#it's actually funny because no show gave me a buzz like this one

[earlgodwin]

the reasons i'm still hyperfixating on the borgias for a decade is not just because of the phenomenal cast and costumes, but mostly because the characters are well-written and their dynamics with each other are top-tier; a driven possessive man who's toxically codependent towards his angelic but cunning sister? yes!!! two pretty doomed brothers whose father's ambitions for them and trapping them in positions they don't fit and tore them apart? fuck yes!!! a misguided brother who believed he was protecting his sister's reputation but she ended up hating him and their relationship turned into antagonism with both of them playing petty games against each other? yeah!!! the pope's smart and gorgeous mistress and the pope's daughter forming a bond, believing in women's solidarity and outsmarting the cardinals? exactly!!! a master and his assassin who admire each other, trust each other, and even counsel each other? yep!!! inject the whole show into my bloodstream!

[drvscarlett]

Let Him Cook Pt 6

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef! Reader

Let Him Cook Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/N: Thank you for that anon who gave me a message for the next part of the series. This one is dedicated for you!

taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams@barcelonaloverf1life@ririyulife@minseok-smaus@mehrmonga@sltwins@charlesgirl16@six-call@spideybv28@casperlikej@weekendlusting@janeholt3 @evie-119@leilanixx @randomgirlnumber-13@itsjustkhaos

Cookies and Grand Prix

Y/NCooks just posted a photo.

Y/NCooks Now that my masterchef duties are done. Its my first time going to a grand prix as Charles' girlfriend. I hope you like cookies

User1 OMG IM GOING TOMORROW!!! OMYGODDDDD

Y/NCooks I'll give you a cookie when I see you! User1 Ohmygod, this is the best. You are the best!

User3 I'm envious of everyone going to Monza this year, Y/N is giving out cookies

User4 The details are everything on those cookies

CarlosSainz55 Im technically a former ferrari driver so can I claim a cookie?

LoganSargeant can i have one too? Y/NCooks this is for everyone!! Make sure to drop by Carlos and Logan! Maxverstappen1 Expect me around! User5 Everybody is a ferrari fan!

"Okay mon amour, so there will be a big crowd when we arrive" Charles briefed you as you get closer to the venue "Make sure to stick close to me."

"Yes honey, I know. Hold your hand and don't let go"

Charles has been extremely stressed and he thinks it might not be a good idea to bring you to Monza for your first GP as a couple. However, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. You have seen how the people cheered for Charles when he won in Monza, the crowd was electrifying. You wonder what will happen if it happens again this weekend.

Besides, you have a basket full of cookies that you prepared to give for those fans of Charles that you will meet.

You were immediately greeted by a huge crowd calling out Charles name. It was no wonder that there was several security guards waiting at Charles' designated parking lot.

It was normal for Charles to stop to take photos and to sign some merch. What surprised the duo was that the fans were asking for Y/N and her cookies.

"We really waited for you guys so we can get some cookies" one of the avid Tifosi said

"I really hope the cookies give ferrari luck"you agreed.

There was a buzz in the paddock as you gave away several more cookies to the different fans you encountered. You managed to give Carlos and Logan since they were also waiting at the parking lot. You were so carried away talking to everyone that you didn't realize that you already ran out of cookies.

"Oh no, I didn't save cookies for your other friends" you concluded upon reaching the garage.

"That's okay mon amour, I'm sure they would understand that there is no more cookies" Charles assured.

And like a comical entrance, a man in full Red Bull gear enters the sea of red uniforms.

"What do you mean no more cookies?" Max asked "I did not just go through all the security details to not have cookies"

"Oops."

Grill the grid: eggs

It was a fairly easy challenge, the media team thought. They believe that there will be no harm to let the drivers cook since its just a simple hard-boiled egg.

There was a stove, a pot, 2 bottles of water, eggs, vinegar, salt, and pepper on the table. They also thought that it will be funny to put unnecessary spices and ingredients on the table so there is grated cheese, spring onions, cinnamon, carrots, and etc..

The drivers entered the room looking confused at the different set up of the Grill the Grid.

"We're giving people what they want, today were actually allowing the drivers to show off their cooking skills with this special episodes of grill the grid"

Charles is obviously happy. He was already raving about how there are different versions of eggs that he tried at home because of Y/N.

"I have already tried doing poached egg, soft-boiled eggs, french omelette, american ones" Charles enumerated "I think I'm the best at making scrambled eggs"

"Its just scrambled"

"There is a technique there" and Charles continued to ramble on the different techniques that he has used to achieve the perfect scrambled eggs.

On the other hand, Oscar is attempting to make a hard boiled egg. He admits to the camera that he did not have any experience of it but he definitely knows how it taste (obviously).

"So Oscar what is your game plan here?"

"Well, I'm planning to boil the water and I think I should add some vinegar and then maybe sugar and salt so the egg will be flavored" Oscar stopped as he heard the giggling on set "Wait am I wrong?"

"No, no, just continue"

"Okay so I think I'm gonna let the eggs cook once the water is rolling then I'm gonna wait for 15-18 minutes because I don't wanna serve raw eggs" Oscar continued.

The staffs are a bit shocked by the length of time. It was beyond overcooked but they wouldn't say anything to the Australian driver.

It cuts to Max who seems to be pretty confident with his skill. Its a simple egg, how hard can it be?

"Of course, we have to get the water boiling and then I'm going to put it in for 5 minutes and then get the egg out" Max explained.

If Oscar has a long waiting time, Max was immediately dropping the egg even before the water is boiling because Max believes that the water is hot to the touch.

"What happened, why is the egg still runny?" Max wondered

He cut off the egg and there was still slimy white and the yolks were uncooked. There was a frown on his face as he looked back at his pot, he thinks he is being sabotaged.

"I'm gonna do it again"

Yuki was excited to do the cooking challenge. He insisted that he will not just make a hard boiled egg but he will also showcase a soft-boiled egg. The staffs were ecstatic to see him running around to get iced water for his eggs.

"I make these weekly so I'm really confident that it will turn out well"Yuki has a permanent grin as he fishes out his soft-boiled egg.

"If you want a soft-boiled egg, boiling water with the bubbles and then 8 minutes on the clock. Then you put it in an ice bath and then peel it" Yuki narrates.

He opens his soft boiled egg and it showcases a jammy yolk and soft whites, the perfect kind of soft-boiled eggs. The studio applauds at Yuki's efforts.

Y/NCooks just posted a photo

Y/NCooks since the episode is out, here is the list of photos sent to me by the crew. Guess which is which.

User2 OHMYGOD, THIS IS SO FUNNY!!!

User3 LOOK AT OSCAR'S REALLY OVERCOOKED EGGS

User6 i was seriously laughing when he said 18 to 20 minutes User7 For real, man thinks he is tenderizing meat

maxverstappen1 i demand a part 2

Charles_Leclerc "its so easy" maxverstappen1 shut up. i have been cooking now kellypiquet p is getting tired of eggs every morning user9 max is really serious to train himself on how to make eggs

User14 I just know that yuki is the one with the best looking egg, so smooth!!!

Y/Ncooks yes!!! User17 charles is the one with the unsmooth peeling Y/NCooks the man can't have it all, i guess

LandoNorris thank God they didn't send you my photo

Y/NCooks lando, i dont think anyone grabbed a photo since the fire department was called CarlosSainz55 you did what???? Charles_Leclerc and they call me as someone who can't cook when we have Lando here being a fire hazard LandoNorris Y/N THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR SECRET User22 atleast team papaya are both needing lessons.

The cookie prank.

Max was still upset that he didn't get to have cookies in Monza. He was really looking forward to it so he wasn't the least suspicious when he allowed Charles inside his home since he brought him cookies.

It was wrong of Max to put down his defenses.

"I'm gonna get some water, you want anything?" Max asked

"No, I'm just gonna get comfortable here with your cats"

Charles stood in front of the cat litter box and he pulled the ziplock bag that he has. Inside the ziplock bag was another set of cookies that looks like cat poops. He laughed quietly as he sets up the scene.

"Max, do you know about that coffee made from poop?" he asked the Dutchman

"Of course, Kopi Luwak" Max replied "Why did you ask?"

Max walked out of the kitchen and he can see clearly how Charles picked up a poop from the litter box. He almost dropped the water that he is holding upon seeing that.

"What if we use cat poop instead" Charles wondered

"CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

The pure mortification in Max's face when Charles started eating the poop. It seems like his friend lost his mind after driving in Ferrari for all these years.

"You should try some"

"Y/N, CHARLES IS GOING CRAZY" Max immediately placed you on a call "I THINK HE NEEDS THERAPY"

"Woah slow down Max" you were out on a grocery run and now Max is screaming at your ear

"Hello mon amour"Charles greeted on the other line.

"HE LOST HIS MIND, HE STARTED EATING MY CAT'S POOPS"

You made a mental face palm as you remembered how Charles insisted that you make very realistic cookies that looks like poop. Charles never opened it to you that he will be using it to prank Max. You started laughing at the shock in Max's face.

"Max, those are cookies" you defended

"THEY ARE CAT POOPS, CHARLES LECLERC IS EATING CAT POOPS"

Oh what would you do with these boys.

[puppy-steve]

i keep thinking about that one bachelor au post so here's my take on it (i've never watched the bachelor or bachelorette so bear with me)

the bachelor au where steve's the bachelor and eddie is a contestant, but not because he actually wants to be, he's just in it for the paycheck. robin is also a contestant but only because her parents sent in her application without her knowing and she isn't out to them yet.

they both think that steve is overrated and definitely over hyped. typical rich kid with enough money to buy people's love, yada yada.

until they both start going on dates with him and then realize that it isn't exactly true. yes, he's rich, but he's also kind and funny and actually genuine once you get past the mask he puts on for everybody. eventually, eddie and robin find themselves looking forward to their dates.

only robin doesn't want to date him. he's slowly moving his way up the ranks to becoming her best friend, sure, but this is still tv. she's still expected to kiss him and confess her feelings for him. and when the time comes for her to do that, she can't.

they're in venice. steve is leaning in and robin is very aware of the cameras filming them. the back of her neck goes cold and her stomach churns and suddenly she's running in the opposite direction. her italian is passable so she ends up getting a taxi back to the hotel production put them in.

she locks herself in her en suite and presses her forehead against the cold porcelain. she doesn't know how long she sits there until her phone buzzes and she checks the notification. the nausea rises up her throat again. she forgot she gave steve her number.

there's a knock on her room door and another text.

r u ok? can i come in?

robin debates it but figures she owes him and explanation. she lets him in and they sit on the bathroom floor. robin tells him why she's on the show in the first place, about how she didn't know her parents signed her up until she got the phone call from the casting director. tells him that even if she gets kicked off, she can still use the money for her student loans.

she stares at the water in the toilet bowl when she comes out to him.

steve is quiet, processing, before he laughs. he's not laughing at her, he promises, but "robin. you're on a show with more than a handful of other queers, you know that, right? i'm bisexual."

and yeah, robin knew that, but it's different when you're not into the guy you're supposed to be romancing at all.

steve reassures her that it's okay, and that he still hopes they can be friends and keep in touch after the show ends.

robin would like that.

she apologizes to the production crew the next day and they're understanding and steve and robin get a re-do of their date. it's much more genuine this time, filled with laughs and digs as they eat gelato along the river and people watch and gossip.

it's the best robin's ever been on.

eddie, on the other hand. he's absolutely head over heels for steve, which is surprising even for him. he's trailer park trash, he's got absolutely nothing on steve harrington. not the name, not the money.

hell, the very first day, he insulted the guy's food choices right to his face without knowing it.

eddie wants the earth to give way underneath him and swallow him whole.

he plays it up on their first date, all fake niceties and empty smiles, until steve tells him point blank, "the guy that said the buffet was shit that first night? i want to get to know him."

eddie's flabbergasted.

steve opens up about all the fake people in his life, the ones who just take advantage of them and use him for their own gains. the ones who don't even bother to get to know the real him. the one that likes to play guitar and hang out with the gaggle of teenagers that follow him around all the time for some unknown reason.

he tells eddie about what he wants to do with his life, not what someone else has planned for him and eddie falls deeper and deeper.

this time, when steve leans in for a kiss, eddie doesn't shy away. their lips press together and it's the best goddamn kiss either one of them have ever had.

the show has a deadline, of course, and steve can't just spend all his time with eddie and robin. there are other contestants. robin knows her rose is strictly platonic and steve has already called her multiple times freaking out about his growing crush on eddie. she knows eddie has this in the bag.

the final night comes and the contestants have dwindled. there's only a small group of them left: eddie, robin, and another guy and girl they didn't bother learning the names of.

when steve chooses eddie after a moment of dramatic silence that kind of puts his own dm dramatics to shame, eddie doesn't hesitate to jump in steve's arms, wrap his legs around his waist, and plant a sloppy one on him right in front of the cameras.

[scoops-stevie-archive]

i keep thinking about that one bachelor au post so here's my take on it (i've never watched the bachelor or bachelorette so bear with me)

the bachelor au where steve's the bachelor and eddie is a contestant, but not because he actually wants to be, he's just in it for the paycheck. robin is also a contestant but only because her parents sent in her application without her knowing and she isn't out to them yet.

they both think that steve is overrated and definitely over hyped. typical rich kid with enough money to buy people's love, yada yada.

until they both start going on dates with them and then realize that it isn't exactly true. yes, he's rich, but he's also kind and funny and actually genuine once you get past the mask he puts on for everybody. eventually, eddie and robin find themselves looking forward to their dates.

only robin doesn't want to date him. he's slowly moving his way up the ranks to becoming her best friend, sure, but this is still tv. she's still expected to kiss him and confess her feelings for him. and when the time comes for her to do that, she can't.

they're in venice. steve is leaning in and robin is very aware of the cameras filming them. the back of her neck goes cold and her stomach churns and suddenly she's running in the opposite direction. her italian is passable so she ends up getting a taxi back to the hotel production put them in.

she locks herself in her en suite and presses her forehead against the cold porcelain. she doesn't know how long she sits there until her phone buzzes and she checks the notification. the nausea rises up her throat again. she forgot she gave steve her number.

there's a knock on her room door and another text.

r u ok? can i come in?

robin debates it but figures she owes him and explanation. she lets him in and they sit on the bathroom floor. robin tells him why she's on the show in the first place, about how she didn't know her parents signed her up until she got the phone call from the casting director. tells him that even if she gets kicked off, she can still use the money for her student loans.

she stares at the water in the toilet bowl when she comes out to him.

steve is quiet, processing, before he laughs. he's not laughing at her, he promises, but "robin. you're on a show with more than a handful of other queers, you know that, right? i'm bisexual."

and yeah, robin knew that, but it's different when you're not into the guy you're supposed to be romancing at all.

steve reassures her that it's okay, and that he still hopes they can be friends and keep in touch after the show ends.

robin would like that.

she apologizes to the production crew the next day and they're understanding and steve and robin get a re-do of their date. it's much more genuine this time, filled with laughs and digs as they eat gelato along the river and people watch and gossip.

it's the best robin's ever been on.

eddie, on the other hand. he's absolutely head over heels for steve, which is surprising even for him. he's trailer park trash, he's got absolutely nothing on steve harrington. not the name, not the money.

hell, the very first day, he insulted the guy's food choices right to his face without knowing it.

eddie wants the earth to give way underneath him and swallow him whole.

he plays it up on their first date, all fake niceties and empty smiles, until steve tells him point blank, "the guy that said the buffet was shit that first night? i want to get to know him."

eddie's flabbergasted.

steve opens up about all the fake people in his life, the ones who just take advantage of them and use him for their own gains. the ones who don't even bother to get to know the real him. the one that likes to play guitar and hang out with the gaggle of teenagers that follow him around all the time for some unknown reason.

he tells eddie about what he wants to do with his life, not what someone else has planned for him and eddie falls deeper and deeper.

this time, when steve leans in for a kiss, eddie doesn't shy away. their lips press together and it's the best goddamn kiss either one of them have ever had.

the show has a deadline, of course, and steve can't just spend all his time with eddie and robin. there are other contestants. robin knows her rose is strictly platonic and steve has already called her multiple times freaking out about his growing crush on eddie. she knows eddie has this in the bag.

the final night comes and the contestants have dwindled. there's only a small group of them left: eddie, robin, and another guy and girl they didn't bother learning the names of.

when steve chooses eddie after a moment of dramatic silence that kind of puts his own dm dramatics to shame, eddie doesn't hesitate to jump in steve's arms, wrap his legs around his waist, and plant a sloppy one on him right in front of the cameras.

[hotdilfs11]

.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

.　　. 　 ˚　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　. 　 ˚　.

Beth's house-

A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.

He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"

I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"

I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"

"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.

I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.

He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought

with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.

A months later:

Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.

Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.

“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.

My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”

Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.

I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.

Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car

with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."

I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.

[markdelonge]

best friends with Johnny Knoxville...

not my gif

note: im so pissed why is this so short :/

...

request?: yes

contains: profanity, pretty sure thats it

masterlist

...

• probably the most reckless duo on earth

• people get scared whenever the two of you are in a room together

the two of you are ALWAYS up to something. rather it be pranking each other or the crew, or having stupid ideas and going thru with them without thought. you guys are unpredictable.

• matching shoes omg

• or lil friendship necklaces (like the ones with half and half of a heart)

you guys have multiple friendships bracelets, necklaces, rings, ect, but, they break hella easy so you both have a bunch of half heart charms that read "best friends forever" laying around your houses

• get mistaken for a couple A LOT

once a rumor first started going around, you and Johnny were quick to shut it down. you both saw each other as siblings almost, so seeing rumors about the two of you dating kinda grossed both of you out

• probably end up hosting a show together

or a radio show. it was one of those 3 am ideas that the both of you took a lil too seriously.

• he brings you on set all the time

• but he won't let you do any of the stunts.

even when a stunt is in progress, he'd make sure that you were far away enough so you weren't in harms way. he says that "no one wants to watch a girl get hurt" because its "not funny".

• literal fights because of it

• having hotel room sleepovers

annoying the room service workers to death, prank calling people, leaving the room every other minute to go get ice (having an excuse to run down the halls), accidentally getting locked out, having to bother the room service workers even more.

• constantly calling each other names

like "bitch, whore, dumbass, idiot, stupid, moron" literally any insulting name you guys can think of, thats just the way you two talk to each other

• yelling at each other

yelling at each other so much that it sounds like an argument to everyone else around you, but to the both of you it sounds like you're having a regular every day conversation

• "talking shit" behind each other's backs (as jokes, you guys love each other to death)

like:

"Ugh, Knox is so fuckin' annoying, I wish he'd leave me alone"

"Then stop hanging out with him"

"No, he's my best friend, I'd never"

• taking his sunglasses

sometimes you take it without asking, sometimes he gives them to you because you complain about the sun being in your eyes, sometimes he gives them to you to hold while he does stunts. you two practically share sunglasses.

• late nights at corner stores

omg, going to get slushies, snacks, milkshakes. literally mini grocery shopping trips. once, you two got a little too carried away and ended up spending over 100 dollars on snacks. the workers hate you guys.

• him cutting your hair while you're sleeping

a bit thingy for jackass, instead of buzzing your hair, he took a pair of scissors and "gave you a trim". he left before you could wake up. so when you did wake up, you got out of bed to see a chunk of your hair and a pair of scissors on the nightstand.

• being menaces at hotels omg

running down the halls, ding dong ditch, prank calling other rooms, actually getting the police called once or twice, having races (one person takes the elevator and one person takes the steps to see who would get to the next floor first)

• if you guys sit next to each other, theres no way the two of you are gonna be quiet.

you guys are always joking about something, even if you aren't talking, you're doing something that makes the other person laugh, you guys got yelled at for doing it during an important meeting. now you're not allowed to sit next to each other during business meetings.

• secret handshakes

• like multiple

every other month, the two of you make up a new hand shake that'll only last about a week. you guys forget about them all the time 😭

• having a playlist of songs that the two of you constantly listen to

its always

"Hey, listen to this new song i like."

"HOLY FUCK, YOU LIKE THAT SONG TOO?"

and it becomes both of your favorite songs.

so you're practically sharing a music taste.

• ight thats all i got :)

[lovecolibri]

It’s funny how some shippers think the lack of detail given to Marisol and Natalia mean that they’re not endgame and Buddie will still be canon. When to me it’s the opposite. That WAS the end, the presumed end, and it was so important to the show that Eddie and Buck end up with women that the women themselves didn’t matter at all. They gave more attention to one-off victim characters than they did to the woman halves of Eddie & Buck’s supposed happy endings. The message isn’t “this won’t last.” The message is “the femaleness of this character is all that matters because straight. Straight straight hetero straight. 🙃” I genuinely think Buddie would have more of a chance if they had bothered to tell us why Buck likes Natalia so much, or why Eddie thinks there’s a spark with Marisol. Given us anything about the characters themselves. But they gave us female blank slates because they wanted to message that the female part is the most important thing. So it’s just wild to me to see people interpreting it as a positive sign. Which I guess maybe I’m just a pessimist, but it looks a lot like denial to me.

"it was so important to the show that Eddie and Buck end up with women that the women themselves didn’t matter at all." 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 SAY THAT Nonnie! I've also seen a LOT of comments about how "well they had to wrap everything up nicely because they thought it was the end of the show so I get it, they didn't want to rush if it was Buddie" and like....*Chidi voice* You DO get how that's worse right? Because a) they could have absolutely had an open ending with Buck picking out his own couch and Eddie being content with his life right now and how full it is with family and friends and Chris, b) they COULD have done ambiguous Buddie with the Buckley-Diaz boys on the couch together playing video games which could be seen as platonic OR romantic so everyone is happy because it's a fan favorite dynamic AND they have been shown as a family for years so they don't need the build up, or c) they could have gone full on Buddie and yeah it would suck to not get more but again, the build up is already kinda there AND it would break the internet if people knew THAT was the finale and the buzz might have gotten them picked up if ABC hadn't already made the announcement.

They literally chose the worst, most lazy option that even outside of Buddie very specifically goes against things the show outright stated in the text that both Buck and Eddie needed to do this season wrt their dating lives. Which....to ME is a bit of a headscratcher because it says they KNEW the backlash that would happen about these relationships (we had the hint about Marisol coming back but Natalia? If that live with Aisha hadn't happened we would have been fucking BLINDSIDED they kept it so under wraps). So rather than commit to telling the arcs well and just ignoring the backlash from "a small part of the viewership", they waited until the last second to drop these half-formed love interests into relationships with Buck and Eddie at a time they thought the show was done and they wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. So which is it? Is the Buddie fandom so small it's inconsequential and we should all just be quiet and realize the show doesn't need us and therefore will never give us what we want no matter how much noise we make? Or is the backlash from social media actually something that's taken into consideration and the show had to make sure to get to the end of the season without alienating that part of the fanbase? They can't have it both ways. Either we're not important enough to be taken seriously in which case it's just shitty storytelling, or we're loud enough to cause serious problems so they have to do jussssst enough to keep the backlash down until they don't have to anymore because the show is over. Which sounds a lot like "shipbait" to me.

I'm leaving of with this quote of yours because fuck me, I've yet to see anything more true about this situation.

The message isn’t “this won’t last.” The message is “the femaleness of this character is all that matters"

[drabbles-mc]

Catching the Red-Eye

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: I just saw a funny post that gave me a fic idea: Friend says “Our flight is at 3am so we could go drinking and then straight to the airport.” Y/N: “Sound like a great idea!” Narrator: “It was not a great idea.” Can I request a Juice x reader where she & her gf (maybe Tara or someone?) are coming back from a girls trip and Juice(&Jax or whoever) have to deal w/ whatever state they find their girls in? 😂😂

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I started a draft for this months ago when you first sent it in and then my computer deleted it. But I got back to it tonight because apparently my muse is only awake between 11pm and 1am these days 😂 I did tweak a couple little things from the original request but the idea of writing reader an Tara as friends just made my heart way too happy. I love them so much and I hope they have many adventures together going forward. I've missed writing slice of life stuff like this. 🥰 (Also I can't lie this made me want to write more fic for Jax and Tara. It's such a small glimpse of them here but god I mourn the missed opportunities of them just having normal relationship moments man idkidk)

A/N 2: My requests are closed this is an old one that's been sitting in my inbox for literal months. Unedited and unbetad as always lmao

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It was the first time that you’d ever actually been drunk on a plane. For all the times you heard people talk about airport bars, and all the times that flight attendants had offered you cocktails, you had never really thought much about it. You were always on the go through the airport, always had a book or something to keep you company on the flights. You had never even been buzzed near a plane, let alone drunk and on one.

Apparently the missing ingredient had been traveling with Tara. You had no idea what you had been missing out on until you had it. All because of a trip for a hospital conference. The two of you had spent the better part of your week sitting through lectures and seminars. Sure, the information was interesting, and sure, you were both thankful for the opportunity. But after an entire week in a swanky resort it felt like the two of you had nothing to show for it.

Then to top it all off, your flight got delayed. So you and Tara were stuck at the airport with a few extra hours to kill. It wasn’t long enough to justify leaving just to have to go back through security, but it was too long to just sit there doing nothing. You had no interest in the book in your backpack, and the way that Tara was looking around the airport had you thinking she was in the same predicament.

Then she turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised and a little bit of a glint in her eyes. “You know,” she leaned on the armrest between your two chairs at the terminal, “since our flight isn’t until three now, we could just…” she shrugged casually, “hit one of the bars here and head straight to our flight afterwards.”

You chuckled, trying to gage just how serious she was. “R-really?”

She shrugged, “Why not? The plane has a designated driver. Plus,” she stood up from her seat, “I think we deserve something besides pamphlets and lecture notes for the week we’ve had.” She held her hand out for you to take. “Come on. Closest bar is just a few gates down.”

Despite knowing that it was most likely going to end in a hangover on a plane, you slapped your hand into hers and let her pull you up from your seat and down the hallway. The amount of laughter erupting from the two of you were the sure sign of an impending good time.

It was such a good time, in fact, that it was a just before midnight when your phone started buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see who was calling at such a late hour. You half-stifled a giggle as you showed Tara the name flashing across your screen.

“I forgot to tell him the flight got delayed.”

Her eyes widened as she laughed, taking a sip of her drink before saying, “Oh. When you tell him, make sure he tells Jax.” She let out another laugh. “I forgot to tell him, too.”

You were laughing as you answered the phone. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” Juice had been confused the second he dialed your number, but the drunken lilt to your voice only made him more confused. “Are you good? We're at the airport and—”

“Promise me you won’t get mad?” you asked, still giggling.

“He better not!” Tara chimed in with a laugh before ordering the two of you another round of drinks.

Juice couldn’t help but to laugh at the fact that Tara was also drunk. After getting it together, he said, “I promise I won’t get mad. What’s up?”

“Our flight got delayed.” You laughed. “Until 3AM. We aren’t,” you took a sip of the drink that Tara handed you, “we aren’t gonna be home until morning.”

Juice sighed but he wasn’t mad. All the shit that you went through because of him being in the club, all the changed and canceled plans for a myriad of reasons, you more than earned this one. Tara too.

“You’re mad,” you said.

He laughed. “I’m not mad. Just, you know, don’t get carried away and miss your flight.”

You smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “We won’t.”

“Text me later with an ETA?”

“As soon as we board the plane.”

“Alright. I love you.”

You were beaming. “I love you too.” He was halfway through saying goodbye when you remembered, “Oh! Shit. Make sure you tell Jax! Tara forgot too.”

Juice laughed. “Yea, I think he might have figured it out by now.”

You heard Jax's muffled hello on the other end of the line, laughing before finally getting around to saying one more I love you to Juice and saying goodbye.

The rest of the night into the tiny hours of the morning flew by in a bit of a blur. There was a lot of laughing, a lot of drinks. If your memory served right there were a decent number of them that you and Tara didn’t have to pay for yourselves which always seemed to make a drink taste better. It was a great time, and despite the amount of alcohol in your systems you still made it to your flight on time. You even remembered to update Juice.

The two of you managed to get your laughter somewhat under control for the sake of the other passengers on the plane. You didn’t want to keep them up with fits of giggles so you dialed it down. It didn’t take long for Tara to drift off to sleep, but you knew that wasn’t going to be happening for you until you home and in your own bed. And, with any luck, curled up with Juice.

Not sleeping had the unique upside of allowing you to nurse another drink or two on the flight. Just enough to keep you buzzed, to stop you from getting slammed with a brutal hangover. You kept yourself perfectly amused on the relatively short flight home. A few hours on a plane seemed to go by faster than in the car. Being able to watch the sun come up while still having a buzz certainly didn’t hurt.

Tara woke with a groan when you nudged her shoulder after the plane landed. She shook her head at you, not opening her eyes all the way as she felt around on the floor for her purse. “This is why I don’t drink,” she grumbled.

You laughed as you stood up, slipping your backpack on your shoulders. “No, you don’t drink because we always have to be grownups.”

“If we’re both grownups, why am I the only one who’s dying?” she asked as she reached over and snatched your sunglasses off the top of your head and put them on.

“I stayed up,” you laughed as you walked through the airport towards baggage claim, “and I stayed drunk.”

She had to laugh at that. “Smart. I’ll have to remember that next time.”

“Next time?” you said with a grin as you pulled your suitcase and then hers from the carousel. “Hell yea.”

When the two of you stepped outside, Tara immediately let out another groan at the bright morning sunlight. You couldn’t help your laughter as you continued walking, looking for either your car or Tara's. She followed along behind you, trusting you to do the real scouting on her behalf.

It wasn’t long until you saw both Jax and Juice standing on the sidewalk, leaning back against the side your car. You waved to get their attention, picking up your pace, not caring about the suitcase rolling and bouncing along behind you. The second you were close enough, you let go of the suitcase and ditched it on the sidewalk in favor of running up and hugging Juice. You hopped up, wrapping both your arms and legs around him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

He laughed, the impact of your jump making him stumble a step but he still caught and held onto you. He hooked his arms underneath you, holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, holding you tight for a moment before you let your feet hit the ground again. Pulling back, you kissed him hard on the lips, leaving the both of you breathless and somehow still laughing.

“I missed you too,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned into it as you cupped his face in your hands. “The trip was good, then?”

“It was great!” you beamed. “Missed you, though.”

“Looks like you two did just fine without us.” He paused, looking over at Tara who was leaning into Jax as he chuckled at her hungover state. “Well, one of you did just fine.”

Jax kissed the side of Tara's head. “Rough trip, babe?”

She shook her head. “The trip was great. I’m still dying, though.” She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. “Take me home so I can die in peace.”

He laughed. “Is this how I am when I’m hungover?”

“You’re worse,” all three of you replied in unison, laughing when you realized.

Jax rolled his eyes but he was laughing too as he picked up both your suitcase and Tara's to toss them into the trunk of your car. “Let’s get you party animals home.”

You immediately ran towards the front of the car. “I call shotgun!”

You were comfortably slouched in your seat with your feet on the dash before Jax and Tara finished settling themselves in the back seat. Jax had his arm draped around her shoulders, keeping her tucked snug against his side as she got ready to lightly doze for the duration of the ride home.

Juice reached over, resting his hand on your thigh as he drove. You interlocked your fingers with his, watching the scenery through the windshield and the passenger window.

Juice squeezed your hand. “How the hell are you not, you know, super fucking hungover?”

You were too busy laughing to answer the question, so Tara piped up from the back seat for you. “Hair of the dog,” she mumbled.

You laughed as you nodded. “Something like that. I just didn’t let myself sober up all the way.” You saw the way Juice peeled his eyes off the road to look at you for a moment and shrugged. “What? The flight attendant offered! Who was I to say no? Don’t worry,” you patted his hand, “when I wake up from my nap in a few hours I will be plenty hungover. By then Tara will be doing better than I’m doing now.”

Juice dropped the two of them off at Jax's. You said a lazy goodbye from the passenger seat, the exhaustion of the week and the all-nighter finally catching up to you. You were starting to close your eyes when Juice got back into the driver's seat. He looked over at you before he put the car back in drive, unable to stop smiling at the sight of you.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that he was looking at you. “Yea?”

He laughed quietly. “Nothing. I love you.” He leaned over the center console so he could kiss the side of your head. “I’m glad you two had fun. I’m even more glad that you’re home.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a smile. “You’re a sap, Juan Carlos.”

He chuckled as he backed out of their driveway. “You love me, though.”

You couldn’t deny that. “I do. But remember that you love me in a few hours when I’m cranky and hungover.”

“When you’re trying to bury yourself in all of our pillows and blankets?”

“And trap you there with me.”

“And all of your crankiness.”

You laughed, resting your hand on top of his on the console between you. “Exactly.”

[deargodhelpmeaaa]

this is my full arc with Berdly (so far)

High school. Late or middle high school I don't know; my perception of time is fucked. Deltarune chapter 2 just came out and it's all the rage and I want to get the fuck away from it because it's all anyone fucking talks about and I could care less about it (I hate things that get popular). I played Deltarune chapter 1 and part of chapter 2 around this time to see what the buzz was about. I found chapter 1 to be pretty mediocre, and didn't really get the story. Chapter 2 didn't interest me and I thought it was kind of dumb.

my dumb ginger friend loves this stupid game and he won't shut up about this stupid Berdly character who like, wants people to like him for his intelligence and you can kill him in the game or something and if you type his name into google images and scroll down a little bit a really gross piece of uhh we'll just say typical furry art shows up and it made me feel really sick to my stomach. I still stole the idea for wanting to be liked for being smart and stowed it away in my brain so I could rip it off later because I have not a creative bone in my body.

I sort of forget about Deltarune for a while and harbor nothing but pretty negative feelings about it probably because my stupid ginger friend likes it and I feel zero respect for him or really any of the target audience of Deltarune and having somewhat of a "ding dong your opinion is wrong and mine is right because I said so" complex because I want to look better than everyone else because deep down I know I'm probably worse than everyone including the people I see as less than me because I hate myself a lot yay self esteem issues yipeee being a teenager rules!

I end up maturing a little as I become more of an adult, and become less of a jackass. Still have little remnants of the jackassness in me but I'm not a full on one anymore and I sort of like get how things work now and like.... I'm lss of a jerk than ur average person ok. Because of this, I end up deciding to give Deltarune another chance.

I start with chapter 2's snowgrave route since it sounds the most interesting to me. I kind of like Berdly and find him cute.

I kill him.

feel kind of bad

Go back and play chapter 1 and then the normal route of chapter 2.

wait a minute.

i really like Berdly.

he's really cute. and funny and like.

fucking shit he's kind of relatable

You know what I'm giving him the present; I'd feel awful if I gave it to anyone else

Awww! He's so happy!

Aww poor Berdly his backstory is kind of sad. I can't believe this game lets you kill him. Man and everyone else is so mean to him. Queen doesn't care about him, Susie's taunting him for how he's acting which, yeah, ok, he's annoying, but does he really deserve that? fucking bitch-

Berdly breaks his fucking arm.

Fuck.

Start the entirity of chapter 2 over again using my chapter 1 data and try to prevent Berdly from breaking his arm.

Successfully prevent Berdly from breaking his arm. We are bffs now. Yippee!

Begin to look at fan content.

Wow this art shipping him with Kris is so fucking cringe. Shit sucks.

Wow this art shipping him with Kris is kind of charming. Shit doesn't suck?

Wow I'm drawing it.

Wow I wrote seventy something pages of fanfiction that were inspired by how much I like Berdly as a character and am dedicating several months of my life possibly years to refining this script, storyboarding it and turning it into an actual comic that won't suck balls.

Kill me

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Naked

Fandom: New Girl Ship: Nick/Schmidt Rating: Explicit Dedication: @ariesbilly thanks for showing interest in this fic, it's the thing that pushed me to finally finish it! I hope you like it! Tags: Naked episode related, blow jobs, handjobs, sexual tension, Nick is terrible with his feelings but great with boundaries. Schmidt is great with his feelings, terrible at boundaries, funny, the complicated love story that is Nick and Schmidt as told by me Summary:

Schmidt had been trying to catch a glimpse of his dick all. week. And it was bordering into creepy territories now. Waiting in the bathroom stall for him to pull it out to pee at the urinal had been pretty clever. He will give him that, but it also inspired some serious boundary issues with their other roommates. Jess specifically, and he’s going to murder Schmidt for starting this stupid obsession in the first place.

So far Schmidt’s been unsuccessful. But that's not from a lack of trying. 

Nick pads over to the shower with just his towel wrapped around his waist. Before he can even reach the shower, he feels Schmidt's presence buzzing in his skull like a 6th spider sense. He doesn't say anything yet, just turns on the shower water to ice cold because, well, the man hiding in their communal shower needed one to get Nick's dick off his mind. 

When Schmidt didn't even scream, shout, or yelp, Nick had to commend the man for his dedication to the task. He eventually cut Schmidt some slack and gave him the out. 

“Alright. Get out, Schmidt.”

The shower curtain flies open dramatically, and Schmidt is standing there with water drenching his face, all down his clothes, and soaking into his shoes. He deserves it, but his annoyance at Nick is still clear as day in those enormous puppy dog eyes. 

“I'm the only one who hasn't seen it!”

Nick crossed his arms in front of his chest. He could feel the migraine already coming on. 

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

Schmidt pouted, actually fucking pouted, before,

“How long are you going to make me wait?”

Nick's hands fly to his face, palms digging into his eye sockets attempting to kill the impulsive thought he just had before it could grow hooks and nestle into his subconscious.

…Too late…

“If I show it to you… will you please drop this?” 

Schmidt's face changes, his anxious pout is now a smile so big it reaches his ears and he slaps off the still-running water. “ Immediately. Nick, I promise.”

But when has Schmidt ever been known to drop anything?

[calzonekestis]

So the other day @quirly did a funny TikTok where the filter labeled Jason as Chrissy’s nemesis, and while I wouldn’t go that far…

Ok it would be real easy to bash Jason and make this some sort of ship war thing, and that’s not my intention, I want to make that clear…

…but he had no idea about her ED, about her Vecna hallucinations, that she was seeing the school counselor. He made a big public proclamation of love, but was oblivious to fact she was hurting and even that she was isolating herself. Like, he didn’t to celebrate winning the game with his girlfriend - he went to go celebrate it with The Boys. Like it’s unfathomable to him that Chrissy would have willingly hung out with Eddie Munson - she didn’t mess with drugs, that Freak must have kidnapped her and killed her in some ritualistic sacrifice.

Mans didn’t know her as well/wasn’t as attentive as he thought.

Meanwhile, Eddie? Some rando who remembers her from years ago and hasn’t interacted with her since? He actually sees her. He’s perceptive enough to see that something was off, that she was scared. Multiple times. And in the woods? He does everything he can to make her feel safe and put her at ease.

He tells her they won’t get caught. He tells her she can back out of the deal. He tells her that he’s actually not a total stranger, they kinda knew each other once - he just had a buzz cut and no tattoos. He probably cringes thinking back at himself, but hey, it will bring about some familiarity and make himself seem so maybe that makes him seem less mean and scary to her. He makes jokes, he acts like a total goober. He makes her smile, and laugh. This good girl who has been terrorized, terrified… who is desperate enough to buy drugs in the woods from some boy she didn’t remember she knew in the woods. Just so she wouldn’t feel.

But he made her feel. He noticed something was wrong, and he did everything he could to make her feel safe and at ease. He made her smile. And laugh. Not little smiles like the one she gave Jason at the pep rally, big adorable toothy ones. He made her forget something that brought her to such a low point, and made her OK - if only for a moment. He gave her more consideration and attention than her own boyfriend.

I don’t think she was unhappy with Jason, but again, we never saw any of that relationship save a little smile and blown kiss. Did she love him, or did she think she was supposed to love him?

“Social conformity. That’s what’s killing the kids!” She put on a brave face as the carefree perfect little princess, even though it was killing her. Literally.

All because she was worried people would realize she was actually as flawed as her mother made her believe she was.

Jason had his head too far up his own ass… again, he says he loves her - and everything he’s doing now is to get revenge for her…

…but maybe he was also part of the problem? Maybe she felt like she couldn’t talk to him?

Meanwhile, Eddie let her know know out of the gate that it was ok to not be ok. That it was fine, that she’d be fine.

This strange little weed goblin, he was able to pick up on what her boyfriend could not… and he showed her attention, warmth, but also respect.

How could she not trust him? If she survived, how could she not fall for him?

You’re telling me she would have stayed shacked up with Youth Pastor Archie Andrews, and not have climbed Eddie like a tree?

It’s just not realistic.

[thegeminisage]

tng liveblog of the day, because, plot twist, we went ooone more evening. this evening's episodes were "the battle" and "hide & q."

i thought "the battle" was GREAT actually. 38 minutes into this episode i told cathy it was watchable and i had to STOP so she could watch it with me but i was genuinely invested and i thought the premise and the effects were generally very cool. even wesley only had one annoying moment that was 5 seconds long. EASILY my favorite tng episode so far

things i loved: introduction of the picard maneuver, the implication that he had maybe fucked up a lil bit (even if they didn't have the spine to follow thru with it), the ferengi first officer relieving his captain of duty when he realized the guy was bonkers, the "ghost" effects during the flashbacks, the SCORE, the empty burned out little spaceship ambience!!

it was actually giving conscience of the king a little bit - something set entirely aboard the ship concerning the dark past of the captain. i really wish they had leaned harder into solving the mystery - i had to rewatch to understand that picard's "confession" voice log was indeed the one faked, and we never found out why the ship picard destroyed attacked them to start with

i feel like whether or not they had had a good reason, picard showing more genuine remorse to the feregi captain for having to take his son's life, especially if we knew he had lost some of his own people, would have really brought together the emotional arc they were trying to sell. it was really REALLY good compared to the other episodes so far it just felt like it needed another ten minutes

also i'm having this problem, and this IS a me problem, this is not any crime tng is committing, but whenever tng DOES do anything good i'm like "damn imagine if this had happened in tos" and so i'm now just imagining that the father of a captain of a ship kirk destroyed came back and gave him ptsd flashbacks to cause him to fire on the enterprise as a means to revenge and bones keeps trying to treat him and gets told to buzz off so he goes to spock behind kirk's back and then when kirk is brainwashed and crazy spock has to decide on whether he should FIRE BACK or LET THE WHOLE ENTERPRISE BE DESTROYED and and and and and.................

and i get lost in my mind palace wishing for an episode that doesn't exist. sigh. big task they had, those tng writers. i bet the housewives were doing this too.

"hide & q" was not good at all, although they had the bones for a good episode in there. i think hide & q could also have used another ten minutes at the end, but actually they did have the time! they just wasted it all on q wearing funny costumes and napoleon aliens. which. sure.

almost all of my problems with this episode could have been fixed with another ten minutes. for example: after getting q powers will went nuts too quickly. i think if he had gotten them at the start of the episode and remained steadfast and not cracked until they found the dead girl i would have believed it much more.

AND ANOTHER THING: giving everybody their heart's desire. this was easily the best scene in the episode and we rushed right through it. the worf stuff was fucking horrible - this snarling woman in fishnets who gets slapped around and has no dialogue - but his line, "that world is now alien to me," was REALLY intriguing and we got nothing else about it. also we got a throwaway line talking about the klingons being defeated? girl since when?? i'd looove to know anything about worf ever. unfortunately.

it's a particularly cruel trick with geordi and data - data at least got to refuse and explain why (i did love his momentary panic though), but geordi's whole shit got rocked. he's gonna be thinking about those 30 seconds of sight for the rest of his life and kicking himself for turning it down. if this episode had leaned into that moment of cruelty, even done with good intentions, it would have held up the moral a lot better. instead we got weird klingon sex rituals and also whatever was going on with tasha

here's the thing. i kind of like that she cried despite being so stoic all the time otherwise bc it gives her depth, right? in spite of how horribly they treat her she's definitely my fav female character rn. but firstly the reason she cried was kind of dumb and SECONDLY when picard was like "tears on the bridge are excused when one is in the penalty box" in the kindest most fatherly tone ever and REALLY endeared me to both of them they immediately ruined it by having her FLIRT with him???

anyway, that episode could have been better. conceptually it kind of fucked. execution wise it sucked. also lmao riker didn't grant any of the women's wishes <3

[yrpreciousmoon]

Dear Gravity (6/7)

Title: Dear Gravity (6/7) Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Pairing: Akira Otoishi x Rohan Kishibe Rating: Teen+ Summary: It’s dangerous living among the stars. You might just find yourself caught in the gravitational pull of a black hole. * A spin-off of “Morioh Hi-Fi” where we get a peek at what unfolds between these two drama kings. AN: This is the last proper chapter! I'm working on a somewhat smutty epilogue, but the fluff stops here~

The journalist gave a well-practiced laugh. She was seated across the table from Akira at a private rooftop bar overlooking the city. Up until now the two of them had been pleasantly breaking the ice over beers, chattering away about mundane nonsense as if there wasn't a recorder sitting on the table between them.

Akira was perfectly comfortable, being quite used to interviews by now; He'd learned the bob-and-weave tactics of avoiding personal questions, how to stick to neutral topics so as not to become some misquoted martyr. And for this particular interview, he was riding the high that he'd been on for weeks, the sparkling confidence and ego-inflation that went along with--

“-- your first ever headlining tour. That's got to be exciting. And a maybe a little bit scary?”

Akira smirked and leaned back in his seat, arms slung over the back of the booth. He knew the journalist wanted to try to dig up some soft side to his normally cool and self-assured public persona, but he wouldn't take the bait. “Scary? Hardly. I've been ready for this since I first decided to pick up a guitar.”

“So it would seem.” The woman raised her glass to him. “Is there anything new you're trying out for your stage show? Anything from past tours that you're ditching? What can fans expect now that you're the main event?”

“I don't want to give anything away. But I think,” he said slowly, “That every time we put together a show, our goal is to make it bigger and badder than the last. This tour is 100% Akira, but I'm not the same guy audiences saw the last time around. The music's not the same either. I'm always evolving, y'know?”

“I'm glad you mentioned that, because it's my understanding that you'll actually be debuting a lot of material from your upcoming album on this tour. Can you talk a bit about that?”

“I could, but shouldn't I let the music speak for itself?”

The woman raised an eyebrow and gave him a forced smile. “Maybe, but my job is to write about music, Otoishi-san. Now... the name you've been teasing for the album is reportedly Threads of Fate. And early reviews say that it seems to tap into a more romantic vein than your previous work. Is that fair assessment?”

He shrugged. “You could say that. But I don't want to dictate what people get out of my music. It's all open to interpretation.”

“Hmmm.” She seemed impatient with his noncommittal answers. “Okay, sure, but can you at least tell us what inspired you?”

Akira actually paused to consider this one. If he had to do these interviews to generate buzz, he might as well be sincere...

“Well, a lot of this record was written in my hometown,” he started. “It's kind of funny... My first record was written while I was driving around Japan in a shitty car – oh, sorry, can I say shitty? – well anyway, it feels like up to this point, a lot of my writing has been about life on the road, and trying to find something out there.” He gestured vaguely over his head. “But yeah, this time I ended up scrapping a lot of the stuff I'd already written once I got back home. I guess I found something there that made me feel grounded, and that was kind of a new experience.”

“Hmm, mhmm...” The writer nodded, jotting something down in her notebook. “And what was it that you found, exactly? Was it related to this romantic narrative that we discussed?”

“Man, you're really into the romance angle, huh?”

“I'm just asking what the fans want to know. Is Akira Otoishi in love?”

He could practically see her composing the headline in her eyes.

Akira pushed back his hair and stared out at the skyline. “Listen, I'll tell you what happened when I went back home to Morioh. I fell in love with the music scene there. I fell in love with this local shop called Dark Pink Records, where all of the employees are as passionate about music as the artists they're selling. I fell in love with an artist named Rohan Kishibe who does these amazing gig posters for all of the upstart bands in the area.”

His heart suddenly caught in his throat. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. He hadn't meant to say –-

"But not in love with a person?” The journalist sighed. “I'll level with you, Otoishi... I need some kind of hook for this story.”

He let out a tiny breath. Good. She hadn't caught his slip of the tongue; he hadn't accidentally confessed in front of the entire music industry.

“Do you just want a sound bite? Shit, I dunno, write that I fall in love all the time. That I'm a tortured soul who lets myself get lost in someone's eyes when I'm up on stage. I'll see a woman on the train and wonder, is this the person I'm meant to be with?”

“Oh, that's good!” The writer's eyes lit up and she began scribbling vehemently.

Akira rolled his eyes a little and checked his watch. “Did you have any other questions?”

“No, I think that will be enough. It's just a little column blurb after all. Not a cover story or anything.”

“So... has this been a waste of both of our time?”

The woman leaned over to turn off her recorder and place it carefully inside her bag. “Don't be such a pessimist. You know how these things work. My publisher wants to see if you generate any interest in our reader base. Really we just need to use a photo where you look super attractive. Then before you know it, you'll be all over the magazines overseas! Think big, Otoishi... Think North American tour.”

“Sounds like it would be an awfully long plane ride,” he quipped.

“You didn't seem to mind that when you were touring in the UK...” She paused, then met his gaze. “But... maybe back then you didn't have someone special waiting for you to return...?”

Akira chuckled and shook his head. “You are relentless.”

“Come on! Off the record?”

“Nope.” Akira stood from his seat. “You're not getting another word out of me. Not unless it's a cover story.”

“We'll see.” She stood as well, and offered her hand. “Until next time.”

-⚡-⚡-⚡-

“Wow. I can't tell if she hates you or wants to sleep with you.”

Akira tucked his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulled on a pair of fingerless gloves. “It's probably both. But why -- What did she write?”

Several weeks had passed since the interview. The magazine was hitting shelves in America and some-fucking-how Rohan had secured a shipment for his store. And he had called Akira from his office landline mere seconds after they arrived.

“It's not that bad... It's just... Okay, hang on. She calls you 'a man of few words. With striking, violet eyes.' ...They're more magenta, but I'll let it slide... And you're 'tall, confident, and mysterious.' ”

“These things are all true.”

A pause as Rohan continued to read to himself. “...Wait, do people actually think your scar is fake?”

“I dunno man, some nerds on internet forums do. But c'mon, what else does it say?”

“That you're 'moody.' And 'alluring'...” Another pause. “Oh my god, Akira. Did you really say all this?”

“I don't know, because you won't read it to me!”

“Okay, okay, hang on.” Rohan cleared his throat and put on a breathy falsetto. “ 'I press him for specifics regarding the inspiration behind his new album, but he only gets a faraway look in his eyes and starts reminiscing about his favorite record store in his home town of Morioh.' You did not. You idiot.”

Internally, Akira let out a sigh of relief that the writer hadn't seen fit to include the rest.

“...aw, man, she screwed me over. I dropped the store's name and everything, I can't believe she didn't include it! Next time I'm writing it into the contract: they can only publish an interview if they mention you guys by name.

“Christ, Akira, you can't... I mean, if you start putting Dark Pink out there...”

“Then your business will start improving and you might actually make the money you deserve for all your hard work...? Yeah, I know.”

There was a long silence and for a moment Akira thought the call had dropped. Just as he was about to hang up, Rohan's voice came through again: “Well, thank you, I suppose.”

Just then, a knock came at the door of Akira's green-room, but he ignored it. “Any time, man. You know I'm gonna support you however I can.”

“You're such a...” Rohan seemed to scramble for an insult to deflect his feelings of gratitude. Akira smiled at the hesitation. “...Anyway, listen, that reminds me... I wanted to extend an invitation to the CD release party at the store. It's been absolute chaos over here putting everything together, but... we actually did it, somehow.”

“Oh! Shit! You mean the CD from kids you've been mentoring? I'd love to come... if I can. When is it?”

“The thirteenth of this month.”

“The thirteenth...” Akira echoed, squeezing his eyes shut and attempting to visualize his calendar. “That's... oh! I'll be back in time for that!”

“Yeah, I know.” Rohan's voice was noticeably quieter.

“Well, count me in.”

“You're not obligated--”

“Obviously. I want to go.” Akira looked over his shoulder as his drummer poked their head into the doorway and gestured for him to hurry up. Akira waved them off. “Um, hey, Rohan... I hate to do this but...”

“Oh, right! You probably have to go. Okay, um. Text me afterwards about how it went. If you want to, I mean.”

“Sure thing.”

The drummer stormed into the room and grabbed Akira by the arm, mouthing 'We have to go'. And with the door wide open, Akira could hear the crowd chanting his name.

...his name.

He suddenly felt like he was floating. And as he allowed himself to be dragged out of the room, he quickly remembered the phone call and barked out, “Shit... can you hear them, Ro?”

But that's when phone was forcibly taken from his hand.

“Fuck-- Goodnight!” he shouted over his shoulder as he was pushed towards the stage.

“...the fuck was he talking to?” murmured the bassist. The drummer just shook their head and shoved the phone into the hands of their stage manager before jogging out after Akira to meet the roaring crowd.

Moments later, a text message was delivered:

I heard them, Otoishi. I'm cheering for you over here, too.

-⚡-⚡-⚡-

The final days of Akira's tour came and went, as they always did, like a whirlwind. Afterparties, after-afterparties, too much booze and too many messy hook-ups with names and faces he couldn't remember. The main difference this time around was that, more often than not, Akira found himself retiring early and trying to catch Rohan via text before the artist went to bed.

The two of them were texting daily, even if it was just to wish the other a good day or a pleasant sleep, or to send a blurry selfie of whatever they were getting up to at any given moment. Akira dutifully saved each photo that he received of Rohan rolling his eyes at the shenanigans happening behind him in the store. He'd even gotten some pics with Rohan's pink-haired ex posing cutely for the camera – and though these pictures always struck him with hot pangs of jealousy, Akira begrudgingly appreciated that the two of them had been able to salvage their friendship.

Ultimately, he found that the conversations between himself and Rohan made him feel homesick in way that he really hadn't before. Every so often, staring up into the darkness of his bunk while the road traveled beneath him, he would think back to the leading question he'd been asked in his interview. "Maybe back then you didn't have someone special waiting for you to return...?”

In these moments, he would usually place his hands over his face and try to will away the question, its implications, and the instinct to grab his phone again and see if his friend was still awake.

By the time Akira finally returned home, he was more than ready for some time away from screaming crowds and tour bus naps. He happily welcomed the opportunity to squeeze back into the frame of Rohan's camera, to be a part of the Morioh snapshots for a couple of short months before it was time to do the touring thing all over again.

So on the night of the release party at Dark Pink Records, Akira found himself checking and re-checking himself in the mirror, trying to re-acquaint himself with the person he saw there: no makeup, no wild-eyed expression, just a twenty-four year old guy in a black button-up and jeans. He just wanted to go out to the party as a normal person... as himself. But who (or what) that was seemed to be eluding him lately.

The outfit did not work perfectly as a disguise, of course – a person as recognizable as Akira needed more than a wardrobe change to go incognito. Unsurprisingly, on the way to the record store he fielded several requests to stop and take photos with fans. He nodded and waved politely to the occasional shrieks. But somehow, eventually, he made it to the front door of the shop, where Okuyasu Nijimura was keeping watch.

“Hey, Okuyasu!” Akira said with a grin as the door swung open for him. The other kid, Hirose, was there too – Akira gave him a nod. “Are you guys feeling good about--”

All at once the two boys were pushed aside as Rohan barged through to meet him. “Come in, come in! I'm glad you could make it!” Rohan looked exhausted, but he was grinning genuinely, and Akira returned the favor.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world, man.” He threw an arm around Rohan's shoulder and let the shorter man guide him into the store, which was now beginning to look like a proper music venue. Akira felt the weight of nostalgia on his heart almost immediately. How many times over the years had he played in spaces like this? Places that were DIY nightmares, labors of love; places that could only fit 50 or 100 people, but where every inch was imbued with blood, sweat, and tears...

He turned back to Rohan – who was looking all kinds of adorable, beaming up at him with a potent mixture of pride, excitement, and admiration. God, the way he could stop Akira's heart with just a look...

“I'm really loving the transformation in here, Ro. You're gonna have to let me play a show here some time,” he said with a wink.

“Are you kidding? People would destroy my store trying to get in. There would be riots in the streets.”

“It could be a secret show. Only the coolest people in town would know about it.”

“Well, wouldn't it be a bit weird if it was just the two of us?” Rohan said without missing a beat. Akira snorted, and beside him Rohan chuckled as well, in his quiet way, like he didn't want anyone to know that he was pleased. The artist patted Akira on the back and let his hand rest there; privately, Akira swooned. “...Alright, so, we're going to hang out back here,” Rohan said, steering them behind a strategically placed shelf. “This is, for our purposes, the VIP area.”

“Am I a VIP?”

“No, I am. You're just my plus-one.”

Akira opened his mouth to argue with the green-haired minx, when a cheerful voice suddenly sounded from behind them: “Rohan! Hey! I've got your rockstars over here!”

Followed by a groan and: “Seriously, Reimi-san, you sound like my mom...”

The two men turned to see the bubbly young woman approaching them, flanked by three teenagers – evidently, Rohan's proteges.

Rohan puffed up a bit. “Ah, hello, boys. Nice of you to finally join us. Are you ready to--”

“Holy shit, you weren't kidding! Otoishi-sensei, hi!” One of the guys ran forward and bowed. “I'm Ken Oyanagi, sir! I'm a huge fan!”

“M-me too!” The second one approached a bit more timidly. “Shigekiyo Yangu. I'm, um... This is our show, sir. Thank you so much for coming!”

Rohan scowled at their rudeness but Akira just laughed and nodded to them. “Hey! Nice to finally meet you. This is pretty cool, what you're doing here tonight.” He looked up at Rohan and winked. “Don't forget to thank Kishibe for all his hard work too, eh?”

“Tch!” Ken cast a sidelong glance at Rohan. “Yeah, I guess so...”

“We did all the hard stuff, but yeah, thanks, Kishibe-sensei,” Shigechi muttered, more out of obligation than anything else.

Akira looked over at the third teen, a bit younger perhaps, who was watching them intently but hadn't introduced himself yet. “You must be...?”

“Hayato Kawajiri, sir... and I'm a big fan too.” He smiled softly. “I'm just here as their tech, though...”

“Just their tech? You know how many times having a good tech has saved my life? Us performers would be useless without guys like you.”

Hayato beamed.

“Alright, alright,” interjected Rohan, “We get it, you're all smart enough to appreciate Otoishi's work. But if you want to get anywhere close to his level someday, you better start taking this seriously.” Rohan put his hands on his hips and Akira had to bite back a laugh, letting his friend play Bad Cop. “Are you guys even close to ready, yet...? The doors are opening to the public in...” he glanced at his watch, “Seven minutes!”

“Yeah, yeah...” Ken sighed and leaned in towards Akira. “Are you really friends with senpai?”

“I'm afraid so.”

“So is he, like... cooler than he lets on? Or what? I just don't...” Ken looked back and forth between the two men. “I don't get it! Like, what the hell are you doin' here?!”

“Dude!” Shigekiyo hissed.

Reimi came up behind the two of them and placed a gentle hand on each one's shoulders. “Alright, boys, let's leave the rockstar alone and get to sound-checking before you give Kishibe an aneurysm, okay?”

“Yes, Reimi-san,” the two chanted, and she guided them away, with Hayato following close behind.

Akira looked back over to Rohan, who was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh my god, this whole thing was such a bad idea.” He sighed and looked up at Akira. “Can you... Are you okay here by yourself for a second? I gotta go find Nijimura and make sure his band is ready. They're going on first.” A beat, then he added under his breath: “...seriously, the worst idea I've ever had in my entire life.”

“Breathe, Kishibe.”

“I'm trying,” the other answered dramatically, before turning on his heel and stomping off to find his opening band.

Without him, Akira was promptly struck with the weight of being awkward and out of his element. He didn't really know anyone else here... not the same way that he knew Rohan. And mingling with the crowd wasn't exactly an option, lest he steal the attention away from the musicians who were actually performing. So he tucked his hands into his pockets and glanced around the “VIP area,” his eyes landing on the one person there who he hadn't yet spoken to.

The dark figure was leaned up against a wall and eyeing him with an unreadable expression. Akira had seen him before, skulking around the shop and in the background of Rohan's selfies. Akira nodded in his direction. “Hey. Fungami, right?”

“You got it,” the other growled, pushing off the wall and sauntering over. “I'm pretty much Kishibe's best friend.”

Akira raised a brow – that wasn't quite the picture Rohan had painted, but he played along nonetheless. “Yes, so I've heard... It's uh, nice to properly meet you.”

“Yeah, totally.” Fungami inspected his nails, a fairly obvious attempt at seeming nonchalant. “Cool of you to come out to this. You let the brats record their CD at your place, right?”

“That's right.”

“Cool, cool. Yeah, y'know, I don't play yet, but I'm saving up to get a guitar and learn.”

“Right on.”

“Mhmm. Yeah, so like, if you ever want to jam or throw ideas around with someone who's not a huge dweeb like Kishibe...” He shrugged. “I dunno. Could be cool.”

Akira broke into a wide grin. “Yeah, I might take you up on that some time, Fungami. Although... I get the feeling you know just how much I like huge dweebs like Kishibe.”

Yuya scoffed and looked away. “Heh heh... yeah. Y'know, if I hadn't seen the texts myself, I wouldn't believe it...” He snickered to himself, seemed to loosen up a bit. “Damn. Akira Otoishi flirting with fuckin' Rohan Kishibe...” Yuya shook his head.

Akira smiled softly at this, but before he could reply, Yuya glanced at something behind the musician's back and cleared his throat.

“Speak of the devil...” he murmured, raising his eyebrows pointedly and then turning away. "Good luck..."

Akira looked over his shoulder to see a thoroughly outraged-looking Rohan coming back towards him. And since Yuya had graciously taken his leave like a good wingman, Akira turned around to face his friend properly. “Hey! Umm, you okay?”

“There aren't words to describe the hell I've just witnessed.” “...huh. Well, you wanna try?”

“Let's just say I saw more of Nijimura than I ever wanted to.”

Akira choked through laughter. “Ffffuck, okay. So... I assume he was with his boyfriend, then?” Rohan simply let out a distressed groan in response. “Hey, hey, I get it, man! There's a lot of pent up energy before a show. They have to get rid of it somehow. I've been in that position before.”

“I hate all of this,” Rohan wailed, and Akira pulled him into a hug, cackling.

“I know, Kishibe... I know.”

-⚡-⚡-⚡-

As the evening grew long the record store pulsed with energy, a steady stream of raucous youths pouring in to see Idiot Doom Spiral, Bow & Arrow, and – as prevailing rumors alleged – Akira Otoishi.

The night swelled into something loud and hot, with screams and sweat filling the air and making the atmosphere thick with youthful energy. Akira was overwhelmed by reminders of a time in his life that frankly, wasn't all that long ago.

He remembered going to shows like this. Playing shows like this. Sneaking out of his parents’ house. Splitting up crumpled handfuls of money with whoever he’d convinced to play drums for him that night.

And, predictably, his mind drifted to heated makeout sessions after shows with attractive strangers, when he'd eagerly succumbed to the adrenaline rush of performing. The excitement of getting a sly smirk from the cutie in the second row. That one time he'd played at a bar that wouldn’t pay him, but the hot bartender had given him a handy in the restroom after, so he’d counted it as a win...

He looked now at Rohan, the orchestrator of tonight’s event, who was surveying his work, arms folded across his chest. Everyone here seemed to know him as the hardass. The Boss. But Akira knew of his facets: insecure and secretly lonely, curious and funny and passionate.

Right then, as if on cue, Rohan’s expression softened and he smiled to himself, a private moment of happiness that he surely hadn’t intended to be witnessed.

And Akira couldn’t help himself. Emerging from his shadowy corner, he stepped over to Rohan and brushed the fringe from his forehead, earning a tiny jump in surprise. “Thanks for letting me be a part of this,” he murmured into Rohan’s ear, just before leaning in to nuzzle into soft, green hair.

Rohan didn't reply, merely sucked in a breath. He was always so sensitive and shy about physical touch... It just made Akira want to get his hands all over him.

“This is so badass. Putting this all together… You’re a pretty impressive guy, Rohan Kishibe.”

“Well, I...” Rohan took a second to compose himself. “You're not wrong, but I certainly had some help along the way.” He turned then to meet Akira’s eyes and added, “Thanks again for letting us use your studio while you were away. You were vital to making this happen.”

“I dunno about that, but it was my pleasure. Seriously, any time... Anything you need.” Akira cast him a long, flirtatious look. And before he could stop himself, he punctuated the offer by sliding an arm round Rohan’s waist.

“Um…!” The artist tensed a bit. Akira could tell he had something to say.

“Hmmm?”

“I…”

Their eyes met, and the moment stretched on into infinity.

Rohan swallowed and took in a breath. “Akira! I… I think we should date!” he snapped, as if he were scolding one of his friends/employees. “...And if you don’t feel the same, then you’re completely dense! Frankly, it’s embarrassing that you would deny something so obvious!”

For a moment, Akira could do nothing but stare at him. Then he erupted into laughter.

“Shit, Rohan!” He slapped the other hard on the back. “You smug bastard! I was wondering if you were ever going to indulge me. Was starting to think you didn’t even realize that I was hitting on you.”

“I’m not stupid,” Rohan mumbled.

“No. You're definitely not.” Akira pulled him in a bit closer. “You're a lot of things, but not that.” He sighed, letting the reality of Rohan's words sink in. “So. Yeah. I'd be very into dating you.”

And, perhaps intending to seal the deal before Rohan could panic and back out, Akira promptly tipped the other’s chin up and brought their lips together.

He felt Rohan relax considerably into the embrace, fingers curling into the fabric of Akira’s shirt. It was truly amazing, so cozy and sweet that the noise all around them seemed to fade away. Akira thought he could stay like this for hours.

However, when he pulled back to catch his breath, reality came back into focus and he noticed that Yuya was staring at them intently, tugging at Reimi’s arm to get her in on the gawking as well.

“Ah…” Akira loosened his grip a bit. “You know what… Why don’t we move this conversation somewhere a bit more private...?”

Dazed by the kiss, Rohan simply nodded, and together they hurried for the back office, nervous and giddy like a couple of teenagers sneaking out past curfew. Akira ushered Rohan inside of the room and closed the door behind them, heart pounding against his ribcage.

He paused there for a moment, steadying his breathing. He'd wanted this for months, but with the opportunity finally in front of him, his brain had no idea what to do. “So…” he said at last, turning slowly to face Rohan. “You want to… date.”

Rohan crossed his arms and glowered down at his saddle shoes. “I do. Exclusively. Like... you know... partners.” He let out a sharp huff. “I think we get along quite well, and-”

Akira moved towards him. “Yeah, no, no, you don't need to convince me. I think it’s a great idea. I'm just…” He exhaled, shaking his head slightly, and took another step into Rohan’s space. He zeroed in on those pouty lips and reached up to cup Rohan’s chin, thumb brushing gently along his jaw. “Can we do that again…?”

Rohan swallowed and gave a curt nod; Akira didn’t wait for him to second guess. His strong arms curled around Rohan’s slight frame and pulled him forward, their lips crashing into another kiss, deeper this time, unconstrained by prying eyes.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted this,” he mumbled into the corner of Rohan's mouth.

Rohan made a tiny sound in agreement, his hands gripping hard at Akira’s hips, and the musician's brain all but short-circuited. Without hesitation, Akira pushed the artist backwards until he bumped up against his desk.

“Akira- Wait-” breathed Rohan, as his partner hoisted his ass up and onto the lip of the desk.

“Nnnn…?” Akira mumbled, favoring the other’s neck with sloppy kisses.

Rohan placed a hand on Akira's chest and pushed him back gently. “Hey - temper your expectations, Otoishi,” he warned, a serious look in his eyes. “You know I'm not exactly... Eh... That this is all still new to me...”

Akira bit his lip and placed his palms on the desk on either side of Rohan. Right. Rohan had once mentioned – after plenty of needling, of course – that he had some hangups about sex and physical intimacy. When they'd first discussed it, Akira had pompously thought to himself about the many ways which he could overcome his friend's aversion, and had gotten distracted with naughty thoughts. But now the truth of the situation sank in, and he backpedaled sheepishly.

“S-sure! Of course. We can take it slow, no problem. I just, uh...” He leaned in to press a chaste kiss just below Rohan's ear; the artist let out a breathless laugh. “I'm just fuckin' excited, okay? Can you blame me? You're mine.”

“The hell I am.” Rohan put his arms 'round Akira's neck and peered up at him. “You're mine.” “I'm yours,” Akira agreed. It seemed to him the most obvious truth in the universe.

-⚡-⚡-⚡-

People don't know what to think of you. They don't understand your point of view. But I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do.

People say that you act so above. People think you don't know how to love. But I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do.

And when you start to feel like they might be right, I roll my eyes and I just squeeze you tighter.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Mackie

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Masterlist

Anthony Mackie was onto you.

It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.

“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.

“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”

The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.

“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”

“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”

“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”

You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.

“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”

The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.

“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”

“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”

“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”

“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”

“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.

Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.

“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”

A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.

“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”

“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”

“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.

“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”

“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”

“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”

Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.

“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.

“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”

“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”

“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”

“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.

“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.

“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.

“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.

“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”

Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.

“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.

“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”

“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.

“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”

“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”

You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.

“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.

“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.

“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”

“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”

“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”

“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”

“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”

“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”

“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.

“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”

“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.

“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”

“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”

“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”

“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”

“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.

“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.

“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.

“Qualms?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”

“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”

“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.

“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”

“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.

“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”

“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”

You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.

“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”

“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.

“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”

“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.

“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”

“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”

“What happened?” The journalist wondered.

“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.

“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.

The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.

“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn’t tell him? Like, as a joke?”

“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”

“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.

“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”

“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.

“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”

2 years later

On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.

“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”

“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”

“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”

“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”

“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”

“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”

The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.

“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”

“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.

“Duh.” You added.

“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.

“Nope.”

“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.

“Yep.

“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.

“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”

“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”

“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”

The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.

“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”

You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.

“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”

“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”

You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.

Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.

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[itsallyscorner]

I was wondering if you can write something about reader x marvel cast where they go on the tour bus with James Corden. Maybe reader is dating a costar (you can choose who)

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We Are Avengers

Pairing: Marvel cast x reader, Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Summary: Basically what happens during James Corden’s Star Star Tour😌

Warnings: None :)

Hello darling, thank you for the request! I apologize that it took so long for me to write, but I’ve been busy with school and I’ve been lacking motivation in general. But thank you so much for this request, it gave me the chance to rewatch one of my favorite Marvel cast videos so thank you for that as well, it never fails to make me smile. I hope you don’t mind that I chose Seb as the co-star you’re dating! Also, yes, I know I’ve been writing a lot of headcanons but writing this as a headcanon seems like the best way to write it for me😭 I’m gonna add in some pictures that the cast took with their disposable cameras, so enjoy😉

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When it was mentioned that you and some other members of the Infinity War cast were going to be on James Corden, you were very excited.

You enjoyed making appearances on late night talk shows; Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel—they were always fun to be on. Though you’ve always loved making appearances on James Corden’s show.

When you first heard about being on The Late Late Show, you were expecting to do a typical interview in the studio that would lead to playing a game later on in the show.

What you didn’t expect was to be led out to the parking lot with the rest of the cast, only to be greeted by a double decker bus with James’ face plastered alongside it.

At first you were all a bit confused but one of the producers came up to you all and explained the segment you were all filming.

Everyone was buzzing with exhilaration waiting to get on the bus. One by one you were called up, you being paired with Sebastian.

Wait, he would make you go up the stairs first so he can stay behind you, making sure you don’t fall. Omg and he would place his hand on your lower back too😭🥺

“Wow—Marvel’s own power couple, it’s such an honor to have you both on here. Thank you for coming!” James greeted the both of you. Partially acting because the cameras were rolling.

You and Sebastian beamed at him, proud of the title the fans and your cast mates have given you both over the years. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, James.”

James gives you both your name tags, pausing mid way while he was handing Seb his. James’ gaze shifts between you and Seb, “I’m sorry, you’re just both so beautiful.”

Seb bashfully thanks him, pulling you towards the seats, as you giggle behind him.

You and Seb sit towards the back, behind Don and Tom.

You all sit tight, talking amongst yourselves as you wait for the bus to start. In the seats were disposable cameras and some Late Late Show merch.

The bus hasn’t started driving yet, but you were all having too much fun with the disposable cameras.

Everyone was just taking pictures of each other. You and Seb took a couple selfies and some stolen shots of the others, mostly Anthony.

You even got a cute shot of Don and Tom:

Yes I know they used disposable cameras but I decided to tie in my ‘Polaroid’ series into this even though they’re not using Polaroids—just go with it😭

Being the more social one in the relationship, you were going up and down the aisle talking to everyone.

Seb stayed towards the back with Anthony and Winston. While you were at the front talking to Lizzie and Chris.

Being sad when you were all told to go sit down because you had to leave Lizzie.

Though it probably wasn’t shown in the video, I just KNOW that the filming for this segment was chaotic as fuck.

Chaotic in a good way.

But the whole bus was loud I just know it.

You could hear Mackie across from you talking loudly and laughing that contagious laugh of his.

You, Lizzie, Pom, and Zoe attempting to talk to each other from different spots on the bus over everyone else’s voice.

Chris and Paul can also be heard laughing all the way from the back.

James feeling like a parent because it felt like he was babysitting a bunch of toddlers.

The whole thing was freaking chaotic from the start, I mean ya’ll started the ‘tour’ with Benedict and Chris rubbing sunscreen on James’ legs.

Everyone passing around the sunscreen after, because it was sunny as hell and no one thought of wearing sunscreen.

Seb being a cheeky asshole and ‘accidentally’ smearing sunscreen across your face.

“Sebastian!” You gasped before a flash of light went off on you. When your eyes recovered from the flash you see Seb holding up a camera at you, snickering to himself.

James began to act as your guide, pointing out things like a coffee shop and explaining what it is.

All of you being childish and pretending to not know what a coffee shop or what a line is.

Laughing at Don when he got out of his seat and took a picture of the coffee shop. Like how he got into an over exaggerated position just to take a picture was funny.

Everyone being childish and acting as actual tourist in Los Angeles. Like pointing things out and asking about them or taking pictures of literally everything you drove by.

When Reggie Watts began that sing along thing everyone joined in, bopping and dancing along to the beat.

Like you guys are just having a really great time, happy to be in each other’s presence.

You could hear Sebby singing along to Reggie beside you, and you couldn’t help but just adore him singing and having fun.

He’d notice your stare, he may have had sunglasses on, but you could see the crinkle of his eyes from behind his sunglasses as he smiled at you.

“Na, na, na, na, na, na!” Seb repeated, leaning towards you to press a kiss on your temple.

Throughout the whole ride, he’d have his arm along the back of your seat or have it across your lap.

After the sing along, James went back to acting as a tour guide. He pointed to a red building—whatever it was—and deemed it as “Barbra Streisand’s holiday home”.

Josh Brolin, who was sat along at the back of the deck, raised his hand. “Excuse me! I—uh don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to use the bathroom. Can I use the bathroom?”

James pretending to cringe and telling him that in order to use the bathroom you have to be in three or more Marvel movies to use the bathroom—end credits don’t count.

Everyone being childish once again and yelling “OHHHHHHH!” Like a bunch of school kids.

James points to Tom, “Tom Hiddleston do you need the bathroom?”

Tom, with his soft voice and a small shrug says, “I’m actually okay!”

James then points to you and Seb, “My lovebirds at the back, Sebastian, (Y/n), do either of you need the bathroom?”

You and Seb glance at each other, “Nah we’re good.” Your boyfriend answers.

“Yeah, I used the bathroom before we came here.” You look behind your shoulder at Josh, a smug expression on your face, “Unlike some people.”

Josh flipping you off while everyone laughs at him.

Since Anthony and Seb aren’t sitting together, I just know that Anthony would be yelling at Seb from across the bus to get his attention.

No seriously, I saw them in the background of the video and even heard Mackie yelling lmao😭😂

“(Y/n) call Sebastian!” Anthony yelled at you from across the bus, pointing to the man beside you with a grin on his face.

You chuckle and nudge Seb, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”

Seb would shake his head at you and turn his attention to Anthony; who just wanted to take a picture of Seb from his side of the bus.

James trying to get spoilers out of all of you but thankfully you all aren’t Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo.

“Does anyone on this bus die in the next Avengers?” James asked. Suddenly you were all quiet, not a word coming out of any of you.

Until Paul began to scream his infamous line, “snITCHES END UP IN DITCHES!”

Getting confused when James suddenly asked the bus to stop and ran off the bus.

Next thing you know, you’re all hopping off the bus and walking into a comic store with a Spider-Man statue at the front.

Seb motioned to the statue and looked back and Anthony, “We gotta get a picture with that.”

Anthony instantly agreeing—he was willing to do anything to tease Tom Holland.

Seb’s not that huge with PDA, but he always needs to be touching you. So he’ll be interlocking your hands with his the moment you walk off the bus and all the way into the comic store.

Feeling thrilled to surprise the people who were shopping at the store.

You all walked around, mingled with some fans, taking selfies with them, and signed a few things.

You were looking at some Funko Pops with Lizzie when you felt a small tap on your leg.

You looked down to see a small girl looking up at you with wide eyes full of admiration. In her tiny hands was a Funko Pop of your character.

You and Lizzie instantly coo at the toddler, crouching down to her level so you can talk.

“Hey, sweetheart!” You greet her, taken back when she suddenly wraps her arms around you into a hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around her small figure and hugging her back.

“I love you so much!” She squeals into your ear, arms tightening around you. Your heart swelled as she excitedly babbled about how much she loved your character and how you were her favorite.

“I love you too! Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!” You decide to carry the toddler, who you later learned was named Lila. Her parents scolded her for distracting you from the other fans in the store, but you brushed them off, your attention focused on your tiny fan.

You carried her around while you met other fans and signed more comic books and merch.

You even introduced her to your other cast mates.

Sebastian’s heart absolutely melting at the sight of you with a baby.

Homie wants to wife you up one day and seeing you with a baby made his baby fever sky rocket.

“Lila, this is Sebastian! You know who he plays right?” You ask the toddler in your arms. Sebastian ducking a bit so he could hear her over the commotion in the store.

“Yeah, he’s the wiener soldier!” She replied. Both you and Seb had to hold back your laughs at her answer.

Lila bragging about how she loves you more than Sebastian.

Seb having to agree because he doesn’t wanna make a toddler cry.

Before you all left, you took pictures with Lila and her parents and signed a bunch of her merch.

^ the boys got their picture.

You guys get back on the bus only to come back to rolls of paper under your seats.

You all sang the “Avengers” song, singing screaming the lyrics dramatically.

Don and Anthony bringing on the vocals.

Before you guys get off the bus you all take a selfie together.

Leaving Chris Hemsworth on the bus and walking off the bus with your heart all warm and fuzzy because you had an amazing time with your boyfriend and your friends :)

This is so long holy shit

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[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 7

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (woops the longest part yet)

Summary: You finally decide to lower your pride and talk things out with Bucky.

Warnings: SMUT IS BACK BABIES! Oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, also lots of alcohol consumption, Bucky stalking you, annoying people I guess? Uhhh y’all might want to strangle me at the end lmfaooooo

A/N: I’m gonna be honest, every single time I update this I get nervous as fuck because what if this story starts to suck lmao but okay I just hope everyone’s still enjoying this story. Thank you for the continuous support like fuck??? People actually like reading my shit so I’m really flattered. Sending y’all sloppy kisses ‘cause I’m a hoe like that

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

"Uhh you might want to slow down on the drinks."

Mark was right about the bar serving the best drinks. It was actually a Mexican-themed bar which also served Tex-Mex food. The drinks were so good that the main course hasn't even arrived yet and you were already on your third frozen margarita.

"Let me have this, Mark. It's been a pretty shitty week." you told him, finishing up your drink before asking the waiter for another round.

Mark watched you with a funny look on his face, the kind that was baffled at the way you were acting now. He probably thought you were all prim and proper, given your demeanor at the office. But with the way you were stuffing your mouth with chicken quesadillas, you were far from being the department head that everybody seemed to respect.

Stress eating. That was what you were doing, because holy shit did you get on Bucky's last nerve. With the message, no, more like warning, that he sent you earlier, you might as well have your last meal before your execution.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark carefully asked but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he watched you eat.

You hummed, mouth full of food. "Totally okay. These quesadillas are the bomb, actually."

Mark laughed, "It's good that you're enjoying the food. I'll be honest, I really appreciate that you agreed to go on this date. I mean, if you even would like to call it that." he explained, much to your relief actually.

You swallowed your food and took a sip from your glass of water, "Thank you." you told him. "Well, this can be a date. A friendly one, of course." you awkwardly chuckled.

Mark nodded, "I don't want to pressure you into anything. I guess I got a little to enthusiastic earlier and I'm really sorry for that. It's just that...you're a really interesting person and you're cool." he admitted with a charming smile.

If Bucky was out of the picture, you would have actually swooned at Mark's charm. He wasn't so bad, he was tall and handsome. He oozed a certain charm, the nice guy kind of charm and any girl would really appreciate the honesty he was showing you now.

You smiled at him, "You're pretty cool too, Mark."

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The friendly date was very fun, you definitely didn't expect to enjoy it to the point of forgetting about Bucky's warning. Mark was a nice guy, you realized. Bucky doesn't have to worry about him because it was never even your intention to make him jealous in the first place.

By the time the dessert was being served, you were bellowing from laughter. You literally had tears in your eyes from how hard Mark was making you laugh with his hilarious stories.

Little did you know that from someone else's point of view, you looked like you were having the time of your life with Mark. Your laughter, the ease you were exuding as the both of you talked-- it was very easy to misunderstand.

Especially if that point of view belonged to none other than Bucky, who was sitting silently inside his car that was parked right across the bar.

"Oh god, I can't breathe!" you exclaimed amid your laughter, leaning back against your seat.

Mark heaved out a shy, "That was really, really embarassing." he said timidly.

Mark's phone buzzed in the middle of the conversation, his face turning into a frown as he read the message.

"Hey, everything okay?" you worriedly asked.

"It's my younger sister. I'm needed back home." he explained with a sigh.

"Is everything okay?" you asked worriedly, holding Mark's arm to comfort him.

Mark nodded, "It's fine. It's just a little family emergency." he said before offering you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I can drop you off on the way home--"

"Hey, it's fine. You can go. I'll be fine. Your family needs you." you reassured with a smile.

Mark sighed, "I'll make it up to you next time." he said, fishing out a couple of bills from his wallet.

You walked out of the bar with Mark and bid goodbye, giving him a friendly hug before he slipped inside his car. As soon as Mark drove off, you headed back inside the bar and ordered a couple of shots because you badly needed to get Bucky off your mind.

-

Your head was pounding when you stirred awake, your throat burning and vision spinning as you opened your eyes. The light that greeted you made you hiss, pulling the covers over your head you tried to get back to your slumber.

Until you realized that the bed was soft, too soft to be your own. And when did you even own a duvet?

Slowly but surely, you sat up and looked around you, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This was definitely not your room. Shit, did you sleep with Mark? Fuck no, you remembered him going home early due to a family emergency.

You squeezed your temples and shut your eyes, trying your best to recall everything that happened after you went back to the bar. Flashes of tequila shots and glasses of mojitos made you dizzy. Jesus christ, how many did you drink?!

And then you threw up in the streets as you attempted to walk home. Shit. Someone pulled your hair back while you puked and then there was nothing but darkness.

Pulling the duvet down, you noticed that you weren't wearing anything but a white shirt and your panties. You lifted the shirt up to your nose and sniffed it.

The scent was too memorable to forget.

"I thought you wouldn't be up until the afternoon."

You stilled at the sound of Bucky's voice and you almost didn't want to look up from your lap when he walked into his bedroom. How the hell did you end up at his place?!

"Four frozen margaritas, two shots of tequila and two tall glasses of mojito. I'm surprised you're still alive." he said as he stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. This was the most casual you'd ever seen Bucky, but also the most feral. You thought that the scowl he gave you at the elevator was the worst, apparently, this Bucky in front of you, seemed the most dangerous.

"Why am I here?" you asked softly.

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed side table, fetching the glass of water and a bottle of painkillers that you failed to notice when you woke up.

"Drink." he commanded and waited for you to take the glass before moving back to stand at the foot of the bed.

Your eyes never left Bucky's when you popped a pill into your mouth. After drinking water, you carefully placed it back on the bedside table and exhaled heavily.

"What happened last night?" you asked again.

"Your date left you." Bucky said, matter of factly.

You snickered, "It wasn't a date and Mark didn't le--"

Your very own squeal cut your statement off when Bucky threw the duvet aside, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the edge of the bed until your legs were hanging off. He didn't waste any time to kneel in between your thighs, holding your neck in place as his nose brushed against yours.

Your lids fluttered at the closeness, his scent yet again invading your senses, making you lose all your inhibitions because fuck, it's been too fucking long.

"Let me have this, please..." Bucky whispered against your lips.

When you failed to respond, Bucky took it as his go signal to crash his lips against yours. You knew this was a bad idea because one taste of Bucky and you're gone and yet you let him take what he needed from you.

Because you needed him just as much. So you kissed him back fervently, your fingers carding through his hair as you tugged him closer, wanting to feel and taste all of him.

Bucky breathily chuckled when you whined as he pulled away, only to shower your neck with open-mouthed kisses which made your body buzz with need. Your head was still hurting and you felt like you were going to pass out from dizziness but fuck it, you couldn't care less. Especially not now when Bucky was now nipping at your inner thigh while his hands were spreading you wide open.

All your thoughts flew right out of the window the moment Bucky pushed your underwear aside, his mouth quickly latching over your clit. A needy, raspy moan escaped your lips when Bucky sucked your bud followed by his tongue flattening against your folds.

"Fuck, Bucky..." you breathed out, falling down on your back as he continued lapping up your pussy.

You'd almost forgotten how fucking good Bucky was with his mouth and tongue. You elicited another whimper when he pulled back, but only to stand up and pull down his sweatpants, revealing his cock-- already hard and weeping with pre-cum.

In one swift motion, Bucky slid into your cunt. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to his size. With how your pussy was clenching down on his cock, you realized that indeed, it's been too fucking long.

Bucky moved slow at first, letting you adjust to him before he began to speed up his thrusts. His breathing was erratic, soft grunts and growls reverberating from his chest as he fucked you. You gripped his forearms when he started pistoling his hips into yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Want you to watch me fuck you." he growled, pulling you up to lean against your elbows.

Bucky held your neck with both his hands, forcing you to look down at your pussy while his cock slides in and out of it. Your face scrunched into pleasure, your mouth open as moans and whimpers continued to escape past your lips.

"Keep your eyes on my cock, see how your pussy takes all of it." Bucky demanded as he fucked you relentlessly.

Your thighs began to tremble, your entire body thrumming from pleasure. You tried to keep your eyes open as you watched Bucky fuck you fast and hard. Clawing at his biceps, you held on for dear life when you felt yourself teeter at the edge of your climax.

"Gonna cum, Bucky..." you moaned as your eyelids fluttered.

Bucky kissed your hard, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth before tugging at it. He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, licking at your skin before sucking your earlobe.

"Remember this when that Marcus fails to fuck you real good." he whispered and then pulled out just before you could even cum.

You blinked, unable to process what just happened. Bucky stood up and pulled his sweatpants back up. He rubbed his chin angrily before turning to you.

"You really blew me off to be with a guy who left you at the bar." he said.

Bucky really seduced you, fucked you raw only to edge you and deny you of your fucking orgasm. And now he was reprimanding you? While your legs were spread, panties pushed aside and your wet pussy out there for the world to see. You quickly adjusted your underwear, pulled your shirt down and sat up.

"What the fuck, Bucky?" you hissed. "First of all, his name is Mark. Second, he didn't leave me at the bar!" you exclaimed before you realized something.

"Wait, how did you know?" you asked, finally realizing that Bucky seemed to know everything that took place last night. "Bucky, did you follow me at the bar? Is this why I'm here?" you asked, standing up to come face to face with him.

Bucky shrugged, "So what if I did? If I didn't, you'd wake up in the streets, in your own vomit because again, you went for a guy who couldn't even bring her girl home. You should actually thank me." he said.

"Thank you!" you yelled. "I appreciate you bringing me back to your place. I really do." you said, calmly this time. "But can you please not bring Mark into this because he's a nice guy." you explained, squeezing the bridge of your nose.

Bucky snorted, "You call that nice? He left you!" he said again.

"He didn't! There was an emergency, for fuck's sake! He needed to go home and I said I can take care of myself." you said. "I shouldn't even be explaining myself to you yet I am because you're being really irrational right now." you scolded Bucky.

Bucky shook his head, "You really expect me to believe you? I saw how you laughed with him, how carefree you looked when you talked. How you caressed his arm and you're asking me not to bring Mickey into this conversation?"

You hid your face into your palms, "It wasn't a date, Bucky. We both made it clear. And he's a good person, I enjoyed talking to him. That's it. And again, it's Mark." you said through gritted teeth.

"Not a date my ass, you were flirting with him." Bucky accused.

You scoffed, "I wasn't flirting with him! I was casually talking to him like how a friend would! How hard is that to understand, Bucky?!" you exclaimed.

"You were never like that with me!"

"It's because we did nothing but fuck each other, Bucky!"

"That's why I wanted to make it official but you said no!"

"I already told you the reason why!"

"And yet you went out with a co-worker!"

"We're not just co-workers, Bucky. You're my fucking boss! The fucking CEO! How many times do I have to...you know what, it's useless for me to even explain it again to you." you said.

Bucky chuckled bitterly, "You're going to regret this." he said with a sinister smirk.

"Why can't you understand where I'm coming from?" you asked exasperatedly.

"Maybe because you won't let me help you." he said confidently. "And you know what I hate the most about this thing we have? It's that you want me too but you're too stubborn to give in. And you know what? I'll make sure you do." Bucky said, towering over you and staring deeply in your eyes.

"What I want, I always get."

-

The weekend passed by like a blur-- a huge, messy blur that made your head and heart hurt. You wanted to spend the weekend to ponder on things, to forget about Bucky even for just a while and now that was impossible after everything that happened.

You caved in first, that was for sure. And the thing is, you don't even regret it but then Bucky exploded and now everything seemed to have gotten worse. You understood why he was so mad at Mark, poor guy though, but he wouldn't even listen to you when you said that the date wasn't even a legitimate one!

"What the fuck did I get myself into?" you uttered under your breath as you sat in your car in the parking.

You began to analyze the situation you were in and drew out possible solutions to your dilemma. Nothing a good conversation can't solve, right? So maybe talking things out with Bucky properly would make things right. The previous conversations you had with him were always too emotional with both your egos getting in the way.

Alright fine, you'd tone down your pride for Bucky this time around and tell him that you do want to be with him. It's just that the repercussions scared the living daylights out of you.

You can't afford to lose your job nor everyone's respect. So if you were going to do this with Bucky, he has to understand that he has to be really careful. Everything must be done in secret, for the meantime at least.

"That sounds about right." you sighed, feeling hopeful that this might actually work out.

The shift in your mood gave you a little bounce as you walked into the building. You were confident that maybe Bucky was able to calm down over the weekend. Perhaps today was a good day to have a decent talk with him.

As soon as you reached your floor, you hurriedly went to your cubicle to drop your things. The earlier you get to talk to Bucky, the better. So as soon as you were done, you jogged back to the elevator excitedly, unable to notice how everyone seemed to be preoccupied gossiping about something.

Your heart was pounding as you walked along the corridor leading to Bucky's office. Fuck, you were really going to risk it all for one Bucky Barnes. You were a few steps away from the door, ready to reach for the knob when an unfamiliar voice called your attention.

"I'm sorry?" you asked, turning around.

"Sir James said not to let anyone disturb him right now." you were met with the presence of a blonde girl who looked younger than you, an intern maybe?

You nodded but then spared another glance at Bucky's office. "Yeah, I uhh need to talk to him. It's usually not a problem for me to barge into his office." you explained with a soft chuckle.

The girl made a face, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following Sir James' orders." she explained, walking around the desk near Bucky's office.

"I don't think we've met. Are you an intern?" you asked, trying to be as nice as much as possible.

The girl giggled, straight on giggled cutely and stood up again. She excitedly extended an arm for an overly eager handshake, "I'm Beverly. I'm Sir James' secretary. It's my first job!"

You blinked, "Oh...oh uh what happened to Amelie?" you asked, curious about Bucky's previous secretary.

Beverly tilted her head, "I don't know. I just got a call over the weekend from Sir James, offering me the job so I accepted it. I mean, he is pretty cute. Right?" she said in a soft voice.

Is this Bucky's plan? To hire a younger, more bubbly secretary who'd follow his every order? Someone who was the complete opposite of you? Because if this was his plan to get you to cave, it wasn't working. At all.

Sure, Beverly was pretty and young and very chirpy. But you were sure she wasn't Bucky's type. He was never into obedient little girls, hell, your defiance turned Bucky on. This was definitely not working.

You didn't know why, but instead of relief you felt even more nervous. Because if this wasn't Bucky's threat to you, what could it be? You snapped out of your pessimism, maybe Bucky came around over the weekend too?

Only one way to find out.

"Beverly..." you carefully said. "I'm just going to go inside. And don't worry, I'll make sure that Mister Barnes won't get mad at you. This is all me, alright?" you reassured.

Beverly pouted and sighed, "I don't know, because he was very clear with his instructions. And he's talking to--"

"I got you, Bev. I'm going in now." you said, cutting her off and then going straight for Bucky's office.

Taking in a deep breath, you pushed the door open and wasted no time to talk.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. I thought about--"

"Oh, who's this little lady?"

Your eyes widened upon seeing Bucky in the company of another woman. She looked like she was around your age, except that she was taller and had legs for days. Her brunette hair reached past her shoulders in lovely waves. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse paired with a pair of black trousers and matching stilettos.

She oozed the charm of a lady boss. The way she carried herself reminded you of someone but you just couldn't point out who it was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." you said, straightening up and turning to look over at Bucky who lifted a brow at you.

That fucking look of mischief.

"I told Beverly not to let anyone in." he said.

"I just wanted to--"

"Oh come on now, Bucky. Don't be so grumpy this early, you were about to call everyone for a meeting anyway." the woman said, turning to you with a smile.

Did she just call him...Bucky?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, well you're already here might as well introduce you first."

You narrowed your eyes at Bucky in confusion, "I don't understand what's going on." you said.

Bucky stood up from his chair and walked over to the other woman, standing beside her. Seeing them side by side was making you feel things. You haven't even seen them interact that much but you were already sensing that you were going to hate their dynamics.

"This is Mackenzie. I hired her to help us out on a huge project which I will be discussing with the entire team this morning." Bucky introduced a little too proudly for your liking.

Mackenzie offered her hand, "You can just call me Kenzie. I'm a marketing consultant. And you are?" she asked.

Your blood boiled, your eye twitched and your heart ached. Because now you realized who it was that Mackenzie reminded you of when it came to her charisma.

You.

And not only did she have a similar personality to yours-- confident and had authority-- but she also seemed to be here to take the one thing you worked so hard for.

You offered a smile, taking Mackenzie's hand in yours as you mentioned your name, your piercing eyes glancing over at Bucky.

"I'm the head of marketing."

-

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