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I posted 343 times in 2021

120 posts created (35%)

223 posts reblogged (65%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.9 posts.

I added 751 tags in 2021

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#druig x reader - 84 posts

#waspswidows - 78 posts

#druig smut - 77 posts

#druig x you - 75 posts

#eternals - 72 posts

#druig imagine - 70 posts

#druig x y/n - 69 posts

#druig oneshot - 62 posts

#marvel eternals - 61 posts

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#but also reblogging my work actually makes my heart warm

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I saw the most amazing quote today and I thought it would make a lovely Druig x reader story where the reader is always putting others before herself and Druig is the only one who can see it ❤️

“The healer also needs healing.

The planner also needs surprises.

The giver also needs to receive.

The thoughtful also needs to be thought of.

The considerate also needs to be considered.”

In life I often feel like I give my everything to everyone else and yet no one would ever put me or my needs first so I’m also kind of selfishly asking for a comfort story haha 🙈

Who Heals the Healer?

Pairing: Druig x (female) Eternal!Reader

Summary: you’re always taking care of everyone around the compound, as well as your fellow Eternals, pushing you to the brink of exhaustion. Druig has had enough and encourages you to take time for yourself

Warnings: some swearing, mostly fluff and a bit of angst, I won’t lie this is mostly very cheesy fluff but honestly it's stuff that we all need to hear every now and again, be sure to always take care of yourselves my loves🖤✨ kinda minor Eternals spoilers

A/N: my precious, precious anon, thank you for your request. I know exactly how you feel when it comes to this kind of thing. I hope you heed Druig’s words in this Drabble and make sure to take some time to look after yourself. You don’t always have to put other people in front of you, it is okay to put yourself first, so please do so. You always deserve to take care of yourself🖤🥰✨ I hope you enjoy this drabble🖤🥰 also sorry this took so long, I’m still working through a bit of a backlog atm!🖤

You stumble into your cabin in the Amazonian compound, the one you shared with Druig. You wearily drag yourself through the rooms until your reach the bedroom, flopping onto the bed in exhaustion. You’d just returned from travelling all day. You’d gone to visit Sersi and Sprite in London for a few days. The trip was fun and it was lovely to visit your fellow Eternals for a while but you couldn’t deny just how tiring the whole trip had been. Not to mention you’d immediately been roped into helping around the compound pretty much as soon as your feet touched the ground.

You a hear a deep sigh in the corner of the room and look up to see Druig sitting by the desk in the bedroom. You were so exhausted you hadn’t even noticed him as you came in.

“Hey” you smile tiredly at him.

“Hey” he answers curtly, his voice unexpectedly sharp. You’re taken aback slightly.

“You okay?” You venture gently, sitting up on the bed to face him.

“Yeah I’m okay” he answers, his voice sounding bitter with sarcasm. “Are you though? Are you okay?” He asks, a sudden tension in his voice.

“What do you mean? I’m fine” you shrug.

“Are you?” He pushes.

“Yeah?” You shrug again. Another deep sigh leaves his chest.

“Y/n please. Look at yourself, you’re exhausted”

“It’s just from travelling. It’s kinda a given when travelling all the way from London to the Amazonian forest you know?"

“No it’s not and you know it. You’re not just tired, y/n, you’re exhausted. You’re burnt-out”

“It’s just from travelling” you insist. “I’ll be fine tomorrow after I’ve slept."

“For fuck sake y/n, please” he shouts suddenly.

“What Druig? Why the hell are so mad?” you raise your voice slightly.

He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking again.

“Why do you always have to be the one to go to them? Why can’t they ever come here? Give you a break for once you know?” Druig pushes, concern and a soft anger laced in his voice. You’d made it a habit to go and visit all of the other Eternals every few decades or so. Yes you had plenty of time between visits but you did have to admit it was incredibly tiring to literally travel the world just to visit your family every now and again.

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869 notes • Posted 2021-12-03 23:05:21 GMT

#4

I’m honestly fucking freezing atm and I can’t stop thinking about Druig warming me up lol (in a totally PG way!)

Maybe a comfort fic where the reader gets trapped under ice and the eternals save her but she is freezing and Druig takes it upon himself to strip her down and use body heat to warm her up?

I’m thinking the eternals are outraged like “Druig no! Let one of the girls do it!” And he’s like “Relax! I’ve seen everything before!” And they’re all like “oh … I see 👀”

Warmth

Pairing: Druig x (female) Eternal!Reader

Summary: you’re fighting the deviants on an iced over lake when it cracks underneath you. Your fellow Eternals rescue you but you’re need of warming up and Druig is the first to offer. P.S. I’ve made reader’s powers that of being able to absorb / mimic the powers from whomever is in her proximity, so in this case she borrows Thena’s ability to make weapons from cosmic energy.

Warnings: one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way

A/N: ooh I really love this idea, thank you so much for your request!! I also love when I get to feature some of the other Eternals, I hope you like this! Also I hope you are warm and snuggly now anon😅🥰🖤✨

Another day, another deviant. This time you and a few of your Eternals had been called to a frozen lake in Alaska where the deviant was closing in on a small village of people that lived adjacent to the lake. Your current team consisted of you, Sersi, Sprite, Kingo, Thena, and Druig.

You, Thena and Kingo had managed to push the deviant back onto the ice, away from the villagers. Sersi, Sprite and Druig remained at the edge of the lake, keeping the people calm as you, Thena and Kingo dished out punishment to the creature. You had decided to mimic Thena’s powers on this occasion, moulding yourself a spear out of celestial energy. Thena had gone for her classic sword and shield whilst Kingo continued to pelt the beast with his energy blasts.

You spin and slide on the ice, ducking under the deviant as it lunges for you. As you slide under it’s belly you lash out with your spear, cutting its front leg out from underneath it. It's head hits the ice with a deafening thunk just in front you, an otherworldly screech leaving its mouth. Underneath your body you can feel the ice crack before you see it. Cracks spring out in every direction from where the creature’s head had hit the ground.

A small panic settles in you as you scramble to crawl backwards, the deviant still lunging forward haphazardly, completely unaware of the imminent danger beneath it. The deviant is about to reach you when you hear a battle cry from above.

You look up just in time to see Thena leap gracefully through the sky, her sword in hand. It feels like everything is suddenly in slow-motion as you see Thena land on the deviants back, her sword going straight through its neck, hitting the ice below.

“Thena NOOO!!” You hear a deep voice bellow from afar. But it’s too late. Your eyes widen in fear as you see Thena backflip off the creature, soaring to safety, her lift-off pushing the deviant further into the already sinking ice.

The ice cracks around you. You hear a deep yell boom from across the lake. The last thing you see before you slip under the ice is Druig’s panic stricken face as he sprints towards you. But he’s just too far.

The ice water swallows you, the cold causing your chest to seize up almost immediately. You kick and paddle at the water around you but the current is strong, the darkness of the water confusing your senses. You’re no longer even sure of which way was up to the surface. You feel panic settle in your chest as your lungs scream for oxygen.

Ice invades your lungs suddenly. Blackness takes over your vision. You think you can hear someone calling your name but ultimately a numbing silence takes over your senses.

...

The next thing you’re aware of is a pressure on your chest, something was repeatedly pushing up and down on you. The next thing you’re aware of is lips on yours. You can feel warm air being forced down your throat. The warm air pushes the freezing water out your lungs and you gag as your body spasms. You choke and cough as you spit up the ice water from your lungs.

You blink wearily, your vision still somewhat blurry. You see a fear-stricken face come into focus in front of you. Druig. You inhale deeply, letting air back into your body, coughing again as your throat still feels tight.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay” Druig coos, his hands cupping your face. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay” he whispers, his forehead against yours. You’re not sure if trying comfort you or himself.

You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Sersi’s reassuring face above you. “Are you alright?” she asks gently.

“Of course she’s not alright” Druig snaps harshly, his head whipping around to face the other Eternals. “She’s fucking freezing. She could get hypothermia. We need to warm her up” he shouts frantically.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were still so close to it, I- I just didn’t see you” you hear Thena’s voice come from somewhere just behind you. You see Druig flare his nostrils in anger but apparently he decides it's better to stay quiet than lash out at Thena.

You want to reassure him, to tell him you’ll be okay. You want to reassure Thena, to tell her it was okay, you didn’t blame her. But truth be told you were too cold to even speak, your teeth chattering, your breathing ragged as your body fought to warm pump the blood around. You couldn’t feel most of your body and what little you could feel was painfully numb.

Druig’s face looks pained as he sees you struggling. He sighs in frustration and scoops you up in his arms, jogging over to the small settlement of people that lived beside the lake. You see over his shoulder that Sersi and Thena are right behind him.

As you approach the village you see Sprite and Kingo exit from one of the closest huts.

“In here” Sprite calls over to Druig. “They’ve got a fire going in the bedroom, take her in there."

Druig carries you inside, the other Eternals close behind him. Once in the room Druig places you gently on your feet, holding you against him as you were unable to bear your own weight. You’re shuddering against him as he tries to rub some heat into you with his hands.

“You know actually the best way to warm someone up is through body heat. Like actually being naked” Kingo tries a joke to lighten the mood, his hands mushing together to emphasise his point.

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1082 notes • Posted 2021-12-12 23:03:01 GMT

#3

Centuries in the Making

Pairing: Druig x (female) Eternal!Reader

Summary: unspoken feelings finally bubble over at the end of the world

Warnings: big time angst, finally admitting feelings, smut, penetrative sex (m+f), fingering, oral (f receiving), slight body worship/praise, slight marking/biting, minors DNI. Eternals spoilers.

A/N: happy Friday everyone! Finally I get round to posting this, I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts. Also the vibes I was going for for this oneshot is partly inspired by Barry Keoghan's sex scene in his film Mammal. Here's a gif set of what I was picturing. Basically just him really watching reader as he pleasures her, gauging her reactions. Anyway yeah, hope you like it! Enjoy the gif set and enjoy the fic😌

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You and Druig had a rich history together. A rich history that spanned over centuries. Ironically, much of said history mostly consisted of you two being apart. When the Eternals initially parted ways you and Druig were no different, each going off in your own direction. You had envied Sersi and Ikaris, they’re love on full display for everyone to see, going off together even when you all initially split.

There always felt like there was this unspoken thing between you and Druig. You were naturally drawn to each other, constantly brushing finger tips during meetings, the first to run to each other’s side during a fight, longing gazes lingering when the other wasn’t looking. You were his comfort when he was forced to watch the atrocities committed by humans but forbidden from interfering. You were the only one he would actually speak to, let his guard down with. And he was your sanctuary when the fight hadn't gone your way, human lives lost to the deviants and you couldn't help but blame yourself.

You spent centuries waiting for the next step in your relationship to be taken, for that lingering gaze to be acted upon, for the brushing of finger tips to turn into finger tips dragging over each other’s skin. And yet when the time came, the time for you go your separate ways, that unspoken thing remained as it always had: unspoken.

Your views on how to spend your eternal lives didn’t line up, meaning you couldn't spend eternity together, no matter the status of your relationship. You wanted to live your life to the fullest potential, traveling the world, learning, earning multiple degrees in multiple studies, dabbling in all kinds of different jobs. After all, you had the time. Druig, however, simply wanted to retreat, become a recluse, living a simple, uninterrupted life far away from the main hub of humanity. And so you went on, leaving him behind, travelling the world, trying your hardest not to look back upon him, and failing every time.

The heartbreak caused by your separation almost broke you. It took you literal decades before you could think of him without that brutal twang of pain shooting through your chest. Despite this pain, you brought yourself to check in on him every hundred years or so. You never got too close though, never made your presence known to him. You’d simply observe from a distance, make sure he was doing okay, and then leave. You continued to do this multiple times despite the way your chest threatened to cave in on itself, especially when you saw him perfectly content in the life he’d built for himself, living in peace in the Amazon, surround by plenty of beautiful men and woman to entertain him. Despite attempting to live your life to the fullest you’d never found anywhere to settle, or anyone to settle with. You were constantly on the move, ensuring you never stayed anywhere long enough for people to become suspicious of your unchanging, unaging appearance. 

This was why you weren’t particularly phased about having your current life upended when Sersi, Ikaris, Sprite, Kingo, Gilgamesh and Thena arrived on your doorstep telling you that the band needed to get back together, to save the entire planet no less. You’d of course agreed to help, having learned to love humanity despite being unable to settle completely amongst them. The next stop was Druig, the key to your current plan of putting Tiamut to sleep before he could wake and destroy the planet. Selfishly your only real fear was being face-to-face with him again.

Reuniting with him in the Amazonian forest had almost broke you all over again. Just seeing him hit you like a tonne of bricks, straight to the chest. Of course he acted as cool and nonchalant as ever. He greeted you as he greeted the rest of the Eternals, giving no indication of anything particularly special about you or your relationship to him. His indifference to you hurts more than you care to admit.

And yet you can't help but feel as though his gaze lingers on you longer than normal, that his eyes keep shifting over to you whilst Ikaris and Sersi explain the Timaut situation. Thankfully the gravity of the impending apocalypse overshadowed any personal drama that was or was not passing between you and Druig.

And so now here you all were, together on the Domo, the day before doomsday, preparing for what could potentially be the end of the world. You guys had established your plan, talked strategy, and anticipated almost every possible outcome for tomorrow’s emergence. So, with that, Sersi suggested that everyone go get a good night of rest before the following day. You head to your room, one last glance thrown back at Druig, who’s eyes are trained on the floor, as if deliberately trying to avoid looking at you.

You sit alone in your old room on the Domo. Left in complete silence with nothing but your thoughts for company your mind quickly starts to wonder. Tonight may well just be your last night alive, here, on this planet, with these memories, and these feelings...

Your breath starts to quicken, a panic setting in your chest. There was literally no time left, if you were going to tell Druig how you felt, it had to be now. You had to take that chance. You take a second to regain control of your breathing before spinning around to head out your room.

Except you find all breath stuck in your throat when you see Druig standing in your doorway.

He stands there silently, his hands clasped in front of him, his face absolutely unreadable. All you can do is stare at him, wide-eyed, frozen, like a deer in headlights. It seems as if an eternity passes, as though a thousand lifetimes go by, Tiamut could’ve been born several times over already for all you knew. All you knew right now was in this moment with Druig, nothing else seemed to exist outside this bubble of you two staring at each other as if the other might cease to exist if you tore your eyes away, even if just for a moment. 

As if that bubble around you was growing smaller, pushing you together, you both found yourselves moving forward, moving towards the other, until you finally stood face-to-face.

A thousand emotions pass between the two of you without a single word being spoken out-loud. You’re standing so close that your breath is mixing, your lips barely an inch apart as you continue to stare silently at each other. You feel your breathe hitch again and a tear slide down your cheek as centuries of feelings come flooding to the surface.

“Druig...” you squeak, your voice breaking.

“I know. I know, my love, I know” he whispers, his own eyes filling with tears. 

Your eyebrows knit together, unsure if he can really know precisely all the emotions flowing through you.

“Y/n. My beautiful, beautiful y/n” he breathes, raising his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have left this so late, left it to the end of the world to finally tell you. All those times you came to check on me, I should've just grabbed you and kept you. But I was too afraid, I wanted you to live your life free of being burdened with me."

"What?" you whisper. "You knew about that? How? I made sure to never get too close."

"My love I can sense your presence, your mind, from miles away" a small smile graces his face. "And don't think that I didn't do the same."

He then gently grabs your face between his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, wiping the tears as they continue to fall from your eyes. He pauses for a brief moment, as if planning his next words carefully. Druig, usually so quick and witty, stood here in silence, almost at a loss for words. Almost.

“Y/n" he finally speaks, his face still barely an inch away from yours. "I have loved you for centuries. Ever since we first set foot on this planet my heart has belonged to you and you alone. I am sorry I left you alone in this world. Every single day we were apart it pained me, tore me apart, and yet I knew I needed to let you live your life. To be free to do as you pleased in this world. But know that my heart travelled this world with you, it was always with you.”

A small sob leaves your throat as you take in all his words. 

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1308 notes • Posted 2021-11-26 22:00:58 GMT

#2

It’s Been a Long, Long Time

Pairing: Druig x (female) Eternal!Reader

Summary: okay so this is the much anticipated oneshot based off this prompt that popped into my head: “you’re just as tight as the first time I fucked you.” Basically a previous relationship with Druig, not seeing each other for centuries, finally reuniting and ya know…👀

Warnings: smut, oral (f) receiving, penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: firstly thank you so so much for the love on my first ever writing that I posted called ‘I Told You To Stop’, I genuinely wasn’t expecting it to get so much attention and now it’s got like 900 likes and reblogs, genuinely thank you all so much🥺 secondly, this oneshot here has ended up being somewhat similar to my other angsty Druig oneshot I’m planning where him and the reader haven’t seen each other for a long time, but hey ho! It’s not plagiarism if you steal from yourself, right?🤔 Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You hadn’t seen Druig in years. Literal centuries had passed since you last laid eyes on him. All that time that passed and yet it still sent a sharp pain to your chest when he now stepped into view.

“You seem to be doing well for yourself” he drawled as he moved further into your apartment.

You narrow your eyes at him. How dare he just show up unannounced? After all this time?

“What are you doing here Druig?” You question him, trying to control the wavering in your voice.

He shrugs nonchalantly, continuing to explore your apartment as you stand frozen in place.

“I just wanted to check on you. It’s been a long, long time since we saw each other, my darling”

“That’s an understatement” you scoff. “And why now? After literal centuries?”

He shrugs again, stopping in front of your fire place to look at your framed pictures on the mantel.

“That’s not exactly an answer.”

“Well I don’t really have an answer, I just needed to see you” he almost whispers.

“Why?” You press, folding your arms across your chest, attempting to calm your rapidly increasing heart rate.

So many emotions were flowing through you. Mostly pain from the way things had ended between you two centuries prior.

Now here is he is, crashing back into your life like a tonne of bricks.

“Why?” You ask more forcefully now.

“Honestly? I missed you. I don’t know what exactly triggered it but it finally hit me just how much I missed you, how much I needed to see you again.”

He moves to finally stand just in front of you, his eyes searching yours, quickly flicking down to your mouth.

You stand silently, slightly stunned by the sudden revelation. You stare blankly at him, unsure of how to respond. You open your mouth and close it again, no words are able to properly encapsulate the emotions running through your body.

He steps even closer to you, taking advantage of the silence, his face mere inches from yours. The air around you shifts, a palpable tension settling in. “Tell me you missed me too. Tell me you still want me the way I want you” he demands.

In the moment you decide to take the defensive. You couldn’t afford to have him come in and shatter you apart again after you spent so long trying to repair yourself.

“I- I don’t. I moved on with my life” you lied flatly.

Of course that doesn’t work with Druig, being the mind reader he is.

“You’re lying,” he leans in closer to you, your lips barely apart. “Your thoughts betray you, y/n.”

Your nostrils flare involuntarily as a smug smirk spreads across his face.

“I know you missed me. I know you still want me.”

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1313 notes • Posted 2021-11-17 23:14:58 GMT

#1

I Told You to Stop

Pairing: Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: An intimate moment with Druig where he wants to watch you 👀

Warnings: pure smut, pwp, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female receiving), orgasm control / denial paired with mind control, slightly non-con I guess?, penetrative sex (m+f), Druig being smug and cocky bc I consider that to be a warning😌 minors DNI

A/N: we’re severely lacking in Druig fics rn so I’m giving it a go! This idea popped into my head pretty much as soon as I left the cinema and it’s filthy lmao sorry. Also clearly forehead touching is a thing for me now, Drukkari have me so whipped😩

Please note this is my first time ever posting anything I’ve written so please be nice. Hope you enjoy!

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

It started how it always does: Druig catches your stare lingering on him, on his body. The way your eyes drag across his build, absent-mindedly chewing on your bottom lip. He doesn’t even need to use his powers to know what’s going through your mind. As always, he’s more than happy to oblige. And that’s how you, again, found yourself pinned to the wall in Druig’s room.

Your lips were intertwined in a frenzy of heated kisses. It didn’t take long for him to open your mouth with his own, sliding his tongue against yours. The sheer force of his kiss forced your head back against the wall. His strong torso secured you in that position, almost crushing you in his desperation to be as close to you as possible. His hands were currently cupping your face, keeping you in position and completely at his mercy. His one hand then trailed slowly down your neck, to your chest, over your breast, heaving up and down with your ragged breathing. Druig continued to drag his hand further and further down, grazing the waistband of your trousers. He pushes his fingers just under band, running his hand from one side to other, and back again. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he pulled his hand, and his mouth, away from you.

A sad whimper leaves your lips as he leans back, still keeping you in place by pinning you with his hips against the wall. You open your eyes to see him staring at you with the cockiest grin on his face.

“What? Why did you stop?” you cry breathlessly. You reach to pull his moth back down to yours again but he remains firmly planted where he is, staring so intensely at you you think you might melt.

“I want to try something” he whispers.

Your eyes search his face, trying to see what exactly he’s got in mind. He smirks once again before leaning forward, just missing your awaiting lips to brush his own on the corner of your mouth. The passionate frenzy from seconds prior is suddenly replaced by a quiet and yet powerful intensity. His lips move slowly across your cheek, down to your jaw, to your throat, your collarbones. Gentle, featherlight brushes of his lips searing into your skin. You sigh and roll your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. He used this opportunity to trail his mouth back up your neck until he is right beside your ear, his lips just touching the edge of your earlobe.

“I want to watch you” he hums, pulling back slightly to to look down at you again.

“What?”

“I want to watch you” he repeats. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

The way he’s looking at you, his words, his filthy request, it all goes straight to your core. With almost numb legs you allow Druig to escort you over to his bed. You climb onto the mattress, back leaning against the headboard. Druig’s eyes never leave yours as he walks back round to sit on a chair situated at the foot of the bed, giving him the perfect view of you. He leans back in his chair and you take this as the signal to begin.

You lock eyes with him as you drag your hands down your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. You then make quick work of reaching behind you to undo your bra, which swiftly joins your shirt on the floor. You just about hear the sharp intake of breath from Druig as his eyes shift to your exposed breasts. You once again rake your hands down your body, stopping briefly to knead at your own breasts a couple of times. A small smirk plays on your lips as you see the effect you’re having on Druig. You can tell he’s painfully hard as he palms the bulge in his dark jeans. Your hands go back up to caress your neck one more time before you curl your fingers to deliberately drag your nails down your front, leaving angry red scratches all the way from your neck down to your navel. The quiet “fuck” that leaves his mouth when he sees the marks on you let’s you know you’re heading in the right direction. You really were starting to enjoy this now.

You proceed to make swift work of removing both your trousers and underwear but you ensure to tuck your legs together, denying Druig the pleasure of seeing you just for a moment longer. You then make sure to lock eyes with him once again as you shift to part your legs, completely exposing yourself to him. The satisfied groan that leaves his mouth and the way his eyes drink in the sight of you almost have you cumming right there and then.

“Go on, my love. Touch yourself. Show me how you like it” he demands.

Maintaining eye contact you move your right hand down between your thighs. You swipe your middle finger through your already soaked folds. A quick gasp escapes you as you finally brush against your aching clit. Collecting your juices you add your index finger to the mix and slowly begin circling your clit. You can’t help the content sighs that leave your lips as you do so. Your other hand goes up to grope at your breast as you continue your slow circles. Your hips begin to buck in time with the movement of your fingers. It’s not long before the impatience grabs you and you begin to quicken your pace. You fight to keep your eyes open, focused on Druig as he continues to palm himself through the fabric of his jeans.

“Fuck you look amazing like this” he murmurs, his cock twitching in his pants. “Nonetheless I want you stop before you cum, you hear me?”

You nod absent-mindedly, the command not fully registering with you as you continue to work yourself into a state of pure pleasure. You can start to feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach and you desperately reach for it. You feel the empty ache in your core, wishing you had something to fill you up, but you continue to make do with your fingers frantically circling your clit. Your moans start to get louder, your other hand digging roughly into the flesh of your breast, your nails leaving deep marks in your skin. You feel your orgasm incoming, once again forcing your eyes open to gaze at Druig. His name is on the tip of your lips just as you’re about to go over the edge.

And that’s when you see Druig smirk and his eyes light up gold.

Suddenly you find yourself taking your hand away from your core, your orgasm retreating as you whine incredulously. You pant heavily as you glare at Druig, your hand somehow stuck beside you instead of between your legs where you wanted it.

“W- why? Why did you do that?” you exhale through your heavy breathing.

His smirk only grows as he states “I told you to stop. I told you to touch yourself, I never said to actually make yourself cum.”

Your about to protest when he finishes by clarifying “that’s a job for me, I think.”

He stands, pulling off his shirt at the same time. He unbuttons his jeans as he takes the few steps to the edge of the bed. He leaves his jeans open, just revealing a patch of his pants underneath. You feel the mattress dip slightly as he kneels at the edge of the bed, before slowly crawling up the remaining the space until he climbs on top of you. He leans his face close into yours, for heads almost touching, his strong arms braced on either side of you. His eyes flash gold again and you feel yourself involuntarily lifting the hand that had previously been between your legs. That cocky grin returns as your hand finds its way to his face, and your two fingers find their way into his mouth.

You stare mesmerised, your mind and body completely surrendered to his power as he sucks your slick from your fingers. You feel your body go slack against the bed as his eyes dim down, regaining their natural colour. He gives you no time to recover as he quickly recaptures your lips with his. The fiery frenzy from before finally returning. He doesn’t kiss you too long though before he dips his head to latch his lips onto your neck, this time the featherlight brushing of lips is replaced with harsh nipping and sucking as he leaves his marks across your body. He continues this down the length of your body, following the red scratches left by your own hands just minutes previous.

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I love that my top post was actually the first thing I ever wrote and published on here, honestly I don’t think I would’ve continued if it hadn’t received so much positive feedback! I literally only started this blog less than two months ago and I’m so so incredibly grateful for everything! Every follower, every request, every friend / moot I’ve made, just everything! Thank you so much everyone! There is plenty more content coming your way in 2022, including that Druig x Widow!Reader short series…😌

Thank you again, I love you all!!

[neverheardnothing]

hello. over my tumblr break a few months ago i got bored enough to count the frequencies of every word in joe iconis songs and i don’t know what else to do with this info so here y’all go. every word in joe iconis songs with 10+ occurrences in descending order but i also factored out the 250 most common words in the english language badly (warning, this is a 484 item long list).

1 ('i', 2375) 2 ("i'm", 708) 3 ("it's", 366) 4 ('oh', 312) 5 ('gonna', 204) 6 ('yeah', 175) 7 ('got', 163) 8 ("you're", 160) 9 ('am', 160) 10 ('na', 149) 11 ('wanna', 130) 12 ('hey', 129) 13 ('love', 127) 14 ('feel', 122) 15 ("i'll", 117) 16 ('things', 111) 17 ('really', 97) 18 ("i'd", 97) 19 ('bang', 93) 20 ('girl', 87) 21 ('ever', 86) 22 ("can't", 84) 23 ('better', 78) 24 ("there's", 78) 25 ("she's", 78) 26 ("i've", 75) 27 ('whoa', 74) 28 ('baby', 73) 29 ("that's", 70) 30 ('gotta', 69) 31 ("we're", 68) 32 ("ain't", 63) 33 ("won't", 63) 34 ('cool', 61) 35 ('song', 58) 36 ('away', 57) 37 ('anymore', 56) 38 ('because', 55) 39 ('ya', 55) 40 ('always', 54) 41 ('remember', 54) 42 ('gone', 51) 43 ('guess', 51) 44 ('person', 51) 45 ('woman', 49) 46 ('sing', 49) 47 ('blood', 49) 48 ('stay', 48) 49 ('care', 48) 50 ('into', 47) 51 ('mind', 46) 52 ('whatever', 46) 53 ('jeremy', 45) 54 ("didn't", 45) 55 ('wish', 45) 56 ('feeling', 43) 57 ('ooh', 43) 58 ('cuz', 43) 59 ("you'll", 43) 60 ('ribbit', 43) 61 ('everything', 42) 62 ("you've", 42) 63 ('done', 41) 64 ('nothing', 41) 65 ('fine', 41) 66 ('girls', 41) 67 ('something', 40) 68 ('please', 40) 69 ('hate', 40) 70 ('walk', 40) 71 ('nanana', 40) 72 ('going', 39) 73 ('maybe', 39) 74 ('hear', 39) 75 ('used', 39) 76 ('fall', 39) 77 ('wrong', 38) 78 ('fire', 37) 79 ('rather', 37) 80 ('around', 36) 81 ('shit', 36) 82 ('ba', 36) 83 ('heart', 36) 84 ('leave', 36) 85 ('ah', 36) 86 ('being', 36) 87 ('oh-h', 36) 88 ("he's", 35) 89 ('till', 35) 90 ('fight', 35) 91 ('face', 35) 92 ('la-la-la', 35) 93 ('da', 35) 94 ("let's", 34) 95 ('sure', 34) 96 ('hope', 34) 97 ('nana', 34) 98 ('guy', 33) 99 ('knew', 33) 100 ('wanted', 33) 101 ('shoot', 33) 102 ('em', 32) 103 ('rich', 32) 104 ('together', 32) 105 ('looking', 32) 106 ('myself', 32) 107 ('knock', 32) 108 ('chop', 32) 109 ('makes', 31) 110 ('since', 31) 111 ('whiskey', 31) 112 ('uh', 30) 113 ("they're", 30) 114 ('gimme', 30) 115 ('rick', 30) 116 ('somebody', 29) 117 ('those', 29) 118 ("doesn't", 29) 119 ('red', 29) 120 ('totally', 29) 121 ('hell', 29) 122 ("what's", 29) 123 ('hall', 29) 124 ('die', 29) 125 ('annie', 29) 126 ('bad', 28) 127 ('stop', 28) 128 ("you'd", 28) 129 ('listen', 28) 130 ('mamma', 28) 131 ('la-la-la-la', 28) 132 ('do-do', 28) 133 ('tonight', 27) 134 ('okay', 27) 135 ('hair', 27) 136 ("c'mon", 27) 137 ('roll', 27) 138 ('without', 27) 139 ('michael', 27) 140 ('christine', 27) 141 ('bounty', 27) 142 ('almost', 26) 143 ('another', 26) 144 ('kinda', 26) 145 ('mine', 26) 146 ('rock', 26) 147 ('records', 26) 148 ('music', 26) 149 ('lonely', 25) 150 ('words', 25) 151 ('heard', 25) 152 ('yo', 25) 153 ('madeline', 25) 154 ('says', 25) 155 ('band', 25) 156 ('lots', 25) 157 ('alive', 25) 158 ('god', 24) 159 ('times', 24) 160 ('battle', 24) 161 ('skin', 24) 162 ('dada', 24) 163 ('revolution', 24) 164 ('institution', 24) 165 ('broke', 23) 166 ('talk', 23) 167 ('eyes', 23) 168 ("who's", 23) 169 ('hold', 23) 170 ('burned', 23) 171 ('morning', 23) 172 ('chill', 23) 173 ('pretty', 23) 174 ('car', 23) 175 ('young', 23) 176 ('la-la', 23) 177 ('tired', 23) 178 ('nation', 23) 179 ('friend', 22) 180 ('everybody', 22) 181 ('rehearsal', 22) 182 ('true', 22) 183 ('inside', 22) 184 ('squip', 22) 185 ('ready', 21) 186 ('best', 21) 187 ('understand', 21) 188 ('else', 21) 189 ('lot', 21) 190 ('party', 21) 191 ('ignore', 21) 192 ('bit', 21) 193 ('cut', 21) 194 ('gets', 20) 195 ('sometimes', 20) 196 ("isn't", 20) 197 ('whole', 20) 198 ("everybody's", 20) 199 ('starts', 20) 200 ('feels', 20) 201 ('everyone', 20) 202 ('room', 20) 203 ('dry', 20) 204 ('nice', 20) 205 ('juvie', 20) 206 ('sleep', 20) 207 ('wonder', 20) 208 ('size', 20) 209 ('ass', 20) 210 ('welcome', 20) 211 ('seen', 19) 212 ('weird', 19) 213 ('soon', 19) 214 ('yourself', 19) 215 ('alone', 19) 216 ('flame', 19) 217 ('taking', 19) 218 ('friends', 19) 219 ('enough', 19) 220 ('born', 19) 221 ('lordy', 19) 222 ('hunter', 19) 223 ('relate', 19) 224 ('yai', 19) 225 ('today', 18) 226 ('loser', 18) 227 ('bitch', 18) 228 ('until', 18) 229 ('arm', 18) 230 ('comes', 18) 231 ('dead', 18) 232 ('told', 18) 233 ('ow', 18) 234 ('honey', 18) 235 ('years', 18) 236 ('whack', 18) 237 ("we'll", 18) 238 ('n', 18) 239 ('nerd', 18) 240 ('fell', 18) 241 ('dad', 17) 242 ('pants', 17) 243 ('huh', 17) 244 ('nobody', 17) 245 ('mad', 17) 246 ('getting', 17) 247 ("wasn't", 17) 248 ('scared', 17) 249 ('wait', 17) 250 ('body', 17) 251 ('quite', 17) 252 ('hands', 17) 253 ('ohh', 17) 254 ('hurt', 17) 255 ('deserve', 17) 256 ('ride', 17) 257 ('game', 17) 258 ('survive', 17) 259 ('upgrade', 17) 260 ('free', 17) 261 ('certain', 17) 262 ('wha-oh', 17) 263 ('cigarettes', 17) 264 ('writer', 17) 265 ('bands', 17) 266 ('hunters', 17) 267 ('hang', 16) 268 ("wouldn't", 16) 269 ('age', 16) 270 ('cry', 16) 271 ('sky', 16) 272 ('past', 16) 273 ('behind', 16) 274 ('someone', 16) 275 ('saying', 16) 276 ('black', 16) 277 ('job', 16) 278 ('la', 16) 279 ('fix', 16) 280 ('alright', 16) 281 ('shot', 16) 282 ('bar', 16) 283 ('deal', 16) 284 ('respect', 16) 285 ('dog', 16) 286 ('flicks', 16) 287 ('strong', 15) 288 ("haven't", 15) 289 ('glad', 15) 290 ('next', 15) 291 ('escape', 15) 292 ('fun', 15) 293 ('though', 15) 294 ('promise', 15) 295 ('hide', 15) 296 ('ammonia', 15) 297 ('likes', 15) 298 ('thinks', 15) 299 ('yes', 15) 300 ('nurse', 15) 301 ('looks', 15) 302 ('halloween', 15) 303 ('twice', 15) 304 ('bout', 15) 305 ('sight', 15) 306 ('along', 15) 307 ('forget', 15) 308 ('voices', 15) 309 ('bathroom', 15) 310 ('master', 15) 311 ("shiro's", 15) 312 ('badass', 15) 313 ('rosalie', 15) 314 ('setting', 15) 315 ('road', 14) 316 ('dude', 14) 317 ('brain', 14) 318 ('kid', 14) 319 ('drink', 14) 320 ('means', 14) 321 ('guys', 14) 322 ('bed', 14) 323 ('doing', 14) 324 ('breathe', 14) 325 ('happy', 14) 326 ('scream', 14) 327 ('mistakes', 14) 328 ('anything', 14) 329 ('goes', 14) 330 ('blue', 14) 331 ('pretend', 14) 332 ('social', 14) 333 ('shout', 14) 334 ('geek', 14) 335 ('buddy', 14) 336 ("everything's", 14) 337 ("helen's", 14) 338 ('golden', 14) 339 ('movin', 14) 340 ('st', 14) 341 ("anne's", 14) 342 ('finally', 13) 343 ('choose', 13) 344 ('smoke', 13) 345 ('voice', 13) 346 ('terrible', 13) 347 ('happened', 13) 348 ('pass', 13) 349 ('street', 13) 350 ("couldn't", 13) 351 ('wall', 13) 352 ('instead', 13) 353 ('clear', 13) 354 ('tight', 13) 355 ('damn', 13) 356 ('susannah', 13) 357 ('smile', 13) 358 ('waiting', 13) 359 ('ground', 13) 360 ('remind', 13) 361 ('coolness', 13) 362 ('sad', 13) 363 ("things'll", 13) 364 ('brother', 13) 365 ("it'll", 13) 366 ('somewhere', 13) 367 ('veins', 13) 368 ('cat', 12) 369 ('weather', 12) 370 ('children', 12) 371 ("weren't", 12) 372 ('fucking', 12) 373 ('sorry', 12) 374 ('clean', 12) 375 ('pour', 12) 376 ('different', 12) 377 ('singing', 12) 378 ('coming', 12) 379 ('thinking', 12) 380 ('trying', 12) 381 ('sick', 12) 382 ('bone', 12) 383 ('least', 12) 384 ('lisa', 12) 385 ('nothin', 12) 386 ('dear', 12) 387 ('white', 12) 388 ('hot', 12) 389 ('charlie', 12) 390 ('family', 12) 391 ('door', 12) 392 ('korean', 12) 393 ('dodo', 12) 394 ('c-c-c', 12) 395 ('yours', 12) 396 ('c-c-c-come', 12) 397 ('wants', 11) 398 ('bloody', 11) 399 ('called', 11) 400 ('forever', 11) 401 ('sweet', 11) 402 ('soul', 11) 403 ('swear', 11) 404 ('touch', 11) 405 ('easy', 11) 406 ('days', 11) 407 ('stage', 11) 408 ('across', 11) 409 ('woah', 11) 410 ('crazy', 11) 411 ('town', 11) 412 ('dress', 11) 413 ('top', 11) 414 ('loves', 11) 415 ('rage', 11) 416 ('phone', 11) 417 ('super', 11) 418 ('feet', 11) 419 ('mess', 11) 420 ('penny', 11) 421 ('stars', 11) 422 ('supposed', 11) 423 ('miss', 11) 424 ('college', 11) 425 ('hates', 11) 426 ('quit', 11) 427 ('history', 11) 428 ('cage', 11) 429 ('falling', 11) 430 ('mcfly', 11) 431 ("i'mma", 11) 432 ('played', 11) 433 ('touching', 11) 434 ('band-aids', 11) 435 ('fox', 11) 436 ('thank', 11) 437 ('pitiful', 11) 438 ('covered', 11) 439 ('open', 10) 440 ("they'll", 10) 441 ("we've", 10) 442 ('feelings', 10) 443 ('gun', 10) 444 ('living', 10) 445 ('wow', 10) 446 ('book', 10) 447 ('wonderful', 10) 448 ('blame', 10) 449 ('brooke', 10) 450 ('space', 10) 451 ('slow', 10) 452 ('longer', 10) 453 ('naked', 10) 454 ("he'd", 10) 455 ('star', 10) 456 ('shirt', 10) 457 ('looked', 10) 458 ('i’m', 10) 459 ('standing', 10) 460 ('break', 10) 461 ('lame', 10) 462 ('ten', 10) 463 ('york', 10) 464 ('met', 10) 465 ('dreadfuls', 10) 466 ('mountain', 10) 467 ('push', 10) 468 ('two-player', 10) 469 ('war', 10) 470 ('talkin', 10) 471 ('throw', 10) 472 ('normal', 10) 473 ('hat', 10) 474 ('christmas', 10) 475 ('silver', 10) 476 ('freak', 10) 477 ('mom', 10) 478 ('garage', 10) 479 ('become', 10) 480 ('flesh', 10) 481 ('bastard', 10) 482 ('broadway', 10) 483 ('amphibian', 10) 484 ('outlaw', 10)

[gvf-imagine]

Part 2

warnings:  none

word count: 4705

summary: you get a text from dreamy rock singer Josh Kiszka whom youve just met at a live show and he wants to see you tonight!

tag list: @satingrass-maidensfair @karrotkate @kakarla @love-philautia @elliestrawberries @shesdigging @callmekane @supersonic-darling @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair @justacollegestudentyay

A\N: Loved writing this chapter! I hope you all enjoy it and like always any feedback is welcome and appriciated 

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Your friend hurried back to the table.

“What happened?!” she asked, her expression hungry for details. You simply shrug.

“He invited me to their next show at some college party…..he invited you too , oh and I gave him my number” you say with a melancholy tone. Your friends' eyes were wide.

“Why do you sound depressed??” she questions

“Why are you not freaking out like me?” she adds.

“He has a girlfriend” you say, taking another drink of your lemonade.

“God I wish there was alcohol in this” you chime again, mostly to yourself.

“Ok he has a girlfriend BFD he can't like her that much if he asked you for your number” she said with a satisfied shrug.

“Yeah that's just it, I don't wanna be the reason he leaves her. I mean we literally just met like what? Twenty minutes ago? And who knows how long he's been with her” you ramble. Your friend shakes her head

“Listen, whatever happens between them is NOT your problem. If he'd leave her for a girl he just met twenty minutes ago then clearly their relationship is already trash” she states. You look at her blankly for a moment before rolling your eyes.

“You just like the drama” you retort with an eventual smile. She nods proudly as she takes another sip of her drink

“I do! AND I like the guitarist so we're going to that show at that party” she decides. You chuckle and shake your head. Honestly you were excited to hear and see him again, you really really were and it's not like you guys were gonna make out or anything. You had no plans on doing anything that would jeopardize his current relationship, the two of you were just friends so far, not even friends, just acquaintances. Being an acquaintance sounded far better than being a home-wrecking hussy.

“That reminds me” you say, settling the storm of thoughts in your mind. Your friend looked up at you.

“Josh said that Jake, that guitarist you're in love with, was staring at you the whole show”  you proclaim readying yourself for the deafening overzealous girl-ish shriek that was sure to be escaping her perfectly glossed lips at any moment.

“WHAT??!” she yelled, her aura flashed at you like the aftershock of an atom bomb.l her face lit up with excitement and yours winced with the pain of her shriek ringing in your ears.

“Sorry I said anything” you reply but it falls on deaf ears.

“Oh my god what will I wear??” she asks her eyes darting off in thought.

“Wear two stamps and Saltine cracker for all I care , just don't get your hopes up about mr. wonderful there, boys in bands aren't really known for their long healthy relationships, more like short, shameful one night stands” you say.

“Yeah I don't care” she replies quickly. You smile, of course she doesn't. You can't help but feel differently about Josh, somehow you knew he wasn't like that. Maybe that was just you getting your own hopes up. He seemed genuine but you had only just met him so you couldn't really make a fair call yet. The rest of that day was full of water, sunshine, and lingering thoughts of two boys you hardly knew.

The next day was completely different, weather-wise at least. Dark, heavy clouds hung over your town like a horrendous guilt. A, what seemed to be never ending, shower of rain fell to the ground turning every home and business in Silver City, Michigan  into a lakefront property.

“Its about time you woke up” your friend smiles as you join her in the living room. She hands you a hot cup of tea, both of you still wore your pajamas which consisted of cotton shorts and old oversized t-shirts. The sound of rain dancing on the large window made you sleepy again, noting a huge crack of thunder and lightning couldn't solve though. Your body jolted in response to the loud boom. Your friend simply laughed and took another sip of her steaming beverage, smelled like vanilla chamomile.

“Shut up” you report playfully elbowing her in the ribs. You looked at your phone, you forgot you had turned it on silent last night. There was one unread message from a random number. Butterflies took flight against the walls of your stomach.

Josh.

You hated the fact that you couldn't help but blush and grin at the thought of him.

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

You chanted to yourself in incantation before refocusing and reading his message.

J: Hey, it's me! I hope you had a good rest of your day yesterday, sorry for the late text, I had to wait till my girl fell asleep to talk to you…

Your heart sinks. You felt so bad for his girlfriend, it's not nice of Josh to go behind her back BUT there are always two sides to every story and who knows maybe she's talking to another guy behind his back. Your thoughts flew around your mind like fireflies. You shook your head and watched them scatter out of your ears and disappear into nothing.

Y: hey Josh! I'm glad to hear from you, so when's that party?

You decide to completely ignore the fact of his girlfriend and ask about the show instead, you'd like to talk to him more about his relationship because clearly he wasn't very happy in it, but it wasn't your place to ask.

J: 343 university Dr. we play at seven but well be there around five, so does this mean you're coming?

Y: yeah well be there, my friend would drag me by my hair if I didn't want to go lol but she won't have to

J: well that's good news for your hair, its too pretty to be pulled around…..like that anyway

The butterflies made their way all throughout your body. Did he just compliment you? It felt so good to hear him say that, it made you feel like a little giggly school girl with a crush. On the other hand you couldn't stop wondering if he'd said the same to his girlfriend today or who knows maybe there's other girls. You signed and slump down in your seat. Why was this eating you alive? You really honestly didn't even know him that well. You didn't know his last name, his favorite color, if he'd ever broken a bone. All you knew was he was a boy in a band, with a beautiful voice and a face to match. You felt the butterflies melt into a warmth as thoughts of him filled your head.

Y: josh…

J: I know i'm sorry, I just… I can't help it. I'm usually not like this but I just feel pulled towards you..

Somehow you knew exactly what he was trying to say, you felt the same way. The two of you were magnetized towards each other. You needed to be in his life one way or another and you just might have to put your better judgement aside and let temptation take the wheel.

Y: I know, it's okay. You're really sweet and I appreciate that. I'm really glad we met Josh

J:Im glad we did too and I feel like we met for a reason, I have to go rehearse with the guys now, but i'll talk to you as soon as I can… maybe I can come see you tonight?

Come see you tonight? What does that mean? What would we do? What would he tell his girlfriend? You didn't know what to say, hopefully he would be too busy at rehearsal to have any free time tonight.

Y: sure, if you're not busy you can stop by, just call me or something, hopefully ill still be awake ha ha. If no then i'll see you at the show…. Bye Josh :)

J: haha ok bye y/n

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*later that evening*

“So you're going to let him come over tonight right??” your friend prys as the two of you walked through the mall. You rolled your eyes, as you often did around her.

“How did you even know about that?” you asked, swinging your bags as you walked. She looked down

“I may have just quickly skimmed through your texts while you were in the shower” she chimed with an innocent smile. You glared at her but couldn't hold back your laugh.

“Youre so fucking nosy” you reply shoving her gently. She smirks with a slight cock of her head.

“I dont go through your phone” you add. Her face goes blank

“Yeah well my love life isn't as exciting as yours right now, my phone’s dryer that the sahara” she responds with her usual quick wit.

“Well what about Jake, he might like you” you suggest.

“Yeah he MIGHT and I dont have his phone number so I cant talk to him” she argues.

“We’ll get it at the party don't worry” you reassure. She sighs and drops her shoulders.

“Yeah and so will every other girl within a mile radius” she retorts.

“Hey there were plenty of girls at the water park yelling his name but he only had eyes for you” you respond, you can tell what you said made her feel slightly better.

“Yeah well I guess we'll see, he is really cute though…. I'm totally getting his number” she chirps decidedly. You knew she would, it never takes much coaxing for her to want to get a guy's number, usually she didn't have to ‘get’ them, guys practically threw their numbers at her. I've gotta hand it to her this time though, Jake is a good looking gman.

Just then your phone rings, you look down and see Josh’s name flashing on the screen.

“oh shitting hell it's him!” you say looking at your friend like a deer in headlights.

“Well what are you out of your mind?? ANSWER IT!” she demands as she grabs your hand making you put your phone against your face.

“Hi, Josh” you say, shooing her hand away.

“Hey! I wasn't sure if you were going to answer” he says, you can tell a smile is beaming on his face.

“Yeah sorry my hands are kinda full and I had to dig in my bag for my phone” you lied. Your  hands were only carrying one bag, they were hardly full, and your phone was already in your hand as well. You didn't want Josh to know you were too nervous to answer right away and your friend had to basically force feed the phone to you.

“Oh well, i'm done with rehearsal.. What are you up to?” he asks, he must have JUST got done with practice because you can hear him and who you assume is the rest of the band fumbling with some equipment in the background.

“Oh me and y\f\n are just at the mall, well we're leaving now, we just wanted to pick up some new outfits for..” your voice trails. Shit. you did not want him to know you were here getting new clothes for his show, that would give him a big ego.

For christs sake y\n make something up QUICK BEFORE-

“For what?” he questions, his voice interrupting you from your panicked thoughts.

Fuck.

“Ummm for …. A birthday party! Yeah next weekend, her cousin's birthday party. Its gonna be on a boat at the lake so we wanted to get some beach appropriate attire” you say, what a shit-headed fucking lie, really? A birthday party? On a boat??? Josh simply laughs

“Birthday party huh? Sounds like a good time” he's smiling again.

“Well I hope you have fun.. So you wanna get together tonight?” he asks getting right to the elephant in the room. You pause and look at your friend who nods so hard you thought she was going to slip a disc in her spine.

“Aren't you really busy? You're in a band you must have like no free time to hangout with  me” you say prolonging your answer.

“Well no I don't have much free time, but i'm freeing up my time...for you” he responds. His words were so sweet but so hard to hear and they made you feel both happy and conflicted at the same time.

“I'll bring Jake,” he adds.

Your friend snatches your phone when she hears this.

“Yes! Lets hangout! Our address is 1342 sunfield st. Why don't you guys stop over, let's say,in  an hour!” she chimes cheerfully. You can hear Josh’s voice responding but cant make out what he's saying.

“Awesome see you guys soon!” she says once more before hanging up the phone. You just stand there looking at her with zero expression on your face.

“You'll thank me later” she remarks, tossing you your phone and continuing through the mall.

“Come on slowpoke we gotta get date ready!” she bounces up and down grabbing your hand pulling you along. You were really excited to see Josh again, nervous as hell, but excited nonetheless. What were you going to wear?

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The two of you finally returned back to your house, your friend made a bee-line for her room, you did the same. You stood hopelessly in front of your closet.

“God I have nothing to wear!” you holler to your friend.

“You can borrow something of mine,” she offers. You hear her shuffling through her drawers, she's probably ripping through her clothes.  With a quick pace you made your way to her room.

“What should I wear?” you ask looking through her clothes she's already tossed aside.

“I haven't the faintest idea, I guess it depends on what we're going to do. Maybe wear something practical? Multi-purpose” she suggests. No help. You grab a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black tank top that had a red floral pattern. This'll do. Sauntering back to your room you slip the outfit on and look at yourself in the mirror. Thank god you and her were basically the same size. Now all that was left was the matter of your hair and makeup. You decided to go with something simple, you didn't want to look like you were trying to impress him (even though you were). You tied your hair into a high pony-tail leaving a few strands down in the front to frame your face.

With gentle and effortless precision you put on your eyeliner, it really brings out your eyes and makes your cheekbones look nice. Usually that was the only makeup you wore, but tonight, you decided to put on some lipstick for good measure, a nice natural blush color. You smile at your reflection, which rarely ever occurred.

“You look great!” your friend's voice fills the air, light pink waves crashing over hot sand, you watch as the waves echo out of your bedroom window.

You turn to look at her, she's wearing a knee length sky blue spaghetti strap dress, it was simple and pretty and fit her frame perfectly. She wore a pair of white doc martens to top off her soft grunge look, her hair was down and barely touched her shoulders.

“What happened to ‘wear something practical’”? You question with a grin.

“To hell with it, I need to look irresistible” she answers.

“Well you do, I love that dress” you respond. There was a knock on the door, you and y\f\n looked at each other before the both of you  scurried excitedly to the door.

“Oh wait wait WAIT” you exclaim in a hushed yell as you ran into the bathroom, you grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed a careful amount over your body.

“Ok go go go” you say as you toss the bottle back on the counter. The two of you rush to the door looking each other over one last time before your friend pulls the door open. In front of you stand Josh  and Jake, both wearing sweet smiles.

“Hey,” Josh says looking at you, his smile grew softer and more sincere the longer he looked at you. You picked up on it and blushed letting out a pathetically soft “hi”

“Come on in” your friend says, opening the door even wider. The boys step inside looking around, taking in their surroundings.

“Nice place, Josh and I share an apartment” Jake states with a soft chuckle

“This is hardly our house, her parents pay our rent” you say nodding toward your friend. She smiles

“Yeah they're loaded! So what do you guys wanna do?” she says quickly. Jake laughs at her remark.

“We thought we could go for a walk, maybe get some ice cream” josh says, more to you than the other two.

“A walk? It's like 10 pm” your friend says a small laugh escaping her lips.

“That's the best time to go” Jake says.

“Don't worry we'll protect you from any robbers” Josh jokes. You smile, you did everytime he looked at you, you couldn't help it he was so pretty.

“Sounds fun” you chime.

“Im 100% getting blue moon” your friend says grabbing her purse

“Oh you don't need that, ill buy” Jake offers, your friend looks at you with a smile.

“My kinda guy” she jokes again. Jake and Josh laugh and you all head out the door. The night air was crisp and clean, the smell of rain still hung in the sky. The ground was damp and the clouds were still looming and dark, but the rain had settled to a light sprinkle. You could smell it all, the droplets that hung off the leaves and the wet earthy dirt they fell onto. It was your absolute favorite smell, it reminded you of fall, which was only a few weeks away. The thought of that made you face burn red as you remembered you told josh that you had a birthday party on a boat to go to in a few weeks not stopping to think about what season it was. Dumbass. There's no way he fell for that.

Jake and your friend trailed slightly behind you and Josh, keeping conversion as they did. You heard them both laugh every few seconds and they seemed to be getting along.

“You look really pretty,” Josh speaks, forcing your attention on him.

“Oh” you smile.

“Thank you, I couldn't really find anything nice to wear, so I had to borrow something of hers” you admit with a laugh.

“You could have worn a trash bag, you'd still look pretty,” he says. His voice was dark and gentle like melted chocolate. His words ripped through you like wind through trees and all you could think about was his girlfriend.

“Can I ask you something?” you question.

“You can ask me anything” he responds, his eyes searching the ground.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you ask, your voice falls a little. Josh looks at you and then a passing car steals his gaze.

“When I first saw you I felt this pressure lift from my shoulders and then I couldn't take my eyes off of you, even if I wanted to I couldn't. You filled my head and I hadn't even spoken to you yet. One look.. And you entranced me…” he says softly.

“There's something between us y/n and I need to know what it is” he speaks again. Both of you had stopped walking by now, Jake and your friend were across the street ordering everyone's ice cream and standing noticeably close. Now that you thought about it, so were you and Josh.

“What about your girlfriend?” you ask, barely able to form words, all you could focus on was his perfect lips and enchanting eyes. You were close enough that you could smell his faint cologne pass your nose with every slight gust of wind. Your mention of his girlfriend didn't seem to phase him at all.

“Things with me and her are complicated, our relationship was set up through our parents and it's just a mess.. A forced mess. She doesn't feel that close to me, I've known you for a day and I've felt more things with you than I've ever felt with her. He explains. He was being honest, it wasn't just a show or him telling you what you want to hear.

“So why don't you just break up with her?” you ask again.

“I've never broken up with anyone before… I don't know how...plus her dad is our band manager and it would just cause a lot of problems” he admits. You understood how he felt, you'd never broken up with anyone either, you've always been on the receiving end of a bad breakup. Jake and y/f/n return, arms full of ice cream.

“Peanut butter cup, your favorite” your friend chimes, handing you a double scoop of the creamy treat stuffed generously into a waffle cone. Waffle cones were amazing, you never understood why anyone got anything else, they were delicious and if you rice cream started to melt it would catch in the diamond shaped waffle divots of the cone and not drip on your clothes. Yummy and practical.

“Thanks” you say, taking a refreshing lick. The four of you walked aimlessly around town, talking and laughing the whole way until you eventually wound up back at your house.

“Wow i cant believe how late it is already” Jake says looking at his phone, which prompted you to do the same.

“Holy shit it's 1am” you say, which was probably a mistake because saying it out loud made you realize how tired you actually are. Josh looks at you  

“Yeah it's late but I don't wanna leave” he admits a smile forms on his sweet face. He looked cute when he was tired.

“....you can stay the night if you'd like” you say nervously tugging at the hem of your shirt. Josh's face lit up

“It is very dangerous to drive while you're tired” your friend comments. Jake smiles and looks at Josh as the four of you walk back inside.

“I'm game” he says plopping down on the couch.

“Yeah I guess we can just crash on the couch” Josh says with a shrug, your friend quickly intervenes.

“Oh no no no this old couch will kill your back, you can sleep in y/n’s room!” she offers. You freeze. In my room? In the same bed? At the same time?

“Right y/n?” your friend speaks again, with a perky tone. Her eyes grow wide, glaring at you for a quick second.

“Oh uh yeah totally, these couches are stone” you say trying to sound nonchalant.

“Jake and I will probably stay up a while, why don't you guys head to bed?” your friend says again. Wow she's really pushing for you two to be together. You laugh at her and once again roll your eyes.

“Yeah, cmon Josh, it's right down the hall” you say, leading him to your room.

He closes the door behind him as the two of you enter. There's a moment of silence.

“You know, I can sleep on the floor if you're not comfortable with this,” he says stuffing his hands nervously in his pockets. It was tempting considering he had a girlfriend already but you  couldn't remember the last time you vacuumed this floor.

“No that's ok, I'm fine with sharing the bed, I wouldn't ask you to sleep on the floor” you say with a chuckle before yawning.

“I'm more tired than I realized” you add , sleep tugging at your eyelids.

“Me too” Josh says stretching. You looked down at what you were wearing. Jeans. Yikes. You can't sleep in jeans.

“Do you want me to leave so you can change?” he asks, reaching for the door handle.

“Um yeah sorta” you giggle shyly, he smiles.

“Just knock when you're ready” he says, stepping out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. You quickly pull your clothes off and toss them in your laundry basket before grabbing light blue pajama shorts that had little red cherries patterned across them, then you grabbed the matching blue tank top and took off your makeup with some wipes you kept in your drawer. You let your hair down and checked yourself in the mirror before knocking twice on the door.

“I'm done” you chime. Josh steps back in, his eyes fall down your body and his facial expression softens.

“Still pretty” he says brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Your body warms to his touch. It was so gentle and soft, you look down, smiling to yourself.

“Are you gonna change?” you ask realizing he's wearing jeans too.

“Well I usually sleep in my boxers” he says, not breaking eye contact with you.

“That's fine, whatever's comfortable” you reply walking gover to your bed and sliding in. Josh starts to undo his belt and he lets his pants fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and pulling his shirt over his head. His body was a wonderful olive tone and he had a thin trail of  hair that led from his belly button to his… you know.

Your face flushes as you think more about how undeniably sexy he iis. He smiled almost like he could hear your thoughts.

“I'll get the light” he says, switching it off. Then there was darkness. You felt his body slide in bed next to you, immediately warming you. His smooth skin brushed against yours as he turned on his side to face you. His hand lifted to your face and he strokes your cheek with his thumb gracefully.

“This feels….right” his voice breaks the silence and floats in your ears.

“Yeah it does” you admit, he couldn't see it, but you had a huge smile on your face. Your bedroom window is wide open and it began to rain agoian outside, you could hear every droplet splash against the ground and the wind blew gently through the trees. The wind blew through the window sending a chill through your room. You got goosebumps and shook slightly. Instantly Josh wrapped his arm around your side and pulled you into his chest. His delicious cologne still lingering on his body. His warmth and the comfort of his touch had you sleeping almost instantaneously.

“Goodnight y/n” he said softly, his fingers tracing a pattern on your back.

“Goodnight Josh” you reply tiredly. You wondered what Jake and your friend were doing, they must have fallen asleep or were watching a movie because you couldn't hear them in the living room, you fell asleep trying to decide.

You were jolted awake by Josh who jumped out of your bed.

“What's wrong?” you ask as you sit up rubbing your eyes. You could hear him quickly pulling his jeans back on .

“Hey, go back to sleep, I just, I have to go,” he says, putting his shirt on.

“It's your girlfriend isn't it?” you question, he sighs and sits on your bed.

“Yea she called me like twenty times, it's already 10am….I should go” he says reluctantly. You nod, you didn't want him to leave but it really wasn't up to you.

“Okay” you say softly

“Hey….” he says getting closer to you, his fingers gently grab your face and he kisses you passionately. His lips are soft and hungry, he leans over you slightly as if he's trying to savor every last taste of you, but the two of you battle for power, he wins. His thumb strokes your cheek and he pulls away softly, your face still in his hands, your foreheads rested gently against each other’s. His eyes searched yours for forgiveness.

“I'll text you as soon as I can” he assures. You nod as he gets off your bed and heads for the door. He offers you one last smile before he disappears down the hall. You fall back on your pillow with an exhausted sigh. His warmth still imprinted on the sheets and his smell still drifting through the air.

[thesoundofnat]

Your smile is stupid (please smile at me again)

(pre-slash) Bucky/Sam

Summary: Bucky becomes Obsessed™ with Sam's smile and is very annoyed by it.

A/N: I don’t know what that title is either, but! I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1 343

It was unfair. Sam was a pain in the ass. A sarcastic bastard who thought he was so cool just because he could fly. Bucky could grumble about him for hours if no one stopped him, really, and Sam himself didn’t necessarily refrain from shooting back. It was an evergoing war between them, and then Bucky had to go and lowkey fall in love with his stupid smile. It was so so unfair.

“Look at him,” he was saying to Steve. “What’s there to smile over anyway?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Just ask him out, Buck.”

“I will do no such thing.”

“I may not be an expert on this, but I think there’s a lot of-”

“Sexual tension between them?” Tony said, plopping himself on Bucky’s other side. “Yeah. I’ve seen it.”

“Stop,” Bucky snapped, resisting the urge to jab them both in the guts with his elbows. “There’s no tension. He’s an asshole.”

“Oh, you’ve always liked the sassy ones,” Steve said, and Bucky prayed for his face to not heat up when Steve smirked. “The ones that talk back and will make you work for it.”

Tony snorted. “It’s a miracle you two haven’t boned yet.”

“I’m leaving,” Bucky announced, standing only to catch Sam’s attention by the movement, and when he turned during his conversation with Natasha with that smile still in place, Bucky nearly flung himself out the window. “Ugh.”

Steve and Tony were laughing, but Sam’s smile had been replaced by a frown as he left the room.

*

Bucky spent a blissful hour alone in the gym before Sam found him, still clad in regular clothes but approaching Bucky for a sparring session anyway.

“What’s up with you?” he asked, the two of them circling each other.

“Nothing,” Bucky replied, wanting to tell him to mind his own business, but for some reason feeling like he couldn’t.

“You’ve been acting weird recently.”

“It’s your face.”

“My face?”

“It annoys me.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I will beat your ass, Barnes, just you wait.”

Bucky laughed. Couldn’t help it.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” Sam’s lips were twitching in a way that told Bucky they longed to curl. “I’ll show you funny.”

He attacked, but Bucky acted on instinct, and soon they were not as much tumbling around as Bucky holding Sam down, the latter flailing so much it probably looked like Bucky was trying to kill him.

Bucky tilted his head at him. “You were saying something about funny?”

Sam huffed beneath him. “Super soldier strength does not count.” Bucky grinned, and Sam’s glare smoothed out as he rolled his eyes. “Okay, get off of me.”

“Not until you admit I’m the superior one.”

“I would rather die.”

“Okay.” Bucky straightened where he was sitting on Sam’s hips. “Then I’m not moving.”

“This is weird, you know that, right?”

“A few words will end it.”

Sam lightly hit his chest. “And have you hold it against me for the rest of our lives? I’m not that weak.”

“Good luck escaping then.” Bucky poked his belly. “Isn’t this a sweet spot?”

“I will kill you, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky laughed, and he truly could’ve sat there for hours watching Sam get increasingly annoyed had his laughter not prompted a small smile out of the other man. He heaved himself off of him immediately. “Right, that was fun. Time to go. Things to do.”

“Wait.” Sam sat up, frowning. “It can’t have been that easy.”

“You think I have the time to torture you all day? People to see.”

“You never see people.”

“Well, maybe I should start.”

“You got a date or something?”

“Why, would that bother you?”

“No,” Sam said quickly. Too quickly.

Bucky turned back to him. “Would it not?”

Sam licked his lips, not meeting his gaze now. “Why would it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look, you’ve been weird for days now, and it can’t all be because my face annoys you.”

“It’s part of it.”

“How?”

“It’s your smile, okay?” Bucky gestured toward him. “It pisses me off.”

“You know what, fuck you, Barnes.”

“No, I didn’t-” Bucky ran a hand over his face. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Sam crossed his arms. “Elaborate then.”

“I like it too much and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Had Bucky been braver he would’ve stuck around to hear Sam’s response. Would’ve taken his rejection like a man. But he already felt like he was about to explore, so he left, not hearing if Sam was calling his name or not.

*

Avoiding someone in this gigantic tower was easy. Avoiding someone who knew about all of your hiding spots was harder.

Bucky cursed the fact that, despite their constant bickering, Sam was the one to have guided him out of anxiety attacks and the everlasting urge to hide from the world. He used to blame it on the fact that it was kind of Sam’s job to help people, because thinking of a deeper meaning was too much for him. Now, as he wandered past the rooms and floors he found most solace in, he wondered whether he’d always been this much of a coward. What was it about Sam Wilson that made him want to hide from his feelings entirely?

He entered a room he’d never been in before; the windows taking up most of the walls, with no decorations and barely any furniture. A table, some chairs. Possibly a meeting room that hadn’t been used in a while. He walked toward a window, watched the busy streets so far down, the cars merely moving dots. Here he could stay, for the moment. Maybe bring a book next time he felt like not being found.

But of course Sam found him. Three hours into his meditation, back against the wall, the door slid open to reveal Sam himself. “There you are.”

“How did you find me?” Bucky asked, heart rate picking up so suddenly he felt trapped, but Sam didn’t enter the room fully.

“I asked JARVIS.”

Bucky swore. “I knew I had forgotten something.”

“The real question is,” Sam started, leaning against the door frame. Still not approaching him. “Why are you hiding from me to begin with?”

Bucky looked away, out of the window, at the buildings outside. “You know why.”

“Is it because what you said about my smile?”

Bucky shrugged. “Yeah.”

“That’s a silly reason to hide. Especially when, you know, I don’t blame you for being into this face. It’s a handsome one.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “I said smile, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Sam laughed, and Bucky had to look because he was weak. “I don’t know why I’ve been hiding, to be honest.”

Sam finally entered the room, sliding down the wall to sit beside him. “Well, you’re an idiot, so I can’t expect you to know why you do things.”

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Don’t be mean. I complimented your smile.”

“Right. I probably need to think of something I like about you to make it even then.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Shh, I’m thinking, this isn’t easy.” Pulling a face, Sam turned to look at him from head to toe. “Okay, this is the first time I’ve seen it, but that blush of yours right now is quite endearing.”

Bucky covered his face with both hands. “I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” Sam poked his side. “But at least you like my smile. That’s a start.”

“The start of what, exactly?”

“Not sure. I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

Bucky peeked out at him. Sam wasn’t looking at him. “You think?”

“Sure.” A beat, and, “How about we start with a date?”

“A date?”

“Uh huh.”

“The two of us?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “No, Barnes, me and the table. Yes, the two of us.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Sure. It could be fun.”

“I’m sure you’ll bend over backward to make it that so that you can see me smile again.”

Bucky laughed. “Careful before I change my mind.” But he didn’t, and never would.

[who-tf-stole-my-car-radio]

Vessel part 2

Your friend hurried back to the table. “What happened?!” She asked, her expression hungry for details. You simply shrug “he invited me to their next show at some college party, he invited you too .... and I gave him my number” you say with a melancholy tone. Your friends eyes were wide “why the hell do you sound depressed?!” She questioned “why are you not freaking out like me?” She added. “He has a girlfriend” you say taking another drink of your lemonade. “God I wish this had alcohol in it” you say again, mostly to yourself. “Ok he has a girlfriend BFD he can’t like her that much if he asked you for your number” with a satisfied shrug. “Yeah that’s just it, I don’t want to be the reason he leaves her. I mean we literally just met like what? Twenty minutes ago? And who knows how long he’s been with her” you ramble. Your friend shakes her head “listen whatever happens between them is NOT your problem. If he’d leave her for a chick he met twenty minutes ago then clearly their relationship is already trash” she says taking a perky sip of her drink. You look at her blankly for a moment before rolling your eyes “you just like the drama” you retort with an eventual smile. She nods proudly as she swallows her sip “I do! AND I like the drummer so we’re going to that show” she pointedly decides. You chuckle and shake your head. Honestly you were excited to hear and see him again, you really were and it’s not like you guys were gonna make out or anything. You had no plans on doing anything that would jeopardize his current relationship, the two of you were just friends so far. Not even friends , just acquaintances. Being an acquaintance sounded far better than home-wrecking hussy.

“That reminds me” you chime settling the storm of thoughts in your mind. Your friend looked up at you. “Tyler said the drummer, Josh, was looking at you like the entire show” you proclaim readying yourself for the deafening over zealous girl-ish shriek that was sure to be escaping her perfectly glossed lips at any moment. “WHAT?!?!” She yelled, her aura flashed at you like the aftershock of an atom bomb. Her face lit up with excitement and yours winced with the pain of her shriek ringing in your ears. “Sorry I said anything “ you chime but it falls on deaf ears. “ oh my god What will I wear??” She asks her eyes darting off in thought. “Wear two stamps and a saltine for all I care just don’t get your hopes up about the little drummer boy there. Boys in bands aren’t really known for their long healthy relationships, more like short , shameful one night stands” you say “Yeah I don’t care” she replies quickly you smile, of course she doesn’t. You can’t help but feel differently about Tyler , somehow you knew he wasn’t like that. He seemed genuine but you had only just met him so you couldn’t really make a fair call yet. The rest of that day was full of water, sunshine, and lingering thoughts of two boys you hardly knew.

The next day was completely different, weather-wise at least. Dark, heavy clouds hung over your town like a horrendous guilt. And a , what seemed to he never ending , shower of rain fell to the ground turning every home and business in Columbus Ohio into lakefront property. “It’s about time you woke up” your friend smiles as you join her in the living room. She hands you a hot cup of tea , both of you still wore your pajamas which consisted of, cotton shorts and old over sized t shirts . The sound of rain dancing on the large window in your living room made you sleepy again , nothing a huge crack of thunder couldn’t solve though. Your body jolted in response to the loud boom. Your friend simply laughed and took another sip of her, what smelled like, vanilla chamomile tea. “Shut up” you retorted playfully elbowing her in the ribs. You looked at your phone , you forgot you had turned it on silent last night. There was one unread message from a random number. Butterflies took flight against the walls of your stomach.

Tyler.

You hated the fact that you couldn’t help but smile and blush at the thought of him.

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

You chanted to yourself in incantation before refocusing and reading his message.

T: hey it’s me ! I hope you had a good rest of your day yesterday, sorry for the late text, I had to wait till my girlfriend fell asleep to talk to you...

Your heart sank. You felt bad for his girlfriend , it’s not nice of Tyler to go behind her back BUT there are two sides to every story and who knows maybe she’s talking to another dude. Your thoughts flew around your mind like fireflies. You shook your head and watched them scatter out of your ears and disappear into nothing.

Y: hey Tyler! I’m glad to hear from you, so when’s that party?

You decide to completely ignore the fact of his girlfriend and ask about the show instead, you’d like to talk to him more about his relationship because clearly he wasn’t very happy in it but it wasn’t your place to ask.

T: 343 University dr. We play at 7 but we’ll be there around 5 , so does this mean you’re coming?

Y: yeah we’ll be there, my friend would drag me by my hair if I didn’t want to go :) but she won’t have to

T: well that’s good news for your hair, it’s too pretty to be pulled around........... like that anyway

The butterflies made their way all throughout your body. Did he just compliment you? It felt so good to hear him say that, it made you feel like a little giggly school girl with a crush. On the other hand your mind couldn’t stop wondering if he’d said the same to his girlfriend today or who knows maybe there’s other girls. You sighed and slumped down in your seat. Why was this eating you alive? You really honestly didn’t even know him that well. You didn’t know his last name , his favorite color, if he’d ever broken any bones. All you knew was he was a boy in a band , with a beautiful voice and a face to match. You felt the butterflies melt into a warmth as thoughts of him filled your head.

Y: Tyler......

T: I know I’m sorry...I just ... I can’t help it. I’m usually not like this but I just feel pulled towards you...

Somehow you knew exactly what he was trying to say, you felt the same way. The two of you we’re magnetized towards each other. You needed to be in his life one way or another and you just might have to put your better judgement aside and let temptation take over.

Y: I know, it’s okay. You’re really sweet and I appreciate that....I’m really glad we met Tyler

T: I’m glad we did too and I feel like we met for a reason, I have to go rehearse with Josh now , but I’ll talk to you as soon as I can....maybe I can come see you tonight?

Come see you tonight? What does that mean? What would we do? What would he tell his girlfriend? You didn’t know what to say hopefully he would be too busy at rehearsal to have any free time tonight.

Y: sure, if you’re not busy you can stop by, just call me or something, hopefully I’ll still be awake ha ha. If not then I’ll see you at the show .....bye Tyler :)

T: haha okay bye (Y/N)

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*later that evening*

“So you’re going to let him come over right???” Your friend prys as the two of you walked trough the mall. You rolled your eyes

“How did you even know about that?” You asked swinging your bags as you walked . She looked down “I may have just quickly skimmed through your texts while you were in the shower” she chimed with an innocent smile. You glared at her but couldn’t hold back your laugh.

“You’re so fucking nosy” you retort shoving her gently. She smirks with a slight cock of her head. “I don’t go through your phone” you add . Her face goes blank “yeah well my love life isn’t really as exciting as yours right now, my phones dryer than the Sahara “ she responds with her usual quick wit.

“Well what about Josh, he might like you “ you suggest.

“Yeah he MIGHT and I don’t have his phone number so I can’t talk to him” she argues. “We’ll get it at the party don’t worry” you reassure. She sighs and drops her shoulders. “Yeah and so will every other girl within a mile radius” she retorts. “Hey there were plenty of girls at the water park yelling his name but he only had eyes for you “ you respond , you can tell what you said made her feel slightly better. “Yeah well I guess we’ll see, he is really cute though............I’m totally getting his number” she smiles decidedly. You knew she would, it never takes much coaxing for her to want to get a guys number, usually she didn’t have to ‘get’ them, guys practically through their numbers at her. I’ve gotta hand it to her this time though, Josh is a good looking man.

Just then your phone rings, you look down and see Tyler’s name flashing on the screen. “Oh Shitting hell its him!” You say looking at your friend like a deer in headlights. “Well what are you out of your mind ?? ANSWER IT!” She demands as she grabs your hand making you put your phone against your face.

“Hi Tyler” you say shooing her hand away.

“Hey! I wasn’t sure if you we’re going to answer” he says , you can tell a smile is beaming on his face.

“Yeah sorry my hands are kinda full and I had to dig in my bag for my phone” you lied. Your hands were only carrying one bag, they were hardly full, and your phone was already in your hand as well. You didn’t want Tyler to know you were too nervous to answer right away and your friend had to basically force feed the phone to you

“Oh well, I’m done with rehearsal.....what are you up to?” He asks , he must have JUST got done with rehearsal because you can hear him and who you assume is Josh fumbling with some equipment in the background.

“Oh me and (Y/F/N) are just at the mall, we’ll we’re leaving now we just wanted to pick up some new outfits for...” your voice trails. Shit. You didn’t want him to know you were here getting new clothes for his show , oh Christ (y/n) , make something up QUICK BEFORE-

“For what?” He questions. His voice interrupting your rampant thoughts

Fuck. “Um forrrr ...... a birthday party! Yeah next weekend, her cousins birthday party. It’s gonna be on a boat at the lake so we wanted to get some beach appropriate attire” you say. What a shit-headed fuckin lie. Really? A birthday party? On a boat??? Tyler simply laughed “Birthday party huh? Sounds like a good time” he’s smiling again.”Well I hope you have fun, so.... you wanna get together tonight?” He asks getting right to the point. You pause and look at your friend who nods so hard you could have sworn she was going to slip a disc in her spine .”Uhh aren’t you like really busy? You’re in a band you must have like no free time to hangout with me” you say prolonging your answer. “Well no I don’t have much free time, but I’m freeing up my time...for you” he responds. His words were so sweet but so hard to hear and they made you feel happy and conflicted at the same time. “I’ll bring Josh” he adds

Your friend snatched your phone

“Yes! Let’s hangout ! Our address is 1342 sunfeild st. Why don’t you guys stop over in let’s say.....an hour!” Your friend chimes cheerfully. You can hear Tyler’s voice responding but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“Awesome see you guys soon!” She says once more before hanging up. You just stand there looking at her with zero expression on your face.

“You’ll thank me later” she remarks tossing you your phone and continuing through the mall.

“Come on slow-poke we gotta get date ready!” She bounces up and down grabbing your hand pulling you along. Honestly you were really really excited to see Tyler again , nervous but excited. What were you going to wear?

—————————

When the two of you finally returned back to your house , your friend made a bee-line for her room , you did the same. You stood hopelessly in front of your closet. “God I have nothing to wear!” You holler to your friend.

“You can borrow something of mine” she offers. You can hear her shuffling through her drawers, she’s probably ripping through her clothes. With a quick pace you made your way to her room.

“What should I wear?” You ask looking through the clothes she’s already tossed aside.

“I dunno what are we going to do? Maybe wear something practical and multipurpose” she suggests. No help . You grab a black pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black tank top that had a red floral pattern . This’ll do. Sauntering back to your room you slip the outfit on and looked at yourself in the mirror. Thank god you and her were basically the same size. Now all that was left was the matter of your hair and makeup. You decided to go with something simple, you didn’t want to look like you were trying to impress him (even though you totally were). You tied your hair up in a ponytail leaving a few strands down in the front. Gently and with effortless precision you put on your eyeliner , it really brings out your eyes and made your cheek bones look nice. Usually that was the only makeup you wore, but tonight you decided to put on some lipstick for good measure, a nice natural blush color. You smile at your reflection, which rarely ever occurred.

“You look great!” Your friends voice fills the air like light pink waves crashing over hot sand, you watch as the waves echo out your bedroom window.

You turn to look at her, she’s wearing a knee length sky blue spaghetti strap dress, It was simple and pretty and fit her frame perfectly. She wore a pair of white doc martens to top off her soft grunge look, her hair was down and barely touched her shoulders.

“You look really nice too, I love that dress” you respond with a smile. Just then there was a knock on the door, you and (Y/F/N) looked at each other before the both of you scurried excitedly to the door. “Oh wait wait WAIT” you proclaim in a hushed yell as you ran into the bathroom. You grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed a careful amount over your body.

“Ok go go go” you say as you toss the bottle back on the counter. The two of you rush to the door looking each other over one last time before your friend pulls it open. In front of you stands Tyler and Josh , both wearing sweet smiles.

“Hey “ Tyler says looking at you, his smile grew softer and more sincere the longer he looked at you. You picked up on it and blushed letting out a pathetically soft “hi” .

“Come on in!” Your friend says opening the door even wider. The two men step inside looking around as they do.

“This is a pretty nice place, Tyler and I just share an apartment “ Josh says with a soft chuckle.

“This is hardly our place, her parents pay our rent” you say nodding toward your friend. She smiles “yeah, their loaded. So what do you guys wanna do?” She says quickly. Josh laughs at her remark.

“We thought we could go for a walk, maybe get some ice-cream” Tyler says , more to you than the other two.”A walk? It’s like 10pm” your friend says laughing.

“That’s the best time to go” Josh says. “Don’t worry we’ll protect you from robbers” Tyler jokes

You smile, you did every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help it he was so pretty. “Sounds fun “ you chime. “I’m 100% getting blue moon” your friend says grabbing her purse. “Oh you don’t need that, I’ll buy” Josh offers. Your friend looks at you smiling. “My kinda guy” she says jokingly , Josh and Tyler laugh and the four of you head out the door. The night air was crisp and clean and smelled like rain, the ground was still damp , the clouds were still dark but the rain had settled. You could smell it all, you could smell the droplets that hung on the leaves and the wet earthy dirt they fell onto. It was your absolute favorite smell, it reminded you of fall, which was only a few weeks away. The thought of that made your face burn red as you remembered you told him you had a birthday party on a boat to go to in a few weeks not stopping to think that it would be fall in a few weeks. Dumbass. He could probably drive a van through the holes in that story. Josh and your friend trailed slightly behind the two of you, keeping conversation as they did. You heard them both laugh every few seconds and they really seemed to be getting along.”You look really pretty” Tyler speaks forcing your attention on him. “Oh” you smile “Thank you, I couldn’t really find anything to wear so I had to borrow something of hers” you admit with a laugh. “You could have worn a trash bag, you’d still look pretty” he says. His voice was dark and gentle like melted chocolate mixed with blood. His words ripped through you like wind through trees and all you could think about was his girlfriend. “Can I ask you something?” You respond.

“You can ask me anything” he responds his eyes searching the ground. “Why are you so nice to me?” You ask, your voice falls a little. Tyler looks at you and then a passing car steals his gaze.

“When I first seen you, I felt this pressure lift from my shoulders and then I couldn’t take my eyes off you, even if I wanted to I couldn’t. You filled my head and I hadn’t even spoken to you yet. One look and You entranced me..... “ he says softly. “There’s something between us (Y/N) and I need to know what it is” he says again , both of you had stopped walking by now . Josh and your friend were across the street ordering everyone’s ice cream and standing noticeably close. Now that you thought about it so were you and Tyler. “What about your girlfriend..?” You ask, barely able to form words all you could focus on was his perfect lips and enchanting eyes. You were close enough that you could smell his faint cologne pass your nose with every slight gust of wind . Your mention of his girlfriend didn’t seem to phase him at all. “Things with me and her are complicated, our relationship was set up through our parents and it’s just a mess....a forced mess....she doesn’t feel that close to me. I’ve known you for a day and I’ve felt more things with you than I ever have with her” he explains. He was being honest it wasn’t just a show or him telling you what you want to hear. “So why don’t you just break up with her?” You ask again.

“I’ve never broken up with anyone before.... I don’t know how...” he admits. You understood how he felt , you’d never broken up with anyone either , you’ve always been on the receiving end of a bad break up. Just then Josh and your friend returned arms full of ice cream.

“Peanut butter cup just like you like” your friend says handing you a double scoop of the creamy treat stuffed generously into a waffle cone. Waffle cones were amazing. You never understood why anyone got anything else, they were delicious and if your ice cream started to melt it would catch in the diamond shaped waffle divots of the cone and not drip on your clothes. Yummy and practical.

“Thanks” you say taking a refreshing lick. The four of you walked aimlessly around town , talking and laughing the whole way until you eventually wound up back at your house.”Wow I can’t believe how late it is already” Josh says looking at his phone, which prompted you to do the same. “Yeah wow it’s already 1am” you say, which was probably a mistake because saying it out loud made you realize how tired you actually are. Tyler looks at you “Yeah it is late.....but I don’t wanna leave” he admits a smile forms on his sweet face. He looked cute when he was tired. “..you can stay the night if you’d like” you say nervously tugging at the hem of your shirt. Tylers face lit up. “It Is very dangerous to drive while your tired “ your friend says. Josh smiles and looks to Tyler. “I’m game” he says settling back on the couch.”Yeah I guess we can just crash on the couch” Tyler says with a shrug. Your friend quickly intervenes.

“Oh no no no this old couch will kill your back, you can sleep in (Y/N’s) room!” She offers. You freeze. In my room? In the same bed at the same time? “Right (y/n)?” Your friend speaks again, with a perky tone , her eyes grow wide glaring at you for a quick second. “Oh uh yeah totally, these couches are stone” you say trying to act nonchalant.

“Josh and I will probably stay up a while, why don’t you guys head to bed?” Your friend speaks again. Wow she’s really pushing for you two to be together. You laugh at her and roll your eyes.”Yeah cmon Tyler, It’s right down the hall” you say leading him to your room.

He closes the door behind him as the two of you enter. There’s a moment of silence.”You know, I can sleep on the floor if you’re not comfortable with this” he says stuffing his hands nervously in his pockets. It was tempting considering he had a girlfriend already but you couldn’t remember the last time you vacuumed this floor. “No that’s okay, I’m fine with sharing the bed, I wouldn’t ask you to sleep on the floor” you say with a chuckle before yawning. “Wow I really am tired” you add sleepiness tugging at your eye lids.. “Me too” Tyler says stretching . You looked down at what you were wearing. Jeans. Yikes. You can’t sleep in jeans. “Do you want me to leave so you can change?” He asks reaching for the door handle. “Umm Yeah sorta “ you admit shyly. He smiles.

“Just knock when your ready” he says stepping out of the room closing the door gently behind him. You quickly pull your clothes off and toss them in your laundry basket before grabbing light blue pajama shorts that had little red cherries patterned across them, then you grabbed a matching blue tank top , and took off your makeup with some wipes you kept in your drawer. You let your hair down and checked yourself in the mirror before knocking twice on the door.

“I’m done” you chime. Tyler steps back in, his eyes fall down your body and his facial expression softens. “Still pretty” he says brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Your body warms to his touch. It was so gentle and soft. You look down and smile to yourself.

“Are you gunna change?” You ask realizing he’s wearing jeans too.

“Well I usually just sleep in my boxers” he says not breaking eye contact with you. “That’s fine, whatever’s comfortable” you reply walking over to your bed and sliding in. Tyler starts to undo his belt and he lets his pants fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and pulling his shirt over his head. His body was a wonderful olive tone and he had a thin trail of hair that lead from his belly button to his......you know. Your face flushed as you thought more about his undeniably sexy body that stood before you. He smiled almost like he could hear your thoughts. “I’ll get the light” he says switching it off. Then there was darkness. You felt his body slide in bed next to you, immediately warming you. His smooth skin brushed against yours as he turned on his side to face you. His hand lifted to your face and he stroked your cheek with his thumb gracefully. “This feels......right..” his voice breaks the silence and floats into your ears. “Yeah it does” you admit , he couldn’t see it, but you had a huge smile on your face. Your bedroom window was wide open and it began to rain again outside, you could hear every rain drop splash against the ground and the wind blow gently through the trees. The wind came through the window sending a chill through your room. You got goosebumps and shook slightly. Instantly Tyler wrapped his arm around your side and pulled you into his chest. His delicious cologne still lingering on his body. His warmth and the comfort of his touch had you sleeping almost instantaneously. “Goodnight (Y/N)” he said softly his fingers tracing a pattern on your back. “Goodnight Tyler” you reply tiredly. You wondered what josh and your friend were doing, they must have been asleep or watching a movie because you couldn’t hear them in the living room, you fell asleep trying to decide.

You were jolted awake by Tyler who jumped out of your bed.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as you sat up rubbing your eyes. You could hear him quickly pulling his jeans back on. “Hey you go back to sleep , I just , I have to go” he says pulling his shirt over his head.

“It’s your girlfriend isn’t it?” You question. He sighs and sits on your bed “Yeah she’s called me like 20 times it’s already 10 am......I should go...” he says reluctantly. You nod, you didn’t want him to leave but it really wasn’t up to you. “Okay” you say softly. “Hey...” he says getting closer to you. His fingers gently grab your face and he kisses you passionately. His lips are soft and hungry, he leans over you slightly as if he’s trying to savor every last taste of you, but the two of you battle for power, he wins. His thumb strokes your cheek and He pulls away softly, your face still in his hands , your foreheads rested gently against each other’s. His eyes searched yours for forgiveness

“I’ll text you as soon as I can” he reassures. You nod as he gets off your bed and heads for the door. He offers you one last smile before he disappears down the hall. You fall back on your pillow with an exhausted sigh. His warmth still imprinted on the sheets and his smell still drifting through the air.

[chroniclerwabba]

it’s 5AM and i’m pissed about warcraft (mostly lore) again

I have a personal chip on my shoulder against Overwatch for reasons that might not be wholly valid. Project Titan (original OW) was started, and Blizz started to shift people around. Jeff Kaplan switched from working on WoW to Titan, and the game eventually got cancelled in 2014. Cataclysm’s released heralded a downturn for the quality of the game, not just in terms of lore.  The xpacs had a few good things in them (MoP is one of my favorites, the pandaren have great lore), but there was a lot of shit in there too. WoD was barebones as shit in terms of content with a completely nonsense storyline that took a huge shit on the lore. Titan was cancelled and recycled into Overwatch, a move that divided developers and even caused Metzen to quit.  I don’t blame or hold anger at Metzen for quitting (the guy had a fucking baby on the way, he needed to be a dad), but when he announced he was retiring, that’s when Warcraft really lost its magic to me and when I fell out of love with it.

So I blame Overwatch for what happened to Warcraft, which isn’t necessarly fair. Overwatch is fun and well made (in terms of art style that is, everything else is debatable). Maybe it makes more sense to blame the writers for losing their touch. But I still hold that slight disdain for Overwatch, even if it’s unfair. But enough about that; let’s talk about shitty lore.

Cataclysm is where the game just became bogged down with bad lore decisions, consisting of forced conflict and characters acting against their established selves to make said forced conflict happen.

Garrosh being made warchief was the first in a long laundry list of bad decisions. There was no reason Thrall would’ve logically made him leader even when being Grom’s son. It was evident he was not suited for this position and someone like Vol’jin or Saurfang should’ve taken the reins. He would’ve either kept him as a high ranking general like Nazgrim or waited until he matured a bit more and mellowed out to give him the mantle. It’s such a bullshit promotion that exists only to force conflict and have lore why PvP is still a thing (because it’s not like we can just have pvp be noncanon like bungie did with classic halo jesus fuck blizz you’re not 343 you don’t need to give pvp lore validity of fucking course the racial leaders aren’t really dead despite me killing them smh)

Garrosh is a bumbling inconsistent mess. In the books, Garrosh is smarter, but in the games, he’s a goddamn idiot and a brat with no sense of responsibility who blames Thrall during their fight in Nagrand (despite the fact that thrall literally left eitrigg, vol’jin, saurfang, and cairne behind to help him deal with shit and he tells them all to fuck off. also blaming thrall for him having to pick up the pieces is bullshit when he almost broke the horde because he literally kept trying to push the other races down into subservience, to a point where he tried to assassinate vol’jin). So Garrosh had no accountability as a leader. His whole plan to establish orcish supremacy and “make the horde great again” shows he has no fucking clue about orcish history despite his dad being IN THE SHIT. Orcish supremacy was all a lie concocted by Ner’zhul to fearmonger the draenei as evil invaders. Before the Horde, all the clans did was just live separately and fight the ogre empire who just wanted to enslave them. The Horde only exists because Kil’jaedan manipulated them into becoming one to wipe out the draenei. Garrosh doesn’t even know his own people’s fucking lore. Oh, and an extra special fuck you from when he said Thrall is no longer an orc. Nobody in the entire Warcraft lore has any right to tell Thrall he isn’t an orc. Thrall was a literal child soldier raised by Blackmoore to fight like an animal in his colosseum (his fucking name literally means SLAVE). The only human friend he had during his childhood was raped and beheaded and even lets Blackmoore’ men go free after he kills him in honorable combat.  Thrall has the most validity out of anyone in the Horde to be against the Alliance, but he just wants to give his people a home after the Legion stole it all and turned them into murderers. So anyway Garrosh can go fuck himself (except none of what I said actually matters because warlords of draenor established that all orcs are evil murderers even without demon blood so everything warcraft 3 was about means nothing i guess fuck you blizzard). Also, miss me with that bullshit about honor™ when you use a bomb to vaporize your enemies and not fight them by yourself on the fields of battle like your dad would’ve.

The Alliance hasn’t been written as morally grey or written to have flaws since Warcraft 3. Aside from Arthas’ and Jaina’s storylines, the rest of the Alliance is a bunch of assholes. Grom is forced to drink from the demon pool because the night elves started murdering them after they went to Ashenvale to cut down trees so they can build settlements to protect the orcs and their new tauren allies. The same allies the night elves just up and abandoned to be fucking murdered by the centaur almost to extinction despite how Cenarius himself blessed Huln Highmountain for his bravery for the tauren helping fight the legion alongside the kaldorei ten thousand years ago. So big fucking lore oversight, right? Also, since the kaldorei can just grow trees everywhere, why is there a logging crisis with the Horde? They can literally replace the trees right there. In fact, they could literally have solved the Horde’s famine crisis, but they don’t because they’re a bunch of stingy fucks who never get their shit called out. When people complain about Alliance favoritism, this is what they mean. The Horde always has to be the villain in some way, and the Alliance are always the good™ guys who never do anything wrong ever™. The closest we’ve gotten to the Alliance being somewhat morally grey was Camp Taurajo (which is swept under the rug with the biggest bullshit handwave by baine saying ehh it’s okay because that’s a realistic reaction). Jaina just straight up lets her men burn down and kill a bunch of native farmers whose race has lived here for years and never has to acknowledge this directly.

Jaina is almost as mishandled as Garrosh was. In the early days of MoP, they screwed up her being the anti-Horde character but could’ve salvaged it. Now they’ve just made her near irredeemable trash. So after Garrosh blows up Theramore and kills all her men, she’s pissed and out for blood and justifiably so. You want her to kill that motherfucker, but Blizzard doesn’t know about this thing called “moderation” or “reasonable chracter development” so they just decide to crank her up to 22 and have her be a stone cold murderer. She’s just gonna drown Orgrimmar and kill all sorts of innocent civilians inside, including an entire fucking orphanage of children she knows good and well exists since she’s visited the city many times before. Completely missed her the first time (because someone who watched her ex-fiance burn down an entire city including the children would be okay with killing children i guess). Thrall shows up and tries to tell her “hey, child murder is fucked up” and she doesn’t bother listening (apparently thrall isn’t allowed to be upset by children being victims of war despite having been a child slave himself but it’s somehow his fault because he made garrosh warchief even though there was no way he could’ve known this would’ve happen but whatever conflict i guess). So Kalecgos then shows up (who apparently is just her token love interest now and will never show up in the game to do anything useful so all that development he had in cataclysm is now moot. like fucking aggra at least helped thrall at the echo isles kalecgos didn’t do shit) and tells her “hey, child murder is bad” and it finally clicks in her head (so it took three times for her to figure out that she shouldn’t let small children die). Then we flash forward to Legion where Blizz has just decided they just don’t give a shit. Jaina shows up to Stormwind Keep and is pissed that the Horde abandoned the Alliance at the Broken Shore. So a grown ass woman in her 30s proceeds to be condescending and talk shit to a seventeen year old boy who just LOST HIS DAD about not wanting to fight two wars at once and risk crippling the Alliance (because apparently kul yiras no longer exists so she just can’t fund her own damn war i guess. also jaina apparently possesses a teleportation spell established since wotlk to exist that would’ve allowed her to save varian wrynn before he died so thanks a lot for the pointless death that could’ve been avoided for lore reasons, blizz. also we’re just supposed to forgive her racist piece of shit dad for wanting to commit ethnic cleansing and kill little orcish children because jaina needs to angst). Then she gets written out of the plot so Anduin never gets to call her out on the bullshit she tried to pull and so Blizz can shelve her for another forced war conflict. So Jaina has literally developed backwards to the beginning of Warcraft 3. Thanks, Blizz.

Sylvanas has angsted since WC3 that undeath is a curse and nobody should be subjected to it, only for Blizzard to keep turning her into Lich King 2.0 when we get Warlords of Northrend™ eventually (undeath is bad and i angst about it 24/7 so let me use all these chemicals to raise these people into zombies and plague the land but it’s okay because i think slavery is bad at least. also she’s afraid of going to hell to be tortured forever when it’s like “hey you dumb bitch maybe you wouldn’t go to hell if you didn’t keep raising people into zombies after establishing it’s a LIVING HELL TO BE A ZOMBIE”). So Sylvanas has also developed backwards. Thanks again, Blizz.

I’ve written this twice before, but Illidan is the biggest load of bullshit ever. In Warcraft 3, he was a great antihero. Kind of a dick, but you admired that he was out for himself. Now he’s the greatest™ hero™ ever™ that did nothing wrong™. He’s like a worse Anakin Skywalker.

All of WoD

anyway i’m going the fuck to sleep and then wake up in 5 hours to write wow fanfic to fill the hole that blizz’s nonsense created

[sebuckyverse]

Flight Buddy

Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! | On a plane. (Bucky x Reader) Warnings: smut clearly; oral (f receiving), dirty talk Word count: 1,7k A/N: Let’s just all ignore that this drabble is way over the word limit. But oh look! It’s Gen! @bucky-plums-barnes (Babe don’t kill me for the word count lol) LEAVE ME FEEDBACK!!!!!! <3

Masterlist

„Attention! Flight 343 from Sydney to New York is now boarding. Please make your way to gate 4.“

You gathered your backpack and started walking towards the gates, flicking your eyes up and down between your phone and the directions to gate 4. This was your first time abroad on your own and you were quite nervous at airports, fearing you’d board the wrong flight.

You followed the directions and some people that seemed to be heading the same way. You checked in successfully and boarded the plane, you were greeted by a lovely flight attendant wishing you a safe flight.

„19A.. 19A..“ you murmured to yourself looking at the numbers above the seats, looking for your own. Of course, you figured, that’s what the A meant. 19A was an aisle seat. You sighed and stuffed your backpack in the compartment above the seats and made yourself as comfortable in the comfortable leather seats that came with such long distant flights.

You were in the middle of texting your friend Genevieve of your safe boarding that you didn’t notice a man standing right next to you, holding a ticket of his own. The man cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your head in the direction of the voice.

„I think that’s my seat.“ He pointed his long slender finger to the seat next to yours.

„Oh, sorry.“ You stood from your seat and came face to face with a chest as thick and hard as a brick wall. The stranger squeezed past you and settled in his own seat, throwing a quick thank you your way.

After the plane had taken off and been in the air for a while, the sign for the seat belts went off, allowing you to free yourself of the confines. You lowered your seat to a more comfortable angle and kicked off your sneakers. Mindlessly scrolling though your phone, you saw from the corner of your eye that your flight buddy rose from his seat.

„Hey.“ He declared.  

„Hey back.“ You smiled politely, flicking your gaze back to your iPhone.  

„So I guess we’re neighbours for a while.“ He noted and scratched his couple of days old stubble.

„Guess so.“

„I’m Bucky.“

„Hello, Bucky.“ You shook his hand and frowned when he refused to let go.

„Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?“

„It’s Gen.“ You smirked. No way in hell were you going to give some stranger your real name. You have seen too many episodes of Criminal Minds to make that mistake.

„So, Gen. Would you like to join me in the mile high club?“

Your eyeballs almost popped out of your head and you scrambled not to drop your phone. „Excuse me?“

He chuckled. „Well, I uh.. You’re a very beautiful woman and it’s always been a dream of mine to do it on a plane.“

„What’s stopped you, then?“ You questioned.

„Haven’t found the right dame, yet.“ He winked and you had to admit, the guy was hot. Nice eyes, great smile, a broad chest that you’ve already had a close up encounter with. But this was ridiculous, right? Right. Then why were you having a hard time convincing yourself of that?

„You are incredibly bold.“ You shook your head in amazement.  

„Is it working though?“ His eyes lit up.

„No.“ You snapped and lowered your seat all the way down, now lying on your back, the small walls of the seat hiding your red face. This guy had you blushing way too easy.

To shake these impure thoughts you were having about your neighbour Bucky, you locked your phone and turned on your side, determined to get some sleep. But what didn’t come was sleep and what didn’t go was Bucky and his stupid offer. You failed to find a legitimate reason not to accept. A random sexy stranger was offering you his services and the more you thought about the two of you pressed against each other in the tiny bathroom cabin, the hotter you grew.

You waited a few more hours when mostly everybody was fast asleep, a few were watching a movie or listening to some music. This was as best as it was gonna get and you decided now was the time. You silently got up from your seat and checked behind you, where Bucky was also laying down, listening to music from his phone, drumming his fingers on his chest. As if he sensed someone was watching him, he opened his eyes and held your stare. When a tiny smirk appeared on his face, you knew he’d gotten your message.

You smoothed down your hair and were currently pushing your boobs up to your jaw when the door slid open and Bucky entered, locking the door behind him. You were staring at him through the mirror as he wrapped his arms around you waist and pulled you flush against his already stiff bulge.

A small gasp escaped your lips as he lowered his head right next to your hair while still holding your gaze in the mirror. „You changed your mind, why?“

You turned your head away, feeling shy. „I-I don’t know.“

„Yes you do. Tell me.“ He whispered, tightening his hold on your hips.

„I guess I haven’t been fucked properly in a while. Maybe you could change that.“

He smirked, clearly pleased with your answer. „Hmm.. Depends. Are you going to tell me your real name?“

„That is my real name.“ You lied. Your voice was so nervous and excited you didn’t even believe it yourself.

„No, it’s not.“ He roughly shoved you against the sink so your chest was pressed against the countertop, your ass in the air. Bucky palmed your jean clad ass, humming in approval. He reached out his hand and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging down the zipper. You turned your head to have a look at his actions, but Bucky noticed and he pushed your cheek back down against the cool marble surface.

Bucky dragged your pants down your hips, bunching them around your ankles, restricting much movement from your part. Bucky crouched down behind you, coming face to face with your hot, slick cunt. He dipped his thumb into your pussy, smearing your juices over your folds. You whimpered as he draw circles on your bundle of nerves. He did a few more circles before removing his thumb and sucking on it, moaning loudly.

„Please.“ You begged, needing his fingers back inside of you, needing his mouth on you.

„What? You need something?“ He probed.

„Yes, God. Need more.“ You pushed your ass towards his face to get him to continue.

„You know what you need to do.“ He smirked as he kissed the soft muscle of your ass, moving lower to your core, but not going all the way.

The torture was too much for you and you cried out. „Y/N, Y/N. My name’s Y/N, God dammit.“

„Nice to meet you, Y/N.“ Bucky chuckled and dove into your pussy, dragging his tongue up and down your folds, occasionally stopping to swirl his tongue over your clit. You closed your eyes and relished in the sensational feeling of Bucky’s tongue. You were nearing your orgasm as Bucky slipped his tongue into your hole, flicking it in and out but he pulled away before you could reach your peak.

„Asshole!“ You accused, watching him send you a sly smile and pulling his belt from its loops, unbuckling and unzipping his pants, pushing them down alongside his boxers. Your eyes went wide at the sight of his long, thick cock standing tall and proud, its pink head covered in drops of pre cum. Bucky reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a condom. He slipped it on with ease and grabbed your hips, positioning himself at your entrance.

„Ready? Don���t make too much noise now.“ Bucky snapped his hips and filled you in one delicious thrust. You closed your eyes again, both of your moans echoing in the small room. You felt the slight pain of him stretching you so much melt into need for him to move. You wiggled your butt, signaling for him to move, which he did.

Bucky pulled away, leaving just his tip in before pushing back in. He slowly picked up his speed and soon enough he was fucking you so fast and good. The heavy breathing mixed with your moans and Bucky’s grunts, the skin slapping against skin were borderline pornographic. The small cabinet quickly grew steamy, the hair sticking to your forehead with hardly any air to breathe. But neither of you cared about anything else than your building orgasms.

„You close, baby?“ Bucky asked, his voice low and out of breath.  

„Yess, Bucky, yes..“ You moaned in response, your tummy tightening with every thrust, ready to snap every second now.

„Fuuucking hell, you’re so good baby. Taking my cock so well, yeah? You like being fucked like this, don’t you? By a fucking stranger, huh? No one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. Every time you fuck some guy, you’ll be thinking of me. Every time you touch yourself, you’ll be wishing it was me.“

„Oh my God, Bucky. I’m gonna cum.“ You cried out. The words coming out of his mouth were only drawing you closer to climax. The coil in your stomach was now ready to snap. Bucky helped you out by attatching his fingers to your clit, roughly circling it.

„Do it, baby. Come on, cum for me. Let go.“

His words sent you tumbling over the edge as you exploded. Your orgasm washed over you, taking over your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your toes curling in your shoes as your body shook violently. You heard Bucky groan loudly, his hips snapping a few more times before stilling inside you, releasing himself into the latex.

Bucky leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, which reminded you that you hadn’t even kissed before jumping on each other and you wondered what his lips would feel like or what his tongue would taste like dancing with yours. Bucky carefully pulled out and discarded the condom into the toilet before flushing it down and helping himself back into his pants.

You stood on your wobbly legs and pulled up your own pants. You realized that everything he said was right – you’d think about him anytime you’d sleep with someone or fingered yourself. He was the best fuck you’d ever had.

But before you could thank him or have an awkward goodbye, he turned you around and pressed his lips against yours in a quick but tender kiss. He pulled back and reached into his jacket again, pulling out a folded piece of paper. „Call me.“

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