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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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formula one!!!

🌹 = personal favourite 🎄= christmas collection

🍑 = spicy / smutty 🍂 = cozy collection

🌩 = emotional / angsty 💍 = wedding saga

🐥 = domestic bliss

series

the one direction series

( lance, lando, yuki, alex, mick, pierre and daniel )

the katy perry throwback series

( charles, carlos, george, esteban, zhou, oscar and logan )

family are the friends that you meet along the way ( platonic! mercedes x reader ) 🌩🌹

tina! the series

charles leclerc

radiator springs ( series )

summary: following a career-defining three-way tie in france, charles leclerc finds himself drunk on tequila as he aimlessly drives around. after crashing in radiator springs, a nowhere town in the french riviera, he finds himself behind bars and on the hook for a few thousand dollars in damage he caused on his drunken bender. a former hot-shot city lawyer convinces the mayor to make charles stay until he fixes the town square, and charles ruminates on lessons about, fame, life and love while he slowly falls for the lawyer that caused it all in the first place. yes this is the plot of cars, no i do not take criticism.

pinup (headcanons) 🌩 🌹

summary: charles has a great idea to help his girlfriend feel more confident in her body

haunted house ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂

summary: charles and y/n go to a haunted house at the local fall fair. but the biggest scaredy cat of all may surprise you…

santa baby (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🍑🐥🌹

summary: it's christmas morning, his mother has the kids, and it's been too long since he and his wife got to enjoy a little bit of quality time, if you get what he's saying

cake is definitely a form of self care (headcanons)

summary: the last month has been rough for both of them, so now that they're both home, together, with no obligations, charles has a really great (but also really dumb) idea a.k.a, baking with charles

I’m with you (drabble)(cozy collection 2023) 🍂

cozy fall things with charles

she sells sanctuary (kinktober 2023) 🍑

she wasn’t expecting him to be home so soon. and now that he is, she can’t stand seeing him so exhausted. a warm shower should fix that, right?

purple haze

writing a novel is a long an arduous process. luckily for y/n, she has a very supportive partner in crime, and when it all works out, he's the only person she would want by her side.

yuki tsunoda

enchanting ( headcanon ) 🍑

summary: italian winters are cold, and with y/n beside him, yuki thinks up a great way to warm up for the morning

paperback lover ( headcanon ) 🌹

summary: yuki’s girlfriend loves to read, and he loves to observe

this is halloween ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🌹

summary: for their first halloween together, y/n shows yuki all of the things that she loves about spooky season.

breakfast in bed (headcanons) 🍑🌹

summary: it's his girlfriend's birthday, and yuki has the best surprise planned: breakfast in bed, with a little something *extra* on the side

super bass (headcanons) (miami gp 2023 special!) 🍑🌹

summary: its media day in miami, and y/n's boyfriend can hardly say he's wearing a shirt . . . unfortunately, there's no time to slip away, so she's biding her time until they get back to the hotel and her lover can take his time with her.

flower power 🌹

summary: he has so much love in his heart, and finally there’s someone he can share it with. or, all the times yuki almost asked y/n to marry him, and the one time she said yes.

pour some sugar on me (kinktober 2023) 🍑🌹

a little bit of lavender candle oil and a hot masseur can make a long, gruelling day at work (and some serious back strain) have a very happy ending

god knows i've tried (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🌩️🌹

stranded at her publishers office after the battery in her car dies, there's only one person she wants to call for a jumpstart

by my side

pasta always tastes sweeter when made together after a long week at work. all she wants is to bask in his sunshine. and hes all too glad to share his light with her

delicious 🍑

some unhinged thoughts

just like heaven 🍑🌹

love is in the air at y/n’s cousins wedding, and it’s got yuki in a loving mood.

lance stroll

baby steps ( headcanon ) 🌹 🐥

summary: lance and y/n bring their daughter to a race for the first time. can be read as follow up to night changes

mr. brightside ( headcanon ) 🍑

summary: they’re supposed to be meeting sebastian for dinner, but once lance sees y/n in her dress, he gets other ideas

wait on me ( headcanons ) 🍑💍🌹

summary: the minute he met her, he knew she was his forever. now, when all the vows are said and done, he gets to make her his all over again. or, wedding night sex with husband!lance

apple cider and the tap tapping of little paws ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🌩🌹

summary: it’s their first fall living together, and lance thinks it’s time for the next step: adopting a puppy

tipsy (headcanons)

summary: eggnog, holiday spirit and christmas music. lucky for y/n, lance is a romantic drunk.

yule shoot your eye out (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🍑🌹

summary: it was supposed to be a relaxing getaway. instead, a snowstorm traps y/n ocon and lance stroll inside the mount tremblant cabin they had rented. so until the snow melts, she's trapped with her brother's best friend, and forced to reckon with her feelings.

there's a honey(mini fic) 🍑🌹

lance thinks that the image of y/n reading her scandalously smutty romance book is the image of sensuality. or, private library sex with lance <3

i've been meaning to tell you (headcanons) (unofficial sequel to 'baby steps') 🐥

summary: y/n has something to share with her husband post bahrain 2023 that might make the whole weekend just a little bit sweeter

november rain 🌹💍🍑

summary: after four long years and one pandemic cancellation, it's finally time for y/n and lance to return home to mount tremblant and tie the knot.

slumber party (headcanons) 🐥🌹

lance gets left in charge of his daughters slumber party after his wife falls ill.

mr. ghostface (the cozy collection 2023) 🍂🌹🍑

a trip to spirit halloween with her husband plants an idea in lance's head that he can't quite shake. knowing how stressed his beloved has been lately, he just wants them to have a little bit of spooky and festive fun.

sleigh ride (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🌹💍

christmas has never been his holiday. but she adores it, and he wants to make this christmas one that she won't forget.

don't go breaking my heart 🌹💍

weddings are joyous and festive, but can be stressful for introverts like lance and his wife. so when they were able to steal some moments with each other in the peace of his aston martin between the ceremony and the venue, they know these are the moments they will treasure the most from that day.

the way you kiss me works each time (mini fic) 🌹🍑

sexual innuendos and a scrabble board make for a flirty and cosy afternoon

the puppy bowl. (the cosy collection 2024) 🍂🌹

one simply does not wear a joe burrow jersey to the puppy bowl. or, an important fact gets left out of the super bowl party invitation

pierre gasly

bamboozled ( headcanon ) 🌹

summary: pierre told y/n they weren't getting a dog together. well, they got a dog and now pierre has a new best friend

tell me more ( headcanon ) 🌹

summary: pierre always knew y/n’s music taste was a little different, but when she takes him to a concert, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into..

if you like pina coladas ( the cozy collection 2022 )🍂🐥

summary: after a brilliant weekend away, pierre and his girlfriend get caught in a storm and debate the best way to run from the porsche to the front door. (mini fic)

mr. winter (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄

summary: bad weather is keeping her flight grounded for the foreseeable future. as her holidays fall apart, she meets a handsome stranger in the terminal next to hers.

she keeps me up (headcanons) 🍑

summary: driving in the storm was a bad idea. when she gets stranded at a rest stop, what's the harm in having a little bit of casual fun with the hot stranger that's also stuck there?

twelve fractures 🌩🍑🌹

summary: the four times that y/n leclerc almost called pierre gasly, and the one time that he gave in and called her.

lando norris

bath & body works ( headcanon )

summary: y/n can’t find her perfume. a quick face time to lando explains why

would it be a sin? ( cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🍑🌹

summary: lando tries (and fails in the sweetest funniest of ways) to make his and y/n’s first night in their new house together a memorable experience

good girls go bad (headcanons) 🌹

summary: inspired by good girls go bad by cobra starship, y/n fancies the suave british dj that she meets in ibiza. dj!lando x female reader au

ribbons, scotch tape and holly (headcanons)

summary: a relaxing afternoon of wrapping christmas presents with her lover. at least, it was supposed to be. aka, lando is shit at wrapping presents

shut up and drive (street racing au!) (headcanons) 🌹

summary: headcanons i wrote after watching the fast and the furious movies . . . enough said. lando is infatuated with the woman in the pink mustang who kicks his ass in a bristol street race.

I want candy (mini fic) 🍑🌹

two p2s in a row for her lover boy deserves a reward.

kill of the night (the cozy collection 2023) 🍂🌹

she hates parties. especially quadrant parties hosted in large creepy mansions. at least the hot pirate hosting the party is into her, or she would have left ages ago.

give me a kiss (or three) 🍑

matching clothes shouldn't turn lando on this much. but here we are.

alex albon

hungry eyes ( headcanons ) 🍑 🌹

summary: rainy days for alex and y/n means movies, slow dancing, scented candles and soft sex in front of the fireplace

better weather ( mini fic ) 🌩

summary: holiday break is coming to an end, and his girlfriends anxiety is starting to kick in ( *cough* holiday burnout *cough* )

bump in the night ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🍑 (just a small smutty scene)

summary: y/n hates being scared, so when alex freaks her out on movie night, he takes advantage of that. or, where alex pranks y/n until he really can’t explain why the lights suddenly went out

the sexy alphabet 🍑

an nsfw alphabet.

under the mistletoe (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹

summary: alex has the perfect answer to his girlfriend's seasonal sadness: keeping things festive and decorating the entire house, with a little bit of help from the cats, of course!

featherweight (headcanons) 🍑

summary: nsfw thoughts about alexander albon and feathers. as well as me rambling about how soft and romantic that i think he is because you should know by now that i am a hopeless romantic.

a sweet, sweet, fantasy baby 🍑🌹

summary: she thought that settling down with the love of her life was just a fever dream, that being loved just wasn't in the cards for her. but alex made her dreams come true with a small silver ring. or, engagement night sex with alex.

i saw mommy kissing santa claus (the christmas collection) 🎄🐥

alex has to keep up the illusion that santa claus is real, and every year gets more extreme than the last. he's got footprints to put on the living room floor and cookies to eat and stocking to fill . . . and at this rate, he's going to wake up the whole house.

daniel ricciardo

maybe, baby ( headcanons ) 🍑🌹🐥

summary: daniel and his fiancee decide it's time for a baby, at a time when his future looks more and more uncertain

the songs that remind us of the good times (headcanons)

summary: singapore brings the best result of daniel's season. let the celebrations and declarations ensue

jack and sally ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂💍🌹

summary: scotty and chloe are throwing a halloween party, and danny and y/n think they've got the best couples costume in the entire party.

cuts like a knife ( headcanons ) 🌹🐥

summary: he's a local legend in perth, and she's just the girl that works at the dive bar. ( for all intents and purposes, every song that he sings is by bryan adams. )

baby, it's cold outside (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹🐥

summary: daniel and his wife celebrate his first christmas without f1 with their daughter while they reminisce on how they got there.

the right temperature to be keeping you warm (kinktober 2023) 🍑

she’s not used to october being as warm as it is when she joins daniel in perth for thanksgiving. the heat is unbearable, and daniel has a fun way to cool her down.

vermont (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄

the ski trip sounded all well and good in theory. except for the fact that she would rather be in the chalet than on the slopes. so when she gets stuck on a ski lift and starts to hyperventilate, danny is the one to calm her down.

zhou guanyu

exile 🌩🌹

summary: after her boyfriend crashes at the british grand prix, nobody will tell y/n anything. ( she’s seen this film before, and she didn’t like the ending )

new year's eve (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹🍑

summary: a sponsor event in the big apple, white wine on linen, a chinese stain removal method and a red silk qipao bring zhou and y/n together for a new year's adventure that teaches them important lessons about self-love, intimacy and the joy of living.

life in plastic, it’s fantastic (headcanons) 🐥

summary: zhou and y/n build their daughter a dollhouse, inspired by a very familiar garage.

this call is coming from inside the house (the cozy collection 2023)🍂🌹

the corn maze is her favourite fall tradition, and she's so excited to share it with her boyfriend for the first time. it's a shame that his wandering hands got them lost.

george russell

illicit affairs ( headcanons ) 🍑

summary: his girlfriend has had a long day, and george just wants her to relax for half an hour (bathtub sex with george)

ironic ( cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂💍🌹

summary: everything on their wedding day goes wrong, in all the right ways. inspired by verses from ‘ironic’ by alanis morrisette

christmas on the road (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹🐥

summary: all george wants for christmas is to get home to his wife and his son. unbeknownst to him, his wife has a little surprise in the form of two pink lines that's about to make his christmas that much sweeter.

audiobooks (headcanons) 🌹

george records an audio version of his fiancée's favourite book so that she doesn't feel alone when he's out on a double header

the great christmas light fight (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🍑

their newlywed christmas might not be all they hoped it would be when a new couple moves in across the street and threatens to steal george's title as 'king of christmas'

does he take care of you? 🍑🌹🌩

they had always been walking a fragile, tender line between friends and lovers. but that line should never have been crossed. (bonnington!reader) loosely inspired by the song sex by the 1975

oscar piastri

insatiable (drabble) 🍑🌹

oscar is a tits man.

glad I crashed the wedding (cozy collection 2023) 🍂🍑🌹

summary: she needed a wedding date. he wanted a reason to spend time with her. but of course, the inn only has one bed, and oscar makes her feel alive in a way she's never felt before.

naughty list (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🍑🌹

oscar's bored, horny and hopelessly smitten with his lover. but if he keep this up, he's going to land them both on santa's naughty list this year.

nation of two

a camping trip in perth, and a set of missing sleeping bags brings together a pair of childhood friends in a way neither of them had quite anticipated

wisdom teeth (headcanons) 🌹

Oscar’s girlfriend gets her wisdom teeth taken out, and he helps her recover gracefully

my fun 🌹

it’s not every day that a first date lands you in the emergency room, or gives your date a concussion before the food has even left the kitchen

logan sargeant

954 🍑🌩

florida man fucks shy college girl.

9 to 5 (what a way to make a living)🌹

its y/n's first day of work at her new job, and logan is trying his best to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

esteban ocon

jetlag (headcanons)

estie bestie and y/n miss each other like hell. he’s just come back from a race weekend, and she’s gone to a hen week in another time zone

indycar masterlist

misc masterlist

#lovelytsunodas masterllist #formula one x reader #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #ig aus #navigation

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entracteofevil · 3 years

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Round Table Discussion with the Cover Illustrators

Entr’acte of Evil, page 142-145

--First, everyone please introduce yourselves.

Ichika: I’ve been responsible for the first cover and the illustrations for the series. My name is Ichika.

Suzunosuke: I am Suzunosuke. I normally just draw what I want to. I was able to make the cover for the second book.

You: I am You, and I was charged with the cover for this book. I’m really nervous, but I look forward to being able to do this interview with you.

--When did you all first start making illustrations?

Ichika: Since I could first remember. I don’t recall it all that clearly, but by the time I was in first year I was already drawing.

Suzunosuke: I think it was about middleschool. Apparently when I was a kid my parents were consulted by my teachers on the fact that I couldn’t actually draw pictures.

--You couldn’t draw pictures?

Suzunosuke: Even when I was made to stay behind by myself in kindergarten, the only things I drew were like little pictures of flowers on my drawing paper. It wasn’t that I was sick or anything like that, I was just a normal kid who couldn’t draw.

--I see, that’s very unexpected. What about you, You-san?

You: I don’t clearly remember when I first started drawing as a hobby, but my first picture was when I was three years old, and was a portrait of my caregiver in nursery. Back then I always wanted to use every color of crayon I had, and I guess the fact that I’m still always using rainbow colors even now just goes to show that what you learn in the cradle you carry to the grave.

Suzunosuke: I think that’s cool.

--Incidentally, when did you start making pictures related to VOCALOID?

Ichika: I think around 2007…maybe? I remember the first time I drew Miku was after listening to Yuuyu-P’s “White Season”.

Suzunosuke: I don’t remember how many years ago it was, but I feel like the first thing I drew was Kurousa-P’s “Cantarella”.

You: I listened to VOCALOID the first time in the winter of 2007, so I think it was probably around that time.

--So then, when was the first time you encountered AkunoP’s work?

Ichika: It was right after “Daughter of Evil” was posted on Piapro. I had just finished up making a PV, and when I was looking for new content on Piapro I got drawn in by the title and started listening to it.

Suzunosuke: The “Servant of Evil” was on NicoNico Douga’s rankings, and when I opened up the PV it had a tag saying to watch it after “Daughter of Evil”, so I watched them in order of “Daughter of Evil” and “Servant of Evil” for the first time.

You: Like Suzunosuke-san, probably in the autumn of 2008. The “Daughter of Evil” had a lot of buzz when it was first uploaded! I saw it in so many places with Ichika-san’s illustrations~ It feels so strange to see it having taken this form so many years later.

--Suzunosuke-san and You-san, this was the first time you’d seen a song that used Ichika-san’s illustrations, wasn’t it?

Ichika: I’m sorry for being alive…

Suzunosuke: Sorry, haha

You: Hey, hahaha

Ichika: I’m honestly really shaking here, haha

Suzunosuke: Maybe we should reply with “You’re a very wonderful person” ha ha.

-(Laughs) So what was everyone’s thoughts on the work when they saw “Daughter of Evil” and “Servant of Evil”?

Ichika: I think the imagery in it was really easy to get emotional about. I also thought it was a really interesting concept that although “Daughter of Evil” and “Servant of Evil” had a really different feel to them, they still felt like part of the same story.

Suzunosuke: All else aside I thought it was really sad, and I kept getting stuck on the fact that Allen couldn’t be saved. Still, it was because it was such a sad story that I was captivated by it. It also really made me feel the potential of the VOCALOID genre. It’s a derivative work, but also original content.

You: At the time I had thought it was really interesting and unusual to make a work with such dark fantasy elements using VOCALOID. I also really liked how catchy the tune was. It was also really impressive with all the derivative songs and fanart that got uploaded as things went on. I think it’s a work that shouldered a main pillar of the VOCALOID community in its heyday. And it’s really cool that it’s continuing to spread around the world even now.

--What image do you get of its creator, AkunoP?

Suzunosuke: Given he’s got “Akuno” (of evil) in his name, I thought he might be a scary person.

Ichika: Generally the people who do DTM have a kind of science-y image, so there’s that. And when we actually met, I remember he was a lot like that image. Though he was a bit thinner than I had imagined. Maybe if Akuno-san had shown up to our first meeting with his sunglasses look I’d answer that his image was different, haha.

You: Before I met him offline…He made a lot of romantic-type works, so I actually wondered if maybe he was a woman. When we actually met, it was apparently right after he’d changed his look, so I was a little amused to see him wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses.

--Have you all met AkunoP-san wearing sunglasses?

Suzunosuke: I actually just brushed him off because I didn’t know who he was for a second. As a fan the way he is now is probably close to his image as AkunoP, I would think.

Ichika: I also brushed him off.

You: Everybody brushed him off!

--Well that was an unexpected outcome, haha. Next, do you have a favorite AkunoP work?

Ichika: I actually really like “Clockwork Lullaby”. I prefer the quietly compelling melody and lyrics. Aside from that, I remember when I listened to “Daughter of Evil” I was really drawn to it, wondering what other kind of work he’d done, so that left a significant impression.

Suzunosuke: I think that might be “Re_Birthday”. The flow of sin and rebirth is so painfully beautiful, and I always get misty-eyed no matter how many times I listen to it.

You: Like Suzunosuke-san, I like “Re_Birthday”. I really love the music, and as for the story of it I think it’s really great it has that theme of salvation.

--I see. I had thought that Suzunosuke-san might say “Lunacy of Duke Venomania”, so that was surprising.

Suzunosuke: I could also say “Lunacy of Duke Venomania”, but I don’t want people to think I’m someone who likes erotic content, haha. But that’s also another song that I really like.

About the Novel Illustrations

--How did you feel when you heard about the “Daughter of Evil” becoming a novel?

Ichika: I was simply surprised.

Suzunosuke: I thought it was awesome.

You: I thought it was awesome for Akuno-san. I thought there must have been so many fan’s voices there, and that kind of invisible strength was deeply moving.

--Ichika-san, in the first book you did the cover illustration as well as the ones in the book itself—What was something that was hard about that?

Ichika: I’d have to say highlights.

--Highlights…! Certainly you had to do quite the interaction there… Honestly, was there any point where you were like, “I hope these editors step in dog crap”? haha

Ichika: Nah, ‘cause ever since I’ve become able to put in highlights more seriously, so I’d say it was good practice, haha.

--Suzunosuke-san, you were asked to do the cover for the second book; how was it when they approached you for that?

Suzunosuke: I had thought for sure that they were going to have me just do a pinup on the inside of the book, so then I was kind of like, “Now what?” The others who’ve been involved in it are such amazing illustrators, so I wondered if I’d be good enough for it.

--Was there anything you had trouble with?

Suzunosuke: Drawing the two of them to be just adorable was a little hard.

--I understand you had a bit of revision going on…?

Suzunosuke: Oh no, I saw that as being good training in a lot of ways, so even now it’s a good memory for me.

--You-san, you’ve been asked to do a lot of color illustrations each time, and in this guidebook you were entrusted with the cover illustration. How did you feel after finishing your work?

You: I really like doing the pinups, and I’ll generally paint them as I like, but I dealt with the cover with some different feelings in mind. As a fan I thought that Ichika-san would be given preference for sure. And I’ve refined on my composition a bit looking over past work. I wanted to emulate the flow of things up to now, so like Suzunosuke-san’s work I made it very horizontal.

--Who are some characters that were fun for you to draw in this novel series?

Ichika: All the characters are fun to draw, but if you’re gonna make me choose I’d say Elluka…I had this sense of security while drawing her, like it wasn’t an issue if I made her look a little bit like a villain.

Suzunosuke: I’ve only drawn two characters, so that would be the harmonius Clarith and Michaela. That pair so really cute, so I like them a lot.

--Suzunosuke-san, are there any characters that you would like to draw?

Suzunosuke: I love old man figures, so I’m a bit intrigued by Leonhart. Though I know that’s probably not what you were looking for, haha.

Ichika: (after half a second) It is!

Suzunosuke: Yay, haha

--You-san, you’ve probably drawn all of the main characters at this point; are there any that you’re fond of?

You: Everyone’s fun with how cute they are. I think Riliane-chan is really precious with how her hair is done up. And then there’s the princely Kyle-san—for some reason I’m always grinning when I draw him.

--Please tell us the impressions you were left with as the story has developed.

Ichika: I wasn’t expecting the romantic love between Michaela and Clarith, so that surprised me a bit.

Suzunosuke: I was actually really surprised that the base for Michaela and Gumillia’s appearances were those characters in those other songs.

You: I was also surprised at Michaela and Clarith. I felt the books complemented the content that wasn’t expanded on in the songs, which made them have a lot of interesting points. I think it’s also pretty great that I can now listen to the songs with a fresh perspective.

--Conclusively, how do you think the story will develop in the third book?

Ichika: I think Kyle’s mom is gonna be the final boss.

Suzunosuke: Hmm, I think all of the countries might get wrapped up in the fires of war. All the preliminary announcements have a pretty foreboding feeling to them.

You: All will go according to the will of god (AkunoP).

--Please let us know any final thoughts you have.

Ichika: Thanks for having me here. I don’t know yet how the third book is going to go, but I look forward to being able to go through the novels again with you.

Suzunosuke: I’d be really happy if I could be with you on the sidelines. This interview has been great!

You: I’m really happy to be linked to this series and involved in the work in this way. Thank you very much!

--Thank you very much for joining us everyone!

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buckybarnesdollface · 4 years

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Vampires & Pinup Girls

*sorry to everyone in advance who’s reading on the mobile app, I can’t get my keep reading link to show up on the app, it only works on a laptop, I’m so sorry*

“Attendance is mandatory,” Tony said. “The whole team is expected to be there.”

Some grumbles sounded from around the conference table. I watched as Bucky shot Tony a dirty look, but before an argument could break out between the two of them, I quickly cut in.

“Why is it mandatory for everyone, Tony? It’s just a Halloween party.”

“It is mandatory, Ms. (Y/L/N), because this is the first event the Avengers are throwing since…Well, since before the Accords,” Tony explained. “For two years the team’s image has been skewed to the public. This party is meant to show the world that we are once again a united team and stronger than ever.”

“So make an announcement or send out Christmas cards or something instead of forcing us to attend a stupid party,” Bucky grumbled, and then he pushed himself away from the table and stormed off. Steve shot Tony an apologetic look before following his friend.

“Always the drama queen,” Tony muttered, and I turned my head to glare at him.

“It makes him uncomfortable being around that many strangers,” I snapped. “The public hasn’t exactly been the most sympathetic to his situation, and it doesn’t make it any easier when he doesn’t even feel like he belongs with his own team.”

From around the table the team stared at me with wide eyes. Natasha arched an eyebrow at me and my cheeks reddened. I took a shaky breath and then muttered, “Just cut him some slack; you don’t know how hard it is for some people to put themselves out there,” before getting up and leaving the conference room.

I didn’t so much as hear Nat and Wanda follow me out as I felt them coming. Nat was emanating mild concern while Wanda radiated sympathy. I didn’t turn to look at them as they approached, instead slumping against a wall and shaking my head.

“When Steve recruited me for the team, it was supposed to be because I was supposed to be helpful,” I mumbled. “Instead it just seems like my powers put me in a lot of uncomfortable positions.”

“You know the tension between Stark and Barnes isn’t going away anytime soon,” Nat said to me. “You aren’t going to magically fix everything overnight, (Y/N).”

“I know that,” I groaned, and then I turned to Wanda. While I felt other people’s feelings, she could read minds. She was the only one who even somewhat understood and shared the burden I carried. “How do you block it all out?” I asked her, and she shook her head.

“I’ve already taught you how to tone it down, (Y/N),” she murmured sympathetically. “If you can’t control your powers around him it’s because you’re choosing not to, whether it’s a conscious decision or not.”

I shook my head. “It…It’s different with him,” I explained. “With most people, even when they’re feeling very strong emotions, usually I can tune it out. But with Bucky, everything he feels is just so intense. He’s always in pain and he’s always sad. But it’s such a deep pain and sadness that it tears through everything else and practically screams ‘I’m here’ at me.” I pursed my lips. “I just want to take all that pain away but he never lets anyone but Steve close enough for me to even suggest it.”

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re in love with him?” Natasha asked softly, and I glared at her.

“I am not –”

“(Y/N), there’s no point in denying it any longer,” Wanda sighed.

“Why not? It’s not like I can do anything about it.” My tone was meant to come off as angry but I just sounded sad. “We don’t even talk. I get the standard ‘hello’ in passing but that’s it. I can’t break past the brick wall he’s built around himself to get to what’s on the inside.”

There was, however, one thing I was keeping from them. Other than the pain and sadness that radiated from Bucky, there was something else. The first time I’d met him after Steve brought me to the compound, an inexplicable warmth spread from him to me the moment our eyes locked. Since that day, the warmth had grown stronger until every time I was in the same room as the surly supersoldier that warmth fought with his pain for my attention. I couldn’t explain it, but it drew me to him like a moth to a flame, and even though we never spoke more than two words at a time to each other I felt like I had a personal connection to this broken man.

The next day Steve came up to me while I was in the gym training.

“Tony told me what you said yesterday,” he said, and I blushed as I lowered the weights back onto the bar. I sat up and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped, I know it wasn’t my place –” I started, but Steve cut me off.

“There’s no need to apologize, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “I actually came here to thank you. I know Buck hasn’t had the easiest time adjusting to being part of the team, but ever since you’ve come along you’ve gone out of your way to make him feel like he belongs. So, thank you.”

My cheeks were hot. “Well at least someone notices,” I mumbled, and Steve shook his head.

“He notices,” he assured me. “Just…keep trying with him, (Y/N). I know he puts up a front and comes off like he’d rather keep to himself, but he does want to open up. He just needs a person who’s patient and that he feels comfortable around.”

“I can be patient,” I whispered, my throat all of a sudden dry, and Steve smiled.

“He needs someone like you in his life,” he said. “He must be sick of just my company by now.”

“Oh, Stevie, c’mon; you aren’t that bad,” I teased, and Steve laughed as he poked my side playfully. Then his face straightened.

“Before I let you get back to your workout, I also have a favour to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m going on a mission with Sam for the next couple of days,” he explained. “Is there any way you could just keep an eye on Bucky? Just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid or gets into a fight with Tony? I’ll be back on Friday in time for the party but with Sam and I both gone Bucky isn’t really going to have anyone…”

My heart had started to pound rapidly, but I nodded – Probably much too eagerly. “Of course, Steve,” I assured him. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Steve said with a warm smile, and then he gave me a nod before leaving the gym. My heart was still hammering in my chest at the thought of being Bucky’s closest friend for the next couple of days.

Bucky already kept to himself, but with Steve gone it was even less likely to see him around the compound. Except to occasionally come out to get food, he stayed in his room. It made keeping my promise to Steve easier, but it also made it impossible to get any one-on-one time with Bucky. So I spent the day with the rest of the team, helping to prepare for the party tomorrow night.

I was on my way out the door with Wanda to go last-minute costume shopping when a wave of tension hit me like a freight train. It stopped me dead in my tracks, and Wanda shot me a concerned look before I turned and followed the feeling to the kitchen.

The tension in there was so much worse. Bucky and Tony were in a standoff, both of them radiating the same energy as two dogs about to go for each other’s throats. Although I didn’t know the reason for the fight, I could tell that Tony was on the offense while Bucky was defensive. Neither of the men had noticed me and Wanda, but I could see the rage in Tony’s eyes and the glint in Bucky’s eyes when Tony took a step closer to him. More importantly, though, I could feel the severity of the situation in their emotions and if I didn’t do something then someone was going to get hurt.

Wanda must have read the direction my thoughts were headed because she opened her mouth to speak, but I was already crossing the room.

“Enough!” I snarled at the two men. “You aren’t children! And you aren’t animals either, so stop acting like it. You’re grown-ass men who should be able to coexist in the same building without the unnecessary hostility.”

“He broke the treadmill!” Tony spat, and Bucky’s eyes flashed.

“I told you, it wasn’t me,” he said through gritted teeth, and he moved to take a step closer. Before the fight could escalate, I stepped between the two men, pressing a hand to each of their chests to hold them apart.

“Stop it!” I shouted. Both of them looked shocked, but they stood down. I hadn’t intended to use my powers on them, so I was surprised and a little frightened when I felt a wave of calm wash over Bucky’s emotions. However, after quickly assessing Tony’s emotions I found he was still burning with anger which meant that I couldn’t have used my powers or he would be calm too. Confused, I quickly removed my hands from their chests. Bucky shot Tony a dirty look before storming out of the kitchen.

Torn between wanting to follow him and wanting to yell at Tony, I narrowed my eyes. I turned to Tony. “For the record, it was Thor who broke the treadmill,” I said icily. “I get that you don’t like him, but this whole making his life miserable thing has to stop, Tony. You of all people should be more considerate of the shit he’s already dealing with. Grow up.”

With that I turned on my heels and walked out, leaving both Tony and Wanda looking shocked.

I knew I had to find Bucky. Usually Steve was the one to make sure he cooled down after a confrontation, but with Steve not here that responsibility fell to me.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where did Bucky go?” I asked the AI.

“Sergeant Barnes is in the gym.”

Of course he was. I headed downstairs to the gym and took a deep breath before opening the door. Bucky had his back to me, engrossed in taking his frustration out on one of the punching bags. With one particularly hard punch he broke the bag clean from the cable it hung from and split the leather. Sand spilled over the floor and the broken bag skidded across the room, and Bucky cursed.

“As if Stark needed another reason to hate me,” he muttered, and I bit my lip.

“I can clean it up for you,” I offered hesitantly, and Bucky turned to me. His brows were knit together and his mouth was drawn in a frown as he rubbed at the knuckles of his flesh hand. They were red from the punching bag.

“I don’t need you to clean up my messes,” he said in a low voice, and I frowned.

“I never said you did. I was just offering to help.”

“Like in the kitchen?” He glared at me. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking,” I snapped, “that I had to stop the fight before one of you did something you’d regret. Steve would have done the same thing –”

“You aren’t Steve.”

His words were like a punch to my gut. “I know that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I get that you’d rather Steve be here than me, but I can’t help that. He’s on a mission, and I’m here. Sorry if that upsets you.”

Bucky winced, and suddenly guilt tinged his anger and annoyance. He quickly shook his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that, (Y/N),” he told me. “What I meant was that you shouldn’t have just jumped in like that. It’s like a kitten trying to stop a fight between two pitbulls.”

This time I glared. “You think I’m a kitten?” I hissed, and Bucky shook his head.

“I think it was dangerous for you to step in like that,” he replied, and then he turned his head away from me. “When I get angry like that, I…I don’t always trust myself.”

Self-loathing swallowed up any other emotion he was feeling, and I could feel my heart aching for him. Hesitating, I took a couple of steps closer to him.

“Bucky, don’t do this,” I said softly. “Don’t doubt yourself. You’ve come such a long way; don’t doubt the progress you’ve made.”

His gaze met mine, and for a second horror flashed through his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said in a hoarse voice, and my brow furrowed.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because you feel what other people are feeling,” he answered, “and it must be hell being around me. I don’t want anyone else to have to feel how I feel.”

I felt my heart leap to my throat at the sadness that enveloped every part of the man standing in front of me. More than anything I wanted to wrap my arms around him and take his pain away, but I knew I couldn’t make that choice for him. He’d had too many choices taken from him in his life when it came to his mind; this one had to be his.

“You don’t have to feel like this,” I told him quietly. His eyes met mine and he hesitated before speaking.

“Steve told me you could alter the way others feel,” he murmured. “I just…I’ve had people messing with my head for most of my life. I want to be in control of it all. Good or bad.”

“I understand,” I said softly. “I wouldn’t ever do it without your permission. I wouldn’t be taking anything from you, either. I can’t take memories and my effects are only temporary, but it does help in the moment. So if you ever need it…just let me know.”

I was worried I had overstepped a boundary, but Bucky’s emotions revealed that he was slowly becoming less defensive around me.

“Does it take anything out of you,” he asked, “when you do it?”

I shook my head. “Not usually. It can be mentally draining, sometimes, being exposed to so many different emotions around me, but Wanda’s taught me how to control it for the most part.”

“I’m sorry if anything I’ve ever felt has been a burden on you,” Bucky said quietly. I gave him a shy smile.

“It’s not as bad as you think,” I told him. “There’s a warmth in you. It’s nice…It feels like a fire on a cold winter night.”

I never thought I would see James Buchanan Barnes blush, and yet there it was. It brought with it a new wave of that warmth that I had grown to love, and I ached to feel more of it.

Unfortunately, the conversation was cut short when Scott walked into the gym. He took one look at Bucky and I, and then at the sand all over the floor from the busted punching bag, and his eyes widened.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just an accident,” I said quickly. “If you came in here to train then don’t let us stop you. We’re just gonna clean up the mess and leave.”

Scott still looked apprehensive, but he headed over to the bikes while Bucky and I began to clean up the sand. When we’d gotten rid of the mess, Bucky gave me a rueful smile.

“Thank you,” he said softly, and I returned the smile.

“Don’t mention it. I should get going; I’m supposed to be shopping with Wanda right now.”

“Oh, yeah, go then. I’ll be alright.”

He turned to leave, but I took a deep breath. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?” he replied instantly, spinning on his heels. He looked almost…hopeful?

“If you ever need anything…don’t hesitate to ask,” I murmured, and he smiled. The warmth he usually exuded had intensified until my whole body felt as if it were wrapped in a thick blanket.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he murmured, and then he was gone, leaving me feeling more unsteady than I’d ever felt.

“(Y/N), you look amazing,” Wanda breathed as I stepped out of the bathroom. I blushed and smoothed out the skirt of my dress.

“You think?” I asked uncertainly. “You don’t think I look silly, or dumb…?”

Nat grinned as she put on her devil horns headband. “If that outfit doesn’t have Barnes foaming at the mouth then the guy’s either blind or gay.”

My blush deepened, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t specifically chosen this costume for Bucky’s benefit. The red dress with white polka dots, the red pumps that had me standing six inches taller, the vibrant red lipstick, and the victory rolls that my hair had been styled into all made my 1940s-era pin-up girl ensemble. As I regarded my reflection in Wanda’s full-length mirror, I couldn’t help but admire how much I actually liked this look on me.

“Seriously, (Y/N) – You’ll be catching Bucky’s eye as well as the eyes of every other person with a dick at this party tonight,” Wanda teased. “Hell, if I weren’t so in love with Vis, I would go for you right now.”

She tried to make a seductive face but with her bunny ears and the little painted pink nose all I could do was giggle at how silly it looked and shake my head.

“C’mon, let’s get down there before Tony sends someone for us.”

As usual, Tony’s party was over-the-top. The entire main floor of the compound had been transformed into a mix of a club and a haunted house, with Halloween décor and flashing lights everywhere. The party was already in full swing and there had to have been at least three hundred people there.

Feeling a bit out of place, I dragged the girls over to the bar.

“Whiskey sour,” I told the bartender, and as soon as he handed me the glass I downed a mouthful.

“Damn, girl!” I heard from behind me, and turned to see Sam dressed as Will Smith’s character from Men in Black eying me with approval. Beside him Steve – dressed as Indiana Jones and looking absolutely adorable – looked as if he were unsure if he wanted to admire my costume or be the gentleman he was and not stare.

“She looks hot, huh?” Nat said smugly, and Sam nodded.

“Girl is on fire!” he breathed. “Who are you trying to impress, (Y/N)?”

My cheeks flamed. “No one,” I said too quickly. “I, uh…I just liked the costume.”

“You look just like you’ve come straight out of a magazine from the forties,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Buck’s gotta see this, it’s uncanny.”

His words set my heart racing, but when he turned and saw Bucky wasn’t anywhere in sight, Steve frowned. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Shoulda known he’d take off the first chance he got,” he said as Steve’s eyes scanned the crowd.

“I’ll find him,” Steve said, and he was about to leave when I set a hand on his arm.

“Let me handle this,” I said softly, and Steve’s brow furrowed.

“Are you sure?” he asked uncertainly. “He isn’t exactly the easiest to deal with when he’s like this.”

“Just trust me.”

Steve nodded, and I gave him a small smile before slipping away from the group. It didn’t take long for me to pick up on Bucky’s emotions. He was distressed, and it radiated so strongly it nearly drowned out everyone else around me. I followed the feeling into the kitchen and then the pantry, where I found Bucky leaning against the marble counter and breathing heavily.

“Bucky?” I said cautiously, and his head snapped up. When he saw me his eyes widened and he shook his head.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked. His voice was tight.

“Steve was wondering where you were. He was worried.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, and then turned away from me. I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch, and waited for him to speak.

“I don’t want to be here,” he finally said.

“But you’re already in costume,” I said encouragingly, and to be honest it surprised me that Steve had even managed to talk him into wearing one. He was dressed as a vampire, with a black shirt and a red velvet doublet over it. He had no fake fangs, but his already-pale skin and sharp cheekbones, combined with the way he’d pulled his hair back in a low ponytail, complemented the costume much better than a set of plastic fangs would. He was beautiful, in a dark and sexy way, but I was not here to admire him. “I’m not a fan of these parties, either,” I admitted to him, “but Tony was right. We do need to show solidarity as a team.”

“I can’t go out there, (Y/N), you don’t understand,” he said in a quiet voice, and the severity of his anxiety hit me like a truck. He was terrified.

“You can,” I murmured gently. “I know being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, but you have friends out there to help you through it. You’ve got Steve, and Sam, and…me.”

I bit my lip in anticipation of his response. Finally, he looked at me – really looked at me for the first time since I’d found him – and his eyes widened.

“Shit, doll, your costume is taking me right back to 1941,” he murmured, and I blushed.

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“Good,” he assured me quickly. “You look…you look amazing.”

My cheeks were hot and my heart was ready to burst out of my ribcage, but I couldn’t let my personal feelings get in the way of why I’d come to find him. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Dracula,” I chuckled, “but no one will see that if you stay in here all night.”

He shook his head again, his face paling. “(Y/N), I can’t…”

“You can,” I insisted. “Let me help you, Bucky. I can take away your anxiety if that’s what you want.”

For a moment he looked torn. I was sure he was going to say no, but to my surprise he nodded.

“Alright,” he finally said. “I…I trust you. Do it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Please.”

There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes, and with a deep breath I stepped towards him, hesitating before reaching out to take his flesh hand between both of mine. His skin was warmer than I’d expected and I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him. Instead I focused on the buttons of his doublet until all of his anxiety melted away into a calmness.

“How do you feel?” I asked tentatively as I let go of his hand and stepped back.

“So much better,” he admitted in awe. “(Y/N), thank you. I…Wow. I wish I had let you do this sooner.”

A wave of pride washed over me, and I gave him a warm smile. “Happy to help,” I said. “Now, are you ready to join the party?”

Bucky nodded. “I think so.”

“If you start to feel overwhelmed at all throughout the night, just come grab my hand and I’ll help. Okay?”

It was Bucky’s turn to blush. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, (Y/N),” he murmured. “I haven’t had peace of mind like this in a long time.”

“As I said, happy to help. Now c’mon, before Steve comes looking for us both.”

Steve mouthed a “thank you” to me as I led Bucky into the party. I replied with a smile and was glad to feel that Bucky’s anxiety hadn’t returned upon facing the party head-on. Nat and Wanda both arched their brows at me.

“What did you say to get him here?” Wanda asked.

“Or what did you do?” Nat smirked and I glared at her.

“I did what I would have done for anyone on the team.”

“Well he keeps staring at you,” Nat pointed out. “Guess the costume is working?”

Before I could even look to see if he really was in fact staring, Wanda dragged me out onto the dancefloor. “We’ll give him something to stare at!” she giggled, and then she was twirling me around and I almost – almost – was having too much fun to remember I was trying to catch a certain supersoldier’s attention.

Throughout the night I tried to keep in touch with Bucky’s emotions to make sure his anxiety wasn’t returning, but after a few whiskey sours my focus wasn’t as sharp and Nat and Wanda had me dancing until my feet started to ache in my heels. Sam had joined us on the dancefloor, as had Thor and Peter. Eventually, Nat went and grabbed a hold of Steve’s and Bucky’s hands and dragged them into the group.

“You guys are old, but you’re not dead!” she exclaimed. “Show us some of that forties’ charm!”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and I could feel his anxiety start to creep back into his mind. Before he could open his mouth, Wanda had pulled Steve forward to dance with her and Nat was nudging me towards Bucky.

I hesitated before setting a hand on Bucky’s arm. “If you need me to do the thing, I will,” I told him quietly, but he shook his head.

“No, I’m fine. Just…Dance with me?”

He said it as a question, and I gave him a small smile and nodded. It was a slow song playing and I hesitantly slipped my arms around his neck. Bucky set his hands on my waist and then looked at me imploringly.

“Is this alright?” he asked and I chuckled.

“This is 2019, Buck. If dance moves were rated like movies, this one would barely be considered PG.”

He blushed but nodded, and then we swayed gently to the music. It was neither awkward nor perfect – It was just nice, but I was okay with just nice if it meant I was dancing with Bucky. When the song ended and a more upbeat one started, he didn’t pull away like I had expected him to do, but instead he twirled me around and I let out a little shriek of surprise.

“Natasha was right; I’m old, not dead,” Bucky said. “Let me prove to you there’s more to me than a brooding ex-assassin.”

We danced for the better part of an hour, and I think everyone was shocked to learn that this side of Bucky existed. Steve looked thrilled – After all, he likely hadn’t seen his best friend so carefree in over seventy years. I myself was giddy with happiness; this night was so much better than I had thought it would be. As the time passed, though, my heels started making my feet ache more and more until I could barely stand, let alone dance. I apologized to the group and went to find a couch to rest on. Bucky detached himself from the group and followed me.

“You alright?” he asked me as I sank into the cushions of a couch not too far from the bar.

“Yeah, I just needed to sit,” I replied. “These shoes are unforgiving.”

“So take ‘em off.”

“But they complete the outfit.”

“Doll, with or without the shoes you still look stunning, trust me.” He sat on the edge of the table in front of me. “C’mon, let’s get you out of them before I have to start carrying you around because you can’t walk.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You would carry me around if I couldn’t walk?”

“Well it’s the least I could do,” he replied. “I mean, I owe you one, don’t I? If it weren’t for you, then I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be up in my room alone missing out on all the fun down here.”

“You don’t owe me,” I protested. “Seeing you have fun for once is reward enough for me.”

He gave me a shy smile. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Steve was right about you.”

This piqued my interest. “What do you mean?”

Bucky blushed and ducked his head, suddenly uncomfortable. “It’s nothing, I just…” He shook his head, then stood. “I need a drink,” he said. “Do you want a drink?”

“Um, yeah, sure. A whiskey sour, I guess,” I said, and he nodded before taking off to the bar and leaving me confused.

He returned with a beer for him and a whiskey sour for me. He handed me my drink but remained standing, his hand tapping the beer bottle as if he were nervous.

“Bucky, are you alright?” I asked, and he plastered a smile onto his face.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. It’s been fun, but I think I might just turn in for the night.”

I did the best I could to hide the disappointment on my face and instead stood despite the protest from my aching feet. “I’ll walk with you,” I told him. “I’m getting tired, too.”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to leave the party just because I am,” Bucky protested. “Stay. Have fun.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or just pure confidence that drove me to say what I did next.

“How can I have fun when the best part of my night is leaving?”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed. “You don’t mean that,” he finally said. “You just want me to stay.”

I shook my head. “I never said we had to stay,” I disagreed. “I’m just saying my night has been a lot better with you as a part of it.”

“(Y/N)…” Bucky shook his head. “What do you want from me?”

“Only the truth.”

“And what truth would that be?”

“Why did you let me use my powers on you tonight?”

Bucky frowned. “I’m tired of letting my insecurities control me.”

I shook my head. “I meant, why tonight? I’ve offered before and you wouldn’t, but tonight you barely hesitated.”

Bucky was silent for a moment. When he finally spoke, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Because,” he murmured, “you walked into that pantry and I felt calmer before you even touched me. And you were wearing that damn outfit…I knew I’d be kicking myself in the ass if I let you walk out of that pantry back into the party because with the way you look tonight any guy here would be all over you.”

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my body grow warm. I wanted to jump him right then and there, but he was nervous and I didn’t want to scare him. “So why are you leaving me here now?” I asked him quietly.

The pause before his answer was even longer this time. “Because it scares me to think that you’ll see me differently if you spend any more time with me,” he admitted in a rough voice.

I took a step towards him, and then another, until we were mere inches apart. “I see the guy that made my night pretty damn great,” I told him. Before he could speak, I took his flesh hand in mine and was met with a wave of heat. “You’re incredibly warm,” I murmured.

“My body temperature runs higher than a normal person’s –” he started, but I shook my head.

“Not that. I mean that warmth I told you I felt in you? It’s…stronger. A lot stronger.”

In fact, it was so strong it was radiating from him to me until we were enveloped in our own little wildfire. I couldn’t even feel anyone else around me anymore, just him.

“I have one more question,” I said, and Bucky pursed his lips before nodding at me to continue. I licked my lips before asking, “Do you really want to go upstairs to your room alone while I stay here at the party?”

Bucky gritted his teeth. “No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you to tell me neither of us are spending the night alone tonight.”

My hand on his tightened. “As long as you promise me that as much as you love this outfit, you won’t hesitate to help me out of it,” I said in a low voice, and Bucky’s blue eyes darkened as the heat he radiated became almost stifling.

“Upstairs,” he growled. “Now.”

His tone made me shiver in anticipation. “Whose room?”

“Yours is closer.”

The trip from the elevator to my door was a blur of heat and the thickest tension I’d ever felt. My stomach flipped with nerves as I felt Bucky’s eyes on me from behind me, and when the elevator stopped on the third floor, he followed me to my door. I managed to turn the knob, but as soon as I had stepped into the room Bucky’s hands were on my waist and he was spinning me around to face him. He kicked the door shut, his hands still on my waist as his eyes regarded me with hunger but also hesitance.

“(Y/N), are you sure you want this?” he asked me, and I rolled my eyes.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear to god…”

I didn’t get to finish my threat, however, because Bucky had pulled me flush against him and crushed his lips to mine. I let out a surprised gasp and my hands quickly grasped Bucky’s biceps to steady myself as my legs started to feel weak. I had pictured this moment for months, and now that it was actually happening it was better than I could have ever imagined. His lips were soft but his kiss was hard, and soon he had me breathless.

“Bucky,” I breathed, disconnecting our lips. His mouth continued to trail down my jaw to my neck and my hands on his arms tightened.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmured against my skin. “Tell me.”

“You. I want you.”

Suddenly Bucky’s hands slid under my thighs and he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and he reconnected our kiss as he carried me to the bed, where he laid me down among the blankets and pillows. He crawled on top of me, his eyes still dark, and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at me.

“You are so beautiful,” he told me quietly, and I was sure I blushed from head to toe. Bucky leaned in to kiss me softly, and when he pulled away, I bit my lip.

“Thought you were gonna help me out of this dress, Sergeant,” I said to him in a husky voice. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard, but then he gave me a small smile and shook his head.

“Oh, I will, doll, but you gotta have patience. I plan on taking my time with this.” He leaned in so that his mouth was at my ear, his breath hot. “Wanna make sure I ruin you for all other men.”

His words sent shivers through me and I let out a soft whimper as his teeth nipped gently at my earlobe before he pulled away. The ache at my core grew stronger than ever and I sat up, my arms winding around his neck and pulling him back to me for a searing kiss. Bucky lifted me into his lap and my legs once again wound around his waist as I hugged him to me. Our mouths remained locked in a passionate dance as Bucky’s hands roamed down my body to rest on my hips. My own hands fumbled with the buttons of his velvet doublet, and once he was rid of that I tugged the hem of his black shirt from the waistband of his pants and began on those buttons as well. I only got half of them undone before Bucky’s lips tore away from mine and he cocked one dark eyebrow at me.

“What did I say about taking my time?” he said. “Can’t do that if you tear off all my clothes right now.”

Flushed, I pouted at him. “I need something!” I huffed, but then a wicked smile spread across my face and I started to grind my hips against Bucky’s. His eyes widened and narrowed within half a second, and then I was once again pinned to the bed with him above me.

“Easy, doll,” he said in a low voice. “The more you try to rush me, the longer I’ll make you wait.”

I glared up at him, but was quickly sated when his lips started kissing the hollow of my throat. I let out a soft moan and it spurred him on, his hands once again roaming the curves of my body over my dress. He shifted and used his knee to nudge my legs apart enough for him to fit his thigh between them, but when I tried to wiggle closer to give myself some relief his hands held my hips firmly to the mattress. He chuckled at my huff of annoyance.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you, doll,” Bucky murmured. His lips had moved to the tops of my breasts that spilled out of the neckline of my dress, and his flesh hand slid slowly up my left leg while the metal hand still held my hips in place. I could feel myself grow hotter as his hand slid further up my leg, under my dress and towards the inside of my thigh. I tugged the elastic from his hair and carded my fingers through it. It was soft, and Bucky momentarily stopped his actions to close his eyes and let out a quiet groan. As sexy as the sound was, I silently cursed myself because his hand had been so close to where I needed it to be.

“You make it awful hard to take my time, doll,” he told me, his voice husky. “I can practically smell how bad you want it.”

I blushed. “How…?”

“Supersoldier, remember? Everything is enhanced.”

I should have been embarrassed that he could smell my arousal, but honestly it just made the whole thing that much hotter. I bit my lip, all annoyance at his slow pace replaced with the need to feel him everywhere.

“Please. Bucky,” I whined. “I need you to touch me.”

Bucky grinned, and then his hand under my dress finally slid up the inside of my thigh and over the black lace panties I was wearing. My eyes drifted shut at the contact, and when his hand applied more pressure to my clothed core I whimpered.

“This what you wanted, doll?” Bucky murmured as he rubbed at my core. I could only nod, and when he pushed my panties aside to slide his warm fingers through my slick folds my breath caught in my throat. “So wet for me,” he breathed. “I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

“So touch me,” I challenged, and Bucky’s eyes narrowed. The next thing I knew he was tearing the panties from my hips and I couldn’t even care that it was my favourite pair – The action was so hot that it just made me want him that much more. I sat up and grabbed his shirt, yanking it open. Buttons popped and Bucky growled, pulling me until I was straddling his lap as his shirt fell from his shoulders, leaving him bare from the waist up. He really was a work of art, but I didn’t have long to marvel at his beauty before his lips crashed against mine and his hand once again found its way under my dress. Before he could touch me, though, I pulled away from his kiss and shook my head.

“Not that one,” I told him. “I want the metal one.”

Bucky’s eyes bulged, and for a minute I feared I’d pushed him too far. But then his eyes darkened and he replaced his flesh hand with the vibranium one. He held my eyes as he ran his fingers through my folds, the contrast between the cold metal and my wet heat sending shivers through my body. When he finally sank one and then two fingers inside of me my head fell back and I let out an obscene moan.

“That’s it,” Bucky cooed, his fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Just let me take care of you.”

I moaned again, and Bucky shifted our bodies so he was hitting me at a different angle. I cried out as his fingers found that magic spot inside me, and Bucky watched with a rapt expression on his face as I more or less fucked his hand. I could feel the coil in my abdomen tighten, but before I could come Bucky was pulling his hand away, leaving me empty and aching.

“Not yet, doll,” he murmured, and instead of whining I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my mouth, licking his metal digits clean of my juices without breaking eye contact. He stared at me with lust-filled eyes and I could feel him hardening beneath me. I smirked as I let his hand fall to his side.

“You aren’t the only one who knows how to play this game,” I teased. A growl rumbled from his chest, and then in one swift movement my dress had been yanked over my head and I was on my back and pinned to the bed with him hovering above me. His hair hung in his face, and I reached up to tuck some of it behind his ear. He turned his head to nip lightly at my wrist.

“You look absolutely breathtaking right now, doll,” he murmured, and I grinned.

“My view’s not too bad, either,” I chuckled. “But are we gonna keep staring at each other or actually do something?”

Bucky laughed, and then he flipped over so that he was on his back and I was straddling his hips. His hands slid up my body until they cupped my breasts, and when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I let out a soft moan and grinded my hips against his, causing his erection to twitch in his pants. I leaned down to catch his lips with mine, and as we kissed one of his hands alternated between my breasts while the other rocked me against him. The friction of his clothed erection against my bare core was going to quickly bring me to an orgasm, but before I could even build up to it Bucky’s hands gripped my hips and he tugged me up his body until his face was level with the heat between my legs.

“You smell so good, doll,” he mumbled. “Gotta have a taste.”

Before I could protest, Bucky was lifting my hips and sliding his face between my thighs. His tongue swiped along my slit and I moaned so loud I was sure the entire compound would have heard me if not for the party going on downstairs. My hands gripped the iron headboard in front of me for support as Bucky’s tongue continued to explore my folds. When his mouth finally sought out my clit I gasped his name, my hands letting go of the headboard so my fingers could tangle in his hair to hold him there. I could feel him smile against me, his hands tight on my thighs around his head, and when he began to suck on my clit, I couldn’t help but roll my hips against his face. My enthusiasm had him moaning into me which only added to my pleasure, and it wasn’t long before I was so close to falling over the edge.

“Bucky…” I whined breathlessly. His mouth briefly stopped its ministrations and his eyes met mine. He looked about as wrecked as I felt.

“Come for me, doll,” he urged, his voice husky. “Come all over my face, I wanna taste how sweet your release is.”

His words, combined with his lips wrapping around my clit, had me coming undone in the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I cried out Bucky’s name, my fingers curling tightly in his hair as my nails dragged against his scalp, while Bucky brought me down with tiny kisses and kitten licks. When I’d finally somewhat gotten my breath back, Bucky lifted me off his face and sat up, pulling me to his chest and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead as he smoothed out my hair.

These moments of tenderness weren’t something I had expected from the world’s deadliest ex-assassin, but knowing he had this side warmed my heart. However, I was still starving for his touch and the tenderness could wait until later. My hands reached down and undid the buckle of his belt before unbuttoning his pants and reaching underneath his boxer briefs to grab his length. He let out a soft hiss as my fingers curled around the shaft, and when my thumb brushed over the tip, he groaned my name.

“I can’t do this any longer,” he panted. “I need you now.”

With that, Bucky rid himself of the rest of his clothes and then I was on my back and he had taken himself in his hand. He slid his length through my soaked folds a few times, coating it with my juices, and then he aligned himself with my entrance and slid in fully in one slow thrust. I whimpered at how well he filled me and he let out a soft “Fuck,” stilling as he allowed for me to adjust to his size. He was certainly the largest I had ever had, but I wanted him so badly I didn’t need more than a couple of seconds to adjust. I rolled my hips up into his, and when he let out a sharp breath, I bit my lip.

“Ruin me, Sergeant,” I said in a smoky voice, and that was all the encouragement Bucky needed because all of a sudden he was pulling out of me just to slam back into me. He set a brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he drove into me over and over, the room suddenly filled with the sound of skin on skin and our moans and whimpers of pleasure. Every time Bucky thrust into me, I let out a moan and my walls would clench around him, causing him to grunt and groan in return. It wasn’t long before my legs started to feel boneless and the coil in my stomach tightened, but before it tightened too much Bucky’s movements slowed until he was barely dragging in and out of me.

I looked up to see that his brow was furrowed and I realized that he was concentrating on not coming. I reached up to pull his face to mine, kissing him hard as I purposely clenched my walls around his length and rolled my hips against his. He choked on the air he’d just sucked in and I could feel his cock twitch inside me.

“(Y/N)…” he warned. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.”

“It’s okay, I’m close,” I breathed. My fingers laced through his hair as I pulled his face close to mine. “Come for me, Buck. I’ll be right behind you.”

With a soft groan, Bucky set at a ruthless pace once again. It didn’t take long before his thrusts became more erratic, but he was determined to make me come first as he reached between us with his flesh hand to rub furiously at my clit while he drove into me. Between his fingers on my clit, the way his thick length stretched my walls while he hit that sweet spot inside of me, and his searing kiss, it took no time at all to have me coming undone and crying out “James, fuck!” My nails scratched along his back as I arched into him, and then his hips stuttered and I could feel him spill into me. He buried his face into my neck with a groan, and we stayed like that for a few minutes.

Bucky’s weight was heavy on top of me, but in a comfortable way, so I was disappointed when his now-soft length slipped out of me and he rolled onto his back next to me. Neither of us spoke right away, and panic started to settle in – Panic that he’d gotten what he wanted and that would be it.

He got up after a minute and disappeared into the bathroom, and I was surprised when he returned a minute later with a damp washcloth. Waiting for my permission, he cleaned up the mix of our juices between my legs with a gentleness the complete opposite of how he’d handled me only moments before. He pressed a quick kiss to the inside of my thigh as he finished up, a rueful grin on his face.

“I made quite the mess of ya, doll, I’m sorry,” he chuckled, and I bit my lip and giggled before sitting up and brushing a damp lock of hair from his face.

“Don’t apologize, silly. You did promise to ruin me for all other men.”

His eyes were blue fire as he regarded me. “Did it work?”

I got the impression that we were no longer just carrying out playful banter; the way he was staring at me, mixed with the warmth that his mind was emitting, were what gave me the courage to do what I did next. Sitting up on my knees, I pulled him into a lingering kiss. When we broke apart, I held his eyes.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Buck,” I whispered, my voice husky. “It’s always gonna be you.”

I watched Bucky’s face soften. “Fuck, doll, you have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmured, and then he laid me back down in the pillows for round two.

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trillian-anders · 5 years

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chicken noodle soup

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, a little angst. just a dash.

word count: 1779

description: chef!au; bucky makes you chicken noodle soup when you’re sick, and you guys have a talk.

note: i’m extremely sick and this is what i wrote, i needed a little comfort. if you have a request for the next dish, let me know loves.

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You watched the corded muscles of his back from your spot on the sofa. His right arm moving up and down, steadily chopping carrots as the garlic and onions sweat in a large pot on the stove. His left arm, something you still didn’t ask him about, mottled skin covered with blooming flowers, a rosary, whisping into a vintage pinup girl that posed on his forearm, hands tangled in her hair as she arched her back against the flowers behind her as if laying in a field of flowers.

His left arm held down the vegetable, knuckles facing the knife as he cut the carrots into thick pieces, practiced fingers running against the blade before he switched hands, left moving not quite as steadily, but still practiced.

You were sure your apartment smelled delicious, if only you could smell it.

He came over even though you’d told him not to. Last night when you’d stumbled in your front door after a very draining workweek. The winter deadline met, first quarter final report submitted and a head pounding and nose clogged you’d collapsed onto your couch with a bottle of NyQuil. Dead to the world.

He’d called worried, you’d been telling him you hadn’t felt well all week. “You need to rest babydoll,” He scolded, you’d rolled your eyes on the phone with him, your heart warming with the concern laced in his voice, toeing your socks off before slipping under the covers. “Stark can go a day or two without you.”

“After this week ends,” You said, “I just have to meet Friday’s deadline and then I’ll rest.” Friday had happened, and everything was done. And you collapsed on your sofa. Resting.

His call came in two hours after you’d fallen asleep, a groggy, “Hi baby.” And he sighed,

“I’m coming over.” You snuggled deeper into the cushions of the sofa you’d spent way too much money on, suddenly appreciating how large and soft it was.

“I’ll be fine,” You croaked, “Really.” But you could already hear his keys in his hand.

The food truck had been doing really well, well enough that Bucky and Sam hired some extra help. A kid named Peter who needed an after school job that would just handle plating and taking money while Sam or Bucky cooked, finally giving them enough time off between them to start seriously looking for commercial space for their restaurant. Something Bucky had been giddy about for weeks.

“I told Sam I needed tomorrow off,” He said, toeing off his boots by the front door. Your sleepy face peering at him from behind the blankets pulled up to your nose. “But I’ll have to work Sunday.” He had a large paper bag he’d set on the counter before padding over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You really didn’t have to come,” Your nose stuffed and red, a pile of discarded tissues next to you on the coffee table and reruns of Survivor playing on TV. He rolled his eyes, picking the snotty mess of tissues up and saying,

“When’s the last time you ate?” You didn’t know. “Here.” A glass of orange juice and a glass of water, “You need liquids.” You sniffled and he ran his fingers best he could through your tangled hair. “Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?”

“I’m comfy here.” You mumbled, eyes half lidded. He nods, brushing his thumb across your cheek,

“Sleep babydoll, I’ll wake you up to eat.”

He’d refilled your water, the small sips for your scratchy throat was a marvel. He’d placed a pack of honey cough drops and a new bottle of NyQuil on the coffee table. There was a multi-pack of tissues sitting still in the plastic beside them. The tv had been turned down to a quiet amble. He was listening to some kind of podcast in the kitchen.

He poured a box of chicken broth into the large pot. A smaller pot next to it cooking egg noodles. A ginger root sat idly beside the stove.

You knew Bucky loved to cook, he loved making you things you’d never tried before, he’d love to experiment with flavors and you were his own personal guinea pig to try new recipes. They were trying to nail down their menu after all. But he would also make the best comfort food that warmed your very soul.

He knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it. And this soup, as stuffy and clogged, as your head pounded and your body ached, you needed this soup.

He stirred, a strand of hair falling into his eyes. It must be late. He’d changed into pajamas. The loose sweats and t-shirt wasn’t what he was wearing when he first arrived. He must have felt your eyes on him, turning to look at you as you pulled your lips into a chapped smile. He laughed softly,

“You look so pathetic.” He joked, pulling a bowl from the cabinet.

“I am.” You whined, rubbing your head against the pillow, comfortably watching him scoop some noodles into the bowl before ladling the broth on top. Chicken, carrots, celery, mushrooms, a bit of grated ginger, the broth was dark from some soy sauce. Red pepper flakes mixed in and garnished with cilantro. “Spicy Asian chicken noodle soup.” The broth hit your nose and you could almost feel your sinuses clear then. “You’ll be able to breathe again by the end of this.” His socked toes meeting yours as he curled up next to you, sitting you up and handing you the bowl. “I know you like spice.”

It was so fucking good. Runny nose be damned. You hadn’t realized how hungry you actually were. A bowl was finished, and then a second. His fingers tracing up and down your spine while you ate.

“If you’re not feeling better by Sunday, you should call out on Monday.” The soup had been packed and stored in your fridge. The noodles separate from the broth. “Stark can afford to go one day without you. You have those sick days for a reason.” You know. You know.

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you tight into his chest.

“I’m gonna get you sick.” You mumbled into his soft well worn shirt. His fingers massage your scalp, your eyes drooping.

“I’ll be fine,” He pressed his lips to your head, “Don’t worry about me. Sleep sweetheart.”

And you did.

“So next week Steve is coming up from DC for the weekend.” Bucky called from the kitchen, heating up the leftover soup from last night, “If you’re feeling better by then we were going to go out to dinner, he’s been asking about you and Sam and I think it would be good for you to meet him if you can.” Steve. The other part of the trio.

Bucky had told you they were inseparable once, meeting in basic training the three of them becoming quick friends. Their paths crossed a year after, the three of them chosen to be part of a special ops squad that moved mostly undercover. It didn’t need to be said that the story behind his left arm was buried there somewhere. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. And that’s okay.

“If you’d like me to.” Honestly it gave you anxiety. You and Bucky hadn’t really had the talk yet, the two of you not even breaching the conversation having sex after spending the majority of the last month together. There was making out, kissing, and a lot of it. But if he wanted you to meet

Steve it must mean something right?

But there was still this paranoia, this little niggling in your brain that made you feel like the rug was going to be pulled from beneath you. Just like it had before.

How many times had you been really into a guy and when it came to the point, in what you thought was a relationship, to meet his friends or family he was suddenly really shady about it. A guy had literally told you once, “My friends would make fun of me if I dated a fat girl.” That had been a heavy blow.

And you know you’re beautiful, you know you’re smart, and you know that you can survive on your own. But you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted to start working towards a partner, possibly getting married, maybe having or adopting kids. And Bucky seemed so perfect. A little too perfect.

“Of course I want you to.” Meet Steve. The bowl was carefully handed to you while he settled down next to you with his own bowl. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” The soup was just as good as you remembered it from last night. It had been late, almost one am when the two of you cuddled up on the couch and cleared your sinuses for the first time in a week.

You shrug, spooning more of the spicy salty broth into your mouth. He gives you a strange look, “You’re my girlfriend,” Brow scrunched, “Girlfriends typically meet their boyfriend’s friends.” Your chapped lips parted and closed, “I mean I know we never like, officially, said anything, but… I thought you knew we were together.” His voice sounded a little sad. His eyes meet yours, placing his bowl on the coffee table.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted to--” You sighed heavily, “I’m sorry. No, we are together.”

“Did you think we weren’t?” The bowl was taken from your hands and gently placed beside his on the coffee table, grasping your cold hands in his.

“I… I didn’t know,” It was hard to look at him, “Sometimes, it’s just…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it more clear what my intentions were.” His voice level and reassuring, “I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend.” Your eyes glassy. Your period was probably going to start soon, to be fair. You’d cried during Masterchef earlier when the girl had burned her sauce. It had been devastating.

“No, I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “Communication goes both ways and I just didn’t think to ask.” In case you said no. He softly pressed his lips to yours,

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” You sniffle,

“You’re gonna get sick.” Bucky rolls his eyes, smiling,

“Are you gonna answer my question or not?” You bit a little dry skin off your bottom lip before nodding,

“Yes.”

The next weekend had been at his own apartment, his stuffy nose and watery coughs a mimic of yours. The dinner with Steve would have to wait.

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movienotesbyzawmer · 4 years

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Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019)

I mostly like Quentin Tarantino's movies, but when I saw this in the theater I considered it one of his worst. But I still liked some stuff about it. I liked the thick atmosphere of late-sixties Los Angeles, and I liked Leonardo DiCaprio's character's arc & his performance, and I liked some of the playful touches, even though some of them feel indulgent. "Indulgence" is a big concern when it comes to evaluating QT's movies. Sometimes his indulgences are charming and sometimes not so much. I'm kind of hoping a second viewing will make me like this movie a bit more. Okay, here goes…

Vintage Columbia logo. That kind of thing always works well on me.

First five minutes or so are cinematic in a familiar way, not much to note. But at about 0:06:15 there's a jarring little interruption where a narrator tells us LD just lied. The only moment of narration at all.

Then Al Pacino is reflecting on some of the movies he's been watching, and we see some clips. They look kind of vintage, but also kind of Tarantino-y. Like, that scene where LD torches Nazis doesn't actually look like it could be from the 60s.

"Bounty Law! Starring Rick Dalton!" Then a cut to a dorky TV musical sketch. Kind of funny. Not subtle. I love that announcer voice that says "Bounty Law!"

One thing that often works well in QT movies is when he has an actor deliver, and savor delivering, a weighty minute or so of dialogue that really sets up a situation. Think Christopher Walken's monologue in Pulp Fiction or the first scene with Christoph Waltz in Inglourious Basterds. This AP conversation where he talks to LD about where to take his career is like a mini version of one of those but doesn't last as long.

0:15:10 - First really nice period shot of LA. Very nice to look at.

I think the intended audience for this movie knows details about the Manson murders that most moviegoers don't actually know. For example, the ominous close-up of the sign for Cielo Drive. I don't think it's a mistake; I think he's knowingly alienating some viewers so he can give a better experience to those who do know about them. So I can't imagine recommending this movie without also strongly suggesting studying the Manson murders first.

Brad Pitt speeds down a boulevard in West Hollywood, a filming location which has been very lovingly decorated in the style of the period. The production design of this movie was rightly heralded.

Sequence with BP in his trailer making dinner for himself and his dog. Vivid; at one point they cut to a closeup of a pinup poster. Doesn't seem to be a reason for that except for "I'm Quentin Tarantino and I do whatever I feel like". Indulgent, is what I'm saying.

Also indulgent is this minute we're spending watching Roman Polanski drive to this party at the Playboy mansion.

I don't remember noticing this before, but that's Damian Lewis playing Steve McQueen and that's kind of perfect.

Scene where Kurt Russell is telling LD that BP has a creepy vibe and killed his wife, then we cut abruptly to apparently a scene of BP having a mundane argument with his wife maybe… okay, leaves the audience wanting more info, but maybe in kind of an irritating way.

Now this scene with Bruce Lee holding forth. Bruce Lee probably didn't generally speak in arrogant, bullying Quentin Tarantino monologues. Entertaining scene though.

But the left-me-wanting conversation from the previous scene helps this scene with Bruce Lee be more tense. Also the not-ringing-true snottiness of Bruce Lee makes it funny how that fight goes down.

0:52:30 - Okay, LD is in costume as a bad guy on a show, and he's got the long hippy hair that was spoken of in the AP scene. Just saying, I like that it was described and now we're seeing what I'd pictured.

And now this memorable conversation between LD and the little girl actress. The kid acts so grown up. This could have failed because of course no eight year old talks like this girl. But this scene is awesome. And without movies by QT, there aren't scenes like this.

Now Margot Robbie. We've seen her in a few scenes so far as Sharon Tate, but she's only been depicted as a dancing starlet bopping around town. For those of us that know she's a Manson victim, it works in a certain way. But does it work otherwise?

Okay, this is a peculiar part of the movie, it's pretty fun but kind of insider-y. LD is talking about being in the running for Steve McQueen's role in The Great Escape, and they edit in some outstanding CGI scenes of LD in the actual movie of The Great Escape. Playful, but just a weird bit of color…

…but then here's this next scene where MR, playing Sharon Tate, happens upon a cinema playing a movie she's in, and after a leisurely-paced interaction with the cinema workers, she goes in and watches the movie. Unlike the CGI trickery demonstrated in the last scene with LD, we watch actual Sharon Tate on screen. MR is visibly delighted to see "herself", and to hear the audience reacting to her performance. It all works, maybe more in spite of than because of QT's ever-present choice-broadcasting (which is also why we get a good look at MR's feet in this scene).

This is followed immediately by the sequence of the TV show LD is shooting. More playful indulgence. We see the scene edited as it probably would have been edited in 1969, but shot with modern cinematography, and interrupted by LD calling for his line, then backing up and redoing some of the scene. Can it be justified beyond just the undeniable fact that it's pretty interesting? Maybe that's enough. Maybe I'm being a snob, but also, what, was I not supposed to acknowledge it at least?

Stuff now starting with BP picking up Margaret Qualley's dirty hippy flirty cultist character. Before she even has any lines, the screen is practically bulging from the force of MQ's personality. It's entertaining.

1:28:30 - More of the TV show. We get to see LD's character be a good actor, and impress the director and the kid actor, which touches him, it's nice.

It's an hour and 38 minutes into the movie, and now we're to the scene on Spahn's Movie Ranch. I'm already thinking that by now we should be deeper into some kind of story than we are, and now this scene that I remember vividly. Not totally in a bad way, but for all the good things about it, it is stretched way out. Suspense is built up, skillfully, but without the kind of payoff we'd probably like. I mean, it's like a horror movie, with the rat squirming in the trap and the tense music and the "HE MAY BE TIRED" line from Dakota Fanning, but then it's back to not being a horror movie….

…in fact, it's on to this charismatic-tough-guy scene that feels Pulp-Fiction-y. Our MINDS are BLOWN that he hit the guy so hard and made the cultists so mad, it's a fantasy come to life, but just in a movie!!! This stuff is long, but not THAT boring, but maybe it could have been a little less boring, plus more relevant to later events.

LD and BP are now watching an episode of a show he'd done. Way more violent than TV shows probably were in 1969. They like watching his little "heavy" role and chuckling about it.

Then a SIX MONTHS LATER card, and some narration for the first time since that little jokey bit in the beginning. Also jokey is the fact that this new section is narrated, VERY narrated, and is the fact that Kurt Russell is the narrator also jokey?

2:02:50 - "…going back to Missouri." LD's character is from Missouri? With that accent? Is this also an in-joke?

The aforementioned narration persists for a long time. Seems gratuitous. QT was clearly like "We'll do the first two hours of the picture without a narrator, and then suddenly there will be a whole bunch of stupid narration hahahahahahaha! No one else would do that!!! That's reason enough for me to do it!!!!"

Finale is going on now with the Manson cultist killer people approaching the house. If you know what really happened, you're freaking out. But if you know what really happened and you already know how this movie changes that story… it's entertaining. What I'm saying is that it's funny this second time through, without the worry about seeing what really transpired.

"And you were on a horsie!" "Nah something dumber than that" Hahaha BP is super funny in this scene.

Dang, the dog just mutilates Tex, and it's funny!

He violences that woman very very very much, it's nuts, kind of funny but so disturbing.

LD flamethrowers that girl in the pool. She's in the pool. But still dies from being on fire. /shrug

We never did get the whole story about BP killing his wife.

The last scene, MR talks to LD, inviting him up for a friendly drink with her friends. It ends with us thinking how nice it would be if she and her friends hadn't been the victims of a cruel slaughter just moments earlier. That's not a bad way to end a movie. But it's a long movie, and I'll say this again: indulgent. You might not feel that in on the jokes, and even if you do, you might not have as much time for them as this movie requires.

#once upon a time in hollywood

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catch22inareddress · 6 years

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Sassafrass Chapter Two: Part Deux

Bucky put his hands up in mock surrender. "Honestly that's it. And thank you for wanting to protect my virtue from such an....unsavory woman." He genuinely laughed and you felt a victory at the sweet sound. You turned around but remained between his knees but now facing the bar. You looked back at him. "Who said you're safe from me Sergeant Barnes?"

You felt him lean in and his breath was on your ear. "Keep calling me Sergeant, and you'll find out how successful that serum truly was."

Your breath hitched as he laughed and leaned back in his chair with your ass on full display snuggled right between his thighs.

Check fucking mate.

As the plane landed, your body was in a damn tizzy. That's right a damn tizzy, and you were sure that if you were a trained warrior princess, you would be in a puddle on the floor. Wanda even tried to calm your frenzied thoughts to which you told to get her red witch way out of your head before your tit punched her. Nat always hated when she was left out of your mind conversations to which Wanda replied she hadn't yet learned to three-way telepathy yet. When she learned to group chat via mind telepathy that shit was going to get real.

On the way to the luxurious car that Tony had waiting slut bags was hanging all over Bucky. To Nat’s amusement, you decided to send a gust of wind her way letting it send her dress straight up and over her head. She quickly dropped her hands from Bucky and lowered her skirt. Her hair wasn't as easily fixed and that was an utter fucking delight. The flock of seagulls hairstyle was not doing her any favors and Sam was having a hay day.

Once everyone was situated in the vehicle, you found yourself next to Stark and as much as you loved the heart that Tony had, his ever-present hard on that quite literally was pressing against you was the most aggravating thing in the world. Ever since he and Pepper were more off than on, he was in full ass mode. "Tony, seriously? How much Viagra do you take? I can feel your mini iron man poking me." Steve chuckled next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky stop talking to Sam's future roommate and enemy of the state. Tony smirked deviously. "What I can't help it. You turn me into a spring chicken. Plus I'm younger than Gramps and Toy soldier over there."

"Yea, well your lil toy soldier is grossing the fuck outta me right now." You laughed and scurried onto Caps lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and settled in. Steve blushed but just wrapped his arms around you. Now you're not going to deny that Steve was handsome as all hell. Anyone would say he was chiseled from marble by Michelangelo himself. He is so sweet that you could get a damn toothache just talking to his stupid smedium shirt wearing ass. He's just no your type. He was more of the I can flirt with you all day and snuggle with your best friend, but that's all. You did appreciate how he could be all Captain mode one minute and then go all shy asking about how he's supposed to please a woman talk. Yes, that totally happened. You were close, flirted and talked about shit from one spectrum to the other but knew that it would never happen. Luckily, you knew that the feeling was mutual. He liked the closeness and being able to not be judged for not being on point all the time and being perfect, but romance was not in the cards for you two. So while he blushed at the closeness of your ass on his cock, he wasn't offended or getting the wrong signal. He was getting a laugh at Bucky's face though. Which he shrugged and smiled, gaining your attention. Another one of Steve's quirks was loving to get under Bucky's skin, call it brotherly love.

"What are you doing Rogers?" He quirked his eyebrow and smirked cunningly. "Oh, nothing doll. Buck's just jealous." You couldn't help but smile. "Please, I told you. He doesn't like me. The man is a hot mess." Steve shook his head. "Again, I hate that phrase. It confuses the hell outta me doll. Hot mess?" You laugh while the car hit a bump and you grabbed his shoulder tightly. "It's not literal you idgit. Also, I told you to download Urban Dictionary you star spangled dumbass." His laugh boomed through the vehicle, and he leaned in. "Either way this a perfect chance to make him jealous. Lean in and whisper something and I'll groan or something."

You smirk at how evil the purest of pure was behaving and for a moment you felt mama bear proud. This must've been how Wade felt every time you told him to 'Fuck off' or 'Suck my dick fucking cock gobbler.' You laughed to yourself but then leaned and to his ear and contained a moan at how delicious the man smelled. "Have I finally brought you to the dark side, Captain? You're being positively naughty." To earn a legitimate moan you but his earlobe and he growled. You pulled away trying to hide your glee at his earnest reaction. It was his turn to lean in, and you took a chance to look at Bucky. He had his mask on and it was unreadable. Dammit to hell! You were never going to catch a break with this mountain of man and metal.

"Y/N did you see his reaction? You have him eating outta the palm of your hand." Steve murmured against your neck. You looked him in his baby blues and felt his head for a fever dramatically. He was momentarily confused.

"Have you been huffing paint fumes Steven Grant Roger's? That man is nothing of the sort." He stared at you a second. "Are you fuckin' kiddin me Y/L/N." You mocked grabbed your chest in horror at his language and he chuckled. "Well I am a fuckin' lady you cock jockey, and I have never been spoken to in such a way."

Once again his laugh took over the vehicle while he made no apologies and he grabbed your thigh since his left boob was currently blocked by your body. "Why is it so hard for you to take my word. He likes you. A lot." You kissed his cheek for everyone's viewing pleasure then continued your conversation. Wanting to keep it PG of course.

"Let me count the ways. Leaving out the sexy exchange Bucktown let loose on the plane that I had to change my panties for. He runs cold with me allll the time. Barely says words in my presence normally glares in my direction. See exhibit A at your 2 o'clock. And generally acts like I'm the bane of his existence." Steve nods and ruminates.

"First, I'm pleased to know you even wear underwear. I pegged you for a commando girl myself. Second, fair enough. Now what I see is he chose the room closest to you when we relocated to the compound. He always sits closest to you during movie night..and really any opportunity comes to think of it. Right now he's white-knuckling it so hard I think he's going to break the car. The last agent that hit on you he broke his arm in training. Shall I continue?"

You released the breath that you didn't know you were holding. "Okay then Cap, what do I do?" Steve smiled and ran his hand up and down your thigh. "Pfft. He won't willingly talk about his feelings. We both know that. So you'll have to break him. Tease the shit out of him with little touches until he caves. He hasn't been willingly touched in years and he's so touch starved it'll be exactly what he needs." Both of your faces mirrored each other. Pure heartbreak. "He needs you. He just doesn't know it yet. And you and I already know you need him so don't even lie to me. I know you better than you know yourself you little shit." You instantly glared but then smiled. "Shut the Fuck up Roger's, or I'll dick punch you, and you'll be down for the count for Sharon." He gasped then narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't." You shrugged and smiled.

At the house, Tony told everyone where their room was at. You and Bucky had a room at the end that overlooked the ocean and pool and had a balcony. "Holy shit Bucknasty look at this!" You walked out on the balcony and leaned on the railing. He came out and leaned on the door frame looking out at you and the view beyond.

" Yea. It's damn near majestic." He said in a flat tone, but it made you smile and face him. "What's this? The infamous Winter Fucking Soldier has a sense of humor? Alert the media." He lowered his head causing his chestnut hair fell forward covering his face. "Not as funny and charming as some but I have my rare moments." You could tell he was shy and out of his element, so you decided to take Stevie boys advice.

You pushed off the balcony and touched his metal arm, instantly he tensed. "Don't be so hard on yourself Bucky. I think your plenty charming when you want to be." You could hear the metal arm whirring and clicking underneath your touch and damnit if it wasn't the sexiest thing you've heard. You knew that he hated that arm with the passion of a thousand suns, but it intrigued you. Many a night you had spent dreaming of what that arm could do. Hell, you and Wanda once spent an entire hour talking about the mechanics of that arm and if he could make it vibrate. Albeit you both were drunk, but still.

You decided to get into your bikini otherwise you were going to have to start fanning yourself in front of Bucky at any moment. It was a navy blue retro style that you and Wanda had picked out a few weeks ago and secretly was hoping Bucky would like. It reminded you of a pinup girl, and the color matched his jacket from the war. As you looked in the bathroom mirror, you knew Steve was right. You needed him, and you were, in fact, the hot mess which at the moment has ten rampant squirrels running wild in your stomach. You walked out pretending to be calm and stopped when you saw him standing there in his swim trunks fastening the tie, shirtless. Usually he would always wear a rashguard at the compound. He looked up at you and just stared, open-mouthed.

"Hey. Eyes up here soldier." You pointed your fingers from your breasts to your eyes, and he blushed. "Sorry. I -I just. You look nice in that suit. It reminds me of dames back in my day. Not the slutty shit you see everyone else wear." You internally high fived yourself for the excellent choice.

Check fucking mate!

You grabbed your iPod and sunglasses and went to walk past Bucky and saw him grab for his shirt and immediately stopped. Not today! "Absolutely not James Buchanan Barnes!" He jumped from your scolding while you snatched the soft shirt out of his hands and held it behind your back.

"Cmon Y/N. Give it back. I'm not going out there without it." You took a step to face him and took a moment to really look at him. Gone was the confident soldier on missions. Gone was the confident man on the plane. He was in there....somewhere. Steve was right. Bucky needed you. You had to bring him out. You had to bring the little bit of James Buchanan Barnes that was still hiding in there begging for release. He needed to meld with the new Bucky.

"Why?" With a soft but firm voice you asked and looked him in the eyes, and you could see his fear of rejection and anger towards the question. "You know damn well why!" He tried to snatch it away but you were able to dodge his hand and quick reflexes. "Tell me, James." He stilled at the use of his real name and bit his lip. You had him. You loved his name and how it sounded coming from your lips. The ways his eyes darkened and the instant reaction that you gained from it. His head dropped as though he was ashamed. "The scar is hideous and I- I'm hideous. I don't want them staring at me." He continued to look down.

His words hurt you and the thought of anyone judging him pissed you off. "Who will judge you? We are family and family love each other, James. I love Wade and he looks like a shriveled up foreskin with teeth. No one cares about your scar. It's apart of you. Who cares about Blondie. If you like her that much. Take the damn shirt. But if she hurts you I will fuck her shit up. As for me. I think you are absolutely beautiful. A masterpiece." He scoffed but it didn't stop you instead it added to your anger and you walked towards him and he walked back until his legs hit the bed. A gush of wind came around you and swirled through the room and kicked up his hair and yours.

"No, you listen to me. You are no less handsome than Steve or Thor. You're just different. You're more perfect because of your imperfections. You're just too much of a douche nozzle to see that. So wear your fucking shirt. Go find big tit Blondie. I'm sure she ripe for the picking. But the only thing that makes you any less attractive to most women is your lack of confidence. Own your body."

You stormed out of the room, and the burst of wind dropped Bucky on the bed, breathless. Wanda and Nat rounded the corner to find a rather flustered air bender storming down the hall. "Oh no. Trouble in paradise?" You shrugged and continued to walk it off. How could someone so perfect be so utterly clueless? "Honestly. I don't even know what the hell just happened. He just infuriated the shit out of me. One minute I think I'm getting somewhere and the next I don't know. I don't know if he likes me or if it's in my head. I don't know if he likes the blonde bimbo. For fuck's sake. I'm in high school again."

Out of nowhere Clint came up behind Nat and picked her up. "Someone say high school? If that's the case, we should be drinking by now!" You wrapped your arms around Wanda, and she held on with her hand. "Please tell me they are hooking up by now. " She shook her head and giggled.

"Not yet but I got a hundred that it will happen by Sunday." You laughed at the thought of Clint finally getting laid and Nat rocking his world. " Oh, dear girl. My money is on tonight." You two shook on it. "My darling little witch?" She frowned at you already knowing what you were going to ask of her. "No." You sat at the bar and dramatically pouted while she sighed next to you.

"The truth is.... I can't. The one time I did try to go in...it was exceptionally hard. I thought I could help him. There are so so many dark places in his mind. He feels so lost and has so much hatred placed on Winter Soldier that it's problematic for him to separate that because it so compartmentalized. I know that he cares for you. But I don't know in what capacity. I'm sorry." She was silent for a moment and then continued. "I can't just feel it when only you are together. He has it when he is with Steve too and but no one else. At least not at that intensity. He's connected to you. It could be because he feels like you are the only other friend he truly has here or he that he has other feelings. I just. .. I don't know." She was so focused and lost in thought that you had to touch her hand to bring her back.

"Love you witchy witch. Thank you. I needed that. So now I know he would at least save me from a burning building. That's something and the ego boost I need." She smiled and leaned into your shoulder. "One day you will have to have a serious conversation with him."

You took a shot of tequila. "Serious conversation? Highly overrated my dearest."

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Limited Exposure

Note: here you go.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: seasonal romance Warnings: smut Word Count: 1765 Rating: ILY for I Love You (MA/NC-17)

You wear the blue one again when Yoongi asks because you’re a Nice Girlfriend. You have an award somewhere.

Yoongi is somewhere between track eight and throwing away his computer when you punch in the code to his apartment in the middle of the afternoon.

"Did you know you have impeccable timing,” he mutters into your breasts after you engulf him in a warm, loving hug.

“Timing is my middle name,” you coo.

Yoongi looks up, chin buttressed by your cleavage. “No it’s not. It’s-”

“I have a present,” you cut him off.

“Valentine’s Day was yesterday, and we are a non-practicing couple,” he reminds you.

“Hush.”

You unveil to your boyfriend a collection of impractically beautiful lingerie from the “old days” of pinup vintage – a late Valentine’s Day gift to yourself. And these are specifically gifts for you and not Yoongi because he was partial to simple cuts and cottony fabrics. He also liked things he could rip on occasion, but those occurrences were infrequent and usually frowned upon by you for its unsustainability.

Nevertheless, you still model your gift for him because that’s just good girlfriend manners. There is also an 87% chance he’d fuck you afterwards and a 100% chance he’d indulge you in some heavy-duty kissing.

Yoongi, ever the Good Boyfriend, takes beautiful pictures of you in erotic poses with his professional-grade camera. He has you lying on his bed, heels on like a savage, with your legs parted and unparted and shifted to the side.

“Put your pearls in your mouth, and look at the camera like you’re staring at my cock.”

That alone gets five good shots out of you.

“Will you hate me if I ask you to pose in the kitchen?” he asks.

And no, you tell him, you won’t hate him, but he has to promise that these pictures will stay between the two of you. You know it will because Yoongi gets intensely jealous sometimes, but you want him to verbalize it, speak it into existence – obligate himself into keeping this Private, with a capital P, upon pain of dismemberment.

There’s an apron involved there. Yoongi ties a bow behind you while you fix your hair using the reflection from the window. The bounty of natural light makes the kitchen an ideal place for the types of pictures he wants to take.

“Ready?” you ask, flashing him a smile in your peach-colored bodysuit and red lips.

Yoongi wastes twenty-four minutes kissing you voraciously, smudging you senseless, and then fixing you up for his precious collection. He decides that a no-lipstick look might be more practical. And you like playing model for him, spying his appreciation growing in his sweatpants with glee as the minutes pass.

“Got enough pictures of me?” you laugh, holding up a knife with your manicured hands.

He shakes his head. “Never.” And after a second he sets down his camera, entirely unconcerned about going through the pictures until later because that is the furthest thing from his mind at the present time. “Do me a favor,” he begins, “Can you wear the blue one again? For me?”

You nod enthusiastically, putting the knife back in the drawer and heading into Yoongi’s bedroom-slash-dressing-room with your boyfriend in tow. Your hand is smaller, but you lead him anyway. He watches you undress and dress again from the comforts of his chair, fiddling with his nails because he’s seen you naked countless times and yet each time becomes something that unnerves him with want.

Yoongi hears you hum one of his songs, something that makes him swallow in fondness because you can carry a pretty decent tune. You hum and slip into the silk bodysuit. The embroidered lace at your bust looks good against the backdrop of your skin.

“Come here,” he tells you, patting his lap. “Heels off.”

You throw the shoes over your shoulders theatrically and settle yourself over his lap in slow, unhurried movements.

The juxtaposition is chaotically attractive – you with your pearls and barely-there, frilly lace, and Yoongi with his mismatched socks and all-black everything else. His hands squeeze your ass and thighs, almost to the point of pain, but he’s a grabby, selfish thing, so you’ll allow it. (It makes you feel wanted.) “Mine,” is what each squeeze feels like.

“I want to fuck you,” Yoongi hums, and you can feel his cock through his pants poking at you. “Gonna let me?”

“That was the plan,” you reply. Your heart is hammering for some reason, almost like the first time you had sex with him. There is warmth that builds from the pit of your stomach that rises up your neck.

“Oh, you Silly Thing,” says the Annoying Voice in your head, “that’s the adrenaline kicking in. Embrace it.”

Yoongi is all talk, but he’s not moving. He’s not even kissing you. He only continues to grope you and leer at your lingerie and exposed skin through lust-filled eyes. The want is there; the action is not. You try grinding over his crotch in an effort to tempt him into doing something – anything.

“Quit moving, I’m thinking,” he groans, closing his eyes and suppressing the temptation of having you give him a lapdance instead.

You pout, taking the opportunity to kiss him while his eyes are closed. Yoongi exhales through his nose as he sucks on your tongue gratefully.

“What is there to think about?” you pant when you pull away much too soon. “Put your cock inside me, and we’ll be good.”

One of his hands leaves your thigh and creeps its way up past your chest to play with your pearls. With a smirk that said so many things, Yoongi lifts the necklace to your parted mouth to slide the strand against lips and teeth. And you, being a needy, flirtatious, siren of a woman, open your mouth fully to grab at the pearls through gritted teeth, mimicking the look you gave the camera just a while ago. A giggle escapes your throat – a low, melodic sound that has Yoongi swallowing down a curse or ten.

“Desk,” he decides, “I want you over my desk.”

You let the pearls drop to kiss him softly, just a small brush of lips at the most, and you head over to the part of his desk that was relatively clear of anything breakable. He’s behind you in an instant, and you feel him hug you to his body fully as he mouths at your earlobe and squeezes the flesh of your hips and chest.

“Fuck, I love you…”

You could probably cum from hearing him repeat that over and over again, but if you ever told him that he’d probably want to try - just to see you squirm.

Yoongi reaches over to slide down the straps of your bodysuit and free your breasts from the small, triangular cage. As pretty as the lace looked against your skin, he liked you bare and open to him. With gentleness that belied his desire, he bends you over his desk, positioning you just the way he needs you (on your arms), taking care not to rip the fabric lest you rip into him. And with precision and care, Yoongi pulls at the fabric covering your crotch and lets his fingers dip into your wet center.

Middle and ring fingers. Those two fingers alone do a perfectly good job of fucking you in a nice, even pace while the silk glides on your clit. You rock against his fingers, riding them like you would ride him until you’re wet enough to take his spit-covered cock.

Yoongi pulls down his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, grateful for easy elastic over the jeans he usually favors. He usually has you sucking on him for a while before fucking you, but today he wants you to stay put and Receive.

“Should I-” you start.

“No.”

No, because he’s already spit into his hands to coat his cock as evenly as he could.

“You are so pretty like this,” Yoongi mutters, rubbing the blunt tip against your opening before squeezing inside.

“Oh,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut at his compliment, “thank you.” You wish you could say something cooler or witty or up to your usual banter standards, but sex with Yoongi is so thoroughly good at reducing your brain to caveman-levels of speech.

“You have pretty manners too,” he groans, hands firmly secured on your hips as he thrusts rhythmically. “Your mama raised you right.”

Your lips part as he bottoms out slowly, stretching you in that familiar, foreign feeling. The arms that support your weight on your desk shake just the smallest bit.

“Th-thank y-” Your attempt to speak is cut short by a hard smack on your ass. And Yoongi nearly pulls out completely before pushing back in slowly, grinding hips roughly into yours, his cock rubbing at your walls teasingly.

It gets hard to breathe for just a second, but you widen your stance just a little bit – just enough so that he can get a millimeter deeper. Because that millimeter counted so much, and you just wanted him to hit that perfect-

Yoongi pulls you back on his cock on this thrust, and you let out a keening sigh that peters out into a pant. He repeats, finding that Golden Spot over and over until you’re no longer quiet and the desk shakes from the force of his thrusts.

“Fuck me,” you sob, a thin strand of drool racing down your cheek to pool at a spot on his desk. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…”

And Yoongi is in agreement with your foul-mouthed cries. He’s ten seconds away from ripping at your lingerie and pissing you off, but thankfully you cum before that happens, snapping him back to reality. There’s something aggressively satisfying when he makes you cum before he does, and without really thinking about it, he pulls you up to lean against his chest for an old-fashioned, messy kiss.

He sees how glazed your eyes are, the wet spot of your chin covered in drool and sweat, and the indentations of the desk on your arms.

“Please cum in me, Yoongi?” you ask, and it is a real request because he could cum wherever he wanted and you’d say thank you.

His throat constricts when he loses his cool, cumming at your behest while he stares you down.

“Oh,” you gasp, mouth going dry at his response.

And he holds you like that for a good seventy seconds before drawing you a bath.

“You worked hard, Miss Model,” he tells you while you sit in front of him under warm water.

“So did you, Mister Photographer.”

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sombytaco · 7 years

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Homestuck Pool Party Headcanons

John: Canonballs in IMMEDIATELY, he is yelling and he is fucking excited move out of the way this boy is coming through!! Also, because he has a breath aspect I am 413% certain that he can stay underwater for indefinite amounts of time and you can bet your ass he’s going around grabbing people’s feet to freak them out. He and Terezi have a contest to see who can make the most people jump, I will not say who wins I will only say that it is unfortunate for everyone involved. He and Dave are an unstoppable chicken team, they have never lost and will do Whatever It Takes to make sure that remains true.

Dave: Is just chillin, he cares more about keeping his shades dry than swimming around. He will go hard as hell in Marco Polo tho, if you thought he was too cool to jump at the nearest person faster than the speed of light you were wrong buddy he will do what it takes to WIN. Also, when he is the Marco he will (unfairly) target Karkat. This is frustrating. “I’m not even being that loud” Karkat protests for the umpteenth time Dave tags him. “Bullshit” everyone else says, but there’s still a rule that Dave can’t tag Karkat more than five times in a row because really Dave we know you love hearing him yell but Enough Please.

Karkat: Is Bad At Marco Polo. He is so loud. My son. Please. Is very hesitant to get into the water at first bc he’s sensitive to the cold and would rather angrily sweat than deal with the initial shock of getting in. Dave will patiently chill nearby until Karkat is ready, or Dave decides that Karkat is ready in which he will absolutely drag him in. Karkat does not know how to swim so he won’t go past the shallow end, and considering how short he is, uh, that’s not very much of the pool. Dave has to carry him sometimes which he complains about A Lot but secretly kind of likes it whoops. Karkat and Sollux are the shittiest chicken team, Karkat is too afraid of falling in to have any sort of effective strategy and Sollux is like “Karkat just push him” and sort of plows into the other team which just leads to Karkat screeching and nothing gets done.

Roxy: LOVES SWIMMING WITH HER FRIENDS!!! Real people?? That she’s hanging out with?? And you KNOW she’s excited to wear that cute as fuck bikini she alchemized months ago ‘just in case’ ;) ;) ;). After years of knowing Jane and her silly prankster shenanigans, John will absolutely not get the drop on her no sir, he tries to grab her foot she will raise that leg and pull the boy out of the water and give him the Mom Look™. This is war. John will not win. She loves being with Jane and Roxy and her boys!! She is just full of so much love it’s incredible. She deserves this so much.

Calliope: Doesn’t know much about swimming or why humans (and trolls ish) find it so enjoyable, but Roxy is excited so she is too! Interestingly enough, cherubs Do Not Float. Roxy is waving a nervous Callie into the pool and she’s coming down the ladder and once it gets to her chin everyone expects her to do something but no, she makes it to the bottom of the pool and just walks like normal over to where Roxy is. The water level comes up to just below her nose and she has to tilt her head back to speak. “Like this?” She asks excitedly, ‘uh,,, yeah,,,like that’ everyone responds nervously, giving big smiles and thumbs up because they don’t want to disappoint her.

Jade: A master swimmer, she and Jake grew up on an island in the middle of the goddamn pacific my girl knows how to GO. No one realized how fucking ripped Jade was. Jade is ripped as heck. She’s got back and shoulder muscles like an absolute goddess and everyone is like holy shit? Jade? Have you been benching pumpkins all these years? She likes chilling with Jane and Roxy and Calliope because she has been longing for some gals to hang with forever. Not that she doesn’t love Rose, she does, it’s just, they have such differing personalities and anyways it’s kind of hard being around her and Kanaya bc they’re so cute it makes your teeth hurt.

Rose: She and Kanaya have matching floppy sun hats, they love laying out in the sun because Kanaya is a little nervous around water thanks to a certain sea-dweller *cough* eridan *cough*. Rose doesn’t mind, her swimsuits are more for show than swim anyways. She’s got some really cool and intricate goth-y ones and some nice lighthearted pastel ones, an orange and yellow fancy one-piece and a frilly lavender one. Rose has a new appreciation for sunlight but still religiously applies sunscreen because a home girl may be immortal, but fuck if she is gonna deal with any nasty sunburns after defeating the fucking embodiment of evil.

Kanaya: As previously stated, very nervous around water, but so so happy to be in the sun?? It’s not as bright as the one on Alternia which is fine because that means her troll friends can enjoy it too, but she’s literally just so happy to be around people that enjoy the sun the way she does because she’s felt wrong and different about it for years and she finally found someone that understands her ahhshshsjs. She designs all of Rose’s swimsuits and loves seeing her wear them. When it gets dark out, she likes to turn on the glow a little and all these cute little furry wingbeasts will flock to her?? “Those are moths” Rose tells her. “These are my children now” Kanaya pats Rose’s arm, they’re her children too because that’s how human marriage works she’s pretty sure

Dirk: Is so awkward oh my godddd, a little uncomfortable in his body actually? This boy might have muscle but he is all arms and legs and doesn’t know what to do with them because he’s never fuckifnfnfn been around people before. Doesn’t say “Marco” during Marco Polo, he just listens. Breath too loud? You’re tagged. Splash a little? Tagged. Move? Tagged. He’s never Marco for more than two minutes because he’s so in tune with his reflexes that no one even stands a chance. With Jake on his shoulders, they make a decent chicken team, but they’re too worried about each other to be effective. “You okay up there?” He wants to make sure. Someone is tipping Jake over oh no get him off my shoulders is he okay, oh he’s fine, yes I know how the game works Roxy, no Rose why don’t you get in the pool and do a better job before you come for me like that. Rose and Kanaya, in an extremely rare occurrence, do get in for a round of chicken. They beat Dirk and Jake almost immediately. They return to the deck. This never happened and we don’t speak of it.

Jake: Is bad at Marco Polo, he’s an amazing swimmer but he’s not…quiet. After growing up on that island, fighting and swimming, Jake is also Ripped as Heck. Dirk blushes his fucking ass off the first time he sees Jake shirtless. Jake acts all clueless like oh? What’s wrong Dirk? Is something the matter? But he knows exactly what he’s doing and if he’s subtly flexing in front of him, well. That can’t be helped. He may suck during chicken with Dirk, but with Jade on his shoulders? Hoo boy, they give Dave and John a run for their money. He is also John’s favorite to grab the feet of because his reactions are always so over the top with his phrasing. “Horsefeathers!” He grabs at his foot in panic because his first thought is it was one of the monsters from his island, then he sees it was just John who is laughing his ass off because, horse feathers? Really? “I say,” Jake huffs indignantly even though he’s smiling now. “Warn a fellow!”

Jane: Looks rockin’ in her swimsuits because she’s wearing the whole high waisted pinup style ones and?? She’s super gorgeous? Roxy makes sure to tell her that every five seconds just in case she forgets. She and Roxy make a decent chicken team, usually they’re laughing so hard by the end of it that whoever was on top can’t do anything and they fall off because they don’t care about winning they’re just having such a good time. She and Roxy take turns carrying Callie around when the water gets too deep, not that Callie needs to be above the water per se as she seems to have no trouble breathing, but it just makes everyone a little more comfortable and anyways Callie loves it.

Terezi: Killer at Marco Polo for obvious reasons, sometimes she gets tagged on purpose just to show off how quickly she can find people. The only person she’s never been able to get is John, he uses his windy powers to obscure his scent so she can’t “see” him. He is her Marco Polo white whale. One day, John, one day. She and Vriska are terrifying during chicken, Vriska will plow full speed towards the opposing team and Terezi is ready to Throw Hands. The most intense games are between them and John and Dave, both John and Terezi are on top and they fuckin battle it out so hard that Dave and even Vriska start to get nervous on the bottom.

Sollux: Says the water feels slimy. “No shit,” Karkat tells him. “It’s water you fucking shitstain.” Sollux cheats during chicken by using his psiionics to keep Karkat on his shoulders which only makes Karkat mad because he’s terrified of falling in and holy shit Sollux I don’t care what you think your powers are doing I’m gonna fall in fuck fuck fuck. “No I got you” Sollux assures him. He does not. Karkat is not got. Oh well. Sollux mostly likes chilling on inner tubes, plural. He has a blue one and a red one because he’s too tall to fit in just one. “Get a bigger inner tube” Karkat complains. “Perhaps get one of those long, recliner like ones?” Kanaya suggests. No. Sollux will use two inner tubes. He will make the sacrifice of comfort for his aesthetic.

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Photo: Oscar Alexander

[Image: A thin, olive-skinned person sitting sidesaddle in a manual wheelchair and looking down with a smile. The text reads, “Interview with spoonie model Pansy St. Battie / ❤️️, Spoonie Living” in black and green gothic font. The model has one arm rested against their knee and the other bracing themself against the side of the chair. Their hair is a huge pompadour of two shades of green with yellow roots. They have thick brows and matching purple eyeshadow and lipstick. They are wearing all black, with a bleach-stained leather jacket, layered necklaces, a crop top, a high-waisted skater skirt, and huge lace-up platform shoes with cherry blossoms suspended in the clear plastic of the platforms. Their wheelchair is decorated with matching flowers.]

Interview with spoonie model Pansy St. Battie

Folks, we’re delighted to bring you an interview with Pansy St. Battie (@qcrip), a spoonie model who’s been making waves with their glamorous wheelchair shoots.

You may recognize this particular one we posted recently, L E G E N D A R Y.

Pansy is a desi, queer, trans, chronically ill, and mentally ill disabled model with quite a portfolio. If you want to know more about their story, especially if you’re interested in modeling yourself, just click the Read More!

[CN: brief mentions of drug use, homophobia, ableism]

Q: To get started, I'm sure all our readers would love to know: what's your spoonie cred?

A: Well, I'm officially undiagnosed for most of my systems. Unofficially, my doctors suspect I have EDS. Besides that I got chronic fatigue, joint inflammation, hypermobility, scoliosis, seizures, you know, all that fun stuff. I'm a well rounded medical mystery.

Q: How has disability impacted your life, identity, relationships, and work?

A: Disability has impacted me in two major ways that directly correlate, negative and positive. The first is obviously direct ableism. Having to deal with ableism led to a lot of lost friendships, lost aspirations, and lost opportunities, and of course the inevitable confidence issues none of us love to talk about but most of us have.

On the flip side, it gave me a lot of time to myself, and put me in a lot of situations that called for me to introspect on who I am, what I value in society, and what's truly important to myself. I credit my interest in modeling and fashion quite a bit to my disability. Fashion and makeup became something I could do without leaving the house, and modeling became a way to reclaim my otherwise medicalized body.

On the work side of it, it attracts a lot of fetishy weirdos who want me to pose for their self congratulatory shoot of the day (unsurprisingly, they get blocked), but it also attracts a lot of brands and artists who genuinely see the value in me as a model. Those are often brands run by people who are bold, take no shit people (dare I name drop Laura Byrnes, of Pinup Girl Clothing), and people who stand for causes and make art that I believe in.

Q: What does an average day look like for you?

A: It changes so much, but I sleep super late. Like the only way you can convince me to wake up at a semi-reasonable hour is if I have a shoot. Usually besides that I wake up sorta late, and then either go to the doctor or take my dog out depending on how lucky I am that day. Then I get home and I give myself some time to chill out.

Quite honestly, the best self care for me is dressing up and taking photos, but I'm also into Pinterest and watching cartoons on more average days. Then usually studying and then staying up super late doing stuff like answering these questions and sending emails. Which is why I sleep in late probably, to be honest.

Q: You have a lot of marginalized identities. Do you have any thoughts on the ways they intersect with disability and the interplay between them all?

A: Well obviously, they all intersect in the medical landscape. I can't get painkillers and they all think I do heroin! Like, if I did do heroin that'd be a horrible excuse to mistreat me but my drug tests have come out clean since the beginning of time. They also always think I'm pregnant which my current relationship doesn't exactly lend itself to. Oh, and some doctor told me I have seizures because I'm too gay, which is ridiculous, but a hilarious story I have now.

Then there's the social aspect which is just, complicated. I think I'm lucky in the sense that working freelance and being financially secure allows me to chose who I spend time with and avoid people and places that are scummy to me. It obviously affects a lot of things though, especially when it comes to discrimination. I'm like, wait, why are you discriminating against me, there's too many options! Also when people say they're praying for me like wait, why, it could be so many things!

Q: How did you get into modeling initially? How has your relationship with it changed over time?

A: I initially started modeling by accident when I had the pleasure of doing a lovely shoot with Shameless Photography for my birthday. It really boosted my confidence, and from there I got to shooting with friends and started posting photos and let it grow.

I think the biggest change is my skill level and confidence. I obviously didn't know what I was doing super well at first and I think that makes it way more nerve wracking. I think once I started studying and practicing I became way more confident. I became able to take risks, and to know who I am as a model.

All through, though, it's been a very empowering and healing process for me. I know for a lot of people the way the industry is, it's not. I [make] strong choices to frame myself and work with people that frame me in the way I want to be seen, but it's also tough because I know plenty of people need to make the choice between self-advocacy and enough success to get food on the table. I'm very lucky to not have to, and because of that this really has become my passion.

Q: How does your modeling intersect with your disabilities? What challenges have you faced, from an industry perspective or just logistically?

A: There's obviously the major challenge of people that don't want to hire me because I'm in a wheelchair. It's weird to me that people think it won't sell clothes because like, everyone sits down in clothes. It's not like no one wants to see what clothes look like while seated. Abled people don't stand 24/7. Then there's travel because I can't exactly get on a plane on the regular. That's tough for agencies, and it limits the scope of people I can work with for obvious reasons.

Q: What sort of advice do you have for fellow spoonies who are interested in modeling? Any resources, sites, or communities to recommend?

A: My biggest advice is just to find people, friends, family, college photography students, professional photographers if you can afford it, who you enjoy working with, and take photos.

The downside is the modeling industry is super exclusive. It's hard to make a living off of it, and hard to get famous. If that's what you aim for from the start, you're going to be disappointed.

The upside is models are needed for so many things. If you're modeling because you enjoy it, there's always going to be brands, artists, and your own instagram to model for. If you're good at it and you hustle you can make a bit of cash. If you get lucky, you can make more, but that's just luck.

Q: Finally, what's your favorite spoonie product or life hack?

A: Wheelchair cupholders! They changed my life. Also Biofreeze.

Want more Pansy in your life?

Pansy St. Battie on Tumblr Pansy St. Battie on Instagram Pansy St. Battie on the web

...and if you like their work, why not buy them something nice?

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Danganronpa: Another IF (Chapter 3, Part 1)

“Um… Naegi?”

It was the night following the second Class Trial, and everyone had headed for their dorm rooms. The Luckster had been moving to do the same, hand on the door handle, seeing as how Maizono had still been keeping her distance. He was worried about her, but he didn’t want to force her to say anything.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

… But seeing as how she was appearing shy again, he figured he’d be amicable and listen to her. It was the least he could do, after the hellish trial they’d gone through… and the gruesome execution they were forced to bear witness to once again.

“M-Maybe I have no right requesting this from you… Y-You’re free to turn me down. But… could… Could we talk in your room, just for a little bit?” Maizono was unable to meet Naegi’s eyes as her cheeks pinked. “I w-want to tell you something, and I just… want to make sure no one else hears…”

“S-Sure!” Naegi’s face was heating up, too, and he felt his heartbeat racing. Before he made the situation awkward, getting caught up in the moment, Naegi opened his door and gestured invitingly. “C’mon…!”

Before Naegi knew it, he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, and something soft on his lips. It took the Luckster about five seconds to realize that Maizono was… kissing him… And he was fully frozen in place the whole time the idol was doing it. When Sayaka pulled back for breath, there was a genuine smile on her face, and she was blushing up a storm.

“Sorry~. I couldn’t hold it off any longer!” She giggled at his gobsmacked expression. “I wanted to wait until we got out of here… but I don’t want to leave any regrets. I want to reaffirm my feelings for you before I lose my nerve!”

With sweaty palms, Naegi took ahold of her hand and brought her inside his room, blushing just as much as she was. The idol’s tinkling laughter following them inside as he shut the door.

~*~

The next morning, only ten people showed up to breakfast. Naegi, Maizono, Leon, Kirigiri, Sakura, Mondo, Fujisaki, Junko, Celes, and Yamada. As expected, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny was nowhere to be seen.

“I suppose our first order of business should be deciding a new leader…” Sakura solemnly spoke as they all sat down.

“I guess so…” Leon agreed. “Morale’s not lookin’ too good, huh?”

“Why not appoint Miss Celestia Ludenberg?” Yamada proposed. Celes merely giggled as she folded her bands beneath her chin.

“That is very sweet, but I could not possibly lead when my subjects do not listen to me. Such as with the curfew… and the ability to adapt…” Practically everyone sweatdropped with the first example. She’d broken her own curfew, after all.

“U-Um… Leon could do it?” Fujisaki suggested. “O-Or Mondo…”

Leon rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Bein’ the Ultimate Baseball Star, I guess I give off a ‘leader’ type of vibe, but I’m not really cut out for that…”

Mondo also shook his head.

“Sorry, kid… I’m still out of it. I wanna do that eventually, pick up where bro left off. But… just not now.”

“I dunno…” Junko swung her legs back and forth lazily. “Sakura seemed okay-ish with it, kickstarting this meeting. Why not have her do it?”

“I… must politely decline.” Sakura said, frowning. She cited no reason for her refusal.

Celes giggled again.

“Here is a novel idea… Why not have Makoto take up the reins?”

Makoto blinked in shock as he gestured at himself.

“M-Me? I’m not on the same level as you guys… I don’t have any… leadership qualities…” The Luckster scratched his cheek sheepishly.

“Out of everyone here, Monokuma has yet to truly break you.” Kirigiri pointed out. “Moreover, you keep everyone united as best as you can. In an environment like this… we really do need undying optimism such as yours.”

“She’s right!” Sayaka beamed at the Luckster.

“No complaints here~.” Junko grinned and flashed a peace sign.

“Sounds good!” Leon consented as well. It quickly became obvious that that would be the trend. Even Mondo, who’d punched his lights out on the first day, agreed he could get behind that. If Togami had been present, he likely would have challenged Naegi’s qualifications, but he wasn’t there, so no one was opposed.

“At any rate… What should we do from here?” Yamada pressed on. “We can’t find an exit… and nobody’s coming to save us… Guh! Just saying so depresses me…”

“We just need to make friends and live here together peacefully.” The Ultimate Gambler suggested. “Forget about the outside world and embrace our new lives here. That is our one glimmer of hope right now.”

“I can’t imagine… living in this place forever…” Naegi shook his head.

“We have food and clothing in abundance, and no lack of conveniences… What is there to be dissatisfied about? I ask you, what more does the outside world have to offer?” There was something about how Celes looked as she asked that those questions that got Naegi starting to think her mantra about ‘adapting’ was a lie… Quite frankly, the gambler looked miserable… though, this place tended to have that effect on them. And just as quickly as that depressed look had flashed across her face, it disappeared. “Competition, discrimination, sacrifice, violence… As society grows in size, so too does its sadism… On the contrary, we’re better off here…”

“’Heretical Angel * Super Squishy Princess’…!” Yamada abruptly blurted out, confusing Celes and everyone else.

“What was that?” The gambler snorted out in amusement.

“Drillshop Megu, The Bunny-Eared Amazoness, Catgirl Dogboy, Galactic King Justice Robo… And, and, and…” Yamada let out a shriek of frustration. “At any rate, there is no 2D in this place!!!”

“It is because you and everyone else cling to your desires that the Puppetmaster has so much control…” Celes tsk’ed.

“Anyway…” Leon sighed as he didn’t like the routes that conversation was leading to. Yamada being an otaku, and Celes being… Celes. “Shouldn’t we be headin’ out soon? There’s gotta be new places open to us now.”

Mondo rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah… That’s how it went last time. Trial, then exploration.”

“Very well. After breakfast, we shall split up and begin the exploration. Is that agreeable, Celes?”

The gambler giggled pleasantly.

“I’m certain there are discoveries just waiting to be made that will further enrich our lives here…”

“Yeeeah…” Junko drawled. “Clues about the mastermind and ways of escape are still our highest priority…”

Naegi didn’t feel like much of a leader just sitting there, but he supposed everyone’s decisions were sensible… He still wanted to talk to Celes again at some point, try to understand her better.

~*~

“So… the third floor of Hope’s Peak Academy opened up this time…” Naegi muttered as he reached the top of the stairs. There was one door immediately close to the stairs, but he didn’t peek into that room yet. Around a corner to the right of the stairs, there were a couple more classrooms, which Sakura and Mondo were looking into.

Deciding to leave the classrooms and windows to them, Naegi and Maizono went back to the room closest to the stairs. When they entered, they found Leon and Celes in what looked like a rec room.

“Yo, Naegi! Looks like they got a pool table! Darts, too!” The baseball star grinned.

“Billiards, darts… Othello and Shogi… They even have some magazines~.” Celes gestured to the rack. “We have no dearth of cures for boredom.”

And then, Monokuma had to rear his head…

“Dun dun-dun-dun dun duuun! I has some additional intelligence!” The bear proclaimed proudly. “While there’s fashion, motorcycle, martial arts, gaming, baseball, soccer, PC mags, and more… you won’t find anything dirty. I mean, this is a school. You’ll just have to live with a few risqué pinups!”

“When new issues of these magazines are published, will they be made available to us?” Celes asked curiously. Monokuma rubbed the back of his head bashfully.

“No can do~. Even if I wanted to, the magazines themselves…” The bear ‘caught’ himself, giggling. “Ack! Nevermiiind! That’s all the intel for now, buh-bye!”

“That was… weird.” Maizono mused. Leon rubbed the back of his head in aggravation.

“Always teasing out new info… Just when are we supposed to get some answers here?”

“Well... There’s nothing that can be done about it right now, I guess…” Naegi muttered.

“It’s a pity… It would quite enrich our lives if we were to receive new reading material from time to time.” Celes lamented.

After looking around the rec room a bit longer, Naegi and Maizono parted ways with Celes and Leon. And as they navigated through the halls, both the Luckster and idol realized it was a sizeable floor. There was a ton of hallway space, lots of twists and turns. They found Kirigiri loitering in the halls, deep in thought.

The next room they found looked to be an art room – canvases, statues, statues, chairs, and art tools littering the room, and a wall toward the back that was peppered with sketches that looked to be drawn by high schoolers. There were some lockers, too, but they were empty. Yamada was in this room,

“Well, well, well… what a fine establishment this is. My artsy sense is tingling!” Yamada proudly placed his hands on his hips. “Not only is there a bounty of painting supplies, there’s quite the selection of sculpting tools!”

“You’re into sculpting, Yamada?” Naegi asked curiously. The otaku fiddled with his glasses, grinning.

“Generally speaking, I partake not of the 3D world. But ah, figures are different – they’re practically 2D.”

‘Not sure how he’s defining ‘practically’…’

“I’m particularly fond of the works of Charanbo, Pumpkinhead, and Saburou Roppongi… ‘Mama Cat’ exemplifies Charanbo’s distinct style through his sublime rendering of the feline form. Pumpkinhead produces the highest-class faerie model prototypes of anyone this century… Saburou Roppongi, master of the posable figure, went overseas proselytizing about mech-girls… All of whom are perfectly suited to be named the Elite Four of the Figure World!”

Naegi and Maizono blinked.

“The Elite Four? But there’s only three…”

“’Elite Three’ simply sounds foolish! Furthermore, the reason one seat remains unclaimed… Precisely! ‘Tis for myself! Heh heh heh, and so begins… The Legend of Hifumi Yamada: Conqueror of the Apocalypse…”

“Mmm’kay… Good luck with that…” The Luckster sweatdropped. Maizono seemed to have a bad feeling about Yamada’s…. mood… and she tugged Naegi along toward the room in the back, which appeared to be a storage room. Various supplies were stored there, like a trolley and wooden hammers.

The thing that drew their attention, however, was not the tools, but a single picture lying on the floor. What was intriguing was the occupants of the picture. It looked to be some sort of festival, and there were a couple of booths depicted – booths that were run by Hagakure and Fukawa. The former was telling fortunes and laughing, while the other was doing a book signing and looking bashful about getting attention from fans.

“Wh-What is this…?” Maizono wondered aloud.

“Why the two of them?” Naegi also wondered. Question after question flooded their minds; the picture didn’t look like it was taken at the academy, and the two looked happy. It was all so bizarre…

“Give that back! It’s mine!” Monokuma suddenly appeared, swiping the photograph. He laughed at their dumbfounded expressions. “Uh-oh~! Didja see it? Them’s some nice smiles, huh? They’re enjoying the academy life… It’s like a page out of the book of youth~!”

“What do you know about that picture?” Naegi demanded.

“Not telling~!” Monokuma teased and abruptly left.

The Luckster and idol shared confused glances before they reluctantly left the storage and art rooms. They weren’t going to get answers by staying there; there was more of the third floor to explore, anyway. They eventually came across another gate, which appeared to lead to a fourth floor. And a few more turns in the hall led them to what was apparently a physics lab…

“Ya just missed him,” Junko said as the two got a look around the lab that appeared more like a research facility, “But the bear said this huge machine is an air purifier. It’s kinda the reason we’re able to breathe in here, with the academy sealed off as it is.”

Fujisaki looked a bit depressed.

“Yeah… But he was cruel about explaining it, saying it was a time machine at first…”

Junko just sighed exasperatedly.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on the jerk controlling that thing…”

Attached to the physics lap, there was another storage room that seemed to function as a prep room for the lab. But the main thing that captured everyone’s attention was the camera on a table in the physics lab; it had a bizarre anime character imprinted on it, and it was a bit dusty, but it looked like something Yamada would own.

~*~

Sometime later, they all met back up in the cafeteria to discuss their findings. As expected, Togami was missing from that meeting, too. Apparently, he’d grabbed some books from the library, and was reading in the changing room for the sauna.

“The third floor has a physics lab…” Fujisaki started them off.

“Yeah, it’s got an air purifier as its main attraction.” Junko remarked. “Supposedly provides all the clean air in the academy since we’re, y’know, sealed off.”

Mondo rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah… On that note, the metal plates covering the windows are screwed on just as tight on the third floor… Still no way out.”

“I’m sad to say, it hardly comes as a surprise at this point…” Sakura murmured.

Yamada tried to lift their spirits up.

“Well, there’s an art room now, at least! I can finally draw my anime characters!”

“Oh yeah… we did find a camera in the physics lab.” Maizono said as she held it up for everyone to see.

“A digital camera…” Kirigiri noted.

“Does it work?” Leon asked.

“Seems to.” Naegi replied.

Fujisaki hung his head sadly.

“Yeah, but the picture quality is low… There’s only room enough to save five photos, and there’s not even a self-timer. I’m sorry…”

“Jeez, there’s no need to apologize…” Mondo tried to cheer Fujisaki up. “It looks like a kids’ toy, anyway.”

“The design looks to be some sort of cartoon character,” Celes agreed.

Yamada was clearly affronted.

“Excuse me?! That’s Princess Buuko from ‘Heretical Angel * Super Squishy Princess’!”

“Do you know what this is, Yamada?” Naegi scratched his cheek nervously.

“Do I know what it is!? This digital camera was awarded to the victor of the bingo tournament… held at the special event commemorating ‘Heretical Angel’s’ anime adaptation… It’s stupendously rare. I managed to convince the victor to bequeath it to me for a large sum… Hey! That’s mine!”

“What?!” Naegi, and everyone else, was flabbergasted.

“Wh-Where did you find it?!”

“L-Like Maizono said, it was in the physics lab…” The Luckster answered hesitantly.

“I brought it with me because it’s my treasure, but it vanished on the first day with my cell phone…” Yamada explained.

“Why would something like that be in the physics lab?” Celes wondered.

“And why…” Yamada demanded. “… is it so dirty? I feel like a stamp collector who’s come home and found his collection used on a bunch of love letters. Oh, whatever…”

“Whatever?” Maizono tilted her head curiously.

“It’s no longer pure… I have no need for it…”

“It sounded like you really cared about it, though…” Naegi pointed out. Celes smiled pleasantly.

“Then is it alright if I hold onto it? It could prove useful. And if anyone finds themselves in need of a digital camera, feel free to call upon me.”

“I can’t see a camera getting much use here…” Junko bluntly replied. Naegi shrugged neutrally.

“You’re probably right.”

Leon ran a hand through his hair casually.

“Well, the only other thing on the third floor was the rec room.”

“It will undoubtedly enrich our lives here quite considerably.” Celes remarked. “Ehehe… I would very much like to play a game of Othello with someone.”

“While it isn’t related to the third floor, it would appear the infirmary is now open.” Kirigiri reported.

“Is there any protein? Even supplements would suffice.” Sakura asked curiously. The mysterious girl shook her head.

“Only medicine and other medical supplies.”

“I see… that is quite unfortunate.”

“I guess that leaves me and Maizono…” Naegi mused. “We saw all the stuff you guys did, but I guess the unique thing we found was a photograph…”

“Yeah, that photo was weird… Monokuma ran off with it, though.” Sayaka mumbled.

“Weird like perverted?” Leon cocked his head.

“Not that kind of weird…” Naegi corrected him. “It was a photo of Hagakure and Fukawa. It looked like they were at some kind of festival, running some booths.”

“Those two?” Kirigiri asked.

“Yeah… the weird thing was they looked really… happy. I dunno, it seemed like they made it outside, somehow.”

“When could a photograph like that have been taken? With the two of them happy…” Yamada wondered.

“I never heard that they knew each other before the academy…” Celes mused.

Sayaka nodded.

“True… I mean, the booths weren’t side-by-side or anything, but they would’ve at least seen each other if they were at a festival like that. It’s weird how they seemed like they’d never even seen each other before.”

“Surely you were just seeing things.” Yamada asserted. “’Twas an illusion conjured by Monokuma’s Malignant Gaze…”

“But Maizono and I both saw it!” Naegi objected. “It’s kind of hard for two people to have the exact same hallucination…”

“That’s true…” Leon conceded. “But think about it, dude. It couldn’t have been taken before they got here, and it definitely didn’t happen while they were here. And they shouldn’t have been able to have escaped somehow, ‘cause… well… We saw ‘em, y’know? They’re definitely dead.”

“M-Maybe it was photoshopped…” Fujisaki proposed.

“I can’t see it being anything other than a fabrication…” Celes confessed, agreeing with the programmer.

“Just forget about Monokuma’s stupid pranks.” Mondo spoke frankly. “We ain’t got time to be scratchin’ our heads over that crap.”

“Yeah… We should focus on getting out of here, and getting ready for Monokuma’s next motive… That guy just won’t quit.” Junko agreed.

Fresh out of leads, the group settled into an uncertain silence. While there were new accessible areas, the fact remained none of them would help in the long run. A rec room, an art room, and a physics lab. All were interesting, but not practical for their circumstances.

Fujisaki particularly looked contemplative, before he piped up with a peculiar request.

“Hey, um… Would you all mind joining me in the changing room?” Not bothering to elaborate, the programmer stood up and shuffled off nervously. Too curious not to follow, the group left the cafeteria.

~*~

Apparently, Togami was not in the changing room anymore. And quite a few of them were happy for it.

“So, what’s up, Fujisaki?” Makoto asked. Leon scratched his head.

“Why meet in here?”

“O-Oh. Well, this is the only room I’ve found where there aren’t any security cameras!” The programmer explained. He then pulled out a laptop from a locker. “S-So… When I got this computer working again, I figured this was the best place to hide it! It’s my way of trying to help everyone!”

“That’s the laptop from the library… I see.” Kirigiri mused. “Were you able to find any information?”

“Well… I think I’ll let my program explain. It’s an AI called Alter Ego!” The programmer beamed.

“AI?” Junko cocked her head.

“Alter Ego is the reason Fujisaki is called the Ultimate Programmer.” Kirigiri explained. “Alter Ego is a program, residing on a computer, that learns and develops through communication. It’s an innovative, revolutionary artificial intelligence, built upon and refined… from the concepts of support vector machines and reinforcement learning…”

“Vector machines? Reinforcement learning?” Naegi was among the confused.

“To put it simply, it’s a way for machines to learn… As the artificial intelligence continues to grow, it becomes more than just a simple assistant… They say it can eventually be used in place of humans for the majority of tasks.” Kirigiri finished her explanation, and Chihiro seemed a little relieved to not have to say all that.

“You sure know a lot, Kirigiri! I’m impressed!” He giggled.

“So that’s why it’s called Alter Ego… An apt name indeed.” Celes complimented Fujisaki. “It develops by building memories and using them in its thought process – just like a human. An artificial intelligence raised in that manner could indeed be considered one’s alternate personality.”

“A perfect personality – one that never forgets, never weakens… That is his program… That is… Alter Ego…”

It was hard not to be impressed. Even to the people who had little to no knowledge of computers, it sounded like Fujisaki had made something incredible.

“Ah, you’ve come for me, My Lord!” Fujisaki’s smiling face was suddenly on the computer screen, and the program even had his voice.

Mondo looked between the screen and Fujisaki.

“Th-There’s two of ‘em…” He muttered.

Yamada stroked his chin excitedly.

“Mmm! She calls you, ‘My Lord’! I see, I see… That’s so unbelievably… adorable~!”

“What happened to being 2D-only, tubs?” Leon raised an unimpressed eyebrow, arms crossed.

“She is a fine specimen of the second dimension!” Yamada cheered.

“Do you not even remember the last trial? Fujisaki’s a guy! So Alter Ego’s a guy! And he’s an artificial intelligence!”

“I see no problem here~.” Yamada nodded sagely. Leon just groaned.

After a short bit of typing on the keyboard, Alter Ego started speaking again.

“There’s a large quantity of files on the hard drive that My Lord wanted me to analyze… He thinks they’re documents concerning the academy, but they’re surprisingly well-secured… So it’s taking a bit of time…”

At their inquiring gazes, Chihiro elaborated.

“I’m not sure yet, but the files might be related to the secrets of the academy! That might be why they’re so well-encrypted.”

“How long will it take you to decrypt them?” Kirigiri asked.

“It’s definitely going to take some time…” The programmer apologized. “Alter Ego just started on them yesterday, and he’s got a ways to go still… I’m sorry…”

“No need to apologize!” Sayaka assured him.

“Any information will be helpful, so it’ll be worth the wait!” Naegi chipped in.

“We’ll need to keep Alter Ego a secret…” Kirigiri decided. “Can he lie low without drawing attention to himself?”

“It’ll be fine!” Fujisaki promised. “Like I said, there are no cameras in this room, and Alter Ego will be able to call out for help if he sees anyone suspicious through the webcam!”

Celes hummed doubtfully.

“While that will be no issue during the day, I’m worried about nighttime… Do recall that our rooms are completely soundproof…”

Kirigiri cupped her chin thoughtfully.

“I’ll leave the door to my room open during the nighttime… That way, I won’t fail to notice if Alter Ego starts to scream.”

Mondo’s hand twitched in concern.

“But if you leave your door wide open like that…”

“Yes, there’s a chance I could be killed.” Kirigiri did not deny the possibility. “But… could any of you really kill me? I don’t think I’ll die that easily.”

Sayaka ran a hand through her hair nervously. There was something about Kirigiri’s tone that put them on edge, but at the same time made them confident that their newest source of hope would be safe at all times.

“L-Let’s leave it to Kirigiri… She hasn’t let us down yet.”

“Y-Yeah…” Leon agreed with a nod.

Kirigiri calmly closed her eyes and started walking toward the exit.

“Well, I think that will do it for today… If we stay here too long, the Puppetmaster might take notice.”

No one objected. Fujisaki set the laptop back in the locker and left it open a crack, as it had been before. Admittedly, that first night putting Alter Ego in the changing room had frightened him; but now that he had told everyone else, he felt he’d made the right call. Even if he had a long ways to go yet, Chihiro Fujisaki felt like he was making progress to becoming stronger – not just in body, but his character as well.

#Danganronpa #Makoto Naegi #Sayaka Maizono #Mukuro Ikusaba #Makoto x Sayaka #Makoto x Mukuro #Naegi x Maizono #Naegi x Ikusaba #Naezono #Naekusaba

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Don't cha know I'm in love

A/N: Okay so I have the song “Uptown Girl” stuck in my head so that’s kinda what this song is based off of, ya feel? Curly is such a fucking complex character and I wrote him my way.

PSA: That Was Then, This Is Now is on YouTube also I’m on mobile so this formatting is shitty, also I didn’t proof read

Word Count: 2703 words

Curly x Reader

Warnings: Idfk, swear words ig —————– Let’s Begin ——————- In the middle. That’s what you were. You weren’t a greaser nor a soc but you had friends in both categories. You were best friends with Sherri Valance and Angela Shepard, the three of you were unlikely friends. You were always caught hanging around with Ponyboy, Johnny, and the whole gang. Cherry would constantly invite you to hang out with her and Bob to which the answer was always no. Bob was a complete asshole and so were his friends. You met Angela’s brother Curly when you were 8, he wasn’t as bad back then but he always felt the need to upstage his older brother Tim. He would always tag along with you and Angela but you didn’t see him as much anymore since he was in and out of the reformatory for awhile. He managed to be released and today the Shepard gang was having a party for him which meant that you had the job of inviting your main greasers. You inched up the stairs of the Curtis residence and the door swung open, revealing Sodapop.

“You guys! Our little uptown girl is here!” You rolled your eyes at the nickname that he had given you so many years ago. Out of the gang, Soda was the easiest one to talk to when it came to boys and relationships. He was an absolute sweetheart but he’d get down and dirty if he needed to protect you or the boys.

“Maybe you should change the name to middle-class girl.” You poked your tongue out as you teased him. “Uptown girl has a better ring to it. It also sounds cool when we’re called the backstreet guys.” “You mean the Backstreet Boys?” “No (Y/N). Uptown girl is always looking for the backstreet guys.” You sighed before shaking your head, “It’d sound better if you said downtown boys.” You were met with the sound of a pencil scribbling across a piece of paper before hearing, “Ponyboy is going to write a song about you. Did you get that Pone?” Soda peeked over Pony’s shoulder as Pony read,

“Uptown girl, she’s been living in her uptown world, I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy, I bet her mama never told her why… That’s all I have for now.” The whole room filled with laughter when Johnny brought out a guitar and started playing some chords to go along with Pony’s new poem. “I came to invite you guys to the Shepards party tonight not to have a song written about me.” You laughed before Two-Bit piped up, “Are you excited to see your Romeo?” He was met with an eye roll and a quick, “he doesn’t like me that way.” “(Y/N), man. The boy has the hots for you.” A chorus of yups and who wouldn’t’s filled the air, causing you to blush.

Curly was stone cold and hardheaded. He never wanted to admit when he was wrong and he prided himself on the amount of arrests he’s had. He was never serious about relationships but he was always there for you. When you got a lead in the school musical he was the one who dragged Angela to go and see it. The whole time he was going on and on saying things like “what the fuck is this shit? Fucking stupid that’s what this is.” and “nobody actually does that in real life.” But he was lowkey enjoying himself and his smile widened once graced the stage with your presence. Curly even brought you flowers but reminded you, “don’t think too much about it. I just didn’t want you to be embarrassed about not getting any flowers.” You just smiled at him and reassured him that his bad boy image was still present and that you were thankful for his thoughtfulness even though you had several bouquets of flowers in your hands. On your birthday he had stolen a pearl necklace for you but quickly added, “You know I can’t afford to buy you pearls but I can steal some for you, so be fucking grateful.” Unbeknownst to you, his face lit up every time he saw you wearing the necklace.

Darry pulled you out of your thoughts when he said, “Don’t let them bother you. Just go home and get ready, we’ll pick you up say 8 o'clock and then head over to Buck’s.” On the way out you were met with Cherry’s smiling face, “I knew you’d be here! I want to help you get ready for the party.” She wiggled her brows suggestively before pulling you towards your house which sat directly in the middle of the South and East side. Sherri decided that she wasn’t going to go to the party because she didn’t want to be the reason that Bob started shit with the gang. So instead of being your wing-woman, she was going to dress you to the nines. ——————-Time Skip —————— Your body was clad in a yellow pinup dress while your feet were snug in your white vans. Your makeup was ideal and it accented your (E/C) eyes, making them glisten in the moonlight. Your stomach erupted into a flurry of butterflies as time ticked down. You were about to see Curly for the first time in months and you didn’t know what to expect. He always bragged to Angela that you were his better half but what if that changed? You wouldn’t be able to blend into the scene and hide from him since you were wearing a bright ass yellow dress but you wore it because Curly loved the color on you. If you had it your way he wouldn’t be in and out of the reformatory, he’d be home with you.

Meanwhile, Curly had dragged Angela into his room and said, “What the fuck do I wear, Angel?” Angela smirked at the nickname because she knew that she was anything but. “Since when were you worried about wearing the wrong thing?” “Since (Y/N) is fucking going to be there! Is that what you wanted to hear, you cold hearted bitch.” “Wear one of those nice button ups that you stole and some jeans. Oh! Also wear your jacket, not that you could forget it but bring it just in case she gets cold.” “Angela this isn’t a fucking movie and I’m not going to sling my jacket over her shoulders and be cold myself.” “You know you’d fucking do it you big softie. You really like her even though you wouldn’t say so. If you want a girl like that, you’ve gotta treat her right.” “Get out of my fucking room.” Angela exited as Curly threw himself on the bed, burying his head in his hands. He always went for broads but with you it was different. You couldn’t be classified in that category, you were too good for that label. He wanted to prove to you that he’s good enough and that he’s worth your time. You were his better half and maybe if you were around more he’d change his ways. Not fully of course but enough to stop going to the reformatory. “Ready to go, you little shit?” Tim’s head peaked into Curly’s room and with that, they left. ————- Bitch it’s party time ————– When you stepped outside of your front door you were met with the boys dressed fairly nice. “Shit, you guys look sexy.” You announced this as you guys started walking to Buck’s. “Don’t you look beautiful as ever, (Y/N).” Steve slung an arm over your shoulder as he said this, causing you to let out a snort while laughing. “Aren’t you something, Randle?” It was a fairly nice walk filled with banter and giggles but upon arriving at Buck’s you started to freak out.

All of the guys made their entrance while Dally stayed back with you. “Stop freaking out, man. You’re making me feel nauseous for you.” You glared at Dally and responded with, “Dallas, what if he’s changed? What if he doesn’t like me anymore? I should’ve stayed home.” You rambled on and on which led Dally to put his hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up already. You look like an angel among us all and if he doesn’t like you then he can go suck a dick. You can find someone better than him if he’s going to mess with your emotions. You’re a good kid and you’re gonna have fun, yadda yadda yadda. Let’s go fucking party now because this pep talk is over.” You smiled because you could tell that Dallas cared for you. The two of you walked in an were met with dim red lights and alcohol.

Out of everyone, Tim spotted you first. “Hey (Y/N)! Angela’s over there. Have a good time okay?” He ruffled your hair before pushing you in Angela’s direction. “FUCKING SHIT! MY BEST FRIEND LOOKS LIKE A GODDESS. I’M ABOUT READY TO DIE OVER HERE, YOU LOOK SO FINE.” You were met with an embrace and a whisper in your ear which said, “Bitch, Curly is over by the stairs leaning against the wall. He’s been waiting for you all night. If you were anyone else I wouldn’t let you talk to him but you’re you so go get your man.” She pulled away and stuck her tongue out before grinding on some dude. “How much money did someone pay you to wear that?” You yelled this over the music while walking towards Curly.

“Get lost broad, I’m waiting for someone.” The boy was glancing at the door, his eyes were looking at anything but you. How stupid is he? How did he miss you walking in if he’s been staring at the entrance all night. “Call me a broad one more time and I’ll punch your fucking teeth in.” Curly froze and slowly turned around before pulling you in by your waist. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, you don’t even understand.” “Curly, are you sniffing my hair?” He rose a brow and said, “Yeah. Problem?” You shook your head before gesturing towards his outfit. “You look nice! Why are you so dressed up?” If you looked close enough you could’ve sworn that he was blushing. “Just wanted to look presentable for a certain Uptown Girl.” He was met with a shove and giggles. “Curly Shepard got all dressed up for lil ol’ me?” “Shut up before I leave.” “You can’t leave, it’s your party.” “I’ll leave and I’ll take you with me.” “What’s stopping you?” Next thing you know you’re being dragged away from Buck’s and all the way to the alley down by the tracks. “As much as I like it here, I’m not looking for any confrontation tonight. Let’s go to the lot.”

You began pulling him in the direction of the lot before he said, “You make me want things that I can’t have.” Stopping dead in your tracks you turned to him and asked, “What are you thinking about?” “When ever I’m out of the reformatory I come to see you. It’s always been you. I scare away anyone who even has the thought of hitting on you because you make me feel things. I hate myself so much for these fucking feelings.” You walked closer towards him and urged him to go on.

“I should’ve told you that I felt this way a long time ago but I didn’t want to screw things up. You have everything going for you, (Y/N). You’re the Uptown girl and I don’t want to drag you down with me. The Shepard gang only gets worse with age and I don’t want to be the reason that you don’t succeed in life because damn it, you deserve so much more than this.” Curly sighed and ran a hand through his hair while his eyes became glassy.

“Curly Shepard. I am so in love with you that I want to throw up whenever I’m near you. You make me a good kind of nervous. You’re always there for me when I’m doing productions or feeling down. You have this whole, I hate the world, persona but with me you’re different. You just need someone to love you and show you that there’s still good in this world. I can be that person.” Your arms looped around his neck as he let out a nervous sigh. “I feel like I can’t breathe, (Y/N).” Your fingers danced across his face, tracing every single trait and then they played in his curls. “I can’t let you get mixed up with me. I can’t lose you. I can’t let you throw your life away for me. I can-”

Soft lips were met with another pair. Delicate and pillow like. He tasted like cigarettes and alcohol mixed with a bit of icing from the cake they had at the party. You tasted like chocolate covered strawberries and all things sweet. He couldn’t pull you in any closer but he damn well tried. You guys ran your fingers all over one another in the most passionate kiss there was. Although you initiated it, he deepened it and kissed you softly as though you could break. Both of you guys pulled away in a dire need for air after your tongues just battled for dominance. “I’m willing to help you better yourself if you’d let me. I don’t necessarily want to change you because I love who you are. But if you’re scared of dragging me down, we can build each other up together.” “I’d like that. So we’re in agreeance that you’re mine and I’m yours?” You nodded before leaning your head on his shoulder as you guys continued your walk to the lot.

You shivered a bit, swearing because you were going to bring your jacket but Cherry didn’t let you. “Here.” Curly slid off his near and dear leather jacket then proceeded to help you slide your arms through the sleeves. “Shit. I’ll have to thank Angela for this later.” He whispered it under his breath but you caught on putting two and two together. Angela and Cherry must’ve planned it out so that this moment would happen, you definitely had to thank them later. At the lot you guys stared at the stars and traced each other’s features. He stared at you with loving eyes as you fell asleep in his embrace.

Johnny and Ponyboy happened to be on their way to the lot and when they saw you two, Pony whipped out his notepad. “Why were you carrying that, Pone?” Johnny gestured towards the notepad and pencil “New song lyrics, man.” He scribbled before turning the notepad so that Johnny could read it. “She’ll see I’m not so tough Just because I’m in love with an uptown girl You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world She’s getting tired of her high class toys And all her presents from her uptown boys She’s got a choice” After seeing the lyrics, Johnny dragged Pony to the Curtis household in dire need of his guitar to put the lyrics to music. ~ Fin ~

Jk there’s a bonus part: “I swear to who ever the fuck is up there in the sky that if you hurt our little uptown girl, I will personally take care of you.” Dally had Curly’s shirt balled in his fist but was met with laughter. Right in Dally’s face, Curly said, “Hey Pony did you hear that? No? I could’ve sworn that I heard a little bitch!” “We’re serious man, we’ll hurt you.” Curly nodded and said, “I could never hurt that girl in a million years and if I did, you guys could personally kill me but make sure you let Angela get in on it.”

#Curly Shepard #the outsiders #that was then this is now #curly x reader #curly Shepard x reader #the outsiders imagine

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All the Write Words, Pt.IV (Library AU!Vladimir Ranskahov x Reader)

Prologue Part I Part II Part III Part V

For the first two years the Ranskahov brothers had been in America, the Veles Taxi & Limousine Services had been the Prohaska Cab Garage. Old Man Prohaska himself was a stubborn old man whose spit-at-your-shoes attitude hadn’t won him many companions. It did, however, win him a bizarre and rather cruel death by a bowling ball bash to the cranium. At the time, Anatoly had been one of the better options to leave the garage with and while it was highly likely that he wasn’t even in the will to begin with, the nervous lawyer who kept staring at an oddly calm and quiet Vladimir stated otherwise. And just like that, the garage was under new ownership. No questions asked.

Not much had changed under the Ranskahov ruling: It had always employed an abundance of Russians, it usually had rap or cheesy Russian folk music blaring from an old boom box. The mini collage of centerfolds and pinups only changed by gaining a few more additions and business went on as it had before because generally, customers didn’t have a preference for taxi services by name. Just do the job, do it good, and they’d go on their merry way. The only apparent change was the transformation of the logo into Veles Taxi. That, and maybe – just maybe – the powerful presence of tall, scary Russian men had increased since the brothers had taken over.

Whether or not this was intended by the new owners was never outwardly addressed because at least they could offer that they wanted to give the less-than-cuddly-looking blokes chances at employment. At the very least, it didn’t seem to bother Anatoly nor Vladimir as what would be said in their employees’ baritone, chain-smoker’s Russian usually fell upon deaf ears and was more often than not just simple talk or a crude joke here or there. It was never anything that called for alertness and even rarer that they would ever feel the need to be on complete edge at all whenever they were in the garage. The fact that it took an assignment in the shape of a preschooler’s workbook for Vladimir to seek refuge in his office away from the rest of the big guys was therefore all the more amusing.

The office was never truly quiet. There was always clanging of Vladimir slamming a shot glass or bottle of vodka onto the wooden desk, the clicking of the thick clock on the wall, Anatoly sighing through his nose as he went through paperwork (Russian and English, of course). Today was no different, only it had gained more accompaniment: grunts of frustration, the rhythmic tapping of pencil onto paper, the occasional scribbling followed by frantic erasing, the rustle of a hand ruffling hair out of irritation, and the groan of a chair every time its occupant leaned back with almost every single desire to say “Fuck it” that the human body could possibly muster in this situation. But he couldn’t. Not when he had just barely started – it’d be laughable, a wound to his pride! Vladimir glanced down at what he’d accomplished: three out of five completed traces of the word “cat” written in dotted format. In the corner of the paper was a cartoon cat saying some gibberish that to the trained reader would have read “Meow-valous!” To Vladimir, it was only a mockery and it encouraged him to furiously erase at the eyes until they were faded.

Another groan of the chair sounded into the office as Vladimir leaned back and let out a nearly defeated sigh. This shouldn’t be so hard. Why was it hard? Was there a specific order to write certain letters? His eyes whipped to the unfinished alphabet sheet. He was supposed to rewrite the letters of the English alphabet atop the dotted examples below the more solid ones. He noticed that his Q was upside-down* and in his opinion, it didn’t matter; people would know what he meant, right? He thought back to earlier in the day during his rather eventful session with (Y/N) – had she said anything important about this?

“Wrong,” (Y/N) said. Vladimir grumbled in frustration. He’d already been “corrected” five times, mostly on how he’d been writing lowercase b’s and d’s (was it his fault they looked alike? No!)

“Here, let me . . .” (Y/N) eased up beside him and leaned over. Once again, a stifled sigh attempted to escape Vladimir but he instead settled to point a glare at her. Unfortunately for him the moment he turned to direct it at her, he found himself looking at the side profile of something he couldn’t really glare quite properly at. His attention had become so fixed that he didn’t even notice when his tutor took the pencil from his hand.

“I know this may sound a bit convoluted – pardon me, confusing, but growing up I just saw it as Little B wants to look forward to the upcoming letters. And Little D wants to show B respect, so they look right back at B.” As (Y/N) explained her method, she gave examples of the letters and their respective direction, making her chest jiggle ever so slightly. Vladimir didn’t hear a word of it. It was the confusion he dropped into when he realized what had just happened that (Y/N) mistook for misunderstanding her lesson. “Or,” she pulled back, “just remember that the lowercase letters of B and D face the same direction as their uppercases. Yeah, that’s much simpler, sorry for not saying that one sooner. Understood?”

It took Vladimir a strong few seconds of silence before he forced out a grunt meant to serve as a ‘yes.’ The response was met with a smile – one he detested but had grown to be too exasperated and used to – and he continued on with his work. He really wished the little suka would put the soiled sweatshirt back on because ever since its removal, the lessons had somehow proven to be worse. He was getting distracted more. Probably fulfilling her assumed belief that he was just a vodka-brained Russki bumpkin who didn’t know the first thing about school but everything there was to know about getting drunk and screwing. If it weren’t for the fact that (Y/N) could report him for it, Vladimir would have spat at the floor out of spite. He was going to show her. Show them all! Like hell was he going to let these idiot donkeys believe that he was not only on their level, but truly below them!

Unfortunately no sooner had he made this mental declaration did he happen to glare up to find (Y/N) bend over to sweep up some fallen coffee grains. Under better circumstances (one where he wouldn’t have been in this hellhole of a library to begin with), he would have loved to stare at the jean-clad roundness that greeted his sight. And also under better circumstances, he would’ve been a more studious person and would’ve committed (Y/N)’s words to memory instead of blotting them out in place of this new stimuli.

B looks backward to greet A . . . ? No, that couldn’t have been it. If that were the case, then (Y/N) needn’t have corrected him all those times. Q’s tail isn’t upside down, but then no other alphabet had a tail like that so why would it matter, people would know which one it was –

“черт побери!” the Russian roared. By then, he had already swept his arm about halfway across the desk, shoving much of his office supplies to the floor. The silence was broken completely, as was the man’s soul at this point. He somehow managed to miss the source of his frustration, however. The “Meow-valous” workbook smiled up at him with erased eyes, unfinished, nearly torn in multiple places through harsh erasing. Before any more damage could be done, the elder Ranskahov was in the office threshold, brows furrowed with confusion and concern.

“Volodya?” his quiet Russian soothed the rough silence bit by bit. “Is . . . What have you done?” Anatoly didn’t flinch when Vladimir’s infamous glare was aimed towards him. He was far too used to his brother’s anger to be too entirely phased by it anymore. “Nothing . . .” Vladimir huffed, “ . . . is wrong.” His nostril flared, his own jagged Russian combating his brother’s. Anatoly scoffed quietly.

“I somehow doubt that,” he muttered, entering the room. As he neared his brother’s desk, he glanced down at the surface. Maybe his brother had come upon some unfavorable paperwork – wait. Anatoly’s brows furrowed once more. Only this time, it was solely from confusion. Did . . . did he just see a pun? Did Vladimir even get English puns?

The sudden expression cued Vladimir into recognizing the situation, quickly shuffling the book under what actual paperwork remained on his desk. “What is it you want?” he demanded, trying to make himself sound quieter and calmer than what he was actually feeling. A cocktail of frustration, embarrassment, and pending horror at the very real possibility that his brother would discover just what he was being subjected to.

Anatoly wanted to keep his eyes trained on what he thought he saw, truly he did. But Maybe now just wasn’t the time to argue with one’s slightly taller, definitely bulkier and more pugnacious brother. “Nothing of great concern . . .” he said with hesitation. “We would appreciate if you would join us in garage for a little chat about how the budget has been going as far as materials. But if you are too upset with some other matter –”

“No,” Vladimir interrupted. “No. Just . . . Just wait for me down there.” The moment Anatoly left (albeit with every desire to question the situation), Vladimir rolled the work book up and shoved it into his coat pocket. He’d just have to wait until he was in the sanctity of his room to complete the damned assignment. About halfway through the threshold to leave the office, he quickly turned around and placed a half-full bottle of vodka by his coat for when he’d leave. It was highly likely that he would be needing it this evening.

#regrettablewritings #all the write words #vladimir ranskahov x reader #vladimir ranskahov imagine #vladimir ranskahov imagines #daredevil imagine #daredevil imagines

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