#and this event is about to be so much fun

[starrbishops]

⟡Just a Little Meddling⟡

(John Walker x f!Reader)

Summary: Walker's feelings for you are obvious to everyone except you. Tired of watching him pine, the team decides to do something about it.

Word Count: 4k

Notes: Set after the events of Thunderbolts*, love confessions, first kiss, reader is described as wearing a dress and being shorter than John (he's 6' 2" so that's pretty much everyone but thought I'd mention it) New Avengers team shenanigans, John Walker yearns

a/n: I've wanted to write a Walker fic feat. the rest of the team so bad so this is it! I do love the family dynamic of the group and this was really fun to write.

“We are out of Wheaties!” Alexei yells out, jolting everyone seated around the dining table. Ever since they’d put the group of you on the box, Alexei had refused to buy any other cereal.

“Oh no.” Yelena deadpaned as she took a sip of orange juice. “This is tragic.”

“Whatever shall we do.” Ava sighed as she leaned back in her chair.

“We will get more!” Alexei declared, storming over to the table. “Bob, you will join me on  trip to the supermarket.” he pointed at the man as he spoke. “We need food anyways, Walker uses every ingredient when he cooks.”

“Hey!” John raised his hands in argument. “I make you all breakfast and this is the treatment I get?”

“Oh come on, Walker, we all know why you do this.” Yelena took another bite of her own food.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he insisted.

Bob shrugged from his seat by the blonde. “I mean, no offense, Walker, but you’re kinda obvious.”

“What’s going on out here?” you walked into the room, rubbing our eyes as if you’d just woken up. John immediately jumped out of his seat, grabbing the extra plate of pancakes that he’d made. 

“Hey, made sure to make some extra for you.” he handed you the plate before nervously shoving his hands into his pockets. You smiled as you looked at the dish before you.

John was a surprisingly good cook. None of you could have predicted he was actually competent in the kitchen, but he’d become the designated chef of the group. Today, he’d taken the liberty of making you all blueberry pancakes ‘out of the goodness of his heart.’

“I love blueberries! Thanks John.” you grinned up at him before taking your seat, his eyes trailing after you. Yelena and Ava each gave him a knowing look, to which he scoffed before sitting back down next to you.

“We are in crisis.” Alexei announced to you, slamming the empty Wheaties box in front of you. “We have no Wheaties!” You held back laughter, glancing over at John with a grin at the ridiculous situation. Yelena groaned and covered her face out of embarrassment.

“I think we’ll survive, Alexei. Besides, John’s a great cook, he can tide us over till we go to the store.” you pointed at Walker with your fork, not looking over to see the way his face went red and his smile widened just a bit at the praise. Ava chuckled under her breath at it.

The five of you sat together, conversing as Alexei finally broke his no-Wheaties hunger strike and ate some of John’s pancakes. Walker couldn’t care less, honestly. Yelena may have been mean, but she wasn’t stupid. He liked you; a lot. You were sweet, smart, beautiful. And you would never go for someone like him, so he was left with nothing to do but small things like these. Making your favorite breakfast, looking out for you on missions, saying dumb things just to make you laugh. Anything to see you smile.

“Shit, it’s Val.” you groaned as you looked at your phone. “I gotta take this.” you stepped away, John staring as you left the room. Before you, he’d never been one to gawk at women, but it was getting to the point where when you were in a room, his adult brain turned off and his monkey brain turned on.

“Christ, Walker, you have no shame.” Ava laughed as she noticed John staring, snapping him out of it.

“What?”

“You’re like a lovesick puppy.” she joked, Yelena laughing with her.

“What are you talking about?” Alexei questioned, looking confused between Ava and John.

“Nothing, they’re just being annoying-”

“Walker likes her.” Yelena tilted her head to where you’d just left from.

John just hid his face in his hands, sighing as Alexei processed the information.

“Is this true, Walker?” he asked, seeming genuine in his questioning.

John shrugged. “If I say no, would you even believe me?”

“No.” Yelena and Ava spoke in sync, Bob shaking his head as well.

John threw his hands up, leaning back in his chair. “Fine, okay, I do like her. Are you happy?”

“YES!” Alexei practically jumped up from his seat, moving to smack John on the back.

“Ow!” he recoiled at the super soldier’s touch, Alexei hitting much harder than he intended to. He leaned down to squeeze John into a hug, all but suffocating him in the process.

“Ah, young love. You would make beautiful couple, John. Strong super babies. Would be great for marketing as well.”

“Dad!” Yelena called out from across the table. Alexei just waved her off.

“I joke. But it’s true, you would be wonderful together.”

“Thanks.” Walker choked out. “Please let go.” he caught his breath as Alexei released him. 

“Why have you not told her this?”

“He’s scared.” Ava piped in. “Thinks she’s too good for him.”

“Well…” Alexei shrugged.

“Hey, you just said we’d be a good couple!” John cried out.

“Yes, but in terms of leagues, she is up here-” Alexei held his hand up horizontally. “And you are here.” he held his other hand up lower than the first. Yelena again laughed, even Bob chuckling a little.

“You are very handsome man, John, very strong, but you need to be firm. Tell her your feelings. Say, ‘I love you, and I want to be strong man for you. Let us make passionate love.’”

“I am not saying that!” John said as the rest of the table burst into laughter.

“What’s happening?” Bucky yawned as he walked in.

“Alexei is trying to get Walker to admit his crush.” Yelena explained between giggles.

Bucky looked confused. “What, you still haven’t told her?”

“Is it that obvious?” John threw his hands up before covering his face again, prompting more laughter from the others.

“Hey, just saying, you’d be a cute couple. I think she likes you.” Bob leaned over, trying to encourage him.

“Thank you Bob, but I know I have no chance.”

Bucky chuckled. “You give up real easily, don’t you Walker.”

“Look, all of you-” Walker gestured around the table. “She’s out of my league, okay? She can do better. And none of you are going to tell her about this, got it?”

Yelena shrugged, face red from laughter. “Okay, if you’re choosing cowardice, that’s your choice.”

“We won’t stand in your way.” Ava laughed as she stood, taking her plate to the kitchen sink.

“I think you should just tell her. Get it out of your system.” Bob shrugged.

“Yes! Be brave, that is what women want. Strong provider who is not afraid of feelings.” Alexei added.

“I don’t know about all that.” Bucky patted Alxei’s shoulder. “But he’s got a point. She’s gonna find out at some point, Walker.”

“Not if I can help it.” he insisted as he began cleaning up dishes. 

“Hey, what’d I miss?” you walked back into the room, John straightening up nervously.

“Nothing!” he yelled immediately. Yelena giggled again as Bucky just sighed. 

You looked around at the group, observing Ava holding back laughter, Bob looking nervous, and Alexei looking up expectantly at John. “Okay.” you finally said. “John, do you mind coming with me to this stupid meeting thing later? Val’s insisting I bring someone.”

“Yes!” John immediately replied. “I mean, no of course I don’t mind.”

You smiled, a look of relief that John had memorized. “Thank God, I cannot do this alone. It’s at 11, I gotta go get ready now.”

“Yeah! I mean, I’ll get ready too. For the meeting.” he all but ran to you, following you into the hallway as the others watched.

“God, he’s pathetic.” Ava chuckled as she rinsed off her dish.

“Give him a break, Starr, he’s in love. It’d make anybody crazy.” Bucky warns as he sits down at the table.

“So we are going to do something about this, right? I don’t know how much more of this I can stomach.” Yelena asked the group.

“Walker seems like he needs a little push.” Alexei made a pushing motion as he said the word. “Something to make him act, finally.”

“You want to meddle behind both of their backs?” Ava asked as she rejoined the group at the table.

“Yes, obviously. They both need it.” Yelena gestured to the hall where the two had left.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, this isn’t our business.” he sighed. “But watching Walker like this is kind of sad.”

“So what’s the plan?” Ava asked.

The five sat in silence, thinking on how to get the two together. 

Finally Bob chimed in, with “I have an idea!”

You flopped on the couch, John joingin you as the two of you arrived back at the tower after Val’s meeting. After three hours of her droning on and on, it was a relief to be in the quiet of the Watchtower.

That was shortly interrupted by the entrance of the others into the room, ALexei immediately beginning his questioning of how it went.

You turned to John with a pleading look on your face. Please field his questions for me.

John just sighed, unable to say no to you, turning to Alexei to summarize the meeting. Bucky took a seat between the two of you.

“How you feelin’?” he asked. You just chuckled.

“Like my brain is mush.” you put a hand over your eyes.

“Val’ll do that to you.” Bucky jokes as he leaned back. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

You moved your hand, facing the super soldier. “Shoot.”

“Mel’s got this friend, nice guy, good looking, smart, your age.” he listed off. “He works for Val too, thinks you’re pretty cool.”

John tunes into the conversation, focus shifting from Alexei’s questioning to suspicion as to what Bucky was getting at.

“Mel wanted to know if you’d be okay with us setting you up with him.” Bucky explained. “Obviously, it’s your choice, but I thought I’d put it out there.”

“Oh!” you replied, face one of surprise and confusion. “So, like, a date?”

“Yes, a date.” Bucky nodded.

Alarm bells went off in John’s head as he listened. What the hell was Bucky doing? Trying to kill him? It could be genuine, he knew he and Mel were close, and of course there were plenty of guys who’d kill for a date with you. He just never thought Bucky would go there.

“Well, I’m not really sure, it’s been a while since I’ve dated.” you nervously replied.

“Well that’s why it’s good. Get you back out there.” Bucky patted you on the back. “Doesn’t have to be serious. I just want you to be happy.”

Your eyes flitted over to John briefly, catching his look of concern as Alexei droned on in the background. “Okay. Yeah, sure, why not?”

He was so screwed.

“So, how are you feeling?” Yelena sat down next to Waker with a cup of coffee, interrupting his blank staring at the TV.

“Hm?” he hummed out, still barely in reality.

“You know, about your crush going on a date with some other guy.” she elaborated. “One who’s not you. Even though you’re in love with her.”

“I never said that.” he snapped back, although he didn’t move from his spot. “It’s fine. It’s her choice.”

“You’re seriously not doing anything?” The two jumped as Ava phased in behind them, looking disappointed at John. “You’re just going to keep wallowing here?”

“I’m not wallowing.” he muttered.

“You’ve been sitting there for three hours now watching all the Mission Impossibles. It’s sad, Walker, very sad.”

“They’re good movies.” he mumbled under her breath, eliciting a sigh from Yelena.

“Walker, please, just do something. She likes you, you just need to man up and tell her.” she insisted. Walker just stared down at the floor

“Don’t you think if she liked me she wouldn’t go on a date with another guy? I’m not exactly subtle, you all figured it out.”

“Yes, but she’s ridiculously oblivious.” Ava climbed over the sofa to sit next to John. “You both are. It’s why you’re perfect for each other.”

“Exactly! You just need to do something about it.” Yelena grabbed Walker’s shoulders and shook him, startling him out of his misery.

“Jesus, stop, okay! Look, she made her choice, and I’m not gonna get in the way of her being happy, alright? She deserves better.” With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving the two women looking at each other with disappointment.

“Oh God.” Ava flopped back onto the couch. “He’s worse than I thought.”

“Let’s hope Bob knows what he’s doing,” Yelena said, Ava nodding in agreement.

Meanwhile, you stood in your room, fiddling with your dress as you got ready. The longer you stare at yourself, the worse you feel. 

You were unsure of this from the minute Bucky brought it up, but it wasn’t like you had any excuse not to. You’d been harboring feelings for John for a while now, something you’d held close to your chest, afraid and unwilling to admit to them. You hoped this would take your mind off of him.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts, followed by Bob entering the room.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he joined you by the mirror, staring into it alongside you.

“Like I’m gonna puke.” you admitted, arms crossed as you evaluated yourself. Yelena and Ava had helped you pick the dress; it was dark blue, shorter than you’d usually wear (“It’s sexy! You need to maximize hotness for this.” yelena had insisted) and hugged your curves tightly. You’d thrown on an old leather jacket you’d found in your closet to combat the awkwardness you felt, though it was still there, and combined with the guilt you felt about John, it was eating you alive.

“That’s fair.” Bob agreed, putting on a hand on your shoulder. “You look great, though. From an objective standpoint. I wouldn’t-”

“I know, Bob. Thank you.” you cut off his nervous ramblings, smiling over at him. “I just feel like crap for some reason.”

“Is it because of John?” you whipped around at the mention of the name, Bob just staring at you like it was a normal question.

“I- what- what do you mean?” you stuttered out.

“Nothing, it’s just, you guys seem really close. He’s been mopey all day, I thought maybe you had a fight or something.”

You sighed, aptly in relief and partly out of sadness. “Yeah. I don’t know what’s up with him. He’s been weird for days.”

“Yeah. Wonder what it could be. Started around when you agreed to the date, right?” Bob pointed out.

“Yeah, I, uh, guess so.” you nodded, confused at what he was pointing out. “You think that has something to do with it?”

Bob just shrugged. “I don’t know. Just stating the facts.” he peered down at his phone. “It’s almost 6:30. You might wanna get going.”

“Yeah, yeah I should.” you grabbed your purse from your dresser, joining Bob as you walked out of the room.

The other four members of the group sat on the sofa, watching some old action movie that's been left on. 

Ava whistled as you walked in. “Lookin’ good. That guy’s not gonna know what hit him.” she smiled at you. You gave a small grin back, trying to force yourself to be excited.

“What a beautiful young lady.” Alexei stood, rubbing your shoulders with a fatherly smile on his face. “And a very lucky young man is waiting for you.”

“Thanks, guys.” you grinned at them.

“In fact, everyone should see you. WALKER!” Alexei yelled out. “GET IN HERE!”

“Oh, John been in a mood all day, he doesn’t need to-”

“Jesus, what is it-” John stopped in his tracks as you turned to face him, wearing a nervous smile. He looked you up and down, admiring how the dress almost molded to your body, the larger jacket hanging from your shoulders. God, he wished that was his jacket right now. And you’d done your makeup, somehow becoming more radiant than you usually were. He always found you attractive, whether you were bloody and dirty from fighting, or done up like this.

The two of you just stared at each other in silence, you unsure what to say, John’s brain attempting to process the sight before him. “She looks nice, eh, Walker?” Alexei chuckled as he patted you on the back.

“Um, yeah.” Walker finally managed to choke out. “You look beautiful.”

You smile and nod sharply. “Thanks, John.”

Alexei turned you to face him. “Well, romance awaits! Let’s get you to your date.”

He pushed you towards the elevator gently, the others saying their goodbyes and giving good luck wishes as you walked away. As you stepped in, you gave one last glance at John, who still stood frozen in what seemed like a state of shock, eyes boring into you. You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath till the elevator doors shut, and you couldn’t see the others anymore.

“Well, there she goes.” Yelena announced, turning back to the TV. “Nice work, Walker.”

John didn’t even respond to her tease. He just kept staring out at the elevator doors, as if he was trying to melt them with his mind, somehow bring you back up.

“John, you alright over there?” Bucky asked, sounding a million miles away to John.

He was stupid. He was so, so stupid. How could he just let you leave like that? Let some random guy, who didn’t even know you, know how amazing you were, take you out? It wasn’t right. Jealousy burned in his chest, imagining him getting to hold you the way John thought of constantly. Getting to touch her, to feel the warmth of you close up, do things to you JOhn could only imagine as he tried to fall asleep at night. He wouldn’t know how to treat you. How could he? John knew you; knew the small things, like your favorite foods, your nervous ticks, the way you laughed when you were faking and when you genuinely found something funny, how you picked at your nails when you were bored, how you fidgeted with her clothes when you were nervous.

And the way you looked at him-hesitant, nervous. Not in an excited way. In a way that he knew meant you wanted to get out of this. That you were unsure, unhappy. 

You weren't happy.

That thought was all John needed to make him run to the stairs, the others calling out after him. He didn’t even listen as he descended, running as quickly as possible to reach her before it was too late.

Out of breath after scaling the steps, he looked around the lobby frantically, searching for you out in the crowd. He spotted you heading for the door, calling out your name as he sped over to you.

You turned confused as a red-faced and panting John stood in front of you, trying to catch his breath. “John, what’s going on?”

“Don’t go.” he panted, “Don’t go on that date.”

You stared blankly at him, confused at his sudden fervor. “What?”

“You can’t.” he insisted. “Please, don’t go.”

Your mouth hung open, perplexed and surprised. “What, I-why not? You couldn’t have said this earlier?”

John looked down at you, eyes full of desperation and humility. “I was- I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“You.” he said, taking a step towards you. “You fucking terrify me. Because you’re amazing, because you make me feel like nothing else in the world.” he sighed, eyes not moving from yours. “God, you scare me more than anything because I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do about it.” he ran a hand through his hair, still breathing heavily as he looked down at you.

You just stare back, shocked and unsure. “You mean all that?”

He nodded fervently, taking another tentative step forward. “I do. And I’m so dumb for not telling you sooner, and for even thinking I could have a chance, but I’m here now.” he reached out, gently taking one of your hands in his. “And I love you. I really do. Please, don’t go.”

You stand, mouth hanging open, unsure what to say, if anything. John just looks defeated and terrified, letting himself be more open and raw than he’d been in years.

You close your mouth, settling on a decision. You reach your other hand around the nape of his neck, pulling him down to your level as you kiss him, hard and intense, an act built from months of longing and suppressed feelings, all let loose with his confession.

He’s still for just a second,  brain catching up to his body, before he’s kissing you back, snaking a hand around your waist and cupping your face with the other, tongue slipping into your mouth as he tries to pull you infinitely closer to him.

In that moment, John feels perfect bliss; you against him, your soft lips against his, hand running through his hair mussed from his frantic run to catch you. He could stay like this forever, he thinks.

Unfortunately, you do finally have to pull away to breathe, panting as you lean into John, his arms rising to hold you against him.

“God, I’m so in love with you, John.” you mumble against him, breathing in the scent of him. “And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and the team, but god, you’re so great.”

John smiles, planting a kiss to the top of your head. “God, you’re perfect.” he hugs you tightly against him as you rest a cheek on his chest. “You’re everything. I swear, I’ll give you everything, if you’ll let me.”

You nod, opening your eyes to look up at him. “Yes.” you nod fervently. “I don’t need anything, I just want you, John.”

He chuckles, leaning down to give you another kiss. This one is softer, a promise of more to come.

You smile, leaning your forehead against his as he breaks the kiss, only to be interrupted by sudden cheering behind you.

The two of you turn to see your teammates clapping and smiling at you, Alexei holding up his phone as he takes a video.

“Finally!” Yelena yells out, coming over to hug you. “Took you too long enough.”

“You planned this?” you ask, looking out at your friends. John just stands still in shock, hands still firmly planted on your hips.

“Well, it was Bob’s idea.” Ava nudges the man next to her, who gives a nervous grin. “We all just helped.”

“God, this is beautiful.” Alexei suppresses a sob as he pockets his phone, walking over to join the two of you. “I feel like a proud parent.”

“You planned this.” John states, still processing as he glares at Bob, who just shrugs.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything about it. We thought you needed a little push.”

“And clearly it worked.” Bucky gestures to the two of you, prompting you to laugh at the insanity of the situation you were now in.

“You didn’t want to tell me you liked me?” you peered up at John, who somehow got even more red than before.

“Well, I uh… I figured you were out of my league.”

“And you are.” Ava adds as she phases over to you. “But if someone deserves the privilege of dating you, I guess he’s alright.”

“Hey.” Walker’s voice has no bite to it, smiling as he looks back down at you. “Really though, are you sure about this? You want me?”

You chuckle, moving a hand to his cheek, him leaning into your touch. “Yes, John, I’m sure.” you pull him down to kiss him once more, not caring about your friends around you. Yelena and Ava make disgusted sounds as Bob claps, Alexei cheering in the background.

“Shut up!” you push your friends away as you pull back, although you smile doing so. Alexei wraps the two of you in a bruising hug, taking your breath away.

“I’m so proud of you two!” he yells. “It’s like my beautiful daughter and my big strong son are in love!”

“How would that work?” Yelena asks as he releases the two of you, giving John a slap on the back. 

“Good work, Walker, I told you, express your love, be honest, and then, you make beautiful passionate love-”

“Okay, Alexei, thank you!” John cuts him off, brushing the others away as he pulls you to him. You laugh as the others move to file back into the elevator, looking up at John.

“Beautiful passionate love, huh?” you joke.

“Alexei has some interesting advice.” John just grins as he puts an arm around your waist, walking with you to join your friends in the elevator.

a/n: This is my longest fic to date and it was written in one sugar high induced sitting and I really don't know how I did it. But here it is! Ain't much but it's honest work :)

[itneverendshere]

i love bitchy!pouge!reader x rafe soooo much! idk how to explain it but the way you write them brings me comfort. i was wondering if you could write what their first fight was about after exchanging i love yous? 🥺

fight so dirty, but you love so sweet - r.c

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x rafe warnings: 70% angst

Feelings—especially yours—came barbed, similar to the way you’d grown up.

A girl with no patience for sugarcoated anything and Rafe Cameron with all his kooky contradictions had somehow slithered under your skin. Which made it worse, because you remember who he used to be.

You’re sitting on your porch, feet up on the railing, a melting popsicle between your fingers and your phone in the other hand, scrolling with vague boredom until your thumb freezes.

It’s a picture.

Rafe, at that stupid-ass annual Kook charity event he swore he hated but always went to.

The one he invited you to, told you you should come, even though he knew you'd rather set your hair on fire than mingle with sweater-vested trust fund kids drinking out of champagne flutes like it’s water. You had rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, no thanks. I’d rather get hit by a golf cart.”

And he’d laughed—understood. No pressure.

But now the photo…Your stomach drops.

It’s Brielle fucking Simmons, all pearls and perfect hair and fake everything. Rafe’s ex, standing close, hand on his arm, claiming him.

Both smiling, harmless fun, right? Wrong. You’re already texting him before you know what you’re saying.

You: lol tell Brielle she looked cute latched to your arm tonight. You two looked like a literal J. Crew ad. So wholesome. ❤️

It takes three minutes for the dots to start typing. Then stop, start again, and then he calls.

You let it ring out. 

He calls again. 

“Babe—”

“What the fuck was that?”

“What do you mean?”

“The pictures. Your little date.”

“She’s not my date,” He scoffs, “It was a photo. She walked up, I didn’t—what are you doing right now?”

“Wondering how fast I’d get kicked out if I slapped that fake-ass smile off her face.”

“She’s not important.”

“Oh, but she looks pretty important. All over you, dressed like she just walked out of a Lilly Pulitzer wet dream.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being—” You stand up, pacing now. “Wow. Okay. Let’s unpack that, Rafe.”

Rafe exhales hard. “It was a photo. She came up to me—”

“You sure as fuck didn’t stop her.” You’re pacing now, bare feet hitting the porch. “You look real comfortable. Like old times, huh? Bet she knows exactly where to put her hand.”

He groans. 

“Can you relax for a second—I wanted you here. You didn’t wanna be here, and I respected that. What was I supposed to do? Push you to come somewhere you’d hate to avoid a two-second interaction with my ex?”

“You could’ve told her to back off. You could’ve told the photographer to fuck off.”

“She means nothing. You know that.”

Your tongue kisses your teeth.

“That’s what every man says right before he ends up dicking someone in a monogrammed bathroom.”

“Are you fucking serious right now? She wasn’t even—fuck.” He sighs harshly. “You’re jealous over nothing.”

You stop dead. “Did you just call me jealous?”

“What do you want me to say? That I should’ve shoved her off me at a charity event, my dad’s hosting in front of thirty people and a news crew to protect your ego?”

Wow, okay, that one hurt.

“My ego? My ego?”

“You’re not trusting me,” he snaps. “I love you, and one picture sends you spiraling like I’m cheating on you in broad daylight.”

There it is.

He realizes it too late.

You inhale sharply, eyes stinging. “Right. Got it.”

“Wait—no, I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t do halfway. If you want me, you want me. You don’t let your ex drape herself over you while you're fucking grinning for a photo-op and I’m at home baking stupid brownies for you.”

“You know I want you. I’m not gonna argue with you over one photo,” he grits out.

“Then don’t,” you say flatly.

Click.

You hang up.

You sit back down, popsicle dripping onto your jeans, and feel that sick, familiar feeling settle into your chest. You knew it was only a matter of time before the Kook fantasy ended.

You were just the wrong shape for him.

You toss your phone onto the steps beside you and stare out at the darkness, but all you can see is her. Her glossy hair, her effortless way of fitting into a world you never had a place in.

And he looked like that old Rafe again, the one who looked at you like you were a problem. You feel your chest rip apart, blooming beneath your ribs. You knew this would happen. You fucking knew it. You chew your thumbnail and tell yourself you’re fine.

You told him when things started to get real—when he began looking at you like you were worth more than a secret thrill—that this wasn’t something you knew how to do; you’d never been the girlfriend.

Guys never wanted you like that, not for long. They fucked you, they laughed with you, and they left, never picking you. You’re the girl who wears ripped shorts and tells people to fuck off before they finish their sentence, who drinks out of bottles and picks fights when she’s scared. You’re not polished. You’re not soft.

You’re not someone a guy keeps.

You know the things they used to say about you. Easy. Fun. Drama. A good time, not a long time. You’d hit, but don’t date her. Too much.

Maybe it doesn’t matter that Rafe said I love you, part of you thinks this was borrowed time.

The stars are out, but you’re not looking at them.

You’re still sitting on that rickety porch with your knees hugged to your chest, hoodie swallowed around your fists, and your phone screen dimmed black beside you.

It’s been thirty minutes since you hung up. It feels like years.

Now the anger’s gone. You know what you did, throwing a grenade and watching it blow—on purpose. It’s easier to burn it down yourself than wait for him to walk away. You chew at your thumbnail, heart beating slow and sick in your chest, that ugly lump still pressing up against your throat.

You knew you were being mean, pushing him in the other direction by accusing him of shit he didn’t do.

Better he hates you than pities you.

You drag your hands down your face and groan into the empty air, not knowing how to fix this. You’re not the girl who apologizes first, you don’t know how to come back after you say things you can’t take back.

You’re just starting to get up—arms sore, heart heavier than it was when you sat down—when you hear tires skidding on gravel.

You freeze on the porch step.

Headlights blast through the trees, and then—

SLAM.

Rafe doesn’t try to park right. The truck is half sideways in the grass, one tire up on the edge of the road, he barely remembered to throw it in park before yanking the keys out.

He’s already out.

You don’t say anything while he storms up the path, chest rising and falling, his shirt wrinkled, sleeves rolled, and hair messy—he likes to drive with the windows down.

When he gets close enough to see your face—the red eyes, the guilt and fear still holding your expression hostage—he softens.

“You’re not answering me.”

You glance away, shame washing over you.

“Didn’t think there was anything left to say.”

Old habits die hard.

Rafe steps up onto the porch, right into your space. You can smell his cologne, expensive and warm and unmistakably his.

You give him your best sneer. “How very on-brand.”

“Are you serious right now? You blew up my phone, accused me of God knows what, and then ignored me for thirty minutes. I thought maybe something happened—”

“Yeah. Something did.” You stand up, jabbing a finger toward him. “I realized I’m the biggest fucking idiot alive for thinking this was ever gonna work.”

“Don’t you dare.”

You laugh bitterly, trying to fold your arms over your chest, but it’s flimsy armor.

His eyes flick over your face—reading you like a fucking map he already knows by heart.

“Don’t run your mouth and act like none of this means shit.”

“It doesn’t.”

His eyes narrow. “Liar.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Say that shit again.”

You’ve always been good at mean. It’s your mother tongue. 

He scoffs, disbelieving.

“God, you’re so fucking nasty when you’re scared.”

Your first instinct isn’t offense or surprise. You could pretend to be wounded. Bat your lashes, gasp like a princess in a soap opera, but that’s not you, you’re not built from satin and sentiment.

You’re made of spunk and fight. 

Now it’s your turn: “Say that again.”

He exhales through his nose. “You heard me.”

“Yeah, I did. Wanted to make sure you meant it, Country Club.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m in it with you. Whether you believe it or not. Whether you make it as hard as possible or not. Stop acting like you don’t care when I know you do.”

You scoff, tearing your gaze away.  

“Looked real nice standing there with her. She had her hand on your arm, and you let her. You smiled.”

“She walked up,” He throws his hands up, “She put her hand there for two seconds, and the second I stepped away, the fucking photographer was already flashing. I didn’t invite her to drape herself over me like a fucking accessory, alright?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You used to want her to.”

“I used to do a lot of shit that made me want to crawl out of my skin.”

You shake your head, stepping down a stair, praying the distance will dull the hurting. “Doesn’t matter.”

“You know what?” Rafe snaps, stepping after you. “You know what didn’t feel nice? That text. You sent it knowing it would fuck with me.”

“I was being funny.”

“No, you were trying to hurt me first.” His voice sharpens. “Because you saw something that scared you, and instead of calling me, you picked a fight, convinced yourself I’m gonna leave.”

Your silence is confirmation, and he laughs once, exasperated.

“You think I’m gonna run because some Kook Barbie pressed her fucking nails into my arm? Did I look happy?”

You glare at the porch floor, too humiliated to meet his eyes but too stubborn to admit you’re wrong.

“She looked perfect next to you,” You mutter. “And I-I’ve never looked like that.”

Rafe’s whole chest expands on a rough inhale. “Bullshit.”

Your lip twitches. “You don’t have to lie just ‘cause I’m about to cry.”

“I’m not lying.” He steps closer, and now there’s no space between you, “I want you. I’m with you. I love you.”

You remember how his mouth used to curl when you walked into a room. You glance up—and you see none of that. His jaw is flexed, brows drawn, but his eyes are nothing but heartbreak, and it’s you he’s looking at like that. As if you have already been forgiven.

You hate how fast your voice cracks. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

The words hurt him more than the fight did. He moves, hands coming up to frame your face gently, catching your cheeks even as you try to turn away.

His thumbs swipe at the tear tracks, physically hurting him to see them. “I hate that you don’t see it,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

You do, barely.

His forehead drops to yours, breathing you in, whispering against your mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m not.”

You swallow. “I don’t believe you.”

“Tough shit, baby.”

Your throat works around a sob that doesn’t quite come. His hands are holding your face like you’re made of glass, but his grip says you’re not going anywhere, even if you try to fight him on it.

So you do. “You’re annoying as fuck.”

He almost smiles. “I know.”

You snort wetly, and it shatters something between you. He’s still close, touching, and you hate how fast you want to fold into it.

You try one last time. “She probably smelled better than me too.”

“I love how you smell.” His eyes roam your face—eyes red, nose pink, hoodie collar pulled up to your chin. “Sunscreen and salt and that stupid coconut lotion.”

Rafe’s smile comes then, unstrained as he kisses you. You gasp into it, and he uses it as an excuse to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against yours, one hand curling around the back of your neck and the other grabbing your hip, pulling you into him.

He pulls back for air, ducking his head to your height one more time, his voice dropping to a rasp.

“I wake up and want you. I get through shit days and want you. I think about my future, and—you’re there. It’s you.”

A single tear slips down your cheek before you can catch it. You hate how fast he’s wiping it away.

“You’re gonna get tired of me.”

“I’m tired without you.”

You let out a small, broken laugh, and Rafe smiles like it’s a fucking miracle.

“You’re gonna leave.”

“I’m here.”

“And if you change your mind?”

“I already made it up.” He kisses your temple, your cheek. “Stop trying to scare me of.”

You sag into him, pressing your lips together, “I’m sorry I was mean.”

He exhales through his nose; you wait for the reminder that you were cruel, but all he does is press another kiss to your shoulder.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Your throat tightens instantly. “Even when I say shit I don’t mean?”

He nods once, serious. “Even then.”

“That’s fucked.” You bite your lip, breath catching. “I didn’t mean it.”

Rafe cuts in, hands cradling your jaw. “I know.”

You bury your face in his chest, fingers fisting in his shirt, hoping it will stop your heart from beating so hard. His hands rub slow circles up and down your back.

“Country Club,” you say, and it’s usually a nickname you usually spit with venom. This time it sounds sweet.

“Yeah?” he murmurs.

“I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You won’t,” he says. “We won’t. “

Then, without looking up, you mutter, “I was gonna call you a privileged little trust fund reject with a savior complex and no taste in women.”

He laughs, loud this time, bursting out of him. “There she is.”

The porch is dark and quiet and way too far from anyone who would interrupt, and that might be the only reason you let yourself tip your head back and look at him like that—eyes blown wide.

Rafe mouths at your lips, doing what he’d been waiting all fucking night to earn back, groaning into your mouth, hand sliding up the back of your hoodie, palm pressing against the skin at your spine.

His tongue licks into you again, and your knees damn near buckle. He catches you with one hand wrapped around your thigh, dragging your leg up to hook around his. He pins you back against the porch post with his body, hard already, and not shy about it.

“You always run your mouth,” He makes that annoyed teeth-sucking sound against your neck, breath hot. “Always talking shit.”

You can feel Rafe smirk against your skin when you whimper. His teeth graze that spot beneath your jaw, the one he figured out three nights into fucking you, and he doesn’t let up—kisses, bites, and sucks until you’re pressing your hips forward, forgetting what pride is.

“And now?” He rasps. “Still got something to say?”

You tug at his shirt, breathless.

“Get your hand under my hoodie and maybe I will.”

He laughs and obliges, fingers sliding up over your ribs, under the hem of your bra. He cups one breast in his hand, his thumb brushing your nipple until you’re mewing into his mouth again.

He swallows every sound. Your hands are under his dress shirt now, scratching at the small of his back, hips grinding slowly against his.

“Rafe,” you whisper, need soaked into the syllables.

“Yeah, baby,” he breathes, his mouth dragging over your jaw, lips warm and wet. "I know."

You tug at his belt, and he doesn’t stop you, only continues to palm your ass and groans when your hand brushes his zipper. 

Rafe’s breathing is ragged against your mouth, hands still halfway under your hoodie. You roll your hips against him again.

He groans, head tipping back, needing divine intervention.

Your smirk is pure sin. “Problem, Country Club?”

His fingers dig into your waist. “Yeah, you. You’re the fucking problem.”

You giggle, nipping at his bottom lip just enough to make him twitch. “Oh no. Is the trust fund prince gonna lose his self-control on a porch swing?”

He growls this time and presses his hips forward, cock hard against you and very, very aware of the fact that your leg’s still wrapped around him.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“You already look tempted.”

“I’m serious.” His mouth is on your neck again, trailing hot, open kisses down to your collarbone, voice muffled against your skin. “We’re not fucking on your porch. Your neighbors already hate me.”

“That’s because you park like a psychopath.”

“They’ll hate me more when they see me bending you over the railing.”

You whimper before you can stop yourself, and his hands grip tighter, feeling that noise down.

“Baby,” he warns, teeth grazing your throat. “We can’t do it out here.”

Your hand slides between you, palming him through his jeans shamelessly. His breath stutters so hard he chokes.

“Oh, my God,” he hisses, grabbing your wrist, eyes wild. 

You shrug, all innocence, “You sure you don’t want the neighbors to know how well you fuck me?”

“I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you inside if you don’t stop.”

You flash him a grin. “Promise?”

“Fuck. Fine. Inside. Now.”

You don’t try to hide the smug little giggle as he drags you inside by the hand, he’s a man being marched to war—hard, panting, and completely ruined by you.

If fighting gets him this desperate and needy maybe you'll keep doing it.

You love being his problem.

[f1cflcfic]

Won't Say I'm In Love (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) - part xv

pairing: lando norris x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n); past carlos alcaraz x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons and/or events

series: part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv

bonus: one, two, three

July 7-8, 2025

[Excerpt: ATP and WTA Stars Take On "Nearest The Pin Golf" Challenge]

Y/N L/N steps up to the small green and then turns to the camera. "I just want to formally apologise to Lily in advance for messing this up."

The first few balls disappear into the water, but at least she's launching them in the right direction. Some of the other tennis players ironically struggle with even hitting the ball, or keep sending it far away from where it needs to land.

"Ugh, please tell me Casper didn't get this in one go," Y/N references one of the few tennis players that is pretty decent in golf. "I feel like it's almost impossible?"

Then she's asking if she can call a helpline. "It can't be a professional golfer, but it can be someone who thinks they are a professional golfer?" She grins slyly, then proceeds to call Carlos Sainz Jr.

"You know who is going to be so mad? Lando, for calling me instead of him," he can be heard saying in the background, before Y/N shows him the challenge. "I'll make it up to him, don't worry."

With another try, and some additional tips from Carlos, she manages to get the ball to bounce onto the lonely island with the pin on it. "I guess that's the best I'll do. Did I win? What did I win? Eternal glory? I'll take it!"

July 9-11, 2025

[Excerpt: Post-Semi Final Press Conference]

"ESPN here. Of course it's never fun to lose, but is there a part of you that feels relieved perhaps, knowing you can now fully focus on your individual tournaments?"

Jack shifts forward. "I mean there was only one other match to go. I'd have been more than happy to make that sacrifice and see if I could win two titles, instead of just the one."

Y/N nods along. "If we hadn't wanted to take this all the way, we wouldn't have committed to the tournament altogether."

"Hi, I'm with SkySports. Jack, you'll be facing Carlos Alcaraz next in your individual semi-final. Considering Y/N's history with Alcaraz, have you asked her for any tips on how to best handle him?"

There's some huffing in the room, and Jack seems to be slightly lost for words. "I - uh, no. I have not asked her for advice."

"And who will you be rooting for, Y/N?" The interviewer continues, making Y/N all but roll her eyes. "I think you know the answer to that, seems pretty obvious to me. But I'm mostly rooting for us to get better questions."

Another interviewer waves their hand. "Hi, I'm with Tennis News. Y/N, you could be just one step closer to your Season Slam if you manage to win this week. How do you switch between this loss and the next potential victory?"

Y/N smiles at that. "Well, I credit my team for it and my family and friends, first of all. But also, if you really want to be a champion - you have to learn how to take the losses. I think in this sport, but also probably in others, that to be a true professional athlete, it means you need to become good at losing. You can't be precious about them, or too superstitious or anything. Because you'll lose so much more than you'll win across your entire career. So if I couldn't deal with losing, I wouldn't be able to fight for the wins. Or at least, that's what I try to tell myself. I'm not always successful at it, but so far I haven't smashed a racket here," she jokes. "Thanks for the lovely question. More of that please."

A/N: pleased to share i have now caught up with the race weekend and have seen the video of lando walking into a wall, and it will 100% make an appearance in this fic at one point 🙃 next chapter features Lando at the Wimbledon final (obvi) and the aftermath or perhaps afterglow?? who knows?? :) :)

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[coldfanbou]

One off the Bucket List

Silly little smut of these two to conclude Eunha week.

Length 2.1K

Natty X Mreader X Eunha

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Eunha asked, a little unsure about going through the experience.

“100%. It’s something off both of our bucket lists.” Natty replied, the taller woman being a little more self-confident about the entire event. Eunha nodded along. Not convinced that she’d go all the way, Natty grabs the shorter woman’s hand. “This is going to be so much fun! Just think it’ll be a good experience for both of us.” Natty said with a carefree smile. She swung their hands side to side, as she imagined what would happen in the night. “Are you sure you want to?” Natty asked the older woman in her teasing tone. 

Eunha took it as a challenge, a challenge that the older woman wasn’t comfortable lying with her. Whether it was because Eunha thought she would be upstaged, or she was too old, was for Eunha to think of, and she thought about it in terms of age. Eunha thought she was a bit too old to be in a threesome with a younger woman, especially one like Natty who would ravage her partners. Never mind that the age difference between the two women was just five years; it was a worry that she still had. “I want to,” Eunha chirped, not willing to back down. 

“Okay! Then let’s strip down, he’ll be here soon.” Natty said, no hesitation in her voice. Eunha was taken aback at the younger woman’s willingness to strip down in front of her. She watched as Natty, took off her top, revealing her heavy tits. She stared at the enormous mounds, drawing Natty’s attention. “Do you want to touch them, Unnie?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Eunha responds quietly. Natty smiles and pushes her chest out, letting the older woman grab at her breasts. Eunha lifts them, slightly surprised at their weight, before squeezing them gently. “Wow, these are so nice.” 

“Unnie, take off your clothes, I want to see your boobs.” Natty whines. Eunha nods her head hesitantly and lets go of the younger woman’s breasts. She raises her shirt over her head, her comparatively smaller breasts now free. Natty reaches forward and squeezes on in her hand, making Eunha gasp. “They’re so soft, Unnie.” She chirps, happily squeezing and shaking Eunha’s tit, watching it jiggle. 

“L-let’s finish stripping down.” Eunha murmurs, wanting to get back to the task at hand. 

“Ah, right.” Natty slips her hands under her skirt, dropping it with ease as Eunha does the same. Before Natty can make any comment, there’s a knock on the door. Natty goes to answer it, unafraid of someone seeing her. “Ah! You’re here!” She says, dragging you into the hotel room. Eunha immediately covers herself up out of instinct. “He’s here, Unnie!” Natty shouts, her hands scrambling to get rid of your clothing. 

You’re caught off guard by her actions, but let it happen; some customers just couldn’t wait to start.  “Let’s start with her,” Natty whispers into your ear as she gets your shirt off. 

Once your pants were down, you made the first move, going toward the older woman, you kissed her suddenly and placed your hand on the small of her back. Your other hand moves along her side until you reach her chest. Gently, you push her back onto the hotel’s bed. 

Eunha craned her neck and moaned as you grabbed at her modest mounds, your hand gripping them tightly as you pressed your lips to her neck. The older woman forced her eyes shut. She never expected to be the center of attention in this threesome. While you attacked her upper body, Natty was focused on the lower half. “Unnie, you have such a pretty pussy!,” She chirped, Natty’s hand moving along her clean-shaven slit. Eunha whimpered; the pleasure was filling her body. The vulgar words Natty was saying about her body aroused her further. Eunha’s whimpers became louder as she felt Natty’s warm tongue move up her slit, her small tongue flicking Eunha’s clit. 

It sent a shock through the older woman’s body, and a full-bodied moan escaped her lips. “Is this your first time being eaten out?” Natty teased, her moving a slick finger between Eunha’s puffy lips as she waited for her to answer. 

Eunha nodded, “Yes,” 

“That’s two firsts I’m taking then!” Natty said in her cheerful tone before diving back into the older woman’s cunt. Natty didn’t even bother teasing the older woman; she pushed her tongue inside Eunha. 

Eunha squirmed, struggling with the pleasure she felt. She could feel Natty’s tongue move around inside her, while the younger woman held down her legs. Natty’s tongue slithered deep inside her before popping back to the surface, where she would kiss her lips before diving back in. “You’re so tasty, Unnie,” Natty giggled, I could do this all the time. Eunha’s legs tightened in Natty’s arms in response, “I think someone likes that idea.”

“Ah, no,” Eunha whined, unable to argue further as you steal a kiss from her. She moaned into your kiss, they were becoming louder and coming faster as you teased her nipples, your fingers moving back and forth over them quickly. The older woman wasn’t going to hold it together much longer; she could feel her core tightening. Each wave of pleasure that crashed over her was climbing the walls she had around her, threatening to spill out. 

“Cum for us,” you whisper into her ear, smiling as you kiss her cheek and trail your kisses to her chest. She can feel your hot breath on her nipple just before you attach yourself to it. You suck on her tit while your tongue circles her nipple. Eunha whines as she gets pushed over the edge, the stimulation overcoming her; she cries out, her nectar splashing onto Natty’s face. The young woman laps at Eunha’s cunt, coating her tongue in the tangy nectar until Eunha finished cumming. 

Natty pulled back and crawled over the older woman, as you move aside. She pressed her lips against Eunha’s and pushed her tongue inside, exploring her mouth. Eunha accepted the younger woman’s tongue, letting her do as she wished while she tried to catch her breath from the intense orgasm. 

You don’t give her long to rest, though, moving down to her lower half. You rub your cock against Eunha’s sensitive slit, rubbing the tip back and forth between her lips. Eunha begins to whine into Natty’s kiss, squirming under the young woman. “You’ll get your turn first, then I’ll go,” Natty whispers to her, smiling as she plants another kiss on Eunha’s lips. You smile at Natty, playfully smacking her ass. She turns her head and gives you a wink, “We’ll get our turn soon enough.” 

“Just don’t forget about me.” You tell her, before pushing your hips forward. Eunha moans softly as your cock moves into her, spreading her walls apart. You groan from the tightness, Eunha’s walls hold you tightly, rubbing the head of your cock as you push deeper into her cunt. Her warm and slick walls massage you as you pump in and out of Eunha. You push yourself deeper into Eunha, wanting to feel her wrapped around you. 

While you thrust into the older woman, Natty takes her chance to sweet-talk her. Climbing off Eunha’s chest, she lies beside the older woman, stroking her hair and kissing her. “You're so pretty, Eunha. You look like a doll.” The younger woman moved her hand over Eunha's chest, squeezing one of her mounds softly. “You’re a really pretty doll,” she repeats, listening to Eunha moan. You felt Eunha’s velvety walls tighten around you as you thrust. 

You groan, the older woman’s body felt wonderful in your hand s and around your cock. Your grip tightens around Eunha’s waist, your fingers digging into her soft skin. Eunha cries out and wraps her legs around your pushing you deeper into her cunt. Pleasure was overwhelming her, she was getting closer to cumming. All it took to push Eunha over the edge was Natty snaking her hand down her stomach and rubbing her clit. The act made Eunha’s hips buck, and a kiss drowned out the older woman’s moan. She came hard, her nectar splashing onto your cock, and her body twitching as Natty continued to tease her clit.

When her orgasm ended, Eunha’s hips hit the bed again. Natty smiled at the older woman, “That must’ve felt really good.” Natty climbed over the older woman, raising her ass to the sky, her big tits rubbing against Eunha’s modest chest. “It’s my turn now.” The younger woman looks over her shoulder, “Fuck me good,” she giggles.

You pull out of Eunha and push your cock into Natty’s  cunt.  You both moan loudly as you move deeper into Natty’s pussy. Her wall squeezed you well. Natty worked her muscles tightening and relaxing around your cock as you went deeper. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She said with all the pride in the world. Your groan of pleasure was enough for Natty; she didn’t need the praise. She was happy enough with your hands on her hips pulling her back onto your cock. From under the younger woman, Eunha watched the pleasure on Natty’s face, thinking to herself how she must’ve looked like that a moment ago.

Wanting to return the favor to the younger woman, she grabbed one of Natty’s heavy tits and put it into her mouth. Natty gasped as she felt Eunha’s tongue swirling around her nipple. The gentle suction from the older woman was a pleasant surprise. Natty pushed out her chest, letting Eunha do as she wished. Natty cooed as the two sources of pleasure filled her body. Every time your thrust your cock into her cunt she began to moaned louder, you shifted your hand to Natty’s ass, gripping the soft piece of flesh tightly. It made the younger woman moan louder. The clap of your bodies smacking against each other filled the room as Natty’s voice became hoarse. Eunha’s continued sucking on Natty’s tits ramped up as she gently bit the younger woman’s nipples.

The pain shot through Natty; she cried out one more time. Her body was reaching its limit. With your cock ramming into her like a piston, she was about to blow.  Eunha leaned up, getting by the younger woman’s ear, her fingers pinching one of Natty’s nipples. “Cum for us,” the older woman whispered into her ear, twisting the hard nub at the same time. Natty pushes her ass against you, her body shaking as she nears her climax.

You hold onto her tightly, thrusting in and out of her as quick as you can, her slick walls barely holding you as drive your cock deep into her. Natty cums before you do, her whines filling the room. You turn the young woman onto her back and stroke your cock quickly. It throbs quickly as you're about to explode. The women press their faces together, sticking their tongues out and closing their eyes as you cum. 

The thick ropes of semen paint their faces, splattering across their cheeks and tongue. They women can’t help but giggle as warm cum splashes on their faces. They open their eyes once your orgasm ends, and they look up at you, smiling together. Natty is the first to turn her head, smiling at Eunha. She uses her finger to scoop some of your cum from the older woman’s face, eating it hungrily. Eunha mimics Natty’s actions and mannerisms, making both women laugh. You watch the women clean each other, their faces soon clean of your semen. “So, how was it?” 

Eunha blushes as she considers her response. “It felt really good, but it wasn’t fair of you guys to team up on me!” She whines, a smile plastered on her face. “I thought we were going to team up on him!” She continues, shoving the younger woman.

Natty laughs, “I wanted you to feel good, Unnie! Didn’t it feel good?”

Eunha puffs her cheeks out, “It felt a little good.” You and Natty break into a laugh; the older woman's not admitting how good it felt is funny to the two of you.

“So, you’re saying you don’t want to do it again?”

“I-well, I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Eunha responds, a little more embarrassed to be saying it out loud. You and Natty laugh again, each of you placing a hand on her thighs. 

“I’ll take the lead, Unnie,” Natty says, pressing her lips against Eunha’s as the second round of the night starts.

[nanamisbbygirl]

thinking about prof gojo again, thanks to my muse @yunamoona

original post

all you can think about when sitting in the front row is what happened between you and your professor last night. he found you at the bar, and offered to buy him a drink. you were blabbering on and on about how much you were enjoying his course, but in all honesty you only took it because of the reviews about gojo. girls gushed over his charms and good looks. there were event rumours that he went out with students, and the more you sat in his class the more your crush on him began to form.

so when he had you on your knees, sucking his cock like a good student, you were over the moon. your pussy still clenched thinking about it-- how his big arms wrapped around your neck, how his cologne lingered on your cloths, how his blue eyes pierce into your soul.

but there was one think about professor gojo that wasn't on the review sites; he was mean. mean in the way he would cold call you knowing full well he made you loose your voice. his eyes would glitter with amusement, seeing the way your rough, raspy responses barely had enough strength to leave your mouth.

he loved it even more that you had that cute little pout on your face, it was so cute how easily you became flustered. he wondered how you'd melt all over him after class, all he had to do was to tell you to stay afterwards.

"do you know what the textbook was referring to, miss l/n?" that was the fourth time that lecture that he had called on you. the other girls stared at you with jealousy. it was clear you had become the favorite student.

you shook your head, holding your head low, missing the way his lips stretched into a smile. "stay after lecture, it seems as though i have to remind some of you the importance of keeping up with the readings."

this made you heat up even more, and even though there were twenty minutes left of allowed class time, he dismissed everyone-- everyone except for you that is.

gojo sat at the desk chair that was positioned at the front of the lecture hall. he motioned for you to come closer to him. you felt so guilty, as though you'd committed the worst crime.

"i'm sorry" you tried say, but it hurt to talk, and you gently rubbed your throat. but you still felt as though you owed him an explanation, "after i went home i was just so tired, i didn't get a chance to do the readings." it was a deserpate attempt for him to empathize with your case, after all, he was the reason you were up so late.

"if you can't handle it, maybe i should find another student to give the attention to." he said, twirling a pencil around his in between his slender fingers.

you eyes widened, shaking your head feverishly.

"no-" your voice cracked, "i can handle it 'm sorry." you paused again before continuing: "it won't happen again, sir."

"good" he mused, "now come closer."

who were you to not listen to him? as he looked up at you from his chair, his hands found their way to the back of your thighs, making sure you were as close as you be before bringing you into his lap.

"tell me, i know your sweet little voice is all rough and sore, but who did you wear this cute little outfit for?" in one hand he toyed with the hem of your mini skirt, and in the other he began to unbutton the your cardigan, revealing the low cut tank top underneath.

"for you, sir." you told him quiet. he seemed to like this because as you wiggled back into his body, you could feel the warm bulge that was down your throat the night before.

"that's what i thought..." he reached underneath the skirt, placing his thumb against your clothed clit, tracing small circles. "you're very naughty for that, how am i supposed to give my lectures when you let my imagination run wild. i'm dying to know what under this tiny little piece of fabric."

his voice is calm and collected. he knows he's in control of you, and if he wanted to he could have you unraveling on his fingers in minutes. but where's the fun in that?

"do my fingers feel good like this, baby girl?" you nod with excitement.

"will you please put them inside me?" it's so adorable how you think he'll do what you want just because you ask nicely.

"i would, if you hadn't been bad recently. you neglected your readings for my class." he knows this will have you up in arms, protesting with soft bratty whines. and like clock work, you do what brats do best.

"fine." he agrees, "on one condition." you look at him, nibbling your lower lip wondering what it is he wants you to do.

"if you make so much as a peep, i'll stop, and say goodbye me helping you cum, okay pretty? that means no moans or groans, do you think you can manage?"

you nod.

"good, you don't want me getting in any trouble do you?"

you shake your head.

professor gojo pressed your back against his chest, opening your legs and letting them fall over the chair arms. he feels up the damp spot on your pantings, his heart racing at how wet you got just over a little scolding. he can only image how you'd react if he pushed your ass in the air and gave you a good spanking.

it was easy to tell that you were so close to letting out small whimpers, but you still tried collecting yourself, espeically when he reached into your panties to feel your warm, plush gummy walls.

his fingers were so long and big, he was smiling from ear to ear with the way you were throwing your head back, eyes clamped shut. he hits the spots that no one else could possibly reach, curling up his fingers while his palm applied pressure to your needy clit.

"remember what i told you, don't make any noise, your pussy is loud enough." you were flushed with embarrassment as he mentioned the sloppy noises that came from your cunt.

you tried placing your hand over your mouth, but the professor forbid it. you were pressing down your lips as to avoid making a sound. you couldn't risk not getting to finish, espeically with how skillfully gojo was working away at your pussy.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to that long overdue final release, but you couldn't tell him that-- still somehow he seemed to know. he began kissing your neck, nibbiling a little bit at your flesh, hoping to get a reaction out of you.

gojo really was mean, you let out a soft mewl as he bite down on your neck, gasping when you realized what that meant. orgasm ruined. his fingers slipped out of you just as quickly as they slipped in.

"i'm sorry, baby, maybe next time. now we better get going, another class will be using the hall soon." you tried collecting yourself, trying to beg for a second chance, but gojo was adament. he wasn't going to let you just break his one rule.

"don't cry, sweet thing, you'll get another chance. now remember to do your readings." he gave you a little kiss on the forehead, as if that would ease the ache within your core, "i'll see you at next week's lecture, yeah?"

[princesevsnape]

Gryffindor Boys React - They’re jealous of someone else taking you to the Yule Ball

Characters: Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom

Fred Weasley:

He’d hide his jealousy behind that cheeky grin of his

He can’t help but prank your date

He’d probably slip something into your dates drink causing the drink to explode in your dates face

He’d be by your side in an instant if your date oversteps in anyway

During a break in dancing when your date goes to get more drinks Fred is by your side and flirting with you

Telling you how beautiful you look and how much better you deserve

He pulls you onto the dance floor to dance with him whilst your date is occupied

At the end of the night he tells you that you should have gone with him and that in future your his date to any event

George Weasley:

He would definitely pull a prank on your date with the help of Fred

He hides his jealousy behind a smirk

He flirts with you trying to get your attention

He tries to be near you all night and if your date oversteps he immediately is by your side

He asks you for a dance part way through the night so he has an excuse to be close to you smiling when your date gives him a dirty look

He tells you how beautiful you look and how you should be at the ball with him

At the end of the night he tells you that next time he’ll make sure to ask you first that way you don’t have to settle for second best

Ron Weasley:

He sulks the whole evening.

He took someone else to the ball but refuses to dance with her instead spending his time sulking whilst watching you dance and be happy with your date

He’d make snarky remarks about your date to Harry

He regrets not having had the courage to ask you because he’d do anything for you to be on his arm instead

He’s fidgety the whole night hands shoved in his pockets and tapping his foot constantly

When you’re grabbing a drink Ron asks you if you’re having fun trying to see if there’s any idicafion that your date is terrible

Fred and George definitely tease him for sulking and tell him it’s his own fault for not asking you

At the end of the night on your way back to your common room Ron would tell you that you look beautiful but he’d stumble over his words awkwardly

Harry Potter:

His heart sinks when he sees you with your date

He tries to focus on his own date but his eyes keep drifting towards you

He’d be irritated by how much you seem to be enjoying yourself

He wished it was you and him together so bad

He’d blush and tell you awkwardly how lovely you look

He’d gather up the courage to ask you to dance

At the end of the night he’d tell you that he didn’t like seeing you with someone else and he says he hopes next time you’ll be his date

Oliver Wood:

His jaw clenches when he sees you with your date

To try and distract himself he brags about Gryffindor’s latest Quidditch win trying to be loud enough for you to hear him

He keeps sending glances your way hoping you’ll notice him

When your date goes to get drinks Oliver is at your side telling you how amazing you look

He’d also ask you for a dance

After the dance you’d find a note in the pocket of your school robes when you get back to your dorm telling you that next time you should go with him

Neville Longbottom:

He nervously fidgets like fumbling with his dress robes as his heart sinks watching you with your date

He’s disappointed in himself for being to shy to ask you to be his date

He keeps stealing glances your way

During a break he asks you if you’re doing ok and if your date is treating you alright

He’d nervously tell you that you look incredible stumbling over his words and blushing bright red as he does so

You find a small flower in your dorm at the end of the night with a note saying “I wish I had the courage to have asked you to the ball”

[jeyramarie]

The recruit- Yelena Belova x reader (Season 2 Part 3)

summary: when they thought it couldn’t get more crazy, Congressman Barnes shows up.

w.c: 3,862

warnings: angst, mentions of gun

a/n: my apologies for this part coming out later than anticipated. the clinic i work at has been… tough this week 🤡 but anyway, without further ado, lmk if you wanna be tagged and happy reading 🤍

part 1~ part 2

Previously on the recruit..

The honking continued, getting louder and louder until the limo stopped right in front of them. A tall man got out of the car, waving his hands in the air. 

“Yelena!” He shouted. “It’s dad! Don’t go into the vault! Valentina is going to burn you alive!” 

John and Ava slowly turned their head towards her while Y/n kept her eyes on the man. 

“Alexei?” 

“Y/n?” Alexei spoke in surprise, watching the widow walking towards him. 

He wrapped his arms around her, placing his hand behind her head for support. Alexei was almost fond of the y/h/c. Ever since he met her, he always felt a need to protect. The Russian never pinpointed the exact reason, but he always tried checking in on her from afar. Just like he did with Yelena all this time. 

“So good to see you.” He smiled, parting from the hug. 

“You too.” Y/n smiled. “How’s Melina?” 

“Oh no, that’s-”

“Can you guys catch up later?” John interrupted, rolling his eyes. “We need to get going.” 

Alexei raised his hands in surrender, walking backwards towards the driver seat. Yelena walked to the back, holding the door open for the y/h/c who pecked her lips before climbing inside. The blonde got in the front seat as Y/n moved next to Ava, right behind Alexei. 

“So I was able to catch up with Miss Fontaine to fancy event, I thought it would be good for networking, you know?” He started, turning to look at Yelena for a quick second. “But as soon as I overheard the coordinates of the vault, I rush back home, get this tactical beast, then I drive straight here. Oh, America is so big. Have you ever drive through Oklahoma? It’s so fast. Oh, forgot to tell you, don’t drink from the Big Gulp back there.”

“Ew.” Y/n muttered, staring at the cup in disgust, quickly moving her eyes to the blonde. 

“Alexei, have you slept?” Yelena asked, turning to face him. 

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead!” He shouted. 

“I’d like not to die today, so maybe someone else should drive?” Walker suggested.

“Yeah, I can drive.” Y/n added, nodding her head. 

“Mr. Walker, second coming of Captain America.” Alexie smiled, staring at the agent through the rearview mirror, completely ignoring the widow behind him. “You and I have much in common, you know? I, too, was a state-sponsored super soldier in Russia.”

“But also very different because Walker actually knows what he’s doing.” Yelena commented, staring out the window. 

“Ghost, ah, what a magician.” Alexei continued. “You disappear, you reappear. When you reappear, does sometimes things not pop up in right places?” 

“Oh, I find it best just to ignore him sometimes!”Yelena shouted to the back. 

“What impressive friends you’ve gathered.” 

“We are not friends, Alexei.” The blonde replied bitterly. 

“No, we’re disposable delinquents.” Ava said, throwing her arm over the back of the seat. 

“Whatever you are, the light inside you is brighter, you know?” 

“That was very nice, Alexei, thank you.” Y/n smiled, patting his shoulder. 

“How bout this?” He continued. “You are team of scrappy anti-heroes.”

“Yeah, right.” John scoffed. “Go Thunderbolts!” 

“What? Yelena.” The Russian smiled, staring at his daughter. “You named them after your peewee soccer team?”

“Oh my god.” The blonde muttered in embarrassment. 

“The West Chesapeake Valley Thunderbolts, sponsored by Dimitri’s Elite Industrial Lighting and Electronics.”

“No, no.” Yelena shook her head, speaking over Alexei.

“Never won a game, Yelena had so much fun. There was a girl who pooped during a game, it was crazy.” 

“It was sponsored by Shane Tire Shop.” 

“Shane?” Alexei squinted his eyes. “What are you talking about, Shane?” 

“Yes, it was.” The blonde nodded, staring at her father with concern. “You really need to sleep.” 

“What about this Bob you mentioned? What’s the plan? Where am I driving?” 

“It’s not like that.” Yelena shook her head. “We need to escape and we need to hide.”

“Yeah, it’s much smarter for us to split up, there’s an airfield not far from here.” John shrugged. “We’ll just disappear from there.” 

“Split up? No, no, no.” Alexei commented, sounding almost disappointed. “You may not see what I see but I have been around long time.”

“Yeah, no shit.” The agent muttered. 

“This is the making of a team.” He started, lifting his fist. “That can raise to glory. A team that can bring light to darkness.” 

“That’s nice, Alexei, but I really doubt they wanna be a team.” Y/n commented, leaning closer to him. 

“A team of heroes that can be on the weakest spots.” He continued, completely ignoring the y/h/c.

“No, no, this is not a marketing opportunity, okay?” Yelena replied, raising her voice, feeling annoyed by her father. “Valentina is hunting us and we cannot win, do you understand?” 

“Baby, maybe tone it down a bit?” Y/n muttered. 

“Why?” She whispered, looking back at the y/h/c. 

“I do, you don’t.” Alexei argued back, raising his voice. “You said that Valentina was going to use the power of this Sentry Project to take over and get us killed.”

“Yes, yes.” The blonde replies as Y/n turns her head to look at Ava and John, who seemed uninterested in the conversation. 

“You need to stand up to her, you and your team-” The Russian continued but was quickly interrupted by John.

“Uh, you got a convoy approaching fast, step on it.” 

“Aye, aye, Captain.” Alexei grunted, pushing his foot in the accelerator. 

“Is that it?” Ava questioned, noticing the slight change of speed of the limousine. 

“Can this go any faster?” Y/n asked, leaning into the window seal that led to the passenger seats. 

“Takes a second.” He muttered, hitting the steering wheel. 

“Alexei!” Yelena shouted, watching as the numbers on the dashboard only went up every 4 seconds. 

“They’re getting closer.” Y/n announced after moving next to John, wanting to stay vigilant of the trucks. “Oh no, they have machine guns.”

Bullets began hitting the metal of the vehicle, causing the back passengers to duck before lifting their heads from time to time to stare out the window. The military trucks got faster, leaving dust and bullet casings on the way. 

“Alexei!” John called out, ducking once again as the shots kept coming. 

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, she’s bullet proof.” He waved his hand. “Changing defensive measures.”

The Russian opened a small compartment under the radio, revealing a few buttons and switches. For a second, Yelena actually felt hopeful. For a second, she trusted that Alexei was gonna help get them out. Just like that mission in Ohio, right before she joined the Red Room. The bearded man pushed up a switch causing disco lights to turn on in the back of the limo. The song “Pony” blasted on the speakers, causing all three of them to look at him in question as Yelena sank in her seat in embarassment. 

“What kind of people do you drive, Alexei?” Y/n asked in disgust before peeking over the back seat to hear the gunshots again. 

The bullets hit the car rapidly, causing the back window to shatter as John placed his shield immediately. 

“What happened to bulletproof?!” The agent shouted, pressing the shield harder against the seat cushion. 

“Bullterproof-ish.” Alexei replied in panic. 

“Jesus Christ!” The blonde shouted. 

Gunshtos continued to attack the car, as John continued to shield the back window, restraining the bullets from coming inside. Y/n sat on the ground of the limousine, silently praying for a bullet to not catch her this time. Like she told Bob, it wasn’t the first time she was shot but considering the circumstances they were in and the lack of medical accessibility, getting shot was not an option. 

“Time to bring out the bottle service.” Alexei said, moving his hand on his shoulde.” Come on, Ghost, give me the good stuff.”

“Not very inappropriate!” Ava shouted in doubt.”

“Vodka!” The Russian shouted. “Vodka now!”

The brunette hands him the bottle and he immediately takes off the cap. Alexei takes a sip before shoving a piece of cloth inside. He lit it on fire, throwing it out the window for all of them to watch the bottle crash onto one of the trucks. They all felt a glimpse of hope as they watched the front start catching fire before it extinguish immediately. 

“Give me a break!” Walker shouted, covering them with his shield again. 

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” Ava announced before putting her helmet on again. 

“Where are you going?” Y/n asked, watching as she disappeared from the seat before appearing on top of the trunk. 

A loud screeching sound erupted from the trucks, causing Ava to press her hands over her mask. John grabbed her suit and pulled her into the limosine, before covering them from the bullets. Y/n reached for the brunette as she agonized, covering her ears. The y/h/c looked behind her to see the blonde pushing her body through the door to sit on it, taking out her gun in one swift motion. 

“Yelena!” She shouted, hurrying towards the front seat opening. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

A loud explosion came up behind them, causing all of them to turn to see each truck come into blazing fire. Alexei looked through the rear view mirror as the rest looked out the back to see a man riding a motorcycle. He held a gun on his left arm, dricing closer to the limousine. 

“Is that Bucky?” John spoke in disbelief. 

“Oh, oh, Winter Soldier.” Alexei spoke proudly. 

Bucky released the wire of the last truck, before stopping his bike to get off. He grabbed the wire, wrapping it around his wrist to push it to the ground, causing the truck to flip over. 

“Now that’s what I talk about!” The russian shouted with his fist in the air in victory. 

John shouted in emotion along with Ava who slapped the seat in celebration. It was then that Bucky lifted his gun again, shooting something that landed on the trunk of the limousine. The object started beeping rapidly, causing all of them to stare in fear. 

The device exploded, causing the limousine to lift up by the trunk before falling on its hood. John grunted as he lifted his head, looking around to see Ava crawling towards the broken window. They stepped outside and were immediately targeted by Bucky while Yelena began to open her eyes. The blonde felt confused, quickly remembering the y/h/c that laid a bit far from her. 

“Y/n.” She muttered as Alexei woke up as well, looking to the side to his daughter crawling to the back. 

Yelena reached Y/n, placing one hand on her chest while the other moved the hairs away from her face. Fear erupted in her mind, feeling as her chest began to close up. 

“Y/n, come on.” She muttered, rubbing her thumb over the widow’s cheek. 

“Is she okay?” Alexei asked, turning to look at them. 

“I don’t know, she’s not waking up.” Yelena’s voice broke as she shook Y/n’s shoulders. “Baby, come on, open your eyes.” 

After a few seconds, the y/h/c finally opened her eyes, immediately meeting the soft green orbs that always seem to bring her down to Earth. She took a deep breath, taking in her surroundings as the blonde kept pushing her hair back. 

“We have to crawl out of here.” Yelena said, grabbing the widow’s hand to pull her on her hands and knees. 

“Everytime I seem to feel okay, there’s always another freaking accident.” Y/n groaned in pain before looking up. “Anything else you got for me, God?” 

“I’m sure God has got you covered if you’re still breathing.” Yelena chuckled, crawling out the window before turning to help the y/h/c crawl out. “There we go, careful with the glass.”

Y/n held Yelena’s hands, standing on her feet as she caught her breath. She looked over the blonde’s shoulder to see everyone tied up, sitting on the ground with Bucky standing next to them, pointing a gun at them. Yelena turned around, lifting her hand towards him to release the widow bites when Y/n grabbed her arm, lowering it slowly. 

“Hi, Bucky.” She spoke, causing the blonde to stare in question. “Or should I say Congressman?” 

“How have you been?” He asked with a chuckle as the widow smiled. 

“I’ve been good.” 

“What the hell is happening?” Yelena questioned turning to Y/n. “How do you know him?” 

“I worked with him before Valentina recruited me.” 

“She helped me with all the tech stuff at the Avengers Compound.” Bucky replied, nodding his head with an awkward smile. 

“Okay, so, why are you here?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry I have to do this.”

“Do what-” Y/n began and was quickly cut off by a taser divide thrown at her. 

Her body convulsed rapidly as she lost all her ability to move, making her fall to the ground. Yelena attempted to fight but was quickly hit with the taser as well, falling on her knees. The blonde tried to reach out to the y/h/c but her arm was pulled back by Bucky, who placed electric handcuffs on her. 

A few minutes later they all sat in the garage of an abandoned gas station. Ava and Alexei sat next to each other while John, Y/n and Yelena sat across from them. Their restraints had been upgraded to metal wires and zipties, allowing Bucky to freely stand against the wall. He stared in deep thought, wondering why Valentina had recruited these kinds of people. Especially someone like Y/n, who to him, always had great potential. 

“No, no, no!” Alexei exclaimed. “Just when I’m getting my team together. Mister Soldier, you are making terrible mistake.”

“Save it for the committee.” He replied bitterly. 

“What committee?” Yelena asked, turning her head towards him. 

“All of you are evidence in the impeachment trial against Valentina.”

“We don’t even work for Valentina anymore.” Y/n rolled her eyes, scooching closer to Yelena. 

“She tried to kill us.” Ava chimed in, leaning forward to meet Bucky’s eyes. 

“We were ordered to destroy all of her secrets.” John added, shaking his head. “Actually, she sent us to kill each other in this vault.” 

“But then we met Bob.” Y/n shrugged.

“There was a man in the vault.” Yelena spoke, looking at the Congressman. “She’s done something to him, it’s called Project Sentry.” 

“He shot up into the sky, he exploded and then he crashed into this mountain and then he died, didn’t die-”

“Yes, I got it.” Bucky spat, cutting Ava’s explanation. “He’s very, very scary.”

“Congressman Barnes.” John called out. 

“Alright, Walker.” He replied, walking behind Alexei and Ava to stand in front of the agent. 

The atmosphere shifted immediately. Whatever it was that these two men had, there was strong tension. Violent tension. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means you know me, Bucky.” John stared with sincere eyes. “So cut the shit and listen to what we’re trying to tell you.” 

“Yeah, I know you, John.” Bucky spat, placing his hands on his hips. “And you made your choices. I know it’s been hard since Olivia left and took your kid, but still, this is on you.” 

“Barnes, that’s enough.” Y/n spoke, breaking the silence as she followed him with her eyes, returning to where he stood earlier. “There’s no need for you to speak about private things right no-”

“What? You’re defending him now?” 

“I’m just saying that talking about John’s… situation, it’s not something you can just blurt out.” Y/n argued, staring at the agent with apologetic eyes. 

“You know, Y/n, you’ve always been too nice for this line of work.” Bucky shook his head. “Bucky, there won’t be any committee left.” Ava spoke, changing the topic as she noticed the change in the energy of the room. “Okay? There might not even be a government, she has big-”

“Threads, yes, I got it, named Bob or Sentry, who flies, right?” Bucky spoke, feeling annoyed. “And you’re all heroes going after Val, ready to save the day.”

“We weren’t gonna go after her together.” John muttered in defeat. 

“We were just trying to get home alive, actually.” Yelena shrugged.

“That’s even more pathetic.” The Winter Soldier shouted, turning around to face the window.

Alexei muttered something in Russian causing the blonde to shush him. Bucky’s phone ran, he picked it up almost immediately. He spoke in a hush tone, as Y/n leaned over to speak into Yelena’s ear. 

“Are we really gonna testify against Valentina?” She whispered.

“I hope not, I just want to go home with you.” The blonde replied with a soft smile. 

Y/n leaned forward, connecting their lips in a quick peck before Bucky’s voice burst their small love bubble. 

“Bob?” He questioned, turning to them. 

“Bob!” They all exclaimed, nodding their heads. 

He remained quiet, furrowing his brows as he listened to the other person on the line. They all stared at each other in question, wondering if he wanted for one of them to speak or to just stay quiet. He finally hung up, looking up at them, quiet. 

“It’s bad, Bucky.” Yelena spoke. 

He walked behind Alexei, ripping away his handcuffs before moving to Ava. 

“What are you doing?” She asked in fear. 

“I’m letting you go.” He grunted, moving over to John’s side. “You’re coming with me.” 

“Why?”

“Shh, for the glory.” Alexei whispered. 

“Well you know Valentina, she's got this thing out there, people are gonna get hurt.” He groaned, cutting off Y/n and Yelena’s restraints. “And I gotta stop and her and you are gonna help me.”

“Wait, us?” Yelena asked in disbelief. 

“Why? You got some place to be?” 

“Bucky, you have the wrong people.” The blonde shook her head. 

“Look, I’ve been where you are, you can run but it doesn’t go away.” Bucky sighed. “Sooner or later, it’s gonna catch up to you and when it does, it’s too late. See, you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever.” 

“Stop Val and save Bob.” Yelena spoke, breaking the silence before looking up at herdad who stared proudly. 

“I’m in.” Y/n smiled as John and Ava agreed before they all turned to the Russian. 

“Yes!” He shouted. “Yes!” 

They all stood up, following Bucky towards a storage truck. Alexei climbed in the passenger seat as John, Ava, Yelena and Y/n sat on the back. The truck was empty, perfect for a decoy car to be hidden in sight. The blonde grabbed the y/h/c’s hand, squeezing it before lifting it to kiss her knuckles. 

“Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.” Yelena asked, as Y/n leaned against the wall before turning to look at her. 

“Just thinking about what Bucky said earlier.” She bit her cheek from the inside. “How I was too nice for this line of work… He told me that, my frst day at the compound. Everyone rejected me, no one wanted to work with me but I was always there helping them… even if they were mean to me.” 

“That says more about you than them.” The blonde smiled, tightening her grip on her hand. “When we first met, you were always so nice to me and I was clearly a bitch because I hated working with partners… and yet, there you were always looking out for me.”

“I’ll always look out for you, I love you.” 

“I know, I love you too.” Yelena smiled, leaning in to connect their lips in a soft kiss. 

She lifted her free hand, cupping the y/h/c’s cheek, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. Their lips fit together as if they belonged with each other. They were so in trance, that none of them heard John calling out for them. 

“Yelena.” He spoke, looking at Ava in disgust before turning to the couple. “Y/n.” 

They broke apart in awe with one another before Yelena threw John a death stare, causing him to shift in place. 

“What were you talking about?” Y/n asked, shifting closer to Yelena to wrap their arms together. 

“The weapons we carry.” Ava replied, leaning forward. 

“Oh well, I have these little widow, tzz tzz, zappy things.” Yelena spoke, lifting her right wrist, before taking out her gun. “I have this .19.”

“.45.” John said, showing his gun, smoothly realizing the bellet barrel. “The long barrel.” 

“Oh wow.” Ava nodded her head, not feeling amused. “It’s big.”

“It’s long.” Yelena added, causing Y/n to chuckle under breath. “What about your hat?”

“My hat? You mean my helmet?” 

“Whatever you wanna call it.” The blonde shrugged without a care. 

John and Yelena kept going back and forth over the appearance of the helmet as Y/n began to notice that the drive was getting a bit longer than expected. 

“Are we actually going to the Avengers tower? Is it even still the Avengers tower?” She squinted her eyes, looking at the rest of the group in question. 

“Yes and I don’t know.” Ava replied before shouting. “Are we there yet?!”

“Almost!” Bucky and Alexei shouted back as they stayed sitting down. 

Suddenly the van’s movement caused them to jerk to the side before quickly recovering. They all stood up and prepared their weapons to execute Bucky’s plan. Or what they thought was a plan. Gunshots were heard from inside the truck, queuing John to open the door upward. They piled out, finding one person to fight against. 

A guard launched at Y/n, causing her to duck, swinging her knife acrodd his abdomen. The man fell immediatly as another one came running towards her. She grabbed her wrist, stepped on his foot, watching as he released the gun. The y/h/c caught it in mid air, pointing it over her shoulder to shoot, where it landed on his neck. Out of nowhere, a strong arm came around her neck as she felt the hard barrel of the gun against her back. She elbowed the man’s ribs and took the opportunity to knee him in the abdomen before grabbing her knife once again to stab it into the back of his neck. Y/n ripped away the knife and turned to Yelena when-

BEEP

“Jesus, you guys, we literally just put that drywall in.” Valentina spoke through the speaker. “I left the door unlocked for you, come up.” 

They all stared at each other in confusion. She left the door “unlocked” so she was waiting for them. Valentina knew they were coming. Bucky walked towards the elevator first, pushing the button as the rest of the team walked closer to him. Yelena grabbed Y/n’s hand, intertwining their fingers together, silently reassuring each other that they were okay. The doors opened with a small ding, making them all pile into it. The y/h/c looked at the blonde, giving her hand a small squeeze before looking forward at the door. Y/n couldn't pinpoint the reason at the moment, she couldn’t tell her girlfriend, considering how crowded the elevator was. But a little voice inside her head told her that something was wrong, something was going to happen. She just hoped it didn’t have to do with Bob.

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[eriace]

valid crash out ; reo mikage

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which, in the midst of a very loud, very teary drunken rant one late night, she accidentally reveals just how neglected she feels in their relationship— and reo finally realizes he’s been treating nagi like a soulmate and her like a second-string. ↷ reo mikage ; blue lock

↳ an order of americano from @sailorstar9 in the comeback cafe event !

IT STARTED WITH wine.

Two glasses. Then three. Then… well. She wasn’t counting anymore. Just swaying gently in the middle of Reo’s million-dollar kitchen in his too-big designer hoodie, hair slightly messy and heart very full of feelings.

Reo came back from his late-night gym run to find her sitting on the marble countertop, clutching a bottle of Moscato and sniffling dramatically.

“You good?” he asked, stepping in cautiously.

She sniffled louder. Then pointed at him with an accusatory finger.

“You... like Nagi more than me.”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“I said—” she hiccupped, “you like Nagi more than me!”

Reo froze.

“…Babe, are you drunk?”

She slid off the counter and pointed at him again, but this time her eyes welled up.

“You always hang out with him! You text him first! You play games with him and forget about our movie nights! You made him pasta last week—PASTA, REO—my favorite pasta! And you didn’t even invite me!”

She was full-on crying now.

“You made the sauce from scratch…”

Reo’s mouth fell open.

“That’s what this is about?”

She gasped, hand slapping her chest dramatically.

“It’s not just about the sauce, you rich idiot! It’s about you! And me! And how you love him more than you love me!”

She wobbled ungracefully toward the fridge and grabbed a bottle of sparkling water like it offended her.

“He gets the real Reo. The soft, funny, sparkly Reo. I get, like… the business casual boyfriend version!”

Reo opened his mouth. Closed it.

And then, slowly, really looked at her.

Red nose. Teary eyes. Wearing his hoodie. No makeup. Absolutely beautiful. Absolutely heartbroken.

His heart did something weird.

Something guilty.

Because… she wasn’t wrong.

He had been prioritizing Nagi. Out of habit. Out of years of codependence. Out of fear that his best friend would feel replaced.

But in doing that… he’d made her feel like an afterthought.

His girlfriend. The girl who showed up and loved him fiercely and made him soup when he was sick. Who remembered his favorite shampoo. Who painted his nails for fun and bought the weird expensive candles he liked.

And here she was. Crying in his kitchen.

Over him.

Over how much she loved him.

He crossed the room in three long strides and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

She sniffled into his hoodie.

“I’m not mad,” she mumbled. “I just love you so much and it sucks to feel like I’m last place…”

He kissed the top of her head.

“You’re not. I’m an idiot.”

“You are.”

“But I’m your idiot,” he whispered.

She looked up, eyes glossy.

“Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“More than Nagi?”

He smirked. “Yes. But don’t tell him that. He’ll cry.”

She let out a snotty laugh and punched his chest weakly.

“I’m serious, Reo!”

He cupped her face gently. Thumb brushed under her eye.

“So am I. You come first. Starting now. Movie nights, your pasta, your favorite stupid reality show—hell, I’ll even delete Clash Royale if it makes you feel better.”

She gasped. “That’s love.”

He grinned and kissed her. Slow. Soft. Steady.

And when she melted into it, clutching his hoodie like it was her lifeline, he whispered against her lips:

“No more second place. You’re it for me.”

The next morning, she woke up with a headache, a faint memory of crying about pasta, and Reo curled beside her with a note taped to her forehead.

“Movie night at 7. I’m making the sauce from scratch. Love you more than Nagi—permanently confirmed. 💜 – Your idiot”

She smiled so hard it hurt.

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[dimlylittorch]

More Logan with a golden retriever boyfriend while he is black cat coded :3

My Masterlist🌱

Logan Howlett x sweetheart!transmasc!reader

part 1 // part 2

If there was one thing he learned about dogs, it was that you had to keep them on a leash. He couldn’t take you anywhere in public without always holding onto your hand, hooking his arm in your own, or keeping his arm around your waist. You would literally wander off.

And you wouldn’t even realize it- he’d lose sight of you and immediately start to panic internally. A few seconds later he finds you somewhere, completely oblivious to his worry. Looking up at him with a wide smile, holding up something you found. “This shirt would look cute on you!” You beam, metaphorical tail wagging.

He just sighs, taking the shirt from you and setting it down, pulling you into his arms and holding you for a few moments. Arms around your neck, keeping you smushed against him while he sets his chin on your head. “Don’t run off again.” He grumbles faintly.

Logan being very versatile and able to adapt in different situations, meanwhile you tend to struggle in new and unfamiliar environments. You try your best to keep a smile on your lips, but he always notices how your body shrinks slightly, or how your eyes weren’t as bright.

He learns pretty early on that things work out best if he lets you adjust to new spaces slowly, taking in all of the new sights and sounds on your own terms. Will take you to a new restaurant during non-peak hours, get you to events an hour or two early, and will always offer to drive when you’re in an unfamiliar area.

You loved driving. So many cool things to look at and it was fun to basically play Mario kart in real life. Logan would always smile to himself whenever he heard you say ‘Cow!’ excitedly when you passed by a farm- or when you quickly tapped him, pointing to a pasture and grinning about the horses.

And as much as you loved driving, it was just as nice when Logan wanted to drive. You got to curl up in the passenger seat, playing games on your phone or reading a book. Sometimes you’d get to just stare out the window and watch all of the world go by. Logan wasn’t much of a talker during drives, which was perfect for you. There was too much going on to be able to focus on conversation.

One time during a really long drive Logan told you to lay down in the back seat, get some sleep. He constantly checked on you through the rear view mirror, driving extra carefully to make sure he didn’t wake you up. Smiles to himself when he sees you using his jacket as a blanket and his bag as a pillow, curled up as much as you could be in the small space.

When Logan slept, he slept hard. You were a little more of a light sleeper, more easily startled by noises and whatnot. Sometimes the two of you would fall asleep on the couch together, and if someone knocked on the door you would immediately jolt awake, body on edge from the noise. Logan would yawn tiredly, his eyes opening as he sees you staring at the door, trying to determine if the person would just leave or not. He ruffles your hair comfortingly before getting up to answer it, knowing you could be nervous around strangers. “I’ll get it, bub. Just lay back down.” He’d murmur groggily.

Logan was very much the type to sit back and relax when a package got delivered, not paying any mind to it. You on the other hand would wait at the door for the mailman to leave before you could quickly go outside, grabbing the box and bringing it in. You always inspected the box, grabbing scissors and opening it excitedly. Logan let packages stack up by the door until he literally had to bring them in.

Now, while he wasn’t a very outdoorsy person, he would do it for you. “Can we go to the zoo? Pretty please?” You’d ask sweetly, a wide smile on your lips. You knew just how to manipulate him with your puppy dog eyes, always making Logan sigh in defeat. “Fine. But I am not riding the stupid little train that goes around the place.” He’d grumble. Skip to three hours later and Logan has his arm around your shoulders, sunglasses on as he sits at the caboose of the kiddy train, watching you excitedly point to all of the different animals you had just seen hours ago.

In the beginning of your relationship, Logan was still holding onto his tendencies to go out to bars at night, drinking until he got tired of it. He never thought much of it. That was until he got home one night to your place, walking in the door with a tired sigh, setting his keys aside. It was maybe 3am by this point, and he was sure you’d be cozied up in bed and he’d gladly join you.

When he walked into the living area he found you sitting awake on the couch, trying not to fall asleep. Waiting for him to come home. His poor baby was exhausted, but you didn’t want to go to bed without him. “I thought you might need me to come get you.” You explained tiredly, and he felt his heart break a little. He quickly scooped you up, bringing you to bed and making sure you got the sleep you needed. Needless to say, he never stayed out that late again.

thanks for reading!! notes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :3

[yourfavvvintj]

200 follower event (closes june 15th)

intro post here!

oh my god. i just hit 200 followers and i'm slightly in shock. thank you so so much to everyone! it's been just five weeks since i hit 100 so this is completely insane. i appreciate you guys more than words can say <3

i'm going to be doing an ask me anything event to celebrate! send in whatever you questions you have and i'll answer completely honestly (unless they're inappropriate or too private). anon is fine too!

you can ask random questions, my opinions, for me to guess things about you, advice, basically whatever you like! have fun!!!!

tagging my main/active moots here!

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[lastplanetart]

Platonic Heros - Round 3 Submission

“Everyone sees us as two separate mob bosses but actually we’re long time friends who respect each other's territory and business deals. We’re basically one entity who shares allies and enemies.”

More info below!!!

💫 A little more info…

hihi everyone!!! this post was made for the final round of @mcyt-platonic-heros ‘s event! It has been wonderful working with everyone that I have, and so much fun interacting with everyone in the event, participants and mods alike!

this round was a fun one! with that amazing @amphibianauthor as a teammate (keep your eyes peeled on their ao3 🤭). theyre writing a piece to accompany the art piece and prompt!

this piece feature 3 different renditions of the same duo… pearl and joel (pearlescentmoon and smallishbeans respectively). the first being in joel’s we-don’t-talk-about-it club, where he bests her there. the second being them sat atop and surrounded by purpur, in reference to the purpur feud thats recently ended. and the final being in pearl’s ballroom, where she bests him.

its been so fun to draw them!

🪐 Statistics? Maybe?

Program used: Procreate

Time taken: 8 Hours

What I watched: Doctor Who, Repo streams/VODS, HC10 videos.

Tears spent: only a few.

✨🌕 Last Planet… Out

[plant-sys-1]

Answering all of there right now >:D

🎉 I became plural about 2 years ago, when I created my first tulpa - Vlad. Back then I didn't knew much about endogenic and/or traumagenic systems, so I didn't even consider ourselves plural. Then, I started educating myself more, when I created Theo (my 2nd tulpa) and got to know what even a system is. In January/February 2025 i started creating headmates, who are not tulpas.

💯 currently, there are like 50~ of us. 4 of our members were not created willingly.

🧠 I created the tulpas, so I become less lonely. Theo later on agreed to be my (agere) caregiver. When I started creating non-tulpa headmates, my top reasons were: a) to cope with trauma b) to cope with my problems other than trauma c) to not to be lonely

💭 we have a few headspaces, some of them are built by me (Alex), some by other members. Example of one of them would be a playground in the forest.

🌅 it's mostly me (Alex), who creates other members. As I mentioned before, Vlad was the first one here.

⚖️ There is some power imbalance, eg. some of us are fronting/interacting less, but that's not because of their origins, neither sources.

🦄 we are a mixed-origin system, most of us are created willingly (parotraumagenic, willogenic, tulpagenic), currently 4 of us were created non-willingly (catharigenic), some of us are from our dreams (dreagenic) and some form from our kintypes (kingenic).

🏇 we plan on to encourage our headmates to talk to people more irl. Right now, we are afraid of doing this and do it as least as possible. We're a proxy system (the host fronts most of the time and the others front rarely), so the others kinda "get away" with talking to people. But still, we need to be more open.

🧬 some of our willowmates are more developed, some less. And fun fact: in our case it's not about the amount of time that the member is in our system! Some of our willowmates were more confident and sure about their personality, sexuality, traits, ect. even a few days after being created. And some are still forming, after a longer period of time.

🎭 yes, some members have a totally different tone of voice than we usually have. Also when someome else is fronting, the body even walks in a different way.

🕯️ it doesn't affect our life as much as the others may imagine, because of being a proxy system. But being a system overall is a positive experience for us most of the time. We do have some struggles tho

🗣️ we mostly communicate in 2 ways: in thoughts or in our private discord server. We sometimes see and talk to eachother in headspace(s). Our members communicate most often with members from the same source, but they sometimes talk to others as well.

📚 when I create the willowmates (because I, Alex, do it most often) I:

a) made a special category of channels for newer members in our server, which helps them with self-discovery, and tell them how "it all" works.

b) just simply talk to them and try to nicely introduce them to the rest of the system.

c) try to help them find out more about them (sexuality, gender, name, hobbies, ect.)

🎨 We are mostly different from my myself, but we have some collective traits (like being able to draw or being nebularomantic).

🌈 As I mentioned before, we're a proxy system, so I (Alex, the host) front the most.

🕵️ we are actually planning making our own vocabulary since a few days, and we are probably going to post it soon >:}

😡 we "came out" only to my parents, so not irl. They kind of accept that, idk. On the internet - not directly to me, but I've seen many horrible anti-endo posts, before blocking some tags.

📋 some of us have those "pieces" of memories, which are in some cases clear, in some not. A few of us (2-4, can't tell rn) have some traumatic/unpleasant events.

👨‍👦we have 2 littles/syskids, and one age regressor (who is me). One of them fronts pretty often (in our case often doesn't mean actually often lol) and he is clearly enjoying his presence :>

📺 many of us are fictives, one of us is a factive (although it's not entirely a factive).

🍝 I think that our headmates being created doesn't really affect our system that much. I mean, they don't treat me like some sort of god XP

🌠 honestly, now it's not the worse time. And these 2 years ago, when I created Vlad, was the best time for me to understand the whole concept of tulpas.

🧱 we generally have a very bad memory, even some holes in it, and idk if it depends on being a system or not...

🛸 yes, my parents kind of know. But they know that "well, I created some personalities that are taking control over me sometimes and yeah, there's about 50 of them". I didn't use the vocabulary that describes our system better, like the names of our origins, because they wouldn't understand.

🧁 I'll give you a made-up dialogue that I came up with (it DIDN'T happen irl):

X: just don't be controversial on the internet, ok?

Me: but my personalities are controversial!

X: ohh.. wait, personalities..?

XD

- Alex🐸

Created plurality ask game

These questions are meant to be answerable by both created systems and mixed-origin created systems.

🎉 - How long have you been a system? How do you define when you became a system?

💯 - How many headmates do you have? Are they all created?

🧠 - Why did you create headmates/create a system? Was it intentional or not?

💭 - Do you have a headspace? What's it like? Did you build it?

🌅 - Who created the others? Who is the first created headmate?

⚖️ - Is there a power imbalance in your system, especially between created and non-created headmates? What's the nature of this imbalance?

🦄 - What's your specific origin? Do you have more than one?

🏇 - Are you currently working on any system skills? What are they?

🧬 - How developed are your created headmates? How do you define this?

🎭 - If you can switch, do you have different mannerisms or speech patterns between headmates? Was this always the case?

🕯️ - How has having a created system impacted your life? Has it been a positive experience or not?

🗣️ - How do you and your headmates communicate? If you are mixed-origin, do you experience interaction with created headmates differently than non-created headmates?

📚 - What methods did you use to develop your headmates? Is there anything that worked particularly well for you?

🎨 - How different are you and your headmates from each other? Has it always been this way?

🌈 - Who's the most common fronter? Has this changed in the past?

🕵️ - What sort of terminology does your system prefer? Do you have any terms you've created for personal use?

😡 - Have you experienced discrimination or bigotry for having created headmates? What happened?

📋 - Do you experience exomemories? Are any of them traumatic?

👨‍👦 - Do you have any littles? Is them being little influenced by your created plurality at all?

📺 - Are any of the created headmates introjects? What kind of introject?

🍝 - Would you say being created origin is important to how your system functions currently? What does this mean to you? Has this changed over time?

🌠 - Do you wish you were plural earlier in life? Mixed origin systems, do you wish your created headmates could have been there earlier?

🧱 - What barriers do you have in your system, such as memory or thought barriers? Did you make them? Did you want them?

🛸 - Does anyone IRL know you're a system?

🧁 - Give me a silly oversimplification of your system and who's in it.

[ceyanabbiolo]

PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [05]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston to after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?

Warnings: slightly suggestive.

wc: 3025

Chapter 5: Welcome to LA, London girl

The music was loud—bass thumping, lights strobing in the dark haze of the rooftop lounge. I leaned back against the velvet couch, a drink in one hand, the other casually resting on the leg of the girl tucked beside me. 

Her name? Honestly, I didn’t catch it the first time, and I wasn’t planning on asking again.

She laughed at something I barely said, leaning in closer, her perfume sweet and cloying, mixing with the sharp scent of tequila in the air. Her hand grazed my jaw, and I let her kiss me.

It wasn’t deep, not yet. Just enough to keep her interested. My friends were scattered around the space, half-drunk and loud, calling out shots and talking about L.A. like it was the only place on earth worth being. Someone had already started rolling a blunt in the corner. Typical Friday night.

It was definitely different from the gala's and events I usually attend with family.

I pulled back slightly and looked down at the girl beside me. She was pretty—tan skin, dark eyes, blonde hair, and that confident look that said she was used to attention. I wasn’t thinking much. Just here for a good time. The kind of distraction I didn’t have to think twice about.

Her hand slid under the hem of my shirt, and I chuckled lowly, letting her move in closer. My mouth found hers again, this time slower, deeper.

She was starting to get bolder, and so was I. 

I was here for a fun time, so why not. 

Her hands roamed more freely now, fingertips teasing the edge of my belt like she was testing how far I’d let her go. I didn’t stop her.

I pulled back slightly, catching her eyes with a lazy grin. “Upstairs?” I asked, my voice low, already knowing the answer.

She didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

She stood, smoothing down her dress, and reached for my hand. I let her lead the way through the crowd—shoulders brushing past half-drunk bodies, music still thumping behind us. A few people turned as we passed, nodding, like they’d seen this story play out a hundred times.

We got to the stairs and started up, the sound from the party fading with each step.

We made it to one of the guest rooms, the door shutting behind us with a soft click.

Things moved fast after that—clothes carelessly dropped, kisses turning heated. There wasn’t much talking, just instinct and impulse. We fell into the sheets like two people chasing distraction, not meaning.

It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t tender. Just something to fill the silence, I didn’t want to sit with and by the time it was over, the room was silent with just silence pants here and there. 

I lay back against the pillow, the girl beside me already drifting off.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, screen lighting up in the dim room. I reached over, half-expecting it to be one of the guys.

But it wasn’t.

Daphne: Hi Matt, just wanted to double-check What time should I be at the airport tomorrow? 

I stared at the message for a second, then smirked a little to myself. Right—L.A. trip.

I quietly typed out a reply:

Matthew: 10:30. Don’t worry about getting there I’ll pick you up

A minute later, I got a reply. 

Daphne: Sounds good :) 

I smiled to myself, almost knowing how she sounded if she said that. 

I put the phone down on the nightstand, running a hand through my hair as I sat up slowly. The soft sheets rustled beneath me, and the girl stirred beside me, blinking up through heavy lashes.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing my shirt from the floor. “I’m gonna head out.”

She propped herself up on one elbow, nodding lazily. “Yeah, that’s cool.”

No questions. No clinginess. Just like I liked it.

I pulled on my clothes, grabbed my keys and phone, and glanced back for a second. She was putting her clothes back on as well.

I’d said bye to a few friends, then rode back to my place to crash for the night.

The next morning, I woke up with a dull headache pounding behind my eyes, but I ignored it. Nothing a cold shower couldn’t fix.

After a few minutes under the water, I felt more like myself. My suitcases were already packed from the day before, resting by the front door with my assistants. I threw on a clean hoodie, black jeans, grabbed everything, and headed out.

When the car pulled up to Aurora’s house, I told the driver I’d step out and help her with her luggage.

I walked up to the front door and knocked. It didn’t take long before she appeared, already dressed and ready, wearing a burgundy sweater that suited her perfectly. She looked calm but prepared.

I couldn’t help but think she looked pretty, more so than usual.

She opened the door and gave me a small smile. “Ready to go?” I asked, flashing a smile. “Yeah, just about,” she said, grabbing her bag.

I nodded and stepped inside to help her with the luggage. “Looks like you packed light,” I teased. She shrugged, her eyes briefly darting away. “Kept it simple.” I grabbed her luggage along with a bulky camera bag and carried them outside. She locked the door behind us, and soon we were settled into the car.

The drive to the airport was quiet, the kind of silence filled with unspoken thoughts. Once we arrived, navigated through check-in, security lines, and all the usual airport chaos, we finally found ourselves with a moment to breathe and actually talk.

She glanced around and said, “I’m gonna head to that café over there to get a drink.”

I nodded. “Sure, we’ve got like half an hour before boarding anyway.”

We walked together toward the café, the buzz of the airport fading a bit as we grabbed some coffee and settled into the small moment of calm before the flight.

She stepped up to the counter first, glancing at the menu before speaking softly, “I’ll have an iced matcha latte...and a croissant, please.”

She hesitated, about to add something else, when I quickly cut in, “Make that two croissants—and a bottle of apple juice for me.”

Before she could protest, I pulled out my card and paid for both orders.

Daphne’s eyes flicked to me. 

“Matt,” she sighed, a hint of frustration crossing her face. “You didn’t have to do that...”

I smiled reassuringly. “It’s no big deal. Consider it a welcome gift for the trip.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but the tension eased as she accepted the gesture, reluctantly grateful.

When our orders arrived, Daphne took her iced matcha latte and croissant with a small smile. “Thanks again,” she said quietly, glancing up at me.

I eyed her drink and teased, “That’s not straight matcha, right? It’s got milk and stuff in it?”

She nodded, a bit defensive but still shy. “Yeah, it’s got milk and sweetener. Plus, it tastes good.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why do you like that green drink anyway?”

She smiled softly. “It’s good... and refreshing.”

I smirked. “Sounds like you’re a health nut.”

She laughed lightly. “I promise it’s not really healthy with all the sugar they put in.”

Then she held out the cup. “Want to try a sip?”

I grinned and took a sip, letting the cool, slightly sweet flavour settle on me. I clicked my tongue, trying to understand the hype.

Honestly, I wasn’t feeling it. But she was watching me with that expectant smile, so I just shrugged and said, “I like it.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “No, you don’t.” “Caught me,” I said, laughing it off. 

We kept chatting quietly until the boarding call echoed through the terminal.

DAPHNE

Landing in LAX felt so unreal for someone like me—someone who’d never even set foot there before.

You know what else felt unreal? Flying business class. I almost died when Matt took us to the business class lounge. I had never been in business; the closest I’ve gotten was an upgrade to premium economy once. 

The entire drive to the hotel, I couldn’t stop staring out the window, taking everything in.

Boston had its charm—red bricks, history, cozy bookstores and coffee shops—but LA? LA felt fast, shiny, and full of possibility.

LA felt like a different world compared to Boston. The air was warmer, and the buildings looked sleek and modern—like I had stepped onto a movie set. Even the people walking around seemed different, dressed effortlessly cool, like they belonged in magazines. 

Still, I think I preferred London somehow. 

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my camera bag on my lap, and tried not to let it all overwhelm me.

When the car finally pulled into the hotel’s driveway, my eyes widened all over again.

It was one of those tall, sleek glass buildings with a luxury logo I’d only ever seen online or in fashion magazines. A valet opened the door, and I stepped out, clutching my bag tightly as Matt casually rounded the car like he did this every day. He handed the keys to the valet and turned toward me.

“You good?” he asked, noticing the way I was looking up at the building.

“Yeah,” I said, a little breathless. “It’s just… really nice.”

He gave a lopsided grin. “Only the best. You’re on the clock, remember? Company card.”

I followed him through the spinning doors, and the lobby hit me like a scene from a movie—marble floors, a massive chandelier, front desk staff in pressed uniforms, and soft music playing somewhere overhead.

We checked in quickly—Matt handled everything, of course—and soon a bellhop was helping with our bags as we were led to the elevators.

Our rooms were next to each other on one of the higher floors. When I walked into mine, I was met with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The sunlight spilled across the white sheets and minimalistic decor like something from a luxury Airbnb.

I turned back to Matt, who stood in the hallway with a hand still on his door.

“You settle in,” he said. “I’ve got a meeting in like an hour, but after that, I can give you a rundown of the schedule, alright?” 

“Okay,” I nodded, still slightly dazed. “Thanks, Matt.”

He winked. “Welcome to LA, London girl.” 

I felt my cheeks warm as he shut the door behind him. Ugh. Why did his voice have to sound so nice? And why did he look even better under California lighting? The slight stubble on his jaw was doing more than it should have. I let out a quiet sigh and turned away from the door, telling myself to chill out.

Once I was alone, I changed into a soft set of pajamas and collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the comfort of it. I was absolutely exhausted from the flight, but my body buzzed with a strange, restless energy. Maybe it was the new city, or maybe it was the thought of being here—with Matt, technically working, yet also completely out of my comfort zone.

After laying there for a while, staring at the ceiling and debating whether or not to nap, I made up my mind. I couldn’t just waste my first afternoon in Los Angeles by hiding in a hotel room. I slipped on a hoodie and some sneakers, grabbed my camera (because of course), and decided to go on a quick walk.

Outside, the air felt different. Warmer, lighter—like the whole city had this effortless glow to it. Palm trees lined the streets and the late afternoon sun dipped golden shadows across the pavement. I wandered for a bit, turning down a stretch of shops that looked like something out of a high-fashion editorial.

Then I saw it.

A jewelry store tucked between two designer boutiques, glass displays catching the light and throwing sparkles across the sidewalk. My eyes were immediately drawn to the front window. Inside, on velvet stands, were rings so intricate and delicate they looked like they belonged in a fairytale. One in particular caught my attention—rose gold with a small cluster of diamonds shaped like a tiny flower.

I stood there for a long moment, hands in my hoodie pocket, just admiring it.

Not that I’d ever buy something like that for myself. But still. It was pretty to look at. And maybe… just maybe… a girl could dream.

By the time I walked back into the hotel lobby, my feet aching slightly from all the wandering, I froze at the sight of Matt. He was standing near the check-in desk, one hand raking through his hair, the other holding his phone to his ear. His brows were furrowed, and his voice—low but tense—carried just enough for me to hear snippets.

“I’ve called twice and she’s not in the room—yeah, can you check if—”, he sees me, “never mind.”

Relief visibly washed over his face, tension in his shoulders dropping the second our eyes met.

“There you are,” he said, hanging up the call and slipping his phone into his pocket.

I blinked. “What… why do you look like that? What’s going on?”

Matt walked over quickly, not angry, but definitely still wound up. “You didn’t answer your phone. And when I called the room, no one picked up. I thought something happened.”

I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and winced. Two missed calls. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even feel it vibrate. I just went for a quick walk. I thought I had time before you got back.”

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I just—when I didn’t see you in the room and your phone wasn’t answering, I… I got worried.”

I looked up at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“You didn’t,” he said quickly, then amended, “Okay, maybe a little. Just… let me know next time, alright? Noah would kill me”

I nodded, heart thudding a little too loud in my chest. “My bad”

We took the elevator up in silence, the air slightly thick with whatever had just passed between us downstairs. When the doors slid open, Matt glanced over at me and nodded toward his room.

“Come in for a second,” he said casually, fishing out the key card.

I trailed behind him, stepping into the sleek, modern suite. It smelled like expensive cologne and something faintly woodsy—unmistakably him. I stood near the door for a moment, taking in the room: the king-size bed still unmade, a leather duffle bag resting on the bench, a few of his things scattered on the desk.

It was messy in a lived-in way, like he didn’t care much about appearances when it was just him. Though it was funny, because we just got here.

“So,” he started, walking to the window and pulling back the curtains halfway. “This week’s going to be packed. We’ve got that big campaign shoot on Monday, fittings on Tuesday. You’ll be on-site for most of it, and I’ll have my assistant give you a list of what the clients are expecting.”

I nodded, trying to stay focused. Really, I was, but my eyes drifted—upward, toward his jaw, then lower.

A purplish mark, just barely visible at the side of his neck, above the collar of his shirt. My breath caught for a second, and I had to blink to make sure I wasn’t imagining it.

A hickey.

Matt stopped mid-sentence, his brow furrowing slightly when he caught the distant look on my face.

“You good?” he asked, tilting his head a little. “You spaced out.”

I blinked quickly and forced a small smile, tearing my gaze away from the mark on his neck.

“Yeah—yeah, sorry,” I said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just tired, I think.”

He looked at me for a second longer, like he wasn’t fully buying it, but he didn’t press.

“Alright,” he said slowly, then added with a small smirk, “Hope I wasn’t boring you already.”

I shook my head quickly. “No, you weren’t. I’m just… still adjusting to the time difference, I guess.”

“Fair,” he nodded, still eyeing me. “Lemme grab you the schedule anyway.”

As he turned to rummage through a folder on the desk, I couldn’t help glancing at his neck again, the question silently pressing at the back of my mind— Who gave it to him?

Oh my… does he have a girlfriend? Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he? He’s handsome as hell, would be a shame if he was gatekeeping himself. 

I folded my arms, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I looked away, pretending to study the artwork on the hotel wall instead of spiraling inside my head. My stomach twisted for reasons I didn’t want to name.

Stop it, Daphne. 

He turned back around, totally casual, holding out a printed itinerary. “Here’s what the week’s looking like. You don’t have to come to everything, but I highlighted the shoots you’ll need to be at.”

I took it from him quietly, eyes scanning the page even though the words barely registered.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice softer than I intended.

He must’ve sensed something, because he stepped a little closer. “You okay?”

I nodded quickly, too quickly. “Yeah, just tired like I said.”

He studied me again, brow slightly raised, and I knew he could tell something was off—but thankfully, he let it go.

“Alright, well,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “get some rest, sweetheart. Tomorrow’s a long day.”

Gosh, he needs to stop calling me that. 

“Right,” I murmured, giving him a tight smile. “See you in the morning.”

I turned to leave, heart heavier than it had been five minutes ago—trying not to wonder who she was, or why it even mattered. 

Matthew Sturniolo was just my boss, nothing else and I had to make that clear to myself.

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[drdemonprince]

Hey Doc,

It’s reunion season. As someone who works in Academia I’m curious as to what your thoughts are about these things. My tiny liberal arts college just had their reunion and I didn’t go because I assumed they were just after my money. Is there any value to these things generally? I’m curious as to why certain folks get so hyped about these things.

ha. reunions, honor's societies, and hell even most conferences and networking events are just a big revenue generating jack-off fest. if you enjoy that stuff, which some people apparently do because they are so socially driven that even just hanging out with coworkers feels both productive and meaningful, go nuts. but they make me wanna kms. there's no way in hell i'm going to be in the workplace any more than i have to, least of not for some artificial fun social event where i have to remain in professional mode the entire time AND i have to pay for the privilege of enduring. ridiculous. this entire model of event is based on the assumption that a person is making academia/their profession their entire LIFE and have no other meaningful social connections nor any ability to prioritize other things, and therefore their relational and socioemotional needs have to be met under the guise of it being work. it's the same kind of thinking that grooms academics to be willing to leave their entire social networks behind to move anywhere in the country where a decent job will have them, regardless of how that might impede their life as a queer person or person of color. it's very subtly isolating, inculturating stuff that takes an academic person away from their home culture, hobbies, non-elite social connections, and so on to make them better agents of their particular class position. people who go to events like these too much cease being able to hang out with wide swathes of humanity or have any interests outside of work, i find, and it gives me the heebies and the jeebies.

[lordbasilsnek]

Queer comic recs for this pride month!

Far Sector

Green lanturn Jo Mullein is sent to a planet where three alien species have removed all emtions to live together in peace. However, after the first murder in 500 years peace on the planet becomes unsteady. It is up to Jo to stop another war breaking out and solve the truth behind the killing.

12 issues series, the planet is new to the DCU so we are learning about it all alongside Jo. More focused on the mystery than her romances, but it still worked well together. This is Jo's only solo series so far but she is featured in a lot of green lantern and other stories too.

Galaxy: The Prettiest Star

Taylor is an alien princess forced to flee her home and go into hinding on Earth. To hide her from their enemies she is disguised as a human boy. But what happens when pretending to be something she's not get too much for her?

Beautiful artwork, compelling story, and the characters are a lot of fun. A sequel is coming May 2026. If you want more comics with Galaxy she is also in Hawkgirl: Once upon a Galaxy :]

Bad Dream

Nia is a transgender alien living in an alien refugee town hidden from the world. She is an outcast in her town and often second place to her sister. However, when she gain powers only women in her family get over her sister, she decided to leave town and head to Metropolis.

This has a cross over with Galaxy and is a great way to get background on Nia's character now that she is becoming a bigger character in main conic series.

Secret Six (2025)

After the events of Absolute Power Amanda Waller has gone missing prison. This group of heros and villains (and everything in between) must join together to find her and recover the secrets she holds before the secrets they have tear them a part.

A lot of queer characters and also one of my favourite characters - Catman. If you've felt Jay wasn't an interesting characters this is a good series to read. It is also still currently coming out - 4th issue is coming June 4th!! - so a bit easier to get into.

If you find you do like this, definitely read the later secret six series - lots of fun and heartbreaking moment and queer characters/romance.

Comment or reblog with any recs you have too! Always happy to read more queer stories :]

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

Valkyrick thoughts!

Late because wco only just uploaded the new episode and I couldn’t find any other way to watch it in my country.

First, my (lightly edited) stream-of-conscioussness thoughts:

It's cool that they’re brought back the sushi restaurant

Rick not being able to use chopsticks was a cool and funny detail 

‘Beth (Space one)’ and the picture she clearly didn't want taken

Lmaoooooo quick sand gun 

‘So they don’t know your dad drove you’ is such a funny line. Daaaaaaaaaad, you're embarrassing me in front of my galactic federation resistance.

Omg they called out the nepotism (@horse-surgeon-barbie you called it!)

The insect supremacist watching Mrs Pancakes was a really cool detail! I like the references to earlier things like that. It also makes the anti-mammal thing funnier

Lmaoooo the portalling of the insect supremacist

Rick called Beth 'partner'! 😭 I can't

Lmao did Rick also have an unrequited crush on Cisco? That's my headcanon now

I liked the equation gag

Rick looks good with his sleeves rolled up 👀

Aw I’m glad Rick tried himself first. That was a really nice and surprising moment?

‘I like boobs. I like boob milk’

OMG BIRDPERSON AND BIRDDAUGHTER

I love that they have a group chat with Gene

Birdrick moment 

It’s so weird to hear Birdperson laugh what the hell

Beth should fuck that coworker first

OK, now for slightly more coherent thoughts.

Overall, the episode was fun. It's nice to get a bit more exploration of the gromflomites as a species, as well as to actually see Space Beth at her 'day job' as it were. I was a little bit disappointed that we didn't really get as much focus on emotion as I thought we would but I guess it makes sense for Rick and Space Beth, being probably the two most emotionally constipated members of the family. Rick seems to find it easier to blurt out these things in the midst of combat, like telling Summer that she reminds him of Diane in the middle of fighting in Wet Kuat Amortycan Summer.

The Birdperson reference was a pleasant surprise on its own, but actually getting Birdperson (and Birddaughter!) in the episode was very cool. It was nice to have a little bit of bonding between him and Rick about their parenting struggles, as well as Rick actually admitting how hard he was trying. I'm glad we actually got to properly see Birddaughter. I would've expected her to be paired with Summer and/or Morty given her age, but I guess it makes more sense for them to go by generations (children) rather than age. Also, since Beth didn't have Rick in her life very much until recently, it makes sense for her to go through some more 'teenage' interactions with him ('I didn't ask to be born'). Rick going to her job and being a Karen because they're not treating her well is great though. He did try and stick up for her a lot this episode and I appreciate it!

There were a lot of funny jokes/moments and some cool references to the show's own continuity. The Mrs Pancakes reference was very unexpected - I don't think we've had anything to do with her/the show since Rest and Ricklaxation (please correct me if I'm wrong). I loved the shitty bug costumes and the plan vs actual events. It was so funny and cute to hear Space Beth switch to being so sweet and polite when she answered the door.

The visuals were amazing this episode - the spore hive? The ringed planet? The fight was great, especially the detail of Birddaughter's razor wings. I thought both Rick and Beth were very hot this episode, especially Rick with his sleeves rolled up and Beth covered in gromflomite blood.