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[ramp-it-up]

Dessert or Disaster?

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. You two are in love, but you two are both stubborn. Will you both put aside your pride to make this work? Can one or both of you be humbled?

Word count: 3.5 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after ...As Hard As I Did but I feel it can be read as a stand alone. It is in answer to this ask. Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run is making me feral. I can write these two ALL DAY!!!! Y'all are gonna have to deal with this for a while, sorry not sorry.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. This is the filthiest these two have gotten. Ms. Independent Syndrome, Mr. Chauvanist condition. Argument, angst, the silent treatment, tipsy girl's night out revenge, jealous Bucky, jealous reader, handsy random Drunk guy, who gets laid out. Sam shows up. Dom/sub elements, mild BDSM exploration. Spanking, orgasm denial, humiliation kink, praise kink, talk of voyeriusm kink, begging, use of Daddy, use of google translate Romanian. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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James Buchanan Barnes didn’t own you.

But he thought he did. 

It was infuriating.

After a month of dating, you’d had your first fight. Bucky always paid whenever you went out, and last Sunday, when you both reached for the check at brunch, there was a slight tussle. 

You laughed as Bucky scowled, thinking he was joking, but he was dead serious about paying. You became indignant, and you may have called him a controlling crime boss.

Bucky definitely called you an entitled brat and you may have stormed away and walked home, refusing to get back in the car with him. Bucky followed you in his sportscar as you pretended he wasn’t there. 

You were shaking with rage by the time you reached your brownstone and Bucky parked illegally.

“Frumoasă, let’s talk–”

“There is nothing to talk about, James. If you can’t respect my boundaries, then I don’t know what to say. I need space. Time to think.”

You glanced at him, but you looked away from the hurt on his face. 

“What does that mean?”

You cringed at the hurt in his voice. 

“I– we. Listen, you were right. We went way fast with this. It’s a lot, Jamie.”

You loved the fuck out of this man, but you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Bucky’s voice cracked and you looked up into his ocean blue, watery eyes.

“No?”

“Are you sure?”

“No. I’m not sure, James.”

“I thought you were mine?”

You paused and took a deep breath. 

“You don’t own me. You can’t do whatever you want…”

Bucky just looked at you as if he were about to debate that fact. Then, he raised his hands and backed away.

“Our dinner date still stands. Maybe Saturday night, we can talk about this like adults…”

Your ire was raised once again.

“I am an adult, Bucky. And you are too. You should listen to me when I-”

Bucky interrupted you and ran his hand through his hair, which he had been growing out. Just for you. He was extremely frustrated.

“This relationship has been predicated on nothing but your boundaries.”

It was a standoff. You two stared at each other, an invisible wall between you. You didn’t like how it felt.

“Like I said, we need a break.”

“We agree on something, at least.”

Bucky turned and walked back to his car, and you both closed your doors at the same time, hearts beating out of tune.

—-

You only cried for a couple of hours that day, but when you woke up to no good morning text from Bucky on Monday morning, you cried again. You were hurt, angry and anxious. Were you two over and done with? You threw yourself into work, trying not to feel your emotions.

By Tuesday, Bucky was being driven mad with images of you, sensations of holding you in his arms, feeling your body around him, your voice telling him that you loved him.

Steve sensed his mood, but did not press him, just complied when Bucky asked him to speed up the timeline to divest themselves of all illegal enterprises.

On Wednesday, you were feeling some kind of way. How dare he just ignore you and pretend you didn’t exist. Was he trying to punish you or something? You didn’t realize how much Bucky’s attention mattered to you. But you bet he knew very well. You decided to have big, big fun that night with your girls.

Of course, Bucky still had eyes on you, so he knew you were safe, but he told Nico and crew to fall back a little. He didn’t want to crowd you. But he was going crazy at the fact that you didn’t reach out to him. He was giving you the space you requested and hoped that you would come back to him of your own accord. He wasn’t going to force you to do anything. It was a matter of principle, not pride.

At least that was what he told himself.

There were some things you needed to understand, however.  Bucky was just trying to take care of you. You loved him, and he loved you. This thing was destiny. And you couldn’t run from that.

Wednesday night, he got a text from you. He sighed as he headed toward your location.

—-

You wore a more revealing outfit than you usually did. You were wearing a backless top that showcased your braless breasts and the cool night had sharpened your nipples into hard peaks, pressing through the thin material. You may have been thinking about Bucky tearing the top off of you roughly, or taking off carefully, or leaving it on you as he fucked you.  He would still pay attention to your nipples no matter what. You were horny for your man, and not thinking about tempting anyone else.

So you decided to break the ice and send him a selfie.

When Bucky didn’t respond, you got angry all over again. How dare he just continue to ignore you? You were a queen, and you were going to act like one. You went to the club, got tipsy, and acted as if you were in college again, taking drinks from anyone who offered. And there were lots of offers. You danced with your girls, and later, with the men who bought you drinks.

It was all harmless fun, right?

Through the crowd and the flashing lights, you saw a familiar profile, a head of hair and those unmistakable shoulders. Bucky was there, and his body language indicated that he was aware and interested in what you were doing.

So you gave him a show.

A woman came up to him and he looked down at her, a small smile on his lips. A jolt of jealousy rocked your body when he moved to a quiet corner with her and of all the colors in the club, all you could see was red. When she smiled up at him and her hand reached for his arm, you began grinding on the body behind you.

The man pulled you closer and practically yelled in your ear.

“You come here often?”

You rolled your eyes as his hands squeezed your hips and moved down. 

“Yeah. Let’s just dance.”

You moved his hands away but then they glided over your stomach and skimmed your back, thumbs brushing dangerously near your top. He pulled you even closer and started grinding as you tried to keep his octopus arms off of you. You glanced toward the corner and saw one person talking on the other locked in on you. And then moving in your direction.

You were relieved and terrified, because what had you gotten yourself into?

And what was Bucky going to do now? He looked like an animal, stalking his prey, dangerous.

The stranger moved his hands again and you recoiled, just as Bucky’s hand landed on your bare shoulder.

“That’s enough. Time to go.”

The random guy chucked his chin up at Bucky. 

“Who the fuck are you? Me and my girl are dancing here.”

You heard a record scratch, even though the music was still blaring.

“What did you say?”

Now you were afraid for this man’s life.

“C’mon James, let’s go. He’s drunk off his ass.”

You tried to pull him away, but he was not moved, staring down the man who would go down if Bucky breathed on him the wrong way. After a second, Bucky turned toward you, fury in his eyes.

You breathed a sigh of relief, even though you knew you were in for it. But Drunk Guy just had to open his mouth.

“Fucking whore. Acting like a slut on the dance floor and then leaving with this—”

And it was lights out for Drunk Guy, because Bucky Barnes laid him out flat with one punch.

Sam appeared out of nowhere to control the crowd as Bucky steered you through the crowd. His tense hand on your back sent a flash of dark excitement through you. He guided you by the elbow through the kitchen of the club. He took off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders before taking you out to the cold alley to his waiting car.  He walked you around the passenger side and opened the door, but before you could get in, a tug on your arm sobered you up.

You turned to see so much ice in Bucky’s glare. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

“You are in so much trouble,” Bucky’s lowly growled threat made goosebumps rise on your skin.

 “What do you mean?” 

You shaky voice belied your nerves.

“Get this clear, Frumoasă. You are, in fact, mine. That man’s hands were all over your body. All over what was mine.”

Bucky was leaning down, face close to yours, rage barely contained. You knew he would never truly hurt you, but…

“I had things under control,” you urgently whispered back. You wouldn’t back down from him.

“What about you? Who were you huddled up with in the corner?.” 

Bucky’s eyes glinted.

“Jealous?”

He got even closer. 

“No, you are,”

Bucky’s  jaw tensed, and a vein pulsed in his neck. You hit a nerve. 

“I know that woman from… from before you. She means nothing to me.” 

Bucky brought his hand up to your neck and buried his fingers in the hair at the nape of your head. He tangled your curls and tugged, none too gently, bringing your eyes up to meet his.

“I don’t want her. There is no one but you. “

You were trembling in his grip, panties soaked, mouth open for breath. Seeing Bucky this worked up brought out something in you. Something you didn’t realize was there.

“Take me home, James.”

“Y/N.” 

His voice chilled you. He gave you a cold smile. 

“I said you were in trouble, and I meant it. You’re getting punished.” 

Your jaw dropped, and your face flamed as you started to say something. But a wave of need crashed into your cunt. You were intrigued.

“What are you going to do?” 

Your voice wavered despite your efforts to appear calm. Good lord you wanted this.

“What you deserve,” he said calmly, gesturing for you to get into the car. You resisted.

“Tell me now.”

He indicated the car again and you sat down, trembling as he buckled you in and walked around to the driver's seat. You took a deep breath before he got in himself. 

Bucky leaned toward you menacingly.

“You have driven me to the edge these past few days, Y/N. I love you, I don’t know how else to explain this to you, so I’m going to show you tonight with a consequence for your actions. Either you accept that consequence and come to my place, or I drive you home. And we seriously reconsider what we’re doing here.”

You looked into his icy blues and you knew he was serious. You two had talked about some kinks and limits while starting to experiment with his more dominant side and your submissive side. These versions of you first manifested when you called him ‘Daddy.’ Punishment and reward was a heavy theme in your verbal foreplay. A little humiliation and praise was mixed into your physicality, and it thrilled you. 

Bucky made you feel safe, and tonight you had been unsafe.

“I’ll take my punishment, Daddy.”

Bucky’s eyes stuttered half closed, but he quickly recovered, managing to stay cool toward you as he whispered a gruff, “Good."

He started the car and pulled into the street, headed toward Brooklyn.

"Now sit back and make yourself invisible. I’m trying to calm down and I need to concentrate to not be too rough with you when we get home."

You settled back into your seat, thinking hard about that word, ‘home.’

—--

Bucky virtually ignored you until you got into his bedroom, and you surprised yourself with how much you just wanted him to look at you. You were a whore for his attention. And now you knew that he knew that.

That’s when you realized that your punishment had already begun.

You walked ahead of him on shaky legs on the deep pile carpet of his bedroom, legs shaking and heat emanating from your core. You felt his hand tug you to a stop as he turned you around to face him. 

Bucky took his jacket off of your shoulders as he finally looked at you, admiring the pout on your face. 

“You were a good girl. So silent on the ride over and in the elevator.”

You shuddered as he spoke and as his fingers touched your bare shoulders. 

“You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?”

His palm moved from your shoulder up to your cheek.

“Yet you weren’t a good girl earlier tonight, were you?”

He was so close to you, his lips millimeters from yours.

“James, please –”

The space between your lips was driving you crazy. 

“I think you need to be spanked, Frumoasă.” 

His voice was so calm, in contrast to the whirlwind inside you. You were anxious, but you wanted this in your soul.

“We will talk while I spank you. You have got to understand how much I care for you. How much I love you.”

Anger with a rush of excitement coursed through your body.

 “I— This is— Fuck,” you whispered. 

Bucky pecked your lips, allowing just one bright spot of tenderness before he abruptly sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Over my lap, Frumoasă.” 

“Christ, James.” 

“Now.” 

His eyes were iceberg blue. There was no trace of soft Bucky.

 “Or I will put you there myself.” 

“Do it,” you whispered, ever defiant.

In an instant, you were thrown over the bed like you weighed nothing, and flipped onto his lap.

“There we go.” 

His satisfied voice made you shiver. A large hand slipped off your heels and peeled your leggings down your legs. You squirmed, knowing that he could see the wet spot on your your panties. 

“Esti atat de frumoasă iubirea mea.” You are so beautiful my love.

He smoothed your panties against your wet crease before he yanked them down in one swift movement, exposing you to the cool air in his bedroom. 

“I’m going to enjoy this. You, not so much,” 

“Get on with it.” 

“Watch your mouth, and stop rolling your eyes.” 

Bucky squeezed your ass cheek as he read you like a book, and you braced for a blow.

“Don’t hurt me,” you pleaded in a whisper, chastened now.

“This isn’t going to be about pain.” 

You rubbed your nipples against the comforter, searching for some relief to the sexual tension coursing through your body.

“Then what?”

You were breathless as he rubbed circles on your ass. A slap landed, quick and stinging, causing you to  jump.

“It’s about you being a spoiled little princess.” 

His voice was rougher. Oh Lord. That nickname was your undoing. It felt so right. 

“I am not!” 

You gasped when he spanked you again, heat radiating from the spot. 

“Brat. Don’t contradict me.”

Fingers slipped into your folds.

“See? A spoiled, wet princess.” 

You bucked, lifting your ass to his touch, not trying to hide your reaction. 

“Mmm, you like being called that, don’t you? Your body can’t hide the truth.” 

“Daddy…” 

You buried your face in the bed as he rubbed your clit. How could he be so calm?

“That’s it, Prinţesă Open up for me.” 

More spanks made you moan wantonly. 

“I’m going to fuck you you here…” 

Two fingers moved deep into your cunt..

 “…And here.”

He lightly stroked the cleft of your ass. 

“Yes, I want you there. Please!”

Bucky’s intake of breath told you that he hadn’t expected your response. 

“Iti place, Prinţesă aia? You like that?” 

“God, it feels so good.” 

Bucky circled your tight hole and worked a finger inside. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight and untouched,” he crooned as you arched into his hands. 

“Almost innocent. But you are anything but, aren’t you? You were acting like a slut earlier. Letting him touch what’s mine.”

“James—”

You were angry and yet so close to cumming at the same time.

Bucky laughed. 

“You wanted attention, now you have it. Do you want me to have Sam bring him here to watch me do this to you? Or should I just call Sam? Or Steve? Or Nat? All three perhaps? You need an audience, Frumoasă?”

You were so wet at what he was saying despite your embarassment.

“Look at you.”

His voice was so condescending. Why did that get you even wetter? 

“You are so worked up over the idea. They’d be eager. They all say how fine you are, and how they would have you right where I do if I hadn’t made the first move.”

You pussy spasmed as he plunged two fingers inside you again while his thumb pressed down on your clit. He pulled away before you could fall over the edge and you grunted in frustration. 

“It’ll never happen though, because you’re mine. My little slut. My cum whore.”

A smack stung your ass. 

“Fuuuckkkk, Jamie….”

You were shuddering, shaking, creaming all over his hand. 

“My pure and total slut. In every way.”

You kicked, your ass fluttering around the two fingers he had inserted. Your pussy was gushing, but you could find no relief. Another hard smack rained down and you cried out. 

“Do you think I could ever look at anyone else while you are in the world, Frumoasă? A thousand women could be in here — naked, begging — and I wouldn’t look their way. Not once."

“James—” 

“Not when you’re here, so pretty on my lap, with your pussy on fire and your body desperate for what I can give you.” 

You whimpered and tried to close your legs for pressure on your clit, but Bucky spread your thighs with his hands and stared down into your shiny, wet cunt.

“And you're not just desperate.” 

Bucky was relentless. 

“You're greedy. They would have to watch while I fucked you, because you can’t wait.”

“Oh, fuck, Jamesssss!”

“That’s why I give you all my time, my attention, all my money, because I will give you anything you ask for. And more, Frumoasă.”

You hid your face, slung over his lap, and his big fingers began stroking in and out of you again.

Lightning bolted through you.

You gasped and clamped down on his hand. You came so hard. And then he was spanking you again. Your ass was numb now. 

Somehow you wound up on the bed, belly-down, knees on the floor with Bucky kneeling behind you. You arched your back, body begging for him. Another slap landed on your heated ass.

“Look at you, putting on a show. Just like earlier in the middle of the dance floor. But all of this is mine. No one else’s.”

Bucky grasped your breasts through your thin top and you whimpered, face down on his bed, presenting for him, spreading your legs, beckoning him to stop the torture and enter you.

“Need your cock, Daddy. Please. I’m sorry!”

A sudden smack on your clit made you cry out. Pleasure bloomed out from your cunt and your thighs were now soaked.

“Yes, you need me. And it’s okay. It’s okay to be taken care of, to lose control. I’ve got you Frumoasa.” 

For once, you had nothing to say, you just gripped the covers as Bucky lifted your hands and moved them behind your back, holding them together.

“I wish you could see your ass right now, Baby.” 

His voice was husky with lust. 

“It’s so red and so warm. So fucking beautiful. But you deserve my cock, too, don’t you?” 

He sank into you without warning, your wetness enabling him to sink in with one thrust. You were helpless; you just had to take it. You moaned as his thumb entered your ass as he squeezed your hip. And you felt so full, fucked sensless by his relentless nature.

“So fucking wet,” he growled. “And you want me to fuck your ass.” 

“Please, Daddy…”

You were sobbing now, wanting everything he was giving you, everything he was saying, and more.  

“Please cum inside me.”

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Love it when you beg. You should see the creamy goodness you are leaving around my cock..”

Bucky threw his head back and moaned, shutting his eyes tight from the erotic sight. His thrusts became erratic as his cum hit your wet, hot walls. Your mouth opened in a wide O and a silent scream as you came around him.

He growled as he finished, his hand rubbing your back as he softened inside you. You slumped against the bed as he rained kisses down your spine.

“Are you okay, Prinţesă?”

You smiled.

“More than okay.”

Bucky smiled and kissed your forehead before retreating to the bathroom. He came back, cleaned you up, and helped you to fully undress as you climbed into his bed.

He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for you and made you drink, before he took off his clothes and climbed into bed with you and took you into his arms.

“Do you still love me, Y/N?”

Confident, dominant Bucky Barnes was gone. You looked up into his uncertain blue eyes.

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have come with you if I didn’t. I love you, James Barnes. I’m still yours. It’s just— I’ve been taking care of myself for so long that I don’t know how–”

Bucky put his finger over your lips.

“That’s all I wanted to hear right now. Let’s get some rest. We will talk in the morning. I’m not letting you go without a fight. I love you, so much, Frumoasă.”

You kissed him and relaxed into his arms.

“You own me, Frumoasă, body and soul.”

—-

Next part here.

Let me know if you like this one! 😁

[gyuscoquetteribbon]

^᪲᪲᪲ what the world has to offer

SYNOPSIS: you were supposed to be home about thirty minutes ago. mingyu doesn't know why you aren't home yet and all his calls are left unanswered and his texts, delivered, but not read.

PAIRING: mingyu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff, established relationship

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

notes: this is pretty self indulgent y'all also also omg first written piece that i've posted for the world to see in 4 years???? also im not very satisfied with how i ended this so my bad y'all but hopefully i get to write more in the coming weeks !!

hpr btw

'i'm close by, i'll be there in five mins !!!'

going by your last text, you should've been home about thirty minutes ago. needless to say, mingyu was beyond worried, pacing back and forth in your shared kitchen while he also he kept an eye on the boiling pasta.

'y/n.'

delivered.

'y/n why aren't you answering my calls???'

delivered, yet again.

delivered, but not read.

mingyu's anxiety, which had picked up upon the ten minute mark, only increased as all his texts were left unopened and unanswered.

the pasta had finally come to a boil. as mingyu turns the stove off, a soft tune fills the otherwise empty house.

his phone was ringing.

mingyu goes to pick his phone up, his speed only picking up when he sees your name illuminating on the phone screen. he attends your call, ready to chide you as he adjusts his phone so that you could see his (rather upset) face.

"y/n, why the fuck won't you—"

"i don't think i'm coming home tonight," you cut him off.

mingyu raises an eyebrow. he knew exactly why you were late the moment he saw you sat, leaning against a wall that looked much like the wall of the entrance to your apartment complex.

you angle your phone towards your lap, and there it was. the reason why you weren't home yet.

laying down cozily on your lap was a sleeping cat, pearly white fur with specks of dust and brown spots. if mingyu was right the stray was probably—

"i think he was abandoned," you pull him away from his thoughts, gently swiping your fingers over the cats ear that was cut at the tip, indicating it was spayed either by a rescue team or its previous owner. your free hand goes to cradle its head as it tips back.

a soft smile falls on mingyu's slightly chapped lips, his eyes gazing at his screen with so much love. he leans closer to the camera. "you don't even look at me with this much love," mingyu jokes, causing you to chuckle softly, "i'll bring him something to eat yeah?"

you nod and allow mingyu to cut the call. a shiver runs down your spine while you wait for your boyfriend to come down to join you. it was a particularly chilly evening. as you wait for mingyu, you watch the cat as its body rises and falls in a gentle rhythm. you had placed your woolen scarf over the cat earlier, when it had fallen asleep, afraid that it might be too cold for him. you sit there, wondering how confused the cat must have felt upon being thrown into the streets to fend for itself after being sheltered for so long. you felt sorry. the world is too cruel, you think to yourself.

"hi," mingyu's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. you lift your head to look up at your grinning boyfriend, the scarf wrapped around his neck doesn't hide his sharp canines shining under the dim light of the lamppost.

"hi," you whisper back as mingyu squats down across you. with all the sudden commotion, the cat stirs awake, sleep eyes blinking up at the new figure before him. "he's awake," you note, eyeing the cat cautiously, praying that the presence of another person doesn't scare him.

the cat sits up immediately, the scarf draped over his body, slipping onto the ground. its eyes land on the small tin of cat food which mingyu had bought along. good thing mingyu had bought a bunch of those since you have a habit of feeding strays in your area whenever you come across one.

you loved cats. mingyu knew that much. going out on walks with you almost always meant that you'd both would have to stop somewhere in the side of a road because you came across a stray cat. sometimes, you'd stop mid conversation if you see one, rushing towards it, muttering a soft "look! cat!" mingyu doesn't mind, though.

in fact, it was this quality of yours that made him fall so deeply in love with you. despite the pain the world had given you, love was all you ever gave back. that too with a big grin on your face. when you'd run towards a stray cat mid-conversation, you'd miss the fond smile that'd fall on mingyu's lips. when he'd go shop for groceries, you'd miss the absent-minded smile that'd paint his lips when he'd inevitably walk down the aisle containing pet food. when he'd see you sat beside your potted plant, talking for hours about anything and nothing at all while a slow song plays in the background, you'd miss the way he'd look at you, with hearts in his eyes.

they can hear you. it helps them grow better, you had told him.

once again, you had missed the way he was smiling at you. "or so it seems." a puff of air briefly forms in front of mingyu's mouth as a chuckle escapes his lips. the cat jumps out of your lap and approaches the can of food cautiously, almost as if it'd disappear if he'd look away. gently, mingyu pushes it closer towards the cat, assuring that the food is, in fact, for him.

you sit on your knees, your freezing hands falling on your lap as the cat takes his first few bites, his entire face fitting into the can. when he lifts his head, his overgrown whiskers are coated with minced meat. you and mingyu coo softly as the cat looks up at the two of you with his minced meat clad fur and whiskers.

you laugh, your eyes crinkling at the sides. you sounded so beautiful. music that mingyu wishes was only reserved for his ears; for him to listen to and cherish. but alas, the world knows your name.

"you've taken quite a liking towards him," mingyu points out.

you look at your boyfriend, "i wish we could take him home." an unsaid plea.

mingyu laughs softly, reaching forward to gently pat your head, "i'm free tomorrow. i'll pick you up from work and we both can take him to get vaccinated, alright?" he smiles, mirroring your own beaming smile, "i'm sure bopeul would like a friend or two when we go visit my family when i get a break."

"and, i'm sure dollop would love bopeul too," you say.

mingyu raises a brow, "is that what we're naming him?"

"yes."

"dollop it is then," he smiles, reaching down to gently boop its snout.

you miss the way mingyu smiles at you when you aren't looking. but, you never miss the way he loves you. all the little ways he's shown his love. you've never once had to ask for something. he'd know.

maybe this was what the world had to offer for all the love you've given it.

[snazzilystoopid]

What it's like to date Cole Brookstone

The dragons rising trailer gave me Cole fever 😭😭 so yk I just gotta do a Cole post to appreciate this lego man's existence

Enjoy this yall heheh

Starting off strong: texting. The guy will spam you if you don't answer within 5 minutes

He's always worrying if something bad had happened to you 😭

He's also a ninja (obviously) so he's gonna be busy most of the time

That doesn't mean he doesn't make time for you though heheh

Before he'd leave for a mission he'd send you a sweet message, or leave small pouch of your favourite sweets for you

For your 3 month anniversary, he got you a pair of headphones

They're extra special bc they match with his <3

He sends you gym pics. Ok? He just does.

Mainly because he knows on the other side of that screen you're a blushing mess

Sometimes Cole will just walk around you shirtless to tease you, because he knows you're always gonna be staring

If you can bake, this man will BEG you to make cakes.

If you can't, you at least try. He'll always eat them, even if they are a little burnt

Its the thought that counts though, right?

His love language is touch, so you guys cuddle often

If cuddling isn't really your thing, that's okay! He'll settle for always holding your hand

When it comes to kissing however, hes so passionate that you usually have to lean on something, like a wall or a table 😭

When things get a little steamy he'll definitely be hoisting you up and wrapping his arms around you

(HELP WHY AM I GRINNING WHILE WRITING THIS AHAHAHAHSHS)

Your dates usually consist of desert places, picnics, and CD/Vinyl records shopping

He love love loves music so whenever you tag along with him to these shops he loves it, and also really appreciates the company

Sometimes you both put in one ear each of Cole's earphones and just lie on his bed together listening to music

Its so therapeutic for both of you

He tried to teach you how to play the drums a few times, but you're horrible at it, sorry 💀

(Unless you can acc play the drums ofc)

When you met Lou, he told you a bunch of funny stories about his dance lessons as a kid

Cole gets so annoyed whenever he does this but you think its cute <333

Lou would also go on to tell you how much Lily would've loved you

It felt a little uncomfortable talking about his mother, because you know how much of a sensitive subject it is for him

But Cole did agree, you reminded him a little of his mother

In truth, Lou sees himself and Lily in you and Cole

Although he denies it, Cole loves it when you trace his scars

Especially the ghost scar on his forehead

Also loves it when you trace his jaw

Whenever you randomly do, I promise this guy WILL just melt right there

Since his hair is really long, you're always trying out random hairstyles on him

He always protests, but he really does love it hehe

The man is such a tease, sometimes he'll swoop down to capture your lips in a kiss, only for him to kiss the corner of your mouth instead

Other times (when you're alone ofc,) Cole trails kisses down your neck and just randomly stops, and you always complain

He finds you so adorable when you're complaining 😭

He has a passion for singing, but will never sing in front of anyone apart from you

Most of the time, whenever he sings to you its a love song that both of you like 🥰

He's usually a pretty chill boyfriend, and doesn't normally get jealous

But on the very rare occasion that he does, he won't show it

Instead he'll get all pouty and whenever you ask what's wrong, his only response is to pull you into a hug

He'll most likely feel a little self-conscious and wonder if you're becoming uninterested in him

DONT give Cole a reason to feel sad. Do not. 😒

Anyways

He didn't tell the ninja he had a partner until Jay and Nya spotted you two in a vinyl records store holding hands

They interrogated the poor thing for like 3 hours when he got back

But once they all met you they really liked you!

Kai and Jay subjected you to more embarrassing Cole stories, which the earth ninja was NOT happy about

He prefers to spend time with you alone, away from other people

He vents to you a lot of the time and tells you about his struggles and his feelings

Hes actually really open with you, but he never pressures you to tell him anything

He wants to be able to earn your trust <3

(Sorry for any typos!!)

That is all ! I hope you guys enjoyed this little hc post 🤭 stay tuned for more !!

[johnslittlespoon]

hi sorry i can't stop thinking about your leaving!bikeriders au aaaaaa

big tough intimidating gale and his sweet little puppy boyfriend is just *chefs kiss*

but also just the potential for the future of these two is driving me crazy

john's always been a little smaller than gale, or just the fact that he's so pretty thin and lanky makes him seem smaller in comparison

but the years go by and suddenly he's got a couple inches on gale and he's beefy as all hell

gales loves it

gale gushing to his biker buddies about his baby bucky and then this brick wall of a man walks up and theyre all like holy shit

and bucky never loses his puppy tendancies, he just kinda becomes like a big dog that doesn't know his size, draping himself all over gale and almost crushing him in the process

and also gale with a little white in his beard im going insane

au post | STOP IT THIS MADE ME SO <33 i loooove this (also it won't let me add a 'read more' without messing up the images so forgive this wall of text lol)

just the thought of them growing so close and their lives intertwining over the years, sorting through their issues, getting over every hurdle and going through so much together. gale in a suit bringing flowers to john's college graduation, john getting a part time job despite gale's protests because he wants to help out but also so they can take a celebratory vacation together when he finishes his exams :((

they meet when john looks like this sweet little thing in his second year of college, early 20s, shy and still growing into gangly limbs:

and then suddenly a couple years have passed and he's graduating and he looks like this twunky frat boy (gale realizes somewhere in the first few months of living together that john's vision is absolute dogshit and john's just been writing it off as a lack of focus lmfao so he forces him to an eye doctor):

and part of gale feels a little bit sad when john doesn't have to tilt his chin up to kiss him properly anymore because yk it's like watching a puppy grow up lol but mostly he's just. insane. about his boy. he's in love with his brain, and getting to see him grow confidence and become at peace with himself over the years only makes him more infatuated (and he'll be damned if he doesn't go a little crazy at the feeling of muscular thighs beneath his hands when he's got john pinned down) <3

gale's friends going a good chunk of time without seeing john during his last year of college because john's so busy juggling part time and cramming for his final exams, and when he finally does show up at the pub or biker club or whatever just before summer, there's jokes about "what the hell have you been feeding him, buck?" because that is not the lanky awkward pretty boy that had been hanging off of gale's arm the summer before. although john's absolutely still the same personality–wise, still crawling into gale's lap whenever he can, making gale carry him to bed, loving to sit on the floor by the couch between gale's legs so gale has to lean down to kiss him. :')

maybe john gets an internship after graduating and ends up working part time at the mechanic shop instead of his old part time since gale can give him whatever hours he needs to balance the internship and income (i'm pretty sure that's what i'll have gale's job be, running a car and bike shop, because yk it just checks out). john does a lot of heavy lifting and physical activity working there and bulks tf up and it makes him feel so much more confident in himself and gale would lose his mind at the way john's work shirts stretch across his broad shoulders hsdgdskhj !?!

and oh my god yes salt and pepper beard gale. john would go fucking feral over him, catching himself staring all the time, as if he doesn't already do that enough. they both become more and more attracted to each other as time goes on, like they keep waiting for the 'honeymoon' phase to end but it just doesn't, even through whatever conflicts and fights they go through, even once they fall into routine and domesticity– they're just as crazy about each other sigh.

thx. these two are gonna live rent free in my head forever. i love them so much and i haven't even written them yet fml. ALSO THANK U FOR UR OTHER ASK WITH ALL THE BIKER INFO!!! i will absolutely msg u if i have questions ur a life saverrrr omg. i screenshot and saved that ask to my drafting doc bc god knows i'm gonna need it SJKDJG ur awesome <33

[vinestaffery]

Hi, I don't request much but could you write skateboard reacting to reader coming out as non-binary, I understand if you don't want to its fine. Have a good day ^^

skateboard x non-binary reader

content: coming out; implied homophobia experiences/homophobia; comfort and acceptance; purely fluff with a side of small angst

authors note: last post for tonight!!! so sorry for this being unable to be written in so long. hope this cheers you up!!

[Y/N] paced back and forth in their room, the low hum of the ceiling fan doing little to ease their anxiety. The walls, plastered with posters of their favorite bands and vibrant artwork, seemed to close in on them. Their heart pounded, each beat echoing the countless scenarios their mind conjured. Skateboard had always been a steady presence in their life, a beacon of carefree energy and unwavering friendship. But this was different. This was revealing a part of themselves they had kept hidden for so long, a truth that lay heavy on their chest.

Memories flashed through [Y/N]'s mind like a cruel montage. They remembered the hushed whispers in the school hallways, the way eyes would linger a little too long, and the snickers that followed them whenever they tried to express themselves authentically. The worst were the snide comments, the offhand remarks that cut deeper than any physical wound.

"What even are they?" "Are they confused or just seeking attention?"

The words replayed in their mind, a relentless loop of doubt and fear.

Taking a deep breath, [Y/N] grabbed their phone and texted Skateboard. "Hey, can we talk? It's important." The response was almost immediate, typical of Skateboard's quick, effortless style. "Sure thing! Meet you at the park in 10?"

[Y/N] arrived at the park, the familiar sight of Skateboard waiting by the bench, his skateboard resting against his leg, brought a semblance of calm. His nonchalant grin and easygoing demeanor were a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within [Y/N]. They took a deep breath, steeling themselves for the conversation ahead.

"Hey, [Y/N]!" Skateboard greeted them with his usual enthusiasm. "What's up?" [Y/N] swallowed hard, their mouth suddenly dry. "Hey, Skateboard. There's something I need to tell you. It's...it's really important to me."

Skateboard's expression softened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Sure thing, dude. You know you can tell me anything."

As they began to speak, [Y/N] felt a surge of emotions. "I've been struggling with something for a long time. I’ve never felt comfortable with the gender I was assigned at birth. I’m non-binary. I use they/them pronouns."

The words hung in the air, heavy and liberating all at once. [Y/N] braced themselves for the response, their mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Would Skateboard laugh it off, dismiss it as a phase, or worse, distance himself from them?

But Skateboard did none of those things. Instead, he looked at [Y/N] with a mix of surprise and understanding. "Wow, [Y/N]. Thanks for telling me. That must have taken a lot of courage."

[Y/N] blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. "You...you’re okay with it?"

Skateboard shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Why wouldn’t I be? You're my friend, and I want you to be happy and comfortable. It doesn't change who you are to me."

A wave of relief washed over [Y/N], the tension that had coiled in their chest unraveling. Skateboard stepped forward, wrapping them in a tight hug. The embrace was warm, grounding, and filled with the unspoken promise of acceptance.

"You know, I used to be somewhat like that, struggling to discover myself. That was until I discovered it was the happiness I was seeking for? It was inside me. In accepting mysef, my true authentic self, I discovered happiness. I finally didn't feel alone, I acknowledged my friends that loved and accepted me for who I was as a person, not who they felt I should be. Even in uncovering my authentic self, I still felt like I was unable to be who I am. But, if you fight beside them, you can live a wonderful life where you don't need to hide. You have always been you, and no one should tell you otherwise."

"...Thanks, Skateboard,"

[Y/N] whispered, their voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Skateboard pulled back, his grin widening. "No problem at all. Now, how about we go skateboarding? I’ve been working on some new tricks I want to show you."

[Y/N] laughed, the sound lighter and freer than it had been in a long time. "I'd love that."

[frizzybizzy-21]

Reality (Atsumu Miya x

Reader Timeskip!)

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

A/n: sorry for not posting. I just didn't want to write... anyways, here's this, hope it's not too boring or anything!

Word count: 4334

Beep Beep

You closely opened your eyes to the sound of your alarm going off. You slowly got up, stretching your arms up and cracking your back. You got your phone and uncharged it before you turned off your alarm. You went to your closet looking for an outfit for the first day of university. While you were looking, you realized that it honestly didn’t matter what you wear on the first day, or any other day. People are going to be too stressed or occupied with school to even look at people to judge them. 

You put together an outfit that you would normally wear when going out to get something to eat or to buy something. Before you changed though, you placed your clothes on your bed and walked out to go to the bathroom. When you walked out, you saw that your roommate's door was open almost all the way. You took a quick glance in his room. You saw that there was quite a lot of volleyball stuff there. Like a volleyball itself, a jersey that was hanging on his wall, and a picture that was framed which seemed to be his team. 

You thought with this information, you could use it for a conversation, to finally talk to him or just to get to know him. While looking a little more, even though you knew you shouldn’t, you noticed that he wasn’t in at all. You thought it was strange because it was barely 7:00 in the morning. ‘He must have something important to do if he’s waking up so early.’. After taking a quick look in his room, you continued your way to the bathroom. Once you got to the bathroom, you saw that it wasn't a mess this time. 

You went to the sink, grabbing your toothbrush while also getting the toothpaste. You turned the water while putting your toothbrush under it a little. When you turned the water off, you started to brush your teeth. It didn’t take a long time to do so, but when you were done, you grabbed the hand towel to dry your hands. 

When you were done with the bathroom, you walked back to your room to finally change out of your pajamas. When you were changing, you thought if you should wear any makeup at all. It would be a pain to take it off after 9 hours, and you didn’t really think it would matter to anyone. So you decided not to put any. Either way, it would save you time in the morning and maybe you could sleep a little longer in the mornings. 

You grabbed everything you needed, which was only your backpack and your laptop. When you got everything, you went to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast before you left. Once you got to the kitchen and made your breakfast and quickly ate it. There wasn't anything you had to do next, and it was pretty early to even start walking to class. You spent 15 minutes just on your phone, texting Oikawa and Tendou because they sent a good luck message to you knowing that today was your first day you would be going to university. 

It didn’t take long before both of them had to leave, but it was okay because you also had leave since it was about time you would start to walk. You put on your shoes and walk out of the apartment, taking the same route you have been taking ever since you got there. It was getting a little annoying that from here on out you would have to take this same route whenever you want to go out. You would get over it soon though, you always do. 

Once you got out of the elevator, you greeted the receptionist and headed out the front doors. When you were outside, you got out your phone to see how long it took you yesterday to walk over there at campus. It only took 15 minutes which was good since it was only 8:05 am, which would make enough time for you to make your way to your first class when you got there. You got your earphones, plugged them in your ear and pressed play on your playlist. The more you got closer to the campus, the more you got nervous. It was a way bigger school from Aoba Johsai, and not to mention, none of your friends were going to the university you were going to. 

You got lost in your thoughts for the rest of the walk. After song after song, you didn’t realize that since you were lost in thought, you were listening to the songs you would normally skip. You skipped the song after realizing it and when you skipped it, the next song was one that you actually enjoyed listening to. You let the song play while walking, getting closer and closer to the campus. With each step you took, you could feel your cheeks turn hot when the cold air hit them. And while the cold air was hitting your cold cheeks, you imagined how warm it would be when you stepped in the class. 

Not a while after, you finally made it to the campus. It surprisingly didn’t take you 15 minutes (it only was 12 minutes…) but you weren’t complaining. It was 8:17 which meant you had enough time to find your class. But you already knew where each class was so you were already walking to your first class. As you expected, when you walked through the front door of your lecture you could feel the warm air hit your face, making it feel weird. 

You looked around to see if there were any seats that you could take, but as you were looking around, you noticed that not many people had been there. There were about 10 total students there, not one of them were sitting next to each other. You didn’t want to break the ice by sitting next to someone, so you sat in the middle row where no one was sitting. When you sat down, you saw that everyone had their laptops out, ready to go whenever the professor would be here. You got out your laptop, placing it on the little makeshift table that you pulled up from the side of your seat. 

Once you had everything set up, you waited until class started. The more you wait, the more people come in. Each seat was getting filled except the one next to you. You didn’t really mind though, it just meant that you would have more room to move in. Right as the professor came in, a guy sat next to you. He had somewhat long but short hair, it was dyed blonde but you can still see his natural hair sticking out from the rows. 

Once he sat down next to you, the professor started the lecture. The guy next to you was taking his time setting his stuff. After he had set everything up, the lecture went on without anything surprising happening. That was until 45 minutes in the lecture, the professor asked what was the first thing you should know about cameras. He waited for anyone to answer. He waited a little longer hoping anyone would budge to answer the question. 

“Anyone?” He looked around to the students but he knew that no one was going to answer it. He scanned the room before pointing at you. “You. What is the first thing you should know about cameras?” he asked you, waiting for your answer. You didn’t know anything about cameras, you were just taking the class to see if you would enjoy it. And besides, you had a camera that you didn’t know how to work and it had been bothering you for the longest time for not knowing how to work it. 

You looked at your professor to see if he was really pointing at you. When you saw that he was indeed asking you, you looked around the room to students staring at you, waiting for you to answer the question. You didn't want to seem like a dumbass so you tried to pretend like you were thinking. But now that you look back at it, it just made it seem like you were a dumbass because it was an easy question.

“It’s um…” you stalled for way too long and it was obvious that you didn’t know the answer. Right as you were about to give up and tell the professor that you didn’t know the answer, you noticed that the guy sitting next to you pushed his notebook towards you a bit. You glanced over it reading what he had written down. As you read it, you realized that it was the answer to the question. You were about to answer the professor with the answer he gave you, but started to overthink it. 

“I don’t know,” that was all you said in response to the question. The professor sighed and shook his head before answering his own question. You looked around seeing that some of the students were smiling to themselves or either giggling quietly. You lumped back in your seat, you really didn’t like being put in the center of attention. Thankfully though, the class forgot about it like it was nothing. 

After your dumb action, the lecture went on and when the clock hit 9:00 am, the professor wrapped up his last words he had to say. “And if you have forgotten, we meet on Mondays, Tuesdays and thursdays. And make sure to write things you don’t know down…”  with those last words, everyone starts to pack up their things before heading to their next lecture or back to their dorm or apartment. You had to go to your next lecture which was in 15 minutes.

While you were packing your things up, the guy next to you did the same. You could feel his eyes glancing at you here and then. You shook off the feeling thinking that he would only look at you because of what happened in the lecture. When you were done packing everything, you heard him say a soft, “Hey”. You looked up at him, he had his backpack on the seat he was sitting on while looking at you. 

“Hi..?” you didn’t want to be awkward towards him, but you really didn’t expect him to talk to you or anything. “Sorry to ask, but why didn’t you answer the question? Didn’t you see it?” you thought for a moment deciding if you wanted to tell him the reason why you didn’t answer the question even though he did give you the answer. You sighed, maybe he will know what you were talking about? 

“Oh, back in highschool people would do that to me, but it ended up being the wrong answer…” you felt a little embarrassed telling him that. But you didn’t feel embarrassed when he just said “okay”. You nodded at him before turning away to head to your next lecture. But right as your back was turned, he asked another question. “Why are you taking this class?” You turned around. ‘Is it that noticeable that I don’t know anything?’.

“I have a camera at my apartment, and I really want to know how to use it. And I had to pick a class that didn’t have to do with my major.”

“Hmm, me too. Well, not the me having a camera that I don’t know how to use part. The part where I had to pick a class that has nothing to do with my major.” he started to pick up his backpack before walking towards you. You walked outside the row of seats waiting for him to get out as well. 

“Oh…So if you know about cameras and all, why didn’t you answer the question?” he listened to your question while walking out of the row of seats. He just continued to walk towards the door of the classroom until he finally said something. “Because I didn’t want to,”.  You didn’t expect that answer at all. Most people would say that they were too scared too or that they didn’t know the answer. He seemed like that type to be too scared to, so when he said that, you were taken  back. 

“Oh…that’s a good reason, I guess? What’s your major then, since this has nothing to do with it?”

“Computer science. For game design.” 

“That’s cool, so you like games?” By this point, you didn’t realize that you were walking with him to his or your class. But, the answer to your question, he just nodded. You didn’t want it to be quiet, so you asked another question. “So why pick film production?”

“I showed my friend a video I made for my channel and he said that “my camera skills suck”. At first I didn’t care, but after thinking about it, I just decided to take the class.” you nodded at his answer. You looked around and noticed that you two were going to your class without knowing. Before you were going to talk, he asked you something this time. “And you? What’s your major?” you could already tell that he was going to be shocked when you tell him your major. 

“Literature arts…” you looked at him, but he just smiled to himself. “I haven’t heard that one yet. So far all I’ve heard is business or engineering.”

“I know, I know! I’m just seeing if I like it. If I don’t I'll just change it.” you laughed a little at his comment. When you looked up to glance at him, you saw that right next to his head was your next class. You stopped in your tracks, which also made him do so. “Hey umm, this is my class. Sorry if I made you late or anything.” He turned around half way, he shook his head while waving his hand, motioning that it wasn’t a big deal. “No, it’s fine. My next class is actually right over there.” He said while pointing towards a few classes down. You nodded at his words before walking in your next lecture. But you stopped mid way. You went back out to see if he was still there and thankfully he still was. 

“By the way, My names Y/n L/n.” You stood there watching him turn around to face you. He nodded to you before saying his name as well, “Kozume Kenma,” You nodded at him before waving goodbye to him. Before you could see him waving goodbye to you, you went back into your class. You weren’t sure if he was your classmate that you would talk here and there, or a friend now. 

When you walked in, you saw that every seat had been token except for one in the front row. In your head you were slapping yourself for taking too long to get there, but at this point, you couldn’t do anything about it. You walked up in front and took the seat. You got your stuff seat up and sat there for 2 hours and 35 minutes. 

Time skip!!!!

After sitting through two different lectures and already getting an essay to write, you finally finished your first day. Thankfully you didn’t have to go to band practice for the symphony. That doesn’t start until next week, which means you're going to take in everything you can before it’s ruined by long practices. 

While you were walking, you wondered if you should buy something to eat or if you should make it. You already had things at your apartment for you to cook, but at the same time you really wanted some Yakitori that you saw on your first day being in the town. You sighed thinking about it too much. It would be better if you make food instead. Right now you don’t have a job and it would be stupid if you wasted all of your money in a month. But, you do have an interview this sunday which is good.

Didn’t take you long before you reached your apartment building. You walked in the building, greeting the receptionist and going to your normal route. When you got to your apartment, you noticed that your roommate wasn’t here yet. You took this opportunity to start your essay, and when you are 25% done, you would start making food. Maybe you would make some for him too if he said yes.

You walked to your room, changing your pants to sweats and going to your table desk to start your essay. You checked the time and saw that it was 2:55 pm. ‘I can probably get about 6 pages in two hours…’ After writing so many essays in high school and doing some of them at the last minute, you’ve gotten used to writing so much in a short amount of time. When you made the doc and started with your heading, you locked in before you zoned out. 

Time skip, 2 or so hours later…

You sighed when you put the last sentence on the bottom of the 6th page of your essay. At this rate, you might get to finish early and probably do other things. You clicked saved before closing your laptop and getting your phone. You stood up stretching your back while yawning a little. You brought your phone up to check what time it was, it read 5:05 pm. ‘No wonder my back hurts’, you wrote overtime. You didn’t really, all you cared about was finishing and that’s what happened. 

You quickly made your way to the kitchen while thinking what to do for dinner. When you reached the kitchen, you went to the fridge and looked inside to see what was in there. You scanned the fridge after a while before landing on the fatty tuna you got yesterday. You could do something with this. You took out the fatty tune, you placed it on the counter. You then looked around for the rice, which was under the table, and put some in the rice cooker. You looked at the timer and saw that it would be done in 20 minutes. While that was cooking, you got a cutting board and placed the fatty tuna on you.

 You grabbed a knife and started chopping the tuna into somewhat thin slices. When you were done with that, you went to the fridge again and got green onions. Once you got the green onions, you rinsed them under cold water. After the quick rinse, you put aside the chopped tuna and place the green onions on the cutting board. As you were about to cut the green onions, you heard the front door open. ‘Shit’ it could only be one person. You looked up towards the front door to see your roommate walk in and take off his shoes while holding a gym bag on one shoulder. 

“Is that fatty tune?” you looked at him and saw that he was eyeing the hell out of the food you made. “Yeah? Do you want some? I think I made too much so you can help yourself.” You didn’t know how to act right now. You thought he would still be bothered by what happened yesterday, but he actually wasn’t. Maybe that was a good thing?

You waited for him to answer your question, but after a while he shook his head. All you said was okay while he walked off to his room it seemed. But while he was walking to his room, you can see him eyeing the fatty tuna. You looked back at the green onions, continuing to cut them. After cutting the green onions, you checked the rice cooker to see if the roce was almost done cooking. It only needed 3 more minutes left which was perfect. While the rice was on its last 3 minutes, you thought back to your roommate. 

You could tell he really wanted some and you felt bad that he said no. You walked your way towards his room. You saw that the door was halfway opened, but when you tried to look inside, he wasn’t there. You knocked a few times before stepping to the side waiting for him to open the door. After about a minute of waiting, you heard his door swing open. 

“Hey, are you sure you want any food? It looked like you wanted some.” He looked like he was about to say no again, but he stopped himself. “Yes, I would really want some!” You were surprised by his answer in a way. ‘Did he really want some that bad?’

All you said was okay and left to go check on the rice, which was probably done by now. When  you checked on it, the time was at 0. You got two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks. You set them up on the island table and put rice in them before putting a good amount of fatty tuna on top of the rice. Once you had set everything up, you heard him walking down the hallway. Before he got to the kitchen, you sat down on one of the stools that was there. The other stool was on the other side of the table which was, of course, his stool. 

When he walked in, he looked at the food with awe. He didn’t take one second before sitting down and saying thank you for the food. You did the same and started eating. After a few bites in, you noticed that he was almost done already. You glanced at the bowl of the leftover fatty tuna just sitting there. You looked at him and swallowed the food that was in your mouth.

“By the way, there’s some more tuna right there if you want some,” His head went up and looked at where you were pointing at. He nodded and picked up another good amount of tuna and placed it in his bowl. By this point you were already done with the food and you wanted to get to know him a bit. It’s been two days now and you still didn’t even know his name. 

“I know this seems rude, but what's your name? I know we’ve only been living with each other for 2 days now. I just thought I would already know your name the first time we met.” He looked up at you and swallowed his food. “Oh, no worries! I don’t know your name either. My name is Miya Atsumu. Yours?” He took another bite of his food. He was an easy person to talk to surprisingly. You thought he would still be awkward about the whole food thing still. 

“L/n Y/n…I’m guessing you’re a volleyball player?” Atsumu shot up hearing the word volleyball come out of your mouth. “Why? Do ya play volleyball? If so, yeah I do.” you felt bad that you made him think that you played volleyball. You shook your head no. You got up going to the top cabinets to get two glasses to get water. When you were done putting water in the cups, you sat back down and handed him one. 

“No, I just saw that there was a lot of volleyball stuff in your room. I didn’t mean to look in your room though, sorry.” He took the cup and chugged it. When he was done, he placed it on the table. “Oh, well ya should play it. It’s a real fun sport.”

“Sorry, but I don’t do sports.” 

“Fair enough. Why did ya move here? Just ta live here or because of a job?”

“I actually go to the university that’s a few blocks away from here. It’s my first year so all of this is new to me in a way. And you?”

“I actually play for a team called MSBY Black Jackals. The center we practice at is a few blocks down from here. And because the apartment number was my jersey number as well.” You both laughed at the last reason why he moved there. After the laughter went down, you asked him one thing that was pretty obvious. 

“Is that why you’re never here in the mornings? Because you leave to practice?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it by now. I’ve been playing for years now so it’s a daily thing, ya know?”

“I would’ve guessed. My friend from high school actually played volleyball. He always talked about it and all. But one of those things was how early he would wake up.”

“What’s his name? I might know him.”

“Oh, you probably don’t. Maybe you’ll see him around here.” you didn’t really want to tell him about Oikawa. But, maybe in the future you’ll tell him.

“Hmm, okay…Are ya gonna use the shower? I haven’t showered and I’ve been practicin’ all day and-”

“Oh, it’s fine! I’ll just go after you.” he nodded at you before standing up and walking to his room. While he was going to shower, you stood up from your chair to go put everything in the sink to wash. Right as you were about to place all the dishes in the sink, you heard that Atsumu came in. You turned around to see him looking at you.

“Thanks for the food. I don’t know if i told you that already.” he smiled at you while saying this. You smiled back and said, “You’re welcome.” when he heard you say that, he nodded and went to the bathroom it seemed. You turned around and continued what you were doing. As you turned on the sink and started washing the dishes, you started to think that maybe Atsumu wasn’t going to be a bad roommate. He seemed nice so far and he didn't seem to hold anything for too long. 

Maybe you two will become friends?

[thepeachyouhadtopick]

Hi! I thought the parts in your fic where Johnny and Ell were sneaking around and dating in secret was so cute. I noticed you take requests and I wanted to ask if you'd write a headcanon about them sneaking? I know you're past it in your fic now but I just feel hungry for more because it was so adorable LOL! TIA

i'm sorry this took me so long to publish! i just wanted to be sure it was right before i posted it i hope it's ok!!

johnny and ell dating in secret headcanon

blowing kisses to each other across the set when nobody’s looking

texting each other dirty messages during work or in the van

hugging each other for just a moment longer in the morning and at night

and like before they dated it would just be a friendly arms thrown round each other, a pat on the back or whatever

but now they’re dating Ell hugs him with her arms around his waist and Johnny with his arms like under her armpits idk I hope that makes sense?? just so they can hold each other extra close

and honestly it amazes them that nobody notices that they hug tighter and for longer

notes under the motel doors even though they can text each other

and they both keep each note obviously but neither of them tell the other that they’ve been keeping them

holding hands under the table at dinner whenever they get the chance

and accidentally falling asleep on each other in the van

but sometimes not even falling asleep just allowing themselves to enjoy the contact for a minute

steve-o and stephanie always giving them the heads up in case anyone is about to catch them being all mushy together

but at the same time also making steve and steph wanna puke with how sickly sweet they are during the time they actually get to spend together

sharing food on set omg

like if Johnny’s eating a nice snack he offers Ell some just so they can have another interaction (i feel like he would’ve done this before he knew she liked him too???)

yanking each other behind a wall or a van just to steal a kiss

and giggling about it

his lil nervous hands whenever they talked on set normally (ofc he was like this before they got together too because she made him flustered without even trying)

like in the first few weeks he would just stumble over his words n be extra considerate of everything he said and did

Ell would wanna make sure she looked good for him at first, but not like she made too much effort

she would just consider her outfits a little more each morning

and maybe remember to wash her hair a little more often

eventually she realises that PJ couldn’t give a fuck how she dressed because he was down so bad for her

Rick or Dimitry or someone else took a casual / off-guard behind-the-scenes photo of them together just hanging out or waiting around to shoot and they’re desperate to see it because it’s their first couple picture together

like they’re literally just stood next to each other but they need to see it

if they were all out at a bar and everyone was drunk Johnny would take the opportunity to leave lingering touches on the small of Ell’s back as they walked through the crowded room because everyone was less likely to notice

and he would always offer to get her a drink from the bar

or a snack from the shop if they stopped somewhere during travelling

OH and if he injured himself during a stunt every so often he’d ask if Ell had any more bandages in her bag (the ones she usually brought along for Steve-O) just so he could enjoy the feeling of Ell taking care of him and they could share a quiet moment together, holding their gazes and smiling as Ell cleaned him up so carefully even though there was a medic on site

quiet and slow make out sessions when Ell got to sneak into Johnny’s motel room

lottttttts of touching because they’ve both spent an entire day entirely touch-starved for each other

the thrill of getting caught encouraging them a little too much

Johnny gently playing with Ell’s clit and/or fingering her with his free hand covering her mouth to muffle any sounds she might make

both of them giggling at the sound of Ell’s muffled whines

similarly Johnny would totally be biting down on his hand so he didn’t moan when Ell gave him head

Johnny would always be wearing his Aviators so he could just stare at Ell without anyone noticing

he’d get a little jealous of the other guys flirting with Ell but he trusted her and he knew that they wouldn’t do it if they knew about their relationship

tbh he loved seeing her get along with the other guys so well and acting dumb with them all

occasionally a pet name will slip through like ‘doll’ or ‘sweetheart’/‘sweetie’ and Johnny just tries to style it out which Ell finds very cute

when he’s alone in his hotel room every so often secretly he’ll listen to Ell’s music or watch her music videos or read interviews with her on his laptop just bc he misses her face or her voice and wants to know more about her even though she’s literally in the room next door

like he’s secretly a massive fan of her music ever since they first met

they’re always talking about music in general or their favourite movies or books

like it’s clear to everyone that they have a lot of common interests but nobody really thinks anything of it because they both let the others join in their conversations too

it PAINS them both to be sneaking around because they both just wanna show off how they feel about each other

so it’s actually a blessing in disguise when they finally get caught out by everyone

honestly it amazes them both that nobody clocked anything before steve-o accidentally let it slip

and ofc they are so happy that everyone approves of them

link to the fic if any of you haven't read it before!

[neurotheascars]

Re: the post about bullying people on misspellings and reading comprehension and such.

no real, I’m the person people talk about when they say dyslexia

(I have all the other ones too, dysgraphia, dyscalclia, dyspraxia too)

And so my reading comprehension and also spelling is kinda trash, not in a bad faith way but in a “I genuinely completely missed like a whole paragraph” way.

which just sucks, I’m still extremely new to the whole “writing” thing.

genuinely if you saw something from a couple years ago vs now you’d be flabbergasted at how much we’ve improved.

but I always thought it was extremely rude to bully and or be mean about people who don’t understand or read things right or write things right.

you just genuinely do not know who they are and why they do it, whenever I try to correct someone I say it kindly and give constructive feedback.

Like genuinely it’s not hard to be kind, some people are still learning, sometimes it’s someone’s second language, sometimes they use speech to text and text to speech.

it’s just such a deeply ingrained belief that anyone who misspells or misspeaks or misunderstands is dumb or stupid.

I can’t even count on my fingers how many times I’ve misheard, worded something trash, or misunderstood or misinterpreted something.

but that’s just how I am and I can’t change it, but I can change my reaction and outcome and make friendships even after fucking up.

it’s just a sad feeling that even if you have the best intentions you still fail horribly, subtext and tone are hard to parse through, so much meaning and context gets a bit screwy when you write it down.

and sometimes life is filled with mistakes and failures and there’s nothing wrong with that, I can’t know everything and I probably never will.

I love the quote

“a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.”

because yeah, I’ll never be a master at English or talking or anything.

but I can be a jack of all trades, I can try to learn and be better.

more skills even though I’m not a master at any, helps so much.

We beat ourselves up and others for things we can’t control rather than lift ourselves and others up.

that’s just my thoughts on it, I just didn’t want to add it on the main post it’s pretty unrelated to the original lol.

-pop

You are so very nice to write all this pop. Sorry I take a bit to respond. The system has been super busy.

The "trouble" that I mentioned in the tags that I got into was when I said I unfollowed someone for being rude about reading comprehension and had a complete stranger come out of nowhere and correct me like I was talking about them when I wasn't and then when I said I wasn't and was frustrated that people apparently do this enough to assume unrelated call outs about it are vagues about them, they acted like I was "rude" and like...

I'm an alter that has slammed doors hard enough to crack walls. I've said such utterly fucked things. I am trying my hardest, my best, to be nice when I'm upset. I have come so far and it hurts. I use all my energy when I do it. Tumblr is almost like a kind of language thinking therapy for me. It's a good place to practice being as polite as I can, because it's safer to fail online as opposed to IRL, where backspace and walk away are not options.

To try as hard as I did and still be called rude is... Ugh. It's just awful. Especially when it was an otherwise cool blog that said that about me. They even said on their blog separately if another alter apologized on my behalf that they'd be friends with them and just avoid me.

And that's actually trauma for me! That kind of thing seriously destabilizes my system. I've had people literally abuse my system by manipulating us like that and talking about me, calling me an asshole like I can't hear. But I get that that's just a mistake too.

It's all mistakes!

I think the world would be a better place if more mistakes were seen as harmless.

Also I vibe with the jack of all trades bit. We definitely as a system feel that.

[soapoet]

Hi soapy🧼

You're easily one of my favorite readers here on tumblr, so thanks for what you do!

I wanted to ask if you could explain your "additional details" bit you sometimes have at the end of pile readings. I've been taking them as energy checks but maybe there's more insight you can share? Also how do you go about tapping into those details?

Thx! <3

Username checks out, always so sweet ♡♡♡ also, whenever I spot your @ in my notifs I smile because mielie is close to a word in my native language which translates to psyche/mind/heart and sweetpsyche/sweetmind/sweetheart is a cute concept to me ^^;; (also very fitting from my pov, thank you so much for your support and kind words!

Hiya ♡

You'd be correct, the additional details serve as energy checks, and provide any additional information about the energies I encountered with the reading itself that I couldn't quite put into words or couldn't contextualise further than just the mention of it. Typical for readings that a lot of different people may read tbh;;

Sometimes I jot a few things down before I begin writing, but typically I 'close' each pile by tapping into that group's energy one last time in case there is potentially any relevant information in regards to those of the collective who stumble upon my reading and pick said pile. Everything won't resonate with everyone, of course, but on the off chance that there is something that really confirms to someone that it really is for them should they need it I sometimes include it.

Especially considering the mind often defaults to doubt, and can easily begin a cycle of looking for signs and confirmation fervently, particularly as an attempt to deny something good may come because sometimes blessings sound suspicious or even worse than setbacks because we so easily fear false hope. And if I can help prevent that sort of cycle and really cup a person's face and tell them "yes, this is for you for realsies, and I need you to accept good things because you do deserve good things, so shush!" then I certainly will try.

Admittedly some details occasionally feel silly or too random, and I wonder if I should just skip it, but then I remember that @8hsaturn once wore little prince pyjamas whilst reading their pile and I had included 'the little prince' in the additional details for that pile despite finding it odd and out of place, and almost excluded it, so I try to not censor my intuition anymore even if I have doubts about some details because I still think about that incident because what the hell??

The process of actually tapping in to those energies works similarly to how I go about starting my readings (when I don't use any tools), except as a closer it's quicker and easier because I have already acquainted myself with the energy during the reading itself, so it's easier to connect back to it.

I simply quiet down and focus only on pure awareness for a while until I feel my perspective shift to an observer pov, before looking for any lingering information that might be helpful. I might write key words down in a notebook or record the process so I can just speak what I hear/feel/see/etc. so that I don't need to worry about forgetting something by the time I'm ready to type them out in the post :')

Hope that helps clear things up ♡ and sorry for the wall of text omg, you'd think after doing a 6 pile reading with 4 paragraphs each I'd stfu;;

[kuro4thegays]

hey baby its me. 4am and i just laid on my bed- just saw your notification. thanks for all of your responses (and the cute tag). i actually want to dm you, i've had that thought for a while. but hehe, you might not notice. you only allow people who you follow dm so.. 🫂 i mean it's fine, dw, i hope today's sleep will be better. i can relate to you on the personal level so, i get what you want to say. normally im too insecure and scared that i will become a burden, so i rarely share anything whenever someone new comes into my life. i keep posting on my wall like talking to myself and saving the ideas or memories for my own liking. they also rarely check because yes we all have own lives to care for. but whenever someone goes through all the shit i post they will text me like "dude you're funny and talkative and negatively calm" 👾 mhm, yeh i dont usually come to anyone when i have problems with mentality or panic attacks. you made me feel safe, cared and appreciated. i hate it the most when i try to connect but they just ignore my words, like i don't weight anything. well so.. i go away from them. too many times that now im used to losing "friends". idk, im kind of scared i might lose you if i text you instead of sending in 1 ask a day anonymously. anyway, thanks for all the words you wrote for me to resonate with my feeling. love you. wish you a good day and night 🐰

Sorry, my fault. I fixed the dm issue. You don't have to if you're uncomfortable, but the option is there if you ever want to chat privately.

I've lost so many friends at this point that I don't really expect anyone to stay tbh. I'm always just waiting for the day I'll say something that will be too weird for them and that they'll leave. I guess that I learned to be self reliant at least.

Forgot to mention, but I have good news for you. I've got the whole plot for the Aventurine fic planned out. About 7 chapters, started writing the first one yesterday.

[11riize]

hi there ^^ i just saw ur post and i say you make the jeonghyeon pt2 BOTH smut and fluff, can never go wrong with that.

Masterlist!! Part 1

Thank you !! It’s a good idea! I’m still new to writing so i apologize for any errors! Also any feedback is good, I really need it!

Lee jeonghyeon- smut pt2

Okay!! So with this I kind of wanted to do a twist so I hope you like it! Also, please feel free to send ask or text me!

Warning ⚠️ unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that), drunk sex (leejeong), rough sex, size kink??, BigCock!jeonghyeon, roommate!jeonghyeon, party refrence, drinking, the shower together, he ask reader for a blowjob, belly bulge,kissing,cock warming? Lmk if I missed any!!

2 weeks.

That's how long it's been since you hooked up with your roommate. 2 weeks. After you both woke up the next morning you both decided to act like nothing happened but it wasn't going as planned.

You two went from being so awkward to always with one another. You guys haven't been physical at all but.. you have started being romantically involved with each other. Always asking if the other is okay, feeding each other, waiting on the other to have a meal, calling periodically throughout the day just to here each other's voice, not being able to sleep without the others presence. Couple things.

You just have woken up from a nap in his room when you notice he's no longer in bed with you so you decide to go find him. You leave his room and spot him sitting on the couch watching the weather channel on tv. He has on a black hoodie paired with baggy jeans and a jean jacket with his iconic jewelry. Hot. "Jeongie." You call out still sleepy. He looks at you, handsome like always.

"Are you leaving now?" You ask. "Yeah. I'm gonna go to the mall with the boys then we'll hit a party later. Sorry love bug" he says with a small smile

"okay" you respond, sitting on his lap and snuggling into him. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head, smelling your strawberry shampoo. "You're so cute" he says hugging you. You look up and kiss his cheek

"thank you. When will you be back?" You ask, "I'm not sure. But I'll try not to come too late." "Alright"

You both stand and he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your cheeks "bye princess" and with that he leaves.

What to do now? He's always been flirty but.. why are you suddenly getting butterflies and looking forward to his return whenever he leaves.. why are you now always craving his attention. Could you perhaps be.. crushing on him? Huh.

Around 11pm jeonghyeon walks through the door and smells like alcohol. Lord why this. He gives you a tight hug and kisses you on the lips. You can taste to tequila on his lips and you know he's definitely drunk. You gently push him away and ask

"how much did you drink?" A little worried. "I don't know.. a lot haha" he chuckled "lets shower together" and before you can stop him he starts pulling you to the bathroom and takes off his tops.

You follow suit shortly after and he turns the warm water on and pulls you inside.

Water dripping down from his hair, down his neck, collar bones,toned chest, then his abs. He looks beautiful like this. Too good to be true. "You stare a lot.." he says looking at you with a smirk. "Sorry" you say and turn around. While washing your self you feel jeonghyeon back hug you, so you look up at him. He's Already staring into your eyes so you get a bit flustered from surprise, looking away. You turn around and press your head against his chest and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. His chin resting gently on your head.

Silence. That's all. After a while you both exit the shower and go to your room.

Softly wrapped in his shirt your facing the wall while he back hugs you. “Hey y/niee..” you hear him slur out “go to sleep.” “I don’t want to. I can’t” gosh. What the hell.. you sit up and turn to him “what do you want? How can I help?” His eyes flicker and he sits up meeting your gaze. “I mean” he starts, “you could suck me off..that could help.” He says smiling as if he didn’t just ask you to do something so sinful to him. “Your drunk” you say glaring at him. “I’m not… I’m just horny” he says grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him.

He grabs your jaw and kisses you then pause for a bit before crashing his lips on yours again. The two of you kissing hungrily and fighting for dominance over each other. His large hands find their way into your loose shirt you borrowed from him and he starts cupping and playing with your tits while simultaneously pinching your nippys. Soft moans fall from your lips pushing him to continue. You slightly grind on his bulge, feeling the pressure on your bundle of nerves. A few more of these and it has pushed him to insanity.

He flips you over and stares at the cute view in front of him. Hair messy, lips rosy and swollen, eyes hooded waiting for him to ruin you. Gosh this has been his favorite view since he first saw you like this. He leans down kissing you while raising the shirt up a bit. Perfect timing to wear no panties. His slender fingers find their way to your folds coating them with your juicy nectar before bringing his fingers to his lips tasting you, eyes never leaves yours. He pulls his underwear down finally releasing his big cock from imprisonment. He slides his puffy tip down your folds then pushes in your eager hole stuffing you with his length. You moan out at the stretch grabbing onto him while your eyes tear up from his size. Finally bottoming out he gives a few experimental thrust before he starts a pace for you. Were you expecting him to be gentle? I hope not. With each thrust he’s sliding out till his tip is at your entrance then slamming back in, completely balls deep. He loves seeing you like this, crying and chocking on moans. You can’t deny the fact that you love how rough he is with you. Fucking your tiny cunt with so much force you could break? Yes please. Jeonghyeon smiling at how small you look under himself. Hand pressing over the bulge in your belly from his big cock fucking you dumb.

His tip hitting your cervix with precision was sending you over the edge needing to cum. A bunch of incoherent words fall from your mouth before you moans turn into desperate whining and whimpers of his name. Both of you so close to the edge he starts fucking you all frantic and sloppy, that’s the final straw. You start cumming, walls spasming around his cock ultimately cutting him short and making him release his warm seed into you. He pulls out when you both calm down and as his cum starts dripping out he pushes it back into you with his cock(🫠) . He thinks about pulling out but decided not to. “Hey” he starts, checking if you asleep. “Hmm?” You hum back “can we just date at this point?” He bluntly asked. Could be the alcohol is what you thought but you slightly wanted that the most. “Whatever.. yeah”. He smiles at your words.You both end up passing out in each others embrace after.

Guess he didn’t get a bj but got something else :3 !!!

I’ll let you guys use you imagination for the rest of!!!

[meursaulty]

Another rant on why Azteca is so wack :/// :

It doesn't seem like there's much time between Azteca and Khrysalis, so what we do know is:

a) The Wizard gets hardly any break

b) They also get basically no (canon) support during said short break. (granted, KI would never give us a quest called Wizard Therapy or something like that. Defeat and collect 3 of your demons 😩 Wizard Therapy is definitely more for fanon lol)

c) Azteca is probably the most traumatizing thing that's happened to them, but this is out of like 87 also terrible things

Last Azteca Dialogue - All Ambrose tells them is to get ready to fight, again

First Khrysalis Dialogue - Key point: "It is long past time." True I guess, but a bit insensitive? "Are you done wallowing yet, Wizard??" Apparently no contact between AZ/KR as well

And we agree that living through Azteca definitely would mess someone up for a while???? So the Wizard is really out here raw dogging their grief and survivor's guilt with no word from the person that sent them there in the first place 😭 (I suppose Cyrus Drake also had a bit of a hand in it too? I should see what I can do to fill in the blanks between AZ/KR...)

I cannot imagine how isolating that must be (since hte wizard is literally in a class of their own compared to their peers), especially since in canon, the next time you get to assemble a little gang is halfway through Khrysalis, and even they don't stick around for long.

Honestly, this is even worse if you're like me and did all of the side quests there before finishing the world... all of those dinosaurs and birds you did those insanely tedious tasks for out of kindness/completionism are dead so it didn't even matter in the end... (and I guess side quests canonically count as delays that let Morganthe complete her world-ending spell... no rewards for kindness ig 🙄)

So, I guess some questions I'm thinking about are: When does what happened truly hit the wizard? How does this reaction change (if it does) as time goes by? (maybe more anger at ambrose at the beginning, but perhaps if shifts to guilt and regret later? Regret for failing in Azteca, or more broadly, being brought to the spiral 😳? Failing at their one job?) How does this impact their actions in later worlds/do they do anything to prevent Azteca 2.0? I HC being much more thorough, reluctant to do quickly thrown together plans, putting themself in danger to ensure the safety of others... didn't TW fall for Malistaire the Undying Decoy? And what's one wizard compared to a whole world anyway.... Lastly, how does responsibility (personal, as described above, and more public) play a role in this? We know from Zafaria and Polaris (or whenevr Mellori goes to Ravenwood) that the Ravenwood population absolutely loves TW, but how much do they know...? To what degree is TW a sort of public figure? #WizardGate....

Tbh this is extra juicy if you're a death main... malistaire, morganthe, and massive failure in azteca... if this game was more nuanced/not for literal children the wizard would definitely not be as widely adored 💀

Anyway all this poor wizard does is give and give 😭

(this *isolated* taylor swift lyric but like... unironically 🥴)

[milflewis]

hey i was wondering if you could do a blog rec list maybe? no pressure though! you just have good taste in drivers and shows and stuff imo and seem to know a lot of cool people here!

ah ofc! not really sure how to do these tho so sorry if it’s shit lol or if i forget anyone!

writer blogs

@hungerpunch valewis. dantteri. valtteri blog. lo’s writing has literally made me sit and stare at a wall before. @husbono sewis. smick. posts seb, lewis, mick, alex etc. i live for whatever genius edit idea natasha will bless us with next. @vettelsbitch maxiel. sewis. seb blog. every other month c comes into the gc like. guys. i had this idea for a fic and now i’ve slipped and accidentally written 10k. pls help. and it’s always the best thing ever. @rosyjuly smick. sewis. posts seb, lewis and mick. whenever i see that rosy has answered some fic prompt or smth and there’s a little readmore under the cut! pure delight i’m telling you. @thelittlebirdthatkeptsomanywarm sewis and slagclaren (will forever be grateful to a for writing a fic based on one of The lewis/jenson commercials). @traincoded also has written a slagclaren fic that filled the void of Another batshit insane commercial. @lewishamil10n valewis and sewis writer. always has the Correct Takes. @effervescentdragon sewis. brocedes. sebchal. charlos. pretty much whatever is poking at akira’s brain at that moment is what she is writing. @azzy421 mainly sewis. the writer of the lucky thirteen au! @trailsofpaper also mainly sewis. the writer of The sewis Knight au. @tinytauris and @yukierres are both doing god’s work filling the yukierre ao3 tag. @collarboen sewis and is also a miles/lewis truther! every single one of these writers have knocked me the fuck out with their writing. just saying.

artist blogs

@andreagrimes writer. also a valtteri blog and v v funny. their style of drawing is one of my fav. @russilton writer. george/lewis blog. mark also bullies kyle on main so like. follow him even just for that lol. @ilikecarsandlike4people and @storm3326 they both do v different kinds of doodles and art styles and i love them both

gifmakers

@ferrawri this is fran. if i loved her less i could talk about it more. posts daniel, lewis and motogp. mostly fabio and marc. @userhamilton posts seb, lewis, mick and lance mainly. has only one wrong opinion but that’s about the sebstache and i’ve given up trying to get ppl to see that light on that. @mickschumachergf posts v cool gifs of lewis and seb and mick etc. and is into fe! (also v funny and sometimes does these cool gif sets with subtitles or smth different and funky with them and they’re fantastic everytime). @formulaonedirection posts mainly lewis and lando. (her tags? genius and comical). @eliotheeangelis posts old f1. a godsend truly

editors/graphic makers

@queerbenched the funkiest graphics. @brawn-gp v v cool edits. @ivettel the most insane gif-editor i know. like half the time i’m like literally HOW are you doing this. fairly sure pure magic (and sooo much skill) is the answer. and writer and seb main. @yukierree v cool and colourful graphics and edits.

lewis blogs

@teamroscoes and @l8tof1 are The lewis blogs. @localoptimist and @lewishcmilton are v funny and have the best takes on things. @4405x sewis main. @sweetaswithscottymac also into fe! @vvettell also posts about seb and alex and fe! (also v funny and nice and i love seeing her takes on stuff)

seb blogs

@wdcseb also a writer! of the sebchal agenda. @unhinged-vettel v funny and really cool edits. @seblicha also v funny and chill

mick blogs

@princemick if you follow me you should definitely follow kyle lmao. at least just for context. they also make cool gifs and graphics too ig. @acrosstobear The Mick Blog . @mickbetsch the coolest gif-edits fr.

yuki blogs

@tsuchansworld and @tsu22 are both yuki blogs and are always correct. @lewki The yuki and lewis blog.

valtteri blogs

@eleyhsa and @garnetaldebaran are The valtteri blogs.

alex blogs

@raceweek her text posts never fail to make me laugh. @alxalb the funniest tags.

fe blogs

@sweetaswithscottymac also posts about lewis and indycar. @mickstart also has the Best michael schumacher takes and just takes in general. @andrelottering also a writer and i think into indycar too? (pls i’m so sorry if i’m wrong)

[erodasfishtacos]

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Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

-

YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

-

Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

-

Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

-

[mandu-17]

In your eyes | Cho Miyeon x reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Can you do an imagine with miyeon where reader and her are close friends and reader notices that miyeon keeps looking at her differently so reader helps miyeon by share their first kiss???? Sorry I couldn’t explain it properly!

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: ~ 1,011

A/N: happy new year everyone, here's a little something for you all!! i took a small break from tumblr since i've had quite a lot going on in my life. now i'm trying to slowly get back into writing, but i probably won't be able to post once a week like i used to. thank you to those who continue to stick around, you guys have a very special place in my heart 🤍

It was long past midnight when you walked into an almost empty company building. Thankfully some lights were still on which helped you find the right way quickly. The reason for the sudden arrival in such unusual for you place, was already impatiently waiting for you.

Miyeon beamed the second your head popped in the door. Leaving everything behind, she excitedly got up to greet you. With a smile of your own, you hugged her tightly, letting yourself remind how much you missed her. Unfortunately, despite being close friends, Miyeon and you couldn’t meet often. As an idol, her schedule was always tightly packed. Although, you’ve always admired her passion to stay in touch with you and text you every few hours.

“Please tell me you didn’t get matcha again.” Her sweet voice hit your ear, while addressing the bag of beverages you brought.

“No, I remember your favorite by now.” You chuckled in response, slowly unwrapping your arms from Miyeon’s small waist.

She guided you to the seats and glanced at you curiously in a way showing that she was waiting for her drink.

“Milk tea for the coolest idol ever and a green tea for well… me.”

Miyeon bursted laughing at your words, but happily accepted the cup filled with her favorite tea.

“You’re the coolest person ever, though.”

You rolled your eyes at her answer, trying to ignore the way your face suddenly felt hot or how she kept smiling at you.

The thing with Miyeon was that you knew her for some time now and technically you should have already gotten used to her beauty, yet still whenever you faced her, your breath hitched a little. Although, you were aware of it, you never felt the need to label your feelings for her.

Yes, she was gorgeous and yes, she was an amazing friend. The one who knows you inside out.

Everything with Miyeon came naturally. Like the two of you were destined to meet and bond. Which always made you feel calm about your relationship. Even if you liked her more than a friend, you had a hunch that she might have liked you as well.

Actually, it was all in her eyes.

You could read her like your favorite book, which she kind of was at this point.

“I’m so exhausted, Y/N.” Brown haired rested her head on your shoulder, closing her eyes with a sigh.

The clock on the wall said that about an hour passed since you appeared in the studio. The two of you never stopped talking, eagerly wanting to catch up with another’s life.

You wrapped an arm around Miyeon’s shoulders and rested your head on top of hers, wishing she could get some rest. Gently, your fingers traced the soft fabric of her shirt. Although, your actions remained calm, on the inside you were uneasy. You couldn’t get out of your mind the way she kept looking at you earlier. Now, you finally had a chance to analyze how often she’d glance at your lips or not miss any chance to initiate physical touch.

All of the sudden, it felt like too much.

You knew Miyeon liked you. You had her figured out by now.

“Let’s go for a walk.” You said after a moment of comfortable silence, almost ready to get up and leave right away.

“Huh? Why so suddenly?” Miyeon stared at you confused, while rubbing her eyes.

“The weather is nice.” You responded simply, picking up empty cups and putting a jacket on.

“Oh, really?” There was only a little bit of teasing in her voice. She was by your side next second helping you with the cleaning.

Like an obeyed puppy Miyeon would follow you everywhere, she couldn't say no to you.

“You’ll like it.” You promised with a small nod.

With a huff, an eye roll and half of a smile, Miyeon also put more clothes on, letting you take the lead. Considering how it was middle of the night, the streets were empty and everything around was even more beautiful. Actually, it always was with Miyeon by your side. Somehow she managed to shine the brightest making all neon lights blend in the background.

You watch with a smile how she takes a big breath of fresh air, her shoulders relaxing a little. Judging by the corners of her lips slightly tugged up, Miyeon needed this. A small getaway from complicated reality.

“The weather is nice, indeed.” She says quietly, keeping up with your steady pace.

“Told you.” With a coy grin, you look at her, replying in the same low tone.

Your eyes meet again and you gulp.

There was something in them that made you feel warm. At peace, even. She looked at you, as if you put the stars on the sky, high above you. It was overwhelming and amazing at the same time.

“Miyeon.” You said, feeling as in trance.

Nothing else seemed to matter to you in that moment. City lights framing her face took every inch of your attention. She tilted her head and both of you stopped walking, deep into a park nearby. One of her eyebrows lifted slightly in anticipation.

It was right there and then.

You closed the distance to meet her in a quick, but meaningful kiss. The feeling of your lips brushing against each other awakening all butterflies in your insides. Before you could even pull away, Miyeon was already smiling from ear to ear.

She was waiting for it the whole time. Waiting for you to make the first move. But something deep inside you knew that as well.

“You’ve been doing this all along, haven’t you?” Teasingly you grin at her, while gently pulling her closer by the neck.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N.” One look into her eyes gave you all the answers in the world.

It was probably the hundredth time she said your name, although this time felt different. Way more special and intimate.

Almost as special as the bond between Miyeon and you.

[comfortbucky]

Hey! If requests are still open I was wondering if I could request a fluffy fic where reader is having a bad day and Bucky notices and cheers them up? 💗💗

HELL YEAH!!!

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pairing: bodyguard!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack

tags: grumpy!bucky, bodyguard!bucky, fluffy bucky!!!

A/N: okay i have never written bodyguard!bucky before but i just thought it would be such a sweet concept to see him being soft🥺

sorry if the ending is kind of bad😭 i didn’t know how to quite wrap it all up, but i hope u enjoy!!!!!!!! <3 i had so much fun writing about bodyguard!bucky!!!!!

word count: 2.9k

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Y/N groaned as her phone alarm went off and hit snooze for the fifth time. She reached her hand out, head facing away and resting on her pillow, fumbling for her phone to turn off the incessant sound. Before she could shut it off, the noise stopped. Y/N turned her head slightly to see a large, dark figure in the corner of her eye. She turned her head fully to see her bodyguard with a frown on his face as he shut her alarm off.

“Your alarm, it’s annoying,” Bucky grumbled. “You should get up anyways, busy schedule today.” He walked out of the room before she could respond. Super soldier hearing was no joke if he was able to hear her alarm from his bedroom down the hall. Y/N sighed as her face planted into the pillow.

She was not looking forward to the events planned out for the day. During the day, there was a slew of interviews she had, back to back, and at night, a gala she was being forced to attend by her father.

Being the daughter of a wealthy tech tycoon had its perks for sure, but Y/N did not consider all of the press she did as a part of them. She never liked being in the spotlight but was forced to be, a birthright she had. Growing up with her dad, she’d developed a fascination for tinkering with computers, game consoles, and everything in-between. She spent a lot, practically all of her free time, with her dad when her mom had passed away. Her dad ended up throwing himself into his life’s work and she worked with him closely in the beginning, but slowly started to drift apart from him as she started to make a name for herself.

Earlier that week, her dad had sent her a text, informing her that a big announcement would be made at the gala. Big parties and large crowds weren’t really her thing, but it seemed like she didn’t have the option to avoid this one.

She got ready for the day, walking down to her kitchen to see her bodyguard, Bucky, sitting at the table, reading a book. As soon as he heard her come down the steps, he stood up and put his book away.

“C’mon, we’re already running late,” he mumbled, making his way to the door. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, grabbing a granola bar as she briskly followed behind him.

When her dad became a big name in the world of tech, the last thing Y/N thought she needed was a bodyguard, but her dad felt otherwise. It took one, very close call, of her almost getting mugged for her dad to immediately assign a personal bodyguard for her. She insisted that it was unnecessary, seeing that she was a fully grown adult, but her dad refused, as he was the one paying for Bucky’s salary.

Bucky had always been rather closed off since the beginning, and not much had changed since he was first assigned to her a little over a year ago. He kept their relationship very professional, only speaking when necessary and leaving the room whenever he wasn’t needed. She had tried to get him to open up more, learn about his past, but he always shut her questions down by either ignoring her or changing the topic to discussing something work-related. He was an enigma to her, which only left her wanting to solve the mystery that was James Bucky Barnes but couldn’t seem to crack the code.

Her first two interviews went smoothly, exactly what she was used to. A couple of questions about her current projects at work, some about her dad sprinkled in, and what she had planned for the future. It was a format she was used to and had come to appreciate, not exactly enjoying being the center of attention. During her last interview, however, she was caught off guard by one of the last questions she was asked.

“I know this might be an awkward question to ask, but I just have to! The people want to know: do you think your dad’s ever going to return to the dating pool?”

Y/N choked on her saliva. She knew her dad was an attractive man, seeing posts on social media of people fawning over him. Although she found it to be very weird and uncomfortable, she just brushed it all aside, not wanting to think about it as it only led to her thinking about the loss of her mom, a sore spot for her.

Y/N cleared her throat and forced out a chuckle. “I think that’s a question only he can answer, I don’t always know what’s going on in that crazy head of his.”

The interviewer laughed and proceeded to transition into the next segment. Y/N quickly thanked the interviewer and left, Bucky swiftly following behind. He had a feeling that something was off, as Y/N would typically stay behind to chat with the interviewer, crew members, even the service staff, whenever she finished an interview. It was always something he admired about her, how down to earth she remained, despite all of the privileges she had. She went out of her way to thank everyone on set, no matter how small their role might seem. He always told the drivers to pull the car up a little later than originally planned, just so she would have the extra time to talk.

Y/N pushed the doors open, only to find an empty street. She turned around and gave Bucky a curious look.

“Sorry, the driver just texted me,” he said, as he sent a text to the driver, telling him to come now. “He’s running late.”

Y/N nodded and leaned against the wall, looking down to fiddle with her hands. Bucky leaned against the opposite wall, facing her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You okay?”

Y/N looked up at Bucky to find a gentle look in his eyes, slightly taken aback at the sight. She always found herself drawn to his piercing blue eyes, but they usually had a colder glint to them. This was a look she’d never seen before.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied, averting her gaze down as she felt her cheeks flush at the sight of Bucky’s soft gaze.

The car arrived, cutting off Bucky’s train of thought as he was thinking of what to say to her. For a moment he debated on continuing the conversation in the car but figured she already had a long night ahead of her and didn’t want to push any further.

After a quick pit stop back to Y/N’s place, allowing her to change into an evening gown, the car headed to the venue of the gala. Bucky got out of the car before her, walking around to the other side to open her door. Before she stepped out, Y/N took a deep breath in and exhaled, plastering a fake smile on her face as a surge of flashing lights from cameras greeted her. Bucky watched, seeing her seamlessly transform from Y/N, the girl who needed to set a million alarms before actually waking up, to Y/N, tech extraordinaire, one of the most powerful people in the tech world.

Once they were inside the venue, Bucky stuck to his usual routine. Scope out the exits, look for any potential threats, and make sure Y/N was in his eyesight. Bucky kept close by but also kept his distance. He wanted to make sure that he gave her enough space whenever they were out, knowing that having him around was her dad’s idea and that she wasn’t too fond of having security detail in the first place. So he did everything he could to make himself blend in with the crowd, allowing her to roam freely, only following her when she moved out of his line of vision.

Y/N walked around, not knowing a single soul but making polite small talk with the rest of the guests. She became accustomed to knowing how to act at these types of events over the span of her adult life. Food, drinks, more food, home. Crowds made her uneasy, but she always felt calmer when she saw Bucky in her peripheral vision. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but over the last year, he had become a constant source of relief at these public events. Just knowing that he was there if she felt uncomfortable, unsafe, or wanted to leave early made her public outings much more bearable.

“Hey, sweetie! I’m so glad you made it.” Y/N turned around at the sound of her dad’s voice and smiled, moving in to hug him.

“Yeah well, you said you had a big announcement, so I figured I’d stop by,” she joked, eliciting a chuckle from her dad as they pulled away from each other.

“I’m about to make it now,” he started, placing his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “And I was wondering if you could join me on stage for it? I know that’s not your thing, but it would mean so much to me, Y/N.”

While she absolutely hated the idea of having to stand in front of thousands of people, she reluctantly nodded. Y/N and her dad had slowly grown apart the past several years, only talking a couple times a month to catch up. With both of their busy schedules, they always seemed to miss each other. Despite their growing apart, she would do anything for her dad, especially if it meant so much to him.

Bucky slowly followed behind, as Y/N and her dad walked up to the stage. Y/N glanced behind her to give a slight smile to Bucky, to which he nodded back. He stood backstage, watching them from behind the curtains.

“Hi everyone, thanks so much for coming out tonight,” Y/N’s dad spoke into the mic. She was standing beside him, hands clasped in front of her, trying to look calm and not totally anxious.

“Since the success of my brand, people have said that I am a man who has everything. And I definitely have a lot to be thankful for, my company, my friends, and most importantly, my daughter.” Her dad extended a hand out to point to Y/N and the crowd cheered. Bucky couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. Despite his brooding attitude, he had come to grow fond of Y/N, being able to see her for who she truly was. She was smart, witty, and had a heart of gold.

“The only thing I’ve been missing,” her dad looks down at the ground for a second, before looking back out at the crowd. “Is someone to share it all with.” Y/N’s smile faltered and felt her stomach drop. She couldn’t fully register the words coming out of her dad’s mouth.

“After Sarah, my wife had passed, I didn’t think I would be able to love again. Until I met Alyssa.” Y/N was frozen in place upon hearing her dad’s confession. She’d never heard of anyone named Alyssa during any of their catch-up calls and now he was saying he loved her? Y/N quickly turned as a woman walked out on stage. The woman walked over to her dad and he wrapped one of his arms around her waist before speaking.

“Now I feel complete, now I have everything.” He pulled Y/N to him and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, smiling for the cameras ahead. There were a lot of strategies Y/N had devised over the years to deal with potential unexpected and uncomfortable situations in a composed manner to avoid having a PR nightmare.

She didn’t have one for this.

Tearing herself from her dad’s hold, she ran off stage, heading towards the exit that led to the outside. Y/N took in the fresh air, trying to stop her hyperventilating. It wasn’t working. Her chest felt tight as she began gasping for air, struggling to take in oxygen.

She was having a panic attack. It was nothing she hadn’t experienced before, but it had been so long since she’d had one. The last time she remembered, was at her mom’s funeral.

Her mom. Her dad. Alyssa.

Her thoughts were pushed aside as her vision blurred, her eyes swelling up with tears. Y/N felt like she had no control over her body and shut her eyes, allowing the panic to consume her.

Then, a firm, but gentle, warm feeling in her hands.

Y/N blinked her eyes open to reveal Bucky, standing in front of her. She looked down and saw that it was his hands in hers, holding them tight.

“Can you breathe for me, honey?”

His voice came out in a soft whisper, accompanied by the warmest and welcoming smile. She shook her head, unable to control her quick and rapid breaths. Bucky squeezed her hands a little tighter, rubbing his thumb in small circles on the back of her hand.

“Yes you can, just breathe with me, okay?”

He started to breathe in and out slowly and eventually, she was able to follow his lead, deciding to focus on his eyes. There was that look from before the ride to the gala, the gentle look in his eyes. She’d always felt that his blue eyes reminded her of stormy seas, but now, now they made her think of the calmness of the ocean in the early morning, waves crashing softly on the shores.

As she regained her composure, she realized she’d been staring into Bucky’s eyes for, probably, far too long. Bucky felt her tight grip on his hands loosen and reluctantly let go of her hands. He immediately missed the softness of her hands and how small they were in comparison to his much larger, calloused, hands.

“T- Thank you,” she stuttered out, her gaze locked on the ground, as she placed her hands to her sides.

“It’s no problem. I get them too,” he replied. She looked up at him as he clarified. “Panic attacks. PTSD from serving overseas.”

Y/N face drops, her stomach churning at the thought that Bucky had ever experienced panic like she had. She returned her gaze to the ground as a silence washed over them.

“He didn’t tell me about her,” she spoke in a quiet voice. “Never brought her up once. But I guess she must be pretty special for him to do all of this.”

Bucky stood a couple steps in front of her, seeing teardrops fall from her face. She lifted her head up to wipe away her tears, her hands shaking from anxiety. Y/N placed her hands on her face and started to sob.

She was slightly hurt by the idea of her dad loving any other woman than her mom but knew that he’d have to move on eventually. What hurt her the most was the fact that he didn’t tell her, not until they were on stage, standing before a crowd of people. It was too much for her to handle and she reached her breaking point.

Bucky’s heart dropped at the sight. He cautiously stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Something his PTSD had taught him was how pressure from a hug could help relax the nervous system and calm him down. He held her firmly in his arms until he felt her breathing slow. She looked up at him, remaining in his embrace, her eyes glassy from crying, nose red and sniffly. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat and immediately pushed the thought away.

“You wanna leave, honey?”

She nodded in response, staying in his arms for just a second longer before pulling away. Y/N longed for his warm touch, feeling like a child who had their security blanket taken away. It didn’t help that it was also cold outside, sending a chill down her spine.

Bucky noticed and shrugged his suit jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. She beamed a smile at him and he smiled back.

The pair walked around the outside of the venue to find the car when they ran into a mob of paparazzi, shouting questions at Y/N about her sudden exit. Like a reflex, she grabbed hold of Bucky’s hand and he gave her a comforting squeeze as he cleared a path towards the car.

Bucky and Y/N were sat next to each other in the car, which was not the typical seating arrangement they usually had, usually sitting on opposite ends of the car. But Y/N hadn’t let go of his hand, not quite ready to separate herself from his warmth. Bucky had absolutely no problem with that, mindlessly rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. She felt safe. She always felt safe with Bucky around.

Y/N felt her eyelids become heavy, struggling to keep them open. She was exhausted from her long day, and her panic attack had taken most of her energy away.

Bucky felt a weight on his shoulder and turned his head slightly to see Y/N’s head resting there. He felt a warmth rush to his cheeks and smiled, resting his head on top of hers.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. “You always make me feel so safe.”

Bucky felt a surge of tenderness rush through him. That was all he ever wanted to do. He wanted to keep her safe. He kissed her forehead, causing her to snuggle closer to him.

“Of course, honey. I’m here, always.”