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bluviddes · 2 years
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Serenity 🕊️~♡
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I just think it's special that Rooster and Hangman have kind of equal and parallel journeys in terms of character + flying development over the course of the film. What I mean is that their big individual triumphant moments in the narrative use their piloting choices to reflect emotional development. The film shows us from the start that they each have a Big Flaw--and the finale shows them overcoming these flaws.
Not only that, but the narrative uses their dynamic to introduce these individual shortcomings to us, the audience. Their first on screen conversation with each other is how we learn about their Big Flaws in the first place. Because of their relationship and the way they interact, we know how Rooster and Hangman are going to fly before we ever see them in the air.
For Rooster, it's "snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment...that never comes.” We hear this over and over again, from both Hangman and Maverick–"Now you got it, don't think, just do." "Rooster, you got him, drop down and take the shot!" "Too late, had your chance.” "...same old Rooster." "You're not. flying. fast enough. You don't have a second to waste." This is Rooster’s Big Flaw–he doesn’t trust himself. He flies too slow, and he’s too careful, too hesitant in moments when he needs to believe in his abilities and let instinct take over. This is what Maverick and Hangman are trying to pound into his head the whoooole time. 
And then he’s on the mission, and Fanboy’s laser doesn’t work. And instead of waiting, well: "There's no time, I'm dropping blind." "Bullseye bullseye bullseye!"
This moment is HUGE for him. Fanboy is literally telling him to wait so he can line it up, and maybe a prior Rooster would have done that, but this Rooster has finally learned that he gets one chance and he has to take the shot that's in front of him. [Cue Hangman cheering.] The decision he makes as a pilot in this moment shows that he's learned what Maverick and Hangman were trying to teach him and that he's grown emotionally. He's more sure of himself now–he was always capable of taking the shot, but now he actually trusts himself to do it.
And then we have Hangman, Bagman, Mr. "Where's he going?" "That's why we call him Hangman, he'll always hang you out to dry." "Leaving your wingman, there's a strategy I haven't seen in a while." He's not a good team player; he flies solo both literally and metaphorically. We hear this over and over again, especially from Rooster–"Watch your back, Phoenix." "You put your team in danger and your wingman's dead." Hangman’s response? “They couldn't keep up." (And I can't stop thinking about "Hangman, the only place you'll lead anyone is an early grave." There's so much history there, and so much belief from Rooster that Hangman is Not a person to depend on in a moment of crisis.)
But then, Hangman’s ultimate moment of triumph is that he refuses to leave Maverick and Rooster hanging, that he is the one person who has their backs in a moment of crisis. We see exactly how concerned he is while waiting on the carrier, and we see him ASK to go engage in the fight to fly cover for his squad when the bandits aren’t even attacking anyone yet!! Like I could seriously cry about "Dagger spare, request permission to launch and fly air cover." Because he is specifically asking so that Rooster can go back and get Mav, something that we know is completely at odds with his Big Flaw. And then we see him presumably disobey orders to show up and save Maverick and Rooster's lives anyway. He learned from Maverick and Rooster–he's part of a team now, those are his wingmen out there, and he's not leaving them behind. 
So the film uses their big triumphant moments in the air to show Rooster and Hangman overcoming their respective flaws. It’s part of what makes the action of the finale so fucking good, because while yes, it is very satisfying action on its own, it’s also rooted in their character development. We’re not just happy that Rooster made the shot, we’re happy because Rooster making the shot means something about him. We’re happy that Hangman is the one to come through for Rooster and Mav because that means something about him and his growth.
The most iconic part is that the traits they each needed to adopt belonged to the other. Rooster is set up from the start as the pilot who won’t leave his wingman, even when it’s gonna cost him–“Should be us down there.” “But it’s not. And now you know a little something about Rooster.” This is the exact thing Hangman struggles with, and it’s what he overcomes to have his moment of triumph. Meanwhile Hangman is set up as the one who flies by instinct–”Yeah, you’re good, I’ll give you that.” He flies fast, he doesn’t overthink, and above all, he trusts himself as a pilot. This is the exact thing Rooster struggles with, and it’s what he has to overcome to have his moment of triumph. 
The fact that the two of them have parallel arcs like this? The fact that they both learn to be better, more complete pilots by adopting the strength that comes naturally to the other?
I just think that's beautiful.
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electrozeistyking · 1 month
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So dear zeistyking you have been my inspo as well as other creators to bring out my best work on tumblr as a sign of gratitude I made you this of your monster N au i really hope you will like it
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This was made in gacha life 2
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The two characters apart
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And ofcours how long it took I really hope you like this
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marymekpop · 1 year
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you and I, the intersection & union of two universes  
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misalignedorbit · 3 months
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Drew Uzi with a mouse in a drawing game called Scribble It. There are no such thing as layers here, but looks like my suffering was worth it.
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brokenbackmountain · 26 days
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How we feeling about mommy xianyunnnnn
OPENED THIS RIGHR AFTER I GOT NAHIDA LMAO😭😭 it's ok. i'll get xianyun in her rerun maybe. her design is nice i wish i liked her playstyle more
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luceetheelephant · 2 years
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SDV Alex Headcanons!!
So I never really planned on doing any hcs for the guys after finishing with the bachelorettes, buttttt I changed my mind. So, without any further ado, here’s Alex! Alex actually ended up being my first best friend when I started playing stardew, so he has a special place in my heart
🏈🍦🐾🍪🥩
Alex is really muscular from all the grindball training and as it turns out, it’s really useful for baking bread. Evelyn usually has him help out in the kitchen, and thanks to that he’s become a dough-kneading expert
That’s probably how Alex got into the habit of baking bread whenever he’s stressed too. It’s oddly soothing.
Alex couldn’t stay up late if it killed him. This man is knocked out by 11pm sharp. You could pour ice cold water down his face and he’d still sleep through it. It’s both impressive and horrifying.
“I may not be the brightest tool in the shed but…”
listens to oldies music!! He has a lot more songs memorized than he’d care to admit. Evelyn always has Frank Sinatra or Doris Day playing in the background somewhere, so they’ve really been incorporated into Alex’s life
terrible at drawing. His stick figures could be outshone by an infant.
Although Alex isn’t a fan of books, he loves listening to stories. One of his favorite things growing up was listening to Evelyn recall all her childhood stories, or have George tell his dangerous journeys in the mines from before the incident
Stories about his mother were the most cherished though.
after a recommendation from Penny, Alex discovers that he loves audiobooks too
While working out he’s the kind to listen to whatever novel comes up regardless of genre, but his favorites are definitely sports fiction. He probably enjoys contemporary romances too
Really soft hair!! He gets his conditioner recommendations from Haley and she really knows her stuff. He’s very proud of his hair
A hugger! Alex’s hugs are the kind that knock the wind out of you because they’re so sudden and tight, but they make you forget about all your worries. Even if just for a moment
He’s a terrible liar. What makes it worse though is that he actually believes he’s pulling it off
At first Alex set up the ice-cream cart to make some extra cash during the summer, but he never makes any real profit because he keeps giving away free ice cream to jas and vincent
He also eats most of the ice-cream himself when he gets bored :’)
He's a massive flirt and the kind to revert back any teasing that comes his way, so it’s very hard to get him embarrassed. But when he does, he goes bright red and completely silent. A sight to behold.
Alex and Haley are close friends, and he knows that she really misses her parents during the holidays (whether Haley’d actually admit it or not). So Alex always invites her and Emily to have dinner as a family with his grandparents. They never skip a year.
Although Alex hates the winter, one thing he looks forward to are the snowball fights. You’d have to be careful walking around town, because a snowball could come flying at any time
He also has a lot of surprising skills! For example, after getting his clothes torn from playing outside nearly everyday as a kid (and even now), Evelyn taught him to stitch up rips so that she wouldn’t have to keep doing it herself. Although he’d never have the patience for embroidery, he could mend clothes with his eyes closed
He’s a decent cook too! Through helping out Evelyn with dinner over the years, he picked up on a lot of tips and recipes without even knowing it
At some point he even helps out Penny when she offhandedly mentions a dish she was struggling with
Alex cannot keep a secret to save his life. It’s not that he actually means to expose anyone. but sometimes it just comes out. or he forgets that something’s meant to be a secret at all
He’s friends with Robin! After coming across her chopping wood in Cindersap forest, he offered to help out since it’d be a good arm workout. They ended up chatting and since then, she offers to pay him for chopping wood whenever she’s too busy with a project.
Alex never accepts the money though
Really sucks at video games lol. All madness and no method w the controller
Like he does with his mother’s music box, Alex is the type to collect and cherish any reminder of those he cares about. He has birthday cards, photographs, video tapes, etc, all tucked away somewhere safe
He also has an empty bottle of his mothers old perfume hidden away. It’s the only thing of hers he has left, other than the music box
Chicken scratch handwriting. He’s usually in too much of a hurry to try and make words legible. but the result is that if you asked him to translate, he’d probably struggle too :’)
He refers to Dusty as his best friend, and it’s true. Alex relates a lot to the old dog, and often shares his thoughts and secrets whenever they have a quiet moment together. He knows that no matter what, no matter what he struggles with or fails at, Dusty would always jump up with excitement whenever he sees Alex
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a-deadkid · 2 years
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morpheus, lord of dreams
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(please do not repost or use without permission!)
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dilfsdotnet · 2 years
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me when i'm
(rbs appreciated ^_^)
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spamagotchi · 1 year
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happy (late) halloween!!
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i'm sorry for spamming the blog with darnrey, it will happen again. -🩴
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bangers2 · 9 days
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Cafuné - Little Broken Part
From Least Coast / Little Broken Part - Single (2018)
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kittybeansbarnes · 5 months
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Long way home
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Warnings: Angst, fluff, ex-friends to lovers??
Word count:3.6k🫣
A/n: So this was originally a piece I wrote for someone who wanted some college Bucky fic with this 5sos song and I wrote it for them (albeit late😅) but I couldn’t find their post again sooooo idk what to do. Hopefully they run into this. I feel like I kind of drifted from the song but you know.😭 not really anything Christmas specific in this because like the next holiday is Halloween and then thanksgiving (if you’re from the US) so like😋 Anyway I hope y’all enjoy. Beta’d by @soorwellystan ofc😝🫶🏻
Pairing: College!bucky x reader
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You wonder if he still remembers.
How much fun you used to have as kids. Not caring about parties or sex. You suppose that’d be too hopeful. You followed him because he asked. By some miracle you both got into the same school but the second a frat accepted him it was like you meant nothing.
Ok maybe you’re exaggerating. What can you say? School got the better of you. It was a constant cycle of studying. You didn’t have time for any of the parties he invited you to the first month, so he stopped. He would also reject any of you invites to hangout out so it didn’t make you feel too bad.
You didn’t think anything of it. Midterms were coming up after all. You had better things to do but it would be a lie if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings.
Eventually the texts became distant and so did your friendship. You made new friends though. Anyway it’s not like ALL forms of contact we’re cut off. There were still summer and winter breaks. It would be a bit hard to avoid him completely considering your parents were best friends. Which is how you ended up in this situation.
Winter break. With the fall semester over you decided to take a break from the heavy class flow and head back home for the winter. It was four hours from your university and the drive wasn’t too bad. That is until there was a knock on your door.
You get up to open it, freezing in shock at the person standing there.
“Bucky?”
He gives you a shy smile way different from his usual cocky one he’s adopted the past two years. “Heyyyy, y/n. Can I come in? I wanted to ask you something.”
The sound of the microwave beeping shakes you from your state of shock.
“Oh I’m, yeah, sure. Come in.” You lead him to the sofa offering him something to drink to which he declines.
You sit in silence for a while before he speaks “look uh. I- my ma mentioned you were headed back home for the break and I was wondering, if it’s possible- and you could totally say no, if I can hitch a ride with you.”
You stare at him for a bit. Not knowing how to respond.
“Don’t you have a car” your words shock you both
“Oh um, it’s in the shop” he lies not wanting to tell you about the girl who keyed it and slashed his tires after he drunkenly promised her a date and forgot. He knows you don’t agree with his “playboy” ways having made some snide remarks last Christmas “Look you know I wouldn’t ask if I had another choice.”
You interrupt him with a scoff and sarcastic smile “yeah, I know. Trust me”
A hurt look coming across his face “that’s not what I meant and you- look can i get a ride with you or not. My ma was really looking forward to seeing me and you’re my only hope for that. So please?”
You sigh, closing your eyes and nodding your head. “Yeah, sure. I leave in 4 days. Should give you enough time to pack, right?”
He does a little cheer before you both get up and lead him to the door. “Thank you, so much. I don’t know how I can repay you.”
“Pay for the gas on the way back and we’ll call it even.”
He chuckles “you got it.” He stands awkwardly at the door outside. Not quite knowing how to say goodbye. He tries to go in for a hug but before he can, you say bye and shut the door.
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The day is finally here and Bucky couldn’t be more nervous. It’s not the fact that he’s finally seeing his family after 5 months or the fact that he’s going back to his hometown. It’s you, or more so sitting in the car for 4 hours with you. He’ll be the first to admit that his feelings for you never fully went away. He tried to fill the void with girls and partying but there will always be a gap in his heart and he’s trying to come to terms with that.
He knows you can never feel the same way about him. Not then and especially not now. Before you only saw him as a friend, your best friend and he was ok with that for a long time but then once you left to university and declined all his invites to parties he realized how unimportant he was to you. He eventually stopped asking and stopped texting you all together once he realized his attempts were futile.
He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t miss you but no one has asked. I mean does occasionally interacting during Christmas count? That’s a yes in his book.
He honestly can’t place where things went wrong. You used to be his best friend. Better than Steve! You even followed him to his dream school. You helped him through so much and stuck by him through his awkward teen boy stage and his first break up. God he remembers that day, he swears you almost exploded when he told you Dot cheated on him.
“WHAT?!?”
“Look it’s not a big deal ok? She just-she didn’t feel the same about me. It’s fine really” he says in a sad voice
“No it’s not fine, Jamie! You don’t deserve that. No one deserves to be cheated on.” You sat on his bed and hugged him. His arms come around you holding you tight and sobbing into your neck
“I don’t know what I did wrong” he cries as your hands soothingly rub his back.
“Oh Jamie. You did nothing wrong honey. Dots just a bitch” he lets out a surprised laugh making you both smile at each other. His stare is full of admiration; it makes your heart skip a few beats.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what Jamie?”
“Make me feel better when I’m sad”
You coo at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m your best friend Jamie. I know you”
A look of disappointment flashes across his face so quickly you think you imagined it
“Yeah- yeah best friends”
He remembers wanting to spill his guts to you that day. Just tell you how he felt and hope to hell you didn’t smack him. Maybe then this car ride wouldn’t be so awkward.
“So um, how have you been?” he asks, you turn your head to look at him and then focus back on the road.
“I’ve been fine, I guess. Lots of school work to complete you know” you clear your throat and shift around nervously in your seat. “W-what about you? How have you been?”
He scratches his neck “um it's been ok, I guess.”
Great conversation skills Bucky. You could win an award. He thinks to himself.
“Are you seeing anyone-”
“How’s your love life-”
You both speak at the same time, Laughing nervously “you could go first” he says
“Oh I was just going to ask if you know, your love life” you trail off, face heating up with embarrassment at the smirk on his face.
“Why? Your plan on asking me out?” He teases making you sputter out
“Um What? I- No! I'm just curious. Can’t I ask an old friend how things are going in that area? I mean geez, bucky I’ve known you my whole life. And you were going to ask me the same question so don’t get all smirky with me James Barnes.” You scold making him laugh
“Ok, Ok i'm sorry. I was just teasing you know. To answer your question there's not really much to tell. Most girls are ok with the whole one night stand thing and the others are always too willing to be with me for the sex and not just for me you know?”
“Oh bucky i'm so sorry, you deserve more than that”
“Meh, its fine honestly. Can’t say it's not fun you know…Anyway what about you?
“No” you laugh “No i'm just too busy you know. Very demanding major and it’s been tough. No one wants to spend time with someone who would rather study than party”
“Oh”
He goes quiet at your unintentional dig. Not realizing what you said you assume he’s just done talking.
“We're here. Can you-”
You blink rapidly when he leaves the car like a fire has been lit under his ass. Your houses being next to each other used to be an advantage in highschool. Now it only means more awkward interactions.
You wouldn't believe 18 years of friendship couldn’t make up for lack of awkwardness during that car ride. You can’t say your heart didn’t break a little when he practically threw himself out of the car. The holidays couldn’t go by faster.
Your parents decided to spend Christmas at the Barnes’ this year much to your disappointment. You were hoping you’d at least have your room to escape to if things get uncomfortable. Putting on your nicest clothes and makeup, you walk down to their house with your parents. It's a Christmas wonderland if you ever saw one. An excited Winnie Barnes opens the door and greets you with a tight hug.
“Oh honey, you look so beautiful!! Come in, Bucky is in the living room” at least that never changed. Winnie Barnes is as comforting as ever. Walking you all into the living area full of Barnes’ and old family friends, she sits you down a little too close next to Bucky who gives you a nervous smile and heads to the kitchen with your mom to check on the food.
Great you think. You greet everyone from your place on the couch. One of Bucky's little nieces comes up to you and gives you a big hug.
“Hi y/n I missed you”
You smile at her and tickle her belly making her laugh “I missed you too Lily. You’ve become such a big girl since I last saw you. Have you got your driver license yet?” You ask, making her laugh “No! Silly I’m only 6. I can’t drive a car”
“Oh my goodness I’m sorry I thought you were 16, you're so tall” you laugh with her. You hear a light chuckle next to you and turn to see Bucky laughing and smiling fondly at you and his niece. You smile back at him, forgetting how blue his eyes are they’re almost like-
“Y/n are you Uncle Bucky's girlfriend.” You choke on your spit head whipping around to stare at the little girl. Not seeing Bucky's sad face at your reaction.
“No, no, no. Me and Bucky are um- friends you know?”
She looks disappointed at this answer but brightens up when she sees Alpine walk into the living room. And runs to chase the cat around the house. There’s a quiet tension between you two now. “I’m gonna um, go help your mom” you stand up quickly and speed walk to the kitchen.
“Hi Mrs. Barnes, do you know where my mom is?”
“Oh sweetie you know you can call me Winnie. I’ve known you since you were a baby. Hell I was there when your mom popped you out.” you both laugh as you walk to the cutting board to help her. “As for your mother she went to go help George and your father with the bonfire” you nod and continue to quietly help her
“What’s going on with you and Bucky ”
You look at her nervously “what do you mean?”
She stops what she’s doing to give you an unamused look. “Honey, like I said I've known you since you were a baby. You two used to be best friends and now you can barely look at eachother.”
You sigh and walk up next to her. She pulls you into and hug and asks you what’s wrong
“I don’t know. It’s like ever since we got to college everything has changed. We don’t talk anymore. Did he tell you that?” Winnie looks shocked at this
“Oh no sweetie what happened?” You just shrug your shoulders because truthfully you don’t know what happened. You thought that your friendship could survive anything.
“You know ever since you were little I always thought you and Bucky would end up together” you pull away from her. Your expression, makes her laugh softly.
“It’s true. That boy was in love with you. The way he looked at you. The way he looks at you. There is no doubt in my mind that you two are meant for eachother. This is just… well I’m not sure but I know things will get better” she says with a comforting smile focusing back on the food. The kitchen goes silent but your mind is in utter chaos. Bucky in love with you?
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The next couple of hours in the barnes house are a bit uncomfortable. Luckily everyone moved outside once the bonfire outside started, leaving you to sit on the couch alone. Just thinking. How could you not notice? Of course he loved you. The boy only spent time with you other than Steve. He was never in a relationship too long and when you would ask why he ended it he would give you some vague answer. Did your cluelessness push him away? Maybe your mind is making things up. If he really loved you, why was it so easy for him to throw away your friendship? You hear footsteps coming your way, pulling you from your thoughts. Lifting your head to see Rebecca standing at the entrance.
“Becca hi When did you get here?” you stand to give her a hug
“Just now, I ask my ma where you were and she told me you were in here sulking over bucky” she wiggles her brows at you, making you scoff and roll your eyes
“I am not sulking over Bucky.” you so are
“Well considering you've almost downed half a bottle of wine alone id beg to differ”
You sigh and offer her the bottle. She takes it and drinks while sitting next to you. “Tell me what's wrong hon. Now I know you and Bucky don't really talk any more so what happened?”
“Did you know that Bucky was in love with me?”
“Yes” she says it as if it was obvious “He’s been in love with you since like middle school” she laughs at your shocked face
“Wait what?”
She rolls her eyes “Honey, Bucky has loved you for so long and I know you have felt the same about him since then too”
“Becca why didn't you say anything?!?”
“Because it's not my place” you rest your head back on the couch taking this information in “well he obviously didn’t love me the way i love him. He let our friendship go so easily”
Rebecca snorts “Honey, he would call me almost everyday crying about how much he missed you. None of this has been easy on him or you but you both had things to do and lives to live. It's normal, you know? You can't expect every friendship to last forever.” She sighs at your sad expression scooting closer and throwing her arm around you “Look Bucky is my little brother and you’re one of my best friends. What the two of you have is- I've never seen anything like it. You’ve both done some things you regret and that's ok. I'm going to ask you something and I want you to answer me truthfully.” you nod your head “Do you still love him?”
“Yes” you answer without hesitation. Rebecca goes to speak again when she's interrupted by a loud crash. Bucky standing in the doorway, wrapped gifts around his feet. He looks down at them before grabbing your keys from the hook and walking out the front door.
“Go after him!”
You shoot up from your place on the couch and follow Bucky
“Hey wait! Bucky!!”
He stops by your car and points at it.
“Get in. We’re going for a drive” he fumes
You gulp harshly and walk to the passenger side, shooting a text to Becca to let her know where you’re going.
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Bucky's knuckles are almost white with how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel. You need to say something.
“Bucky why are we-“
“Don’t” you blink in shock at his tone.
“I just want to know where we’re going”
“You’ll see when we get there” he says making you scoff
“Why are you being like that?“
“Like what? “
“A dick Bucky! These past two years you’ve just been ignoring me like- like our friendship meant nothing and I was fine with that. I figured you were too busy for me but now you’re mad at me?”
“IVE BEEN IGNORING YOU?? The only reason I stopped talking to you is because you kept denying my invites to hang out!!” Realistically you know this but you’re mad.
“Well excuse me for caring about my future and not wanting to fuck everything with a pulse”
“Oh fuck you for saying that. God you’ve become such a bitch”
You gasp and whip your body around to face him “don’t you ever call me a bitch James Barnes.”
“Yeah well you called me a dick first so”
You both continue shouting at each other until a loud noise comes from the hood of your car.
“Wait what the fuck was that? Bucky?”
“FUCK! Your car is backfiring.” The car comes to a full stop making Bucky bury his face in his hands.
“I’ll call the mechanic, hopefully they can come pick us up this late“ you pull out your phone, but stop when you hear the car door opening. “Wait where are you going Bucky? Don’t leave me alone here. You know I hate the dark“ he walks out into the empty road, his hands tugging at his hair, cursing up at the sky. You got out of the car with him walking up to him “are you OK? What’s wrong?” He says nothing, just looking up at the sky. You walk up to him “hey are you OK” He turns to look at you. “You really think I’m OK. I just realized these past two years have met nothing. I'm still not over you. I still love you like I did back in high school and maybe they were right. Maybe everyone was right that it’s pointless. That I’m too young for love and I don’t know what it is, but don’t I? I know what it’s like because I love you. Yeah it’s been two years but I still love you. I still know that you like your coffee the same way, I still know that you still sleep on the same side of the bed and still do that little freaking scrunch with your nose that drives me insane. I still remember every single thing about you and I’m constantly reminded of it and I do this to myself. I know I’m doing this to myself I know it’s not healthy to cling to someone who doesn’t want you and if I could I would beg for you to give me a chance, but it’s too late it’s too late and that’s my fault and I’ve just got to come to terms with that and then i hear you tell becca that youve always loved me and i just think. God how stupid can I be to not see that? How stupid can i be to just not tell you how i felt?“ you look at him, tears streaming down your eyes “Bucky” you say softly “please look at me please“ he looks up at you eyes rimmed red from his silent tears.
“It’s not too late. I know what I said in the car was horrible and I’m sorry but I only said it because I’m scared. Of what? I don’t know. You’ve always been Bucky Barnes, my best friend and I was afraid that if I told you how I felt you would hate me. And I was going to tell you. The second I figured out my feelings. I had it all planned out. I was going to walk up to your house. Knock on your door and confess my love to you, but when I went your mom opened the door and told me you weren’t there because you were on a date with Dot.” You scoff “god I hated her so much. She got everything I ever wanted and then just threw it away. I knew then I could never tell you how I felt because it seemed like whenever I was going to you had someone else. So I came to terms that I would forever be Bucky Barnes best friend. Nothing more. And then college came and you got into that frat and all you would do was party and i didnt want to do that bucky. I didnt want to but i didnt want you to miss out on all the fun of it so i stayed behind and i regret it so damn much because i miss you, i miss you so fucking mu-” youre interrupted by his lips on yours
“Buc-”
“Shh just be quiet and kiss me” you giggle and comply. Both of you smile into the kiss.
“What was that for?” you say smiling at him
“Like I said, I love you. I don't want to wait anymore, I don't want to not talk to you. You’re the love of my life, you always have been and I'm done waiting for the right time to tell you. Please forgive me for being such a huge dick?” He teases making you laugh again
“Only if you forgive me for being such a bitch” He laughs and kisses the tip of your nose and hugs you tight
“Always. I promise I'll never let you go again.”
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Heyyyy I came across your page and I love it 😍 your stories are so interesting and I would like to request a Connie x Y/N where they’re bestfriends and they get into a argument over a small misunderstanding and they make up 🫣
☆彡𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒ミ★
Characters included — Best Friend Connie x Reader, eren mentioned.
Gingers notes — Idk why this took me a bit to write, other than the fact i was sleeping all day, plus i kept getting distracted, sorry about that— BUT ITS HERE NOW, i hope you like it anon!!
Content warning — Cursing, N word used a few times, Connie being jealous, Y/n being clueless, Smut, lmk if i missed anything !!
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It was clear that Connie didn’t know the proper concept of Best friends. Even after years of you two being besties, at times it seemed like he was still misinterpreting the relationship.
He didn’t understand why you needed to spend time with other niggas when he was right there, willing to spend as much time with you as you wanted. He also didn’t get why you told him about all your boy problems when the perfect guy for you was right there.
He cringes to himself everytime you tell him about a sex story , and about how you always leave unsatisfied. Sometimes he finds himself rolling his eyes at you when mention that, “Niggas ain’t shit” or how you’ll “Never trust a nigga for life”. But you trusted him, he knew that much.
But where he draws the line, is when he notices you’re hanging out with Eren more often. Connie tries to ignore it everytime you post something about him or with him, or maybe when you’re at connie’s house and he notices how you’re smiling and laughing at your phone, only looking up when connie asks you what’s so funny, to which you replied with, “Nothing, Eren is just goofy as hell.”
It wasn’t until Connie went over to your house one day and Eren was also there. Watching you two interact in front of his face made him sick to his stomach, he wanted to flip everything over everytime you laughed at everything the green eyed male said something funny, or how you let eren flirt with you and allowed his fingers to brush across your skin multiple times.
He hate to say it but he was jealous, but he thought he had every right to be. He was glad when eren got a phone call and had to leave. Then it was just you and him, as it should’ve been in the first place.
“You fucking him?”
Your eyes widened at the suddenness of connie’s question after he’s been sitting silently since he’s got there. And the first thing he does is ask you about your relationship with Eren? What kinda shit is that? “That’s the first thing you say to me?” You squinted at him as you walked over to your bed, where connie was laying, his back against your headboard with his phone in hand scrolling through his feed, not even looking at you.
You crawled on your mattress and sat on your knees looking at your best friend, “Are you?” He asked again, resulting in you squinting your eyes at him, all of a sudden he was interested in who you were fucking with, but any other time he seemed bothered you brought it up. You rolled your eyes, “That’s not really your business.” You didn’t even realize the words had left your lips.
The truth was, no, you weren’t fucking eren, he was just a friend that you just so happened to be closer with lately.
“I’m making it my business, answer the question.” Connie said putting his phone face down on his chest and finally looking at you.
Is he being serious right now?
You rose a brow before sighing and shaking your head, “No connie we’re not fucking.” You said only to get a hum of a response from connie then he spoke again, “Well, he wants to fuck you.”
Connie had all the audacity, talking as if he knew you and eren’s dynamic— judging him from this one scene alone. It kinda frustrated you, “And if he does, so what?” That’s what started to tick connie off, So what? “Don’t play with me bro.” He said, confusing you with anger “I’m not your fucking bro, plus ion know why you talking as if you’re my boyfriend, best friend and boyfriend are two different things, get it through your head.”
Connie could only laugh Sitting up properly, you had a lot of nerve talking to him like that, not a single split of hesitation. He was pissed, “Ion want you to be around eren no moe.” He said which made you scoff, not caring about how he was sitting up now, inches away from being in your face , “Fuck you talm bout? You’re not my nigga.”
Wrong response.
You didn’t know that was the wrong response until it was too late, you were already in too deep, or in this case, Connie was.
His hand pulling at your hair as his hips snapped against your ass repeatedly, your eyes rolled back in your skull, you were sure by now your neighbors were filling a complaint due to how loud you were, your moans spilling from your lips with no remorse.
His freehand slapping at your ass, before you reached a hand behind yourself to press it against his chest with pleads, “S-slow — downnn~ Con— i c-can’t too— too muchh.” Oh but you could, he knew you could. He grabbed your hand and pressed it against the lower part of your back, “Yes you can— gonna take it all, since you like getting smart huh?” he practically groaned into your ear making a whimper leave your lips.
All those small conversations about your failed sex partners told connie everything, what you liked, what you didn’t like, you didn’t have a clue you were basically giving him a instruction book of your body. But you couldn’t complain.
Especially when he was so deep you were sure you felt him in your stomach, his dick molding your cunt around him so perfectly you were seeing stars, “Who’s pussy is this—” “Y-yours,,” Your answer came out so weakly, connie wasn’t satisfied, picking up his pace and letting his hold on you hair go and instead wrapping his hand underneath you and focusing his skilled fingers on your clit. Before he was asking you again, “What was that mama? — who’s pussy is this?”
You were seconds away from cumming, connie could feel it the way you tighten around his dick like you didn’t want to let him go and your legs started to shake, “Y-y,,yours con— al-all y,,your’s!!” you moaned out cumming around his length seconds after, outta breath while connie’s pace slowed down and pulled out, flipping you onto your back so you were looking directly up at him, your chest rising in falling as you caught your breath, pouty lips slightly parted to exhale breaths. Connie knew he hit the lottery, especially when you whined while he threw your legs over his shoulders, tapping his tip against your overstimulated clit with a chuckle before sliding in once again, your back arching off the mattress before his hand gripped your face, focusing your attention on him.
“That best friend shit dead, we dating na ight.” but it wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
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Last night on Earth
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Cas x AFAB!fem!Reader
Supernatural (2005), s05e03 "free to be you and me"
Word count: 6.4K
Summary: following the hooker failure, you feel that sitting alone in a shitty abandoned house is not the best way to spend one's last night on Earth. Cas seems to agree with you.
Content: smut! Yay! First kisses, first time, making out, handjobs, hickeys, penetrative sex, safe sex (yay!), cowgirl, mutual masturbation, fingering, gags? if you squint? maybe? like a hand over the mouth. Discussions of sex work and sex workers (I'm not commenting on anything, it's just there as dialogue due to the nature of the episode, and all dialogue/internal monologue regarding the topic is purely for the furtherment of the plot). Talking during sex, Cas is loud. Sex on a couch, spooning, almost-love-confessions ("like-confessions"). Very light comment on body image, some very vague descriptions of scars (reader is a hunter). Cas is just Cas and I love him for it. He's also a virgin. Dean's probably a warning but I adore him.
Notes: Heyyyy how's it going? One day into my holidays and I churn out this bad boy. Couldn't get the idea out of my head, and hey, I'm a sucker for virgin angels. This show is rapidly taking over my whole life lmao.
It's also been a while so I just thought I'd remind people of the taglist form, and the existence of my AO3 (if you wanna read my stuff there for whatever reason). Anyways enjoy, stay safe out there xx
“That was quick,” you called as the door creaked open, Dean’s low chuckle echoing through the hallway. You closed the book you’d been reading – a shitty paperback you’d picked out of a bargain bin – and watched as the other hunter dropped his jacket onto a rusted dining chair. You’d expected them to be gone for a few hours, hence your foray into the realms of “downtime”, but it had barely been one since they’d left, Dean throwing an obscenely enthusiastic wink your way as he shoved an apprehensive looking Cas out to enjoy his last night on Earth. 
“We had to wrap it up pretty fast.” Dean glanced over his shoulder at Cas, laughter still clinging to his face. You hadn’t seen him look that happy in ages, not for this long. Well, that was something at least. 
You’d had your doubts about the whole idea from the moment Dean had mentioned it. Sure, sex was sex. It was something that could be pretty darn nice and that you were glad for in your life, but you weren’t sure if Dean fully grasped that it was never the same with a hooker. It would never feel as good, it would never be meaningful, it would be a service purchased from a provider. A business transaction. That wasn’t any way to experience it for the first time, in your opinion. 
“Good time not a long time, then?” you asked mildly. 
“Would you say that, Cas?” 
The angel stiffened, hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat. 
You wrinkled your nose, suddenly wondering if you should feel bad. “Bad time?” 
Dean snorted. “I’m turning in. You tell (Y/N) about it, she’ll give you a pat on the back and tell you it’s alright. And don’t look so… grief stricken.” 
“G’night,” you waved to his retreating back, then turned back to Cas. “Really bad time?” 
He really did look grief stricken, standing stock still in the dimness. Even his hair looked droopier than usual, and you almost got out of your seat just to push it off his face. You settled for putting your book down and leaning forward. 
“She ran away,” he said after a moment. “I think I scared her.” 
“Geez,” you frowned. “How’d you scare a hooker?” 
He shrugged. “I told her it wasn’t her fault that her father Gene ran off.” Then, as if it explained everything; “He hated his job at the post office.” 
You laughed, but stopped quickly. “Oh, Cas. You know the whole–” 
“The whole industry is run on absent fathers, I know.” He sighed. “Dean found it hilarious.” 
This time, you did get up, crossing the room to pat his shoulder. You knew Dean wouldn’t have meant anything by it, wouldn’t have been laughing at Cas. Still, a pang of what was almost pity shot through you. It wasn’t about the sex, not really, as much as Dean played that aspect up. It was more all the coulds that never would. Cas wasn’t human, as much as he could pass it off (mostly), but there were so many things that he wasn’t going to get to try now. You just didn’t understand how he could so casually volunteer to die at the drop of a hat. It was either incredibly selfless, or incredibly selfish. Or maybe just stupid. 
But no, Cas wasn’t stupid. He was razor sharp, a soldier of God, even if you poked fun at him when he didn’t understand your and Dean’s pop-culture reference infused slang. It had only been the last time you’d seen him that you’d vowed to make him sit through all the Star Wars movies, something you hadn’t realised until afterwards had sounded a lot like a “movie and chill” proposal. Luckily, he wouldn’t have picked up on that. Just like he wouldn’t have picked up – like Dean had – the moments where you caught yourself watching him, or the smiles that were just too damned determined to break out on your face when he showed up – either in the real world or in your mind. And thank the heavens nobody but you noticed the tiny flurries of butterflies in your stomach you’d noticed increasingly often when he was around, the surges of warmth that would sneak up and rush over you unexpectedly when you thought of him, the tingles that flooded your skin when he stood that little bit too close to you.  
Which, when you thought about it, was maybe contributing to the ounce of vindication you were feeling regarding the hooker failure. It wasn’t all the “I told you so” type of satisfaction, anyway, and you weren’t too proud to admit when you liked someone. 
“Don’t worry about it,” you assured him now, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. 
“You’re giving me a pat on the back and telling me it’s alright,” he sighed, almost mournfully. “Dean said–” 
You reached up, pressing a finger to his lips and shaking your head. “You wanna know something?” 
He nodded, brows furrowed. He hadn’t drawn back, you noticed. 
“It doesn’t matter how much sex Dean has,” you whispered, hand still floating close by his face. “I wouldn’t take a damn letter of his advice in that department.” 
“Why not?” His breath tickled your skin, and suddenly you realised just how close you were standing. 
You shrugged, dispelling the shiver that had run up your spine. “I just know if a dude came onto me how he comes onto chicks, I’d kick him in the balls.” 
“I’ll make a point to not come onto you like he does, in that case.” 
It took a moment – past the words “like he does”, not that he wouldn’t come onto you full stop, but like Dean does – for the fact that it was a joke to sink in, then you smiled. Maybe there was, or had been, hope for him yet. You took a breath, turning the words over in your mind. It was now or never, you supposed. 
“I want you to know,” you said carefully, “if you die–” 
“When. Tomorrow, when I die.” 
“Uh, yeah.” You swallowed. How could he be so matter of fact about it? How could he just say it like that? It didn’t matter, you supposed. Whether he said it or didn’t, it wasn’t going to change the fact that it was happening. 
“When I die…” he prompted when you were silent. 
“I want you to know that I liked you,” you said simply, then shrugged. “I think I was on the way to really liking you.” 
He frowned, and for a moment you thought you’d made a massive mistake. “You don’t have to do that,” he said. “I don’t mind. I know I’m… a dick.” 
“Jesus, Cas,” you snorted. “Guess we say that a bit too much, don’t we?” 
“Maybe.” 
“And we don’t say ‘thank you’ enough.” 
He shook his head, still holding your hand. “You don’t have to do this,” he repeated.
“It’s not about that. Not all of it, anyway.” You smiled, glancing at your hand where it met his. It looked big, wrapped around your fingers, and it fitted painfully well. “But, you know, if it’s your last night on Earth…” You looked up, wiggling your eyebrows. You could play it off as a joke if you needed to, you weren’t too far in yet. 
That familiar almost-smile you’d come to look for danced over his lips. “You pity me, dying a virgin? Dying,” he added. “A virgin.” 
You laughed. “I don’t… pity you. Not exactly. Not because you’re gonna die a virgin, and definitely not because you’re a virgin.” 
“Because I scared away a prostitute?” 
“Her loss,” you laughed. “And anyway, if it’s your first and last time, it’d be nice to… y’know… feel good.” 
He frowned. “Surely a prostitute would know how to do that?”
“Maybe the technicalities,” you shrugged, “but there’s more to it than that. There’s feelings, y’know?” 
“Feelings?” 
Again, you shrugged, suddenly self conscious. What were you doing? “Two way street kind of thing,” you explained lamely. “Not just someone you want, but someone who wants you. Not just your money.” You were acutely aware of the unspoken words floating beneath the casual sentence. I want you. It could be me.
A pause, where his eyes seemed to bore into your soul. He had a knack for that, you’d noticed. Sometimes you felt like he could see right to the very core of your being. In the dimness, they looked even more startlingly blue than usual. He was so close, you could almost count his eyelashes, almost feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath the coat, jacket, shirt, tie… 
“When it’s…” He paused, his tongue darting over his lips. God, his lips. “Someone you want.” 
“Mhm.” 
“Someone who wants you.” 
“Mhm.” 
“Not just your money.” 
You hadn’t taken your eyes off his mouth through the whole exchange, and your voice, when you asked, sounded softer than you’d meant it to, breathy and faint to your own ears. “Do you want me, Cas? Last night on Earth, and all.” 
The corner of his mouth curled up, brows twitching into a thoughtful frown. No, you thought, not quite a frown. Something else, more curious than confused. Almost quizzical. “I think…” He paused, drawing breath. “I think I do.” 
“Ok,” you smiled, ignoring the butterfly rampage taking place in your stomach. This kind of thing wasn’t supposed to happen in real life. Not your life, anyway, even if it was Cas’s last night on Earth. It didn’t exist outside the pages of those shitty paperbacks. 
“Do you want me?” Cas asked. 
“Mhm.” It was all you could manage, really. Then you were stretching up the last few inches between your face and his, pressing your lips gently against his own. 
He was perfectly still for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, almost three. Then his hand tightened around yours and he pulled you closer, trench coat rustling where your chest met it. He kissed you the way you remembered the first boy who’d ever kissed you – a boy in your year level at school, at a party, playing spin the bottle no less – had kissed you. The want was all there, the enthusiasm and anticipation and the only half-conscious desire for more. His lips remained shut, but you could feel in it that he knew it wasn’t quite right. 
You pulled away briefly, just enough to raise a hand to his mouth and run your thumb over his bottom lip. “Like this,” you murmured, pushing just enough to part his lips. Then your hands were in his hair and you were pulling him down to you, and this time it was perfect. 
He made a little sound of pleasure as your tongue slipped beside his, stroking, caressing, gently as you could. Without any guidance, his hand had found the cloth-shielded contours of your breast, tracing the outline with a sort of awe. His fingers ran along the neckline of your top, dipping under the material, curving around your bare shoulder, exploratory and cautious. 
You let him explore you, his hands mapping out every curve he could touch, tongue darting into every uncharted depth he could find, tasting and learning and discovering parts of you you hadn’t guessed could be felt like this through just a kiss. Your mind spiralled as his hand eased under your shirt, cool fingers tickling the skin of your hip. He squeezed gently, pulling you against him harder, and you gave in completely. You weren’t sure if it was what he had been going for, but when you pushed your pelvis against his he gasped; a quiet, shuddering little sound that went straight to your panties. 
“Ok?” you breathed between kisses, then, at his nod, you did it again. 
His voice was strangled when he said your name, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist. Oh Cas, you thought. A rush of affection washed over you at how eager he was, where just an hour before he’d been being literally pushed out the door by Dean, looking as terrified as you’d ever seen him at the prospect of sex. Now he was kissing you hungrily, kneading at your skin, inching your shirt up off your torso, his feet at risk of tangling with yours as he walked you backwards. Not to mention the increasingly noticeable bulge pressed against you. 
“Clothes off,” you breathed, already undoing his tie. “On the couch.” 
He paused, then he was shrugging off the trench coat, the blazer following suit – no pun intended – and landing with a soft rustling thump on the floor. You stepped back, just a little, as he deftly unfastened the buttons of his shirt, drinking in every inch of skin like a kid in a lolly shop. Fuck, maybe you had the hots for him even worse than you’d thought. 
“Are you going to undress too?” The question was mild, matter of fact, but something in the way Cas had paused midway through relieving himself of his pants and was watching you, hands still on the belt buckle, made you stomach flip. 
You cleared your throat, but your voice still came out too low, too husky. “Sure.” 
His gaze didn’t leave you for an instant – apart from when he kicked his discarded trousers aside – as you pulled your shirt the rest of the way over your head, slid your jeans as gracefully as you could down your legs. You shivered slightly in the cool night air, acutely aware of your hunter’s body. 
Cas’s eyes widened, scanning over you and taking in every inch of your skin. It wasn’t perfect, you were aware of that. It wasn’t like a hooker’s body, it carried you around as you fought monsters, and was littered with the proof of said monster fights. You wondered if Cas had seen other – normal – human bodies like this, if he’d find the painfully obvious reminders of your mortality somehow repellent. You suddenly felt very, very small and very, very human. 
“Sorry about… y’know…” You shrugged, patting your thigh awkwardly. “The meatsack’s a little dinged up. Most people don’t look like this.” 
“Don’t look like what?” he frowned, finally looking back at your face. 
You shrugged again, poking a long white scar over your side. The first werewolf you’d ever come face to face with, and nearly the last. “Scarred. At least not as much as I am,” you added. 
A shiver shot up your spine as Cas settled his hands on your bare waist, fingers running over the most noticeable marks. “Don’t apologise,” he said softly. “You’re human, and you spend your days killing monsters. It would be more disturbing if you were unblemished.” 
You laughed at that, a small breathy sound. “You think I’m disturbing?” 
He smiled faintly. “You’re not so bad.”
You felt your own mouth curve, matching his. “Neither are you.” 
He leaned down, his lips meeting yours once more. This kiss was softer, more intimate, maybe a little too intimate. You were vaguely aware of the couch behind you. Before your knees knocked against its side, you broke away – a difficult task, given that Cas chased your lips like a lab rat after cheese – and spun, laying your hands firmly on his chest. 
“Couch,” you muttered, giving a gentle push. 
He pulled you with him as he sat down, his hands running down over your hips, your thighs, back up again to your waist. He watched you carefully as his touch slid up the centre of your torso, over your bra, lingering momentarily on the anti-possession sigil tattooed over your heart before he moved on, across the line of your ribs. Unbidden, the memory of the last time he’d touched you there sprang to mind; the sharp, burning pain and throbbing after-ache of the Enochian sigils being literally carved into your bones. 
“I can see them,” he whispered, as if he’d read your mind. “The sigils.” 
You raised an eyebrow. “How do they look?” 
“Foreign,” he said after a moment. “They don’t belong.”
You shrugged, unsure how to respond to that. Sure, the sigils weren’t part of you, and you didn’t exactly know how you felt about angel writing being carved into your ribcage, but there was also something reassuring about knowing it was there, knowing you carried that kind of magic with you. In you. 
Cas’s eyes lifted from your body, fixing on your own. “Can you feel them?” he inquired. 
You shook your head. “Not really. Not physically. But I know they’re there.” 
“Perhaps I should have asked,” he muttered, almost to himself. “It’s your body, after all.” 
“No,” you smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I kinda like the idea of you scribbling on me. Bone graffiti.” 
“Bone graffiti?” 
You felt the smile grow, nodding. “Besides,” you added, “I’ll always have a little bit of you, even after you're gone. Like a… souvenir.” 
“Oh,” was all he said. You supposed people were right about impending death making people sappier. But still, what you said was true. Your own ribs had become a kind of lucky charm, a talisman, a locket of sorts. 
You dragged yourself out of that line of thinking before you went any further, turning your attention back to the angel currently underneath you on the couch. Underneath you and very shirtless. You’d placed your own hands on his chest in an attempt to not fall over on top of him, and now you let yourself touch him – really touch him. His chest heaved under your fingers as you swept over him, a tiny, strangled noise falling from his lips. 
“Alright?” you asked, pausing for a moment. 
He nodded, shifting slightly under you. “It’s good,” he said softly. 
“Keep going?” 
Again, a nod. Cautiously, gently, you spread your fingers over his chest. His heart beat fast, thudding frantically as you moved your other hand lower, down the centre of his torso, following the contours of his lithe muscles. You reached the waistband of his underpants, pausing. 
“Can I?” you asked, your hand hovering over his barely concealed erection. 
“Yes,” he whispered, tongue darting over his lips. His eyes flicked from your face to your hand, back to your face again. 
You smiled as you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his underwear. His dick was hot to the touch, hard and already damp at the tip. “You ever touched yourself?” you asked as you withdrew your hand, spitting into your palm. 
Cas’s breath hitched. “Once.” 
“Yeah?” 
He nodded, licking his lips again. “Dean said I wasn’t supposed to talk about it.” 
“Yeah, well…” You smiled again, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking languidly. “You can tell me.” 
He gave a sort of half gasp, half moan, his grip tightening on your thigh. “I found Dean’s magazine,” he confessed. “The one with the women, not the cars.” 
“Mhm?” You kept your voice mild, focussing on the steady motion of your arm and wrist, your fingers sliding effortlessly over him. You could almost see Cas flipping through the pages of one of those god-awful porn mags Dean insisted on carting around, picture his confused little head-tilt and his frown as he looked through the pictures, his hand creeping to where yours was now, his much larger fingers circling–
“It was uncomfortable,” he continued, jerking you back to the present. “Too hot. I really just wanted it to go away.” 
“And did it?” 
“Not until I– oh!” He broke off as your thumb slid over the leaking head of his cock, fingers digging into your thigh. 
You fought off the surge of heat the sound sent shooting through you, watching his slightly parted lips, his wide eyes. “Did you cum?” you asked evenly. 
“Yes,” he panted, hips twitching up slightly. “Oh, (Y/N), yes–” 
“Yes, you did cum?” 
“Yes, yes I did.” 
“Was it good?” 
Another soft moan, then he smiled. “Not as good as this.” 
Maybe it was the praise, maybe the moan, maybe the smile. Either way, the words went straight to your panties. You ignored it, stopping yourself from grinding against him with willpower that would have impressed Jesus. Although, you weren’t sure how he would have felt about you fucking a literal angel. 
You leant forward, kissing his lips gently, then his jaw, then his neck, then his chest. You kept going, tracing a path inexorably downwards, shuffling backwards to straddle his thigh as he shifted with you, now splayed along the couch lengthways. 
“Help me out,” you muttered, your hand moving beside your face as you attempted to pull his underwear off. Obediently, he lifted his hips and kicked them aside, the muscles of his stomach twitching as you placed a kiss on the junction of his hip. And holy shit, you could have just watched his torso moving like that forever. You kissed his hip again, sucking gently at the spot, licking over the mark you conjured. Then you added another beside it, and another, and another. A little belt of hickeys across his pelvis. 
“Do you, hm, touch yourself too?” he asked, breathless and raw. 
“Fuck, Cas.” You paused where you’d been about to kiss the base of his cock, raising your eyes to his. His chest rose and fell, rose and fell again, the skin almost glowing in the dim light. 
He frowned. “Am I not supposed to ask that?” 
“You can ask me anything you want,” you assured him, kissing the little trail of hair below his belly button. “And yeah, I do.” 
“Does it feel good?” 
You smiled. “Yeah.” 
“Do you…” He paused, searching for the words. “Do you want to do it now?” 
“This is about you,” you said softly, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry about me.” 
“I want you to feel good too.” 
You sat up, studying him. There was nothing by sincerity in his eyes, the genuine desire – and desire there was – for you to enjoy yourself. And why shouldn’t you indulge that? You were having a great time as it was, and there was no denying the throbbing ache that had grown exponentially between your legs. 
“You want me to touch myself?” you asked, double checking. 
He nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Ok.” You shed your own underpants, shivering as the cool air came in contact with your wetness. Slowly, you reached down and ran your finger over your clit, your breath hitching in your chest. You repeated the action, your hand moving further down to circle your entrance, slick gathering on your fingers. You’d done this countless times before, and you weren’t ashamed of it. Masturbation was natural, it was a perfectly normal perfectly human thing to do. This, however was different. You’d never had an audience before, never had anyone watch you with such rapt wonder and awe. 
Cas’s eyes flicked down to your bra, then back to your face. A question, almost a request. 
“Off?” you asked, already reaching behind your back. He nodded, watching carefully as you shed the garment and cast it aside to join the pile of clothes on the floor. Slowly, reverently, he stretched up and kissed your breast, his hand leaving its place on your hip to trace over the other one. 
A shiver ran down your spine and you bit down on your lip, attempting futilely to stifle your moan. Absently, your hand resumed its place between your thighs as Cas’s hand left your chest and found its way to his cock. You’d never in a million years have thought you’d be where you were now; touching yourself on top of an angel touching himself while he did his best to turn your chest into one giant hickey. You were hardly complaining. 
Something rustled in the next room over, and you both froze. Fuck, you thought. Dean was still (hopefully) asleep, only the wall and the hastily closed door to that room barring him from hearing you. Cas seemed to have had exactly the same thought, his head tilted slightly as he listened, his breath raising goosebumps on the spit-damp skin of your chest. There was another rustle, then a quiet snort, then nothing. He hadn’t woken, then. 
“We gotta be quiet,” you whispered. You shifted, biting back another moan. “Ok?” 
“Ok,” Cas nodded. He pressed his lips firmly together, eyes flicking down to where your hand disappeared between your legs. You hissed as you resumed your movement, acutely aware of every possible sound you or Cas made, ears pricked for any other disturbance from nextdoor. 
Cas’s free hand was still resting on your thigh, firmly holding you in place on top of himself. His wrist brushed your own with every stroke of his cock, the skin over his stomach and chest twitching ever so slightly. His own thigh tensed as he thrust into his hand, something that you could only describe as a whimper falling from his lips. Heat surged over you, your mind awash with desire. If only that hooker knew what she was missing. 
“Sorry,” he muttered almost immediately, eyes darting towards the door. 
“‘Salright,” you replied, swallowing hard. Being quiet was a much more difficult task than you’d anticipated, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the possibility of being caught just a little bit. You grunted softly as your finger brushed over a particularly sensitive spot, the familiar rhythm and movements working just as well as ever, and even better when you had Cas to look at. Not to mention the warmth of his mouth where it occasionally found your breasts again. 
But you wanted more, you needed more. The same part of you that was electrified by your own touch craved his, especially when his beautiful hands were right there and his eyes were still fixed on you like you were the centre of the universe, his own movements becoming faster and more frantic, chest heaving. 
You paused, much as it pained you. “Do you wanna go further?” 
He frowned. “What do you mean?” 
Gently, you laid your hand over his and peeled it away from his cock. Wriggling forwards a little, you finally – finally – rocked your hips over his, revelling in the hot hardness of him against your slick. His mouth fell open, fingers tightening on your own. 
“Here, Cas. I want you inside me, wanna fuck you properly.” 
“Oh, (Y/N),” he sighed, his own hips matching your movement. 
“Will you let me? Let me fuck you?” 
“Yes,” he nodded. “Yes, of course.” 
You smiled. “Ok, one second.” You reached over the side of the couch, digging through the pockets of your jeans until you found your wallet – and the little foil package inside it. 
“What are you doing?” Cas asked as you tore it open and set the latex atop his dick. 
“It’s a condom,” you explained. “So I don’t get pregnant. No offence,” you grinned, “but I don’t really wanna have your babies any time soon.” 
“Oh.” He swallowed, processing. “That’s… understandable.”
“All good?” At his nod, you slid the condom the rest of the way down, spitting into your hand once more and resuming your earlier ministrations. “It feels a little different, I know,” you whispered as you moved to grind against him once more. 
“It’s still good,” he assured you, placing his hands gently on your hips. 
You smiled. “Ready?” 
“Yes.” The word was a breath, nothing more, but it was all you needed. Carefully, you lined him up and sank down, watching his face carefully. His eyes widened, his fingers digging into your flesh slightly as a deep groan reverberated through the space between you. 
“Gotta be quiet,” you reminded him, your voice not half as steady as you’d have liked. “Don’t wanna wake Dean up, yeah?” 
“Yeah,” he echoed, “quiet.” 
You leaned forwards and placed a soft kiss on his lips, rocking your hips over his. He was everything you’d imagined and so much more. It was like he’d been made for you, the way his cock stroked every inch of your insides, sliding smoothly with how wet you were. You wanted to go back in time and kick your past self for having waited this long. 
“God, Cas,” you sighed. “Oh God.” 
His brows pinched together slightly, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stretched up and captured your lips with his, moving down over your jaw to your neck, sucking gently just as you’d done to the skin of his hip. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close against you as you lifted and lowered your hips, a faint whine somehow slipping from your lips despite your best efforts. 
“Is this, hm, ok?” he asked, his usually gravelly voice made even more so. 
“Fuck,” you gasped as his hand came to rest on your ass, kneading at the soft flesh, moving up over the front of your hips where your leg met the rest of your body. “So good, Cas.” 
“You’re so good,” he murmured, guiding your movements gently. He thrust into you, his hips meeting yours halfway, stomach muscles flexing.
“Let me,” you said, pushing him backwards into the couch cushions. “You relax, yeah? I’ve got it. I’ve got you.” 
He nodded, head tipping back as you bounced on his dick, the rough fabric of the cushion beneath you scratching at your knees. Fumbling slightly, your hands found purchase on his chest and you locked your elbows in an odd sort of imitation of CPR. If CPR was done from the front rather than the side, you supposed, but you weren’t exactly doing any resuscitation. 
His chest heaved under your touch, another low groan seeming to echo in the otherwise stillness of the night. The tiny part of your brain that wasn’t totally consumed with the wonderful pleasure-ache of his cock hitting deep inside you and the burn of your thighs was torn between telling him to be quiet and just listening to him, but then he was licking his lips again and his mouth was falling open and you were lost. 
“(Y/N),” he panted, his eyes fixed on your face. “Oh, (Y/N), oh my–” 
“Alright?” you asked, biting back a moan as you found a particularly good angle. 
“Yes, yes, of course. It’s, hm, so good.” He glanced momentarily down at where your body met his, another groan rumbling in his chest. 
“Sh–” you whispered, half tempted to press your hand over his mouth. Or maybe your own, given the struggle you were facing to remain quiet yourself. 
“Sorry, sorry I–” 
You cut him off quickly. “It’s alright Cas, you’re fine. Just, fuck–” 
“(Y/N),” he panted, the muscles of his arms and stomach flexing as his fingers gripped the couch cushion, luminescent in the dimness. Again, his eyes flicked downwards, this time to the soft mound of flesh currently on display. 
You smiled, reaching down to take his hand, drawing it up to rest over your pelvis. His skin was warmer than you’d ever felt it, faintly clammy and God his hand was big under your own. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d caught yourself picturing his hands in this kind of context, and you didn’t want to try. His fingers splayed over your skin, moving with you, covering the whole space below your naval. 
“That’s where you are,” you panted. “That’s where I can feel you, Cas, right there.” 
A small, strained noise you could only describe as a whine. “Is it, ah, good? Do you like it? Do you like feeling… me?” 
“Fuck,” you sighed. “Yeah, sure do, Cas. Do you like feeling me?” 
He smiled, biting down hard on his lower lip. “Of course. I like it immensely.” 
You felt yourself clench at his words, and this time you were unable to restrain the downright pornographic moan that tore from your throat. Any other time, you might have been embarrassed, but Cas seemed to like it. Pressing your lips firmly together, you glanced hastily towards the other room, but as far as you could tell there was no disturbance. 
“(Y/N), oh, (Y/N), I don’t think—” He swallowed hard, eyes wide and back on your face. 
“Yeah? What’s wrong?” 
“I can’t— I don’t think I can be quiet, (Y/N) I—”
Affection bloomed alongside the desire in your gut, and you had half a mind to tell him it was alright, he didn’t even have to worry about being quiet at all. It wasn’t like you didn’t love the noises he was making. But Dean was only one room over, and you didn’t want to wake him. 
“You can, Cas,” you breathed, “you can. You’re doing so well already, we just gotta— fuck.”
He’d bucked his hips up into you, the movement jolting the steady knot of pleasure forming low in your stomach. He was close, you could see it as much as hear it, but the thought of the thin walls and your friend sleeping in the next room over had taken root more firmly in your mind now. 
“It’s so much,” Cas gasped. “Oh, oh, (Y/N) it’s so much—”
You managed a smile, slowing down your movements a little. “I know,” you said softly. “You’re ok, yeah?” 
He nodded frantically. “Hm, yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Keep going, please—” 
Another soft moan slipped from your mouth, Cas’s answering groan enough to make your legs shake. It was too loud, and any other time you’d have soaked up his praises and curses and everything, but not now. After a moment’s hesitation, you clamped your hand firmly over his mouth, sh-ing him gently. If possible, his eyes widened even further and he groaned against your skin. 
“Alright?” you breathed. 
Another frantic nod, an almost-whimper as your grip firmed up. Well I’ll be damned, you thought vaguely. Who’d have guessed he was into that? 
You felt him shiver all over as you continued to rock your hips over his, his hand where it rested on your hip tightening. You wondered if you’d have finger-shaped bruises later. It didn’t matter, you told yourself as he moaned again, his stomach muscles tensing, something that could have been your name squashed under your hand. 
“Sh, shh!” you gasped. Between holy shit I’m so close and holy shit he’s so close, the thought that Dean was right there and would hear you was still rooted in your mind. “Cas, sh, Dean’s right– ah, fuck, Dean’s–” 
You broke off as Cas’s chest heaved, his hips bucking up into you once more. His mouth had fallen open under your hand and he was gasping something, angel curse-words, maybe? It didn’t matter, not when his eyes were screwed shut and his head was tipped back, your name sprinkled into the litany of foreign words like a prayer. 
The sight was enough to make the bomb that had been building in your stomach explode, sparks of pleasure shooting through your aching legs right to your toes and back up again. You might have said Cas’s name, you weren’t sure, but the sentiment was there. You clamped a hand over your own mouth, nothing but the need to be quiet reverberating through your pleasure-blanked mind. 
After what felt like an age, your brain managed to find its way back into your skull and the aftershocks of your orgasm faded from your body. Gently, you removed your hand from Cas’s mouth and looked down at him, smiling. 
“Alright?” you asked. 
His hair was a mess, his brow lightly beaded with sweat, cheeks flushed. There was even a slight red mark where your hand had been, which you stroked gently. 
“I’m more than alright,” he smiled, turning to place a tiny kiss on your fingers. “Are you?” 
“Good,” you nodded as you slid off him, mourning the sudden emptiness momentarily as you peeled off the condom, tying it in a neat knot to be disposed of later. Then he was lifting his arm, wriggling with you as if he could read your mind, and you were being cocooned against his body. 
“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment, “if I was too loud.” 
“You weren’t,” you assured him quickly. “Not at all. Sorry about… gagging you. I should’ve asked. That’s not what usually happens.” 
He hesitated, turning to meet your eyes. “I… didn’t mind.” 
“No?” 
He shook his head, a small, nervous smile dancing across his lips. “No. In fact, I quite liked it.” 
You felt your own smile widen as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, taking his hand where it rested on his chest. “Good,” you said. “What about  the rest? What do you think?” 
He sighed, a beautifully satisfied noise that flooded you with warmth. “I think I should not have waited this long.” 
You laughed, pressing closer. “Mhm?” 
“Mhm. Thank you, (Y/N), truly.” 
“Oh,” you said softly, turning away to hide the blood rushing to your face. “That’s ok, Cas. Thank you.” 
He gave another little hum, shifting to drape his arm over your waist and pull you into him, fingers skimming your ribs. Getting spooned by a divine warrior of God, you thought with a thrill. Real life really was stranger than fiction. 
“You’re tired,” he murmured, his voice seeming to rumble through you in the best way possible. “You should sleep.” 
“Hold on,” you protested as you felt his arm withdrawing. You grabbed his hand, pulling it firmly back down to rest on your stomach, wiggling closer. “There was a blanket on the back, grab that. I’m staying here.” 
You could almost feel him frowning when he replied. “You’d not rather a bed?” 
You only hesitated a moment before bending to kiss his arm. “I’d rather you.” 
He didn’t seem to know quite what to say to that, but after a beat something heavy and slightly scratchy was being draped over you, and Cas’s arm was tightening around your waist, and his lips were pressing against your shoulder. 
“G’night,” you whispered. 
“Good night, (Y/N).” 
It was Dean who found his two friends curled together on the couch the next morning. He snorted, taking in the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders in tandem with Cas’s, his hand enveloping your smaller one where it rested just above the blanket, the assortment of what was very clearly Cas’s suit and your own clothes scattered over the floor. Well, he supposed, the night hadn’t been a complete failure. He had half a mind to throw something at you, the scene was so jarringly… sweet. 
“Rise n’ shine lovebirds,” he called instead, “we’ve got shit to do.” 
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Hello this is probably super random but I’m personally curious on how to start working with content creators like people from the traffic life serries? Like specifically with YouTube video thumbnails. I really think it would be a good thing to try out and I feel confident in my skills to do it.
I'm unfortunately not going to be much help since I don't usually find work, work finds me. I don't even have my commissions page public yet and CCs keep showing up in my dms like "heyyyy 🥰"
I think the only time I specifically reached out to a creator was Rendog. He said something on stream about wanting to find an emote artist. Told stream to send artists to him on Twitter. So I decided to shoot my shot and sent him a message basically saying "Hey Ren, I heard you were looking for an artist! Here are some examples of my emote work, hope to hear from you soon <3" and it worked!
I guess in the case of Spiff and Martyn (who both just showed up one day), keep a steady social media. Regularly post art and keep up with the creators you like. If they see your work and they like it, they WILL do something about it. This doesn't always work of course and is not a genuine suggestion to find work, but this is how it happened for me.
The better advice I can give is in the case of Ren. Keep an eye out for opportunities and ALWAYS try to take them. The worst they can do is say no. So there is no harm in trying. When Creators want to commission an artist, they will sometimes go to the community to ask for suggestions. Tweets like "looking for an artist with ___ style, reply with examples or artists you think are good ^-^" are fairly common.
ALSO! This is going to sound so cliche, but take any job you can and PRACTICE. I MEAN IT MAN.
Reason 1: I started working for Grian because he saw my work through Martyn. Plus, Grian isn't the only one to find me this way.
Reason 2: Improvement is real and WILL get you.
As proof, here's my first and super ugly thumbnail from a year ago (don't be fooled by the high view count, the other videos around it had views in the millions. So this thumbnail did not help):
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And here's my newest thumbnail:
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Hope this helps at least a little. Sorry I can't say much else. Things just keep happening to me and I didn't do much to get there.
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