#🐚 what’s the buzz

[seattlesellie]

Can you write an ellie fic where she's getting off to photos of reader and moaning readers name and reader walks in on her

million times yes <3 ☁️🤍🐚🌫️

warnings: mdni!, masturbation, ellie’s a little bit of a weirdo, ellie gets caught.

Oops ♡

For you, being Ellie’s roommate was... hard. Unwashed dishes, the occasional sight of her boxer briefs messily laying around on the living room floor (“They fell from the laundry basket” she told), old crumpled yellow papers on the fuzzy carpet, an unwashed ashtray and a shit-ton of disorganized cards and pins adorning every single corner of the apartment.

But for for Ellie, oh, for Ellie it was even harder.

She always had a soft spot for things she’d never get. Your empty shampoo bottles never bothered her, neither did your habit of constantly forgetting to blow out the vanilla scented candles you lit once in a while, even after she told you they could be a fire hazard every. single. time.

What bothered Ellie, weren’t your complains, and neither were the repeating sounds and buzzes of your alarm clock followed by exactly eight hits on the snooze button (she counts, the walls are pretty thin).

What bothered Ellie, is that you didn’t give a single fuck about her. Or at least, that’s what she had convinced herself of.

When you’d lounge pretty on the couch, nestled within a cozy woolen blanket, your fingers tirelessly swiping and swiping and swiping through every single dating app known to man, she’d watch you intently, and stare.

It wasn’t because she was judging you, god knows she had a tinder phase herself (Amanda was her last straw. she said Ellie talked about her roommate “too much”, that she “needed to figure that shit out”, and then added a huff and a sigh followed by a “fucking lesbians, man”)

It was because she didn’t fucking get it. Could you not see what’s right in front of you? you didn't seem to... grasp the obvious. Don’t get it wrong, Ellie was not overconfident, and neither was she cocky. She just… noticed. She was observant by nature, and she knew, she was convinced shed never heard you laugh the way you do with her, with anybody else in the world. When your best friends were over for a girls night— even then, she would hear muted laughter and the occasional screech (barely audible over the backdrop of "The Smiths" blaring through her headphones) but never, ever, did that breathy, real, borderline on wheezing sound escape your mouth when you were with them. It was idly saved for her.

She’d take her earphones out— because perhaps she’d missed it, maybe she was delusional, maybe you did laugh like that— and then, plug them back in when she was met with silence or the gentle symphony of peaceful snores, and return to the solace of her music. She’d hollow in deep slumber, and have incredibly bizarre dreams of her pretty roommate roaming and floating around the apartment only in her underwear— and for some reason, a horn on her head. Dreams were fucking weird, man.

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“The Truman Show” played on tv. Jim Carey just made a funny face, and Ellie shoved another slice of greasy, brooklyn pizza in her mouth. She chewed, loudly (you sighed) and wiped her lips on her shoulder.

“I’d literally lose it if I found out my life was a tv show” you remarked, your eyes shifting from the remaining pizza to the flickering television screen.

“Meh” Ellie shrugged.

“I’d lose it if it was a video game though. Imagine if like— someone controlled every single movement you made… scary, man”

She huffed, and threw the pizza crust on the table. It fell on the floor. These fucking ants would come again, you knew they would! you gave her a stern look.

“Sorry” she softly sighed, and bent down to pick the crust off the pavement. Her boxers poked through her sweats, you looked across the room, and then you looked again. God.

“Plug you on their PS5, and go… ham and stuff” you giggled.

“Wild shit…” she shrugged. “Wild shit”

Jim Carey’s character just met the deepest corner of its own little world.

Ellie’s eyes were glued to the screen, even though she’d seen that flick about a million times.

You scrolled through your phone mindlessly. You know she hated when you did that while watching something with her— but you did it anyways. Something about the way her eyebrows scrunched together when she peaked at the screen through the corner of her eye always made your heart flutter. She pouted, and you tried to hide the way your lips curled upwards into a small smile.

“Should I post this on insta?” you questioned, handing ellie your phone. She took it in her hands, and the brightness was so high her eyes twinkled.

She bit her bottom lip, and then her top one.

“You’re like… half naked in that” she huffed. She wasn’t wrong, the bikini was so so tiny and the salt water covering your body, making it practically glisten in the sun, didn’t help the sensual undertones of said picture.

“I know” you stated.

She looked at you, and then looked at the screen again. Don’t look too long, she thought to herself. She handed the phone back to you, and stared at the television. Great, she just missed the best part!

“Is that a no?” you quipped.

“That’s a… who are you posting that for?” she tried asking casually, and mask her jealousy with curiosity.

There must be someone. there just must. Perhaps it’s for that girl you talked to on Bumble… shit, maybe its for that blonde from work or the one with the long braids that waved to you for too long who Ellie had made her arch enemy. Or maybe it was for that fucking ex girl—

“Why would you think I’m posting it… for someone?”

Ellie sighed, and rolled her eyes.

“Cause you look good in it.”

She gulped, and moved a hair strand from her face. it itched, all of a sudden.

“Or like— you look naked or something.”

You rolled your eyes back, and yawned.

“Is that a no?” you questioned.

“No what?” she snickered.

“Is that a no i shouldn’t post?” you removed a microscopic piece of lint that landed on her hoodie, it made her shiver.

She let out a shaky breath, and toyed with the string that hung loose from her black nike socks.

“Why are you askin’ if you’re gonna post it anyways?”

You smirked. For some reason you couldn’t quite put your finger on, sometimes, conversations with her weren’t exactly easy.

“Who said i’ll post? I asked you because I needed your advice”

“Sure” she stated, and slid off the couch.

“Post it” she crossed her arms.

You nodded. post!

You already had one like. Oh, it’s that blonde girl from work. fire emoji, winky face emoji, red heart emoji. Nice!

“M’going to bed” she groaned, and shoved a tiny mushroom in her mouth.

“Ugh. gooey”

You looked up from your phone, and shut it off with a click.

“But you’ll miss the best part!” you pouted.

“Tired” she shrugged. Her face scrunched together. how is she so fucking adorable.

“M’kay… night!”

Ellie dragged her body across the dim lit living-room, and almost slipped on one of her socks.

“Mmmmight” she mumbled.

“Say it nicely!” you yelled across the room, it echoed.

“Good nightttt”

The door slammed shut. Ellie sat down on the bed, and stared at the wall. She cracked her knuckles, one by one, and threw her head back on the mattress, wrapped up by green flannel sheets. Her head landed on the pillow with a soft thud, and she took a long, deep breath. She wasn’t even tired, why did she lie?

That image just took over her brain again. She had only glimpsed it briefly, not truly absorbing its details, before reluctantly handing the device back to you. If she stared any longer— her cheeks would burn a bright pink.

The screen of her Android glowed in the darkness, so she grabbed it. Always on silent mode.

A message from Joel; “Got Maria to iron some of your clothes. remember Janet from across the street? She passed away last week, LOL (lots of love).”

Ellie scratched her eyes, chuckled, and took a screenshot. no fucking way.

A message from Dina; “can u send me some lives on candy crush?”

Followed by another one;

“send them right now or die”

So she scrolled some more.

Instagram; “dinawoodward, jessethekinggglol, courtneycameron and others liked this post!”

She tapped, and thats when her eyes popped out of her head. she suddenly felt parched. She looked around the room— that water-bottle she kept from two weeks ago after a trip to the local bodega must be around there somewhere.

It was not, so there you stood, almost half-naked, a playful smile gracing your lips, the sun-kissed sand partially covering your stomach, and the gentle touch of saltwater caressing your chest. A pair of brown sunglasses adorned your face, with the serene sea standing still in the background.

Ellie blinked once. And then once more, and then she zoomed in.

Her face twitched, and her breath hitched inside her throat. It felt as though her breath had been captured and confined, held hostage within her, struggling to find its release.

She double tapped, and began typing;

“If I could, I’d fuck the shit out of you”

She stared at her keyboard, and breathed deeply. What would happen if she, actually pressed send. Would you come barging inside her room and throw something at her? the green colored vase, maybe? or would you delete her comment, pretend it never happened and move on? perhaps you’d think she was just fucking around, and scold her for typing something like that where everyone could see. “You’re such a creep, el!” she could almost hear you say it. And she could almost feel the way your palm would slam right into her shoulder and nudge it her the side. It made her ears feel warm.

She zoomed in on your tits. Ellie’s face flushed a pretty, dusty pink.

Then, she zoomed in on your stomach, and her nipples perked up inside her hoodie. They grazed the material softly, and she let out a shaky breath.

When she zoomed in on your smile, she smirked at the screen. it made her feel warm and fuzzy and happy and she hated every minute of it. “Never gonna get it” echoed in her ears, a reminder of the "truth" tugged at her heart.

When she zoomed in on your covered cunt, she nearly went cross eyed. She could almost see the outline of your lips— or was she tripping?

Her cunt clenched around absolute nothingness inside her boxers. Was she… getting fucking wet over this?

She gulped, as waves of guilt washed over her. and then, she zoomed in on your tits again, and she felt so turned on she couldn’t even remember what the word guilt even meant.

She heard the echo of your giggle reverberating through the corridor, filling the space with a sound that made her stomach turn. the rhythm of your footsteps grew louder, gradually approaching your room situated just across from hers.

Perhaps you chuckled at something amusing one of your fucking bumble buddies had to say. She lightly bumped her forehead against the screen of her phone, her lips pressed together, forming a thin line.

Your door slammed shut, and a tune began.

“you’re so gorgeous… i cant say anything to your face, cause look at your face…”

How fucking ironic.

“Shut up alexa!” you groaned at the device, causing ellie to stifle a giggle, before she felt the pool flow down her boxers.

The apartment descended into a profound silence, save for the sound of Ellie’s labored breaths echoing in the stillness. she leaned in closer, scrutinizing the image on the screen, alternating between zooming in and zooming out, and crosser her legs together.

When the imagination of your bare tits popped up in her mind, your nipple poking through as you held them together on the screen, it ached inside of her.

Would it really be so wrong if she…?

There was no real harm in it, she thought. It was either this, or close her eyes and rub one off in the darkness, and even then— she had a nagging intuition that you would somehow find your way into her thoughts.

Woudl it really make her that much of a fucking pervert?

Ellie groaned, and brought her knees up to her stomach. Her phone was still in her hand, and that picture teased, and teased, and teased till she couldn’t handle it anymore.

Fuck it. if she did this, she was going to do it right. And she needed to see it close up— and not through her cracked fucking screen she wasn’t bothered fixing for two whole weeks now.

She opened the screen of her laptop, and when she sat on the black leather rolling chair, It felt fucking uncomfortable down there. It was sleek, and she could feel her cunt slide off on the fabric of her boxers.

“Fuuuuck me” she hissed under her breath.

www.instagram.com

Right click.

Your profile, right click. Her hand held a tremor.

You were the focal point, the star of the show, illuminating her old, black HP laptop. The screen, adorned with a thin layer of dust, caught her attention. She leaned in and blew gently, causing the particles to disperse and float away.

She swallowed hard, her throat constricting as she continued to gaze intently. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to steady herself, but the inhalation felt jagged and uneven.

She brought a veiny hand to graze the fabric of her grey colored sweats, just above her clothed cunt, and she felt so fucking relieved.

And it still wouldn’t stop fucking pulsing.

she stared at the bikini, and rubbed her finger up and down slowly, cupped her cunt forcefully, slapped it and whimpered.

“Goddamn” she huffed.

She began tracing big, deliberate circles, her touch slow and steady, causing the fabric of her boxers to cling to her wet cunt.

She had to take them off.

Swiftly, she inserted her thumbs into the edges of her boxers, right at the level of her hipbones, and pulled them down in one fluid motion. The fabric gathered messily around her ankles. She felt so fucking nasty.

Ellie spread her legs, and gasped as the cool air hit her most sensitive place. She waited for a minute, mouth agape, teasing her cunt before she touched it. She swore she could cum with just squeezing in and out while staring at your face.

However, she could not tease herself anymore when those thoughts began forming clearer and clearer.

She brought a long finger and caressed her slit slowly from her hole to her puffy little clit. "Oh fuck yes" she hissed.

It started with thinking about your tits. Her mind wandered, and her hole leaked into the leather chair, forming a small droplet to lay down on it. She breathed heavily.

The thought of you, taking off that bikini top in front of her went through her mind. Slow, deliberate process of undoing its strings, so so agonizingly slow. When they spilled out, ellie let out a high pitched moan.

“Touch them, Ellie” you whispered in her ear.

“Please touch me…” you whined.

She gasped, took two fingers, her middle and her ring, and formed tiny, slow circles on her wet clit. Ellie spread her legs wide, and placed them on the table.

It looked absolutely obscene.

In reality, Ellie was touching herself to a picture on a slightly dusty old screen. In her imagination, you stood pretty begging her for more. Your fucking whines did it for her, and she didn’t even know what they sounded like for real.

You circled your nipples, pinched them and spat a glob of saliva, letting it streamline down your tits, teasing ellie so bad she was already panting. They glistened, and ellie latched on to them, sucking and spitting and whimpering groaning.

“So good Ellie...” you moaned, holding the back of her hand and pushing her deeper.

“I want you so fucking bad”

“Holy fucking shit” she hissed, and slapped her clit. one slap! two slaps! she was desperate.

“Fuuuck yes” she whimpered, and plunged a finger inside her aching hole. It sucked her completely in, clenching around her fingers. She gasped, and slid off the chair.

She was staring at your fucking cunt with her eyes half shut. she swore she could see those fucking lips.

Now, Ellie’s mind took a turn. You laid pretty on her bed, chest heaving up and down, legs spread completely open with a pink vibrator buzzing on your clit.

“Ellie!” you moaned.

“Fuck me... please please please"

She plunged a second finger, and bucked her hips inwards and backwards. She whimpered, and a shaky breath followed by the sound of your name escaped her quivering lips.

“Need you in my pussy… p—pretty please”

She swore she could hear you say it.

Ellie pounced on her bed and savored you whole. she bit your clit, sucked on it and got her entire face wet with your juices.

“God yes” she groaned, wet, squelching sounds filling the room. She pumped them in and out, and in and out again, whilst the other hand was circling itself fast on her needy, pulsating clit. Every few seconds, she’d slap it again, open wider and wider, bucking and riding them so hard she could almost see a supernova right in front of her.

The dull ache in her pussy grew bigger and bigger.

“You need me? fucking whore” she whispered under her breath.

Thin, shiny, sticky drool flowed from the corner of her mouth, it landed on the top of her hoodie.

“Yes Ellie… please Ellie need you in my pussy” She pumped them profusely, feeling your walls take her in like she needed to. When she pumped them inside of herself— That’s what she liked to imagine. It was you, who took her in. They were your walls, your wet cunt begging and screaming for more.

She felt it coming in the pits of her stomach. It grew bigger and bigger, like a wave, or a volcano, threatening to erupt and make her cream all over her chair.

“Ellie yesyesyesyes!” you moaned.

She circled faster and faster, her perky tits bouncing up and down with every movement of her hips. The chair squeaked, but she couldn't be bother to take it slow.

“Ellie?” your voice echoed through the corridor.

“Yeah baby s— say my fucking name, fuck” she hissed, her eyes completely shut.

“Ellie?”

God, it felt so fucking real. Almost there. She bit her lip, and it drew blood.

The door collided with the wall, hitting it with a loud thud.

“Ellie?”

“N— fuNgh”

She almost screamed so loud the gods could hear. she shut her laptop off before even pulling her fingers out.

She was going to fucking faint.

Her face flushed a deep shade of crimson, intense embarrassment radiating from her form, hands trembling uncontrollably, and the expression on her face was one of sheer horror— wide eyed.

She got caught.

"What..." you uttered, your voice trailing off as you stood frozen in place, your mouth agape. Your knees threatened to give way beneath you.

You shut the door.

Ellie, her chest heaving, struggled to catch her breath.

“Oh my—“

“God”

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[buckyalpine]

A little longer

HI MY BEAUTIFUL 🐚ANON!! I adore this so much, I adore YOU so much, as always, your requests are everything!! 

Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry

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"It's been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with"

Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam's head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of. 

“For fucks sake Sam-”

"You need to get out more man, at least start dating. You don't need a whole girlfriend but a few dates wouldn't kill you. Or maybe it would, since you're what, 106?"

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin. Dating wasn’t for him, not because he didn’t want to date but because he wasn’t sure who would even date him. He’d only just gotten comfortable talking to Sam though he’d never openly admit he actually enjoyed their conversations. He wasn’t exactly the most approachable, Peter had once told him he had a resting bitch face, whatever that meant. He wasn’t the most tech savvy unless it involved doing something illegal. He had a plethora of devices that could take down the US government at the push of a button he secrecy hoarded under his bed but God forbid someone ask him to pose for their Instagram story.  

Talking to a pretty girl was a completely different story. What would he even talk about? His time before the war involved a lot of nursing an injured or sick Steve back to health. After the war and his time in Hydra, he didn’t really have time for himself. He liked plums. The hobbit. He was thinking about getting a cat. Bucky internally groaned, maybe he’d find a girlfriend at the retirement home down the street; at least they’d have things in common. 

Sam cocked an eyebrow while Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Usually he’d respond with a grumpy pout or complete silence but today his exhaustion had caught up with him. He debated on how to get Sam of his back, a dim, flickering, half broken bulb going off in his sleep deprived brain. 

"I already have a girlfriend Tweety bird"

The deafening silence that followed that statement made it clear both men were aware that was a lie. Sam snorted, shaking his head while they both finished they food, slapping a $50 on the counter before leaving. He looked at the super soldier, deciding not to press into the issue further for the night but he definitely wasn’t going to let it go that easily. 

5:30 AM

The buzz of his phone jolted him awake, the faint sound of the TV still playing in the background. Bucky felt around for his phone, tossing his sheet off, sitting up from his place on the floor seeing Sam’s caller ID light up the screen. 

“What are you doing next Saturday” Sam sounded unusually chipper, a hint of a smirk in his voice, a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for such an early hour. 

“Why” Bucky groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, going back to lying down. 

“Were having a cookout over the weekend, you should come”

“You woke me up to tell me what could have been a text message?” Bucky asked incredulously, closing his eyes, ready to let sleep free him from such a ridiculous conversation. 

“Ooo, white panther knows how to text now” 

“White Wolf” Bucky grumbled, regretting every telling Sam the name he had been given in Wakanda. “I’ll come if you just let me go back to sleep” 

"Alright, but bring your girl too"

There it was. 

He could feel the shit eating grin Sam was giving him over the phone, eye brows wigging up and down, all his perfect teeth out. 

“Whatcha say Barnes?” 

Sleep had disappeared into thin air as Bucky shot up, mentally kicking himself for the nonsense he’d gotten himself into. He fiddled with the corner of his sheet, hoping to find an out. 

"I thought you only invited family" 

"Hey, anyone that you're allowing within 3 feet of your personal space might as well be considered family" Sam snorted, not believing a single word Bucky had said the night before. The conversation moved on to a different topic, easing some of Bucky’s nerves. A whole hour had passed and Bucky was sure he was in the clear until-  

“Back to the matter at hand, you bringing her or not?” 

“Why are you like this, does being Captain America always come with the caveat with also being a pain in my ass, I’m not going to-”

Bucky was about to refuse until a knock at the door pulled him away from the conversation, the scent of fresh pancakes wafting through the door. He pulled himself up, a smile tugging on his lips, knowing exactly who was on the other side, not needing to check as he untangled himself from the sheets. 

His sweet neighbor. 

Bucky wasn’t religious and he wasn’t a big believer in a higher power but there had to be something out there when people like you existed. Whenever Sam asked him why he stayed in the dingy little apartment that barely had windows and a closet for a bedroom, he’d insist it was because he preferred a small space and was still getting used to living a normal life so he wasn’t ready for another move just yet. 

The part he always left out was that his dingy apartment came with an absolute angle that lived next door. Kind hearted. Sweet. An absolute darling. You were one of the first people he’d interacted with when he moved in. All the nerves he had about living alone and growing accustomed to a regular life melted away the first day, when you came over with a plate of fresh cookies. 

He felt like a little boy whenever you were around, having the biggest crush on the prettiest girl on the playground, his mind going to mush whenever you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a crush. Nope. No....? No. He narrowed his eyes at himself before making his way to the door. 

“Buck? Did your tongue rust-” 

“I’ll uh-I’ll think about it” He mumbled before cutting the call, a bashful smile on his face as he unhooked the chain and swung the door open. “G’morning doll” 

“Good Morning” You grinned, handing Bucky the plate which he gratefully accepted, his stomach rumbling between the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy. “I heard you get in last night, didn’t think you’d have time to do a grocery run or cook anything” You handed him a bag of fruits and vegetables, two of those bags full of plums. His favorite. 

“You didn’t have to do all this” If his cheeks grew any warmer he would’ve sworn he was running a fever. And he didn’t get fevers. 

“You’re out saving the world, I think getting you a few groceries is the least I could do. So, how’s the new Captain?” You had never met Sam in person but hearing enough stories from Bucky told you all you needed to know. No one else was better suited to take on the shield than him. 

“A pain in my ass even if he means well” Bucky smiled shaking his head to himself. “He’s been pestering me to get out more...start dating” He mumbled the last part, wincing. He’d fought off aliens, gone to battle alongside a tree and a talking raccoon, survived being help captive by Hydra but being boyfriend material? His flirting game was as strong as pre serum Steve's right hook. 

“Well, handsome solider like you, shouldn’t be too hard to find you a date” You felt your own face heat up as soon as the words left your mouth but wasn’t like it was a secret. There was no way he would have had trouble in the dating department; aside from being one of the most beautiful people you’d laid your eyes on he was also the sweetest. Bucky was nothing but a gentleman and with a pure and soft heart and if you didn’t get your shit together and control the way he made you weak in the knees-

“Not the same ladies man I was in the 40′s doll” He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling at your compliment, “Either way, I got myself into a mess with that” He smiled sheepishly while you cocked your head, urging him to continue. 

“Well, I sort of lied to get him off my case” Bucky blushed, rubbing the back of his head, his the pink on his cheeks deepening at your cheeky smile. “I-I told him I already have a girlfriend but as you can see-” Bucky waved into his empty apartment that showed no signs of human life, “-it back fired immediately because he's invited my nonexistent girlfriend to a cookout this weekend. In Louisiana. With all his family. And friends”

Bucky let his head hit the wall with a dull thump, cursing himself for putting a foot in his mouth. Sure he could just come clean and say he lied. But that would mean admitting he lied and that was worse because then Sam would give him shit for that, plus try to get him out more and- 

“What if- what if I went with you?” Bucky’s head shot up, blinking in surprise at your words, wondering if he heard you correctly. “I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a day, get Cap off your case. Only if you’re comfortable with it though”

“Really? You’d do that?” You giggled at his lost puppy expression, his eyes lighting up when he realized you were being serious.

“Of course” You smiled sincerely,  “I’d be happy to! Just let me know what time to be ready at and I’ll be all yours” 

All his.  

The little boy in his was running around in circles, his heart beating too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. The thought of you being his girlfriend for a day was more than he could ever dream of. Of course it was only pretend and he’d wouldn’t dare push for more; not when you deserved the world. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to deal with Sam’s nagging. 

Problem solved. 

*****

This was a bad idea. 

A bad, bad idea. 

Bucky had gone through at least 4 outfits, debating between an array of Henley’s, before settling on a blue one when he remembered you complimented it because it was blue like his eyes. He picked up his razor and then immediately put it down when he remembered you once said you liked the scruff on him.  Even if this was just pretend, every single part of him was on edge as if this were a real date. As soon as his enhanced hearing picked up your soft footsteps padding down the hall, he was right by the door, nervously chewing his lip. 

Bucky blinked, his heart nearly giving way at 106 years old when he saw you make your way down the hall towards his apartment. You were in a flowery sundress, with a large cakebox in hand, your sweet perfume already making him dizzy. If Sam didn’t kill him for lying, the crush he had on you would be the next thing to take him out. 

"You-you look beautiful"  And sweet. And adorable. And delectable. 

An angel.

You looked like an angel. 

"Thank you, you look good too Sarge" You looked down at Bucky’s chest instead of meeting his eyes, unable to look at his pretty face. His adorable face. Handsome face. That dimple on his chin. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Fuck, you had such a big crush on him. 

It was going to be an interesting day. 

*****

Bucky parked the car at Sam’s place, which wasn’t too far from the lake where everyone had gathered. Part of him was almost sad they had made it on time; the car ride over with you ending faster than he’d liked.  

“He wasn’t kidding when he said he only invited family” Bucky snorted, seeing all of Sam’s relatives there along with his closest neighbors, many of whom he’d met before. He took the cakebox from you, slipping his hand into yours, smiling when you gave him a reassuring squeeze. You both made your way over, hand in hand, your heart skipping a beat each time someone greeted Bucky, every single person over joyed that he’d finally met someone to call his. 

He made his way over to the grill where Sam filliped a few burgers; the new Cap grinning when he saw you both. There was no missing the sparkle in his eyes when he looked down to your hand in Bucky’s, noting you were was holding his metal one, no longer covered by gloves. 

Interesting. 

“You’re lookin’ good” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, loving the way the soldier rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the way his cheeks were dusted pink. 

“This is y/n, my girlfriend” Girlfriend. Bucky loved the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, not feeling an ounce of hesitance. The word previously feeling so foreign to him now felt so natural when he had you by his side. And holding your hand. And hearing your laugh. And-

Relax Bucky, it’s just for a day. 

“I’m Sam, and it’s very nice to meet you” He pulled you into a hug, still curiously eyeing Bucky, genuinely unable to figure out where he’d managed to find a sweetheart like you. 

“Thank you for the invite” you giggled as he gave you a light squeeze before letting you go, inspecting the cakebox Bucky handed to him. He grinned at the fresh strawberries that decorated the cake, shamelessly plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. “Strawberry shortcake. A little white wolf told me it was your favorite” 

“Well if the big bad wolf likes you then I like you cause he doesn’t like anybody. You must be special” Sam mused, a part of him wanting to be skeptical but there was nothing, absolutely nothing made up about the Bucky was looking at you. He gazed down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars right in his room, an utterly lovesick puppy. You felt your cheeks heat up, burying your face into Bucky’s side while he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss on top of your head. Damn right, she’s special. 

You both made your way over to mingle with the rest of the crowd, have no trouble at all playing the role of an utterly in love boyfriend and girlfriend. Bucky didn’t miss a single chance to press little kisses on your cheeks, every so often pecking your nose. His hand never left your waist, always holding you close to him, his face occasionally buried into the crook of your neck. 

You played your part almost better than he did, gushing over what a gentleman he always was to you, stayed tucked by his side, nuzzling under his chin, occasionally actually getting lost in his soft scent of laundry detergent, his cologne and something distinctly him. You made the elderly ladies giggle and blush each time Bucky did something adorable, proudly showing you off to everyone. 

He didn’t even let you eat without being the most perfect doting boyfriend. You’d both served your plates, finding a nice spot to sit under a shady tree; Bucky sat on the large lawn chair, secretly happy there was only one. You were about to walk off to get another when he tugged your wrist and pulling you back. 

“C’mere, I wont bite” Bucky grinned, surprised with himself as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. You let out a squeak, your nose bumping against his as you plopped onto him, lips nearly brushing his. 

“Smooth, Barnes. Remind me again, how you don’t have a girlfriend” You let out a breathless laugh, screaming to yourself on the inside that this was fake. He was playing the role perfectly, that was all. So fucking perfectly. 

Why was he so perfect. 

Bucky smirked, kissing your shoulder, letting you relax against his chest, wondering if you’d feel his heart hammering against his ribcage from how flustered he actually was. He easily maneuvered you so you sat comfortably across his thighs, his arm still securely around your waist. 

When was he ever this smooth. 

If anyone else was this close, he’s run for the hills, but now he was contemplating tossing you over his shoulder and running to Sam’s house, the guest bedroom was upstairs and two doors to the right-

“Well I’ll be damned, he really does have a girlfriend” Sam shook his head while Joaquin snorted, both men looking at you and Bucky with heart eyes while they sipping their beers from the docks. 

“You think they’re faking?” Joaquin nudged Sam’s shoulder, watching Bucky now fed you a piece of cake, still keeping you on his lap, sneakily kissing the cream from the corner off your lips between bites. You’d giggle every time, feeding him a strawberry, squealing when he’s playfully bite your fingers. 

“You can fake a lot of things but not the way he’d blushing and giggling like a toddler in a candy store” Bucky played with your fingers, intertwining them with his hand, his nose scrunching as he laughed at something you said. 

“It’s nice to see him like this” Joaquin had seen grumpy Bucky, grouchy Bucky, angry Bucky, scary Bucky, sleepy Bucky, just about every Bucky on the planet, but this? This was a first. Love struck Bucky. Charming Bucky. Happy Bucky. Simpy Bucky. Sappy Bucky. Giggly Bucky. Playful biting Bucky. Ready to get down on one knee if you’d let him, Bucky. 

“Steve always said he was a charmer, he wasn’t lying”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the way the corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkled each time he smiled or the way you’d instinctively lean into him when he spoke. He’d tuck your hair away from your face, his hands lingering on your cheek for a second longer, giving them a glimpse of the man from the 40′s before the war,  youthful and innocent, his heart full of hope, a smirk that would make his best girl swoon; the both of you in your own little world. 

“He looks happy”

Sam had seen people look happy before. They’d smile but their eyes would be empty. They’d laugh but their voices were hollow. They’d look like they were on top of the world while sitting at rock bottom. The way Bucky’s eyes sparkled, his boyish laugh, the way he’d nuzzle into you, trying to be closer to you than physically possible, was more than just looking happy. 

“He is happy”

Bucky had completely forgotten about pretending with you, lost in how perfectly you fit in his arms. You had taken up your role very seriously, telling him how utterly handsome he was, never missing moment to peck his scruffy cheek or card your fingers through his short soft locks. You intertwined you fingers with his vibrainium ones, busing your lips against his cool knuckles. 

At some point in the afternoon, he’d slipped his jacket off and wrapped you up with it as evening crept around the corner. Not a single person doubted the nature of your relationship; at least four of Sam’s uncles had told Bucky to propose soon. 

You don’t meet a girl who makes you this damn giggly just anywhere, Sergeant. Hold onto her. 

****

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you more, you had fallen asleep in his arms, contently snuggled up in his jacket as the sunset over the lake. Most of Sam’s family had gone back home, a few close relatives still hanging around the boat, sipping on coffee. Bucky couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your forehead; he could get used to this. Cuddling up with you after date nights. Hearing your laugh. The softness of your lips. The way your hand always found itself in his metal one without hesitation. 

Fuck he wished this was real. 

You stirred slightly, a content sigh slipping past your lips at the feel of his kiss. Nothing felt more comfy than being wrapped up by the super soldier, his solid arms holding you close. You didn’t want to wake up, wishing you could sleep forever if it meant you’d be this close to Bucky all the time. The day felt like a dream; the exact dreams you had when you thought about your sweet neighbor. How it’d be for him to call you yours. To Be his girl. To make him smile. To make him laugh. 

If only it wasn’t just for a day. 

“You have a nice nap, baby?” Bucky smirked as you blinked awake, stretching on his lap like a cat before snuggling against him again. “My pretty girl” 

“Why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend is the comfiest spot to sleep on?” You teased, bringing your hand up to toy with the chain of his dog tags. Bucky chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, kissing your nose. There was no one around you both, though neither of you seemed interesting in dropping the act just yet. 

“You fit perfectly here, doll” He grinned, blushing when he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, resting on the back of his neck. 

“I think I like it here” You sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. His nose gently bumped against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. 

“Me too” He closed the gap between you both, pressing his lips to yours sweetly, savoring every bit of your softness. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth letting his tongue lace with yours while your hand made its way through his hair, tugging on his short locks. Bucky let out a groan, letting his hands drop to your waist, kissing you for as long as he could until you both needed oxygen. 

“Maybe we can pretend for a little longer?” Bucky broke away, panting, his forehead still pressed against yours. You giggled between breaths, peppering kisses across his face. 

“Just a little longer?” 

“Maybe- maybe forever?” He looked at you with his classic puppy eyes, his heart bursting when you pulled him in for another kiss; forever. Forever sounded good. 

A few years later

“So, you finally gonna admit I made this happen?” Sam whispered while Bucky snorted, shaking his head. 

“Not gonna happen” 

“C’mon, I made this happen, I caused this” 

“You caused chaos” 

Sam scoffed in fake offence, taking a sleepy Becca from Bucky’s arms while the soldier went to go check on you. “Now when do I get to meet my second God child?”

“In a few hours” Bucky stretched before making his way back to your room, smiling at your resting form. He carefully laid down beside you, letting his hand splay across your tummy; in just a few more hours there would be a little Samuel Grant Barnes in the world. 

“We’re really good at pretending” You murmured, make Bucky chuckle, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring that sat on your finger. 

“Maybe just one more baby after this? Really convince them, Mrs. Barnes?”

*

“Uncle Sam, tell me a bedtime story?” Becca pouted, having been at the hospital for hours, giving Sam the exact same face Bucky gave you. Her little bottom lip jutting out, big (y/c/e) eyes blinking up at him. He grinned, settling her on his lap before he made a thinking face before asking what she’d want to hear. 

“What kinda story, Beccs, an animal story, a super cool falcon story or Captain America story or a flying Falcon Captain America story?” 

“The chaos daddy said you caused” She giggled while Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before starting. 

“It all started when your daddy said he had a girlfriend...”

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The Summer I Loved You -> E.L.

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Part 2!

That night, clad in a bikini top and shorts, you walked barefoot to the beach with the other girls, Chad and Ethan already somewhere at the party. Anika had talked your ear off for half an hour, desperate for advice on what to do about she and Mindy’s anniversary, and you’d happily obliged. Tara and Mindy had mixed the drinks, and now the four of you were all slightly buzzed and approaching the group of college students milling about near the water, the ocean a dull roar in the background as it settled.

You spotted Chad first, talking closely with a blonde girl in a halter top, the two of them laughing as they spoke. Mindy and Anika beelined for the kegs propped like traffic cones around the beach, Tara making her way over to steal Chad’s attention from the girl he’d just met.

Ethan, on the other hand, was no where in sight.

“Have you seen E?” You asked Chad, following after Tara, and your roommate gave you a quick, confused glance.

“Thought he went back to the house to meet up with you?” He said and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Is he the cute one with the curly hair?” The blonde piped up helpfully and you slid a sharp glance to her. “Pretty sure he’s talking to Maddie.”

“Who?” You asked, tone flat, and the girl pointed.

“They seemed like they were really hitting it off. Are you like, his sister?”

“Friend.” You grumbled, earning a pinch from Chad, who dropped an empty solo cup into your hand.

“My love, can you please go and make yourself a vodka cranberry and then let me have a sip? You make them the best.”

“Oh shit.” The blonde said, once again cutting into you and Chad’s conversation. “Are you two together?”

“No.” You told her, a bit sharply, and rolled your eyes at Chad. “I’m gonna find E. I may or may not give you a sip of my drink.”

“You wound me, Y/N.” Chad called after you as you walked away, headed towards the bottles of alcohol stuck in the sand.

You mixed a drink quickly, praying there wasn’t anything funny inside the fruit juice or vodka bottle you’d selected, and looked around. Where was Ethan? You took a drink and walked the outskirts of the party, searching faces for any sign of your friend. Chad was still with the blonde, although now he had her locked in an intense make-out session that made you cringe. Mindy and Anika sat side by side by the fire, giggling with another couple. And Tara laughed as she played beer pong with a group of younger looking kids, some of them that looked suspiciously like high-schoolers.

But Ethan—oh.

Ethan was sitting on the ground, elbows on his knees as a ginger sat next to him—Maddie, you guessed—combing fingers through his messy curls. His smile was serene, eyes fixed on hers as he listened to whatever she was saying. And your stomach twisted hard, a sick, icy feeling running across your skin, as she leaned closer to him, whispering something into his ear.

You sucked in a breath and spun your heel, walking back the way you came. The necklace around your throat felt hot as a brand, suddenly heavier than the light chain should’ve been as you moved. There was no reason for you to be upset, right? He could talk to whoever he wanted. It was fine. It was—

“Y/N!” You heard him shout and then he was there, moving in front of you to halt your movements. His brown eyes were wide as he took in your face, eyebrows knitting together. “I uh—I saw you but then you walked off.”

“I’m tired.” You told him, moving to walk past as you took a sip of the drink.

“You just got here.” He protested, keeping pace as you moved closer to the water, your toes sinking into wet sand. Jagged pieces of shell were expertly dodged as you walked, eyes on the dark ground. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“You seemed busy.” Your voice was sharper than you wanted it to be, and you cringed. “Go back to what’s-her-face.”

“I don’t want to. I want to hang out with you.”

“You two looked cozy.”

“It’s not like that, what’s wrong?”

“Not like what?” You asked, glancing over as you paused. God, he was right, what was wrong with you? “It’s fine if you want to talk to a girl, E. I’m not trying to bother you, okay?”

“You’re not bothering me—fuck.” He ran a hand through the curls the other girl had just touched and you tracked the movements, feeling unwell. “She came up to me, okay? I was sitting by myself waiting for you—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me—”

“It seems like I do because you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Then why—” Ethan stopped, letting out a noise of frustration as rested his palms on the top of his head, glancing up at the night sky for a moment before looking back to you. “Why are we doing this? I haven’t seen you in months. I just want to spend time with you. Okay? You.”

You crossed your arms, sighing as you glanced out at the water. He was right—it was ridiculous that you were upset. He could talk to whoever he wanted, and it shouldn’t bother you. If he wanted to spend time with you at all, shouldn’t you just take it happily? Wasn’t he your favorite person?

“Sorry.” You said quietly, looking back to him. He was closer than, when you’d been annoyed, had registered, and you felt yourself relax a fraction when he placed his hands on your shoulders, sliding them down to pull you into him.

“You don’t have to apologize to me. I just...I hate it when you’re mad.” He frowned, a dramatic pout, and you smiled hesitantly. “I need my rock.” You smiled further, watching his eyes bounce around your face. His chest rose as he took in a breath, reaching to snatch your drink from your hand. “May I?”

“Sure.”

The two of you walked down the beach for a moment, eyes fixed on the water, the steady sound of the waves and the noises that always accompanied the night surrounding you. Ethan stayed quiet, seemingly deep in thought for a few moments before he spoke.

“So...” He started and you glanced over, curious. “Breakfast. Tomorrow.” He side-eyed you and you smirked. “Are we making the Y/N Special?”

“Pancakes with blueberries and chocolate?” You teased, watching him rub his stomach enthusiastically. “Bacon? Freshly squeezed orange juice?”

“Don’t tease me.” He groaned, shoving you playfully. “I cant wait that long. I need it now.”

“Be patient, my young friend.” You crooned, reaching out to ruffle his hair. It was soft and slightly salty; the smell of his shampoo—coconut, as always—met your nose when he moved closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked. “Those who are patient are always rewarded.”

“How wise.” He snorted, glancing down at you with amused eyes. “I want to juice the oranges this year, though. Last year you got pulp all over the kitchen.”

“I did not.”

“You did. You did and I had to clean it up.”

“I helped!”

“You stood there laughing the entire time.”

“You had pulp on your face.”

“Thanks to you.” The two of you shared a grin and you rolled your eyes, leaning further into him as you walked. “Besides. Chad’s not going to help make breakfast, and Anika will probably insist on some boring egg-white bullshit again.”

“She’s healthy.”

“Boring.”

Two of you argued over your friend group’s antics for a bit longer as you approached the beach house, walking up the steps and inside. The air was crisp inside the house, cold enough that goosebumps popped up on your skin. Wordlessly, as if he always did it, Ethan passed you one of his sweatshirts. It engulfed you when you wore it, covering your shorts, but you didn’t mind.

You didn’t mind anything when it came to him.

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Part ONE FOR ANYONE THAT DIDNT SEE IT

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A/N: not me just randomly hittin ya with a Beyo chapter on a thursday. i've sat on this for a while because i was so nervous it wasn't as good as the others 🫠 i also went to a war museum to do research on stuff related to this fic so i'm excited about the coming chapters, i learned a lot!!

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Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: the Lieutenant meets the Nurse in a field hospital. Commotion follows after their fleeting moment of bliss in the broom closet.

Warnings; angst, secret kissing, brief mention of blood/wounds, being caught

Clouds clustered in the sky while military men and nurses started cramming themselves into their trains. Loved ones gave soldiers departing hugs, words, tears, kisses…

Among the buzz, the Lieutenant craned his neck in search for you. His eyes darted around the station.

The train station rung with laughter and sobs. Relatives and darlings gave their impassioned goodbyes; some hopeful, some a garble of sobs. Armin passed an elderly woman who was crying so hard on her nephew’s uniform that he thought her lungs might burst.

He searched the crowd for you, attentive to each uniform and armband. There were nurses gathering in preparation for the next train that would follow the soldier unit’s train, so his search was hasty. And, after a few minutes, proved futile because the train that you presumably boarded was departing.

“Stop craning your neck around, you’ll get an ache for nothing.”  Eren thumped his hand on Armin’s shoulder. So, Armin stopped searching.

Dreamy, longing eyes dragged along the floor as he went with his friends and embarked on the soldier unit’s train. He and Eren took seats with the others in the compartment where the Commander sat with Levi and Hange.

“You said last night,” Armin began on a distracted note. “That the farewell party was probably the last time I’d see her and be able to smile.”

“I did say that... I’m sorry, is that depressing to think about?”

Armin half-heartedly chuckled, “No. I’m an optimistic person. Anyways, personally, I believe – whether this sounds implausible to you or not – that I’ll see her again and still be able to smile.”

His friend looked down at the wooden table that divided their seats. The compartment was quite large, but the overwhelming presence of Levi’s squad made it seem smaller than it actually was.

“You really are optimistic.” Eren said after thinking for a while.

Armin stared out the window and watched the passing trees blur into countryside, then blur into other landscapes, until they reached the port. There, they disembarked the train, and embarked on the ship. Through it all, Armin searched and searched, never giving up, until he caught a glimpse of the back of you as you boarded the other ship. Much too far to communicate, Armin settled for admiring you for possibly the last time. He wished you would have turned around.

⁕⁕⁕

His shirt was stained crimson.

Bloodied hands were holding up his struggling comrade as he carried him to the field hospital. The night felt eerie and strange, or maybe those feelings were owed to the battle that he had just narrowly escaped. Their side wasn’t doing well.

Who knows what had happened – Armin never talked about anything like that night to someone as gentle-minded as you. When he saw you scurrying around cots filled with wounded soldiers, his heart battered around in his ribcage. He was so startled and happy to see you that his grip on his comrade slacked; a weak groan of pain brought Armin’s attention back to the poor man.

Bringing his comrade to a cot and laying him down, Armin signalled for you. At first, it felt like you were seeing a figment of your imagination. Neither of you had the opportunity to talk with the noise and severeness that filled the patient ward.

But body language was more than enough. Eye contact. Shaking hands. Stolen glances. You were so excited to see him again that you spilled some iodine. It felt as if you had forgotten how to do anything when he appeared.

You don’t remember why, but for some reason it was very difficult to nurse his comrade. A distracting nausea overcame you.

After clearing away medical instruments, you went to the opposite end of the ward to the door, where Armin was standing waiting by an empty cot. The night had calmed down, all the patients had been treated and most had fallen into an uneasy sleep.

“Lieutenant.” You called his name excitedly, wiping your clammy palms on your grey uniform.

Armin raised a finger to his lips and nodded for you and him to sneak off somewhere less risky, where you had no chance of being caught by your father who he had already spotted lurking around the patients every now and then.

⁕⁕⁕

You snuck off to the broom closet with the Lieutenant. Yes, a tiny, cramped broom closet that smelled lightly of medicine and gunpowder.

“I’m so sorry. This isn’t exactly a romantic place for me to whisk you away to.” Armin apologized sincerely.

You looked at him dreamily. To be back in his presence and hear his voice was so fulfilling that you were unfazed by the unflattering environment.

“Don’t apologize, Lieutenant. As long as it’s with you, I don’t mind where I’m whisked away to.” You replied honestly. That put a sheepish smile on his face.

A smile is a rare thing to see on a soldier’s face in the field hospital. Yours was a serene and patient one, as Armin described it decades later in his memoirs as “A smile capable of bringing comfort to a dying soldier. One incomprehensibly soothing.”

In the broom closet, you and him shared secret intimacies, until there was a commotion outside that tore you two apart. Armin’s breath staggered on your lips, his hands clutching yours against his chest.

“I guess we’ll have to resume when we meet again.”

“I guess.” You smiled at him dreamily.

The two of you emerged from the broom closet. A sullen face shocked you and Armin out of your bodies.

“Father…” you choked, and began blabbering excuses and apologies. He looked as if his gut was wrenched. You trembled and choked “I’m so sorry… father! I’m so sorry!” over and over.

Your father only looked at you with a disappointed, resigned expression. It hurt your heart.

“Sir.” Armin gulped nervously.

When your father finally spoke, his words marred you more deeply than if he would have shouted like before when he caught you and Armin together.

“I thought it was awful when you stole my daughter away at the farewell party when you saw me approaching the two of you, Lieutenant Arlert.” He paused, completing that expression to Armin and then directing himself at you. “All I have to say… is that I’m sad that you betrayed your promises to me. All I wanted was for you to protect your sensitive heart; a girl like you shouldn’t have to deal with something as difficult as loving a soldier.”

⁕⁕⁕

He promptly told Captain Levi. You were summoned to the Commander’s office. Though you could understand that punishment was inevitable, you couldn’t wrap your head around exactly why you were seeing the Commander; surely he was busy panicking in the heat of this hazy commotion. There had been an enemy sighting. And since forces were weakened, everyone got flustered about it. Especially considering it was a moonless night.

You remember watching Armin as he saluted his superiors. It was an automatic, immediate salute; was it attractive because he was a soldier, or because he was the man you loved? Perhaps both.

Erwin’s rumbling voice punctured the silence.

“You are a good nurse. I want you to accompany Levi, keep at his side.” He commanded you.

A confused relief crossed your chest. “Sir, I’m confused. Wasn’t I called to be reprimanded?”

He almost laughed. “I can’t reprimand an innocent young lady such as yourself. The fault lies with Armin.” He said severely, but then broke character and joked to lighten to heavy mood. “A hundred push-ups. And preferably next time don’t take pretty ladies to broom closets to kiss.”

Armin flushed so bright red that you thought then, if you would compare him to a red poppy flower from outside, that it would seem less red than him. His blush boyishly spread down to his jawline.

“Yes, sir.”

⁕⁕⁕

When you learned that Armin was going to head out in separate directions, you had a breakdown and wouldn’t let go of him. You sobbed loudly, causing a great scene. Armin pulled you to the side to console you, begging his glaring Captain for just a few minutes alone with you.

He managed to soothe you with his words. “We’ll meet again.” He said over and over. He talked about things the two of you would do when the war was over and you returned home for good.

You bore a serious, tear-streaked face up to him. Your eyes were red, nose sniffly.

His departing proclamation was;

“My heart is devoted to you.”

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🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

MOCHI MY WIFE!!!!!! we are married now okay??? and YOU PICKED THE BEST QUESTIONS OF ALL TIME I LOVE YOU.

🐚 - do you like or dislike surprises?

i LOVE surprises!!!!! once i was surprised with TWO chapter updates on my fav fic of all time. have you heard of it?? its called time to pretend!!! but yes i love surprises >:) they make me feel special

❄️ - whats your dream theme/plot for a fic and who would write it best?

OKAY. secretly ive always dreamt of a rockstar au BUT reader is the rockstar and all of the guys (ideally armin, jean, eren, reiner, and porco) are ppl she meets while at the peak of her fame and career. a bunch of 1970s craziness and sex and drugs…. i have thought so much about. AND IDEK WHO WOULD WRITE IT BEST definitely not me

🪲 - add 50 words to sea of magnolias and post the paragraph here

JDLSJCKSKDKDKKS OKAY I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS. i am esctatic you asked me this bc GOD!!!!!!!!!

““You know you love me, baby.” Porco slurs, “S’why you’ve got my baby in you. S’why we’re gettin’ married,'' He pulls her into his arms, his wet mouth bleeding with beer kisses the top of her head and rubs her belly, eyes lidded like bumblebees—you stand there watching them fool around, listening to the gulls and the nic-sea-breeze fray the curtains, letting the blue moon drift in pass Jean. He must like it. He’s watching you, then the open window, then the mosquitos buzzing around his sun kissed skin. Oh, he’s so tan. Oh, he’s so tall.”

🕯️- on a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you enjoy editing?

okay this is gonna sound crazy but i actually dont edit before posting WHICH IS PROBABLY WHY I REREAD A BUNCH OF TIMES AND EDIT AFTER ITS BEEN POSTED FOR MONTHS—but i dont like editing

GOD MOCHI I LOVEEEEE YOU 💗💕💞🫶🫶

ask games!!

#seriously these were my fav questions #ALSO DO NOT LOOK AT THAT WIP #MOCHIIIIIII <3333 #asks <3 #ask games <3 #moot.mochi #dahlia.txt

[morwap]

i just read ur repsond to that vaping question and omg same. Like i understand that ppl do it its their choice (i vape but not often and im for sure not addicted) but i have this friend that goes crazy. She has gotten caught so many times and yet goes put and gets more no matter what. And we have the gc and shes always saying like we all have to get together and get high. Like bro chill, its nic ur not gonna get high maybe a little buzzed thats it. And whenever i had one on me at school, i will get texts all day like meet me in the bathroom i need shit like bro stfu, you dont need it every second of everyday.

And their is my little rant sorry my love ily

-🐚

BAHAHSHS ur rant is fine baby ilym

when covid hit and i had a gc with my friend group one of them were always like “let’s hang out and smoke” and i don’t even smoke and it’s always when my friend has shit to smoke like girl just say you wanna use us to smoke and move on. plus if i wanted to smoke i can do it in the comfort of my home by myself.

then my friend let her hit his vape and she wanted to pretend she was getting high from it 😭 he said he was so embarrassed for her.

that’s what i’m saying like if u can’t go 5 seconds without one then maybe you should get that under control and not make it everyones problem and suffer in silence plus not act entitled to hit everyone else’s vapes just because you think u lost yours 💔😮‍💨

#🐚

[rostii]

(ask game) mahonia, taro 🐇🐚🕯️❤️❣️❤️

hiiii maya <3 <3

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

going to the movies & sitting the dark for 2 hours + spending time on buses/trains + walking home all make my brain go !!! sometimes in a weird tired frazzled way but i think it always has the specific effect of making me excited to go home and do things and be a person who Does Things and Makes Things. something about Not having a specific task at hand & having a moment to take an interest in the world & notice Things is always so nice and makes my brain buzz like theres no external thing i think its just the act of being out in the world that makes me want to participate in it. mostly i make lists & comics & sketches about it that will be little plans for later :+)

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

omg okay. i would say i watched the single man the other night and it made me cry so much i couldn't do anything except walk around the house for an hour. i would tell them about figuring out what i'm gonna make for a textile class i'm taking this semester, plans for my birthday in a few weeks, what i've been reading, that there is a new prominent spider in the garden, i would say the pumpkin vines are doing pretty well (although still no fruit) and that for the time being we're looking after another chicken who has so far been a very polite houseguest.

#thank you!! #asks

[stringsofstarlight]

11:11🫶🏼

     Congrats on all the honors, in many categories no less. 🥳👊🙏

This is me trying to still be available for you when I am still kinda sore from the decision to continue the drought in environmental donations, or mentions, for that matter.  The party the other night was completely expected, the moment I felt that certain buzz, it was a sure thing of what was happening.   Honestly, that is why I had to get a place early, cause I was beat from the night before with the gang members trolling me with funeral dirges and movies until sunrise, in many hotel rooms around mine.        Okay, so I wasn’t making this up from last night, you, R, and I know that one  is a way less funnier version than actually happened.  Like, I see you tossing popcorn in the mouth, missing with most of it, not caring cause, ahem, the eyes and other hand were…should we say busy.😅🥹😍

    ✨🔮💘🥰👑🔮🥳🌈⚖️🧣🌎🐚🤟🏼

eternal love,

james

[2-dsimp]

Hi! can i have a Yandere headcanons of Jotaro, Kakyoin and Josuke? can you do hcs what if reader accept them or loves them back and what if they didnt accept them?

A/N: Oof normally I’d only stick with doing one character at a time buuuut that’s on me since I didn’t clarify that in the rules

So imma just go ahead and activate my super saiyan writer mode lol

And without further adieu enjoy✨

JOTARO

✅ Acception

🐚This man’s confession is straightforward and to the point as he himself realizes that what he feels for you is strong, as it conflicts with his line of reasoning which is a damn impressive feat to accomplish

🐚So before it can get worse he decided to nip it in the bud and confess his liking towards you in a nonchalant manner

🐚If his S/O happened to reciprocate his feelings than you wouldn’t notice how estatic he’d be to the point where his soul will be screaming out your name repeatedly like a broken record

🐚Almost as if it yearns to meld together with your precious soul of which pulses with such a display of blatant happiness, in contrast with his stone cold face

🐚His face would soften as a little genuine smile sneakily creeps onto his face one that’ll bring any girl down to their knees as he looks at you like you’re his entire world

🐚PLEASE He would stop time just to savor this moment I kid you not

🚫Rejection

“Just look into my soul did you think for even a moment that I’d let you go?”

KAKYOIN

✅ Acception

🍒 Would most definitely be the type to introduce himself to your parents only to have them actively trying to set you up to be his future lover—-

🍒Why? We’ll it’s because he’s an honor student with a bright future ahead, and he’s obviously the top potential candidate to ask for your hand in marriage so why not?

🍒 After you accepted his carefully thought out confession of which involved a candle lit fancy dinner under a beautiful starry night that blended along harmoniously with the buzzing nightlife of the city , he would cater to your every whim almost like like a religious devotee

🍒Will often cradle your hand in his whilst pressing tender soft kisses to your palm and bask within each and every blissful moment where he gets to marinate in your welcoming presence

🍒this poor Cherry man is touch starved so please don’t hesitate to show him some well deserved affection

🍒He’s on cloud nine because he finally found someone to make him feel whole and to pour all of his love

🚫Rejection

“I see maybe I wasn’t too upfront in my advances I’ll be sure to correct that mistake ”

JOSUKE

✅ Acception

💜He’s the well renowned love love type of guy so best believe he’s gonna be loud and obnoxious as he celebrates with his friends and show you off like the wonderful being that you are

💜PDA is a must as he wants to show everyone that your are his as much as he is yours, meaning little smooches on the cheek, or you having to sit on his lap during lunchtime, he has to have his hands on you at all times

💜His mom and friends love you so he always invites you to hangout with them on their misadventures and have a blast

💜Will most definitely have random dates outta no where trying to be romantic by literally sweeping you off of your feet, to Tonio’s for a quick bite to eat

💜 However if you’re seen hanging out with someone outside their inner circle and they put their hands on you wether or not it was just them being friendly, His stand will rearrange their body until it’s unrecognizable without you noticing of course

💜Would be the best friend/boy friend you can’t take no where without him acting up either cuz of some sleezebag who wouldn’t take no for an answer or if someone made the off bit comment about his gorgeous hair

🚫Rejection

“Haha! That’s funny babe surely you don’t mean that do you? Maybe I should make it clear just how much I love you”

#jjba x y/n #jjba x reader #jjba x you #josuke higashikata #josuke imagine #josuke headcanons #josuke x reader #yandere josuke #yandere jjba #yandere jotaro #yandere kakyoin #yandere jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin headcanons #kakyoin imagine #jotaro x reader #jotaro headcanons #jotaro imagine #jjba pt 4 #jjba part 3 #yandere jjba x reader #jotaro fluff #kakyoin x y/n #jotaro x y/n

[natsuhikous]

ˊ˗ ꒰🐚꒱ strike one, Artem!

alternative title: the first of four times Artem tries to woo MC with his (obviously superior) kdrama knowledge.

Warnings: consumption of alcohol

A deep sigh echoed throughout the room. Artem closed his laptop, finally done with his work for the time being. The Themis Law Firm had been swamped with cases after news broke out about Estelle Marino’s murder and Marius’ proven innocence, so to say that he was stressed was an understatement. After a whole week of hard work, even the work-loving senior attorney was ready to hang up his hat for the weekend and take a long, well-deserved sleep. But before he could pack up his things and exit his office, a knock brought him out of his thoughts.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wing?” MC poked their head through the door’s crack, checking if he was doing anything crucial inside the office before fully entering. “I was wondering if you’d want to go out drinking with us? Everyone thinks it’d be a great idea to celebrate after finishing this week’s workload.”

Artem blinked.

He’d been part of the firm for a while now and had powered through countless hectic weeks, but until then, he’d never heard of or been invited to company nights out. MC saw the confusion on his face, so she decided to backtrack a bit. “Oh! Of course it’s fine if you can’t make it! I don’t- I mean, We don’t want to intrude if you already had plans for tonight, maybe next time, then?” They fumbled over their words for a bit, turning a bright shade of red. At the sight of their flushed cheeks, he couldn’t help but smile. Adorable, he thought.

“No, I didn’t have anything to do anyways. Let me just put my things away.” After a few more exchanges, he gathers the papers scattered on his desk. Thinking he had nothing else to add, MC turned to leave, but not before telling him where everyone would meet. “You can ride with me in my car, MC.” He says, pausing for a bit before adding, “And how many times do I have to remind you, it’s just Artem for you.”

Sitting at a large table surrounded by his intoxicated coworkers was not how Artem expected his evening to go. The small hotpot restaurant felt even more crowded with the constant buzzing of his coworker’s voices around him, and the lingering smell of alcohol bothered him more than he’d like to admit, but the feeling of MC’s warmth beside him made it worth it. He could feel their shoulders touch every time they reached over to grab something, and as embarrassing as it was for him to admit, that small point of contact was more than enough to send his touch-starved self over the moon.

“Artem?” He was brought out of his stupor when MC put a hand on his arm. “You’ve been spacing out a lot tonight, are you alright?” They tilt their head to the side, reminding him of a confused puppy.

“I’m fine, just a bit… overwhelmed. I haven’t gone out in a while, after all.”

“Oh, is that so? I guess I should drag you out of that cell of yours more often, then!” She smiled warmly at him, eyebrows raising in jest. When he thought his heart couldn’t beat any faster, he was proven wrong once again. Before he could reply though, a colleague of yours reached over, shot glass in hand. “Hey! MC! You should have another one! You know, you’ve been working the hardest out of all of us here, you deserve it!” Murmurs and cheers in agreement were heard around the table, much to their displeasure. They had drunk a lot already, and were already close to their limit. But before they could turn the drink down, someone went and grabbed the tiny glass, downing it before anyone could say anything.

Artem? Why did he drink that? Doesn’t he dislike alcohol?

Meanwhile, Artem could only wince as the burning feeling coursed through his throat. This was what that male lead did in that drama, right? I don’t think I’ll be able to keep this up for the rest of the night, so hopefully they take the hint and stop offering MC drinks when they clearly don’t want any more.

Unfortunately for him, that was not the case.

He seemed to forget that he worked with smart, observant people who could definitely see the affection he holds for the young attorney who also happen to lack a dose of workplace romance, and so the night ended with the poor rookie attorney having to bring an intoxicated, incapable Artem Wing home, much to the amusement of their colleagues.

Man, I am definitely going to have a blast reminding him of this tomorrow, they thought, smiling as their inebriated senior babbled on about penguins’ constitutional rights in the backseat of a cab, all while bending his tall physique into an uncomfortable hunch so he could rest his head on their shoulders.

Strike One, Artem.

© natsuhikous, 2021

#🐚.natsuhikousarchive #artem x reader #artem wing x reader #artem wing imagines #tot x reader #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis imagines #artem wing #zuo ran

[promiseofthepremise]

2. 4. 5. 6. 🍤🐚

hello menace sister fancy seeing you here (:

2. What’s your favorite finished WIP?

i mean what is "finished" when i'm constantly turning one shots into full universes but also if we make it through december series my heart and soul :(((

4. Tell us all about the story arc you are most proud of writing.

i answered this one here but also despite the FlawsTM i'm very proud of the arcs in Supercut in part bc i've just learned so much about long term character writing etc it's about the growth sometimes (:

5. Tell us all about your greatest writing achievement (this is your permission to brag without judgement).

my biggest fic writing achievement is in that i'm still going fjskadlfj but also in the meeting of friends like you who are so supportive and give me the space to keep going and chasing down my own interests and not having to meet any specific Standard or Goal. it's an achievement in and of itself to make stuff for just for yourself (and also ur friends) i think (:

6. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever seen?

find the big in the small; write the thing that makes your body buzz; write the thing that makes your /character's/ body buzz; always tell us the dog's name (the dog might not be a dog, still tell us the dog's name)

#ask #prem stuff #seek tag #<3 <3 <3

[stringsofstarlight]

11:11🔮🤟🏼✨

       Part of me wants to say this is all mysterious, like not knowing what is fully happening, then each piece fits beautifully together in a geometric symphony of it all at once…the cosmic conductor I was waiting for, waving in time.   A spirited adventure through the ethers of all creation, I shall put these journeys to words, upon the morning of the morrow.   Glad to hear of a reprieve buzzing in the works, figured some people, got some pull, in some places, after some stuff gets done.😉     I love you always and forever.❤️‍🔥

Blessings and love to the family.💐🐝🍯🌈🐚💖🗽☺️🌶🔥🥂🥰🤟🏼

eternal love,

james.