#it's not forever... rn i just have... almost no muse and i needed a hot sec

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Dear genius;; do you perhaps have more headcanons for Otis with Baby's best friend? Just anything!! ;;w;

-meadow! My dear friend hello again :D! I truly hope you enjoy these (givin me my favorite tropes, i see what your doin 😁)

anyways, I hope you enjoy these!! —

So. Much. FLIRTING.

and not just regular flirting, though. Oh No no no.

what? You thought OTIS could flirt normally? No. That man’s shoving a live human heart in your face, while telling you how nice and soft your precious skin looks.

lemmie tell you this, if your baby’s best friend, you’ve either been with her from the beginning, or your just a morbid person and they kept you around for that.

and if you’ve been with her from the beginning? You can at least tolerate morbid stuff.

so there’s a lot of…dark flirting.

example:

“I’d love to cut you up and make a masterpiece outta you, doll”

“I’d let you do it.”

definitely also makes you little gifts. Like, little portraits of you, figures made of bone or cartilage.

puts his hand on your shoulder a lot. Your his, and he needs others to know that. (you just don’t know it yet, and he probably doesn’t either)

otis is also a very blunt person, so he’s more than likely invited you to his bed more than once

”yknow sweetheart, my beds always open for you”

often uses you as his muse, blatantly telling you it’s because your hot/pretty as fuck.

you two probably have rant sessions too.Your mad about something, he’s mad about something, so you both just vent to eachother about it.

you laying on his bed, him pacing around. Your waiting for him to finish so you can console him, then go on with your own rant,

which you know he’d be there to listen to. After you listen to him ofc.

”can’t believe tiny almost let my muse escape! Do you know how long it took for me to get this detrimental wall of art block broken down? Fucking, forever!! If it wasn’t for me being there, just in time, that bitch would’ve ran away!”

so many late nights spent outside when neither of you can sleep, so you just talk.

talking about anything and everything, till eventually one of you falls asleep (typically you)

and by saying that, there’s been a few times where you woken up in Otis’s bed while he’s passed out on the very edge of the bed.

hes a sadistic, psychotic, homicidal maniac, but for some reason, you, baby’s best friend, the one person he’s NOT supposed to be kind, and all that gooey stuff with, makes him want to be nice to you.

doesn’t want to actually carve your face off

he wishes to keep it on your pretty/handsome face :((

lots of meaningless banter —

”your face is dumb”

”yeah? Well you have more wrinkles than my grandmother”

”oh really? Well- your probably not even a natural blond!”

*LE GASP*

HORROR MOVIE MARATHONS. y’all will stay up ALL night watching shitty old horror movies and criticizing it

saying how fake and un real it is

”the gore is so fake, I mean cmon!!”

“…idk, the gore is pretty good, but the acting is shit.”

“You think that’s real gore? Gimme a second sweetheart, LEMMIE go grab my muse. I’ll show you real gore!”

”OTIS NO WHAT ABOUT THE MOVI-“

yeah. You’ll have to clean up all the blood btw.

man is caked in layers of blood, and constantly smells of Pennys and nickels.

ITS SO LATE RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE IVE POURED SO MANY HUMAN EMOTIONS INTO THIS-

[peakyblindersxx]

come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

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prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

***

Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

[duskholland]

Okay but, Dom!tom making you ride him reverse cowgirl while he’s on a phone call meeting, and harrison being like what’s that slapping noise? And Tom being like I’m fucking my girl rn because he knows how SHY YOU ARE but he knows you get wet at ppl knowing and him being like the view I have rn mate, and Harrison just being like you’re the worst. He’d love tormenting you but also would reward you for still riding him like a champ during his work call 😏

fuck... I would lose my mind. I definitely had mob!tom in mind when I wrote this, but if you squint, it also works with normal tom. nsfw - 18+ only!!! extended warnings beneath the cut...

extended warnings: thigh riding, elements of exhibitionism, unprotected sex (please practise safe sex!!)

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“There you go, darling. Making a nice wet spot on my leg, aren’t you?”

A strangled whine travels up your throat, and you moan softly as you nod against Tom’s shoulder. Your breaths come out in short pants, arcs of fiery pleasure travelling up your spine from the point at which your soaked, throbbing cunt presses to Tom’s leg. He’s had you grinding against his thigh for what feels like forever, teasing your neck with rough kisses as his hands guide your hips. 

“Tell me how badly you want it,” he murmurs, lips by your ear. Shivers pass down your spine as his husky tone travels straight to your clit, and you feel your hole clenching around nothing. “Tell me how badly you want to feel my cock.”

You bite at your lip, pushing your forehead further against his shoulder as you try to keep your composure. 

“Bad, Tom. Really, really bad.” This hadn’t been your intention when you’d walked into his office, smirking quietly. You’d expected Tom to take you over his desk, or unravel you with three fingers buried in your heat. You hadn’t expected him to hold you on the edge, passing your soaked heat over his thigh, over and over until you’re practically blubbering from the stimulation. He’s enjoying it - enjoying the whimpers and the moans and the slick that coats his thigh - you know he is. Tom thrives off reducing you to this almost feral state of existence. “Please let me feel you.”

Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you pull your face away from his shoulder and blink up at him, desperation in your eyes. Tom seems to melt, his pupils expanding and his jaw slackening as he takes stock of the flush to your face and the way you’re practically begging him with your eyes to indulge you. 

“Mmm, well, because you asked so nicely…” His heavy hands push at your hips, moving you out of the way so he can reach down, play around with his belt, and then carefully pull free his cock. You lick your lips at the sight of his member, flushed and weepy, but as you reach out to touch, Tom bats away your hand. “No, darling,” he murmurs. One of his hands smooths over your cheek, thumb resting over your lower lip. You let your tongue slip out, wrapping around the tip of his finger before drawing it back into your mouth. As you suck on his finger, Tom curses. “Such a fucking minx, aren’t you?” He muses. “Look so fucking innocent, don’t you? Hmm? You walk around like you’re an angel, but both of us know that’s a lie.” He pulls his thumb from your mouth and lets his palm fall over the curve of your ass, causing you to jolt. 

“Tom,” you whine, grinding back against his thigh. Now you’ve seen his length, all flushed and full like that, you know there’s nothing you need more than to feel him plugging you to the hilt. “Please.”

Tom smirks at you, brown eyes glinting darkly. Both of his hands pull at your ass roughly, causing you to whimper. 

“Turn around, love,” he asks, already helping you with his hands. “Want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock from behind.”

A flush travels through you as you turn in his lap and back up, whimpering when you feel his hard cock, stiff between your swollen pussy lips. You sit up straighter, feeling Tom’s mouth ghosts over your shoulder as his hand slips between your thighs, guiding his cock until you feel his head, hot and wet, stiff at your entrance 

“Gonna ride me, angel?” He asks, voice gruff. He nibbles at your neck until you whine. “Don’t want you to stop until you’ve cum, yeah?” 

You nod, almost delirious with want. “Yes, yes,” you murmur, biting back the desire to buckle down. You need to wait for his command. “Please, Tom.”

“Go ahead.”

A loud whine rattles past your lips as you finally let yourself down onto his cock, Tom’s hands firm as they shift to your hips to guide you. He’s big - so big that it makes you whimper as you slowly start to ride him, enjoying every pleasurable sensation as you feel his cock rock against your hot centre. You reach out to hold the edge of his desk, the glass cold against your clammy skin as you use it as an anchor, keeping you in place as you start to lose yourself in the feeling. 

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart,” comes Tom’s voice, raspy and thick with accent. Every now and again, he ruts his hips up to meet your pelvis, and you groan loudly as his tip knocks up against your sensitive g-spot. “Look so fucking good like this, fucking yourself on my cock. Wish I could look at this forever.” He drops his hand over the curve of your ass again and you whimper, feeling a tightness forming in the pit of your stomach. 

You move in sync for a while, your pants and the sound of slapping skin filling the office. Tom’s giving with his praise, soothing you with his low uttered sentiments, praising you for the way you’re making him feel, urging you to go faster, rougher, to push the both of you over the edge. You’re lost in it, gasping and biting at your lip, pressing yourself closer to heaven with each rotation of your hips. 

You’re so lost in it that you don’t hear Tom’s phone ringing, not even aware of it until you see him reach out and grab the device on the desk. One of his hands shifts to your lower back. 

“Keep going, love,” he mutters, voice tight. “Don’t fucking stop.” Your jaw drops as you realise what he’s doing, but before you can question him, Tom answers his phone. “Haz? What’s up?”

For a moment you considering stopping, embarrassment churning alongside your arousal as you contemplate the thought of Tom’s friend hearing something obscene down the line, but then Tom angles his hips up to meet you, and the sensation of his tip brushing against you so deeply makes your mind go numb. So, you grip the table harder and continue, your orgasm only drifting nearer as you hear Tom carry his conversation with Harrison, his voice tight and rushed. 

“Aye, yeah. The papers are a mess, you’ll need to look at them tomorrow. Hey, wait a second bro, yeah, just-“

You can’t see what he’s doing, and for a moment, you think Tom’s disconnected, but then he reaches out and puts the phone on the desk, the screen bright and showing the call. 

“-Right, keep going. Just put you on speaker.”

Tom’s hands return to your hips, and immediately you turn around, an ache building in your neck as you glare at him. He raises his eyebrows, fingers squeezing at your flesh as he gives you a look as if to say go on. 

“Yeah, so, as I was saying, I think I’ll come around in a couple hours to get the scans-“

You grit your teeth, trying to drown out the sound of Harrison’s static voice as your thoughts travel back to the matter at hand. You’re so wet - you feel your arousal dripping down Tom’s cock as you continue to ride him, a sweat breaking out across your forehead. Somehow you manage to reduce your moans to laboured breaths, and for a few minutes, Tom keeps up conversation, Harrison seeming none the wiser. But it all falls apart when Tom tilts you to the side and the position shifts, your eyelids fluttering shut as the angle brings him in deeper - at the expense of a few very loud sounds of skin against skin. 

“-What’s that noise? Sounds like slapping?”

Tom keeps his hands on your hips, urging you on as you bite back a whimper. 

“I’m fucking my girl,” Tom replies, easily. You bite back a gasp, and you’d have looked around at him if he didn’t distract you by weaving a hand between your legs to play with your clit. The added stimulation adds to your desperation, and the fact that Harrison knows you’re getting railed makes your cunt clench. 

“Fucking hell,” Harrison mutters. 

“I have the best view right now, mate,” Tom adds. “You should see her.” 

You let go of the desk, sitting up and pressing your back against Tom’s front, your breathing heavy as you feel your climax linger. As you continue to move up and down, his lips work across your shoulder, biting at your skin as you hold back your whimpers. Tom’s lips travel up to your ear, and he adds, softly, 

“I can feel how wet you just got. I know you fucking love the thought of Haz hearing us. I know how close you are too, darling. You want to cum, don’t you? You want to cum, with Harrison on the line? Let him hear those pretty little screams, hmm?” 

You find yourself nodding, squirming in Tom’s lap as his calloused fingers play with your clit. 

“Please,” you whisper, eyes screwed shut. 

“Do it,” Tom mutters. “‘Cos I’m about to blow it, love, and I want to feel you cumming around me as I fill you up.”

Your eyes roll back as you finally tip over the edge, your orgasm sweeping over you in large, warming waves. Tom’s hands are slippery on your sides, wet with hot sweat, and he bites at your shoulder as he follows suit, cumming with a low groan. You feel his cock pulse, painting your walls with his seed, and together you unravel. 

It’s all pants and lazy open-mouthed kisses as you twist in his arms, still attached at your centre. You hold the back of his head with shaking fingers, kissing him roughly until Tom’s hand moves away from your clit. 

“Fuck,” you mutter, pushing your forehead to his. After a moment, you pull back and look at the desk, nervous until you realise his phone screen has gone blank. You reach out for Tom’s phone, grabbing it and turning it on curiously. 

Harrison: you’re ridiculous.

“What does it say?” Tom asks, pecking your cheek. You repeat the message, and he grins, eyes dancing with amusement. “He loves it really,” he says, before wiggling his eyebrows. “You do too, don’t you?”

You shrug, licking your lips. “Maybe.”

Tom chases your lips with his mouth, inflamed and warm. “Did well for me, though,” he says, eyes glinting. He kisses you again, hand shifting back towards your clit. “I think I should reward you for taking me so well, don’t you?”

You nod, a smirk biting at your lips. “Go ahead.”

[samingtonwilson]

Relationship Tutor Drabble- Bucky’s Reasoning

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Summary: College AU. Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to. RELATIONSHIP TUTOR DRABBLE THAT TAKES PLACE BETWEEN PART 1 AND PART 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language

A/N: this is stupid but i missed these characters 

Bucky knew he was no genius and he didn’t have to be one to deduce that Steve was angry. His blonde eyebrows were pulled together tightly, his lips fallen in the deepest scowl, and his posture almost pin-straight in that self-righteous way Bucky had hated since childhood.

And when he spoke, Bucky wished he’d shoved cotton or wax plugs in his ears. “This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

Bucky frowned and tossed his jacket aside, kicking his sneakers off and tossing his phone onto the closest couch to keep the screen from cracking more than it already had. “I’ll beat it by next month.”

“You know you’re dumb as shit, right?” Steve asked rhetorically, moments later answering, “Because you are.”

Sighing heavily as he pushed past a burly, brooding Steve to the kitchen, Bucky opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. “Steve, —”

“Explain the thought process to me,” Steve practically commanded while throwing himself dramatically onto the couch so he was stretched along the length with his long legs spilling over one of the armrests. “Explain how you arrived at the conclusion that this was a good idea even for a second.”

Bucky managed to drink half of the cold water in one go despite the chilly temperature being unsuitable for chugging, dragging the back of his hand over wet lips and letting out a grunt as he fell into the heavily cushioned lounger chair. He draped one of his legs over an armrest and sat crookedly. “Natasha’s hot.”

Steve blinked with an expression of expectation and he groaned in disappointment when Bucky didn’t continue. “That’s it? That’s all the reasoning that went into this? That Natasha is hot?”

“Is this a fuckin’ interrogation room or our living room, Steve? I think Natasha’s hot and I want to date her. It’s not a foreign concept.”

“Asking the person you’re in love with for help in dating someone else is a foreign concept, Buck. This isn’t the way—”

“The way to what?” Bucky suddenly urged in a louder voice than before. “She doesn’t feel the same way. I need to move on, having feelings for someone else for a change and take it slow like you’re supposed to.”

“You know it’s immoral to use Natasha to get over Y/N.”

“I do know that, I’m not just using her to get over anyone.” Bucky threw the now empty bottle at Steve so it landed on his stomach. “She’s smart, she seems nice enough, and if Y/N and Wilson are friends with her, she can’t be too dull and uninteresting.”

“You overestimate their standards.”

Bucky snorted at that. “You’re the one that’s constantly telling me to date instead of having one night stands and I can’t deal with the mess of falling for another friend. I’m attracted to Natasha and that should be reason enough to date her.”

“Since when do you actually listen to the shit I say?”

“Since forever. Where do you think I got that ‘build a foundation’ thing from?”

Bucky knew he was being defensive, most likely because he didn’t believe what he was saying himself. He didn’t want to date Natasha, he didn’t want to sleep with her or anyone else. She was just a good alternative.

After all, Bucky wasn’t going to spend another weekend moping and resorting to texting lame inquiries of what any of the girls in his phone were up to so he could mend some brokenness none of those girls were even the cause of. It was wrong of him to use people as cushions for his misery and he knew that— he needed to get past it.

He hated how selfish he was being and he hated how much Steve’s angry gaze reminded him of that, but he needed this. He needed something to focus on other than you. For once in the year he’d known you, he needed something else to focus on.

Of course, he knew his plan was flawed. He was using your help in getting over you which would likely result in spending more time with you, but it was worth the risk, wasn’t it?

Hell, he wasn’t even sure.

It was a sudden decision he’d arrived at and the more he tried to rationalize it, the more he wanted to hit himself in the head. It hadn’t helped that you’d filled his mind with images of mud and Jell-O wrestling under the clock tower on campus only to fill it even more with images of yoga poses and tight yoga pants and—

Bucky shook his head to himself and adjusted the way he sat uncomfortably. “Y/N’s probably going to suck at this, isn’t she?”

“Well, have you ever seen her date someone longer than two months?”

He smiled a bit. “No, I haven’t.”

“She was dating someone for, like, six months the year before you transferred, dumped him the day before he graduated.” Steve laughed at the memory. “We were shelving books in the biology section when the poor bastard came by to ask if she still needed a ticket to the ceremony. Dumped him right there in front of me and all the books on arthropod segmentation.”

“Jesus.”

“Stone cold killer, that one,” Steve joked, flashing Bucky a smile. “You know how to talk to people, though. You don’t need that much help yet.”

“Oh, I don’t?” he snorted. “Natasha’s fuckin’ intense even when she’s just looking at you. I’ve been rehearsing saying hi to her in my head for the last six nutrition lectures.”

“It’s week three. You’ve only had six nutrition lectures so far.”

“I’m well aware of that.” His head fell back so he stared at the ceiling. “I’ve only gotten as far as opening my mouth and having no noise come out even in my head. I’m fucking up even in my head.”

“She’s that intense?”

“It’s like she’s trying to look through me every time she so much as glances in my direction.”

“Never thought I’d see the day that James Barnes is nervous.”

“Nervous is how I feel around Y/N. But I’m terrified of Natasha— I’m almost certain she could rip my esophagus out with her bare hands.”

“Y/N once told me we as people misinterpret fear for attraction sometimes. Like, we think the quick heartbeat and shit is indicative of attraction when we’re just scared.”

“Yeah, that’s three-hundred percent what’s happening here.”

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GOTTA DO BOTH GIRLS CAUSE I LOVE OVERSHARING INFORMATION !!!!

the following information is for the verse YELLOW ROSE. information differs by a little or a lot depending on verse

FULL NAME: Lark Maureen Tempest ∬ Sparrow Grace Weave NICKNAME // ALIAS: HILARIOUS STORY TIME Lark used to introduce herself all the time as “Lark, but you can call me Temmy if you want” and nobody would call her Temmy sdhfdskfslhf  ∬  one of her friends calls her Spar sometimes AGE:  26 ∬ 20 BIRTHDAY:  November 26 (1991) ∬ February 20 (1997) ETHNIC GROUP: European mix (Irish-French, German-Polish-Danish) ∬ European mix ? (Irish-French, British-Indian) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGE/S: English ∬ English, very limited Spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ∬ asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic ∬ demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CLASS: middle class / lower middle HOMETOWN/AREA: I just stick em places CURRENT HOME: ┐(ツ)┌ PROFESSION: café owner ∬ student

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: white-blonde, practically white ∬ black EYES: copper brown ∬ light blue FACE: heart ∬ peach LIPS: pouty, rather pink ∬ soft, dark cherries COMPLEXION: European, tans easily ∬ fair, smooth BLEMISHES: beauty marks! one at the inner corner of her eye (left), one at the bottom of her mouth (left), two on her cheek (right) ∬ none SCARS: a few here and there TATTOOS: none HEIGHT: 5′2″ ∬ 5′3″ WEIGHT: ~116 lbs ∬ ~106 lbs BUILD: hourglass, strong, compact ∬ pear, slender, toned FEATURES: major resting bitch face, can’t tell if eyes are bored or bedroom, STRONG ARMS ∬ delicate, almost a sense of ethereal beauty? bordering on creepy, hidden strength

ALLERGIES: none USUAL HAIR STYLE: casual ponytail, messy bun, whatever it’s called when you fold your hair up with a big hair clip?? ∬ down, easily hides her face when necessary, ponytail for running USUAL FACE LOOK: resting bitch, politely waiting for...something?, clear gaze ∬ thoughtful, mild to intense interest in whatever she’s looking at  USUAL CLOTHING: comfy, loose  ∬ simple, comfortable, subtly stylish

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: losing Sparrow, losing her father ∬ losing her loved ones, what happened in elementary/middle/high school coming back to haunt her in college ASPIRATION/S: take care of her sister FOREVER ∬ get a degree that will help her help people (nursing? doctor? therapist? environmentalist? ??) POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, easy to talk to, very aware of her emotions, can let go of grudges ∬ good listener, friendly, supportive, forgiving, pacifist, Mom Friend NEGATIVE TRAITS: immediately dislikes you if you look at Sparrow funny, doesn’t always lose her temper but when she DOES, doesn’t know how to pull her punches, god her plastic smiles are the most annoying thing in the world, possibly too honest  ∬ doesn’t think of her own well-being in the least, can’t stand up for herself, highly manipulable, apologizes for everything, gives way too many chances (as in she never stops giving u another chance) ZODIAC: Sagittarius ∬ Pisces (Aquarius-Pisces cusp) TEMPERAMENT: sanguine  ∬ phlegmatic SOUL TYPE/S: warrior ∬ ghdvkhldlf couldn’t take the quiz again but I’d guess server (maybe she coulda been an artist if I hadn’t fucked w things ( ᐛ ) ) VICE HABIT/S: using force when frustrated, cheat day every day?  ∬ apathy towards herself, unnecessary guilt, keeping secrets VIRTUES/VICES: kindness & wrath ∬ patience (and also liKE ALL OF THEM AAAA) & ........maybe like sloth...about herself.....emotionally....... FAITH: Lark has faith in herself hghdksvh ∬ Sparrow has faith in the good of others GHOSTS?: maybe a little but probably not ∬ who knows, why not? AFTERLIFE?: nope ∬ maybe, who knows REINCARNATION?: god she wants to be Sparrow’s sister foREVER ∬ maybe, who knows? ALIENS?: why not ∬ w h o  kn o w s ? POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: democratic-leaning ∬ democratic-leaning or third party EDUCATION LEVEL: college graduate (4 years) ∬ currently in college

FAMILY.

FATHER: Lionel Tempest ∬ Chandler Weave MOTHER: Phoenix Burke SIBLINGS: Sparrow ∬ Lark  EXTENDED FAMILY: uugh I don’t wanna write all this out but Phoenix has a p big family and Lionel has a huge family and Chandler also has a pretty extensive family that he’s largely estranged from NAME MEANING/S: Lark as in the bird ∬ Sparrow as in the bird HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: BIRDS

FAVORITES.

BOOK: the poetry book Sparrow got her ∬ just one favorite?? MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (lotta fond nostalgia) ∬ prolly watches a lot of foreign films? not really a fan of violence 5 SONGS: JUST 5 ??? HOLIDAY: 4th of July bc FIREWORKS  ∬ Christmas bc she can give gifts to ppl MONTH: July ∬ late September/early October SEASON: SUMMER ∬ fall and winter and actually spring and heck why not summer too PLACE: wherever her sister is ∬ home, her uncle’s library (visited once when she was very young, still dreams about it) WEATHER: SUMMER NIGHT ∬ mild autumn day, early winter morning SOUND: the crackle of fireworks and fizz of sparklers; ice cracking; distant traffic; Sparrow singing when no one can hear her; the thump of sand-filled canvas; bird wings ∬ snow falling; Lark idly playing the piano; footsteps on carpet; 3am thunder over the mountains; wind chimes and bells and glass tinkling and music boxes SCENT/S: summer air, heavy and humid; smoke (fireworks, campfire); hot spring waters; lilacs ∬ books and paper and binding glue; evergreen trees and juniper berries; the first breath of a cold day; healthy earth and roots and sun-warmed leaves; graphite and fresh ink TASTE/S: orange soda, carbonates; smooth coffee; light, crunchy snacks ∬ fresh fruits and vegetables; colloidal silver; water after a long run; raspberry chocolate FEEL/S: warmth, solid or soft or just the air pressing around; post-workout, heavy muscles but light on the inside, sweet oxygen and satisfaction; cool piano keys and worn foot pedals ∬ sunlight on window seats; scritta paper; winter’s chill; downy blankets and a warm mug; runner’s high ANIMAL/S: KOALAS ∬ so many?? NUMBER: uh ∬ prolly like 3 or smth COLORS: yellow ∬ soft blue and peach

EXTRA.

TALENTS: piano, kick boxing, Worst puns, keeping a straight face ∬ violin, bullet journaling, painting/ink drawing, cooking, running, creative and harmless pranks BAD AT: being patient, cooking, not starting fights with people who are mean to her sister ∬ speaking up for herself, cutting toxic people out of her life, arguing, jokes and sarcasm TURN-ONS: strong people, cute girls, people with secrets, soulful singers ∬ she’s so confused TURN OFFS: too many secrets, dismissive of Sparrow, BAD teeth, narcissism ∬ are u making her uncomfortable?  HOBBIES: kick boxing, piano, talking about her sister ∬ reading, journaling, painting/drawing, running, violin TROPES:  Action Girl, Plucky Girl, Beauty Mark(s), Cool Big Sis, Daddy’s Girl, DEADPAN SNARKER ∬ Sibling Yin-Yang ∬ Actual Pacifist, Shrinking Violet, The Heart, Friendless Background, Feminine Women Can Cook, Nature Lover AESTHETIC TAGS: coffee n shit, fireworks, summery things, bikes maybe?, that’s yellow, this looks like Sparrow ∬ books, journals, art stuff, blue, snow maybe, skies I guess, pretty things GPOY QUOTES: “When the guys call you bro” ∬ “When you think something’s nice but nobody else does” 

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ALT FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ┐(ツ)┌ OLDER FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ YOUNGER FC/S: ┐(ツ)┌ VOICE CLAIM/S: me, actually, when I channel Lark (?? it’s weird) ∬ Liv Tyler GENDERBENT  FC/S: u think i got time for that

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1: hfskdghsdf I’d prolly end up calling it smth rly edgy and dumb like “Forbidden” or “The Blue Rose Girl” which doesn’t even sound edgy it just sounds dumb. black and white might be cool, or sort of a faded color? maybe it would go from black and white to color. it would be about the blue rose verse and the consequences they face bc of Lark’s actions and maybe Sparrow was better off staying dead? the folly of the heart type thing I’m tired can u tell

Q2: what would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2: pls don’t do this to me rn I’M WORKING ON IT

Q3: why did you start writing this character?        

A3: it all started w Sparrow. actually it all started with BJDs. I did a faceup and was like “cool who’s this” and thought Sparrow Weave was a cool name and literally started rping her with just a name and a face long story between that n this, but I decided Sparrow needed a sister bc of long story, and a lark was a bird and tempest was sort of the opposite of weave? why did they have to be opposite? Lark totally changed as a character tho originally she was super happy-go-lucky and bouncy and cheerful all the time but then I started to rp her and she was like “MOVE bitch get out the way”

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?          

A4: ?? her name was Sparrow and she looked nice with dead flowers and I threw her into the fray. she grew to be beautiful and extremely damaged. Lark tho, I really liked how she kicked my ass and did her own thing

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.          

A5: just cause I know all their flaws doesn’t mean I dont love them for it

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?          

A6: Sparrow and I are super squishy and people-pleasers and like books and art, and Lark and I get waaaaay over protective of people and have similar taste in puns, although I’m never confident enough to say any of mine

Q7: how does your muse feel about you?          

A7: Sparrow would like me, I’d remind Lark of Sparrow until she found out I’m the cause of her suffering?? then I would cease to exist down to the last atom

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8: this is going to sound horrible but I have this weird fascination with Sparrow in unhealthy relationships. she’s extremely manipulable but she’s also aware of that? so she might be onto you the whole time but why is she going along with it why does she have so much faith in you what are you going to do. LARK AND HER ENEMIES HALSKFHDKFSH

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9: Lark writes herself, Sparrow’s more shy but I know her. if I see or think of anything that reminds me of her I remember everything she’s ever done and I fall in love again. I never lose muse just the ability/focus to make the words go

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?          

A10: fuck ass long I stayed up way too lat workin on it, went back and edited/added more information to parts so it made more sense today, STILL WORKING ON THEIR PLAYLISTS but yeah this was fun!