#both of those are real shirts and i 100% believe in my heart they would wear them

[russenoire]

we like to talk about the kind heart beating at the center of mob psycho 100...

its eminently huggable and relatable main characters...

the surprising maturity and accessibility of its psychological themes, the tightrope it walks between pathos and absurd humor, the abundance of sensitive neurodivergent representation within, and—for a story with a predominantly male cast—its largely unsexualized and refreshingly real girls and women.

i could keep listing more aspects of this story that i adore, honestly. but for me, it was one specific aspect of the writing that struck me the hardest.

as a person who used to inhale film and TV criticism like folks in the US devour breakfast cereal, i live for subversions of tired, well-worn storytelling patterns (call them tropes if you must). MP100 is full to leaking with subverted expectations. but only rarely do i ever see a writer subvert a done-to-death pattern and then subvert the subversion.

studio bones and ONE's writing work together to pull this off in the fifth episode of MP100's first season. on my first watch, i had to pick my jaw up off the floor at what i was seeing.

this got... long... more below the cut.

first, a little bit of framework.

the concept of single combat drives much of the action (and comedy) in shōnen fighting series.

it simplifies the conflict between cultures, between ways of life, between ideals, to a question of who is stronger in a no-holds-barred match between two people. the answer decides the fates of whole nations, hopefully but not always spares both sides from further bloodshed, and it's older than dirt.

the cathartic appeal of such distillation is not entirely lost on me, but i also crave novelty and nuance? and seem to be aging out of the shōnen demographic as a result. 'my kung-fu is stronger than yours!' 'yeah? well, i'm fucking bored with attempts to settle this question with fists or magic and no longer care.'

i do not count MP100 as a fighting series; the story doesn't conflate personal growth with increasing skill at punching shit and would hold up as a coming-of-age story quite well without battles. while MP100 flirts shamelessly with many fighting series clichés, it actively refuses to commit to those it engages. it rejects this one entirely by story's end.

when teruki hanazawa first becomes aware that shigeo kageyama exists and shares his easy facility with ESP, he and the audience are led to believe that the two boys will enter into a showdown like those we've seen so many times before. they'll fight it out like the real men they'll be soon, and a clear victor will emerge from the wreckage in their wake.

shigeo, of course, is flatly uninterested and baffled at this stranger fighting him unprovoked. teru figures he can preserve his view of the world by simply bringing the boy to heel, just as he has with everyone else around him. even after the little blond chuunibyou twists him until his bones crack... waterboards him in the depths of black vinegar middle school's swimming pool...

[image ID: a teenaged boy in his physical education uniform of white tee shirt and red shorts is shown from the back and below him... at the very bottom of a swimming pool. he has been plunged in against his will; a barrier of sorts can be seen around his body -- his own defense against the middle schooler attacking him.]

demolishes much of the school grounds, wielding his spindly body as a wrecking-ball...

shigeo will not yield. nor does he indulge teru in his pointless lust for battle.

he doesn't see him as an enemy and, more importantly, doesn't want to hurt him. the child is painfully aware of how easily he could kill this boy, so he endures the abuse, though not without protest. i'd never seen a shōnen anime series that even presented refusing to fight as an option.

[image ID: a bowl-cut-sporting teenage boy in a white tee shirt with a red collar stands hunched over and facing his antagonist offscreen to the viewer's right, in anticipation of another attack. he is saying 'i told you to stop that.' in the background is a statue of a human figure with arms raised above its head in victory. it will soon be made to topple onto him.]

though shigeo refuses to play this game at all, the lack of damage teru is able to inflict on him with ESP and his concise verbal summation of the profound insecurity driving teru's behavior already prove shigeo's superiority. teru needs to feel supported and justified in this unwarranted attack on another boy just like him, and so he demands, over and over, that shigeo fight back... that he show his powers. but it never sinks in for him that he's seeing them in action.

in the end, teru gives up on forcing shigeo's submission with ESP and uses his raw physical strength to strangle the young kageyama... who then plays this trope straight and utterly traumatizes teru into adopting a different outlook on life. after he passes the fuck out.

with teru's one-sided, tragic attempt at a brawl between himself and another esper child, ONE sends up the entire concept of magical single combat so hard it hits low earth orbit.

to make abundantly clear just how ridiculous this shit actually is? shigeo strips teru naked, then drains him dry of psychic energy by way of his fucking groin (in the anime) for even forcing him into this. you know, just for the extra humiliation. the boy's already been shaven like a fallen samurai at this point.

and teru's need to resist the challenge shigeo's existence presents to his way of life? we are made to see just how much harm that resistance to reality actually causes.

shattered glass, crushed concrete, wrecked doors, busted faucets spewing everywhere and wasting water—the camera lingers on these in-story, real-world consequences. actual shōnen fighting series rarely address such collateral damage outside of personal vendettas or playing it for comedy. (the comic bits here are almost necessary to leaven the pathos we're seeing, and are inseparable from that sadness.)

teru nearly commits first-degree murder twice and causes major property damage i doubt he had the power to fix. don't you dare look away, MP100's creators say. we need you, gentle watcher, to bear witness. teru is wrong. THIS WHOLE APPROACH to conflict is wrong. look again. does this remind you of anything?

and shigeo doesn't get off the hook either, though i'm inclined to give him a pass because reasons. he summarily flattens the rest of teru's school, finishing the job, and launches it (and him) above the clouds, but at least murder isn't on the table? the child suffers greatly for this unconscious act of retribution and continues to punish himself for this madness for some time... even after cleaning up the mess they both made when he returns to his senses.

no one wins here. what is 'winning'? what is 'losing'? are we even asking the right questions?

this arc—but especially this 'fight'—is darkly, absurdly funny, thought-provoking, and one of the most heartbreaking and moving things i'd seen in a long time. it sold me on this story and keeps me coming back in astonishment and gratitude.

(this is an expansion of part of a recap i wrote for this episode. you can read it here.)

[officialjamesflint]

1-30. unless ur a coward

SCREAM LEXI THIS IS SO CHAOTIC <33 so of course i had to do it

chipotle order?

I'm the bane of all burrito bar workers because i get sooo many things 😭i get a burrito with: white rice, barbacoa usually but sometimes i mix it up, black beans, corn, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, sometimes i get mild salsa, guac if i have the dollars! and i usually get chips n guac on the side

2. thoughts on veganism?

you do you but i could never because i love dairy and eggs too much. i also have a crazy metabolism and meat alternatives don't always sate my Hunger (but i do LOVE tofu esp when it's cooked well <33)

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

i legit couldn't think of any <33 i suppose like. really bright neons?? but they just hurt my eyes and they're also cool in certain contexts

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

aliens i guess?? i want nessie to be real she is my friend <33

5. favorite form of potato?

TATER TOTS!!!

6. do you use a watch?

yes!! i have one of those cheap timex expedition watches because i can't read analog very quickly 😔

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

answered here!

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

nope! i lounge in my jeans because i'm evil

9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

sort of i guess?? i wash my face and put spf moisturizer on every morning

10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

ginger ale baybee!! or water sometimes because i'm a cool guy

11. anything from your childhood you've held on to?

lots of stuff!! books, stuffies, clothes (legit almost all of my winter gear is stuff i've had since elementary school). i love Objects <3

12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

uhh i'm not really a Brand Guy. but i like neutrogena for skin stuff. and cerave cause all my moisturizers are from them

13. first thing you're doing in the purge?

is the purge the one where laws don't exist?? i forgor. probably go hide in ikea i guess??

14. do you think you're dehydrated?

not at all i am obsessed with water

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

yikes! freezing/drowning/burning i Guess

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

YUM

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

i don't even know...i guess? stick to my bedtime routine?? because if i don't i'm always scared i won't fall asleep??

18. your boba/tea order?

answered here!

19. the veggie you dislike the most?

hmm this is a good question. probably tomatoes (FIGHT me they're used as veggies in cooking) (sorry tomato lovers they simply make me feel sick in my heart. but i like them in sauce)

20. favorite disney princess movie?

mulan <33 but i also love moana and tangled

21. a number that weirds you out?

none of them all numbers are the same to me. except the funny ones

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

YES i've had the same water bottle since i was 16. yes i know that's gross but shh i love her i've replaced her cap like. 5 times.

23. do you wear jewelry?

i have 2 permanently attached friendship anklets! i need to repair my friendship bracelets they both had threads snap 😭

24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

uhh american i suppose. but also when i'm writing i accidentally spell things british style and google docs yells at me

25. would you say you have good taste in music?

yes <3 it is my job

26. how's your spice tolerance?

all right. i can handle like medium spice just fine <3 it's impressive for a midwesterner but i also didn't grow up here so it's just regular

27. what's your favorite or go-to outfit?

jeans. t-shirt. fun sweater. boots. i am a simple man (autistic)

28. last meal on earth?

BIG bowl of fried rice from a nice restaurant. fancy blue cheese. bubble tea. i can't think of a dessert but something delicious and chocolatey

29. preferred pasta noodle?

corkscrews <33 idk what they're actually called

30. ask me anything !

lexi i love you <33 this was so chaotic and also really fun to think about all of these

[starillusion13]

Ok so I am bored to death soo questionnaire ahead:

Birth month

Hav u dated

If u could spend one day with an idol who?

Can u sing

Fav k-pop songs

Fav non k-pop song

Is yuta sexy?

Fav food

Fav drink

Am I annoying

What if I am a 40 y/o uncle?

Kiss marry kill (atz/nct) also me

Ideal date

Fav movie,series,anime,comic

Do u believe in aliens

Why are cows white

Would u date if taeyong was a fat cow

Are u cow?

Assign me an animal/flower/season/thing/colour

Are u checking facts

Ok that's it. If u don't wanna ans anz Q ignore it~

-🦀

wait some questions are- oh gosh am cracking up!

June (yes I am same month as Haechan Taeil Yeosang)

No (I receive a lot of proposals but no. never felt like to date coz I cant trust anyone)

Taeyong (I am really so into him like i just want to meet him one day just to say Thank you for appearing in my life suddenly back in those days. he has changed me a lot and taught me so many positive things.) Also, Hongjoong, Yunho & Mark

Yes I can sing. (I was in singing and dancing club back in school coz I can do both)

Right now I would say Box-nct dream but (been through, thunder, playboy, heart attack - exo, sun&moon, no longer, lipstick, sit down, lips, -nct 127, inception, arriba, fever -ateez, teddy bear, never goodbye, its yours, rainbow -nct dream, after midnight, poppin love, domino, all for love, no one but you -wayv, wish u were here, line em up - superm, Im unhappy, new world - aespa, sunrise, summer rain -gfriend)

else from kpop (dowtown - allie x, I'm not her - clara mae, eastside - halsey, ciao adios - anne marie, all we know - chainsmokers, i like you so much you'll know it, know me - gemini, on the loose- niall horan, arcade- duncane laurance, 6 feet under -bellie elish, fetish - selena gomez...I listen to non kpop more so if I start with all then it'll be about a post only for songs) I listen to songs almost whole day so theres a big list...sorry but I literally love when someone asks me about my fav songs.

Of course Yuta is sexy...comeon that video of him stretching and his butterfly tattoo peeking beneath his shirt is still imprinted in my head. His whole appearance is what some fans their idol to be.

Food,I'm not a foody person. I often skip meals. but I love cakes and ice cream a lot.

Smoothie (I try those special ones from every cafe, I love it)

of course not. Never, if you ask me 100 asks a day, I will still answer u. I am always online coz my studies r online related so just I take time to answer but u cant be annoying. I love to interact with u so much. you are the sweetest anon. I am glad to be your friend.

It's okay. (If the uncle is feeling uncomfortable to share his age with younger people then fine but if he is sexualizing or making dirty jokes with a younger person who is half of his age then he should feel shame on himself like how are you treating someone of your child's age also I have followers who are almost 40 and I have fun with them in some topics even in real, I engage in a convo with elder people too fast)

sorry love but kill - you coz no one comes before ateez n nct

kiss - NCT (this is literally like choosing btw mom n dad)

marry - ateez (age diff is perfect to marry lol)

to be honest if I could date someone, i would have dated Yunho (caring, soft, a perfect body proportion (im not pervert i swear), passionate about his belongings, a bit dominative but not like those in ffs, romantic, smart, can cook, sassy, cute, gentleman, hot) Taeyong and Hongjoong should not see this

Fav movie - interstellar( i have watched it 7 times not kidding, I love space a lot), I literally watch all youtube videos on space and its history, series- theres few in my language which r too good but I dont think they have translation ver. , if u say drama then (meteor garden, put your head on my shoulder, love o2o, vincenzo, extraordinary you, doom at my service) Im not a anime/comic person but my bestie is.

As I love space so certainly I believe in aliens and some unnatural events happened on earth.

Cows white...but I see cows of different colors, but those white ones who are due to pigmentation reason dw they get pretty privileges lol

Why will I date a cow? oh gosh no. Honestly, he is too thin to be a cow and cow doesnt have those sharp jawlines. he could have been a knife, I would have used it regularly.

If I were a cow then only it would have been possible to date a cow Taeyong.

Animal - fox (dk but I felt like it)

flower - sunflower

season - summer

thing - ribbon

color - red

assign things r very random but I trust my instincts and they told me these all

checking facts (?) check the facts go check that check the stats go check that.

WOW LOOKS LIKE MY WIKIPEDIA

[mrsnegan]

hey beautiful! loving all your writing! and was wondering if you’d do a request with the reader having Negan as her neighbor and he gets jealous when her guy friend comes over instead of him

[Hi there! So, so sorry it took me this long to write your request. But here it finally is, another smut fest, I just can't help myself. 😅]

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, rough sex, jealousy, oral sex (f receiving), bodily fluids, squirting, aftercare

Moving into a new neighborhood always felt weird. Getting used to a new surrounding, meeting neighbors and hoping they would be kind of alright was a pain in your ass. You hated those situations. But meeting Negan, your neighbor of two years by now, was the most cool thing ever. He was a real sweetheart with a sailor's mouth, ready to help whenever there was a problem, ready to party whenever there was an invitation. Even if he was eye candy as well, a real flirt at times, you didn't consider him as an option, more as a friend, a life long partner in crime.

Negan, on the other hand and unbeknownst to you, did definitely have interest in more than harmless teasing. He liked you - a lot. Though he would never pressure you into anything, would never make a move without any signal from your side, because he cherished your friendship as much as you did and respected the hell out of you. Little did he know that a mysterious male guest of yours would shake up his whole resolution, unleashing something primal and urging inside of him.

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You stood in front of the oven, the lasagna smelling delicious and nearly ready to eat. Paul, your friend from work, would ring at any minute. He was a nice guy, helping you out with a big project. In return, you invited him for dinner to thank him for all the effort. This wasn't a date though, Paul was gay 100 percent, the coolest dude in your opinion. He dated an Italian barkeeper who was at work right now, so it would only be the two of you. Either way, you looked forward to a chatty evening with good food, lots of wine and laughter.

Your doorbell rang some moments later and you opened it with a bright smile.

"Hi Paul, come in!"

"Hi there! Thank you so much for the invitation, Y/N!" he beamed, handing you two bottles of wine.

The two of you entered your kitchen, preparing the rest of the dinner together. It was such a relaxing atmosphere, you had missed nights like this.

The lasagna tasted as delicious as it smelled and the first bottle of wine was empty much sooner than you thought. Paul and you talked about work, life, love and everything in between. You felt at ease, happy to the core. The second bottle was opened a few moments later and both of you decided to enjoy the nice weather in your little garden.

"Hey, who's this?" Paul asked, head pointing towards Negan's property. You could see him standing on his terrace, looking straight at the both of you.

"My neighbor and friend Negan", you answered and waved with a big smile. To your surprise, he just looked straight ahead, turning on his heels to get inside.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked perplexed.

"Uh, honey, sorry to break the news, but he seemed to be severely pissed about your male company."

"Huh? That's...why should he?"

Paul looked at me with his eyebrow raised, his glass of wine still in his hand.

"He's some nice piece of ass, at least from what I could make out. And honey, let me tell you, he's jealous because I'm enjoying your presence, not him. He's definitely hot for you."

You laughed loudly at his explanation, shaking your head in disbelief.

"No, he isn't. We're just friends."

"Y/N, for real, I know how a jealous man looks and he definitely wants you all to himself. I'd suggest you get your beautiful ass over there and get banged real good. Because jealous men are such a turn-on and won't keep their hands off of you."

Despite knowing Paul for a long time, you clasped your hand over your mouth.

"He's my friend..."

"So you keep saying. What's wrong about friends with benefits? You absolutely deserve a good time. And he looks like a real snack", he winked, drowning his wine and getting up.

"Besides, I need to get home, it's late. I will get myself an Uber. Don't you worry your pretty little head, just get over there for your dessert."

You said goodbye at your front door half an hour later. While you watched Paul drive away, your heart kept beating faster and faster. Your feet carried you to your kitchen where you drowned another glass of wine. Was it possible what Paul had said? Was Negan jealous? Deep within you there definitely was a spark you felt, a pull towards Negan. He was handsome and funny, that much was true, though before Paul's suggestion you hadn't seen Negan in this kind of light. And since it had been spoken out, you couldn't stop thinking about what his lips might taste on you, what he might feel pressed between your legs.

You gulped audibly, not believing your own thoughts. Blaming the wine for your inappropriate thoughts seemed too easy, but admitting you were attracted to your neighbor was too difficult too. Sighing, you pulled your cardigan over your shoulders, grabbed your keys and went to his front door. The wine gave you the much needed confidence to do so, but your heart hammered in your chest nonetheless. What if you would destroy your friendship with this stupid little action? What if Paul was wrong? But you had to take the risk or you wouldn't sleep at all at night, laying awake with the punishing thoughts of what if.

The door bell rang in your ear louder than you remembered. Your palms were sweaty, so you tried to anchor yourself on your cardigan, hugging yourself tightly.

When Negan opened the door, he looked pissed to say the least.

"Hey", you said timidly.

"Hey", he answered without the warmth in his voice you were used to.

"Can I come in?"

"Why would you want to? You do have company, don't you?"

With a dry mouth you shook your head. "He went home."

"Asshat", he mumbled and you raised a brow.

"Negan, we need to talk."

"About what? I think it's more than fucking clear. Have a good night", he said, motioning to close the door in front of you, but you pushed yourself against it.

"He's gay", you told him, letting him stop in his tracks.

"What?"

"Paul, my visitor. He's gay. He's one of my colleagues and a good friend. This was a thank you dinner because he helped me out at work", you explained even if you didn't have to.

Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, opening the door wider, so you could slip inside.

Both of you stood awkwardly in front of each other, just staring at your shoes.

"Look, Paul said you would be...jealous. Are you?"

You heard Negan huff before you risked a look into his face. He looked troubled, as if he calculated the pros and cons of his next words.

"Fucking shit, Y/N, yeah, I'm jealous. You satisfied now?"

"No", you answered truthfully, risking everything with your next move. You closed the distance between the both of you, getting on your tiptoes to press a fleeting kiss against his lips. You pulled back as fast as you had kissed him, adrenaline driving through your veins.

Negan's growl surprised you, he was on you in an instant, pressing you against his door, his lips colliding with yours. The heat radiating from your bodies made you feel dizzy, his hands held your face tightly while he devoured your mouth with passion. He deepened the kiss as his body pressed itself against you, grinding where you ached the most. Your hands grabbed his strong frame for support, the moan into his mouth made him stop, pulling away a bit to catch his breath and also look into your eyes.

"Damn, baby, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this."

The groan leaving your lips spurred him on, moving his center against your trembling body in a nice rhythm.

"Shit, I...I had no idea."

"You surely didn't. Such a sweet, innocent girl. You wanna continue?"

He stopped all at once, earning a desperate whine from you.

"Y-yes, please Negan."

That damn grin of his made your knees buckle. He was so hot and he clearly wanted you. Thanking Paul silently for speaking his mind and Negan for his jealousy, you made the next step by pushing his shirt up, revealing his lean stomach to your hungry eyes.

He just smirked down at you, helping you out by pulling his shirt over his head. You admired his tattoos for a while, tracing them lightly with your fingers. He caught your hands in his, kissing your fingertips before he let go to slip your cardigan over your shoulders before he open button after button of your silky blouse, revealing more and more skin as well as your bra.

"Hot damn", he mumbled when he had freed you from your blouse, starring blatantly at your cleavage.

"I wanna worship every part of that hot body before I fuck you senseless."

Moaning at the prospect of getting laid by Negan, your hands found a home on his chest again.

"You...you don't need to be...you know...gentle with me, at least not this time." You bit your lip at your own forwardness. This was definitely the wine speaking. Your panties were wet the minute he had attacked your mouth and edging was the last thing you needed right now.

"Oh baby, you're full of surprises. The next time, huh? You sure?" Negan played with one of your locks, scanning your face for any second thoughts.

"Yes", you whispered.

He was on you in an instant, his hands on your ass, pushing you against him before he lifted you off the ground to carry you to the living room.

He sat you down on his dining table where the cold wooden surface made you gasp.

"I would carry you into the bedroom...but I think that's something for the next time", he winked, pushing up your skirt and slipping off your shoes. "I need to have a taste right now."

He surprised you yet again by dropping to his knees. Your panties, soaked as they were, were gone in an instant and his impatient mouth closed around your center.

You jumped at the sudden pleasure, too much too soon. Your hands wandered into his hair, desperate to push him away and to keep him there at the same time. The moans leaving your lips sounded like they were coming from someone else. He ate you out with passion, the slurping sounds so foreign to your ears that you turned a light shade of red. But he seemed to enjoy himself, biting down gently on your clit.

"Whose pussy is this?" he asked against your wet flesh, his breath on your lower lips driving you insane. You couldn't form a sentence, earning a light slap against your inner thigh.

"I asked you a question, baby. Whose pussy is this?"

"Y-yours", you moaned, you answer accompanied by his fingers rubbing over your folds.

"Yeah, that's right, mine alone", he mused, closing his lips around your clit again while two of his fingers entered your slick channel. He fucked into you with precision, driving you to your breaking point in no time. You came against his mouth and around his fingers screaming his name.

"So beautiful. Better than I could have ever imagined", he mused, looking up at your face. "I could do that all night. But you didn't ask for gentle, did you?"

There were no words with which you could respond, your orgasm had made you feel like jelly, absolutely unable to do anything than breathe.

You heard Negan's belt come undone and the zipper of his jeans. With the little strength you had left, you lifted your head to look at him. The sight you were greeted with drove another moan out of your mouth. Negan stood in front of you, cock in hand, stroking it languidly while his gaze was fixed on your wet center.

"You like what you see?", he asked, smiling warmly with a hint of mischief in it.

"Yes", you whimpered.

He came nearer, pushing the head of his cock between your soaked pussy lips.

"Fuck...", you uttered, over-sensitive but so damn horny for him nonetheless, despite the earth-shattering orgasm he had gifted you with.

"Patience, baby. Gonna fuck you so good, don't you worry", he mused, concentrating his movements on your clit. You jerked under him, the pleasure rapidly building and as he rubbed himself harder against you, you came again.

"Shit, would you look at that? You like my cock that damn much, don't you?"

As hot as his dirty mouth was, you wanted to feel him, finally. So you pushed your arms up and around his head to pull him down for a longing kiss. Just as his tongue sloppily played with yours, he entered you in one swift motion, setting a fast pace from the beginning.

The moans and groans you shared echoed through his house, the wood underneath you creaked with every movement. This was precisely what you had asked for, a good, hard, passionate fuck, something primal to get rid of all the tension. He fucked you harder still, looking down at you with furrowed brows. His right hand pulled your bra down to bare your bouncing breasts to his heated gaze while you tried to anchor yourself underneath his punishing thrusts. You hadn't been fucked like this in a long, long time, nearly forgetting how much you liked to be taken, to be claimed. And Negan was just perfect at fulfilling your fantasies, his cock feeling incredible.

"Baby...", he purred when he watched you play with your nipples, throwing your head back in the process.

There was something building inside of you again, much stronger than before. Your moans got louder in the process.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't...", you chanted repeatedly, while Negan fucked you hard, his hand coming down between your legs to flick your clit roughly with his thumb. The walls came crashing down for you, your orgasm roared through your body, wave after wave of pure bliss, so much so that Negan had to pull out to make room for you to squirt all over his cock.

He practically roared at the sight in front of him, jerking himself off furiously and shooting his load against your sodden pussy.

Both of you panted heavily while coming down from such an exquisite high. After a while, Negan helped you out of your skirt and bra which were still dangling on your sweaty body and carried you upstairs to the shower. Underneath his big shower head, you pulled him against you, still with shaking legs, but happy, so damn happy.

"Thank you for being jealous", you said giggling against his strong frame.

"No worries, baby, I still am. You're mine now."

You laughed at his comment, even if you knew he was honest with his statement. The kiss that followed was sweet, a nice contrast to your rough coupling some minutes ago.

"But honestly, I would love to invite you for dinner, have a proper date if you would like to", Negan suggested, his hands drawing lazy circles on your back.

"I would absolutely love to", you answered, peppering his chest with light kisses.

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Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @you-a-southpaw-doll

[qillmhi]

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

[isagisyoichi]

PINKY STAR (RUN) :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

SYNOPSIS: isagi as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi my boyfriend of many several years

WARNINGS: swearing? i think idk i forget also yah pretend they all go to the same school and stuff. also horribly self indulgent if u couldn't already tell

A/N: if you remember my old one delete it from your memory it was literally so bad help anyways the re-up because my boyfriend deserves better. also i really like this one and i feel like it’s more in character for him :P lol i've had this in my drafts for like, ever <3 but also my last post for a while because i have ap exams and my sat soon :P

FOR: the anon that asked me where my original isagi bf hcs went :’)

after the initial awkwardness of being in a new relationship fades and you two become comfortable with each other, a relationship with isagi would be like dating your slightly awkward best friend who you make out with sometimes.

like, i don’t really see isagi being high maintenance, so i feel like a relationship with him would definitely be on the relaxed side, but still romantic, you know?

isagi’s inner monologue is so funny and he definitely lets his thoughts out to you. it makes you laugh to see your usually friendly-to-all boyfriend have his moments, too.

you guys are one of those couples that give each other a look when someone’s doing something weird in public #telepathicconnection <3

but, isagi’s really such a sweetie with you. i know user isagisyoichi may be slightly biased when they say this, but believe me when i say that isagi’s 100% boyfriend material.

walks you to class whenever he can. always either holding your hand as he listens attentively to you complaining about school.

writes down things he feels are important about you in a digital note entitled “y/n 💗,” so he can remember them in the future.

isagi's used to talking to all kinds of people, so even if you're not the most talkative, he can adjust with no problem.

and he’ll always entertain you about whatever stupid conversation you wanna have.

kinda basic with pet names. babe, baby, dork (he would, i don’t wanna hear it), are his usual rotation.

randomly compliments you/says these really romantic things out of nowhere because he can’t control himself and often blurts things out.

“yeah, of course, when we get married, i’ll-”

“when we get married?” you inquire as you cut isagi off. you two have never discussed marriage, just but the thought of isagi wanting to spend the rest of his life with you is enough to make your head spin.

isagi’s eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s said. damn his mouth that moves faster than his mind.

swallowing hard and taking a breath, isagi says, “y-yeah, when we get married,” further affirming his statement with a nod, albeit a bit of a nervous one.

now both of you guys are flustered LOL.

likes to sit his head in your lap and have you play with his hair, while you two talk or just sit in silence.

such a good listener, perfect person to rant about anything with. he’s very understanding, he’ll hold you if you need him to, wipe your tears if you’re crying, give you advice if you need it, just overall so sweet.

also always knows when you're sad because of his intuition. isagi encourages you to open up to him, but ultimately doesn’t force you, just lets you know that he’s always there for you <3

(that's kind of lie because isagi does pry a little LOL, but he means well)

takes care of you! nags you a little, tries his best to make sure you're not doing anything stupid, and if you are, that someone responsible (him) is watching you, looks after you when you’re sick, etc.

gives you his jacket when you’re cold (he’s been waiting to do that his whole life bro LMAOO), carries your things, always texts you good morning and good night, just overall sooo good to you.

but as soft as he is for you, isagi does have this tendency to get these random spouts of confidence, so sometimes he’ll say or do something really bold out of nowhere.

like, he’ll suddenly grab your waist and pull you closer to him, or he’ll kiss you out of the blue. the flustered expression that rests on your face for a change always makes him smirk *heart eyes*

in general, though, isagi's still kind of awkward sometimes regardless and does say or do things that make you go "???" and make him be like "why did i do that" LOL he's so cute though <333

he’s pretty basic with dates, usually opts for things like restaurants, walks in the parks, movie nights, or stuff like that, but they’re still really fun!

but, if you ever want to do something out of the norm, he wouldn't be opposed to it, either. but, you do have to tell him ‘cause he's not a mind reader lol.

(okay but, one time, isagi tried to watch a scary movie with you because he wanted to do that thing where he wraps his arm around you during the scary parts, but HE ended up being scared instead 😭)

isagi’s the type to put your name with a heart emoji or the date you guys started dating in his instagram bio LOL

y/n 💓 IHS Forward #10 ⚽️ *insert some soccer quote about grinding*

it’s a bit middle school, but you let it slide because you know he just wants to show you off <3

study sessions are normal between you two but, you guys always get bored or distracted halfway through and start watching youtube or something LOL.

it’s canon he’s a thigh man lol, so if he ever sees you wearing an oversized shirt, especially one of his, with shorts, isagi will literally short circuit in real life.

he keeps his hand on your thigh when you guys cuddle that day, tracing patterns on your skin, or just squeezing it every now and then.

in general, though, isagi likes poking at and playing with them whenever they're out <3

once, isagi wanted you to do that trend on tiktok where he sits between your thighs and stuff, but he had no idea how to bring it up LOL

so, isagi just watched tiktoks of it in front of you and hoped eventually you would get the hint 🙄

and you did, thanks to his incredible lack of subtly. he doesn’t even care when you giggle and tell him how bad he is at being slick, isagi got your thighs around him, he won!!!!!!

takes a picture (or two or three) to savor the moment.

(even though he could literally just ask you to do it again in the future, but whatever, i guess)

when you’re dating isagi, the team comes with him too LOL

they’re always snapchatting you pictures of isagi when they’re hanging out without you, with stupid captions like, “look how sad your boyfriend is without you 😞”

isagi’s not even sad in the picture, he’s just confused as to why they’re shoving a camera in his face 😭

isagi one hundred percent attempts to get you to run the mile with him during gym if you don’t already.

“babe, just try!” isagi pants, as he catches up to you and your friends, as you guys are still on your second lap.

admittedly, the effort is cute, but beloved, i hate to break it to you- i will not be doing anything of the sort.

he will sit down or walk around with you after you finish the mile, though. if he’s not already playing soccer lollll.

when he does choose to go with you, expect exclamations from the team about how isagi “abandoned us for his little relationship” 👎

isagi’s receiving love language is words of affirmation (also basically canon LOL) so, he really values the compliments you give him with his whole heart.

you could tell him how his hair looks nice in the morning, and isagi will think about it all day.

whether it be about how cute he is, or how talented of a player he is, isagi really is happiest when you praise him <3

speaking of soccer, isagi has this tendency to get lost in the moment and talk your head off about some soccer related tangent that probably makes no sense to you.

his eyes light up and his voice is just oozing with passion for what he does as he goes into detail about how he made this crazy goal at practice while you stare at him with the biggest heart eyes ever, adoring his dedication.

and of course when isagi realizes he was rambling, he apologizes profusely for “boring” you, like the gentleman he is.

but when you reassure him that he could never bore you and that you want nothing more than for him to go on, isagi begins to feels lightheaded due to his adoration for you <3

if you're the type to go all out when it supporting isagi at soccer- like make one of those corny signs, yell from the crowd, wear his spare jersey to games, isagi will physically have to withhold his heart from jumping out his chest.

he's a little embarrassed that you're doing all that for him, but the effort means soooo much to him.

and speaking of soccer, it would mean a lot to isagi if you not only supported him at games and stuff, but expressed an interest in learning more about soccer as a whole, too.

you know, learn a little more about the game on your own accord, ask him to teach you how to properly play, or even challenge him to a one on one, do stuff like that, and he’ll literally be head over heels for you. well, more than he already is.

(he always goes easy on you on your guys 1v1's and he thinks your efforts are adorable, no matter how much you may or may not suck)

he'd repay the effort and try to get interested in whatever your hobbies are!

also, you can get him to do almost anything if you pout and beg hard enough, you’re literally so hard to say no to in isagi’s eyes <3

isagi’s the type to not realize when other people are flirting with him LOL

he just thinks they’re being nice (unless they’re being straight up) and i don’t think he would really process it because he’s so focused on you romantically, if that makes sense.

once he realizes you’re jealous, isagi apologizes earnestly, reassuring you over and over again that you're everything he could ask for and that he would never intentionally try to hurt you and all that jazz.

although, i will admit, sometimes isagi’s kinda smug when you're jealous, especially when it’s over a dumb reason 👎

however, when he’s jealous i feel like it could go one of two ways-

on normal days, isagi would just stand there to “intimidate” the other person, maybe cough a little for emphasis until they go away lol.

but on days where he’s already mad/filled with adrenaline/or someone’s really not taking a hint and you’re visibly uncomfortable- oh boy, it’s like a switch flips in him.

has those same fiery eyes he has during the climax of a game. the energy he’s exuding is dead serious, and that alone is enough for the person bothering you to go away. not bad for a man that’s only 5’8 🥰

adding on, isagi doesn’t take any shit about you, ever. even if it’s from his friends. usually isagi’s very neutral and doesn’t actively try to start conflict, but there are some things he’ll always defend and you’re one of them.

isagi always listens/watches/reads/etc whatever you recommend him (on that note, please recommend him good anime because isagi’s out here willingly telling people his favorite anime is darling in the franxx), even if he doesn’t necessarily like it LOL

you could show isagi objectively, the worst song ever and he would be like “yeah, it was good babe!” (it was not)

also does the same thing when you bring him shopping with you, like he's absolutely NO HELP 😭

you could try on the ugliest sweater known to man and he’d like “you look nice 🙂” pls be honest isagi, you can say it’s hideous!!!!!!

but isagi’s also being somewhat truthful in his statement because he does genuinely think you look nice in everything <3

also loves when you wear his clothes- always feels a mixture between pride and slight shyness?

kinda lol idk but overall, isagi really is sooo happy you wanna show him off that much, especially when you're wearing something of his around his friends :')

he says “i love you” first, no doubt.

he’s a bit nervous when he does because he doesn’t know if you’ll reciprocate, but he really does love you and he feels like he physically can’t hold it in anymore.

“i promise you don’t have to say it back!” isagi reassures anxiously. “i know it’s a really big commitment, and if it’s too early for you right now-”

“i love you, too.”

[yesimwriting]

Searing Starlight (chapter 3)

A/n I CANNOT believe how many people have supported this story,, I’m so excited to continue it with you guys :)) 

Just a reminder that while this is based off the show i hope to blend in some book aspects/vibes and this is just a fanfic and it won’t be completely accurate/follow the show 100% and any changes I make/parts I chose not to focus on are for the sake of the story I’m trying to tell 

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I can’t tell if I wish Kaz had let me go with Inej or not. She’s faster than I am, and considering that I have no real reason to be loyal to them, I’m a flight risk. That means I’m stuck here with only the Kaz Brekker and Jesper, who I tricked. I hadn’t exactly befriended Inej entirely in the few minutes I was alone with her, but she seemed more trustworthy than them. More susceptible to reason. And when she heard where I was from, who was responsible for raising me, something in the way she watched me changed. It was the oddest combination--a look of both tired sympathy and cautious admiration.

“What I don’t understand…” Jesper breaks the silence. “Is why you all go back there. He lets you leave, he gives you money--there’s no reason to return.” 

I try not to let the question anger me. I shift awkwardly, scratching at my palm. “We tried leaving.” My stomach knots. “Once.” How do I make them understand? “He caught us because we young and stupid, and then he…” I exhale slowly. They’re just words. They don’t change anything. Whether I speak them or not, the events of my history aren’t different. “He picked the youngest, a girl only six months younger than me, and he slit her throat from ear to ear and took a finger of anyone that flinched as her blood splattered onto them. He said her blood was our penance and to live with knowing what we did to her would be our punishment.” 

I don’t tell them that I was twelve. I don’t tell them Anya lied about my birthday on the records. I don’t tell them I’m missing the very tip of my pinky--a small punishment for the twitch of my lip. “When Kenya is truly angry, he never hurts you--he hurts those around you.” No one responds to that. They’re making me seem like such a bummer. “It’s not awful all the time...he borders on agreeable when you listen to him.” 

Most days we have peace, left to our own devices as long as we accomplish certain goals. Their silence does little to unnerve me. After speaking so freely of such a nightmare, the desire to be rid of the taste of those words from my mouth is almost overwhelming, but I hold to the silence. 

“Why has he never sold you to the grisha that are so desperate for you?”

Of course Kaz Brekker would ask a question like that. “He isn’t the business of money, he’s in the business of creating gods. He indentures people he thinks could one day become saints or something else entirely. He wants to be owed by the heavens.” 

I watch Kaz carefully, a part of me curious about how someone like him could react to a goal like that. I can see him understanding the ambition of it all, but I can’t imagine himself a person of faith. Perhaps he’ll think it a clever trick. Perhaps he’ll even agree with Kenya.

He nods once; something I get nothing from. 

Whatever. He can be coy and distant this entire time. They all can. I’ll be out of here soon enough, and I’ll find Anya. And if I can stop something bad from happening to Alina then that’s a bonus I’m willing to take risks for. 

“That man is awful.” 

Inej’s voice comes from right behind me. I snap my head around. “You’re in here.” 

She nods once, oblivious to how shocking her sudden appearance is. She hands me a knapsack casually, staring at Kaz. “What’s the plan? We have six hours.” 

I look around the room, only seeing one closed window and one closed door. “There’s one door in this room.” 

“We take the Inferni to the ship.” He doesn’t even bother looking in my direction. 

Okay, they can be mean to be all they want but they can’t ignore me. I don’t think I’ve ever been ignored in my entire life. Gods in the making get attention. It may be the cruel attention of fate, but it’s something. 

“Did she come in through the window?” 

Again, I am ignored. 

“And then what, boss?” Jesper casually crosses the room, sitting down next to me on the small couch. It’s like I’m not even here. “We’d need to break into the Little Palace to get Alina.” 

What? “You guys are going to--” No. No. I am not kidnapping Alina. And there’s no way she’d be in the Little Palace. “First off--if you want to kidnap Alina Starkov for whatever insane ploy you’re all playing at, you’d never find her at Little Palace. She’s not a Grisha and second--” I cut myself off, standing from my seat. “Why am I even telling you this? I shouldn’t be helping you kidnap her.” 

Kaz’s eyes dart to me boredly. At least it’s some kind of acknowledgement of my existence. “I thought you two weren’t close.” 

I seriously consider scorching him. Just a little. Not even enough to scar him, just enough to get him to shut up. “She’s still a person who has a right to her body and what happens to it.” 

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but if we pull this off we get one million kruge.” 

What does he think I’m going to say? ‘Okay, well as long as you’re doing it for a good reason.’ Is that the response he expects. “Okay, well that makes it fair.” 

His eyes narrow skeptically, but Jesper is the one to ask, “Really?” 

“No,” I scoff, slumping back into my seat, “I was being sarcastic.” 

I drop my head back, neck craning over the back of the small couch. It isn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it makes it easier to ignore them. I’ve kept worse company for less. There’s an odd silence for a long second. I look forward without moving, I see Kaz vaguely gesture in Inej’s direction.

“Y/n,” Inej’s voice is refreshingly measured, “I think after the kinds of things we’ve gone through we understand that there’s some relativity in morality.” 

I shift my head to the right so I can look at her. “...Yes, but you’re just forcing another girl into a similar situation.” Why is Alina even worth so much? “And why would anyone pay so much for Alina?” 

Inej hesitates, glancing at Kaz and then back at me. “She’s a Sun Summoner.” 

On instinct, I straighten entirely, my body rigid. They’re insane. “You all are cracked if you think Alina’s a Sun Summoner.” No. No. It couldn’t be her. “Bless your hearts, seriously, she’s--she was trained to be a map maker--she’s not…” None of them relax, none of them shift in any way. What good would lying about this bring them? They have no reason to lie about this. “Saints, I should have had more to drink while downstairs.” 

So what if she’s a Sun Summoner? She didn’t ask to be one. She doesn’t deserve this. I cross my arms. “It doesn’t make this okay.” 

“And would it make it okay if you were getting a cut of the profit?” What? 

Kaz is looking at me in that tactful way. It takes all of my focus to not let myself become unnerved. “What?” 

“If I offered you a cut, would you be able to push aside more protests in order to make working with you easier?” 

Could I do it? Could I betray Alina? I drop my gaze away from his, opting to focus on the forgotten lantern on the coffee table in front of me. It flickers to life with no conscious prompting on my part. The flame is low and blue. Still though, Kaz notices it. What doesn’t he notice? 

“I can help you do what I agreed to.” I swallow around a lump in my throat, “But I cannot help you kidnap Alina.” 

The corner of his mouth tugs downwards. “We’re just going to get her to work with us.” 

“Work with you?” 

“We never said anything about taking her, and if Alina is really your friend you should know that the entire world is after her. Better us who can get her out of an unwanted situation quickly than the brutal General Kirigan who will hold her hostage until she does what he wants.” 

...I guess he has a point. “Oh.” I’m not naive enough to think that their methods will revolve around making Alina comfortable, but perhaps it’s not as dark as I assumed. “Maybe I was a little quick to assume…” I trail off awkwardly, looking at Inej for some type of reassurance. She avoids my gaze. 

I scratch the back of my arm, feeling like a spiraling child. I pick up my knapsack and place it on my lap, fiddling with the strap. 

“Come on,” Kaz stands, adjusting his grip on his cane, “We only have until sunrise.” 

As I stand, I pull down the skirt of my dress, suddenly aware of how inappropriate my clothing is for this late in the night. “Can--can I change first?” 

It’s a sheepish question, leaving me feeling like a child. 

“Five minutes,” Kaz offers, stepping out of the room with the rest of them. 

Inej leaves last, feet more silent than a cat. She offers me the tiniest hint of a smile. Despite my reservations, I beam at her. Something about me finds her politeness endearing despite it all. I think she closes the door loudly on purpose, to assure me of privacy. 

Normally changing in a building so full of drunk men would leave me nervous, but knowing Inej is outside leaves me feeling safe. I may not trust her with my life but something about her being tells me she values personal autonomy enough to protect it. 

I sift through the belongings Inej brought me. Clean underwear I try not think of her searching for, a thin white dress, comfortable pants, shorts, a few casual shirts, my red hood, and a nightgown. When I get to the bottom of the bag, and I see the personal belongings Inej smuggled back for me, I’m moved so powerfully my hand flies to my mouth on instinct. She had brought the folded up piece of paper with the only information I’ve been able to find about Kamil, the book I left on my nightstand, the small candle holder Alina had given me the day before I was taken away, the blade Mal had given me the day I left, the deck of playing cards Anya had first taught me to play with, and my mother’s necklace. The silver north star on a long chain. 

Before I can become too emotional, I take off the Crow’s Club T-shirt Inej had given me when I looked cold. I change into black pants, tucking the small blade Mal had given me into the pocket. The shirt I put on is pale blue, breaking the dark theme of everything around me. I fasten my red hood over my shoulders, basking in the familiar fabric. Lastly, I pull the north star necklace over my head, watching the blue orb with a black dot at its center blink at me in the light. I always found the stone at the pendant’s center odd. I'm quick to walk towards the door, nervous about what wasting their time could mean. 

“Let’s do this,” I sigh, pushing open the door. 

They all pause. Or maybe they were never moving. I try to imagine them interacting normally, but it’s hard to picture them as anything but intense and unflinching. There’s something odd about them, though, Jesper practically sulking and Kaz dropping his head despite Inej’s harsh stare.

“What kind of stone is in your necklace?” 

I swear to the Saints that if Kaz Brekker tries to steal it I’ll melt those leather gloves into his hands. “Try to take it and--” 

“That’s what I get for trying to make ‘polite conversation.’” He throws a look at Inej as he speaks the last two words. 

Wait--did Inej tell him to try to make polite conversation? Wait--more importantly, did he just kind of, almost say something that borders on casual? 

Wrinkling my nose, I let out a slight sigh. “Sorry.” 

His eyebrows draw together quizzically. “Did you just apologize for assuming I’d steal from you?” 

Great. Now I’m fully embarrassed. “Can we just go?” 

“Not before meeting me, I hope.” The stranger’s voice means nothing to me, but the others tense at it immediately. What? The man continues to walk forward, his steps too casual and confident for me to trust. The stranger is quick to respond to the question on my face, “Pekka Rollins.” 

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Ch. Twenty One

⚠WARNING: Mention of previous character's death, crying, grieving

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Stepping off the bus you give a huge yawn. It wasn’t a long bus ride from Osamu’s apartment to the shrine but it dragged on from the little sleep you got last night. Kita wasn’t keen on having you walk from the apartment in your current state, and Aran almost called a taxi for you. But you couldn’t let them pay for it when you could’ve walked. You all settled on you taking the bus, albeit Kita provided the fare.

You’re pretty sure he feels a bit bad that you weren’t going to be there when Osamu woke up, but he was still completely passed out when you left. You couldn’t wait any longer unless you wanted to be late, so you left the apartment that morning with a promise from Kita to call with any updates.

You’re extremely grateful that Kita is willing to be forthcoming, especially after you weren’t 100% helpful during Kita’s initial search for Osamu. But as you walk towards the shrine entrance, you power off your phone and slip it into your bag.

Today is about Hajime, he deserves all of your attention.

Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki wait for you at the entrance, all dressed in nice shirts and ties. You give them a small smile, working hard to bring it to your face. They give you smiles that are equally lackluster, but you don’t blame them at all.

“Y/N-chan~” Oikawa called in a high voice. HIs smile is the biggest, and the fakest. He pulls you into a hug as soon as you are in arms reach. “Did you sleep okay last night?”

You nod against his chest. “Yes, thank you. And thank you for bringing me clothes.”

“What’s this about last night?” Makki asks in a pale imitation of his usual teasing voice. He looks pale in the bright light of day and his hand is held tight in Mattsun’s.

You shake your head gently. “I’ll tell you later.”

“He’ll hold you to that.” Mattsun warns. HIs face is blank - at first glance his stoicism is taken for apathy, but you know the real truth.

It’s silent for a beat before Oikawa speaks up. “Well, shall we?”

You all nod and together walk into the park. It’s quiet and you don’t pass many others on your way. No words are exchanged on your walk but you all walk close together.

As you round the corner, you can see Hajime’s grave. Your breathing picks up and you reach for Oikawa’s hand. It’s always a surreal moment, seeing the exact location where Hajime is meant to be. His tombstone doesn’t stand out for the others, save for today - it shines in the sun a bit more and fresh flowers are in a vase by the base of the grave.

“The Iwaizumis’ were here earlier.” Oikawa mentions in a breathy whisper. “They didn’t want to impose on our visit.”

Mattsun clears his throat. “We should visit them soon.”

Makki makes a noise that sounds like an affirmative but it’s hard to tell from tears he’s audibly trying to hold back.

Soon, too soon, you’re standing in front of Hajime’s grave. You read the epitaph on the stone, as you’ve done every time.

Here lies Iwaizumi Hajime - a son, a friend, a brother. His spirit lives on in the memories of those who loved him.

This has been the sixth time you’ve read this inscription - the first, second and third time you were unable to get through the first few words without breaking down and crying. The fourth time you were able to read it all before you cried, and the last time you were able to be a pillar of support to Oikawa who broke down then.

And now, as you read through the words, you feel the familiar tears well in your eyes and a blanket of melancholy settle over your shoulders. But this time, you stop and take in the meaning of those words.

His spirit lives on in the memories of those who loved him.

You glance to the side at your friends, those who also loved Hajime. Makki is opening weeping, his face buried in his hands. Mattsun has his arms around his boyfriend, his face hard and eyes glossy. Oikawa has brought his hands together and bowed his head. His eyes are closed but the little crease in between his eyebrows give away his distress.

You look back to the grave, to this grand sculpted piece of stone, this final resting place for your best friend, and close your eyes.

I miss you Hajime. You’re not particularly religious, nor do you have much belief in deities or gods that watch over you. But since Hajime’s passing, you’ve been able to fully understand the appeal of an afterlife - if tHajime is out there, somewhere, you can still talk to him. You can tell him how much you miss him and know that he’s hearing you. There’s some comfort and peace that can be found with the ritual.

But there’s also danger. There’s the potential of developing disastrous habits, or forging an alternate reality where your loved one isn’t dead. And you can lose yourself in that reality.

That’s why you sent those messages to Hajime’s old phone - you needed that last line of communication, albeit one-way communication. You needed to trick yourself into believing that he was really alive, to numb yourself from the harsh truth that he wasn’t.

His spirit lives on in the memories of those who loved him.

Is his spirit living on, truthfully? Were you really honoring Hajime’s life and legacy with those messages you sent? Or were you leading yourself down a path that you had no intention of straying from?

When Osamu texted you back from Hajime’s number, you were devastated. But in a way, Osamu had been your saving grace - you had no choice but to break your habit once he received the new phone number. There was no way you could continue to burden him with your messages and please and desperation. It was the clean break you needed, the hand to lead you out of the dark. And not only did he help break the habit, he became another person you could depend on.

You think back on the coffees and lunches you had shared and messages sent late in the night. You became close, unnaturally quick. Did you both just click with each other? Or did you rely on him more than you should? Was your dependence on him detrimental to your budding relationship? Did you rely on him to be a pillar of strength, because he, quite figuratively, took Hajime’s place in your life?

Your eyes open quickly. The fact that the answer is not crystal clear worries you. How long have you been using your friends, albeit subconsciously?

Suddenly Osamu’s anger towards you makes complete sense. And is justified. You need to apologize to him. To him and Hajime. You knew (or hoped at least) that you’d have the chance to apologize to Osamu. But now, this is your chance to apologize to Hajime.

You clasp your hands together and close your eyes. (And you work really hard to ignore how foolish you feel.)

Hajime, you think. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never told you how I felt about you and not being upfront about my feelings. You feel tears behind your closed eyes. I wanted to be able to love you like you deserved but I was scared. And I’m so sorry.

You can picture Hajime’s smile, the way his eyes would close when he would laugh, how he would curl into himself when he couldn’t stop laughing.

A few tears eek past your closed eyes.

You can also imagine Osamu, his eyes crinkling at the corners, in time with the upturn of his lips. You can feel the gentle, soothing patterns he traced on your back while you cried.

You weren’t able to love Hajime the way you wish you could have. Maybe you can give it your all with Osamu.

But why does that idea make your stomach twist and fill you with shame? Why does the idea make you feel like a villain?

You open your eyes again and look at Hajime’s grave.

Is it because to give it your all with Osamu would mean letting go of Hajime?

“Are you ready to leave?”

Mattsun’s voice brings you out of your heavy thoughts. You look at him, seeing an openly weeping Makki held tightly in his arms. You nod and turn to your other side.

Oikawa is crouched down, with his head bowed forward and one hand resting over Hajime’s name.

You rest a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon Oikawa.” He doesn’t give any indication that he heard you, but after a few seconds he rises. He wipes his face and turns to leave.

“Let’s go.”

Mattsun guides Makki out, letting him continue to cry as they walk. You bring an arm around Oikawa’s waist and pull him in tight. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and squeezes back.

Hearts heavy, you all exit the shrine and make your way to the park. It’s not far from the shrine but no words are exchanged throughout your walk. It remains silent as you enter the park, find a good spot in the shade and set up the picnic.

It’s a glorious day - blue skies without a cloud in sight. A gentle breeze blows through every now and then, and the temperature is perfect.

As everyone settles onto the blanket Oikawa opens his bag and pulls out the food. You take yours from him and open the container. A sad smile crosses your lips. “Agedashi tofu?”

Oikawa nods. “Seemed fitting.”

“Is it really picnic food?” Mattsun asks. Makki is quiet, his eyes and nose red.

“Anything is picnic food at a picnic!” Oikawa retorts.

Mattsun raises his eyebrows and puts a piece in his mouth. His face quickly morphs to surprise as he chews. “I take back what I said.”

Oikawa harrumphs and turns to his meal. You share a small smile with Makki before tucking in.

The food really is quite good. The tofu is crispy on the outside but flavorful on the inside. The four of you sit in silence as you eat. You don’t feel the need to make conversation, but the silence you bask in is melancholic.

Suddenly Oikawa slams down his container. His utensils rattle against the lid and he harrumphs again. The noise brings you out of your stupor, and you glance at Mattsun (sharing a curious look) before speaking up. “Are you okay Tooru?”

“No!” Oikawa cries. He sniffs and turns his head away, glaring at the blanket. You sigh inwardly, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Oikawa would crack. He’s been surprisingly strong today but you know he harbors a lot of hurt and you were waiting for the moment you could come in and support him.

“I’m annoyed!” His brief explanation makes you furrow your eyebrows and you wait for him to continue. “I knew today would be awful and I thought that putting together this picnic would help us cope, but all I can think about is how much Iwa-chan would laugh at me right now!

“And I miss him so much and I want to embrace that feeling but all I hear is ‘Shittykawa, stop being a diva’ and ‘You idiot, this is too much.” Oikawa sniffles back the snot in his nose and shakes his head. “Iwa-chan was such a brute.”

You, Mattsun and Makki share surprised looks at Oikawa’s rant. But they soon give way to loud laughter that bubbles from your chests.

Because Oikawa is totally right. Anytime you all (mainly Oikawa) tried to plan a party for Hajime - whether it be a birthday party or celebrating some achievement, Hajime would hate it. You weren’t sure if he hated having the spotlight on him or his instinct to hate whatever Oikawa would put together.

“Do you remember when we tried to throw a surprise birthday party for him?” You ask through your laughter.

Makki giggles. “Yeah, and he punched Oikawa in the face!”

“Or,” Mattsun pauses to catch his breath from laughing so hard. “Or when the security guard chased Y/N and Iwa off the school grounds for some game?”

You nod, feeling another fit of giggles take over. “Yeah! Oikawa tried to organize a scavenger hunt!”

Makki snorts loudly, which pushes you and Mattsun over the edge again. You look at Oikawa, who is looking put-out but is clearly trying to hold back his laughter. Makki snorts again, making Mattsun wheeze, and Oikawa breaks.

The four of you are completely losing it in the park, laughing loud and uninhibited. Between breaths you all share more stories - most of Hajime trying his best to reign in you and Oikawa while Makki and Mattsun didn’t do anything to help him.

You’re not sure if it’s you or someone else, but soon tears mix in with your laughter. You look around to see your friends laughing and crying as well.

Watching Maki & Mattsun tease Oikawa for his ugly crying face, you can just picture Hajime sitting with you all. And instead of the thought making you shrivel up inside, warmth blossoms in your chest. You can see Hajime beating Maki in another arm wrestling match, or laughing at something sarcastic Mattsun said. If you really thought about it you can see Hajime yelling at something that Oikawa did (whether he deserved to be yelled at or not.)

You can imagine Hajime sitting next to you now in the sun. If you were to meet his gaze you know that he’d give you a fond look. You can picture it perfectly. It’s one that he’d wear when his friends would achieve the impossible, or break through a challenge that had been keeping them down.

It was a look of pride.

He always wanted what was best for you, and for his friends - his selfless actions could fill books that could fill libraries. His praise for you all made you keep pushing forward. It’s one of his most admirable traits, and one reason why you fell in love with him.

You know, deep down, that he would be okay with you moving on. This whole time it was you that was scared of letting go.

But here in this park, on the anniversary of Hajime’s passing, you finally feel okay with moving on. And if you could tell him that, he’d wipe the tears from your eyes and give you a soft smile. A smile that says how proud he is of you, one that says much he loves you, and one that you know means that he’ll always be with you.

In a way, Oikawa’s specially-planned lunch worked exactly how it was meant to. Because even though exactly six months ago your world completely fell apart, you can sit here now and feel some peace. You know that you have to pick up the pieces and put yourself back together. You know that some days the pain will be unbearable. But with your friends here, you have the strength to put yourself together again. With that thought, you look up at the sky and smile.

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A/N: This entire scene was maybe the second or third scene I drafted out when I wrote this story (mainly because I had been writing so much angst and I needed some relief for these guys.) Like honestly, I don't think they have all sat together and talked about Iwaizumi in this story at all like this - laughing and reminiscing together. It makes my heart soar - of course they're not magically fixed or things are going to be getting better in the end but there's a clear difference between their dynamic from the start of the story to now. And that makes me very happy. 💖💖💖 I hope you are all enjoying the story, thank you so much for reading!

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Free Guy Review

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

If you haven’t seen the movie Free Guy (2021) stop reading right now! Drop what you’re doing and go get yourself a ticket! You’ll thank me later!

I loved this movie! I saw it this weekend for the second time because it’s that good! I first saw the trailer on YouTube a while back and then when theatres reopened a few weeks ago I saw the trailer again and my interest was piqued. I had high hopes for this movie based on the fun looking trailer, the premise, the cast, and the sense of fun and escapism that the movie seemed to embody and it did not disappoint. It’s always nice when you have high hopes for something and it meets or exceeds your expectations.

Free Guy is just such a fun and joyous movie. Never taking itself too seriously, packed with lots of heart, cool cameos, full of gaming and pop culture references, and it’s fueled by a unique concept that is well executed. There are just so many things I loved about this movie! It was a ton of fun to watch and the actors clearly had a blast making it. During the movie I kept trying to figure out where I knew most of the actors from but couldn’t place them. When I got home, I googled it and I instantly realized why. The roles are just so different and the actors embody their characters so completely you lose yourself in the film and get completely sucked in. I was honestly so surprised when I figured out what I knew most of the actors from because the roles that they’re known for are so different from their characters in the movie. Their appearances, established ages, and even the accents are so different that I literally did a double take, but that’s what makes the movie so good! Because the main actors obviously didn’t need the paycheque they were just there to have fun and it shows. I think if the situation had been different and the actors involved had been desperate for money or took the role for some other reason it wouldn’t have worked. The film would have come off as cheesy, forced, cringeworthy, or just plain bad. Free Guy is none of those things. The film stars Ryan Reynolds as ‘Guy’ a bank teller in a video game called Free City, Jodie Comer whose best known for playing Villanelle in Killing Eve as programmer Millie Rusk and her avatar Molotov Girl, Joe Keery whose best known for playing Steve Harrington in Stranger Things as programmer Walter ‘Keys’ McKey, and Taika Waititi whose best known for playing Viago in What We Do in the Shadows as the Head of Soonami Studios and the film’s main antagonist and villain Antwan. Rounding out the cast are Utkarsh Ambudka as programmer Mouser and Lil Rel Howery as Guy’s best friend and bank security guard Buddy. In a nutshell, Free Guy is about a bank teller named Guy who finds out he’s a non-playable background character (NPC) in an open-world Grand Theft Auto style video game called Free City. Guy becomes the hero of his own story after meeting Millie, the girl of his dreams, and winning fans all over the world by racking up points by being the good guy and helping others. After leveling up and helping Millie escape a dangerous situation in the game, Guy wins her over and she falls for him thinking that he’s another player. But when the world that Guy knows and all of the people in it are threatened, he teams up with Millie to save his friends before it’s too late. In the real world, Millie enlists the help of her former programming partner and best friend Keys in a race against time to stop their code and all of the sentient characters from Free City from being deleted by Antwan the developer who stole their code when the game’s sequel launches. I love that the movie had a unique premise and didn’t overcomplicate things. There are so many movies that I’ve gone to see over the last few years with such excitement only to be disappointed. For example, I loved Wreck It Ralph, but was so disappointed by its sequel Ralph Breaks the Internet. The trailers made it seem like it would take the premise of the first movie and move things into the online gaming world, and I was excited for that. Instead, the sequel left the premise of the first movie behind entirely and way over complicated the plot and the end result was extremely cheesy and disappointing. Free Guy’s strength is that it’s a self-aware movie made by self-aware people who are excellent at what they do. The movie doesn't take itself too seriously, nor should it, and that allows the story to flow and the characters to feel real and genuine. The movie achieves that perfect balance between being entertaining and telling a cohesive and important story because while the movie never takes itself too seriously the people behind it are serious about what they do. This was very clearly a passion project for all involved, especially Ryan Reynolds, and it shows! As he’s spoken about in interviews and on Twitter, Reynolds called on a lot of his friends to be in Free Guy and help him out and the end result was fantastic! I loved all of the cameos! The Chris Evans cameo was by far the funniest and the Alex Trebek cameo got me right in the feels. When I saw the movie in theatres me and everyone else in the theatre gave a collective “awww” when he appeared on screen. Enlisting real YouTubers to show up as fictional versions of themselves to talk about Blue Shirt Guy’s popularity was a nice touch and you’ve also got blink and you miss it voice cameos by John Krasinski, Dwyane The Rock Johnson, Hugh Jackman, and Tina Fey. Channing Tatum appears as the avatar of player Revenjamin Buttons which for the most part was hilarious. One of my few criticisms of the film is that they went a bit overboard the avatar’s antics as Guy and Buddy are attempting to leave and it got bit a cringeworthy. But I know other people found it hilarious so to each their own. I love all of the little details and references in the movie. Just listing them all would be a post in itself. If you’re someone that loves pop culture references and Easter Eggs this is the movie for you. The characters are fun and believable, and you get attached to them quickly. The actors commit completely to their roles which is makes the humour, romance, and heartfelt emotion of the film work. You buy it. 100%. Something that I absolutely loved was that the characters felt realistic and that the dialogue, attire, and settings for each character really felt authentic. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched a movie or TV show and walked away thinking, “The person who wrote that clearly never meet a kid, teenager, or twenty something in their life! That was so unrealistic.” The slang’s all wrong. The dialogue is so eloquent everyone sounds like they did Shakespeare in the Park last summer. You walk away thinking, “What the hell was that? No one talks that way!” What I loved about the characters in Free Guy is that they felt like real people you could actually run into or walk past on the street. I’ve read in interviews that in addition to the written dialogue the cast did a lot of ad-libbing and improvisation and the end result is both hilarious and relatable. The dialogue feels real because it is. The big exception to this of course is Antwan who is altogether off the wall and ridiculous. Antwan is such an outrageous, absurd, vulgar, and cartoonish character. He’s so fun to watch and the actors clearly had a lot of fun with his scenes! I’ve read that a lot of his lines with Keys and Mouser were improvised and I believe it. When he goes all Jack Nicholson on the servers? Lord. He’s such a great villain to watch. The characters that are established to be in their twenties like Millie, Keys, Mouser, and the other employees at Soonami Studios talk, act, and dress like they’re in their twenties. The actors that are in their forties are styled to look like they’re in their thirties and honestly, they’re in such great shape it works! I mean I was honestly shocked to find out Taika Waititi’s real age. I love how the costuming really fits each character and allows you to learn more about them. Keys’ clothing is your typical gamer chic which makes because as we learn from his interview with Millie coding is his life and what gets him up in the morning. From Mouser’s clothing we learn that he’s a sports fan, but also isn’t afraid to take risks like with that blazer ensemble he wears in his final scene at Millie’s apartment.

Millie’s clothing shows the contrast between her and her avatar Molotov Girl, and Antwan’s ridiculous coat enhances the overall wackiness of his character. Guy’s clothing tells us something too. He wears the same thing every day until he meets Millie in the game at which point, he starts deviated from his Free City programming and chooses a different blue shirt. I also really love that they put thought into why Keys needs to wear glasses. Something I noticed on rewatch is that Keys is far sighted which is why he has his glasses on when he’s looking at his laptop or computer and sometimes when’s talking to other people, but not when he goes to see Millie at her apartment or when he goes to get them coffee at the end of the movie. Another interesting aspect of Keys’ character that I noticed on rewatch is self-confidence is really something he struggles with in contrast to Millie and Mouser who are very confident. Millie is a genius programmer and Mouser is excellent at what he does, and they are both very confident in their coding abilities, but Keys isn’t despite being every bit the genius that Millie is. At the beginning of the movie when they first notice the issue with Guy Mouser jokes that Keys needs to be better at his job. In response Keys meekly says he thinks he’s pretty good at his job and trails off at the end. Mouser is just joking around, but because Keys lacks self-confidence comments like that hit him hard. Mouser is moving towards his own desk as he talks so he doesn’t notice how self-deprecating and uneasy Keys’ response is. In the interview from the indie games conference that Millie plays for Keys at his apartment, he brushes off the interviewers comment that he’s a genius and says Millie is the real genius because she created the AI engine and he just wrote the code to make it work. Later on, when Keys helps Millie get into the stash house, she calls him a genius and he tells her that as he’s currently sitting on a toilet stealing user code he doesn’t exactly feel like one. Millie responds offhandedly that he never does, but luckily, she knows better. When Keys realizes that Millie was right, and that Antwan did steal their code and their game worked he tells Millie they need to celebrate because once everyone sees their build she’ll be celebrated and she could win a noble prize. Both Millie and Keys are geniuses in their own right. The game wouldn’t have worked without both of their skills and Guy wouldn’t have come to life without both of them working together. Millie’s AI engine made his sentience possible, but Keys is the one who gave him hopes and dreams so that when he met Millie in the game, he came alive. When done right the settings we see tell the story just as much as the characters do and I love how realistic the settings in Free Guy look. The floor at Soonami Studios where Keys and Mouser work looks like a real office and I love that the desks have clutter and personal effects on them like real cubicles do and that they show Keys taking a box of his stuff with him as he leaves. The lobby with the moving water videos and Antwan’s massive but largely empty office fits perfectly with the obnoxious, zany, and over the top character that he is. I also love the contrast between Keys and Millie’s apartments and how those settings tell us a lot about each character and where they are in their lives when the film starts. When Keys comes home from work to find that Millie has broken in, we see that he lives in a stylish one bedroom apartment with an open concept kitchen full of stainless steel appliances, a large living room centred around an expensive wall mounted TV and entertainment system, with his computer and gaming station set up in the corner. On the walls we see artful clusters of black picture frames, through a partially open door we see a bedroom off to the side, the apartment is full of black and white furniture including a plush couch and nice lamps, and features a textured silver accent wall. All of which makes the fact that Millie managed to break in even more impressive because it is clearly an expensive apartment in a nice building. Keys’ style is minimalist and upper scale and based on what we learn about the events that took place before the start of the movie this indicates that Keys got the apartment and all of the nice stuff in it using the money he received when Antwan bought his and Millie’s game. In contrast, Millie lives in a bachelor apartment and spends her time in coffee shops ordering one single black coffee over four hours. This tells us that she kept her original apartment that she had from before the game was sold and is living off the money she got from the sale while she spends all of her time trying to find the proof she needs to win her lawsuit. When we see Millie’s place, we find that it’s cozy, full of plants, throw rugs, quilts, and comfy furniture. She’s got a bike in the corner, you can see her bed from the centre of the room where she’s got her computer and gaming station set up adjacent to the coffee table and the rest of the living room furniture. Her kitchen is smaller and full of wooden cabinets and her bathroom door has DIY multicoloured square panels on it. Keys and Millie’s apartments are very different and through these settings we see the contrast between where these characters are in their lives, their wealth, and their personal style. The song ‘Fantasy’ by Mariah Carey is featured heavily in the film and is guaranteed to get stuck in your head in the best way! Jodie Comer’s cover of it is amazing! It fits the moment where Guy makes it to the island that is Millie and Keys’ original build and shows it to the world perfectly. This movie made me appreciate Mariah Carey’s music in a whole new way and I can’t be the only way. After watching the movie, I went looking for the song on Apple Music, wound up listening to the Mariah Carey Essentials Playlist, and I’ve become obsessed. I knew some of her hits, but after listening to her music more I get why people love her so much. Her five octave vocal range is amazing, and her music is just so fun to listen to. The film has a really great soundtrack overall and I’ve had many of its song on repeat since I saw it. Something I really loved about this movie and the reveal at the end that Keys is in love with Millie and is desperate for her to notice, but she’s been oblivious the whole time is that they don’t do the supposedly nice nerdy guy whose really a jerk trope. So many movies do this where you have a nerdy male character whose unluckily love, looked over, or his love is unrequited, and we’re supposed to root for him because he’s a quote “nice guy”. But really, he’s not. He’s a jerk who feels slighted because a woman in his life doesn’t love him back or notice him and he feels as if she owes him something. The scene at Millie’s place where Millie tells Keys he looks cute when he brags, and Mouser encourages him to tell Millie how he feels is super frustrating to watch but it’s so important to Keys’ character. He asks Millie out for coffee and when she turns him down to jump back into the game, he doesn’t make a big deal about it even though Mouser wants him to. Instead he gets up and goes and gets her a coffee anyway. She goes to tell him her order, oblivious to the fact that he’s memorized it, he tells her he remembers, and goes to get the coffee anyway much to Mouser’s and the audience’s dismay. This is big because Keys clearly doesn’t want to be walking down the street by himself to get coffee. He wants to be getting coffee with Millie so that he can tell her how he feels to see if she might feel the same way, but when she turns him down he goes and gets the coffee anyway because he truly loves and cares about her and he values their friendship enough to put his own feelings aside and suffer in silence rather than lose her and what they’ve built. So, he takes the opportunity to get some air rather than continue to sit there in disappointment. Which is why he’s so confused when Millie runs after him and calls out to him from across the street. He doesn’t understand what she’s doing there. She turned down his offer to get a coffee and he already knows her order so why is she there? I love that they chose to make that scene non-verbal. I think if Millie had come out and made some big declaration of love it would have felt cheesy and overdone. But her running after him and silently communicating through her smile and body language that she understood and that she felt the same way was perfect. It was subtle and beautiful and perfectly acted. It also felt realistic to the characters because in real life when you’ve known someone a really long time and you’ve spent a lot of time with them you don’t always need words to convey what you mean. What Millie wanted to express in that scene was so big and so all-encompassing she couldn’t find the words to say everything that she wanted to say so she didn’t. She just stood there and smiled knowing that being the genius that he is he would understand. It’s like Keys says in their interview, words will fail you, but code never does. His coding worked and now she understands so rather than try and say it all and fail she just looks at him and smiles to show him that she finally gets it. She finally understands what he’s been trying to say to her all this time. And you can see the exact moment Keys realizes why she’s there. The moment where he goes from being confused as to what she wants to realizing that she saw the video and she knows how he feels and that she wouldn’t be standing there smiling at him like that if she didn’t feel the same way. When I watched the scene the first time around, I was anxiously clutching my nachos the entire time because when Keys ran towards her my immediate thought was, “Oh my god he’s gonna get hit by a car and they’re never gonna get to be together! Oh my god!” But then he didn’t get hit by a car and Millie ran out to meet him and for the first time in their relationship she met him halfway and they kissed and it was beautiful! I think because Free City had so much violence in it that’s where my mind went and I’m very glad they didn’t go that route. One of my only criticisms about the movie is that I wish they had stayed on Millie and Keys just a little bit longer. They kiss and embrace and then very quickly they cut to black. I wish they’d linger on that moment just a little bit longer because I love those characters so much and in the scene that follows where Guy and Buddy are reunited we see them hug and then walk away together to start their new lives and I wish we’d gotten just a bit more time with Millie and Keys. I also really loved the parallel between the different kinds of relationships within the movie and how platonic relationships are just as important as romantic ones. The reveal at the end about Guy being Keys’ creation and a love letter to Millie and her realizing she’s been loving Keys vicariously through Guy and them finally coming together and being on the same page is beautiful because from the very beginning the movie is full of clues, hints, and foreshadowing that all comes together at the end. Meanwhile, we see the friendship between Guy and Buddy and how important that friendship is to him because it’s something that he created on his own. His love for Millie is born out of the programming that Keys gave him, but his friendship with Buddy is something that Guy created all on his own of his own volition. Which is part of what makes Buddy’s death on the bridge so tragic. I cried when Buddy disappeared. Reynolds and Howery play their characters with such sincerity that his death pacts an emotional punch you don’t expect. I love that the security guards at Soonami are so moved by Buddy’s heroism and are so captivated by what’s happening with the live stream that Millie is able to sneak past them into the server room and stop Antwan from destroying what’s left of the game. Something else I noticed on rewatch is that during the final battle after Millie gets booted from the game and Guy has to fight Dude on his own the glasses he’s wearing are very similar to the ones Keys wears in the movie which I thought was a cool nod to Guy being Keys’ creation. This really is a movie in which you find something new every time you watch it. For instance, the second time around I noticed that the foreshadowing that Keys is in love with Millie, but she’s oblivious to it because she’s so focused on the game was really well done. In the video from the indie game conference that Millie plays for Keys at his apartment when asked by the interviewer about their chemistry Millie responds first and says that their friends, their relationship is completely platonic, and laughs off the idea that they have chemistry. In contrast Keys falters and is silent and then eventually says meekly that they’re just friends. Millie is looking ahead at the interviewer and to the side away from Keys as she’s laughing and so she doesn’t see Keys’ reaction. At the end of the apartment scene after Millie breaks in to ask Keys for his help, he tells Millie he cares about her and he almost says something else. It feels like he’s about to say, ‘I love you’ but then he catches himself and instead tells her that she needs to leave. When Keys visits Millie’s apartment to tell her that she was right and they’re sitting on the couch he reaches out and puts his hand on her knee and then snatches it back when he realizes he’s gotten too close. He wants so desperately to be closer to her and in his excitement, he gets closer than he normally would before realizing that putting his hand on her knee in that close proximity is not a platonic gesture. Millie is so caught up in the realization that Guy, the person she’s fallen in love with, is an AI and not a real person that she doesn’t notice. My heart broke for Keys in that scene as he realized that Millie had fallen for Guy and kissed him and was so upset about it and meanwhile, he was right in front of her desperate for her to see how much he cares. It must have just wrecked him to go home that night and realize that Guy was based on the lovelorn character he created and that Millie had fallen in love with his creation while at the same time being so oblivious to his real world affection for her. In the scene at Millie’s apartment after they’ve gotten the server from Antwan and Mouser encourages Keys to say something, I noticed on rewatch just how weak and meager Keys’ attempt to ask Millie out is. He stumbles his way through asking her to get a coffee and trails off at the end so it’s no wonder Millie doesn’t clue in that he’s trying to ask her out. And in Keys’ defence he sent her a whole video confessing his feelings for her and all of the little things he loves about her and then told her to watch it and he has no idea if she did or not. We the audience know that Millie only saw half of it, but Keys has no idea if she saw none of it, part of it, or all of it. He knows she got Guy to remember, but she’s also sending him mixed messages. One minute she’s saying he’s cute when he brags and the next, she’s turning him down for coffee to talk to Guy. From the outside it’s so obvious that Keys is in love with Millie, but she doesn’t see it because she’s always looking the other way, not paying attention, so caught up in the game, and too focused on their work to see what’s right in front of her. On rewatch one of the big things I noticed is that Keys is always on the edge of telling Millie how he really feels but he always stops himself because she brushes him or the idea off and because he’s scared of what will become of their work and their friendship if she doesn’t feel the same way. It’s a huge leap. If Millie doesn’t feel the same way it’s going to make their relationship incredibly awkward and could potentially destroy their partnership so Keys decides it’s better not to say anything or only hint at how he feels rather than run the risk of ruining everything. Something else I noticed on rewatch is that in the interview they give Keys says he thinks of himself as an author and that code is what gets him up in the morning and that he loves the ones and zeros of binary because words can fail you and let you down but code never does. At the end of the movie when Millie goes to talk to Guy in Free Life he tells her that he loves her and while he knows that’s his programming he’s realized that he’s a love letter to her and that somewhere out there in the real world is the author. Such a great callback. All in all, I can definitely say that Free Guy has been my favourite movie so far this year! Definitely my favourite movie of the summer. I went to see it twice in theatres and I’ve never done that for any other movie before. I’ll rewatch them at home sure, but I’ve never actually paid money to see something twice on my own. I’m very excited to see the sequel and my hope is that it will be just as good as the first.  Until next time.

[hardlystrictlystarwars]

You Did This To Me(Commander Wolffe x Reader)

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Wolffe x Reader, post-Order 66 so idk if it’s still “commander”

How is your relationship post-Order 66 between your Commander?

GIF is not mine, belongs to original creator

Warnings: The three A’s (Argument, Angst, and Anger), mentions of violence and death

A/N: Did I want to write something that would break my heart tonight? No, but here we are anyways. I actually really like this piece though. It’s on the shorter side but it’s got claws(it a weird literary sense). Anyways I hope you like it! Also I’ve decided if pt 1 of OALITG gets 100+ notes I’ll write a part 4, and I think it’s at 99 notes at the time of writing this(This is not promo for it, it’s just putting it down in writing so I commit myself to doing it, but also pls go support my baby). 

Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

You were already half asleep when you felt the bed dip, hearing Wolffe behind you grunt as he crawled under the sheet next to you, trying to get comfortable. 

“What’s this?” He asked once he had found a position he liked next to you. He lifted up the fabric that covered the both of you to look at the shirt you were wearing.

“It’s too hot to wear anything else,” You complained with your eyes still closed. You had worn a thin camisole to bed because Seelos was going through a record-breaking heat wave. One that would have probably killed you if you were wearing more layers. 

“It’s nice,” Wolffe commented, drawing lines on your shoulder, “Not something I would picture a Jedi Knight having in her wardrobe,”

You groaned before turning over to face him. The small light in the corner of your bedroom illuminated both of your faces. 

“I’m no jedi anymore,” You said as you pulled the sheet down to reveal the scars you had over your chest, “Not with the things I’ve had to do to survive,”

Wolffe studied your exposed skin for a while. Running his hands over one of the more prominent scars that trailed from your collarbone down to the bottom of your sternum where your shirt plunged.

“Does this one hurt?” He asked, his fingers not leaving your skin. 

“Not anymore, it did when I first got them though,” You answered, carefully  watching his every movement. 

“I can’t believe someone did this to you,” He murmured. 

You eyed him, questioning if he was being candid, “Wolffe, you did this to me. Don’t you remember?”

“What?” He asked, not knowing what you were talking about. 

“You got orders from the Emperor and then you turned your guns on me. The whole company you were with turned their guns on me,” You told him. 

He shook his head at you, trying to sort out that day in his mind. He remembered that day, hearing those orders, lifting his weapon at someone. But everything after that became blurry and unreliable. He wasn’t sure what parts were real and what parts were fake. If you didn’t have the scars to prove it, he would’ve thought it was a dream. 

“You gave me this one, this one and this one,” You pointed to prominent scars on your body that had been clearly caused by blaster shots.

“You know I would never do that to you,” He insisted, looking like he was on the verge of tears, now looking you in the eyes, “Whoever did that was in my mind and-”

“I know,” your replied, cupping his cheek with one of your hands and feeling his warmth, “We both did things that day that we would take back if we could,”

“(Y/N), whatever you did that day, you did it to protect yourself,” He tried to reassure you.

While his words were immeasurable to you, the memories of what you did haunted you. You knew what you had done, you remembered all of it, for better or for worse. 

You lifted up your shirt to reveal the continuation of each scar that decorated your body.

“Boost gave me this one and Sinker shot me here and here,” You said as you pointed to each of the corresponding scars, “I have a couple more on my lower back and about half a dozen on my legs from Warthog, Corvis and Comet,”

Wolffe’s expression changed into something unreadable. He had read his brother’s files of what had happened to them that day. That their cause of death had been recorded as “impalement from a lightsaber by a force-wielder.

It had just never occurred to him that that person could possibly be you. 

“I couldn’t save everyone Wolffe,” You broke down, “I tried and I’m sorry but there were too many guns firing away, and at one point I knew I could only save you and I. I did what I thought was right in the moment, but I’m so sorry,”

A tear fell down your cheek as you apologized to him. You had told him sorry several times before, but never specifically what for. 

You waited for his reaction but nothing ever came. 

His hands had retracted back and refused to touch you anymore. His eyes were still on your scars, but his star was hardened and cold. His silence wasn’t sincere or endearing, it was deafening. The longer he didn’t speak or move, the more you felt your heart breaking for him to do something. 

“I, I maybe I should just sleep on the couch tonight,” You murmured before fixing your shirt and grabbing your pillow. 

Wolffe didn’t say anything. 

You thought for a moment that he might tell you to stay as you exited your bedroom. But he didn’t. You thought eventually he would follow you out to your living room and join you. But he didn’t. As you laid on the couch, more awake than ever, you thought he might come lay with you. But he didn’t. 

Instead, all you received from him was silence. 

You thought he would be there in the morning. That’s what you told yourself to get through the night.

But he wasn’t.

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 Episode 11: Guiltrip

Spoilers below (because its out of order and it just got subbed)

-So class is going on and Rose got a headache. (Alya and Nino passing NOTES. Alynino get your JUICE)

-Marinette daydreaming about Adrien. So nothing out of the ordinary

-So Rose calls her headache Miss Dora. Okay this whole exchange with Rose is so cute.

- Juleka eating lunch, (you know we never really see the students eat lunch often.) And then Juleka got the sorrow clouds! OH NO! WHAT IS HAPPENING!

-Marinette trying to cheer up Juleka, back fires spectacularly. Oh Kwami.

-Jeez what happened to ROSE?

-Shadowmoth on cue because he really gonna capitalize on that suffering.

-Shadowmoth AKUMA DONT HELP, ONLY THERAPY DOES.

-Marinette got the bubbles for adrien still. She is still into him.

-Yo She CORRECTED her stammer! Marinette is getting better.

-Well this adrinette is delicious

-Marinette is keeping focus, and correcting her stammers. This is growth. Im glad for her.

-Juleka "I want to be alone" (Marinette texts the class)

-OH S*** Rose is at the Hospital! What the s*** Shadowmoth! Way to bury the lead? Side note: Everyone is just There suddenly

-Okay so basically Rose got sick when she was younger and that sickness can come back at any time, Rose made Juleka promise not to tell anyone about it, which she failed. And the class promises not to treat her any differently.

-And that is how you stop an akuma. Man The class is so supportive and caring for one another. The writers really just said (F*** class salt in particular) must be a sucky season to be a class salter

-And Julrose cuteness. And now everyone is being extra nice to rose which basically NEGATES what they said earlier. But you really can't fault them.

-Juleka is like 'Everyone, calm the f*** down' and its starting to get a little... obvious.

-THEY ALL GOT HER APPLES. I wonder if they are being to subtle (Not)

-Rose figured out something is up.

-Okay so I had to pause this because I LOVE JULEKA AND ROSE'S CONVERSATION! It starts like it is going to go the way of Rose feeling hurt and betrayed, but she pivots and realizes she had Juleka always worrying and that wasn't fair to her. So Rose doesn't get mad at Juleka but decides to clear the air and fix things.

-Rose got MASSIVE strength for a sick girl.

- Again, The class is a supportive group of friends. The writers really said f*** the class salt AGAIN.

-And now they are studying viruses in class. (I can picture how this is going to go)

-And this went how I expected it to go. I cracked up.

- And Now Juleka runs off because guilt

-Chloé and Sabrina didn't move and were like "WTH"

-Thats a weird way to say Girlfriend, but hey, Shadowmoth Aint the smartest bug

-Oh an amok!

-So the sentimonster is called Guiltrip

-And Reflekta again

-Wow Reflekta just Sent herself first! OH DAMN! Shadowmoth was like 'Wait no but my jewelry!?"

-The entire class save Sabrina, Chloé and Lila just up and ditched to go help Juleka. This class sugar is making me diabetic and I LOVE IT

-Rose straight up went in after Juleka (Respect)

-Ah yes the tried and true ladybug strategy. JUMP INTO ITS MOUTH. (but in this case portal)

-Shadowmoth is just like 'YESS ALL ACCORDING TO KEIKAKU." but he really is like, thank goodness that worked.

-Ivan sweetie no. It isn't your fault.

-so the bubbles turn them into Reflekta when they overtake you? But also make you feel guilty.

-NINO! OMG! Nino just said he feels guilty that he couldn't help Adrien face his dad. Adrino stans we got some juice! Adrien knows man. That hurt.

-Did... Did Chat noir just try to.... That is DARK

-Wow... this sentimonster making Ladybug and chat noir give up

-OMG ROSE WEAPONIZED POSITIVITY! SHE IS GOING SUPER ROSE! HOW?! WHY?! IDK BUT ROSE GOT THAT MLP FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC POWER.

-Yum, that is some tasty ladynoir. Well fed this season.

-I do really like how Ladybug transforms after using Lucky charm. It looks better then her standard suit. Wish we knew HOW she got that upgrade. But hey, out of order episodes, what will ya do.

-I already love Daizzi and Rose together. The pig Kwami is precious.

-Okay, I like the costume. Pigella shirt adds some flair. Gives more variety to the female costumes, which we needed. Plus the clap is cute

-Reflekta got that MEGA GUILT

-So her power is gift. but basically shows them their hearts desire.

-Omg, I just realized, Pigella is the ultimate enemy of Shadowmoth. She makes things happy while he thrives on suffering.

-Okay, I like Rose's costume, but ... those eyes creep me OUT.

-The cute Julrose is cute

-OH SO THATS HOW THE PICKAXE WAS USED? How simple.

-Reflekta charm! Juleka won't be victimized by Hawkmoth. So it is a permanent ward then?

-Rose is SLICK! 100 stealth on that miraculous hand off.

-Oh now they teasing her. Thats what Rose wanted. Cute

-Chloé is mad that no one laughs when she says stuff like that.

-ADRIEN! YOU SAVAGE. Sassdrien is real!

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Okay so I really enjoyed this episode.

I will say I wanted some more romantic Julrose, but you know, I gotta say. This was an excellent episode for both Juleka and Rose. The class also got to be supportive but in a believable way. Really got to show them more as characters.

The ladynoir and Adrienette was on point. And I think this might be one of the better hero intros.

overall 8/10

I felt that the conflict was handled a bit too quick and kind of anti-climactic. I would have loved to see more build up to Ladybug and Chat noir almost succumbing to despair. But it was good stuff

It is a solid episode and while I personally enjoyed other episodes more, this one was pretty good.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Um if you don't mind. Can you please write for M! Eden , kylar and Whitney with a tiny feminine male PC ( mistaken for a girl, feminine figure, wide hips) omegaverse if you can with omega pc

Yes I can 😳

NSFW under the cut

Eden

Mistakes you for a girl when you first meet, Eden in his rut tracking your sweet scent through the trees.

You had gotten separated from the camping trip you'd come with, shaking like a leaf at how terrified you were. You kept hearing wolves howling and branches snap.

Eden could smell your distress, instincts calling out to soothe and protect.

When he approaches you, you back up against a tree. He's a huge dark silhouette in the night, but his scent is so enticing. It tells you how strong he is, how fertile. This truly is an alpha male.

Eden sees this sweet little thing doing a poor job of hiding, and he can't take his eyes off of your hips. So wide, such a good place to hold onto. So small, too. He could just pick you up and use you to his pleasure, how could you fight back.

When he orders you to come to him, your legs move on their own accord, slick already starting to drip into your underwear.

Eden pins you to the floor and rips off your pants, confused to find a cock, but not unhappy. No, an omega is an omega, and this one is his.

Takes you over and over again before bringing you to his cabin. Something about the male keeps you lulled, keeps you grasping close and not wanting to let go. You settle in straight away, not realising your heat is due and that's why you needed to be close to the alpha.

Insists on you wearing a skirt around the cabin. Even asks you to buy a frilly apron so he can see you cook breakfast in it - the apron and nothing else.

Calls you his wife.

It used to bother you to be treated like this, but Eden does it in a way that has your legs go like jelly.

So, so protective over you. Not a day goes by where Eden doesn't mark you up, your neck looking like you've been attacked by the wild beasts that call the forest home.

Keeps track of your heat cycle and bans you from going into town a week before and after it. You have to stay at home and nest then, on the rug in front of the fire with tons of pillows and blankets, many of Eden's old clothes tucked into the nest to keep you comforted.

Loves you in his shirts. They dwarf you completely.

By now your heats have synced up with his ruts, so you're both desperate to touch each other when the time comes.

Neglects your cock during sex a lot. "Why would I need to when you cum on mine just fine?"

Kylar

Kylar often gets mistaken for an omega, so they've learned to defend themselves. Truth is they're an alpha, no matter how much their bullies try to tell them otherwise.

His favourite underwear to steal is the ones after your heats, covered in your slick. He'll spend hours at a time with it shoved against his nose while he masturbates, pictures himself knotted inside of you.

See how much it bothers you at school to be leered at over your feminine features. How often you have to tear your pants or shorts away from the grabby alphas that ask you to be their breeding bitch, that good girls like you should be full of pups.

Kylar even starts rubbing his clothes against you in your sleep, desperate to lay some claim so others can't steal you away.

You even start nuzzling into him at the park after a particularly bad day. Someone had shoved a hand down your pants and yelled out about how big your 'clit' was.

Day after day, you spend more time with Kylar and he can't believe it. Can't stop his heart hammering when you kiss him at the fountain. He makes sure to let you know he thinks you're handsome, not pretty.

When he's walking to English on day, excited to sit next to you, you pull him into a supply closet, tear streaming down your face. You're angry and hurt, and 100% serious when you demand that he mark you, presenting your slender neck to the alpha.

"But we haven't even made love yet-" Kylar gets interrupted when you start undoing his fly.

Well, it's happening now, he guesses, and he wastes no time in sinking his teeth in your neck and his cock in your ass.

You're about the same height, so there's no awkward bending to reach one another.

When you're both done, and when Kylar's knot deflates, you sluggishly wander into English half an hour late.

Doren gets about half a sentence into telling you off before they freeze, blushing and just deciding to continue the lesson while you sit down together.

Most of the class is looking on in shock, some of the alphas have hatred in their eyes directed right at Kylar. He doesn't really care right now as he cuddles up to your arm.

Likes to suck you off and finger your asshole at the same time.

Whitney

Whitney knows you have a cock. Knows you identify as a dude. Knows it bothers you when when you're misgendered.

He still forces you into the girls uniform. Has you in a training bra and panties, and if he catches you in school out of those? He's stripping you and making you parade around naked or face the humiliation of asking Leighton for a new uniform.

The last thing you want is that creep telling you that 'here, this shirt is ripped but it shows off your hips so well.'

Instead of jumping on your back, Whitney pick you up and takes you to the pool to chuck you in a lot, laughs that he can see your pussy through your wet clothes.

Whitney has you covered in marks and his scent well before they ever ask you out. It has its ups and downs, people avoid you at school so you get harassed less, but older people can smell that you haven't been fully claimed yet, so often ignore Whitney's markings, attempting to get you to come and 'see what a real alpha treats omegas like.'

When Whitney does claim you fully, knotting you in the pub of all fucking places, he just moves the panties to the side and slides himself in. You quickly gather an audience, but they keep their distance even if their phones are out and filming.

"What a pretty girl!" "He's so lucky!" "I wish my wife looked like that when I fuck her."

You want to scream at these people to shut up, to fuck off and let you enjoy yourself, but Whitney nips at your ear and whispers so only you can hear.

"Ignore them. Focus on me," his fingers wrap around your cock and start pumping.

"You're gonna cum for me aren't you? Aren't you gonna be a good boy?"

Its the first time Whitney has used your actual gender during intimate moments and you finish in his hand the second he says it.

As soon as his knot goes down you get dragged out of the pub and he sends you home.

Unfortunately, the next day at school he's back to calling you his girlfriend.

One day Whitney rides you in the school toilets and you're not so sure how he can still be that dominant while he takes your cock.

[danielxricciardo]

Prompts

1. "Hi, my ex just walked in. Would you hold my hand please?"

2. "I didn't expect to see you here."

3. "Have you seen this dog?"

4. “That mouth of yours, does it ever stop making noise”

5. “Seven minutes in heaven is for virgin teenagers”

6. “Slam that door one more time and I’ll shove my foot straight up your cute ass”

7. “Jesus! Knock next time would you”

8. “You have money go and get yourself a hoodie that’s not mine”

9. "I hate roses, I thought you knew"

10. "Do you think I am an angel? Ha"

11. "I wanted to sleep but someone decided to die"

12. "I can kill you right now, what are you talking about?"

13. "Hi, I am lost, can you come after me?"

14. "When I first saw you I wanted to date your best friend"

15. "I am so funny and you are just jealous"

16. "If I have to choose... no"

17. "Stop breathing like that!"

18. "I just did my nails"

19. "I'm the best driver în the world"

20. "Will you marry me?" "No"

21. "I think I broke my arm" "So?"

22. "I think I love you" "Thanks"

23. "My arms are lonely, don't you think?"

24. "Apparently we are dating"

25. “Well it’s kind of hard to move when you’re sitting on my lap”

26. "Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?"

27. "If we elope, you think they'll kill us?"

28. "This is yours"

29. "You can’t just kiss me, laugh and then walk away."

30. "Are you using ass as a pillow?"

31." I find your lack of faith disturbing."

32. "And I took it personally"

33. "In here I am the boss"

34. "Oh, bite me!" "Where?"

35. "What will you do if we break up?"

36. "Where is my T-shit?"

37. "This is no time for sarcastic comments."  "There is always time for sarcastic comments."

38. "I’ll keep quiet, you won’t even know I’m here."

39. "The way you flirt is just awful"

40. "Don’t be fooled. I’m the epitome of mess."

41. " If you are on TV should I congratulate you?"

42. "And this, is why we can’t have nice things."

43. "That's what he said"

44. "I am scared of your boss"

45. "You should know, a lot of girls have a crush on me"

46. "Everyone is afraid of you"

47. "If I'm watching that movie one more time I'll lose my fucking mind!"

48. "I thought being on vacation will be stress free"

49. "My parents don't trust you"

50. "I don't think I should give my last name so easily"

51. “I really wish I could unsee that.”

52. “Who would’ve guessed we’d be sharing a room.”

53. “I feel like you have an unhealthy obsession with me.”

54. “Nah he’s fine, it’s the other one you really got to watch out for.”

55. “I have a suggestion.” “I’m not taking my clothes off so forget it.”

56. “You’re the genius, why don’t you tell me?”

57. “Have I ever told you your accent makes me swoon?” “Really?” “No.” He/she smiles. “ that’s why I’ve never told you.”

58. “I’m alive? How am I still alive?”

59. “You’re crazy! I love it!”

60. “Never have I ever is about to get a lot more interesting.”

61. “What did they do?” “Dude. They did the do.”

62. "You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!"

63. "Well this is awkward."

64. "Im too sober for this."

65. "Im pregnant." "Wall done, Virgin Mary!"

66. " I want to protect you."

67. "Kill that spider and maybe I'll forgive you"

68. "I have no one to go to the wedding"

69. "Don’t you dare touch _______!"

70. "I thought you were dead!"

71. "This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in."

72. "Take care of you, please"

73. "If your best friend single?"

74. "Just remember, if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."

75. "Why does everyone assume we're a couple?"

76. "Im craving something sweet" "Are you pregnant or something?"

77. " What is the magic word?" "I'll kill you în your sleep"

78. "When I see you my knees get weak"

79. "Finally you're single. Can I take you on a date?"

80. " So, I guess you don’t do after hours?"

81. "I know what I'm doing, I've watched two whole seasons of Grey's Anatomy."

82. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you right now."

83. "Okay, this did not go as I planned it in the shower."

84. "I'm not going to sit around and watch you destroy yourself."

85. "You were my best friend"

86. "You did what?"

87. "Can you just pretend to love me for a second!"

88. "You are enough"

89. "Take the shirt off"

90. "Your nickname is bitch"

91. "What do you want to watch?" "You"

92. "How could you ask me that?"

93. "Your mouth does this thing and I can't resist it"

94. "Are you allowed to drink?"

95. "I said Im done, leave me alone!"

96. "Don’t raise your fucking voice at me”

97. “Yeah, I remember the drill”

98. “Tell me again, slowly this time, why that dog is in my bed.”

99. “Gave you so much, but it wasn’t enough.”

100. “You and me, we were destined to fall apart.”

101. “No, you don’t know who you are until somebody breaks your heart.”

102. “I want to tell you everything. The words I never got to say the first time around.”

103. “It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all.”

Song lyrics prompts

1. “It’s the little things about us, that I love so much.”

2. “Last night I told you I loved you // woke up blamed it on the vodka”

3. “It’s a better place since you came along”

4. “You make me love the things I hate  “

5. Just a paper sheet and half a cigarette are left in my hand

6. Your faith walks on broken glass

7. "And can you teach me how to dance real slow?"

8. "I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe"

9. "One night, you won't forget the rest of your life"

10. "We only said goodbye with words"

11. "I'll try to give you love until the day you drop"

12. "I like the pretty boys with the bow tie"

13. "Lets get drunk forget what we did"

14. Your kisses lift me higher

15. When you're ready we can share the wine

16. "And if you don't love me now you will never love me again"

17. "Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?"

18. "When there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove"

19. She's the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining, just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling.

20. Now I understand, you're a human, and you got to lie, you're a man

21. The good and the bad times: we've been through them all.

22. Now I ain't educated but I sure ain't stupid

23. I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill

24. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep

25. A lover would just complicate my plans

26. And in the morning, i’ll be with you, but it will be a different kind

27. My heart is yours, it’s you that i hold on to

28. And with one kiss, you inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years

29. I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world

30. I’m in my bed, and you’re not here and there’s no one to blame, but the drink in my wandering hands

31. Cause you gave me peace and i wasted it, I’m here to admit that you were my medicine

32. Oh, dear diary, i met a boy, he made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart, welcome to the life of electra heart

33. For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

34. Is it really me you're missing?

35. Remember that night?

36. How many times can I break till I shatter?

37. As long as I breathe, I’ll call you my home

38. "You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest."

39. "When we scream our lips don't make a sound."

40. "Please don't let me sink, wrap your arms around me and carry me home."

41. "This hasn't torn us apart so nothing ever will."

42. "A long time ago we believed that we were united."

43. "I miss the person that you were but I don't miss you."

44. "If home is where the heart is, why do I feel so fucking heartless?"

45. "I can't live, I can't breathe with or without you just go away."

46. "I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid I'll survive and have to watch you suffer."

47. "I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away."

48. "I'm not like you I just fuck up."

49. "All because of you I believe in angels, not the kind with wings, no not the kind with halos. The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place."

50. "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again."

51. “I wish people liked me more.”

52. “How could I ever love someone else?”

53. “I guess you’re getting everything you want.”

54. “She probably gives you butterflies.”

55. “I hope that you’re okay.”

56. “I defended you to all my friends.”

57. “I never cared about what they say, only care about me and you” 

58. “Either way i’m gonna lose, so i’m just gonna keep on loving you”

59. “You know i’m bad at communication, it’s the hardest thing for me to do”

60. “Iwas your lover, i was your friend, now I’m only just someone you call when it’s late enough to forget”

61. “It’s fucked up but it’s true that i love you like i do”

62. “Well we both had nights waking up in strangers beds but i don’t wanna, don't wanna, i don’t wanna give up yet”

63. “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow.”

64. “I’m begging for you to take my hand.”

65. “I can’t make it go away by making you the villain.”

66. “He feels like home.”

67. “I’d be breaking all my rules to see you.”

68. “But I know you’re not scared of anything at all.”

69. “When can I come back?”

70. “I’m ready to owe you anything”

71. “I’ll always look best in your head”

72. “I know you know it’s wrong, but I’m ready”

73. “All I ever want is breaking me apart.”

74. “Let's talk sweetly like all our love is false.”

75. “You put a fire in my heart, painted blood on my stars, gave me faith.”

76. “I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice.”

77. “How is kissing me so wrong?“

78. “Can’t you see that I’m already yours?”

79. “I’ve been losing track of the romantic sh*t I’m tryna say but basically I love you"

80. “I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips, I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath”

81. “I apologize for all your tears, I wish I could be different but I’m still growing up into the one you can call your love” 

82. “I’m out of my head, of my heart, of my mind cause you can run but you can’t hide, I’m gonna make you mine”

83. "I never loved someone the way that I love you"

84. "It's the way that you know what I thought I knew, it's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you"

85. "I hope she gettin' better sex, hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe"

86. “I know we’re young and people change and we may never feel the same”

87. “I can’t change the world, but maybe I’ll change your mind”

88. "You don't own me. Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay."

89. "Leave everything that is worth a single cent and just take me instead."

90. "And then I got you off your knees, put you right back on your feet, just so you can take advantage of me."

91. "Hey, I can't let you go with nobody. Cause I love you, baby."

92. "Tell me that it wasn't my fault and that I was enough for you."

93. "We were good at faking forever, I get it, whatever."

94. "Cause you had your chance and you blew it. Yeah, you ripped it up and you chewed it."

95. "Well, I'm too busy for your business. Go find a girl who wants to listen."

96. "Stop looking at me with those eyes, like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why."

97. "Oh, we could do whatever you want, but boy, don't go falling in love, you can't stay with me, all you'll ever have is one day with me"

98. "I pray the medication slow me down, but that shit doesn't work when you're around"

99. "Told her that I loved her once and now she'd kill for me"

100. "What the tell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends"

Who I write for

Formula 1

Daniel Ricciardo

Lewis Hamilton

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Esteban Ocon

Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris

Lance Stroll

Sebastian Vettel

Mick Schumacher

Pierre Gasly

George Russel

Football

Erling Haaland

Jadon Sancho

Giovanni Reyna

Jude Bellingham

Julian Brandt

Marco Reus

Roman Bürki

Emre Can

Mats Hummels

Leon Goretzka

Joshua Kimmich

Kai Havertz

Mason Mount

Christian Pulisici

Ben Chilwell

Gerard Pique 

João Félix

Ianis Hagi

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil van Dijk

Jens Petter Hauge

Martin Ødegaard

Alexander Sørloth

[buckyownsmylife]

when i’m moving on - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where despite your engagement to King Steve, your bond with his brother is too strong to be ignored.

Warnings:  Smut, dirty talk, royal au, kind of cheating, it depends on what’s your view on arranged medieval weddings, oral (f), masturbation (f), overstimulation, crying during sex, pleasing kink, cum eating, teasing, this one isn’t focused on the social construct of virginity, unprotected sex, reader isn’t as innocent in this one, cumplay?, slight daddy kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, Bucky can cum A LOT, swear words, kinda breeding kink?, Pregnancy talk at least, conversation about partner’s lovers

A/N: This is sort of a part 2 to this fic, an AU of an AU, if you will. In this one, you lose your virginity to Bucky the night before of your wedding, meaning, the night before of the first fic.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

       “If you were the one that was getting married to me… What would you do, then?” Those words traveled across my mind and body, raising goosebumps as my eyes burned the flesh of the woman before me.        “Careful, Your Majesty,” I warned her, knowing that the reminder of her future title could very well wake her up from this daydream we were currently about to fall into. “These are dangerous waters you’re about to dip in. You need to be 100% sure of what you’re asking me, because whenever I’m around you… I hang on by a very loose thread.” I watched as she shivered, her breaths coming out in labored puffs now, much like my own. I could feel my chest heaving, almost as if I had battled a whole battalion to be standing in front of the woman I loved.        “Show me, Bucky,” she whispered just as she approached me, her head dipped up to look me in the eye. “I want to drown in you.” I had always found amusement in just how short she was in comparison to me, but right now, I felt no desire to laugh. Before I could even second chance myself, I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine. An explosion of sweetness invaded my senses, her scent everywhere, engulfing me. My hands quickly found a place between her locks, pulling her even closer to me, not minding that by the proximity she would realize just how much I desired her. When her mouth opened, accepting my own’s intrusion, she moaned at the invasion and I knew then and there that I couldn’t let her go, even if she wanted me to. It was that thought that startled me, making me abruptly separate our faces just so I could try to talk some sense into either of us.       “Tell me I should stop. Please. Tell me you don’t want this.” I begged, not sure if what I wanted was for her to do as I said or to ignore me completely. Her eyes looked even bigger than usual, her pupils blown wide as she stared up at me, wet bruised lips reminding me of the assault that I had just overtaken against them.       “Please… don’t stop.” No more words were needed. I could see then and there that she wanted this, that, somehow, she wanted me just as much as I did. Only a fool wouldn’t make the best out of the opportunity to have this goddess in their arms, to feel her breath against their skin, to touch her and burn from her warmth. And I admit I had many flaws, but I had never been a fool. Slowly, I laid her down on her bed, fully conscious she was the most precious thing that I had ever held. Her arms came up to hug me then, pushing me down against her. My cock felt painful against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but press it against her, taking advantage of the space she had granted me between her legs.       She broke our kiss with a gasp followed by a moan and if I wasn’t already hard, that would have done it. A growl escaped my chest as I took up the opportunity to kiss from her lips to her jaw, making my way to her neck, loving how her sweet smell was even more present just behind her ear. “I’m going to have you screaming by the end of the night” I warned her quietly, eliciting a whimper from her luscious lips. It was so easy to forget that this woman was more than ten years younger than me, especially since she carried herself with such dignity, but now that I had her here, trapped under my body, I couldn’t help but notice how tiny and delicate she actually was. Something primal, instinctual rose from deep within me, making its way to my chest until it had wrapped itself around my heart and taken control over me. “I’m gonna taste you all over,” were my last words before I had wrapped my hands on the fabric of her dress and torn it to shreds.       The skin that became visible to me almost made me lose whatever was left of my control. She was all silk and honey, so soft to the touch and so warm it almost made me cry out in ecstasy. I could barely believe that it was real, that this was happening, and I gave her one last deep kiss before starting my exploration of her body with my lips. I sucked a hickey on her throat, determined to leave a mark that would force her to remember this, to remember me if she ever decided to ignore that we had ever lost ourselves to temptation. But this new, possessive part of me was not sated by the mark left behind. And so I made another one, right between her collarbones. And another one, just over her right breast. And then my mouth was on her nipple and I was sucking, hard enough to make her gasp again, pulling at my locks but chasing me away with her chest, letting me know that she liked this ritual I was dedicating towards her skin, her body.       I kissed my way between both breasts, making sure to leave another mark behind, before dedicating the same attention to her left nipple. My eyes locked with hers momentaneously, before she threw her head back in a moan provoked by my tugging and pulling. I returned to the other nipple, now completely pebbled from my previous attention, dedicating it once more, making sure to leave bite marks all over the precious skin, repeating the same pattern with the second one until she whimpered underneath me. “Please…” She pleaded, all logical thought escaping in her current state of desire.       “Tell me what you want, My Majesty,” I ironically ordered, completely conscious that I would never be able to deny any of her wishes.       “I want you… I need you… Please, Bucky,” she begged, and damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I had ever heard.       “Your wish is my command, my queen,” I complied, kissing my way down her body until my lips found her excuse of an undergarment. The material was already completely glued to the lines of her pussy, which glistened even from under the lace tissue. “Ah, you’re already soaked,” I teased, carefully peeling away her panties before spreading her legs to my sight once more.       “I always am whenever I’m around you,” she whispered and I froze. Catching her eyes once more, I acknowledged the pure lust in the brown hues I had grown to love so much, finally admitting that it was possible that she had dreamt about this just as much as I had.       “You fucking little tease,” I growled, diving in to eat her out like the starved man I was for her. “You taste like fucking candy, did you know?” I moaned against her clit, indulging myself in that incredible cum I had only dreamt of lapping.       It didn’t take much longer for her thighs to begin quivering, signaling her approach to her orgasm. I locked eyes with her once more as I tongue-fucked her furiously, making sure my nose bumped on her engorged clit, and I allowed myself to enjoy the show as she reached her high, never stopping my actions. As her breathing calmed down, she looked at me once more and I could only give her a knowing smile, sucking her clit to my mouth again. “The things I want to do to you, darling girl…” I pondered, still cleaning her up with my lips, swallowing her cum down my throat. “I hope you are prepared, because what I have planned for you… What I have dreamt of doing for all this time… It’s going to take all night.”       I put one finger inside of her then, only teasing her hole, knowing I was getting her frustrated. Still, it didn’t take long for her to reach that high again, coming against my face as I once more drank all she had to offer. “I hope you’re not tired yet, my darling…” I warned her, filling her up with another finger. She whimpered, certainly sensitive from her previous orgasms, but I paid no attention. There was no way I would stop before she was completely and utterly destroyed for any other man who would possibly desire her, especially my brother.       With two fingers and my tongue forever drawing patterns against her clit, I made her come again. She was panting now, her body covered in a tight layer of sweat I would gladly lick from her if I wasn’t already on the edge of my own limit. Quickly, I pushed one last finger into her, trying to ease her into the thickness as best as her unused pussy allowed. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more.” She sobbed at the feelings coursing through her body as I neared her to another orgasm. “One more. Just this one and you can have my cock.”       She bit her lip, trying to focus her attention on me once more. “C’mon, baby girl. I know you can do this. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me? Be a good girl and come over my fingers, darling.” She finally let go with a scream I was certain would alert the guards to our less than pure actions inside the bedroom. I moaned, appreciating her taste on my lips once more as she spasmed around me from aftershocks of yet another orgasm. Still dripping from her wetness, I detached myself from her and slowly took off my shirt, carefully watching my queen as she slowly relaxed against the mattress. Before long, she grew restless again, moving around to find me staring back at her, my fist slowly pumping my fully grown cock.       Her tiny tongue came out to wet her lips then and I watched with my head tilted as she focused on my slow movements. “Do you want this?” I asked, hand still tightly wrapped around my member. She nodded, but I only chuckled. “That’s not enough, Y/N. Do you want this?” I repeated, more forcefully tugging myself, now.       “Yes. Please.” She breathed out and, like an hungered animal, I crawled into the bed and forced myself between her legs. “Good girl,” I whispered between her lips before I dove into her open mouth, feeling like I could swallow her whole. My cock, which was resting just over her belly, slowly traveled down until it found its resting place, and, pushing in, I groaned as I was met with the warmest, tightest, sweetest torture I could ever have found. “Fuck,” I cursed, trying to get a grip and not fully blow my load so soon. Soft fingers caressed my cheek and I opened my eyes, surprised, finding sweet bright ones staring back at me with adoration.       “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, our eyes connected, a cute, almost shy smile on her beautiful lips. I wetted my lips, not capable of formulating some sort of answer, just transfixed by the perfection of the woman under me. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she admitted and I faltered and my heart skipped a beat. Still unable to formulate any sort of response, I simply leaned down and captured her lips with mine, parting them in a slow dance that was the only way I had of transmitting what my heart and mind couldn’t yet grasp in the heaviness of the moment.       Slowly, testingly, I moved so that I had almost pulled out of her, still unable to disconnect our lips, quickly pushing all the way inside of her again, bottoming out. She broke our kiss to gasp, an attempt to catch her breath I quickly obstructed, as I sped up my thrusts to forcefully plow her against the bed. She screamed again, almost deafening me as I tried to leave even more marks in the crook of her neck and I reluctantly pulled away from her skin to look down at her fucked face with heavy eyelids.       “Does that feel good, baby girl? Huh? Do you like it when I do this? Do you like it when I fuck you against your mattress?” She nodded, incapable of speaking as her mouth hang open and her eyes were closed, her body fully slack against the bed as I used her as a sex doll. “I have never fucked a better pussy in my entire life, doll,” I admitted, punctuating each word with a forceful thrust. “Say my name, Y/N,” I begged, forcing her to look at me by her jaw. “Say my fucking name, doll.”       Our eyes connected, she came again, screaming my name as her pulsing tunnel milked me inside of her. I had never come so hard in my entire life. Spent, I allowed my body to relax on top of hers as I tried to catch my breath, my cock still inside her. Slowly, I gathered my energy just enough to notice that she was caressing my back, holding me against her. “I’m too comfortable to move,” I warned her, to which she giggled.       “You can stay here,” she hugged me before abandoning my skin to play with my hair instead.       “That fucking bastard,” I groaned, almost laughing at the pure hate I felt coursing through my veins.       “Who?” She asked, abruptly interrupting her movements.       “Steve,” I spoke, noticing how she deflated for a bit before resuming her caresses on my scalp. “I can’t believe he has the privilege of being able to marry you,” I explained, depositing kisses across her shoulder.       “I have no recollection of a Steve in my memory,” she pondered after a few minutes of silence. “Maybe you’ve fucked him out of my conscience?” I laughed, lightly biting her in a warning. “But seriously, James…” She pulled me to look at her in the eyes. “In all that counts, I’m yours. I’ve been yours since I got out of that carriage and you said hello to me. Politics aside, you’re the one I would like to marry. In my heart, I belong to you.”       Warmth and happiness filled my body as I took in her words, searching her eyes for any sign of confusion and finding none. I took her lips with mine once again, kissing her with all that I had. Eventually, I became aware of the quenching sounds coming from our still joined parts. I separated myself from her just enough to observe as my cock slowly left her wet pussy, enthralled by the mixture of our cums pouring out of her. Hypnotized, I pushed the white liquid inside of her once more, paying no attention to her whimper at the sudden intrusion of my fingers, despite the fact that she tried to close her thighs to stop me from taking further advantage of her.       “Stop,” I slapped the outside of her thigh, trying to catch a glimpse of my lost heaven once more. “Open your legs again,” I ordered, but when she didn’t obey, I looked up to find her chewing on her bottom lip, looking at me with a pensive look on her face. “I am warning you, little girl,” I threatened, towering over her. “You may become a queen tomorrow, but tonight I am still your prince and you owe me some respect.” Her eyes glinting with a mischievous smile, she let her legs separate just enough for me to force them open, slapping the inside of her thigh this time. “Keep your legs open or you will be punished, baby girl,” I warned her, already climbing down to observe the mess we had made closer.       “Yes, daddy,” came her answer and I stopped my movements abruptly to see that she was still giving me the same look, paired with a teasing smile that made me groan as I resumed my path.       “You are going to be the death of me,” I mumbled underneath my breath, to which she laughed. Looking at her abused cunt, I scooped up some of the cum and pushed it inside of her once more, appreciating the filthy sound that it created. It made up my mind, suddenly throwing myself by her side and pulling her up to her knees. “Come here,” I called, but she didn’t move, eyeing me warily. “Come here,” I reiterated, “I need a taste, please.”       She finally did as I said, slowly crawling up my body until her pussy was just over my waiting lips. So much wetness had gathered already that it dripped onto her thighs and onto my open mouth and I moaned at the taste. “We taste so good together,” I licked my lips before opening my mouth again and pulling her to me, making her gasp in surprise. I fucked her with my tongue, controlling her movement by the cheeks of her ass, during what felt like hours of pure bliss. I didn’t want to stop to gather my breath. I would drown on her essence if I could.       “Fuck, James!” She moaned, her fingers pulling on my hair as if it was a handle. I liked the slight ardor that came with it, and so I ate her out more energetically. “J-James, I don’t think I can…”       I groaned, pulling her to me even more, relishing in the sopping sounds of her pussy as I ate her out. “Don’t even. Come on, my queen. I just want to keep your taste on my lips. You don’t even need to come, just sit on my face and let me eat you out.”       “O-ok,” she whispered, finally relaxing on top of me. I let one of my hands caress the extent of her body until I could hold one of her breasts, smiling as her eyes caught mine as I stared at her from my position between her legs.       “Good girl,” I encouraged her, appreciating the cute sheepish look on her face at my praise. I still couldn’t believe I was able to cause such a reaction from her just from my words. “If you could only look at yourself now…” I mused, a moan escaped her lips after I sucked on her clit.       “You said you wouldn’t make me cum again…” She pulled on my hair, but I could see by the way she threw her head back that she was enjoying herself, despite the sensitivity.       “I never said that. I said you don’t have to come. I never said I wouldn’t keep on trying.” I pulled away from her to laugh at her whine but resumed my lazy stokes on her pussy with my tongue as she looked at me with hazy eyes. The eye connection made our actions that much more intimate, and I had to chuckle as I felt Y/N’s thighs quivering again. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” I teased, but any humor from the situation escaped me as she nodded, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth before throwing her head back, gasping as she moved to fuck my mouth. “Fuck this shit,” I growled, pushing her away to lay her down on the bed again before manhandling her to turn her around, slightly raising her hips before forcing her legs open with my knees.       “How are you still horny?” She mused after her scream of surprise echoed around the room.       “Have you seen yourself naked?” That was all I could say before I pushed into her again, carefully. I knew that she was sensitive, I could see how red and puffy her poor abused cunt was, but I simply could not hold myself back. After making sure that she was adjusted to my cock, I started pounding her like the dirty little whore I now knew she was. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t like this.”       “I-I can’t!” Was her sole response.       “Then shut up and fucking take it, sweetheart.” Her hands scrambled to take a hold of her silk sheets and I growled at the sight of the love of my life underneath me, trembling with the desire that I had granted her. I leaned down to kiss her back, making sure to leave indentations that would surely bruise for days to come, even if she wouldn’t be able to see them. It didn’t take much for her to cum again, squeezing my dick and forcing my own orgasm into her once more.       “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I cursed as I thrusted into her a few more times, making sure all of my white cream was being pushed further inside of her. But I couldn’t resist much longer, and after a few seconds my arms gave out from under me, dropping me on top of her. She giggled, trying to push me away so she could look me in the eyes again.       “Can you imagine if you got pregnant with my child?” The idea had been dancing around in my brain since I first felt her snugly around me, but I don’t know what prompted me to interrupt the silence that had fallen between us in the aftermaths of our desire. Her beautiful eyes - that I had been carefully watching me during that silence - grew big at the implications of what I was pondering, but she didn’t seem scared. “Do you think that would make them allow us to be together?” Her expression softened at the last question. She raised a hand to caress my cheek that I absentmindedly kissed, expecting her to find a way to let me down easily. However, to my surprise, that wasn't what happened.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

       “You know they’d find a way to pin the child down to Steve.” I watched as he closed his eyes, trying to hide the defeat in them. He already knew what I would say, he just didn’t want it to be true. But there was something that I could say to make him feel better, and that he hadn’t anticipated. “Besides, I don’t need a kid to attach me to you.” He didn’t understand what I meant, but it intrigued him. He sat up on the bed, and I mirrored his position.        “You’re already mine and I’m already yours. You’re my person. I won’t let them take you away from me.” I ran my fingers through his hair and he leaned into my touch.        “You mean…” I cut him off with a nod.        “If Steve can have his, why can’t I have mine? Everyone knows he’ll continue to sleep around. I don’t care how many lovers he maintains, I only want one. You.” His face fell onto mine as soon as I finished that declaration, and he kissed me with a passion I once believed could only exist in books.        “I love you,” he breathed out against my lips, climbing on top of me once again.        “I love you,” I reciprocated as I held him tightly against my body, grinding up against him to signal that it was okay, that I wanted him inside of me again. It didn’t matter how sensitive I was. I had a feeling that now that I had experienced how it felt to have Bucky in me, I would never be able to spend a lot of time without feeling his cock ruining my pussy. He pushed inside carefully, softly, like I was made of glass and was about to melt from under him. And as he waited for me to adjust around him once more, I sighed in relaxation, because this was everything I wanted.        Him.        He made love to me, then. Slowly and passionately. His eyes never left mine and his hands held mine down against the mattress as he thrusted in and out of me. As he brought me to the edge again in minutes, I found myself praying to the heavens that he had his wish fulfilled. The only children I wanted to bear were his.        That night, I fell asleep sweaty, sticky, and glued to the love of my life. And I’d never been happier.

[hoedorokishoto]

Trust - Part 4

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

warnings - swearing, drinking, smoking, depictions of unwanted groping/manhandling

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Mei was right, this dress was the best choice. It was a deep red, tight against my skin, stopping mid-thigh. The flesh plump as it spilled out the bottom. It had thin straps and a low-cut neckline, showing off my collarbones and cleavage. The two features I believed were my best.

I paired the outfit with black strappy slip ons, nothing too fancy. Something comfortable in case I needed to make a run for it.

As 7 o'clock drew closer my stomach flipped and twirled with nerves. My brain still not comprehending why I would agree to go as Sen's date. Why would I want to go to a party on someone's arm, that someone with who I hadn't even really seen this outside world with. Our meetings usually being in our dorms late at night or the occasional trip to the school supply cupboard.

I looked back in the mirror, adjusting my silver jewelry and swiping smudged lipstick from the corner of my mouth. Giving myself a once over as Mei burst into the room, red cup already in hand as she slammed the door shut again.

"Oh as if, how do you look that good?! Bitch!" She exclaimed, coming up behind me and putting her arms around me, hugging me close, her breath already smelling like various types of alcohol.

"Party started early huh?" I said, turning around and accepting her hug as she slumped into me.

"I'm nervous..." She whispered, her mouth hovering over my ear as she stood taller than me, thanks to the chunky heels she decided to wear to match her tight black dress and matching black corset. Her love of steampunk carrying over to all her outfits.

"About?" I asked, relieved that I could help Mei with her situation and get my mind off my own situation.

"I think I want to lose my virginity tonight. To Iida. Like both of us, lose our virginity to each other, but I'm so nervous that I already had 4 beers, 3 shots and half of a cocktail." She said quickly, her face quickly flushing red, from both the drinking and her confession.

"Okay, that's nice. Why would you be nervous? Tenya has been your boyfriend for a while now, he would kiss your feet if you asked him."

"I just don't want to disappoint him because I'm an inexperienced little virgin." Mei said, dropping onto my bed and putting her head in her hands. I didn't mean to but I laughed, a small chuckle that drew Mei's attention to me, tears brimming her eyes.

"You are amazing, regardless of being a virgin or sleeping 60 people. It wouldn't matter. You are an engineering genius with a heart of gold. Tenya is lucky to have you and I know for a fact that he worships you. Whatever happens between you will be exactly what is meant to happen." I said, reaching up and brushing a stray tear away. A smile appearing on her face as she shot out and hugged me again.

"I love you." She said, and I flinched. Even though Mei would be one of my best friends those words had never left either of our mouths before. I tightened my grip on her and whispered back.

"I love you too."

                                                               *

My body shook, the nerves almost proving too much for me as Sen and I walked hand in hand towards the 3A dorm. The tall trees that lined the walkway seeming to close me in.

"Are you cold?" Sen asked, his hand coming up and cupping my face, brushing his thumb across my cheek. I shook my head, not 100% sure if I could form a sentence. Though the air was crisp it was nice, the cold always keeping me calm and focused. And in the famous words of Cardi B 'A hoe never gets cold' and I would take that advice to the grave, because even though I did have a jacket I knew that there was no way I was going to wear it and give up how good this outfit looked.

I heard the music before I saw the lit-up building. The music was loud and being carried at least a kilometre away from the hero dorm. The sound only coming across as a beat no actual words.

"Wow, looks like they went all out!" Sen said, his hand tightening and pulling me forward, towards the doors. My heart was beating in my chest as we got closer, my feet getting heavier as we got closer.

A body came into view, the body of a person who I knew almost as well as myself. Hitoshi was sitting on the second last step, long legs stretched out as his long fingers glide across the screen of his phone, lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Are you so drunk already that you've started smoking?" I asked, sitting down next to him and sipping whatever drink was in his cup. Almost forgetting about Sen as he caught up and sat down next to me, his hand resting on the bare skin of my thigh. Hitoshi noticed but didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrow.

"Nothing goes down smoother than a Winnie Blue after a few drinks." Hitoshi stated with his signature lazy smirk.

"You are so philosophical after a few drinks." I giggled. Feeling Sen's hand tightening around thigh. I couldn't read his face, so for a quick moment, I used my quirk. Feeling for his emotions, wanting to know exactly what was going through his head. I was hit with a wave of nerves, then excitement and then when he looked over at me and our eyes met it was love. I quickly stopped using my quirk and smiled at him, not wanting him to catch on that I had just read his emotions. I always felt like it was a small invasion of privacy. Being able to feel and influence people's emotions.

"Ready to head in?" Hitoshi asked, getting up and flicking his finished cigarette away. Brushing off the back of his dark jeans.

I jumped up and made my way up the stairs, turning around and extending my hand to Sen, watching his face light up as he reached me.

The atmosphere hit me in the face as I pushed open the door and let the lights, music and smoke hit me. The lights were dimmed and various strobe lights were hung up in the corner of the room. Students from all the 3rd year classes were all over the common area, drinking and talking. Some people already making their way over to the makeshift dance floor.

"Finally made it." Tsuburaba said, coming up and handing me and Sen a drink. Whatever was in the red cups was unclear. Without thinking too much about it though I sipped the drink and was pleasantly surprised to taste what seemed to be vodka and lemonade. Thankful it wasn't whisky or scotch or the god-awful homebrew that Tsuburaba somehow gets his hands on.

"You look great Nanase, how Sen landed someone like you we'll never know." Tsuburaba said, whistling in my direction and earning a swift punch from his friend.

"Thanks, but it's the other way around really." I said back, looking up at Sen, smiling, his face handsome under the low light. It wasn't a lie, Sen was too good for me. I was the arsehole who seemed to be leading him on. His face growing red as he smiled down at me, his hand cupping my face again.

"I'm gonna go see the guys. You wanna come?" Hitoshi asked. By the guys I assumed he meant Denki and the other boys of 3A, the host of the party. Oh so graciously opening up their dorms to the rest of us.

"Yeah, I'll come! I'll find you in a minute?" I said to Sen, already being pulled away by Hitoshi. He just nodded and watched me with a sad smile on his face. My attention being pulled towards the rest of the party as we made our way further into the dorm.

"So... Is it official?" Toshi asked, his hand on my waist as we made our way through the crowd of people. The kitchen where Denki was coming into view.

"No, he just asked if we wanted to come together and I said yes... Nothing is official."

"His face says otherwise."

"So do his emotions." I quietly admitted, hoping the music would drown out my answer.

"You used your quirk on him?" Hitoshi asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Yeah, I just wanted to get a quick read on whatever he was thinking, it didn't last long. I stopped nearly as soon as I started." I admitted, still pushing my way through the sea of people.

"Did you like what you felt?"

"Not even a little bit." I said quietly, dropping my head as we made it to the kitchen, feeling Hitoshi squeeze my side reassuringly. Knowing that I would tell him everything as soon as I knew exactly what was happening.

"Oh here she is! The real life of the party!" Denki yelled as we made it into the kitchen, his drink raised high as he jumped off the counter, walking over with his arms outstretched. I gladly hugged him back, squeezing his shirt between my fingers as we hugged.

I took in my surroundings. Everyone seeming to be having a good time. Glasses full and the music loud. The constant chatter of the party-goers filling my ears as well as the music.

When I looked across the dance floor to Sen he hadn't moved, still engaged in a conversation with Tsuburaba as they sipped their drinks. The thing that did surprise me was Shoto Todoroki, sitting on one of the couches lining the dance floor, Bakugo seated next to him. His eyes staring at me, not leaving mine as I turned around and filled up a cup.

                                                               *

Hours passed, filled with drinking, dancing and friendly chatter with the other 3rd years. Sen never too far away from my side. Throwing back whatever drinks Tsuburaba handed him. His nerves sometimes seeping into me with the help of my quirk. Nervous about what I didn't quite know.

Hitoshi was also never too far away, watching me and Sen intently, occasionally asking how everything was going. Hitoshi Shinso, ever the father figure. Bringing me water and making sure I ate whatever food Momo and Ochaco had made.

I stumbled over to an empty couch, in one of the quieter corners of the room. Not as smoky or loud as the rest of the common area.

"Hey nerd." Bakugo said, sitting down next to me on the couch holding his beer above his head as he took a swig.

"Take's one to know one."

"Hey! I'm not a nerd, you just looked lonely."

"Oh I'm sure that's why you found the quietest corner in this whole place."

There was silence as he decided how to respond.

"Fuck you! I live here!"

Over the last 3 years Katsuki Bakugo had became my friend. Despite his gruff exterior and foul mouth, I broke him down with my rapier wit and persistence. Claiming him as a friend, even if he denied it.

I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling brave in my tipsy state. Half expecting him to flinch away or yell. But it never came, so I rested my head and watched the party continue to unfold. Mina and Aoyama currently having a very heated dance battle as we looked on, the latter sending rays of light from his mid section for dramatic affect.

"So the big 3 huh, congratulations!" I said.

"As if there was ever any doubt." He replied, a cocky smirk gracing his lips as he looked over at me.

The big 3, three third-year students at U.A. who stand at the top of the entire student body in terms of strength. Watching Bakugo over the years, I couldn't deny it, there really wasn't ever any doubt. The future hero proving himself at every possible opportunity. Same as the other two students who took up the other two spots in the big 3. Ochaco Uraraka and Shoto Todoroki.

Without meaning to I blushed, Todoroki flashing into my mind. His intense stare from earlier carved into my memory.

"I'm glad you are still my Hero Support person, your shit is cool." Katsuki said, taking another swig of his beer. His face turned away from me. I knew he meant it, I also knew that might be one of the only compliments he every gave me.

Before I could reply I was yanked up and into someone, a hand wrapping around my waist.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Sen slurred, his arm keeping me against him even as I tried to get away. Bakugo was already on his feet, looking at me, trying to gage how he should proceed.

"Sen, stop. Nothing was happening! Let me go!" I half yelled at him, still struggling against his grip.

"You heard her dickhead, let her go before you hurt her, or before I hurt you!"

Sen didn't reply to Bakugo, or let me go. He just crashed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. He tasted like beer and sambuca. No doubt the cause of his current drunken state.

"Why can't - like me" Sen tried to talk between kisses, his mouth still squished against mine.

My head swirled, the room spinning as I continued to push against Sen. His grip becoming bruising as I fought. The noises of the room were fading away and the only thing I could hear was the drumming of my heart. Beating so fast and loud, drowning out the music and what I think were Bakugo's shouts. Tear's swelled behind my eyes as he continued, his hands moving from my waist to the swell of my arse. Grabbing and pulling at my flesh. His hands causing the material to ride up.

Without another though I bit him, hard, drawing blood as he pulled back.

"You always were a bit of a freak." He chuckled, stepping closer to me, reaching his hand out.

"Stop! Get away from me!" I yelled at him. Bakugo stepping in front of me and pushing me behind him.

"You crazy fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Bakugo shouted to him, his arm still firmly in front of me. His shouts drawing some people's attention towards us.

His shouts seemed to clear Sen's head, his smile dropping as he realised what he just did.

"Y/N! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" He said, reaching out towards me again, tears brimming his eyes. Bakugo stepped back and moved me with him. Out of Sen's reach.

"Why? I like you so much! What is so bad about that? Why don't you like me back?"

"You'll let me fuck you but you won't be seen in public with me!"

I opened my mouth to reply but stopped myself. Not sure how I could respond in a way that would help the situation. My head still fuzzy from the alcohol and the situation I was just in. My eyes and legs heavy as Sen continued to yell.

"Say something! Say anything!" Sen yelled, fists clenched at his sides. Without thinking my quirk activated, a flood of emotions hitting me all at once. Anger from Sen and Bakugo, confusion from another direction and various other emotions that I couldn't place. It was like sensory overload, everything hitting my brain all at once, causing me to sway as I stepped back. Needing distance from this whole god dam situation. Not bothering to answer Sen as he called after me.

The only noise I registered was the ding of the elevator, not sure what floor I was on as I stumbled out, holding onto either side of my head. Trying desperately to stop the noise overtaking my brain. Even though I couldn't hear the music anymore every emotion that was being felt at the party was currently running through my brain, the pressure almost too much to handle. Tears fell from my eyes and my throat hurt as I yelled in an attempt to stop the noise, or get a handle on my quirk.

I shut my eyes tight as I slammed into the wall, falling against it as I slid down and bought my knees up to my chest, still screaming.

I didn't know how much time passed. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? My brain couldn't comprehend all the information that was currently trying to be filtered through it.

I jumped as something cold touched the side of my face, someone's forehead pressing against mine, cold breath fanning across my face. A voice broke through. A voice I couldn't place.

The cold calming me, making me focus on the icy sensation rather than whatever was going on inside my brain. The cold becoming my focal point. Pulling me back to reality.

"Y/N... calm down, please."

I kept my eyes shut, the cold sensation still overwhelming me as I started to settle. My breathing calming down, regulating. A cold hand pressed over my heart. A welcome sensation, as I opened my eyes.

Shoto Todoroki's two toned eyes stared at me. No, not at me, into me. His forehead pressed against mine. His breaths matching mine and blowing his cold breath across my face. The emotions slowly started to shut off, the feelings fleeting as they left me. Leaving me with only my emotions. The soft pulse of the music returning as I regained my senses.

I didn't move from Todoroki, I didn't want to. His forehead and body pressed against me becoming my anchor. I feared that if he moved, I would plummet back down into the well of everyone's emotions.

Against my better judgment, I let a tear slip down my face as I clutched to his arms that were still boxing me in against the wall, his large hands still holding my face as I leaned into him. At this moment, I needed him. More than I had ever needed anyone before.

[jennsmischievousmind]

Chaos Therapy

Session #4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don’t know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

“Lettonia?” You fastened your weightlifting gloves looking back at Bucky.

“We have a lead on Zemo.” his face fell a little

“Hey” you searched for his eyes “kick his ass for me,”

His smile returned a hearthy chuckle leaving his lips, hesitantly his hand reached your forearm brshing down to your fingertips, he took a step forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, your eyes closed on their own and you squeezed his hand in yours, he let his forehead rest against yours.

"See you in a few days," he whispered, you nodded and he took a step backward,

"Don't kill each other," 

"noted,"

You watch him go, his broad back passing the gym door. Your stomach immediatly churning, "Buck!" you ran out the gym, he was waiting at the elevator, "Bucky!" he panicked seeing you ran to him.

"Doll,"  your fingers interlaced with his dog tags, you stopped the motion your face inches from him, his eyes fall on your lips. A tug on his dog tags and your lips collided, his arms circled your back, a hand splayed on your waist the other   slowly going up your spine to your nape as your free one caressed his face, feeling the pricks of his beard under your delicate fingers.

“Bucky, I .. “ the ding of the elevator distracted both of you for a second “I’ll have to tell you something,”

“you’re okay ?” the worry in his eyes had you tongue-tied, your hands tightened on his shirt. “Yea, yea just .. be careful out there,” the smile you gave him unknitted his brows, his hands brushed your arms.  You couldn’t bare to tell him, not now, he will know the truth soon enough anyway. He hesitantly leaned in pecking your lips before getting on the elevator. 

“What’s going on ?” Sam squinted his falcon eyes at Bucky who did everything to avoid his scrutinous look.  “Oh, oooh you and Y/n finally!!” Sam let out a proud laugh, clasping Bucky’s shoulder.

  “Y/N what do you make of their duo?”

“It works somehow. I know it seems unbelievable especially when you see them from the outside. The thing is, they both lose Captain Rogers, the person that believe in them both and now they can only count on each other and believe in each other that’s why it works. Sam believe in Bucky being able to heal and get redemption, while Bucky believe in Sam being worthy of the Shield. The constant bickering is their way of showing their affection. They have a strong teamwork.” you conclude.

Noach nods, all the while analyzing your features.

“Thank you, they’re another mission coming up_”

“Yes ma’am. But I’m not allowed to join them for this mission,”

“I know, I’ve talked with the Director, that’s a shame, it’s a big one,” you both stand up and she walks you to the door “Y/N” she stops “I’m planning on ending the therapy when they come back from this mission.”

“What is it?” she says seeing your face fell.

“You know exactly,” you passes your badge on the elevator sensor. 

“It was necessary,”

“They won’t like it,”

“They? Or he?” you gave her a grave look, “You want me to say that I shouldn’t have engage anything with Bucky,”

“No, I don’t blame you, you’re both human attraction is normal. Though now a long discussion with him awaits you.” Your head tilt back knowing too well she was right.

Sam and Bucky were back from Lettonia, you had some undone work back in the cave you didn’t have the time to greet them yet.

“Now, in order to round off our work here, I needed a closer look at your teamwork and general relationship,”

“You bugged us, Doc?” Sam scoffed, you facepalm behind the one-way mirror.

“Not exactly. I need you to know it was necessary to prove that your duo was fit for combat,” she turned to the mirror behind her nodding. Your cue, clenching your hand on the door handle, the voices inside increased as you pushed it.

“Agent Y/F/N mission was to evaluate your compatibility and capacity to work as a team, outside those therapy sessions. Agent Y/L/N beside her I.T work is a trained therapist,” 

“That’s some fucked up therapy,”

“Mr, Wilson,_” you blocked their discussion as you were focused on Bucky’s reaction. His clenched fits on his thighs, his locked jaw and his gaze fixated on the wall before him. You jumped slightly as he stood up and left the room. Noach and Sam looked at you stopping their discussion. “I’ll be right back,” quickly walking out, you breathe in deeply. Bucky’s back facing you, the tension in his stance visible.

“Bucky,..” he glanced on the side

“I’ve been lie too for a longtime Y/n, ..” taking a step forward carefully you observed his side profile “I guess you can hurt me in the end,”  his voice melted with anger and sorrow stopped you, the lump in your throat getting bigger, the prickling in your eyes accentuating.

Biting your lower lip, you tried to find your voice back. Like approaching a wild wolf, you were on edge yet cautious, reaching his shoulder you softly pulled on it “Please look at me,” he turned around but his eyes never reached yours, his hands on his hips you took them gently, interlacing your fingers with his. Against what you thought he didn’t reject you. His eyes still cast away, you rested your forehead on his chest, closing your eyes, you felt his hands twitched in yours, his chest heaving a little faster.

“You have to understand,…” your murmured feeling your throat tightened.

“you could have told me!” he spoke quietly yet the tightness in his voice showed his anger.

“Really though,” an anxious smirk reached your mouth for a millisecond “it was my mission Buck. I .. I didn’t plan on falling for you, it changed a lot of things.” He stayed silent at your confession; panic took over, his silence giving you the chills. Clearing your throat after an odd silent long second, you let go of his hands, taking a step back, and took your most serious professional voice “Please come back in the room, Dr Noach has some more questions.”

Noach arched an eyebrow seeing you enter the room alone, you sat next to her, facing Sam. Like Noach predicted Sam was “easier” to get by, he was still reluctant obviously but not closed to discussion. Bucky never came back in the room, before leaving Noach gave you gentle smile squeezing your upper arm.

“You won’t have to see much of me now, don’t worry,” you said to Sam who slowed down to a stop next to the elevator.

“Well, we’re not through it yet, the director of intelligence asked to see the three of us,”  you stepped into the elevator with him.

 “As you know the image of super-heroes is not at his best. After the few events with the flag smashers and the chaos in Lettonia” he looked at the boys gravely “the governments are not willing to brush this away as nothing happened. Moreover, rumor has it flag smashers are still quite upset about the docks operation. I suggest you lay low for a few days, weeks maybe. I can’t have you fighting flag smashers around the country, and cause much more mishaps,”

Sam clapped is hand all of sudden, turning to you and the silent Bucky next to you “Mi casa es su casa,”

You look at them wondering, Bucky avoiding your eyes. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” you left the room after the director dismissed you.

Starting your way to the elevator you paused hearing your name, “Sam’s house is safe, and you will be safer with us,” Bucky’s concerned warmed your heart.

“Hurts me to say it but tincan’s right,”

Although you knew they were 100% right, spending 24/7 with them, moreover around Bucky, it would have been great if it wasn’t for the fact that he totally despised you at the moment.

Passing by your place you grabbed a backpack and shove a bunch of random clothes in it. Sam and Bucky were waiting in the car. Seating down on your bed, the exhaustion caught up with you, your mind going blank, staring into the void.

Bucky look in the rear-view mirror “She’s taking too long,” Sam hummed. “Maybe we should check on her,”

“Maybe,” Sam looked at Bucky, pushing up his sunglasses onto his nose, reclining his seat and crossing his arms. Bucky rolled his eyes opening the door with a bit too much force that it cried out.

A knock on your door made you jump, blue eyes met yours, he was standing there at your bedroom door. He looked around taking everything in, if you were both in another mindset it would be thrilling.

“We have to go, the longer we stay here_ “ 

“I know, sorry,” grabbing your pack you slide down your bed, opening on your drawer near the door you grabbed the gun in it, slipping in your pants. Bucky eyed you, hands in his pocket. 

He didn’t budge as you passed by him. His aura embracing you, overwhelming your senses. Daring a glance behind at him, his eyes were lost on you, his lips moved as he was about to say something but as soon as he refocused his jaw clenched a second. “Let’s go,” he walked to the door, you squint your eyes unwilling to see him past you so coldly. A warmth enveloping the hand holding your bag brought you back, his flesh hand brushed yours as he grabbed your pack, then left without looking back.

“So, we’re just going to follow orders?”

“It cannot hurt,” Sam glanced in the rear-view mirror “we all need some time off...” The ride was so awkward Sam was trying to loosen up the mood every so often, you tried to keep up with him but at one point you were too exhausted and fell asleep.

Bucky kept glancing at your sleeping form curled in the backseat. “When we get there you two will talk!” I’m not spending a week or more with a depressed cyborg and a torned beautiful woman!” Bucky frowned at Sam, “I haven’t dealt with that kind of problem, in a while.” he sighed the all sentence.

“Well, get with it!” Sam’s voice woke you up, “Good timing, we’re here!” The light blue and white big house appeared before you. “Sam that’s a really nice place!”

“Thanks, in the family for generations!” he was rightfully proud of the building.

“Rooms are upstairs,” he turned around letting his duffle bag hit the ground, the both of you standing awkwardly 2 feet apart.

“I don’t want to hear anything…” his look paused on you then Bucky his look insisting. You rolled your eyes at the insinuation. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” You drag yourself up the wooden stairs.

“Dinner at 9, Everyone pitch in to cook, house rule,”

“Believe me Wilson, you don’t want me near fire and sharp knives.” You yelled from the landing, missing Bucky hiding a smile as he joined Sam in the living room.

“Here,’ Sam walked down the pier, handing a bottle of beer to Buck who was watching the sunset.

“You know she had to keep it from us,” Sam calmly said, his VA side resurging.

“I know,”

“And that she wouldn’t feel so bad if she didn’t care about you,” Seeing Bucky staying silent his brows knitted, Sam stood up “Man, you got to talk to her, she reached out it’s on you now,”

“You realized it’s not that easy,”

“It is, you walk up to her, show or tell her what’s on that cyborg brain of yours, and that’s it, avoiding her it’s not the right way to do it.”

After a good shower you sat by the window overlooking the pier, the boys were on the dock enjoying a beer. “It’s gonna be fine,” you pep talked yourself eyes trained on Bucky’s silhouette.

Session #5

MASTERLIST  

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30