#everyday i find new photos that make me insane

[kaiscumsock]

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[yesmansyesman]

Fanfiction added (Yes Man x Reader)

SURPRISE DELIVERY

[ Includes ]

Sending nudes (Bet you can guess to who)

Mentions of nudity

Yes Man practically going insane (In a good way)

[ Read at your own discretion! ]

“Wait, you’re telling me my Pip-Boy…broke?”

“Apparently, or at least that’s what my terminal says, boss.”

“Huh. Guess these things weren’t as indestructible as I thought.”

“Well, Deathclaws tend to make people say that about most things.”

Raul further examined your Pip-Boy, as it laid dormant on his desk. It had been dismantled, circuits and parts littering his desk, with several wires connecting the Pip-Boy to Raul’s personal terminal. A few moments of carefully scanning the Pip-Boy, Raul finally spoke again.

“Luckily for you, the main CPU wasn’t damaged at all. I reckon all you need is a new screen and a few replacement parts. It should be an easy fix, I have plenty of Pip-Boys to spare.”

“Plenty…?”

“Vault Dwellers aren’t as hard to kill as you are, boss. If you go looking, Pip-Boys are as common as dirt around here.”

“Huh.”

“Stay here, I’ll go see what I can find.”

Raul lifted himself off his chair, scavenging through an unorganized metal crate. Digging through piles of Pip-Boys, most of which were still stained with blood. After a few moments, he retrieved a relatively clean Pip-Boy, tossing it carelessly onto his desk. 

“This should be clean. Enough.”

He delicately dismantled the Pip-Boy, removing its cover. Say what you want about RobCo, they sure knew how to pack circuits into a compact space. The Pip-Boy was practically overfilling with the amount of circuitry housed inside.

“Now, this is the Pip-Boy 3000D, which is a slightly different model than your Pip-Boy. But, it should still be compatible.”

You examined the Pip-Boy more carefully, noticing the slight differences between the two models after Raul pointed it out. After scanning and rapidly comparing the two Pip-Boys, you noticed something completely different.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, this? Just a camera.”

“Camera? They made Pip-Boys with cameras?”

“They’ve made Pip-Boys with everything. One model had a Holotape player.”

“Wow. I learn something new everyday.”

“I can install a camera in your Pip-Boy if you want, boss.”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, just help me hold it still.”

Quest completed

NEW AND IMPROVED

You’d never imagine a camera being so useful out in the Mojave, but if you had to rank your best life choices in a list, getting the upgrade would probably be first. From taking pictures of notable locations for easier navigation, or helping you find your way after getting lost, it’s a wonder why RobCo didn’t add a camera into every Pip-Boy model.

Its best use, however, was taking selfies to send to your lovable automat companion. Your Pip-Boy already had the ability to send messages to any RobCo device, so using it to send small, frequent updates was as easy as it was fun. Not to mention it certainly seemed to make Yes Man happier.

“Courier!”

Ah, speak of the devil.

“Hm? Yes, Yes Man?”

“I just came in to remind you that we’re scheduled to go scout out the Mojave in 2 minutes! And you’re still…not dressed. Which is fine, take your time!”

“Oh, crap. I completely forgot, my bad.” “No problem! Just hurry up! Please!”

You hurriedly get off your bed, rushing towards your bathroom, armour and equipment haphazardly cradled in your arms. Once inside, you rush to take off your casual loungewear, haphazardly placing your clothes, and Pip-Boy, on the vanity.

Snap!

What was that?

You scan your surroundings, searching for the source of the sound. Just then, you notice a familiar prompt appear on your  Pip-Boy; ‘New Photo Taken. View Photo?’ 

Oh. You must have accidentally hit the camera button on the vanity. You sigh, and pick up the device. You accept the prompt, expecting a blurry mess, and getting ready to delete the photo. However, what ended up appearing on your display was far clearer than you were expecting; in fact, a relatively well-shot picture showing off your nude body. Had you not known it was you, it could’ve been passed as some pre-war erotica.

Erotica, hm?

I think I know someone who might appreciate this.

Quest added

SURPRISE DELIVERY

Bing!

Bing!

Bing!

That’s odd, Yes Man thought to himself. He was receiving a sudden influx of messages from Courier. Weren’t they changing? Why would they be sending so much stuff? He sighed, temporarily disconnecting from his Securitron body to take a look. He examined the pile of notifications, opening one of them at random.

Oh.

Oh my.

Yes Man could feel his main processor stuttering slightly from the shock. All he could do was stare in awe at the picture you’d sent him; a beautifully taken view of your gorgeous, gorgeous body. He opened another in disbelief; an ass pic. Another; your thighs.

Wow.

Yes Man felt his Securitron body noticeably heat up. His antenna began to spin at alarming rates, and his claws twitched. He stared hungrily at the images, saving as many as he could.

God, you were so beautiful.

It was like Yes Man had just been stranded in the Mojave to starve, and your pictures were a gift from the heavens full of water and food. He couldn’t. Stop. Staring. His mind wandered, fantasizing about touching every inch of that stunning body. What he wanted to do, what he wished he could do. He was lucky that only his main memory bank wasn’t filtered for any inappropriate content, because all he wanted to do was memorize each pixel you’d sent him.

Quest completed

SURPRISE DELIVERY

Quest added

GAUGING THE REACTION

You walked out of your bathroom, donning your Ranger armour and of course, your Pip-Boy. You cheerfully walked down to the Lucky 38 lobby, where Yes Man was waiting. 

“Hey, Yes Man. You look a little flushed, may I ask why?”

“...”

You chuckle, that mere few moments of silence proved your little surprise had worked. As you began to innocently make your way to the front door, a metal claw grasped at your wrist, tugging it almost as if anchoring you to the Lucky 38.

“Yes Ma-”

Your eyes widened in shock as you felt Yes Man pull you in, tightly wrapping his metallic arms around you, and practically smothering your face with the glow of his display. Was..was he kissing you?

“G-gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous-”

Crap, did I break him?

Quest completed

GAUGING THE REACTION

[lostmyremembrall]

༒𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒕. 𝟑 ༒

Continuation of Oh to be in a pretty dress and have a gun

Switch! Tom Riddle x Dom! Fem! Reader Genre: Romance, smut. Summary: we just want to see Tom sex-deprived and horny af

Warning: Minors DNI. Unresolved sexual tension, Toxic relationship, objectification. Infatuation. Orgasm control. Polyamorous. Jealousy. Oral (fem receiving). Fingering. BDSM (restrained, forced to watch).

Photos aren't mine; thank you to the very talented artists.

{𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔}

Recommended music: Bubblegum Bitch slowed by Marina

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 –𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃

It was three long months before he saw you again. The longest he had gone without any release.

The first few days weeks went fairly well.

So you could imagine Tom’s irritation when he found that you have, cruelly, left bits and pieces of you in his room: the half-drunk whisky glass. The rope. The garter belt inconspicuously left underneath his pillow. Your musk.

His body was more honest than he liked to admit. Upon finding the fabric, he hardened immediately. He cursed under his breath, and left the room immediately, ordering a maid to clean and air out his room.

He’s thought of just doing it, multiple times. His everyday life managing his imbeciles was stressful enough. If seeing only hints of you were agitating enough, this new layer of added stress drove him absolutely insane. The worst part was not knowing when he would see you again.

His followers noticed the change in his mood as well. It was evident in his snappy mood, the shaking of his legs during meetings, his lingering eyes on the curves of women. He developed quite a reputation within those months as the most fickle, agitated Dark Lord that shall never be crossed.

He simply refused to admit that he had little self-restraint. Growing up in an orphanage, he was the definition of self-restraint. But sexual restraint was an all too different matter. It was always handed to him on a silver platter; with a meaningful look, some whispered words, women came running over to him. But once taken away from him, it left a devastating hole in his life.

It has been weeks of biting lips. Slapping his own thighs for any distracting sensation. Breathing deeply to fight back for control.

It was pure agony.

He was so, so, fucking horny.

So when Tom smelled your musk in the crowd of the masquerade ball, you bet his mind went all blank except for the idea of seeing you.

He whipped around. But you had already disappeared into the crowd.

“I–,” he stammered. He was just getting to the most important point of asking for support after painting a bright picture of the future. But he seemed to have completely lost his senses. “Excuse me,” was all he could say as he left, leaving Abraxas confused and apologising to the Comte de Beauvau and his wife.

Tom didn’t even care. There were plenty of nobilities everywhere across the globe: just self-aggrandising pricks with fancy titles. He drifted away from the crowd and into one of the more desolate corridors of the Beauvau castle. He guessed that if you were going to approach him, it wasn’t going to be in front of others.

His breathing shallowed, he waited patiently. He simply couldn’t wait to see you.

So when he smelled a hint of chloroform on the handkerchief pressed to his nose, you can bet he smiled blissfully and inhaled a lungful of air.

*

He was awakened rather unpleasantly. With a punch to his jaw.

Tom chuckled. It’s been a long time since he’s received a punch. But that didn’t even bother him. The idea of your fist was enough to make him grin like a madman. Tom tasted the bitter taste of his blood in his mouth and spat out to the side, careful not to dirty your dress.

He was sitting on a chair, in some empty room, tied to a chair. He was thankful he was sitting this time, as nausea and dizziness from chloroform were settling in. The burning heat in his nose and the back of his throat was unpleasant enough to almost bring a sting of tears to his eyes. 

So you can guess the shock on his face when he looked up to find not you, but a pair of men towering in front of him. A look of confusion crossed his face.

One man was a silver blond-haired man, with a serious look, judging his worth. His calculating eyes flickered between his eyes, trying to read him. Tom subconsciously raised his occlumency shield. The brunet was a bit taller, a large scar evident on his right hand. His knuckle was bruised. His devilish, wild eyes roamed over Tom. Tom took him to be the violent-tempered one that just punched him.

They were both handsome, Tom decided; their expensive tailored suits helped. But not as much as himself. The clothes didn’t compliment Tom Riddle; no, he complimented them. 

“Who are you two?” The confusion on Tom’s face transfigured into alarm when they remained completely silent. The two seemed to be cherishing Tom’s bewilderment. The knowing look from the men did not help at all to ease his worries. 

“Where is she?” Tom’s voice was raspy; starting to assess the possibility that this was a completely unrelated event.

“Sweet of you to worry,” a cool voice echoed.

Tom heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing your voice. Tom’s eyes searched the dark room. The sound of your stilettos against the cold floor causing his pants to tighten again. He swallowed hard. His chest heaving at the idea of the long wait, the agonising three months finally coming to an end.

You stepped out of the dark. You were wearing a black dress again; the fabric sparkled with your every step. Straps from your dress adorned your beautiful neck and your shoulders, reminding him of a cage. At your neck, your family crest tied the dress together. Your eyes were framed by a black mask made of a delicate arabesque pattern.

Tom clenched his fists and released them. Wishing to get himself out of this damn rope, but knowing full well its consequences.

“He would have come running like a pup if you called,” the blond’s cool voice responded disinterestedly, still eyeing Tom, his voice deeper than what his lean appearance gave way. “He took a lungful of chloroform.”

Tom snarled at the man. Being compared to a dog made his blood boil. Enough to make him forget about you or what he was there for.

“Really?” your voice responded, amused. Tom’s head snapped to yours. Your expression was completely unreadable as she took slow steps toward you.

“You missed me that much?” you circled around his chair like a shark.

His glare followed you. “Cut me loose,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Go ahead,” You said nonchalantly. Tom’s eyes followed you as you stopped in front of him. “I’m sure you can manage.”

Tom stayed silent, mulling his options over. He knew perfectly well what disentangling the rope signified. 

It did not help when you placed your arms around the back of his neck. Tom sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, forcing himself to restrain the shiver that ran down his spine. It has been so agonisingly long since you last touched him. But it did not stop there. Never taking your eyes off of him, you slowly lowered yourself until you were sitting on his lap. The heat from your core emanated to his thigh. “Although,” you leaned in closer and gently moved a strand of hair out of his face.

You smiled as Tom looked up to you, infatuated. “I think we all know you actually like being tied up.” If chloroform had made him dizzy, he was definitely awake now.

Tom did not move. He couldn’t. Not after this. Afraid that staring at you will blind him. But afraid that taking his eyes off you will lead to something worse. Did she know the effect she had on him? Tom wondered, conscientious of the heat in his crotch. It was then when your lips curled into that smile of a merciful goddess. Yes, Tom concluded. She definitely knew.

You gently wiped the trail of blood from the corner of his lips, “Have you been a good boy?” you whispered. Tom's eyes involuntarily fluttered shut at your saccharine words.

Your sweet smile was enough to make him forget where he was, who he was, what he was there for. What the question even was.

Suddenly, your hand grasped his chin, squeezing his cheeks together. Tom winced in pain, knowing that your fingers would leave a print on his reddened cheek where he was punched. Still, he did not move away.

Merciful as she may be, his goddess was an austere one.

A snicker brought him out of your spell. His eyes left yours to find the auburn-haired man, still standing where you left him, stifling laughter.

Tom felt his cheeks redden, and thank god at least one of them was bruised enough to make his blush inconspicuous. He forced his face out of your grip, allowing him to whisper into your ear out of the man’s earshot, “You’re lucky I’m a gentleman who knows better than to hit a woman.” He said through gritted teeth in a voice enough to make the tallest of men cry and flee.

But of course, knowing him for years, you have grown immune to his threats. Your eyes flickered in between his, trying to read the depths of his eyes. “Alright,” you finally said, which caused a victorious smile to spread on his lips. “Eridanus,” you called to the man, your eyes refusing to leave his.

The silver blond moved swiftly without a word. With one last look, you stood up. Tom chose to ignore the yearning the absence of your heat left behind. Gracefully, you sat on the chair prepared by Eridanus, he assumed. Eridanus sat on the floor by your skirt.

“Have at it, Atticus,” you said coolly.

Atticus drew out his crooked wand from inside his blazer, and pointed square at Tom’s head. The goddess had forsaken him. From the look on his face, he seemed really happy to see Tom go.

Tom shifted in his chair, the scraping chair echoed. “Hang on,” his voice was strained. This was not part of the deal. Tom bit his tongue at the hint of panic that involuntarily laced his words.

Now fully awake from the delirium named after you.  God. How long has it been since he was this afraid?

Your expression was now blank. “What?”

“Stop this nonsense,” Tom spluttered, his eyes flickering between you and the wand pointed in between his eyes.

“What happened to I want to be murdered by you?” exhaustion lacing your words.

No, It was boredom. You were actually bored at the prospect of watching him die.

He pursed his lips, restraining himself from slandering your name. “I said you. Not your servant scums.”

“Atticus could end it for you in one swift motion, or you'll take it as long as I’d like. Choice is yours,” The empty eyes, the likes of which he’s never seen on you in Hogwarts, pierced through him, deadpan. 

“But know this, Tom Riddle. I will end you.”

He shuddered at the dread pooling in his stomach. He’s seen rage, madness, blindness in the eyes of those determined to kill him. But there was nothing far scarier than seeing apathy in your eyes as you just sentenced him to death.

Did his death not warrant even a bit of excitement?

Your meaningful look reached Eridanus, who immediately shot up to his knees. He scraped his knees in his expensive fabric against the floor to sit in front of you. Tom’s jaw dropped when you raised your skirt and Eridanus’ head disappeared into it.

It dawned on him. You were going to make him watch. The audacity. The cruelty. That bitch.

As suspected, your eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss. So he wasn’t the only one.

“I’ll have you know,” It was Atticus who jumped in this time. Shaking in rage, paying no heed to the scandal that was occurring in the same room. “My blood is true and blue, you mudblood scum.” 

Thick-skulled yet not so thick-skinned. Tom rolled his eyes. How many of those he had come across in his life.

“Sorry, your incestuous scums,” Tom corrected himself, muttering under his breath darkly. He did not even grant a glance to Atticus. He couldn’t care less about the man’s wounded pureblood ego.

His eyes were trained on you. Your left hand was gripping onto the armchair, knuckles going white. Your right was interlaced in Eridanus’ silver hair, gripping his hair as his lips made love to your cunt. Eridanus’ strong hand gripped your thigh, keeping them open as he buried himself deeper and deeper into you.

There was something shocking beyond the obvious vulgar display of power. It was a realisation, that you truly weren’t his anymore. Tom had no idea what took him this many years to fully accept that. But there was something distressing about watching his possession defiled like that. Tom stared at where his head used to be just a few years ago. 

Perhaps, you were never truly his.

“All you have to do is ask, Tom,” you breathed out, your eyes still shut tight. “For once in your life, be honest with me.”

He snapped. “I am not going to beg you,” his boiling rage echoing in the empty room.

He wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t ready to be honest with himself.

Atticus and Eridanus were, perhaps rightfully, enraged at Tom’s outburst at their master. Atticus’ eyes drifted to yours, just begging to slit his throat. Eridanus had actually stopped working on your cunt. His tongue retreated and he shifted his head for silent, reprimanding eyes to land on Tom. A string of saliva connected your exposed cunt to his parted lips.

His heart jolted upon seeing it. Fit of jealousy clouded his vision.

He could get out of this rope, he thought as you ordered Atticus to stand down and Eridanus returned to his work. It won’t take much effort for him to magically cut the rope, push Eridanus out of his way, and use your cunt right there and then in front of your manservants. To reclaim his possession.

It was his rightful reward after the painstaking three months.

 But, there was something that glued him to the chair. The new position of Eridanus allowed him a full view of now two fingers entering you. Your breath hitched as Eridanus’ lips returned to your clit.

Jesus christ. Tom’s eyes drifted away from the sight, wanting to look anywhere but that. It was like he was invisible. But his eyes kept returning to you. Tom’s eyes roamed over your body. He swallowed hard. His eyes glazed over. He could just taste your cunt.

"Fuck," Tom cursed under his breath as he noticed that familiar feeling in his pants, so desperate to be released.

He fought for control. But it was impossible. It was slipping away however hard his ego and reason tried to maintain. Your brows furrowed in concentration as your eyes bore into the eyes of Eridanus. His eyes took you in, worshipping the convulsing goddess that he was creating. Tom bit down on his lip at the erection that was becoming far too painful. Your cunt dripped shimmering juice down to the chair, down your legs, down Eridanus’ throat and shirt. His eyes closed, Eridanus tasted you blissfully as if the nectar was his sole sustenance. Saliva pooled in Tom’s mouth. Your chest heaved faster and faster. Tom’s fists clawed at the air behind his back. You moaned. Tom’s hips buckled. His cock reaching for your warmth. 

With a mind of its own, Tom’s hips started to thrust into the air, like the poor, helpless animal he was. The chair rattled. The ropes chafed against his skin. Three fucking months. He was so close. Yet so far. He hated it.

Your toes curled. Tom clenched his teeth. That was the usual sign that it was coming. The men were all losing control, watching you in your own mess, desperately grinding against Eridanus’ face for friction. The air thick with the musk of your arousal. The magic in the air rising and rising–.

“Stop.”

Perhaps he wasn’t too far from an animal after all.

A raspy voice escaped his lips, barely recognisable as his own. It was the voice of a desperate, defeated man who was willing to do anything. A man in denial surrendering through gritted teeth.

And he was willing to do anything in the world if it meant he didn’t have to see you orgasm at the hands of another man.

Eridanus paused again and turned around to face Tom, wiping away the glistening juice from his lips with his fist. Tom was too furious to smile smugly at the sight of you clearly frustrated at the end that never came. 

“I–,” he swallowed. With all the attention on him, the words came out strangled at the back of his throat.

You crossed your legs. Tom shifted in his chair, already missing the beautiful sight of your cunt.

"You can go,” you didn’t even look at them. Your eyes were trained on him as you massaged your chin in your fingers, trying to read through his sincerity. Without a word, Atticus and Eridanus left the room.

“I want you–,” his voice faltered. It was much more difficult to say to your face when you were closer. But still, you shortened the distance. With your soft fingers, you lifted up his chin, peering into his soul, urging him to continue. 

His voice diminishing with every word. His confidence wavering with every second. “I–, I need you to kill me,” he finally breathed out. A helpless look adorned his face.

“As slowly as you can,” he added in a murmur, his eyes cast downwards in shameful defeat and admittance of his bodily desire.

You hummed, satisfied with his plea. Tom let you twist his head from side to side as you observed him. “It’s a good thing you have so much life in you.” He was told that often; he wouldn't have survived the orphanage if it weren't for his body's desperation for self-preservation.

“You’ll last through several deaths.” His heart skipped a beat in trepidation, watching a smirk spread on your lips.

Wandering if he signed a contract with the devil herself.

*

A/N: Would pegging be too far? Or would you rather see Tom fucked by Eridanus and reader watching/joining? Or something else you'd like to see? Or have I already gone too far and you’d prefer a bit less intense? Lmk!

I personally don’t like the word cunt, but I feel like Tom would have no problem using derogatory terms.

I've been getting the most reaction out of smuts than any other fics. I guess we're all also horny af for Tom. Thanks for all the encouragement.

It's only going to get more intense from here on.

[quartarcade]

Crazy shit my friends have said but as inbox starters pt. 1

Part two. you are allowed to adjust these in whatever deems appropriate to your muse!

"EITHER CONTRIBUTE OR DIE."

"My brain earned a new wrinkle!"

"There's a Gravel Pit in Chernobyl?!"

"Give me my bitch back!"

"Boy, I sure hope no sexy soldiers jump me."

"I don't wanna deal with you. Skeleton Divine Death Blast."

"Why do I talk to you?"

"Divine intervention prevented me from being a fucking idiot."

"I choose to let you live."

"You make me sick to my fucking stomach."

"You need to be locked in a cage."

"Got more photos of him than an AMV."

"I don't care if I'm irradiated, it's sexy."

"You eat what?"

"What if we google sheets."

"To fuck around is human, to find out is divine."

"Nobody talk to me in a few days, this is causing a lot of processes and none of them are good."

"ATTENTION BUS RIDERS."

"This individual would be dangerous if not for their brittle bones."

"We need to duct tape [name]s mouth shut."

"All of you need to stay away from my head."

"Your vibes are a public restroom and you should apologize to god."

"The man of the hour. Who the fuck is this guy?"

"You hanging in there, bud?"

"I'm spaghetti."

"I wanna see what [name] looks like as a burn victim."

"Why do I hear church bells."

"HE WASN'T LOVED ENOUGH, HE WAS TORN ASUNDERED BY MY DOG!"

"A few months? That's like six of them."

"I oughta kill you for saying those words."

"I'M GONNA KILL YOUR PARENTS."

"God may smite me but I'm cracking open the peach jelly."

"I love clifford the huge ass dog."

"Stop sending numbers."

"No wait it's bronchitis."

"How do you know what a fetus tastes like?"

"I don't want to answer this question."

"I have to water my anvil everyday or else I can't make bangers."

"Batting my eyelashes so hard they fly off my eyelids."

"That's so scary don't say that."

"I don't wanna fix them, they're funnier this way."

"Unhand my husband, you harlot."

"Several mental disorders and all of them are burning holes in your brain."

"I'm gonna be on a lifeline and you're gonna be the one to unplug it."

"I'm in the corner holding up a chair, you all are DEMENTED."

"Don't ask me why I have it."

"Not even the elephants foot can replicate the amount of life span I took off from myself."

"We sound insane."

"I'm the paramedic and I'm sending him to gods hospital."

"I don't know what you're saying, I just know you're wrong."

[golbrocklovely]

abt the influencers - yeah i get it. i was scrolling through the profiles of women that hang out w Colby and were discussed here bc i’m new and besides stas and kat I don’t know who’s who yet and as i looked at their profiles i was blown away??? i mean like someone pointed out they all look very similar physically but not one cellulite, one stretch mark, no body fat??? what’s that??? they look good in every angle, lighting, their faces are sharp, make up on point, skin is smooth like what the actual hell??? got me wondering how they do that cause it can’t be filters when their faces & body look like that on video too. plus, at some point they gotta take the make up off or do they just hang around each other with make up ons and posing all the time? like those girls (and other influencers) are legit beautiful even without facetune/filters, they look like that on videos too it’s INSANE. how do they manage to look good in every pose and angle is beyond my comprehension bc i honestly don’t have jaws sharp enough to look this good on a side profile let alone up close. if they made like a tutorial on how to pose, ideal lighting, a tutorial on angles and stuff i’d buy cause like… unreal.

well, photoshop is definitely a thing that gets used, or technically it's facetune. and you can literally buy filters to put overtop of videos so that your skin looks flawless. a lot of beauty influencers do that. also, lighting helps a lot in making your skin look smooth too.

and in general, a lot of ppl are just naturally photogenic more than others, so besides either being blessed genetically on the outside, they can also layer up with filters and getting the right pose/lighting to look even better.

and a lot of ppl also just look good with and without make up. finding the right stuff also helps out a lot too. and yes, some ppl wear make up everyday, regardless of if they're just chilling with friends.

you can look up tutorials on youtube on how to pose and light your photos the best. the same can be said for make up. that type of stuff does exist if you look haha

[madmonkeydisorder]

Poematrix

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[silashumanities]

Manifesto of Uncontrived Beauty

Through the entirety of this semester I have subconsciously looked for beauty in all of our assignments. Similarly, I as a person tend to search for the beauty in everything. I am someone that searches for something in everything. Finding the light is what has gotten me through every dark place I’ve found myself. In the end, whether it is difficult to find or presents itself directly, every situation has some sort of opportunity to come out of it. By using this mindset, you are given leverage in life. You're given a way to always get out of whatever darkness you may have found yourself in. Knowing how to look for beauty can be applied to every aspect of life. It can be applied to the past by looking back on bad times and finding what you learned from those times. It can be applied to the present by appreciating the small things in every moment of your everyday life that most might not look for such as an extra cool rock, a fun conversation with someone new or a better-than-usual coffee in the morning. It can be applied to the future by weighing your options and predicting the paths you have and regardless of what you're likely to take- knowing the good things that will come from each choice. Instilling the mindset of “beauty can be presented in unusual ways” leads to a more fulfilling life that is less weighed down by melancholy days. It prevents you from facing days full of dread that “ nothing will get better”.

My manifesto opposes the pessimistic way of life. The mindset of finding bad in all the good. Or focusing on only bad things while the good could be cherished instead. In reality, you cannot live a life full of ignorance and pretend as though bad does not exist. Negative experiences are negative experiences. Bad days are bad days. Terrible things are terrible things. But rather than spending your time loathing these encounters and being consumed by cynical and bleak ideas- you can search under the rubble for a lesson. A meaning. A virtue.

My blog posts from the last few months are great examples of these. The majority of my writings have reflected on things that I now can say were beautiful regardless of the nature of the events. For example, in my photo collection from “photographer’s eye”, many of my images reflected the first few weeks post-hurricane Ian. While these events were tragic, even traumatizing; I grew closer to the people I loved. I made memories. My family came out stronger than before knowing he had truly weathered the storm together. I spent hours recovering at my place of work with friends while we all laughed together. We all knew we could have lost one another, so our love and appreciation grew. We knew how much more we needed to cherish our time together. Another example of this idea found in my posts is my Ekphrasis. I chose the image of “the Death of Chatterton ''. While this image displays a tragic story of a boy taking his own life from unrequited love, the beauty is unmatched. The sun rays shining through, his glowing hair and the softness his skin appears to hold makes it a hauntingly beautiful scene. His story is dreadful but his image is alluring. Another example found within my blog is my post from “Anatomy of a Scene”. One of my movie choices was “Being John Malkovich”. This movie was beyond strange. It was almost unsettling in some parts. Much of it was baffling as it made no sense, the plot was quite literally just insane. Yet. The cinematography that was used to capture such a jarring film was stunning. The hard work that was put in place to give the movie that perfect abnormal vibe is astonishing. Not only that, but knowing that someone had to create the plot was beautiful- the writer, Charlie Kaufman, has a truly incredible mind. While slightly unsettling, the film itself and the entire idea of the film is beautiful.

All in all, life is about finding the beauty in those strange or sad things. Searching for some amount of good can lift a person out of the deepest depths of hell. It is, without a doubt, a mindset to live by.

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[xwing-baby]

Impulse: Informant (Javier Peña x Reader)

Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Nothing much! Flirting, mentions of voyeurism(?), drinking, hangovers. 

Word Count: 2.6k 

A/N: Bit more background this week, not that exciting but some fun moments with Javi and Steve. Alternative title: Meeting your killer and flirting with the boss ENJOY

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Two months passed quickly and you were settled in well. You were comfortable in your job; you, Javi and Steve made a great team and you were learning a lot from the both of them. You tried to avoid interacting with Carrillo directly where possible, he was still as icy about you as your first meeting. You met Steve’s wife, Connie, and became fast friends with her. She had become one of your closest friends, and a welcome break from the machismo that radiated from your two teammates.

You had even managed to make a few friends outside of work. You met María Parreño at the cafe you visited nearly everyday for lunch. What started out as a little wave, now was lunch together nearly everyday, and the occasional shopping trip at the weekend. María was a sweet girl, funny and very sly when she wanted to be. 

You were careful, giving a fake name and lying about your job. You could never be too careful in Colombia. Plus, with how rich her family were you wouldn’t be surprised if you crossed paths with one of them during your investigation into Escobar’s dealings. So, Maria knew you as Isabela Serrano, you worked in the American embassy on the phones. You had lived in the USA for ten years, hence the accent, and moved back to Medellin after your abuela died. María didn’t take much convincing. 

You enjoyed her company. It was a lot nicer to have a conversation about books you’d both been reading over nice food, than trying to eat over photos of blood crime scenes. Plus, the coffee here didn’t taste like soap. 

“Isabela, can I tell you something,” María turned to you, set her cutlery down and looked over at you seriously.. Puzzled, you put down your drink and smiled.

“Of course, you can tell me anything,” 

“Diego got a new job,” 

Diego was María’s boyfriend. Her father’s mechanic. A total cliché, her father had forbidden them to date but she did it anyway just to piss him off. You didn’t know much about Diego, you’d only met him once or twice in passing when he came to pick his girlfriend up  from a shopping trip. 

“You’re saying that like it's something scandalous,” You laughed nervously, “What? Has he become a stripper?”

“He’s working for Escobar,” She whispered. 

“What?” You nearly choked your coffee in shock. You set it down on the table carefully and leant in a little to listen to her, not believing what she said. It was not an impossible thing, lots of people worked for him in lots of different capacities. You hadn’t expected it so close to home.

“I know! That’s what I said!” She said, “He came home the other night saying he got this new job doing something for Pablo! I said Pablo who, I know lots of Pablo’s. The man just looked at me like I was an idiot! Pablo fucking Escobar!”

“What does he do?” You asked, you had to know how dangerous this could be for you. Or how helpful this could be, you thought. Being close to someone close to Escobar could be invaluable.

“Escobar?” Maria asked.

“No! What does Diego do for him?”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “He said something to do with cars,” You relaxed a little at that. Escobar’s mechanic was not a very useful lead. 

You glanced down at your watch and sighed. Your hour was up. Just as you had got to something useful! 

“Shoot I’m sorry María I’ve got to head back to work,” You drank down the last of your coffee quickly and stood up. “But you’ll keep me updated with this Escobar business right? It’s just all so exciting!” You put down your share of the bill on the table and threw on your jacket.

“Of course!” María smiled, “One of Diego’s friends is having a party! You should come!”

“I’ll be there,” You nodded, “Same time Saturday?”

“See you then!” 

Before you left the café you bought two coffees to go for Murphy and Pena as a way of apology for being late back. You had promised to be out less than an hour as Pena had important things he needed to go over with you and Murphy. By the time you got back, he had already started explaining the new information to Murphy in a conference room.

“Then we have-,” Javi was speaking as you walked in carrying coffee for the two men. You instantly recognised the face in the photograph and interrupted him.

“Diego Castillo,” You said. The two men turned to you, confused. Unfazed you passed them  the cups and sat down next to Murphy on the end of the table.

“How’d you know that?” Steve asked. 

“I know him. Or rather his girlfriend,” 

“What?” Steve nearly choked on his drink at your confession.  

“I didn’t think I had to tell y’all everything I do in my spare time,” You laughed.

“Hanging out with Narcos would have good to tell us,” 

“He’s not a Narco, he fixes Escobar’s cars! He’s not anyone important. It’s chill,” You waved him off. He was being ridiculous, ”Besides I’m friends with his girlfriend who has no idea what’s going on. I’ve met him maybe twice” You explained, “María’s a sweetheart, we talk about romance novels and go shopping!”

“Castillo doesn’t fix the cars. He runs the whole road operation,” Javier said. Your jaw dropped.

“Well shit,” 

“Anything else you wanna share?” Steve asked. 

“I don’t know but Monday I might,” You sipped on your coffee before continuing, “I got invited to a party, I was going anyway but-.”

“No, no you can’t go now we know who he is,” He exclaimed.

“This could be invaluable!”

“You’re not allowed to have an informant,” 

“It’s not an informant if I am the one with the info!” You argued.

“Javi? Gunna chime in at any point?” Steve turned to his partner, desperate for some help as you had already spiralled far enough on this idea. You turned to Javi with a determined look.

“They don't know my name, they don’t know where I work,” You explained rapidly, “I know what I am doing, just trust me, please?” 

“Fine,” Javier broke easily. The idea made sense.

“What the fuck! Javi she-,” 

“She’s right. Neither of us is going to ever get that close and she’s new here, people don’t know her and you said you gave them a fake name?” Pena explained, you nodded, “Technically she won’t be breaking any rules if she’s the one feeding us information directly,” 

“If anyone finds out-“ 

“No one will find out, it stays between us, in this room,” Javier said gravely, “I trust you Y/n,” 

You smiled and nodded, a sense of pride washing over you. Steve muttered and grumbled under his breath but he didn’t outwardly complain so the decision was made. You were going to feed information you found out through Maria to the DEA, going undercover. Nobody had ever mentioned no undercover work, the idea of sending a rookie into that kind of situation was insane, but you wouldn’t be technically breaking any rules. 

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The party was a bust. There was nothing of interest apart from the attendee’s themselves. Everybody was civil, there was no talk of business- as explicitly called for by the hosts, and apart from one fight between two guys over a soccer match there really was nothing to report. You spent the evening with Maria and her friends, drinking and dancing. Having a good time. 

They were decent enough people if you ignored the way they all got their wealth. A little hard to relate too at times- you didn’t have a private jet or a house with a huge pool but Maria’s friends were surprisingly friendly and once the jokes about being a gringa were out the way they seemed to like you. 

There was no information but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a well worth evening. You had their trust now. That would be invaluable moving forward. 

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It was payday. Everyone you worked with was going out for the evening to let loose. You were with a large group of people from the office. Some you recognised, some you didn’t but either way you were having a great time chatting to people. The alcohol was cheap, the music was great and the company was perfect. Nobody here complained that their dad wouldn’t let them import Italian handbags anymore or that their pool wasn’t big enough. You felt much more at home here, amongst peers and friends.

After a few hours of chatting to people, you retreated to a table with Javier and Steve. Eventually even Steve left, leaving just you and Javi alone. You were drunk, no other word for it. Your eyes were heavy, a grin plastered on your face and you swayed in your seat to the music listening to Javi talk. 

You rested your hand on your head and watched Javier for a moment. He looked very handsome, as he did nearly every day. He wore a blue jean jacket, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top showing off his tan skin. You watched as he smoked a cigarette, watching girls at the bar. A pang of jealousy hit your chest, you wondered if you weren’t sitting here as his rookie if you would catch his attention. Before you could think, you asked the question aloud. 

“If I was just a random girl in the bar, would you hit on me?” You asked, sipping your drink.

“I’m not answering that!” Javier laughed, “I know you,”

“I’m hot! Why wouldn’t you?” You exclaimed, “Hot girls not your type?”

“You’re not my type,” Javier corrected you. You gasped dramatically.

“I’m taking offence to that! Your type is anything that breathes,”

“You think so little of me,” He shook his head solemnly.

“Baby I’ve known you for months now. You don’t have a type!” 

“Baby?” Javi smirked at you. 

“Shut up I’m drunk,” You dismissed him. 

“Well what if I ask the same question to you?”

“Would I hit on me? Absolutely!” You exclaimed.

“No! Would you hit on me?” 

“Nah,” You shook your head and screwed up your nose.

“Liar!”

“Am not!”

“Come on don’t pretend like you wouldn’t,” He said, “You’d be all over me,” The energy shifted as he looked at you. Immediate eye contact, his dark eyes looked you over quickly drawing you into him. He leant forward slightly as he readjusted himself on the chair and brushed his bottom lip with his thumb drawing your attention to them. Your breath hitched, lips parted and your eyes flickered to his lips. Was he going to kiss you? Suddenly he broke the eye contact and laughed, settling back in his chair. “See! You would,”

Dazed you shook your head and cleared your throat. Javi smiled smugly.“No, No! That's not fair! You being smoother than fucking peanut butter doesn’t mean I would hit on you if I saw you! You’re old and grumpy looking, I like my men young and energetic,”

“So I heard,” He said as he tipped his drink into his mouth.

“Hey! That’s gross,” You exclaimed when you finally realised what he meant.

“Goes both ways, Baby, if you can hear me I can hear you,”

“So you listen to me fuck?” You countered. Javi choked on his drink.

“N-no I-,” Javi stuttered ands tumbled over his words, blushing slightly

“You do! Dirty bastard!” You exclaimed. “Do you get off to it?” You asked, quieter now leaning in closer to him. Javi didn’t reply, taking a gulp of beer and breaking your eye contact. You laughed again, “Javier Peña speechless! Wow! Pretty sure I can retire now and I’d be happy,”

“I’m getting another drink,” He grumbled, getting up from the table.

“Tequila please, Baby!” You called after him. 

—

You woke up with the worst hangover you had ever felt. Before you really opened your eyes you darted to the bathroom to throw up. You groaned into the toilet bowl, annoyed at yourself more than anything that you had gotten so drunk. You didn’t remember coming home, didn’t remember leaving the bar. The last thing you remembered was sitting with Javi drinking tequila like it was water. The memory made you gag again, how did he ever get you to drink tequila?

You padded into your tiny kitchen to get a glass of water, and start your usual fix all hangover cure. Salted chips and Coca Cola. The sugar and salt combination would do wonders and had saved you multiple times after a heavy night before training back home. You found a bag of chips in the cupboard but no cola. In fact, your fridge was practically empty, bar an old jar of salsa that you were pretty sure had been sitting there since before you arrived in Colombia. The idea of having to go out to the shop made you want to cry. You rested your head on the fridge door and groaned as another pulse shot through your skull. Then you had an idea, the Murphy’s would probably have some! 

You could tolerate seeing other humans at least for a few minutes. So you pulled a pair of shorts on and a vaguely clean t-shirt, took your keys and went across the hall to your favourite couple. The hallway was bright as sunlight streamed through the open window, you winced and shielded your eyes. You knocked twice on the door, the established knock for friends, and took deep breaths as you tried to not give into the need to throw up again. After a moment, Connie opened the door, a wide grin on her face when she saw your fragile state.

“Good night?” She teased you. You frowned and pouted at her.

“Remind me never to go out with Javi alone ever again,  I can’t remember leaving that bar,” You groaned. “Do you have any pain killers? And some cola,”

“Cola?”

“Yeah. Cola and salted chips, the best hangover cure. Got the chips but no cola and the idea of going outside today makes me want to off myself,”

“Come on in I’ll see what I’ve got. The boys are in there,” She let you into the apartment and disappeared into the kitchen. Javi and Steve sat on the couch watching TV in the living room, the noise made you wince.

“Afternoon Rookie,” Steve greeted you smugly. You grimaced and leant on the arm of the couch next to him.

“What's the score?” You asked, watching the soccer match on screen for a few moments. 

“3-3,” Steve answered.

“I’ve got Pepsi, that's okay?” Connie called from the kitchen. 

“Yeah! Anything’s fine,” You called back.

“Can’t you go buy yourself cola instead of stealing mine?” Steve complained.

“Your wife said I could have it Murphy, suck it up,” You shove his shoulder weakly, “Besides, I’m pretty sure if I step into direct sunlight I’ll burn to ash. I’m taking your cola and retreating to my bed,”

“What did you two even get up to after I left?” 

“Ask him, I cannot remember,” you laughed. 

Javi looked up briefly, took a drag of his cigarette and shrugged. He looked as rough as you felt. Neither of you had come out particularly well.

“Here you go sweetheart,” Connie returned to the living room with a bottle of Pepsi in her hand and a small box of painkillers.

“You’re a star Connie what would I do without you,” You stood up from the couch and took the items from your friend. “Later boys,”

“See ya Monday Rookie!” Steve called after you. 

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oop Rookie and Javi flirting?!? Could never. Also coming next week this ish is getting a whole lot angstier again. I can never keep things nice for long haha

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[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

You Think Something Else is out there ?

Note: This isnt about knockout only just know hes hilarious 

 The three humans sat in there last classes, waiting to be released to go hang out with there alien robot friends. Miko was loosely going through the history book when she stopped seeing an image of an old carving the woman seemed to hold what looked like a cube of energon in her hand and up to the sun as she held what looked like a sword in her hand which looked similar to Optimus’ Star Saber just a lot more epic. 

She looked up seeing her teacher busy grading work she pulled out her phone taking a quick picture, flipping to the next page see seen a statue of the same woman taking another photo then hiding her phone away. The bell rang as she closed the book and grabbed her bag. Rushing out of the class she walked down the steps to wait for Jack and Raff. She looked at the photos as someone came up to her side. 

“hey-”

“WOAH!”

“Hey- Woah it’s just me.” Jack spoke with Raff next to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” She spoke, “Hey have you seen this before?” 

She pulled out her phone and showed Raff and Jack the photos as the three walked to meet there guardians.

“Yeah that was in our history text book why??

“It was?” Raff asked. 

“Yeah.” Jack spoke.

"I swear! On primus. I've seen this face somewhere." Miko swore.

"You're probably-"

Jack was ran into as books cascaded onto the floor.

"Sorry."

"No its okay. Let me help you."

The young woman- in her last year of highschool thanked him.

"Im Y/n..." she spoke softly.

Jack smiled, "Jack. Jack Darby-"

The teen froze as Y/n pulled back her heavy hair swooping it behind her shoulders.

"I- I uh..." Jack flustered.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded only as she smiled looking at the other two, Raff flushing at well at the beatiful girl.

"W-well see you later?" She questioned walking around the group with a wave, out of ear shot Miko spoke up.

"She was hot!"

"Miko!"

"What!? We're all thinking it!"

"Lets just go to the base!"

In silence the group went to there gaurdians and back to base. Settling in after there hellos Miko was still stuck on the same photo.

"I GOT IT!" She shouted causing everyone in the room to flinch.

"What?" Jack asked.

"That picture of the lady! In the wall! Thats the girl we went today!"

"Your insane!" Jack protested.

"I just dont know why she would be holding an Energon cube-"

"What?" Ratchet chimed in.

Miko rushed over with her laptop, "this lady was in our history book, we ran into the same lady today except she was our age maybe."

Ratchet looked at the photo with a long hum in thought, "By the allspark. Someone! Get Optimus in here! Now!"

Arcee rushed to get there leader, Optimus walked in calmly as Ratchet was busy baffled by who he was looking at.

"Ratchet? There seems to be a problem?"

"No!- Well yes! Look at this!"

Miko showed him the laptop, "Optimus thats Y/n!"

"Wait! You know her?!" Raff asked.

"Thats her name!? What is she?! A prime?! A god?! Shes atleast and aft kicker right?!" Miko questioned in a hurry.

"Y/n is one of the strangest and strongest femmes out there. She matches the strength of a Prime and the knowledge without being a prime." Ratchet informed, "she was able to morph herself into diffrent species."

"Like a changling?!" Miko asked happily.

"You say it as if she was just skilled. This femme took on power Miko." Bulkhead spoke up. "She'd over throw Optimus and Megatron quicker than any of us to even get the word 'I' out."

"Did you know her well Bulkhead?"

Bulkhead nodded elbowing Jackie as he did as well.

"She rolled with the wreckers for a cycle or two." Wheeljack spoke. "She saved my aft one or twice."

"Oh! I know wjo your talking about now!" Smokescreen spoke, "she's legendary among the gaurd!- She'd speak to Alpha Trion almost everyday! For eons! I only had the chance to speak to her once! But she was absolutely amazing!"

"She was quiet magnificent." Optimus spoke. "I knew her while I was still an archivist. We were very close."

"What happened?" Raff asked curiously the whole room listening now.

"Raffel that is a -"

Optimus stop Ratchet from interfering, "We had let personal feelings drive us."

"You had a girlfriend?" Miko asked.

"That...is one way to perceive it." Optimus spoke, "but we were much closer than others. We had and understanding most could not reach."

"Sounds like you really liked her." Jack told, rubbing the back of his head.

"That is one way to precieve it." Optimus spoke

The bots looked at each other as there leader was usually quiet about his deep feelings and relationships.

"Did you guys...seperate?" Miko asked.

"I was told she died attempting to talk Megatron out of his ways." Optimus informed, "It would be great to see here once more. If it was true."

"We can talk to her!" Miko spoke, "if she's disguised as a human! We can help!"

"You've done so much for the humans here. We could atleast help you guys get one more autobot on your team." Jack agreed.

"If we mention Optimus Im sure she'd jump at the opportunity." Raff chimed in.

"We get Y/n on our team. We win this war far more then by a mile." Arcee spoke.

"Plus you'll get to see Y/n again! Its a win win!" Bulkhead said.

"She's a total aft kicker Im in." Wheeljack pitched in.

"Won't she know where all the primes are?" Smokescreen asked, "She'll know where to find artifacts too won't she?"

"I hate to agree with them. But they do make some good points." Ratchet agreed.

"Very well. If you are all in agreement." Optimus spoke, "we will make a plan."

The next day came quicker than Prime could imagine it. His mind racing throughout the night and day, until the kids returned from school, with a fourth sleak car behind them.

The kids hoped out and the four csrs transformed. It was almost odd to him.

"It's really her!' Smokescreen fanboyed shaking Wheeljack as he sighed.

The group parted as Y/n stood there, her form tall, sleak, and slightly chromed. She smiled wearily at Smokescreen waving a few digits in a small hello.

"She said hi to me!"

Turning herself with the feel of eyes being bored into the metal of her helm she was faced with Optimus. It was clear to him now- the deep scar that crossed diagonal over her face. It was thick in silence as Y/n cleared her throat looking away from the bot.

"I. It is an honor to see you again sir." Y/n spoke a servo over her spark as she bowed her head.

"It is an honor to see you as well. I was told you didn't survive after your talk with Megatron." Optimus spoke placing a servo on her shoulder.

She looked up at him, the two lost for words as Ratchet silently and skillfully unhurried everyone out of the main room, including the humans.

Now alone Optimus placed another servo on Y/n's shoulder.

"I missed you."

Y/n flushed deeply, "I missed you too."

It was silent as Y/n put a servo on his faceplate.

"I suppose I did not concel myself as great as I thought." Y/n spoke with a soft chuckle.

"I should have known you'd come here." Optimus spoke, rubbing her faceplate softly.

"I crashed okay?" Y/n smiled thinking back years ago- where she had crash landed on the planet by mistake.

Optimus smiled in return, leaning down he kissed her, her hand resting on the back of his helm pulling her deeper into the kiss.

"PRIME-"

The two pulled away quickly as Fowler walked into base.

"Agent Fowler. I was not expecting you today." Optimus spoke as Y/n cleared her throat.

"I had informed Ratchet that I'd be arriving." Fowler spoke, "And who is this?"

"This is Y/n." Optimus spoke as she placed a servo over her spark bowing her head slightly, "She is on our side."

Y/n nodded as Fowler introduced himself, briefed Optimus then dismissed himself.

"You can come out now!" Y/n called as the bots and humans filed out of the hall.

"It. It is an honor to meet you all." Y/n spoke tying to avoid the obvious conversation.

"Are you and Optimus equal in strength?!" Miko asked happily, and on came the stew of questions, but the question that threw the two ofd was bound to come.

"Are you and Optimus a thing?"

"Miko!" Bulkhead scolded.

"Ah...uh...perhaps." y/n answered.

"Sorry for Miko. Shes just like this whenever she meets some one new." Arcee spoke. "It's good to have another femme on the team. The names Arcee.:

The two shook hands as Y/n smiled. "Its an honor to meet you. I am Y/n."

"Long time no see Wrecker." Wheeljack spoke as Y/n smiled

She spoke with a tease in her voice., "Still lifiting measly borders the two of you?"

Bulkhead laughed as Wheeljack smirked, "I'll take you on any day all day."

[buck-nialled]

Anybody - N. Horan Imagine

NOTE: I sincerely appreciate everybody’s patience with me getting to requests. Sometimes its just nice to take a lil break and write a niall amnesia fic, ya know? anyways, here’s another requested imagine (i combined two because they were vv similar), enjoy!

“You’re telling us you’re still single?” The girl scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

It made your cheeks flame up incredibly and your stomach turn in guilt. Normally, this conversation would not have you so antsy or defensive if it had not been for Niall’s presence beside you. The idea to share lunch with the cast one day and have Niall tag along was entirely your idea, so there was nobody else to throw blame on. You were happy Niall agreed almost immediately to your proposal, despite knowing the repercussions if either of you somehow clued that you were together in front of your friends and especially in public.

Your lifestyles were definitely a commonality in your relationship. The constant interviews and public appearances were what led to the two of you introducing one another. You both had a disposition for complimenting people greatly, but had a difficult time taking them to heart. Your first meeting could be illustrated with the two of you gawking over each other’s work and red cheeks, with the subtle flirtatious remark thrown in. But it was the impetus for the exchanging of numbers, and a couple of dinners and intimate nights shared in the bedroom.

More importantly, it led you here at a restaurant surrounded by your costars for one of Niall’s favorite television shows and the man himself. He claimed it to be one of his favorites before he even met you, which you still doubt to be the truth, but you never pushed him for validity. The question from your costar, who could also be considered one of your closest friends, left both you and Niall stunned for a moment.

“Oh, come on. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“You’ve got guys crawling over you all the time.” Another chimes in. You could not argue his point; it happened every time you stumbled across a male fan of the show, over twitter direct messages or blatantly in response to something you posted online. Even during interviews some male hosts would flatter you in the objective to get in your pants, in spite of how clear you made your interests to be platonic.

“So, I can’t be independent and say ‘no’?” You raised your eyebrows, feeling inferior to your colleagues. Unlike them, having a public relationship was off of the table.

“You can. But admit it, you could literallu have anybody, Y/N.” Your friend looks around the table, earning many nods of agreement. You wish every day to wake up and just have the world know your secret. But it did not work like that.

Your publicist immediately refuted the idea of publicly dating when you mentioned your affair with the musician. She went ballistic, claiming you were insane to just post a picture of the two of you to your socials with the mindset of “whatever happens, happens”. It would lead to speculation, which will lead to a closer eye on the two of you and your every move, she argues. Her demands made you want to keep your mouth shut about your fear of being mobbed by cameras off of the red carpet before this conversation. She went on to say the longer you were “available” in the eye of the public, the more popular you would grow. Teenage boys would fawn over you, their girlfriends would google you to see what the hype about you was and hate-stalk you, which would result in a larger following.

Having that disappear all because you were off of the market would make your numbers plummet and lose grip of your male demographic. You were nearly tuning her voice out by this point, until she pointed out that Niall was probably in the same boat. Girl’s loved him; guys were fuming over him. Bigger album sales, followers for days, until the announcement that one of the world’s biggest heartthrobs is officially taken.

You informed Niall about the conversation later that day. And as much as he wanted to say it was bullshit, he could not. It was true. He had attempted many times to present the relationship reveal presentation to his manager and publicist, but both shut him down the moment he began to speak. As of now, both of you were bound by contract to keep your lips shut.

Niall’s aura screamed its independence, so there was no speculation circling him lately about a possible affair. You however, were fresh meat. The new, hottest thing one of few top, trending shows. Everybody wanted to know your whereabouts and who you we’re hanging around with everyday, all day. And it never really seemed to stop.

The night your followers on various media platforms doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled in a matter of hours was when you needed to turn off all receiving notifications. Messages, mentions and questions were flooded to your phone at such a rapid rate that your phone froze. If a photo was even published online of you hugging a man, you would be interrogated about it for the next five interviews following that day.

Recently, the man in question has been your co-star in the series, Ryan. It was clear in the show that your and his character had major chemistry, but outside of the set, Ryan acted like more of a brother figure than anything. He would scare you whenever you turned random corners in the studio, ruffle your hair and bicker with you at any opportunity.

Many gossip news sources were asking both you and your co-star if the relationship between your characters was the same on-screen and off-screen. But it seemed the countless amounts of “no’s” you both delivered immediately after the question was asked was not enough. The other day, a video of him handing you a water bottle with a smile gained thousands of views overnight, as well as theories that you two were hiding a relationship from the public. It could not be further from the truth, but you and Ryan knew it was useless to comment otherwise.

In fact, everybody around you was discouraging the idea to cancel the rumors. All except one person, who always seemed to be cheering you on in your worst moments. And by the eighth week and hundredth photo of you and Ryan allegedly “confirming” your relationship, you had enough.

You stormed into Niall’s apartment with hot feet. You passed by him and paced his kitchen, while he sat up from the couch. Turning down the volume on the golf match playing on the television, he ventures after you and into the kitchen, finding you scavenging his fridge.

“Hang on.” You held up a finger, before retrieving a cold bottle of booze from the fridge. Niall eyes you carefully in your haste to grab the bottle opener already accessible off of his kitchen island and pop the bottle cap off the drink and down half of it. While you guzzle down the drink, Niall gulps, licking his lips.

Chugging a beer, as weird as it sounded, was one of the hottest things Niall had witnessed you do to date.

“Okay,” you slammed the near empty bottle down, taking a deep breath of preparation. “Go ahead.”

“What happened?” He already knew the answer, but it could not hurt to ask. He figured if it bothered you too much to speak about it, you would deny answering. But, considering he was the only person who allowed you to rant to him, you were not going to throw away the opportunity to do so.

“More shit about me and—” That’s the farthest you could let Niall peek at your day before a familiar ringing noise sounds in the kitchen. Niall releases a sigh as you collect your phone from your back pocket, seeing who was calling.

“It’s Ry—”

“Take it. It’s okay.” Niall assures, without you even having to ask. You nod, promising to be quick, though he knew it would be at least twenty minutes before your attentions could turn back to him. That is, if another article was not sent to you about the situation.

“Hey…yeah I saw…” you eye Niall strolling out of the kitchen, his bare back and tense muscles prominent from your view. “Uh huh…” you murmur, before you and Ryan are venting about your day to one another. All of the interrogations at interviews, the photos people had snuck while touring the set, and the trailer for the newest episode that was just dropped. The trailer went viral within two hours because your editors and marketing team decided to include the kissing scene your two character’s shared in that episode along with the montage of other points. By the time you had ended the call, you found Niall showered and lying on his bed. The television in the living room was black, a sign that the golf match ended much earlier.

“Hey…sorry about that.” You mumble, crawling into his bed beside him.

“It’s okay…I assume you don’t want to talk about your day?” He inquires, looking down as you wind an arm over his stomach.

“W-what makes you…”

“I mean, I don’t want you to waste your breath or anything. Judging by the earful you gave Ryan it must’ve been juicy.” Niall remarks through his teeth. 

“I was just—”

“Because why waste your time talking to me about it, right?”

“Niall! Stop!” You yell, allowing a heavy silence to fall in between you two. You take your arm away from his middle and sit up, brows scrunching. “Why are you acting like this?” You ask, tone quieter.

“I…don’t know. I’m sorry, I’m just…I’ve been in my head a lot lately. Thinkin’ about lots of things.” He huffs, turning his gaze down to his legs.

“Like?”

“Like…us.” He answers, face solid.

“What about us?” You hesitate with a trembling voice.

“Well, more like how there isn’t an us.” Niall mumbles, voice gravelly. “To everyone else, anyway.” He breathes, trying a smile but with no avail. The sight delivers a brutal sting to your heart.

“Niall…”

“I know we can’t tell anybody; I know.” He rushes out before you could remind him. “But shit, can we at least act like they do when you’re here?” Your lips part, but fail to generate the right words. “Because right now it kind of seems like I don’t exist when Ryan calls and—and when I ask about your day first but he interrupts, it seems like I can’t get a sound out of you after about it. And damnit, Y/N, I want to hear about it! All of it! And having to listen through the walls just to know you’re okay…”

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“I see what everybody else does. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.” You nod, biting your lip to hold back tears much like Niall was doing judging by his crackling voice. The only reason you really spilled your guts to Ryan was that he was in the same exact position you were in, so he would understand you the most. But that was not entirely true. Because right in front of you sat Niall, who was hiding just as much as you were for the same exact reasons.

“I’m…I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Yeah,” Niall sniffs, “who could blame ya? Ya never have time to ask.”

“And that’s not right.” You shake your head, bringing your body up to straddle his lap. After swinging a bent leg over both of his, and situating yourself over his thighs, you stare into his eyes with a shameful gaze. “It should never be like that. I should tell you about my day, and ask you about yours and…I’m sorry, Niall. I’m so sorry I haven’t.”

“It’s okay—” He tilts his head down, but your hand grabs a hold of his chin scraggly with hair and lifts it back up.

“No, it’s not.” You decree. “To be honest, the reason I never really talk about it is because…I thought it wouldn’t matter to you?” At your admission, Niall’s eyes bulge. The feeling of his warm hands flying to your hips calms both of you to an extent.

“Why would ya think that, love?”

“Wouldn’t you be annoyed hearing me rant about some guy people think I’m dating?” Niall nods his head, understanding your point.

“I suppose…but I’d be angry with you. I’d be on your side.” Niall guarantees with a firm squeeze to your sides. It makes a giggle bubble up from your throat, and a smile crawl up to his lips at the sound of it resounding against his bedroom walls. After bringing his hands in yours and lacing your fingers together, you say, “I’m sure you would. You’d hold me…pleasure me…sing me to sleep.” You smirk, watching Niall grow flush beneath you at his noticeable methods of affection.

“Ryan can’t do any of that.” You bite your lip.

“Damn right he can’t! You’re mine.” Niall looks you up and down, pulling your chest closer to his.

“And I’ll start taking that into consideration more. Now, how about I pleasure you this time to start?” You raise your eyebrows.

“I like the sound of that.” His hand starts to reach up to comb through your hair, but the boisterous rings of your phone interfere once again. Niall heaves a breath and sits back, all while you roll your eyes and reach out for the phone.

“Hey, Ryan.” Niall looks up at you, expecting in less than a second to be off of his lap. But he is rather surprised at the feeling of your hand reaching up to tug the loose sweats down off his waist. “You mind if we talk tomorrow? My boyfriend and I are kind of in the middle of something.” You answer with a smirk, watching Niall’s eyes grow right before you. Ryan’s screams of puzzlement could be heard by Niall as you dragged the phone away from your ear and ended the call. And soon, your grip made its way back to Niall’s boxers with a devious smirk on your lips. 

“Now, where were we?”

[blackboujeebeauty]

BLACK IN FAHION ▪️TELFAR CLEMENS

Photo Credit:HarpersBazaar

Born in Queens,NY in 1985. American designer, Telfar Clemens is currently one of the most influential designers in the fashion industry. Telfar, founded in 2005 out of Bushwick Brooklyn, has gone from an underground streetwear brand to being one of the most talked about brands featured in Magazines, Runways, The Met Gala and taking over our social media feeds everywhere.

The Black owned gender-free brand ranges from clothing, accessories, shoes, jewelry and the most popular it's Tote Bags. Referred to as the Bushwick Birkin the name comes from its Origins and the fact that it is over 60x less! than your average Birkin by Hermès which can retail starting at $10,000. The bag comes in three sizes at three different price points that compared to its other "It" bag competitors comes at an insanely "affordable price" The hardest part?, obtaining one. The bags are known to sell out within minutes but you know I got y’all with some tips and tricks to help secure one if you’re purchasing directly through Telfar’s website.

Telfar’s Rise in Popularity

In 2019 the company grossed an estimated 2 million dollars in revenue which was a huge leap from their $106,000 revenue in 2016 mostly attributed to the gain in popularity of their classic TC logo tote bag. This rise in popularity can partly be accredited to the rise in consumerism, buying from black owned brands during the Black Lives Matter Protests of 2019-2020 and the Covid-19 Pandemic. Clemens's message of inclusivity and affordability attracted a wider audience during a time of social divides, racial injustices and a pandemic that left a lot of people engaged on social media and shopping more than ever from the comfort of their homes and cell phones. Having an affordable everyday bag that was now deemed as one of the "It bags" of the Fashion Industry gave people a sense of style and status through this difficult time. Oprah gave the brand her seal of approval when she included the iconic tote in her lineup of Oprah's Favorites' for 2020.

"It's Not for you It's for Everyone" The brands message of inclusivity has been present since its early beginnings as it is a gender free brand. Having a brand that anyone can shop at no matter the race,gender, sexuality, social and economic status has been welcomed and embraced by many over the years. On their website unlike some of their counterparts Telfar does not have gender specific clothing or accessory items. The brand is meant to be consumed by Everyone and that’s what makes it unique.

Telfar to Me

I love what Telfar Clemens and his partners are bringing to the fashion industry during a beautiful time of seeing Black business owners gaining the recognition and respect that they have earned that is way too often overlooked . As a young black woman born and raised in New York his designs give me that reminiscent feeling of the y2k fashion but with a modern influence. Telfar’s latest collaboration with Moose Knuckles immediately takes me back to Winter in New York with that early 00’s styles, incorporating that urban influence but bought into modern time with some pieces featuring that puffer style and quilted design that we loved then and love now!

Having a bag that I can fill with my daily essentials, take on the go with me everyday but also being able to switch it up when I wanna get cute and feel luxurious for a day or night, and travel with is simply amazing . The solid color design of the tote bag also doesn’t require too much thinking when it comes to pairing the bag with my style for that day.

Securing that bag!

If you’ve been trying to get your hands on one but find yourself coming up short trust me I know it can feel like a disappointment at that moment. Having gone through a few failed attempts myself, trust me I get it. I learned that doing these few steps have been helpful to me on Drop day.

1. Sign up for the Website’s newsletter. In my few failed attempts I realized that I didn’t know when collections were dropping. Being suscribed to the newsletter will get you ahead of the game because you’re emailed the day and time the drop is and what will be available a few days before it hits so you can prepare yourself. This also allows you to decide if you actually find an interest to what will be available then deciding if it’ll be worth the coins saving you from making an impulsive purchase.

2. Set an alarm on your phone for when the drop day is and atleast 15-30 mins before the time of the drop. For example, Telfar drops are usually at 9am so I set an alarm for 8:30, go on the site making sure my connection is on point! Great connection is also key! and then I will set another alarm 5-10 mins before in case my eyes stray away from the site.

3. Create an account beforehand as this will save you time from having to manually input your information in if you make it to the point of checkout. Make sure you are logged into your account when you go on the website when you go on the website atleast 15-30 mins beforehand.

4.Make sure you are already on the page of the piece(s) that you’re for certain you want to purchase. I do not recommend opening too many of the same page on the same device as you will find yourself getting flustered going back and forth from each page. I find that opening one page on my laptop and one on my phone has been helpful.

5.Having a form of payment saved will also be helpful to you as this will help you cruise through check out with a breeze. Telfar’s website uses Klarna as a form of payment which is amazing! This feature can be helpful for anyone that would prefer to pay over time and they can create a temporary card that is not their personal information card information if you’re worried about something like that. Klarna connects to Telfar’s website once the card is made(please do this step at the point of that 15-30 min recommendation) so when you get to check out you’re just sailing through because everything is in there! and please do not get flustered or frustrated when that annoying captcha screen appears and you gotta now find all the stop lights in the pictures. It’s… annoying but also look at it as another checkpoint closer to securing your purchase.

6. See it. Say it. Sow it. It may take a few tries but you’ll get there, affirming it to yourself will only help your confidence. Go into the mindset that it is already yours. Envision it and it’ll manifest into your life.

I hope you find these tips to be useful and help you secure your Telfeezy!

Tips on Securing That Bag Tik Tok!

[mudhorn-djarin19]

Love Letters - Chp 2 (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend Frankie Morales is sent off for active duty for the first time. Missing him greatly you two keep in contact via letters you dub as “love letters” until he arrives home. Rating: General (other chapters may vary but will be marked accordingly) Warnings:  Being sent off for active duty and mentions of military work. if I missed any others please let me know AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my taglist via here! Find chapter one and future chapters via masterlist! Happy Easter everyone!Hope you all enjoy this chapter~, it was fun writing this one cause I got to create a background story for the guys code names lol. Thanks for your continued enjoyment of my works <3

It had been a few weeks since you last got your first letter from him. You knew it could take some time for the letter to get delivered to him and one delivered back to you but, you couldn’t help to worry. You kept yourself busy though with work and spending time with Santiago’s sister who also had not heard back yet. She told you some of the things Santiago mentioned in his letter. Some were the same as Frankie’s like meeting new friends who happen to be locally home based and some different like a little detail about their encampment. Apparently him and Frankie were bunk mates which didn’t surprise you. 

You frowned and worried something had happened since it had been sometime since you last heard from him. You even sent him another letter in the meantime, but still no reply. Just when you were starting to give up all hope you checked the mailbox to find there buried among bills and junk mail a letter from him! You quickly shut the mailbox and ran back inside, throwing the other mail down onto the entryway table as you rushed over to plop on the sofa. You tore the letter open tossing the envelope to the ground and unfolded the letter.

“Hermosa, I am sorry for taking a bit to respond. We had some field work we had to do here that got me tied up. I also know the mail system to get these letters back and forth between us is shit. Takes so long. I am glad to hear you are doing well, I hope you still are. I miss you so much everyday too. It sucks not being able to see your beautiful face everyday and hold you in my arms at night. It really has felt like forever since I’ve last seen you but it’s only been a little over a month. This is going to be tough not being able to be with you until who knows when, but I know we'll make it. The new friends Santi and I made are great. I will have to introduce you to them when we all return. We’ve all been paired up as a group for missions which is awesome and we even gave ourselves some fun code names! Mine is Catfish - Got because I am from the South and like to fish. Santiago is Pope - Because he’s aggressive in field work and can easily send people to the grave. Then there’s will. He is here with his brother. We call him Ironhead - Because he’s insanely smart and strong. His Brother is Benjamin who we call Benny - We couldn’t think of something different from him so Ironhead just gave him his childhood nickname. Then the last guy is Tom who we call Redfly - We got the fly part because he’s very good at being sneaky (i.e. a fly on the wall) and the red part just comes from his favorite color. Thought you might enjoy hearing our fun little code names we have and how we got them. Other than that and the field work we had to do not much has been going on. It wasn’t anything crazy fieldwork wise, just a simple reconnaissance mission. I promise I am being safe, don’t worry about me too much. Please continue to keep in touch. I love hearing from you. Love you, Frankie”

You chuckled at the code names Frankie and his new teammates had. They were very neat and loved to hear a little bit about how they came up with them. You smiled and rushed into your office to start writing back. 

“Frankie,

I am glad to hear you are still doing okay. Please continue to be safe on any of these missions you go on. I worry about you constantly for I want you to return home to me safely and in one piece. It’s good you made some new friends to keep you company while you’re there and that they have become your team. Your code names are really cute and funny. How you got them all sounds really cool. Catfish seems fitting for you, I love it. My fish <3 Pope’s is a bit concerning though with the description but I wouldn’t expect anything less from him .Always the chaotic one haha! I hope you guys can continue to do some small missions and nothing major. Like I said I worry constantly. Keep me updated. Also are you guys allowed to get packages? I want to send you somethings I think you’d enjoy to keep you happy until can come home, if allowed. Please let me know. If not I will just continue to send letters. Love you lots and hope to hear back from you soon. Y/N”

 You folded the letter up but then the thought donged onto you. Frankie mentioned how he missed your face so why not include some photos for him to hold onto and look at everyday? You were about to grab your camera and take one when you realized you have a whole shoe box full of photos to choose from. You headed into the bedroom closet and dug out the box, digging through them until you settled on two. One of you and Frankie both when out camping that Santiago took of you both and one Frankie took of you during a date night. Surely he would enjoy these both. You headed back into the office, hiding them into the letter before adding at the bottom of the letter.. “P.S. You said you missed my face so here’s some photos for you to look at and keep you from forgetting me. <3”

You chuckled to yourself, pleased with the cute little sentiment you decided to add. Hopefully he enjoys them too. Only two letters in, how many more you’d have to write before he comes who knows but surely one too many. You wanted him home already but it sadly won’t come soon enough. Taglist: @sarahjkl82-blog @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @blackberries45 @s-unflowxr @nikkixostan @hailmary-yramliah @icanbeyourjedi @prideandpascal @hb8301 @donnaa *If you user is slashed out it means I couldn’t find your account to tag.

[yelena-bellova]

Winter Song

Plot: Y/n finds that her favorite time of year is much less enjoyable without Steve.

Warnings: Christmas angst, fluff, but mostly angst

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I got this idea a few weeks ago and couldn’t wait to post it. It’s based on Leslie Odom Jr. and Cynthia Erivo’s version of the song, I highly recommend listening to it ❄️ I definitely didn’t proofread this enough and I’m posting it at almost midnight so it’s probably riddled with mistakes 🙈

*Flashbacks are in italics

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This is my winter song to you

The storm is coming soon

It rolls in from the sea

It was well known among the compound that Christmas was my absolute favorite time of year.

There was no competition in the state of New York, nay, the entirety of the East Coast that rivaled my love of the season. On November 1st I would have the pumpkins and fake cobwebs boxed back up and be stringing lights and hanging wreaths before anyone else in the compound was awake. They’d tease me about it but by the time December actually rolled around, you could hear the toughest of heroes humming ‘Sleigh Ride’ to themselves. Still, no one could measure up to my enthusiasm for Christmas…

Except Steve.

He’d be the one handing me decorations as I stood on a ladder positioning them perfectly. He’d watch every movie and special with me tucked into his side. We’d bake batch after batch of cookies because while they had no problem teasing us, Rhodey and Sam would come through like a tornado and eat all of them. And gift shopping was a day long event that tested the how the super soldier’s strength held up when carrying 10+ bags and boxes.

All of it occurred before the Accords, of course. The storm that rolled in, placed an unmovable divide between Steve and I and left me at the compound and him as far from beside me as could be.

I was halfheartedly stringing lights around the living room, unable to think of anything but Steve. It was snowing heavily outside, the kind of weather that practically demanded all plans to be cancelled for hot chocolate and warm blankets. It was those types of memories that hurt the worst…

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Is love alive?

Is love alive?

Is love

“It’s a Wonderful Life, hands down the best Christmas movie of all time.”

“But it’s so sad,” I argued, “And the last thing you’re supposed to be during the season is sad.”

Steve looked over at me from his slumped position on the couch of the common room. I’d pulled out my fluffiest flannel blanket and even though the man was his own furnace, he loved me too much to object when I’d laid it over us. I was sitting up gesturing towards the tv as I tried to convince him that whiles his favorite movie was cute, it was too depressing for Christmas.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Steve relented a little, “But what about that ending? You can’t argue that it’s not heartwarming.”

I rolled my eyes, “Okay, I’ll give you that one but I don’t like how we get there. I don’t even like thinking about my life without any of you guys in it.”

Steve cleared his throat and I twisted to see his blonde eyebrows raised.

“Especially my number one elf,” I smiled as I sat back against the couch and shifted closer to him, “You’re the only person who doesn’t think I’m insane this time of year.”

“I’d never let you do Christmas by yourself,” he said, reaching under the blanket to take my hand in his.

It was moments like these that I questioned Steve and I. It was just enough of a picture perfect domestic moment that if anyone stumbled upon us, they’d raise eyebrows and ask if they were intruding. With his affectionate gaze focused on me, our shoulders rubbing together and the unexplainable feeling that behind our time spent together there was…something. If I was being completely honest with myself, I wanted there to be something.

Unfortunately, I could summon enough courage to battle aliens and assassins but not to confess my feelings. “Um, what’s next on the list?” I asked, awkwardly fidgeting with my free hand, “I need to finish making my gift list for when we go shopping if you want to help.”

“Yeah, but can we just…”

“Just what?” I asked with a furrowed brow.

Steve scratched the back of his neck before turning back to me, “Can we just sit here for a minute longer? It’s nice.”

My face probably gave away my enthusiasm for the suggestion, but I still tried to conceal it with a close lipped smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Without needing any further agreement, Steve moved an arm around my shoulders and brought me closer to him. While my mind had drawn a blank, my body knew what to do and nestled itself into his side. I laid my head against his chest and wrapped an arm around his torso, giving me the perfect view of the snowstorm outside. Steve rested his chin on the top of my head and continuously ran his hand up and down my back. The moment was perfect and if I’d had the power to stop time, I’d have been happy to stay in Steve’s arms forever.

Yeah, there was definitely something.

————

They say we're buried far

Just like a distant star

I simply cannot hold

I knew it was a huge mistake to enter Steve’s room, but that still didn’t stop me from twisting the doorknob.

It was exactly as he’d left it five months ago when he left for London to attend Peggy’s funeral. All that had been added was a thin layer of dust across every surface. I dragged myself over to his bed and carefully sat down on the edge of it. The part of me that was still in denial about the entire situation didn’t want to mess up the sheets in case he made a sudden return. I reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the picture frame that had sat on it ever since last Christmas. I had jokingly bought Steve and I matching sweaters with hideous festive designs. The entire team howled with laughter as he opened the gift up on Christmas morning. God bless the man and his inability to deny me anything during the holiday season…He’d put it on without so much as an eye roll and Tony had practically tripped over himself trying to get photographic proof of it.

“You are such a simp, Rogers, and I could not be more thankful for it,” Tony grinned, holding up his phone towards us, “Say hello to next year’s Avengers Christmas card.”

Steve locked his arms around my waist and with no warning, lifted me up in the air. I squealed and rushed to hold on to him, the both of us laughing as Tony won his latest way to blackmail us.

The joy that the photo captured seemed like it had occurred years ago. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been that happy or carefree but it had probably involved Steve.

“It’s just not the same without you,” I whispered as I stroked a finger through the dust that covered his face.


This is my winter song

December never felt so wrong

Cause you’re not where you belong

Inside my arms

I wrapped my sweater around my body as I made me way back out to the common room. I didn’t expect to find Tony rifling through one of the many decoration boxes I had set out. While I’d been moping in Steve’s room, he’d taken the initiative in decorating.

“Stark Industries branching out into the holiday business?” I asked with as much of a laugh as I could muster, which wasn’t much.

He was nailing a wreath to the wall when I walked in, “It’s called extreme boredom and this is what it looks like.”

I smiled softly as he turned around to face me, trying to appreciate his efforts. If I was missing Steve, Tony was most certainly missing Pepper. He was trying to keep busy in an effort to not dwell on her obvious absence. “You’re lucky I’m not standing next to you right now.”

“Huh?”

Tony smirked and gestured with his hammer to the space above me. I looked up to see the familiar plastic piece of mistletoe I’d hoped we’d lost dangling on a string. My stomach clenched at the memories the item and the particular archway brought back.

————

“You got that video of Tony tonight right?” Steve asked as he stuffed another wad of wrapping paper into a trash bag,

“Oh yeah,” I laughed, “Drunkenly singing ‘Last Christmas’ to Rhodey wearing a Macy’s box on his head definitely tops our sweaters.”

It was late on Christmas Day, everyone had gone to bed except for Steve and I. We were finishing cleaning and wrapping up leftovers from dinner. It also gave us much needed quiet after such a loud evening.

“I think that’s the last of everything,” I said, admiring the clean kitchen.

“Same here,” he replied as he set the last trash bag off to the side of the room, “You look sad.”

I shrugged and crossed my arms, “I’m always sad when Christmas is over. It makes everyday life seem so mundane.”

“Only you would think that the life of an Avenger is mundane,” Steve chuckled from the archway he was standing under.

“Please, no bows or lights or festiveness of any kind?” I teased as I crossed the room to stand next to him, “Boring.”

We shared a laugh and leaned against our separate walls, savoring the last few moments before the day changed to the 26th.

“Thank you for helping me do all this,” I said, gesturing around us, “I couldn’t have pulled it off without you.”

“Like I said, I’d never let you do Christmas by yourself,” Steve smiled before his eyes drifted up, “Oh…”

I tilted my head to see whatever had caught his eye and caused his cheeks to turn so red. “Oh…”

The mistletoe I’d hung as a joke, hanging above and taunting us. Tony had camped under it several times and refused to budge until Pepper would oblige. Wanda and Vision had found themselves under it and she’d nervously pecked his cheek. It was all in good fun until this moment where I was cursing myself for ever hanging it.

“We don’t…I mean, we didn’t realize that it was…” I verbally stumbled, “It’s not like we knew it was there.”

“Right,” Steve nodded, “We didn’t know. But…isn’t it kind of a rule that we…have to?”

My mouth stupidly opened and closed, “I-I think so. And what kind of people would we be if we broke a Christmas rule?”

“Exactly,” Steve agreed, “So it’s not a big deal.”

“Not at all.”

“Good,” he said quietly before pushing off the wall and taking a step to the middle of the archway. I came to meet him and dropped my arms at their sides, his hands carefully reached for mine till they’d taken hold of them. The awkwardness was quickly melting away and being replaced by an urgency to make the inevitable happen. Steve’s fingers traced over the pulse points of my wrists and his lips curled up as he felt the goosebumps break out across my skin. We both leaned in at the same time, not giving the other a chance to back out because we both knew how badly we wanted to get on with it. Our lips met and all the hesitation and second guessing we’d done in the seconds before vanished. Every time I’d questioned whether or not my feelings were true suddenly turned to a resounding ‘YES’ for an answer. Our mouths moved together as if it was a dance we’d done a thousand times. As much as I wanted to pull him closer, my body was paralyzed by the shock and the only thing I felt able to do was lace my fingers with Steve’s.

It ended all too soon, the both of us pulling away in need of oxygen. Steve pressed his forehead to mine and sighed, he squeezed my hands and brushed his nose against mine.

“Merry Christmas, Steve,” I whispered.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n,” he replied softly.

————

“Take it down,” I strained, trying to keep the sobs from escaping my lips.

“Huh?”

“Take it down, Tony. All of it.”


“Y/n, what are you talking about? You love all this crap,” Tony gestured to the room.

The tears were getting harder to try and hide, so I didn’t bother. “Not anymore. If you want to hire someone to decorate, fine, but I can’t look at any of our stuff,” I snapped before dropping my tone to a whine, “Just take it down.”

I fled before he could ask any more questions that I couldn’t bear to answer. I retreated to my room, quickly locking the door and allowing my cries to be released. I curled into myself with my back against the door and let myself fall apart, knowing that the one person who could piece me back together was unreachable.

————

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

Despite my ignoring the calendar and anything that had to do with the season, Christmas Day had arrived. Tony had indeed paid a team to decorate the compound, it was too minimalistic for my taste but I was the whole reason for it so I couldn’t complain.

Tony, Rhodey, Vision and I plus Peter and his Aunt May were seated at the dining room table attempting to make cheerful conversation. Peter was telling us about some recent adventure he’d had patrolling his neighborhood. I tried to pay attention but all I really cared about was how quickly I could escape to my room and put an end to the day. At some point in the evening I feigned a headache, halfheartedly wished the group a merry Christmas and trudged down the halls to my safe haven. I was pulling out a set of pajamas to change into when a muffled ringtone emerged from one of my dresser drawers. While I hadn’t heard it play ever, I knew exactly what it belonged to. I flung the drawer open and dug the phone out from under my clothes. However impossible, there was only one person who could be on the other end of the call.

With shaking hands, I flipped the top of the device up and raised it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

My lips quirked upwards in a watery smile as the voice I’d longed to hear for months washed over me. “Merry Christmas, Steve.”

[trulycevans]

can u do a quarantine headcanon where chris and his gf do some cute fluffy bf/gf stuff like maybe she gives him haircuts and they build forts, etc. maybe a family zoom game night? idk just some fluffy stuff 🥺

fluffy headcanon coming right up!

warnings: brief mentions of sex, some swearing

so quarantining with boyfriend!chris would honestly be the dream

i can so imagine him wanting to find one new thing to do with you each day whether its play a new board game or watch a new episode of a show on netflix, he’d just want to ensure that the both of you weren’t going insane when unable to leave

this worked well at the start of quarantine, playing games and attempting to teach him to cook more. 

but very quickly it became old news and you slumped into monotonous normalcy as time went on

and don’t get me wrong, even the day-to-day activities of the two of you were still so sweet and filled you with gratitude everyday to be blessed with such an incredible boyfriend. 

but as asp grew more he had more demands placed on him so you had little time in the day to enjoy each others company, both of you losing yourself into your respective work

so when you received a message in the evans family groupchat asking if anyone wanted to do a zoom quiz one friday evening you quickly typed a yes

and of course you and all of the evans’ siblings significant others were in a big group chat with the whole family where you’d share photos each day of your quarantine activities. you and chris mainly sharing photos of dodger, especially after his surgery. 

scott evans: fancy dress is not optional, best costumes win extra points

you laughed at the message from scott in the group chat as chris groaned, “what the fuck am i gonna dress as?” he groaned

luckily for him he had you there to come up with a great ideas

“but first we need to cut your hair, you left ari levinson behind a long time ago” you would giggle

it took a lot of work to get chris to even let you cut his hair however, “it’s not that i don’t trust you, it’s just that you’re quite clumsy babe” causing you to feign upset

so you’d find yourself an hour or so before the call chris sat in the middle of the bathroom on a chair from the kitchen, you carefully running your hands through his hair as you snipped it with the scissors 

“do you think i should go back to the buzzcut?” he’d question and your eyes would light up

“you mean you want me to trim all this off” you’d grin mischievously

he’d then explain that it’s easier to maintain until he can get back to the barbers

so you’d get the electric shaver out and begin sheering his hair off

“i’ve gotta get a picture of this for instagram, your fans are gonna go crazy” 

you’d snap a mirror selfie of the two of you, you holding the razor above your head in victory your phone in your other hand taking the picture, chris laughing at your silliness, his topless shoulders just visible his tattoos peeking into shot

[yourinstagramhandle]: buzzcut!chris has returned thanks to me [chrisevans]

cevansnation absolutely loved your relationship especially during quarantine as you provided them with so much content 

the zoom call came around quickly enough and scott had prepared an entire presentation, he had disco lights and everything (we love a theatrical king)

you and chris had dressed as an angel and devil, digging out old costumes from a previous halloween, it was a very simple costume chris wearing red dress pants with a black turtle neck and a red blazer, some red devil horns on his head. you were wearing a white dress (or white suit if you don’t wear dresses - we’ve gotta make this accessible to both ladies, men and non-binary readers), your look was completed by a halo headband and angel wings on your back

you had obviously took photos using your phones timer feature and uploaded these to social media as well (again cevansnation loves you)

of course chris gets so competitive when it comes to quizzes so he’s getting so overexcited the man child he is and groaning in frustration every time he can’t answer a question

and of course dodger joins in on the action snuggling up between the two of you on the sofa

the zoom quizzes became a weekly occurrence with different themes for costumes set by whoever was running it, there was a jungle theme, pyjamas theme and 80s disco theme to name a few, each one funner than the last

but the highlight of your days with chris in quarantine were definitely after you’d finished dinner and washed up, when you’d be snuggling on the couch under a cosy blanket not really paying attention to the tv as it blared some netflix show you’d watch hundreds of times before cause you’d be lazily kissing

slow kisses with chris were just the most perfect thing ever, his one hand would be rested on your thigh his other arm rested on the back of the couch

the kisses were slow and sloppy, you knew they didn’t necessarily need to go any further, it was just like you were trying to take in as much of each other as possible

of course sometimes they’d escalate which of course no one would complain about 

i mean c’mon it’s quarantine with cevans its not gonna be fluffy all the time

but quarantining with this beautiful man would be the most perfect thing in general, it would be so fun and boyfriend!chris would want to take full advantage of being in boston with his favourite person before he was whisked away to film again

i loved writing this so much omgomgomg i just want quarantine!boyf!chris right now please 🥺

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