#pt x ot

[the-far-bright-center]

Where is the fandom that only views the Prequels and Original Trilogy as canon? Where can I go to escape the constant onslaught of terrible hot takes that are clearly influenced by Disney's attempts at 'reframing' the saga through their unending stream of churned-out content? Is there anyone left who not only still likes but also still UNDERSTANDS the real Skywalker saga? Who sees the PT x OT as the only true canon and the rest as just optional (and thus not having any requisite bearing on characterisation, plot, themes, etc), and just sees it as the glorified fanfiction that it is?

And especially... where are all the OG Anakin x Padme fans who actually understand the characters and their relationship? Did they disappear? Get fed up with tumblr? Recently, I even went looking for some old Anidala fan vids from the 2000s and early 2010s, only to see those had been deleted, too. It's like a ghost town out here...

Almost everyone I used to connect with over (the real) Star Wars seems to have disappeared over the years and I'm left adrift here in this sea of awful misinterpretations, which I blame mostly on Disney but also on the general obtuseness of tumblr fandom culture.

Ahhhhhh. I'm so tired of it all.

[mandalorian-loving-mandalorian]

y’all ever think abt how at least some people know that leia and luke are siblings and someone definitely asked leia abt her biological parents.

maybe she wouldn’t answer, just smile and dismiss it. her parents are the organas and nothing would ever change it.

but, if she did...

do you think that she’d keep it quick and concise? “they were well respected on coruscant.” or “my mother was an influential senator. my father was a jedi war hero.”

would she mention padmè specifically? anakin, even? would she have to hold a smile and talk about the man who destroyed her entire life like his blood in her veins was something to be proud of, not a sick twist of fate?

[llycaons]

house truly is a show of contrasts. really ableist and fatphobic but also hitting hard on things related to abelism and faphobia that other shows wouldn't touch, creating some genuinely satisfying moments

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Orbiting: pt.3°

: pt.1° | pt.2°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [1.8k idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining, TONS of smut, use of cock ring]

-

"Jungkook, you can't be serious," you're limping around your home following the cause of your headache.

"I am," he deadpans. He pushes your throw pillows on one side of the couch and plops himself in it. "Back to your room, Y/N. Or do you need me to tuck you in?" he teases with a grin.

Tired from the day and your ankle still throbbing with pain, you huff and retreat to your room. You don't bother closing your door.

"You coming?" You call.

A second passes. Then another. He didn't fall asleep already, did he?

A thud is heard from your living room. Then, Jungkook appears in your doorway.

Shirtless. You gulp, trying not to salivate. He knows he looks good; he doesn't need the boost.

"You're insatiable," he chastises, but at the same time, he's walking closer to you. "But you need to rest, babe." His hands softly rub your head, then tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's not that. It's cold outside," you roll your eyes. "Can't have you getting sick, at least not until your game tomorrow. Your team needs their star player," you jest.

Jungkook only giggles, already claiming his side of your bed. The side that's always been his. Even before this whole friends-with-benefits thing, Jungkook always slept on the right side of your bed during sleepovers or when he needed to crash the night after a long practice.

You lived a bit closer to the rink—that was his excuse to the guys on his team when they teased him. Also, his mom agreed that it wasn't safe for him to be driving late at night, especially when he was already tired. Sure, she didn't know he slept in your room, but it was all 'platonic' then. The important thing was he was getting good rest. It really wasn't because of your warmth beside him in bed and that he found comfort in seeing you after an exhausting day that made him sleep better. Or so he thinks.

It's a tug-of-war when it comes to him admitting how he feels on certain moments.

"Hey, get your head out of the gutter, Jeon," you mimic his words earlier.

With a pout but round eyes filled with mischief, Jungkook retaliates with tickles. In a fit of laughter, you try to get him to stop, "Gguk.. my fo—ot."

"Oh, shit," he raises his hand to stop. "Sorry, babe."

Catching your breath, you throw him a glare, "You're lucky I can't tackle you." Jungkook responds with by nuzzling his head in your neck and littering pecks on your neck. "Go to sleep," he mumbles between kisses.

You let out a chortle, "You're the one wreaking havoc on my bed, Jeon."

He hums coyly in reply.

"Hey," you nudge his head on your shoulder,"Thank you."

Jungkook tilts his head and and kisses your lips. "Always," his voice soft, sleep slowly penetrating him. You let a minute pass until his breathing evens out, and then, slowly and very carefully, you press your lips to his forehead.

"Night, Gguk," you whispered.

-

You were a morning person. And from the moment you wake up at 6 A.M, you follow your routine to a T.

The alarm goes off for the second time and the clock already reads 6:13 A.M. Your hands struggle to reach your phone on the bedside table and it doesn't help that Jungkook keeps pulling your body further down the bed. Your hips are pinned with his tattooed hands, back arched from pleasure, and legs dangle on the edge of the bed.

Kneeled at the foot of your bed, Jungkook pushes his face deeper between your thighs. His warm tongue switching between sucking and flicking your clit. The lewd sounds of wet pleasure and your breathless moans echoes around your room, drowning the blaring alarm.

You plead for more. You want more. You need more. More pleasure, more of Jungkook. So, you grab his head and push him towards your sex while you buck your hips. Jungkook only groans in response. You can feel your orgasm nearing, but right before you unravel, he pulls away.

"Fucking insatiable." Jungkook licks his lips, tongue catching every drop of you, "And I love it." He stands, his hard cock springing and leaking, then reaches for something in your bottom drawer. But before his hand could re-emerge from the box, you already know what to expect.

Both of your breathing picks up, eyes meeting each other. You were the first to break away. Your eyes traveling down to where his hands are—one shamelessly pumps his dick and the other holds a vibrating cock ring.

With your good foot, you push yourself back up to the bed. "Good girl," Jungkook smirks.

"You gonna stand there all day or are you going to fuck me?" You taunt.

"Nah, I plan to wreck you, babe."

Cock ring in place around his dick, Jungkook aligns himself to your cunt. He's only a tip in and you can already feel the vibrations. Jungkook feels good, too. His brows furrowed, mouth hang open and quiet moans spill.

Truly insatiable and impatient, you pull Jungkook by his arms, "Wreck me. I want all of you, Jungkook."

The sounds your mouth and pussy make and the smell of sex permeating the air intensifies the pleasure Jungkook feels. He would love to start every day like now—buried inside you, your pussy clenching and sucking him back in every time he pulls out. Your whines grow pitchier every second, and Jungkook knows you're close. But he wants to prolong this moment, despite his cock throbs with want to release. So, he plunges deep into your pussy and stills. The cock ring still vibrates around his cock and sits perfectly in line with your clit.

Tears gather at your eyes and while you're always pretty, this look you have when you're being fucked dumb has to be one of Jungkook's favorites.

"Wanna cum," you plead. You're at each other's mercy, but it's Jungkook who drives you to orgasm—coming undone and moaning in unison.

The moment passes, and you both hiss at sensitivity from the vibrating cock ring.

"Wear my jersey to tonight's game, yeah?"

-

Loud sirens go off as the box opens, and the players run to the ice.

Your eyes are quick to scan the huddle, looking for the man with the 97 print on his jersey.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," the announcer booms. "Welcome to the beginning of the hockey season. Now, Neil, who do you think will be our star player this season?"

"Easy question, Jack. I would place my bets on Jeon Jungkook. This kid is dubbed the golden maknae of their team and to outsiders."

You agree. Jungkook truly excels in everything he does. And while it may seem as if things come easy for him to strangers and mere acquaintances, no one sees the early mornings and long hours of work he put in to be the best.

"What a phenom. I've heard at least 3 NHL clubs would love to have him on their roster. Truly an incredible young athlete. And if you haven't seen him before, you're in for a real treat."

Goal after goal has been made within the past 50 minutes. On the ice, Jungkook glances at the bright scoreboard. It's neck and neck, and the crowd chaotically shouts. He hears their team name louder, he thinks. And he can't help but feel driven at the thought that one of those loud cheers of his name is from you in the stands.

"It's your shot, Jeon," his teammate shouts as they pass around the puck. Jungkook is terrible at multitasking, but as he dodges the opposing team trying to get the puck, he quickly peeks at the side of the bleachers where he knows you always sit. It's a brief moment, but he sees you—hair tied with green ribbons, their team color, and you're wearing his old jersey. He was right, too. You were screaming his name.

He smirks. Speeds up, and the rest happens in quick succession—Jungkook shifts his hockey stick to take the puck, glides it to the center, and makes a goal.

The cheers grow louder. Despite remaining seated among the jumping crowd, Jungkook was quick to find you again, and you made eye contact. He smiles and you blow him a kiss back.

-

Still high on adrenaline, Jungkook slams his hips behind you. His sulky mood earlier from not being able to fuck you in the showers turned a 180 because he's reminded how much he prefers this view, anyway. His hands pull at your braid while you're fucking yourself back into him.

A strangled call of his name leaves your mouth. He doesn't like that you're holding back your moans. Slipping his cock out of you, he holds your leg delicately and flips you within the tight space of his car, knocking the breath out of you.

Above you, Jungkook's abs glisten with sweat, and his tip slick with your arousal and his. You sit up, wincing from the discomfort from your foot, and pull him for a kiss.

He loves it when you get this eager and hungry for a kiss. It has him fucked. Not only does it make him rock hard but it has his heart constricting, too. It doesn't help that no one else has made a mess of him like this. And he’s not just talking about the mind-numbing, toe-curling pleasure he gets every time you have sex.

Years ago, he thought he made peace with the fact that all you could ever be was best friends. But ever since your arrangement, his desire for you grew. He didn't even think it was possible, but here he is a year later. His arm clung to your waist, laying you on his backseat cushion. Jungkook continues to thrust into you. He picks up his pace, and his eyes are glued to your juggling tits before he bends over, pushing his cock deeper into you, and attaches his mouth to play with your right nipple.

As he always does each time you fuck, he makes sure your pleasure comes first. If he can't be outright with his feelings, Jungkook secretly hopes that the way he fucks you—putting you first and taking care of you during and after sex, conveys his feelings and intention. And with every kiss you pull him in for, the unspoken words at the tip of his tongue would smooth over yours.

He would never deny that the attraction towards you has always been there, but he's not shouting it from the mountains either.

At least, not yet.

Plus, he thinks that if you really wanted more from your no-strings-attached arrangement, you would have said so. And he isn't that stupid to be the one who will bring it up, all because his heart and his dick is in-sync. He'll wait it out, he decides. Whether it's for his feelings to subside or for you to feel the same and beat him to confessing, you've always been braver of the two of you, anyway.

He'll wait.

For now, he's willing to give parts of himself that you want to take.

Jungkook's fingers squeeze in between your bodies, and it reaches your clit. Two fingers aggressively rub the hood of your clit while his thumb softly flicks at the nub. In a matter of seconds, you squirt. And Jungkook can't wait to drive you home and do it all over again.

-

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[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! HC how you first meet them pt.2

Slashers x f!reader

Includes Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Art The Clown, Stu Macher

Warnings: mentions of murder/violence, some stalking/harassment (not by slashers), ill intentions, pre-relationships, reader is a bit self deprecating, shitty friends

Bubba Sawyer

Of course you’d been dragged on a girls trip, and of course the minute the engine blew in you were shoved from the back seat onto the side of the dusty, gravel road, laughed at and told, “go find a mechanic”

God forbid your so called friends, which now you were rethinking the decision to even be here and with them, chose somewhere to travel where there was actual cell service

So here you now were, standing on an old porch that you weren’t even sure was properly attached to the house barely kept upright and covered in chipped paint

“Hello?”

A few more knocks on the creaky front door echoed out before your patience ran out, turning the handle and finding it to be unlocked

“Uh, hello? If I’m breaking and entering just let me know but this place seems abandoned”

You cupped your mouth and spoke, just to cover all your bases in case you were actually entering someone’s home, although the cobwebbed walls and moth bitten carpet spoke otherwise

“This isn’t creepy at all…”

Wandering aimlessly through the houses threshold, you searched for something that you help back on the road where all your friends were waiting

Or maybe you were just hoping this would buy you time before you had to walk 4 miles back to tell them you came up with nothing, no mechanic, no help

Your eyes glanced across the room, taking in all the items scattered about, some miscellaneous and some meticulously placed

Then your curious gaze landed on an ash tray sitting beside a moldy plate of what looked like some kind of meat

Although the fluffy possibly-poultry wasn’t what alarmed you, the smoke filtering from the end of a half smoked cigarette resting on it did

“Boys, we’ve got a fresh one”

A deep voice hollered, a rough palmed and smelly hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the hale scream that had popped from your lungs due to shock

Before you could even think to fight against the obviously strong body pinned to yours, you were being dragged towards an open basement door and thrown down the narrow, wooden staircase like a rag doll

“Take care of er’ will ya?”

The voice of your captor yelled down from the top step, slamming the door behind himself and surely locking it in the process

Disoriented and nurses a now slight headache, you mustered the energy to prop yourself up, hazy eyes bouncing about the room before they landed on what could only be described as a large, terrifying figure standing a few yards away

He wore a stained and tattered apron, brown stains you were hoping were dirt and not dried old blood

One hand gripped a cleaver, whatever he was chopping up before you entered the basement sat mutilated on a work bench, the stench of iron heavy in the air

Despite all that, the man seemed frozen, staring back at you through the eye holes in a poorly sew together mask

“I didn’t even wanna be here,”

You started before you I could stop yourself

“My so called friends dragged me out of my room a few days ago for a last minute road trip, and of course when one of them decided to bring their fuck ass car without checking it out first, it literally gave up on itself and then I get sent out to look for help but guess what! We’re in the middle of nowhere so I found this house and well it’s your house so that’s just my luck”

The man only blinked, body language clearly taken aback that you weren’t screaming bloody murder

“Just, if you’re gonna kill me, can you at least knock me out first so it doesn’t hurt?”

A loud knock at the door startled the two of you, followed by the man from earlier noisily coming down the stairs

“Why haven’t you taken care of er’ yet bubba?”

The man didn’t yell but he definitely sounded upset by this turn of events

The other man, who you now knew was called Bubba, shuffled awkwardly in his spot, rubbing the back of his head before robotically motioning to you, still sat on the floor

“You like er’ huh?

You watched the exchange quietly, although unable to contain the confusion set on you’d features

“Fine, but she’s yours to deal with, you remember what happened last time we took in a stray”

At that you pointedly turned around, staring up at the man that regarded you in terms like you were a dog

“Well I’m not a stray, technically you kidnapped me-“

Bo Sinclair

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this seemingly abandoned town, one minute you were checking the map for your exit and then you missed it

Now you were here, coming to a stop as you realized you needed gas and weren’t anywhere near the hotel you had booked for the night

You definitely weren’t getting the rooms deposit back

Pulling into an empty parking lot, you pulled your phone from the passenger seat only to come up dry when the cell service was next to nothing

Then, before you could warn your heart not to jump out of your chest, a knock on your side window pulled a startled yelp from your throat

A man, not too old but not young either, stood on the other side of the car door, neutral expression morphing into a cheesy smile when your gaze met his and exchanged a few seconds of awkward, panicked staring

Brows raising in realization that the stranger, while sketchy and probably holstering a gun, could maybe help you figure out where you were and where to go

Opening the creaking door to your vehicle you pocketed your pepper spray just in case before hoping out of your seat and into the chilly night air

“You lost?”

“No, I intentionally ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere”

The man chuckled, albeit seeming taken aback by the brash sarcasm about your current situation

“Well good thing you ran into me, little lady”

The man who still carried about like this predicament was the most normal in the world smiled wider when your face pinched up in confusion, placing an open palm out to you

“I’m Bo, and you are, darlin?”

“Someone who knows not to shake hands with a complete stranger”

“Feisty”

“Oh, I’m getting there”

Despite the night breeze tickling the hairs on the back of your neck, you couldn’t help but enjoy the slight banter you were getting into

Although probably dangerous and wildly crazy to be out so late just walking around, this Bo character as charming, and something about his stare was growing increasingly comforting

“You know people don’t usually show up here, especially at night, all alone”

“But do they at least have gas in their tank? Because that’s already one up on me”

Bo threw his head back, whipping his hat off to push back the hair that fell towards his forehead in the fit of deep chuckles

“I’m normally not too inclined towards outsiders, but if you’d like a room for the night, I’d be happy to oblige little lady”

Art the clown

You strode through an alleyway, hands in your jacket pockets as you made your way back home

It was just your luck that the last night plans your friends picked for Halloween happened to be a party at the house of a guy you don’t even know

Especially your luck when only 20 minutes in you were all already abandoned, you’d ride gone and with it your phone charger

Thus, you nursed a bruised ego in a pirate costume, clutching your phone with one hand even though the battery was lost past dead

“Hey you!”

A distinctly male baritone called out from behind, you sped up not bothering to turn and face whatever stranger wanted a late night chat in the middle of an empty, dark alley

“Well that’s not very nice!”

The man responded to himself, deep chuckle furrowing worry lines between your brows

Just your luck, just your damn luck

Turning the corner to what could be described as more favorable to due the abundance of street lights and open space, the lack of people still has your nerves on overdrive

That was until you nearly ran smack into a body around the corner

Although expecting a gasp in surprise or shout in anger, all you received was a shocked expression, one such as a mime would use

Whoever this man was, was clearly wearing a very intricate costume, clown makeup done to the 9’s and a fully tailored suit to match, with a hefty, tan bag slung over one shoulder

All of your courage of wanting to leave this awful situation, and fear of what would happen if you didn’t took hold, before you knew it you were panicked and leaning forward, watching with just as much curiosity as the clown eyed you

“Listen you don’t know me, but there’s this guy following me and if you could just pretend to be, I don’t know, a friend, I would appreciate it”

The clown seemed to understand immediately, bright grin tossed on his features as the stranger that had previously had your full attention came to a stuttering halt

“Lady, I was talking to you back there”

“Oh! Sorry I just was meeting with someone and well, here they are!”

You laughed nervously, awkwardly leaning into the clown and patting at his shoulder, gazing at the stranger, you saw a look of terror cross his face right as he stumbled back a bit

“Yeah, got it”

And then he was high tailing it back the way he came

Glancing back at the costumed man you stood alone with, you caught how his face held a look of something utterly terrifying before he caught your eye, cheesy grin returning

“Thanks..”

You questioned for his name, grinning softly at the way realization of your ask spread across his face

Hand motions went left and up, down and right, then he paused, pulling the bag from his shoulder to rummage through it, pulling out what could only be described as junk, metal and rusty and junk none the less

Although the way he motioned to the item, placed it in your open palms and played a scene before you, you took to guessing

“Metal?”

“Sculpture…?”

He moved his fingers like a painter would stroke a canvas

“Art?”

That single word had the clown clapping his hands, tucking his body with a faux bow like you’d discovered something only a genius could

Laughing something genuine for the first time that night, you pondered if you should just take your chances and leave for home, or stick around a bit more with this concerning but most definitely interesting person

“So.. what else do you have in that bag?”

Stu Macher

Being the new student in a town where everyone already had friends, or at least those they only socialized with, was difficult

You’d only been here a week or so and you already wanted to move again, alas, that wasn’t exactly up to you

All you could do was hold your head high, and suck up the annoying situation you’d been tossed into

Now, a new school was bad enough, imagine your surprise would you found out there had recently been a string of grisly murders, unsolved and rampaging

Which is why you’d been an outcast since you’d appeared, like they all assumed it must be you, the murders starting, you arriving, it all was too much of a coincidence, despite the fact that it was

“Look at her, I’m telling you that girl gives off crazy”

Off handed comments like those weren’t unusual, yet today, after switching to a new class because of this exact issue, you’d had enough

“I bet she’s the killer”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your evidence?”

The girl gossiping with her friend abruptly stopped her ‘private’ conversation when she heard your quip

“Excuse me?”

You stood, in fact you stood so fast it made the chair screech across the floor, catching the attention of the rest of class

Luckily the teacher had stepped out and you could finally say what you needed without worry of authority looming over

“You know, if I’m supposedly killing students, like you say I am, why so proudly speak about it around me?”

You strode up to her desk, arms crossed with a look of disdain

She seemed taken aback, lips moving like a fish and head bobbing as she glanced between you and her friend

“Well, I-“

“If you really think I’m doing all this, why would you piss me off?”

The girl was at a loss, face paling as you simply said what you needed, before turning and grabbing your bag right as the bell went off, students funneling out behind you

Opening your locker, you startled when a body came crashing into the locker beside yours, arms crossed and looking at you with squinted eyes yet a wide grin

“So you’re the new girl?”

He wasn’t half bad looking, in fact, you found yourself heating up the longer he gazed down at you

He had this odd air about him, like someone holding too many secrets and hiding them far too out in the open, something that only seemed to allure you further

“And a murderer, haven’t you heard?”

You joked, taking out your next classes books before shutting the locker, the look on this guys face was utter curiosity, something you hadn’t received yet while being here

“Of course, just let me know what days you spree so I can avoid staying in”

Not gonna lie to y’all, I was so focused on getting this posted I haven’t spell checked or done a once over, there will and most likely are errors!

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 23, Undressed - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, slight mentions of drug use; mentions of human trafficking, poorly translated Russian ( @miriamnox, I need you!)

Word Count: 391

Previously On...: You devised a plan to start buying drugs at the strip and pretend to use them to get intel. Sam is hesitant, with good reason.

A/N: Two parts today, since this is so short. Get hype!

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The plan was surprisingly successful. Well, it was in the beginning, anyway. You’d managed to do a fair job of faking being blitzed well enough in Kozlov’s presence to pick up some useful intel. A few days after you’d first started buying, you were in his private lounge, “tripping” as Kozlov spoke to a few of his men. “Nachal'stvo nedovol'no tsiframi, kotoryye prinesli posledniye neskol'ko devushek,” he said in Russian, too cocky to think any of the women around him could understand what he was saying. The bosses aren't pleased with the numbers the last few girls have brought in. “Oni slishkom pokhozhi na krek-shlyukh, chtoby za nikh mozhno bylo platit' prilichno.” They look too much like crack whores to fetch decent prices.

“Chto zhe oni ot nas khotyat, boss?” the man you’d silently dubbed ‘Henchman #2’ asked. What do they want us to do, then, boss?

“Prinesite mne svezhikh devochek,” Kozlov said. Bring me fresh girls. “Molodyye devushki, khoroshen'kiye devushki. Devushki, kotoryye ne vyglyadyat izmuchennymi. Oni prinesut nam boleye vysokiye stavki, i zmei ne budut tak sil'no dyshat' nam v sheyu.” Young girls, pretty girls. Girls who do not look used up. They will bring us higher bids and the snakes will not breathe down our necks so much.

“YA nenavizhu etikh bossov, boss,” #2 said. I hate these bosses, boss. “Oni nikogda ne byvayut schastlivy i vsegda trebuyut ot nas vse bol'shego i bol'shego. YA ne ponimayu, pochemu my ne mozhem likvidirovat' zem seychas. U nas yest' klub; nam bol'she ne nuzhna ikh pomoshch'.” They are never happy, always demanding more and more of us. I do not understand why we cannot eliminate them now. We have the club; we do not need their help any longer.

Kozlov laughed mirthlessly. “Pozhaluysta, Dmitriy, no ty byl by durakom, yesli by popytalsya. Eti lyudi gorazdo boleye zhestoki, chem vy mozhete sebe predstavit'. A dazhe yesli udastsya ubit' odnogo – chto oni skazhut? ‘Otrubite odnu golovu, i na yeye meste vyrastut yeshche dve.’" You are welcome to it, Dimitri, but you would be a fool to try. These men are far more brutal than you can imagine. And even if you manage to kill one– what is it they say? ‘Cut off one head and two more will grow in its place.’

Holy fuck, you thought. You needed to get back to Sam.

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[m-writes-stories]

The Kansas City Couple Pt 2

TAKES PLACE DURING TRAINING CAMP AND PRESEASON GAMES (JUNE-AUGUST 2023)

Word Count: 1117

Warnings: Car accident

Interviewer: We are back. It is training camp time. And we are only here with Y/N. Why isn’t Travis here?

Y/N: So during training camp, Travis stays on the Missouri Western State campus. So I only see him at practice. So I saw him yesterday morning but he stayed there. So I’ll see him again tomorrow morning at practice again.

Interviewer: So why do they stay on campus when they could just come back?

Y/N: So the 9:30-12 practice that community members can see isn’t the full practice. So they actually come back at 1 and practice for another 2 and a half hours. So it is easier for the players to just stay in the dorms on campus than it is to drive all the way home. They also normally do team bonding skills after practice. I know that this year there are 8 PS4s and like 6 X-Boxs. So they are most likely doing a huge madden tournament. Honestly it is good for them to have that time together as a team. I know a couple of years ago there was a lot of separation between the rookies and the vets as training camp. And now they stay at campus. It is really funny cause Pat (Patrick Mahomes) called me the other day and we were talking and he goes “you know that Trav leaves early every night from our Madden tournament to call you right?” and I was confused. He said “every night when he calls you, we are most likely playing Madden, and he just gets up and leaves. He normally comes back 30 minutes to an hour later.” Which is funny cause he is calling me right now, (Answers the phone). Hi Trav! “Hey baby, what are you doing?” I am filming the documentary. Can I call you back after like an hour? “Yeah that's fine I love you!” I love you too. That is normally not how our conversations go. But we need to film so he can wait. He probably wasn’t doing anything important anyway.

Interviewer: Is it hard not having Travis here?

Y/N: It definitely was in the beginning. But it is mostly normal now. I’m sorta used to it. I have been doing this for so long. You know literally since day 1. So since then it has been getting easier. I don’t know if it is 100% easy, but I am pretty much used to him not being here for basically 3 months straight. We call and text and facetime so often it is kind of like he is here. There are evenings when he isn’t playing Madden and I am just walking around the house with him on Facetime. And it is literally like he is at the house.

Interviewer: What do you think about the Podcast?

Y/N: The New Heights podcast. Um, it's fun. I think Travis has so much fun with it. I love that he gets to talk to Jason (Travis’s brother). They are both so busy during the season and this is something that they can do to stay close. Even in past years with having Tuesdays off, there wasn’t a lot of time for them to sit down and talk. And so now with the podcast they have a set time to not be bothered. Which actually rarely happens, they get interrupted a lot, between me and the girls. Something is interrupting them.

Interviewer: So we talked about this during the off season, that you and Travis were off and on throughout high school. And you mentioned that you were in a car accident your senior year. Can we talk about that?

Y/N: yeah for sure. We can talk about that. So yes I was in a car accident my senior year. In January of that year I was driving home from wrestling practice and I hit a very slick patch of the road and slid into the ditch. But the ditch happened to ot be super deep so I actually just rolled over the ditch and rolled my car like 6 times. This is funny but not at the same time. It was actually Travis that found me. So this was back before we had cell phones. But we lived pretty close to each other, and the plan was that after practice I was to go to his house for a family dinner type thing. Well it had gotten way past the time that I should have been at his house. So he told his parents that he was going to drive the normal route to school, which is the same for both of us, and he found my car.

Interviewer: So you said in the previous interview that the accident kind of put a barrier between you and Travis. May we ask why?

Y/N: So being a wrestler and a softball player, I was determined after the accident to get back to 100% health. And I kind of pushed myself harder than I should have and it took me a while to realize that. But during the first like 3 weeks after the accident, there were times that I felt Travis being too protective. He was really just trying to get me to rest and take it easy. And all I wanted to do was to get back to being 100%. So I decided around the beginning of February that it would be best if Travis and I took a break. So we did and in April when I was finally feeling like myself again we ended up getting back together. And we have been together since.

Interviewer: So with that being said we know you wrestled at the college level. Was there ever a time when you felt Travis cared more about football than you or your wrestling?

Y/N: We definitely had arguments about that throughout college. But it was never that I felt he didn’t care about me or my wrestling career. It was more that we had two completely different focuses for a good chunk of the school year that we had a hard time spending time together. There were fights where we said that our individual sport was more important. But at the end of the day we knew that wasn’t true and that the other person came first.

Interviewer: I know fans would love to have multiple episodes with just you but we are going to hopefully get Travis back in for an interview. Hopefully after the first preseason game. We would love to talk about how he is feeling. But we will have to make time to get him to sit down and talk.

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A/N: I also want to say that my requests are open for Travis only right now. So go send in all your Travis Kelce one shot ideas,

Love you all, M

[david-talks-sw]

So, why should I care about Lucas’s narrative? Like seriously why should I care? Not to sound dismissive but a genuine curiosity? Man sold it for one thing and the EU and the fans that made it showed Star Wars was may more then his narrative at some point.

If anything Star Wars moved beyond Lucas’s narrative even before he sold it. Even from a grande perspective his narrative stopped mattering in some sense the minute A New Hope arrived and became a hit.

Oh, you're free not to care about it.

But the fact remains:

When Lucasfilm creatives promote new content, they’ll use George as an authority figure to legitimize what they say.

Big chunks of the fandom do the same by using Lucas’ words to make authority arguments on why they believe the new films and the current direction of the franchise is good or bad.

Seeing as there seems to be a general consensus that Lucas’ word holds some power, I'd rather set the record straight on what he actually stated and intended.

You totally can just say “death of the author, what Lucas intended or what he said outside the movies doesn’t matter, what matters is what’s actually on screen” and I’d have nothing to counter that argument with because this is a subjective stance. We can debate its merits, but that’d result in a much larger discussion about the place of authorial intent in fiction.

But again, you can discard my posts and analyses by simply saying:

“I don’t care what Lucas stated, I’m a free-thinker and I can interpret any movie I watch however I want.” 

At which point, the only answer I can give you is “cool, good for you”. 

You wouldn’t be the only person I’ve met who takes this approach, either. I have friends who are older than me, saw the Original Trilogy films in theaters and felt Lucas’ dropped the ball as early as Episode VI: Return of the Jedi or the Special Editions, let alone the Prequel films. These friends don’t put Lucas on the same pedestal as everyone else seems to do, and flat out tell me:

“David, either the Jedi are the problem or the Prequels are bad, I don’t care what Lucas was going for, the result is crap and the only thing that makes it all have some degree of sense is that interpretation.”

And I mean… what do I say to that? What can you say to that? That’s a personal interpretation of a movie, it’s not an opinion that’s less valid than anyone else’s. 

But when I’m taking this approach, I’m not saying “your read of the movie is inferior to that of George Lucas” (unless you confer some degree of power to his word, as the creator of the franchise).

All I’m saying is “Lucas’ message was X”. 

You can agree with the message, you can disagree with the message, the message may be factually/morally/philosophically right or wrong, that’s all debatable. 

I’m just pointing out that, when you look at all the data and you go by what George Lucas stated, it’s X, not Y, like most of the fandom and even authors of the franchise seems to keep stating.

Finally, on a personal note:

I don't like the fact that every time I see my childhood heroes on screen, nowadays, they're portrayed as protocol-worshipping stoic assholes.

I don't like that 90% of the fandom thinks that's how they're meant to be seen when the data demonstrates it's not.

I don't like that the reason my childhood heroes keep being portrayed in this uncharitable light is because the fans from the generation prior to mine - whom these characters weren't meant for - wanted to ensure that their childhood hero, Luke Skywalker, would be preserved as "the ultimate Jedi" and concluded that the only way to do so would be to reframe the Prequel Jedi as dogmatic and emotionless.

So now the OT fans have Luke, the Sequel fans have Rey, the TCW fans have Ahsoka... all unsullied protagonists.

Whereas pro-Jedi PT fans need to mentally ready themselves for when Lucasfilm decides to release the nth "Windu was more strict than a droid" case.

[herarcadewasteland]

Masterlist ♥

Authors favourites will have a ♦ next to them! I'll try and keep this up to date, this is as of 20/03/23

Author Appreciation ♥ (aka my favourite fellow writers)

ATEEZ

Spin, Dare, Hide - ot8!ateez x reader ♦

-The Chase - pt. 2 of S.D.H ♦

Wooyoung Bullet Point Story - wooyoung x reader ft. san

Bounty - jongho x reader

-the inspo

Stolen Glances - san x reader ft. seonghwa

-the inspo and beginning

.mp3 - mingi x reader ft. hongjoong

-the thought that started it

Tears And Healing - jongho x reader (SENSITIVE CONTENT)

Trouble - wooyoung x reader x san

Mingi Bullet Point Story - mingi x reader ft. jongho

STRAY KIDS

River Under The Stars - chan x reader x hyunjin x seungmin

Happy Death Day - ot!8 skz x reader ♦♦♦

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Han Jisung Hard Thoughts

First Dates With SKZ, a mini-series! (with the lovely @bunnliix ♥)

____ - chan x reader (lixies work!)

___ - leeknow x reader (lixies work!)

___ - changbin x reader

___ - hyunjin x reader (lixies work!)

Between 2 and 12 Hours - felix x reader ft. han (both of us!)

___ - seungmin x reader

___ - jeongin x reader

BTS

Parties and Punishments - jk x reader

Spankings - jk x reader

Atta Girl - yoongi x reader

Office Hours - yoongi x reader

Tragic, Really. - hoseok x reader ♦

Protection Comes At A Cost - jk x reader

Let Go - just x reader angst

Caution when entering demons and smile!!!!

Demons - jk x reader

Smile - yoongi x reader

Instinct - ot7!bts x reader (blurb for now)

Battery - jimin

Curious, Darling? ♦

Hoseok

Jungkook

Taehyung (the start of it all)

Renfield

Danger Lurks - teddy lobo x reader

Bite Me - renfield x reader

Harry Potter

Discoveries 2, 3 (probably discontinued)

The After Effect - draco x riddle!reader

Untitled Sirius Black x Reader

THE WALKING DEAD

His Property - 2 - pairing not found

Disguises - pt 2 - reader x daryl

Attention - pt 2 - reader x negan

[the-far-bright-center]

Dystopian themes in the Prequels

“Looking back is helpful in understanding his work. Lucas started out in the 1960’s as an experimental filmmaker heavily influenced by the avant-garde films of the San Francisco art scene. Initially interested in painting, he became an editor and visualist who made abstract tone poems. His first feature, THX 1138 (1971) was an experimental science fiction film that presented a surreal, underground world where a dictatorial state controls a docile population using drugs. Love and sex are outlawed, procreation is controlled through machines, and human beings shuffle meaninglessly around the system.”

—Anthony Parisi, 'Revisiting the Star Wars Prequels'

The bolded parts in this description correspond with the Coruscant Underworld, the Jedi Order’s code, and the creation of the clone troopers, respectively.

Notably, in THX 1138's setting, emotions such as love and the concept of family are taboo:

I’ve always found it so interesting that Lucas incorporated the dystopian elements of his earlier sci-fi into the Prequels, taking place as they do in the context of the final years of the Repubic, with all its colourful and sumptuous visual spendour. In comparison, the post-apocalyptic ‘Dark Times’ of the Original Trilogy would seem on the surface to be the more outwardly ‘dystopian’ setting of the two—however, the actual story of the OT is a mythic hero's journey and fairytale, complete with an uplifting and transcendent happy ending. The OT's setting may be drained of colour, and its characters may be living under the shadow of the Empire, but as a story it is far from bleak or dystopian in tone. Rather, fascinatingly, it is the pre-apocalyptic era of the Prequels that is presented as the more dystopian storyline:

“On the surface, [The Phantom Menace] is an optimistic, colorful fantasy of a couple of swashbuckling samurai rescuing a child Queen and meeting a gifted slave boy who can help save the galaxy from the slimy Trade Federation and its Sith leaders. But beneath that cheerful facade is a sweatshop of horrors.” —Michael O'Connor, 'Moral Ambiguity: Beyond Good and Evil in the Prequels'

This is referring to the state of the galaxy during the Prequels era, including the fact that slavery is known to exist, but is largely ignored by the Republic and the Jedi alike due to being too economically inconvenient to combat. It also refers to how the Jedi of the Old Order come across as cold and distant atop their ivory tower on the artificial world of Coruscant, far removed not only from the natural world but also from the true realities of the people they claim to serve. And then there is the additional revelation in Attack of the Clones that love and family are 'outlawed' within the Jedi Order, creating an environment in which their own 'Chosen One' is unable to flourish, leaving him vulnerable to the Dark Side. Finally, there's the fact that the characters end up so distracted by fighting a civil war (something that goes against their own principles and involves the use of a slave clone army in the process), that they are blinded to the entity of pure evil that is guiding their every move...until it is too late.

“Without a clear enemy, the Jedi Order, the Galactic Senate, the whole of the Star Wars galaxy bickers and backstabs and slides around the moral scales. But there is one benefit to Palpatine’s pure evil crashing down upon the galaxy; against its oppressive darkness, only the purest light can shine through.” —Michael O'Connor, 'Moral Ambiguity: Beyond Good and Evil in the Prequels'

If anything, the Dark Times allows for the OT generation's acts of courage and heroism to flourish and succeed, because they are not hampered by the Old Jedi Order's restrictive rules, nor by its servitude to the whims of an increasingly corrupt Republic—so corrupt, in fact, that by the time of RotS, it is practically the Empire in all but name. Indeed, one of the key features of the Prequels, and what makes them so tragic, is that the characters are already living in a dystopia...they just don't know it.

There is, paradoxically, a level of freedom to be found in the midst of the Dark Times which had not been possible during the Twilight era, which allows Original Trio to rise above the tragedy that befell their predecessors. They are able to act as free agents (not as slaves of a corrupt government), serving only the fight for the liberation of all the peoples of the galaxy (not just citizens of the Republic), and are likewise free to live (and love!) on their own terms. Free to act on their positive attachments to one another, without having to hide the truth of their feelings. It's particularly telling that *this* is, above all, what makes the Prequels era so dystopian—the characters' inability to freely and openly participate in normal familial human relationships.

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Leon S Kennedy x/+ sibling!reader pt.3

Plot: You're working with him

Tw: Violence, drugs, angst, ...

ps: we really like to break him, huh? Aslo reading the first parts is recommended

Pt 1 - Pt2

If you thought the man was devastated before, you're not ready for this one.

So let's keep most of the scenario of pt2 but switch it up a little.

Leon did attempt that one night but when he saw how devastated you were, he promised he'd never try that again.

So after 1 or 2 more years, you're both out of the academy.

They gave you 10days to get your stuff together before you guys actually start to work.

In that time, you both cuddled, cried a lot, talked, ...

when the end of your "vacation" comes closer he starts to get really anxious again.

He always stays with you. It got so bad that he even waited around in the hallway while you did your stuff in the bathroom.

He'd probably sleep with you or at least in the same room.

Of course, if you guys sleep in the same bed, you put a pillow wall in between the two of you, like homies that are scared to wake up inside one another 😂😭

Anyway...

Picture this:

You're in the hallway leading to the front door, tying up your shoes (these), so it's taking you quite a while since you're making sure everything is tight and secured. Leon was already full dressed which left him time to lecture you on anything he possibly could.

"What's the code if you need backup?" He'd ask. It's the 20th question he asked you since you woke up. He's just making sure you're as safe as you can possibly be.

"huuuuh... 11-99...?" you'd say a bit hesitant. Of course you knew it but he was making you a bit nervous with all the questions.

"You shouldn't be hesitating at all ___." He'd say, a bit surprised and slightly angry.

"I know it, okay?! You're just asking too many questions."

"Shooting?" He'd asks you whole looking you straight in the eye.

"10-71." You'd answer while starting to get upset because he keeps distracting you, and you still haven't toed your laces.

He'd mutter out a little "good."Under his breath before closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

"Hey Leon. Look at me, please."

He'd do it and wait for you to keep going.

"We'll both be alright, kay? Plus, even if we're not on the same team, we're still in the same company. We'll see each other often, yeah?" You'd say while nodding to emphasise the positive affirmations in your questions.

"Right." He'd say, finally relaxing a little.

"Your turn. What do the letters mean in the phonetic alphabet?" You'd ask just to tease him.

"Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, India, Juliett, Kilo, Lima, Mike, November, Oscar, Papa, Quebec, Romeo, Sierra, Tango, Uniform, Victor, Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu." He'd say immediately without any hesitation.

"Damn, boy. Relax, I was just teasing. " You'd say, clearly surprised. Of course, you knew them too, but you weren't expecting him to let this out almost automatically.

So after a bit more talking, you're both going into the garage to finally go to work.

After fighting a bit to decide who would drive, he won.

The first day was pretty slow, just a few junkies making a scene in the middle of a popular avenue.

You made them leave, and everything was going great until one of them had an outburst and unexpectedly stabbed you with a used needle.

This caused a lot of commotion, and since this was a rookie mistake, everyone knew about this incident. Including Leon.

He picked you up at the hospital after you had tests and an antibiotics shot.

He was so mad. He yelled at you once you both were in the car.

He called you tons of mean words and kept telling you how stupid you were to let that happen.

Of course, he doesn't mean it, but he was so scared this would end badly.

So you guys had a really bad argument that led you to tears.

He never apologised for the thing he said that night.

It led to the both of you slowly drifting apart.

Eventually, you moved in the quarter while he stayed at home.

You'd still see each other but only at formal reunions.

His alcohol problem got pretty bad. He drinks every night after work until he falls asleep.

Hi, sorry if this is a bit rushed, I'll probably edit this later to add more stuff.

Hope you still liked it tho :)

have a good day/night and be safe everyone <33

[ice-to-orange-blossoms]

The sequel trilogy should've really done something different in ship designs. It would make the old ships all the more different. Honestly this goes with all the designs. Like showing the shadows of the empire and what has become of them by stuff like Rey's goggles being damaged stormtrooper helmet lenses? Great! But it sucks that everything looks so similar. The only design that was reused at all from OT to PT (or maybe it was just clone wars) was the BTL Y-Wing, but even then a lot is changed. The Republic Y Wing is sleek, it has all its panels. You can see a lineage, sure, in the ARC-170 to X-Wing, or engine sounds from the Eta class interceptor or V-Wing to TIE. But the First Order TIE looks near exactly like the Imperial TIE. I will say the First Order's Star Destroyers are largely good, I like the big flying wing one. But IDK, there could've been more

And the Resistance, GOD. Like c'mon, think of some new fighter designs. The Star fortress was good! More like that! The X-wing update is cool but it would've been better to do more. And the A and Y wings are virtually unchanged.

Also side note, why do resistance boosters look bulkier than Rebel or Republic?

[royalsweetteaa]

Two for one

Pairing: fratboy!Johnny Storm x best friend!reader

WARNING - the following story contains: eventual explicit smut, thigh grinding/penetrative sex, oral sex (F receiving), love confessions, angst, eventual fluff, best friends to lovers trope, jealous!Johnny, reader being shy/insecure, family friend!Bucky Barnes of reader, Bisexual!Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers makes a brief appearance.

Pt. | 1 | 2 | (complete)

Summary: You and Johnny have been best friends since primary school and you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. When you reach college and it becomes clear your feelings are one sided, you try to move on. Imagine to your surprise when Johnny expresses his dislike to that.

Johnny’s POV

24 hours later and her words still rung in my head, over and over again like a broken recorder.

“I love love you.”

“I love love you.”

“I LOVE love you.”

When she confessed to me yesterday right outside of the cafeteria, I was left standing in utter shock. Somehow it had never crossed my mind.

Her, the smart, well-educated and prettiest woman beyond body and soul I knew, let alone my best friend being in love with me, a foolish, impulsive fuckboy who doesn’t know what I’ll be doing by the end of college. It just didn’t sound reasonable nor believable, yet here we were.

So much made sense now. There were so many scenarios I could recall where I should have known she loved me beyond being friends.

A specific situation comes to mind when we first settled down in college which was about two years ago, and she came by my dorm to be met by one of my nightstands at the door, asking who she is. I quickly rushed over and greeted her with a dopey smile as I told the other chick to gather her stuff and leave. Y/N looked incredibly upset, and me being an idiot thought she was just embarrassed and mad I hadn’t warned her about someone else being here with me. It ended up with her saying she doesn’t feel well and we decided to move our hangout for another day.

Shit. How could I be this clueless?

Tonight was Saturday, and yet another party was being arranged at Fred’s clubhouse. This night might just break the streak of me always coming over, by any given opportunity.

For the first time in my life, as I sunk my body into my bed, I realized I was feeling something.

I was feeling incredibly sad. I would almost call it being depressed, and that was a rare emotion for me to feel.

The memories of all the times I would sleep in her dorm when I was too drunk to get to my own and she would offer the bed while she slept on a floor mattress, but of course I never let her. I would convince her to sleep on the bed with me, and when she was convinced enough, we would sleep so close to each other because it was so natural for us to do so. Waking up with her by my side and sober was a privilege of its own.

Something memorable that has been haunting the deepest parts of my mind without me realizing it was when we skinny dipped late at night as means of celebrating our graduation of high school. We had our towels on, covering our naked forms right before we left it flying behind us as we jumped down off the deck. We promised each other beforehand to only look into the water and not at each other, but I had broken that promise by a split second of entering into the water.

I saw her, completely naked, the moonlight defining her figure so beautifully — I almost forgot to pull myself up to the surface when we were beneath.

God, she’s breathtaking, I remembered thinking.

All of these memories made me miss her so much. This week has felt like an eternity, and I was drained despite doing little to nothing the whole week.

I started to ask myself if everything I was feeling had a deeper meaning to it. Did I perhaps love her the same way? Or was this only grief over the temporary loss of my best friend? Am I unknowingly attached to her?

I have never been in love, and I don’t think I will ever learn how to love through anyone else other than her. Then again, I knew it would be unfair to her to keep on false hope when I wasn’t 100% sure of myself. The last thing I wanted was to further fuck up our relationship and to hurt her.

She was right about one thing; she wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had said the night we split. After she told me she had a date, I knew I had lost what was once an unconscious grip I had on her.

I still didn’t want to loose that grip, but I knew it wasn’t fair for her. It’s true when people say you don’t truly know what you have until you loose it.

Suddenly, my phone rang from my nightstand and I lazily reached out to answer it.

“Hello?” I asked, not bothered to check up the person behind the call.

“Dude, where are you?”

I recognized it as Rick’s voice, one of my pals.

“At my dorm. Why?”

“What?! Why are you there? You know it’s Saturday, right?”

“Yeah…I’m too tired to be partying at Fred’s tonight. Y’all enjoy yourselves though, okay?”

“Ah…alright we will.” I was about to hang up but Rick added something that caught my attention. “I just assumed you had to be here somewhere because even that girl friend of yours is here. Guess she came alone with that guy I see she has her arm on.”

I rose up from the bed immediately and frowned. “Wait, Y/N’s there too? Who’s she with?”

“I don’t know man. Just some pretty guy with long, brown hair. Why?”

I hung up, not bothered to answer and waste more time. I had to get myself ready for the party.

2nd person POV

“Rad party. Is it really this awesome each Saturday?” Bucky, your family friend asked, amazed at the environment.

“I suppose, yeah…” you replied while you scanned the area.

You and Bucky didn’t hung out often outside of your family gatherings, but you have known each other since childhood, and Bucky had contacted you this evening as he was in town for an internship. He was by two years older than you, and you weren’t super close, but somehow Bucky radiated that energy of being a trustable person, so you were comfortable to update him about personal topics such as your current relationship with Johnny, especially since he wasn’t a part of your college community. He was perhaps the only one who knew about your feelings for Johnny before you confessed him yesterday about it.

“Well, I appreciate you for taking me here. Wouldn’t know where to go without someone who’s familiar with the place. I’ve heard about this clubhouse but haven’t gotten around to spend a night here. I hope it wasn’t a bother, especially since you mentioned a particular person likes to come here often.” Bucky said, looking apologetically at you.

You shrugged and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, I don’t think he’ll even notice me if he’s here too. Besides, I’m more focused on finding the most handsome guy in this building and shoot my shot.” You said, saying it more as a causal joke but with a little seriousness to it.

You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t have a mission of your own. Despite Johnny’s last week fiasco, talking and dancing with Charles had increased your confidence, and you had a goal of getting yourself known as a single woman, looking for a competent partner. Of course you weren’t expecting to find a guy right away. It was a process you had to be patient with.

Bucky smirked. “There won’t be a shot to shoot if I find him first.”

You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Let’s make it a challenge, doll.”

A good half an hour later, Johnny entered the clubhouse, looking in every space and corner for you and the mystery guy you had apparently brought with you. It must be the guy she said she was going on a date with yesterday, Johnny thought.

At the side lines of where people were dancing, Johnny finally saw you and turned sour when he saw the guy fitting Rick’s description. You were even talking to a third guy — a blonde and quite tall one. Johnny recognized him as Steve Rogers who had recently come from the military to further pursue his education in college. He had heard a description of him repeated by many of his one nightstands; he was a man of women’s dreams.

“Fuck”, Johnny muttered under his breath.

He didn’t know why he was even here. Again his impulsiveness had put him in action. Somehow he thought he could walk up to Y/N and….— well, he didn’t even know what he would have done or said.

“Oh, Johnny, how nice to see you, baby. Was wondering where you were. The party just isn’t fun without you around,” a woman who’s name might be Claire or Clara said behind him as she walked in front and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He only knew her as someone he had slept with two weeks ago, and having her on him like this set him with a different and uncomfortable feeling he wasn’t used to.

Only a week ago, he was craving for all the female attention — yet somehow he was completely put off by it now, in a time of hurry to resolve the issues he had with Y/N.

“Oh, hey, - um yeah I’m not in the mood right now so if you could just…remove your hands away from me..” Johnny said with a timid smile as he picked her arms up and made her detach from him.

Her facade of a bubbly bimbo quickly turned off as she clearly took offense to that. “What’s your problem? I thought we had a great time last we saw each other.” She said as she placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyebrow.

“Yeah, I just don’t do that stuff anymore. Now move along.” Johnny said hastily, loosing his patience.

The woman gasped at his unbothered reply. “Asshole! What, you found someone special? You know what, — Whatever. Whoever has you wrapped around their finger wouldn’t settle down for a manwhore such as yourself.” She spat, and tiptoed her way in her high heel shoes.

Johnny was left feeling very insecure of himself with what that woman had just said. He felt empty of how he couldn’t even defend himself because it was true.

I’m just a fucking manwhore who’s been wasting my time, getting my dick wet because I could.

Shame. Yet another emotion that was awakening in him and something he wasn’t used to at all. Johnny never felt shame. He was an honest man who when he had needs, he pursued for satisfaction. But what did it help now? Was it really worth it?

He lifted his head up to see the guy with long brown hair heading to the men’s restroom. The blonde guy - Steve, had disappeared, leaving Y/N alone at the drink servings where she ordered a grape-flavored fanta. Still, while she’s here with her own reasons, she refuses to drink alcohol because in her own words, ‘it tastes like shit’. Bless her heart, he thought.

Johnny decided to follow Bucky into the restroom, seeing as it was his only opportunity to inspect him now that he was finally separated from Y/N. He made sure to avoid being seen by Y/N or his friends as they would announce his presence to the whole crowd if they saw him. He had come at the right time as Bucky was just about to walk over to the sink and wash his hands. Johnny played it off casually and went to the second sink away from where Bucky was standing, keeping a gap between the two men.

Johnny pretended he was checking for any imperfections on his face, picking up some paper to pretend he was wiping away something from his mouth.

His eyes subtly studied Bucky — specifically his neck, face and hands for anything that would indicate he and Y/N have passed second base.

No hickies…no bite marks…no scratches….

Somehow the thought of Y/N having sex with another guy made him ill. He hadn’t at all considered Y/N having sex, let alone even losing her virginity. He knew he had no right as he’s one to talk, but he couldn’t help it. The fact that he knew little to nothing about Y/N’s sexual experiences made him feel like even more of an awful friend, but then again she hadn’t ever opened up about it herself. She would literally skip sex scenes in movies just to avoid seeing them because she thought it was embarrassing, and Johnny only found her innocent demeanor to be hilarious.

For a long enough moment, Bucky audibly sighed and made eye contact with Johnny through the mirror. “I know what you’re doing, and supervising me won’t get you anywhere.”

Johnny stiffened, not at all prepared to be called out for his actions.

“Johnny, right? I know who you are. I’m not after Y/N, if that’s what you’re worried about. Though I don’t see how it’s any of your concern since you are, or should I say you were only best friends, no?”

Johnny scoffed. So he isn’t her date but just a friend, he concluded in his head. “We’re still best friends. We’re just..going through stuff.”

“She told me as such. She’s trying to move on but you can’t seem to stop her from doing so, am I right? What, you’ve caught feelings for her too but you don’t want to commit but you also don’t want to let her go? How do you think that’ll work out?”

Johnny pursed his lips, before he chuckled, though it was obviously one out of annoyance. “You don’t know shit, pal. You think you have the right to open your mouth and talk about our relationship like you know everything. Well you don’t, and you’ll never know her the way I do.” Johnny spat, getting quite irritated by the guy. He stepped closer, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at Johnny’s immatureness.

“Listen man, if you’re going to go after every guy that hangs out with Y/N, you might have to ask yourself a few questions as to why you’re doing it. Is it because you love her the way she loves you? If so, you gotta cut the shit and tell her. You also have to think wether you’re willing to drop your fuckboy lifestyle for her, because there ain’t no way you can have both. That’s just not how relationships work.” Bucky explained, with hands up in defense. “If you’re simply protective over her, that’s fair. But don’t get in the way of her having a good time when you always have. It’s hypocritical.” Bucky ended his discussion of advice and gave a condescending pat on Johnny’s shoulder before leaving the restroom, leaving Johnny to ponder heavily on what he had just been told.

Of course he knew he couldn’t have both. He didn’t want to have both either. The question was wether or not he was deserving of the one thing that mattered more.

When he walked out to the crowded space, he had no aim on where to go. He simply walked around mindlessly, not a single thought bothering him but the environment kept him uneasy.

He leaned against a wall in front of the dance floor, his eyes wandering at random couples - some grinding their bodies together in a sexual manner while others were twirling their partner for fun. He was tempted to drown himself in alcohol to not have to deal with his current dreadful emotions.

Then, his eyes caught on something that would make everything feel even worse.

She was there with Steve, slow-dancing as it was apparent they were in the midst of having a conversation. She was smiling at him, biting her lip occasionally of whatever Steve was telling her.

Johnny let out a shuttering breath as he felt what could only be described as excruciating pain through his chest.

This is what she’s been feeling this whole time.

An unfamiliar sting of a sensation in his eyes made him squint, and that was when he felt a single teardrop drip down from his cheek.

He had to wipe under his eye and study the wetness as if he couldn’t believe he was crying himself. He looked back and saw she saw laughing at whatever joke Steve had whispered in her ear.

His head was cleared up with a single reassurance that he held onto as he let the tears continue to stream.

She’s now going to be happy. You’re going to be so happy for her. Just wait and see.

For once, Johnny had won over his impulsiveness, and had convinced himself he should leave Y/N in peace. The way she wants. If this was the last time he would see her without her even sparing him a glance, he would accept it for her sake. She deserves this.

Right just before he was about to leave, Y/N and Steve rotated while they danced, making her ultimately face what was to the side of Steve’s broad shoulder.

Y/N’s POV

He was right there, staring back at me, in a way that put me so off edge.

Why was he crying? Even more notably - why was he smiling all the meanwhile? Why were all the feelings I had managed to ignore in record time coming back to me by at the mere sight of his face?

I had never seen him like that, let alone seen him crying as if you were breaking his heart.

He gave a sheepish wave and that same reassuring smile he always wore on his face when he didn’t want me to worry about something. This time it was anything but reassuring though.

My eyes followed him as he walked away, not glancing back even once when he walked out to the exit. I grew distressed as thousands of questions were swirling through my mind with a single command, begging me to check up on him.

As I faced the man before me again, all I could see was him. Those same blue orbs were staring right back at me, and it might as well have been Johnny in my eyes. A wave of emotions hit me as I felt myself getting stuck between the surroundings of many people. My breathing was getting shallow, and all I wanted now was to leave.

“U-um..I’m sorry, Steve, I think I need a little air. Thanks for the dance though.” I told Steve, and he kindly let go of me without question.

I rushed out of the clubhouse after Johnny in a hurry, and was relieved to see he had yet to reach his car which was still a few feet away from where he was.

“Johnny.” I nearly whispered his name, but it was no doubt audible to Johnny’s ears as the outside world of the clubhouse was one of silence.

He turned around at my calling. “Y/N?” He stood still on the same spot as I walked closer and studied his bloodshot eyes.

“W-Why are you crying?…Why did you…why did you leave like that as if….”

As if I’ll never see you again?

I couldn’t pick a question of which I first wanted an answer for.

He swallowed thickly as he shook his head and wiped his cheeks from any moisture that still lingered. “I don’t know….I guess I just realized then and there as you were dancing with that man that…— you were right. You aren’t a little girl anymore. And I’m not a little kid anymore either, yet somehow it’s taken this long to realize I’ve been nothing but a fool for wasting my time with things that didn’t matter and hurting the one person I love the most, —

— that person being you.”

2nd person POV

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything. For not picking up all the times your face fell when I was flirting with other women. For embarrassing you last Saturday night and ruining your chances with that guy. For having to contain your misery in order to keep our friendship going while I was doing shit out of satisfactory convenience. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You sniffed, wiping a tear right as it was about to shed down. You had become so emotional by everything Johnny had said — it would almost be inhuman to not be crying. You couldn’t resist it anymore as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a hug out of appreciation for pouring his heart out to you. That he was as much as crying over the guilt which you never wanted to lay on him. “It’s not all your fault. I never told you anything, and it was obvious you couldn’t tell. I know you would have cared otherwise. Besides, it’s your life. You are single and have every right to do as you please.”

“I know….” He said with a sigh. “But I still feel compelled to ask for forgiveness because it still makes me undeserving of you, and a selfish part of me wants you to forgive me so you can give me another chance. Because as it turns out, I think…..—

— I think I may be in love with you too, Y/N.”

Your sorrowful face turned into a glare as you pulled away — unsure if he was being serious or pulling an off putting prank.

“Johnny, I’ve loved you since primary school and endured every time you’ve admittedly slept with several women at the same time. You don’t love me the way I love you.” You said sternly, hoping he would understand love wasn’t a word to throw around.

He nodded, agreeing to your statement as it was only fair. “Maybe not with everything you’ve been put through, but I want to love you that way. If it counts, I was willing to leave tonight without bothering you because I love you too much not to disrupt your chances with someone who deserves you. I know that I don’t truly deserve to be forgiven, but we’re standing here now, together. — And I believe an ‘us’ is possible if you would give me a chance now that I know there’s a possibility for us to be.”

You shook your head as you faced the ground, a sob threatening to arrupt once again during your most important conversation of all time.

“We can’t, Johnny. I’m scared…I don’t want to loose you as my best friend…” your voice cracked as you buried yourself into his chest once again, trying to hide your tearful face. He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head before he rested his chin on you.

“Lovers can still be best friends….you’re the only woman I’ve emotionally connected to in a way that ruins me if we’re separated for too long. I long for your voice and your touch….your gaze as you stare into my eyes with your beautiful ones…I hope you know I’ve meant it all the times I’ve called you beautiful. Back to when we were dressing up for Halloween and you were a princess with your cute little tiara on, — and look at you now; you’re all grown up into a lady. Still so beautiful. So pretty.” He whispered at the near end, giving your hair a few strokes for comfort.

You looked at him timidly and let out a breathless laugh as you wiped away the tears that you knew had smeared your mascara. “I always thought you said it to be nice…”

Johnny frowned, almost offended you would assume such a thing. “I wouldn’t call you beautiful if I didn’t think you were, tootsie. You think honest little me would have thought of lying about how pretty you are? We’re talking about the same kid who asked one of the old teachers why she had saggy tits. I had no filter whatsoever, baby.” Johnny said with a chuckle.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as the memory was brought back to you. He was making you laugh away your sadness, like old times, you thought.

You took a deep sigh after, now having the courage to look at him again in his eyes. He could only smile with content back at you and put a hair strand behind your ear as it was in the way of your eyes.

“I love when you laugh….I’m so fucking sorry I led you on. You didn’t deserve to wait this long. I was too distracted to notice how you felt, but you need to believe me when I say I have always cared about you. I love you, Y/N. I want to the same way you do, anyway. I can’t define what love is but I know you’re the closest I’ve felt to it. Give us a try. I promise, I’m willing to give up everything I once called my way of living in a heartbeat if you give me a chance.”

You sniffed once more, though you seemed to have come over your emotional wave. “I don’t know….I guess we’ll have to see if we work over a first date.” You said, adding a wink and a mischievous smile. He returned it with a smirky laugh as he clearly had an idea from that witty head of his.

“How about we get out of here? I actually have a place in mind where I want to take you. Will you allow me, princess?”

Of course you did. After all, how could you resist him when he was asking with that charming face of his?

You drove a good half an hour out from the city before you were driving along cabins and farms. You were sure you had seen the same houses before with the same late night lighting coming from the moon alone. You had requested for a hint of where he was taking you, but Johnny could only smile at you as he gave you the short reply of;

“You’ll know when we get there.”

While on the road, you had texted Bucky, apologizing for leaving on a short notice and to let him know you’re fine. You felt bad for leaving Steve too when you had been getting along the short time you spent together, but you knew he easily could get a new girl to tag on his arm with how handsome he was. There was really no other person you would rather be with than being with the person sitting right next to you.

Johnny pulled over to a small road, and the memories were soon clearing things up to you once you saw a lake with a long deck attached to the land.

You gasped in disbelief that this was the place Johnny had thought of this whole time. “We’re here? But why?”

“Because, we’re going skinny dipping, tootsie.” Johnny announced with a grin. “Just like what we did when we celebrated our high school graduation. A special place of our own.”

“So, this has become like our very own spot, huh? Or have you been sharing it with other people too?” You asked jokingly, only to regret it immediately.

“I would never. Trust me, this is only ours….— and I guess whoever owns that fancy cabin up that hill. Guessing they were the ones to set up this nice deck. I’m sure they don’t mind sharing though.” Johnny chuckled lightheartedly.

He reached out for your hand and you grabbed it with no hesitation as you walked through quietly and carefully down the short path leading to the deck.

Johnny was already in the process of removing his shirt, and you took it as cue to start undressing as well. As you had removed your fancy party dress which you couldn’t care less about, a concern came to mind when you were left with only your undergarments on.

“Um…Johnny? Do you by any chance have any towels with you?”

He had just removed his pants when he looked up at you, only briefly distracted by the image in front of him. Since when have you been using lingerie? came the question to Johnny’s mind. He was almost caught drooling but he shook away the distraction and turned his gaze down.

“Uh, no I’m sorry…this was kind of a last minute idea to come here. I should have remembered, I’m sorry. I’ll turn around though, if it’ll convince you to still dive in with me.” He said, brushing his hand over his neck in embarrassment.

“Okay…you promise you won’t look right?

“I won’t. As soon as our clothes are off, I’ll grab your hand and we’ll run forward to the water without looking anywhere else, okay?”

You reluctantly agreed and took off your last pieces of clothing while Johnny faced away and did the same.

“Are you fully undressed?”

“Yes,…you?”

He let out a sharp breath before answering positively. “Are you ready?”

You shrugged, feeling a little anxiety settling in. “As I can ever be.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Grab my hand.”

“I don’t know how without looking behind me…” you said, as you peeked through your side but couldn’t see his hand reaching out to you.

“I don’t care. It’s not the first time you’ve seen my ass. You can look at it anytime, baby.” He said cockily. You just knew he was smirking proudly of himself for saying that.

You gulped and decided to trust him for consenting to look. As you turned, you were met with his muscular back towards you, and your eyes wandered down to where his arm was reaching out to which his butt was at full display at the same eye level.

What a nice ass, was the only thing you could think of as you tried your best to not let it distract you too much. Once you grabbed his hand, you were immediately dragged off to the deck.

You ran as fast as you could, Johnny slowing his pace to match yours as he was a quicker runner. Before your anxiety could retract you, you were already jumping out from the end of deck, your bodies colliding with the water milliseconds later.

You were down below for a few moments, with you pulling up to the surface first. Johnny came up a few seconds later as he had probably challenged himself to stay under for longer.

“Hell yeah, that was awesome!” Johnny cheered as he used the palm of his hands to wipe away the water from his eyelids. He quickly looked around and saw you, rubbing your one eye, clearly in discomfort.

“You okay?” He asked out of worry when you didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, I just got something in my eye…probably a piece of seaweed or something.” You replied, still having troubles opening your one eye.

“Here, let me see.” He offered, and swam closer to you. He cupped your face with one hand to keep your head steady as he took a closer look. “Ah, there it is.” He said, and carefully touched the side of your eye to remove something that looked like a tiny part of a leaf or your suggestion of a seaweed, but it was hard to tell with only the moon light to shine things to view. He carefully picked it out, and you blinked a few times before your eye was becoming unbothered by the earlier irritation.

“Thanks. Aside from having my eye attacked, it was fun. It’s cold though.” You said and shivered with gritted teeth.

You hadn’t noticed you were so close to each other after he had helped you remove the thing from your eye, and now you were silently staring, with only the sound of the small waves hitting the surface. Your leg as they kept on swaying to hold yourself up on the surface accidentally brushed against his thigh.

“Oh, sorry…I uh, we’re kinda close right now.” You said, as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

He smiled adoringly as he could tell he was making you a little nervous. “Yeah…I guess we are.”

Your eyes fell from his eyes to his lips as you saw how red they had become from the low temperate of the water. They looked awfully kissable to you as of now. Your face closed into his as you craved him too much not to do so.

The idea seemed to have crossed his mind too because he leaned at the same time, hunger for your lips striking within every nerve and bone of his body.

He moved you back against the deck as he hung his arm on it for support and used his other hand to hold your chin for a kiss. His lips met yours in harmony, so perfectly placed together it could be an evidence of its own that you’re meant for each other. Your arms hung around his shoulders for support as you grew tired of kicking your legs to keep afloat.

He could feel your perky nipples against his chest, and he nearly wanted to have you further pressed against him — but for once he allowed himself not to follow lust. This was all about a gesture of pure love for you, one you were giving him back through the kiss. It was sweet and simple, something he wasn’t used to but it could gladly be the only affectionate gesture you shared with him if you wanted to.

Once your lips detached, you slowly pulled away to take another good look into each other’s eyes. The corner of his lips perked upwards into an amused smirk.

“Now that was even more amazing. Didn’t peg you for a good kisser, princess.”

You playfully hit him in the chest and faked a shocked gasp. “Rude!”

You got out of the water by the lakefront shortly, making sure not to look at each other while you dried yourselves as best as you could. Johnny would shake himself like a dog, making all the water splatter away and run down his body quicker.

“Well, seeing as we don’t have any towels, we’ll just have to tolerate being a little wet.” Johnny said, not at all satisfied with the feeling of soaking his boxers as he slid them back on.

You hummed as you tried to dry your hair by pressing out the water that was still contained in your hair strands. You shook your legs where most of the water had built up by the end of your body, and while it was uncomfortable to put your dry clothes back on when you were still wet, you didn’t have much of a choice.

Soon enough, you were both dressed again, and you finally faced each other to leave.

“This was kind of romantic of you, you know…I’m very happy you took me here again.” you softly commented. Johnny could only smile gleefully and tighten his grip on your hand. He pulled your hand up to his face and gave it a kiss.

“I’m glad to hear, baby.”

When you sat down on the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied about something. It was as if something was missing — like there was something you wanted to do before you left the area and wouldn’t return for the foreseeable future.

As you looked to your side where Johnny was sitting with wet hair, trying to pull out his car keys from his small pocket looking ever so sexy, you finally knew what it was you wanted to do.

“I think I want you to fuck me here, Johnny.”

He visibly stiffened when those words left your mouth. He had to look at you and see you, as if he couldn’t tell you had just asked that or if it was something he imagined. “W-What? Like Right here? Right now?” Johnny asked, not sure if he understood you right.

You bit your lip and nodded at him shyly. He gulped, not believing his luck that you were aroused. As tempted as he was to pounce over you right then and there, guilt arose and it stopped him from taking any action.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea, Y/N…shouldn’t we wait at least until we’ve been on a real first date? Or I don’t know, - have sex in like a fancy hotel or something instead? I really want to show you how much I care and love you like no other girl.” Johnny explained while caressing your cheek.

You smiled at him and held over his hand with your own. “That’s really sweet, Johnny. The fact that you’re willing to wait and plan out where we should have sex means a lot to me.” You smiled adoringly. He nodded, and was about to start the car engine but you held his jaw to face you again as you moved closer to him.

“But as a matter of fact, I really want to have sex with you in your car, while we’re at the most romantic spot you have ever thought of bringing me to, in the middle of nowhere where no one can bother us. I’m not scared anymore of showing myself to you. Please, Johnny…..fuck me. I want you so bad...” You plead - almost moaned as you rested your hand on his thigh.

He could already feel himself harden beneath his pants at the mere feeling of your pretty hand so close to his crotch was convincing enough. The fact that you were confidently seducing him told him he should give you what you want. He wanted to fuck you just as much in the tight space as you wanted to.

“Since you’re being so touchy with my thigh, why don’t we start with you riding it, princess? Wanna have you make a mess on my jeans…make yourself nice and wet for me to feast on later.” He said seductively, words dripping like sweet honey.

You climbed off your seat and leaned on him, attaching your lips to his once again — this time humming moans into his mouth as you savored the wonderful sensation which you have been dreaming of for so long. He nibbled at your bottom lip, only to groan when you hungrily pulled yourself against him for a deeper kiss.

His hands placed carefully on your hips, ever so often squeezing your flesh for his own amusement. He was trying to make access to slip his tongue inside your mouth, but you were foreign to know his intentions.

“C’mon, don’t go shy on me now. Open your mouth a little…” he muttered. You submitted to him, and let his tongue invade your mouth, occasionally dancing with your tongue before closing in for an open mouthed kiss.

“Come sit on my knee and grind yourself on it….stick your tongue out too. I wanna suck it, tootsie…” he muttered with pure lust. You hazily listened to his demands, already fucked out of your mind as you were growing wetter between your legs.

He was incredibly good at this…, you had figured as much before, but this time you fell victim of his skillful techniques of seduction.

He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and your eyes rolled back when he made you grind out with your hips against his thigh. You repeated the motion, your underwear being the only layer of clothing that separated your cunt and Johnny’s thigh.

You breathlessly pulled away, making Johnny open his eyes, his lustful gaze frowning slightly at your sudden retreat.

“I wanna…I wanna take off my underwear…” you reluctantly announced as you let out a hot breath. “Tear’em off, please…I can’t wait anymore.” You mewled in agony.

Johnny didn’t need to be told twice as he ripped them by the side and let the fabric seep away from your wet cunt. You yelped at the feeling of your ruined garment dragging along your pussy lips, creating the tiny friction you so badly craved.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Johnny eyeing your exposed cunt, seated against his thigh. His brows knitted into a face that screamed primal lust for sex.

“Oh, fuck…would you look at that. What a cute baby pussy you have.” He purred while licking his lips. You whined at his comment, not expecting it to be his response of a reaction. He reached out and spread your pussy lips apart for a better view of your hole.

“Johnny!” You cried out, foreign to the feeling of someone else’s fingers touching your sex. When he let go, you continued to hump against him, desperate for stimulation. You clung onto him with your arms around his shoulders, your moans heaven to Johnny’s ears.

“You said you’ve had a crush on me since primary school, right?” Johnny asked huskily into your ear. You nodded feverishly, confused as to why he asked in the midst of you rubbing your cunt against his thigh.

He leaned into your ear and let out a hot breath before speaking. “That means you most definitely have touched yourself to the thought of me, right?“

Oh, he was going to be the death of you.

You buried your face into his neck in embarrassment as you whispered a ‘yes’.

He chuckled lowly and stroked your back for comfort. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, tootsie.” He assured softly. “ I’ve touched myself to the thought of you too…”

“W-What?” You asked, letting out a shuddered gasp.

“It’s true…I did it twice - maybe thrice during last year of high school because….— well, you matured and I started to find you attractive. But each time I did it, I felt so fucking guilty and I used all my willpower to stop. I made a promise that I would never try to take things further with you because you meant too much to me, and I didn’t want to make it weird between the two of us if I continued to drive that sexual feeling, so I just…suppressed it I guess. My mistake…” He admitted with a grunt.

He could feel you soaking his trousers as if they weren’t already wet enough, and he could feel your cunt pulse with each grind. He softly pulled you away to see you in a flushed out state, your eyes barely holding up as you panted. He took a good look at your cunt again.

“Look at how much you’ve drenched me, Y/N…” he cooed, patting your ass lightly.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, looking down at the wet patch with guilt.

Johnny lifted up your gaze to meet his right away. “Hey, don’t feel sorry. I’m just teasing you. I want nothing more than to dive into your wet pussy and taste your sweet juices. Would you like that? Wanna have me eat you out in the backseat, baby?”

He only needed your weak nod as clarification, and he was already pulling his seat down, making you collapse onto his chest so suddenly. You crawled to the back first and settled yourself on the corner seat to leave more room for Johnny to come behind with you. He followed soon after and towered you.

“Take your dress off and let me see your tits, Y/N…” Johnny requested.

“You gotta take off your clothes too! I want to see you..” You whined as your eyes wandered to the tent in his boxers. You almost grew thirsty as you saw a wet patch of what you could assume was precum leaking out.

“Right, right…hope I don’t scare you with my size. You’re still a virgin, aren’tcha?” Johnny asked, his mind still with the assumption you were still pure.

You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling anxious as you were about to come with the following confession; “No, I’m not actually…but I would still like to go slow since it’s been a while…”

Johnny froze and looked up at you when he was in the midst of unbuckling his belt. So I was wrong, he thought.

“Oh…— I mean, of course you’re not. Shouldn’t be surprising as most people loose it at some point during our teens…” Johnny quickly brushed off casually. “And we’ll take it slow. Don’t you worry one bit, tootsie.”

He pulled off his pants and shirt, smirking as he lastly pulled down his boxers where his hardened cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as it aimed right at you. You let out a shuddered gasp at the sight of it, finally able to conclude that the real thing beat your past imaginations of how his cock would look like.

“It’s so long and pretty…” you said, not intending to say it out loud but it escaped your mouth with no thoughts. He snickered at your compliment, which made your thighs squeeze together in anticipation, wanting nothing more but to have him inside of you.

“Nu-uh! Keep’em spread. Before I fuck you into paradise, m’gonna follow through and eat you out like I promised…” he whispered, before he bowed down in front of your pussy — so close to it you could feel his breath on you.

You whimpered when his tongue flickered at your leaking hole first, before he lazily licked a stripe upwards of your cunt. When he met the top, he licked your clit a few times before sucking on it.

Your hands held tightly onto the top of his head, not knowing where else to put them as he kept on torturing you with his slow licks.

“Hmmm…love your pussy juice, baby…might just be my new favorite taste out of everything there is….” He moaned against the soft flesh. You couldn’t see it from your point of view, but Johnny was jacking his cock off to receive some relief out of his already pent up sexual desire.

He didn’t warn you when he inserted a finger inside of you, loosening up your tight hole for what would soon come and invade your cunt.

“It’s gettin’ real fucking hot in here…wanna leak my leather seats with your sweet juices and get us all sticky in here, huh?”

“Uh-huh!” You responded with a high pitched voice, feeling yourself getting closer with how good Johnny’s fingers felt. He scissored your weeping hole, stretching it wider than it has been for a long time. “Mmmh! Oh, fuck! Johnnyyyy..” you whined his name as his tongue once again invaded your clit, his tongue circling around the sensitive nub.

He gave your pussy a few kisses before he rose up. “I could be between your legs for hours, but I really need to be inside of you before I make myself cum…”

You nodded while eagerly making yourself comfortable on the seat for Johnny to nestle himself between your thighs.

“Gather some spit in your mouth and carefully spit into my hand, princess…” he ordered you softly.

You did as he said, not really knowing why he needed it, but not questioning him as you let the liquid seep out of your mouth and onto his hand.

“There you go….” He cooed, before applying it to his cock, stroking it a few times with the slick, making your eyes widen.

Somehow he had turned you on immensely by using your spit as lube for his dick.

He held it and pointed it towards your cunt, already sinking the tip in. You grabbed onto his shoulders for better support and cried out. He grunted when he passed being halfway inside of you.

“S-So big…” you whined when he was almost all in. He hunched over you and held his hands over your hips.

“It’s okay, princess, you can take it…-fuck, you’re so tight!..” He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut in order not to cum. “Oh god, this is something else…” he moaned under his breath.

Your legs wrapped around him with your fingers digging into his back as he began to slowly move his hips, his balls lightly tapping your ass for each roll.

“Mmmm, fuuuck…How does it feel to finally fuck your best friend, huh? It feels fucking amazing on my end, but I wanna know….” He said with a brief pause as he adjusted his hips to roll deeper into your cervix. “..Is it as good as how you imagined it to be? I need to know. Please tell me, baby.”

“Oh, yess!! Aaahh, it feels a thousand times better than I imagined! Love your cock so much, Johnny! You’re fucking me soooo good! Nghh — aaaah!” Your head threw up against the end of the seat, not having felt this good in your life.

“Yeaah, that’s it…what best friend would I be if I didn’t fuck your tight, baby pussy as good right as I do? M’gonna make you cream all over this seat, baby.” He purred.

You let Johnny drag your bra down to the point where they were fully exposed. He had longed to see those cute perky nipples of yours which earlier were firmly pressed against him, and now he could witness them bounce as he fucked you into the seat of his car. His mouth quickly invaded them, and he suckled your nipples like his life depended on it.

Your moans got louder and louder the closer you got to reach the climax you have been patiently waiting for, and Johnny could only pick up speed as he was getting close too.

“God, fuck - feels too good to be inside of you, Y/N…you’re too good for me…” he panted into your soft skin as sweat was making an appearance on his forehead and shoulders.

You shook your head with shut eyes, wanting to tell him he was wrong, but you thought it was best to show it through something else. You let go of his shoulders and cupped his face to give him another sensual kiss. He whined into it as you took the lead this time by sucking his tongue.

Suddenly, you felt your climax was about to crash over you and you breathlessly pulled yourself away for air needed for the moment.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum! Oh God!” You cried out and curled your toes while your climax approached you.

“Aaahh there you go baby, squeeze me…” he purred into your ear, continuing the same pace of pounding into you as he was getting ready to release his own orgasm. “Oooh fuck, I’m going to fucking-!” He pulled out just in time and stroked himself while he splattered loads of his cum all over your upper stomach and breasts.

He collapsed on top of you, trying to regain his regulated breath like you. He faced you once more, and you could only giggle from the turn of events. You wiped the sweat away from his forehead and quickly kissed once more before Johnny removed himself away from you.

Now you weren’t only wet but sweaty, covered with Johnny’s cum and drenched between your legs, having only a piece of napkin from your handbag to clean up the whole mess as much as you could.

You dressed yourself up for the second time of the night, and drove away from the place that would now have two separate and very meaningful memories of your relationship.

“So, you lost your virginity too, huh? Why have you never told me?” Johnny had to ask out of curiosity as he drove your way home, trying not to sound too bothered about it.

“Oh, that…uh,” you briefly paused as you swallowed. “— it wasn’t really worth bringing up at the time. I lost it out of pity to a guy I was a summer camp leader with the year after you lost yours. It wasn’t anything intimate though, we just kinda…mutually agreed to have sex just for the fun of it in a storage room. I never let him kiss me though. You stole my first kiss back there when we were in the water.”

Johnny, while a little taken aback by the first given information, was even more surprised to know about the second one. He turned to you while cautiously following the road as he drove. “Really?? Damn, you kiss like a natural…I was convinced you had some experience…” he said. “Would you say it was a good first kiss?” He had to ask with a narrowed eye.

“Of course, Johnny…we were kissing in the water with the moon in front of us. It couldn’t get any better than that.” You giggled as you stroked his arm.

He grinned, teeth coming to view because he was just so happy. Things couldn’t have ended better after having an emotional ride of a rollercoaster from both parties this past week.

“…I’ve never done a blowjob on someone before either. I was maybe hoping if…if we aren’t too tired when we get back, I could maybe try it with you. If you want to that is,” you suggested, nervousness apparent in your voice.

Johnny swallowed thickly and let out a large sigh as your confession made his cock harden.

“We could do that, or — I could pull over right now and see just how well you can suck my dick, tootsie.”

You both knew this was far from the end of the night when you found an empty parking lot a mile later.

Note from author: This part turned out so much longer than the first one but I enjoyed adding every part of this story too much to care! I hope you enjoyed it too!

Might make a few drabbles connected to this story in the future because I really love this pairing with best friend!reader and fratboy!Johnny Storm.

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

[dailydragon08]

Random cute Luke x Reader headcanons that live in my head rent-free pt 8 (punk/edgy/grunge style reader edition, ft Han & Leia)

TW: descriptions of slightly revealing outfits on reader (deep v-necks and high slits in skirts, but nothing explicit or overly descriptive).

Han thought he was gangsta till you showed up I’m sorry I had to, I just love the idea of Han being like “sure I’m a punk” till he sees you and is like “way to one up me, kiddo.”

When he first meets you, is in awe of any body modifications you have. Loves all your piercings and tattoos, and is a sucker for nose rings (especially septum) and any tattoos that sort of wind up one of your limbs, torso, or neck.

If you don’t mind showing a bit of skin (deep V-necks, ripped pants, or skirts with high slits), Artoo is on drool-patrol for him.

If you have combat boots, is obsessed with them—especially if you’re his height and the heel on the back makes you taller than him (may or may not have some headcanons/a fic in the works about this).

Even though it’s not really her style, you and Leia bond over fashion/hair/makeup/jewelry. You both make a point to learn each other’s preferred styles inside out, will buy things you see that you think the other will like, and sometimes she takes you on shopping sprees with her. Definitely makes you her “help me choose my outfit for this fancy political event” buddy.

Along that same vein, Luke will also buy you things he sees that remind him of you and is so sweet and gentle when he gifts them to you.

ANH Luke is just staring at you slack-jawed and loses the ability to speak. ESB Luke at least is able to close his mouth and form halfway coherent sentences, but is a blushing, giggly wreck around you and constantly running his hand through his hair or rubbing at the back of his neck. ROTJ Luke (my fav) has the most composure and always convinces himself he’ll be nice and smooth—and a good 75% of the time, he succeeds, but does still slip up every now and then and blushes up to his ears.

Luke makes sure to always go above and beyond with his compliments since he knows how much care you put into each outfit (especially if you’re self-conscious sometimes). For example, he’ll say things like “that lip color goes really well with your skin,” “I love all your gold jewelry combined with the black clothes,” “the dyed pieces of your hair look amazing when the light catches them,” always notices whenever you wear/do something new, and definitely has his favorites from your wardrobe and gets SO EXCITED when you wear them. Even ROTJ Luke will be calm about it, but internally be like *brain vibrating*.

Whenever you go to formal parties with the OT crew, your style does mean you stick out a bit, but they all assure you it’s only in the best way. If anyone gives you grief, they’ll have the whole squad glaring at them until they apologize.

Seeing you in formal wear had Luke melting to the floor for the first time (I plan on making a separate part for this).

Going back to if you wear anything a bit leggy, especially if it’s a maxi skirt with a high slit, he relishes getting flashes of your legs. Especially if you’re Force-sensitive or just a good fighter and are sparring, he’s trying so hard to pretend he’s not getting super distracted by it.

If you two live together, he loves seeing all your different pieces in his closet and refresher and buys you different hanging/tabletop organizers. If he can’t find an organizer he likes, he’ll hand-build you one himself so none of your stuff gets mixed up or tangled together.

·         He’s an absolute master at untangling necklaces and bracelets. Especially if you like the stacked necklaces, he will work for literal hours to pry them apart without breaking them (you’re convinced his Force-sensitivity somehow helps with this) or complaining. But once he’s done, you will get a loud “AHA!”

Sometimes hand-makes you jewelry and gifts it to you on special occasions.

Once you’ve gotten together with him, when you’re apart, you’ll comm him a picture of your outfit of the day and he’ll respond with so much praise.

If you’re into posting your outfit online, he’s always the first to comment with heart eye, fire, clapping, and melting emojis. He’s not a big holonet person, but if he knows you’ve posted a picture, will get on specifically to hype you up before logging back off.

The first time you let him pick your outfit, this man was so psyched and put so much thought and care into it, then didn’t hesitate to tell you how amazing you look (“if I do say so myself”) and will frequently ask to do it again, of course with the caveat that you’re more than welcome to say no to part/all of his choices.

Calls you his “stylish girlfriend/boyfriend/partner” and has big proud that’s my SO energy whenever you get compliments on your style.

Tbf, he’d do this with any style, not just a more edgy one, cuz he’s the ultimate hype man, but this is just me being self-indulgent.

[pearlypairings]

pt x ot au pretty please!

Oooh yes! This is like my self-indulgent lil baby wip! As I’m having fun with new tropes/challenges, how could I ignore a physical therapist Steve Harrington and occupational therapist Chrissy falling in love??

I used to work in outpatient therapy and I would LOVE to write a friends/coworkers to lovers for steve x chrissy as young adults instead of HS students. This setting would give me all the warm and fuzzies as they both get to help others in their career AND are still growing as people. Plus all the dopey pining and workplace drama are just the sprinkles on top.

The only snippet I have is a bit of banter:

“Your chewing is going to drive me absolutely bonkers. Would you at least tone it down?” Steve smirked at Chrissy, mouth finally closing to chew his microwaved leftovers at the break table. He swallowed, the motion of his throat overdramatic and conspicuous enough to be blindingly obvious that it was malicious compliance.

wip title ask game

[goddamnshinyrock]

my fiancee brought up starting a HSA the other day and I was like 'why, we have good insurance??' and she pointed out that all my co-pays are in fact adding up.

SHE has been to the doctor once this year (annual physical). I've had my annual physical and then also... been to the emergency room (stabbed myself in the thumb doing a linocut), urgent care twice (finger pulley injury, ankle injury), had two x-rays (finger, ankle) and an MRI (finger), an ultrasound, and am starting separately both OT (finger) and PT (ankle). And I still have another referral I need to make a follow up appt for. 🥲