#pshhh yeah right'

[nochepsicodelica]

"All those drinks are gonna do you dirty, ma. You're gonna throw up if you don't get some food in your system, so eat," Toji says, pushing the box closer to you.

You giggle at his serious face, before standing up from your chair for the fourth time, trying to go around him. Toji's used to this by now and stands up, bringing you back down to your chair.

"Stop getting up and eat your food. You literally begged for this. Why aren't you eating it?"

"Why aren't you eating it?" You return, raising your brows at him, seductively. It doesn't come off too sexy when raising your eyebrows makes you immediately squint because of the light going into your sensitive eyes, but it does lure a chuckle out of Toji.

"I'm ignoring that. Just eat. I don't wanna hear you upchucking in a couple hours."

"You won't hold my hair back?" You pout. Your feigned little flash of sadness produces real tears in this state, so it's a little confusing for Toji when you start giggling while wiping at your reddened cheeks.

"Your food's getting cold. I know how you are about reheating fast food, so eat it before it goes to waste."

You smile at him, your eyelids almost completely shut in your drunken daze. Toji can't even lie, it's cute. It's the only reason he's not up the wall about this little situation. Then you decide to drop a bomb on him.

"I'm not hungry anymore. Too tired to eat." You rest your chin on your palm, shutting your eyes. It feels nice. It would take less than thirty seconds for you to fall asleep.

Fuck. Think, think, think...

"Hey." Toji pokes your forehead, lightly, earning a hum and a furrow of your brows. "What if I feed you?"

You laugh, giddily. "Ooo, you trying to romance me?"

"Sure, if you eat."

You laugh again. "Toji, you dog, you. I'm not putting out." You shake your head, eyes closed with a dumb grin on your face. "No, sir. It's food and then goodnight for me."

"You already put out for me, earlier, doll." He smirks at the way you blush, clearly having an 'oh, yeah...' moment. "Eat some more so we can go to sleep."

"Hm?" You hum, rolling your eyes open after your blink of sleep. You crack a grin as soon as you look at Toji. "You wanna kiss me sooo bad. Look at you."

"I'm not gonna kiss you. You're not listening. You think you deserve kisses for that?"

"Uh... yes? I mean no. Pshhh, nooo. Of course, not."

"That's right. So eat, or you'll go to sleep without kisses, tonight."

"Noooo," you whine, dramatically. "Wait! Fine, fine. Look." You take a huge bite of your sandwich, your cheeks puffing up as you chew. "Oh, this is really good," you say, muffled by your mouthful of food.

"Don't choke, doll. Small bites are fine," he says, picking up a napkin and wiping the excess condiments off your face.

You push through it and gulp down the bite. "That was a lot. Got bread stuck on the roof of my mouth." You take a sip of your drink to wash it all down. "Did I look so pretty for the party, today?" You ask, your lips curling as you put the cup back down.

"You did, mama. Stunning. Swept everyone there, off their feet."

You smile, the gesture transitioning into a giggle. "Even Shiu?"

"Yup. Even Shiu said he wanted a piece of you."

You gasp. "No... Did you fight him?"

"Nah, I wanted to, but I kept my cool. If he had put his hands on you, then I might have, but I had my eye on you all night, to make sure nobody did more than look at you."

"I wouldn't have followed him anywhere, anyway." You roll your eyes, suddenly so hostile against the host of the party. "Probably would've kicked him in the nuts and gone to find you."

"Yeah, that's a smart idea, doll."

Toji's elaborate answers to your questions kept you awake long enough for you to mindlessly eat while he talked. You were at the end of the sandwich when you realized how much you had eaten and how full you were.

"Can't... do it..." You groan, lying on the arm you have extended on the table. "Too full." You sigh, heavily, setting the rest of the sandwich down on the scattered fries in its box.

"That's good, ma. You don't have to eat it, anymore. We can go to bed, now."

You let out another heavy sigh, sluggishness washing over you before you force yourself to stand up from your chair, this time with Toji's 'okay'. He looks at your little belly as it protrudes from your dress, proof of how full you actually are, and pokes at it. Your usually soft tummy is temporarily stiff and it's adorable.

You grab Toji's hand so that you don't stumble as you walk. Before leaving the table, he finished the remainder of your sandwich in one bite and threw out the container with the remaining cold fries.

"Damn, you were right, baby. That was good."

"Mhm," you mumble, waiting for him to lead you to the room.

Toji helped you brush your teeth and wash your face, and when you finally made it to the room, he helped you dress down into comfier clothes. Now, you're in bed together and you're in his arms trying to doze off, but you can't with the way he's smothering your face with kisses. It's just kiss after kiss with him and you can't focus, but it is what you wanted. After all, you stuffed your face for this.

[nanamiskentos]

thinking about riding gojo so hard and he can't keep quiet

wowieeee so fun 🙂‍↕️ this is why no genie has granted my greedy ass three wishes bc i'd use it up on this !

minors dni ! gojo satoru x afab!reader

usually you're the loud one in bed, and gojo fucking loves that. he coos at you when he's hammering his fat cock into you, kissing the spongy patch in your inner walls over and over 😛 in a way that leaves you mewling and crying and moaning his name to the heavens and beyond

but when you're on top of him its an entirely different story. he's got the blindfold off, bright eyes crinkled at the corners and you swear you can see a glowy crackle in their depths right as you hover folds (absolutely wet with slick) right over the bulbous, red tip of his cock thats leaning towards his chiselled stomach.

he's been talking shit for the past half hour, saying that there's no way you can just take all of him like this. that you won't be able to take all his inches right inside of you and how he's gonna have to end up looking after his poor baby anyway

but the minute you start to mould right around his thick girth, it turns out he was running his mouth for nothing. you're doing your best to hold it together because no matter how many times you've fucked in the past, there's always a mild burn in your core from the stretch. so you've planted your hands on his pecs, determined to ride him like a champ

but he's just gone already. rest in peace gojo satoru (yes this is how the manga really ended) because you could really bring him back from the grave with this type of gummy grip 🫡 (this is real, he told me this himself)

at first, he's purring like there's genuinely a soft rumble from him as tufts of white hair on his groin brush past your mound, right as he's sheathed to the hilt. you're rocking your hips, back and forth. and yep, back and forth again.

he's got his large hands right on the curve of your ass, pushing your hips back and forward but now you're clenching around him a little bit too much and his fingers are just digging in to the fat of your hips

"yeah, that's it. look at you, you're falling apart trying to take me into your tight cunt!" (mind you, he's projecting because he's the one whimpering and moaning and groaning, low and raspy)

and his white hair is splayed out on the sheets, damp from the exertion of not busting his nut straight away, and all he can do is moan loudly at the pshhh sounds of your glistening, sopping pussy...

you probably have to slap your hand over his mouth, and he likes it so much that he ends up dropping a fat load in you right after he said he was hardly affected

[mischiefstirred]

at the first sound of gunfire, perhaps more of an intrusive thought than anything else invades resgalis's mind, and its this: thank god i didn't end up wearing those jeans today. denim was not only inflexible, but a pain to run in sometimes, after all. resgalis could only let her lips part in shock whenever selina dragged them along with her without so much as a warning beforehand. i mean, of course they understood the urgency, but about ten minutes ago... they were just about to grab something that selina needed from a warehouse and now they were being shot at. oh well, resgalis thought, her feet starting to catch up with the pace that selina wanted her to go at without much assistance anymore. being a fox god tended to have its advantages at times and one of those was they could be fast.

hunting, although it wasn't something that resgalis herself engaged in much, was a part of a fox's existence after all. the blue cloak she wore was fastened in the front of the hood to make sure that it wouldn't fall to reveal her other two heads in public even as she ran; the teeth of her middle (visible) head soon gnawing at her bottom lip whilst she listened to selina. ❝ well, evidently, something either wanted something of yours really badly or they knew you were going to come here somehow and waited for you... or maybe both. but everyone in your inner circle is trustworthy - right? ❞ resgalis can feel her heart beating against her chest now as they traveled further and further away from the warehouse. ressa might've been out of breath as well, but they felt like they had to hold their breath until they got to someplace safe, lest they chance possibly getting caught.

resgalis unfurled one of her hands then to reveal the claw-like nails on it and almost dared someone in her head to come near them now. she would claw at all of their vulnerable spots, regardless of whether that was deemed honorable or not to defend not only herself, but the both of them with all of her being. ressa had not lived through several centuries just to get shot at by some gang members or whoever these people were and have to suffer through pulling out bullet after bullet before her skin healed around them. not only would that be immensely painful, but they had better things to do than to have to be bothered with that. her eyes trailed down to the whip the other carried then.

❝ isn't that what we're doing already, mīļā (darling)? but i agree. we can lose them by cutting through this rural area i know that's close, if you want to try it... someone who lives there owes me a favor. we could probably stay with them for a while as a result, until the heat dies down. ❞

@mischiefstirred asked: ❝ are these the same people that came after you last time? ❞

gunfire goes off, blows out the hall when the cat flips over a wall and slams herself to the other side, dragging resgalis with her bodily. she’s doing everything she can to speed through each second, her lungs on fire. she can feel herself spinning, the world around her refusing to allow her feet to touch the ground. the silence is sudden, and her tinnitus drowns out the world around her. she reaches up, dizzily clicking her goggles. they screen her eyes with lenses, correct her hearing just enough by virtue of an implant combination. that starktech scans and corrects sound waves, structuring her hearing to something bearable — an incorrect but echoing construction. she can hear, but in reservations and isolations.

“no. no. i don’t know what the fuck this is. this place was supposed to be empty.”

one claw stays curled gently around the promising handle of her whip. she can disarm much faster than anything else, and it’s the safest, least lethal way she knows how to operate.

“let’s get the fuck out of here. we can find out later. it’s not worth the risk. at all.”

[miyaoniku]

[suna rintaro] how you get together / dating headcanons

[author: chae]

a/n: brainrot because haikyuu is back and so am i (hopefully).

[fluff] [headcanon]

[suna rintaro x reader]

nothing crazy really

you first met suna rintaro in middle school

he sat behind you and often slept in class

you found out that you lived a few houses down from him when he went on his first away game for volleyball, and your homeroom teacher tasked you with delivering his assignments to his home

that's really it honestly

you didn't really interact with him much in middle school

though, after your second year, you had to move due to your parents' having to relocate for work

and that's how you ended up at inarizaki high school

little did you know that you would see suna again in your class on your first day at inarizaki!

morning of the first day, you walked into the classroom and saw someone napping in the last seat in one of the rows

it was a nostalgic sight, you thought, but there's noooo way that it's suna rintaro! he's all the way in another prefecture!

you pick the seat in front of him because you thought it was funny

your homeroom teacher started taking attendance

"suna rintaro?"

"here"

suna??

rintaro???

from middle school?????

right when the lunch bell rang, you turned around

"hey"

he looked at you

"...do i know you?"

"yeah? i think? are you from aichi prefecture?"

"yeah? .... wait didn't we go to the same middle school?"

turns out he was scouted to come to inarizaki to play volleyball

small world!

you exchange numbers and start actually hanging out, as opposed to middle school

though, some things don't change as he still sleeps in class and you still have to give him his homework when he has volleyball games

you two have lunch together, sometimes being joined by miya osamu, and play cup pong

your friendship MIGHT be on the line whenever you play 8ball

"i swear to god if you pick that one-"

"what? you'll chuck my phone across the room?"

"DON'T TEST ME SUNA RINTARO."

you send each other WAYYYYYYY too many memes

like, it's to the point where your memes outnumber your actual texts

the instagram reels you send each other go crazy sometimes

like it can range from anywhere between kirby memes to rick rolls to posts that poke fun at each other

he's honestly just a really funny friend, and you never thought anything of it

it wasn't until one day during your club activities where you and a few of your friends were chatting that you ever considered looking at suna romantically

they were talking about their own crushes and asked if anyone caught your eye

and when you responded "no," they brought up suna's name

and the idea was bizarre to you

like you?? and suna??? together???? more than friends?????

this guy literally sends you patrick star memes at 2am and asks "this you?"

pshhh impossible no way

but... you can't really stop thinking about it

because wHAT IF HE'S TREATING YOU LIKE THIS BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU????

anyways!

you start noticing the little things he does for you, like getting you your go-to drink/bread for lunch without asking you, or giving you random head pats, or him coming over to your house on a stormy day when you're alone in the house to keep you company

you stare up at your ceiling, deep in thought

no y/n, stop getting delusional. he doesn't like you like that.

you have a bigger problem at hand

the school dance is tonight

and you have NO ONE to go with!!!

you feel your phone vibrate

it's a text from suna

"open the door"

you raise an eyebrow when you open the door to see suna staring at his phone in front of you

he looks up, types something on his phone, and looks back up to you again

you feel your phone vibrate, and look at what it was this time

"wanna go together?"

you look back up in surprise, only to see him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers up in front of you

he had his head turned away, but you saw the way the tips of his ears turned red

you felt your cheeks turn scarlet as you took the flowers from him and gave him a hug

he simply patted your head and gave you a small smile

this guy, who sends you memes at the most strangest of hours, MIGHT have a crush on you

and you MIGHT like him back

you two don't make it official until after he brought you back home

he texted you when he got back home and when he was going to bed

but not without sending one last meme for the night

it was an image of kirby looking out the window with a sad expression with the caption: "me when i miss u"

you liked the message and typed out a response, lingering on the send button for a bit before sucking it up and pressing send

"soooo when are you gonna ask me?"

he responded with another kirby meme, this time of angy kirby with hearts around his head

"be my gf?"

nothing between you and suna changed much

he isn't really an affectionate guy, but his actions speak volumes

lunch with him is still the same, and he still gives you little head pats whenever he feels like it

its just that now, he brings you closer and rests his chin on your head whenever he stands around you

sometimes he wraps his arms around you!!!

he rests his head on your shoulder when he naps during train rides

his favorite passtime is to take naps with you in his arms

he gives you a little forehead kiss and mumbles a "love you" before he drifts off

and you just snuggle into him and drift off as well

he's like a teddy bear please hang onto him QwQ

[awkwardambivert789]

the performative nature of heroism

Thinking about how Lin Ling has only defeated one real villain so far. His dream is to “protect those who are worth protecting,” but besides defeating his boss, he has only:

1) helped Moon escape the system and her role as accessory girlfriend* 2) fought Nice's fake nemesis 3) held up the statue representing the hero system

*And Moon's escape is being undone because of Lin Ling:

1) lying about being Nice, which is what God Eye wants to expose by holding Moon hostage. It's also how he even became a hero. 2) continuing to feed into and benefit from the system that forced them to fake Moon’s death in the first place

(Btw, here's a fan-subbed ep 4 preview)

In light of the ep 4 preview, the way that heroes are forced to perform for their fans becomes even more obvious. The crowd is insisting that Lin Ling not give into God Eye's demands, and Miss J agrees wholeheartedly because Lin Ling's power is derived from giving the fans what they want - never mind that Miss J knows that a life is at stake. Lin Ling's only a hero so much as he performs as what the fans expect of him. They're preventing him from doing an actual heroic act because - what? "It's a trick"? Even so, they can't be so sure that "Moon" is only a hologram or whatever. That could be an innocent person disguised as her! The fans believe they know better than Nice himself what he should do. (Hm, I wonder where I've heard something like that before...)

So much outpouring of support for Nice holding up a statue. It's very visually impressive, right? Of course he would become No. 10 after a stunt like that. But that's all it is. A stunt. Yet, when a life is possibly in danger, the fans don't support launching a rescue at all, because it's Nice's hero image on the line. The Perfect Hero bowing down to the demands of a madman, who's probably just bluffing? Pshhh. Yeah, right.

There's no heroism in being fallible - in appearing weak. We have to sell the image, not the person. Commodified heroes are just puppets on a stage, marionetted by the masses to do whatever looks the most heroic.

[daisymbin]

wake up call - kwon soonyoung

warnings: alcohol, let me know if I missed anything

pairings: soonyoung x reader

genre: slight angst, mostly fluff, drunken confessions

wc: 2k

drunken confession masterlist

main masterlist! // soonyoung’s m.list

as the clock strikes 3am, the sound of laughter and music has finally faded from the living room. your small group of your friends have all passed out, some on the floor, others hanging off the couch, leaving just you and soonyoung sitting on the floor right beside the couch in the dim glow of the fairy lights strung around the room. the reminiscent scent of pizza lingers in the air, mixing with the coziness of the room, making everything feel warm and safe.

tonight had started like any other get-together: pizza, drinks, and endless jokes from the boys. soonyoung had been in a rather good mood, his laughter brightening the atmosphere as he cracked jokes and danced around but somewhere between the games, laughter and late-night snacks, soonyoung had hit the bottle harder than usual. now, he sits beside you, a little swaying, with a half-empty cup in his hand, his eyes glossy, a clear sign that this lightweight boy is now…drunk or at the very least, tipsy.

you glance over at him, the way his fingers absentmindedly trace the rim of his cup. you’ve known him long enough to sense when he’s holding something back, and tonight, he feels more vulnerable than usual.

“hey,” you say softly, nudging him gently. “you good, buddy?”

he looks up at you, his boyish smile spreading across his face. “y-yeah! just… enjoying the moment, you know?” he slurs, his words slightly jumbled but filled with an undeniable cheerfulness.

“enjoying the moment? or enjoying the drinks?” you tease lightly, trying to bring back his usual playful spirit that had died down earlier.

“both!” he exclaims, raising his cup like it’s a trophy.

you laugh, feeling warmth flood your chest. it’s nice to see him like this, carefree and happy, but there’s still a part of you that worries. “maybe you should slow down a bit. I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow when you wake up with a pounding headache.” you say gently.

he shakes his head dismissively. “regret? pshhh, no way! tonight is all about having fun and… and feeling our feelings!” he exclaims, his voice rising slightly as he gestures dramatically.

“feelings?” you echo, raising an eyebrow. “what kind of feelings are we talking about here?”

he leans in closer, his breath smelling faintly of soju, and whispers conspiratorially, “i’ve got some deep feelings.” he admits jokingly as he wiggles his eyebrows, though you could sense the truth in his joke.

you chuckle, feeling the energy shift slightly. “oh really? what kind of deep feelings?”

he pauses for a moment; not expecting you to question him further, his eyes searching yours. “you know… feelings…. like how amazing you are. how funny and beautiful and smart and pretty you are!” his words tumble out, slightly slurred but sincere. “you make me so happy.”

your heart races at his unexpected compliments, but you can’t help but tease him a bit. “is that the soju talking? or do you really mean that?”

he leans back dramatically, clutching his chest as if wounded. “how dare you question my feelings! they’re real! they’re deep!” he shouts, laughter bubbling in your chest.

“okay, okay, I believe you!” you say, giggling. “but really, soonyoung, you should tone it down a notch.”

“no!” he insists, his eyes brightening with mischief. “i want to say more! like… like how i’ve been in love with you for so long!”

the laughter that once bubbled its way up from your chest, now dies in your throat, replaced by a heavy silence as his words sink in. you blink at him, trying to process what he just said. “what?”

“yeah! you heard me!” he says, his voice louder now, filled with both excitement and a hint of panic. “i’ve loved you, y/n! like, since forever! but i was too scared to say it!”

your heart pounds in your chest, the atmosphere thick with the weight of his confession. “soonyoung, are you drunk right now?” you already knew he was, but you asked anyway.

“maybe a little,” he admits with a sheepish grin. “but that doesn’t change anything! i’m tired of hiding it! you’re my best friend, and it’s killing me!”

you swallow hard, your mind racing. you’ve always had feelings for him, too, but hearing him say it out loud especially in this reckless, drunken state leaves you momentarily speechless. “i… i didn’t know you felt that way. why didn’t you tell me?”

“because it’s complicated!” he snaps suddenly, frustration bubbling over. “you have no idea how hard it is to watch you date other people and act like you're fine when you’re not! it’s exhausting!”

“what do you mean, ‘act like im fine’?” you retort, hurt flashing through you. “i’ve been waiting for you to say something! it’s not like i wanted to go out with anyone else! i thought you didn’t care!”

“of course i care!” he shouts, the tension in the room escalating as he stands up, swaying slightly. “but you make it impossible! you’re always so caught up in your own world that you don’t even see how much i’ve been hurting!”

“you think this is easy for me?” you fire back, your heart racing. “i’ve been scared to say anything because i thought you’d never feel the same! i didn’t want to ruin what we had!”

“well, maybe you should have just taken a chance!” he yells, frustration etched on his face. “because now it feels like everything is falling apart, and i can’t keep pretending anymore!”

his words hit hard, and you feel tears prick your eyes. “you’re right! it is falling apart because we never talked about it! we’ve been dancing around each other for too long!”

he looks at you, the fire in his eyes wavering for a moment, replaced by something softer. “i don’t want to lose you, y/n. that’s the truth. i just- i don’t know how to make this work.”

“then let’s figure it out,” you plead, desperate for him to understand. “we can do that, right?”

“and what if we try and it doesn’t work? what if it ruins everything?” he asks, his voice wavering as he runs a hand through his hair.

“i’d rather risk that than keep feeling like this.” you say, your heart aching as you watch him.

he falls silent, his expression a mix of anger and anguish. you can see the conflict raging within him, but he shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. “i can’t believe this is happening right now,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. finally, after what feels like an eternity, he takes a deep breath and leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. “i don’t know how to do this,” he admits, his voice trembling.

“we’ll figure it out together,” you whisper, your heart aching with the weight of the moment. “we’ve always been a team, right?”

“right,” he replies, but there’s a sadness in his voice that lingers.

then, in a moment of reckless abandon fueled by the alcohol coursing through him, he suddenly pulls back and looks deep into your eyes. “i can’t hold back anymore. i’m in love with you, y/n. drunk or sober, that’s the truth.”

your breath catches in your throat, “you… you-?”

“yeah,” he says, answering your unspoken question. his gaze steady despite the tears in his eyes. “i’ve loved you for so long, but i was scared of ruining our friendship. i thought if i said something, it would push you away.”

you swallow hard, the rush of emotion overwhelming you. “i’ve felt the same way, soonyoung. i just didn’t know how to tell you. i was afraid it would change everything.”

he closes his eyes, as if trying to block out the truth of your words. “i don’t want to lose you,” he whispers again, his voice breaking.

“you won’t lose me,” you promise, tears slipping down your cheeks as you reach out to touch his arm. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he looks torn, his expression a mixture of longing and fear. “i just wish we didn’t have to have this stupid argument.”

“neither do i,” you say, your voice softening. “but maybe this is what we needed. a wake-up call.”

“a wake-up call,” he echoes, his voice shaky. “i just don’t want to ruin everything we’ve built together.”

“you won’t ruin it,” you insist, your heart racing as you draw closer. “we can make it stronger if we both want it.”

“i want it,” he admits, his eyes shining with vulnerability. “i’ve always wanted it.”

“then let’s just…try,” you urge, your heart pounding as you lean in closer. “let’s be brave for once.”

he nods slowly, his breath hitching as he searches your eyes. “can i- can i kiss you?”

you nod, your heart pounding in your chest as he leans in closer. the world outside fades away as he brushes his lips against yours, tentative at first, then deepening as you both lose yourselves in the moment. it feels electric, a rush of warmth flooding through you as you kiss him back, your feelings pouring out into that single moment.

when you finally pull apart, both of you breathless, he searches your eyes as if trying to gauge your reaction. “are you okay?” he asks, his voice shaky.

“yeah, as long as you are.” you say with a small smile.

his face softens as he takes your hand in his. the warmth of his touch sends a thrill through you. “i was so afraid of losing you that I didn’t know how to tell you. but now… i just want to hold on.”

“then let’s promise each other that we’ll be honest, no matter what.”

he nods, determination etched on his face. “i promise.”

just as the tension starts to ease, you hear the door creak open, and jihoon stumbles in. “hey, i thought everyone passed out…. but i heard voices. is everything okay? what’s going on in here?” he asks, his brow furrowing in confusion as he takes in the scene of 2 longing (ex) best friends.

you and soonyoung exchange a quick glance, both of you aware of the moment you’re sharing. “uh, just talking,” you say, your heart racing as you realize how exposed you feel now.

jihoon raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “talking? or finally talking talking?”

you feel soonyoung squeeze your hand reassuringly. “finally talking talking,” he admits, his voice steady despite the embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

jihoon’s eyes widen in surprise. “oh. finally. well in that case…. he grins, clearly pleased but also awkward. “i didn’t mean to interrupt. i’ll just... uh, let you two have your moment.”

“wait, jihoon,” you call, stopping him before he leaves. “you can stay. we’re just…figuring things out.”

soonyoung nods, his face flushed but determined. “yeah, we’re still best friends. just… with more feelings now.”

jihoon chuckles, clearly amused. “this is going to be a lot to unpack. just so you know, I’ve always thought you two were meant to be.”

“really?” you ask, surprised.

“yeah! everyone could see it but you two blind fools,” he says, shaking his head. “but it’s good you finally talked it out.”

you share a look with soonyoung, feeling the weight of your earlier argument dissipate as you laugh together. It’s comforting to know your friends support you both.

“just keep me updated. I want all the juicy details. also, I hope you know, you’re both going to be the main subject of conversation for a while.” jihoon informs with a smirk before he heads back into the kitchen.

once he’s gone, soonyoung speaks up again, “I can’t believe we waited so long, but better late than never,” he shrugs, pulling you in for a hug. “let’s make sure we don’t take too long next time.” you joked back.

[buckysgrace]

I both love and hate that Billy won’t admit his true feelings to a girl he cares about. That’s just so canon. I can see him the second he starts having feelings, freaking out in his head and distancing himself. Poor Bills 😫 Maybe that’s why I love fanfic where he has a happy ending. He really deserves one

Idk if you were asking for little blurbs but, that’s what you GET! <3

Ughhhh same same. I think he’s just so…. Fearful perhaps? Really afraid and stubborn to just open up and share what he feels (also also also the fear of being abandoned is soooo strong when he’s with someone he cares about in my opinion).

So then yes he starts distancing himself because it’s easier for him to put up those walls before he gets hurt, but maybe you’re also a little stubborn. Or just oblivious. And despite the fact that he is really trying to get away from you, you just can’t let that happen. <3

I think he’d be pretty strict on you two being “Just friends.” No arguments, he’s too scared to fully talk about labels or that he’d like you enough to consider you to be his partner (he’s crazy about you).

And I think you’d also have to deal with this man staring at you just all the time. He loves eye contact already but he also just loves to memorize how you look?? Definitely has your little quirks down and when you ask him why he’s staring he’s always gonna say you have something on your face lmao.

I think he’s also like reserved about physical touch? Very scared of accidentally hurting you at first and it’s just so uncommon to him that he gets all nervous and his hands get all sweaty and clammy lol. But once he’s over that?? He’s touching you all the time, everywhere and it doesn’t matter who’s around lol.

And so yeah maybe he won’t admit that he’s absolutely whipped and crazy about you but I think you could certainly tell by his gestures? Soft nose kisses, tracing your lips and holding you close any time he can <3

He will definitely refer to you as his pretty girl (or pretty boy whichever you prefer). I think he’d definitely warm up to like baby or babe but calling his person pretty really warms his heart <3

Piggybacking off of that like… he would get so flustered and defensive if you compliment him. Would act like he cannot believe you did such a thing and pshhh, him? Pretty?? Absolutely cannot handle you saying such things about him. He knows he’s attractive but something about you saying it so gently, so sweetly and softly makes his knees weak.

Okay and I think at first too he just… is not the best gift giver. He has not had that practice before so it’s not necessarily sloppy but when he buys you things it would be within the hobby that you enjoy, but more of his style (for instance if you like reading he’s 100% getting you his favorite genre or book). Which is also, sweet but I do think he’s observant enough that after the first few times he truly understand what you like and what you don’t like.

I also think he’s down with restaurant dates and going to the movie theater and what not but I truly believe he loves to do things that are more sensual and deep? He’s definitely a late night, lying under the stars and having deep talks kind of guy. It takes a lot for him to open up but you best believe he has you memorized like the back of his hand.

AND I also think he is just such a gentleman?? Holding the door open for you, holding your hand as you step up a curb, giving you his jacket?? All of those omg.

I think he’d also ask your parents permission to date/marry you and all of that stuff (granted you have a good relationship with him). He just seems like he’d really want to have a good relationship with them too??

I’d also like to think that he just admits his feelings just randomly, maybe not even fully realizing he did it either?? Say you’re sat together on your couch early on a Saturday morning watching cartoons, definitely a little hungover, and he’s just like “You know I love you, right?”

And you’re just so taken aback and this is definitely not the scene that you imagined (neither did he) but it just works. Takes a lot for you to muster the words back because how emotional would that be?? Then he’d just squeeze your knee with a little smile and settle back into comfortable silence 🥺

Idk if any of this made sense but but he’s just my special little guy I luv him very dearly hehe

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

Next >

Bonus A/N: so much going on!! What will happen next? Who was the girl whose truck Curtis had to fix??

Thank you so much for reading!! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are soooo appreciated. Lmk if you’d like to be added to any of my tag lists. Love you!

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Fluffmas Day 3: Holding hands w/ Denki Kaminari

Word count: 881, Gender-neutral reader

The crisp air filled your nostrils, infiltrating your body as you exhaled. The day was beautiful this time of year when the cold had finally settled in and everyone made an effort to bundle up.

Your boyfriend, Kaminari, had decided that a nice stroll would ease the cold tension within the air, creating a lovely atmosphere for the both of you as you talked and walked through the various paths of the park.

“Yeah! And I almost got screwed over when it came to Ectoplasm's final quiz. My grades were on the line and he threw a curveball!” You chuckle at your boyfriend's exclamation of his instructor's methods of teaching, the evaporated air whisking through the air as you respond.

“But you passed, yeah?” He nods at your question, albeit a bit disheartened. 

“Yeah, by a tiny margin though, I know I could've done better! It was just so sudden!” He exclaims with his hands. That's what you like about him, he was always so expressive and knew how to keep you engaged in one of his many stories.

You curl your hands within your jacket as he continues, the cold slowly creeping its way into your bubble. You nod along, trying to ignore the nagging freezing of your fingertips. Maybe you shouldn't have second-guessed gloves… oh well.

“And then Bakubro totally blew his lid, per usual but still– the guy doesn't know when to take  a break. Even Aizawa-Sensei was fuming omigosh you should've seen it!” He looks over at you expectantly, seeing the slight uncomfyness on your face, the tips of your ears flushing from the slight breeze that flew by moments prior. 

“Haha y-yeah, sounds like him” The slight chatter in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him either. The way your nose scrunched up and your neck dared to retreat further into your jacket. Guess he had to take matters into his own hands.

Denki glances at your hands as they fidget within your jacket. He notices how cold it must’ve gotten in the time that he was rambling and how you’re burrowing your hands even further within your pockets. He smiles at how cute you look getting all frustrated over something uncontrollable.

He gently reaches over, taking your hand out from the pocket, intertwining his warm fingers with your ice cold ones, holding them firmly. He looks at you warmly, his eyes softening at the feeling.

“You’re cold, huh?” He asks gently.

If looks could cause physical damage, his would properly take away all of the frozen feelings within you, replacing them with a warmth that you can't quite pinpoint. Something that numbs your fingers as you feel his thumb run over the back of your hand.

You glance up and nod a bit sheepishly at the observation. “Haha….yeahhh, just a little…”

Denki smirks at how you warm up when he holds your hand. He notices how you’re looking up at him, the boyish smile plastered on his face enough to make you melt right then and there.

“Just a little?” He teases you a bit, gently swinging your hands back and forth as you continue along the pathway through the secluded park.

You nudge him playfully, though the slight feeling of heat radiating off of him kept you close, like a moth to the flame. 

Suddenly, he takes your intertwined hands, moving them into the pocket of his coat jacket, effectively bringing you closer as he hums at your newfound closeness.

Denki’s smile widens at your previous playful banter. He enjoys the casual feeling of your hands in his pocket, making his heart jump a bit and cheeks heat up, the red complimenting his pale skin.

Denki squeezes your hand lightly. “You’re cute, you know that?”

The sudden action of your hand intertwined within his pocket makes your heart flutter slightly. He knew how the cold affected you and decided to take action– he also knew how to fluster you and make you aware that maybe he did pay attention to what you liked…

You snap out of it, denying his statements playfully to continue the lighthearted banter. “Pshhh no way” 

He laughs again at your playful tone, finding it endearing and slightly amusing. He steps closer to you, and lightly bumps his shoulder against yours as you walk along the path together.

Denki squeezes your hand gently again before looking at you with a teasing smirk. "Yes way. Very cute."

You grin up at him, his affections finally breaking through your exterior and entering your heart. Denki's heart skips a beat as you grin up at him, he loves the way you smile...and especially when it's directed towards him. He squeezes your hand again, holding it a little tighter as you walk.

"You have no idea how adorable you look right now." Denki smiles warmly, a hint of affection and contentment in his eyes.

“You’re being cheesy again” The comment sets off a feign of offense through him as he clutches his chest with his free hand.

“I'm being f’real here! You look stunning, babe!”

Maybe teasing him a bit more would work out in your favor after all, i mean— a few compliments never hurt anyone. And neither did the small feeling of your hands connected, the warmth spreading through one of another.

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[sibsteria]

I’m outside the door, invite me in…

Patrick Ending

The Beginning

“Patrick…”

You sit silently, you know he’s right. From the beginning it had been him, you knew you could never truly let yourself be Mikey’s…your heart was given away a long time ago. But what about the band?

“Don’t feel guilty.” Ray shrugs.

“But-“

“Mikey made his choice either way, you’re not out of the band- and I’m sure he can get over it- so can you.” You sniff, nose a little snotty from all the crying.

“God…” You groan, this complicates so much of your life.

“We love you, and you need to find happiness. You’ve gone without it for far too long and…I can see that you have it when you’re with him…” You smile a little, coy, as you think about him.

“Could you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The next day…

“I don’t think Y/n is coming today…” Patrick huffs, angsty as ever.

“C’mon, I saw the two of you last night- she will come.” Your promise to hang out lingered in the air, last night you had gotten Pete’s number from Ray when he went back to the bar to pick up the Ways, telling him about your whole plan.

“I don’t know…she seemed pretty upset about that Mikey guy…” Patrick shrugs.

The doorbell rang, a minute prior you had sent a text to Pete of your arrival.

“You gonna answer that?” The four boys were currently at Joe’s aunts house, alone.

“Why?” Patrick narrowed his eyes, this wasn’t his house, if anything Joe should answer it. It was as if Pete could read minds.

“Joe’s shittin’, just go answer it, will you?” Pete rolled his eyes, Andy just shook his head.

“Holy Sm- Fine.” He grumbles, going downstairs to answer the door, you had made sure that Pete would send him and only him.

“Hi.” You whisper as he opens the door.

“Y/n…I thought you weren’t gonna’ come…” The breath is knocked out of his lungs as he sees you stood at the door, looking gorgeous as ever.

“What? Me? Not come? Pshhh.” You giggle, “Why would I not come and see the guy I’m in love with.” You hold your breath as you finish your sentence, letting it out nonchalantly- putting your feelings on the line.

“Well, it’s getting late and- wait!” His jaw hangs open, “What did you just say?” His voice goes soft, stepping closer to you.

“That…I’m in love with you” You bite your lip, in wait.

“You…really mean that?” His eyes are searching you for any signs that thus may not be true.

“Yeah…”

“You…love me…still?”

“Well it’s been about a minute, I think I’ve changed my mind now-“ You turn to leave before a hand grabs yours, pulling you back- your lips meet another pair.

He’s kissing you like it’s all he’s ever lived for, he’s careful with you, holding you like you could shatter or disappear if he holds you too tight- yet his lips are bruising. He feels like velvet, the perfect amount of wet and soft skin.

“I love you, more than anything.” His eyes bore into yours, like a kitten’s, totally in love.

“I should hope so.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

It was hard, finding a balance. After all, he had lived in Chicago and the rest of your life was in Jersey, your best friends- your band, career.

Some nights you cried over the phone, wanting nothing but to be in his arms, and when you finally got to see each other it was so very hard to leave your bedroom- oh, yeah- you moved in with Ray when he got his own place.

You emancipated yourself soon after Patrick left for Chicago, realising it was time to leave it all behind. It was a battle hard fought, if it wasn’t for your boys you don’t know if you could have done it.

You and Mikey are on better terms now, he seems to have thrown himself into slutville and sleeping around- as long as he’s healthy you couldn’t say anything.

You and Patrick had plans to move you to Chicago, your band now on hiatus, it hurt a lot but- it was for the best. It’s not like you didn’t have contact with any of them. Frank was actually the one to drive you there, finally having got his license, packing all your stuff into his tiny car.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

During the hiatus you collaborated a lot with Fall Out Boy, your backing vocals and the years of Patrick teaching you piano came in handy. You wrote a lot of songs with Pete, it had surprised you when he told you what he did on a summer’s day in 2011. Who knew Mikey had the guts to break the hearts of two friends?

Of course, you and Patrick had gotten married, attempting to keep it secret from the world for a while- Mikey was invited to the wedding, of course. He had finally moved on, bringing his wife to the reception, you caught up- you two had lost touch a lot during your hiatus.

Eventually, fans found out, but they found much more than a marriage.

The reason you couldn’t tour with them, as you usually had- performing your songs with them was…well, you would be performing for two.

It made you laugh when a photo would be posted online “Frank and Y/n spotted!!!” as if you weren’t friends, it wasn’t out of the ordinary- just because your band was on hiatus didn’t mean you ignored each other.

You wake up next to Patrick, sunbeams shining through, without a regret or a care in the whole world. You wouldn’t change it for anything.

(a/n who wants an extra or Y/n and Patrick losing their virginities? 🙈)

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Vampire’s Late Night Snack Terror” [Kino ver.]

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [キノ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers ZERO Vol. 7 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: I went into this fully expecting a repeat of Kou with Kino setting the kitchen on fire but he’s actually a decent cook??? It was also really cute how he wants to be more independent and stop relying on Yuuri to do everything for him. I swear this guy keeps on winning me over again and again ever since I played his Lost Eden route.

Kino burst into the room.

*Thud*

“...God! What does he mean ‘You can’t do it, Kino’...!? Who does he think I am, huh!?”

You ask him what’s wrong.

“It’s very simple! I was looking for a change of pace and casually offered to make a meal...but what do you think Yuuri said in response to that? ...That it’s impossible for me! I can cook though! It’s just that I usually choose not to!”

You tell them it’s not good to fight.

“We’re not fighting or anything...Well, I guess it’s true that I don’t exactly cook very often. Yuuri does it for me after all. But he didn’t have to just flat out doubt my capabilities like that! Aah...It pisses me off! Can’t I get back at him somehow? ...Right! You’re a pretty good cook, aren’t you?”

You suspect that he might want you to teach him.

“Yes, exactly! ...Teach me! How to cook!”

You seem hesitant.

“...Are you going to tell me that I can’t as well?”

You tell him that it’s too late to cook now.

“Who cares that it’s the middle of the night? Besides, I’m a Vampire, so I’m active during this time of day. ...Ah-aah...That really stings. You’ll have to do something now to make up for this emotional pain.”

Kino approaches you.

*Rustle*

“So...Where do you want me to bite you? It would seem to me that you’re dying to have me give you a taste of pain, so I’ll gladly take you up on that offer?”

You protest.

“I won’t wait. So, where do you want my fangs? Ahー Perhaps I should go for your ear? It’s a very sensite spot, so I’m sure it’ll hurt a lot?”

You continue to fight back.

“Then...You’ll teach me, right? I don’t care about the dish itself.”

You agree.

“There we go. You should have just nodded in agreement from the beginning.”

*Rustle*

“Well then, let’s go to the kitchen then. Just a heads up, pick something fancy but possible for me to make, okay?”

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

“You’ve started...lining up some strange things. These odd vegetables and...cheese? What are we going to make with these?”

You refuse to tell him for now.

“That’s something to look forward to? Okay, sure. I guess I’ll follow your instructions this once. ーー So, where should I start?”

*Rustle*

“What...is this?”

You tell him.

“Eh? This is lotus root!? I had no idea it had this sort of shape...”

*Rustle*

“Oh, you’re right! Now that you mention it, the cross-section looks like lotus root! I should slice it, right?”

You tell him he has to cut it thinly.

“Eeeh? You have so many requests. Yeah, I know. I’ll cut thin slices.”

You tell him the amount you need.

“One hundred gram!? So what does 100 gram of lotus root look like exactly!? Could you stop giving me all the difficult tasks!?”

*Cling*

“Hmph...God. I’ll just wing it...”

*Chop chop chop*

“About this much?”

You praise his knifework. 

“Guess so. I mean, obviously I know how to use a knife. So, what’s next?”

You turn on the stove.

“Ah...We’re going to bake these? ...You can hear the sound of the oil sizzling. Can I add the lotus root now?”

You give him instructions again.

“There you go asking complicated things again...Fine. I should line them up leaving as little gaps as possible...and bake them until the surface is crispy, right?”

*Pshhh*

*Rustle*

“Mmh! Looking good! It’s got a nice brown color and gives off a rich fragrance. What should I do next?”

*Rustle*

“Are these leftovers from dinner? Can I put them on?”

You nod.

“Then I’ll place these bite-sized pieces of bacon all around...and sprinkle the finely chopped pieces of tomato on top as well, okay? The rings of green pepper as well. ...Mmh! A nice array of colors! As to be expected of me! Why don’t we add in some konpeito as well while we’re at it? I really like these ones!”

*Cling cling*

“See? Aren’t they pretty? I’m very fond of the star shape as well. Let’s try mixing it in here!”

You stop him.

*Rustle*

“Eeh~? Party pooper! ...Fine then. ...So, what comes next?”

You had him a bag of grated cheese.

“Oh? This is...grated cheese, no? Eeh? But if we put this on top, it’ll ruin the nice color palate we had going on, no? ...Ah, right! The key is to put an even, thin layer! ...I’ll put it on top then, okay?”

Kino adds the cheese.

“Sprinkle it all over...”

*Rustle*

“There! It’s starting to melt, look! Uwah~! It looks really delicious already!”

You tell him that it’s not quite ready yet.

“Fine. I’ll put on the lid, okay?”

*Cling*

“Now we just wait, right? I’ve gotten kind of hungry even though I had dinner earlier. Well, I guess I don’t technically need to eat since I’m a Vampire but I can’t wait for the finished product!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling*

“Uwah! It looks scrumptious! Although you can tell by the scent alone that it’s going to be delicious. Is it done now?”

You nod and plate it.

*Cling*

“Hooray! It’s done! ...Quick and easy, lotus root pizza!”

You seem surprised that he could tell what it’s based on.

“It’s pretty obvious that it’s meant to be a pizza. This is the first time I’ve seen someone use lotus root for the crust though. Say...Why don’t we give it a little taste before we go show it to Yuuri? It’s really tempting me.”

You give him permission.

“Hehe~ Well then...Time to dig in~!”

Kino takes a bite.

“Mmh...Nn...Mmh~! What’s this!? Holy shit! It’s super delicious!”

You ask him if he really likes it that much.

“Yeah! It’s out of this world! The lotus root crust is really crispy! Even though it’s thin, because it’s been crisped up in the pan, it has a really rich flavor. Kind of like vegetable chips...? 

I really like the melted cheese on top as well! You should eat it while it’s still piping hot. Similar to a cheese fondue, I love how the cheese wraps around the vegetables and brings out the sweetness! 

Also, the smoky aroma from the bacon has seeped into the lotus root. The fat from the meat melts inside your mouth...”

*Crunch*

“Mmh...Delicious!”

You say that you’re glad he likes it.

“Mm~ Way to go! You hit the nail on the head by choosing this recipe! It’s easy to make and delicious. Just like what I asked for!”

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

“Huh? Is that...jelly?”

*Rustle*

“Uwah! There’s konpeito inside! So pretty...It looks like stars floating in the sky.”

You ask if he likes it. 

“Of course I like it! I was wondering what you were up to earlier, but you were making this, huh? You really are a great asset with how you’ll take all of my requests into account. What more could a man ask for (1)?”

You get flustered.

“What are you blushing for? I honestly wouldn’t mind marrying you right here, right now?”

You panic even more. 

“Hahaha! What are those weird movements for? Honestly, I never grow tired watching you. ...Oh well, let’s leave that topic for another day.”

*Cling*

“I’m positive Yuuri will be shocked when he sees this table!”

You agree.

“Mmh. ...Well, I know this all started after I got into an argument with Yuuri but I actually had one more reason to want to cook. I realized that I should start becoming more independent little by little...I decided to stop thinking in terms of ‘a master and his servants’, remember? I don’t want to use Yuuri as a personal butler forever, you see. That’s why I gotta at least be able to cook by myself.”

You chuckle.

“What are you grinning for? It’s creepy. Are you mocking me, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“I wonder. ...This is your punishment for making me upset.”

*Cling*

“Here, say ‘aahn’.”

You refuse.

“I’m not taking no as an answer. Now open your mouth?”

*Rustle*

“Fufu, very obedient now, aren’t we? ...Here you go, ‘aahn’.”

*Crunch*

“Good, right? I made it myself, so be sure to savor it thoroughly, okay?”

You nod.

“Right? Come on, feed me some as well.”

*Cling*

“Aahn~”

*Crunch*

“Mm...Mmh...Yeah, delicious! If we eat too much, there will be none left but...Oh well! We’ve still got plenty of ingredients left, so we can always make a new batch! I want to share the very first dish I made together with you anyway. ...Right~?”

ーー THE END ーー 

Translation notes

(1) Kino calls her a ‘ryousai kenbo’ which literally means ‘good wife, wise mother’ and which is kind of seen as the ideal for woman in Japan and a lot of East-Asian countries. 

[crazystargirl]

jealous? i don't get jealous! ♥

NONE OF THESE LINKS BELOW ARE UPDATED!

pt.2 || pt. 3 || pt.4

pairing ♥: spider soccoro x reader, spider soccoro x human!reader, jealous!spider soccoro x reader

word count ♥: 0.6k!

author's note ♥: LMAO HELP I JUST REALIZED I REUSED ONE OF THE IMAGES FOR HERE AND THE MASTERLIST BUT ANYWAYS writers block has been a bit of a bitch lately but i managed to finish this at dinner. help my food took so long to come and it tasted terrible :((

After conversing with Neteyam and Spider for a bit longer, you noticed Lo’ak still wasn't talking, at least he stopped fidgeting and seemed to be listening to yall's conversation.

Right as you were about to open your mouth to ask why, Neteyam beat you to it

"Hey lil bro! Why so tense still?"

You were not lying when you thought that Lo’ak turned like a deer in headlights

"Uh nothing, just thinking, saving my energy for later"

"Pshhh yeah right, all we're doing is setting up camp tonight and sleeping so what's the real reason?" Neteyam retorted

You and Spider both exchange a look of suprise, you guys had never heard Neteyam call Lo’ak out like that. 

Lo'ak was once again saved by Jake this time as he announced that you guys were about to arrive and to make sure no one had anything dangling out 

Damn every single time you were about to find out what Lo’ak was thinking about, someone saves him.

As you guys landed, everyone started to get off the ikrans. As jake went to help everyone get their stuff off, spider came over to you and helped you off.

"Dad's gonna set up camp, do you guys wanna explore a bit?" Lo'ak said, coming up beside Spider

"Yeah sure, let's just not bring Tuk" Spider says

You look up at the boys confused, "why not?"

"Well she usually just slows us down and we have to bring her because Dad says so" Kiri says coming to stand beside you

"Damn alright lets go then" you say as Spider takes your hand

Kiri sees that and sees Lo’ak narrow his eyes at the gesture, goddamn if Lo’ak liked you then why wouldn't he just confess

As you guys explored you found a few pretty flowers that you wanted to pick. Spider saw you looking at them and took you over and picked them

"Guys hurry up! We don't have all day, dad's gonna get mad at us if he sees us gone for so long!" Kiri says looking back at you two.

Spider puts the flowers behind your ear and grabs your hand. Kiri hears Lo’ak scoff behind her as you two make your way to the sully kids

"Lo’ak if you’re going to get annoyed with Spider’s flirting try making it less obvious, do you even know if the two are dating?" Kiri huffs, clearly annoyed with Lo’ak's behavior

"Well I've never asked but by their behavior with each other i doubt it, spider flirts with y/n all the time but i have never seen her once reciprocate his gestures" Lo’ak retorts with an eye roll.

"Hey i think we should head back now, it's getting late" Spider says as you and him make your way to them.

You all agree and make your way back to the camp area

Neytiri immediately starts sorting you all into to groups to sleep in

"Lo'ak, Spider, and Neteyam go over there, Kiri and y/n in there, and Tuk you can sleep with me and Jake"

You all nodded and went to your designated tents

As you laid down, you see Kiri come and sit beside you. You prop yourself up on your elbow, "What's up?"

"Nothing really, i just wanted to know if there was a specific reason you're never allowed out the lab?"

"Oh well honestly I'm not sure. It has to do partly because your mom isn't the biggest fan of us but other than that I'm not sure…"

"Oh alright, i hope Norm lets you come out more, i missed you"

"Me too, good night Kiri"

You fall asleep quickly due to not being used to so much physical activity but Kiri laid awake for a while.

She realized she had forgotten to ask you about how you felt about Spider. She loved Lo’ak and all but honestly she did not think that you two would go well together

Not only that but you seemed oblivious to both boys feelings, so how was she going to break it to you gently that you were caught in a love triangle between your best friend and her brother?

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[iguana-eyanna]

Hey love your fanfics. I was wondering if you could write a potato x reader fanfic he asks the reader to be his girl and gives her his jacket and it’s all cute please ?

T🪽Birds request: My Sister and My Best Friend?!

a/n: I recently been watching Friends and I knew the PERFECT episode that would fit this fic!

Being Gil's younger sister was a blessing and a curse. The blessing was no one dared to mess with a Rizzo. The bad news was, every boy was scared to ask you out.

Born a year apart, you two were very close. Gil was very overprotective of all of his sisters, but now that you were in the same high school as him surrounded by possible boyfriends, all that Gil could see was red.

He even strictly told his friends that none of them should even bat an eyelash at you. They've respected Gil's wishes of course, but one friend just couldn't control what he felt for you.

And that would be Potato.

There was no denying that there was chemistry between you two. He tried to think that you two were nothing but good friends... chumps... associates.

But he can't say that now as you two were in your room, sitting by your bed as you two were making out.

"We - need - to - stop - this." Potato said between kisses.

"A - greed." you replied between your kisses, but you couldn't help it. Your kisses became more passionate and filled with fire.

You were able to softly push him away as both of you needed air.

"This is much better than making out in the janitor's closet." You remarked.

Potato chuckled as he combs his messy gelled hair back.

"Yeah that room had no light whatsoever, and now I could see more of your beautiful face." He whispered as he pulled you closer. You smiled as you two began to kiss more until -

"Sis! I'm home!" Gil said out loud.

You and Potato freeze as you look at your closed door that was locked.

"I thought you said no one would be home tonight!" Potato whispered.

"And you told me that Gil would be fixing his car!" You said, as Gil often stayed at the auto shop after hours.

"So we're both wrong!" Potato whispered screamed.

"Sis?" Gil asked again as you could hear his footsteps come closer to your room.

"Hide!" You said, pushing Potato down as he rolled under your bed.

You got up and slightly opened your door so Gil won't be too suspicious that you had your door locked.

"Hey Gil, what's up bro?" You said a bit too quickly.

Gil quirks an eyebrow as he looks at you.

"The gang is downstairs eating a pizza. You're welcome to join us but you're just going to snitch on me, are you?"

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

"I'm not going to snitch on you, I have secrets of my own too, you know." You lightly tease.

"Pshhh, yeah right Mother Mary. You're quite the risk taker."

Gill looks at you and sees how your hair was kinda a mess and your wearing lipstick that was slightly smudged.

"Why you look like that?" Gil asks.

"It's a... new look! All the rage in France!" You tried convincing him. He knits his eyebrows more and pushes your door opened as he looks in your room.

"You can't barge in like this!" You screamed at Gil.

"Who's in here?" He asks, searching your closet.

"No one, Gil! Get out!" You screamed out.

"I am no leaving this room until I know what's going on!"

"Achoo!" Potato sneezed under the bed.

"Bless you!" Gil screamed back, still scrimmaging in your closet.

Gil immediately stopped as he realized that wasn't you that sneezed.

Looking almost murderous, he turns around and kneels down by your bed, grabbing an arm and sees that he pulled out his friend.

"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. HERE?!" Gil yelled out.

"Uhhhhhh, looking for dust bunnies?" Potato replied nervously.

Gil was about to punch him until you tried pulling back his arm.

"Let go of him, Gil!" You said.

Suddenly, you hear a bunch of feet coming at the door and the gang sees you trying to separate the two.

"A little help?!" you yelled at Gil's friends.

Richie and Shy Guy hold back Gil, but they could tell his sheer goal to strangle Potato.

"I can't believe it! My sister and my best friend?!" Gil screamed out loud.

"Look, Gil, I know this kinda looks bad -"

"Kinda?"

"But it's not like that!" Potato defended.

You stand with Potato as you held his hand.

"We're not fooling around, Gil. I really like him. He treats me like a princess, don't you want my boyfriend to be a gentleman?" You ask.

"I'm your boyfriend?" Potato asks.

"Of course you are." You reassured him as you gave him a loving look, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Hey, I'm still here!" Gil caught your guys' attention.

You look at your brother who had his hands on his waist, looking down at the ground and then back at you.

"You promise to treat her right?" Gil asks Potato.

"I will." Potato replied.

Gil smiled and gave Potato a hug.

"If you break her heart, I'll throw you in the meat grinder." Gil whispered for only Potato to hear.

"Duly noted." Potato replied before the two friends let go.

Gil goes up to you, realizing you're not a little kid anymore. You were a young woman, and he was proud that you stood up to him.

"You're still my sis, and I'll always be over protective of you."

"I know, thanks for having my back." You said, knowing Gil always had your best interest at heart.

"Finally, now everyone knows." Cynthia said with relief.

Gil looks up, confused.

"Wait, how many of you guys knew about them?"

Everyone tensed up and started making excuses to go downstairs. Olivia goes up to Gil.

"C'mon, let's leave these two alone for a bit." She pulled him away before he could protest.

"Man, that went better than expected." Potato said, feeling like he can finally breathe now.

"I'm surprised there's not a lot of bloodshed." You teased. You two broke out in a fit of laughter as he held you.

"Shall we go downstairs to eat with them?" You ask.

"Yeah, but I feel like something is missing." He says, making you confused. He looks around your room and grabs his jacket, holding it nervously.

"You know, in case you feel chilly." He says, but secretly gushing if you could wear it.

You smile and you turned around so he could drape it around your shoulders.

"It's perfect." You said, turning back to him.

You two smiled at each other and shared a sweet kiss before leaving downstairs to join your friends. As you all sat around, laughing together, Potato just thought he was the luckiest guy in the world to have you.

And you both are so excited to see what's in store for you.

[silverslipstream]

Uncertain - OC kiss week, Day 1

Prompt: A kiss that means nothing to one person - and something to the other. Pairing: Natalie Bertrand & Callista Fontecchio (one-sided) Summary: Back when Natalie and Callista were F1 teammates at Octane MRT, they developed a close friendship that's still going strong in 2024. On Nat's end of things, however, this is how it became something quite different... Word count: 1,306

Uncertain

Monza, 2019 Monday, early morning - after the Italian Grand Prix.

Despite the ungodly hour, the night air was balmy and did little to dispel the sheen of sweat on Natalie Bertrand’s skin. After a night of drinking and partying to celebrate Sunday’s Grand Prix, she was beginning to sober up, and once again wondering why the hell she’d chosen to end another Grand Prix weekend getting drunk and going to a variety of too-loud, too-conspicuous clubs. She checked her phone: it was 2:04 AM, and she still had no signal.

Callista mumbled something in the general direction of Nat’s right shoulder. She eyed her teammate cautiously; the older woman was three inches taller than Natalie, and significantly more drunk. Nat had an arm locked around her shoulders, but Callista’s constant swaying and moving made it hard to keep balance.

“What?”

Callista squeezed herself against Nat’s shoulder, and Nat hated the thrill that went through her at the contact. “I said, isn’t it pretty here? God, we’ll—I have to…we’ll come back here in the daytime. Sometime.”

The little cobbled alley they were walking down was typically Italian. Ornate lampposts cast soft yellow accents onto shadowed frescos, and the buildings seemed to lean on each other like old friends. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she muttered, pointedly refusing to look at Callista.

“Ugh—tesoro, sei proprio una guastafeste—I’m serious!”

“The only thing I’m serious about is calling a fucking Uber to get your drunk ass back to the hotel. We have a team event tomorrow, in case you’d forgotten, and we fly out in the evening!”

“Pshhh,” Callista said, flapping her hand in front of Nat’s face. Nat tried not to concentrate on the way the streetlights outlined the soft contours of Callista’s fingers, or the lingering smell of her rose-scented perfume. “Little, little Natalie. Always so serious. You had so much fun tonight! Why do you tighten up like—like the screws and bolts?”

“Someone has to.”

“Stron-za-te!” Callista sang in a mocking falsetto. “We are drivers some of the time, yes, but we are humans all of the time. Take work off your mind, live a little, breathe a little. You are what—twenty-four? Yet you act like you’re, eh, already planning for retirement. Bank account, pension, little house, little husband—”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Natalie was being to feel herself getting annoyed with her teammate. She liked Callista, but sometimes the Italian’s bluntness—especially under the influence of alcohol—was incredibly grating. “I came out clubbing with you, didn’t I? You did keep asking me—”

“Yes! Yes, you did! And you had fun tonight, no?”

“Well…” Nat remembered the tang of shot after shot, the kaleidoscopic whirl of a multi-coloured dance floor, the sweaty, slippery warmth of Callista’s hand in hers. “Yes, I suppose…”

“Good, good! I am not saying we should, ah, do this more often, but just let yourself loosen up a little more without the drinking and the parties, yeah? I like you, Natalie, but sometimes you look so…so…aspro, impassibile…”

Natalie snorted, nudging her teammate. “Cut that shit out. You know I can’t speak Italian.”

“Ah, doesn’t matter. I liked hanging out with you! You’re fun when you’re not being so uptight.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t quite have as much fun as you did, if that’s what you’re getting at. How many men did you end up kissing in there?”

Callista threw back her head and laughed. “God, you’re not really such a prude, are you? Three, maybe four. Nothing to it, nothing by it. Just some harmless fun. Plus,” she lowered her voice to a stage whisper, “there were some pretty fine examples on display tonight, no?”

Natalie grimaced. “Seriously?”

“What? You got a boyfriend or something? I just bet you do. Nice, respectful, Mama and Papa love him, you are waiting for this season’s pay cheque to clear so you can put a deposit down on a house—”

“You are such an asshole!” Natalie replied, but she was giggling. “No, no boyfriend. And I don’t want to kiss men in some horrible sticky club. I have standards.”

“Pfft. You are such a bitch sometimes, Nat. That's—that's why I like you so much.”

Before the sudden nickname could register in Natalie’s brain, Callista swept her own arm around Natalie’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Despite how much she’d drunk, the contact was surprisingly gentle: Callista’s lips whispered against her cheek for a few seconds before she pulled back, shooting Nat a dazzling grin. Natalie stared at Callista’s mouth, stupefied. Callista had kissed her. Kissed her. On the cheek, yes—a completely friendly, totally platonic thing which was totally normal, and probably expected given how much alcohol they’d both drunk. So why the hell had it felt so tender? And why the hell did she feel so disappointed? It wasn’t as if Callista had grabbed her by the chin and kissed her fully on the mouth or anything—

Dimly, she felt pinpricks of heat rising in her cheeks.

“Fuck, you are too cute!” Callista said, bringing Natalie back into focus. “Are you blushing? Am I so good at kissing that even women swoon at a friendly peck on the cheek?”

Friendly peck. Right. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just thinking, that’s all.”

“I thought we agreed, not so much thinking, thinking, thinking, all the time?” Callista sighed, turning away from her to roll her eyes in mock-exasperation at the cloud-scudded night sky. Her short, wavy brown hair was limned in soft lamplight, and Natalie was seized by the crazed impulse to reach up and sweep it back from her forehead. Instead she coughed, and cleared her throat.

“I’m just wondering where the hell the cell reception’s gone. I need to call an Uber, or a cab, or something.”

“There’s a road up here,” Callista replied. “Honestly, they’ll have a cab driver sitting here waiting, I know it. Maybe more than one. Honestly, they’re vultures, they wait for drunk people wandering home…”

Natalie nodded, and let her teammate’s rapid-fire ranting wash over her, barely noticing as both Callista’s volume and use of Italian words increased. All she wanted was a cold drink of water, a long shower, and as much sleep as she could scrape together. Her brain felt like a football being kicked down flight after flight of stairs. She remembered the club, how Callista had been by her side most of the night. How safe she’d felt when Callista was there, and the filaments of drunken listlessness that had stolen over her whenever she hadn’t.

Fuck. Natalie ground the heels of her hands against her eyes. Sleep. She just needed sleep, and water. Everything else would be swallowed by tomorrow.

After turning a corner, they reached a narrow road, and the two waiting taxis confirmed Callista’s suspicions. She watched silently as her teammate went up to the nearest one, a blue taxi that looked several years past its best, and haggled with the driver in machine-gun Italian before turning back to Nat.

“Giuseppe here will take us back to the hotel, the fastest way he can—giusto, truffatore di basso livello?”

Giuseppe rolled his eyes at her, but motioned for the pair of them to sit inside all the same. It was cramped in the backseat. Nat was uncomfortably aware of just how much of her skin was pressed against Callista’s as the taxi pulled away; the silence between them prickled in the dark. She resisted the urge to look at her teammate, instead keeping her gaze locked on her knees.

“I’d call that a successful night out,” whispered Callista, her vodka-scented breath tickling Natalie’s earlobe. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

She resisted the urge to touch her cheek. The ghosts of Callista’s lips burned into her skin, as if branded there.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Could I have a smut scenario where reader’s colleague Skeptic is assigned to teach her coding (probably by Trumpet because he knows reader likes Skep), and during their sessions, reader is a tease but Skeptic does his best to resist but eventually gives into her temptations-

[COULD I?????? Yes...yes I could/and gladly will! Hope you don't mind as usual I try to leave the reader open so everyone can insert themselves into this. Also I'm not sure where Trumpet works himself in but this is fanfic so I'm gonna make sure he's in there one way or another!]

~Informative~

-Tomoyasu Chikazoku Smut-

Informative-providing useful or interesting information.

His mind worked a million miles an hour as he'd just finished up some leftover work from Feel Good when suddenly there was a dim knock on the door of his private space at Detnerat. He thinks nothing of it as he finishes saving his work and directs on of his puppets to answer for him. He was expecting anything but the sound of a shriek. He sighs, knowing that all to familiar voice at the doorway. When he turns his desk chair slightly he sees you standing there, gripping your chest and letting out a sigh. "Tomoyasu, you don't have any other real use for these things besides servitude???" You speak, moving past the creepy thing and making your way into the office. He rolls his eyes at your words and crosses his arms while still seated. "They're quite helpful if you ask me. Certainly more meaningful to the cause than you could ever hope to be. Now what do you want? I don't suppose you've come in here to prattle about and waste my time again, have you?" He quips at you. "I'll have you know, I'm plenty useful to the cause, handsome." You wink at him and he shudders in disgust. "What do you want..." He reiterates, trying to quickly change the subject.

You're always teasing him like this...

"I was sent in here with the task of having you become my teacher for the next few weeks." You speak proudly and he squints in suspicion. Was this another one of your ploys to bother him rather than let him work? How disgraceful he hasn't worked up the proper gall to drive you away from him yet. Or perhaps he didn't truly want to do so. He silently denies any feelings come budding up again. "Teacher? For what exactly? You couldn't be taught by me and learn, much less by anyone else. You couldn't pour water out of a boot even if the instructions were written on the side of it." He smirks at your look of shock. You place a hand over your chest and pretend to be offended, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh my, that was just so very rude of you. Whatever am I to do? My heart is broken! Pshhh yeah right...and anyway, you better believe me. I'm telling you the truth. I was told it would be good to pick up on this other skill set because not only would it strengthen our defenses tech wise but it'd also give you some time to recharge when you needed a step-in."

"Step in? A step in? Rest assured there's no one on this planet that could 'step in' for me. I'm the best at what I do and I don't need some pathetic underling to-"

"Call and see then, since you don't believe me." You cut him off, placing your phone in his hand. He stares up at you and glares before opening your videocall app and seeing the last person you'd conversed with. "Trumpet..." He pressed the call button and grits his teeth when the politician's face comes up on screen. "Is this yet another prank of yours then? Where's the grand commander? Let me speak with him immediately." Despite Skeptic's angry disposition, Hanabata seems unbothered. He in fact ends up smiling instead. A rather mischievous one at that..."Grand Commander is home sick with the flu. He asked me to send Y/N in so she/he/they could learn to code from you. He did this personally of me so I wouldn't dare end up calling him to argue or go against his word...unless of course you don't seem to agree with him and his vision?" Trumpet smirked when he knew he had Skeptic's arm tied up in a metaphorical knot. What Skeptic didn't know was that ReDestro didn't specifically ask for his help. He'd originally asked for Skeptic to find someone at Feel Good that could assist with this. However, Trumpet knew you two were fairly engrossed with each other (despite the way you seemed to be at each other's throats half the time) and he knew the best course of action to push you together would be a little white lie.

Tomoyasu hung up the phone and slammed it on the desk next to him before turning back to the monitor screen. He sighs in annoyance and points at the chair next to him. "Sit down before I change my mind." You happily smile and take a seat next to him. He directs his puppet (still standing by the doorway) to shut the door and remain facing the wall there. At least he was considerate of your discomfort around them...

The entire first half of the hour was less like an informative lesson and more like him degrading you for the most simple of mistakes. The harder he was on you, the more mistakes you made. The more mistakes meant the harder he was going to be, thus only making you again mess up more. It was a difficult cycle you couldn't seems to get over. The next part of the hour he decided to get into a long lecture about the technique of coding and blah blah blah...Your mind drifted away. You find your eyes settling once more on his lips and down his clothed chest to his lap. This was not a first time occurrence when it came to you. You were attracted to him yes, but anytime you tried to honestly confess to him it all came out as teasing. You'd never known he'd felt the same way, would you? Or course not with the way his attraction came out as aggression and annoyance. Being in the same confined area as you for this long was making his mouth dry. He was trying to control his thoughts as best he could manage. He kept his eyes glued to the screen as he spoke to you but his mind was certainly elsewhere. He'd damned himself about 28 times a week for falling for someone like you. He'd damned himself 28 times more for touching himself in the shower at the thought of you last night. He was slowly losing his mind. You were the cause of it.

"If you're not going to pay attention then I'm not going to waste my time trying to teach you the basics. It's not like you've managed to make a lick of progress so far anyway..." He grumbles and you smirk at him. "Oh? Because I thought I did pretty good with that whole script thing earlier. I saw you smile when I got it right...that one little thing." You reach over and poke his side. He growls and huffs at you, poking back much harsher and causing you a bit of light pain. "Don't flatter yourself. That was the ONLY thing you could do right. I doubt you could even remember how to write your own name half the time." He laughs at his own mean joke. You smile mischievously and poke him back. He takes it as a challenge and returns the favor. To anyone else watching, you two would look like two toddlers fighting each other. Soon it got to the point where you got so rowdy with him that you stood up to run away and he followed. You didn't make it far as you tripped over one of the lose wires on the ground and he quickly caught you. It didn't register just how close you were to each other's face until you opened your eyes and looked at him. He was at an angle over you that you could see his greyed eyes beneath the long choppy black bangs covering them. His mind had gone blank for a bit as he stared back at you. He silently cursed himself for leaning in even closer. Couldn't seem to deny his own body when your lips reached each other. When you both pulled away from the kiss, he was trying to quietly catch his breath back. Of course you needed to say something stupid to ruin the moment.

"If this is the kind of lesson you give on coding, please by all means sign me up for the next few weeks!" You smirk at him and he scoffs. "Shut up."

"Make me..."

Oh there is was. There was the exact moment he decided to stop running and start chasing. There's much you could've said about the situation yourself but it would seem your words are caught in your throat when he has you bent over the desk with his fingers stuffed in your mouth to silence your moans. "I've grown tired of your constant teasing me. Perhaps I should've taught you long ago not to mess with me hmm? Oh why aren't you replying? Say something or I'll just have to fuck you harder." He's messing with you now. He knows you can't speak like this. Even if you could, it would all come out a jumbled mess anyway. He uses his free hand to grip at the back of your neck while he thrusts into you. Eventually he removes his other hand from your mouth and pulls himself out, replacing his cock with your hand and using your own saliva as lubrication. Without much warning, he forcefully shoves himself back inside. You gasp and quickly bite down on your own forearm to keep yourself quiet. Although you've both lost yourselves to pleasure, you're still aware enough to know the risks of getting caught having sex at Detnerat with each other and the embarrassment that'll come with it.

While you try to desperately contain your own moans, he resorts to covering his own mouth now. He can feel himself getting closer and you tightening yourself around him was only making it more intense by the minute. "Fuck~ Why don't you cum for me hmm? C'mon, I'm only doing you a favor by allowing you to finish on my cock. Hurry before I change my mind." He leans down to nip at your shoulder while slowing his thrust to a rougher and more direct pace. You feel yourself coming undone whether you were ready or not. You couldn't draw this out any longer if you'd wanted to as you finish right there for him. Your muffled moan into your own arm and the way you feel around him was just enough he needed for himself. He instead bites down roughly into your shoulder and groans as he finishes as well. When he pulls away he glances at the mouth/teeth marks he'd left on the skin there. The awkward silence of getting dressed next to you and praying no one heard you would've almost been enough for him to want to die had you not said those magic words he only heard you say in his dreams before this...

"So, you uh...wanna come back to my place later and watch a movie?"

For the first time in a long time he'd actually given you a genuine and non-sarcastic smile before he replied. "Yeah sure."

[malum-incessu]

[ for @riiese | continued from here | hilda/ingvar + chess ]

Chess attempted to squeak out some sort of response, but it didn't particularly seem to work. Instead, he looked back to the security tape in front of him, trying to find the words to elaborate. None came. He blinked a few times before turning back around to face the duo.

"...y-yeah, that definitely, uh—that definitely constitutes abnormal!" he managed finally, nodding. "Not that I think it's weird, or anything, I mean—abnormal is kinda what I do, y'know? What we do, really—" He was rambling again. "...never mind. Um."

"Frighten? What? Pshhh, no, never!" He waved a hand, mock bravado layered on so thick it was like butter on a biscuit. A well-buttered biscuit, even; not one of those crappy ones your aunt makes and only puts a singular blob of butter on. "Nope, nah, not me. No, you're all good!" Leaning on one elbow, he managed to hit a key on his keyboard, closing the security feed. "Fuck! Uh—it's fine. Y'know what? Don't even worry about it. Anyway."

"Introductions? Right, right—right! I'm, uh—well, I'm Chess." He offered a weak smile towards the other two. "Did you...know that already? You might've known that. Well. It's fine! Uh—I'm Chess. Yep." At Hilda's words, he shrugged. "Well, panicking I have down, but I'm...not so much the shooting type, y'know? That honor goes more to Pat. Or Dani, really." A small grin, genuine this time, touched his face. "Guess you got lucky with little ol' me, then!"