#if anyone knows where i can watch the rest of this show pls let me know

[orpheus-lovett-thenardier]

I know this isn’t what I normally post about, but I just think it’s really cool that Patrick Page has the Barnabas Collins cane

[jellyluvr]

if your taking requests can you please do a smut with tate basically where he's fucking us in the skull makeup????? you can make the rest however I've just never seen anyone make a fic with him and the skull makeup

Eyeliner

- tate langdon x fem!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I love this sm!! Ty for the request!!! Also this is kind of gonna be tweaked to my liking, so sorry if it doesn't fit too perfectly. (It still has skull makeup) also I think pieces of Cain posted a fic similar to this one but I promise I'm not stealing! (I'm horrible at titles pls help)

Tw: both r nervousish??, handjob?, a little bit of dick sucking, tate being a whiny BITCH!! And some p n v

S: after finishing tates makeup, you start your own but tate can't help but feel aroused by your body. After asking for help, you help him.

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Tate leaned against the bathroom wall, letting you touch up his skull makeup. You used an eyeliner since it was all you had, but it worked quite well.

He stared down at you, his hands in his pockets as he stayed quiet, allowing you to finish. Of course he didn't know if you were, but every so often you'd take the brush away and stare for a second. He thought it was cute, the way your nose scrunched up as you contemplated if it was good or not. He even smiled a bit.

His dimples showed as he gave a toothy grin, snickering at you as you watched. "What?" You said, quite offended. He just giggled more shaking his head. "It's fine.. just finish." He encouraged, his little giggles eventually fading. He returned to his neutral self, you touching up his nose as you tried to work with the outline you had done earlier.

As you worked, tate looked in the mirror, the reflection showing your ass. He loved those short.. short.. shorts. The tiny little strap on them made him go crazy.. the drawstrings tightened to fit your figure.. fuck.

You two weren't dating. More of just friends with occasional flirting, but tate had a crush on you. A huge crush. As childish as it sounded, he really did take peeks at you. Even when you changed.. but this was the first time he got a good view.

"Done! You like it?" You smiled, stepping back as he watched your ass move slightly, a tent growing in his pants. He turned to the mirror, nodding with another smile. "I love it. Thank you.." he moved in, his large hands gripping at your waist as he pulled you in for a hug.

He really only did it so he could see your ass in the mirror again, but he really focused on how your chest pressed against him. Oh how he loved you didn't wear bras.

Your tiny little shirt made him froth from mouth. It made him go feral.. it made him want to do unspeakable things to you. And as you clung to him, he made a move. His hand creeped to your ass, cupping it as your eyes opened, widening before you looked up.

You felt his hand rub against your ass cheek lightly as he looked in the mirror, watching it. He didn't seem to notice you looking up at him, so you finally said something. "Tate?" He let out a hum, his hand moving up to your waist again. "Why were you touching me there?" You felt butterflies in your stomach as you pulled from the hug a little, his hands falling from your waist.

He looked into your eyes, "Sorry.. where did I touch you?" He said, acting clueless. You raised a brow, your arms going over your chest as you laughed a little. "What? You can't make that excuse." You responded as his eyes watched your mouth move. Jesus.. even your mouth was hot. "I like when you talk like that." His eyes went back up to your eyes with a smile.

"Tate, seriously.." you rolled your eyes, and in the matter of one second tate moved in, hugging you again. "Thanks for the makeup too." He rubbed his hand over your head, slightly messing your hair up. "Yeah.. okay.." you said, pulling back before looking in the mirror, resting your body on the counter as you picked up the eyeliner you used on tate. You began to try and copy the makeup, starting on your eyes.

Tate couldn't help but look at your ass, his eyes almost turning into hearts as he stared down. "Fuck.." he cussed under his breath, one hand going to his throbbing boner as he gave it the attention it craved. He did it subtly, but enough to make him choke down a few moans. You hadn't noticed, but as you looked over you caught on to something being wrong.

Tate was being weird. Usually he'd flirt as a joke, maybe brush your cheek but he had never touched you intimately like earlier. Neither had he been bold enough to rub himself. You looked over at him, watching as he looked to you. "It looks good.. don't worry." He gave a thumbs up, his right hand remaining on his crotch. You looked down at it, then back up at his face before nodding. "Yeah, okay.." you rolled your eyes, returning back to the makeup as you laughed under your breath, his eyes traveling every curve on your body. Every detail was engraved in his head for later. For when he'd touch himself for real.

"Y/n, Where'd you get those shorts?" He asked, moving up a little as his hand abandoned his now, very disappointed cock. "Uhh.. like old navy maybe? I dunno.. I'll check later." You responded, focusing on your makeup.

Tate moved to where he was aligned with your ass his hand going to the band as he pulled it up, looking at the tag uncaring.

You immediately reacted, turning your head back as you let out a gasp, moving tates hand away. You looked up at him, standing as he smiled mischievously. "I was just checking the tag.. calm down." He responded, raising his hands up in defense. He had seen your panties.. and oh boy.. he wasn't disappointed. Neither was his dick.

You turned back to the mirror, a little annoyed at him. But, you couldn't lie.. you had quite the crush yourself. Everything he was doing was weird.. but you did like his boldness. You didn't want to admit it, but it did turn you on. How cheeky and careless he was. He was so fun to hang out with.. and he was cute. It was a win win.

Tate looked down at your ass, looking at how tight the shorts were. Damn. You really did things to him. You made him melt.. and he did just the same for you.

Both of you liked each other, a classic romance scenario. But, tate was much bolder than you. You were the opposite of him when you guys were together. Tate had his past.. his dark doings haunting him. He had never been much of a talker, but you had brought him out of his shell.

You had changed him.

"Are you copying me?" He said, dramatically scowling as you laughed a little, looking at him through the mirror. "I did yours, it's my work." You continued as tate leaned on the counter with you, trying to appreciate for who you were without checking you out.

His eyes drifted to your tits a few times, but he managed to control himself. Sadly, his boner wasn't too happy with his good behavior. And soon, as he looked at you a few times, it became painful. Very.

The restraints of his pants were killing him, and his mind was invaded with thoughts of you... him touching you and you touching him. Tate needed to think of something gross, or get off.

He chose get off.

But, the problem was how? He wanted you to help him.. and he came up with the perfect solution as you messed with the eyeliner.

"You'd do anything to like.. help me, right?" He asked out of the blue, his face slightly shaded red. You turned to him, putting down the eyeliner with worry. "Yeah, what's up?" You leaned your head on your hand, looking at him as he shuffled uncomfortably. Actually asking for it made him really nervous.

"Well," he bit down on his tongue as he looked at you, your innocence killing him. "Just.." he sighed, his hand going in his hair as he tried to compose himself. "Don't think I'm weird, okay?" He looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes, seeming to be sincere. You nodded, smiling as you did so. You loved tate. He was your best friend.. your only friend. "Of course, tate." You confirmed, waiting for his supposed confession.

"I've got a boner." He said, his eyes moving from yours as his face turned red. You stared for a moment, almost laughing before realizing he was serious. "And you want me to help you?" You said, your body beginning to heat up. "Yes.. yes.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have asked." He said quickly, clearly a bit scared.

This was a little shocking from how bold he had been, but I guess he was just a weird guy overall.

"I can help... yeah." You responded, standing up as you felt a kick of confidence. Tate cleared his throat, looking down at his pants as you did the same. Before he could say anything more, your hand went to the zipper of his pants, undoing it. Tate felt a little surprised, but relieved that you were forward. He smiled to himself, watching as you pulled his dick through, finally letting his hard on free.

He let out a low groan as he watched, your eyes looking down at him before you put your hand around his shaft, looking up at him. He felt his face turn red as he let you suck on his tip, your fist moving up and down along him as you did so. "Fuck.." his head shot back as you did the bare minimum. You hadn't ever done this before, but this was definitely nice to watch. Your mouth went on him deeper, causing him to tug on your hair.

He looked so much hotter in that skull makeup..

You sucked a little harder, his face looking down at yours as he shoved himself farther in your throat, thrusting at a steady pace. "Oh god.." he groaned, pulling out before pulling you up off your knees and instead pushed against the counter. Before you could even react, his hands had tugged down your slutty shorts, revealing your ridiculously small panties. He pushed those to the side, sliding into you with the help of your slick as he filled up your pussy. His grip moved to your hips, you face pushed into the counter from the pleasure and pain mix... "tate.." you moaned, biting down on your lip as he thrusted up into you, hitting your cervix. You let out a yelp, the feeling too much.

"Tate!" This time, you were much louder, and he began to move in and out, looking at you pussy as it slowly got used to his size. "Sorry.." he said quietly, still moving. Apart of him felt bad for just doing that, but you couldn't deny the wonderful feeling that filled your body. "Mm.." you mumbled, Tates thrusts going faster. "You like that?" He pushed out, going faster as each thrust filled your throbbing pussy. You nodded with desperation, your hands clawing at nothing on the counter.

"F-fuck!" You squeaked out, your eyes squeezing shut as your skin plapped with his, his thrusts becoming too much to bare. "Tate! Tate!" You said between grinding teeth, your clit aching with your orgasm approaching. Tate was close too, and with a final moan, he came, pulling out as he watched you ooze with cum. You opened your eyes, looking up at him in the mirror as his face makeup seemed much more blurry.. maybe even ruined with sweat.

"Mmgh.." Tate breathlessly moaned guiding his tip and rubbing your clit with his cock. The overstimulation made him whine some, but it was enough to make you cum. Your eyes rolled back with pleasure, your squeaks and moans growing as you finally hit your climax.

"Thank you.." you said quietly, your legs feeling much more week then usual. "Thank you too.." Tate said in a low tone, feeling as he collapsed next to you, his cock softening after the orgasm.

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Taglist: @kaismanwich @tatelangdonsgirll @daylas-life @hyperharlz @kaiju-superstar @howtobesasha @luttic @spill-the-t @ima0nahlol

Fully aware this sucks sorry. Next scenario based on this ask will be linked once it's posted. 🫠

[woozvc]

promises.

pt.2 of this fic - better left unsaid

synopsis - mingyu can't let you go.

pairing — mingyu x gn!reader

genre/s — hurt-comfort,minor fluff??

a/n - this isn't my best work but I had so many people asking for part 2 so I had to write it 😭😭 I'm not good at writing hurt comfort so pls forgive and focus on mingyu <3

w/c - 1k ish

“y/n get up”

you groan and pull the blanket over your head, wanting to block the sunlight coming into the room. your best friend was kind enough to let you crash on her couch for the night, but you forgot she had a life, work in the morning.

“give me 5 more minutes” you snuggle into the warmth of the couch.

“y/n if you don't get up I swear I'll call up mingyu right now- oh okay damn that was fast”

she stares at you as u immediately get up and give her a annoyed look

“did he really hurt you that bad?”

did he? it's something you also didn't know the answer to. honestly speaking you were mad at mingyu but somewhere in your heart you wanted to forgive him. somewhere in your heart made you think that maybe he never meant it, maybe it was really the heat of the moment

“he hasn't called” you look over to your phone, staring at it. it's silent, no notifications from mingyu asking you where you where or anything. it was completely silent

“he's doing what you asked him to” your friend hands you a glass of water

“I have work but you can stay here as long as you want, don't think about the fight too much okay? from what you've told me, he seems like an amazing dude, maybe it really was a heat of the moment thing? anyway don't rot here all day, if you can go out get some sun” she gives you a small hug and a smile. you nod and say goodbye to her.

the rest of the day goes by quick. all you do is sit on her couch and watch some shows. you thought of cooking something but it kept reminding you of last night so you let it go

it's about 7pm when the door bell rings. you get up to open it, fully expecting your best friend to be standing on the other side. but its not. instead it's a man.

“oh”

oh.

you meet his eyes. he looks the same as he did last night. you don't look better yourself, messy hair and puffy face.

“can I come in?”

“this isn't my house”

“then can you come out?

“I don't know”

mingyu runs his hands through his hair and sighs. he looks at you one last time before sitting down right in front of you and looking up at you.

“mingyu what are you doing..”

“what I should've done yesterday” he looks directly at you, his eyes threatening with tears.

“I get you want to be left alone y/n but I can't do this. I need you to know I'm sorry. I can't let you go to bed mad at me. you don't have to speak to me but please just listen to me?” he looks at you pleading. if the atmosphere was different, you would've laughed at him, told him how he looks like a puppy sitting at the foot of the door.

you don't say anything though. you slowly slide down the door and sit next to him, looking away.

“y/n, you're the love of my life. I've never loved anyone like I love you. what I said yesterday…I regret it. I know that's not enough, I know you have every right to not believe me. but I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I wasn't thinking, I had too much anger and frustration which just burst on you and I'm sorry okay? you don't have to forgive me but please, please believe me when I say I'm sorry?” his voice was shaking. he was trying not to cry and speak as clear as he could but he was failing. he took a deep breath through his tears

“you don't have to contact me right now, talk to me when you want to, I'll leave you alone for now” he started getting up slowly when you grabbed his arm and made him sit down again. you finally look at him again.

“I'm still mad at you, but I'll let it go for now. I want you to promise me this won't happen again.”

mingyu smiles, wiping the tears off his face

“I promise, I swear on my life I'll never speak out of frustration again, I promise.”

you nod, holding your hand out to him “okay, let's go home.”

mingyu pulls you into a hug, buring his face in the crook of your neck and smiling. you hug him back, just enjoying his warmth for a while.

you hear footsteps and look up

“you guys are so cringe.. ugh you're going to let bugs into my appartment please leave or get in or do something so I can close my door”

you laugh, glad mingyu didn't leave this unsaid.

[lixiektty]

angel pussy

word count: 1.3k

warnings/kinks: dom!chan, sub!reader, language, oral (f. receiving), pussy smacking, praise, only a little degradation, pet names, dirty talk, pls feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: took a mental health break while i was trying to finish up school before winter break, but i'm back!! and i hope you all enjoy my upcoming works for this month.

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waking up here would always felt like a dream. all the walls to the room were glass, giving an open view to the snow falling down and landing onto the ground. it was better knowing that you lived in the middle of nowhere and didn't have to worry about anyone watch you.

it'd get really cold at night but with your boyfriend by your side, he kept you company with his body heat, you rested peacefully everytime.

this morning, he woke you up with a shower of kisses along your collarbone and neck. he had been going at it since the moment he woke up, eager for the taste of your skin. you were addicting to him, honestly. he really could not get enough.

chan didn't start moving closer to your jaw until he felt you starting to stir awake. you groan, eyes fluttering open, "chris—" you whine.

"good morning, angel," he mumbled against your skin, "i woke up with a craving."

you sigh, head resting back on the pillows, "what is it?"

"was craving you— the sweet taste of your pussy, can i eat you out?" he asked. he sounded so innocent asking like that, you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on— even just a little bit.

"it's 7 in the morning," you protest.

"that's never stopped us before," he chuckled, leaving a wet peck right under your jaw, "come on baby, it's driving me crazy."

chan was still marking up your neck, hand now creeping under your shirt. his warm fingers sliding against your skin sent chills down your spine. you didn't want to reject his offer, you were just still half asleep and wanted to go back to your slumber.

"you can lay back and relax, i'll do all the work," he added, hoping it'd make you agree.

"ugh, fine," those words leaving your mouth excited chan more than you thought, a bright smile shining on his face as if he didn't ask for such a dirty thing.

"thank you, angel," he thanked, before moving on top of you while still remaining under the covers, placing the most gentle kiss upon your lips.

he was soon moving down, disappearing into the blanket, hot breath on your already bare cunt.

"only put my shirt on last night?" he asked. you heard that smirk he wore on his face so clearly.

you hum in response, hips wiggling as if it was an invite for him to finally shove his face between your legs. his hands rub the smooth skin on your thighs, pushing them up and apart for him to fit comfortably into.

finally, his skilled mouth was on you, gently sucking up your arousal. you let out a sigh in pleasure, relaxing just as chan said you would.

it didn't matter how, what, when or where— chan was going to show you his affection. just like this morning, he only wanted to taste you, not even wanting to fuck you like that wouldn't please him too. no, he just wanted the taste of you melting on his tongue.

"mmh, so sweet," he praised, humming into you.

your clit throbbed from the attention he was giving you, and the words leaving his dirty mouth. he knew exactly how to use it wether that being on you or using it to say the things he knew would have you weak in the knees.

his tongue was moving in slow circles, taking his time and being gentle with you this early in the morning. you appreciated it, but your body needed more. everything was happening too slow.

usually, on any other occasion, chan would be eating you out as if he was starving. lips bright pink and swollen after being done with you. as much as you wanted, you had no idea what was going on in his mind and why he was taking his time. he wanted to savor every taste even though he knew he had you all the himself.

it was difficult to hold yourself back when being expressive with what you desire most. so you didn't, bucking your hips up into his mouth.

"more, chan please—" you beg. his next actions after pulling away surprise you though, considering he had been so gentle not too long ago. a sharp slap was sent against your folds. you jump at the obvious contact.

"i told you to relax and i'd do the work right?" he asked, if only you could see that look on his face, "don't act up."

you stayed quiet after that, other than the uncontrollable moans leaving you. chan became a lot more messy, even after him basically telling you to not tell him what to do. he was doing just as begged for.

"is this want you wanted? my poor little slutty angel just couldn't wait two seconds," he said, burying his face back into you.

you were a moaning mess already. the only thing that'd get you closer to your orgasm was if you could see his face. your lower body was just so cold— the more chan was eating at you like a madman, the more your body actually started to heat up.

it was almost like it was your first instinct to yank the blanket off of him, which is exactly what you did. earning a grin from chan once he looked up and realized he was no longer hiding under the covers, "like seeing me between your thighs?" you nod, lip stuck between your teeth. "you're the prettiest little thing, yunno?"

you couldn't stand how much he was praising you, it was hard to hide that his words effected you— and he knew they did. each swipe of his tongue sent another rush of pleasure through your veins and you already felt so close to your high.

chan knew your body so well, he knew when you on the verge of snapping. he kept his mouth on you, tongue focusing on your bud and sucking hard until he heard a cry from you.

"fuck— chan, i'm close," you moan, fingers in his curly locks and yanking him in closer.

he could smell, taste, and feel all of you— his mind was all over the place. you were so sweet in every way possible, it genuinely drove him nuts.

"you can cum, angel," he said, pulling away after every other word, "put all those sweet angel juices all over my face, go on."

chan was a fucking menace. he made you putty into his hands by just his words and tongue. you wondered how he did it— how he had the power to do such things.

"ah— jesus chan," you cried, body tensing and hips pushing down on your boyfriend's tongue.

chan allowed you to ride his tongue until you stopped moving. he pressed a kiss against you, making you shiver— this caused him to laugh a little, apologizing. "sorry," he said with a grin, "i can do that all day."

"well, we have things to do," you reply instantly, sitting up and closing your legs.

that was a lie. neither of you had to work, or had plans with friends. today was a free day, and all you wanted to do was lay and do absolutely fucking nothing. it wasn't like you could do much anyways considering the amount of snow piling up.

"yeah, like what?" chan asked.

your eyes got big, corners of your mouth curling, "cuddle and watch movies," you suggested, "it's a snow day."

he didn't argue, sitting next to you and pulling the blanket draped over the both of you up. he pulled you close and picked up the remote to begin surfing around for something to watch.

"anything you wanna watch specifically?" he asked, you shake you head, "no, surprise me," chan hummed, kissing your forehead then scrolled through the movies. your head was now rested on his chest, legs ontop of his and taking in all his warmth shared under the blanket.

nothing, honestly, could ever be better than this.

[tojigasm]

SAM PLS FEED US MORE JAKE ANGST💘

I was a little evil with this one, I admit 👩‍💻

Sometimes it's still vivid in his memory. How cold it was that day, the ash, and harbored screams. He could remember how hard it was to breathe through the thick chunks of grey that littered the forest and how raw his hands and wrists felt. Had Pandora ever had a cold day? He can't recall.

Neytiri doesn't come to him in times like this. Where he sits by the stacked forest flowers and pretty stones that you'd collected. She knows na'vi and human grief is settled differently in some, Jake is one of them.

You're still there, in his memory. He can make out your pretty smile and hair, the shape of your lips when you talk – though he can't hear your voice. He'd forgotten the sound of it some time ago.

In the past several days he finds your face foggy, clouded by blurs and features he can't quite make out in the midst of his memory.

Hes terrified of losing you again.

He still remembers how you were laughing and smiling right before the troops showed up and how quickly that changed everything.

The two of you had gotten separated when Eytukan and Mo'at had tied he and Grace up. Forced to watch you and Neytiri run into the forest in pure horror of your mate.

And he still remembers the way Neytiri looked at him in fear when he'd found her. Asking where you were.

You were so cold in his arms, a bloodied wound sunken deep into your side, your skin turned a shade of purple almost. You had died alone and cold and afraid. Without your mates and anyone to soothe you.

Jake doesn't think he's ever cried harder than when he lost you. He and Neytiri had sat with your body for hours, hoping maybe it was a shock spell and you'd wake up and he could get you to Norm and the healers.

You didn't wake up.

He hasn't seen you in the spirit of Eywa. The thought of seeing you so close and so far away might ruin him. Though he knows you must miss him, especially when all who visits is Neytiri.

So it's on a whim, when Neytiri and the kids have gone to sleep that he goes to the spirit tree. Stroking his hands over the delicate branches and letting himself bask in the gentle air.

When he does connect, he sees you. Not the foggy memory he's made, but you.

He recognizes this memory. The sounds of the creak and the cooes of animals in the forest. It was the day you'd found out you were pregnant.

Your giggles are what draw him in, pulling him to kneel beside your seated form.

"Jake!" You squeal when you notice him, wrapping your arms around him, "Where have you been? I have something exciting to tell you!"

Jake tears at that, stroking a hand down your soft back, "m'sorry, kid. I've been busy." He pulls away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

"Oh... well that's okay," you're back to smiling, holding your small hands over his large ones, "why're you crying?"

Jake shakes his head for you to continue and you do, but not with out the signature eyebrow raise you'd give him whenever you'd think something was off.

It makes him chuckle momentarily, softening in the warmth of you, "you gonna tell me what's so exciting or am I gonna have to wait ti'll I'm fifty?" He jokes and you giggle, pulling one of his hands off of your cheek to rest on your tummy.

"M'pregnant." You look up at him so excitedly he feels his throat hitch with a sob. You were so happy and you had it ripped away from you only a few days after.

"you are?" He struggles and he knows you can tell. He blinks hot tears that roll over his striped cheeks and his hand shakes beneath yours.

"Are you okay–"

He cuts you off by pulling you into his arms, holding your heart over his own to hear it beat once more. Settling to keep you as close as he can before he has to leave. He feels you relax under him, pressing kisses to his skin.

Jake holds you like that for a while longer before pulling away and looking you over. Stroking his hands over your cheeks, he kisses the top of your head.

"Be good while m'gone, m'kay?" He keeps his hand on your chin and you nod with that pretty little smile. And he can't help but kiss you once more, whispering "that's my sweet girl." before he's disconnected from you and left in the cool forest again.

He doesn't go back to the tree of Eywa for a while after that and he doesn't tell Neytiri. Though a part of him thinks she knows. Knows in the way she's more gentle with him, she's more relaxed about pushing him to go see you.

He settles on your memory again, thinking of you in small moments and letting the soft memory of your lips settle him.

And it's not until Jake and Neytiri pack and leave for the Metkayina that he wonders if he'll see you again and when a sinking feeling settles into his stomach it's that he realizes he probably won't.

[midnightfictionlibrary]

Gravity - Jamie Tartt x Fem!reader

Gravity - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

Content : angst, slight verbal argument, implied sex, friends to lovers trope 

Word Count : 2.3k

Plot Summary : Jamie had been your best friend for years, but would a drunken one night stand ruin that?

A/N : Having a lot of fun writing Jamie fanfic so I’m going to keep going. Pls like and reblog if you enjoy/want more! <3

🎵Gravity is working against me…and gravity, wants to bring me down 🎵

Listening to the music playing softly from the speaker on the counter, you stand with your hands gripping the edge of the kitchen sink, your head pounding slightly from your fun night out with the team, an outing that led to one of the biggest mistakes you could have possibly made. One that could ruin everything. You were trying your hardest not to freak out, but it was a bit hard once you feel warm, strong arms wrap around you from behind. 

Soft lips press into the side of the tender flesh of your neck, and you close your eyes at the sensation. “Good morning, love.” Jamie mumbles sleepily into you, and his slight stubble tickles your neck. In another life, or under different circumstances, you would have treasured a moment like this. But Jamie was your best friend, and you couldn’t ruin what you had. Losing him would hurt more than anything, so you decided when you woke up this morning to get ready for the day that you would have to let Jamie down and make it clear that this was a one time thing. Doing press for the team and being Jamie’s friend was one thing, but you add feelings in and things could quickly get messy. 

You turn around to face Jamie, trying not to notice how devastatingly handsome he is in the mornings after waking up. Your brows are furrowed, and Jamie places a finger between them, reminding you to smooth them out. 

“Why do you look so upset?” He says, a touch of apprehension in his question. As if he knows what you’ll say. As if he knows you’re about to bring him down easy. His hands slip from your waist to rest behind you on the sink as he straightens up and peers at you. 

“Jamie…” You start, searching his face. “You know I care about you. I do. I just…”

“You what?” He asks, moving his head to catch your eyes again when you look away from him. Your heart is racing and your mouth feels dry. You know that he feels things for you, and you feel them too. But preserving the friendship is something you think should be a priority. What if you ended up together and then broke up? Then what? Everything that you shared and experienced together would just be painful memories, and you didn’t think that you could handle that, because you needed Jamie to stay in your life. 

“I think this was a mistake.” You say, and then it’s out in the open. 

It’s silent except for the faint outros of the song playing earlier. You can see Jamie’s jaw working, and he’s still so close to you. He steps back abruptly, clearing his throat. “Got it.” He says simply, upset lacing his voice. 

“Jamie -” you start, but he holds a hand up to stop you. 

“No. I got it. I can’t make you care about me the way I care about you. Wouldn’t be very nice of me.” 

“But I do care about you, Jamie.” 

“This is a funny way of showing it, love.” He scoffs, locating his shirt by the living room couch where he had heatedly discarded it the night before. He tugs it over his head and you watch him, unable to think of anything to say. 

“You’re not being very fair.” You manage to get out, and as he’s walking back to your bedroom to gather the rest of his things, he stops. 

You swallow, biting your lip as he turns to you. 

“Fair?” He asks, brows furrowing. He makes his way back towards you, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen. “How am I the one not being fair?” 

“You won’t even let me explain!” You say, starting to get frustrated with him. “This is just like you, shutting down once you’re upset and not letting anyone get in a word edgewise.” You stop and take a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I just…I care about you so much and that is exactly why I think this was a mistake.” 

Jamie watches you stand there and is struck by how beautiful you look in the mornings. And it breaks his heart all the more. But he meant what he said earlier, it wouldn’t be nice of him to ask you to give him your heart if you didn’t feel you could. This hurt, but he would do what he always did, which was find comfort in the arms of some other one night stand. He realizes he hasn’t said anything in response to you and shakes his head slightly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t follow why.” He manages to say. 

“You’re important to me. What if this ended badly? Then work would be miserable and what? We never speak to each other again?” You take a step towards him but he backs up again,unable to let himself be close to you while he’s hurting. “I can’t handle that.” 

Jamie swallows, and wordlessly turns, gathering his things from your room. He silently moves around, then leaves your apartment as silently as a ghost. You hear the door click closed and cover your face with your hands. “Fuuuuck.” 

You make your way to your small office, coffee in hand, still reeling from your conversation with Jamie earlier. You walk in, turning on your various ambient lights, because the big fluorescent one would just exacerbate your small hangover. You hear a knock on the door and secretly hope it’s Jamie. 

“Oh. It’s just you.” 

Roy raises both of his thick eyebrows, “Nice to see you too. You look like shit.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as you continue to set up your desk for the day of work ahead. 

“No, ‘fuck off Kent’?” He grumbles, sighing as he leans against the door frame. “Oi, out with it. Why are you moping about in here like a fuckhead before the day’s even started?” 

You sigh, opening your laptop. “I slept with Jamie last night.” 

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” 

Roy shakes his head, as if confused. When you look up at him, his usually glowering face does look confused. “I thought you had feelings for him?” 

You nod, starting to sort through the emails you had received. “I do.” You say simply, as if that were clearly obvious. 

“So shouldn’t this be exciting?” Roy asks, moving into your office to sit in the chair across from you at your desk. 

You blow out through your mouth. “I told him it was a mistake.”

“Fuck. No wonder you look like shit.” Roy says, leaning forward to peer at you. “Why?” 

Leave it to Roy to get you to spill what you were thinking with his blunt lines of questioning. 

“Because I don’t want to lose his friendship. It didn’t go well so honestly, I probably fucked it anyway.” 

He sighs, rubbing his beard with one hand before patting your hand with the other. “Listen. You do deserve to be happy. I know for some reason you don’t think so. But love is scary and sometimes you have to take a risk.” 

You look up at him, lip quivering, which makes his eyes widen. “Shit.”

You burst into tears and put your head down on your desk, which causes Roy to startle. He thinks about coming around to hug you. He clears his throat awkwardly, but lays a gentle hand on your shoulder before leaving your office. At least he knew that you would rather be alone, but he did give you something to think about. The door closes with a soft swoosh. 

You stay with your head down on your desk until you calm your heart rate, and looking in your compact mirror, you touch up your makeup before standing up. You had to get behind the scene’s thoughts before the match today, so you figured one of the best people to ask would be Sam. He was always enthusiastic to help, and genuinely seemed to like doing the team Instagram stuff, at least more than the other boys. 

You make your way to the locker room, knocking until you hear “We’re decent!” 

You plaster on a fake smile and pop in. “Hello, my favorite boys!” You can feel Jamie’s eyes on you, and you try not to look at him. “We need some before-the-game thoughts so I came to grab Sam quickly.” 

Sam grins brightly at you. “Anything for our favorite press manager.” 

“You’re just saying that because you like being my social media star.” Today was the game the boys were using Ted’s new strategy, so you knew they were all excited and abuzz. “So Sam, I think we’ll just do a quick insta story right here in the locker room. More authentic for the fans.” 

Sam nods and sits in front of his locker, and as you begin filming him, your eyes wander to Jamie. He’s speaking to Colin, but he feels your eyes on him and looks over to you, giving you a polite, but terse smile. Your heart slips and you switch your attention back to Sam, who has just finished giving his thoughts. 

“Thanks, Sam, that’s great.” You smile at him as you pause for a moment to add his social media tags on the story you post. “And done. Thanks boys, have a great match!” You blow them all a friendly kiss as you leave the locker room, letting out the breath you were definitely holding in. You go to your office to gather your things to join the coaches on the pitch. Usually you take pictures from the box with Keeley and Rebecca, but today you wanted real action shots. Engagement was down, so you needed something exciting to get the fans back to interacting with the team’s socials. 

You’re a bundle of nerves as you take a space between Beard and Roy, and Roy looks down at you, seeming to assess if you were going to burst into tears again. You wave a hand at him dismissively and he makes his characteristic approval grunt. Ted and Beard greet you and you smile at them, holding up your phone to capture some pictures and hopefully videos of the match. You take a deep breath as the game starts, quickly realizing that this first half was not going to go well. You watch Jamie, wondering what he’s thinking and wishing you hadn’t hurt his feelings this morning, that you could call out to him or assure him, anything. After another missed goal, you lower your phone and groan, turning towards the dugout. 

You stayed in the dugout while Ted coached the boys before the second half, and you were sure he was giving them some pick me up energy. The new strategy wasn’t working well so far, but this was the first game it was being implemented and figured it needed time. You take a picture of the stands, posting it quickly. You weren’t able to catch any videos yet with the way the game was going, but being down on field level definitely seemed to be catching fan’s attention. You look up when the team runs out, looking renewed and envigored. You notice they’re all patting Jamie’s back, and you smile, hoping he would catch your eye. He refused to, and hadn’t looked at you since you had been in the locker room earlier. You sigh, watching as the game begins again. 

Immediately, there’s a difference in the way the boys are playing, and Jamie…is actually holding back a lot. You can’t keep your eyes off of him the entire second half, forgetting to even capture footage like you were meant to. Every move he made, every smile he gave his teammates, every word of encouragement he shouted solidified the fact that you were a fucking idiot. The gravity of the situation dawns on you and you feel stupid. 

You stand anxiously with the coaches as it comes down to the final seconds of the game, hands clasped close to your mouth. Roy glances down at you with a smirk, knowing that you’re watching Jamie. He hopes your chat earlier got you in better spirits and helped you figure a few things out. 

When the last goal is scored and the game goes to Richmond, you throw your hands up in celebration and scream with the coaches, the fans, and the team. The boys are huddling, hugging each other, jumping up and down, and before you know it, you’re running out onto the field. 

“Jamie!” you yell, running right for him. “Jamie!” 

He turns at the sound of your voice and opens his arms just as you crash into him, and lifts you up off your feet to give you a soul crushing hug. You look down at him as he’s holding you up, a huge smile plastered on his face. “I’m sorry!” You shout over the noise, stroking his face. “I love you, and it wasn’t a mistake.” 

His gaze softens at your words and he sets you down, moving his hands up to cradle your face gently, before crashing his lips into yours passionately. You throw your arms around his neck and relish the moment, ignoring that some of the team had definitely noticed and were cheering the two of you on. When you finally break apart, Jamie rests his forehead on yours, smiling a cheeky grin. “I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” 

You laugh out loud, throwing yourself into another hug. He wraps his arms around you, peppering your face with kisses. He carries you into the locker room after the boys, feeling elated. After all, all he could ever want was in his arms.

[khadiiii]

cute quirks tokyo revengers boys have ♡

Characters- Hanma shuji,kisaki tetta. (slight nsfw all characters are aged up)

Hanma shuji ✮⋆˙

talks alot.

i cant be the only one who knows that hanma LOVES to talk-but he only bothers people he likes or is fond of with his yapping

shuji will call you, ask you how your day- then start to blabber on about something stupid

if you're in the bathroom he'll sit next to the door so you guys can chat-in fact if you're showering he'll COME INSIDE and start telling you about his day

loves to have deep convos like; 'why are we even alive' or 'whats the point of living if we're all gonna die anyways'-then he ruins it by asking 'how do snakes walk if they have no legs'

hanma in his youth is definitely the type of boyfriend to use cringe weird names for his girlfriend (maybe not even as a joke)- some of his favourites; doll/dollie, sugar cookie, honeybuns, ma/mama

and of course is very 'vocal' during sex...he'll start off talking, then it just becomes incoherent babbling in your ear

Kisaki tetta ✮⋆˙

good at literature

i'm sorry but he wont willingly write you love letters or poems-but if you ask nicely (beg and harass him) then he'll reluctantly write you one

and they'll be really sweet and cute- but you're not allowed to show them to anyone (he knows where you live)

dry texter but fast typer....(you can imagine the rest heheh)

also his responses to texts REALLY briefl, like with a simple 'yes' or 'ok' or even just leaves you on read (he leaves everyone on read dw)

kisaki hates talking about nonsesnse (unlike hanma), meaning kisaki doesnt like to have deep convos- he likes to have meaningfull convos about the future or long term goals (boring smh)

but hanging out with him, he doesnt talk that much anyways- he prefers to work/study with you in the background doing something which he can hear (watching tv or listening to music etc)

(ahh tysm for 100 followers omg its only been like 4 days ilysm-if you have any prompts for headcanons or even a drabble or something like that pls let me know!! <3)

[joelslegalwhre]

Temper

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⁀➷ max verstappen x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⁀➷ 1.3k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⁀➷ Max’s bad mood is at it’s peak and you’re more than fed up with it. It just gets worse when he crashes with Charles in the race and loses his temper once again, but maybe that’s exactly what the two of you needed to confess what’s long overdue.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⁀➷ best friends to lovers, mentions of breakup, kinda pining on both sides, swearing, max dnf-ing, you’re allowed to go where he crashed, they already act like a couple let’s be honest

𝐚/𝐧 ⁀➷ yep so this is an old one, I wrote this shortly after max and his ex broke up. This should in no way be disrespectful towards their past relationship nor anything else! remember this is fiction loves x (tell me if I missed a warning please x) This is kind of an experiment because my posts on my side blog @earthfairytale won‘t show up in tags or search 😭 You can‘t even find the blog itself anymore, if anyone knows how to fix this, please send help!

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 "You can't just lose your temper like this, every time you get a bit upset!" could I have this with Max pls? 🥰

It's been a crazy day and it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. From the minute you woke up to the car ride to the track, it's just been pure stress, thanks to Max. He was acting like a six-year-old since Dilara broke up with him. 

She's always been nice whenever you met her, but there was this look on her face when you were around with his family or him. You didn't notice it, you were just getting along with his family as if it was your own and they treated you like that, so you never noticed any negative feelings. 

But let's start at the beginning. You are Max Verstappen's best friend. You two knew each other since you were about 5 years old. Your Dad owned a kart track and you loved to accompany him there. The smell, the atmosphere, you loved just everything about it. Once in a while, you drove there yourself but you enjoyed watching all the different people just as much. 

One day this boy with his Dad entered the track. You stood beside your Dad as they did, and as Jos saw your Dad they hugged and immediately talked about 'the good old times'. Apparently, this was one of your Dad’s old friends he sometimes talked about. You and the little boy stood there and just smiled at each other, your Dads already deep in conversation. 

You stuck your hand out to introduce yourself. "Hi, I'm Y/N." you said. 

"I'm Max." he smiled and shook your hand. 

That was the day you two became best friends and an inseparable and unbeatable team. You got to know him as no one else did. And he got to know you like no one else. 

You are Max's resting place. When he is with you he can still be a little short-tempered but you always get him to calm down. You usually manage it just by being by his side or talking to him. There was something about you that just calmed him. 

Ever since then, you went to every race Max had. You were his anchor when he got angry and when he got sad. You were there in his highs and lows. As he started with Formula One, you were unbelievably proud of him. The day he told you that the team he was joining said you could come to the races with him was one of the best days of your life. 

Of course, you always accompanied him before but Formula One was another level, so you were over the moon when you realised you could travel the world with him and didn't have to let Max go. His team liked you a lot, they even got you your own team gear for the second season you spend with them in Formula One.

But days like this robbed you of your nerves. Max was constantly complaining about everything. He was very emotional none the less, which wasn't a bad thing for you. But since his girlfriend broke up with him it became worse, to a point where you really didn't want to be in the same room as him. 

The worst thing? He didn't even tell you why she broke up with him. He hasn't talked to you as much as before, which you could partially understand but you just knew that it wasn't the normal heartbreak-moody thing. He had something else on his mind. 

You were reasonable enough to give him his space, but at some point, you had enough. You only talked to him as much as you had to and every time he was getting in his car and put on his helmet you were glad to have some time off. Just like now.

Max bend down, you stood in front of him and kissed his helmet for good luck. No matter what happened or will ever happen between you, this was your ritual, a lucky charm. 

The race didn't start long ago, 46 laps were still to go. You were sitting in Max’s garage along with his team, watching the race. Just as you calmed down a bit, everyone stood up from their chairs and tussled their hair. Charles crashed with Max and they both had obvious DNFs. You knew Max was alright when he spoke to his race engineer but his voice sounded angry. 

Great. You could literally feel the rage rising in Max. 

"Oh god, please, no." you mumbled. Some of Max mechanics turned to you and shook their heads in pity. Not only for Max but for you too as they knew exactly how he was. 

You waited for him to get out of the car and walk his way over to the garage. The accident didn't happen so far away so he was able to walk back. But as he got out of his demolished car, it didn't seem like he planned on going anywhere. He kicked one of his tires and angrily turned to Charles, who got out of his car. Max took off his helmet and walked to him. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back, so if this day shouldn't end with a fight, someone would have to interrupt this now. 

"Oh heck no, not today Max." You said and stood up from your chair. "What are you doing Y/N?" Lee, Max number one mechanic, called after you. "Stopping this god damn idiot from doing something stupid!" you shouted as you started to ran towards the accident. 

"Max!" you shouted angrily. He turned around, surprised. You walked up to him and Charles, boiling with rage now. 

"Go away, Y/N. This is none of your business." 

"Excuse me?" you calmly said. This was it. You grabbed Max’s wrist and walked away from Charles. You could talk to him later. 

The safety car was out so the race was pretty boring. What you didn't know was, that the tv cameras were now completely focused on the two of you. 

You still had Max wrist in a firm grip as you walked back to the garage. But he didn't do anything. Max knew exactly what it meant when you answered him calmly and not angry. 

"Listen, I-" he started to explain himself but you cut him off. You almost had reached the garage but you didn't go in. You stopped and looked at him, letting go of his wrist. 

"No. What is wrong Max?! You can't just lose your temper like this, every time you get a bit upset!" you asked him, shaking your head in disbelieve. 

"I get that you are sad, but you can't kick your tire and start a freaking fight with Charles! Do you think he did this on purpose? What is your problem Max, I really don't get it!" you gestured with your hands, showing your despair. 

You were both still standing in front of the garage and neither of you had even the thought of going back to the hospitality. You had to talk it out with him here and now. Even though everyone could listen to you, you didn't care. It was as if you and Max were alone there in front of the garage. 

"Do you know why she broke up with me, Y/N?" Max asked.

You just shrugged your shoulders, what should this have to do with right now? Max took a deep breath, his voice not as loud this time when he said, "Because I love you." 

It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart. But not because it was something bad, exactly the opposite was the case. 

"What?" you whispered in disbelief. 

"I love you. And Dilara knew, that's why she broke up with me." 

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[macsimagines]

sleep paralysis demon ran? halloweeny enough?

very spooky and yandere, but also hilarious because i just watched that brandon rodgers sleep demon video lmfao

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, DEMONS, NON-CON TOUCHING, SOMONOPHILIA , Weird warning but the gif i used in this is scary so pls be aware

Yandere!Sleep Demon Ran Haitani

You're just the cutest, Ran has always thought so from the moment his eyes met yours. And he was terrifying. You always thought so ever since he started haunting you as a kid.

Ran learned very quickly that he needs to feed off of fear in order to live, and he picked up on the fact that children were the easiest to scare. And you were always so scared of him darling.

It was almost like when a boy bullies another girl in his class because he had a crush, except the boy was another worldly being that decided you were going too be his personal meal for the rest of your life.

As a little girl he'd always find ways to torture your paralyzed form from everything like pinching to pulling on your hair and sometimes when he was feeling more sadistic biting.

You tried to get help, told anyone that would listen but no one wanted to listen to you cry about the monster hiding in your closet anymore and so you were left to bear Ran's sadistic bullying alone.

Over the years he got better at it too. Jump scares weren't having the same effect anymore you got too used to it over the years, but that fine because he was smart enough to evolve his tactics.

He got very good at creeping out of corners you could just barely see out of the corner of your eyes. Knowing that he was there but being unable to fully make out what he was going to do to you.

Somehow Ran trained himself to be able to whisper at you from all angles making you confused about where his voice was coming from and where he was really hiding at. Sometimes the things he would say would vary from threats, to maniacal laughs to down right unhinged.

"Keep shaking, baby girl, you look so tasty~ Can't wait to take a fuckin' bite out of you~!" "HAHAHAHAHA! Lookit how scared you are? Don't even know what I'm gonna do or where I'm comin' from!?" "You're so fuckin' beautiful. You're all mine~"

Years go by and you're an adult who will never truly have a good nights sleep. It doesn't matter whether or not he's really there and if he's really messing with you. You're too paranoid to sleep more than four hours without worrying if he's going to show up.

He's learned not to push you too far, he can't have his favorite meal going off the deep end. He needs you around. So he'll leave you alone for weeks, just sitting where he knows you can see him, watching...smiling.

Ran delights in terrifying you, the way your eyes go wide and your body shakes, unable to do anything. The way your body breaths so hard and heavy desperate to make any sound for help but choked by his force to keep your fucking mouth shut. He enjoys all of that but truthfully...

Ran loves to watch you sleep. Your delicate features when your relaxed, how soft your body is when you feel safe instead of rigid when you think you're in danger. Your lips slightly parted just enough for him to kiss...

It's unimaginable to a creature like him, but he does find himself wanting to be...affectionate to you. So he lets himself touch you gently, allows himself the privledge of being soft.

And this terrifies you even more... Your fear is so delectable when he's just looking down at you, hands rubbing your arms to soothe the aches he knows you have from working all day, brush the hair away from your face so he can take good looooong look at how cute you are...

Why are you so scared? He isn't trying to be scary right now? He wants to be nice to you. To be good to you... But you're just staring wide eyed and crying even.

"I just wanna touch, just be good and let me touch." he whispers gently, like you'd even have a choice or say in the matter. He wonders if he could have an actual conversation what you might say...

But its the curse of his people, human interaction beyond feeding is forbidden and his biology makes it so you naturally paralyze at the sight of him. Isn't that a shame...

"I just want to feel," he whispers to you crawling onto your bed to really get a good look at you, "Just want to know," he continues running his hand down your sides, you really are so warm, "How soft you really are."

[athena-the-writer]

I think we’re all wondering what kratos with a pregnant reader would be like 👀

Please and thank you !

Btw I’m the anon form the first fic you wrote and I loved it!!!!! I’d like to be 🎞anon pls!

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, pregnancy, morning sickness, etc.

Genre: fluff

Note- of course you can 🎞. Also for anyone else, You are more than welcome to reserve an emoji. This way I can tell who’s who on anon when requesting NSFW. Just dm me first. Be aware this is after he leaves Sparta,

Would probably tell before you could. Not meaning he can spot pregnancy symptoms right away but more that he can see an apparent shift, even if it’s small.

Because of his nature, he really didn't know what to do whenever you had morning sickness. Sure he'll be there to hold your hair and help you stand back up and back into bed

He is very overprotective! Anything from getting up out of bed to reaching for something on a high shelf. He'll have it done, you just sit back and relax

He had flashbacks to when his first wife was expecting, it was sad yet exhilarating. However, this time he would be a better father and husband. It will not end as it did the first time, this time he would be there to defend and block you from any danger…including himself.

You had fallen pregnant during the end of the summer season, meaning the baby may be born during the winter or early spring. Once the weather began to cool down he made sure you were bundled war, let even when in the house. He also made sure to have a surplus of firewood to keep warm. You of course only asked him more to not overexert himself

this man is not going to budge, he is a mountain…..literally

Has a routine with you where he lies in bed with you against his chest. His large hands would caress and almost hold your entire belly when it first started to show. This was something he would overhear a lot.

But he never understood what it was until now. Everyone knows this man is as tough and as cold as steel but this was that one time you could see him smile if you had turned around.

During the early mornings, he would make sure to cover you in furs before he would head out for the morning. He would come back to you making some soup for the morning. He would come and lay a gentle kiss on your head before putting any game or wood away.

It was a bit strange for you as well to see him so gentle and even loving. Not that it was a bad thing, just something you had to get used to.

When it was later into your pregnancy he may or may not have enjoyed watching you waddle around with your round belly. The winter turned out to be longer this year and was a bit worried that the baby would be born while it was too cold outside.

During your last 2 months, he began to insolate the home and even carved out a crib for the baby. It wasn't too small and had enough room for them to sleep in for about 3 years or so.

During birth, he would be the only one there to help. This was your first child so you were going into it blindly, allowing Kratos to guide you completely.

Kratos may be a god, he may be strong, and he may have battle scars, but he doesn't think he could endure the pain you were in. There were sweat, blood, and tears. You cursed, you cried, you screamed and you pleaded. Your strength and stamina amazed him the entire time,

You had finally given birth to a baby girl safely. You were tired, sweaty but you were also healthy and safe. Seeing her brought many memories back to him. But he wouldn’t let them cloud his mind to make the same mistake again. He had changed, he was different and things will surly be different this time

“You did well. She is beautiful, now rest” a man of very few words. However the words had much deeper meaning than what was in the surface

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 5 - Die For You

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N:

So, I'm using narcos universe, but screwing up the timeline because we need plots and things for our couple. Nevertheless, just a warning for the accuracy of the series. Btw, I'd love to know about you're thinking about it so far! Your opinion is really important! Tks <3

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Y/N's POV - 1st Person

After an investigation we did together with the CIA and the Mili Group, we finally had proof about La Catedral. 

Steve, Javier and I were discussing the possibilities and what Noonan would authorize. At the end, I knew what to do first: talk to Gaviria.

We were running against time and Escobar again...

"Yes, ambassador. I know it's risky... But I know we can screw that MF and try to bring Escobar to the US. I'll talk to Gaviria, let me handle it." 

Noonan sighed, I finally won.

"Don't disappoint me, Y/LN. You've done a hell of a job in NYC and have been doing it in Colombia. We trust you. You've got a backup plan?"

"Yes. Already on it, even with plan A working. We're not stopping until we get the motherfucker."

"Good luck, keep me posted."

I called Steve and Peña to my office. 

"I'm heading to Bogota. I need to talk to Gaviria in person about it all."

"I'm going with you, jefe." - Javier said.

"No need to. As a matter of fact, I need you both here... We need to be ready to all that'll happen to La Catedral. My gut is feeling really bad."

They both knew what it meant: bad things for sure. My gut were never wrong, unfortunately. Sometimes early, but never wrong.

*

When I tried to reach, none of them were available.

Something is off... I reached even for Connie and she lied to my face. I'm gonna chop someone's head off.

When I arrived back at the office, my head was spinning: 

An informant confirmed Moncada’s and Galeano's deaths a few days ago, meaning that Escobar was losing his senses.  Was that the La Catedral effect? What will be his next move? The Colombian media were, by the way, publicizing it badly. Noonan would fuck me and the rest of the DEA, probably, if she didn't got fired before that. I knew how the US thought about it. And, the cherry on top: Javier and Steve missing.

I was really fucking overwhelmed. 

A couple of hours later, while I was tracing possible steps for Escobar, trying to think like him, Steve showed up at my office. 

"Murphy, what the fuck? Where the fuck were you?"

At the same time, Javier barged in: "Y/LN, I've gotta talk to you, it's urgent! I think Steve..."

"Hey, man."

"Peña, close this fucking door now!" - I yelled, furious.

I turned on the TV.

"Watch it: it's a fucking disaster. The Colombian army is outside La Catedral, Sandoval just entered... Brace yourselves."

They looked at each other, in silence.

"Here's what I think and what I'm doing: I'm suspending both of you, for a week. Stay low. I know you both tipped the media. Major Wysession told me about what you asked him, Peña... Don't you ever do that again. When I arrived here, I told all of the DEA to be straight with me and I'd be straight with you... Don't go to Wysession or Noonan or anyone. Come to me. I'll handle it. And Murphy, let me guess, Cali? Co-operation proposal?"

Steve swallowed hard.

Javier turned his face away from me.

I poured a glass of whiskey for myself.

"You better hope that Noonan doesn't get me fired."

"Y/LN, yes. Cartel de Cali kidnapped me. They didn't like that we helped kill a few of them, but apparently there was someone innocent among them..."

His words faded away as the TV announced about Escobar's escape.

*

Narrator's POV

Escobar ran off again. 

Noonan got... A nice retirement.

You maintained your position, since Crosby knew and liked how you worked, but didn't stop you from hearing a bunch of shit.

You send Peña and Murphy to check La Catedral, but nothing worked.

"Here's the deal, niños. We're moving to CNP headquarters. Pinzón is such an ass, but I'm working on it. He hates our kind, but who doesn't in Colombia? He threw the tip line on my lap and I'm giving it to you."

"Telephone Operator? Really? Fuck me..." - Murphy complained.

Javier was... Distant. Weird in your eyes. You pretend not to care.

Something is off... - you thought.

Weeks passed since he last touched you, in that pool. A few casual happy hours, catching glimpses. Smirks. 

When you touched yourself, even without your vibrator, his image was right there: crystal clear in your mind.

You were almost giving up drinking your beloved whiskey and dear cigars... To be healthy? 

Fuck, no.

The whiskey's flavor and the cigar's scent remind you of his breath. You wanted to keep him far, but it was becoming unbearable.

"Be patient, you two. I'm not allowed to say much for now. At least pretend to do something. I'm working on our budget and relations with both governments."

After a few screw ups from the agents, as they captured Bush and became a joke, the days were appearing longer and harder. You were practically going insane to prove Crosby, the soon to be new ambassador, that your new, big and, overall, expensive plan was going to work.

You only needed a little luck...

Until it happened: the tip line handed to you three La Quica, one of Escobar's sicarios.

"Pinzón, I'll be a car and two men. Don't make me push further. We're just checking, we're not going to alarm'em." - you told him.

He sighed, made a joke about the fake calls... But said yes. 

As you all prepared to go, Murphy received a call from Connie and she told she was leaving Colombia.

"No, Con, please... Just listen!" - Steve was desperate.

"Murphy, go to the airport. You're not going with us. Go talk to your family, now!" - you spoked at him and he ran off.

"Let's go, boys. We all want La Quica." - I said.

*

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

"I swear, I don't know this one!" - Javier defended himself.

"I already told you, we don't care, Peña. But is this new? It's gotta be, as you don't know it..." - I joked, my heart was a little broken. 

The other cops laughed, as Peña rolled his eyes.

I didn't want to admit that his fame towards prostitutes and brothels made me jealous and a little resentful. 

He'd never know about how I felt nor my... Preference for a certain sextoy baptized after him.

"Stop by the payphone, back here." - I hid my gun and put on a cap, to match my jeans, sneakers and plain shirt. I could pass without no one noticing. - "Vamonos." (Let's go)

Me, Javier and one of the cops got out of the car, one by one.

But someone spotted us and told La Quica.

Out of the sudden, we're running around and, at the market, behaving as a predator hunting a prey. 

That place was so hot, so crowded... I couldn't see anything... Until he glanced before my eyes.

"Gotcha, pendejo." - I ran as fast as my legs could and a bit more. 

A fucking cross-fire started out of the blue and I had to hold a little.

Fuck! - I cursed alone.

I needed to think fast: we're just four and didn't know who to shoot.

Fuck it! I'm going after him! - I decided.

"Someone cover for me!" - I yelled and ran off again. I didn't have an answer before going.

*

Narrator's POV:

"Fuck! Where is she?" - Peña yelled.

When the shots stopped, they saw how the Colombians were frightened. They just wanted peace, not gringos and narcos shooting around.

"Where the fuck is my jefe?" - Javier asked again, screaming, to the other cops, seeing red, looking for you. The veins on his neck were bulging.

The backup arrived shortly with Pinzón.

"My men are looking for her, she went after one of the big fish. Some nerve the girl got, gotta say." - Pinzón mocked.

The other cops held Javier, asking for him to calm down.

Javier'd burn all the fuck down, until he finds you.

"Let me go. Not in the mood." - he said to the poor guy.

"Peña, look! It's her!" - He pointed out to you, a little bit hurt, your pink shirt torn and dirty.

Smiling like a kid on Christmas morning, you came out of nowhere, a little hurt, a few bruises starting to appear, your blouse dirty and torn up... But still looking pleased: a victorious agent.

Coming closer to Peña and Pinzón, you start:

"¡Mis amigos, mira que cosita más bonita tengo acá! I'd like to formally introduce you to this pendejo... Not La Quica this time, but we've got Luiz Rodriguez." (My friends, look what a beautiful thing I've got!)

"In my car I have a bag with 50 grand. If you give me one hour, I can make it ten times bigger." - he offered.

You burst out laughing at him.

"Oh, mi regalito..." (my little gift) - You had started, as one of Pinzón's men put on some handcuffs and you fondled his cheek. - "You're going to Disneyland. Don't worry, we're gonna take so much care of you, mi tesoro." (My treasure)

Javier knew you're mocking that sicario, but he still felt something awful on his chest, 'cause you're supposed to call him those sweet names, not that thug.

*

Arriving at the building, you and Javier went to the locker room, to change before going home. 

"Y/N, you scared the shit out of me. Luiz did all of these injuries? Or has anyone helped him? I swear, if there's someone else, I'll..." - he started, looking worried at you.

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

"No, Peña." - I interrupted him, as I searched for clothes in my locker. - "You're not doing anything. I can take care of myself."

Javier punched his locker hard as fuck.

"I thought I lost you! Don't ever do that again!" - he yelled.

I laughed, in a sarcastic tone, observing him. He seemed actually worried. 

"You know what, Peña? I don't care!" - I lifted my blouse, showing my huge scar on my ribs. - "Can you see it?" - his face shifted from pissed to desolated, as my eyes watered. He looked at another place. - "No! Don't turn! Take a nice long look at it! - My tone was so harsh. His eyes were so sad. - I always take care of myself! I've been alone in this world for as long as I remember, Peña. It's not my first fight on the field, it's not gonna be the last!"

His face was devastated... He felt sorry for me?

"Are you sorry for me, Peña? Oh, grow up! Why do you even care if I die or live? I know you hate me! And you know what? I fucking hate your guts as well!" - I screamed.

He remained silent. Why?

I started to change to a black shirt. I needed to leave.

I walked to the door, but when I noticed, he was behind me, holding it, not letting me leave.

"Y/N, cariño, I know you can take care of yourself, you've been doing that for a while now..." - he whispered in my ear. - "I heard you, by the way... Yes, I heard while you took care of yourself almost every night."

I swallowed hard, thinking:

Oh fuck, he heard me... Oh no...

"However, you called out my name, didn’t  you?" - he continued.

I leaned on the door pressing my back against it, turning to face him as Javier got on his knees and looked at my with those puppy brown eyes and said:

"Let me make your fantasy come true, cariño... Let me be your good boy, your obedient soldier."

His hands started to take off my boots and socks, one by one.

After that, he unbuttoned my jeans and slowly, so slowly, put it down to my feet, throwing it somewhere...

There I was, only in underwear and a shirt, my skin felt hot. 

His eyes never left mine.

I took off my shirt and bra and, lastly, his hands took off my red panties, at a slow pace, as if he was trying not to scare me off.

There I was, naked in front of Javier. 

He seemed to be thinking on what to do first, until he said:

"Tell me what you want, cariño. Let me be your good boy."

I just nodded positively.

"Words, please. Use your big beautiful mouth, cariño."

"Y-y-yes, Javi... Put your lips on me, show me how good you are..." - my voice barely came out.

He smiled, picked up one of my legs over his shoulder exposing me. His lips met my folds, oh so soft, so delicate... My hand grabbed his hair, pulling closer. 

He explored me, without any rush, as if he wanted to last as long as possible... Teasing my hole, opening me up with the tip of his tongue, fucking me. My clit throbbed, as my pussy clenched around his tongue.

I bit my lips, trying to stay quiet, my eyes closed. I couldn't look down, I was almost ashamed.

"Mmm..." - I sobbed, pulling his hair harder.

He slipped two fingers in me, and taking his mouth off me, said:

"Look at me, cariño, open your beautiful eyes while I make you feel good. Am I doing, at least, a nice job?" - he smirks, knowing he was. I opened my eyes, looking down, probably blushing. No one ever made me look as I was being eaten out. - "A little reassurance won't kill you."

"Y-y-yeah, Peña..." - I managed to say.

Oh, fuck.

His thumb met my clit, putting a gentle pressure as his middle and index fingers touched my g-spot.

"You can do better than that, cariño..." - he grinned, asking for more. - "You wet half of my face, Hermosa, you can call me Javi again."

"¡Hijo de puta!" - I cursed. - "Make me come on your lips, for God's sake... Be my good boy, Peña." - I asked.

He smiled and got back to suck my clitoris, making me shake under his touch. 

I came so hard, dripping all over Javier, calling out his name.

He took off one finger, slowing his pace. A very satisfied "hum" came out of him.

"You taste like heaven... You were such a good girl for me, cariño... But I'm greedy, you know? I want more from you and your sweet little pussy." - he smiled. - "I wanna see you beggin'... I'm not stopping now."

I was still burning from my first orgasm. 

Javier Jesus Peña was trying to kill me, for sure.

My hand traveled from his hair to his cheek, caressing him. 

"Javi... I'm only gonna say this once: do what you want with me. Do what you want to my body. I'm yours for tonight."

His finger left me, leaving me empty. 

Oh, fuck.

He stood up, looking deep in my eyes.

"My place or yours?" - he questioned. 

"Yours." - I responded, barely breathing.

He picked up my clothes, helped me get dressed and we went to his place.

Next

[love-hatred-stuff]

solo

》genre: friends to lovers(?) Idk, just fluff and angst and more fluff

⚠warning(s): reader's fuck girl -ish, mentions of alcohol, buck likes to have his heart broken lol

A/n: excuse any mistakes pls, have fun reading^^

All he can do is watch. He wishes he could do more about it, but he couldn't. Instead he balled his hands into fists with all his strength, while having to watch the scene in front of him. It's torture seeing you how you let some random other dude, who isn't even anywhere near you league, touch you all over while having your tounge tangled in each other's mouths. He could explode just at the mere thought of that.

All the while you knew that he was watching from that corner of the room like he always was, like a protective brother, he always took care of you. Though I might be a bit concerning how he didn't let you two be in a separate room even for a minute when you were in public, especially on parties.

And you liked it, you knew it was fucked up a bit, but you enjoyed having your very much so attractive best friend hauk you like dog. Even though you made out with others every now and then, you never looked for anything serious with anyone, just some decent hookups. Which wasn't very difficult finding, since the boys around town always fawned over you, bucky could only agree, but he hated it more than anything.

You were aware of the fact that he saw you as more than a friend, you always noticed the jealousy in his eyes when you told him about your flings.

Even just now, the furious look towards the boy that was holding himself against you was hard to go unnoticed. You stopped kissing the boy and smiled, telling him you have to leave now before putting his hands off you and without much acknowledging his protests you made your way towards the other side of the room. Where your overprotective best friend stood, his emotionless eyes still lingering on your hookup.

You gifted him a kind smile while approaching him.

"Sorry for letting you wait so long, James." You took his hand and gave him a short kiss on the cheek, being the playful girl you always were.

Slowly then his gaze drifted towards you, smiling back at you gently.

"That's okay, you know I only stay because of you anyways." He forgot about the other boy and found himself lost in your eyes that glowed up at him. The grip of your hand in his made him feel so much better already. Though he still knew in the back of his head, you would be leaving him on the next party to find someone to fondle with. It definitely bothered him more than it should as a best friend, but he couldn't help it, you had him wrapped around your finger.

Except for subtle touches and kisses he knew he couldn't be asking for more anytime soon, so he just settled with the idea of protecting you from heartbreaks and other men for the rest of time. He was glad that you at least weren't interested in a real boyfriend yet, he wouldn't be able to stand the fact that even the little moments you showed him affection would be gone and forbidden then.

He loved you endlessly and he told you that before but he thought you just always assumed he meant platonic kind of love, causing him to just forget about the chance of you feeling the same for him.

"So let's go? Will you bring me home and tuck me to bed please? I'm drunk and tired." You giggled at him sweetly.

He could never refuse to take care of you. He would always have you as his priority.

"Of course. But I want a reward." He smirked playfully. He was kidding. It was reward enough being the one to bring you home from a night out.

"If you insist. But I'll decide later what I give you! Now let's go, I'm getting cold." You gripped his hand tighter and began to lead him the way out.

"No wonder, you are only wearing that little dress, I told you to cover up, so you won't get cold!" He spoke while walking with you, sounding more serious now.

"No, you just tell me to cover up so boys don't look at me." You let out a small laugh.

"And so you don't get cold." He added.

"Shut up and drive me home. Please and thank you." You two were outside now standing infront of his car. You gave him another kiss on the cheek before walking around it and letting yourself fall into the passenger seat, not without a bit of stumbling of course but you managed.

"Jesus, you are so lucky to have me." He commented before starting the engine and driving off to your house.

The care ride was mostly silent, only soft music playing in the background and you dozing off to it.

"Y/n we're here." He woke you gently.

With a small groan you opened your eyes, them being sensitive so you had to blink some more before adjusting to the light of the car.

"Carry me, Buck, please?" You started begging tiredly.

So without much complain he lifted you from the seat and closed the car door, carrying you inside the house, into your room.

"Thankssss. Love you!" You smiled with closed eyes, already laying in your bed.

"Lay with me." You mumbled, raking your arms in his direction and making room for him next to you.

It was routine, most times you wanted him to stay the night to have someone next to you while sleeping, he would be gone most mornings but that was okay since you sobered up then.

"Not tonight." He grumbled. He really couldn't do it tonight. He felt needy and he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable if he did something impulsive and inappropriate. That's the least he could do, out of respect to your boundaries.

"Why not? I promise I won't kick you this time!" You eyes were now open, being a bit surprised by his answer.

He never denied you before. You thought he liked you?

"Don't make me explain it to you. You should sleep now. We'll see each other tomorrow if you want."

"Please! Please, please!" Suddenly you had enough strength to stand up and grab his arm, pulling him towards you and the bed.

"Take my clothes off please, I can't do it." You whined.

"No I can't. I'm not supposed to do that for you. I'm trying to be a gentleman here, don't you understand?" He wouldn't budge.

"Fine!" You pulled your mini dress off your head and sighed before falling backwards back into bed.

It gave Bucky a full view of your body, you were still wearing underwear but that didn't do much for his bad conscience. The needy thoughts were still creeping inside his head and they were now even harder to ignore.

"What are you doing Y/n?" He whisper-yelled.

"Tuck me in." You comanded, smiling.

"Are you serious?" He asked, not wanting to believe that you would let him touch you in this state.

"Yes, my God! I'm too tired to move." You weren't really tired anymore you just wanted his hands on you.

He didn't say anything anymore and gave in (gladly). You felt the spark when he touched your waist, shoving you in the right position.

Shortly before he wanted to lay the blanket on top of you, you stopped him.

You took his hand, with closed eyes you whined. "Touch me more." Sighing after you made it sound so sensually and Bucky was going crazy now. His mind foggy with desperation and desire.

"This isn't a good idea." He tried to withstand you.

"You now it's the best idea I've ever had, James. Please."

"I can't just do that. You're half asleep and have alcohol in your system." He protested.

After that you didn't say anything anymore. And after those minutes of silence, although you wanted to continue with him, you were just as tired and fell asleep soon after.

He watched you fall asleep, finally putting that blanket to cover you.

Bucky left a few moments after. Not being able to look at you in an innocent way. He wanted to touch you. So badly even but he couldn't do that to you, not in this state of mind. He just hoped you weren't mad at him now. Which you were. You called him the moment you woke up the next morning with an empty bed side.

He took his phone, muttering "shit" because he knew you wouldn't be happy.

"James Buckanan Barnes!? Are you kidding me? You just left me like that? That's not what I taught you, I thought you had manners!" You sounded quite disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. I can pick you up in five and take you to a café for breakfast. Would you like that?" He tried, hoping you would give in.

"How about no? You don't deserve to take me out today. I'll find someone else to spend my day with. I'll hang up now, bye." And you were gone.

Amazing. That's not how he had planned his day. He didn't like or rather disguised it when he knew you were going out with someone else and he wasn't anywhere near you to watch the situation. And now it seemed like he had nothing to do. He was looking forward to spend the sunday with you. He always does. But he hated it when you refused to talk to him, you always gave him the silent treatment and let me tell you it worked on him everytime, got him to his knees sometimes even, just for you.

It made him realise how much control you had over him but didn't mind at the same time, he couldn't do anything against it so he just continued to enjoy your company.

But things were different when you were ignoring him. He suddenly felt his heart clench. Even if it wasn't something that would made you leave him completely, you were just a little bit disappointed. Bucky still felt like shit, his feelings for you making it not easier for him. After all you two were so close that you had to see each other every day, which wasn't very hard since you saw him in school and he didn't live far away from you.

Buck tried keeping himself occupied but after an hour he always found himself dialling your number to call you, so he could apologise again. Not one time you picked up and it made him go insane, thinking about what you might be doing without his knowledge.

He knew you liked to go on dates, play with someone's heart every now and then, only if they deserved it enough of course, you weren't just some horny kid. You had fun getting to know new people, show yourself to the world. You enjoyed yourself doing that, but it was even more fun when you had a best friend who would protect you from men and their flaws, their egos, and someone who would jealousy stare at you a few feet away from you the whole night long while you flirted with all the people around you, girls where not a no go, you picked who peeked your interest.

Though you never slept with anyone. You weren't searching for that kind of intimacy. Honestly was Bucky the only man you really trusted since you've lost your virginity.

•••

As soon as it was about evening, Bucky made his way to your house, internally begging for you to be there and let him make it up to you.

With a bouquet of tulips he ringed the doorbell. Your parents weren't there most of the time, so you were home alone once again. Now having to answer the door, not knowing what surprise what awaiting you.

As you opened the door, you revealed your handsome friend with an apologetic smile on his lips.

"Hey, doll, would you let me in so I can apologise?" He asked hopefully.

You blinked at him a few times.

"Yeah come in I guess." He could sense you weren't quite in the mood today.

"Let's got upstairs." You suggested quickly.

In your room, Bucky started to grab your hands to have you closer to him without overstepping any boundaries.

"Please? I'm sorry and I know that wasn't a gentleman move but I just didn't wanna make you uncomfortable when you remember what your drunk self did last night. I thought it would be better if I deny your affection for your own well being. I don't think you know how much you affect me sometimes." He started to regret his words just after speaking them.

You just looked at him for a moment, a bit baffled.

"I know. But we can't continue like this." James' heart stopped at that. What did you even mean by that?

No, he didn't want that.

"What? No–" He started and grabbed your hands again, leading them to his chest gently.

"James... I thought you cared about me more than that." You glowing eyes looked up at him, messing with his head once again.

"I do– I, please, Y/n. I care about you so much, you know that." He promised, beginning to get a little desperate. You found it simply cute how eager he was to please you and convince you he had good intentions.

"Stay with me next time then, alright?" You asked, acting clueless and innocent.

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry, again–"

You pulled your hands away from him, making him stop in his train of thoughts.

The feeling of you denying your affection now towards him was just as the angsty feeling he felt when you had ignored him the whole day.

"I should teach you a lesson, don't you think? I'm bored. Sorry, you know I get mean when I'm bored." You let out a puffed laugh, finding it amusing how dumbfounded he now looked.

"No, I learned my lesson already. Let's do something else that might help with your boredom. You've ignored me enough today." He stated, trying hard not to sound to affected by your actions.

"Yeah you think that? Who said I ignored you? Maybe I've just had a really good date." Oh you so knew what you were doing.

His gaze dropped, being reminded of the other many people that tried getting your attention. And in your head you had the biggest, most amused smiled dancing on your lips as you saw how he reacted. But you kept your facade.

"Come on, we both know no one will be as good as a company to you as I am." He proudly whispered.

You scoffed at him.

"Don't test the waters. You know I have my ways of keeping you an arm length away it I want to. If that's what you want, so be it. And thanks for asking, I actually had an amazing time today." A bitter-sweet smile adorned your lips.

"Don't. Don't try and push me away because I said something I didn't think about enough. I'm sorry. Tell me how I can make it up to you." Bucky grasped for your hands again, but you stepped back instantly, making him feel what he made you feel yesterday night and the following morning.

"Let's just not talk about it anymore, okay? Besides, I didn't asked you to come, you can leave now." It was probably your hormones but now you were just so mad at him.

James let out a disagreeing whine. Starting to get anxious more and more.

"No, I'm not leaving. Not with this ending. Just let me take you somewhere nice. I love you, Y/n, and I'm not leaving you like this."

"Yesterday you didn't have much of a problem leaving me either! What's the big deal? I don't want to discuss this with you anymore. I want to be alone." You told him cold heartedly.

"No!" He slightly raised his voice now. Seeing you so cold towards him was the biggest pain he'd felt in a while and it was killing him when he thought of being separated from you because of such a stupid thing.

"This is not how we end things. We never do, we always compromise." Buck tried to calm himself down again.

"But I don't feel like compromising!" Your teary eyes met his.

"You can't leave me." He now calmly said, more to himself than to you really.

"I'm not. I just want a time out. It's not healthy how we depend on each other. I should learn to take care of myself, I see that now." You sat down on you bed, playing with the few rings on your fingers.

"Of course it's healthy. We're best friends and we're always there for each other, that's normal." Bucky disagreed. He would never leave you and always be there when you needed him. Even when you had boyfriends for a short period of time, he always was there. Most of them had a problem with that, being the reason you often told them he was your cousin or brother or something. Being friend zoned like that hurt but he got used to it by now.

"But how will I ever learn to live by myself?" You shook your head.

"You're being really unreasonable right now. You know it's not a good reason to ignore me." He stepped in again, as he was done playing games.

"Just leave. We'll see each other tomorrow." You suddenly seemed drained of energy, which you were, you didn't wanna continue fighting with Bucky. You loved him so much and it made you sad thinking about you'll have to push him away someday. You wouldn't be able to stand it if he met someone else or something like that.

Of course you knew you were being incredibly selfish here, you meeting up with other people constantly and him always refraining from doing so as he would rather spend time with you. But you couldn't say that he ever complained about anything. You guessed he just got used to it and felt responsible. Besides that you were actually scared he might find someone better than you. Someone more grateful, someone who deserved his love and care.

"If you really want me go, fine. But promise me, yout won't avoid me tomorrow." He argued, his voice sounding gentle though because he could sense how tired you were.

"Promise." You groaned and rubbed your sleepy eyes.

"I'll pick you up then." Bucky took a few steps forward to you again, wanting some kind of contact from you.

"No need, I can drive myself." Your voice was almost a whisper now.

"Nope, I'd rather pick you up. Come on, give me a hug please?" He slightly pouted and took your hand in his.

You only shook your head no.

Bucky didn't know how to make you happy again. Usually he always did, though you've also never acted like this.

"Why? What's on your mind doll?" He carefully asked, caressing your hair softly.

You now looked at him and he saw how glossy your eyes were. What got you so upset?

"Are you meeting someone else?" It was a simple question but suddenly it all made sense to him.

"Absolutely not. Why are you asking me that? You know I spend all my free time with you." He assured you calmly.

"Are you sure? Not even a crush on someone?" You were eager to know, why else would he deny his affection like he did last night?

He hesitated. Well, he had one, a big fat one, on you. Not just a crush though, he had loved you ever since you got so close, which you've been since years.

"No, I mean nothing's more important to me than our friendship. You know I'll always love you most." Bucky gave you a warm smile.

"So you don't like anyone? Why did you act like that yesterday then? You know I trust you, and you trust me, don't you? I just wanted you to cuddle me a give me some love. I know I seem to get a lot attention from other guys but that's nothing compared to our bond. Because at the end of the day I'll only thing of you, no one else, I promise. I just like to keep myself busy. You know how I am." You slowly began to smile back at him.

"Oh Y/n. I'm so sure, I don't like anyone else. And I appreciate you just the way you are, always have. And trust me, I'll never find anyone better. I'm even more sure of that." He answered you and finally got the hug he wanted in return. Breathing in you scent he wished he could stay like that forever, hold you in his arms at all times.

"I really love you, James. I hope you know that." You breathed onto his shoulder.

"I love you more than you know, Y/n. And I will always want to take care of you. Even if I can only watch you, I will do it with pleasure." You giggled at that and slowly let him loose again.

"You should consider it's basically stalking. But it's okay, I don't mind. As long as it's you I don't mind being stalked." You winked playfully at him.

"I should hope so." Oh how bad he wished he would be able to call you his, grab your waist and kiss you right now.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" You hopefully asked.

"You think that's a good idea?" Bucky raised a brow.

"I do. Besides, I wouldn't accept a no this time." You mumbled and begin to scratch the t-shirt off you. Bucky being ready to look the other way. Not because he wouldn't like the view but because he would like the view.

The shirt being off you, you walked towards your closet, taking your bra off in the process. The second he saw your bare back that was facing him, his mind began to wander, having thoughts he wasn't supposed to be having.

"Why do you always do that?" He asked, in the heat of the moment and because he just couldn't think straight right now.

You found a white crop top and covered yourself up before turning to him. Well it was basically revealing your chest to him because of how thin the material was but you really didn't care, if it got a reaction out of him, good, it was serving it's purpose.

"Do what?" You laced your voice with the perfect amount of innocence.

"Change in front of me." He sighed.

"I don't know. I just really don't care, it's nothing you haven't seen on other girls before. I am not standing naked here right now so... Does it matter? I just wanna sleep."

"I've seen girls before. But that's definitely not the same. But nevermind, you're right, let's sleep." He gave in, trying to forget about it.

Bucky also got lost of his flannel and shoes. Making himself comfortable in your bed, so you could lay on him, just as comfortable. What was exactly what you did.

And in each other's arms, you fell asleep.

[luulapants]

I'll do anything to not be productive today. Send me asks for unhinged overcomplicated and controversial analysis of objectively bad media pls.

//

Death in teen wolf

First of all, people out here patiently waiting for me to rediscover any love for Teen Wolf are practicing a sort of faithful devotion that apocalyptic cults would envy. You are stronger than any US Marine.

As for your question, this is a great example of why it's hard to engage Teen Wolf in any sort of genuine critical textual analysis without conflating production bullshit with authorial intent.

Because death has no textual meaning in Teen Wolf. Let's start with what I consider to be the "Engaged" era of S1-3b, after which creator involvement decreased and production went to shit.

Major deaths in this era: Kate, Peter, Mr. Lahey, Victoria, Matt, Erica, Harris, Ennis, Boyd, Kali, Jennifer, Allison, Aiden, the Nogitsune

Of these, 50% were "season villains" featured heavily through the season and killed at the end. Of the rest, two (Lahey and Harris) were minor antagonists. Of the remaining five deaths that we might actually care about, two (that we know of) were because actors wanted to leave the show, not because of narrative intent.

And, of course, we must acknowledge that over a third of them came back from the dead. Why? Because it made sense in the narrative? Or, as I suspect is the case, simply because the actor was popular and/or asked to come back.

Now look at the number of characters who "left the country." I like to think of this, sardonically, as a Teen Wolf euphemism for death the way that "going west" or "riding off into the sunset" is a euphemism for death. Isaac was sent off to a nice farm in France where he'll have lots of room to run around, you see?

When a character died vs. "left," we had about equal odds of them coming back, and those odds had nothing to do with whether their resurrection/return made sense in the TW universe or narrative and everything to do with whether the right handshakes happened off-screen. Theo came back from Literal Hell while Kira, who ostensibly went to live in a cave a day's drive from Beacon Hills, was never seen again. Stiles is such a fan favorite, he can literally never be properly written off, despite the fact that the actor is almost certainly never returning. I haven't watched the movie, but I know Derek dies at the end, probably because Tyler Hoechlin was a producer and doesn't want to return - but in this franchise, death is no escape, baybee!!

What's my point?

In the S4 deadpool plotline, one-episode characters were dying left and right. By S5 there was a literal pile of dead bodies, to the point that, by S6 when people were being disappeared from Beacon Hills, my first thought was, "How is there anyone left to take??" My point is that, for minor characters, there was no emotion or humanity in death, only plot. For major characters, there wasn't any plot either, only contract disputes and popularity surveys. Of course they killed Boyd instead of Isaac. Isaac was a pretty white boy and therefore a fan favorite. Daniel Sharman got to keep his job until the second he didn't want it (half a season later), at which point Isaac went to that farm in France, meanwhile Sinqua Walls got fired and Boyd died.

My point is that Teen Wolf was a poorly-produced scripted show by a network that had never done a scripted show before, which lived and died by market research and product placements and which had no internal stability. My point is that, in an environment like that, it is nearly impossible to create a story with a cohesive narrative intent or any thematic value, and the cast of the movie is proof that, even out from under the shadow of MTV, the story cannot recover. That cast list, I bet you anything, is identical to the list of TW actors who were still sending Jeff Davis Christmas cards at the time he closed the deal with Paramount. I loved Allison as a character, but she didn't come back from the dead because that was the story that needed to be told. She came back because Swamp Thing didn't get renewed.

Death doesn't mean anything in Teen Wolf.

[maybeimamuppet]

Can you do 24 with mac and ronnie and 13 with chansaw pls??

yes i can!! enjoy

13, chansaw- frustrated kisses

Veronica can’t believe she’d be so stupid.

How special she felt, when Heather invited her to this goddamn party. What an honor this all felt like two hours ago. How naive could she have been?

Clearly, very.

She doesn’t exactly know where she’s going as she escapes out the side door of the building and starts stalking away. She can hear Heather following her, calling something, but she can’t be exactly sure until Heather loudly says, “You stupid fuck.”

Veronica turns on her heel, anger practically boiling out of her like magma rumbling beneath a volcano. She steps closer and spits, “You goddamned bitch.”

Heather starts going off about… something. Veronica watches her lips move, can hear words hitting her ears and stopping just there, never meeting her brain.

Suddenly, Veronica steps forward and slams her lips against Heather’s. Neither of them get any warning, and Veronica feels herself frown as she realizes what her body’s just done against her own will.

Heather tries to pull away when they first make contact, but something in her seems to reconsider, and she’s suddenly surging forward, fisting a perfectly manicured hand in Veronica’s nest of brown hair and pinning her against the wall.

Veronica gasps as she feels the rough red bricks scrape up the backs of her arms. She doesn’t care. She shifts her hands to tangle in Heather’s jacket and moans as she feels Heather bite roughly on her lower lip.

Veronica’s the one to slip her tongue in, teasing Heather’s like a game of cat and mouse. She flicks it teasingly against Heather’s teeth before she pulls back, never allowing more than a split second of contact. Heather growls in frustration and shoves her harder against the wall, pressing in so hard their teeth clink against each other.

Veronica can feel both of their waxy lipsticks smearing all over their faces. Heather’s has a slight tinge of artificial strawberry flavoring, and Veronica can taste the lingering alcohol off her lips from whatever she drank. It can’t be more than a few microscopic particles entering her system from this, but damn if Veronica doesn’t feel drunk.

They both gasp for breath and pant as they break apart, still glaring each other down, but with faint smiles on their mussed faces now.

“Take me home, you fucking loser.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

24, macaronnie- “we’ll face this together” kisses

“No, no, no, stop!” Veronica says frantically, sliding into the restroom up to Heather on her knees and grabbing her face.

“Veronica, suicide is a private thing,” Heather mumbles weakly around the pills in her mouth.

Veronica babbles something about statistics and bridges and game show hosts as she coaxes Heather to spit the pills out, sobbing in relief as she hears them clatter faintly against the tiles and bounce away. Some freebie for some party girl to find later. Thank god she found her in time.

“Thanks for coming after me,” Heather says, leaning into Veronica’s shoulder. Veronica leans in too, smushing her cheek against Heather’s fluffy blonde hair and squeezing her hand.

“I’m not letting this happen to anyone else,” Veronica says.

“The suicides?” Heather questions innocently. Veronica almost forgot that she still doesn’t know.

“…Yeah.”

“They weren’t your fault, Veronica,” Heather says. Oh, if only you knew, Mac.

“Still. You’re sticking around if I have anything to say about it,” Veronica mumbles.

“It’s so hard sometimes, Veronica,” Heather says quietly. “But nobody thinks a pretty girl has feelings.”

“I do,” Veronica says. Heather looks up at her and gives a weak smile.

And Veronica can’t hold back anymore.

She gently leans forward and presses her lips against Heather’s. She hears her girl in yellow gasp as they touch, as Veronica rests a gentle hand on her cheek and scratches so softly at her scalp.

Heather leans in closer, closer, closer, until she’s in Veronica’s lap, bracketing her thighs with her legs and pressing up for the best angle. Veronica shifts her hands underneath her blazer to slide up and down the soft white shirt she wears underneath and moans quietly as Heather nibbles on her lip.

They smile as they break apart, both of them feeling something akin to hope for the first time in a very, very long time.

“You taste like chemicals,” Veronica says, smacking herself internally as soon as the words leave her mouth. Heather just giggles.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yep.”

“I like that.”

“Idiot likes you too.”

[eskawrites]

tlou au????? pls tell me more 🥺

listen this is 1000% the show's fault bc i'm unbelievably hyped for it, and also stranger things zombie apocalypse just works, this is not an original thought, but it is an incredibly gay one because....nancy with guns fighting off zombie hoards. need i say more?

the answer is no but i'll say more anyway

Nancy Wheeler hasn't let herself get close to anyone since her best friend Barb turned right in front of her eyes. She hadn't been hiding the bite, but Nancy refused to leave her side even though Barb begged her to go.

She shot her at the very last second, after Barb had grabbed her, nails cutting into her skin, but just before she could dig her teeth into Nancy's shoulder. She hesitated until the last possible moment, and sometimes, she wishes she'd hesitated just a little longer

she and Mike live in a QZ somewhere, Chicago or Indianapolis probably, but one day Mike gets caught somewhere he's not supposed to be, and Nancy gets there in time to save his skin before the military can lock him up or worse. She's about to lecture him into next week and drag him back home when he stops, refusing to leave, telling her, "you don't understand, Nance--you've got to see this."

turns out he and his friends have been harboring a girl who snuck in through the city walls. she's deadly thin, hardly speaks a word of English, and she looks up at Nancy with such a painful mix of fear and hope that Nancy feels herself cave.

"Fine," she says. "We'll take her home. But if anyone sees her--"

(someone sees her)

Cue shenanigans. El turns out to be a surprisingly good fighter, and she saves the kids' skins a couple times, but they eventually have to flee the city because FEDRA's out looking for them at this point

the thing is, there are rumors of a city that's rebuilding--far from FEDRA's influence, away from the cults and rebellions that litter the rest of the country. Jackson is just...a town. Where people can live and protect each other and try to regain some semblance of normalcy, of life, in this awful world. Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas insist on trying to find it. Nancy is sure it's a hoax.

and basically they're lingering outside the city for a few days, avoiding FEDRA troops, Nancy desperately trying to come up with a plan for how she's going to take care of four kids in the infected-ridden countryside, when Steve and Robin come looking for them.

(Steve, who was there the night Barb was infected, but who ran as soon as they realized what happened. He left, and Nancy was alone when she watched Barb turn, when she killed her, and while she doesn't know what she would've done if he'd stayed, she certainly isn't fond of him after that)

(she's not fond of his apparent new girlfriend, either, but the kids seem to like her well enough. And, well, they snuck out of the city to bring them food and supplies because Dustin radioed them. So maybe they're not as bad as Nancy has been thinking)

anyway cue shenanigans part 2. Like ex-military school Max and Robin, and Steve trying to Get the Girl, only for Robin to laugh at him every time Nancy tells him to fuck off, and everyone slowly realizing that whatever weird cult or community El is from was Fucked Up.

eventually they realize they have to do something, and nothing is really tying any of them to the QZ, so they set out to find...somewhere. they meet friendly encampments and cities crawling with hunters in equal measure. they run into infected hordes and military caravans and places that are completely empty except for the bodies littering the ground. there are close calls and peaceful nights and an entire world to explore--and even though it's broken, it's still holding on. there are still some bright spots to cherish. Nancy finds them more and more as she and Robin grow closer

[blackacre13]

can we have a Lou who talks/mumbles in her sleep and it can be a mix of soft things she won’t necessarily say out loud but also dirty talk and the team overhears. Debbie is unbothered because it’s basically her nightly soundtrack but Tammy is BEGGING PLS MAKE IT STOP

“She did it again,” Amita warned, looking over at the blonde, who was sprawled out in her favorite armchair with legs spread wide and her head thrown back, mouth slightly a jar as she mumbled half-coherently.

“Baby, stop it. You’re such a tease,” Debbie laughed, enjoying how squirmy Lou’s sleep talking was making the team. “It’s just a moan or two, guys. Could be a sex dream. Could be a stress dream. Leave her alone. Her new meds make her drowsy.”

“Hot,” Tammy rolled her eyes.

“It’s like being married to my grandfather who always fell asleep with his pipe in his mouth,” Debbie wagged her eyebrows at Tammy.

“You two are disgusting,” Tammy sighed.

“Shhh,” Debbie shushed her, sitting down on the couch with her refreshed mug as she smiled dreamily at her wife before turning back to the aggravated woman across from her. “Just watch the movie. She’s barely making any noise.”

“Debsssssss,” Lou hissed, her eyes still closed, but a smile glinting across her lips. “Deb, stop it. You know that tickles.”

Debbie was highly amused, trying not to crack up too loudly and pause the show that was Lou Miller dreaming by hiding behind her mug with a shit-eating grin as Tammy glared daggers at her.

“Be glad you have headphones in,” Constance mumbled, looking over at Nine with jealousy as she tried to pay attention to the movie, wincing as the blonde let out a deep moan that seemed to startle half the group as well as Tammy tossed Debbie a pointed look now that whatever dream Lou was having seemed to be escalating.

“Fuckkkk, baby,” Lou groaned. “I love how wet you get for daddy.”

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope,” Tammy yelled, standing up from the couch as she stuck her fingers in her ears, starting to march away like a petulant child. “Too far. Way too far, Deb. Shut her up.”

“Jesus, Miller,” Nine shook her head, taking her headphones off. “This noise cancellation ain’t doing shit.”

Debbie still wasn’t mad, she was merely regretting that the rest of the crew was here so she couldn’t climb into Lou’s lap, straddling her and see where things went if she woke the blonde up with some kisses to her collarbone and maybe a sneaky finger or two, but she got up, putting her mug on the table as she headed over to the blonde, rubbing her shoulder gently as she tried to rouse her, whispering softly.

“Baby,” Debbie murmured. “Lou, baby, you fell asleep.”

“You take my cock so good, honey.”

Debbie was turning beet red, but still highly amused, trying to squeeze one of Lou’s hands and scratch at her head slightly to try and make her stir, but it was only seeming to spur her on, her eyelids fluttering as she dreamed, hands gripping at her own thighs making Debbie unabashedly curious as to what exactly Lou thought she was gripping.

“Turn her off, Debbie,” Tammy spat. “Literally. Make that shit stop.”

“Maybe we should head elsewhere?” Rose suggested, her face more red than the fabric she was working with on her lap as Daphne elbowed her, teasing the older woman.

“Deb, throw some water on her or something,” Amita groaned, covering her eyes as she rocked back and forth on the floor.

“Yeah, make her wet, Deb,” Daphne snorted. “That’ll make her calm down.”

“Lou, honey, we’ve got company,” Debbie sighed, running out of options that would be socially acceptable in front of the crew.

“They can watch,” Lou mumbled. “But you’re mine, baby girl. I don’t want anyone else’s hands on you. Tell me who you belong to, pretty girl.”

“Maybe not here,” Debbie whispered, shaking the blonde more rapidly now by the shoulders as Lou finally started to stir, practically falling out of the chair as she opened her eyes in confusion looking to the side as she blinked, wiping at the non-existent drool on the side of her mouth.

“Debs?” She yawned, looking up at her wife who was smirking at her, crossing her arms. “Honey, I just had the most amazing dream. What do you say to climbing up on daddy’s lap and letting me show you, sexy?” Lou grinned, slapping her thigh as she winked at Debbie.

Tammy cleared her throat and Lou’s eyes grew wide for only a second as she seemed to remember that they had an audience and that she hadn’t fallen asleep or woken up, just the two of them in their bed, but in front of the entire team.

“How bad was it?” Lou whispered, looking up sideways at Deb with a worried look.

“Well, apparently,” Debbie coughed. “I take your cock so good and I need to tell you who I belong to, daddy,” Debbie whispered as a faint blush spread over Lou’s cheeks before she shrugged, her face widening into a grin.

“You know what?” Lou laughed, looking around. “I’m not even sorry. Fuck it.”

“Fuck me,” Debbie moaned softly.

“You don’t even have an excuse, Ocean,” Tammy hissed, snatching at her purse blindly as she made for the door. “I mean the two of you are a hundred years old combined. Show some dignity, you perverts.”