#every clip where his hands are on screen are well done

[indireneedoftherapy]

Frollo's hands appreciation post

(this is not even all of it)

[peachesofteal]

Simon praising Darling for being a good girl when she announces she’s pregnant 😮‍💨 like I’m sorry sir, who gave you the right to be so damn hot when you’re FICTIONAL?!

And Darling is just confused af about wtf he means. Like does she ever find out they fucked with her BC and knocked her up?? I must know, I must have more 😈🤭

He's like, 'you've done so well, darling' and she's like 'wait, what the fuck just happened?'

AU - not canon for Dead Disco Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI. Brief mention of smut, mature themes. Angst. Vomiting. Doctors. Pregnant reader. Relationship issues. Dark themes.

"I've got ya." Johnny coos while he rubs your back where you are kneeling over the toilet, breakfast and bile coming up your throat with every other heave.

"I hate this." you moan between pants, propping your arm up to rest your head. He clucks his tongue, standing to run a cloth under the sink and returning to press it to your forehead gently. It's cold, and soft, and moving in easy circles.

"I know, darling. I know." You push away, slumping into his arms, letting him cuddle you close while he leans back against the bathroom wall and you count his heartbeats from where your head lays on his chest.

The door creaks open, and Simon's halfway inside, peering down at the two of you, mild concern in his eyes while he studies your slouching form.

"Third time today." He notes with a frown, and you nod. They count, keep track of everything, so they can recall it for your doctor's visits and make sure everything is still within 'normal' range. Morning sickness, your doctor has assured them too many times to count, is very normal.

"Morning sickness, the nausea, vomiting, is all normal."

"She's sick multiple times a day." Simon grits out. Johnny shifts his weight nervously, while you sigh and pat his hand comfortingly.

"If we were seeing drastic weight loss, or the panels were coming back outside of normal range, I would be concerned. But that's not happening. So, you've nothing to worry about." You give her a relieved smile, and hope they'll actually listen this time, although you know it's kind of pointless. "So," she claps her hands, and then motions to the table, and Johnny visibly brightens. This is everyone's favorite part, the ultrasound. You always glue your eyes to the screen, holding you breath to see the baby, the little blob in black and grey, your own little bean. You're obsessed with the sound of the heartbeat, taking comfort in its strength, its steadiness. So much so you bought a fetal doppler, just so you could all hear it at home. "Should we take a peek?"

"I'm fine." you assure him, holding a hand out. "Help me up." He grips you by your elbow, pulling you to your feet and into him briefly, so he can nuzzle his nose into your hair with a deep breath. "Now get out, I'm gross. Need to wash my face." You insist, pushing both him and Johnny into the hallway playfully before closing the door.

You have a lot of drawers, in this bathroom. Almost all of them actually, and most of them are a bit of a mess, unorganized, things strewn about. Sometimes, like now, you have to dig around for things. You're looking for something specific, a heavier moisturizer, one that can combat some of the dryness around your nose. Your fingers flip through tubes and tubs and creams, old mascara and half busted hair clips. You tsk, irritated that you're having a hard time finding the blue jar, until-

Your fingers brush against your old birth control pack. Encased in a cream colored piece of plastic, little pills lined up in a row. Just the sight of it frustrates you. After so many years, it finally failed. Finally let you down.

You don't know, but you pull it out. Maybe to look at it closer, to see if it will be expired by the time you finally need it again, or maybe, just to look at the thing that was your one constant since you were practically a child.

Either way. You study it closer, and that's how you notice the corner of the pill tray. The little foil piece on the corner is lifted, just a smidge, just enough for you not to notice, but when you peel it, it comes away so easily, so perfectly, with minimal adhesive. Like's it been pulled away before and put back in place. Like it's been moved.

When you realize, the floor room spins. It shudders around you, bathroom walls curving closer and closer to where you stand in front of the sink, eyes wide, dumbfounded. They wouldn't. They wouldn't. Would they? You blink at yourself in the mirror. You look, tired, but mostly healthy, a true testament to absolute hovering that has been occurring in your life over the past five months. You never lift a finger, you don't want for anything.

Because you're pregnant.

Because you're pregnant, with their baby, that you thought you got knocked up with on accident.

Your stomach curdles. They did this on purpose. Your fingers clench against the stone of the sink while you remember, all those nights when they pressed you to the mattress and made you see stars, while they filled you with their come over and over, every day. They were actively trying. They wanted this. A giant black hole rips open inside of you. It sucks your joy, your happiness, your dreams of future into it immediately. It dismantles everything you thought you knew as truth, takes a hammer and smashes apart every single second of the last five months.

They took your choice away. You stomach flips, and the you’re flinging yourself back in front of the toilet, bile spewing on your lips while you dry heave. It burns, the sting matching the sear of the tears that track down your face.

How could they do this?

[the-iceni-bitch]

He Gives Me Everything and Tenderly…

Pairing: detective!bottom Bucky Barnes x younger!top male reader (Sarge and Officer Beefcake, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~5k

Summary; Bucky is just fine on his own. He really is. He’s used to it. Even after meeting you and thinking about you a whole bunch, he’s still fine. And he does not appreciate his friends’ meddling.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (mentions of male masturbation, salad tossing, protected anal sex, spit as lube and lube as lube, kinda public sex), meet cute, reverse age gap, tall/beefy male reader, bottom!Bucky Barnes, Bucky is grumpy, hints of angst, love at first sight? lots of friendly teasing, m/m relationship, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Welp, this was something I wrote entirely in one sitting and I can’t say I’m mad about it at all. This is my first ever male reader fic and I am both incredibly nervous and very excited to share it with all of you! Big ass thanks to the absolutely amazing @howdoyousleep3 for hyping me up and providing some much appreciated perspectives (remember lube, people!)

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Bucky was exhausted. A long ass shift at the end of a long ass week and he was done, looking forward to going home and drinking a cold beer on his couch while he didn’t talk to anyone for a whole 48 hours. God, he hated people.

Except Darcy, and the cute little peach. Even though he wanted to get the fuck out of there he still stopped by the dispatch desk to chat with his girls and let them cheer him up a little.

“Hey Sarge!” He shook his head when Darcy called him that, her stubborn insistence to call him by his military rank after however many years just one of the many things that endeared her to him. “You look like shit, you finally getting out of here? Maybe gonna see someone special tomorrow?”

“The only people he’ll be seeing are Sam Adams and Johnnie Walker, maybe James Bond… hey!” The peach gave him an adorable scowl when he threw a paper clip at her, rubbing her cheek where it had hit her and sticking her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to her screen. “Don’t act like I’m not right, I’m there every time you drunk dial Nat while you’re binge watching old movies and lamenting your lack of a love life.”

“Tell your girlfriend to quit putting me on speaker or I’m gonna call her ex to chat from now on.” Bucky grinned when she rolled her eyes at him, bringing his attention back to Darcy and sighing when she was giving him a sympathetic pout. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine. I like being alone.”

“You’re lying, but fine.” Darcy shrugged at him, grinning when there was a sudden commotion at the doors and a mess of recruits came charging through into the hallway after Sam. “Hi Sammy, boys! Ooh, hey there beefcake, you run laps around all those slugs on the course again?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky choked when you were standing next to him, trying not to ogle you swathed in those gray sweats and feeling like the world’s dirtiest old man all of a sudden. “They’re getting better, starting to catch up. You shouldn’t call them slugs, Darce.”

“Please, like Wilson hasn’t called them worse, you’re too nice.” Peachy girl grinned when she turned in her chair again and saw Bucky looking like his jaw was about to hit the floor. “Have you met Detective Barnes, beefy?”

“Haven’t had the pleasure.” Bucky took in your name with an almost hysterical laugh when you reached out and shook his hand, not entirely sure what had come over him as he felt his neck getting unbearably hot and struggled to come up with something to say. “Well, I’ve gotta hit the showers, always lovely talking to you ladies.”

“Bye!” Both of them were grinning wickedly at Bucky once you were gone, chuckling when he just spluttered nonsense and looked at the floor. “What the fuck was that, Bucky?”

“Shut up.” He was flabbergasted, he’d never felt such an unbelievable attraction to someone right off the bat, except, once. But he never thought about that. “It wasn’t anything.”

“Oh, nothing at all?” Darcy was still grinning when Bucky growled at her, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair while the peach kept laughing. “So you weren’t staring at his ass when he walked away?”

“Of course not.” It had only been a little bit, you were so fucking tall your ass was impossible to miss, and so high and tight and… no, nope. “What the hell kind of nickname is beefcake, anyway?”

“You saw him.” Peach was practically cackling at this point, the redness on Bucky’s face so entertaining she was considering taking a photo to send to Nat. “The man is grade A USDA prime meat, what would you like us to call him?”

“You’re a couple of pervs.” Bucky just scoffed and ignored them when they told him it takes one to know one, flipping them off over his shoulder and almost forgetting his bag when he stormed out of the precinct to start his much needed alone time. “Inappropriate, gonna talk to HR about you two!”

If it had just been the one interaction, Bucky probably could’ve handled it. Yeah, he had jerked himself off thinking about your broad shoulders and tiny waist and that masterpiece of an ass, but only once, okay three times. But it was just over the weekend, he’d forget about you eventually.

Except for the fact that suddenly he was seeing you everywhere. Every damn time he was in the precinct, there you were, smiling that slightly crooked smile and laughing and making every person light up when you walked through the room. And in the fucking sweats every time, it was like torture. Torture that was made worse by the fact that Darcy and peach were always grinning at him like they knew something he didn’t, and they had apparently told Sam whatever they supposedly knew, so now that man was basically parading you in front of Bucky’s desk every chance he got and making him talk to you and get to see how fucking charming you were. He hated it.

“I do, I love cats!” Sam was chatting with you right in front of Bucky’s desk again and he was plotting how he could get away with murdering the man. “Have a little ginger idiot at home who has maybe two braincells, but he’s my baby.”

“Wow, that’s adorable.” Bucky almost growled at Sam when he grinned at him. “Bucky has a kitty of his own, don’t you, Buck?”

“Yes.” Sometimes he even hated his friends, this was ridiculous.

“I love that, knew you were a cat person.” Bucky almost groaned when you placed your hand on the desk so close to his, looking up at you through his lashes and trying so hard not to melt into his chair when he saw you smiling at him. “What’s her name?”

“Alpine.” You smelled so unbelievably good, Bucky had an incredible urge to lean up and bury his face in your neck, but managed to just turn the photo of his cat around to show you instead. “She’s three.”

“She’s gorgeous.” You winked and Bucky almost swooned, there was something wrong with him. “Shit, I’ve gotta get out of here, got a birthday party to get to. It’s always real nice talking to you, Detective.”

“You too.” Bucky swallowed thickly and shook his head when you walked away, his scowl coming back immediately when he saw Sam looking like he just ate a damn canary as he smirked at him. “Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything.” Sam chuckled when Bucky just hunched over his paperwork and tried to ignore him. “Buuuuut… hoo boy, you like him.”

“I do not.” Murder was the only answer to these affronts. “He’s too young.”

“Bullshit, is peach too young for Nat?” Sam snorted when Bucky just grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the man’s stubbornness. “You like like him, you need to get over that massive hang up, Barnes, it’s holding you back!”

“Man, fuck you!” Bucky jumped when he realized that Sam wasn’t there anymore, so he was just yelling at the bullpen, every member of the team giving him looks of varying amusement before they bent back to their work. “Sorry.”

It was a legitimate hang up, especially when it came to you. Because you reminded Bucky of him.

Specifically of when he was young, when Bucky first realized he was in love and overlooked all of his flaws and just wanted to be wrapped up in him all the time in spite of the fact the man would only look at Bucky like his old friend who he could tell about every single disgusting conquest he made. And that meant you were dangerous. Bucky refused to do that to himself again, it had taken him too long to get over that malicious bastard, and nothing had hurt him more than the realization that he had wasted so much time loving someone who barely gave a fuck about him. He didn’t care how sincere and charming you seemed, he wasn’t going to fall for that same shit all over again.

But it didn’t stop any of his friends from dragging you in front of him at every opportunity, and even though he was polite and listened to you and answered all your questions, it didn’t stop him from snarling at them as soon as you were gone. He didn’t care what they thought he needed, he was fine.

He wasn’t lonely. He didn’t wake up grinding his hips into his mattress after dreaming of sharing his bed with you. He didn’t wonder what you would look like with soft morning light falling across your face while both of your cats jumped on you and Bucky made you breakfast. They all needed to worry about their own lives and quit fucking with his.

Which is why he should have been suspicious as hell when Nat and her little peach and Darcy insisted on taking him out for drinks on a Friday night. All of them together. At a dive bar that was typically just cops. Like they didn’t usually go uptown and dress up.

“Well, look at that, is that Sam?” Darcy bounced on her toes and waved when she spotted Sam with all of his recruits, her and peach squealing while Bucky shot Nat an exhausted look. “Gosh, I completely forgot they’re celebrating the academy graduation, what are the chances?”

“Shocking.” Bucky couldn’t stop growling when Nat just shrugged at him. “I can’t believe they dragged you into their scheming, Romanoff.”

“They’re young and excited, it’s cute.” Nat wrapped her arm around Bucky’s shoulders and started pulling him towards the group. “Besides, you deserve someone nice, and to spend the night with someone besides Alpine.”

“Alpine doesn’t take up that much room on the bed, and I like to spread out.” Bucky just resigned himself to having a miserable night, even when you gave him an easy smile once you laid eyes on him and waved eagerly. “And he might not be nice.”

“Buck, you won’t know unless you give him a chance.” Nat sighed as she rested her chin on her best friend’s shoulder, pinching his cheek and trying to get him to at least give her a grudging smile. “And you know how good my asshole radar is, I’m getting no pings from the beefcake.”

“Yeah, alright.” Bucky steeled himself when you started walking his way, feeling a little tight in his chest and watery in his eyes as he did his best to give you a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi Detective.” Your smile got even wider when Nat introduced herself, shaking her hand warmly then turning back to Bucky and crossing your arms over your massive chest. “Can I get you a beer?”

“I don’t…” Bucky caught himself when Nat looked at him expectantly and blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, a beer would be great.”

“Fantastic, for you too?” You winked at Nat when she nodded before hurrying off to get their drinks with an undeniable bounce in your step that Bucky found he enjoyed very much.

“Listen, Buck.” Nat gave you a very thorough look while you waited at the bar, wrapping her arms around her girl when she came to sit on her lap and Darcy sat across from them. “Even if it doesn’t last, you’re a special kind of idiot if you don’t at least have sex with that man.”

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky felt himself blush up to his ears when all of the women just nodded enthusiastically and started detailing what the two of you should do to each other. “You three are worse than frat boys, oh my god.”

“C’mon, sarge…” Darcy snapped her mouth shut when you came back with Bucky’s and Nat’s drinks, giving Bucky a meaningful look and making a little circle with her thumb and forefinger then pushing her opposite finger through it while your back was turned until Bucky felt like he was in fucking high school. “Hi beefcake!”

“Hi Darce!” You were sitting so close to Bucky he could smell you again, he had to start chugging his beer so he didn’t reach out to bury his fingers in your hair. “I’ve always wanted to ask, why does she call you ‘sarge’?”

“Oh, it was my rank when I was discharged.” Bucky couldn’t handle the way you were looking at him, like he was the most interesting thing in the room, he wanted to fall into your eyes and get lost. “From the army. Darcy’s sister served with me, so she knew me then and the nickname stuck.”

“I didn’t know you served, my dad was in the marines.” You could see Bucky starting to tense up and bless you, you backed off, keeping that easy smile on your face while you nudged his foot with yours. “It’s okay, that’s not something we have to talk about right now, tell me about Alpine, how’s the little lady doing?”

“She’s- she’s good.” Something about the way you instantly pivoted the conversation and didn’t make Bucky feel like an ass for almost clamming up had him relaxing pretty much instantly, grinning back at you and rolling his eyes a little playfully when he thought about his little furry troublemaker. “She’s a brat, but good. Almost gave me a heart attack last week when she somehow managed to climb up to the ceiling beams in my apartment.”

“Oh shit! Really?” You chuckled warmly when Bucky just nodded and took another sip of his beer, plucking at the edge of the label on your bottle and leaning forward a little so you could hear him better. “She get down on her own or did you have to get a ladder?”

“Well, after six hours of pleading and begging, I did finally manage to entice her with some tuna.” Bucky kept watching your face closely, the earnestness he was so wary of constant and never wavering while you listened to everything he said intently. “She’s too smart for her own good, I swear.”

“Fuck, I can’t decide if my situation is better or worse.” You laughed when Bucky scoffed, pushing at his shoulder and shaking your head when he looked at you with mock offense. “No, I love my boy, but he’s a dumbass of epic proportions. The most worrisome thing he’s ever done is get his whole head stuck in a mason jar. Theodore is an idiot.”

“Theodore?” Bucky was vaguely aware of movement next to him after he emptied his beer and set down the bottle, but he couldn’t stop watching your lips move. “That’s adorable.”

“Aw, yeah, my niece named him.” Your smile got even wider somehow and it was making Bucky melt, another bottle of beer appearing seemingly out of nowhere on the table and immediately finding its way to his lips. “It’s her favorite chipmunk.”

Cats. Talking about your fucking cats was apparently the kick in the ass Bucky needed to let almost all his concerns about having anything with you go, letting himself relax and be easy while you told him all these sweet, endearing little things about yourself. How much you loved your niece and how much of a star she was at figure skating. How good you were at baking and you didn’t care what he said, you were baking him a loaf of sourdough to prove it. How you played three different instruments and spoke two languages. You were too goddamn interesting.

And you managed to get him to talk about himself too. How close he was with his sister and mother and how much he loved seeing them as often as possible. How he secretly enjoyed knitting and always made sweaters for the family at Hanukkah but would kill you if you told anyone about his hobby. How he collected old records and could spend whole days just listening to music and drinking good whiskey.

Bucky was more than a little thrilled that you seemed to be hanging on his every word and scooting closer to him until you were right next to him and your shoulders were practically touching.

He had lost track of how many beers he’d consumed by the time people started dancing, but he knew it wasn’t too many as he was just very pleasantly buzzed and staring at your plump, kissable, pillowy lips and wondering what it would be like to suck on them.

“Hey, James.” Bucky had just told you his first name and for some reason the fact that was what you were choosing to call him was making him dizzy. “You wanna dance with me?”

“Oh, um…” Bucky chewed on his lip while he thought it over, he had two left feet when he was sober, and he also wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if you put your hands on him. “I don’t know…”

“Hey, no pressure.” You winked like you did every time you said something disarming and Bucky decided that he loved that about you. “Just wanted to ask, but if all you want is to talk, that’s a-okay.”

Bucky was struggling with himself. You barely seemed disappointed, it had maybe flashed across your face for a second, but he believed you when you said it was okay. You even leaned back against your chair to give him space, zero hints of malice in your expression and just that perfect, easygoing look that made Bucky feel like you were fine taking no for an answer and you would never hold it against anybody.

And for some reason, that finally sealed it for Bucky that you weren’t him.

“I wanna dance.” Bucky winced when he almost knocked over his bottle when he set it down, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet so he could drag you towards the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s go.”

Your laugh made Bucky beam at you over his shoulder, humming along to the music and turning to face you once you were in the middle of it. His breath caught when you were right there, letting you frame his waist with your hands and pull him even closer while you started rolling your hips to the music. Bucky very quickly decided that he liked having your hands on him, shaking his head and gripping your wrists to keep you in place when you tried to lean back before he slid his palms up your arms and over your chest.

Somehow, even though he knew you were big, your massive size hadn’t fully registered in Bucky’s brain until he was in such close proximity to you. It’s not like Bucky was small by any means, he hit the weights, he never skipped arm day, he’d even been called beefy himself a few times. But you… goddamn. You were like nothing Bucky had ever seen before. He was starting to get woozy from it.

Then you ducked even closer and pressed your cheek against Bucky’s temple and he couldn’t help it, he gasped. He could feel your lips moving against his skin but he couldn’t hear anything you were saying, a low buzzing filling his ears while his fingers dug into your firm chest and he rolled his hips against yours. This was dangerous, he was not going to have sex with you without even a proper date, he wasn’t that easy.

He kept repeating it in his head over and over. When you slipped your arms around his waist and squeezed as you kept guiding his movements. When he buried his face in your neck and groaned when he finally got to breathe in your scent fully. When you nipped at the shell of his ear and made some kind of noise that sent a vibration through Bucky’s whole body. And especially when you grabbed his ass and gave such a dirty grind of your hips that made him feel how fucking hard and massive you really were.

It didn’t matter how much he repeated it though, it only took three songs before Bucky found himself with his back against a stall door in the bathroom with his pants around just one of his ankles and his toes barely brushing the floor while he practically sat on your face.

One of his knees was flung over your shoulder while you licked at his hole, his whole body shivering when you hummed against his skin and dug your fingers into his thighs and he didn’t even care that he was getting eaten out in a public bathroom and enjoying it quite loudly.

“God, I knew you’d be fucking sweet.” You growled but barely pulled back, gripping the thigh that was on your shoulder and pushing it up until it was pressed to Bucky’s side so you could see his face. “You taste so goddamn good, James, once I get you in bed I’m gonna make a full meal out of this ass, shit.”

“Oh… Jesus Christ.” Bucky could barely breathe when your mouth was on his hole again, he could feel your jaw working while you moved your lips and tongue like you were making out with him, all while you kept your intense eye contact and let his cock rest on your face like you didn’t even care. “Oh my fucking god.”

Bucky could feel your chuckle when a whine escaped from his throat without his permission, his eyes rolling when your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin before you were dragging it over his hole again and sucking until Bucky almost squealed. But then your tongue punched into him and the squeal was ripped out of his chest, his breath heaving almost painfully while you fucked him with the thick muscle until his dick started leaking and twitching against your forehead. It was insane that you were so good at this, you were so young, but your mouth worked like you were a fucking pornstar and it had Bucky feeling some kind of way.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you, James.” It didn’t sound like a question, you were telling him, your face serious while you licked your way up his taint until you could nip at his balls while you slid a finger inside him. “I need it, need to feel you come on my cock, god, you’d better fucking hold it until I’m inside you or I’m gonna spank you, I swear to fucking god.”

“Yeah… yeah, oh my god, please.” Bucky felt like he was losing his mind when you sucked on his balls and pushed a second finger inside him, his legs shaking and his eyes rolling back in his head while he grabbed your hair and held on for dear life. “Oh shit… fuck me, I can hold it, I’ll be good, just fuck me.”

You leaned your cheek against his hip and kept grinning at him while you reached your free hand into your wallet to grab a packet of lube, chuckling when Bucky huffed at you when you ripped it open with your teeth and squirted it all over the fingers you were plunging into his ass.

“You brought lube with you?” Bucky was trying to remain huffy but it was difficult when you were scissoring his hole open so slowly and shit, it felt amazing. “What exactly did you think was going to happen tonight?”

“God, I dunno, James.” You looked meaningfully at the fingers that were currently knuckle deep inside him, wiggling them a little when you looked back up at him with a cocked eyebrow and snorting when he whined. “Would you prefer I didn’t have lube right now? Because I can stop…”

“No, don’t do that.” So much for not trying to seem desperate, Bucky was panting he needed you so bad. “I’m just… talking, I’ll shut up. I can be good.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna be a good boy for me James?” What were you doing to him? Bucky couldn’t help but whimper when you spat on your fingers to slick them up even more and added a third, nodding and rolling his hips into your hand when you just barely teased his sweet spot as you kissed the inside of his thigh. “Yeah you will, my good boy, opening right up for me.”

“Mmhm, yours, oh holy shit.” The addition of your fourth finger turned Bucky’s whole body into jelly, your hold on his thigh the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the floor when you licked a wide, flat stripe up the underside of his cock. “Holy fucking shit, pleasepleaseplease…”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, James, I’ve got you.” You groaned when he let go of your hair to shove his fist in his mouth when he gave you a tortured cry, slowly pulling your fingers out of him and setting his feet on the floor so you could stand. “Turn around for me, sweet thing.”

“Yes… yes sir.” Bucky let his eyes flutter closed when you kissed his temple and turned him around, pressing his cheek against the cool metal and arching his back when you placed one hand on his hip and used the other to pull out a condom. “I need it.”

“I know, handsome.” Your voice was muffled while you used your teeth to rip the wrapper open, nuzzling into the tendrils of hair that were resting against the back of Bucky’s neck so you could kiss him there while you rolled the condom over your length and emptied another packet of lube all over your dick. “You gonna call me sir while I fuck this sweet little ass?”

“Ye-yes… oh fuck!” Bucky practically screamed when your tip just barely slipped inside him, arching his back and whining when you wrapped your arm across his throat and growled in his ear. “Fuck… ‘s big, so big, fuck me.”

“You can take it, big guy, keep being good for me.” You grinned against Bucky’s cheek when he rose on his toes as you kept going, smacking his ass and chuckling when it made him clench as you increased the pressure on his neck. “You feel fucking incredible, Jesus. Been thinking about getting you like this since the first time I saw you, you know that? Did you think about me too, James?”

“N-no.” Bucky already felt extremely vulnerable while he was split open on only half of your cock, he didn’t need to admit to you that he had been dreaming about wrapping his legs around your tiny little waist while you fucked him slow and deep. “I didn’t.”

“Pretty sure you’re a liar.” You grinned and yanked his head back at the same time you gave a final snap of your pelvis and Bucky sobbed, his body shaking violently while you rested your hips against the plush curve of his ass and dragged your tongue along his jaw while you let him adjust. “That’s okay though, big guy, you can think about this. Now, I’m gonna apologize, because this is gonna be a lot faster than I would like, but we are in public.”

Bucky didn’t have any response except a yelp when you started driving your cock into him almost viciously, his breath punched out of his lungs each time your hips bounced off his ass while you sucked on his ear. He felt like he was about to explode, your cock driving into his swollen prostate each time you bottomed out until his balls started pulling tight to his body and his cock twitched. You must have felt the change since you dropped the hand that wasn’t attached to the thick arm that was currently choking him to grab his cock and start stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” Bucky felt like such a whore but he didn’t care, turning his head as much as possible so he could rub his nose against your cheek while he whined. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want, James.” You groaned when his hole clenched around you, squeezing his cock and his throat at the same time and kissing the corner of his lips tenderly while you gazed into his eyes. “Gonna take care of you. Can’t wait to be able to take my time, enjoy you, god, could spend a whole fucking night in this ass, you’re so goddamn warm and tight. But I need you to come for me right now, James, make a mess on my hand, lemme make you feel good, c’mon.”

The thought of you in his bed and fucking him raw and open had Bucky tumbling over the edge of his climax with a shout, his desperate noises muffled by your lips when you smashed them to his as he quaked in your arms and shot his cum all over your fingers. He sobbed when you didn’t stop stroking him even once he was milked dry, his eyes rolling back when you throbbed inside him and almost lamenting the fact that you were filling the condom instead of pumping your cum deep in his guts and determined to get to the point when he would finally get to feel all of you. As soon as you were done you were bringing your cum soaked fingers to your mouth, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you sucked his cum off them slowly and groaning at his taste then pressing your lips to his again so you could share with him.

“Jesus fuck.” Bucky couldn’t think of anything else to say, smiling almost sheepishly at you after you had pulled out of him and tossed the condom, letting you turn him around and nuzzle at his cheek before you were bending to help him step back into his jeans.

“My sentiments exactly.” You gave him another one of those winks and he wasn’t even mad when he blushed violently. “You gonna be as big of an ass about me taking you on a real date?”

“I wasn’t an ass.” Bucky huffed when you stood back up and wrapped your arms around him, nipping at your bottom lip and grinning when you growled playfully at him. “I was wary.”

“Sure.” You kissed him slow and deep and smiled against his lips when he melted into you before pulling back so he could breathe. “Pretty sure the girls and Sergeant Wilson would agree with my assessment, but we can use your word.”

“Oh shit, they’re still out there.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and moaned at the thought of the commentary he was going to have to endure, shaking his head when you chuckled and opened the stall door to start pulling him back to the bar. “Can’t we just climb out the window or something?”

“Yeah, I don’t think either of us could fit through that window, James.” You nodded at the tiny one by one glass square and kissed his temple when he sighed defeatedly, holding his hand and letting him follow you when you opened the door. “Besides, if you think I’m not going to enjoy showing you affection in public, I’ve got some bad news.”

Bucky’s retort was cut off by an absurd amount of hollering when you opened the door, his face getting unbearably red and the desire to either tell all of your friends to shut the fuck up or just book it out of the bar overwhelming. But then your arm was around his shoulders and your lips were pressed against his temple, and maybe he could put up with his friends being smug rowdy assholes for the rest of the night if you kept smiling at him like that.

[xxblairexxss]

Hunt game (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Masterlist

Just an introduction to the characters and a little sneak peak on how they met since we gonna picked up the story from their engagement day ahead. We have more chapters ahead so buckle up!

Chapter 1

The sun was scorching hot, and there wasn’t a single moment where the vertical wrinkles between your brows had stopped creasing ever since you got here. Those Pinterest-inspired outfits you had saved on your albums weeks before would have been a mess if you hadn’t done a double check on your outfit today.

You were especially keen on trying out this one outfit where it paired high-waisted jeans with an oversized sweatshirt because it would look adorable, especially with a claw-clip bun hairstyle, but that would have made you drenched with sweat as it confined all that heat. Instead, you went with a cute embroidery off-shoulder frill trim crop top in white with basic denim jeans.

This whole motorsport event was something you had only seen on television every weekend. Being able to experience it in real life and seeing the hype with your own eyes made you feel all giddy, even though you weren’t a fan of it. It was only then that you knew that Formula 1 had its own little branches.

They were listing out names on the big screen with a picture of every driver. You were pretty sure you were the only one squinting your eyes trying to read those names just so you would be more familiar with the names and team involved in Formula 2. The paddock pass you had hanging on your neck was used as some sort of fan as you kept on flapping it in front of your face, seeking a little breeze in the hope of cooling down the heat.

With one hand holding your travel-sized sunscreen, you stepped aside from the roes and lines of people to take a breath. There were people walking past you within every minute, each of them wearing a different colour of shirt, indicating the different team they were supporting. Those team logos that you saw on the shirts were not the same ones as the ones you had seen earlier.

"Checking the driver out?"

Your frown disappeared the second you heard a voice too close to your ear while you were staring at the on-going interview that was held with two well-known drivers wearing red shirts. The logo on the shirt was familiar to you as it didn’t take a genius to spot that. It was familiar to every human being in this world. The classic black horse on a yellow shield background.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were checking out the drivers like what I’m currently doing."

His reply was very nonchalant. He wasn’t even looking at you. He was staring at the two drivers with his hands on his waist. The way he was acting so casual made you feel so out of place for being surprised, so you tilted your head back to the drivers with your hands crossing over your chest.

"You know them?" You heard his voice again.

"Yeah, I have seen them a lot on television." He leaned in to be able to hear what you were saying while you were unconsciously straining your voice to make sure he was able to hear you amongst all sorts of noises coming from the crowd. "That one—yeah, that one is Sebastian Vettel, and that one is Kimi Räikkönen!"

"Big fan of Ferrari?"

"My dad is." You responded. Your hospitality pass was flapping on your face again as the heat caught up to you while you leaned back against the wall. "Are you?"

"Everyone’s a Ferrari fan." He fished out his phone and took a few pictures of the drivers before they passed the microphones back to the interviewers and made their way back. "Who’s your dad’s favourite driver?"

"I don’t know, actually. I think he likes them all equally." You realised he was no longer looking ahead. He was leaning against the gray-colored wall from the building that both of you had been standing beside all this time while the interview went on. His eyes were on you now, and his hands mimicked yours as he had them crossed over his chest.

"What about you?"

"I like Sebastian Vettel!" Your voice went a little high, a little excited to answer the first ever question you have ever gotten in relation to the sport. It felt like you were somehow accepted by the clique, though you only knew a few teams and names.

"Yeah? I like him too. I would love to be in the same team with him one day."

That wasn’t something that a normal fan would say. You had to go through and check the facts to see if it was even possible for a fan to wish to be in the same team as their favourite driver. If so, your dad would have been talking about it. "You drive too? Like these fast cars?"

"Yeah, I drive too, but mine isn’t as fast as Vettel's, though." He grinned, knowing what you would say after. It wasn’t the first time people ever told him that his little sweet dream would never come true. He had heard it countless times and had gotten used to it by now. "I know what you’re going to say."

"What?"

"You are going to tell me it’s impossible, aren’t you? For me to be on the same team with him." His hand went into his back pocket as he stood up straight.

"No."

"Sorry?" He blinked in surprise.

"I think it’s possible. I think... I think Vettel could do a teammate like you." You beamed widely and nodded in satisfaction with your words before taking a step away to find your dad.

"You can use this." He called out and handed you a white portable mini-fan.

"Are you sure?" The paddock pass fell and was left hanging on your neck as you let it go and took the mini fan from him.

"I don’t really need it."

"Thank you!" You clicked on the button as it flipped, and you felt the cooling effect hit your face. Sending him one last beam of gratitude, you walked back and joined the crowd, looking left and right to find your dad.

"Thank you too."

His gaze was interrupted as he was handed a green notebook with a striped marker pen by one of the fans, asking for his autograph, followed by a couple of photo sessions with a few others.

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You were back again in the paddock, two years older. The weather this time, if you were to express it in words, would be an antonym to the last two years. It wasn’t extremely cold, but enough to send chills down your body from the constant rain. Your knowledge of motorsports this time has improved a lot. Your dad was excited when you started bringing up his favourite topic first during dinnertime because now he had someone to talk to about all the things that excited him.

The raincoat you had kept inside your tote bag was being pulled out as soon as you felt a few drops on your cheeks. The rain never learned how to do its greeting properly. It was always a few drops and a heavy rain the next second. You were trying to untie the little string that helped to keep your folded raincoat neatly in square shape while the rain started dropping down even more.

"How do I untie this?" Your hand kept on going from unknoting the string to protecting yourself from the rain, as if your palm was big enough to cover your entire body. The string wasn’t cooperating, and your indecisive trait made you stand in place instead of figuring something out.

"Need my help?

"Please!" Your eyes flittered upon feeling the little drops on your face as the person tried to untie the string.

"Shoot! This isn’t working. Let’s just run." Your hand that was purposelessly trying to cover your head from the rain was being grabbed as you found yourself running with him in the rain, unsure of where you were heading.

"Can we even be in here?" The run made you puff out. He had somehow dragged you inside Ferrari’s hospitality when you were so sure you would get kicked out the second someone noticed you. "I should go." You tried to scurry away and flinched when the thunderstorm rumbled.

"It’s okay. Just stay here. They’ll know you’re with me."

"It’s you?!" Your hands went to cover your mouth immediately as you got a proper look at his face this. It was the same guy from last year. He looked the same, just in a different uniform. "Oh my God! Are you Sebastian Vettel’s teammate now?"

"Is he still your favourite driver?"

"Yeah! I am still a big fan of him. Oh, I didn’t bring your mini fan.” The mini fan was still working perfectly fine, but it was left in your room because you weren’t expecting to bump into him again.

He took out his phone, and you saw his fingers danced on the screen before he handed it to you. "How about you give it back to me when I take you out?"

"What should I do with this?" The screen showed a numberless contact with the name ‘pretty girl in white top’.

"Your phone number?"

You passed the phone back and chewed on your lips. "I have a boyfriend."

"Ah! Sure– I’m so sorry."

You chuckled as you retracted your hand back and typed in your phone number. "Just kidding! There! I should probably go to my dad before he freaks out.”

"Wait!" The phone was being placed on the coffee table, as he ran to get an umbrella. "Use this."

"Thank you!"

Charles turned on his phone and saw your contact number being saved as "My name’s Y/N!"

"Y/N.."

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"Can I get her sign too?"

"My girlfriend?" Charles chuckled and passed the green notebook to you. You weren’t really sure what to do or how you should make your sign looked like because you had never prepared yourself anything like this. "Sign here, love."

"Like this?" You handed the striped marker pen back to Charles and hid your face in his arms when he laughed at how small the signature was.

"You might need more practise." The notebook and marker pen were handed back to the owner, making him laugh along after seeing your little sign.

"I’ll make sure she attends my classes on how to improve her signature."

"Can I get a picture?"

Charles’s hand went back to hold yours while his free hand moved vigorously, sliding those pens and markers on caps, shirts, and banners that the fans had prepared while exchanging a few conversations.

"What was that signature, baby?"

He was holding it the whole time. The occasional glances he gave you as he kept on signing the merchandise were enough to let you know that he wasn’t done yet with the tease so it wasn’t a surprise when that was the first topic he brought up once both of you got your own privacy time.

"Shut up! I didn’t know they would ask for my signature too." You leaned on his side as he kept you close with his arm on your waist.

"But it’s cute! I would definitely get it tattooed if I was obsessed with you." Laughing, he pinched your cheek when you scowled. "Let’s be real. Would you tattoo my name on your body?"

"Of course!" You exclaimed. It was impossible to hold your laugh when he stared at you with scepticism.

"Yeah, right! No one’s believing that, baby." He retorted, leaving a lingering kiss on your hair.

"Yeah, no. Can you imagine if I have your name written in a big font across my arms?" You questioned.

"On a second thought, that might not be that bad of an idea. Everyone will know you are my girlfriend." He jested and earned a slap on his arm.

"No! What if we break up? I’m going to have to get them removed, and even if they were removed, you'd still see the mark."

"We’ll never break up. I don’t want us to ever break up." He muttered.

"I don’t want you to leave me too." You murmured, tiptoeing to leave a peck on his cheek.

"Whatever happens in the future, let’s talk it out instead of choosing a break. I can’t lose you, Y/N." He murmured.

"You won’t lose me, baby."

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"Charles, slow down! You’re going to make me trip on my dress!" You called out, feeling his pace increased with every step you took.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was just excited for you to see the place. Here we are!"

The sudden switch from pitch black to the brightness around you when Charles took off the blindfold on your eyes caused you to squeeze them shut.

"Do you like it?"

The room was illuminated with candles that were placed on a dark-coloured candle holders. There were rose petals spread out on the floor, looking like a path that led you to the centre.

He had asked you to go out for a dinner date, and you thought it was just like any other ones you had, but he reminded you specifically to dress a little extra, so you went with a split thigh backless dress in dark blue paired with a necklace that you got as a gift from Charles.

"Oh my god, I love this! Did you decorate this on your own?"

"Yeah, with some help from the Internet." He murmured and moved closer to snake his arms around your waist while your arms circled his neck.

"What’s the special occasion?" You questioned him, brushing your nose against his jaw.

"Oh, yeah! Okay.." He muttered, pulling away as he gave your arms a squeeze. Charles looked anxious. You knew because he kept on pressing his lips together; his green eyes barely kept on you for any longer than a minute as he kept on looking away.

"Charles? What’s wrong.."

"I– um," Charles had seen this a lot in movies, but he wasn’t really sure how someone went about doing it. He wasn’t sure if he should pull out the ring and put out the question first, if he should give a hint so you knew what’s coming, or if he should let you talk first.

"Y/N,"

You let out a gasp, your hand went to cup over your mouth as he went down and got on one knee. Charles fished out the velvet ring box he had kept in his pocket, which felt significantly heavier despite its small size.

"I wanted you to write the happy ending to our lives together. Will you marry me?"

He could see you were smiling, though half of your face was covered. "Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Your head bobbed up and down in a nod, feeling the weight on your finger as he slipped the ring on.

"I love you so much." He breathed out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up as your lips met his.

"I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, fiancé." You muttered, fingers stroking the back of his neck while slowly feeling as if you were getting hypnotised the longer you stared into his green eyes.

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They said you could never please anyone in the room. Let it be a room of hundreds or tens, there would always be one unsatiated person. They said you would fail the moment you lived your life making sure everyone else was please with you. They said ignore, walk away, because people’s words shouldn’t limit how you should live your life.

But what happened when you ignored them way too much that they decided to kick it up a notch, thwarting their way into your own bubbles of euphoria.

Just like what happened to Mufasa.

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Day Twenty-Seven - Prompt: Anticipation @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 531 words

TW: Reference to suicide

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Evan awoke to two terrible truths and one lucky break. One, he had a massive hangover. Two, he’d unblocked Barty’s number on his phone and his profile on social media. Three, Barty didn’t answer the thirty or so attempts Evan made at contacting him last night.

He groaned miserably and tossed his mobile across the bed. Evan didn’t feel all that lucky at the moment. Instead of waking up to a cool glass of water and a bottle of paracetamol on his nightstand, he found one of his sister’s bazillion hair clips that he must have stolen at some point in the evening.

Clean slate indeed. How is this better? Now I have nothing.

His thoughts swirled through his mind randomly as if they were racing toward an arbitrary finish line. He waited for them to settle while he traced the hexagon patterns on his quilt. Over and over, side, angle, side, angle, until he died.

That’s where this is headed. Well done.

“Oh lovely, my brain is mean today too,” he grumbled.

His phone lit up and vibrated wildly well out of reach. Annoyed, Evan clawed the quilt toward him until the mobile was close enough, then snatched it up. He squinted at the screen.

Notification, not a call. Damn it.

“Find My IPhone activated?” he read aloud. “What the fuck? It’s in my hand. What are you on about, phone?”

He tapped the notification and stared at the screen in confused anticipation as it loaded a map. It took far too long to realise that by unblocking Barty’s number, he’d reactivated their linked settings. The settings that Barty used to find Evan’s phone every time he lost it, which was often.

“Barty’s phone is in the River Severn? That doesn’t make any—” Evan cut himself off and blinked at the screen. “No. He wouldn’t do that. I just saw him yesterday. There’s no way that he would…”

An image of Barty’s panicked face flicked through his head. The sudden urgency of his desire to fill in all of his tattoos and the piercing he never had the guts to get done, as if he was finishing a list. As in, a bucket list.

“Shite!” Evan rolled off of his bed and grabbed his shoes. He was never more thankful for falling asleep fully dressed. “You better not, you twat!”

He tapped wildly at his screen, trying to find Frank’s number. If anyone would know where Barty is, it’s Frank.

Flatmates kept track of each other, right?

His text was answered almost instantly. Frank hadn’t seen Barty since yesterday. That was not good.

Who else? Barty’s friends are all…my friends.

That’s when it registered for the very first time. Barty didn’t have friends. He had exes, a snarky flatmate, and an abusive father, but his friends were rather sparse. Or, potentially nonexistent.

“I don’t know where to start,” he said, hands trembling as he fumbled his phone. “I was all he had and I didn’t even realise. I didn’t know.”

Evan swiped angrily at the tears streaming down his cheeks. He wasn’t giving up until he knew for sure. His Barty wouldn’t leave him. Not like that.

Not now, not ever.

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[genshin-side-piece]

Eagle Eye

Warnings: None Streamer AU - Survival Type Game, based on Escape from Tarkov but not Escape from Tarkov

I'm sorry for this. It possessed my brain and would not let me go until I wrote it.

You sniped him. 

You sniped him. It was all Ayato could do to hold his composure as both your names scrolled across the kill feed, along with the distance of said shot. A 263m snipe. His jaw dropped slightly. There was just no way. He had been bunkered down, well hidden from view. It was impossible to think that you had seen him from that distance, let alone hit the shot. You had to be cheating, there was no other way. 

“Calm down everyone.” Ayato was quick to laugh the sting of defeat off in the hope that it would ease the blur of accusations of stream snipping that were flying through his chat. It didn’t. Instead, the messages only got faster. “It was merely a lucky shot.” Or so he wanted them to believe. “Still, I’d like to check something. Thoma-” Ayato clicked out of the game he was playing and opened a browser window. “Did you happen to grab the name?” His ever diligent mod was one step ahead of him. A link quickly appeared in Ayato’s private discord, along with a clip of the kill for posterity. Ayato ignored the clip, not wanting to acknowledge Thoma’s odd sense of humor. Instead, he chose to click on the link, pulling up your stream. 

You were a smaller streamer, with a handful of viewers. He wasn’t terribly surprised. As your stream loaded, he expected bragging or screaming or even celebrating. That was usually the case with stream snipers. They would hunt him down, get their clip and then tag him on every social platform in existence, just to get their supposed clout. It was the cost of being one of the bigger streamers, or so he had been told. But once the stream loaded, there was none of that. You were calm, distracted even as you continued to rummage around for loot. The chat wasn’t filled with pats on the back or being spammed with clips. In fact, your chat was fairly silent. There was only one congratulations on the shot and that had come from your Mod. It hadn’t even been clipped for posterity. Ayato was confused. “Hm.”

He tilted his head, while furrowing his brow. Did you not know who he was? 

“Well chat-” You smiled, which oddly enough caused Ayato to smile. The warmth in your expression helped to ease some of the sting from earlier. Ayato allowed himself a moment to bask in it, much in the way one would bask in the sun. He liked the feeling it gave him. He liked the feeling you gave him. There was something about you that helped put his mind at ease, despite this being his first time seeing you.“I suppose we should start heading for the extract point.” You pulled up the menu to check how much time you had left in your raid. “I think we’ll have just enough time to swing by our favorite spot before we head out.” Ayato raised an eyebrow to that. You weren’t going to claim your prize? You were just going to leave it, leave him there? The sting from earlier returned. As much as he loathed stream snipers, he loathed your disinterest in claiming his in game tags for yourself even more. You had practically shot him from across the map. Even if you didn’t recognize him, surely you wanted the bragging rights for the elimination? 

Then as if someone had possessed his body, Ayato typed it; What about the Yashiro Rascal elim? He visibly flinched when realized what he’d done. Your chat wasn’t nearly as active as his. His message lingered on the screen. Sitting comfortably in the middle of the window, highlighted as a first time chatter for all the world to see. Ayato couldn’t help the blush that crept its way across his cheeks.

Your eyes flew over to the new message, while your smile grew wider. “Hey there, welcome in!” There was a brief moment where your eyes met on the screen and a small wave. “Thanks for joining-” You then went into what he guessed was your usual spiel of introducing yourself to him. Not that he heard any of it, he was too entranced with watching your lips move. Your voice was amazingly pleasant. It had a calming effect that seemed to wash away any of his previous worries, at least until his in game username passed your lips. The sound of you saying the name Yashiro Rascal snapped him right back to reality. “I don’t really collect tags or anything.” You paused long enough to take a shallow breath. “I’m not sure I’ll even have time to find them. I have my favorite loot spot I like to go to. Is Yashiro Rascal someone important or something? You’ll have to forgive me-” Your smile turned bashful. “I’m still new to this game. I don’t really know any of the big name players yet.” Ayato’s eyes grew wide in surprise while his long forgotten chat blazed with shocked comments as they all had the same revelation he had just had. You really didn’t know. The fact that you had just taken out one of the biggest streamers in the game had gone completely over your head. You thought you just hit the shot of your life on someone you assumed was just another casual player. 

Ayato couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t even try to. He laughed. He honest to archon laughed. It was refreshing really. Most of his streams were filled with endless hours of sweating while he was being hunted by every clout chaser on the platform. He couldn’t even show his screen on entry for the fear of being attacked before he ever had the chance to loot. Sometimes that didn’t even work. Most of his streams had begun to feel tedious and uninteresting. He almost hated doing them. If the game didn’t do the viewership numbers it did, he would have abandoned it ages ago. Before he met you, he still might have. Now he wasn’t so sure. You were still strangers to each other, but it had only taken a minute with you to remember that games could be fun, that they should be fun. Ayato began to wonder just how fun they could be with you.

“You know chat-” Ayato glanced back at the camera, giving it one of his signature smiles. “I think I’d like to try something new.” He took a sip of his boba as he watched his chat emphatically agree. “Duos seems like a fun idea. They seem rather nice, do you think this person would like to join me?” Could you be persuaded to join him was more like it. Ayato had no idea if you played with randoms or viewers and sadly, he was both. Even if he was a big name, it was presumptuous of him to think you would want to team up. Maybe you enjoyed playing on your own. It was rude of him to just barge in on your fun, simply because you’d done the unthinkable. 

Slowly, he saw a few familiar names trickle into your chat. Much to his horror, they launched right into insisting you team with him. It caught you off guard. He could clearly see the confusion on your face. “Wait… who?” Your eyes came up to the camera. “Are they-” There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes. “Are you watching me right now?” Ayato visibly cringed. He knew the intentions were honorable. He knew the people who had found you meant well, but he loathed that they felt entitled to interfere. He’d merely suggested that you game together. As far as you were aware, he was just a new viewer. He hadn’t even asked you to play yet. It was entirely unnecessary to bully you into doing something that you didn’t even know about. “Calm down everyone.” Ayato’s smile faded into a more stern look. “Let’s not run them off before I’ve even had a chance to ask them. Leave them be.” Your chat went nearly silent. There was the odd comment, but the pressure was mostly gone. It gave Ayato the opening he needed to pop the proverbial question. 

Yes, my apologies. Would you like to team up? I’m an experienced player. I can give you some pointers if you wish.

Your surprise was all too apparent. It was cute when you stumbled over your words, especially as more of his chat began to find their way to your stream, filling your chat box with messages and follows, eventually drowning his messages with their own. It was mildly frustrating, because he had liked having all of your attention, but he couldn’t blame his viewers. He’d spent the last  ten or so minutes just watching you. They were bound to get curious and find their way over to you eventually. That didn’t mean they had the right to take you away from him.

“Oh wow, so many new people! Are they with you too?” You furrowed your brow slightly. “Uh wait-“ You sucked in a portion of your lip, pinching it between your teeth as you began scanning what he guessed was your chat. Ayato nearly keened at the site. You were getting more adorable by the second. He almost couldn’t stand it. Much to his regret, he wasn’t good at hiding it either. More than one person had said something about him being smitten and before too long it picked up steam in both chats. “Where did you go?” Ayato was quick to respond.

I’m right here. My apologies, they’re from my chat. Please ignore them if you wish. We’ve been watching you since you sent me back to the lobby and they all decided to come say hello.

You smiled again, satisfied that you had found him. It made him happy that he made you smile. He hoped he could do it as many times as possible before the night was over. “It’s alright.” You paused, clearly pondering his question. “I generally run solos but-” Your smile grew larger. “I don’t mind trying duos.” The celebration in both chats made Ayato chuckle. He had to admit it was a relief not to get publicly rejected in front of so many people. “How do I contact you? Can I just DM you through the platform or is there a better way?” Ayato found himself one step ahead of you. He was already in the process of getting everything ready when you asked.

Allow me to reach out to you. I keep my DMs closed. Just respond back with your info once you get my message.

Within seconds he had his information over to you. It was actually embarrassing how quickly he sent it, but he hadn’t been this eager to co-op with someone in a very long time. The thought of playing a game or two with you seemed far more enticing than the idea of running solos for the rest of the afternoon. You promptly responded, your info being passed to Thoma before either of you could blink. “Thoma, can you set up a chat between the two of us?” He was already on it. Ayato hadn’t finished asking when the convo with the three of you popped up on his private discord server. “Alright chat, let’s all try to behave, shall we? We don’t want to give them the wrong impression.”

Is that advice for chat or you? You’ve done nothing but smile at them since you joined their channel. You haven’t been this infatuated since Tomoki introduced his seasonal boba flavors. Ayato ignored Thoma’s comment, merely rolling his eyes as he changed chat servers and began the call between himself and you. He hated that he was acting so obvious, but it was difficult for him to help. His curiosity had been peaked by you. He wasn’t able to ignore it for the sake of staying aloof.

He started the call, watching you through the screen as he waited for you to answer. There was some hesitancy on your part. Ayato could see it as you sat on the other end, letting it ring. You were nervous. Having strangers join you was always a gamble. They could be perfectly fine or they could be perfectly wretched. It was hard to know. Even Ayato had to admit to the jitters he felt in his own stomach as he waited on you to click the button. He never did this. His brand was everything. Endorsements, sponsorships, years of hard work all depended on him being careful. One wrong move, one wrong word and it would be all over for him. That’s why he generally stuck to a very tight knit group of friends that he knew were safe. They understood what his reputation meant to him and they were happy to oblige him when it came to keeping his public image safe. Offering to play games with a complete stranger was unlike him. Basing it off a feeling was even more unlike him, but for whatever reason, it didn’t deter him. It only urged his desire for you to answer the call on.

Ayato focused his eyes back to your stream, carefully watching you. It was apparent you were searching for something and by your reaction, he only had one guess when you found it. You were looking for him. Ayato didn’t try to hide his smirk, nor did he bother to stop himself from giving you a little wink as you stared. After all, turn about was fair play. Being the equitable man that he is, Ayato was more than happy to give you a show. Your reaction to it was priceless. 

You buried your face in your hands, a deep blush spread across your cheeks, causing him to chuckle. You poor thing. 

I thought you said you were going to behave. I know rascal is in your name, but can’t you hold it in until you say hi to them? If they get any redder, they’ll turn into a tomato. Another small chuckle slipped past Ayato’s lips at Thoma’s comment. Sass me again and you’ll find out how much of a rascal I can be next time I see you.

“Hello?” Ayato’s eyes quickly jumped back to the call, finding that at long last you had answered him. He breathed a silent sigh of relief that for the moment, the worst was over. That was one hurdle down. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many more to go. “So sorry” His relief gave way to a soft smile. “I never do this. It dawned on me that maybe I should verify you aren’t a creep before I answer.” Ayato nodded, noting the slight apprehension in your voice. “It’s alright, I understand. I’m the same way. Though I suppose I had the upper hand when it came to research.” He heard you let out a small laugh. “Yea. You’ve uh-” There was another awkward laugh as he watched you turn away from the camera in a vain attempt to hide how crimson your cheeks were. “You’re him.” You rolled your lips, flinching at the vagueness of that comment. “You’re the Yashiro Rascal guy-” There was a heavy pause before you decided to finish that statement. “Aren’t you?” There was a hesitancy in your voice that made Ayato a little nervous. For a second, he swore you almost sounded a little scared. But then again, who could blame you? The game itself had a reputation for toxic trolls. You snipe a bigger streamer and suddenly they’re in your chat, inviting you to game with them? The action, while friendly on his part, had to feel a little suspicious to you. Especially when embarrassing content creators on social was all the rage. “Listen about the shot- I 

“Don’t worry about the shot. I’m not mad about it.” He added a little lilt to his voice to help put you at ease. “I’m actually extremely impressed by it.” That earned him a small smile. You nodded, letting some of the tension in your body ease. “I should actually apologize in advance to you. It’s been awhile since I’ve played duos and I have little doubt people will come for us. It might make for a rough afternoon.” “That’s alright. Duos just means that I watch your back and you watch mine, right?” That’s exactly what it meant. Ayato couldn’t be more delighted to hear it. “There’s just one thing.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “What should I call you?” Ah yes. That. “I mean it’s cool if you call by name or whatever, but I’m not sure what to use for you. Do you prefer your gamer tag or your streamer name or something else?” He thought about it for a moment, deciding he didn’t like any of those options. 

Using his online persona implied to him that this would be a one and done. Ayato didn’t want that. He didn’t want you to vanish from his life the second you were done.  It was silly to think that he was reacting this way after such a short interaction, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t collect friends like he did boba cups. His fame made good people to have in his life hard to find. Most of the time he hung around his sister or Thoma or possibly Itto, when Ayato could find him. Having someone else he could talk to, having you to talk to, even if it wasn’t all the time, felt right. “Um, are you still there?”

“Let’s make this simple, just call me Ayato.”

[bangtanficsforyou]

Crushed- Ch (02)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Au: Friends to idk what

Genre: Angst, some fluff.

Ratings: 18+

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: mentioned in each chapter

Summary: Your coworker and best friend Jimin is everyone's favourite and for good reason. He's sweet, charming, caring, kind, humble, polite, ha– well shit. There you go making it obvious yet once again, that you're in love with him. But it's all good as long as he remains oblivious right? Wrong. After overthinking for a whole month, you decide to confess and things take an unexpected turn.

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Dear Diary,

I don't know what to do. Tomorrow, I'll be meeting Jimin again and I just don't know how to behave around him, anymore. I thought three days of not seeing him would help me figure out what to do about the situation but unfortunately, that's not the case.

In the three days' time, all I have done is to stalk Jimin's Instagram but when staring at him became too painful, I moved to Rachel's insta. Another stupid move, might I say. Her recent insta updates let me know that she and Jimin spent their Sunday with each other. I assume it was their first date but even then, one could see how bright her smile was, and how happy she looked around him. If that wasn't enough, Jimin was laughing and giggling with his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Those pictures and clips made me wonder what it would feel like to be in her place, to be on the receiving end of Jimin's fond giggle, for him to smile like that because of me and at me because even though he has no idea, he makes me smile like that, like a fool, as if nothing else matters but him.

Perhaps, I was too much of a fool. That's exactly why I feel so pathetic now. I feel so stupid for ever entertaining the thought of him liking me back. It possibly wouldn't hurt so much had I not expected him to return my feelings. But it is what is. It's no one's fault. Jimin can like whoever he wishes to and the same goes for me. I chose him. He chose someone else. That's the difference.

Despite that, I need to keep my emotions at bay. I can't let him know of the pain I have been in, in recent days. I need to be the Y/N he knows, the one who is his best friend, which would admittedly require a whole lot of acting. Because every time I think of him, I just feel this longing and heartbreak. I can only imagine, what it would be like to be seeing him and to be in his presence. Nevertheless, thank you for being my safe place where I can rant without any worry because the other person who used to be my safe space, is the one I'm currently ranting about lol.

"You have not replied to my texts and have not answered my calls." Monday is here and so is Jimin. After your failed attempt at confessing, you had taken a few days off so that you don't have to face him. But alas, your day-offs were gone and here you are.

You do not bother looking up from your computer. To anyone, it would seem like you're being nonchalant but that's far from the truth. Only you can tell the way your heart shrinks and your stomach churns having Jimin sit right next to you but feeling as if he's far, far away.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had the time, was busy with work." You chew on your lower lip to give the faux impression that you're concentrating really hard on the numbers on your screen.

Jimin, either is just plain rude or doesn't buy your act, for he places a hand under your seat and swirls the chair such that you're now facing him.

Fucking wheels. You curse in your brain not even caring about how absurd it is to get mad at wheels and that to of those of a chair's.

When your eyes meet Jimin's, you immediately notice the seriousness in his orbs. Well, shit.

"Care to explain?" He asks again, his brows furrowed in a stern expression.

"I told you, I was–"

"I don't buy that bullshit." He cuts you off, vehemently shaking his head. "You've never done this before, you've always replied to my texts no matter how busy work has gotten. Do you even know how worried I was?"

It sure didn't seem so. The petty voice in your head mutters.

"Nothing, I was just tired, trust me." Trying to make him believe that you're being genuine, you also smile at him, hoping he somehow buys it.

Jimin does not buy it.

After you had left lunch abruptly, he had his suspicions about something being wrong. However, he had not paid much attention to it, for he entertained the thought that it might really have been some important duty call. You had an important meeting that day, which although you were done with, there can always be extra documents that one needs to go through or sometimes needs to mail them to some higher authorities. Jimin had shrugged off his concerns for he thought he was just overthinking or over observing.

His concerns however returned, when you did not answer his calls and texts. Because heck, in the span of three years that he has known you, you had never done that before. To say that he was worried would be an understatement.

On the second day that you had gone without any contact, he was ready to go to your place. He however didn't, when he found that you had checked his stories. That was some sort of reassurance that you are okay and probably haven't fainted in your apartment or any of the terrible scenarios that his mind had come up with.

Which had finally made him come to the conclusion that there was something up with you. Even if he had any doubts about it, they were now gone because your whole body language is stiff and closed off. Why, he has no idea.

The side of your face burns from how intensely Jimin keeps staring. Feeling your hands get clammy, you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind, in hopes of getting rid of the awkward silence. "How did your date with Rach go?"

You instantly regret the question. It must be because of how a sadistic part of you wanted to know the details. A sadistic part, which wants to know it from him, in his words.

Your question however, has the desired effect as it seems to deflect his attention. The frown on his features soften and his lips quirk up. "It was great, might as well have been the best date I have been on."

You shoot him another smile, another attempt at making him believe that you are being genuine. "You were not nervous?"

This time, Jimin does buy it. "I was surprisingly not, because it wasn't supposed to be a date." Noticing the questioning look on your face, he elaborates further. "I was just telling her about how you have not been replying to my texts and how worried I was. I had probably ranted so much that she ended up advising that I needed to be out and breathe in some fresh air. Which somehow ended up with us going out and having dinner together."

You hum, biting the inside of your cheek as you look at him and try your best to maintain your smile.

"You know the best part? There was no awkward silence." Jimin continues and you can sense that this is going to turn into a ramble.

You can only imagine, how long Jimin has been waiting, to tell you all this. A part of you thinks it would have been better had you been in touch with him via texts, because you know for sure, that he would have hit you with long texts describing every single detail and in that way, you at least wouldn't have to force yourself to smile even when you feel your heart silently break for the nth time in the span of five days.

"There's something very soothing about her. Her company just makes you kind of forget all about your worries. Unlike, how most first dates are, it was very relaxing and chill."

"So, it made you forget about me?" You chuckle but when you notice Jimin's smile fade, you realise that it might not have been the right thing to say. "I was joking, relax."

Jimin's frown remains in place and you feel scared of him easily reading you. Thankfully, a voice calling for Jimin's name is what makes him move his eyes from you.

"Can you update these numbers? I've checked them and they just need to be uploaded." Taehyung, says as he approaches where the two of you're sitting.

Jimin nods absentmindedly. "Yeah, sure." With that, he steals one last glance at you and leaves.

The moment he leaves, you feel like you can finally breathe. Fuck, acting is kind of difficult.

You look up to meet eyes with Tae only to find him winking at you and he mutters a small thank me later before he leaves as well.

The interaction has you contemplating if you were being that obvious with how uncomfortable and congested you were feeling. If that's the case then you think Jimin also might have noticed it. Which can explain his reaction to those stupid words that you had muttered.

So, it made you forget about me.

What were you thinking before you made that comment?

You'd be honest, you had not given much thought before you had said those words but now that you think of it, you wished for Jimin to have not enjoyed his date. It's selfish you know. Despite that, a part of you desperately wanted for the scenario to be different. You wished that even in her soothing presence, Jimin was worrying about you. That he did not just forget about you because he was with her.

You know he did not exactly mean that but the cynical part of you believes that the amount of fondness he feels for her is greater than the amount of worry he has for you.

It's pathetic to think that way, you know but maybe you just needed some sort of reassurance from Jimin. You know he does not owe it to you but his words did more damage than good.

"That was intense." A voice quips, causing you to blink back to reality.

"Huh?" You ask, the words not registering in your brain.

"I said, that was intense." Yoongi repeats from where he stands on the other side of your cubicle with his head resting on top of the partition.

"What was?" Genuinely confused, you frown.

He scoffs. "You and Jimin. I could feel the tension through the partition."

Your eyes go wide. "You were eavesdropping?"

He shrugs casually. "More like it was unavoidable."

You were being obvious.

"Damn, I made it obvious didn't I?" Hating the idea of it, you hope Jimin does not come to conclusions.

"Just as obvious as the day."

"You don't even try to sugarcoat it." Grumbling, you lean back into your chair.

"I don't sugarcoat it but I can sugacoat it." He retorts with a serious expression.

"You're hanging too much with Jin aren't you?" You squint your eyes and move the mouse cursor haphazardly all over the screen.

"I'd have you know my jokes are way better than Jin's, so, in case you're implying that his company has affected my humour, you're very wrong." He huffs, clearly offended by your words.

"Debatable." You reply in a beat.

"Yesterday, he went to the grocery store and asked the counter lady why eggs don't make jokes." He begins in order to prove his point.

"Because they'll crack?" You ask in a questioning tone.

"The lady did not bat an eyelash." He deadpans.

".....and Jin was too busy laughing to notice that?"

Yoongi sighs, as if concerned but not surprised by his beloved friend, Jin's behaviour. "The lady looked at me as if asking whether he's okay or not."

The whole scene plays inside your head and you laugh for the first time in what seems like ages. This has happened far too many times for you to find it funny but somehow it never gets old.

Yoongi's lips quirk up when he sees you laugh.

Anyone with eyes could see the love you had for Jimin. Thus, today, when he saw Jimin chatting with this one girl (he has no idea what her name is) while he was coming back from the tea room, he knew something was wrong. It wasn't the chatting, in particular, it was the shy glances, the fond smiles and the subtle touches. His very first thought was that of you and his immediate reaction was that of worry. He wondered if you knew about it or if it would be a heartbreaking surprise for you when you come to work.

The conversation he overhead between you and Jimin answered a few of his queries for sure but it also only caused him to worry more.

Nevertheless, seeing you laugh puts him slightly at ease.

From across the aisle, another pair of eyes watch you. Jimin notices you laugh and sees that your body language is no longer stiff, no longer guarded.

Did Yoongi say something funny? Is that what had gotten you to ease up? Because it can't be that you're all guarded and stiff around him in particular, right? He did not do anything to make you mad. At least nothing that he can think of.

But whatever it is, he needs to figure it out.

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hiiii hello some questions :O 22, 7, 15, 32, 38?

hello my love <3 i'll start from the top and work my way down.

(ps: sorry this got so long love, sorry it took so long too<3)

7. If you read the book, what are your favorite changes from page to screen? 

Eeeeeeeasily, louis + claudia + armand! the changes made to these characters (at first louis + claudia and then armand as well once he is revealed) are the reason i started watching the show! also the depiction of louis' family/life before he was turned and the devolution of all of that once he became a vampire? that transforms the story imo, breathes so much life into it. though i'd never read the book before i started the show and had only seen a few clips from the film as a child, i truly believe that the characters became so much more compelling. i even went as far as to crack open the first book after my first watch through!

also the writers making leslou's age difference/power imbalance more pronounced? very sinister, monstrous and meaningful...very well done.

15. What were your favorite costumes? 

ugh this is soooo hard for me carol cutshall went craaaazy but um let me think for the main three...(please pardon the quality of the screenshots used)

louis is difficult because he's the main dresser in the show and has too many looks that i adore for various reasons.... but let me fight my nature and try not to be a sicko for a moment u.u

right now the one that comes to mind is the brown pinstriped three piece suite with tie pin from ep 1....he's in his human browns, so warm and looking full of life but still sharp and tailored to him so well. this is a charcater that has been stylish all his life, thoughtful about aesthetics, colour and composition, he knows how to accessorise! he wears the same suit in the family portrait..... did i mention the tie pin ((((:

one of my favourite claudia looks is also featured in the photo. her long red cloak (with the embroidered edging) that she wears to florence's funeral, it's sooo dramatic and impactful. i'd imagine it would be jarring to see in a sea of the mourners dressed in black, especially because of the strange aura she has about her. also love her women's lib pussy bow blouse with the puffy sleeves from when she was laying the ground work for her patriarch assassination plot. love all her red looks really! (special mention for her date outfit with charlie. its not red it's just a cute little outfit. exactly what u wear on a first date ):)

finally. and i know this is controversial but the black pinstriped suit with that mountain dew tie is one of the best lestat looks in the show imo (special mention to when he's in all white, covered in blood in the finale of course). he looks like the tall man, like a shadow you see in your room at night that your brain tricks you into thinking is a demon. but he also looks really sort of dashing in his coat when he invites louis up for a nightcap...

22. Who's your favorite character? Why?

This one really depends on my mood. I tend to oscillate between Louis and Claudia. Right now it's louis though. I really think he is the character of all time. I could never claim to be the main louis understander, i know tooooo many intellectuals on here and louis is still so mysterious and unknowable to me in many ways, but at the same time she feels so real in a way that is almost uncanny? like i know this girl, kind of?? the aspect of the character where tragedy seems to hunt him down at every corner. the ultimate tragedy of how even in his desire to escape his current reality, when he is turned, he is still damned to a tormented existence by his maker. it's similar (and in so many ways more significant) for claudia. not only are they destined to endure hardship at the hands of society as a result of immutable factors (being black, and gay in louis' case and in claudia's case poor, young and female) but in their rebirth/forever death they are irrecoverably tied to a world of death and violence as well as to a maker whose grasp on humanity is suspect to say the very least, meanwhile that's their husband/father/uncle and louis isn't built for heartlessness...... how do they manage? how do they deal? what will they do to continue to endure? is there anything left to discover within yourself when you've lived for over a century? how distant/similar he is now to who he was back in new orleans? it seems to me that the tenderness that makes louis so compelling at the very beginning never leaves him. it shifts and evolves but never truly disappears. at the end of the day i guess i'm just really curious to know more about louis' inner workings, how does an immortal being decide to recount their life(?) when they're trapped in the depths of an inescapable grief??? he is endlessly fascinating to me and that's why i love him. also he is incredibly beautiful.

32. Is there a specific moment or plot point you’re hoping to see next season?

I have already typed too many words so i'm gonna try to keep the next few answers brief... Louis' lovers in paris moments with Armand. Claudia and Louis in eastern europe and with the theatre. I love the clip we saw of claudia with the vampire troupe, her on stage too(in the poster as well)! still haven't finished the book but that's not something that was in the source material if i remember correctly? I am terrified, horrified, trembling with fear and excitement to see how things pan out with all three of them in paris but also how things evolve with the interview in dubai! oooh also louis mentioned seeing jonah later on i think? in europe? really want to see what its like when characters from his old life pop up in the 40's.

38. If you read fanfiction, do you have any favorites? 

I do!!! not enough but i do there are honestly so many amazing writers in this fandom like it's actually crazy how talented people are, their command of their craft is outstanding! their ability to so beautifully expand upon and adapt these characters..... the genres explored, tiny characters as well as characters i don't even care about have been endeared to me so deeply.... i'm constantly in awe. this question is sooo difficult though....

but here are a few that come to mind

in the delta breeze [dare to breathe] by southernhummingbird

this literally had me in tears, i swear to god! so sweet and sentimental, truly moving. no one captures louis' voice the way they do. i don't think i've ever read the strange way guilt is tied to grief written like this in a fic before. southernhummingbird has my heart forever

House by baberainbow, disintegrations, gaypiratedivorce, kittyldpdl, nlbv, serpentskirts, weathermood

a tour de force, an magnificent undertaking, a maze of horror and fearful delights. all these writers are evil geniuses....i still can't believe this is real. if you see this and haven't read it yet please put yourself out of your misery and visit the house.

reformation by verseau

the first fic i ever read in this fandom. literally undefeatable. it opened my eyes to the transformative and reformative power of the au. such a tenderly written, thoughtful exploration of redemption and reconciliation. and it's tagged as crack??? i am forever changed

quizás by themasterletters

the second fic i ever read! this was a marvelous, tumultuous and vivid journey. not only for the characters but for me as a reader. what a gift that we all get to live in the same timeline, the same here and now as thee master letters (also partly responsible, along with weathermood, for the blessing that is twelve days. this work restored my faith in christmas miracles, yes)

Lunacy by The_Lame_Goat

just as the title suggests this work is insane. a monstrous take on an already monstrous dynamic, a transformative work that dives head first into the process of transformation (this horror genius is also responsible for THE hannibal au featuring another one of my favourite authors kittyldpdl)

Design; Intricate. by L(PastelLovelyBlue)

i've never felt so snatched up by a piece of work.... it is so intricately designed and mysterious, the prose is haunting. this writer is so measured and specific in how they've built their world and how they choose to reveal it's details. i leave every chapter feeling turned around, there is so much to uncover. they made me love sci-fi...

i have more favourites but this answer is already way too long and coming way too late. thank you for bearing with me dre 😭💗

[necarion]

A term I’ve been using to describe a certain type of climactic fight sequence, the type where it’s entirely mediated by force powers, or a wand-to-want beam, or a close grapple, or, is “pooping contest”. 

There are either one or two things that tell you how well someone is Winning.  The definite one is “who is grimacing hardest at the other” as indicator of effort. And sometimes you get the other one: how far from one side to the other is the progress bar special effect.

Some examples (spoilers follow):

See the final fight between Harry and Voldemort (same for Dumbledore and Grindlewald in the stupid Fantastic Beasts movie) (Timestamp 1:15):

Now, here’s how it happens in the book:

A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand: "Avada Kedavra!" "Expelliarmus!" The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy's shell.

The final confrontation was (a) in front of everyone [note 1], and (b) over in a single moment. This was not a contest of wills. The fight was already over, and Voldemort just didn’t know it yet.

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For a slightly less silly version, there’s the final final confrontation between Aang and Ozai (Timestamp 11:05). The only way you know who’s winning is by the progression of the colors. And the music.

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Or every time you have the final part of the dagger with the two fighters facing each other forcing the dagger slowly back and forth making faces.

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Sometimes you get it in books as well, like the final fight between Egwene and Mesaana in TAR. Literally nothing happens “on screen” except that Egwene convinces herself that she is stronger, she is better, and then she wins. This would probably be captured in a movie with some sort of energy beam going between them, because otherwise nothing happens but Concentratin’ Hard.

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I think this trend is terrible, lazy visual filmmaking. There is basically no tension left in these confrontations - you know who’s going to win. There is no sign of skill or cleverness, only one of raw, invisible strength. It robs you of the chance to see a wizard duel, or one party to truly triumph through anything other than the invisible strength. And it robs the actors of much of their chance to showcase anything other than a strained expression on their face.

This ties into the problem of a lot of Aerial Battles as the climactic final scene.  A bunch of people fly around punching each other into buildings, with no grounding (heh) and no sense of skill or strength, and then one gets knocked to the ground, and then they fight it out there (and also, usually, have a strength-based pooping contest).

There are plenty of examples of this being done well. I won’t show clips for all of them, but a completely non-exhaustive lists follows:

All the major confrontations in the Princess Bride. Westley vs Inigo ends in a battle of skill where Westley comes out on top. “End it quickly” “I would sooner destroy a stained glass window as an artist like yourself”. Westley vs Humperdinck isn’t even a fight. And Inigo vs the Six Fingered Man ends with dialogue, a quick strike, and a fantastic sendoff: “I want my father back, you son of a bitch.” Even the most obvious “test of strength” of Westley vs Fezzik isn’t really that. It’s Westley outsmarting and out DEXing Fezzik and simply holding on.

Gunfights in old Westerns. Swordfights in old Samurai films. There is a lot of tension, little movements, focus, camera work. And then it just ends with a single strike. This one comes closest, but there is no expression of Raw Strength, just focus and skill. And you can absolutely see who wins and why.

The Matrix Revolutions has a sky fight, and then a brief amount of pooping contest, but it gets subverted when Neo surrenders and lets go.

Proper Wizard Duels.

Such as Dumbledore vs Voldemort which doesn’t end in one of those fights, and is easily the best fight in the movie series.

But all of these are way harder than showing a fight with a manly intensity-based progress bar. 

[casitafallz]

Decay AU | Surprise, Dr...

Decay had some regrets in Dante’s presents choices from the family unit. In part, the fact when she was assigned a two weeks holiday which was mandatory for any parent of any child under the age of ten to have every 6 months. Decay had only wanted to take a nap, both of her arms were on charge and in the corner but she had hoped Dante would stay watching his screen and allow her time to rest.

It was fine until she woke up sharply to something plastic being wedges into her mouth. Biting down onto it immediately and she sitting up sharply though Dante’s annoyed whine cut through the alarm.

“Mami, No, you’re not feeling very well!” the two year old scolded.

Decay blinked down at him before spitting out the plastic thing into her lap to realise it was Dante’s plastic medical tool, a thermometer. “Dante, I was sleeping.” She groaned though she shifted one leg over the edge of her bed, only for her son to push her leg back up.

“Yes, sleepy, sleepy. You ate too much cake! You are sick. Lay down.” Dante picked up the blue stethoscopes and began to put the oversized ear piece to place and clambered up onto the bed.

Decay watched as he patted it briefly over her chest, too far left to be accurate but she’d not hamper his mood on the matter on pointing it out. She contemplated trying to get up and get her arms up and get him to snuggle but… he was quick to tantrums… maybe she should wait this out and let him get bored of trying to be a doctor.

Maybe encourage Dante onto ‘fixing’ Pariah when she next came to baby sit him given she had gifted that to him.

“Time to test your leg-ping.” He picked up a small hammer what had softer plastic at the end

“You mean my reflexes?”

“Yes, yes.” He nodded brightly and began to hit her knee in various places. She jolted her leg purposely and the tot began to giggle.

“Oh no, my knee!” Decay feigned a gasp “What ever will I do?”

“Yay! It worked!” He dropped the hammer onto the floor and went for the bandages. Those where real, more or less but had Velcro to make it easier on small hands. Dante happily began to wrap her legs together until it ran out.

“Am I fixed, Mijo?” Decay’s voice was a little dry though he picked up the last tool. “Ah, my mistake. What is that?”

“Imma see bloods speeds.” He clipped on the crude, plastic pressure cuff around the lump of her ankle, given her absence of both limbs in his fun.

Decay just smiled at his antics as he began to squeeze the little plastic balloon and rested back… getting her legs free was probably going to take a while without her arms…unless she could convince him to get her arms which… wasn’t an all bad idea; he was learning the basics of those requests and he was smart.

He may be two, nearly three but he knew her disabilities meant she had to have extra help and he seemed to want to help…just as much as he needed hers. It made her smile as he had tried to cut her food up for her, not because of her disabilities but because he thought that was what everyone else did for each other because she always prepped his food given he was so little…and she didn’t trust any toddlers around a sharp implements.

“Oh no, Mama dead!” Decay jumped as Dante threw the corner of her blanket over her face.

“Dante!”

“You’re not alive, Mama. Susshh!” though she felt the weight of his body as he dove onto her belly to keep her down though he giggled loudly. Decay groaned.. but she had to hope Distort or Pariah would come down soon…

 Hopefully.

lol i was in such a mood for posting a new little peice of drabble than posting more chapters for LTRL AU stuff...lilke i miss the decay stuff but i can’t pile too much on my plate so i’ll wait until the fics in a good place or done before i start adding more and alternating the story to fit the decay timeline to her origin :) 

i hope you enjoyed little dante :)

[niemernuet]

Maybe (fingers crossed) my fic for the osws fandom challenge was the plug that clogged the pore (my writer's block), and now my muse can flow freely again. Though there is a lot waiting next week, so maybe not...anyway, I managed to finish another small oneshot from the World Championships in Courchevel-Méribel (and only two months too late...)

Crêpe

rating: T pairing: Justin Murisier/Mauro Caviezel, Marco Odermatt/Gino Caviezel characters: Justin Murisier, Gino Caviezel, Mauro Caviezel, Marco Odermatt, Loïc Meillard length: 1'200 words summary: Tensions rise in the team when Justin loses out to Gino for the starting place in the Super-G of the World Championships. Mauro helps to mend the rift between them

inspiration: that picture after the race where Loïc, Gino and Marco show off their crêpes:

The soft hum of the treadmill lay like a cover over the room, only interrupted by the dull, monotonous sound of sneakers slapping down on the moving belt. Justin pointedly stared outside through the high window, down into the sunny, snow-covered valley, and ignored Gino who walked past the other exercising machines with a look as if the hotel’s gym smelled like manure and not like stale sweat and disinfectant. He stopped a safe distance away from Justin, and took a few deep breaths, his lips firmly pressed together.

“We’re having a crêpe in the restaurant next door,” he eventually began. “Want to come too?”

Justin did not give any sign that he had heard Gino, and kept ignoring him. His face was red, and the grinding jaw and balled fists showed it was not just from the exercise.

Gino waited a few heartbeats before he abruptly turned away, and hurried back towards the exit. “I tried. He doesn’t want to.”

“Nu-uh, not good enough! Turn around!”

Gino groaned, and raised the phone in his hand until it was level with his murderous scowl. In his back, the slapping noise immediately stopped, and only the hum of the treadmill’s gear remained.

“Mauro?” Justin panted.

With an exasperated sigh, Gino whirled around, and held his phone as far away as possible from his body towards Justin.

Mauro smiled out of the small gadget. “Hey, Babe. You’re not picking up your phone.”

“I know, I was…” Justin heaved, and hunched over until he stood with his hands propped up on his thighs. “Sorry. I was busy.”

Mauro chuckled. “Busy, huh?”

A sour expression washed over Justin’s face, and with an impatient flick he stopped the treadmill. “I wanted to be by myself,” he said with a clipped tone.

“I know. I understand. But I think you should go have a crêpe now.”

Justin chuckled joylessly, and picked the towel from the handrail to wipe the sweat off his face. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Please. Do it for me!”

“Why?”

“Because it means I won’t have to come all the way from Switzerland to bash your head against Gino’s until you two get along again.”

Justin’s eyes wandered beyond the phone, as if he had forgotten that Gino still stood there, and a new wave of repulsion seemed to grip him.

“I’m sorry,” Justin said, and looked at the screen with Mauro again. “It’s still too early to forgive him. Can I call you back on…”

“Forgive me?” Gino shrieked, and lowered the arm with his phone. “Forgive ME? You think you have to forgive me?”

Justin scoffed. “Well, you’re the one…”

“I didn’t make the decision, the coaches did!” Gino yelled at him, and his face turned almost as red as Justin’s. “Also, you have some nerves to play the victim after you’ve done everything to ruin this for me.”

“What the fuck did I ruin?” Justin yelled back. “Of course I know it was the coaches! I did everything that was asked of me! I got better and better in every race but it is never enough for them. They still let you go even though they knew how good I had become.”

“Because my results were still better over the whole season! And just because you can’t accept that does not give you the right to yell at every passing journalist how much I suck!”

“I never said you suck! All I said was that…”

“Hey!” The first shout of Mauro did not reach them, and he had to try again. “Hey! Raise your damn phone!”

Gino groaned, and glared at his brother. “What?” he barked.

“Put me somewhere where I can look at both of you!” Mauro ordered, and waited until the phone was leaning against the window.

“Closer!”

Reluctantly, Gino and Justin took one step towards each other, and looked at the small screen.

“You can’t do this, guys!” Mauro began. “Things will go bad so fast if you start petty shit like this. Babe, I know it sucks that you get the short end of the stick so often but you can’t let it make you bitter towards others. We’re all just fighting for our chance. And you, idiot…” Here he turned his head, and looked at Gino, “stop taking everything so personal, we’re all just fighting for our fucking chances. Do you understand me?”

For a while, nobody on the French side of the call said anything.

“Why is he Babe, and I’m idiot?” Gino asked eventually, though he looked noticeably sheepish. Mauro snorted, though he also kept staring at them sternly.

Justin was first to break the dam. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, and turned his head though he could not quite look at Gino. “I was just so angry, and all these questions…I didn’t want to ruin the race for you.”

Gino shook his head. “You don’t have to be. I ruined the race all by myself…sorry I wasted your chance.” He groaned softly when Justin threw his arms around him, and pulled him into a hug.

“It wasn’t mine, and you didn’t waste it. It was just bad luck.”

Gino smiled, and squeezed Justin in return.

“See? Was that so hard? Now I don’t have to come to you.”

“Wait, you’re right!” Justin exclaimed, and shoved Gino away. “Fuck! I did not think this through. Would you come if I punched Gino right now?”

“Hey!” Gino said.

Mauro laughed, and a fond expression washed over his face. “No, I wouldn’t. Punch away.”

Gino let out a wordless cry of outrage but Justin and Mauro only had eyes for each other anymore.

“It won’t be long now,” Mauro said.

Justin sighed. “I know, I know…still too long. I miss you.”

“And I miss you,” Mauro smiled. For a moment they looked at each other. “Maybe you could call me tonight after dinner? I don’t have any plans, so…”

Justin understood, and he bit down on his lip. “Will you wear your new shorts?”

“Okay, my crêpe is getting cold,” Gino interrupted, and yanked the phone out of Justin’s hand. “Thanks for calling.”

-----

The shadows of the mountains looming above the restaurant were getting longer, and a sizeable part of the terrace was already in cold shadow. Loïc and Marco however had defended their chairs in the sun, and squinted in astonishment when Gino and Justin joined them.

“I don’t see any blood,” Loïc said. “That’s a good sign.”

“I did not give Mauro enough credit,” Marco confessed.

Gino snorted, and plopped down in the free chair next to Marco. “What?” he asked, “Did you think we’d kill each other?”

Marco quickly leant over and kissed him to hide the sheepish look on his face.

“So you sent Gino to an expected death without helping him?” Justin asked, and took the last chair.

Gino looked at Marco with raised eyebrows.

“I mean…” Marco began but all of a sudden, Gino’s smile fell. He turned his head, and scanned the area around their chairs before looking back to Marco.

“Love, where is my crêpe?”

Marco’s smile was all innocence, his head cocked just at he right angle to really bring out his big eyes. “In my defence, Loïc also helped.”

“You are such a disgusting traitor!” Loïc exclaimed.

[elromoro]

Streamer AU!

Featuring: Childe and Itto

Description: a collection of moments with you and your closest gaming companion. Some of them detailing hidden feelings.

Warnings: a whole bunch of fluff.

Author note: my ask box is open!

Childe:

Tartaglia has a variety of games that he usually plays on stream, although most of them are first person shooters, he still plays the classics like Minecraft and super smash bro’s and many more.

One thing that everyone knows, is that Childe usually plays alongside his closest “comrade”, (at least that’s what he calls you on stream) most if not all the time. There are only a handful of streams where Childe hasn’t played with you, every time that happens, he never fails to mention you at least once every 10 minutes. This spiked a meme challenge of “taking a shot every time Childe talks about (username)”. Which no one should partake in if they want to keep their brain functioning correctly.

His fans love to bash him in chat when he gets flustered by you. There is one clip in specific that gets passed around a lot, one where Tuecer had accidentally crashed his stream. He’d opened the door to Childes room, and in his innocence asked “are you still playing with your girlfriend?” Childe suddenly regretted turning on his face cam that stream. He had turned beat red, as he stammered out a nervous and flustered “shes- shes not my girlfriend Tuecer”. Your devilish cackling in the background only made him more embarrassed. The disappointed “oh.” That Tuecer let out, either from the fact that he wasn’t done streaming, or that you were in fact not his girlfriend, he didn’t know. His chat was going absolutely feral over the new Childe x (username) content.

One thing that Childe loves to do, is watch your solo streams. He often gets caught by his fans whenever he pops in briefly, either to make a donation, or to simply watch you. There’s video compilations of Childe getting caught watching your streams while he himself is streaming, or simply because he has free time. His fans can usually tell when he’s checking into your streams because he lets out the most whipped sigh to ever exist. There are a few clips of him with his face cam on when he checks in to one of your streams, people have made the screenshots that they took a meme along the lines of “get you a man that looks at you the way Childe looks at (Username).” It’s a shot of Childe with the softest look on his face, one that’s obviously filled with admiration and love. A shot that gets completely bashed by his fans when they donate to him. Whenever they use the picture, the always say something like; “simp level 10000”, Childe always says a monotone “thank you for the dono (random_username)”.

Although it seems that watching each other’s streams is something you both enjoy, as you have been known to also pop into his streams as well. Except, your much more public about it. Childe had been streaming for About an hour, when a donation popped up on his screen. It read, “how are you doing today pretty boy?” And right underneath it was your username. The shy love sick smile that stretched its way across his face was adorable, but nothing is sacred to his chat, as that quickly became another imagine that was memed.

Something that you can always use to melt Childe when you stream with him, is to use his irl name. There are a multitude of times that you used this to your advantage to get materials from him. Trust me, one simple “Ajax please-“ and he’s putty in your hands. There are some clips that float around of him completely losing it when you use his name. His reaction is either muting himself and abusing his table, or covering his face with one of his hands. Or both. There’s an actual hashtag that’s just #stopChildesdeskabuse.

Childe often try’s his best to flirt with you in small ways, either by putting his Minecraft bed next to yours or straight up using a cheesy pick up line. Childe is definitely the kind of guy to use the “are you from Tennessee? Cause your the only ten I see” line. His fans often make fun of him for his lousy flirting skills. They have nicknamed him “the king of cheese” and “cheese head”.

All in all, Ajax is completely whipped for you. Please just give him a chance before his chat starts writing more fanfics.

Itto:

Itto definitely plays Minecraft, genshin impact and first person shooters. He says that he’s “the best around” when it comes to games like these, but you end up carrying him to the point that it’s laughable.

Itto has a larger group of friends, although it’s very noticeable that his favorite “streaming buddy” as he calls it, is you. You never fail to be in almost every single stream or video that he’s made. His fans have done massive amounts of digging into his channel and have only found 5 videos that you weren’t in. five only. Whenever his fans watch these videos, they can’t help but feel bad for the Oni, as itto is clearly bummed that you weren’t playing alongside him. it was odd to see the usually boisterous Arataki Itto reduced to such a lonely state. You know how Childe mentions you a lot? Itto is 100000x worse than him. His fans find it so sad whenever your not on stream with him.

At some point in one of Itto’s streams, a person had donated asking, “Are you and (Username) dating?” Itto completely froze up, his eyebrows knitting together lightly. His fans had never seen him so reluctant to answer a donation before. “No. We aren’t.” The way he said it sounded almost as if he was mad that he had to admit the fact that you weren’t dating. The rest of the stream he was noticeably off. The scene was later clipped and added to the “Arataki_ittoTheGreat x (Username)” pile. The amount of edits there are to that clip are insane.

Itto is often bashed by his chat for the amount of “platonic” pet names he calls you. This includes “babe, baby, honey, (shortened version of your name) and pretty thing.” It’s gotten to the point that his fans rarely hear your actual name or username. Sooo many clips of Itto calling you pet names.

He cannot take it if you call him one back though. There are several clips where you say “okay baby” or “okay love” while Itto is talking to you, and he just...stops. Like his brain just short circuited. He is very clearly flustered as his mouth opens and closes multiple times to try and continue what he was saying, but fails. Soon he just stops, with a very defeated and flustered “give me a minute please” as he covers his face with his hand. People find it hilarious that your able to silence Itto, someone who talks almost constantly with a simple “okay love”. Over time people started making compilations of Itto losing it when you call him pet names. 

Itto can ramble on and on about you for hours and hours. There’s so many video compilations of him talking about you while you two weren’t streaming together. One of them goes on for almost thirty minutes. It’s surprising how much he talked about you in the 5 videos that he has where he isn’t streaming with you. The only reason that he didn’t continue his tangent was because his take out arrived. The way that he looked while he talked about you was so obviously love sick that his chat could’ve gotten cavity’s. The small curve of his lips and the way that he let out a breathy laugh when he recalled something that you and him did together? Half his chat was fawning over him so hard and the other half was spamming simp.

Something that is also very common with Itto is jealousy. Once while you both where streaming valorant, you had decided to do a stack. After saying a simple “hello” someone on your team began immediately thirsting after you, hardcore flirting. Itto was visibly upset whenever the team member opened their mouth. After it going on for several minutes, Itto said “hey come here BABE” making sure to enunciate the babe part. You didn’t think much of it as you raced over to his character. That sure shut up your teammate for the rest of the match. Even though you might not have caught it, his chat definitely knew that he was jealous, dating or not.

Itto is very obvious when he watches your streams while he’s streaming or when he watches while he has free time. In his streams, he usually wears glasses that are advertised to protect his eyes from the light of his screen. Due to this, he’s often caught by his fans whenever he pops in to watch you while on stream. Most of the time he has a separate monitor to watch your stream while you to play together. This often results in Itto getting distracted, usually costing you two the game. He makes up some half assed excuse, completely forgetting that his fans can see the reflection of your face in his glasses. Whenever he watches your streams when he isn’t streaming himself, he usually donates to announce his presence. “Hi babe, how you doin?” Pops up on your screen frequently. You always respond excitedly, with something along the lines of “hi itto! I’m doin good, how bout you handsome?” boy is he glad that you can’t see him right now, cause he’s beat red. So you think he’s handsome?

Itto accidentally flirts with you most of the time. While playing Minecraft with him, he seemed very distracted, looking to the side to see you streaming on his other monitor. He was so distracted in fact that he didn’t notice that he was being malled by several zombies. To engrossed by your face, he ended up dying. His chat was spamming him to fight back, but he didn’t pay any attention. “Uh Itto, you died?” You asked with a small chuckle. Itto suddenly snapped his head back to his screen, being met with the option to quit or respon. “What the?! I had full diamond armorrrr” he whined. You laughed at him “what was distracting you?” You asked quirking a brow as you continued to build your shared house. Itto didn’t think his answer through before he replied “your so pretty.” He answered. His eyes quickly widen as he realized what he had said. “Well uh- I don’t think- well it’s not that you aren’t- but I don’t- you are pretty but- I’m- uh- well-“ he spiraled into an endless cycle, trying his hardest to come up with something that could get him out of the predicament he’d put himself in. “Thanks love” you said with a sweet smile. The mumbling came to a deafening stop as his face burned a bright red. He curses the day he decided to turn on his face cam that day. He couldn’t talk for good while after that. Definitely was bashed by his chat after that one.

Has definitely been called out for fallowing several (username) fan accounts. It ranges from editors to funny clips of your streams. Gets flustered and makes up a stupid excuse for it. His chat absolutely drags him for it.

His fans are begging you give him a chance. Sure he burnt water once while on stream, but he’s a good guy, they promise. Just, please.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Happy Camp - Finger Poke

I just re-watched this episode of Happy Camp in order to take screen shots for this post, and I have to say this singing and dancing segment was every bit as fantastic as I remember it being!

These figs were inspired by the game where the contestants had to watch a couple perform a dance to a song, and then had to correctly recreate the dance steps together (while singing the song!) in front of a judge in order to advance.

I cut a clip from the video so you can refresh your memory on this too! I have zero video editing skills so my apologies for the hack job.

The entire segment is hilariously wonderful - the number of times these two had to do this song and dance is so funny. No wonder this song was burned into Junjun's brain so much that he instantly recognized it when they played the clip of it at the concert!

So to recreate the cheek poking moment, we have these two figs:

These figs have a hard time standing on their own unless they are interlocked (more on that in a second!). I put a fig sticker on each of their feet to keep them upright for this pics, but I'll be more permanently fixing both of them to a base. Speaking of which, my delightful figthusiast friends, the bases JUST arrived, I'm so excited! I've been waiting for them for months. I'll be testing them out and you'll be seeing them shortly!

From this side view you can see the difference in the heights and the figures, with the fig maker translating Junjun's lankiness and Zhehan's curves into fig form.

Instead of the normal back to back view, I'm just reversing them here so you can see them facing each other. For some reason Junjun looks even taller to me from this side!

Instead of looking at my poor fig sticker job (sorry Junjun for making you list over to the side, but at least you're tilting towards Zhehan!), take a look instead at Junjun's hand, how it's cupped in a way that looks like there's a divot for, say, another fig's hand.

Yes, these figs hold hands! And you can see now how Junjun is standing evenly, because with them supporting each other (awwww!) I can take the fig sticker off.

You can also really see the different in the fig body shapes from this angle!

Cute! Cute cute cute. The blushing on the cheeks! I do like when fig makers put rosiness in their cheeks. You can see how the hands interlock here. Also, this is a nice angle of their tennis shoes and the detail on the striping. This is such a well done set.

Alright, I'm going back to watching the Happy Camp episode! This post took way longer than normal for me to write, because I kept getting distracted watching the video. No one could blame me!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 134

Diorama Count: 7

Snowglobe Count: 1

Rating: Say goodbye to all your troubles, say hi to happiness!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[rainbowhao]

fantasy or reality ♡ haechan

genre: suggestive ⭒ word count: 1.2k

haechan knows more than you think. in the last minute he’s passed you by twice, tiptoeing behind your still frame to get another peak at your phone. images of him flash on the screen, fingers adorned in rings or holding his phone in one of the many mirror selfies he’s uploaded. he can’t help but smirk at the thought of his new roommate secretly having a thing for his hands.

this wasn’t the first time he’d caught you watching fan edits. your brother was busy making dinner and the other’s in their respective rooms by the time haechan had arrived home that night. it’s when he’s slipping off his shoes that he notices you sitting in the living room. his lips widen into a mischievous smile as he silently creeps forward—he’d never pass up the opportunity to scare you. he raises his arms, hands ready to latch onto your shoulders as he comes behind the couch, but what he sees next has him immediately pausing.

it’s one of his past concerts, haechan can easily guess. his hair’s pushed off his forehead and eyes lined heavy with makeup. the clip loops several times on your phone before you eventually scroll, letting out a quiet sigh as you do so.

his first instinct is to confront you. you’re friends. he’s known you for a handful of years and you’ve grown well acquainted with each other after moving in with your brother several months ago. and it was your shy reactions to his naughty behavior made him like you even more. he was addicted to the rush of adrenaline he felt every time he purposefully wound you up.

it’s not like what you’re doing is weird, anyway. he’s watched his share of renjun edits; it’s natural to be curious. but then you scroll back. as he watches you linger on the concert footage, the idea of making his presence known suddenly feels wrong. deciding to stay quiet for now, he slowly backs toward where he came in.

haechan doesn’t stop thinking about that night. so maybe he makes it a little too obvious when he shows up to drinks wearing dark makeup, or starts wearing his hair parted in the middle. there isn’t any harm in having a little fun. but it’s when he finds you watching the compilation of his hands that he throws out any previous plans of subtlety. he makes one final pass behind the couch before leaning in enough for his lips to reach your ear. the fact that you still haven’t noticed anything is entirely beyond him.

"you like my hands?" he mutters.

you jump, phone flinging to the side as you turn to look at him. “what are you doing?” you fume, cheeks heating under the suspicion you’d been caught.

"just watching you," he says sweetly. "why are you so tense?" he comes in front of you. 

"you just scared me." you avoid his piercing gaze.

"didn't know I was still up, huh?" he chuckles. "your brother around?" his arms have folded across his chest, body relaxed in a casual stance.

"left for a schedule a while ago." you play with the string of your pants, shifting around nervously. had he seen what you were doing?

"yeah?" haechan raises an eyebrow. "but you're still awake…were you waiting for me?" he knows what he's saying is nonsense; he can't help himself. it’s far too easy making you flustered.

"what? no!" you suddenly stand. your calves press against the cushions, body nearly wobbling back. you’d misjudged the distance between you and him, haechan far closer than expected.

"did you miss me that much? is that why you're watching my videos?" his head tilts in amusement as he pesters you with further questions "i didn't know you were secretly a fan."

your mouth drops open. "it just came up. i can't control what's on the internet." 

"but this isn't the first time, is it angel?" he gently taps your forehead with his index finger. "think i don't know what you've been up to when you're alone?"

fuck. how much had he seen, you think. surely he couldn’t have heard you all those times in your room…you’d be done for if he had. you close your eyes and inhale deeply in an attempt to collect yourself. his bluntness was only making you more anxious. couldn’t he just approach the topic like a normal person instead of making it his mission to embarrass you?

“are you mad?” you know there’s no point in denying anything.

“course not. it’s cute.” the lamp in the corner of the room illuminates his features. “you like the makeup? i’ve been wearing it a lot lately.” 

you hesitantly nod.

"mmm. what about my hands? are they pretty?" he wiggles his slender fingers. the bracelet he wears slides down his forearm. "you seemed to watch that video for a while."

"sorry." it’s all you can think to say. you’re sure haechan’s just reveling in your humiliation. he looks like he’s just won the lottery, eyes glimmering and smiling in amusement.

"nothing wrong with admiring. no need to be sorry. unless, of course, there's something else you're apologizing for."

you’re silent for several long moments. “are you going to tell everyone?” you eventually ask.

"i'd rather keep you all to myself."

you huff. "why? so you can just hold it over me? use me getting off to you as blackmail?” the revelation of your secret has your cheeks on fire. there’s no way you can face him after this. maybe you should move out before anyone else finds out what you’ve done. 

haechan’s composure begins to slip as he listens to you speak. getting off? his stomach flutters as images of you fill his mind. was there more to this than he first believed? this isn’t how he expected your conversation to go. he swallows hard before awkwardly shifting his stance. you’ve caught him by surprise—he’ll admit it—but that doesn’t mean he’ll back down. if anything, the newfound information only excites him further. how far can he push you before you finally push back?

“how many times?” 

“only once.” you’re suspiciously quick to answer.

he chuckles coldly. “you don’t need to lie to me, angel. i think we’re past modesty.”

“don’t make me say it,” you say quietly, “please.”

he tilts his head with a sharp breath. “didn’t you want me to find out? you could have just stayed in your room, but you chose to do it in plain sight. what did you expect to happen?”

“i wasn’t doing...that...not out in the open!” you stammer, eyes widening at his implications. “and it’s your fault for looking at my phone. don’t you know how to mind your own business?”

“not really my thing.” he steps forward, causing you to fall back onto the cushions in panic. he leans over, hand coming to grip the top of the couch. as he looks down at you, you fix your attention on the smudged shadow around his eyes. “what if i said i think about you too?”

you blink. “what do you mean?”

“means you’re not the only one with a secret around here. i’m just better at hiding it.” he taunts. “but now i’m not so sure i want to keep it to myself anymore.” he brushes the side of your face. “why don’t you show me what you’ve been watching? maybe i can make your fantasies reality.”

[shipjeff3]

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[princehrry-writings]

Who's Chris Evans?

hey guys!! i've had this in my drafts for ages and i just finished it so here you go!!!!!

warnings: maybe a swear? revealing a relationship... idk. it's just fluffy

wordcount: 1284

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you're on the late late show and you're also married to chris.

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“When did you and Chris first meet?”

James Corden leaned in a little as you thought back to the first time you ever met the man in question.

“Y/n, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan are here to see the show tonight. Do you want me to bring them backstage?” Your tour manager asked, walking with you as you went to take your mark.

“Sebastian Stan is here?” You stopped walking, eyes blown wide. Sebastian Stan as in… you’re favorite character from Gossip Girl… was here? At your show?

“And Chris Evans, yes.” He said.

“Who’s Chris Evans?” You asked, continuing on your way backstage so you could walk up the stairs onto the stage.

“You know that new comic book movie, Captain America? He’s playing Captain America.” He explained and it clicked. You had seen the advertisements about the new movie and the preview clip at the end of the Iron Man movie.

Wow, they were here? That’s crazy.

“Yeah, bring them back!” You said right as you were running out onto the stage, your first song beginning.

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Once the show was over, you came backstage, prepared to sit down and chill out. Walking into your dressing room where your mom, manager, and a few crew members where, you flopped on the couch, completely exhausted.

The door opening didn’t catch your attention. Your tour manager walking in didn’t catch your attention. But hearing him clear his throat and introduce the two people he brought with him certainly did.

“Y/n, this is Chris and Sebastian!” He said and you shot up out of your seat, extending your hand to shake. A smile graced your face as you looked at the two very attractive men standing before you.

“Hi! I’m Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you guys!” You said, feeling your heart skip a couple beats.

Introductions were made and you all sat down, having a conversation, laughing at jokes and becoming closer than you thought possible for one night.

“Oh, I should take this…” Sebastian trailed off. Before he left, you caught sight of the name on his screen and saw it was Leighton Meester. You tried not to freak out because she is your absolute favorite character on Gossip Girl.

It was just you and Chris left. He moved a little closer to you but you didn’t think anything of it. All night, you had felt a spark between the two of you but you didn’t think he would feel the same way so you kind of just brushed it off. That is until he speaks up after a moment of silence.

“You know, Y/n… I’m gonna kick myself if I don’t do this. I think you’re really cool and I was wondering if maybe you’d want to grab dinner sometime or something?”

“Yeah, he asked me out and honestly the rest is history. We’ve been together ever since!” You finished your story, hearing the crowd begin to cheer.

“That was how long ago now?” He followed up.

“That was uh… that was 11 years ago. Damn.”

“So, you’ve been tied down for 11 years now and nobody’s known?” You giggle as the crowd gasps and laughs, nodding your head. You look over to the wings of the set and see Chris with a beaming smile on his face, waiting for his cue to come out.

“Yeah! It hasn’t been easy but it’s been nice to have a place I could escape to. I’ve seen so many great things be torn apart by the media and I didn’t want my relationship to be added to that list, so we just chose not to make it public knowledge.”

“How did you manage that?”

“There was a lot of going in through back doors and leaving the house in different cars just to go to the same place. A lot of “no pictures please” and “don’t post any of this.” Like I said, it hasn’t been easy.” You sighed, spinning the ring on your finger as a comfort tactic.

“We actually have Chris here, if he would like to come on out and join Y/n on the couch!” The man announced, crowd erupting into loud cheers and screams. He comes out from behind the curtain with that same smile on his face, waving to the crowd and the cameras.

You stood up to greet him with a smile and a kiss.

“Hi baby,” He smiled at you, pulling you into him tightly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before releasing you to sit back down. He shakes James' hand before sitting as close to you as he can and resting his hand on your thigh, resting your hand over his. His other arm curls around the back of the couch over your shoulder. You hear a collective awe from the crowd and smile, looking over at him and catching his gaze.

He sends a wink your way, loving the way your face heats up even after all this time.

“You two are just the cutest!” James cries, pulling you out of your daze and you look back over to him, seeing a gleaming grin on his face. He was very happy the two of you had finally decided to come out with your relationship. He'd been a friend of yours for a few years and was excited you chose his show to be the platform you broadcasted the news on.

Chris giggled and leaned over to peck your cheek a few times, causing your face to burn even more than it already was.

“So, Y/n is it true that Chris is actually a co-writer on your latest album? Under a pseudonym?” James asks, moving on from fawning over the two of you.

“Yeah, actually! Uh, with the lockdown, I didn’t want to go into it saying “Alright, it’s time to make the next album.” I kind of just sat back and said whatever happens will happen and one day I walked into the music room we have in our house and Chris was playing the guitar and humming this tune and I immediately heard what would end up being the finished version of Slow Burn.” I explained, looking over to see if Chris wanted to add anything.

“I had never done anything in the songwriting realm before that. I had always wanted to leave that to her and let it be her thing, so when she asked me to write the song with her it was kind of nerve wracking. Cause there I was, writing a song with a Grammy Award winning songwriter. It was very intimidating!” He said, bragging about your accomplishments like he always did. He’s a very proud husband.

“Well now, Chris, you are also a Grammy Award winning songwriter! Golden Hour won Album Of The Year, didn’t it?” James looks between the two of you with a small smile.

“It did, yeah!” He smiled, looking over at you.

“How many is that for you now Y/n?”

“Uh… that’s a good question.” The crowd laughed, causing a giggle to erupt from you. “11 I think… Yeah, 11.”

“11 Grammy Awards?!” James’ eyes bugged out. You nodded, a blush blooming on your skin. Chris giggled as you hid your face in his neck and the audience followed suit, giggling at how adorable the two of you were.

“Chris, you've got yourself a very talented lady here!” Chris looked over at you with a look you saw often in his eyes. You saw it every day actually, he was telling you he loved you without really having to say it because after all this time the two of you just knew.

“I do, I really do!”