his breathing shifting from frustrated to calm.

You also try not to feel warm about the way he looks right now, vulnerable and soft, you try not to think about how it’s just the two of you here, with his brother who knows where, and you try not to think about the very tempting open space of his forehead, which is finally not all wrinkly for once.

You don’t want to smooth over those wrinkles with your thumb at all. And you certainly do not want to kiss them after a hard day’s work.

Even when he’s sweaty.

Especially when he’s sweaty.

You cough loudly into your arm, trying your best not to squirm where you’re standing, lest you mess up March’s hair.

Fully expecting him to turn around and scold you for ruining the moment, you’re surprised when he doesn’t move.

“You’re such a weirdo.” he says, but his voice his soft and there’s no real bite to them.

The smile that threatens to burst out of you is barely held back by your desire to keep the solemn, dare you say affectionate atmosphere going.

“So are you.” you reply, and your voice is equally as soft.

March snorts, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was a genuine laugh.

[horrorknife]

handing you the microphone. tell me more about hoffheight.

oh Man. you dont even know what u have done........

ok so um . i think that there are a myriad of interesting ways for them to Meet each other but i think their relationship for the most part stays consistent. i've done a lot of thinking and Rp Writing for this because i am . Insane LOL

at first i just thought they'd have interesting interactions but the more i thought about it the more i realized that they are both a) the Most prey animal of the jigsquad (i count adam by proxy because. he has to be in order for my nefarious deeds to work. but that's a whole other topic i can't get into here lol) and b) the same type of defensive and angry person who is really just terrified at the world around them.

adam's strongest (onscreen) bond is lawrence (altho i am tempted 2 say he is the deepest bond he has. genuinely. lol cant get into that here either tho) and mark's is angelina. both of them are forcefully ripped away from them, and both of them deal w it by turning to Anger. (no one lets adam be fucking mad enough. well enough i say. im here to fix the softboy fandomification of this guy.) i think they could find a good common ground after getting to know each other.

at first i think adam really enjoys trying to poke at hoffman to get reactions, and hoffman is so annoyed but also intrigued because he does Not get this guy. so they treat each other like culture samples in petri dishes for a while. at first its just like smoke breaks or adam (who is actually p adept at engineering after learning some of it) helping mark fix things on his prototypes. they just chat idly or enjoy the silence, and both of them are constantly internally like This Is So Weird But I Actually Kind Of Like Being Around You

i like to think their relationship isn't really romantic but it's not platonic either. if they were NORMAL people it would be a qpr but they're fucking crazy people so it's just a weird situationship. they love and care for each other a LOT a lot a lot. i like to think adam is hoffman's little pet cat and he's always giving him pepper spray and new knives and shit for self defense bc he's incredibly protective of him. i don't think he'd like the idea of lawrence coming around and interacting w adam again because he had to see adam struggle and help him recover from the emotional damage lawrence did to him.

i also think that while adam does round hoffman's sharp edges out just a little, it's much more interesting to explore how mark's influence makes adam More violent (bc hes already predisposed to violence and i think mark could absolutely capitalize on that)

i could say so much more about them adkjfngjkfn but ummmm. to tie this post off have this hoffheight hoffman doodle i did for a warmup last night

edit: oh and i should really mention that they are constantly up and down w each other, those 2 men have such short tempers that they would absolutely fight and argue and yell at each other. theyre explicitly toxic for each other as all saw ships should be. this is necessary.

[swifty-fox]

MOTA Hockey AU, so tell me about Buck and Bucky's first kiss! Or when they realize they're gonna date :D

OOO okay well this may be subject to change once i start writing (I dont control the characters they control me)

but I think that Bucky kinda makes a real ass of himself at first (SHOCKING)

As i've said, Gale kinda corners Bucky for a quick n dirty long before they're even friends and once they're in the same team Bucky is relentless in his teasing of Buck about it (in situations where he doesnt risk outing him) he's also REAL interested in that happening again please and thank you. Big Buck is pretty much like 'fuck off and fuck you (not sexy' for much of it.

Because it's a new team they do a lottery system for rooming together when traveling in hotels and Buck and Bucky by some weird twist of fate (author loving cliches) they draw straws to room together at least for the first season. This creates a lot of negative tension just due to their different game-day rituals as i went into but also because Bucky continues to hit on gale and try to tempt him into bed. It kinda has the opposite effect and kinda scares the fuck out of Buck and it kinda all comes to a head where a bit too drunk Bucky's trying all his moves in the book and he's kinda got Buck semi cornered in the room and while he isn't doing anything past the line of consent he DOES finally fucking realize "oh this isnt Gale playing a game or playing hard to get I am genuinely making him uncomfortable"

Cue him feeling awful. Cue him going to Curt to be like 'uh i really fucked up bad'

Cue curt threatening to knock Bucky's fake teeth in if he doesn't apologize and leave that boy alone because what the fuck Bucky.

and Bucky's a good guy he is and he genuinely feels so bad and slimy because he's like a dog with a bone and he let it go to far so next time he and Gale are in the hotel room he apologizes with his whole chest and promises he's done. "No more hitting on you. We're teammates and that's it. On my Ma's grave."

And Bucky keeps his word! He stops with the flirtation (past general hockey flirting you see between teammates) he stops propositioning him. He stops turning his music up louder during pre-game prep every time he sees Gale twitch with annoyance. And I think when he gives Gale that space he does the best thing he could have done and gives Gale the opportunity to actually know John. To work with him and bond with him and they start creating a really beautiful friendship out of it.

I think fast forward to their second year playing together. It's not a playoff game, the're well off from that but it has been an unusually rough game. Curt was ejected for a dirty hit and then mouthing off to the ref, Croz got pulled from second line to fill in Curts spot and he's honestly doing better than people expected but he doesnt play with Rosie and Buck usually and it's showing.

Buck lost a tooth after a nasty high-stick and his jaw is going to be BRUISED tomorrow. Both their first line D-men are down with injury so it's the rookies. They're fighting for their LIVES and man they somehow manage to eek out that win and it's just exhilerating. Buck and Bucky are in the middle of the celly pile and their masks are pressed together and they're just grinning and staring into eachothers eyes.

Later they're the last two in the locker room and Gale grabs John and pushes him against the wall in the deepest most passionate kiss that John literally almost goes weak at the knees. He's never been kissed like that before in his life.

I don't think after that they have like a "we are boyfriends" conversation. But they do end up together. They're rooming together at that point full time and slowly but surely Gale just starts spending every night in John's bed

[kindestofkings]

a mastermind [1]

ryan mcmahon x reader

faceclaim:phoebe bridgers

authors note: k so this is kinda an all over the place fic but I had a lot of fun making it so ENJOY! @orangeinecstasy a fellow ryan appreciator, thanks for the brainstorming 🫡

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1975fan1 since when have they confirmed they're dating??

ynhealytruther

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ynhealytruther this is confirmation right?? they HAVE to be dating

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ynfan1 ah I really hope not he's kinda old for her no?

1975fan2 yeah tbf it is like 10 years or something...

1975fan1 I hope so they are the definition of bi panic

1975fan2 ew hope not shes kinda ugly

ynhealytruther absolutely no yn slander excepted here! move on with your hate

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yourusername someone just said stop writing songs about sad things and blowjobs. best joke I've ever heard!

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trumanblack over my dead boy

yourusername pleaseeee dont tempt me with a good time 😍

1975fan1 are you guys dating?? just confirm it already

1975fan2 class music video!!

ynfan1 please date someone else, hes too old for you!!

bobbyskeetz just added to their story!

man's (celeb) crush is in a relationship (we think) so he's turning to the drink 😔

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inhalerfan1 its yourusername isn't. cause same joshjenkinson_ cause there was defo a chance before hand!

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ynfanclub guys I'm at yourusernames's secret session ah! look this is her face when people asked if she was dating matty. adorble!!! and THEN HE CAME OUT AND THEY SANG JESUS CHRIST 2005

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ynhealytruther oh what a day !!!

ynhealytruther my literal parents

ynfan1 hes literal so old ewww

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trumanblack just friends.

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yourusername dw guys he checked my id AND sang robbers beforehand !!

rass75 have you two ever been serious about anything in your lives? yourusername what do you mean I'm taking this job of being matthew healy's controversially young alleged girlfriend VERY SERIOUSLY 😤 trumanblack serious is my middle name mate 😍🔥🤠😎 rass75 why did I even ask....

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yourusername Ireland I am in you. and loving you as per usual! my (second) favourite Irish artist asked me to stop by at his home gig 😢 so so honoured andrew <3

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ynfan1 I cant believe this, I'M GOING TO HIS SHOW TOMORROW NIGHT!!!

lucydacus parents.

ynfan2 you said it.

inhalerfan1 bestie for research purposes I need to know who's your fav??

yourusername hmmm research purposes you say .... 🤔 inhalerfan1 ahhh hi omgomgomgomg hello

bobbyskeetz huh @ryanmcmahon_15 see this?

yourusername just added to their story!

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inhalerfan1 OH FUCK YES I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!! inhalerfan1 thank you for answering my question &lt;3 elijahhewson honoured! are you here long? we've a drummer who's a big fan of yours, we could all link up for drinks ? ↳ hi! sounds so fun, I'm here till saturday actually so i've got time! presuming you guys know the best spot for a pint 👀 ↳ elijahhewson sir mcmahon knows the place!

joshjenkinson_ just added to their story!

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ryanmcmahon_15 im never coming down from this. and I'll never stop talking about it

elijahhewson still havent recovered from the incredibly girlish scream he let out hahah

bobbyskeetz a king, ill never question him again

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yourusername psa: offically go ON THE RECORD that I am not dating anyone of these wonderful human beings that are my friends. although they are very beautiful and even hotter, we're all just a homies that are a lil bit fruity 💅

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trumanblack wait what?? I thought we were married? what am I telling the kids ???

yourusername tell em their mother is in her hot girl era and their dad's a LOSER

bedfordanes75 you are such a mystery, how does your brain work 🤔

ynhealytruther nooooooo NO say sike rn RIGHT NOW

1975fan1 yay! theres still a chance 😎

inhalerfan1 oh this is really feeding my delusions hehehe

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y'all are gonna be so proud I'm off to go SOCIALISE with NEW people ahh 🔥🔥

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trumanblack ooh is this the drinks with bono's sons band? ↳ yourusername you betcha, trading in the nepo baby in my life for a newer model xx rass75 I cannot believe you manifested this. go get that celeb crush ↳ yourusername welll if you insist ! ynfan1 you are soooooo me coded hahahha

AHH how we doing?? Go read part two please 🫶🏼

part 2

[skyechild]

Athazagoraphobia:

(noun) The fear of being forgotten.

𖤐Summary: there was only one think that scares you the most, its being forgotten. Slowly drifting away from people you loved the most.

𖤐Pairing: ateez x reader

𖤐Genre: angst

𖤐Word count: 1.3k

𖤐Warnings: none, only angst and cursing, established

𖤐 network and tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky /

𖤐: Authors notes: i hurt myself writing this tbh. I might write a pt.2 if asked

You bit your lip, looking at the table then your drink. You had already started getting the pitiful looks. The ones dedicated to when someone gets stood up. You glanced down at your phone. The shop was closing in 15 minutes. You clenched your fists, a glossy sheen covering your eyes.

Standing up you bowed towards the staff, refusing to make eye contact. "Thank you and im sorry." You left, barely remembering the bags you had gotten for your boyfriends. The doorbell going off just sending your mood plummeting even more. You rubbed your eyes with your forearm since your hands were occupied.

Walking towards the shared apartment you unlocked it. You were half tempted to break everything you gotten gotten for them. a few records for Hongjoong, a new lego set for Seonghwa, a puppy plushie with a slytherin scarf around the neck for Yunho. Yeosang had something you commissioned from someone. It was a beautiful bracelet, 9 charms dangling from the silver. Yeosang's skin was always sensitive to a lot of accessories.

San got a little mountain keychain and a custom plushie of byeol. (you loved that cat and always joked about stealing her.) Mingi got a small necklace then ended right at his sternum, the sun and moon hanging from it. Wooyoung got a book of 'coupons' that he could use all year and the one item he has been wanting for months. Jongho got a new hoodie (because you stole most of his.) and a plushie of a bear. But they were too expensive.

You opened the door, hearing the loud voice of Wooyoung followed by the others laughter. Purposely slamming the door to signal your arrival. You heard the living room go silent, the air tense as you kicked on your shoes. Walking around the corner you held back the tears as you noticed one of your friends on the couch. You had introduced them a few months ago and you you were happy they got along.

But then they started drifting away. Forgetting important dates, times you were supposed to go somewhere. With their excuse of 'we didnt notice the time go by.' You shook your head, sighing. You threw the bags onto the couch, landing in the lap of Yeosang and Mingi. "Get out. All of you. Go stay somewhere else for tonight." Your voice was curt and cold. Eyes blank but watery. "I dont want to see you guys tonight." You dropped your backpack before walking towards your bedroom.

You heard the silence before you heard the whispers, footsteps moving around and you only heard one pair leaving. You locked your door as soon as you heard footsteps get close, followed by soft knocking. "Y/n?" You snapped, turning to face the door. "Go the fuck away Seonghwa." You hissed, hitting the door, hearing the soft gasp.

Seonghwa knew they fucked up. There was no nickname. No 'Hwa'. No, there was anger, rejection and sadness. "You guys always fucking forget something. Am i really the one you guys are dating? Or is it Sujin? You're spending so much time with her that i dont know what we are anymore. Maybe this relationship was a mistake." It was quiet again, footsteps freezing in place.

Did you really think that? Hongjoong pushed Seonghwa out of the way, jiggling the door handle. "Open the door Y/n. Please?" You shook your head, momentarily forgetting they couldnt see you. "I really dont want to see any of you." Hongjoong huffed. "You dont mean that." You sat on your bed, laying on your stomach, opting to not answer. "Y/n open this door or im going to break it down."

The words contradicted the tone in San's voice. His voice was soft and worried. Oh so now theyre caring. You scoffed, turning your head the other way, refusing the urge to answer. Dont you fucking dare break that door. You stood up quickly, calling your father as you packed a small bag.

"Dad?" You murmured as he picked up. Placing the phone between your ear and shoulder you shoved clothes in the bag, sniffling softly. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up. "Whats wrong? What did they do? I told you it wasnt a good idea. Are you coming over?" You hiccupped in response. "Is it ok if i do?" He chuckled softly. "Do you want me to come get you?" You glanced at the door. You know they were afraid of your dad, he had made threats on multiple occasions. Hidden threats and blatant ones. "No, i think ill be ok." He hummed softly before taking a breath.

"Put me on speaker so i can hear everything." Following his words you set the phone on speaker, placing it down on the table. The soft knocking and quiet begging started back up. "Y/n please? Im sorry we forgot. Sujin arrived and-" Yunho was cut off. "Y/n i told you she was using you! How many times did i tell you to leave her?" Your dads voice had raised. "She was never your friend, she wanted the boys and you knew that. You knew she did." He sighed.

Your dad never liked Sujin. Very verbal in his dislike of her. You heard footsteps before you heard another quiet knock, this time Jonghos voice filtering through, causing both you and your dad to soften a bit. "Baby?" Your dad had a soft spot for the youngest. "Please let me in..." You wanted to say no but you could tell your dad was thinking about it too. "Let only him in sweetheart." You were sure they couldnt hear him as the silence was loud.

You walked closer, unlocking the door and opening it a bit to pull the youngest in, slamming the door and locking it right after. The complaints coming soon after. "You dont deserve to be in here, with your dumb fucking excuses i know youre going to start spewing." Jongho frowned, shoulders slouching. "I only want the truth." He nodded, fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for you.

You unconsciously took a step back as you noticed the movement. "Im dating you." He spoke, voice soft. "You know this." You did, he was usually the one that remembered and arrived even if the others didnt. You let him continue. "We were getting ready when she arrived, we thought it was ok for a small chat before we left but time passed quickly..." You nodded, arms crossed. You knew how fast time flied sometimes.

It felt like that whenever you were with the boys. Hours going by without you noticing. You looked at him. "You guys never thought to i dont know, check the fucking clock?" He bit his lip. "Did you even remember how important today was? I was our fucking anniversary." He bit his lip, harder, remembering the bags of things you had thrown at them.

"Im sorry baby." He whispered, he sounded so sincere that you took a step forward, not noticing how your dad had ended the call. "I really want you guys to think about what happened today. Go stay somewhere else. We- I need some time to come to terms that some of you...might not care for me as much as i thought you did." You held up a finger when Jongho opened his mouth.

"Have you ever kissed her?" He shook his head rapidly, you believed him. Jongho was loyal to a fault. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as tears formed. "Take them with you when you leave..." You whispered and he hugged your waist tightly, nodding. "San was serious about breaking down your door." He whispered and you rolled your eyes. "I bet he was, but you wouldve stopped him for me."

He nodded, shoving his face in your neck and inhaling. You still smelled like raspberries. You rested your head against his. "Goodnight Jongho..." He pulled back as you did, reluctantly, but he did. This is why he was the one you went to the most. He respected your boundaries. Not that the others didnt.

[ciarakraken]

hahaaaa hello hi :> i just finished the station theater (theatre? i dunno ew) production of rtc and im OBSESSED ur ricky is my favorite i love him so much waugh the stims,,, the wrist braces,,, so many hugs during the show it made my heart happy that all the kids were friends and ricky was still disabled n stuff bc that shits important >:( (im disabled. its important to me personally) now im tempted to write a fanfic for the first time in several years just for yalls production cause i love your ricky so much, everyone did an incredible job it genuinely moved me in a way no other production ive seen has im just,,, gonna be over here thinking about you guys for all eternity,,, dont mind me anyway again awesome job!! <3 am follow u cause u seem cool :> stay rad my dude

Oh my gosh that is so sweet! Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

[lenluvsmomo]

Kotone Shiomi dating hcs

AAAAAAA dont let the masses know that i played p3port as makoto...sorry if my writing for shiomi isnt great! I played the first half ish before restarting as Makoto bc i wanted to romance yukari :[

lowk tempted to play port again except all the way through as femc...i love pink characters wah

Kotone Shiomi x Fem! Reader dating hcs

first things first, you definitely do each others' makeup -- you steal each others stuff too

"hey, S/O, have you seen my-"

cue kotone catching you borrowing her eyeliner.

she doesnt mind much, as long as you give it back when youre done.

if you dont? chaos.

boba dates!! night market dates!! she probably drags you to go get ice cream at 3 am.

she's also big on teasing you, bonus points if you're shy and you get flustered easy.

"aweeee, who's a good kitty??" "im not a kitty! stop it!"

"then why are you such a cutie pie?"

oh god. if you're shorter than her, she treats you like a little kitty.

if youre taller? expect her to steal your sweaters.

playfully poking you at random. For absolutely no reason.

She prefers being the little spoon, but if you're sad, she wouldn't mind being the big spoon.

VERY affectionate. love language is physical touch-- she isn't great at verbally expressing any kind of negative emotion, as she's used to hiding it. Instead of talking it out, she prefers to cling to you however she can.

she has a hard time opening up about her low self esteem because she's so used to pretending to be happy, please kiss her forehead and tell her that everythings going to be okay :(

she loves you more than anything hhhhh

if you need to be comforted, she'll gladly do the same for you.

your love language is words of affirmation? she's the best at giving out compliments and pep talks!

gift giving? she'll make you things like flower boquets made out of cards or little paper origami crafts

acts of service? She'll take care of a chore you dont like and she remembers your go-to orders! She'll probably surprise you with those.

Quality time? One thing no one would guess is that she loves bad knockoff movies, she'll watch them with you and make fun of them. Or, doing each others makeup!!

[mellowwillowy]

Oh what? You dont get enough appreciation if my ask got you like that! Your stories are awesome!! While i will shamelessly admit its the oc x reader thing that lure me in, the way you love your characters sm that you keep developing them is exciting for me too! Before sending my previous ask i read all the webtoon, while im really lost (i understood it after few reread) uphill daisies, the lovecraft one is very fun and so cute! Lovecraft is my fav webtoon of yours. While I, once again shamelessly, feel sad if there's no reader content (im needy of their attention and need to be included LOL) i understand how hard it is to include a reader into your projects and i also understand if you want to grow your characters as their own series rather than fanservice characters and to be honest! Im excited with lovecraft series (im taking my time absorbing uphill daisies T—T) take your time writing though! Drawing multiple webtoon with such complicated world building and lots of character must be difficult and time consuming, cheering for ya!

tbh i miss yulian.. I'm tempted to pick up writing again to make a fanfic of him myself but mischaracterization my WORST enemy! Sorry i got too excited that you feel appreciated of my ask that i rambled more T—T

- love letter anon.

Bawling crying curling vomiting (but actually the curling is kinda real because my stomach hurts) reading this love letter!

What better way to market a series if not to make readers fall in love with them? Shameless (x GN Reader) fanservice! And as for the lack of reader content, it kinda is true in UD because it's meant to be a mystery/crime series buuuuuuuttttt for the CatboX series, there'd be 'readers' appearing in the series.

LCH will have approximately 6-7 readers (although they are more of a character, I still consider them to be a romanced readers), with almost all the main characters paired with at least one reader! The one with the most spotlight is expected to be Scribe (Caelus) because he's my favorite.

As for another unpublished CatboX series would be 'The System Forbids' for the 2025 contest (if I have enough time to spare after finishing at least 3-5 episodes of UD). The OG novel protagonist (aka FMC) is pretty much the reader with the amount of romcom going on although it's not the best x reader.

Identity Crisis is pretty much Blue with reader except it's girlfriend now. His character is still problematic (yandere?) in the series [IC has no chance of being republished for now]. Yulian is Yulian. He's also problematic and I can kinda see the slander he'll receive if UD is published until the ending.

Why am I yapping (slaps slaps slaps), anywayyyyyyy words can't express how much I love your support. Thanks for sparing your time to read my current works (and years years ago work…). It really motivates me to keep going and makes me know there's still someone waiting and reading my work.

For you getting confused over UD, lemme tell you something, it’s because the second episode is a bad pacing decision, and makes no sense to be slapped out of nowhere without a proper continuation. The only good thing from that webtoon right now is the opening so I am amazed if you can even understand a bit of it (because I won't as a reader)

I've always had the dilemma of making my webtoon. Most times I wish I could just tailor myself according to what's trending (like Yulian or Blue) but I ended up working on other characters and feel bad for providing 'who the fuck' stories. Another concern is that the 'reader' is now an established character with personal lore to the point it no longer feels inclusive… not to mention I mostly make GN content, it kind of concerns me how every GN reader here would feel (Since it's all just female and I have no plan to add new readers).

Regarding mischaracterization, I understand you sm anon TwT. Even I as their mama sometimes OOC them! And if I'm not OOC-ing them, I'd cringe reading the answers to asks despite being in character (pls why are you so wattpad-y). It's a struggle but I don't mind reading it, I've read countless mischaracterized Yulian in my asks haha. (So sorry, he's not an exemplary father, the last in the ranking board if he even made it to the leaderboard…)

My plan currently is to write more content according to what webtoons I'm going to publish.