#idk if i should end it here or write a part 2 (or maybe part 2- 3 and 4 👀)

[barnesandwilsons]

Maybe, Just Maybe

a/n: yess guys i watched thunderbolts and i had to do something about it. lovedd the movie sm so here’s a little something i wrote… idk if i should write more because it’s literally just an introduction..??? didnt even bother to proof-read before i end up deleting everything

pairing: bucky x reader

tw: really bad thoughts from reader, bucky being sweet, walker being semi-mean, Red Room mentioned, bucky gives reader his clothes.

PART 2

word count: 2k+..?

summary: you're a new recruit to the thunderbolts, only knowing yelena from your old days, you struggle to find your place in this new environment.

You stepped off the black transport van, keeping your shoulders tense with your eyes scanning everything. A special thanks to your time at the Red Room –giving you paranoia forever. The cold air immediately greeted you as it pushed past your thin ass jacket, you didn’t shiver at all. You’re used to these types of climate, you couldn't afford to look weak in front of your new team. The Thunderbolts.

Behind her, Yelena dropped down from the van and gave her a light push with her arm. “You good?” she asks, in a low volume for only you to hear.

You gave her a curt nod and looked ahead of you, Yelena led the way towards the New Avengers tower. You notice a buff man with a metal arm standing in front of the doors, his arms crossed over his chest. 

One thing about the Red Room – it traumatized you. You were conditioned to have no fear. But, after years outside that hellhole – thanks to Yelena and Natasha – you started to feel things. Emotions. Fear. Distrust. Sadness.

Many people will describe you as always uncomfortable; in other terms you were uncomfortable around people you didn’t know. Coming back to the States, you realized some people truly are evil assholes. 

Yelena greets the man with the arm, “Hey, tin-man.”

He looks at her and nods his head towards you in confusion. You immediately grow nauseous.

“She’s with me.” Yelena reminds him.

He looks at you for a beat too long, your fingers twitch at your sides. You hate this feeling – actually being seen, a strong contrast to your old ways – disappearing in a flash. You turn your gaze away, fixating on a crack on the floor near your feet.

“Right,” the big guy said – Bucky Barnes, you remembered, the Winter Soldier, without his long hair he looks like a new man, he steps aside and realizes his harsh demeanor as he fixes it with a small smile, “Welcome.”

You say nothing as you walk past him with the blonde. Yelena says, “Y/N keep walking straight to the elevator and wait for me.” You continue walking as Yelena turns to Bucky.

“She’s not great with people.” Yelena says protectively, “So, don't take it personally.”

Bucky scoffs, “Didn’t notice.” Bucky really doesn’t blame you. He hasn’t met you for longer than 4 minutes and he can already tell you were damaged. In the nicest way possible, you reminded him of his old self.

Yelena tuts and walks to where you’re standing really awkwardly. You give her a smirk. “Nice digs.”

Yelena smirks, glad she finally has a place to call home, “You should see the kitchen, totally worth it.” She hits the button for the elevator, causing it to immediately open as you both step in.

—

NEXT WEEK

The mission didn't go exactly as planned. Many more bodies were wasted than anticipated. Bucky and You were partners in the same sub-division, meanwhile Walker and Yelena were on the other side of the building.

As the team made it inside the Avengers tower, Walker yelled, “Are you guys really that incompetent you can’t follow simple procedures?”

You frown, jaw tense, you know you messed up but he was being a tiny bit harsh. He turns to you and immediately frowns, “And you! The fuck is your problem–”

Before he says anything else, Yelena steps between you silently, face held up, like a shield. 

Walker’s sentence falters – because let’s be real who isn’t a tiny bit afraid of Yelena.

“She made a mistake,” Yelena says, her voice even.

Walker scoffs, clearly done with this shit, “Whatever. Next time, keep her in check.”

No one moves until he storms out the room, his footsteps finally fading away to his room. Bucky then turns to you, “You okay?”

You’re about to answer, but Yelena does that for you, “She’s fine.”

Bucky looks to Yelena, then to you, then back at her and nods awkwardly, “Alright then.” Then he makes his way to the kitchen, probably to get himself some much needed coffee. Yelena follows him and you can’t help but feel helpless, you know you made a mistake, but it isn’t your fault. You did seem a bit kill-hungry, maybe it was the way the Red Room had embedded this hunger into you. Or maybe it was the coping methods you used to relieve yourself from the never-ending weight of the world on your shoulders.

After they leave, you exhale a breath you didn’t even know you took. You make your way into your room and look around. You curse yourself for thinking you can do this —- because you can’t.

Not with how your hands won’t stop shaking once you’re alone. Your heartbeat trying to claw its way out your chest, and certainly not with that terrible voice in your head whispering that you’re shit, and that you always will be.

You sit on the edge of your bed and dig your fingers into your stomach, hopefully trying to drown out these thoughts with pain. Repeating that you’re fine and this is totally normal. 

Add that to the list of the many things that's wrong with you.

You sit in the dark for a while, the warmness of your room seeping into your bones, the soft hum of the compound being the only sound. You think about how Walker’s words sting, you think about the 4 bodies that happened to die by your hand today, you think about how Bucky looked at you as if he was trying to understand you. 

You almost chuckle at the thought because you're still trying to understand yourself. You hated that he looked at you so gently. How his blue eyes tried to unravel your soul and purpose of being here. You hated it because it made you want to spill your secrets, on why you’re like this, on how the Red Room forged you into this fucked-up piece of shit who can barely form a single thought without thinking about the blood on your hands.

You dig the fingers against your stomach harder. 

Oh the unnecessary deaths.

You hate that part of you still flinches when someone raises their voice, even if it is Walker being a jackass. You hate that you aren’t normal enough to love the fact that someone as sweet and kind-looking as Bucky motherfucking Barnes even looks your way. Because what if he sees your worth? What if he finds out that you truly are damaged and unfixable?

You’re not good. You’re not a hero. Hell, if the perspectives were turned, you were a villain. You’re blessed to have Yelena fight for you because you’ve done immeasurable things. You don’t even count yourself as a person anymore, you were forged and made into a weapon. Someone who was kept on a leash from an early age, you have to pretend you’re healed from it. No emotion and no hesitation showing; just how it was back in the Red Room. You’re not even sure about how you didn’t snap yet.

You press your forehead into your knees, maybe staying this way will dull away the pain. Just for the night. You need to find a way to deal with this before it gets worse, because you can’t afford to fall apart now. Not when you can feel something good within these four walls. A family. The Thunderbolts didn’t turn you away when Yelena brought you here. You have to prove to them that you belong here.

A knock raps gently on your door.

Once. Then Twice.

You freeze. You don’t answer. Silently praying to any God that can hear you that whoever it is will go away. As you hold your breath you hear a voice,

“It’s me.” 

Your face cringes. Fuck. You blink, once, then twice, then again for good measure.

Bucky.

“I–” He pauses, careful about his choice of words, “I know you’re probably not in the mood. I just wanted to – I made you a sandwich.”

You frown, tilting your head to the left. He made you a sandwich?

You don't speak yet. You don’t even move from your spot.

But he doesn’t leave, he continues, “It’s a peanut butter sandwich.”

You stare at the door. You hate how sweet this man is. His kindness feels as if you’re using him, like if he offers you a sliver of kindness, you’re taking something that you don’t deserve.

You get up from the bed, because now that you think of it. You are hungry. You open the door and see that he has changed into a much comfier set of clothes; a black shirt showing off his metallic metal arm, along with gray sweatpants. You can’t lie, he looks good right now.

As soon as you open the door, he looks down at you and notices you still in your gear. But before he even mentions that, you say something, “I’m allergic.”

He looks confused. “Huh?”

“To peanut butter.”

He blinks, “Allergic?”

You nod sadly, “Deadly, even.”

Silence. Another beat of silence passes as you guys share eye contact. Then, Bucky chuckles, “Yelena literally made you a peanut butter sandwich yesterday.”

You freeze. Oops. “It was my cheat day.”

“Yeah, okay,” His lip twitches, almost like he’s fighting a smile. You’re funny, he’ll give you that. “Well besides your allergies, I can make something else?”

You cringe. Maybe Bucky Barnes is something good. Maybe he is the light at the end of the tunnel. Or maybe you’re spiraling to have something good in your life. Either way, it doesnt change the fact that he’s practically begging you to eat.

You glance down at your tactical boots, you still see remnants of blood on them. “You don't have to.”

“I know,” he says simply, “But, I’m still here.”

Your eyes flick back up to meet his. Warmth. He’s not trying to push. Just offering.

“I dont know what, I would like to eat,” You admit softly as you cross your arms across your chest.

But that doesn't faze him, “Good thing, we have a big ass kitchen, with an even bigger food selection."

You snort under your breath softly, he smiles at your response. Grateful that he’s finally seen you smile ever since you got here. He’s about to turn to lead you back to the kitchen but he remembered you’re still in your gear.

“Go on and change,” He started, “I know you’re uncomfortable right now.”

You look back into your almost empty room. Kinda embarrassed you admit, “The few clothes I came with happen to be in the wash..”

He pauses, brows furrowing slightly before his expression softens, “Hold on.”

He disappears back into his room at the end of the hallway, leaving you at the doorway, half regretting that you opened the door and the other half grateful that you did. When he returns he’s holding a black hoodie and gray sweats – which looks incredibly too big for you.

“Here,” He offers you, as he holds it out to you as if he’s giving you a high five.

You hesitate. “Isn’t that yours?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s clean though.” He smiles awkwardly. Maybe he’s coming off too strong. He doesn’t wanna scare you off.

You take it. “Thanks.”

He nods. No problem.

“I’ll be in the kitchen.” He says, before heading off.

You watch him go and as soon as he’s gone from your vision, you look down at the clothes in your hand… and smile.

You quickly change out your clothes and immediately wear Bucky’s. It’s soft. A nice alternative to the previous clothes you’ve worn. It smells so warm as well. You look into your bathroom mirror and see yourself, you look tired and worn out. Setting a quick reminder to yourself that after your meal, you need to sleep for about 12 hours.

Bucky’s hoodie easily covers your whole torso and is almost too long for your arms. The sweatpants are almost dragging the floor, but they are soft and warm, so who are you to complain?

You couldn't believe it. Just a few hours ago, you were taking lives. But now? Now you are in a new home. With people who might become your new family.

With another quick glance at the mirror, you walk outside making your way into the kitchen.

Not because you’re fine. But because maybe, you’re starting to believe that you could be.

[lilbitt]

What are Brothers For? Part 1

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore X Annie

A/N: Sooo, Hi! I write a lil bit, but I’ve never written fan fiction a day in my life and I blame this entirely on Michael and Wumni for shooting that scene the way they did. And I blame Ryan too, for leaving it like that. My brain wouldn’t let me rest until I got these words out on a google doc and I figured I’d post it, cause why not. Lol enjoy, or don’t idk. May not be that amazing but EYE was cheesing while writing it. Also, this is damn near 9k words. I, honest to God, tried to end it at 5k, then 6, then 7 and Stack and Annie? Yea, those mfs were NOT letting me. I do not take responsibility for this length. It ended when they were done 👐🏾

C/W: A lil angst, SMUT, cursing, a beginner in writing southern dialect 🥹, MDI

Part 2

She should have felt it. As soon as she opened her eyes and dragged herself out of bed. If not then, while she prayed and tended to her alter. If not then, while she washed up and ate a quick breakfast. And if not then, while she opened up shop, despite the rare but heavy downpour that’d started, and that didn’t leave her anticipating many – if any – visitors. She shoulda’ felt that something was….off – something in the air that would make an ordinary Tuesday, unordinary. But she hadn’t.

She blamed it on her mood, on the nasty attitude she’d been tryin’, and failin’, to shake. It’d overtaken her senses. The persistent thrum of irritation buzzing under her skin. The annoyance that’d started off twisting low in her stomach, before slitherin’ its way up to her chest where it settled – heavy and uncomfortable. The anger that gripped at her throat – pointed, hot, unrelentin’ like the Mississippi heat. It was all too heavy, and all that heaviness was distractin’. 

Still, she tried to go on like business as usual. 

While rain pounded on the roof, Annie worked. Or she started to, taking some light inventory, and then staring into space as if orders filled themselves. As if enough doing nothing could clear her head, and settle her heart, and allow her to do the sacred work her people trusted her with. Truth was, she hadn’t felt clear – hadn’t felt at peace – in days. And maybe that was her fault. Keeping her thoughts to herself and not speakin’ the words she knew she should be mature enough to express. 

Words she felt she shouldn’t have to express. 

And that’s what really had her swallowin’ down the things that’d be better off spoken. Cause, before, they hadn’t needed words.  Annie and Smoke had put the work in, learned each other inside out – had energies so intertwined they could sense when everything was all good. Could sense when it was the opposite. And all it took was a look, a touch, a twitch of a lip to fill each other out and fix what was goin’ on. Even after he’d left for some years, chasing money she didn’t ask for and running behind a brother that would never sit still, their connection was still there. Hadn’t just disappeared. She could still read him better than any bones she threw. And he could still read her – should still be able to read her. Pick up on her moods. Fix what was wrong. But, Annie guessed to fix what was wrong – one had to notice somethin’ was wrong, and to notice somethin’ was wrong, one had to be around – and these days? His black ass never was. 

Between the Juke, and whateva’ the hell else he and Stack got up to, Annie didn’t see much difference between him being up north versus back here in the Delta. He was never around when he’d run off to Chicago, and he was hardly around now. 

Annie sucked her teeth, just thinkin’ about it. Why should she have to beg for a scrap of his attention after he’d left her? After she’d taken him back despite the pain he’d caused? The pain he was still causing? She wouldn’t do it. Shouldn’t have to do it. Not when he’d talked so much shit ‘bout how he loved her, and was sorry, and was ready ta’ pick up where they left off. It had all sounded good, but words anit mean nothin’ when the only time he cared to be around was when he was sleepin’. 

She was confused, and angry, and hurt, and neglected, and horny and it was fuckin’ wit her mojo. She was love and light, and he was bringin’ storm clouds.

Annie shook her head at herself, laughing, completely unamused. “Who else but the great Elijah Moore to get me outta character?” He made her sick. An’ she wanted him to fix it. 

A pounding, heavy like the rain, but louder and harsher on her ears, startled Annie out of her thoughts, and she jumped a little, head turning towards her door. The wood threatened to cave in, somebody was kockin’ so hard. 

“Now just who in the hell–?”

“Annie! Girl, open this do’. A nigga ‘bouta drown out here!” 

Her big brown eyes were rolling before Stack even finished speaking. This ain’t the Moore she’d asked for. Still, she padded across the room to answer, save he actually break her door down and she have to cut him as a result. She swung the door open, just as Stack, who stood protected from the rain on her porch, had raised his hand to ‘knock’ again. 

“You done lost yo mind bangin’ on my door like that? What’s wrong with you?” 

Stack’s thick lips split into a grin, arm dropping at his side. 

“Now, why you gotta greet a nigga like that Annie? I was just makin’ sure you heard me.” His dimple popped, gold caps glinting. “Now lemme in. It’s nasty out here girl. Hot as hell too.” 

And it was. Just cause it was raining in the Delta, didn’t mean it was cool in the Delta. The heat was still there. Now it was just wet heat – thick and humid and suffocating. Still, Annie didn’t move, crossing her arms under her heavy bosom instead. 

“What chu’ want Stack?”  

His shoulders rose then dropped, lips still curved up. “I was in the area.” 

Annie’s cheek didn’t even twitch. 

Stack wrinkled his nose playfully.

“You so mean sometimes,” he laughed. “Nah, you got me. I’m playin’ errand boy. Smoke sent me to check up on ya’. Figured it was gone start rainin’ and wanted to make sure you was good. Glad my ass left ‘fo it really started coming down.” 

Annie’s cheek twitched at that. But not cause she thought somethin’ was funny. Wasn’t shit funny bout what he’d just said actually. 

“‘Scuse me?” 

The heavy feeling that already sat in her chest grew heavier, distractin’ her and allowing Stack to slide inside, her feet shifting unconsciously to let him by. 

He walked in like he owned the place, eyes flitting over the herbs, and spices, and everything else she had lining the shelves in her shop. He didn’t know if he believed in all that – magic, and spells, and spirits. There was damn sure no magic present when he was growin’ up. No spirits watchin’ over him. No spells to make the bad go away. But shit, maybe it wasn’t like that for everybody – maybe some niggas had somebody on the other side lookin’ out. And maybe he’d had his brother, and his brother’d had him and that was all they’d needed to get through. 

“He sent you to what?” Stack turned around to face her.

“To check on you. Why you looking like that?” 

Annie didn’t know how she was looking. But she could guess. She felt her eyes squint further, like she could make sense of the words Stack was saying. Not that they were hard to comprehend, just that–

“Why he couldn’t bring his ass down here and check on me himself?” 

Stack blinked. Then smirked. 

“He holed up in his lil office, stressin’ bout numbers like always. What, you miss him? Yo man’ll be back tonight girl.” 

Annie laughed. Sharp, decisive, done.

“The hell he will,” Annie started walking, stompin’ really, deeper into the house, leaving the door wide open. “You can take yo’ happy ass right back down to that Juke Joint and tell ‘im I’m just fine. And tell that nigga to get comfortable down there while you at it, cause he ain’t comin back here. Run that errand.”

She entered her small kitchen, pacing back and forth to work out some of her energy. He’d been coming in after she’d already went to bed, rising before her eyes were open in the morning, and now he couldn’t be bothered to come out and check on her himself? 

Stack didn’t go back to the Juke. Instead, he closed the door, shutting them off from the rain that was coming down harder than before – as if it sensed the river of emotion welling up in Annie – and followed behind her.

“Uh,” his voice paused Annies pacing. She turned her head sharply in his direction, eyebrow arched like she dared him to say somethin’ stupid. “Y’all havin a lil lovers spat or somethin’?” 

“Or somethin’.” Her voice was flat. “I ain’t in the mood for you or yo brothers shit today. You can let yoself out.” It wasn’t Stack she was mad at. Not really. She loved Stack, not so much as a brother, but more so as an extension of Smoke. There wasn’t one without the other. Elijah wouldn’t be Elijah without Elias, and vice versa, so she’d made space for both men in her life when she committed to being with one. Right now though, she didn’t have space for either of them, especially Stacks childish ass.

“Now hol’ on,” he stepped further into the kitchen, voice light, lips tugging upwards like this was a game. “Why it gotta be all that? Big brotha’ fuckin’ up? What he do? Talk to Stacky Stack.” He pulled out a chair, plopping down and leaning back, spreading his legs wide like he had all the time in the world. Like Annie wasn’t spitting fire at him with her eyes. 

“You think this funny Stack?” She stood directly in front of him, lips twisting up. “You ain’t bout to come up in here, treating me like I’m a joke, cause you a child stuck in a grown man’s body, and can’t take nothin’ serious. Now I told you to leave.” 

His eyes got comically big, “Who said you was a joke??” 

She’d opened her mouth to respond, stepping forward threateningly, and he quickly cut her off. 

“Annie, swea’ fo’ God, I don’t think you a joke. I know better than that. My bad for playin’.” He raised his hands in surrender, dropping any smirk that’d lingered on his lips. “I just ain’t know y’all was fighting, is all. Anit like y’all.” 

Annie considered him for a moment, and then sighed, shoulders losing their defensive edge, and feet starting to pace again. 

“We ain’t fightin’,” she mumbled. “He gotta be around for us to fight.” She was talking moreso to herself, finally speaking the words that’d been tumbling ‘round in her brain the last few days. “Maybe I was mistakin’ thinkin’ we could pick up where we left off. Thinkin’  that spark was still there. Maybe things done changed too much. It gotta be that. Been waiting on him all this time, just for him to come back and treat me like this? It anit that much busy in the world.” 

Annie huffed, shaking her head. “Maybe I just need to cut my losses. Go be wit’ somebody that wonna wake up to me in the morning at least.” 

Those last words were spoken out of hurt, just her venting mostly, but Stack sat straight up, eyes narrowing on her with a seriousness that rivaled his brothers. 

“What chu’ mean?” 

Annie paused, blinking, and turning her head to face the younger twin like she’d just remembered he was there. 

He was watching her, posture stiff, muscles tensed in his collared shirt like he didn’t plan to exhale til she answered. 

Annie raised an eyebrow. She knew why he was looking like that, and she doubled down, purely out of spite. 

“I meant what I said. Maybe I needa’ find somebody new. Put all this old shit behind me.” 

There. Let him run back to the Juke and report that to Elijah. 

Stack studied her for a beat and then slowly, much to her amusement, shook his head. Like she’d just asked him for permission to move on. 

“Nah. We ain’t gone go and do that. The nigga been a lil busy – I’ll give you that. I’ll tell him start bringing his ass home earlier, but you know he love you. You ain’t gon’–”

“I ain’t gon’ what?” She cut him off, laughing. “Stack, I’ma grown ass woman and I’ma do whatever I please.” 

Her laughter stopped. “Just like he do whatever he please.” The anger that’d been gripping her throat, let go, and the words came pouring out her mouth like lava. “The nigga like a ghost. After leaving me for all these years, he come back, and he like a ghost. Always at that damn Juke Joint, and wherever else he be. Ain’ never got time for me. For the woman that prayed over him every day while he was gone. For the woman that prayed over his brother. 

“No. Its fuck me. And he anit even been doin’ that. So if I wonna be wit’ somebody who actually present – who don’t avoid me like I’m the klan – who wants to be around me, and talk to me, and touch me, I can do that and it ain’t a thang a Moore on this earth can do about it,” she looked pointedly at Stack. “Any Moore.” 

A boom of thunder rang out, loud, and deep, and damn near shaking the little shack. It was warning them of the storms to come. Warning them that the rain wouldn’t be stopping no time soon, and that the Delta better get ready for a flood.

Neither party in the kitchen flinched at the sound. Their eyes remained locked, Annie’s chest rising and falling in anger, Stack still unmoving, still tense. He broke eye contact first, ‘hmming’ in the back of his throat, eyes darting to the floor before jumping back to hers. He nodded once, like he’d just made a decision, and then sat back in the chair, legs spreading wide again, shoulders dropping in that low easy way of his. He tilted his head back a little, let his eyelids drop slightly.

“C’mere.”  

Annie blinked. 

“Boy what?” His tone had dropped, voice low and thick and sweet – like honey. A tone that probably worked on every other woman in the Delta. Annie just looked at him like he was crazy. 

“You heard me. C’mere.” 

She stayed where she was, arms crossing, and eye brow raising in warning. 

“Boy, if you don’t get up, go on somewhere, an’ stop playin’ wit me. I just told you, this ain’t a game.” 

“You right, it ain’t.” He let his eyes roam her lazily, cocking his head a little as he traced over the swell of her chest, the curve of her hips, the softness of her stomach. He let her see that he was looking, even as her eyes narrowed dangerously at his gaze. “It ain’t a game at all Annie,” he was still talking low. “You plannin’ on gettin’ some random niggas killed, all cause you a lil mad right now and that ain’t right girl.” 

Annie’s face screwed up.

“Cause I’m ma–”

He cut her off.

“You say Smoke ain’t takin’ care of business? I believe you. His drawers up his ass right now. The nigga done forgot what he got at home. That’s his bad. Lemme talk to ‘im. But you know ain’t gon’ be no other niggas Annie. Don’t even talk like that. 

“You say you needa’ be listened to? Needa’ be touched? Needa’ work out some of that pressure? I’ll handle allat right now, but don’t make ’im – make us – put some nigga six feet deep cause you wonna act out.” 

Her mouth parted, no words coming out, as she processed what he’d just said. 

“Now, c’mere.” He jerked his head lazily, signaling for her to step forward. 

The processing was done. 

She laughed. Not meanly. Not angrily. Genuinely laughed for what felt like the first time in forever. The sound that bubbled up out of her throat wasn’t light and airy and polite. She was damn near wheezing, hunched over like he’d just told the joke of the decade. The sheer audacity of the Moore men – of men in general – needed to be studied. She didn’t even think Stack was playin’. She believed he was dead serious and that made her laugh harder, right there in the kitchen in front of his face, paying no mind to the way his lips started frowning up – to the way his eyes narrowed. 

“What’s funny?” 

She wiped at her eyes, standing up straight, and trying to get her shoulders to stop shaking. 

“You Stack. You are what’s funny,” she looked him dead in the eyes, not phased by the look she saw on his face. She saw that same look on Smoke’s face all the time. The exact same look – literally. “You think you can ‘handle’ me and Smoke wouldn’t put you six feet deep? You think you, can tell me, what I can and cannot do? You think if I even let you touch me, you’d have the slightest idea of what to do wit’ all this?” She chortled. “Nigga please. Even if you did know what to do wit’ me, an’ you don’t, it anit gone fix what Smoke is doin’. You don’t know nothin’ bout this Stack.” 

Stack shook his head.

“Ain’t ‘bout fixin’ what he doin’. It’s ‘bout makin’ sure you good, til he fix what he doin. Makin’ sure you don’t make us drop no bodies cause you ain’t thinkin’ straight.” He wasn’t laughing wit her. But he was smirking now. Leaned forward in the chair, elbows on his knees, hands hanging loosely. Even as his jaw jumped. He made himself focus on the other thing she’d said, letting that shit ‘bout not being able to handle her go unacknowledged. For now.

“You ain’t gotta worry bout me. This ain’t ‘bout me and Smoke anit puttin’ me six feet no where. Y’know it don’t work like that Annie. I am Smoke. Smoke is me. I’m bouta help my brother keep the best thing that ever happened to him. That ain’t the same as you havin’ some random nigga thinkin’ he can slide up in here and take what anit his.” He suddenly stood, and Annie instinctively took a step back, before remembering who she was and squaring her shoulders. 

“Now, you gone c’mere’ or you gon’ make me come over there?” 

Annie’s voice was more serious the next time she spoke. 

“Stack..” she warned. “Enough of yo games. Go ‘on somewhere–”

He was up on her. Two long strides is all it took to close the distance between them and he had his chest pressed to her titties, stomach flush with hers, one arm locked tight around her waist, before she could even startle. 

Annie’s arms instinctively went to push at him as she breathed, 

“Stack what the– mmmm,”

Her own words trailed off, dying on her tongue, when his other hand gently, but swiftly, tilted her face, and his fat tongue hit her neck. 

“Stop being ungrateful. I’m tryna’ look out.” 

There was no hesitation as he tongued her neck, and Annie’s brain clouded for a moment when he tongued at a particular spot, sucking gently and then harder, when he realized what he’d found on the first try. 

She wasn’t laughing, or sassing him, now. Now, she was being reminded of just how long it’d been since she’d had a man wrapped around her like this. Being reminded of how good it felt. She almost titled her head back to give Stack more room to work, fingers instinctively clenching at the fabric of his shirt – before she remembered this was indeed, Stack sucking on her neck like he had every right and all the time in the world. 

She resumed pushing at the solid frame in front of her. 

“Stack, c’mon now. Stop, hmm, stop playin’.” 

He gave one last hard suck on her spot, before pulling his head back to look at her. She was trying to look stern, lips pressed in a firm line, eyebrows furrowed. But them eyes – them big brown eyes, told it all. His gold caps glinted, hand rubbing at her lower back, right above where all that ass she had on her sat. 

“Who playin?” He licked his lips like he could still taste her skin. “Told you, I’m helpin’. You needa be touched?” His hands were suddenly gripping at her dress, pulling at the blue layers, raising the fabric. “I got chu’ Annie. You ain’t gotta get niggas killed cause you need some lovin’. I’ll get that anger worked out of ya.” 

Her hands dropped from his chest, down to her dress, pushing the fabric back down whenever he went to pull it up. Once. Twice. Thrice. His movements were lazy, consistent but unrushed, his deep brown eyes glittering with amusement and the beginning sparks of lust. Annie on the other hand, was fighting for her life. 

“Stack, I will put a root on yo’ ass!” The threat didn’t have the intended affect, cause her pupils were blown just a little too wide, nipples poking at her dress just a little to pointedly, voice coming out just a little too breathless. She couldn’t let him get that dress up. One, cause it was Stack and two, cause–

“Gahhh damn. This pussy always dripping like this, or that’s just cause of me?” Between their dance of pushing her dress up and down, one of his slick hands had managed to get underneath the fabric. He anit even waste time toying wit’ her, smoothly working his fingers into her drawers and between her fat, soft lips. Annie gasped, brain short circuiting for a moment as his thick digits slid up and down her vulva, not aiming for anything in particular just yet. Just feelin’ all that wet. Stack smirked sharply. 

“Why y’all women do that? This pussy needy as hell, and you tryna deny her. Mm, mm, mm,” his fingers fluttered over her hole and then slid right back up. Up and down, up and down. “This shit don’ even make no sense. I barely touched you.” He shook his head like it was a shame.

 “Yeah, Smoke fuckin’ up. You got every right to be mad girl. Wet ass pussy like this, you needa’ be taken care of every day. Shit.” The rain falling outside was no match to the fuckin’ tsunami he had his fingers sliding through right now. Stack wanted all that wet in his mouth. Around his fingers. Around his dick. When he got back to the Juke, he and Smoke was gon’ have words, cause that nigga was trippin’, letting all this slip through his fingers. 

Annie’s breath stuttered when his fingers just barely brushed her button, and then left it alone. Like he was teasing her. She choked back a noise that was rising in her throat at the loss, letting go of the useless hold she had on her dress and gripping his wrist instead. She just held it, like she didn’t know whether to pull his hand away or push it back upwards, under her hood where her clit had started to poke. While she contemplated, Stack’s fingers still leisurely explored. He felt her soft curls, her softer lips, that hard clit he was purposefully avoiding, and his mouth watered. Slowly, he worked his fingers back down, ignoring the way her hand tightened on his wrist and positioning his thick digits at her entrance.

“Stack, shit, Elias wait,” At the sound of his real name, Stack paused, eyes jumping back up to meet hers. Annie’s lips were parted, eyes low but still sharp, still working, like she was deciding on something. 

“What? You really ain’ bout to let me give this pussy what she want?” He asked, the playful edge in his voice not really that playful. 

They both felt the way her little hole had started twitching, like it could sense something wanted to enter and was glad to let it in. There was no denyin’ the juices that were running over his fingers and sticking to her thick thighs – no denyin’ the heady scent of her pussy that rested in the air between them, warm and spicy and enticing. 

Annie studied him. Face so much like Elijah’s, but so different – much like their personalities. She bit her lip, turned something over in her head, shook a memory from the past away and then made her decision. 

“If we do this, and you don’t leave this pussy ruined, you will walk outta here with a root on you.” And she halfway meant it. 

This wasn’t ‘bout Smoke, or whatever the hell was wrong wit’ him. Wasn’t ‘bout the past, or even Stack really. This was ‘bout Annie getting hers. After the way she’d been feelin’? She deserved. 

Stack’s head cocked, teeth flashing like a shark who’d just caught the scent of blood. His eyes shined mischievously, a “Be careful what you ask for,” dropping from his lips, like a promise and a warning, right before two thick digits buried themselves to the hilt in Annie’s soft channel. 

Her head fell back immediately, a whimpering, “Oh fuck,” falling from her lips. He was stretchin’ her, that tight pussy of hers locking down on his fingers like it was trying to stop the intrusion and make sure it never left at the same time. 

“Mmmm,” Stack kissed at the column of her throat, trying to pull his fingers out a little and smirking when he couldn’t. “You gotta lighten up. Let me work.” 

Annie wasn’t tryna hear that. 

“Either you know how to break in tight pussy, or you don’t.”

Stack had her laid flat on her kitchen table before she could exhale. Annie gasped, doe eyes bugging impossibly wider as she looked up at Stack. 

He’d yanked his fingers out of her heat, turned her big fine ass around, and laid her out like a Sunday dinner after church. 

“‘Thas’ like the third time you done talked to me like that. Like cause I’m tha’ lil brother, I’m a lil nigga.” He forced her legs open, forced her dress up and out his way, eyeing the damn near translucent gusset of her underwear. “Promise yah Annie, that’ll be tha’ last time you do that.” 

He ripped her drawers off her like they were made of paper, and before Annie could even hiss at the stingin’ feeling it’d left on her thighs, Stack was on his knees, fingers buried back in her tight heat, and tongue deep between her lips. He damn near put his whole face in the pussy and Annie’s hips shot up instinctively, running from that good feeling he suddenly had thrumming through her body. Stack wasn’t trippin’, he just followed. Like a dog with a bone. Flattening his wide tongue and licking through her sticky wetness long and slow, like he was gathering as much of her juice as he could on the way up to her clit. 

And when he got there? 

It was like music to his ears – mo’ beautiful than the blues even – the way she moaned his name. 

“Stack, oh my God.” 

It’d been so long since she had somebody on that spot. 

Stack locked his lips around her bud, eyes peering up at them big heaving titties and that pretty face he could barely see, as he circled his tongue clockwise, then counterclockwise, and back again around her bundle of her nerves. Her mouth was dropped open but her pussy was like a vice around his fat fingers, and this time he anit say nothin’ bout her needing to lighten up. He just forced her open. Just broke her in. He worked his fingers in and out of her gushy walls, fighting back against the tight snap of her hole over and over again. 

“Hmm, oh shiit.” Her eyes closed on their own accord, hands scratching at the table like she was looking for something to ground her. It felt like her pussy was alive the way it was pulsing – the way it was crying. Annie didn’t even know what to do with all the good she was feeling. Hadn’t expected to be seein’ stars like this. For as much as Stack played, he was takin’ this serious. Lapping at her clit like he was scared it would disappear, like he was delirious for her pussy, jaw be damned. On and on it went, licking all the way down to where his fingers were buried. Licking all the way back up to that special spot, and giving it the attention it was askin fo’. 

He let his teeth graze her button and Annie keened, hips finally dropping back on the table with a thud. 

“Fuck, Stack. Do that again.” It was just on the right side of too much. Toeing that line of pleasure and pain that made everything go fuzzy. 

He soothed her clit with his fat tongue, and for once, followed orders. Let his teeth, gold caps and all, graze her bundle of nerves again. And again. And again. Always soothing her in between. Always working his fingers in and out of her center, groaning into the pussy as her juices took over his senses. 

She matched him, groaning louder, hand finding the top of his head, as her hips rose again. Not running. But using. 

“Eat that fuckin pussy Stack. Eat that gushy fuckin pussy. This what I deserve.” 

She anit have to be on his face to ride his tongue. She was guiding him, movin’ his head where she wanted, hips rolling slow as they raised up, then dropping back down fast, lovin’ the way her fat clit felt against his tongue.   

“Ouuu, Stack.” She spit his name out, teeth clenched so hard that if she wasn’t careful, she’d break one. 

“Why are you eatin’ it like that, fuck.” 

Stack fought the hold she had on his head, raising his face up for a second. His twinkling brown eyes looked dark as tar now. His facial hair dripping wit’ her essence. His voice guttural when he said, 

“Cause this how good pussy deserve to be eaten Annie.” 

And then he was back in it. Tongue hitting every spot she had down there. Fingers twisting up inside of her like he was searching for something hidden. Annie’s eyes rolled, body falling back on to the table for good as Stack thrummed her clit with his tongue like he was playin’ guitar. 

She was starting to feel achy down there. In a way that had her pushin’ at his head for him to stop, when what she really needed was for him to keep goin’. And he knew that. Stack brought his free hand up, locking his fingers with hers and keeping her out his way. 

Another boom of thunder sounded outside. Still warning of that flood that would surely be comin’ soon. 

“Stack. S-stack. You eating it too good. I can’t - I can’t–”

But she would. 

Stack lathered her clit in his spit. Pushed his fingers back inside her. Held ‘em there. Angled ‘em down. And then told all that sweet cream to come on, fingers curling up in a come hither motion. 

And Annie? 

Annie almost crossed to the other side before it was her time. 

She screamed, big thighs clamping around his head, stomach tightening viciously for a second and then completely deflating as her pussy gushed, releasing all that pint up juice she’d been holding. 

Stack let her smother him. He anit care. He’d die in the pussy, right between ha’ thick ass thighs if he had to. Long as she got what she needed. Long as it put her head back on straight. Smoke always cleaned up Stack’s messes, Stack was committed to returning the favor. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Stack!” 

Annie flooded his mouth. 

Stack drunk it all. 

Big tongue slurping at her nectar, trying to get up in her hole and get it from the source. He was greedy. And that trait remained firmly intact whether he was chasing money, or eating pussy.

Annie banged her hands on the table, hips turning every which way as Stack sucked her through her orgasm. 

Words fell from her mouth in a language he didn’t understand. He ain’t have to understand it though, to know she was sayin’ she felt good. 

By the time she was pushing at his head again, her sensitive center actually needed a break. The pussy was quiverin’, it was so overwhelmed. He obliged, pulling his face from between her thighs, lickin’ his lips and shakin’ his head like he hadn’t gotten enough of her. 

“Could bottle that shit and sell it girl. Fuck some herbs,” Stack flexed his jaw as he stood and stepped back, lookin’ down where she laid splayed out on the table. 

His dick was past solid. Hard like his head. And lookin’ at her, dress halfway up her stomach, legs spread wide and still trembling, rich dark skin that he now knew for a fact tasted as sweet as it looked – he was ready to give her what she really needed. Somethin’ to really work that anger out of her, till Smoke got his fuckin’ head on straight. His hands went to his slacks. 

Annie was still tryin’ to catch her breath, eyes still screwed shut, body still in another dimension. That was the type of mouth you did put a root on – just to keep it comin’ back. The tension she had been carryin’ in her body all day – all month damn near, had leaked right out with the rest of the liquid she’d gushed. Annie felt her lips tug up, head still far in the clouds and body still mostly mush. 

“Guess you ‘ont got that big ass mouth for no reason,” she teased. 

Stack let out a bark of laughter and she cracked her eyes open. 

 “I ain’t got this big ass dick for no reason neither.” 

Annie managed to prop herself up on her elbows, eyes dropping from Stack’s smirking face, down to the long thick dick he held in his hands. Annie blinked, her center clenching, like she hadn’t just came five seconds ago. She watched as Stack stroked himself, from root to tip, pearly white drops beading at his mushroom head. Pretty dick, for a pretty nigga. She bit her lip, eyes jumping back to his face. 

He smirked, but it wasn’t playful. It was salacious. It made her center clench again. 

He stepped forward. 

“Before I give you this,” he stroked his dick, “I wonna’ say sorry.” 

Annie’s brows furrowed. 

“Nigga left all them years ago cause I convinced him to go.”

Annie felt her high fading fast. 

“Stack, I don’t want to–”

“Nah, lemme talk Annie,” he cut her off, taking his last step forward, lettin’ go of himself in favor of grippin’ her hips – pulling them closer to the edge of the table. 

Annie choked in surprise, gasping when Stack’s big hands went to the back of her thighs next, putting them in the air and making her legs fold in on themselves. She felt her pussy spread open, like a flower blossomin’, cause of the new position.

“Stack -”

“Maybe if we wouldn’t of never left, the nigga wouldn’t be actin’ so stupid right now. Shit wouldn’t be strained ‘tween y’all. He feelin’ like he don’t deserve yo forgiveness. Wouldn’t be nun’ to forgive, if he wouldn’t of never left wit’ me.” 

Annie disagreed. But she wasn’t ‘bout to talk about it right now. 

“Stack -”

He slapped his heavy dick down on all that wet, right between where her nether lips had spread, and both of their eyes fluttered. The next time he spoke, his teeth were clenched.

“I’m bouta fuck yah so good you forgive both a’ us,” his accent wrapped thickly around his words, like feeling all that gush against his dick was makin’ him lose it. “Bouta fuck yah so good, you forget all that hurt you was feelin’. Fuck yah so good, you know he sorry, befo’ he even say it. Fuck yah so good you know I’m sorry.” 

Annie was tryin’ to focus on his words, tryin’ to hold his gaze, but he’d started moving his hips as he spoke, sliding his member up and down between her soft folds, nudging her clit with his big head on every pass. Her eyes fluttered again, head dropping, a low “Ouuu”, slipping past her lips.

Stack watched her for a beat, sliding his dick through the mess she was making, once. Twice. Three times more. 

“We so sorry mama.” 

And then he slid in deep. 

Thunder clapped outside.

Annie’s breath left her body, fluttering eyes flying right back open, soft brown orbs gazing up at him like he’d just taken something from her. He bit back a curse, throat working as her tight heat enveloped him. Smoke was fuckin’ crazy.  

Stack gripped at her pillowy thighs – could already tell he was gone be the one that had to keep ‘em in the air – and let his signature smirk take over his face.

“Now what was that you said earlier? Bout how I ain’t know what to do wit all this? Wit’ you?” He tilted his head like he was thinking. 

“Stack..” Annie breathed, trying to sound stern through her panting. “Don’t go doing too much no-”

“Let’s test that out, Annie. See if you know me, as well as you know magic?” 

He slid out slow, all the way to the tip, making her feel every inch of what was stretching her wide. Annie’s toes flexed in her boots. They weren’t even undressed. She anit have to be naked for Stack to give her what she needed though. And Annie was ‘bout to get exactly that. 

“Sorry ‘bout this too,” he said, shrugging, eyes squinting playfully. “Cause you gon’ feel this shit.” 

Any quick witted response was derailed as a yelp tore from her throat instead. 

Stack had his pelvis pressed firmly against hers, every inch of that dick buried back inside her heat before she could blink.

Deep. 

He was so deep.

She could feel him in her chest where that annoyance had set. Could feel him under her skin, all over, where that irritation had thrummed. Could feel him everywhere, he was so deep.

Stack slid out, slowly like she was somethin’ precious. And then he slammed right back inside, thick length hitting every wall, every corner, every hidden spot in her pussy. And then he did it again. And again. 

Annie’s mouth formed a round O, hands clutching at her dress, thighs trembling in his hold. Stack wasn’t even giving her time to adjust. And it hurt so good.  

He trailed his eyes over her open mouth, her shaking hands. Snapped his hips forward harder.  

“What’s wrong wit’ chu? This what chi’ wanted right? What chu’ needed? What you was ‘bout to run off on my brother to get?” 

His fingers hadn’t done a damn thing to loosen her up. He had to bully her pussy open over and over again, had to force all that tight, to stretch.  It was like it couldn’t make up its mind – the way the pussy was leaking every where, hugging him like it never wanted him to leave one second, and then fighting him the next, tight hole locking back up every time he slid out to the head. 

“Oh my – ugh Stack!” She said his name like she was mad at him. If that was the case, she was only ‘bout to get madder. 

His narrow hips worked, pure bliss coursing through his body as he felt all that good surround his dick. All that slippery nectar. Them gushy walls. He changed his angle a lil bit, and then his eyes narrowed – jaw jumped, when Annie fought his hold on her thighs. Not to run. But to spread her legs wider.  

He was moving in her easier now, all that liquid she was leaking making it possible for him to slide in and out as he pleased. Annie was adjusting. Annie was feeling – none of the bad from this morning. This week. This month. No, Annie was feeling good and Annie was just getting started. 

He’d stroked inside her again, new angle hitting a spot, deep and hidden and one she could never reach on her own. One that had her slamming her feet down on the table, spreading her thighs wide, licking her full lips. 

“Again! Do that agai- ugh yesssss!” 

Stack leaned forward, hands coming down on the table on either side of her frame, gold making an appearance when he smirked down at her. 

“Do what again? This? Do this again?” 

He pulled out, immediately thrusting his hips forward into that soft spot she was talkin’ ‘bout. What felt like raw electricity shot through Annie’s body at the movement. 

“Yesssss, that’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout. That’s what I need.”

Stack obliged. Hips moving like the pussy was running away from him. In and out. Always going deep. Always hitting that spot. He watched her closely, lip tucked between his teeth. Tracked the little gasps that left her mouth every time he drove into her. The way her brows furrowed. The way her eyes fluttered. The way she fought to open them back up every time, meeting his stare head on. 

“Ouuuu Stack – my God!”   

Outside the rain kept comin’. In sheets. In droves. Weighing down the branches of trees. Turning dirt into mud. Creatin’ puddles now – and much worse later. Water was needed. To nourish, to clean, to grow. But the rain? The rain was an inconvenience. And it anit care. Still kept comin’. Pitter pattering against the windows. Falling from the sky. Unrelenting. Unforgiving. The Delta would just have to deal. 

Outside lighting flashed. Outside thunder roared. 

Inside? 

Inside, Annie cursed. And Stack cursed back.

“Fuck! Fuck this pussy! Fuck this pussy just like that! Don’ stop, Stack.” 

He grunted, talked right over the loud squelching noises that filled the room, “I ain’t stoppin’. I’m in this shit. Who can’t handle you? I’m in this shit, girl!” 

Annie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, hips raising to meet his like he wasn’t droppin’ the dick fast enough, “Ouuuu, give me that dick Stack. Give it to me! I wonna feel it in my stomach. I feel it in my stomach!” 

Stack swiveled his hips while he was still buried deep, stirring all that wet. All that juice that was dripping down his dick. “I’m fuckin’ you good? Fuckin’ you how I said I would?” 

Her pussy pulsed in agreement with her, “Ouuu yes, yes, yes. You fuckin’ me so good, don’t stop.”

Stack went from holding himself up by his hands, down to his elbows, getting closer, boxing her in. His lips found that spot on her neck, sucking hard. Mouth came up to her ear, talkin’ shit. 

“Ain’ gon stop. Sayin’ sorry remember? Gotta fuck this good wet ass pussy tell she forgive me.” 

Annie moaned, hands coming up to grip at his strong arms. “She say she ain’t gone never forgive you. You gotta keep fuckin me, keep fuckin me, oh my god, Stack. I feel it!” 

Stack wanted to laugh at her words. Couldn’t. Cause he felt it too. The way that pussy was tightening up, getting impossibly wetter, jumping around his dick like it couldn’t wait to release something it’d been holding back. 

He swiveled his hips. Stroked her from root to tip and back again at an impossible speed. Fuckin’ into her like he had a point to prove. Like he had a relationship to save. Annie scratched at his arms, then rubbed, like she was soothing the sting. 

He clenched his jaw, feeling her pussy jump again, feeling that tight hole get tighter, “Pussy must be magick. You put some magick in this pussy girl? Huh? This good pussy got some mutha fuckin magick in it?” 

Annie couldn’t speak. All she could do was whimper. Grip his arms tighter. Leak all over him. Brace herself for what she felt building inside of her. For what she felt about to snap loose. 

Stack pulled out, then slammed in, making Annie cry out in ecstasy. He gritted his teeth. Felt his balls start to tighten.

“All ‘dem years ago, sayin’ you ain’t want both uh’ us,”

He pulled out, then slammed in. 

“This make me think yah was lyin’ Annie.” 

Pulled out, then slammed in. 

“Cause the way this pussy talkin?” 

Pulled out, then slammed in. 

“Pussy sayin’ you shoulda been let me in.” 

He brought his face right above hers, roamed his eyes over all that pretty. All that strength. All that perfect. 

He pulled out again. 

“Pussy sayin’ she ‘ont ever want me leave Annie!” 

Then slammed in. 

Annie shattered. And Stack stilled, mushroom head pressed right into that gushy spot, unmoving, even as the rush of liquid that erupted from her pussy tried to force him out. 

“Oh my – Oh my – Elias – STACKKKK!” 

She wasn’t cumming. She was flooding. Pussy raining down on Stack, not unlike the rain outside. 

Pleasure. That’s what she felt. So consuming it ran from the ends of her hair to the tips of her toes. It overwhelmed her. Annie ran for the first time, thighs trying to snap close, hips trying to jerk back, trying to get him to lay off that spot before she passed out. 

Stack ain’t care. Stayed on her. Stayed pressed into her even as his knees went a little weak at the feel of her walls choking his length. Her wet surrounding him. 

“Stop runnin’ from what you need,” he slid his arm between them, forced one thigh back open. “Jus’ take it. Get all that bad energy up out ya’.” 

Annie didn’t have no choice. She came tell her ears were ringing, tell her breath left her body, tell she didn’t even know what bad energy he was talking ‘bout. 

And Stack watched, head tilting almost in wander, eyes raking over her face like he’d never seen a prettier picture. His dick jerked just lookin’ at her, and his eyes snapped shut, willing himself not to nut. 

Annie was trying to get air back into her lungs, walls squeezing around Stack again – not on purpose, just on instinct, and it was enough to make him lose it.

“Shit,” he cursed, eyes still closed tight like that was the only thing keeping him sane. “You good if I move?” 

She blamed him. For how good he’d just made her feel. Blamed Smoke. For how long it’d been since he’d touched her. Blamed them both for what came out her mouth next, eyes cracking open slowly, voice coming out breathy, taunting.  

“You good if you move? Look tense. Can’t handle a lil’ pussy? The lil’ brother got lil’ stamina?” 

His eyes flew open. Shock and indignation both clouding those dark orbs. He’d just fucked life back into her. They both knew it. And still Annie pushed. Because if he could give it? She wanted more. Honestly, who knew when she’d get loved down like this again? She was bein’ greedy, takin’ as much as she could while it was offered. She deserved to be greedy. 

Stack blinked above her, less focused on his urge to cum now, and more surprised by how much of a brat Annie was being. He’d never pegged her as that. Stack shook his head. Hell, maybe she normally wasn’t, but knowin’ how Smoke was actin’, it’d probably been good and long since she had the attitude fucked outta her. 

He watched her, watch him, and saw that gleam in her eyes. Like she couldn’t wait for his response – like she was hungry for it.

“You got a greedy pussy Annie,”  he pushed himself up, stood upright again between her spread thighs.

 So greedy you really need two niggas takin’ care of you on the regular.

Stack forced that thought out his head. Cause this shit wasn’t ‘bout him. It was ‘bout her and his dumbass brother. 

“You wanted more? Jus’ say that. Ain’ gotta hurt a nigga feelings. You know I’m sensitive, girl.” His tone was light. Too light.

“You want more? Say it.” Their eyes met, his prompting hers to speak, refusing to move until she did. 

She opened her mouth to do just that, to tell him what she wanted and how she wanted it. 

Stack never gave her the chance. Sliding out and proceeding to show her just how long his stamina could really be. 

They weren’t working out Annie’s built up pressure anymore. That had already been done. Now, they were just fucking. Rough, and nasty, and loud. The table was shaking, their voices were cracking, and the storm outside didn’t have shit on what was brewing between them. 

One second he had her by the hips, had the lower half of her body damn near in the air and was pulling that pussy up to him every time he fucked into her. 

“Pussy so fuckin’ good. This what you wanted? You gone take it then. Gone take all this dick tell yo’ ass can’t walk straight!” 

The next, she was flat on the table, moaning filth in his ear while he pressed his weight into her, digging deep in her guts. 

“Ouuuu I love that dick Elias. Love the way you fucking this pussy. You love this pussy? This pussy good?” 

They went back and forth. She matched him stroke for stroke, word for word, pushing when he pulled and pulling when he pushed. 

Strings of cream clung to his dick, pooled at his base. Her pussy was loud, talking like it wanted to join the conversation. He was fucking the love and light back into her. She was making him lose his goddamn mind. 

By the time they were approaching their peaks, they were nose to nose, bodies moving like they had a mind of their own. Annie’s hands gripping at his back, his arms, everywhere she could reach – eyes squeezed tight in bliss. Stack cupped her face, forced his brown orbs to stay open, to stay locked on her, as he panted in time with her breaths. 

The rain kept coming down outside. Fast, and loud, and dangerous. 

“I’m bout to cum Elias! Stack I’m bout to - it feel like so much – Elias!” 

“I feel it girl, I feel it ��� fuck! Me too, Annie, fuck!” 

If he wasn’t pinning her down, she would have levitated. 

If she was his, he would have shot his seed as deep as he could. Woulda hoped it took. 

They came in unison, the tension in their bodies snapping. Annie cried out loudly, core clamping down, rivers of that essence that made both Moore men crazy, pouring out of her sweet center. Stack cursed, yanking his hips out and up just in time, cumming so hard he would have collapsed if he wasn’t already damn near laid flat on top of her. His eyes shut on their own accord, stars appearing behind his closed lids. 

“Shit Annie!” 

Rain was funny sometimes. It could choose to wreck havoc – cause floods, displace homes, come down long enough and hard enough to drown entire communities if it so pleased. And…it could also choose to storm a little and then stop. Outside, the downpour lightened to a drizzle, seemingly out of nowhere. Inconsistent drops – light, unrushed, harmless. There would be some mess to clean up – the rain never left anything completely in tact – but it seemed the Delta had lucked out this time. The damage wouldn’t be irreparable. 

Inside Annie’s kitchen? 

There were no guarantees of such luck. 

The two caught their breath, gradually coming down from the peak they’d reached. And Elias felt wrong. Hot. Itchy. Like he was too big for his clothes. He frowned a little, not liking the discomfort. Not understandin’ where it was comin’ from. 

He opened his eyes. Damn near lost his breath again when he was faced with Annie’s searching gaze. Neither spoke. Until she did. 

“‘Lias?” 

He swallowed. Didn’t really know what was being asked. Knew and just didn’t know how to answer. How she wanted him to respond. Elias felt like a boy again. Elias felt like he wanted to fall into Annie and get the fuck away from her at the same time. Elias remembered his brother, remembered that he’d done this for him. For them – Smoke and Annie. 

Stack is who responded to her, smirk on his lips, eyes squinting, gold caps shining. 

“Annie.” He tilted his head playfully, made his tone light, kept it light, even when her eyes narrowed. “Surprised you can still talk. I worked all that attitude out huh?” He laughed. “I know I did. Now you and that big head nigga can work y’all shit out – no outside parties needed, girl.” 

“Elias–”

“And you anit gotta thank me, it was my pleasure, trust.” Stack winked. “Now lemme clean you up so I can get back down to this juke and talk to this nigga.” He let his dimple pop, ignored the look in her brown eyes. “Wouldn’t want all this to be for nothin’ right?” 

Annie watched him. For so long he damn near broke out into a sweat. And then she nodded. Slow. Reluctant. But she gave it to him. Let him run. “Right. Wouldn’t want this to be for nothing.” His dimple popped harder, smirk grew wider. Too wide. Forced. Uncomfortable. 

He let his eyes scan her face one more time - quick but thorough.

Nodded to himself. To her. 

“Right.”

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So, Hi again! Omg y’all - that poor table. Lol if you made it to the end, I hope you enjoyedddd! Not gone lie, this was supposed to end on a much lighter note. And then, it just didn’t lol. I had a lot of fun exploring this and figuring out a circumstance where Annie and Stack would happen though, especially with Smoke on the same earth, anddd this what I came up with. Anyways, don’t know if I’ll be writing anything else. I would like to, cause this was fun, but I’m not gone force it. I just had to get this out my head before I went crazy! Let me know what you think if you feel so inclinedddd 🫶🏾🧡

[dannyriccsystem]

Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something with Ollie maybe a smau about a secret relationship with Hamilton!sister!f1academy driver or just a black! driver? I was listening to Into You by Ariana Grande and 2:42-3:56 gives secret relationship vibes with someone between wanting to keep things quiet and wanting to just give in and be public.

Idk if that’s too much, but thank you in advance 🤍

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: Y/N is ready to make her relationship public, but Ollie’s hesitant!

Warnings: Written for a black reader specifically! Light angst with a happy ending + suggestive (no smut)

not proofread

Featuring: Oliver Bearman x Hamilton!Reader

I’m so mad because i had literally the whole post typed out and forgot to hit save 😦 Oh well!! Hope this is decent enough :)

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y/nhamilton Moving on to Ferrari 🫡

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georgerussell63 - Gonna miss this diva in my garage 😔

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y/nhamilton - I’ll miss you too Georgie 😔 We will gossip another time

> lando - You’re still gonna see each other?

> georgerussell63 - It’s not the same

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username1 - She’s soo pretty omfg

username2 - Forza Ferrari, beautiful!

alexandrasaintmleux - We should go shopping someday!

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y/nhamilton - yes PLEASE

kimi.antonelli - I’ll keep George company for you, Y/N!

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y/nhamilton - Thank you Kimi!

username3 - Lewis who? The only Hamilton I know is Y/N

username4 - and Alexander

olliebearman - Congrats Mr. Hamilton!

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username5 - Ollie spotted

olliebearman

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olliebearman Warm welcome here at Haas!

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username6 - OLLIE SOFT LAUNCH?

username7 - WHO IS THAT? CAUSE IT’S SURE AS HELL NOT ESTEBAN!!

kimi.antonelli - Say hello to the missus for me!

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username8 - WHAT DOES HE KNOW?

olliebearman - she says Hi!

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

y/nhamilton

🎵 Ariana Grande • Into You

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y/nhamilton Spent some time with friends to work on myself!

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friend.user1 - covering our faces because Y/N mogs us too hard

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y/nhamilton - Don’t even. You’re SOO beautiful 🫶🏾

alexandrasaintmleux - I love the song choice beautiful! 🎶

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y/nhamilton - I’M BLUSHING STAWP

lewishamilton - Just watched her devour an entire tub of ice cream while eating this btw

y/nhamilton - What can I say

username9 - I just fell to my knees you’re so bad

username10 - never settle for a man PLEASE GIRL I LOVE YOU

mercedesamgf1 - Missing our paddock diva!

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y/nhamilton - I’m just gonna have to get into F1 myself and come race for y’all

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

The date had went smoothly. It was a nice Italian restaurant with a candlelit atmosphere and authentic food. Y/N felt ridiculous for being mad at him to begin with, but they both moved on quickly. We’re all human, after all!

The exciting part came afterward. Sitting in his car, Ollie had suddenly reached over, his hand creeping up on her thigh. “Y/N, I missed you a lot.” He whispers with that cheesy, boyish grin that melts her heart into putty for him to play with.

“I know,” She whispered back, leaning in to give him a kiss. It was meant to be soft and innocent, but every movement of his lips against hers developed it into something deeper. His hands traveled up her thighs, settling on her waist. Ollie pulled the woman in, her legs encasing his lap where she sat.

A little whine slipped out as she nipped at his bottom lip, strong hands digging into the fat of her rear side. Y/N giggled, a sultry and honeyed sound. “Patience,” She whispered like a warning.

“I need to get you home.” They both pulled back, looking into each other’s eyes as if they were willing to hang the stars again and again. She could only nod in agreement, hurrying to climb back into her seat. The faster she was buckled, the faster she could have him.

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username11 - WHAT

username12 - IT’S CONFIRMED

kimi.antonelli - Congrats to the happy couple!

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georgerussell63 - Now wait a minute…

lewishamilton - 🤨

username13 - Am I delusional or is that Y/N’s hand

username14 - THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING

username15 - WAIT YOU’RE RIGHT

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f1gossipofficial We saw things in that car even we can’t share. Y/N Hamilton and Oliver Bearman are official!

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username13 - I TOLD Y’ALL

username16 - They traumatized the gossip account 😭 I can’t

username17 - THEY’RE LOWKEY SOO CUTE

y/nhamilton - Why were you watching 🙄

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username18 - Oh no

username19 - Ollie’s career ended before it even started 😭

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lewishamilton - Weird. Wish I could unsee this

georgerussell63 - 🙌

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username20 - HE KNEW ALL ALONG I’M CRYING

y/nhamilton - Thanks, Kimi 😭

olliebearman - I love you so much ❤️

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y/nhamilton - I love you too ollie bear ❤️

> lewishamilton - That is volatile. Never say that again. Happy for you, though… 🙄

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[abbyshands]

Good nigth darling,you're okay?can we have more nerdy!abby pleaase i beg you 🙏🙏🙏(srry for my inglish)

teach me

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a/n; hello, my love! i’m good, and i hope you are too! of course EEK i was going to write more for her anyway, i love a nerdy girl. also this is cut off asf I’M SORRY i’m tired, maybe i’ll do a part 2 if y’all ask <3

synopsis; you’ve never been good at science, let alone college biology. when your professor all but forced you to get a tutor, who should you end up with but your nerdy girlfriend, who has a very unique way of getting you to study?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby uses baby/princess, use of a strap-on, cockwarming + edging (kinda), abby refers to the strap as her dick and it’s referred to as her dick/cock, choking, spanking, degradation (ish. abby’s tone is just mean), anddd i prob missed smt so lmk <3

wc; 2.2k

p.s.; ALSO this is was ib an ellie fic i saw bro idk where tf it is 😭 searching for it tho. i js remember it was nerdy ellie. it was so good BUT LIKE WHERE IS ITTT idk i’ll link it here if i find it

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you’ve always sucked at science. biology, chemistry, whatever the hell it was, it had never been your cup of tea.

your professor had not so kindly recommended you get a tutor. otherwise, your grades would decline (more than they already were, that is). you didn't want a tutor, let alone for it to be someone you didn't know. you were already feeling awkward enough having to have someone tutor you at all—you couldn't imagine if it was by an unfamiliar.

that's where abby came in.

abby anderson was your girlfriend, and she was a nerd. like, cliche movie nerd. if you couldn't find her in her dorm, with you, or in class, she was at the library, doing homework until she couldn't anymore. she was a coffee addict with how late she was up each evening, study sessions, unnecessarily reviewing, and, again, homework.

let's just say, abby anderson would do crazy things for an a.

you didn't necessarily want to have abby as your tutor. for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. you had already felt that way when you told her you needed one at all. it would be 10x worse if she would be the one doing it.

not only that, the focus.

how the fuck were you going to focus when you have abby fucking anderson in front of you? when your mind races with memories of her fucking you from behind, or kissing down your neck, or making you the wettest you've ever been, just by being alive?

you weren't.

but abby was persistent. you had originally said no when she first asked to tutor you, but when the guy who was supposed to tutor you didn't even show for your first session, it was no longer a request.

it was a demand.

you were sitting beside abby in her dorm, working on an assignment for your biology class that was due the following day. you had taken up to ten breaks by now, and it had only been an hour and a half or so.

abby pushed her glasses up on her face as she looked over at you, eyebrow raised. you had been dozing off, elbow on the desk and chin on your palm as your eyes began to fall shut.

"hey," abby snapped her large hand in front of your face, making your eyes open again just as quickly as it had happened. "are you listening to me?"

no.

"yeah. yeah, sorry, i just, um—dna and rna. that's what we're learning now, right?" you ask confusedly, doing your best to make it seem like you know what you’re talking about.

but the look on abby's face tells you all you need to know.

"mhm, like, ten minutes ago," abby hums a bit annoyedly, and you can't help but let out a sigh. it's bad enough you have to be here at all, but letting abby down, or worse, pissing her off, was the last thing you wanted to do. “you're never going to learn if you don't put any effort in," she sighs.

“c’mon, abs,” you whined as you set your pencil aside, putting your head down on the desk, eyes on abby. the blonde set her own pen down with a small shake of the head, expression unreadable. “i can’t do this anymore,” you said dramatically. abby rolled her eyes.

“what’s wrong now?” abby asked, but it’s not like she really wanted to know the answer. you knew how seriously abby took her own schoolwork, which may be the reason she was annoyed that you didn’t. but you just weren’t like that.

“none of this makes sense. i can’t remember a thing we go over. god, i hate biology,” you complained once more, looking away from abby.

abby sighed as she put a hand on your shoulder. as much as she wanted to be annoyed, she loved you, and she knew full well that even if you were smart, biology was your worst class.

“what can i do to help, baby? flashcards, d’you want me to quiz you? what do you need?” abby asked as she moved her hand to your back, rubbing it. you shrugged.

“i dunno. i don’t think any of that stuff is going to help me, abby. my memory’s—not that good,” you lamely huffed, but it was true. your memory was best when it came down to the things you cared for. college biology was not one of them.

“hm,” abby hummed. it took a beat, a small pause. but then, abby’s perked eyebrows told you that she had just gotten an idea, and so did the way her plump lips curled into a grin.

“i think i know what’ll do the trick.”

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that’s how you ended up on abby’s lap, her cock buried deep inside of you as she gripped you by the bottom. abby’s way of bettering your sour memory came in the form of one of the most agonizing experiences you had ever had.

“how does dna differ from rna?” abby asks you casually, as if she isn’t filling you to the brim. you feel your face getting hot, bottom lip bitten down on as you look at her nervously.

“u- uhm. d- dna has a d- double helix model, fuck,” you whine. you must be at least a little correct, because abby bucks her hips up into you, causing the silicone dildo to move inside of you. “rna’s single, a- and involved in a different process than dna.”

“attagirl,” abby praised. it’s then that she grabbed you by the ass, hard, and forced you to ride up to the top of her dick, just before she’s slamming you back down. for only a few seconds, you gain some pleasure by moving your body like that, or abby doing it for you, that is.

but then, she’s robbing it away from you, just like that.

“a- abby, please, c’mon,” you whimper. this had been going on for a third of an hour or so. abby would ask you a question from the deck of index cards she had made for you, and you would answer. simple, right?

wrong.

because here's the thing: she wouldn’t move unless you answered her, and it had to be correct. and if not?

smack.

abby's large hand comes down on your ass as if to shut you up. really, it doesn't. you let out a moan as she then grabs your ass again, not giving a care to how sore you may be.

because she's already slapped you way too many times to count.

“don't act like this isn't for your own good," she says firmly, reprimanding you. "you got that one wrong last time. and we’re not going to stop until you’ve got that whole fucking deck memorized, you got that?” she asks, signaling to the forgotten pile of index cards on the desk behind you. you whine, body too achy for abby to deny her.

“f- fine," you whine, because who the hell would you be to say no?

“good girl," abby praises as she rubs her hands over your bottom, caressing you in a loving manner, a wide difference to the way she was addressing you mere seconds before. "now, can you tell me what a neuron is?”

doing your best to not focus on the feeling inside you, you nod, and easily answer. “a- a neuron—" you huff. "is a specialized cell.”

abby moves her hands to your hips and pushed you up, so that you're around halfway down on her cock. you let out a small shudder, but it must mean you're correct. “and what’s it do?” abby then asks.

to some degree.

but you know this one. after all, it was one of the last cards you looked at in the deck. so, you respond, “transmit.”

abby moves you up more, and this time, she brings one of her hands up to cup your tit. she plays with your nipple if only for a second, causing you to let out a low moan. but just when you think she's going to keep going, of course, she doesn't.

“transmit what?” she asks firmly as her fingers caress your rib cage, and it's all you can do not to roll your eyes.

“nerve impulses," you say a bit too fast, eager to have her hands back on you. your neediness helped you on that one. "i- it’s the basic unit of the nervous system," you add, for good measure.

"that's right, princess," abby smirked, course she did. she had always had way too much fun when she was driving you crazy during sex. this was no different.

but you're pleased to find yourself rewarded, because abby allows you to ride her again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your girlfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. abby begins to rub your clit as she gazes at you fucking yourself on her dick, way too needy for her touch.

"eager girl," abby cooed, rubbing her index on your clit in quick circles. "so needy for my cock, aren't you?"

"yes," you huff out fast, eyes closing shut at the feeling under you.

"too bad."

abby shoves you all the way back down her dick, so that you're all the way back down at the base. it pleasures you for only a second, before the feeling vanishes, just like that.

"abby, f- fuck," you groan annoyedly, body begging for a release you know abby won't give you unless you do what she tells you to do.

and she doesn't like your words.

abby grabs you by the neck, forcing you to look at her as you roll your eyes in the brattiest manner she's ever seen from you. "look at me. look at me when i'm talking to you," and she uses that tone you know she only uses when she's not playing games, barking your full name out at the end like the word pains her tongue.

once she's got your eyes on her, she speaks once more. "if you really want this dick, and i know you do, you're gonna take what i give you like the good girl you are. that clear?"

you keep your eyes on her, scared of what will happen if you don't, face hot as you answer. "y- yes, ma'am."

"primary use of the kidneys?" abby asks, not even giving you praise for obeying her. but you're not at all surprised by that: if there was one thing about abby, she did not like your bratty side.

this time, unlike what abby's asked you before, you can't remember the answer to this. like, at all. you fumble with it for a second, digging through your head for what it could be. but you don't get a response.

"i- i don't know," you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of what to say. abby isn't having it, obviously, because one mlre spank is coming down onto your ass before you know it.

"f- fuck!" you whine brokenly, head rocking back, and bottom sore from each hit abby's given you. she doesn't seem to care.

"yes, you do," she all but growls at you, and you think of your real class all too quickly, like she's your professor. "we went over this. so fucking tell me," she says, and it only makes your abdomen churn more.

and fill with butterflies.

“s- something to do with b- blood pressure, right? c- controlling it? please say yes," you were begging more to yourself than to abby, not even sure where that answer came from.

“mhm, and what else?" she coos, doing what she's done a million times before: moving you halfway up her cock.

"i- i don't know, abs. can't remember," you mutter, and really, how could you by now?

it looks like abby is feeling a little generous this time, because she helps you along. "what’s it do to your body, princess? begins with an 'r',” she asked.

even when your brain begins to fog up with all of the questions in your head, and what's happening besides that, it seems to click for you when abby says the letter 'r.' “r- regulates it? th- the fluid balance?”

“mhm," abby says with a small nod of approval, even kissing your chest this time as a reward.

"there’s my smart girl.”

and it goes on like that forever, question, answer, question, answer. sometimes, you got abby's cock easily. most times, you weren't so lucky.

your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out the answer to the final card in the deck. once you do, you let out a deep, long exhale, which makes abby chuckle.

"see, pretty girl? wasn't that bad, was it?" abby coos, putting her hand up to cup your cheek. obviously, you want to say no. but after all of this, it was too risky to be bratty to abby. so you shake your head.

and you hadn’t even finished yet.

"n- no, it was—fine," you lie, and abby knows you are. but she doesn't ask about it, knowing full well how much she's done to you already.

"look on the good side.”

“you'll remember better now, won't you?"

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reblogs are very much welcomed <3

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[7ouls]

daisuke x fem reader where they’re both super awkward and swansea is tired of them being oblivious to the way they feel for eachother that he makes both of his interns work on a project together

omg i totally loved writing this even tho i hcent written in a while so it might look weird? im really sorry its been a long time… (and its pretty short sorry abt that) also swansea is probably a bit ooc (i think u say it like that? idk) cause i have really bad memory so sorry abt that too…

this is set before the crash

No matter how many times the two interns tried to communicate it would always end up being awkward since everyone but them knew about their obvious crush on each other.

Nobody cares enough to help them realise that, except their boss Swansea.

That shortly explains how the three of them are now repeating the bases of engineering.

“So is that clear?” The older man looked at the young adults as they nodded.

“Great, i don’t have to repeat myself for once. Now to see how much you’ve understood try to fix this.”

He said taking an old radio that sat behind him and handed them the needed tools. He then proceeded to leave but not before giving a smirk to his interns that blushed as a reaction.

Daisuke was the first to speak up. “I didn’t actually understand all of it.”

Y/n giggled at the boy and he soon joined too. “Don’t worry… I barely managed to take some notes. Swansea isn’t really the best teacher…”

“But we don’t really have much of a choice”

“Right, so here. You can read some of my notes and umm… i guess start working.” She said handing him her notebook. He started quietly reading all of it as the girl got slowly closer and closer to read with him.

After a while Daisuke stopped and thanked her, then realised how close she’s gotten to him. Y/n panicking apologised as she didn’t notice the close distance between them.

He quickly straightened himself. “No need to apologise! We’re supposed to work together so that eventually would’ve happened, not that i mind anyways…” He muttered the last part.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t question it. “We should get the work started now.” She said as he nodded happily.

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It has been around two hours when the two finally ended their work and were now chatting.

“Sooo… would you be free after dinner tonight?” Daisuke asked nervously, Y/n blushed at the question then smiled. “I mean… there’s not much else to do so yes. Why do you ask?”

The boy grinned and answered. “Well, i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now. Would you like to play on my gameboy with me? We can take turns! And then we can eat all the sweets that i have and stay up all night!” He exclaimed out of breath.

Y/n was surprised to hear the boy so excited and soon replied. “Sure, we can do that. We’ll just have to make sure to be quiet or else we’ll wake the captain up.” Daisuke happily nodded as he watched the girl get up and wave at him.

When she left he let put a puff of air he didn’t know he was holding. “Holy moly. She’s like super cool!”

i took the gameboy idea from a daisuke fanfic on here but i dont remember the tag. sorry this is kinda short as i said i have to get used to weiting it’s been like 2 years since i last did it. maybe i’ll write about that sleepover soemtime!! (i swear this looked longer whem i wrote it on my diary)

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ripping at the bars of my enclosure... i need more college au 😭 i am begginggg plss! ily 🩷🫶

here's this idk i had a lot of fun with it i can write a continuation of this specific part if y'all want,,,

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

not proofread/betaread

CW: a lil dubcon-y, facefucking

it's a few days later; your roommate is out of the apartment for the weekend

you're hanging out with all three of the boys in your bedroom, lounging on your throne of stuffed animals and laughing as they all banter

a movie that nobody is paying attention to is wrapping up on your tv, and the sequel is already queued up to play as soon as it ends

"you guys are incredibly annoying," you sigh jokingly, pulling out your phone to distract yourself

"you love us," ted quips back from his spot on the floor, books spread out in front of him

"i didn't think hanging out with all three of you would be this boring."

the boys glance at each other as they process your words, schlatt flipping his textbook closed and scooting to lay next to you

ted does the same, lying on your other side and tossing one arm around you to hold you close

schlatt sets his jaw and rolls his eyes, copying you and whipping out his phone

poor charlie is left sitting at your desk, awkwardly contemplating where he can sit in order to join the fun

noticing his internal struggle, you pat your legs, stretched out in front of you, and invite him to position himself between your thighs so he can still see the film

"why does he get to sit there?" ted complains, sitting up slightly

"because he's the favorite," schlatt spits out bitterly

"oh my god, would you guys chill out? i'll send you all home if you can't be nice. we talked about this."

face warm and unable to make eye contact, charlie comes to lay between your legs, facing away from you

he smiles to himself when you start playing with his hair, enjoying you combing through his locks and wishing he was alone with you

ted is the one that starts it all, snaking his hand under your hoodie on the side opposite him

the movement draws schlatt's attention, and he scowls once he realizes what his friend is doing

he's quick to drop his phone and mimic ted, their arms pressed up against each other as they lay wrapped around your torso

you're all so close that everyone is touching each other in at least some way, and the atmosphere is charged with tension and desire

"you're so warm," ted mumbles, burying his face into your neck

"sorry. it's kinda hot in here with three guys on me," you admit

"no, it's nice." his voice is muffled, but happy

"you should take off your hoodie if you're getting too hot," schlatt mutters absentmindedly

grinning, you wiggle out of their grip and peel off the sweatshirt, leaving you in just your underwear

"oh, fuck. i'm sorry, i didn't know you weren't wearing anything under it," schlatt apologizes, not meaning any of it

he's happy as long as he gets to see tits

charlie turns around to look at you from between your legs and lets out a strangled moan, face going red again as he whips his head back around so he can't see you

"dude, are you okay?" ted asks, chuckling

"he always gets nervous around me, man, he's fine," you tease in return, ruffling his hair

"how can he fuck you right if he gets nervous?"

schlatt raises one eyebrow as he asks the question, smirking cruelly

"true. maybe we should teach him what to do?" ted posits, sitting up and taking one of your breasts in his hand

"i can't believe i thought it would be a while before you guys were good to hang out like this with each other. i feel like you secretly wanted this, or some shit. you're all so eager."

"shut up," schlatt speaks gruffly, fondling the half of your chest ted isn't touching

"charlie, d'you wanna fuck?" you ask him playfully

he stammers a bunch before ted cuts him off

"of course he does. sit up so you can watch us, we'll show you how to make them feel good."

following his friend's orders, charlie scoots to the edge of the bed and sits with his knees held close to his chest, anxiously watching as the other two exchange knowing glances

schlatt presses the first kiss to your neck, ted following soon after

"see how they're squirming under us like this?" the tallest of them asks

"that's what you want. schlatt, rock paper scissors for who gets to eat them out?"

"hey-" you start

"sure. whoever loses takes their chest?"

ted nods and the two duke it out, schlatt laughing maniacally when he wins

"okay, look, charlie," he speaks, tearing off your panties and spreading you open with two fingers

you gasp at the cool air hitting your cunt and shiver, instinctively going to cross your legs and cover up

but schlatt just looks at you, amazed by your stupidity, and forces your legs apart again

"you think you can pull that shit when there's three of us and one of you?" he scoffs

you think for only a moment how much the dynamics have shifted between you since this all started, not letting yourself delve into the fact that you would never have been this pliant for anyone before you met this goofy little trio

"sorry," you mumble once you shake off the thought

"go ahead."

schlatt nods, as if to say, damn right, and spreads your folds apart again

"c'mere, man, sit closer so you can see what he does with his tongue," ted says to charlie as he scoots over

charlie nods and inches closer, leaning down so he can watch schlatt tease your clit with his tongue

meanwhile, ted sucks and bites at your chest, leaving marks littered all over

you're moaning, and so turned on you're shaking

charlie notices first

"hey, y'okay?" he asks, turning to look at you as he softly caresses your thigh

he sounds so loving, it makes you wish he was doing more

"y-yeah, charlie, i'm good. c'mere, come kiss me."

schlatt scoffs against your core as his friend shuffles over and leans down to kiss you softly

it starts out loving, but you end up gripping onto him, tangling your fingers in his hair and moaning into his mouth as both other men pick up their motions

ted is leaving even darker marks and schlatt is furiously eating you out

but you're moaning a lot, and ted notices, pulling away from your torso to flick schlatt in the head

who in turn groans against you and pulls away, your juices still on his chin until he wipes his face on his hoodie sleeve

charlie retracts from the kiss to see what's happening, and you try not to laugh at the absurdity of your current situation

"dude, we were supposed to teach him, you're gonna make her cum before he gets to learn!!"

dazed, you pat charlie's arm and gesture between your legs

"go, you try," you mumble, effectively forcing schlatt out

which makes him pissed

so pissed he comes to bite at your neck, marking anywhere ted hadn't

it's very easy to tell who left which mark

ted's bruises look almost like watercolor, like a romanticized version of schlatt's, whose are dark, harsh, and splotchy

while schlatt nips at your flesh, ted takes the opportunity to come up and kiss you, passionately sliding his tongue in your mouth

he groans when you grip him tightly as charlie presses a gentle kiss to your clit

compared to schlatt's treatment of it earlier, this gesture feels so intimate and warm

charlie starts exploring with his tongue, moaning softly every now and then, which makes you whimper into ted's mouth

you feel the oldest grin against you when you make the noise, and he presses one final soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and rising to his knees

your eyes widen when you see him start reaching to undo his pants

"hey!"

schlatt glares at him, rising to his height

"the fuck d'you think you're doing?"

charlie looks up at you, lost in desire but unsure if he should stop, and you gesture for him to keep going

"i'm getting my dick out. why, where do you keep yours?" ted quips

schlatt fumes silently for a moment, remembering that you weren't only his, and lets out a sharp exhale through his nose

"fine, we can take turns."

"dude..."

ted looks down at you to see if you're okay, and when you just shrug, he sighs and grins before resuming undoing his pants

schlatt races to get his off faster, but ted beats him just barely

they sidle up on either side of you, and you sit up slightly, giving charlie time to adjust and go back to burying his face between your legs

shooting both of them a nervous glance as they tower over you, you shakily take them each in either hand, awkwardly trying to figure out the easiest way to get them both off at the same time

they're both groaning and petting you reassuringly, letting you take your time getting the hang of things

after a bit, you establish a good rhythm, and ted's the first to pull away to use your mouth

"why do you get to go first?" schlatt asks bitterly

"because you won rock, paper, scissors. shut up."

he smiles down at you as he teases his tip against your lips

you giggle and kiss it, savoring the noises he lets out as you kitten lick the tip, still pumping schlatt in your other hand

when you take the full tip in your mouth, he groans and pets your hair, gripping onto it slightly

bobbing your head up and down on his length finally, you run your tongue over every inch of it, desperate to milk all the whorish moans you could out of him

"fuck, so good for me," he pants, holding your head even tighter and beginning to fuck your throat

schlatt opens his mouth to complain, but ted just grabs him and kisses him to shut him up, leaving the room in a stunned silence

except for charlie

poor baby is humping the mattress, face covered in your slick, whimpering softly

everyone turns to look at him for a moment before ted and schlatt turn back to each other

something unspoken has now been broken, and the dynamic is irreparably different after ted's little stunt

but... it's not bad

they seem a bit lighter?

at least, that's what you're thinking right before ted begins fucking your throat harder and harder and then grabs and pulls at your hair as he releases

he pants, chest heaving, before pulling out of your mouth and collapsing next to you on the bed

schlatt is quick to replace him, not giving you more than ten seconds to catch your breath before he shoves his cock into your mouth

you're a mess at this point, moaning constantly between the stimulation from charlie and being used like this

luckily, he's already close to cumming thanks to how you pumped him in your hand while sucking off ted

and the kiss is still fresh in his mind, a new sense of pleasure he didn't know was available to him rumbling deep in his gut as he forcefully facefucks you

tears streaming down your eyes, you're unable to let charlie know you're cumming, so he just keeps eating you, overstimulating you to hell until schlatt finally spills down your throat and you can choke out a weak, "stop!!"

the three look at each other as they catch their breath, contemplating what to do now

charlie's chest is heaving as he tries to steady himself, schlatt's dizzy and has to get water, and ted goes back to staring at the ceiling

"anyone wanna go again...?"

you ask with a tired grin, somehow still desperate for more

they all exchange a look before groaning and laughing, ted and charlie dueling it out in rock, paper, scissors as schlatt comes around to your other side and lays his head on your shoulder

[monarchberrysblog]

𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

part 2 — take me out to the ballgame 🧢

an inspired baby daddy au from @yougavemeyourheartyouknow as I wanted to add my own spin to it

🍼 baby daddy! miguel o’hara x fem! reader 🍼

“I think I like you best when you're just with me and no one else.”

⚾ synopsis — your paths keep colliding! and what do you do? go out on a date… maybe?

⚾ content warning/tags — miguel talks about baseball (lmao), mentions of baseball positions and innings, first–date shenanigans (?), there really isn't a date but there is (idk how to explain), subtle sexual tension, silly playful teasing

⚾ word count: +1.4k words (ik its short. Don't come for me pls)

⚾ author’s note — here we are! this was honestly a fic waiting to be continued as I have gotten busy with university and rarely have the time to write for funsies. Life got too real for a moment but here we are! I hope you guys enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!!

🍟 not proofread! 🍟

The chime from your phone snapped you out of your daze, directing your attention away from your laptop. The notification bar appeared on your lock screen, showing a message from Miguel. The screen slowly faded to black before the phone screen flicked back on with a new notification—double texting. You tap on your phone screen, allowing the device to open the unread notification. “I got two tickets to the Dodgers and Yankees, and my brother can’t come, wanna join? I’ll pay for your snacks if you'd like to join.”

“A Dodgers game…” You mumble to yourself. The laptop that was once on your lap was now moved to your couch’s cushion instead. The excitement churned your lower stomach, waking up the butterflies in your gut. Your eyes dart onto Bella, her small body curled up on one of your cushions. Her soft breathing is evident, her sides rising and falling into a steady tempo. “Should I go to the ballgame, Bella?” You ask the canine as if she were your parent.

The soft pets against her back slowly snapped her away as she slowly stretched, her tail wagging happily. She lets out a happy yip before pawing her way to your lap immediately. Her dark eyes looked up at you with a glisten, encouraging you to attend the date, if you can even call it that.

A date… A first date? Is it even a date? It’s just a hangout, right? He just has an extra ticket and he didn’t want it to go to waste…

You think for a moment, rather you take ten minutes to think, despite your gut pleading with you to go.

“Should I go, Bella?” You ask her again, picking her up, holding her up like your infant. She quietly yawns before licking your face and glasses, leaving a smudgy trail behind on the dirty lens. “I take that as a yes…” You mumbled, her soft puppy licks slowly coming to an end. “But I don't know! I like being around him; he makes me laugh, and I don't know if he even feels the same way with me…” You sigh, gently placing the happy, yapping puppy on the couch. She tilts her head to the side before putting her two front paws on your thigh and kneads, pleading for you to go to the “date.”

“I know it’s too soon to say it, but I feel it.” You cover your face in frustration, reclining back onto the couch. You hold back for a moment, your thumbs hovering over the keyboard. The simple question is enough to drive you into madness, but leaving the message unread is a dirty feeling. You move your thumbs quickly, swiping to the notes app, letting your thumbs throw up incoherent sentences that make no sense until your brain eases down.

It felt childish enough that you waited another ten minutes to respond, but having to open your notes app to type a laid-back response is terrible enough as it is. You didn't want to look desperate.

“Sure, what day and time?”

The lively crowd in the stadium filled the ambiance as you munched on your cheese fries, the same fries that would inevitably give you stomach cramps at the end of the night. But the cheesy bacon concoction only had you return for seconds as you nibbled on the seasoned fry. Your eyes are glued on the green field before you as his arm is wrapped around your shoulder. “Hey, I'm gonna get us something to drink. Do you have a drink preference?”

You momentarily ponder as a small glob of nacho cheese stuck on your cheek. “A margarita, please.” You beg, looking up at him from where he stood. He chuckles before licking at the pad of his thumb, wiping away the nacho cheese and tasting the salty yet creamy sauce. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He chuckles as he awkwardly moves down the aisle, trying not to step on anyone’s shoe. You giggle when he stumbles up the steps. He whistles at you and gives you a playful wink before tripping over his feet.

You giggle before he leaves you at your seat, and you continue to enjoy the game as the pitcher pitches a perfect strike. The crowd roars in mixed reactions, some cheering while others protest.

Your teeth nibble at the plastic prongs of the fork, sitting with anticipation of the next pitch. Everyone in your row seemed to have the same nerves rattling their core, seeing the pitcher raise their arm, ready for another serve.

“Did I miss anything?” His voice brings you back as he sits, holding the two beverages in one hand. “No, just a couple of fowls and strikes.” You keep your eyes on the field before Miguel steals a couple of french fries from your tray without your knowledge. “Hmm, this pitcher, Sato, definitely knows what he’s doing,” Miguel mumbles, popping a fry into his mouth. “I think a little too well…” You state, watching the batter hit the pitch and witnessing the baseball hit the fowl post.

“And there they go, time for the Dodgers to bat,” Miguel claps his hands together, seeing the players run to gather their needed items. He chuckles before taking a sip of his Dos X and wraps his arms around you once more. “Look at that!” He tilts his chin towards the large screen, which will show entertainment for the next five minutes. “Kiss cam.” He chuckles, seeing a couple fall victim to their fifteen seconds of fame. The couple shook their heads before the crowd booed at them, encouraging them for a smooch.

“Do you think that is gonna land on us?” He asks, watching the next couple fall victim. “Nah,” you dismiss, taking another bite of fries.

A series of different couples shared the same thing: a small, innocent kiss. But then the crowd cheers fill your section as the camera is now on the both of you, catching the both of you at your worst moment: you eating filthy stadium food and Miguel drinking the mediocre beer. You choke on a small chunk of fries as Miguel spits his drink into the glass bottle. The section booed at the two of you, bringing you back to the humiliation you felt as a preteen when you didn't do a dare.

Miguel shakes his head and makes a sawing gesture at his neck, telling them to move on to the next pair. “It's our first date!” He yells, but his voice is barely audible through the books from your section. When the camera did so, you sighed in relief, reaching for a napkin to wipe your lips.

“Watch, they're gonna put the camera on us after them.” You quip, quickly swig your cocktail, and place it into the stand’s cup holder. It seemed God wasn't on your side as the camera panned back to the two of you. The crowd only cheered loudly and demanded a kiss.

“Spoke too soon, mamas.” He chuckles, gently tugging you close to him without your knowledge. You groan, frustration coursing in your veins. “Let's give them what they want.” His voice drops when he whispers the six-worded sentence to you. “With what I was eating? Hell no—”

His lips coaxed the harsh words out of you, silencing you immediately after. The gesture is soft but silences the voices inside your mind. An aloe gel on a scolding, hot burn. He slowly pulled away as the crowd cheered, but the color on your cheeks only proved it.

“Now was that so hard?” You sat on your seat with an open mouth, enough space for your soul and dignity to creep out of your lips and land on the concrete floors of the stand, floating away from you. “No, not at all…”

/

The wind from the spring breeze swept your contorting mind, whispering your messy words to be straightened up. But the simple whisper of the breeze made your brain into mush. The walk back to your car felt more protracted than expected, mainly because you parked closer to the stadium. “Can I be honest?” His voice cuts the silence between the two of you. You swallow dryly at his words—nervousness creeps into your gut.

“…yeah.” You choke up, clearing your throat after. “About the tickets…” You held onto the non-existent hope that he enjoyed being around you.

“I lied when I said my brother couldn't make it. I wanted you to go with me.”

A white noise filled your ears before you can conjure up an answer. But your words finally come back at bay, a single sentence comes out. “Why?”

A single worded question with endless answers. But there was only one answer that can ease your storm of a brain.

“Because I wanted you to come with me. I like being around you.”

tag list: @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @opaloharas @hyjionie @zaunsin @keiva1000 @slushycoookie @miguelsfavwife @ilovetaquitosmmmm @migueloharasoulmate

[marscantread7]

OMGG YESSS PLEAAAASE WRITE A WHOLE FIC ABT IT FOR THE SAKE OF SEING CALEB STRUGGLE AND LOOSE HIS MIND ARGHHHH

oh omg and maybe like if he gets it right xavier and mc finally lets him cum right but from there they make him cum again and again overstimulating him🤭?? now its his turn to cry LMAOOO

I'll try!!!! Also, idk how much of my account u have looked at, but I do have a hc that Caleb gets so whiny and vocal and desperate, and he js LOVES go overstimulate himself, so like, that's honestly why he agreed to ts in the first place bc like he is literally, a horny, freaky fuck bro😭🙏🏾

I can write a little bit of this part for u rn.

Like, finally, finally after a good 2 1/2 hours, Caleb finally completes their little challenge. His face is covered in tears and the cum that they rubbed in, he's shaking uncontrollably, his breathing is all over the place. Xavier has Caleb's head resting in his lap, caressing his hair and whispering soft praises to him. Sweet, sweet boy... Caleb should really treat him out to HotPot for this...

Caleb gasps as he feels a hand wrap around his cock. It's flaccid by now, but he whimpers as he feels the hand stroking, making his cock harden again. Xavier takes the blindfold off, shushing him quietly.

"U did so good, don't u think u deserve one final reward?" He asks softly sweet. A smile is planted on his face as he kisses Caleb. "We know how much that cock of yours loves to cum, and we were so mean edging u like that. So unfair. Don't u think... we should js let that greedy cock cum to its heart content? U want that?"

Holy fuck, did he? Caleb nodded so fast that Xavier had to hold his head still, smile growing wider.

"Mc, why don't u give our good boy what he wants hm?" And she didn't have to be told twice, stroking him faster and faster.

It didn't take long for Caleb to cum, literally whining and gasping, fucking up into mc's fist. He started sucking on Xavier's fingers at some point, and his whole body shook as he bit down gently on those fingers, sobbing out as mc stroked him through the orgasm, but js kept going after that. Eyes wide and helpless, he looked up at Xavier w/ a pleading look.

"What's wrong? What do u need?" He took his fingers out of Caleb's mouth. Wiping them on his cheek.

"C... cock." Was all Caleb could muster, too shaken and horny to elaborate more. But Xavier knew what he wanted. He always knew.

"U wanna suck my cock?" A nod. "Okay, here u go.." and Xavier turned Caleb's head to the side, sinking himself into that wet cavern w/ a soft hiss. He hadn't cum all night, so this felt great.

And that's js how it went, mc eventually riding Caleb bc she thought it was unfair that Xavier was getting a release too. Js Caleb cumming over and over inside mc, his whole body tight like a wire, suckling on Xavier's cock till he came over and over and whined for more.

They did clean up and took a nice shower and bath together. Xavier was ofc the first one knocked out when they finally ended up back in bed, Caleb following not too soon after, and mc ended up staying up for an additional two hours, watching all the videos they made bc... she's insane idk.

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Js an idea on how I'd want to end it. If I write this into a fic, I'd go more into detail, obviously, but I didn't wanna make this too long😅 hope u enjoy though!!!

[kosmicdream]

Hello. After drawing webcomics for 10 years and making about 10,000 pages of comics, here are some things i have learned/observed in that experience..

1) making comics does not get easier.. Not really

Making comics is a tedious and slow process and with so many different facets of the experience to learn - you’ll never run out of stuff to learn or weaknesses to work on. I’m not saying this to discourage but to just give the frank reality that it really takes a lifetime to understand. Be patient with yourself and try to set healthy expectations. 

2) Read your own comics after making them.

I don’t know if this is as important to other people as it is to me, but I do think that sometimes its easy to not re-read your own work and just go from your own memory of it, or maybe you’re tired of looking at it because of all the flaws. I don’t personally get sucked into the “rewrite/remake” cycle that I know is common with comics, as I sort of just accept things as they are, but re-reading my work does help me see where I have come from and where I need to go to next. I personally don’t like to lose sight of that, and I think re-reading helps ground me in the planning process of my work and gives me a better perspective on all aspects.

3) A lot of comic advice should be taken with a grain of salt, because its the person talking to themselves. (including this)

I see a lot of advice that never would have worked for me, or just simply wasn’t something I was ever going to follow. “Dont start with your big epic long stories”! Is a common one. I don’t think that’s bad advice exactly, but how many young artists are going to listen, especially if they’ve never told a story in the first place? Yes, the advice to start small and build yourself up with experience sounds great, I’m sure people do it, but if you’re an artist you’re probably not gonna be that responsible. And for me, when i tried to do this with eggshells, my house burnt down and i kinda gave up comics for a while because i lost a lot of work. 

Writing short stories is still something I struggle with, its just not easy for me. I have gotten better at it but i don’t think that makes me less of a comic artist because I haven’t gotten good at that particular format, or that I jump around on my projects. Is it more impressive to have more completed work under your belt, sure. But I also think that.. Idk.. what is the advice actually saying, because with that one it sort of feels (often times) as a warning that you’re setting yourself up for failure/embarrassment by attempting a comic like that. I don’t know how to tell you this, but comics are gonna be embarrassing no matter what you do and there’s no guarantee you’ll be more successful/not experience failure by avoiding your passions. Something to think about anyway. 

4) Don’t draw every leaf. Unless you really want to.

I’m the kind of comic artist that kind of doesn’t care about the art as much as the whole package of the comic. When i see a very impressively drawn panel/page, with laborious detail that is well drawn and maybe even colored ect.. That usually is kind of, I guess, a turn off for me as part of the reading experience. The thing is, when i encounter that, it usually signals to me that someone has poor planning skills for comics. It says to me that comic is probably not going to see its end or that artist is overworking themselves in an unnecessary way, that ends up concerning me about how they’re doing. Because i know how hard it is to draw comics. When an artist phones things in a bit, or has a limit on how much they work on a page, its a relief for me to see! because I understand they have healthier boundaries and expectations, and the art itself usually is less stiff too. This is all an overgeneralization, but I think with a lot of webcomic artists we are usually drawing a comic for the first time ever, so it makes sense we want to do our best and try as hard as possible - that just usually isn’t the smartest plan to put all the stock in the visual department. This also kinda frustrates me to see because most comics (professional or not) will also (generally) not reel the art in ever or make a more simple style. Generally I see it always trying to outdo itself, which leads to burn out. I personally only work about 1hr on each page i draw, that hasn’t changed in the 10 years I have been drawing comics, but i used to spend hundreds of hours drawing detailed lineart for eggshells and it didn’t even read well and i’d be disappointed with the results, feeling more lost with my goals than ever. PLEASe.. Just draw worse, its usually better looking in the end too. (because you wont have the experience to judge visual clarity until you’ve been drawing comics for a while imo..)

5) Don’t draw ahead, draw those inbetweenies.

“Inbetweenies” are the pages for the “boring” ones. They are also usually the most common KIND of page. Its the pages that are necessary, but “inbetween” the action. The impact moments in a scene, ect. You gotta draw them. They’re always gonna be there. They’re the pages where maybe, the character is walking somewhere, thinking, ect. The after impact from an action.. There’s a million examples, but hopefully you’ll understand what I mean when I say they’re both necessary pages/panels, sometimes so mundane/redundant, but also required for telling the story.. As a comic is a sequence of images. This is why, the previous advice is also important IMO- because if you really want to “draw every leaf” - maybe you should save that energy and effort for those impact moments that you want to impress the reader with.. And not for the inbetweenies, which are the foundational support, but also not the most important moments. If you conserve your energy a bit, the contrast OF that effort will also pop more. I personally find it funny when I put more effort into a page and end up tricking my readers into thinking I got better at drawing, when really i just have been able to draw better and only save it for moments like this instead of always.

Also, when I say don’t draw ahead.. I mean I draw each page at a time before going to the next one. I have no idea if this is an unusual practice or not, and I know a lot of people will draw their chapters/episodes/whatever in sections like sketch/ink/color/ect.. But I personally draw and finish page by page, unless its the thumb/sketch stage. Even then, i don’t go ahead much. I think that you can control flow/pacing better by doing chapters all at once of course, I see that as a benefit. But i also think that makes things very overwhelming and can also result in a lack of flexibility if something isn’t working. No matter HOW much planning you do- comics are always going to have an aspect of IMPROVISATION with the result you get in the end. There are way too many factors in play to be in complete control of all of them and always know the result of the reading experience. SO for me, this technique is easier and has been something that continues to get me to working effectively. Plus, rumiko takahashi said that’s what she does. And i think she has some of the best visual flow/compositions in comics. So that’s what I do.

I could write more personal advice or rules that i follow..but I think those are the ones I find are the most important to me anyway. Of course, comics are a strange medium and not everything that works for me will work for you. That’s all for now.. Bye bye…! 

Oh by the way, my comics are here: feastforaking.com nastyreddogs.com https://kosmic.itch.io/ Support me on patreon! https://www.patreon.com/kosmic

[ysabelyaps]

Guys I accidentally lost the anonymous ask, BUT I do know that it was made so yk here it is.

Jealous?

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Summary: Famous singer Se-Mi comforts her jealous girlfriend after her latest concert

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: bro idk ass writing? And fluff and happiness so if you’re allergic to that yk..

A/N: I’m on another road trip back home so, I have time to write this. Although I’m like, really lazy but I hate having it put in drafts bc it ruins my thought process so it’s just.. short. I’ll make a part 2 if you want though. Hopefully it’s good enough.

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“Baby, come on. You know I only have eyes for you. Don’t be mad.” Se-Mi says, trying to get you to talk to her. Of course, to no avail. This all started when she had her latest concert and decided to have a meet and greet afterwards and sign autographs and take pictures and stuff.

Well one fan got a little too close for your liking. Obviously you knew it wasn’t exactly Se-Mi’s fault, but it still upset you. So now here you were, sulking, pouting and giving her the silent treatment.

You guys were already official to the public and all that, so there was no need for Se-Mi to hide you or for you to be scared someone would hit on her thinking she was single.

Yet you were sitting on the couch, back to Se-Mi, still jealous and it’s been a few hours already.

“Babyyy.. come on. Talk to me, please? What if I buy you food, will that appease you? I won’t do the meet and greets anymore if you want.”

“..if you buy me food I might consider it..” Of course, Se-Mi knew you well enough to expect this and pulled out takeout from Panda Express.

“Here, happy?” You took the food and started eating it.

“..yeah” you mumbled, covering your mouth full of food with your hand.

“So, should I stop the meet and greets? Or do you just wanna be a part of it? Ooh, you know. I’ve always wanted to have you be part of my concerts, would you do that?”

“I can’t sing.” Se-Mi gives you a look, you could sing. Kind of, not idol level, maybe shower idol level. You could play an instrument though, a lot of them. Since you were young you liked to play instruments.

“What about playing guitar then? Or drums, or violin or piano, or you know anything. My songs’ genres vary”

“Se-Mi, I’m not a concert person. I’m not one to go on stage.”

She rolled her eyes, “But I’ll be there” she held your hand, pulling your waist towards her and looking at you with pleading eyes. “Just one concert? Please?”

“Weren’t you supposed to be talking me out of jealousy”

“I thought I did that already.”

Oh my lord.

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After like three hours of deciding between just being part of the meet and greets or stopping them completely and 3 hours of Se-Mi begging you to be part of her concert to at least play an instrument if not sing.

You guys finally made a decision.

Se-Mi would include you at the meet and greets, you would coordinate them and you had rules made with strict guidelines on how close you could be for pictures. Was that toxic? Maybe a little, but Se-Mi went through the rules and thought they were reasonable so no objection there.

And you also decided you would perform for one of her concerts, backing vocals and instrumental because she really wanted you to sing at least a little.

Were you confident it would go well?

No, not really like at all.

Were you and Se-Mi happy by the end of the conversation?

Yeah, pretty much.

And you were fed, and that’s all that really matters.

Kidding.

Se-Mi sent a text to her manager about all the new things that were discussed between the two of you while you laid on her lap, watching the tv. Before eventually, you guys decided to call it a night.

Lights out.

[stellargh0ul]

Here i come with a prompt idea for papa V! You dont have to do it or anything, and it might also be a little longer than 500, idk.

But i got this idea from Call Me Little Sunshine, cause in it they sing about how hes always gonna be there and how you can call for him in the night, so even if its not connected to papa V, i still cant help but think about papa V since i think of him as a cryptid vampire and that aligns with the lyrics to me.

Anyway, imagine a hurt/comfort with Papa V where reader is like depressed and ends up going out in the night and calling for whatever help they could get, and papa V just appearing like a cryptid and it ends up like a fluff comfort cozy romantic thing.

Hope you like my suggestion! (And btw, this is kinda my first time making an ask, so if im rude or disrespectful or anything, please tell me😭)

thanks for the prompt! I loved this idea. I couldn't quite get to the fluff part in 500 words but maybe i'll write a little bit more on this one later because it really was fun.

(Now with part 2!)

it isn’t what you expected, coming face to face with a vampire. there’s supposed to be blood everywhere and a dramatically swooning damsel in his arms and a snarl poised on scarlet-drenched lips. there’s supposed to be violence and sex and everything that a proper vampire should have.

what you weren’t expecting was to find one leaning against a headstone, legs criss-cross applesauce, sipping from a blood pouch and looking up at you with large, watery, somewhat terrified eyes.

like you were the one to be scared of.

the situation is so impossibly, improbably funny that you can’t help but give a hysterical giggle. the sound breaks the silence between the two of you and suddenly you’re sobbing, like all the emotion you’ve ever felt has decided to come rushing out all at once.

you alternate between hiccuping sobs and fits of raucous laughter. catching a vampire sipping on a blood-pack like a juice box right after you’d begged the empty air for something, anything, to answer your prayers… it’s like some sort of macabre comedy special, made for TV on Halloween.

you can barely see the vampire through the flood of tears in your eyes but you hear him swear over your sobs, something in Italian that you do not understand but clearly recognize the tone of. a gloved hand reaches out, catching your elbow from where you’re bent over yourself.

fuck, he’s at least a foot and a half taller than you and looking down at you with his head cocked to the side. a half-mask covers the top of his face, meaning you can’t read his expression well.

at least when you die, you’ll die laughing.

“are you alright?” he asks in a heavily accented voice, and the only answer you can give is to gesture at yourself with helpless open palms, as if to say—

do I fucking look it?

“stupid question, little one, my fault, my fault, um…”

he takes you by both hands and you’re so utterly caught up in the ridiculousness of the situation that you don’t even fight it when he guides you to sit on the ground. one gloved hand reaches out to gently nudge you on the back of the head.

trying to make you put your head between your knees, you realize.

well, you have begun to hyperventilate slightly.

you listen to the vampire and do as he says, finding the scent of earth filling your nostrils as you bend over. gradually, the hysterics subside until there’s only an occasional sob or an errant giggle falling from your lips.

when you finally sit up, he’s looking at you with concern.

“…not how I expected to meet a vampire,” you say, as if that explains the whole situation.

“you- you know i’m a- I mean, i’m not a- i’m not sure what you’re talking about but-“

before he can continue, you gesture at the blood pack still resting against the nearby gravestone.

“oh. right.”

more laughter rips through your chest and this time, there’s far fewer sobs between them.

[9w1ft]

Hello, sorry I came here to bitch and moan but I don't understand what's going on. Taylor didn't acknowledge pride month?? Like... I understand that it should mean something but what? What stopped her from writing three words "happy pride month"? It's so hard to keep hoping tbh because there were too many empty Easter eggs and too much stunting.

I have two things that still help me not give up:

1. A photo of old "dead" Taylor with 11 cats representing her albums in Anti-Hero, and ttpd being 11th album, so it supposed to mean her 12th album should be a brand new era from a brand new Taylor

2. She has been burning down Lover House every show for 1,5 years, that also represented her whole life.

These two things don't let me become desperate. Also a little bonus:

In may of 2023 she said that her life has a meaning now and that she's so happy. I see it this way: she had released before and still release albums, she had tours before the Eras Tour, she broke up (two months prior saying) with a guy who she was 6 years with - and she tells that she's happy and her life has meaning? For me her words meant that in her life was (amd is) happening something that we don't know and don't see (saying "we" I mean all fans and GP, gaylors of course see and understand everything). And I like to think she feels that her life finally has meaning because she is preparing to come out of the closet and see the Daylight (and maybe lead the others, mass coming out truther here 👋)

But sometimes it's so hard to be positive. Idk I think if coming out was close, she would get rid of Travis already. Sometimes I wish she wouldn't give us hope and wouldn't give so many Easter eggs for us to notice and to keep our hope high, because it's getting exhausting. I'm a gaylor since 2023, I have no idea how do you guys still have hope since 2014/2016/2019...

aw anon, i’m sorry you feel this way about things! maybe you are here for commiseration and not answers but i’m gonna go ahead and give you some constructive ideas. and sorry that this post got long!! but hopefully there are one or two things you can pick up that work for you. alright well, for context, i’m a kaylor that has been blogging since early 2018.

firstly, a couple of quick notes..

i forget if it was 2020 or 2021 but there was a year where taylor posted one (1) instagram story on june 1st saying happy pride and then did Nothing Else and people were up in arms about it the whole month and months after. so i get the sense that taylor has come to the personal conclusion that half measures are simply unacceptable for ‘us’ and so she would rather not say anything.

and there is a weird fandom tension around these parts sometimes where people will be asking for her to do more and do nothing at the same time. i think you closed off you message as well with a similar refrain, that your hope that if she’s stunting that she would do nothing. i have some unexpressed thoughts regarding easter eggs and the state of the fandom at large but setting that a side for a second, i think that, if the themes of ttpd are any indication, she’s taken off the mantle and isn’t putting as much energy into pleasing people who show displeasure at attempts she makes. this is just my take, but.

here’s a post i recently wrote that will convey my thoughts about the “too much stunting” of it all. please read it!

i think for me, what helped me transition to where i am today is that along the way i stopped seeing “taylor coming out” as taylor’s end goal, and i reoriented my personal goals as well!

nowadays, probably for the past couple of years, i see taylor’s main goal as prioritizing her loved ones, and my personal goal for taylor has been that she finds a way to live happily with the love of her life. maybe in the past taylor had different goals taking top priority, maybe one of them was coming out, but i do think that a key theme of her discography has always been finding the love of her life and living happily ever after and i dont think that’s just to sell albums (think about how the lover music video begins and ends) and so i don’t think it’s that wild to think that right now taylor’s priorities lie here, in building something. and, speaking as a kaylor, being a kaylor makes a lot of what is happening just make a lot more sense. not total sense! but a greater amount of sense than all things comingoutlor. i do not speak on behalf of all kaylors but speaking for myself, i haven’t felt the need to give up and i haven’t felt let down because there’s nothing to give up nor a theorized end date or start date that i was looking forward to. to me, taylor has already reached the goal that ive perceived.

when you reorient things and look at it this way, that she’s prioritizing her loved ones and her private life, where you see taylor’s decisions and actions as being self interested and not for ‘us’ the fans, it becomes easier to not see things as hints or promises towards the future. taylor doing gay things during pride month are then not easter eggs for us, they are rather her expressing her queerness during pride month as a queer person who is closeted.

and it’s not that i don’t think taylor will never come out, it’s just that i think she’ll do it on her own time and when it makes sense for herself, not for ‘us’ or anyone else. and it’s contingent on it being something that’s beneficial to her life and the life of her loved ones.

this next part i’m hesitant to write out because it feels like i’m talking down and i don’t want to be talking down on anyone 😢 please understand it’s not my intention to be. sometimes i write similar things but im always dancing around it because its really hard to find a kind way of saying it. it’s just that.. i don’t think taylor or her loved ones should rearrange their lives around the feelings of her fans.

for example, to circle back to easter eggs for a second.. is it a good thing to see them quietly expressing their queerness or affection for one another as an empty promise to the fans? something to be upset about or offended by? i just am not sure if that is the best way to go about things. should closeted people not flag during pride month? is taylor’s situation somehow different, maybe? if so, in what other ways is her situation unique? i feel like it would be a lot easier on ourselves if we de-centered ourselves from their actions or from things we see as easter eggs, and instead just observed and followed along to the extent that we find it interesting or meaningful to ourselves, and find other guiding lights if that feels necessary, you know?

to touch on my easter egg thoughts.. since the advent of tiktok, the expansion of the gaylor fandom, and the exponential growth of her fandom through midnights and the eras tour, we have reached a volume of fans which will statistically speaking be able to notice and point out several times more things that look like easter eggs, than was the case in the past. there are so many things you can find out there and i just think it’s important to remember that some number of things that you’ll end up noticing or seeing people put together just won’t come true. and it’s not even people being ‘delusional’ it’s just a matter of the sheer number of eyes on taylor’s actions looking specifically for easter eggs. some amount of things might pan out to be true. but statistically, the vast majority simply won’t be and i think it’s important to be Okay with that. or maybe it’s like.. you know how the old queen of england pretty famously would pick out clothes and jewelry that had meaning or for her to like express her thoughts or to convey feelings when attending public events? (there’s historical documentation on this). well she wasn’t ever like… hinting at the future 😂 like maybe taylor is just most of the time doing things in a similar way. things have meaning but not all things are pointing to something, you know? maybe that’s a different way to try thinking about it.

speaking in theory, it would be a huge benefit to queer people everywhere, and society at large, for a bunch of public figures to come out en masse. or even just for taylor to. i don’t want to sound dismissive of this. i was really invested in this back in like 2018-2019. in theory, it is undeniable and i don’t intend to refute it. it’s simply that, speaking contemporarily, i am firmly unconvinced that taylor is about that life and i think it’s important to recognize that. think about songs like anti hero, sweet nothing, or dear reader. really listen to those lyrics. “did you hear my covert narcissism disguised as altruism” “and the voices that implore you should be doing more, to you i can admit, that im just too soft for all of it” “i prefer hiding in plain sight” “spilling out to you for free, but darling darling please, you wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking, if you knew where i was walking” and there’s some other stuff on ttpd as well but i think midnights is written out much more softly and might be easier to consider.

now as a kaylor, when she gives speeches where she’s saying she feels her life has meaning, like how she did throughout tour, i would offer the idea that it’s because she has entered a new stage in life that is very rewarding. from a kaylor perspective, statements like this from taylor make plenty of sense separate from a conversation of if she’s coming out or not. because there have been one or two …or three, happy things that have theoretically newly entered her life in recent years. i know you’re a gaylor and probably not a kaylor but i hope you can understand the rationale that a lot of kaylors have here. one last thing that i wanted to add my thoughts on, if you would allow me.. i don’t know how exactly to put this but i do think it is important to respond to: your life can have meaning without being out of the closet. i am not sure of your personal orientation or identity but for anyone out there: please, please do not hinge your self worth on coming out, especially when we all live in such a hostile society. you are worthy of love and your life has meaning regardless of if you divulge it to people, some of whom might harm you for doing so. you don’t owe your personal truth to a hostile public. find your people. celebrate with your chosen family. and take pride in your identity. but please do not sacrifice your personal safety in pursuit of an ideal or think that your are incomplete for not being open and out. you are already complete! your life already has meaning.

[mistysconcilium]

a scary movie

day 2 of seven days of halloween .ᐟ 👻

paring - alive!tate langdon x reader

synopsis - you go to the movies to watch a scary movie with tate

tags - drabble • fluff • maybe ooc tate • mention of characters in movie getting killed • english is not my first language

୨୧ note - i really enjoyed writing and editing this so i hope you will like it too !! this is my first tate fic so if he is ooc i apologize. hope you enjoy . ᐟ

“Do you want to share one large popcorn or should we have like two mediums for ourselves?”

“We could share one,” Tate replied while he put all the candy he had gathered on the counter in front of the cashier.

“Okay, so one large popcorn and these candy’s” the cashier at the movie theatre recounted, “What do you guys want to drink?”

“A large coke please” Tate chimed in right behind you.

“Two large cokes” you said to the cashier.

She nodded. After you paid and got all your snacks you and Tate walked to the salon to try to find your seats.

“This our row I think and our seats should be..,” after taking another look at the tickets and looking at the seats numbers you finally found them; “right here!” you continued, turning around and smiling at Tate behind you who were carrying all of your snacks in both his arms.

When you both had sat down Tate handed you your part of the candy and your drink, but he kept your shared popcorn bucket in between his thighs.

The commercials started and during a weird one you looked over at Tate to whisper a joke about it in his ear but when you looked over you saw something shocking!

Tate had already eaten like a fourth of the popcorn in the bucket! Only a few minutes into the commercials and he had eaten that much? You quickly grabbed the bucket from him.

”Hey, what are you doing?” he reaches out to grab some more popcorn but you smack his hand away.

”You've already eaten a lot” you glare at him trying to look mad.

Tate just laughs at your attempt to look mad. “Shhhh” you put your hand over his mouth to quiet him down “the movie‘s starting” you add in a whisper.

The movie was just some random badly made horror movie. You couldn’t even remember the name of it. You and Tate had just decided to watch it to get in a halloween mood since it was October.

The movie barely had a plot, just some excessive bad gore and a weird looking supernatural killer. But regardless you still got scared at one point.

“AH” some popcorn fell from the bucket in your lap onto the floor because of your reaction to the jumpscare on screen.

You could hear Tate chuckling at your reaction. “You are also going to get scared at one point y’know” you whispered to him. “I live in the murder house” he responded mockingly, “I’m not gonna get scared by a stupid movie”

The movie continued. Several people got killed on screen. You could tell the movie makers wanted to make it look scary and terrifying but it just ended up being funny. Right before the end of the movie, during a jumpscare, you notice someone slightly jumping in their chair from the corner of your eye. Tate had gotten scared? Tate, who lives in the murder house, had gotten scared!

“You totally got scared at the end” you chuckled while holding Tate’s hand when you were walking out of the movie theater.

“I did not” Tate responded just looking straight ahead.

“Yes, you totally did!” you say in a lighthearted tone, “You just don’t wanna admit it because you want to be all cool and cold-hearted” you laugh.

Tate didn’t respond, he just shaked his head trying to suppress a smile. You could tell you were right based on his reaction.

“Don’t worry I still think you are cool” You smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

love, elisabet <3

taglist (not everyone bc idk who likes tate); @fear-is-truth @d3adarling

reblogs and comments are always appreciated . ᐟ

dividers by @/strangergraphics

[mentally-gone002]

is it too early to love you? - part 7

(moodboard made by moi)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

summary: reader and spencer meet in the afternoon like they’d promised to play chess and get coffee. everything is prefect and comfortable, even as reader gets brave enough to do something she felt sorry for not doing sooner. 

a/n: gang… i don’t wanna end this one… but idk what i should do past this part😭😭😭 but if yall want more just request smth cuz im obsessed with how this turned out🤓 ALSO ty for all the love you’re given this series, ive had a blast writing this (literally destroyed my sleep schedule i made because i go back to school in like four days or some bullshit) and it’s rlly awesome being a writer that makes fun little things that ppl end up loving!!!! so big ty to all of yall who’ve been reading 

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was this too much?

i stared at myself in the mirror as i adjusted the collar of my sweater with my fingers. 

i’m just going to see my best friend, so why am i dressing like this is a date? and why am i so nervous. 

it’s a good nervous. the kind that had an entire rabble of butterflies fluttering around my stomach.

it wasn’t fancy, just a casual outfit that he’d definitely never seen me in before. i would wear this on a date though. on an occasion like this one.

i stepped away from my reflection. it was 11:30 and it wouldn’t take me longer than ten minutes to get to the coffee shop but i got my shoes on anyway. it doesn’t hurt to be early. 

i left my apartment in a giddy rush. my feet were louder on the stairs than usual due to my quick pace. 

one of my neighbors who was walking inside gave me an amused smile. “what’re you getting up to today?” she asked. 

i directed my eyes towards her. “i’m going to see a friend.” my lips were pinned in a smile. 

she grinned widely. “is it that boy who’s always coming over? the handsome tall one with brown hair?” 

“maybe.” i nodded. 

she gave me a knowing look. “oh honey, are you sure he’s just a friend?”

i tried to hide the flush over my cheeks. “i’m sure.” 

“okay.” she nodded slowly like she wasn’t convinced. “i’ll know when he’s more than that.” 

i rolled my eyes and left the building, deciding to walk instead of drive. maybe it’ll help my energy levels. 

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i was cold by the time i got to the coffee shop. the autumn air was motionless apart from when cars would drive past me on the street, and the chill bit at my face and hands, even though i had them hidden in the sleeves of my sweater. it was bearable though. 

“welcome in!” 

the cheerful voice of a barista behind the counter mingled with the bell above the door and the chatter of customers placed across the establishment. it was warm inside and it smelled like coffee, for obvious reasons. 

“hey.” a familiar voice sounded behind me. i turned around to look at spencer while he closed the shop door behind himself. 

“hi.” i smiled. 

“have you been here long?” he wondered. 

i shook my head and freed my hands from my sleeves. “no. i got here a minute or two ago…” spencer’s hand on my face had me trailing off. his fingers moved some of my hair away from my eyes.

“did you walk?” his brows were pinched together, more so as i nodded. “it’s cold out.” 

i smiled. he’s too sweet. “i’m okay. it’s not that bad.” i promised him through the tone of my voice and the look i gave him through my lashes. 

he smiled softly with a nod. “good.” 

“we still have a chess game to go play, so you better not let the temperature get to you.” my hand reached out to gently clamp around his wrist so i could pull him after me into the short line so we could get our coffees and then walk to the park. 

“can i try yours?” i asked while walking down the sidewalk, outside again. i gestured to his coffee by tapping the side of it with my index finger. our arms brushed as we walked. 

spencer hummed a ‘yes’ as he handed off his cup to me. 

i excitedly took his cup and sipped from it, cautiously because i’ve heard morgan say that it would put him in a coma if he had more than a sip of it after mixing up an order. this happened years ago but morgan still talks about it.

he was right because when the drink hit my tongue i closed my eyes, pulling a face at how sweet it was. “jesus!”

spencer’s sweet laughter swirled inside my head. he gently took his cup back. “too sweet?” 

i nodded quickly. “yeah. how do you drink that everyday?” i sipped my own coffee to try and get rid of the sugar that still lingered on my tongue. 

when we kissed he tasted like that.

he shrugged. “i don’t know, I’m just used to it i guess.”

our arms brushed again because i can’t walk in a straight line but he didn’t seem to mind. “what did you get?” he quizzed. 

i read the barista’s handwriting on the side of the cup. it was what i got whenever i went to a coffee shop but i still liked to get my answer right. “a half dark half white chocolate mocha with caramel. i got a double shot of espresso today so… we’ll see how that plays out.” my eyes trailed up to his face while we stopped at the crosswalk across from the park. he glanced down at me, eyes all content. his pupils were blown wide which made it hard to see the brown of his eyes. 

“don’t get a caffeine rush on me.” spencer told me. “i might not be able to handle you.” 

i scoffed with a squint of my eyes. “please, you’re able to handle me no matter what.” 

he agreed with me. 

while we were stepping away from the safety of the sidewalk i mindlessly grabbed spencer’s hand. it was just a habit i’ve always had. an instinct to reach out and hold onto whoever i was with while crossing the street. 

when we reached the other side i quickly released his hand. i met his eyes with my own. “sorry. force of habit.” i smiled shyly. 

spencer smiled back. “it’s okay.” 

he found an empty table to play chess at, which was the only one that wasn’t occupied. i never knew people favored playing chess in a park so much until now.

i sat down on a stone chair on one side of the board while spencer sat across from me, pulling a box of chess pieces out of his bag. i watched him slide the white colored pieces over to me. “do you just carry those around all the time?” i wondered while placing all the pieces in the correct places. 

“yeah.” he nodded. 

i smiled. “you have a marry poppins bag.” 

“i love marry poppins.” spencer hummed. 

i laughed quietly in endearment. he’s really pretty today. 

“okay,” i put my hands flush against one another and rubbed them together. “prepare to loose.” i slid one piece forward.

spencer shook his head. “in your dreams.” he moved a piece. 

i watched him and processed a few things i could do before moving. 

we went back and forth in silence for a few minutes before i looked up at him. he was looking at the board with furrowed brows. “when did you learn to play?” 

spencer moved a piece before answering. “when i was a kid. me and my mom would play a lot.” he focused on my lips for a moment before shifting to my eyes. he smiled almost timidly. 

i stole one of his pieces with my next move. it was held between my fingers beside my face. “gotcha.” i whispered. 

he took a piece of mine and mirrored me. “you were saying?”

i frowned. “you’re mean.” i moved again.

“this is all part of the game.” he laughed as we kept playing. 

i rested my head in my hand and stared at the pieces in thought. i moved another piece over the board before taking a quick sip of coffee. 

the park was nice today. there were a lot of people walking or sitting or playing chess like us. it was comfortable. i don’t know why i haven’t come here as much. 

spencer’s hair fell over his face when a light breeze blew through the park and i wanted to reach out and brush it out of his eyes. 

i don’t remember moving my arms to do so, but i leaned across the small table and did so anyway. spencer didn’t take his eyes off of mine, not while i was moving his hair with my fingertips on his skin, and not when his hand mirroring mine took the one in his hair in his own. he intertwined our fingers and i thought i was dreaming as he moved so our elbows were propping our joined hands over the board. 

he nonchalantly went back to the game, taking one of my pieces. “your move.” he squeezed my hand to snap me out of my trance the physical contact put me in. 

i nodded, pursing my lips. “right.” i felt like there was more attention on me and it made my focus dwindle. i still moved a piece that spencer took after a few moves, but he smoothed his thumb over the small extent of my hand he could touch. 

i smiled suddenly as i took a piece of his. “while i was leaving my building my neighbor asked me where i was going. when i told her i was seeing a friend she asked ‘the handsome tall one with brown hair’ and i thought that was such an accurate description of you.” i sipped more of my coffee. being outside had cooled it down significantly. 

spencer squeezed my hand that i was convinced he wasn’t ever going to let go. i met his eyes. “you think i’m…” he trailed off momentarily while he moved another piece. “tall?” he asked, that stupid but addicting smile slipped onto his lips. 

i scoffed, mouth open in an amused smile. “yes, yes i do.” i nodded with a laugh. “all 6’1 of you.” 

spencer’s eyes were so soft on mine. they were just full of adoration and endearment. i didn’t have a problem with getting lost in them. i’d get more lost just in his company every day. 

“you’re so beautiful…” his voice was so quiet i wouldn’t have caught what he’d said if i wasn’t looking at him. i read his lips in slow motion. 

“thank you.” 

we played the rest of the game in silence and secret glances. spencer won which didn’t surprise me. he told me i was good though, and that must mean i’m really good if its coming from him. 

spencer let go of my hand so that we could put the pieces away. my hand got cold immediately. i worked quickly to group the colors of pieces and slide them over to him. 

when we left the table, people immediately occupied it. i laughed slightly. 

“is there this many people here often?” i asked, my hand brushing his as we walked. 

he slowly interlaced our fingers again, being casual with it. “this isn’t the busiest it’s been.” he replied. i nodded, looking down at our joined hands. 

my feet stopped moving across the sidewalk and spencer stopped with me. “you okay?” 

i looked up at him, searching his eyes for what he must have searched mine for when he’d first kissed me. 

i wanted to kiss him. 

i can’t deny that anymore. 

so in the middle of the park in the afternoon i did just that. i stood on my toes and kissed him. my chest pressed against his and i swear i could feel his quickened heartbeat while our lips gently pressed together. 

spencer dropped my hand to cradle my face, meaning i couldn’t pull away so soon. and i was just fine with that. 

i slid my hand around his waist to his back. my palms pressed flat into him, making a soft hum pass from him to me. 

when we did pull away for breath, spencer whispered, “it’s not too early to love me.” his forehead pressed against mine. 

i smiled. “you heard me that night?”

“yeah.” he nodded subtly. “and i’ve played it over and over again in my head.” 

i smiled, tilting my head to kiss him once. “it sounds like you love me.” i ran my hands down his back. 

“i do.” he whispered. “i really do.” 

my head rested on his chest as i hugged him closer. his arms wrapped around me in an instant. “i’m sorry i made you wait for me.” i muttered. 

“i’d wait for you no matter what.” spencer replied, kissing the top of my head. 

i smiled in content, breathing in his scent that was like a muscle relaxant. everyone and everything around me and him just faded away. 

until both of us got a phone call. 

i frowned and dug into my pocket to answer the same time as spencer. 

“hello?” 

“hello my lovely, we have a case and need you here ASAP.” penelope’s cheerful voice filled my ear. i sighed and looked up at spencer as he gave me the same look. 

i nodded. “okay. we’ll start heading over.” 

“who’s ‘we’?” penelope asked. 

“me and spencer.” i replied, not really caring if she freaks out because it’s worth it for him. 

she squealed over the line. spencer had already hung up and was waiting for me. “that’s so adorable. okay, get here quick, hotch is looking at me impatiently.”

“okay. see you soon.” 

“bye!”

i shoved my phone back into my pocket. “there goes the weekend.” i took spencer’s hand as we walked to where his car was parked. 

“i’m glad we got to do this.” he told me. i smiled, running my thumb against his hand. 

“me too.” i agreed. 

spencer stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to kiss me once. i giggled with my eyes closed. “what was that for?” i wondered. 

“just to make sure this is real.” he replied. 

i stood on my toes to kiss him again. “it is.” 

he kissed me one more time, which resulted in some guy telling us to ‘get a room’ to which i started laughing, head leaned back. 

spencer started dragging me to his car with that, we were in the safety of it when he kissed me one last time. 

“the team is waiting.” i reminded him. 

his eyes went wide. “i forgot.” he chuckled softly. 

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when we made it to the roundtable room morgan whistled at us. “about time.” 

i smiled awkwardly and sat down, spencer following right beside me. “sorry. my car wouldn’t start.” i lied. 

“ah yes, so you repaid pretty boy with a kiss?” 

i whipped my head towards spencer and noticed a mark from the tinted chapstick i was wearing on his lips. i discretely used my fingers to wipe away any color that escaped my lips. “that’s not from me that’s from… a random girl on the street.” i avoided everyone’s eyes while attempting not to smile. “she thought he was handsome.” 

the whole team exchanged a series of unconvinced looks. hotch was the first to speak. “start the brief garcia.” 

with that she got started, talking about the new case full of gruesome details that i only heard half of. i was too distracted by the way spencer grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it to assure we were okay. 

the team definitely didn’t believe any of what i’d just said but it didn’t really matter. neither of us cared. 

it definitely wasn’t too early to love him. 

[jennapancake]

I want you to want me...

Sirius Black x Reader

Description: Sirius and you have an agreement of friends with benefits but this is how you end it after realizing he'll never feel the same way you feel for him.

Warnings: Curse Words, Angst, Heartbreak, Friends with Benefits, Unrequited love?, Hurt no comfort kinda?

A/n: Honestly I don't know what this is but I wanted to write a Sirius fic so here ya go. I may write a part 2?? Lmk if you want one cause idk.

The tears flowed freely now no matter how much you willed them to stop as you quickly made your way through the empty corridors of Hogwarts. How could you ever be so stupid. The memories of him making out with her in the room of requirements. Your secret spot. But I suppose it's your own fault for ever thinking thee Sirius Black could ever think of you as more than a side hookup. It all was just pure meaningless sex to him.

You don't know when you caught feelings during this little agreement of yours but I suppose it wasn't his fault. Feelings and loyalty were never stated in the agreement you two had and you knew they were both things the boy lacked. You just wish it didn't hurt so much.

“Y/n! Wait please!” You heard the shouting coming from the same boy whom you caught a mere minute ago, deep inside of Marlene McKinnon. “Hold on!” the boy stumbled after you, still fixing his white button up shirt.

But you didn't wait, you kept your quick pace while continuously wiping your tears on the sleeves of your quidditch sweater, pleading with yourself to stop crying in case the boy did catch up to you. Which of course he did and of course he could tell from your puffy eyes that something was wrong.

“Hey, hey, hey why are you crying?” The boy looked at you with gentle eyes and a worried expression, taking in your unusual appearance.

You never cried. Not when you tell off your broom in first year flying lessons and broke your arm. Not when the boys from Ravenclaw made fun of you for blowing up your potion after rejecting one of their friends. Not even when James Potter, your best friend in the whole world told you he didn't want to be friends anymore. So why now? All because the boy you've been sleeping with- No fallen in love with, doesn't see you the same way you see him? The boy who has no obligation to you besides a few make out sessions behind closed doors? Fuck this was stupid.

“Nothing, Sirius. It's just been a long day.” You replied, a defeated look in your eyes as you stared down the hallway, not having the ability to look the boy in the eyes without breaking down again.

“Tell me about it? I'm here for you. We were friends before our arrangement, you know! And if seeing me with Marlene has anything to do with it you should know-” The boy spoke quickly, concern coating his words in a sticky sweetness you were more recently used to. He knew something must be wrong for you to openly cry in the hallway but you cut him off quickly.

“I do not care about Marlene! I just want to be left alone, Sirius. You owe me nothing and can sleep with whomever you want. I was on my way to tell you I do not wish to continue this arrangement between us any longer anyways.” You didn't mean that. But you were hurt and it was your own fault. You should have never let it go on this long so it's best to cut your losses and move on. Distance yourself as always, maybe even find new friends. I'm sure James would be happy about that.

“What- but- why?” Sirius asked, gently grabbing your hand before you headed down the hall and away from him, knowing your tendency to run off. “I thought we were fine?”

“You speak like this was an actual relationship, Sirius. We were friends with benefits, nothing more, correct? I mean you were just balls deep in my best friend.” You retorted.

“So this does have to do with Marlene and me?”

“There's a two of you now?”

“Godrich no-”

“Then why-”

“No, you tell me why you're acting this way. Why are you so ready to end what we have?!”

“Because we don't have anything, Sirius!” You shouted “and that's the problem” you whispered under your breath and yet the boy still heard.

“What do you mean?” The boy asked, a wrinkle of confusion contorting his forehead as he tried to piece your words together.

“I don't know when it started or how but I've grown to want you more than whatever this is.” You gestured between you before taking a deep breath as you looked at the ceiling to stop the tears that gathered on your waterline once more “and you being with MY best friend in OUR spot just proves that you will never feel how I feel for you, Sirius.”

“Y/n…” the boy began, sympathy coating his features as he reached out for you once more, except this time you pulled away from his grasp with a shake of your head.

“No Sirius. Do not look at me with such pity. Its best we end this arrangement here. I can move on and you can fuck all the girls you'd like.”

“But that's not what I want-”

“Sounds like an amazing deal to me.”

“But what about us?”

“There is no us, Sirius Black. I love you. You don't love me. That's all! That's all it will ever be, all we'll ever be! Eventually we'll be friends again but until then I'll hangout with Pandora and the others as I used to do and you can keep your group of friends. James will be pleased to not have to see me more and not have us faux flirt in front of him.”

“I don't want that and James may act all grumpy but he enjoys your company I know he does and I lo-”

“No Sirius. He ended our friendship a long time ago and I should've stayed away from him and his friends just as he told me to all those years ago.” You shook your head already taking small steps away from the boy.

“Darling please” Sirius frowned, reaching out once more “Just listen to me.”

“No and now I must go.” You said, backing up slowly down the hallway and out of his reach “Don't want to fall behind on my study time over a silly little hookup.” You almost sobbed as you spoke, turning around so you didn't have to watch as Sirius' eyes followed you down the hallway, the same sadness coaxing his features and so that same boy didn't see how his absence was going to shatter your heart into a million more pieces. “I'll see you around, black.” You shouted as confidently as possible, hoping he didn't note the crack in your voice as a tear slipped down your cheek.

And as you rounded the corner, you failed to notice the tear slipping past his own water line and down his flushed cheeks as he mumbled “But I want you too..."

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literally going to fight someone about ninjago dr s3 because, before anyone flames me, this wasn’t the best season so far 😞

look I’m not the best at analyzing stuff like this but I do my fair share in writing and research so I do want to share my personal opinion on the story and etc.

you’re telling me Cole basically got ZERO SCREENTIME?? ZERO. NONE.

sora GOING WITH ARIN?? WHAT THE F- why. WHY. I’M LITERALLY GONNA JUMP I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP BUT THAT IS NOT IT

I REALLY REALLY need to see Lloyd start crashing out about losing BOTH his students (i have no idea if Frak is considered his student because… he basically didn’t get focus either)

Ras’ bxtch ahh should go to hell just saying

the only thing I liked was MORRO THE LOML AND MY WIFE PIX AND JAYYYAYAYA MY LOVE

OH AND WYFY AND ROBY THEYRE SOOAJRJRJFJ we love supportive Kai that was the best part btw; theyre literally so father and daughter FIGHT W THE WALL ^^

to be completely honest, I feel like in general there was a lot of comedic moments and less storytelling. the only good storytelling part imo was Ras and Arin’s side: specifically Ras’ mfing manipulation over Arin.

tbf that part was always a masterpiece… not the literal manipulation though

and the part where Jay says Arin’s parents are alive… I’m gonna jump if Ras faked their deaths to use Arin like a fvcking puppet

The flashback of Sora and Arin meeting was definitely wholesome, but not… really… expected or like kind of random ig? I feel like they could have showed it through Arin and Sora maybe feeling guilty and remembering how they met or something, more-so Sora since she ends up going with Arin.

like I get they’re best friends and all but… I feel like more could’ve been done with that(?) to show Sora wanting to stay with Arin in the end, esp with the relationship between the ninja and Ras.

And FRAK. DID. NOT. GET. ENOUGH. …development? Character-wise

Frak suddenly going all “I don’t think you understand what being a ninja is” in the last or second to last episode to Arin, but we don’t see enough interaction to build his idea of that other than being a superfan of them in general

I will never stop saying this: they should give him some kind of arc in helping him switch over from Ras’ “anger and hate becomes strength” technique to the ninja’s. We clearly see him more aggressive on the obstacle course in the first episode, but that’s barely touched on later on…

i do like how Arin ends up being able to do object Spinjitzu well enough in the end by.. using his kindness or wtvr that was… to defeat Thunderfang (who will definitely come back and better die for basically killing Morro… he’s already dead but that’s not the point)

i don’t think redoing the merge can “bring back his parents” even if they were actually dead because despite all that talk on it reshaping reality… idk if that’s how things work

I am glad about Arin still stopping Ras from fighting at times and etc.; his character is probably the best here other than Ras imo

other than we have:

that part in the First Realm (or Land ig) where Frak freaks out about the Oni… dude you’re literally right next to one

frak is so real btw I love him, just wish he could be more refined in terms of character

never mind frak though, COLE BETTER HAVE A LOT MORE SCREENTIME IN PART 2; never gonna forgive the writers for this

Oh and Zane dying for the nth time, that was great

Sora and frak bickering… I take back the shipping from my last post, but I do get Sora for being pissed off a bit

And Lloyd saying “green is the best” I LOVE HIM HAHAHSJSJSJN<33

like I said, there was a lot of comedic relief and stuff: not to say it wasn’t funny bc I cackled at most of them, but the overall story just.. wasn’t what I expected

I stand by my case that season 2 is still the best dr season… at least so far

Idk like I said I’m not really good at this stuff and sometimes I change my mind after hearing others’ opinions so lemme know if you agree or if you wanna throw me to the Netherspace