#let me know where to take this i'm a dummy who wrote herself into a corner

[bellysoupset]

Part 2 of Concussed Vince fic!

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By the time Jonah pulled up inside his building, after stopping at the pharmacy to get the long list of meds the doctors had prescribed, Vince was sort of dozing off against the window. He looked dangerously pale and there was a sheen of sweat all over him, which made Jonah feel like it had been a bad call to remove him from the hospital.

"We're here..." Jon poked his thigh, basically the only place he could poke, and caused Vince to lift up his head, tiredly, "are you okay? You're not looking so good."

"Nauseous," Vince shrugged, then winced when that pulled on all his wounds, "the car made me nauseous, I just need to get back on my feet."

Sure, Jonah thought disbelievingly, "alright, let me know if it doesn't go away though."

"Okay," Vince nodded and neither of them believed it for a second.

Leo was sitting by the dinner table, laptop open in front of him, biting his nails. He had changed out of the office's clothes and was wearing sweatpants and one of Jonah's t-shirts, which hung on him a little too losely around the shoulders.

"Hey kiddo," Vince smiled as they walked in, snapping Leo out of his pensive state.

The blonde turned to look at them, then widened his eyes, "why are you here?!" he exclaimed, rushing up to help Jonah hold Vince up.

"Aw, I thought I was invited?" Vince pouted, causing Leo to scoff and roll his eyes.

"You were- You are, but my god, Vin, you shouldn't be home, you should be in a hospital..." Leo said, looking him up and down, "come sit down..."

"It looks worse than it is, trust me. The hospital people are too fussy," he collapsed down on the couch and immediately got rid of the arm sling, much to Leo and Jon's horror.

"Nu-uh, you're not fucking around here," Leo scoffed, grabbing the sling, "put it back," he looked over the couch arm, meeting Jonah's eyes, "hey, missed you."

Jonah blushed, shutting the front door and circling the couch to press a quick kiss over Leo's lips, then promptly turned to glare at Vince who still hadn't put the sling back on, "I'm going to call your mother, try me."

It worked like a charm. A look of horror flashed over his face and Vince grabbed the sling, trying to put it back on and failing, causing Leo to leap forward to help.

"Really, are you sure he should be out of the hospital?" Leo asked, looking at Jonah, who was kicking his shoes off and fiddling with the thermostat.

"They wouldn't keep him, he's too annoying."

"I'm right here!" Vince exclaimed, then winced at the sound of his own voice, "any chance I can get more of the good drugs?"

"Not for at least five more hours," Jonah answered, "you really shouldn't be in pain so soon..." he considered the possibility Vince's senses were all scrambled, but it didn't sit right with him, "what hurts?"

"Just everything," Vince sighed, then slid down the couch, whining as it made everything throb a little harder, "don't let me be in your way, I'm just gonna nap anyway."

"Are you sure about napping?" Leo asked anxiously, still studying him, "are you allowed to sleep?" he glanced nervously to Jon, who shrugged.

"He doesn't have a concussion, I don't see why not..."

"See?" Vince sighed, settling fully down after much moving around, "I just need a nap and I'll be as good as new."

Jon rolled his eyes, he certainly doubted Vin would be as good as new for a long time. At least a couple weeks. Leo fussed a little longer, asking if Vin wanted a pillow, water, TV on? But then eventually he got the memo and moved away.

"Hey," Leo met him in the kitchen and as soon as he stepped closer, Jonah was tugging on the front of his shirt and pulling him into a full hug, "oh, okay..."

"Shut up," Jonah mumbled, face hidden in Leo's neck, breathing in deeply. He wasn't sure why it got to him so much, whenever one of theirs was hurt or sick, but it did. Leo let out a surprised noise, before wrapping both his arms around Jon and kissing his shoulder.

"He's fine, babe," he sighed, then turned his head and kissed Jon's cheek, pulling back, "quite an adventurous day for someone who said they'd stay home and binge true crime documentaries all day."

"Yeah, I need a day off from my day off," Jonah chuckled, leaning in to kiss him right, "how was court?"

"Boring," Leo shrugged, "court days are always a drag. It's not like I'm the lawyer up front doing anything, I'm basically a glorified secretary during these days."

"The hottest secretary," Jon grinned, circling him and heading for the fridge, "did you eat?"

"Not yet, I was waiting for you... Does anyone else know about Vince?"

"I don't think so," Jonah said, while going their fridge's content, "how does bacon and cheddar soup sound?"

"I don't think Vince can eat that, Jon," Leo chuckled, "cheddar is a cheese. We're not going to starve our guest."

"Hardly a guest," Jonah mumbled, biting down a smile.

Eventually they settled on dinner and Jonah finally managed to get out of the clothes he had sweat through with all the pulling and pushing of helping Vin around, so they got working on it together.

Leo was sharing the office gossip with him, rattling on about Sandra the newest paralegal who had all the other men on their toes, when they heard a noise in the living room.

Although the kitchen was a halfway open concept, the half wall that separated it from the living room was tall enough that they had to rush out in order to assess the situation. Vince was sitting up, the remote control had fallen to the ground, along with the blanket that Leo had gingerly draped over him twenty minutes before when he had noticed the shivering.

"Vin?" Leo called softly, "you okay?"

Vince let out a groan, nodding, "nightmare..." he moved gingerly on the couch, in order to face them and Jonah immediately cringed. Somehow Vince looked worse than before.

Both his eyes were slightly bloodshot and he was still terribly white, covered in that clammy layer of sweat.

"You look like you're about to hurl," Leo said, voicing Jon's thoughts, "please aim at the horrible white rug, I'm trying to get rid of it."

Jonah let out an offended gasp, while Vince opened the smile the line was meant to elicit, rubbing a hand over his face, "I'm not gonna throw up, I'm fine... I think I need a shower, I feel gross."

"As opposed to every other day-" Jonah mumbled in a sassy manner, causing Vin to glare at him, although the playfulness was back in his face.

"Fuck off, Jon..."

"Let's have dinner first, how about?" Leo said, clearly anxious about the prospect of Vince standing up or his stitches getting wet, "we can help you with a shower later."

"We?" Jonah said at the same time as Vince. Leo's cheeks burned and he glared between his boyfriend and friend.

"He can't even stand! Or lift his arm!"

"Just my left arm," Vince shrugged, opening a big smile, "I'm right handed, baby."

"Don't call him that," Jonah snapped before he could think and both Vince and Leo raised their eyebrows, Vince starting to laugh soon after, while Leo turned cherry red.

"Aw, cute," Vin grinned, then braced against the couch's back, using all his force in order to push himself up, "I'm tired of sitting down."

Despite both of them complaining, he got up and proceeded to stumble his way to the dinner table, looking terribly proud of himself, "see? I told you I was fine."

"You'll land yourself back in the hospital," Leo sighed, rolling his eyes, but barely managing to hide his fondness.

They ate dinner together without any issues and Jonah took to loading the dishwasher, while Vince updated Leo of the full story of the accident.

"I can't believe someone would hit you like that and just speed away!" he overheard Leo scoffing, sounding pissed off, "that's horrible."

"They probably thought I was dead and freaked out," Vince shrugged, "since I was lying on the ground."

"Even worse," Leo said darkly, "sucks you didn't get their license plate..."

Jonah hummed to himself in agreement, then finished up with the kitchen and moved back to the living room, "ready to tackle that shower?"

Despite Vince's embarrassed claims that he could stand on his own and did not need help, Leo had been right. He could barely stay still and had an arm immobilized.

"Okay, here's the plan," Jonah said, eyeing the bathroom, "we can get you sitting down in the bathtub and seal your boot... I can redo your chest bandages, so don't worry about them."

It sounded easier than it was. In the end Jonah had seen more of Vince than he ever wished to and was dripping water everywhere, half of the guest bathroom a slippery hazard.

"Stay. Put," Jonah said in a stern voice as Leo and him helped Vince into the guest room, despite Vince claiming he'd be fine on the couch. The steam of the bathroom had caused his face to finally gain a little color, but now he just looked feverish. Feverish enough that Jon stuck a thermometer in his mouth while he complained, crouching before the bed with the gauze roll so he could redo the bandages.

"I'mnotfevish" Vince grumbled and Leo flicked at his ear.

"Stop talking," he said, using a towel to dry Vince's hair. It was dripping water down his chest, soaking the second towel that was covering the boxers they had struggled to fit him in and were just a tad too tight, despite the elastic band being worn and lose.

"youmean," Vince mumbled, leaning into Leo's touch and Jonah snickered to himself as he noticed Vin's eyelids dropping with exhaustion.

"Don't pass out yet," he said, while Leo retrieved the thermometer when it beeped and then handed it to Jon.

"It's in european," he teased lightly, causing Jonah and Vince to roll their eyes. Vince glanced at the display.

"Uh... Well, it's probably just because of the shower," he said. The thermometer read 37.7 - Not quite a fever yet, but pretty damn close to it.

"Maybe," Jonah squinted at it, "it won't hurt to get some antipyretics on you, though."

A testament to how tired he felt or how he was still in pain, Vince didn't complain at all about the medicine, promptly lying on his back and letting out a groan as his muscles relaxed.

"You guys are awesome, thank you..."

"Get some sleep," Leo's cheeks were cherry red, much to Jon's amusement.

"We'll be down the hall, just shout if you need anything."

"Uhm, okay..." Vince's eyes were already closed, "okay..."

Jonah fell face first in his own bed as soon as they were out of the room, lying on a starfish position and taking up almost all of the space. He dropped his wet sweater on the ground next to the bed, too tired to bother with it at the moment and heard Leo chuckle behind him, causing Jon to groan, "stop laughing."

"Can't do," Leo said, crawling on the bed too and poking his side, forcing Jon to move slightly to the side so he could slot right next to him, "you care so much, it's swee-"

"My back hurts," Jonah interrupted him, turning away, cheeks burning. He was glad he had his face pressed to the pillow, "he's so damn heavy."

"Uhmm..." Leo still sounded very amused, as he trailed a hand up his boyfriend's back, applying the lightest hint of pressure, "here?"

"Lower," Jonah all but melted, boneless as he felt Leo start to massage his aching lower back, "damn, I love you."

"Of course you do," he heard Leo say cheekily, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, "can we leave the door open tonight? I don't trust Vin to come get us if anything is wrong..."

"Sure," Jon yawned, "you're probably right..."

He barely heard Leo's "I always am", already dozing off.

Next time he woke up, Jonah took a minute to situate himself. In true deep sleep fashion, it felt like he was somewhere else entirely. Leo had managed to get them both under blankets, quite a feat since Jonah didn't remember getting up so he could pull the sheets from under him. He hadn't managed to get Jonah out of the slightly humid pants, but they were basically dry by now.

Jonah stirred on the bed, rubbing a hand over his face and glancing to the side. Leo was passed out, mouth slightly open, curled on his side with a hand wrapped firmly around Jon's pillow.

He smiled, pushing a blonde strand away from his eyes and feeling butterflies fill up his stomach at the thought of Leo reaching for him even in his sleep. Butterflies that were squashed to death as he heard the sound of a sob down the hall.

It was a quiet noise, muffled because of the distance and the two ajar doors that were between the master suite and the guest bedroom. Jonah frowned, getting out of bed and bracing for the worse.

"Vin...?" he knocked lightly on the half shut door and pushed it back. The room was in the dark, but he could make out Vince's form in the bed, cut out by the moonlight spilling through the window. He was sitting up, "Vince?"

"I'sry-" he slurred, voice so deep and thick it took Jon a second to even understand it. His brows met with concern and Jonah walked back out, turning on the lights of the hallway, instead of the bedroom. Now he could see him much better... And also the vomit down his chest and pooling on his lap, over the blankets. A lot of it.

"Fuck, Vince, why didn't you say anything?!" Jonah almost shouted, wanting to rush closer, knowing he shouldn't. Vince's shoulders rolled with another heave-sob and he shook his head.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." his voice was small, very out of it and disconnected. Jonah felt a jolt of panic and that made his decision for him. His weak stomach be damned, he crossed the room and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Are you done?" Jonah reached in, squeezing Vince's good shoulder and breathing shallowly through his mouth, doing his best to keep his eyes exclusively above Vince's nose.

His friend shook his head, then winced and another guttural retch rocketed through him, more vomit spilling on the comforter, "...m'roilme...." he said unintelligibly, then cleared his throat and repeated, "kill me."

"Shut the hell up," Jonah rolled his eyes, swallowing convulsively in, "is this just your stomach...?" Jonah prayed silently, trying to keep the nausea at bay.

"Uh...?"

"Vince, hey," he squeezed his nape, forcing Vince to look at him, "I need you to tell me what's wrong. Is the medication not agreeing with you?" with his free hand, Jonah felt his forehead. He didn't have a fever, "Vin?"

"I...I don't-" he was interrupted by another wet belch, surprised as more liquid spilled forth, down his chin and chest, "cazzo..."

Jonah's stomach threatened to jump out of his mouth and he squeezed his eyes shut, a hand still planted firmly on Vince's nape, the other one coming to muffle a sick burp of his own.

"Male la testa-" Vince mumbled, sounding dangerously close to tears, "Jon..."

"Jonah?" Leo's sleepy voice cause Jonah to let out a sigh of relief. He heard Leo walking down the hallway and Jon was about to ask him to come help, when his boyfriend flipped the light switch.

Chaos erupted.

In one go, Vince let out almost a yell, curling up in pain and slipping out of Jonah's grasp, while Leo started to rant frantically, Jonah blinded by the sudden light and fighting his own nausea as he got a clear view of the mess lying right in front of him.

It was a mess, one that was not getting any smaller as Vince's sudden flinch from the light caused him to pull on his stitches and the pain started yet another gagging fit.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-" Leo was saying over and over, crawling on the bed, vomit be damned, so he could grab Vince before the man fell off of it, "Jonah what do we do!? Jon!?"

"I-" he gagged, slapped a hand over his mouth and Leo shook his head.

"JON!"

"My head-" Vince sobbed at the shout, then folded in half and Jonah had half a second to jump back, just as bright yellow bile covered the ground, right where his naked toes had been a moment before.

"Shit shit shit shit- Vince, please take a breath- Ow, fuck, is all over his bandages-" Leo's panicked monologue caused Jon's medical training to click in place, finally, and he side stepped the puddle of vomit, grabbing Vince by the good shoulder, hand coming up to cup his cheeks, puke and drool be damned.

"Vin, look at me."

"Mmm-" Vince blinked lazily, head lolling and Jonah fought the urge to rattle him. Instead he forwent any attempt at giving Vin agency and forced one of his eyes open by tugging at his cheek skin, then the other. Uneven pupils stared back at him.

"Leo, he's concussed," Jonah declared, "help me get him up, we need to go to the hospital now."

"Fuck no, we're not driving him there," Leo shook his head, reassured by Jonah taking charge of the situation. He folded the blankets, "I'm calling an ambulance."

It was a gamble. They probably could drive there faster than an ambulance would take to arrive, but that was considering they managed to get Vince up in his current state.

"...Fine, okay, call an ambulance-" Jonah nodded, then started to comb his fingers through Vince's hair, in search for a lump they had somehow missed before. Anger was starting to take up the space of worry, coursing through his veins. How had the hospital personal missed a bloody concussion?

"Jon-" Vince reached in blindly, shoved at his chest and gagged, harshly. His stomach was empty, but that didn't stop him from trying to vacate it with deafening heaves.

Jonah rubbed a hand up his back, mentally trying to do the math of how many hours it had been since they had all gone to sleep. How long had Vince been alone in the room, brain swelling?

His ears buzzed, mouth dried up at the idea they had been cuddling a room away while Vince was so severely sick. Jonah was so in his head, he barely heard Leo talking with him, until his boyfriend touched his arm and caused him to jump.

"What?"

Leo frowned, but didn't mention his jerkiness, instead he gestured to Vince, "ambulance is on it's way. I got him, go put on a shirt and some shoes so we can follow it to the hospital."

It was a nice out, one that didn't flat out say get-out-of-here-before-you-puke-too. Jonah opened an appreciative smile, but couldn't bring himself to move. Not when Vince looked like he was about to keel over.

"Jon," Leo's voice dropped, all gentleness, "I got him, baby."

Jonah nodded, all but forcing himself to let go of Vince and stumbling back. He rushed back in their room, mechanically changing into better clothes, then grabbing a backpack and stuffing a thin blanket inside of it, a change of clothes for Leo and both their wallets.

He overheard, faintly, as Vince heaved again and Leo cooing, trying to calm them both down. Jonah grabbed his phone, finally glancing at the hour. 03h53 AM.

It was ten minutes more when he heard a forceful knock on the door and Jonah rushed to open it.

The paramedic was someone he had seen around enough in the hospital, but didn't know his name. It read Hawke in his chest.

"He got in a car accident earlier this evening, but the hospital gave him full clearance. Third left rib is broken, fourth left rib was cracked - might be broken by now with all the heaving. He- He was cleared with no concussion signs in the scans, but now his pupils are uneven, his speech is slurred and he's photosensitive-" Jonah prattled on, guiding them down the hallway, barely feeling like he was walking, "his left foot is twisted, dislocated left shoulder and there's a wound going from under his armpit to his belly button, he might've burst some stitches-"

"Son, please step away," the older first responder behind Hawke said and Jonah jumped aside, heart hammering, "when did the vomiting start?"

"Not sure-"

"He went to sleep around nine, I was up until eleven and he wasn't throwing up. We got up around thirty minutes ago to find him puking," Leo said and, surprisingly, he sounded much more calm than Jonah did.

The paramedics said something between them and then they were lifting Vince up, planting him on the medical bed.

"We'll meet you at the hospital," Leo said, squeezing Vince's hand, as if Vin could even tell what was happening. He was clearly too out of it to even make sense of the paramedics.

Jonah squeezed the backpack in his sweaty hand, "I got everything, let's go?" his voice sounded alien to him, too steady. Leo nodded, but didn't move for a second, bracing against his knee to let out a deep sigh.

"Fuck," he breathed out, "he's gonna be okay, right?"

"Yes," Jonah all but lied, "of course."

If Leo caught on the lie, he chose not to say anything.

They were in the elevator, on their way to the garage, when Leo squeezed his arm, startling Jon, "hey... Are you okay?"

Jonah nodded, opened his mouth to reassure Leo, then snapped it shut and shook his head, "how did they miss a fucking concussion?" he said, meaning how did I miss it?

"They didn't miss anything, babe," Leo rubbed his arm, gently pulling the car keys from his hand, "you know this, Jon, we've seen it in games a lot. Delayed concussions are a thing."

He sounded so calm.

"He was- He called me because I wouldn't care," Jonah stumbled over the words, trying to put it all together and failing miserably, "because he thought I'd just drive him to the dorms."

"Well, Vince is stupid," Leo's voice got an icy undertone, "you care so much, he's dumb for ever thinking th-"

"My chest hurts," Jonah groaned, planting a hand to it and he heard Leo let out a sigh, then squeeze his bicep.

"You're panicking, babe," he was the picture of calm, "take a deep breath for me and hold it in."

Jonah obeyed, or tried to, because then he was spluttering for air, everything he had been avoiding since Vince had said that line hitting him at once. Did his friends genuinely think he didn't care about them? That he'd find them bleeding and broken and simply drive them back home, at best?

His heart squeezed, physically, and Jonah let out a whimper, clutching at his chest. He tried to breathe, found that he couldn't, and his stomach turned with panic.

"Shhh, hey," Leo kissed his shoulder, "sweetheart, you're working yourself up. Vince will be okay and then when he's fine we can both yell at him for being an idiot."

Jonah shook his head, pulled away from Leo's hold and stumbled, back hitting the opposite side of the elevator. He slid down the wall, bringing his knees to his chest, trying to curl up away from the shame and the fear-

The elevator came to a stop in the garage, but neither of them got out. Leo crouched down before him, squeezing his knee.

"Jon..." he said softly, "c'mere-" he moved closer, tugged at Jonah's arm and then pulled him into a makeshift hug. Jonah breathed in, raggedly, pressing his nose to his boyfriend's neck, heart still burning in his chest, "I know you care," Leo whispered, "so much about all of us. Vince was in pain and being a brat about getting medical attention, which he did get because of you. You woke up tonight-" he pressed his lips tightly to Jonah's temple, "you care so much, we all know it, Jon."

It took him several minutes to collect himself, still pressed tightly against Leo, eyes burning with the tears he did not allow spill. He swallowed the knot in his throat, "I think I have to let Wendy know... And ask her to tell his parents."

"I'm going to call Luke too," Leo said, in a voice that left little room for arguing, not that Jonah was going to. He simply slumped on the passenger seat, worry eating at him.

By the time they got to the hospital, Vince had been shipped away to another CT scan, so they got delegated to the waiting room. Jonah pacing from side to side while he texted Wendy to let her know. Vaguely, he could hear Leo talking with Lucas on the phone, voice rising steadily as he attempted to calm their friend down.

"There's nothing you can do here right now, Luke, come in the morning," Leo said sternly and Jonah rolled his eyes, halfheartedly. For once he couldn't blame Lucas' for his over the top reaction.

Wendy didn't text him back, it was the middle of the night and she wouldn't be up for at least two more hours. There was no point calling her when she was hours away anyway.

Jonah slumped back against the uncomfortable chairs and Leo took his hand in his, squeezing it, "he'll be fine, Jon," he whispered, pressing his cheek to Jonah's shoulder, "too thick of a head to break."

[pepsicup]

The Boob Thing

Bucky Barnes x Reader 1.5k words

Summary: There are things we do that they will never understand, especially a man like him. (semi smut, breast play, slight body worship, we love tiddies here)

Author note: this concept is from my vault that I wrote with a friend for a different fandom, I decided to repurpose it since it got archived. Not my best work since I'm trying to get back in the groove after writing Problems Of A Spaceman but whatever, enjoy! (I have the attention span of a cube of sugar so there are probably mistakes, I re-read my work all the time so it will be fixed)

Bucky cleared his throat to break the comfortable silence he came home to, attempting to gain her attention as subtly as he could. She was curled up on their bed with a small book, almost in the exact place where he left her, but...not completely the same way as before.

It was one of those quiet days where they could do absolutely nothing if they so wanted, but he did slip out to take care of a few things so he could spend the rest of it with her undividedly. She was so engrossed in reading that she hadn’t even notice he left and came back all in the same hour. Though he wasn't gone long, he found her in an even more natural lounging position that caught him off guard at the very sight.

"Doll?" his words were stunted by something hidden in his voice.

She hummed back in response, not registering his presence until the next thing he ask tore her focus away completely.

“Are you...feeling yourself up?” she peeked around her book at him standing in the doorway.

Bucky had an amused expression from the moment he walked in and while he’d been watching her for the last couple of minutes before speaking up. He's not ashamed to admit that he waited to announce his presence to see if it was going to end up becoming another thing he liked to watch, but it sadly wasn't. She was...well he had no clue what she was doing.

All that matters is it was something that was happening without him.

She wore a loose-fitting shirt, but had one of her hands slipped inside and resting laxly on her right breast. As Bucky stood there unnoticed, she unconsciously squeezed every few moments like it was no big deal. To him, it wasn't normal unless he was involved or if she had her other hand in her panties, luring him over with those pretty eyes.

It seemed like she was doing it just to do it.

She put her book down, marked the page so she could get back to it later and shifted so she was laying against the many pillows littering the bed. Her other hand came to sit on her abdomen as the other remained in its place.

“Just pla—” her fingertips dipped under the bunched-up hemline of the shirt, leaving her underwear on full display.

“You playin' with yourself without me, sweetheart?” Bucky walked over to the end of the bed and crawled up to her.

Once he was hovering over her, he didn't make any moves to touch and watched with an adorable curiosity, though adorable might not be the right word to use while he raked over her skin.

“No!” she giggled, trying to explain herself to a man from a different time, "it's just...entertaining?"

“Entertaining...?” he licked his lips, trying his best to pay attention. She ran her foot up the side of his thick thigh and hooked it on his hip lazily. This type of intimacy was normal for them, but there was that one thing that wasn’t.

Bucky rested his forehead on hers as they exchanged glances from her chest, where he could just see the outline of her hand, and back up.

"Yeah, they are nice to play with," she said innocently.

She placed her free hand on his beside them that pressed into the mattress. He pulled their interlocking hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles to hide a smirk at the words, keeping his lips against the soft skin.

“I know...” he wiggled his eyebrows.

She couldn’t help but laugh this time, "Not like that you dummy,"

Bucky snickered against the back of her hand as she continued to ramble on, “It's just something I do when I'm comfortable or relaxed...most of the time I don't even notice I'm doing it"

There wasn't a clear reason why she did it, sometimes it was sexual but it was also comforting to have something to hold or be held – it could even be the result of boredom. The mounds of flesh are coincidentally very squishy and anyone who owns a pair knew what she was talking about. Bucky did have quite the chest himself, but it wasn't as authentic as the real deal enough to understand.

“I still don’t get it” he said sheepishly, a humorous edge in his voice.

“Tell me what you don’t get, baby” She sighed, shaking her head at his ability to listen with any other organ except for his ears.

While he is distracted with the question, she pulled her hand out and unravelled theirs swiftly. He was pondered as she maneuvered her next movements carefully and made her move before he could even comprehend what was on his own mind. She positioned her hands to rest on top of his and slid them up her shirt to the untouched side of her chest. Her hand stayed firm on his as her bust filled his palm, he gaped down at her like it was the first time she’d ever done something like that.

"You're just asking for it, aren't ya?" he mused, the smirk kicking up the side of his mouth.

Bucky leaned in far enough that she witnessed his eye shift at the close proximity. She could tell he wanted to kiss her so badly, but his demeanour made it feel like he wanted to do a lot more. It still wasn't the priority, she was only trying to make him understand. She ignored the charming attempts to sway her and focused on urging his lower body with her leg to lay down beside her.

“What are ya tryin' to do now?” he planted himself like a tree so she couldn't move him.

“Shhh, let me show you what I mean... and behave yourself for once" she cocked her head pointedly.

He narrowed his eyes at her, all in good fun.

"Please...?" she added softly.

He grunted, “Alright”

Bucky plopped down in the crevice of her arm, halfway on top of her and remaining tangled between her legs where you could most often find him in one manner or another. He shifted until he found the right spot to lay his head and tuck his face into her neck without causing her discomfort, then slumping down on her anyway.

"How come've never seen ya do it before?" his warm hometown drawl melted into his muffled voice. That was the tell-tale signal that he was getting riled up and it went right over her head every single time. Not everyone is a hyper-observant supersoldier with a sensory reception level equivalent to a herd of African elephants during mating season. Once the accent comes out, it's game over.

"Because you usually have your hands up my shirt anyway, now shush"

He was already grinning like an idiot even before she encouraged him to squeeze the first time, and it only got wider from there. As she attempted to demonstrate what she meant, she closed her eyes to clear her mind so it would happen sincerely and without his influence. They laid there together, hands hidden by the fabric of an old shirt he let her pick from his closet, mimicking each other's movements until they inevitably synced up.

It wasn't even five minutes before he got impatient and started to place kisses where ever he could reach a few at a time, even getting to softly suck despite her warning. She had stopped guiding his hand after a while, letting him do it on his own and enjoying it in the process, it was so relaxing that she almost dozed off at one point.

He, on the other hand, was thinking the exact opposite because after he realized he had all the control, things went downhill fast for her. It could have been the crossed wires in his head or the miscommunication, he concluded that she was teasing him regardless of which it was.

"Do you get it n—"

Bucky popped his head up out of nowhere and surprised her with a kiss, laughing against her lips as she jolted at the sudden contact. He took the chance to move back over her and in between those legs where he belongs.

He pulled back once she ran out of breath and held her still, “I'm sorry, doll...it's jus' turnin' me on”

"Bucky…" she giggled

"You feel that...?" he ignored her as she ignored him, grinding his half-hard bulge against her inner thigh instead of listening. He showered her face with his lips while she squirmed under the covered thrusts, “I know ya like it, look…you love it”

“Bucky!” she broke into an even bigger fit.

He bit his beautifully full bottom lip as he looked from her face to her chest devilishly. He acted on the impure intent running rampant through his body before his cock could betray those thoughts with every pulse.

"I can’t help but get hard when you touch yourself like that…” he ran his hands up her torso. He pulled the shirt over the spot of his heated fixation and wetted his lips with hers again, “...I can make it even better”

He rushed out his whisper, “…we do it anyway, but it’s so fuckin' hot when you do it alone and try t’hide it from me...”

Bucky lowered his face to her chest and nuzzled thoroughly between the two mounds he pushed together. As he took in the scent of her skin, he fumbled his hand to squeeze one of them as he attacked the other with his enthusiastic mouth. Her top half was soaked from the progression of his sucking, licking and groping, but the feeling of it finished the job elsewhere.

“Bucky…” she whined.

That seemingly innocent, on her part, situation turned filthy in a matter of minutes. He hummed around her nipple at her changed tone and back to her lips to feel the noise against his.

"... you’re not gettin' out of it that easy" his muttering sentence escaped through the gaps in his kisses.

When he leaned up to take off his shirt, he gazed down at her flushed face beaming a smile. Her body was still begging for attention even when she tried to get away, but she didn't stand a chance. As usual, his influence diminished her willpower and he was able to claim another part of her entirely.

"Shhh..." Bucky lightheartedly moved his knees to either side of her to keep her pinned down, "...let me show ya how it's done, doll"

Even if he didn't fully understand what that thing was or what it meant, he sure knew how to use them.

© May 28th, 2021 by pepsicup

[lilyclawthorne]

Keeping Up A-fear-ance's Thoughts

I finished writing this shortly after 3 am after watching the new episode like three times because I simply had too much energy about it and I have so many thoughts because I simply live for clawthornes and also I tried to break it up with more photos this time sorry not sorry if it's a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YOUNG EDA!! let me just say I am quite a fan of opening with a flashback like we've done here and the last episode

"we have never seen a curse like this before" Lilith you had shit luck picking out curses huh

"cut it out if we have to" goddamn Gwen let'a calm the fuck down a bit.

anyways we've only really seen young Eda as a wild and confident and happy little child so I appreciate seeing this side of her with the anxiety and fear she's feeling here. I love seeing what the curse stuff was like for her as a kid

Gwen: I raised a perfectly fine kid

Me: no you didn't look at her she's got anxiety

I'm guessing this is their backyard or just some woods behind their house?? wonder if the portal was placed there by another elder family member.

lmao I can't even begin to imagine what small Eda experiencing the human realm was like for the first time

Gwens giving me "I can't accept that my child is disabled/chronically ill/etc." here. y’know the kinda parent that'll put their kid through hell over something they probably will find a way to learn to live with (which Eda did do)

ok that's it I humbly request to know the story behind the fang now (also the noise she made when she put it in was freaking cute)

new dress! new boots! new dress! new boots!

..yikes that fridge is empty

"calm down the curse acts stronger when you're stressed" Eda do you know who you're talking to here

confirmation losing limbs is in fact a side effect of the curse!! (y'know since Eda originally said it just happens when you get older)

please I love these sisters they're so sweet and make me wanna go 🥺

"suddenly curious about my past" "always. always curious" Luz says exactly what we all think

witchlet?? sweet flea?? she's got pet names for them 🥺 (although idk how much I'd like to be referred to as any kind of flea sorry Lilith)

ok Gwen is very much not close to what I expected and I'm kinda grateful for that

she's more like super caring but still managed to royally fuck up which was my original head canon for clawthorne parents so uh that's cool. but literally, look at their body language, Eda's pissed, Lilith's sad and making herself small. she's clearly messed up with her parenting on both of them along the way.

"who knows what they put in those nasty concoctions?" mama clawthorne would be a fucking anti-vaxxer wouldn't she

ok I side with Eda here more than Luz and Lilith. just because Luz misses her mother, or Lilith hasn’t seen their mom in so long doesn’t mean Eda has to feel all grateful for the presence of Gwen, especially if the woman has caused her a lot of trouble over the years

I feel like the fact that its actually both Lilith and Gwendolyn have spent their whole lives dedicated to trying to find a cure could probably have held some kind of weight on Eda at some point. Even though she shouldn't feel guilty or responsible for that, I still feel like it's gotta suck knowing these people have spent so much time on something you know is likely never gonna happen, all for you.

Lilith 😞 her mother really just didn't pay attention to her all these years

hey if this guy does some next level healing magic then why isn't he more well-known, huh? why’d it take so long to come across him?? Gwen do you know what the fuck you're doing cause I think you don't

Lilith just because you're depressed about your mom doesn't mean you have to bring king down too 😠

SUPER irrelevant but is anyone else just bothered by the way Lilith is holding her spoon?? that doesn't seem like a comfortable way to hold a spoon. also is she left handed??

"knife season came early" EDA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. is this a boiling isles things or is this a it’s common for people to throw knives at you thing

also I want to be surprised Eda fell for the apple blood signs but I am not 😔 

Luz please trust you're gut on this one and not mama clawthorne

ok now I need to know why the fridge was empty but they had 18 cartons of ice cream this is why you guys don't have food you're wasting it all on ice cream.

wow never thought I'd see the day hooty became the voice of reason

also, night market ice cream?? are they implying this ice cream is like, edibles of some sort?? Lilith does seem kinda high here ngl. idk man but at least she wants to stand up for herself so good for her.

PLEASE kings just offering her ice cream while she transforms

"first in a series" Gwen honey oh no. you've been duped. I think we can see where Lilith got her naïveté from huh.

Also, nice snatch Luz 😊

anyways love how this show is basically making fun of moms who refuse to give their kids proper medical treatment or listen to medical professionals here

EXCUSE ME why do we know Gwen's palisman's name before we know Lilith's?????

"I am a mother who'll do anything for her daughter" you're mom who's suffocating obsession with one daughter has left the other neglected and is currently causing her to turn into a full on beast ya dummy

Eda DOES have a right to be upset. it sucks that her own valid emotions that she should get to feel will cause her while body to betray her.

PLEASE I’M SO GLAD LILITH’S BEAST DESIGN LOOKS LIKE HER AND IS NOT THE THING FROM THE TRAILER THAT IS ACTUALLY IN EDA"S HEAD WHEN SHE’S TRANSFORMED

but also why is she SO massive?? also anyone concerned that this is her first transformation and the light glyph trick wouldn't even work??

Gwen look at what you've done, you've fostered feelings of inferiority in one daughter causing her to feel the need for sibling rivalry that the pure instincts of the raven beast cannot suppress no matter how much their sisterly relationship had improved.

HOW COULD YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER ALSO BEING CURSED BE A PART OF THE PROCESS GWEN??

"after Eda was cursed, I joined the beast keeping coven" woah woah WOAH. you're telling me you only joined because of trying to help Eda. that covens existed, before Eda got cursed, and you very much weren't a part of one. combine that with "some words for belos" she has and do I smell wild witch theory still plausible???

anyways at least mama clawthorne is getting some sense into her head here

Morton c'mon help a girl out, that's some dang good art too what the heck dude

ok fine mama clawthorne to the rescue

no pls not raven beast Lilith crying im crying now

Gwen: I raised a fine and self-sufficient child

Me: no you didn't look at her. she's got, SO MUCH.

GODDAMN THATS SOME POWER. ngl this only adds fuel to the fire in my head that there was some kinda reasoning these sisters were torn apart, that someone felt they'd be too powerful together (and they were probably right)

"I heard you but I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't do anything" may be just because she's not used to the curse but again part of me is concerned that because she couldn't pull herself out of it even a little bit like Eda did that there's something wrong there. but she also could've been stressed beyond reasonably calming herself down too.

ok but this is sweet

NOOO im so sad Lilith's leaving :( I literally cried ok

"you lived here?" fine OKAY king that was hilarious even if im sad about this

"reconnect with dad" excuse me where the fuck has this man been in the middle of all of this. curse shit is going DOWN and he's just chilling at home.

I am curious about people's thoughts regarding the whole Lilith regression thing and the fact that she's literally going to be living with her parents again. I feel like it could help nurture that inner child she's been reverting back to and help her out a LOT. but I could also be concerned about it feeding into the regression and making it worse?? idk and this show probably ain't getting that actually deep into psych anyways

"some day my hair is gonna be big enough to do that too" Luz I cannot wait for the day. also mood, I wish I could do that too.

alright who's holding the fucking pen for hooty we need a volunteer RIGHT NOW so we can remain in contact with Lulu

NOT THE ONLY HUMAN? my bets on the real azura rip never mind she said he

Titan’s Blood?? interesting. If the blood of the titan is around I wonder what that means regarding the titans existence, and how long its been since the titan fell.

AHH BABY LUZ PHOTO

ALSO WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?? They're really gonna spring that on us like this??? Camila's gotta notice somethings wrong right??? Unless any differences she just chalks up to the camp?? oh god :(

well, anyways lumity shippers come get yo juice next weekend

anyways im gonna need to add a NOT canon compliant tag on that one Gwendolyn fic I wrote because it definitely do not comply anymore

[moonlitdiane]

Hello! I moved from my old blog, @dianethus​ to here, you can probably call this a re-intro!

Diane | 18 | Filipino-Chinese | She/They | Pansexual | Scorpio | xNTP | Neurodivergent | Psychology Major | Graphic Designer | Practicing Wiccan

I’ve been trying to write since I was around 12 years old with silly little k-pop and percy jackson fanfics. Even though I cringe now whenever I think about the things I wrote, I still believe it was a necessary phase that all writers have to go through to become better.

I mainly write for the #OwnVoice movement that focuses on the South East Asian experience and especially the experience of being queer in an Asian environment. I aim to give the queers of Asian history whose stories never got to be told a voice. I write to expose the world to Philippine Mythology and the stories passed down from ancestor to ancestor. I also aim to conjure up nostalgic imagery in the readers' minds.

low fantasy. I'm not that really good at world building but I'm in love with the idea of everyday magic.

supernatural.

historical.

angst. I'm SORRY but writing and describing pain is a different kind of joy for me.

found family. I'm gay.

cosmic motifs.

enemies to lovers. oh for someone to see all my worst parts and still fall in love with me. also consider: childhood friends to enemies to lovers.

religious trauma & guilt. I went to a catholic school what did you expect?

The Revolution Will Not Be Vilified.

Evil Is Sexy.

Trapped In Another World. I want to be Isekai-d so bad.

Song Fic. Most of my titles are actually song lyrics or my basic outlines follow the structure of a song.

“Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl,”

Somewhere In Limasawa Street is a queer historical fiction story set in 1898 when the Philippine-American war is just beyond the horizons and 19 year old mestiza, Lucena Candella is in the middle of a war with herself. Sheltered and painfully aloof, she meets brave but brash, Urduja Kalangitan, who is as emotionally aware as a rock and who happens to be the Revolutionary Army's best gunman—maybe that's what pulled quiet Lucena to her.

Between paper planes, porcelains, and battle scars, Lucena slowly learns to love, and that scared her. It scared her because she wasn't allowed to love that woman with the scarred smile and wild hair.

This is my main WIP and my passion project. I really wanted to write something that I can dedicate to the queers of history, the indigenous and people of color whose queerness is never told.

The title is a reference to Limasawa Street by folk pop band, Ben&Ben, I actually used the album and a few singles as inspiration for the plot. 

WIP Playlist. This story will be unapologetically Filipino.

“Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not make room for the devil,”

The Devil’s Choir is a low fantasy story following the adventures of seven unlikely friends who just want to go apeshit and run away from their shitty town. That is until they’re thrown into a you-need-to-save-the-whole-world mess without their written consent. Lucifer and Dionysus show up at their door step, dragging them head first into an abyss that even the Gods refuse to fall into. A war between the golden age and the future, it’s now up to this peculiar gang to save the world from the real threat.

The seven deadly sins but make them moody teenagers. this story has gone through so much revising for years! Found family, enemies to lovers, and unwilling heroes? check.

Unintentionally a copy of American Gods. It was too late until I realized the plot was kind of similar to American Gods. Help. 

WIP Playlist. I smell chaos, don’t you?

“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”

Manila Encounters is a paranormal urban fantasy story unfolding right in the pearl of the orient seas. When the clock strikes 3 AM and the lights of the skyscrapers turn dark—when the city sleeps, the monsters roam free. Deep between the alley ways of Manila city, look out for kids with a certain glow and bite behind their smiles. Look for the ones with sunkissed tans who speak in tongues. Look for the ones whose feet barely dip into murky bay waters and fingertips grazing moonlight. 

A dummy’s guide to Filipino folklore. Manila Encounters was inspired by a hashtag on Twitter of the same name where people wrote their own twist to Filipino urban legends and folk stories.

Oh great, another Percy Jackson rip-off. the main characters are demi-gods or descendants of Gods. Original, I know.

WIP Playlist. driving at midnight sort of vibe.

"You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us."

And I Love her is a queer romance story about a girl who just recently moved into an old but well maintained cottage in some seaside town in Europe—and she finds in the middle of dusty furniture and underneath cobwebs, a rotary telephone sitting there unused for decades. It rings unexpectedly one day and what greets her is a soft voice belonging to someone who lived 60 years ago.

a dreamnotfound fanfic inspired this. and the South Korean horror film, The Call. 

gay yearning agenda. so much yearning. so much. I’m projecting.

WIP Playlist. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but it's been promised to another

A selected list of fics from my AO3 account. It’s gay.

I drowned a long time ago. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love. He’s devoted. Serial Killer AU.

Maaaring bang magkunwaring akin ka pa? A Tagalog Haikyuu fic based on the movie, Camp Sawi.

Marupok na puso ko. A Tagalog Haikyuu fic where they do the Filipino thing and get drunk.

My good puppy. My first try at writing smut. Jesus Christ.

Be my mistake. Where Kuroo Tetsurou calls up Tsukishima Kei one last time.

Make it hurt. The two times Atsumu Miya saw the entire universe behind Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes.

I still have a lot of stories that I hope to finish, I find it hard to discard or erase story ideas. So I hope one day, you can all watch me finish this list.

We Don’t Belong Here / Viva La Filipinas / Luna De Sangre Conspiracy / Lilith and Lysander’s Guide To Immortal Godparents / Lonely Hearts Club / A Lady’s Guide to Princes and Principles / Attack Block / Empty Thrones /  A Double Take / Stupid Cupid / Idle Town / Alice? / The 30 Day Deal / Lost Stars / The Apocalypse Program / Heartstrings  / Disastrously Danae

[rinasred]

Night falls, I'm cast beneath her spell.

An hournite fic -

Summary: Rick has been engaging with a mystery girl online, he hopes that she reveals herself to be his long time crush beth... maybe he gets what he's hoping for. <3

read on AO3

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Rick had always been good at keeping things to himself. He never understood how some people can go around telling others every aspect of their own lives. He was especially that way in school and on social media. His classmates knew absolutely nothing about him, if you asked them they'd probably just say he's the angry kid with the drunken dad (of course no one knew he’s actually his uncle). Or recently they'll mention how he hangs out with those weird girls all the time, meaning Beth, Yolanda and Courtney. But that's about all the knowledge Rick's peers have about him.

Sitting on his bed rick scrolls through his Instagram feed, where he keeps himself anonymous. A noise comes from his phone to show that he has a notification. It's a message, and there's only one person it can be from. He checks it to see that it's from a user by the name of BubblyGirl04. A grin comes across Rick's face as he reads the notification. Rick and this girl have been messaging non stop for the past months, they've been talking even before he found out about hourman and the JSA.

With a giant smile on his face Rick opens the message to see an image attached, it's a photo of delicious looking pasta. Under it the mystery girl wrote.

Bubblygirl04: So... What do you think? Do i just get better or what?

YellowMustang: It looks amazing, my mouth is actually watering up... And to answer your question, yes, you do in fact get better.

Bubblygirl04: Thanks!! You're too sweet for you own good!! <3

Rick looks up from his phone, his face heats up as his cheeks turn a reddish color. Luckily he was alone in his room, he would die if anyone caught him blushing the way he is now.

BubblyGirl04: So tell me, do you think that i should join the cooking class at our school? I don't want that to make it easier for you to figure me out.

YellowMustang: Join as you please, I don't think the cooking instructor will see you coming. She's probably gonna have to call up Gordon Ramsay to our school.

YellowMustang: Alsoooo... What's so scary about me figuring out who you are??

Bubblygirl04: Lmaoo Gordon Ramsay? No i definitely can't handle the pressure of him tasting my food, i would go into anxiety overload. And we talked about this, I don't think i'm ready to reveal who i am... Not quite yet anyway.. sorry :(

Just like that, he could feel his heart sink in his chest. Like blades being pulled out of it, he would always suggests that she tells him who she is, but she never seems to be ready. But Rick could understand, he wasn't sure if he was ready to reveal himself to her yet. He would never admit it but he was afraid she'd be disappointed. She's sweet, smart, talented and funny, he couldn't imagine losing her because he wasn't good enough.

Yellowmustang: Yeah ok, don't be sorry, i understand.. it's just.. sometimes i wish we could be something real.

Bubblygirl04: We are real?? Are we not??? We talk everyday, and we tell each other everything about our lives?

Yellowmustang: ... It's not real until i get to hold you... It's not real until i get to whisper in you ear that you're mine..

-read-

Rick's mind made up so many situations as to why she didn't reply, it's been forty minutes since he had sent the text and still, nothing. He lays down on his bed with both palms covering his face. He groans when the thought of his message comes across his mind. He wonders if he should get up and do something to distract himself, but honestly nothing can really take him mind of this girl.

A ping can be heard from his phone, Rick jumps up and sees the phone laying at the bottom of his bed. He chuckles with the hope that it's a text from the mystery girl. Leaning forward he grabs the phone and checks the notification. The banner across his phone reads "JSA GC". It was from the imessage group chat that him and the girls made a few weeks back. His excitement toned down when he realized it wasn't from the girl he had hoped.

Courtney: Rick!! WTF!?!??! You're like super late, where are you??!?!

Yolanda: Relax Court, i'm sure he's just held up... Rick we need you here, pat has a whole thing set up for us... You know how he is.

Rick: Sorry, i had something come up. But i'm on my way.

Rick sends the text and quickly gets up and puts on his shoes. He puts his hoodie on and rushes out the door. He knew that if he were any later, he would never hear the end of it from Courtney. He gets in his yellow mustang that belonged to his father, thanks to pat it's now a working engine. Driving to the Pit stop where the group is, Rick couldn't help but ponder on everything that happened with the mystery girl. But he knew he couldn't think about that at practice, he needed to have his full attention on practicing, the injustice society was still out there somewhere and they needed to be stopped.

Arriving at the pit stop entrance Rick is approached by Courtney immediately.

"What the hell rick? It took you long enough, doesn't taking down the ISA mean anything to you?" Courtney lectures.

"Yeah of course it does you know that, i just.. got caught up in something but it's fine now."

Yolanda walks towards Rick as she stands besides Courtney. "You okay rick?" Yolanda questions. She looks at Rick with a sincere concerned look, she could tell something had been bothering him.

Rick pretends not to notice her concern. "Yeah, i'm fine. Can we just get started already." He says while walking further into the pit stop. He notices Pat has dummies of the ISA up again, well at least they aren't as cheesy looking as the ones Courtney destroyed. There are around four cpr dummies on sticks decorated with makeup and costumes resembling the ISA members. Wow, is this what pat spends all his free time doing? Rick thought.

"Rick! Good to see you buddy. Alright now that we're all here, i'll tell you what we're going to be studying today." Pat stated to the four teens as they stand in front of the bleachers awaiting his instructions.

While Pat was rambling on about teamwork and it's important on the field, Rick zoned out after noticing Beth. Something was different, her hair wasn't down as it usually it, it was braided down into crown braids. Rick stared in awe as she shyly looked at Pat while paying close attention to what he was saying, she cared so much about these missions and never missed a single practice. Rick admired her efficiency, he admired her everything.

"Alright so today we're going to be focusing on how your abilities work together on the field. So we will start off with each of you being paired with one another and we'll see how you can use your powers to help each other out. Then we'll do one last practice with all four of you, got it?" Pat explained.

"Got it." The three girls say in unison.

"O-oh, yeah got it." Rick says shortly after them once he's focus is back on pat and off of beth.

Pat sets the dummy of icicle in the center of the room. "Alright first we need Courtney and Yolanda, let's see how stargirl and wildcat can work together to beat icicle." Pat states.

Courtney picks up the cosmic staff from beside her feet, she gets in a fighting stance. "Alright, i was born for this." She lets out eagerly.

"Uhh, Yeah me too!" Yolanda adds on.

"Okay let's go, and while we're practicing, Rick and Beth you guys can wait on the bleachers until it's your turn." Pat explains.

Beth goes to seat in the middle of the bleachers and sits down before taking out her phone and staring at it longingly. Rick's eyes follow her as he can't help but to gaze at her.

"Gee, i get lectured for being late only to be benched? Quite a team we have going here." Rick complains sarcastically before walking to sit next to beth, his legs began to rush because of his excitement of finally be able to be with her all day but he tries to slow down as to not seem too eager.

Booms and zaps can be heard as Courtney and Yolanda practice on the dummies. As always Courtney is complimenting herself after every success and Yolanda is just excited to put use of all the amazing things her cat suit can do. Rick watches them practice for a second before turning to Beth, she still had a sorrowful look on her face as she stared at her phone.

Rick notices she hasn't said a word to him all day, which was unusual of Beth, she's usually the first to initiate every conversation. She didn't ask anyone how their days were or talk about all the amazing things her and chuck talked about, nothing.

Taking a deep breath Rick tries to think of something to say to break the silence. "So... How are you beth?" He asks, sliding closer to her on the bench.

Beth looks up from her phone and towards Rick, their eyes meet. Rick heart begins to beat out of his chest as he glanced into her honey brown eyes.

"Oh hi rick.." Beth says looking up from her phone. "I'm fine... Super excited for practice.. How about you?" Beth says, not sounding like her normal chipper self.

Rick couldn't help but think back to the mystery girl, because for a while he had hoped beth would reveal that she was behind the account. It made sense, both beth and the mystery girl had so much in common. They both are have no siblings, they have distant parents and not to mention their talent for cooking and baking. But Rick thought he was just getting his hopes up, he felt as if he let his existing crush on beth cloud his judgement.

Even though Rick really liked this mystery girl, his heart belonged to beth since the first grade. Ever since she was the only one to remember his birthday (rick's asshat of an uncle was too drunk to bother remembering). She brought him in cupcakes that she made herself, they were chocolate and fudge, with vanilla frosting and the words "happy b day rick" written on top in green frosting. Him and Beth sat together at recces that day and at the cupcakes on the bench.

Rick was never the type to remember specific details, but he could easily go on about the gorgeous blue sundress beth wore that day, he remembered her telling him she wanted to wear something special for his big day. She sang him happy birthday in the most beautiful harmony. He never forgot how beautiful she sounded, even when the teachers couldn't bother to do something for his birthday, he knew he could always count on beth.

"I'm okay i guess." Rick responds fidgeting in his seat.

"Well thats good to hear." Beth says going to look back at her phone.

Rick notices how often she had been staring at her phone screen today, which was fairly unusual. Beth was never the type to use her phone during conversations. "You waiting on a text?" Rick suggests, hoping to get some type of explanation out of her.

Beth jumps and quickly puts her phone away upon hearing those words. "No, it's nothing i was just thinking about something a friend of mine sent me." She says vaguely, turning her vision to rick finally.

He could tell something was wrong, he knew her better than he knew himself. "Hey, how about we let wildcat and stargirl do their thing in here, and go get some fresh air while we wait for our turn." Rick suggests, hoping to get some alone time with beth for the first time today.

"Sure! I could use a breath of fresh air." Beth responds, getting up and walking towards the exist, rick follows behind her.

The summer sun rays touch Rick's skin, the heat was really starting to come in now that summer has officially started. He smiled and watched as beth took off her cardigan and tied it around her waist.

"So, umm beth... I think i have something that i want to ask you, i mean i have been wanting to ask you about this for some time, but i was a little too embarrassed in case you'd say no and it's well its a lot-" Rick rambled on, preparing himself for what he was about to ask, he couldn't believe he had finally gained the courage to do so.

Beth walk closer to rick, placing her hand gently on his arm to calm his nerves. "What is it rick? You know you can tell me anything!" She reassures him.

He did know, thats what made her so amazing. "Beth... I have feelings for you." Rick admits.

For a second it felt like time had stopped as rick glanced at beth's precious face to see her reaction to his words. She gapes her mouth and her eyes widen in shock. He soft hold on Rick's arm becomes a soft grip.

"You... have feelings for me?" Beth asks rhetorically. Rick nods his head in responds, he slightly pouts, afraid of what she might say next.

"Do you feel the same way?" He asks. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, his palms were dripping with sweat. He felt as if he could faint any second.

Beth eyes light up, her shocked expression turns into a grin. "Oh my god- RICK!?!? OF COURSE I LIKE YOU!" She shouts as she rushes in for a hug.

The warmth of Beth affection calms Rick down immanently, a grin as bright as the sun comes across rick's face as he sighs out of relief. They embrace each other for some time, not even realizing how much time had passed.

Once the hugs ends, beth lays her hands on rick's shoulders, as he grabs her waist slighting to bring her closer to his height. Rick's heart flutters as he stares into beth's eyes, he would always catch glances of her eyes when they hung out, but he was always to shut to look into them for too long. But not today, he felt like he could stare into her eyes forever, looking at her had always made him feel safe.

Rick couldn't even think about the mystery girl, whoever she was, if she wasn't beth, it didn't matter to him.

"Can i confess something to you Rick?" Beth questions, with a look of concern in her eyes.

"You can tell me anything, beth." Rick replies, he knew that she couldn't say anything that would dim his happiness. The girl of his dreams had just admitted to having feelings for him too, this moment was too special to be ruined.

"Well, i've kind of been having a thing with this guy-" Beth begins, those words sank Rick's heart. He never experienced such intense jealousy in his life, the euphoria he felt had slowly began to fade away as he listened to beth speak.

"And well we met online and never actually talked in person, in fact i'm not exactly sure who he is. And I don't know if i'm gonna keep talking to him, because... whenever i talk to him, i've always imagined you." Beth lets out.

Rick's joy comes rushing back upon hearing the end of beth's sentence. She imagined him, even when she talked to other guys, he always dreamed of being on her mind as much as she was on his. Then slowly, rick's logic comes into play when he ponders upon beth's situation with this guy.

He thought back to how he was in an exact similar situation but with a girl, could it be? After all this time imagining beth, could it actually be that Rick was right.

Before he could even think of the words to say in response to beth's confession, rick leans in his lips brushed her, delicately. The warmth from her lips caused rick to shiver as he cupped the back of her neck with his right hand.

After a while, when the kiss is over, rick dazedly stared into beth's eyes again. She stared back, her face surprised but pleased with Rick's response.

"Hey beth." He says.

"Yes?" She replies.

Rick leans into her ear and whispers, "You're mine." He could feel beth freeze up upon hearing him speak those words, just like that it clicked to her as well. "Now it's real." He says finally.

[recurring-polynya]

I hoped you would reblog that! :3 A fic after Aizen arc, where Ichigo DOES NOT lose his powers, and seireitei is in full party mode. Someone asks where Rukia is. Renji's like "she went to get snacks". and Orihime, tipsy as hell, just blurts out "Of course you know where she is! You're so cute together!!" and everyone is either like "yeah true" or "WAIT SINCE WHEN?". aka the dorks get peer pressured into realizing they should date already By Everyone. Feat. Women's Society paparazzi.

Hey, so you know how always spend a ton of time on my really long fics and don’t post them until I’m all the way done so that I can make everything internally consistent, etc, etc? What would it look like, as your therapist would say, if I just wrote some nonsense and posted it? And if I feel like writing more chapters later, maybe I will? To post something with a 1/? Also, what if was Canon, Never Heard of Her? and also full of things that do absolutely do not belong in Soul Society (like potato salad?) What would that look like?

Anyway, here you go @unohanadaydreams. I’m sorry it took me so long to do this and also I also messed up your prompt a bunch (I figure that everyone knows how bad Renji has it for Rukia and wouldn’t rag him about it, so I switched ‘em), but I think I captured the spirit of it, along with the spirit of that filler episode where everyone makes movies.

Enough! Enough intro! Here it is!

Heroes of the Hueco Mundo Invasion – In Love!!

“HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOO, SQUAD 10!” Inoue Orihime yodeled, flinging herself into the courtyard, where a barbeque of epic proportions was gearing up.

“Orihime!” Matsumoto screamed.

“YO!” Kurosaki Ichigo announced, stumbling in behind her, arms raised victoriously. “What has two thumbs and just saved Soul Society?”

“This guy!” Orihime squealed, trying to point her thumbs at Ichigo as he also tried to point his thumbs at himself.

Ichigo squinted at the hands waving around his general vicinity. “How many thumbs do I have? Hey, hey, Ishida?! Did I grow any extra arms while I was fighting Aizen?”

Sado Yasutora suddenly plunged through the gate behind them panting and out of breath.

“Are you two drunk?” Captain Hitsugaya demanded.

“My new best friend Captain Doctor Unohana Retsu gave me the good stuff, because I am the Hero of Three Worlds, possibly Four,” Ichigo explained. 

“Painkillers,” Chad gasped. “He’s on a very high dose of painkillers. It’s…okay… I'm… keeping an eye on him. He’s still really fast, though.”

“What about Orihime?” Rukia demanded, from where she was trying to sculpt a bowl of potato salad into a diorama of herself defeating Rudabone. Or possibly Chappy. “She wasn’t even hurt.”

“She was very nervous about Kurosaki,” Uryuu explained, sauntering up next to Chad. “So Lieutenant Kotetsu gave her some of Captain Unohana’s home-brewed ginger beer, which was… allegedly non-alcoholic?”

“I feel so powerful right now!” Orihime chimed in. “Like my body is filled with thousands of dubstepping bees!”

“I literally cannot feel any part of my body, right now,” Ichigo chipped in, “but at least I didn’t lose my Soul Reaper powers while performing the Final Getsuga, like some sort of contrived plot hook.”

“Why is it called the Final Getsuga, then?” Orihime asked.

“Beats me!” Ichigo hooted.

“It’s because Europe had just released ‘The Final Countdown’ when I invented it, and that song slaps!” Isshin shouted from somewhere near the kegs.

“DAD!” Ichigo shouted. “Dad, I have something to tell you! Also, Rukia, you are like my other dad, if I had two dads!”

“I am not,” Rukia protested.

“Maybe Byakuya is like my other dad, then, which would make you my sister.”

“I am definitely not,” Byakuya protested. (Did you, gentle reader, think that Byakuya would not attend one of Squad 10’s infamous keggers on the occasion of Aizen’s defeat? You were incorrect. Byakuya is a great fan of Matsumoto’s guac.)

“Listen, Dads,” Ichigo insisted. “I defeated Aizen and I think that definitely means I should get to borrow the car on Saturday, but also, Orihime proposed to me and I said yes , we are now engaged to go to the movies the next weekend that we are back home. Which is why I need the car, you see.”

Orihime dabbed.

“My precious son, I am so proud of you!” Isshin announced, throwing his arms wide. “But you can take the bus to the movies like a normal teenager.”

“Way to go, Orihime!” Rukia congratulated, abandoning her potato salad to perform an elaborate handshake/high-five routine with Orihime.

“This is so exciiiiitiiiiiing!” Matsumoto wailed. 

Ise Nanao sidled up to Kusajishi Yachiru. “Madam President,” the Vice-President of the Shinigami Women’s Association intoned gravely. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?”

Hisagi Shuuhei sidled up to the other side of Kusajishi Yachiru. “Are you thinking about a special Seireitei Bulletin feature, presented in cooperation with the Shinigami Women’s Association–”

“–'Heroes of the Hueco Mundo Invasion – In Love!!’” Nanao and Hisagi chorused in unison.

Yachiru blinked. To be honest, she had mostly been thinking about the red bean dumplings she knew Captain Hitsugaya had hidden somewhere earlier, and had not been paying much attention to any of the goings-on up until this point. This may seem to stretch belief, but you have to understand, gentle reader, that this amount of shouting represented a pretty typical day at Squad 11.

Yachiru bounded up to the former ryouka. “Hey, Pencil!” she demanded. “Are you and Muscles dating?”

“Chad!” Ichigo yelped, grabbing at his own hair. “You sneaky person!”

“Uryuu!” Orihime gawped, clapping her hands over her cheeks. “You sly dog!”

“No,” Uryuu corrected stiffly.

“You are mistaken,” Chad added.

“He’s way out of my league,” they said at the same time.

There was a long silence.

Uryuu looked up at Chad out of the corner of his eye.

Chad looked down at Uryuu out of the corner of his eye.

Ichigo was making tiny, excited claps.

Orihime was bouncing.

“Doooooo iiiiiiiiittttttt,” Captain Kyouraku said out of the side of his mouth, pretending like nobody could tell it was him. Everybody could tell it was him.

Rukia straightened up to her full height. “Do it, you dorkuses. The Women’s Association will pay for it. If these two dummies can get their act together, you haven’t got any excuse.” She glanced over at Ichigo and Orihime, who were gazing longingly at one another, and promptly did a horrified double take. 

“Errr…” Uryuu waffled.

“I understand if you’re uncomfortable participating in a Soul Society-related activity,” Chad offered an easy way out.

Uryuu opened his mouth, looked at Chad, and closed it again slowly. “I’ll take their money and waste it frivolously. That is within my moral code.”

“YAYYYYY!” Orihime squealed. “Triple date! Can I be an honorary member of the Shinigami Women’s Association?”

“What do you mean, 'triple date’?” Rukia tried to interrupt.

“Yes,” Nanao proclaimed. “But it will be three separate dates, covered as a three-part series.”

“In the World of the Living,” Shuuhei broke in. “The readers are crazy-go-nuts for the World of the Living.”

“Who is the third couple?” Rukia pressed.

“Genius,” Nanao threw a finger gun at Shuuhei. “Matsumoto, you’ll do host segments? Pre- and post-date interviews and such?”

“Give me a clothing budget and you’ve got a deal” Matsumoto agreed.

“WHO! IS! THE! THIRD! COUPLE?!” Rukia demanded.

“You and Renji, obviously,” Orihime replied. “You two are sooooo cute together! I bet your readers would love that, wouldn’t they, Lieutenant Hisagi? If Rukia and Renji went on a date in the World of the Living? Rukia’s like a princess or something here, right?”

“They will go apeshit , Hisagi replied breathlessly. "You have to understand that Abarai is actual very well-known among the Bulletin readership for his incredibly popular column, 'Let’s Do Shikai!!’ This is essentially the Soul Society equivalent of David Beckham marrying Posh Spice.”

“I…. don’t know who that is,” Rukia stammered.

“How do you know who those people are?” Uryuu asked, perplexed.

“I read Living World newspapers,” Hisagi excused with a shrug.

“Rukia, do you have something to tell me?” Byakuya frowned.

“No!” Rukia yelped. “I’m not dating Renji! I have no interest in going on a date with Renji, even though he consistently moves Heaven and Earth for me and we have really similar taste in craft beers and he’s objectively, like, smoking hot. I refuse to go on a date with Renji. Don’t ask me any more questions.”

“Where is Renji, anyway?” Ichigo frowned. “I don’t hear him shouting, so he must not be here.”

“He went to go pick up a bunch of snacks for Matsumoto because he’s a sucker and I’m sure he stopped off to trade out his sunglasses for polarized ones because he says they’re better for late afternoon glare,” Rukia excused very quickly.

“Rukia,” Ichigo noted, suddenly sounding a lot more sober. “Listen to yourself.”

“Soooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuute!” Orihime repeated, exaggerating her lip movements.

“She’s not wrong,” Uryuu pointed out.

Chad did Big Shrug Arms and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the man in question strode into the courtyard, carrying several grocery bags and wearing a pair of polarized sunnies. “Hey, party people!” Renji greeted cheerfully, somehow managing to hold four overstuffed grocery bags in one arm while he fished something out of one of them. “Why’s everyone so quiet?”

“Hey, Abarai, will you do me a big favor?” Hisagi asked innocently.

“Yeah, sure,” Renji agreed. He found whatever he was looking for. “Oi, Ruki-Ruki,” he called, tossing a small paper packet to Rukia. “They had those melon-flavored gummy salamanders you like when you get hammered.”

Rukia caught them easily, her cheeks flaming red.

“'Ruki-Ruki’?” Ichigo mouthed to her, making the most judgemental face he could manage under the influence of Unohana’s Special Sauce.

“So, what’s can I do you for, Shuuhei?” Renji asked, trying to find an empty spot to deposit his bags.

Shuuhei told him.

“Oh,” said Renji. He looked over at Rukia, who managed an awkward, sheepish half-smile as she clutched her candies. “Well, shit.”

[janiedean]

I'm at the bottom of my bed, dying of flu. Can I have cute J/B family with children headcanons? That'd be my dying wish.

aw sorry anon I hope you get better soon! that said:

when they’re having the first one they both spend the months leading up to it fretting a whole damned lot because she worries about being unfit for it and he’d worry about either turning out like his father or he’d freak out about actually being able to acknowledge them

the moment brienne grasps that she makes sure he gets to feel the baby kick whenever there’s a chance to

they both secretly hope the first kid has the other’s eyes because you know they would

they would have a lot of pregnant sex

the moment brienne tells him he gets a moment of ‘oh so I have to change rooms’ before realizing he doesn’t have to and brienne spends the entire evening tearing down some practice dummy because she hates that he would have that in his first reactions to the news

I vote that the first is a girl and they 100% name her catelyn not because I’m a stan but a) she brought them together, b) if I’m right about brienne killing ls to save his neck she’d feel guilty about that, c) jaime would feel guilty about his family’s role in her death nvm that he did want to keep her oath so they’d see it as paying their respects imvho

a few months after the birth brienne can absolutely brag to any noblewoman side-eyeing her like ‘oh your husband never even cared for your firstborn until they were four? mine takes turns to check on her in the night with me :)))’

when the other kids are born they don’t fret as much also because meanwhile they got the gist of it

I stand by what I wrote in that fic once where she went off doing knightly business for the crown once in a while when he stays on tarth with the children and absolutely thrives doing that

he’s 100% the fun parent and brienne gives up on her kids not swearing before the age of eight very soon

if he grows out his hair again you 100% bet brienne is put in charge of braiding his and any of her female daughters’ at some point you will take family braiding nights away from me

since I like them having three kids for symmetry but reversed (ie two girls/one boy) the make kid absolutely ends up helping brienne out during the braiding nights because like hell he cares for that nonsense on himself but it’s fun

(for male kids when it comes to those two when it comes to names I prefer duncan or after her father for reasons so take whichever, for an eventual second girl tbh these days I like to think they’d pick some name that’s not after anyone else and that they’d just... like you know, though if they name the male one after selwyn then I like the idea of the last girl being rohanne XD)

also the male kid turns out having taken after his uncle so tyrion is absolutely delighted to have him over at casterly and he’s even more delighted that finally he has a nephew he can gift books to knowing they’ll actually get read

re what the girls end up doing I vote that catelyn the second is the kind who liked to occasionally spar but also liked embroidering so she’s good at defending herself but never got that much into swordfights beyond that so she ends up getting the best of both worlds and brienne has a lot of ‘oh she’s everything I hoped I could be once’ moments to which jaime goes like ‘wench sorry you are both a knight and a lady deal with it’, rohanne instead would be 100% down with the knighting business and when she hears that her mom said she’d never marry anyone she could best she goes like OH I LIKE THAT ME TOO

(ofc both jaime and brienne give her their blessings)

(she ends up losing on purpose to whoever she decides she wants to marry bc given who are her parents she’s really damn good and she also inherits both valyrian steel swords bc her siblings don’t want them OOOOPS)

at some point all those kids will go through some nice let’s say fuck it to gender roles experiences and they get the same education in the sense that they all learn the same necessary things (ie they all learn to sew and use a sword at least enough to be somewhat proficient tho they’re not pushed to go further if they don’t like it, if one of them doesn’t care for singing lessons they’re spared from them bc they’re useless but not from history lessons because that’s important and so on)

while brienne’s out doing knightly things jaime and selwyn absolutely have a lot of nice times together and jaime’s like at least someone who actually was a good parent is around while selwyn’s like ‘tywin was an asshole but it’s good to know you’re nowhere like him regardless of how much you’re worrying’

;) I went for canon but if you wanted modern au we can consider XD have fun!