#another post about my number one redhead

[drieddpetals]

i've already yelled about this once on this site but i genuinely love wylan's line of "maybe you should pray to Ghezen for understanding, father" at the end of soc so much like. i don't think y'all understand. the sass wylan gives him is very important to his character and development but also just so hilarious to me. idk if it's bc i can relate to the religious sarcasm or what but i genuinely think about it a lot and for some reason feel the need to point it out again

[msschemmenti]

valentines date auction

a/n: please do not fight me... i meant to finish and post this before valentine's days. i also started this like 9 months ago. i'm working through my drafts, bear with me please.

prompt: ava convinces the staff to throw a valentine's day fling to raise money for the school.

“So this year to bring in some extra money, I’ve come up with a brilliant idea. I think you’re all going to love it because it involves all of my favorite things.” Ava announced at the mic with a smile causing the teachers to roll their eyes. 

“Get on with it.” Melissa called from her seat in the gym. Barbara leaned over to swat her thigh as a warning but Melissa wasn’t too worried about her when she felt the younger woman on her other side shaking with giggles at her comment. Y/n Y/Ln, Abbott Elementary’s new PE teacher. She’d been working there since the start of the school year and she was approaching her first year with Abbott. She’d somehow wormed her way into the core group of teachers at Abbott and she unknowingly wormed her way into the forefront of Melissa Schemmenti’s mind. 

“We’re doing a Valentine’s Day Date Auction!” Ava grinned as she clicked to another slide on her powerpoint. “I’ll be auctioning off dates with our most attractive staff! And before you ask if this is legal, I don’t care. It’s for the children. So who wants in?” The room filled with concerned silence as no one made a move to sign up. “Oh don’t act like you people are getting dates on your own. This could be great for you,” At the continued silence Ava sighed, “Fine, the dates will be to wherever you like with a credit to handle the cost. It’s a free outing, people.” 

There’s a bit more bite and people’s hands started to raise in agreement. Melissa and Barb both shook their heads as Ava wrote people’s names down. “I can’t believe anyone is agreeing to this.” Melissa groaned.

“Who’re you telling, girlfriend? My Gerald would never participate in an auction like this and that’s the only man I’ll ever go on a date with.” 

“It must be so nice to not have to go through the whole courting stage anymore. It’s so exhausting trying to find a date nowadays.” Y/n grumbled crossing her legs as she leaned over to speak to Barb. 

“Oh don’t tell me you struggle to find a date?” Melissa eyed suspiciously. 

“Oh yeah. It’s hard out here. It’s so hard in fact that I will be the grand finale of this auction.” Y/n grimaced as both of the older women eyed her in shock.

“You’re up for sale?” Melissa asked incredulously. 

“Not for sale, more like for rent.” Y/n corrected causing both women to roll their eyes. “Oh come on, it’s for a good cause and I get a free meal out of it. There aren’t really any cons. I could meet my wife.” 

Barb seemed to be sold a bit on the idea, but the redhead was still on the fence. She and the PE teacher had been doing a bit of a flirtatious tango all year and she could never really tell if she was serious or not. Melissa had gotten to a point in her life where she really didn’t question who she was attracted to anymore, but she hadn’t figured out how to tell who was seriously attracted to her yet. Casual flirting aside, Melissa really didn’t know what Y/n’s type was. And she definitely didn’t have the guts to find out if she was her type. But that didn’t mean she wanted to see her auctioned off to some young philly broad.

“Plus it was either me or Gregory. He looked like he was going to have a heartattack when Ava asked which of us was going to seal the deal. I do what I can to keep you core teachers alive.” Y/n smirked with a final shrug. That caused both older women to chuckle, one easier than the other, but Y/n didn’t seemed to notice the confliction on Melissa’s face. 

Once Ava was satisfied with the number of teachers on her Valentine’s Day Auction roster, she closed the meeting out and release the teachers to their evenings. She hurried down the steps of the steps of the stage to catch Y/n as she stood up from her seat next to Melissa. 

“Y/n, how do you feel about dressing up as a construction worker?” Ava asked excitedly as she pulled up a picture on her phone. 

“Absolutely not. You’ll be lucky if I show up in something other than a track suit.” Y/n said pushing the woman’s phone away from her face. 

“What about-” Ava started. 

“No.” Y/n cut her off with her best smile. She reached up and patted Ava’s shoulder with a shake of her head. “Keep asking and I won’t show up at all.” That last threat seemed shut Ava up with a grumble. She sulked off with her roster and headed for her office as everyone readied themselves to go home for the night. Y/n looked at the two veteran teachers with smiles, “Alright ladies, I’ll see you both tomorrow. Have a great evening.” 

“You too Y/n.” Barbara smiled as she head for the door, Melissa trailing behind a bit as she caught the PE teachers eyes. 

“See ya kid.” Melissa called, causing the younger teacher to shoot a wink over her shoulder as she moved to help Mr. Johnson clear the chairs from the gym. Melissa’s cheeks heated as she rounded the corner out of them gym and fell in step with Barb. They briefly parted to lock up their classrooms and when they hit the couple of steps outside of the school Melissa was shocked for the second time within the last hour. 

“So are you gonna bid on Y/n or tell her how you feel before the auction?” Barb asked with a knowing smirk.

“What?” Melissa asked incredulously trying to hide the heat rising to her cheeks. 

“Oh don’t play dumb with me. You’ve been all but drooling over her for the better part of the school year. I don’t think I can watch it for much longer. This is your chance to make a move. She said it herself, she’s single and very much looking. So much so that she’s agreed to auction off and evening with herself. What can you need?” 

“Maybe any sort of indication that she feels the same way? I mean yeah we casually flirt, but how am I suppose to pursue anything if the whole thing was just a joke to her?” Melissa scowled.

“I highly doubt that’s the case. Do you know how many times Ava has attempted to do that whole flirting thing with her? Or the amount of parents, suddenly concerned with the PE curriculum. She hasn’t shown anyone as much attention as she consistently shows you.” Barb listed as Gerald pulled into the lot next Melissa’s car. Barbara smiled and waved at her husband before turning to look at her friend, “You’ve got to make a move girlfriend, before one of these parents snatch your chance at the auction.”

Melissa grumbles but heads to her home to think over what her friend said. She hated how right Barb sounded.

-

The Valentine’s Auction came much sooner than anyone was ready for. The morning of the event seemed to have the entire teachers lounge buzzing with excitement and trepidation. Janine, ever the chatty Kathy had taken to questioning everyone on what they planned to wear tonight. As soon as Y/n entered the room, Janine was up and buzzing. 

“Oh Y/n! What are you wearing tonight?” The shorter woman bounced on her heels next to the PE teacher as she doctored up a mug of tea. 

“Why? What have you heard?” Y/n asked suspiciously, hoping Ava hasn’t somehow told everyone about her costume ideas.

“Well I just want to make sure I’m not the only one wearing festive things. And I wanna make sure we’re not wearing the same thing of course. Wouldn’t want the fashion police to have a ‘who wore better’ moment.” Janine rambled and Y/n nodded following as much as she could. 

“Oh. I don’t know yet. I’ve got a couple pink tracksuits that might really draw people in.” Y/n chuckled taking her seat next to Melissa with a grin. “What do you think, is Nike sexy enough to secure a date with a Philly eleven like yourself?” 

Melissa rolled her eyes at Barbs foot kicking her under the table, “I’m sure you could pull a Philly eleven wearing far less than a pink Nike tracksuit.”

Y/n smiled and winked at the older teacher before turning her attention back to Janine, “Listen Janine. I highly doubt we’ll be wearing the same thing but don’t worry, I’ll have something within the valentines color scheme on.” The second grade teacher nodded, heading back to her seat. 

“So you’re both coming tonight right?” Y/n asked hopefully. 

“Yep, Gerald and I will be there. I wouldn’t want to miss seeing you meet your date.” Barb smiled with raised eyebrows. 

“How about you Red? Gonna be there to bail me out if some crazy bids on me?” Y/n asked.

“Anything for you, hun.” Melissa smiled, knowing those words held a lot more weight than she was letting on. 

“Good. I’ll see you both later than.” Y/n smiled squeezing Melissa’s shoulder affectionately before heading to the gym. 

-

“Welcome to the Avalentine’s Day Auction! We’re so glad you could all join us for our fundraising event this school year. As you know, Abbott is always looking for ways to better our school for your students and with that in mind, I hope you brought your checkbooks and rich friends because we’ve got some sexy staff members ready to go home with you all for a good cause.” Ava smiled looking out over the crowd. 

As Ava stood on the stage, Melissa sat in a table toward the back of the room with Barb, Gerald, and Gregory. Jacob and Janine were off scoping the potential bidders out. She herself was scoping the room out as well, but she was mostly looking for Y/n. She hadn’t seen her since that morning and part of her was much more desperate to see her than she usually allowed herself. It didn’t help that she had brought her checkbook and knew a part of her was willing to drain her savings to keep Y/n from going out with one of these young broads. As if she realized she looked ridiculous scanning the room, Melissa turned back to her table companions. Janine and Jacob came back shortly after Melissa pulled herself from her own search. Janine panting out of breath and Jacob grinning mischievously ready to spill the details of their crowd search. 

“There are quite a few people here. And we heard a lot of interest.”

“Interest in the two of you?” Melissa found herself asking. She didn’t mean to sound so shocked but it just came out that way. Both of the younger teachers shrank a bit but recovered when the redhead looked apologetic.

“Not exactly. Most of the women here are torn between being disappointed Gregory isn’t up there and excited that Y/n is. Speaking of, has anyone see her? I wanna see what outfit she went with.” Jacob said rising from his seat to scan the room. Oblivious to the panic he’d cause within Melissa. 

“Oh there she is, damn! She cleans up nice.” Janine called as she drew the groups attention to the doors to the gym. And Melissa damn near forgot how to breathe. Y/n paused in the doorway scanning the room, for their group presumably, but she was dressed in something none of them had ever seen her in. Gone were her trainers, baggy sweats, and matching hoodie sets. She was clad in fitted high waisted trousers and a matching vest top that showed just enough skin to have Melissa’s mind running. Her hair was held back by a red head band that matched her red ankle boots and leather jacket. Melissa was at a true loss for words. Y/n spotted the group and started making her way over with a smile. 

Before she could get too close Melissa felt Barb’s hand cup her chin and push up, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” She teased lightly causing Gerald to chuckle. 

Tonight was going to be a long long night. And she knew in her heart she might leave broker than she already was. 

-

“Alright ladies, this last one is for you!” Ava grinned as she motioned for Y/n to come up to the stage. 

The PE teacher grimaced and looked at the people at her table nervously, “Wish me luck.” She called before leaving to be paraded around the stage. She made it to the stairs and as she came into the view for the room, the cheers followed. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment but she trudged on reminding herself of the cause and the prospect of a decent meal on Ava’s dime. 

“Last but certainly not least. The finest thing to happen to Abbott Elementary since I became principal. Our PE teacher, Y/n Y/Ln! Strut your stuff boo!” Ava introduced causing the room to erupt further. And Melissa’s scowl to set. 

“She’s very fit as you can see. Super funny and super hot. She could probably bench you. Let’s start the bidding at $50?” Ava started. That didn’t last long though. Hands and paddles shot up eagerly at the price. So far, no one had gone for over $150, but Ava had a feeling Y/n was going to be the exception. 

“Can I get a $100 then? $150? $200?” Ava called and some hands dropped but there were still quite a few waving in the air. Ava motioned for Y/n to do a spin on the stage and she obliged if only to make the whole thing go a bit faster. 

“Alright how about $300?” That seemed to do it and there was one hand left up. Y/n recognized her, Lauren Williams. She’d been one of the first people to schedule a meeting with Y/n when she started claiming her son had some health issues that may impact his participation in the gym class. After the first meeting, it was very clear her son had no problems and it was really just a ploy to get the gym teacher alone. She’d been dodging her since she started and she really wasn’t looking forward to how this was going. 

“300 going once, going twice…” Ava called waving the bedazzled gavel she’d gotten herself. Until a familiar hand shot up at the back table. “I see 350? Alright Schemmenti, I see you.” Ava grinned. “Do I hear 400?” Lauren’s hand was back up, quickly. “450? Anyone?” 

All eyes shifted to Melissa to see her contemplation before she waved her hand again and Ava squealed in delight. Everyone of the teachers at the table looked at her incredulously but her eyes were darting between Lauren’s head and the stage.

“450 going once, going twice, and…” Before Ava could even finish, Lauren shot to her feet and called out. 

“500!” Everyone in the room looked at the woman in shock. 

“What?” Y/n asked in shock. Eyes goes to Ava in alarm. $500 for a date with her was absolutely insane. Anyone willing to pay that had to b crazy.

“Sold!” Ava grinned. And the room erupted in applause.

-

Melissa was sulking in her seat when Y/n finally returned to table. She couldn’t believe she’d been outbid like that. Part of her was happy considering she wasn’t really prepared for the financial consequences of this little auction, but that didn’t make her forget the date Y/n would be going on with Lauren. Everyone else was scattered around the gym. Dancing with their dates, eating the refreshments, or playing the various valentine’s day them games that they had set up. The redhead didn’t look up when the younger teacher joined her but she knew exactly who had joined her even without looking.

“Damn red, if you wanted to go out with me that bad you could’ve just asked me. I wouldn’t have charged $500 for one night. I might’ve made you cook for me, but five big ones is asking a bit much especially when I actually like you.” Y/n said taking a sip of the punch they were serving. Melissa gazed at the younger woman a little dumbfounded but she didn’t seem to notice as she continued to talk. “Lauren and I are gonna go mini golfing Saturday morning, yuck I know. But I was thinking you and I could do dinner Saturday, if you’re not busy. That way I can get that out of the way. Do you she’ll try to kill me? I’m a little scared and I know I said there were no cons but that was before she basically jumped on the table to ensure she could spend $500 on an hour of my time…” Y/n continued to ramble. 

Melissa had no choice but to laugh as she listened. “Is this you asking me out?” The older woman finally interrupted, trying to play it cool. 

“I didn’t think I needed to ask you formally, since you almost spent $1,000 to keep me from going out with someone else.” Y/n grinned as she finally faced Melissa. 

“Oh you’re exaggerating now.” Melissa scoffed as her cheeks heated a bit. 

“Well duh, who else can say they had a Philly eleven start a bidding war over them. I’m going to milk this as much as I can. I’ll wear it as a badge of honor. Melissa Schemmenti almost emptied her bank account for me.”

“Oh shut it will you.” Melissa groaned and shoved the younger teacher playfully. “The answer is yes. Even if you don’t think you need to ask me formally. I’d love to do dinner Saturday night. And any other night you’d like.” 

“Good. Cause I can be very hungry. And all I’ve heard is that you’re like the best cook in Philly.” Y/n grinned scooting her folding chair over closer to Melissa’s. 

“Oh you’re in for a treat. And a Schemmenti meal is worth well over five hundred bucks.” Melissa teased. 

“Yeah, well so are you Red.” Y/n smiled softly leaning over to kiss Melissa’s blushing cheek sweetly. 

Outbid but extremely happy.

[mrsbarnesblog]

i can't let you get hurt

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: You have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, reader is Steve's adopted sister, mechanic Bucky, creepy behaviour, protective Bucky.

Author's note: Does anyone know if community labels are reducing the number of likes and reblogs? because my last post received a suspiciously small amount of notes🤔 but I'm afraid to remove them because Tumblr might decide to block me again

Moving to New York was the idea that has been sitting in your head for a long period of time. Since your adopted brother Steve finished high school, he moved there without any money, without friends, and only with a lot of desires and dreams. You stayed in your small town with your and Steve’s adopted parents because you were only fifteen at the time. It’s been almost five years, and right now he owns an auto repair shop, and as far as you know, it’s a pretty successful place.

You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

Steve only visited you two times, but you regularly spoke on the phone. So when your plane finally landed and you met him, you were kind of a crying mess. He was still your closest person, and you loved him with your whole heart. Steve was now much bigger, with broad shoulders and arms that were probably the same size as your head, but he still had that golden retriever energy, which you really loved.

Steve helped you find your apartment building, where you rented a small and cozy flat from a nice old lady. It wasn’t too much—just a bedroom and living room connected with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. Everything was clean, with light furniture and a lot of plants. It was actually surprising that this place had an affordable rent, and you were happy that luck was on your side.

On the next day, your brother finally showed you his famous place, which he owned with his now best friend Bucky Barnes. And talking about him, he was something else. A tall, big man with fluffy chocolate hair, stubble, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. You knew that you were fucked as soon as he looked you directly in the eyes, shook your hand, and gave you a charming smile.

You met almost everyone in the garage. All the guys were super nice and friendly, they even showed you all of their cars that they were working with. You were happy that Steve found such a family here, they were all obviously so close to each other. 

Yet, after a month here, you had almost no friends. You found a job in the coffee shop down the street, where you met an amazing redhead girl named Wanda. You chatted a lot during the work, but you two were still far from friends.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

For some reason, you decided to give that stupid dating app another try. John found you there, and he seemed nice, so when on the second day he decided to invite you to a bar, you agreed without hesitation.

How long has it been since the last time someone asked you out? Year?  Yes, it was a little sad to realize that no one was particularly interested in you. Before moving to New York, all the guys you talked to seemed to only want one thing, so you had high hopes for John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to make you feel dizzy, even though John was persuading you to taste more of the cocktails that he had brought you .

"You know, I think I better slow down with drinks; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don’t upset me." John chuckled and put his hand on yours. You awkwardly smiled, not ready for such physical contact. "You’re here alone, right?" He tilted his head, and you didn't miss how his eyes stopped at your boobs.

"Um, not exactly... I mean, I know like five people in this city, and one of them is my brother. But we don’t live together; he has his own life." John nodded his head and leaned a little closer to you.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?" 

"Mhm." One of his hands stayed on top of yours, and the other one suddenly fell on your leg. Your body tensed at the feeling of his fingers as they started to rub the bare skin of your inner thigh. You definitely didn’t expect it to happen. "I’ll take an Uber; we’ll go to my place, and we can continue our night. What do you think?"

"I didn’t want to—I mean, that’s not what I was looking for—I thought that we were going to just talk and drink, you know…" You tried to take his hand off of you, but his grip only became harder.

"Don’t try to run away now, baby." He grinned. "You dressed up for me, huh? Your tight little dress that shows your boobs says it all. You just want me." You felt goosebumps all over your body because of his look. It was intense and not as innocent as it was before. You felt disgusted because of his words. You wanted to look good, yes, but seducing him wasn’t part of your plan.

So what are you going to do now? You felt unsafe, and you didn’t know how you could escape this situation. He was obviously a creep, and he just wanted to have sex with you. You can’t go home because either he won't let you go or he might find out where you live.

 "O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You left without an answer. You really went to the restroom because the bar was half empty, and John would’ve definitely seen you going out. Luckily, the restroom was empty. You locked the door and looked at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your neighbor Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

Calling him in this situation was the last thing you wanted to do. Hell, he probably won’t even answer you because he thinks that you’re just his best friend’s little sister, and he’ll definitely make fun of you about this stupid date. But you had no other variants.

"Hello?" He picked up his phone almost immediately, and you even forgot what you wanted to say. "Y/N? Are you okay?" His deep voice was full of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"Yeah, he’s meeting with some girl he's been talking about for days. He’s probably really busy right now." He chuckled, and you felt like you were about to cry. Bucky must’ve heard your breathing change because he immediately went silent. "Doll? What happened?"

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me." 

"I’m at the bar. I’m on a date with a guy named John, and he became very persistent. He wants me to go to his place, but It’s- I’m not interested in this. And I can't just leave because I’m afraid that he can follow me and find out where I live… fuck I really don’t know what to do, and I wanted to ask Steve to pick me up." Your phone stayed silent for a few moments, and you already thought that he got tired of your mess and just ended the call. "Bucky?"

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It was not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time. 

"C’mon, let’s get you home, doll." He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bathroom to the bar, where you immediately saw a clearly annoyed John. You saw that Bucky looked at him too, but he stopped only when you were already on the street and when your bad date ran after you, loudly calling your name. 

"Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We were supposed to go to my place! You already found someone else to fuck or what?" He yelled, grabbing your other hand at the same time. You felt Bucky quickly move you behind him while still holding your wrist. 

"Don’t fucking touch her. She’s leaving, and if I ever see you near her again, I'll rip your useless hands off. Understood?" Bucky growled, straightening his body. He was obviously bigger than John, who was now less brave. John looked at you for a few seconds as he was thinking about what he should say to you, but then just turned around and left. Apparently, you weren't worth it.

You didn’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little (big) crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you couldn’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

"Bucky, no, what are you doing? You don’t have to; it’s not even that cold!" He just playfully rolled his eyes and still threw a jacket over your shoulders, leaving himself only in the tight black shirt. God, this man.

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent. The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled. 

"Oh, shut up. I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I'll take care of you. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

You felt weird as soon as you sat in the passenger seat. Bucky was so close, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if it was cold outside. Where should I put my hands? Hug him? Put it behind me? You awkwardly placed it on your own legs, and Bucky must’ve immediately felt your tense body because you heard a chuckle, and the next moment he grabbed your hands and put it around his waist. "You should put it right here, doll. You don’t wanna fall, do you?"

You slightly shook your head before you placed it on his back. It was really hard to control yourself when your hands were laying on his hard press. For fuck’s sake, he should be perfect everywhere, huh?

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

You don't know how long you were driving, but when Bucky finally pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt sad and happy at the same time. The ride was something else. This man almost gave you a heart attack when you stopped at a red light and he put his hand on your bare leg and asked if you were okay.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

You knew Bucky for only one month, but it was hard not to fall for him. He was an attractive, kind, and really generous man; you knew that he was like a part of Steve's family. Sometimes, when you visited your brother and accidentally met Bucky, for a few seconds you thought that maybe he finds you attractive. You always caught him looking at you.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"Thank you, Bucky." You said when you were finally free. "For this, for the jacket... You were probably very busy, and I just ruined your night by making you take care of me. Oh my god, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to forget about one person, and I thought that going on that stupid date would be a good idea, but it seems like the only thing that men want here is sex." You chuckled and watched to the ground.

"Now listen to me, doll." Bucky suddenly stepped closer to you, and you almost fainted when both of his hands took your face and forced you to look him right in the eyes. "You shouldn’t apologize for calling me. I was just hanging out with the guys from the garage, but as soon as you called me, I left everything because I can’t let you get hurt." He nervously licked his lips, and you hope that he didn’t notice how you stared at this movement. Bucky’s hands left your face and ended up on your upper arms. Did he come closer to me? "I don’t know who you were trying to forget about, but I hope that he or she is worth your time."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you. As soon as he made a distance between you two, you body started trembling.

"Is it someone from the garage?" His head was a little bit tilted to the side, and you knew that right now he wouldn’t shut up about it until you gave him a name. "Maybe Sam? Or Thor? Many girls like him, you know. Do you like show-offs like Stark? Or…"

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do. 

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

You weren't able to finish because a soft pair of lips interrupted you. One of Bucky’s hands cupped your face, lifting you up to his level, and another one laid on your waist. He was soft, warm, and gentle when his lips moved on top of yours. Your head was in the clouds, and it felt like your knees became weaker. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, completely melting into him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Your skin and your lips were so soft, he could smell your perfume and taste your sweet lip gloss. But he knew that he should stop and do it the right way. After a few seconds, he finally pulled away, but he put his forehead on yours, and it was so cozy, like you two were in a bubble.

"I’m sorry. Was this too much? I overstepped?" He licked his lips as if he were trying to get more of your taste. "I have been thinking about asking you out since the day I saw you. I wanted to do it right. To take you on a date, to be the gentleman that you deserve, and maybe get a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Sorry. I didn’t even know that you liked me." Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and you nuzzled into his neck, enjoying his scent.

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll. You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna keep you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Goodnight, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Only at home did you realize that you were still wearing his jacket. At least it was a good excuse for Bucky to see you again sooner. That night, you both ended up texting for hours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: 6th story is here, you all! Hope you like it!

Pairings: Itoshi Sae x Isagi's sis!Yn (Post Blue Lock tl)

Warnings: Reader uses she/her.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

🎄Dec 15th🎄

"Good game, you two." Luna smiled as he patted Isagi and Sae's backs. The duo silently nodded, one giving of a slight smile as he thanked the older, while the other let out a indifferent 'Thank you.'

Another game between Barcha and Re Al had finished, with the 2nd team winning. Both players showed a different level of excitement. While Isagi was elated, this being his first match and win in the new team, Sae was completely stoic about it. It was just another game for him at that point.

"Say, want to get some food?" Sae asked as Luna and the others left to go to God knows where. Isagi looked back at the older and shook his head.

"Nah, my big sis and I have plans to go and eat something together. Thank you for the invite." Isagi said politely, surprising Sae with his first statement.

"(Y/n) is here? I thought she was in Italy with Oliver." Sae said bluntly. Now it was Isagi's turn to look at Sae in surprise.

"Since when are you on 1st name terms with my sis? Do you two know each other?"

"No.... uh, you mentioned her a few times. The 1st name must have slipped out." Sae said, trying to rationalize it with Isagi.

'Right. He doesn't know that (Y/n) and I met each other years ago.' The red-head thought as the younger looked at him suspiciously for a moment.

"Ook? But it's still weird-"

"Yoichi!! That was a great game!" The younger got cut off by a very familiar voice and someone pulling him into a tight hug.

"Big sis! Did I make you wait too long? Sorry about that." Isagi smiled, turning his attention to (Y/n), Sae only watched them silently.

"Ah, not really. I had to go to the toilet and freshen up a little." (Y/n) said calmly, then pointed behind herself.

"Oh! By the way, those kids over there asked for you. They seem to be big fans." Isagi, intrigued, looked over to where she was pointing. And, true to her words, a group of kids were looking over at Isagi while holding papers and pictures.

"Uhm.. big sis..." Isagi said nervously.

"Just go and make their day, striker." She laughed, nudging Isagi into their direction. (Y/n) kept on looking at her brother as he approached the group and started talking to them, excited how relaxed her brother looked.

"So, you are here.... In Madrid." The older Isagi jumped in surprise as Sae moved to stand next to her, looking bored as usual.

"Ah~ Sae-san! Yeah, I am. Good game, you did amazing as usually." (Y/n) smiled at the taller, who silently nodded his head.

"Thanks. I wasn't much into the game tho, Barcha are easy to beat when they play against us."

"Really? They were doing good, too." (Y/n) said back.

"Maybe to watchers. For us players it was a different situation." Sae said back, causing the girl to blush in embarrassment.

"True... But,still! Amazing job. You and Yoichi make a solid duo on the field."

Sae nodded along, glancing at the younger Isagi before looking back at the older.

"Yeah, I am thankful you made him agree to join Re Al, and not some other team. But, enough of that. How have you been? I thought you were in Italy with Aiku." Sae held himself back from gagging at the other's name. He hated him ever since (Y/n) and Oliver got together again.

"Oh... I have been fine, and Oliver is back in Italy. We... we kind of decided to break it off." (Y/n)'s face dropped for a moment, something Sae took notice off.

"You two broke it off?" Sae repeated again, trying to hide the slight smile at those words. Now was not the time to be petty.

'I will do that later.' He thought.

"Yeah, we just didn't work out. I came here to Madrid for a little change because of that." She said absent-mindedly. Sae raised an eyebrow at that as an idea hit him, but as he was about to say something, the redhead noticed Isagi returning to where they were.

"Say, your number didn't change, right?"

"Hm? No, why?" (Y/n) asked, but before she got an answer Isagi came back.

"Sis, can we go and eat now? I feel like dying." Isagi said, grabbing (Y/n)'s wrist and pulling her away.

"Sure, but Sae-san, would you like to join us?" (Y/n) glanced at the older Itoshi, who shook his head.

"Nah, I am not hungry. Enjoy yourselves, you two."

Sae sent them a mysterious smile and turned to walk away, confusing the two Isagis.

"I will never understand Sae-san." Isagi pouted as (Y/n) chuckled a little, watching as the redhead walked off.

"True, but I guess it's part of his charm."

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Later that night, (Y/n) was back in the apartment her and Isagi were sharing for now, looking at her plans for tomorrow.

'So, tomorrow I have my first 3 shoots... I hope this goes well.' (Y/n) bit her lip nervously. Was this a good idea? Sure, modeling sounded like a lot of fun and the manager she found said she had a good future in this field, but...

"It's also so risky...but I need to find a job. I can't depend on Yoichi here." She sighed. (Y/n) was about to put the phone away when a message popped up.

"Huh? Sae?" (Y/n)'s eyebrow raised, remembering she never really deleted his number in all these years.

'Let's go and get lunch tomorrow. I have a day off.'

(Y/n) looked at surprise at the message, which confused her a little. Why was she surprised? Sae was always straight forward. And it's not like lunch meant anything. He probably just wants to thank her for helping him. Or, so she thought.

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The next day both met up at a local restaurant that wasn't far away from (Y/n)'s last shoot. The lunch had to turn into a dinner as (Y/n) finished later than expected.

"I am sorry again-"

"You apologized like 5 times. It's fine, I know that you can't control these things." Sae said calmly, finding her flustered expression both amusing and adorable.

"Still, let me pay for the food as an apology-"

"No. Now, let's talk about something else. Did you adjust well in Madrid?" Sae quickly changed the subject, resting his head on his hands.

"Yeah, I would say I am doing well so far. I have been here for a month and I can't complain. I just hope this modeling thing works out, so I can stop burdening Yoichi."

"I am sure it will. I mean, you do have the looks for it, and brain, too." Sae said nonchalantly.

"Thank you!" (Y/n) said back, fighting back another blush.

"I just don't want to go home yet... you know."

"Mhm." Sae nodded along as she spoke a little bit more.

"But enough about me. What about you, Sae-san? Aside from football, how has life been?"

"It's been good. Rin and I have been talking more and more lately."

"Really?! I am so happy to hear that. It would have been a shame if you kept that icy attitude around each other." (Y/n) smiled as Sae nodded along.

"It's been better. In fact, my life got a little bit better since yesterday."

(Y/n) blinked a little, surprised by the low tone he used.

"Well, I guess winning against your rivals does that." She said back and Sae fought the urge to slap his face.

'This girl is so oblivious!'

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This all happened exactly 6 months ago. By now, it was already December and Madrid was all but decorated and prepared to celebrate the coming holiday. Isagi had left the capital to visit Japan, and most of the team went back home. The only one who still stayed in Madrid was Sae. (Y/n) had planned to leave om the same day as her brother, but was held back by a last minute shoot. In the past six months her career has taken off too. Granted, it did take a while till some brands started hiring her to model their things, but it happened, and (Y/n) couldn't have been more greatful. She would still get flustered when Sae would tease her about a new billboard picture of herself. Speaking of which...

'Sae...' (Y/n) held back a blush as she walked towards their meeting spot. A small and secluded area at the Christmas market. Over the months they grew closer, and although (Y/n) didn't want to fall in love again, she did. Was it Sae's sense of humor? His personality? Looks? Or all of them together? (Y/n) really didn't know what exactly made her fall for him, but she did.

And although she wanted to say how she feels, she couldn't bring herself to do so. After the disaster with Oliver, she didn't want another one.

"That's what I get for forgiving a cheater..." (Y/n) sighed sadly, feeling her heart break a little.

'But... I really like Sae...'

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"You... you really didn't have to. I didn't get you anything." (Y/n)'s red was tomato red as she stared at the bouquet of roses that Sae gave her. Both were sitting on a bench, not looking at each other, only sending short glances once in a while.

"It's just flowers, you don't have to get me anything." Sae said softly, glancing at the her.

'Cute.' He smiled behind his scarf.

"But still, thank you. I didn't get flowers in years." (Y/n) smiled happily, causing Sae's smile to drop a little.

"Didn't Aiku buy you them? I thought boyfriends did that."

Surprised by both his words and the bitter tone, (Y/n) kept quiet for a moment.

"No... not really. But, I never really asked him to buy me them either." She answered truthfully.

"That's a stupid excuse. He shouldn't wait for you to tell him that, no wonder he is alone."

"Sae, aren't you being too harsh on him now?" (Y/n) asked softly, looking over at the older Itoshi. To her surprise, the footballer had quite the scowl on his face.

"I think I am not harsh enough. I mean, he cheated on you. He deserves it."

"It's in the past, I am over it."

"But I am not." Sae argued back, causing (Y/n) to go silent. The older Itoshi took this opportunity to finally say what he thought for years.

"I wasn't honest with you for all this time. Mainly because I know you just got out of a shitty relationship,but also because I didn't want to put all of my emotions on you at once." Sae took as deep, (Y/n) still looking at him.

"I liked you for a while now, and I distanced myself when you announced that you and Aiku are back together. I knew he would do something stupid again, but I really hoped I was wrong. For your own sake, (Y/n). But now, after all of this, I really can't hold it in me." Sae took a deep breath and looked away again. (Y/n) felt her heartbeath quicken as she registered his words.

'He...he likes me?!' She thought.

"I don't expect you to like me back or anything. I just hope we can stay friends if you don't feel the same. And, I hope you know that guys like Aiku aren't worth your time." Sae finished as (Y/n) looked away. Her emotions were all over the place, it was all so overwhelming. But amidst all the turmoil, somethings she couldn't deny were the relief and happiness she felt from Sae's words.

'I am such an idiot... but it had to be said. I would have gone insane if I kept it all to myself.' Sae thought. (Y/n) moved the bouquet to the side and inched closer to Sae, resting her head against his arm.

"I like you, too. I am glad it's mutual." Her words were quiet, but loud enough for Sae to hear them. He felt a soft smile grace his face as he leaned into her.

"Thank you..."

[meower44]

Scary Movie | Randal x Sebastian

Randal gets scared while watching a horror movie with Sebastian :3

(cross-posted on AO3 & Wattpad @meower44)

During the late evening hours in the Ivory household, Randal would never fail to think of odd activities for him and his lovely pet, Sebastian, to do to cure his boredom.

Which is why Sebastian was left very surprised when Randal proposed the idea of watching a scary movie together.

"Sebastiannn!", Randal cooed, clueing to the boy that the young Ivory had yet another exhilarating game for him to suffer through.

Randal burst through the bedroom door with a TV remote, his mouth formed in an odd shape resembling the number three.

He aggressively latched his grubby hand on to Sebastian's clammy one. Before Sebastian could wipe the beads of sweat forming on his forehead Randal had already dragged him to the living room couch.

"Now sit down like a good pet while I make us a yummy snack!" ,Randal beamed, stopping for a moment to slowly turn his head to Sebastian. "And don't move!", the boy added on, a sinister grin spreading across on face.

Per the cryptids orders Sebastian awkwardly sat down next to a seemingly spaced out Nyon. They both stared at the blank TV while listening to each other's breathing, one more nervous than the other.

Interrupting Sebastian's morbid thoughts was an annoying, "Kekeke..", coming from the kitchen, followed by a loud redhead stomping his way across the living room.

"You! Move! It's mine and Chicken Leg's movie night!", Randal yelled as he kicked Nyon's shin. His hands occupied with a huge bowl of...popcorn?

Nyon calmly stood up and walked into a random hallways abyss in silence, probably going to loaf on a tall shelf of some sort.

Everything about this movie idea seemed to upset Sebastian, which is fair considering how many times Randal has tricked him into playing a "normal" game, only for it to turn out to be horrifying and gory.

Sebastian sat with his brows furrowed, profusely sweating. This Randal took notice of. "...Hey, Sebby.", Randal said with a smug grin on his greasy face.

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the 100th corny nickname and looked up at the excited boy. Randal flopped onto the couch, some popcorn scattering around them in the process.

He was so close to Sebastian that he could feel his warm, slightly rank breath on his freckles. Randal set the popcorn onto the coffee table and placed a finger between Sebastian's brows.

Randal leaned in closer to the now even more suspicious boy and squinted his eyes. "What do you call an angry carrot?", he asked, a huge smile forming across his face.

Sebastian groaned. "What do you call an angry carrot, Randal?", he replied with one diamond shaped eyelid slightly twitching.

The sneaky redhead moved his finger from the middle of Sebastian's eyebrows, to the tip of his nose, giving him a strong boop while replying, "A steamed veggie!!"

Randal let out a stream of cackles and chokes in reaction to the punchline of his own joke. "HAHA! Ack..cough! Ha! Get it?! Kekeke! Your hair is orange-HA! And you're mad!! Huhu..."

Sebastian sat there silently. Mumbling a small, "Oh my god..", under his breath, more dumbstruck than anything. A small blush dusted across his face.

During Sebastian's trance of embarrassment, Randal had composed himself, turned on the TV, and wrapped one of Luther's homemade knitted blankets around the two.

Randal turned it to a random horror movie channel while snaking his arm around Sebastian's shoulder, forcefully pulling him closer.

Sebastian was now even more confused. Randal didn't usually share this much skinship with him. Something was off, something that wasn't the usual insane Ivory household kind of off.

The curly-haired redhead glanced over at the shorter boy and noticed a slight sweat breaking out across his face. Maybe even a hint of red...is he trying to play it suave right now?

Sebastian shrugged it off and directed his attention toward the small screen in front of them. A large title appeared with the words, "The Babadook", displayed on the screen.

Sebastian could feel Randal flinch.

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As the movie progressed, so did the grip on Sebastian's shoulder. Randal Ivory wasn't one to be afraid. The only thing that ever got even close to scaring him was his older brother.

Although the humanoid creature didn't appear on screen very often, something about its long fingers and humongous stature gave off the impression of Luther when he was livid, which frightened the cryptid quite a bit.

Surprisingly, Sebastian was unbothered, the exact opposite of his usual demeanor. In fact, he was so relaxed that he noticed the psychopathic boy next to him shaking.

Sebastian never really felt bad for Randal, whether he lost his Game Boy privileges for the week, or Luther made him sit in the "bad boy closet", it was no matter to Tomato Smith.

But something about the way he looked, clinging to the curly-headed ginger, shaking in fear, Sebastian found it a little cute.

Taking pity on the boy, Sebastian leaned his body on Randal's tenderly. The young Ivory's attention went from the movie, to the feeling of his pets warmth on his own cold skin.

"Keke..you scared already, Sebastian?, Randal teased, attempting to hide his own fear. Sebastian looked down, trying to suppress a small smirk. "Yeah, I'm real spooked...", he replied sarcastically.

Randal, not noticing the sarcasm, grinned confidently, bathing in yet another ego boost. "Do not fear, pet, I will protect you from the Babadookie!", Randal gleamed.

Sebastian looked away, giggling at the word choice. "Wow, thank you so much, Dark Prince, I'm forever in your debt.", he played along, earning a proud huff from Randal.

Maybe this freak wasn't so bad.

[scotianostra]

On June 6th 1944 Allied forces stormed the beaches of Northern France on what became known as D-Day.

There were no doubt many acts of bravery on that day when the tide started to turn against the Nazi regime that ultimately ended World War Two. I shall concentrate on one, but will also tell you about a German sniper that day and a wee tenuous brave Canadian.

‘Piper’ Bill Milllin landed on Sword Beach on the Coast of Normandy as part of the 1st Special Service Brigade in the second wave of the operation.

Pipers were banned from being on the frontline during the Second World War because of the number of casualties seen during the First World War. The enemy figured out that the piper helped boost morale to the Allied troops, and they were slaughtered because of this. This led the War Office to restrict their presence in camps as well as on the frontline.

Millin pointed this out to his Commanding Officer  Brigadier Lord "Shimi" Lovat  Fraser, hereditary chief of the Clan Fraser, who was a law unto himself. “Ah, but that’s the English War Office, Millin,” Lovat told him. “You and I are both Scottish so that doesn’t apply.”

As Bill Millin embarked from the landing craft and waded through chest high water making his way toward dry land, high above his head he carried his pipes, the only weapon he would need that day. Around him bullets flew, mortar shells exploded Bill_Millin1and his friends, comrades and countrymen died, but Bill carried onward.

It was what came next that made Bill Millin a legend! Lord Lovat, the Chief of Clan Fraser and Brigadier of the 2,500 commandos, instructed the 21 year old Bill Millin to fire up his pipes and play a tune to inspire the men. And with the five words ‘Give us “Highland Laddie” man!’, the Legend of ‘Piper’ Bill was born.

Amid the carnage and destruction Bill Millin played as he had never played before. While marching up and down the beach of Normandy, Millin played the tunes ‘Hielan’ Laddie’, ‘The Road to the Isles’ and ‘Blue Bonnets over the Border’, and at one point added ‘The Nut Brown Maiden’ for a redheaded French girl who had strayed out of her home.

The day would see Millin and his unit march four miles inland to a point known as Pegasus Bridge, which was a strategically vital point for the German 21st Panzer Division. D-Day was the turning point in the Allies’ battle against Hitler and ‘Piper’ Bill Millin stands a reminder of the bravery and sacrifice made by ordinary people in extraordinary times.

Facing the soldiers coming ashore that day was Horst Hrubesh, German machine gunner, he too can be seen as a hero of sorts, if you read the poem he penned, I will let you decide;

Scottish soldier play your pipes

Even though your in my sights

Just like me you have a wife

I aim above your head

For full five minutes i fire up high

Keep my bullets up in the sky

No mad piper, you will not die

I will not lay you dead.

Now at my Nazi captains call

He wonders why you do not fall

They drag me from my post in haste

Another gunner i am replaced

In a cell now i await

Whats sure to be a bloody fate

Jack boots stamp across the yard

By my cell with windows barred

Soldier friends i stood beside

Now gather in a long straight line

Blindfold no i did decline

To see their faces full of guilt

As they take my life for i shalt not kill.

Horst Hrubesh was German , but not a nazi, he paid the price for his act on D Day.

The third person to get a mention today is James M. Doohan who landed ashore at Juno beach. Later that day se would be shot 6 times, survive and go on to become Scotty on Star Trek.

Doohan was a commissioned lieutenant with the 14th Field Artillery Regiment of the 3rd Canadian Infantry Division, and was tasked with invading an area of Normandy code-named Juno Beach. As the meme states, Doohan successfully led his men across the beach littered with anti-tank mines, and also managed to take out two German snipers:

Lieutenant Doohan was however not shot by a German sniper. He had been shot by a nervous, trigger-happy Canadian sentry.

Doohan said. "We landed safely, thank God, through those Y-shaped steel barriers you see in the film, tracer bullets, all that, none of our men hurt, and dashed 75 yards to the 7-foot tall dunes," Doohan said. 

"Crossed a minefield, found out about it later: It was meant to blow up tanks, and we weren't heavy enough. Moved up through a down - hardly a town just a village - called Graye Sur Mer, saw a church tower that was a machine-gun post, firing off to our left. 

Doohan took out the machine-gun post with a couple of shots. "I don't know if they were killed or wounded, but it shut them up," he said.  The Canadian soldier later said he didn't notice the gunshot wounds in his legs until he got to the medic who told him;

'You also have four bullets in your left knee.' I said: 'Well, I walked here.'"

[bitethehnd]

hiii can I request something about a first date with jo??? so excited to read another from a new fic writer 💓

*₊˚ 🛼 𖦹 first date !

pairing : jo maskin x reader

synopsis : cute first date hcs with jojo!

cw : nothing, just fluff. let’s just pretend kelli doesn’t exist!

𖦹 i have so many scenarios running through my head but let’s start with the backstory. maybe you and jo met through the boys, you’re another artist or just a met cute at a coffee shop. i don’t know you pick!

𖦹 as soon as jo saw you, they were completely enamored. your hair bounced beautifully as you walked and your smile lit up the room. they just stopped and stared, to which katie saw and laughed loudly.

𖦹 katie went over to you and sparked up a conversation, you two getting along quickly. jo had an internal panic watching katie talk to you, the redhead pointing towards jo’s direction. they walked over to you and introduced herself. katie quietly slipped away as you two hit it off. jo ended up asking for your number and that led to the first date.

𖦹 i feel like jo would plan something so cute for the first date. i can definitely see them taking you to a carnival / amusement park…

𖦹 would try to win a stuffed animal you were not so suddenly eyeing. it was one of those booths with tossing the ring onto a bottle. they’re not the most coordinated (que up all the clips of them falling on stage) so i think they would probably not win and be sad they couldn’t impress you. to you it didn’t matter, you thought jo was absolutely adorable.

𖦹 would scoff when they didn’t win the ring toss, saying “these games are fucking rigged anyway.” you go up to throw next and land every ring on the bottle. they just stand there like🧍😦 as the worker hands you the stuffed animal. you clutch your new prize to your chest and give her a triumphant smile.

𖦹 next up you guys go on some rides. you two go on the tea cups and you were expecting a nice, leisurely ride. you guess wrong! jo spins you guys as fast as she possibly can and you almost throw up. you guys had to take a break after that, jo trying to stifle her giggles at your disheveled state.

𖦹 going on the carousel and trying to pick the prettiest horses <333

𖦹 you guys definitely go in the fun house and take silly pictures. takes a picture of you in those distorted mirrors and posts it to their story. when you guys are in front of a mirror that stretches the reflection, they definitely pull up their sleeve and flex, the muscle appearing bigger in the fun mirror. you laugh and slap their shoulder while they wink at you.

𖦹 they hold your waist as you guys walk through the crowd, trying not to lose you in the swarms of people.

𖦹 they insist on buying you funnel cake, you two sharing one plate. they rip a piece off and hold the end in their mouth, wanting to do the lady and the tramp kiss. you laugh and, of course, comply. who wouldn’t want to kiss jo?

𖦹 lastly, they take you on the ferris wheel when the sun sets. the wheel stops at the top as you gaze at the view, but she’s looking at you. they go over and sit next to you on the other side, slowly leaning in for a soft kiss. it was the perfect way to end your date.

© bitethehnd

[roseharpermaxwell]

RWRB FirstPrince Tech-Based Fun Recs

Texting, Online Dating, Instagram, Wrong Number, etc. Click below for my favorites!

my husband by @coffeecatsme. T, 750 words. This isn’t the first time Alex roped Henry into a TikTok prank—there are videos of there with millions of views and enough compilations of Henry’s exasperated face that it’s become a meme.

Or, Alex ropes Henry into the latest TikTok couple prank.

Toe the Line by @orchidscript. G, 1k. Henry plays piano while Alex studies. Alex gets caught live-streaming. Henry has a response handy.

swipe right on me by coffeecatsme. T, 1.3k. Henry is scrolling through a profile—a redhead with freckles and a toothy grin that apparently made gym his personality. Alex almost wants to cry when Henry swipes right. Then, there’s the brunette he swipes left on, the Asian man with a dog he lingers before he swipes left as well, and then—

Alex drops his pen on the desk. That’s his profile.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married by vibrantsaturn. T, 1.3k.

Prince Henry @PrinceHenryUK I adore you so much, darling. Never change.

 

Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcd that's cute i would literally go to federal prison for you

call it what you want by vibrantsaturn. T, 1.9k. Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcd

guys it's 3am and i just found henry crying to taylor swift in the kitchen in the refrigerator light i love this motherfucker so much

Prince Henry @PrinceHenryUK

She makes me feel things.

Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcd

BABY SHE MAKES ALL OF US FEEL THINGS

william @alltoounwell

THERE'S NO WAY HE JUST CALLED PRINCE HENRY MOTHERFUCKER LMAO

or,

Alex live tweeting his favourite FirstPrince moments. That's it. That's the fic.

let's be friends (so we can make out) by eclvpsed. NR, 2.2k.

Henry Fox ✓ @HenryFox Thanks for the cover feature @gaytimes. New issue out now. 19K Retweets 26.1K Quotes 118K Likes

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alex claremont-diaz ✓ @theacd no guillotine could take away the head i need to give him 76.2K Retweets 55.6K Quotes 462K Likes

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OR, actor!Alex Claremont-Diaz publicly thirst tweets about actor!Henry Fox because he is a delinquent and a plague in every universe.

watch before it ends by @indomitable-love. G, 2.4k. He should be working on this essay so he can spend more time with Henry this weekend. He really, really should be working on this essay. But.

But.

Henry is going live on Instagram.

Bold Statement by regularis_vas. T, 2.4k. Alex attends Milan Fashion Week with Nora and June. they arrive outside the Dior fashion show and let’s say… Alex turns heads.

Or

Alex goes shirtless, Ellen nearly has a stroke and the internet goes wild. (So does Henry)

A Thousand Words by Thunder_Cakes. G, 2.5k. After that Han/Leia mural both their accounts go silent for a while. For months, actually. They’re both in therapy after Alex tried to post a selfie with June after election night and had a panic attack before he could hit “Share.” Suddenly the thought of sharing the details of his life and loved ones with the world is paralyzing. Wonder why.

or: Alex, Henry and what they choose to share of their life

spread (me on your) sheets by @everwitch-magiks. E, 2.6k. Alex creates a sex quiz to determine how well people’s bedroom preferences align with his own. After a night of too much tequila, he sends it to a lot of people.

One blond, blue-eyed respondent scores a hundred. - Also, companion fic Alex Claremont-Diaz’s Comprehensive Coitus Questionnaire by stutteringpeach (M, 2.6k). 

come pick me up by @smc-27. T, 3k. ‘I’m here for you’

He can tell that the person will receive that as a text message as well as in the app, which is a relief because sometimes people like, order rides then absolutely pay no fucking attention to the app. It’s really annoying to have to wait forever for folks.

’Thank you. I’m going through a difficult time currently, so this means a lot.’

Alex stares at the message he received, frowning, and then another comes through.

‘Apologies. I’ve lost all my contacts. Who is this?’

Oh, Christ. This is going to be awkward as fuck.

’This is your Uber driver. I’m outside.’

OR, Alex is an Uber driver. Henry needs a ride the airport.

freddie by @coffeecatsme. T, 3.3k. “Didn’t know BuzzFeed was still relevant enough to do interviews.” He watches a grin spread on Henry’s face, and the glint in his eyes is enough to tell Alex that whatever it is, it’ll at least be fun. “What?” he asks, tugging Henry’s hands. “What is it?”

“They just might be relevant enough for this.” Henry’s palms close around Alex’s cheeks, brushing his curls away. “They asked whether we’d be interested in doing a puppy interview.”

Something To Be Proud Of by @cha-melodius. M, 3.3k. Henry stares at the carbon copy of the email in his inbox and wills time to go backwards. Just a few minutes, that’s all he needs. Enough time to go back and keep autocorrect from transforming whatever he’d typed after ‘he’ in his pronouns after his name into… that.

(Or, an unfortunate typo in an email, lots of dick jokes, and the joy of finding yourself at Pride.)

how would you feel if i told you i loved you? by @waterloolovers. NR, 3.3k. He lasts all of five minutes before he’s opening the link to start a message to Alex. ‘I have been in love with you since the moment I first saw you, but I’m too scared to tell you x’

twitter fox hunting by alyaasca. T, 3.5k. In the middle of another war with twitter bots, Alex notices that the comment 'my pussy in bio' comes from a weird account and goes to explore. There is, indeed, a pussy in bio. A furry one. A cat named Snowflake.

well we're not here to fuck ducks by @dumbpeachjuice. M, 3.7k. Henry is looking for someone to help him with his duck study. He makes quite a serious typo in his 'All Staff' email.

kiss me through the phone by violetbaudelairequagmire. M, 3.9k.

[Unknown Number] *Attached image: a shirtless, tanned torso, cropped at the top of shoulders, holding up two brightly patterned ties* which 1?

Excuse me?

or, Alex accidentally texts the wrong number and then just never stops.

i would stay forever by vibrantsaturn. T, 4.5k.

Henry Fox @HenryFox I can’t stand him [alex covered in cake, flipping off the camera]

 

Pez  @likethesweets send help they’re flirting on the tl

 

Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcd  you know i love a london boy

Three times is a pattern by @clottedcreamfudge. T, 4.8k. “Hi,” an amused voice says on the other end of the line. “You’re through to Alex at L&G. Can I start by taking your name please?”

“Henry,” he admits, although the lure of a false name is calling to him like a siren song. “I’m – look, how long were you on the line just now?”

There’s a pause before the man answers. “I’m legally obligated to advise you that these calls are recorded for training and monitoring purposes. Is that enough of an answer?”

Henry just about manages not to swear. “Thank you. Unfortunately that is very clear.”

“Great. How can I help you today, Henry?”

He wonders if they offer euthanasia.

One Number Away by smc_27. T, 4.9k. “Hello?” a confused sounding voice on the other end of the line says.

It is not Pez. Pez doesn’t answer like that. With the fanfare of “my dearest Hazza” or “my sweet prince” or “you absolutely unforgivable scoundrel.” Only the first of these has any root in truth or accuracy.

Also, Pez is not American.

“I’m sorry. You’re not…Not Pez. Right. I’m sorry.”

OR: Henry dials a wrong number. Alex answers.

if evil, why so cute? by everwitch. E, 5.4k. Alex’s cat hates Alex, but loves Henry, the Bookstagram influencer who’s on vacation in Alex’s quiet seaside town. And while Alex is pretty salty about his grumpy cat’s inexplicable affection for a complete stranger, he must admit he can see the appeal; Henry is fucking gorgeous. It’s why Alex follows him on Instagram in the first place. It's just, Alex had never thought he’d be officially introduced to Henry by his own goddamn cat.

Or: Henry takes a two-week vacation to a seaside cabin with the intent to read a lot of books. Instead, he has a lot of sex.

Are You Screwing With Me? by @rmd-writes. E, 6.5k. Alex is only downloading Grindr because he’s curious. It doesn’t fucking mean anything, right? And when he answers a call for help from a very hot neighbour – who has no business having a shoulder-to-waist ratio like that – he’s just being friendly. It definitely doesn’t mean that he’s going to discover things about himself that he’d assumed were just passing curiosity.

Or, the Grindr meet-cute AU

I hope you don't mind that I put it down in words by knowledgeiscake. T, 7.2k. NBC News @nbcnews Journalist Alleges First Son Alexander Claremont-Diaz Cheated with Him on Vice President’s Granddaughter Nora Holleran

An epistolary fic blending the book and movie verses where ACD gets outed by Miguel before Philip and Martha's wedding even happens

(Door)Dash to the Heart by bleedingballroomfloor. M, 8.1k. The man looks up when Henry opens the door. "Henry?"

Henry clears his throat. "That's me," he manages.

"Cool," the man says. "You're making me hungry for breakfast with this order, man. Which is bad for me, because my breakfast is usually just coffee, and there's no way I can drink that this late."

"Uh," Henry says. He's pretty sure dashers don't talk this much during orders.

"Anyway," the man says, handing the bag of food to Henry, "enjoy your night."

Five times Henry gets late-night food from his insanely hot DoorDasher Alex, and one time they get food together at a normal time.

Bake It Til You Make It by OrchidScript. T, 8.4k. The chaos dead-ended in a linked TikTok video. By the looks of it, just a pasty-faced white dude in a tee shirt with a mug of… something. Why that would be interesting to anyone, Alex didn’t know and didn’t guess. He rolled his eyes and clicked on it anyway.

“Are you serious?” He asked, a second later dissolving into laughter. The video froze, a small banner appearing over a stagnant image reading 'Man Pleasing Appetizers 1971'.

Blondie was a Brit, and Alex wasn’t going to lay there and say that didn’t do something for him. He’d come to terms with his bisexuality enough to know that made the stranger hotter — even just the littlest bit. Especially when the video started rolling again

Alex falls down the rabbit hole of an H.J. Fox's Tiktok videos, falling a little bit in love with the terrors and treasures of cooking past he finds there, while recovering from a sinus infection. Back in class and confronted by H.J. Fox -- Henry Fox, to be exact -- in the lecture seat next to him, Alex does what any normal, well-adjusted adult would do: He suggests his recipes, just to watch Henry make them.

Will Alex get to watch his cake and eat it too, or will he get something sweeter than hoped for? 

Amazed at How We Talk (Once, Successfully) by @sparklepocalypse. E, 8.7k. And, well. Fuck that guy. Alex isn’t about to rub elbows with people who can’t even stand to be in the same room as him.

Alex isn’t sulking when he sidles up to the bar and steals a man’s whisky. He also isn’t sulking when he obtains a second glass, this one neat. Or when he snags a large plate of canapés from one of the waitstaff and nonchalantly strolls out of the room.

(Movieverse; a riff on the trope that asks, What if Cakegate didn't happen?)

The importance of the 'recall email' feature by clottedcreamfudge. E, 9.6k. "What did that email even say?" Bea interrupts him again, and he glares at her.

"He was asking for an extension."

"Scandalous," she says drily, and he rolls his eyes, stealing the umbrella from her mocktail and wondering whether or not he could use it to end his misery.

"He... addressed me in a fairly comical way. It was quite rude, but apparently unintentional. We've all been there."

Pez nods solemnly. "I once called my tutor 'Carrie' when in fact her name was 'Carey'. Incredibly embarrassing. I couldn't look her in the eye for a week."

"Er, yes," Henry says haltingly. "Yes, just like that." 

Well It Ain't Missionary by @everwitch-magiks. E, 11k. Alex Claremont-Diaz, a ballet dancer, is asked to list his ‘favorite positions.’ His hilariously suggestive answer goes viral, as does the unexpectedly flustered reaction to it by the Internet’s very own FoxySexEd. So obviously, Alex has to slide into Henry’s DMs. How could he resist? When a man that attractive wants your dick, only a fool would pass.

Henry is surprising. He wants to be pushed around, thrown for a loop, and he wants Alex to do it for him. But whenever Alex tries to soften his landing, Henry clams up like he’s been burned.

Alex can work around that, obviously. He's a dancer. If you're gonna toe the line just right, pointe shoes are a must.

Or: Alex and Henry fuck. Not in missionary.

whenever you're ready by @tedddylupin. E, 12k. “Pez. Please, will you stop tagging me in TikTok thirst traps?” Henry asked as he stepped into his friend’s car.

Pez lowered his Gucci sunglasses on his nose, looking at Henry without anything obscuring his vision and just laughed before pushing them back up with his middle finger. “Don’t fucking lie to me, I know you love them.”

Or: the one where Henry falls in lust with a TikToker making pottery and leaves drunken thirst comments

once, successfully by vibrantsaturn. M, 12k. Grindr, once (un)successfully, etc., etc.

misdial by rizcriz. T, 13k. His phone starts ringing as he’s wringing the coffee out of his shirt in the tiny coffee shop bathroom. He groans, sliding his finger over the answer button as he pulls his shirt up. “June,” he says, as politely and patiently as he can muster, “Now’s really not a great time.”

A distinctly male voice that does not belong to his sister, says, “Er.” He drops his chin and looks down at the counter, where a blond haired beauty is staring up at him from a facetime call. In the top corner, Alex can see what the man sees; himself, partially shirtless, standing over the phone, his abs dripping with coffee.

Alex has no idea who the fuck this man is.

Or, the facetime call that changed Alex's life.

Everyone Knows Who You Are by smc_27. T, 26k. Look, it’s not that he doesn’t feel influencers deserve representation or have complex management needs. It’s just any time he’s met with an influencer, he’s not only had next to nothing in common with them, but he’s also got no bloody clue what they’re talking about half the time. It’s a world far away from the one he typically resides in. He deals with authors and musicians and the occasional up and coming tennis player or gymnast or swimmer. His niche.

He walks into Conference Room B and sees Alex Claremont-Diaz sitting there in a smart black button down shirt, unbuttoned just enough to be devastating but not inappropriate. Henry’s boss is there, too.

When Alex sees Henry, he smiles, but also gives a discreet look up and down. Oh, god. No.

We’ll Invite Something In by smc_27. E, 26k. Alex is grinning a little too hard.

This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.

The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Ignite My Heart by @absoluteaudacitywrites. M, 30k. “So, I’m making you an account and we’re going to swipe right on some men and you can thank me later,” Pez says.

The 'We met on Tinder' AU

RWRB YouTube Interviews series by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. M, 31k. Hot Ones, etc

Hashtag Soulmates by everwitch. E, 44k. Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

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Master List of RWRB FirstPrince Recs

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[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 327: A Saturday at Melissa's, p2 (12pm: Dr. J)

And that’s how I found myself gripping her big pink double-K-cup bra, walking down the stairs, periodically drawing a deep breath from it.

I’d woken again another hour later, mortified to find my face still pressed into the right cup of the bra she’d left me on her pillow aside me. She figured I’d want  “to snuggle with it”. I’d certainly more than snuggled with it and quickly realized I’d need to clean myself and - best I could - these sheets. I’d peeled my face out, left the bra behind, and made it to the en-suite bathroom. Just a lav for a guest room but the ceiling soared, a skylight brightening white walls, chrome fixtures and beautiful pale stone tile work naturally. A big tub with multiple jets that looked like it could seat five dominated one corner, but it was in the separate glassed-in shower that I found myself getting a little queasy. I’d needed to clean myself off, but even the nicely warm water from the overhead rain head couldn’t  wash away my building nausea. I recognized the feeling, hoping I wouldn’t start retching as I toweled off, and was drawn back to the bed.

Oversized towel around my undersized waist, I’d realized that I’d begun to feel better the closer I got to the bed. When I sat down, on Melissa’s side of the mattress, and gathered some sheets in my fist to bring them to my face my stomach actually settled a little bit, breathing her in. It smelled like her, and made me feel better. Her perfume, or maybe her laundry detergent, must have some anti-nausea properties? I’ll have to ask her about that, I decided, and took another deep breath. That’s pretty helpful. Indeed, as soon as I stood up, left the bed, my nausea returned.

In the meantime, I’d known I couldn’t spend the day nakedly wrapped in a towel. I needed to get down to the laundry where Melissa said she’d done my clothes. I’d looked at the bra she’d left me, recalled how the smooth, perfumed inner surface of the right cup had embraced my face. The thought was mortifying but I didn’t know if I had a choice. Besides, there was no one else here to see me. And so there I was, on the stairs…

I took another deep breath from the inner surface of her silky-smooth, double-K-cup underwire and finally reached the bottom of the stairs. White, waffle-weave towel around my waist, there was little hiding the other embarrassment of yet another erection tenting my erstwhile skirt; each breath from her bra indeed seemed to fortify it. 

Again, thank god I was alone. I was looking for the downstairs laundry and found myself wandering, bra-to-face, giving myself another tour. I meandered through the kitchen, saw the great room where we’d spent some time last night, and walked by a display table on which a number of framed photos sat. There were a number on the wall, as well.

I’d say ‘aw, adorable’ usually when finding family photos, obviously arranged by a proud mom, but whoah. These were not awkward high school portraits, or crying toddlers on Santa’s lap. Pictures of Melissa as a teen, alongside those of a redhead who I assumed was the sister she’d mentioned in passing, were far beyond ‘adorable’. She’d obviously been a hottie right out of the gate, and her sister no slouch either.. Frozen, now gawping and feeling my cock rise even further and threaten to tear the thin towel from my waist, I barely registered the few blank spaces on the wall where pictures had been taken down, or the actual empty frames on the table. No pictures of any hints of parents or other family members, either. Not even a family pet. There was a cat around here somewhere, right?

Weird, I finally thought, but still found myself gripping my cock through the towel and mindlessly picking up the school-girl shot of Melissa from behind the others. I gripped myself, stroked, and tried to make out the titles of the books she was holding, or find the hint of bra through her uniform. Just a quick one, I thought to myself, as I inhaled again from the inside of her bra cup and drifted over towards the couch, one to clear the head…

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[itsbrucey]

*holds up another microphone* Do Jonah and Lorraine end up meeting or are they just in the same world? And are there any fun facts about them? Or any ocs of yours?

My number one fan :]

They're not in the same world!!! Sorry I should've clarified that,,

I have a couple separate oc worlds! There's Lorraine's, Jonah's, Eli's, The Forgotten Realms ( for Vio + the other D&D OCS), Vali/Barley's, and then a "Main World" for the rest of my ocs.

Lorraine, Jonah, and Eli ( along with the additional ocs they respectively have) have their own worlds bc they have like. A Story/Lore and the others like Barren, Roxie,Caspian, Dulcie, etc. exist but don't have a narrative. Eli's story is fairly open ended/continuous but he does have like story arcs ( Pre-capture, Capture, Post-capture, and then Zoo)

Because of this, Lorraine and Jonah will never "meet" official bc they Can't. But I still would like to draw them hanging out or interacting bc I love them.

Um some fun facts! ( Cut to reduce scrolling)

Lorraine is the eldest child of three! That's why she took over leader responsibilities + inherited her father's spear

Jonah was essentially born an adult; shes aware of this and has mixed feelings on it. Physically and mentally she's in her 20's.

The sky island is above the clouds in altitude and it's extremely cold + windy for essentially all of the seasons. Making winter wear and thick clothing is a big part of the culture for the villagers ( long padded gloves + scarves are especially popular and important gifts)

Jonah basically didn't wear clothes until she escaped the facility. Didn't need to + the scientists felt that it could be a potential hazard during trials ( getting caught in machinery mainly ) but they let her keep the hair most of the time

Most of my OCS don't have voice claims, but a couple do! Marley's is Jenny Nicholson from YT, Dulcie's is Becky Blomfield from MilkTeeth, and Eli's is maybe Donald Glover as Marshall Lee ( Eli's may change though !!)

Eli is Brazilian, Licorice is Blasian, and Anthony is half Vietnamese

Dulcie had a boyfriend through late highschool and college, but they had a rather....messy breakup when she realized she was a lesbian and broke down over it. They're on better terms now though!! ( Still not great terms)

Buster and Brutus are fraternal twins and look fairly similar. They used to get confused more often before Brutus transitioned + changed his makeup look to be more "unique" ( he basically just does a messier version of his sister's). They're also both Giant Clown Wrestlers in a circus LMAO

Marley/Lewis/Eli have the most aus out of my ocs: Holy, MSM, and Human. The Holy au is where Eli is a demon who makes a pact with Marley, a nun, and they fight demons together. Lewis used to have a pact with Eli but broke it. MSM is Mad Scientists Marley, where it's basically Victor Frankenstein but with a small redheaded woman and her massive pet snake. And the Human au is What If Eli Was Just A Human. And him and Marley and Lewis could do Human Stuff

Marley is vegetarian but Eli is NOT ( used to have a real bad habit of. Eating people. But he's better now! Now he's a big fish + boar guy)

Vali is based off a Laysan Albatross + acts as a air taxi between islands for pay

Licorice is mute and communicates primarily in ASL but does use writing occasionally if someone isn't fluent in sign/she needs them to remember something

[bulletproofbanditsorbust]

On the Run

apr 7th, 2021

Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley

Word count: 627

Warnings: None! Just some language and bad manners 😂

Summary: A rapid presentation of Russell Davon, an original character from a Cyberpunk Dystopian AU I have been working on with @arnold-layne (yes I’m gonna tag you everytime I’ll make content about them lmao), while he’s escaping a gang he stole some goods from. Plus an appearance of Dylan!

A/N: Sooo in the structure I go to there’s a club of creative writing of some sorts, and this week’s exercise was about coming up with a character and basically tell as much as we could about them in a few pages in less than an hour, inserting them in a context, narrating how their life is etc. and you BET YO ASS I would talk about my OC’s!! I felt pretty proud about it so I decided to translate it and post it here too. Excuse the vagueness (it was just an exercise after all) and any grammar/syntax errors or redundancy, I’m trying I promise :^)

Russell ran through the lanes of the suburbs of Rhinestone City with his heart pounding in his chest. His red hair, shoulder-length, irregularly cut, was a burning flame that warmed and colored the street in an instant for passersby, and a bullfighting cloth for the armed-to-the-teeth henchmen who were chasing him at breakneck speed. Russ grinned: he knew it. He knew how pissed off it made them, to realize that they got screwed over once again by a brat, a stupid punk who has no sense of danger or self-preservation instinct. Food was scarce for everyone here (let alone money), every day there were people dropping like flies dying of starvation — “… But better them than me,” Russ told himself as he jumped over an old abandoned stall, clutching the loot he took from his chasers under his clothes. While looking back, he pushed some pallets to the ground to create obstacles for his pursuers, unwilling to stop to catch his breath. He heard them cursing at him as he turned the street’s angle. He had to stop himself from laughing.

It was a cold, dreary morning and Russell could feel it through his jacket, pants and boots, all in leather (the latter stolen from “A special forces cop,” Russ claims), but a rainy day certainly would not have discouraged this stubborn child of the streets to want to survive another day. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and he was determined to keep his streak of being the dog that eats and doesn’t get eaten.

Russell sped through another corner, and then another, ending up in one of the main streets where people were pouring into; finally, he could slow his pace down and blend into the crowd.

Suddenly, there was a whistle, and a familiar voice called his name. The boy turned toward the sound: it was Dylan, looking out the window on the second floor of a building in an alley nearby, filled with dumpsters and garbage blocking the other end. Russell nodded to him with a smile, but in the meantime, another much less friendly voice declared that he had “found the little bastard” and incited his mates to come there faster. Shit. He had to think quickly. The boy sprinted toward his friend — olive skin, dark-brown mohawk with a red bandana on his forehead, eyes glistening in excitement —, who promptly held out his hand to him. No questions asked, not a word said: considered the number of times they’ve both been in similar situations, there was no need for those extra pleasantries. Nasty Redhead* quickly walked up a flight of rusted fire escape stairs. Then, with a leap, the punk grabbed Dylan’s arm and scrambled through the balcony, landing clumsily on his partner in crime, making the ladder collapse beneath his feet with a deafening crash of metal. The two boys watched it fall on top of the bunch of apes who were after Russell, leaving them stunned and with a dumb, dazed expression on their faces. Russ and Dylan looked at each other for a second, and immediately burst out laughing for the adrenaline rush, giving each other high-fives and pats on the back. Meanwhile, the gang was still under them, spewing empty threats at both. Dylan leaned over the windowsill, raising both middle fingers with a shit-eating grin. Russell did the same with one hand — fit into a mucky fingerless glove —: he first touched the finger with his lips and then he directed it to the mugs below, imitating a blown kiss, but less elegant.

Once again, Russell Davon had looked death in her eyes and laughed in her face.

*Nasty Redhead: transl. from Italian, “Rosso Malpelo”, a nickname which combines Rosso (red) with Malpelo (literally “evil hair”), as Sicilians believed that people with red hair were malicious and had an evil disposition. It became a common saying in the Italian language after Sicilian novelist Giovanni Verga published a short story with this title in 1878. (A/N: when I wrote this in Italian I thought the nickname would fit Russ very well so I used it, shame it got kinda lost in translation)

[writerpeach]

Who are your top 10 bias/idols right now? Doesn’t have to be purely visuals.

Hyewon/Xiaoting

I refuse to pick a proper number one, they're both painfully attractive and its impossible to rank one over the other.

Hyewon is such a babe, and her thirst trap pics on insta are everything I've wanted in life. I think she's the member whos thrived the most post IZ*ONE disband. Shes been able to show her true self on her youtube channel, and her charm really stands out.

And Xiaoting? Sheeeesh. The very definition of hot girl shit. Like a RKO she came out of nowhere and attacked my bias list and turned it upside down. Xiaoting single-handedly made me care about a group I swore I wouldn't give the time of day to, and she had the audacity to become a redhead? Honestly she's so rude.

2. Kazuha

How do you even start to describe a goddess like Kazuhot? Initially didn't give her a chance because Kkura supremacy, but never been so happy to have my mind changed. She checks all the right boxes for a peach bias—tall, thick thighs, and a sexy ass deep voice? There's no turning back now, peace was never an option.

3. Eunbi

Mommy has dropped a little in rank, but she still makes my femdom fantasies go wild. She looks extra pretty with short hair and those mommy milkers always look so good, and even better smothering my face.

4. Sakura

I don't have much to say, she's really standing out in Lesserafim, and her mommy vibes are growing out of control. I don't exactly have confidence in anything HYBE is doing, but I'm so glad to see her on stage again. As a great man once said, Kkura is Kkura.

5. Arin

She's the cutest (and most ruinable) girl in existence?? The simping is real, and if for some reason you chose some random idol because you heard their song in a valorant clip over Arin in a bias game, you should rethink your life.

Then there's her body, her breeding hips, delicious thighs, and those cheeks that are always out like she's allergic to covering them up? Arin is perfect.

And yeah, she's technically number five, but as another great man once said "Who better than Arin?" Nobody, that's who. Increase your lifespan by stanning Choi Yewon.

6. Saerom

The english language doesn't have enough words to describe how hot Saerom is.

She has it all, the best ass in kpop, an incredible tummy, nice tits, hiiiips, thighs, and to top it all off she's incredibly gorgeous, with an adorable voice.

7. Yena

I'm running out of things to say at this point, but Yena has the best lips in kpop and inspired pet.

8. Sana

Sana will always have a special place in my heart even though I don't really care about Twice much anymore. She's my comfort food, something I'll always think of when I'm burned out. Sana milf, Sana hot, Sana wild in bed, Sana now needs a new job because she doesn't want to work at a pachinko parlor in Tokyo.

9. Luda

Luda very smol, very cute, and very breedable.

10. Somi

Somi the ultimate bimbo, please return to pre-nerf patch. Signed, the entire kpop smut community.

[giggly-squiggily]

Eyyyoo!!!^^ Tysm for the tickletober prompt you sent! I figured I would send in one to you as well if that's ok! How about number 28: Distraction, with platonic Bokuto and Hinata? I absolutely love their dynamic lol. No pressure tho, and I hope you have an amazing day! 💖

Day 28: Distraction

Hey friend! :D It's always okay seeing you here in my Inbox! Thank you for taking my prompt! :D

So- baby disclosure: I have no idea when this is set manga timeline wise. All I know is at some point Atsumu, Sakusa, Bokuto and Hinata all end up on the same team and it spoke to me for this prompt. The setting's incredibly vague so there's no spoilers ahead, but I thought I should just throw that out there (I'm writing this in September- we'll see if I've caught up in the manga by the time this is posted aerkjkerjkaejr)

I hope you like it! :D

“Ayo, Bokuto!” Hinata called from across the gym, grinning cheekily. “BLEGH!”

“Ayo, Hinata!” He yelled back, “BAHHH!”

The redhead collapsed in giggles, nearly toppling over Sakusa in the process. All these years later and they still act like children. Today’s endeavor? Making loud noises at one another between practice sets to see who’ll mess up first.

It was tied now- so far neither man had missed.

That was all about to change.

“Bokuto! Bokuto!” Hinata called, eyes dancing with glee. He took a breath, folding his hands around his mouth.

“Hooo-PFFFT!”

What started as an owl hoot quickly dissolved into a loud mouth fart. Atsumu wheezed from across the way, Sakusa looked disgusted, and Bokuto burst into laughter, the volleyball he meant to hit soared harmlessly overhead.

“HA! I win!” Hinata cheered, jumping around joyfully as Bokuto took everything in, eyes widening. “You got distracted, Bo! I win, I win I win win win!” Hinata laughed as he looked at Sakusa, shaking him excitedly. “You saw that, right?”

“Don’t get me involved!” The taller man backed up from the other just as Bokuto came charging up, grabbing Hinata in a bearhug so swiftly he swung him off his feet. “Good luck, Hinata.”

“You little sneak, you distracted me!” Bokuto playfully roared, spinning Hinata around again and again, fingers finding all his tickle spots. “That was a cheap shot!”

“Fahahahharts are allohhohohoohoohohwed!” Hinata declared through his giggle fit, kicking his legs as he squirmed in the other’s arms. “I wohohoohohn fahahhair and squahahhahahare!”

“Maybe, but I’m not going down that easily!” Bokuto retorted, moving a hand to Hinata’s belly and clawing, earning a shriek. “Take that, and this! And especially that!”

“They haven’t changed at all, have they?” Atsumu laughed beside Sakusa, shaking his head as Hinata got wrecked. “Still kids all these years later.”

“You were on the floor cry laughing at the fart noise.” Sakusa reminded him. “Don’t start acting like a wise mentor now.”

Before long, Sakusa joined Hinata in his laughing fit.

I hope this was good!

[threeclockkeeperlovereal]

I think it's hilarious and frustrating that we don't know what the hell the Clock Keepers are. Apologies in advance for ranting here and the long post!

Like, this is what we know about these bitches first.

School Mystery Number One, the Clock Keepers, is the oldest supernatural among them and governed over time, which is goddamn powerful if you ask my simping ass.

Location of their boundary? We don't know because of Hanako's perverted question.

(But I read some fanfictions here and there and often, the writers had it put around the old office of the Kamome's Headmaster which I guess makes sense considering that the Headmaster and Number One are the leaders – well, probs former leader for the latter. I had a feeling that Kako was replaced due to the conditions between the deal of this God and Hanako – after all, God will grant Hanako's wish but how did he and Tsukasa know about this? Did Hanako had a deal with the Red House-entity instead of the Seven Wonders-God?)

Yorishiro? No as well.

(But I read the idea from another user that it could be possible that it might be a clock winding key, which I liked because it does make sense ngl.)

Roles? Questionable.

Pilot Chapters? None as well. Pilot-School Wonder Number One didn't fucking appear – there is just one big ass clock in the center of the room where the other pilot-school wonders are judging the hell out of pilot-Hanako for forming a relationship with pilot-Nene.

(I mean, it could be possible that pilot-Number One was only one person and, for some reasons that we don't know, can't be there in person to join in the fun of judging pilot-Hanako so for them to see what the hell is happening in the room is through that goddamn clock. It might act as somewhat of a video call between them (though their face won't appear, how unfortunate) for them to see the other side and interact with the others but idk.

Tbh, the pilot-Seven Wonders seemed to be an interesting bunch and would've loved to read aidairo's ideas about them and how it changed to the Seven Mysteries we know and love.)

Said Clock Keepers? Kako is someone who definitely knows what the hell is going on but decided to stay on the sidelines to watch it all happen. Mirai, while she is a child and seems carefree enough for us to believe that she doesn't know shit, I think that she knows the same amount (well, not the same amount, but still knowledgeable enough) as Kako.

Hell, even Akane is one of the characters that we know a lot and not at the same time. Like, we know that he had an unhealthy obsession to Aoi (coughs hopes that he had some denial crush for Teru coughs), 10x hates the supernaturals and just tolerates them, excited for the contract to end, smart and observant enough to create some good-ass points, hot in both his supernatural and human forms (you all know what chapters i'm talking about) and is currently dying in the Far Shore.

But we still don't know why Akane was chosen to become their contractor nor the potential of his position as the one who governed the present is shown. Like, how come is this redhead bitch chosen instead of the other kids that might be much more easier to control? If it's because of Aoi, then what about a middle schooler that cares and worries too much for someone that he/she isn't close to nor know well?

AND WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE PAST CONTRACTORS IF THERE IS EVEN ONE? Did those who finished the contract died because of their bodies no longer handling the supernatural-ness that is still lingering in them? Or just became in denial of what had happened and too desperate on what he/she experienced at Kamome did happen and not a hallucination?

What also happened to the original one? Did the fucker just dipped and left their pocket watch to go who-knows-where? I had a feeling that the Original Clock Keeper of the Present would appear later on, either to help Akane unlocked his true potential and for him to now become a permanent residence at Number One's boundary or to cause some chaos and had a parallel showdown between the Original and Current Genzai.

Ugh, clock keepers.

ahaha! Anon this is amazing! I also wonder what the fuck is happening with the clock keepers like seriously??? ZERO info😰😰 BUT ELIC REVEAL COMING THOOOOOSBHXHXBXBXBCHC

(coughs hopes he had some denial crush for Teru coughs)

loved that, TeruKane nation is strong guys 💪💪

anyways I call this a compilation of what we don't know

so what we do?

....

what DO we know?😭😭😭

[blake-n-1107]

August 31st, 2023

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number

i’ve been thinking about it all day. before i left bed i had already messaged my friends about it. it wasn’t hard. it was as simple as “hey i think you’re cute, can i get your number?” i was gonna ask her for it. i have absolutely nothing to lose. we barely interact or see each other. her name is josie by the way. think that’s how you spell it. cute redhead. sophomore. don’t know anything about her but she lives right up the road and i think she’s cute. throughout the day at school i had told a couple friends that i was just gonna ask today. if she’s gonna give me her number, she would now. the only other thing i’ve really thought about consistently today is the pizza i left in the fridge last night. so hungry. just finished eating it. delicious. well, i’ve thought about other things but, if i can’t rap about them i doubt i can write whatever this is about them. anyways, school finally ends after what feels like forever. we ride the same bus but don’t interact during the ride. she talks to her friend and i usually am in one of the seats nearby. smart people, it’s the best area to sit in the bus. for the ride i just listen to music and read the lyrics. don’t have anything better to do besides that. don’t know what led me to it but i ended up on frank ocean’s open letter from his tumblr. someone transcribed all of his tumblr posts to genius. he puts things in words where i fail to. the things i relate to in it are not about josie though. that’s another story. i discovered frank has a series of random passages that he wrote “to stay sane” and i’m just ripping it off with this but, i don’t care. i finished one right before my stop on the bus. she gets off on the stop before, barely over a hill from my stop. she lives right next to where i get off. i asked her once why she gets off at the stop before, “i like to walk” she said. i go the way the bus came after i get off because it’s faster to go that way and cut through a backyard to my house than the way i’m supposed to go. so every day we cross paths after we get dropped off. i thought she was cute so i’ve slowly made our interactions more consistent, found excuses or questions to ask. some days just a wave and smile, others a joke, etc. i figured today was as good a day as any to just ask for her number. i got off the bus and started my walk while my bus driver got into an argument with a person in a car. shook my head, fixed my hair, took my earbud out. we were about to meet in the middle and we finally decide to acknowledge each other. “how are you doing?” “Good, how are you?” “i got pizza at home but i have work so it’s alright” she smiles while she talks and whatever she said after that. at the last second i said “you look good today by the way,” she said “thanks” still smiling. dunno why i didn’t do it. she smiled, should’ve just gone for it. damn. i got work in forty minutes.

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p.s. i did get her number eventually, nothing came of it which is fine, cool girl, hope she’s doing well in her relationship

[tyrannoninja]

I saw a clip from this video pop up in my Reddit notifications, which is weird because I've never gotten involved in any subreddit where this was a topic. In all honesty, the Johnny Depp/Amber Heard drama is not a rabbit hole I've ever had enough interest to go down. However, I have seen the topic pop up on my tumblr feed from time to time, almost always in the form of posts defending Depp against Heard, so I confess to wanting to chime in with a link to the video just to see how those posters would react to it. I have yet to watch it myself.

I've liked Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow and a number of other roles, whereas I don't even remember seeing Heard in any role other than that redheaded chick from the Aquaman movie. It also seems that the court of public opinion has turned against Heard in favor of Depp. However, I wouldn't know how much of that is due to the actual evidence and how much of that is due either to culturally ingrained misogyny or Depp simply being more popular as an actor. It's true that the more common stereotype is that the man is the abuser, but there are enough people like the "men's rights activists" who make a big deal about women abusing men that I can believe that's also been an influence on public opinion.

Conclusion being, I don't know yet whom to believe here.

That all being said, from what little I have read about their off-screen behavior, both Depp and Heard sound like disturbed people. Depp does have a history of substance abuse, and I have read snippets of stories about him attacking people other than Heard. On the other hand, Heard taking a dump in their bed is just plain nasty. It wouldn't surprise me much if what's actually going on between those two is a weird mutual form of abuse, or if they're just a couple of unhinged individuals who have spent way too much time in close proximity to one another.

Whomever we decide is the bigger "bad guy" in that debacle, I personally think both Depp and Heard should get some serious help and stay out of Hollywood for a while.