#I’m so happy you seem excited btw!!! that is JOYOUS | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

harryandhishook · 3 years

Text

Don’t touch what isn’t yours! - Chapter 17 - FINAL

Fandom: Dream Daddy

Pairing: Damien x Robert, past Joseph x Robert

Setting: Maple Bay

Warning: Not really for this one, just fluff

Summary: Damien has been dating Robert for a while and their life is becoming slowly more and more domestic but unfortunately, someone has been watching and doesn’t like it one bit.

Words: 1464

Requested: I remember seeing an old posts about some really dark prompts and I thought about the cult ending of Dream Daddy so I jumped at the chance … then got really carried away (Btw, I wanted to contribute to the cult ending stuff so don’t @ me for this, normally I wouldn’t write Joseph like this)

Side note: That's it, that's the end of the story, also I know I said that I would upload these on Saturdays but apparently the universe just wanted to bite me on the ass and say nope, definitely Sundays, kept being dragged into doing things but it's uploaded and finished, hope you liked it :D

First // Prev

The day of Lucien’s graduation was here and it was one of the biggest days of his life. It seemed that Ernest couldn’t stop teasing his boyfriend over the silly gown he was wearing, well, that was until Hugo got revenge by making Lucien put his graduation cap on the youngest Vega’s head to take a cute picture, there was just one thing missing and that was slowly being helped into the school hall, Damien, one arm wrapped around Robert while the other held tightly onto a crutch and amazingly, not in a Victorian suit, just a casual shirt and slacks … doctors’ orders, which he was not happy about at all, but apparently too many clothes could hurt his recovering body, especially moving too much to put them all on.

“You must be proud of him, Damien, he’s really come a long way from being the rebellious teen a few years ago” Hugo commented as he shuffled in from behind the Victorian to watch Lucien happily fuss over his boyfriend from a distance who tried to look like he wasn’t impressed but the tiny little upturn of his lips told a completely different story,

“Yeah, more than I could possibly imagine, I guess I’m just glad I actually get to see this for myself instead of looking through photo albums” the Victorian commented, watching with nothing but love and awe in his eyes for his son, “and a bit of shock since he’s actually graduating with his year … but mostly proud” he chuckled, looking over at Hugo who was smiling incredibly wide at his friend beside him, “What?” he asked, confused at the smile his friend was sending his way which captured a chuckle from the teacher,

“I’m just really glad to see that you’re smiling and joking again … and apparently using Roberts humour, it’s definitely bringing back some light to the Cul-de-Sac again” he commented before turning back to the large gathering of students only to spot Lucien sitting happily on Ernest back as he walks him around the hall, who knew Ernest was strong enough to give someone a few years older than him a piggyback ride, “So, how was the proposal?” he asked with a cool demeaner but his entire aura screamed excitement,

“Oh … you know … graveyard picnic, a few amazing but definitely made up stories by Robert, a moonlight dance and Betsy giving me a ring with a beautifully handwritten note on her collar, the usual” Damien teased, trying to keep a nonchalant expression on his face but it didn’t last long as he quickly and definitely eagerly showed Hugo the ring itself, “It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me … did you know about this?” he asked as the teacher admired the absolutely beautiful engagement ring,

“Well, I didn’t know what he was going to do but I did know that he had been planning on asking you, mainly because Lucien had asked him if he was going to chicken out in front of us” the elder Vega explained before pulling back with a joyous smile pulled across his face for his friends, “I’m so happy for you, however, graduation is going to be starting soon so you might want to start heading over with the other parents to be seated” with a soft pat to his arm, Hugo scurried off to round up the students and persuade Ernest to be on his best behaviour as Robert pressed a kiss to Damien’s cheek, helping him through the hustle and bustle of the excited entourage of parents,

“I’m definitely rubbing off on you too much, you’re stealing my humour … needs a bit of work though, love” Robert whispered as they were directed to their seats, sitting down to wait for Lucien’s moment. The gruff man interlaced their fingers without even thinking as he leaned over to whisper, “He’s proud of you, you know, he’s proud of how far you’ve come and the fact that you get to see all this, he couldn’t be prouder of you” the man whispered to his Fiancé, squeezing their hands together gently. A weight was placed gently on Roberts shoulder as Damien lovingly laid his head against his lover, smiling lovingly as he allowed his imagination to run wild through his future life with his soon to be husband and his son.

The day continued on, his son walked up on stage with the biggest smile on his face to basically prove to anyone who doubted him that he made it and once it was over, once everyone had happily thrown their hats and practically danced around like they had just stopped the end of the world, everyone left to celebrate by having a drink or two … well, the adults went to have a drink, the kids went to pretend to drink alongside them. Hugo insisted that taking photos was a must so nearly every single one of them were forced into taking graduation photos, that included a family one so as Damien and Lucien sat on down on a little hill together, Robert watched on from a distance with a smile on his face,

“Oi! Cryptid hunter, get over here, this is a family photo” Lucien screamed towards the grumpy rugged man, earning a soft chuckle from the Victorian next to him,

“Yeah, exactly, family photo, you and your dad” Robert replied, arms crossed across his chest as he casually leaned again a wall nearby, he knew he shouldn’t intrude on this family moment, he wasn’t family, he was just the guy his dad was sleepi-

“Dad, get over here, you are family, you’re marrying my dad and in all honesty, I’ve had some definitely not nice wake-up calls in the house so get over here and join in” the emo argued which caught Robert crazily off guard as he pushed himself up off the wall, dropping his hands down to his sides,

“Did you just call m-“

“Ugh, yes, now get your ass over here, don’t make me spoil Frozen 2, I know you haven’t watched it yet” Lucien threated which seemed to cause the entire party to erupt into laughter as the man in question practically sprinted to the hill, skidding on his knees until he was pressed up against Lucien’s side, arms wrapped around the boy,

“Take the picture before my allergies play up, I can feel them flaring now” Robert demanded, trying to hide the fact he was actually feeling normal human feelings but it didn’t stop him from leaning into his soon to be step-son with a defeated yet loving and proud smile on his face.

And soon, the day came to an end, Damien was now wrapped around Robert’s back as the gruff man carried him back to their car while Hugo carried the crutches, but it seemed like two young things were missing,

“Wait, where are the boys?” the teacher asked, pausing the two lovers on their journey to turn back to find them,

“They weren’t too far behind us a few minutes ago, where could they have gotten too” Damien asked, using his high viewpoint as an advantage to find the two mischievous boys, “They couldn’t have gotten far” he mumbled to himself, a few little worried thoughts passed over him as he search but the little shake from under him seemed to stop the search as he realised the shake was from a chuckle,

“I think I’ve found them” all eyes turned towards the side of one of the school buildings where the two boys they had been searching for were currently standing, voices too far to be audible but from the way each of them were delicately moving their hands to touch each other did not need any explanation

The three parents watched at Lucien stepped closer, raising a hand to push a strand of hair from his boyfriends face, slowly leaning in as Ernest wrapped his arms around the emo’s neck before their lips touched and they shared their first kiss,

“Hugo, take a picture right now, I never want to forget this moment … and it’s great blackmail material” Damien whispered as Hugo was already raising the camera to commemorate this occasion … and also to have some blackmail to use against Ernest at any point in time, that and baby photos.

And that’s it, everyone was happy again, Damien and Mary were safe and were able to be the brother and sister they always were, Lucien and Ernest were together, Robert felt like he had a second chance at being a dad and the neighbourhood was back … partially … to how it was before, the Cul-de-Sac full of gay dads, a mother and crazy children, the perfect life.

#Dream Daddy #DDADDS #Damien Bloodmarch #Robert Small #Damien x Robert #SmallMarch #Lovers #Lucien Bloodmarch #Ernest Vega #Hugo Vega #Cult Ending

11 notes · View notes

winchesterandpie · 4 years

Text

Your Hand in My Hand (Fili x reader)

Pairing: Modern!Fili x reader

Modern!AU

Word Count: 1876

Warnings: pretty much just fluff!

A/N: So, guess who forgot until now that today is Fili Friday? That’s right, this girl! But I remembered, so you actually get this on Fili Friday! Based on the song “Die A Happy Man” by Thomas Rhett - it came on my spotify and this just kinda... happened? (Btw, link goes to the music video) Anyways, it hasn’t really been proofread, but hopefully there aren’t any glaring errors. Gif is not mine (got it from Google). Lyrics are in italics. Hope you enjoy!

Baby last night was hands down

One of the best nights

That I've had no doubt

Between the bottle of wine

And the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain

“Fili, look! It’s raining!” you nudged his arm excitedly as the falling droplets began to sound against the porch roof above them, though it didn’t drown out the old radio next to you.

“I see it, love,” Fili chuckled. You were too fascinated by the rain pouring down just a few feet away from you to see him looking down softly at you. He could live on the sight of you lighting up at the little joys you took from life.

“Well? Don’t just sit there! C’mon!” You were slipping out from under his arm, standing up from the porch swing before he could react.

“What are you doing?”

“You promised me a dance in the rain! I’m cashing it in!”

“Love, it’s pouring,” he said as though you couldn’t see it.

“That’s… that’s the point, Fee.”

“I don’t want you catching hypothermia.” You grinned up at him, utterly unconcerned about the possibilities, your only care in the world was getting to dance with Fili in the rain.

“I… Just one, alright?” You were his only soft spot, as his brother often teased him when they visited. He let you tug him up from his seat, using his other hand to turn up the music before pulling you into him with surprising speed.

His hand on your hip was probably the only thing keeping you from melting into him as you tried to keep up with him through the twists and turns. It wasn’t long before you were both soaked, your hair plastered to your head. Fili was still a little worried about your hypothermia risk but as your grin continued to sparkle up at him, his concern was fading to the background.

When you giggled… oh when he heard you laugh with that reckless abandon, he was lost. One song turned into two, and more inevitably followed as you drowned in each other and the music.

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough

That all I need in this life is your crazy love

If I never get to see the Northern lights

Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night

Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand

Baby, I could die a happy man

A happy man, baby, hmm

The next morning, Fili looked over at you, still sound asleep on the other side of the bed. The lazy sunlight hadn’t disturbed you yet, allowing him a few more precious moments to trace the contours of your face with his adoring gaze.

When you stirred, he immediately was concerned that he’d made some noise that disturbed you, but all you did was shift closer to him, cuddling into his chest before settling back down. Gently, he dropped a kiss to the top of your head, seized with the urge to express how utterly and completely in love he was with you. In his heart, he knew there were no words that could ever convey it fully but nothing would keep him from taking every opportunity to try.

With you held securely in his arms, his mind wandered to the dreams he’d had before meeting you. Now, they looked like nothing more than amusing diversions, for he was content to give all of them up if it meant waking up with you in his arms like this every morning.

Baby and that red dress brings me to my knees

Oh but that black dress makes it hard to breathe

You're a saint, you're a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece

It's too good to be true, nothing better than you

In my wildest dreams

Fili heard your footsteps on the stairs, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight of you. The black dress fit you just right and his breath hitched as you came toward him.

“Is it ok?” You sounded nervous, almost timid as you asked, unsure how to interpret his stare.

“Darling, you…” He shook his head wonderingly, crossing the distance between you and grasping your upper arms as he looked you up and down again. Eventually, he realized he didn’t have words and opted to touch his forehead to yours instead. Blush spread across your cheeks faintly at the sheer depth of love in his gaze.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours with every word until he gave in and kissed you thoroughly.

I don't need no vacation, no fancy destination

Baby, you're my great escape

We could stay at home, listen to the radio

Or dance around the fireplace

Fili could really do with a vacation. That’s what he told himself as he returned from work, tired of dealing with the endless meetings, uncooperative colleagues, and clients that were occasionally downright rude.

You knew something was off when you heard the door shut and Fili didn’t call out a greeting to you as he usually did. Just as well you’d decided to make his favorite for dinner when you’d gotten off work early today. Still, his sweet tooth made you think it might be better to take him a plate of dessert first. Going with that idea, you cut a slice of the confection for the both of you.

He didn’t look over as you set the dessert on the side table, barely reacting as you settled next to him on the couch.

“You wanna talk about it?” you offered quietly. Fili shook his head but finally turned to you, allowing you to see the exhaustion written over every inch of him. Gently, but insistently, you tugged him into your embrace.

Slowly, he melted into you, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck as your fingers carded through his hair. You smiled as Fili pressed a soft kiss where his lips rested on your skin, muttering a quiet “Thank you” against your neck.

Later in the evening, when dinner was gone and second helpings of dessert had disappeared from the plates, it was like the day at work and its gloom had disappeared as well. Your wildly exaggerated impression of an interaction at work had left him in stitches of laughter, and you were satisfied that he was alright.

Doing the dishes together, the radio was on in the background as it so often was. His arms slid around your waist and you turned to face him. You giggled at the feigned indignant noise he made when you buried your soap-bubbly fingers into his blond hair.

Only you could ever make him feel weightless like this, make his troubles vanish as easily as the rising sun banished the night’s darkness.

And if I never get to build my mansion in Georgia

Or drive a sports car up the coast of California

Well if all I got is your hand in my hand

Baby, I could die a happy man

Strolling through the park, Fili couldn’t help but admire how you seemed to glow in the light of the lampposts. In all the time he’d known you, you’d turned his world upside down in so many ways. Plans he’d made long ago lay forgotten in distant memory. He found he didn’t mind the loss, so long as he had you smiling at him like you were now.

Sure, he’d taken you on what he would consider the most romantic date of your relationship so far (not to pat himself on the back or anything), but it didn’t matter if all he’d done was put his arm around your shoulder absentmindedly at home. You always looked at him like he was your world. You certainly were his.

Impulsively, he grasped your hand tighter and pulled you off the main path toward a less frequented one.

“Fee, wait up! You know I can’t keep up in these shoes!” you giggled as you stumbled along after him.

“Sorry, love.” He grinned a little sheepishly, consciously slowing his pace so you were beside him. “I got excited.”

You didn’t say anything, but time seemed to slow for Fili as you returned a fond smile. That was all he needed to solidify his resolve as he slowed to a stop. You didn’t notice immediately, going a few steps farther before realizing he was no longer by your side.

“Fee?”

As you turned, your hand lifted to your mouth when you saw him on one knee in front of you. Blue eyes nervously met yours as his words seemed to stick in his throat. His stomach felt like it was full of butterflies? No, more like it was filled to the brim with hyperactive dragons.

“Y/N, I… I love you,” he started, nerves settling when he saw the emotion in your sparkling eyes. “Life’s been better since you’ve been by my side. I don’t mean that it’s necessarily gone smoothly because there was the time when the apartment caught fire, and the other time when I got fired, and then the one time we decided to go camping and nature decided there should be a blizzard… in September…” Fili cut himself off in the middle of his ramblings when you loosed a watery chuckle at the memories.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t really care what happens after this, because I know that I could get through anything so long as I’ve got your hand in my hand,” His blue gaze never left yours while he pulled the ring from his pocket before continuing. “So what do you say? Will you face it all with me? Will you marry me, love?”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out, so you shut it again and just nodded. You reached out with both hands as you approached him, falling into his embrace when you were close enough. He missed the feel of you as he pulled back just enough to cradle your cheek in his hand for a moment, brushing away the tears that slipped free.

Just when he didn’t think it got any better, when he was ready to wish he could freeze that moment forever with you, you surged forward to kiss him and the world faded. You kissed him soundly, inexpressibly joyous and so in love with Fili.

When the two of you finally parted slowly, you nudged his nose with yours as your eyes sparkled gleefully, not quite ready for it to be over. Gently, he lifted your left hand to press a kiss to the knuckles before sliding the ring onto your finger.

Eventually, of course, you had to return to your apartment, so he offered his hand for you to take. Without hesitation, you intertwined your fingers with his, impulsively leaning close to steal another quick kiss to his lips before allowing him to lead the way home. As you walked hand in hand, he gazed wonderingly down at you, unsure exactly how he’d gotten so lucky as to have you love him so.

And oh how he loved you in return.

Thanks for reading guys!! Love you all!

Forever Tags:

@riddikulus-obsessions @addictionmarvel @peppermint--teas @mercedesbarnes @javapeach @thophil2941btw

Modern!Dwarves Tags:

@random-thoughts-003

If you want to be added to my tag list, just shoot me a message or an ask! If your tag isn’t underlined, then it wouldn’t let me tag you, I’m so sorry!!

#Fili x reader #fili x you #fili #fili friday #fluff friday #fluffy friday #fluff #song fic #modern!au #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction

85 notes · View notes

somilkyshaky · 4 years

Text

S4 Trailer analysis

You wanted analyses? Well, here you go!

I don’t pretend to see everything and know everything; I’m just sharing with you my interpretation and my thoughts (and a lot of my excitment too).

I already did this kind of “analysis” for all the clips of the first episode of season 2, so if you already read them, it’s clearly the same kind of thing.

Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy!

(I allowed myself to take the trailer’s screenshots from @inmyarmswrappedin, thank you for sharing them in the tag!)

I don’t want to take to much time with the date changing color because a lot of people already talked about it. Just, it’s really symbolic to pass the 9th April from yellow to white to say that this date is long gone; and then showing the 3rd September in yellow to say that it’s the new date.

ANYWAY! Let’s get into it!

Okay, first row of quick extracts:

First shot and we have a worried Amira, walking alone. “The season is about her and the problems she needs to deal with, alone”, that’s clearly what they’re telling us here. (I love this light scarf btw)

Okay, first I thought she was smoking and I was like “EXCUSE ME? What the hell is happening?” but then I just opened my eyes and breathed again. We have Cris, maybe Viri in the background? The two other hands I’m like “I don’t know but maybe Eva/Joana and Lucas?”.

We have Amira in the middle of the shot, as if the world was turning around her, but she’s not “a part of it” you know? She again clearly seems worried. We understand here that she doesn’t feel that comfortable in her group of friends.

Finally, we see our queen SMILING! I kind of feel that the entire trailer is composed by parallels between two worlds (like for the poster of the season). We were with the girl/boy squad and now we have a new character that I suppose to be a girl from Amira’s association (the “morocco” poster). We also were with a group and here there’s something more intimate with only one person. The colors were cold, here they’re warm. Clearly, this shot is here in opposition, in contrast, with the one before (AND DAMN I’M HERE FOR THAT).

Amira alone again, it closes the loop and the first “row of quick extracts”. She seems confident, maybe she does her makeup or something?

Oh, I haven’t said it yet, but GOD ALL THOSE SHOTS ARE *chef kiss*.

“I know we said we'd see each other. / I know we accorded a meeting.” when the old date appears, come on… Stop being so amazing would you? Plus, the fact that she starts talking when the dates appear is just the kind of small details in the editing that I love.

Okay… We’re back here. I first wanted to compare the two trailers, but it seems that they removed the old one… so, let’s use my messy memory.

Amira is confident, looking straight to the camera, even a small (really small) smile/smirk, but the chin still a little down, so… I have mixed feelings about this shot (confident but not THAT much).

Anyway, I think they just wanted to connect the two trailers. Btw I think that anyway we were supposed to have a second trailer since we have the same shot? In the first trailer Amira is strong and confident about her beliefs and she’s even “angry” at all the comments she receives, but as we’ll see, in this trailer, she seems pretty lost.

Second row of extracts:

Lucas spilling his drink on Amira… I don’t know what it could mean, but since we kind of “know” what will happen, I would say that it’s another way to show the “I don’t know if I feel that accepted/comfortable in my group of friends anymore.”

Okay, THIS, this is brilliant. (Plus, I guess this is our Spanish Yousef? Ok, OK, he’s cute.)

Both boys in the same side of the shot with Amira’s back and both looking at her with heart-eyes and with a more than cute smile; well, it’s just brilliant to introduce them that way.

AND AGAIN, the shots are showed as parallels/opposition.

(I don’t know if this shot is an extend of the shot with Dani just before, because in a way, I think it could fit, I really don’t know. All I can say is that she’s opening the door at someone she doesn’t want to see.)

I think that all the quick extracts are in Amira’s head (the Amira who’s looking at us in the trailer). Because after seeing the boys, we have again Amira alone and, in her room, kind of thinking about all of this and even praying. I think that it’s a way to show us, the kind of guidance that her religion is for Amira; when she doubts, she turns toward it. I LOVE THAT. They’re showing us so many things.

“Sorry I stood you up / I'm sorry for not showing up.” when this face appears. Damn, she seems so lost, confused and scared… The mouth is falling, she doesn’t look at us anymore, the frown and her eyes… phew… I’m not ready to see her suffer…

If I keep my theory that this Amira is reacting to her own thoughts (the extracts), it clearly shows that the boys are confusing her, like, A LOT.

(Oh, and maybe if we try to fit the sentence with the shots, maybe she stood up one or the two boys?)

Third row of extracts:

I don’t know how to interpret this shot, but DAMN IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL. (Maybe it’s the Koran? So the symbolism of the religion is back)

Some Amiris content. I’m here for that, like, I’M HERE FOR THAT. Just a quick thought though. It’s like Amira is cheering up Cris (I’m not ready to see her also suffer).

Um… Is it from the same scene? Are we really gonna have a friendship between Amira and Alejandro? Damn Skam España, I’m not ready for that. Btw, I have nothing to say because it’s clear that they’re smiling and happy (Just, Alejandro with teary eyes, that’s cute).

A Mosque with a wonderful shot again, wow… We still have the really important place of religion in Amira’s life, and the fact that it shows up after some moments with her friends, and maybe her role of “advisor”? I like that.

And then we’re back at something “dark” and “negative” feelings. It seems that she’s doubting, scared? Just look at her eyes… (small parallel to s2 and Cris in the car)

Is it a symbolism that shows that even if there’s her friends and religion, she’s still troubled? Confused?

The more we progress in the trailer, the more we see Amira in distress… It’s so at the opposite from the first one when she was strong against all the comments. Here, all those thoughts are really invasive and are confusing her so much. Her eyes were closed and now she even covers them, she can’t hold all this pressure anymore.

Fourth row of quick extracts, which is clearly shorter than the others:

Okay, these three shots clearly need to be analyzed with each other. It’s kind of a mirror. We have Amiris, we have Amira-Cris-and the girl from the beginning (I guess?) and then we have Amira and again this girl (I’m really not sure).

The first picture, we have an Amiris hug but… it’s like Amira doesn’t want it? So maybe a not that positive moment?

The second picture, it seems like Amira is in the middle of a conversation between the new character and Cris. And again, it doesn’t seem like a “good moment” you know? Amira is like “My goodness what am I doing here? I don’t want to be here. Send help.” (pinched lips, raised eyebrows and a little too opened eye.) The new character is like “Sorry but, it doesn’t work like that” and Cris is like “Oh… I really don’t know what to say right now…” (not sad, but… lost?). It’s not an argument, but it’s not a calm nor joyous, nor friendly conversation you see?

The last shot is with the new character (I guess) taking pictures of Amira in an AMAZING place what the? I LOVE THAT.

What I’m trying to say with all of this is that in the first picture Amira doesn’t feel good with Cris, then we have kind of a ““conflict””, the moment when the two worlds collide, and then we have a positive (?) moment with the new character, but not Cris. Meaning that Amira is starting maybe to choose one of her two worlds? THIS IS SO INTERESTING AAAAAHHH.

Still a completely confused Amira here. She’s still talking while the extracts stop, maybe meaning that she’s completely overwhelmed.

Fifth row of extracts:

These two shots follow each other and we have a clearly happy Amira with Spanish Yousef.

We ALSO have a clearly happy Amira with Dani, which is YES a parallel with the two shots from before (interesting, Dani always shows up after the other boy).

“I needed time to process everything that's happened. / I needed time to process everything that has happened to me.” stops here.

“I needed time” was present while we had Cris and the other girl on screen. She needed time with her friends (most important friend) “to process what happened” with the two boys? With 6 pictures and a well-placed sentence, the producers show us one of the most important plot (I guess) of the season (a freaking love triangle, aaaaaaah).

A confused and clearly overwhelmed Amira here… As I said, the more we go through the trailer, the more we see a completely lost Amira.

Those are clearly judging eyes my girls (or at least, not understanding eyes? angry? disappointed?). Maybe it’s showing the fact that the girls are not going to help her? Are going to left her? (there’s not Cris here btw, good sign? I hope.)

And here the distress at its highest point… Teary eyes, her mother (I guess) holding her, since most of the time it’s Amira who’s holding and supportive everyone, it’s… har to watch (I’m going to cry so much with this season I’m not ready). An opposition? The girls are leaving, but her family is here for her?

To reinforce my theory that this Amira is thinking about the extracts is her looking to the right, it’s the sign of someone trying to remember or I don’t know, thinking about something.

Sixth row of quick extracts:

Amira’s reaction to Ruben coming to kiss her cheek is the entire fandom when a clip with him will show up. No but more seriously, I can’t wait to see this scene (and everything that his presence implies for Crisana/Croana, because, come on, why would they make him come back then?)

I AM NOT READY TO SEE THIS WONDERFUL WOMAN SUFFER.

This shot is beautiful… And I think it’s Amira and Dani up there. (I think it’s from the same clip than a another shot with Dani a little higher, in the fourth row of extracts.)

Again, these two shots are mirroring each other. Amira is talking with both boys and to be honest, I think that’s great, communication. (And come one… a talk on swings? Aaaaaaaah) Something I just noticed, for the first picture, it’s like Amira doesn’t want to talk with Spanish Yousef and he seems a little disappointed? (it’s like his smile/mouth is falling.)

I don’t have a lot to say here. Juts the fact that she’s silent and just remembering/thinking? about everything that happened.

Seventh and last row of quick extract:

It’s the first time we see Dani without a parallel with Spanish Yousef. And COME ON, the CLOSENESS. It’s clearly here to show the “tension”, the attraction between these two (even if clearly I think that everyone already noticed it).

Again, it’s an Amiris scene but… there’s this kind of tension here? Like none of them seems joyous or cheerful. Amira doesn’t smile, her face is closed, we could even say that she’s lost (and not sad but kind of? Maybe even annoyed?), while Cris has the “I don’t know what to do/say” face.

NOPE- NOPE. Take it back, I’m not seeing her suffer again. NO WAY.

More seriously, this scene seems so… powerful? It’s like the camera his turning around her, or at least, the camera is clearly moving and um… she’s alone in the shot? I don’t like what’s happening. The mouth is falling, the eyebrows are down, the eyes are teary, I think you all understand it, she’s worried, maybe even lost. I don’t see anger though; it’s just pure worry and I have this feeling that she’s ready to burst into tears? (I don’t know why, just a feeling I’ve got, deep down).

Plus, the fact that Joana is shown just after a shot with Cris? I don’t like it (I already said that no?). And also, not all the characters are shown in the trailer (the boys), is it meaning that she’ll have something important to do in the season? We’ll see guys, but I really can’t wait discover her storyline.

Dani and Amira, again. I think it’s from the same clip with Ruben and MAYBE the party with Lucas spilling his drinks.

Okay… I’m not confused, but almost. This parallel is… strange. We see Dani at the party, we see Spanish Yousef (btw I think it’s also coming from a scene we already saw some shots before) and now we have Dani again, but this time we see AMIRA (and omg this shot is so beautiful with her bringing her hand near Dani’s cheek).

I really don’t know how to interpret that because it seems like Dani is taking more space than Spanish Yousef in this sequence of extracts, especially with the fact that we see his back and Amira smiling at him, AND ESPECIALLY if I follow my thinking about being in her thoughts. Are they already telling us Amira’s choice? (I don’t think so, but, it’s interesting).

And then, AND THEN, we have THIS, and omg I love that. Nora with a supportive and understanding gaze, both girls holding hands, Amira being vulnerable and clearly lost… It’s… wow. Plus, the fact that the sequence of extracts stops with Amira confiding in a friend? (clearly showing that, even if all of this mess is happening around her, she will find someone to help or at least advise her) especially Nora? I love it, really. We all know the symbolism behind the Sana/Noora talk and if Skam Sspaña is really going to do THIS, I mean, it’s powerful.

The fact that she leaves the shot still confused shows us that there’s still a lot to come and that this trailer shows us nothing compared to what’s coming. I love that. Really.

And, “Should we meet up and I'll tell you about it? / What if we met and I tell you about it?" OOOOH, HELL YEAH, I’M HERE FOR THAT AMIRA!

More seriously, I like the fact that even if we have a clearly lost Amira in this trailer, the song closing the trailer says “I’m the boss”, showing that she’s going to be strong and that this season is gonna rock.

Soooo, what this trailer is telling us about season 4? SPOILER, it tells us A LOT of things.

We will have something with Amira not feeling accepted, or kind of having mixed feelings about the girl/boy squad; but she will also find new friends (aka the new girl character). Cris/Amiris will have an important role in this season since we saw her many times. We will see Amira’s life more in depth with her relation with religion, photography and we’ll also see her family (the hug with her mother). With Ruben and Joana’s worried face, I guess we’ll have to face some Crisana/Croana drama (wouhou). We will maybe also see Nora and her healing process after Miqhell (I really hope so). OF COURSE, we’ll see how Amira will deal with her feelings for two boys: Dani and Spanish Yousef (damn, if it’s not him, I think we’ll all be clowns).

And in a wider picture, we’ll see how a Muslim teenage girl is dealing with her emotions, her life problems, and her identity during ten WONDERFUL weeks.

Phew… It was long to write all of this. I surely missed A LOT of things, and a lot of ideas will come to me in the next two weeks (stay tune I might reblog and write some stuff), but it’s really something I wanted to write right now since this trailer is really amazing.

Plus, just something to conclude. The trailer is here to build the hype. Remember, they know that we know the storyline. They clearly can “““bait””” us, and try to make us see things that are completely different from the actual season. So, stay critical. But anyway, they did an amazing job with this trailer and I think we’re gonna have a wonderful last season for Eskam.

I hope you enjoyed reading me; have a nice day and try not to hyperventilate whenever new information about the season come. See you soon!

#skam españa #skam españa s4 #clips s4 #analysis #if it doesn't show up in the tags #I'm gonna cry

24 notes · View notes

muthaz-rapapa · 4 years

Text

Rewatch: Mahou Tsukai Precure Ep 3

Hey hey hey~!

I made it to Sunday with another MahoPre post again! Praise me, won’t you?

*bows extravagantly* ( -∀-)シ

ALSO, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL YOU GREAT MOMMIES OUT THERE!! WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT YOU?! (｡^▽^｡)/ ♡

Yaaaaa, you know the animation quality really went up when not only the new transformation sequence was top notch but the episode it debuted in was as well. Really! Everything was so sparkly and purdy~

Like Mirai and Mofu-chan’s excited faces, kyaaaaa~! xD

Ahem, so we start off with Mirai calling home and let’s just say she’s very lucky it was Grandma who picked up.

I don’t know how long Mirai’s been gone but judging by how Grandma’s first question is about Mirai’s search instead of asking where she is right now, maybe she hasn’t been gone too long to raise any alarms yet.

In any case, the beginning of the phone call was hilarious cuz though Grandma shares Mirai’s belief in witches and magic, I’m pretty sure she never expected for Mirai to be contacting her from another realm, much less hear that she’s become a witch herself.

She’s like “Huh? Wut?” xD;

And then there’s Mirai. Oh god, Mirai.

She really is the type to spill almost every detail out in a jumbled manner and gesture frantically on the other end of the line even though there’s no way her Grandma can actually see her, lol I do the same thing when I talk over the phone

Meanwhile, Headmaster and Riko are just standing awkwardly in the background, watching this girl play charades in front of a crystal ball.

(^ ∀ ^ ;;)

Anyways, despite all the rushed explanations, Mirai wants to attend class here and asks for permission.

Naturally, any normal parent/guardian would say “no” because first of all, what the heck is she going on about? Flying brooms? Magic World? WAT? Did you hit your head while playing or something?

I mean, even the most understanding person would just assume Mirai found a new friend at the playground who introduced her to some secret hangout or whatever and that Mirai just wants to stay out longer to have fun, that’s all.

But nuh-uh! Mirai’s really in the Magic World right now and she really wants to enroll in magic school for the rest of spring break!

Miraculously (and again, she is so lucky it was Grandma who picked up), she does get the okay.

Grandma actually believes Mirai will be alright with these strangers in some foreign place she’s never heard of. She’s never met them, there’s no address or even a phone number she can call to check up on Mirai. For all she knows, her granddaughter could’ve been tricked and kidnapped by some shady hoodlums.

But over the phone, it doesn’t seem that Mirai is any danger...and since she sounds so eager, well then, alright. Grandma chooses to trust Mirai.

Cue joyous, major squee-able hug! <D

But on a serious note, PLEASE DO NOT ALLOW THIS IN REAL LIFE, OKAY?!

(O_ O ;;)

It’s somewhat forgivable in an children’s anime where things are more idyllic and even Mirai’s situation is an exception among exceptions because of plox.

But if your kid is asking to stay out in some vague location with people who don’t have your trust to look out for their well-being, then you get in your car or call the police or do whatever’s necessary to bring them home immediately!

...come to think of it, I wonder how Mirai’s parents reacted when Grandma told them the news. By the time Mirai got back home, they seemed pretty cool with it but Mirai should’ve at least called them every day (off-screen) to ensure she’s alright so that they didn’t have to worry a lot while she was away.

I dunno, please don’t mind me too much on this matter. I'm just very sensitive when it comes to the safety of children, that’s all. The news and living in the city scared me into being cautious.

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind becoming an Uber driver as long it’s a magic carpet I’m flying.

But I’m not sure what the insurance policy on that is like and it doesn’t look like there are seat belts either which is a tad bit concerning. Hmm...

Bouncy-wouncy flippy-floppy Mofurun~!

Look at this happy bear~! She’s having the time of her life!

Ugh, my heart~!!! x3333

I believe this is the first time Mirai’s had the chance to tell Riko something about herself and it’s quite nice that Riko was the one who (sorta) initiated the interest this time around.

We all know what Riko’s like. She’s not fond of people being too chummy with her because if they get to know her, they’ll learn how bad she is at magic as well. That’s why she’s always trying to maintain a distance. Trying not to interact with others too much and not volunteer too much info about herself so she can uphold an image she doesn’t really possess and protect where she’s most vulnerable. Tsundere defense mechanism in the works.

For her to reach out to Mirai, even if it’s only out of some courteous small talk and minimal curiosity, maybe it means she’s gradually becoming more comfortable. At least in Mirai’s company, there’s no need to have her guard up that high and she can talk to someone normally for once.

Mirai, on the other hand, is the honest type through and through and is thrilled to share anything about what she loves.

Her bright, sincere personality and close relationship with her grandma shows how well she was raised because no matter how wild or out of this world Mirai’s thoughts can get sometimes, those closest to her never ridiculed or made her think less of herself for that. That’s why she’s almost always able to face anything with open optimism. She’s free to be unapologetically herself because she has that kind of reassurance.

It’s a security that many people would die to have.

And Riko is one of those people.

Listening to Mirai talk warmly about her grandmother brings a slightly lonely expression to her face because Riko doesn’t have anyone like that. No one whom she can talk to about anything and everything, no one whom she can show her true self to without fear of being judged by them.

No one to call a real friend.

Well, guess what, Riko? Ya got right one in front of ya, dont’cha? Hahaha~!

She just doesn’t realize it yet.

Moving along, damn, the whole island is occupied by magic merchants and their shops!

Diagon Alley can’t even begin to compare!

Yep. If there’s any Precure universe I want to live in, it’s definitely this one! 8D

At the center of the giant square, of course there’s a statue and of course there’s a story to go along with it and of course, there’s an old man (by the name of Mr. Hook) just waiting to tell that story to whoever’s new in town.

Nevertheless, this story is a rather interesting one in respect to the Linkle Stone Ruby that’s set to appear later.

The Merchant Alley is where people gather to sell their trades and goods. It’s a place where they can share the work they’re proud of and passionate about.

And Ruby is the Linkle Stone of what? Passion.

So the Passion Flame was pretty much the Linkle Stone Ruby all along and it returned to remind the people of the magic they still have within themselves.

This slightly debunks the idea that the Linkle Stones will only appear when Precure do but it doesn’t change the fact that Ruby’s true form didn’t manifest until Mirai and Riko came to the Alley.

Anyways, on another note, isn’t it an extremely heartwarming thought that even though Mother Rapapa has been gone for centuries, her magic hasn’t disappeared and that it still extends itself to help people when they’re in need? Even now, Mother Rapapa still loves and wants to protect the world she defended with her very life which just goes to prove that the most ancient and most powerful magic of all is indeed, love.

Love never dying means magic never dying.

Aaaaahhhh~, that’s so beautiful! *sniff* <’D

Aww, but I wanted to hear about Pegasus Lane!

( •́ ∧ •̀ )

Ok, ok, maybe some other time.

At least we got Riko taking Mirai’s hand to lead her away instead. Me is a happy gurl~ <3

But then Mofurun says she smells something sweet and duh, it��s clearly Ruby sitting in the statue’s lamp but they don’t know that yet so they all assume it’s just the cotton candy from a street vendor near by.

Well, their reaction was adorbs anyway.

D’aww, omgawd, look at Mirai, trying to tug Riko in the direction of sweets and Riko having none of that. Kekekeke! xD

Ok, before we go in, I just want to say that I adore Francois and all the fabulousness he’s packaged with!

But more than that, I love how he’s always so kind to people who visit his shop, especially the girls. He’s always eager to give them the best fashion he can offer and since he learned his trade in the Mundane World, it’s probably safe to say he isn’t at all prejudiced against anyone from there either.

But also, also...!!

He knows how to recognize CUTE when he sees it!

Oh yea, Francois is my spirit animal.

Poor Mofurun, though. She looks so traumatized. xD;

My daughter is soooooo cute! Don’t you agree?

*pokes you in the back with ten needles* (*°∀°)

Man, if I could do magic......I would probably still go out to buy clothes instead of making them myself. It’s less about not having the talent to design and more about gathering the material that would be a pain for me. I’d rather leave that to the professionals.

That said, since it’s magic we’re talking about, I hope retail prices are a lot lower over there since production requires less manual labor. Or should it be magical labor?

Well, it takes less time if an outfit can be fitted and finished within the hour so that’s a plus at least.

Mmhmm. *nods appreciatively*

I wasn’t lying when I said this uniform is one of my (if not the) top favorite school uniform designs across all Precure seasons.

The colors, the plaid bows, and ugh, the HAT!!

...I wanna be a witch, too. TwT

Honestly, Francois is just one of the best recurring characters. Period.

He’s so thoughtful, going the extra mile even when he doesn’t really have to. He’s not in it for the famous name or money, he just wants to make sure his clients look good and feel good looking good.

What an artisan!

(Btw, Mofurun still uses the same pouch when Mirai grows up and I just find that so awesome because they’re continuing to treat a gift from Francois with such care~ <3)

I mean, fixing a loose button is a small task. Hardly worth mentioning but with Riko falling so often (*discontent Riko noises*), you’d think Francois would be exasperated about her always ruining her clothes.

Nope.

He just goes and sews it back in place without charge, gently telling Riko in his own special way for her to be more careful.

Riko doesn’t miss the sentiment behind his words and really, you’d have to be blind to not see how all the people Riko knows really care about her.

More locals to meet and this one is Todd and he sells produce!

Not much to say about him other than he’s a nice dude, offering Mirai a sample of what a Frozen Clementine really tastes like.

lol, oh Riko, don’t take it so personally. These things happen. <D;

Also, that’s two strikes for Riko today. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town was aware of how clumsy she is.

At least, none of them are mean about it or deliberately poking fun at her. Riko’s just a little too sensitive is all.

Again, the shifts through Riko’s many faces when eating clementines are fun to watch.

It’s okay, Riko! You’ll get there eventually!

Wouldn’t put it past an eccentric, old man like him to do something like that.

I mean, I’m positive that the Headmaster’s character is partially inspired by Albus Dumbledore who also fits these kind of descriptions so yea...

YEA.

Meanwhile, I am living for the savageness that Cathy is unrepentantly laying on the Deputy Headmistress concerning her stickler-policy/no-outsider opinions.

Nothing against the Deputy Head since she does come around eventually but hell yea, Miss Sassy Crystal Ball! xD;

Next up is Gustav’s, where Mirai gets her own broom!

God, I love this broom so much. It’s simple but so charming!! Perfect for a young witch!

Nooooooo, Riko-chan~

That’s not what she meant! (^ ∀ ^ ;;)

Ooo, that’s three strikes now!

Riko really can’t catch a break, huh?

I wonder how many times everybody in town has heard this reply, lol

Y’know, these shopkeepers have known Riko since she was little so for them to comment on Mirai accompanying her today just further supports the idea that they’re always watching out for her however they can.

Riko’s an awkward kid who’s trying too hard to act and see through the eyes of an adult and that’s why she blunders so much.

But perhaps, if they were to point that out too directly, it’ll just make Riko feel more ashamed or make her more stubborn than she already is.

If that’s true, then I’d like to think they all agreed to just give Riko her space and let her grow into it in her own time. They’ll still support her every now and then (because she needs it) but they won’t overdo it to the point where she’ll notice and misunderstand it as an remark on her poor skills in magic.

Anyways, at least Gustav seems happy to see Riko’s finally got a friend to spend time with. As much as Riko’s unsure about calling Mirai her friend, no one’s going to deny that Riko not being alone anymore is a good thing for her, hehe~

They got to eat cotton candy, after all! YAY~!

Gotta say, this might just be the best way to eat cotton candy cuz it just levitates a little above your hand and you don’t have to worry about holding onto a stick and then the candy melting onto the stick and your hands getting messy cuz of that and whatnot.

Also, it really makes it look like you’re munchin’ on a cloud. Cute, right? :D

So far, Mirai is having a superb day. She got the whole magic user starter kit and it really feels like she’s become a witch now.

But as Riko says, it takes more than just looking the part to be a genuine practitioner of magic.

I wonder if she realizes how contradictory she sounds here because if she knew that all along, then that would label her search for the Emerald as hypocritical.

Though it’s possible she only realized this after coming back from her recent trip to the Mundane World empty-handed.

Still, there’s no doubt the Emerald’s profound and mythical qualities would be desired by many, including those who are efficient in magic. Nobody is really sure what it’s capable of but since it’s reputed to be the rarest and most powerful of the Linkle Stones, we can at least expect it to live up to its name in some way.

And when Riko overheard the Headmaster talking about it in his office, well, who can really blame her for shooting off to go find it then?

If anything, had she found it, Riko probably would’ve used the Emerald to figure out why her magic seldom worked out the way she wanted it to. Then from there, she’d do whatever she could in her own power to make herself a great witch.

...Maybe.

Mirai, however, is more impressed by how brave and aggressive Riko is on fulfilling her dream.

In fact, she’s more amazed by Riko than the Emerald itself and doesn’t think her search for the Emerald sounds ridiculous at all.

To her, Riko is a hard worker and she should be acknowledged just for how much effort she puts into becoming a witch worthy of respect.

But when she asks what Riko means by stuff like “excellent” or “splendid”, even Riko’s not sure.

Of course, even if you have a good amount of magical prowess, that doesn’t automatically mean you’re a great magic user.

Rather, it should be how you use your magic that determines whether you are great or not.

I guess that’s why Riko suddenly turned that question back on Mirai. Because as of this moment, she’s only looking for ways to cast her spells without them backfiring on her. She hasn’t given much thought on what she can do with magic once she does have it in her hands.

Riko doesn’t have an answer yet. And because she doesn’t want to appear like she doesn’t, her walls go up again in an attempt to prevent anyone else from realizing how unsure she actually is inside.

But you know what?

Mirai’s not sure about her own dream either.

She’s never thought of it before now and nothing really comes to mind just because she’s asked out of the blue like this. However, that doesn’t really bother her.

It’d be awesome if one day, she can find something to dedicate herself to like Riko does...but until then, there’s no need to rush or stress it. If she’s meant to find it, then she’ll find it eventually.

Having a dream should be a wonderful thing, after all. It’s not something you must have but something you want, something you choose to pursue.

I believe that’s what makes Riko so special in Mirai’s eyes. Because despite all the doubts and hardships that come with it, Mirai can tell Riko truly cherishes her desire to become a fine witch some day.

If she didn’t, Riko wouldn’t have needed to try so hard. But she did and is still trying because she really wants it. That is what earned her Mirai’s admiration.

Not sure if those feelings reached Riko but at least it seems that she knows Mirai respects and understands her to extent in that regard, which then draws out a smile from her as well.

Cuz c’mon, it’s just nice to talk these things out with a friend.

That’s right, they’re definitely friends now.

They’re laughing together and the atmosphere is very light and pleasant and happy.

Just look at Mofurun, the perfect mood indicator. If that’s not enough to show how well our girls are getting along, then I don’t know what is.

Ugh, unfortunately if there’s a good mood going on, a mood ruiner is never too far off.

This time it’s Sparda and she introduces herself by stealing Mirai’s Diamond pendant. *GASP* BAD! >:(

Demands are made for the Emerald’s location, Mirai loudly defies the villain again and villain decide to wreck things as a response. Yada yada yada, same old, same old.

Except with them missing one Diamond and unable to transform into Precure, they really can’t do anything to stop Sparda.

As the situation becomes grimmer, so does the anger start to build within Riko as she surveys the damage of the town.

We even get a mini-montage of a younger Riko (OMG ISN’T SHE THE SWEETEST LIL’ WITCH-IN-TRAINING?!?!? KYAAA~!!! xDD) on her first time visiting all the shops, essentially telling us how many important memories she’s made here and how much the people who helped her mean to her.

This finally, finally makes her blow her top.

How dare this cretin selfishly trample all over the innocent people trying to do their daily jobs peacefully! How dare this insect woman make a mess of their community, a place where everybody works so hard to support each other, without remorse!

That is absolutely unforgivable!!

...but at the same time, Riko releasing her anger is just what they needed. Her feelings are now fully synchronized with Mirai’s...

...which causes the Ruby to awaken and reveal its true form to them.

Hmm, this is really fascinating because we can interpret it to mean that passion, the idea that the Ruby represents, is linked to many emotions and not just a strong sense of love towards something.

Or you can say even “negative” emotions like anger or sorrow can also be proof of a very strong love.

Considering that rage and passion are often symbolized through flames and fire imagery, I’d say that the connection between those two is really appropriate for these turn of events.

But moving along...

THE BIRTH OF RUBY STYLE~!!!

(⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

I’ll go into my thoughts on this design another day but ahhh, I do so love this Form Change to death. Have a hard time deciding if this is my top favorite among the MahoPre forms.

As for the battle, well, sad to say this one wasn’t worth writing home about either. And I think the animation quality dropped a little around this part of the ep. Not sure why there’s a sudden inconsistency when there wasn’t that much “fighting” going on.

But again, I’m not here to write about the battle scenes (until maybe post-Felice debut), which are more or less the same anyway so I’d just be repeating myself if I were. I’m here for the chemistry between the girls, the character studies and so on.

Some key highlights, though, because I couldn’t ignore them:

Mofurun catching the Diamond back like one would catch a home run ball.

I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, MY BABY!!!!!

This kick.

This kick is everything.

Miracle and Magical grabbing each other’s hands to help propel their feet at the Yokubaru.

And then the ice thawing immediately upon impact, a call out to the Frozen Clementines they always eat and further demonstration of symbolism of passion through fire because heat melts ice.

Looks like this might’ve been the first time Riko was successful in using this type of magic. Too bad you can’t really eat it. But not that you’d really want to, lol

Then Ruby Passionale and another day saved.

Yay~

And now everybody’s witnessed the legend in the flesh!

lol, Miracle being polite to the crowd while Mofurun is trying to hide her face ("No pictures, please-mofu!”) and Magical is so close to freaking out cuz they gotta get outta here before their transformations become undone and their true identities are found out and ohhh, we don’t want to stick around to find out what that’s gonna be like......

...so they leave by leaping to the rooftops.

Classic.

Later that day, they go to pick up Mirai’s broom and aww, that’s so nice of Gustav to give her a cute ribbon as an extra service!

It comes in both her and Riko’s colors, too! How did he know?!?!?!? 8D

And he even gave one to Riko to match with Mirai!

Ugh, Gustav is so awesome. I want to buy him a steak dinner.

I’ll buy dinner for any character in story who helps me ship my ship, hahaha! xD

Hehe, my lovely girls~

I love them soooo much. <3

Mmkay, I’m done for the day. I think I can manage to do one more post for next week. Then we’ll see what happens from there cuz I’ll be going back to work soon.

#mahou tsukai precure #asahina mirai #izayoi riko #mofurun #cure miracle #cure magical

13 notes · View notes

greekgeek21 · 4 years

Text

The Codependency Competition Ch. 10

Ok, so I just realized that I'm way over 1M readers if I add all of the websites I have this story on together. And I'm in shock. You guys are so great, and I love the support I always get. It's really reassuring to have people say that they like my story because, to be honest, I was really nervous about posting this story. And now that we're on the last chapter, it's a little surreal to have so much recognition. But enough of the sappy stuff. I can do that after the actual chapter. So be ready for the spillage of my heart. Oh and the pic at the top does not mean anything, just in case anyone is hyperventilating right now.

Also, I just got a new keyboard for my monitor and I'm not quite used to it yet, so if I make a mistake, please don't point it out. I appreciate it. That's also why this chapter took longer than usual to finish BTW.

Oh and if you still reading these, good for you! Not like you wanted to know or anything, but I'm eating a whole lot of Sour Punches right now. It's extremely unhealthy, but do I care in the slightest? No. Not at all.

Stay safe and happy reading!

– your author

P.S. go to FF and answer my poll there. My name is Ocean.breezzq cuz for some reason they don't allow underscores on FF.

ΩΩΩ

How did he end up in this position? Honestly, Percy could not for the life of him figure out how he got himself into this one.

He is currently standing in front of a full-length mirror, with his mother trying to figure out which tie he should wear. They had narrowed it down to two: a deep blue or a thin black one. He didn't see how it mattered, but apparently it does because his mom had been fussing over it for the past ten minutes. He was about ready to just not wear one. It was already bad enough to have to wear a dress shirt and pants (he had adamantly refused to wear anything but his converse).

But of course he was standing around and taking it because it was what Annabeth wanted, and what Annabeth wants, she usually gets.

"Mom! Just choose already! At this rate, we're gonna miss the dance altogether!" he exclaimed.

Sally sighed, "Oh, Percy. I can guarantee that you're going to be a little bit late. Annabeth still has a lot to do before you kids can leave!

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Clearly, his mom did NOT know Annabeth. She's the farthest thing from a girly-girl, only Clarisse could beat her. There's no way that she's fussing about getting ready as much as his mom is. If anything, she's already done and is just sitting in their room watching Youtube. Yeah, that's what she's doing...

That was NOT what she was doing.

In fact, Sally wasn't far off. Annabeth was on a FaceTime call with Piper, Thalia, and Hazel trying to figure out which lipgloss she should wear. She already had her hair and dress done. Her hair was styled in just a simple French braid, and her dress was nothing special. She was sure it cost a lot, but Sally hadn't let her see the price tag.

As soon as her and Percy had agreed to going to the dance, Sally had dragged to the mall to find a dress. She seemed so excited, so Annabeth had just let her shove dress after dress onto her until they found "the perfect match." Whatever that meant.

Anyway, Annabeth had only called her friends because she wanted to get their opinion on how she looked. However, she had ended up getting into an argument about when the appropriate time for makeup was. In her opinion, it wasn't required for school dances. Piper and Thalia thought differently. Hazel didn't want to voice her opinion because she was still getting used to common modern practices.

And that's how she ended up here, fretting over what lipgloss she should use. Sally had let her borrow her makeup bag because Annabeth's consisted of a single tube of mascara and an unused clear lip gloss.

Piper thought that she should use the pink lip gloss that Sally gave her, but Annabeth didn't want to be too flashy, so she wanted the clear one.

"You NEED to use the pink one, Annabeth!" Piper said.

"You already forced me into putting on mascara and blush, so I don't think you have the right to make me use the pink one," Annabeth stated factually.

"Oh my gods, 'Beth! Can't you just use the pink and get it over with? This conversation is exhausting," Thalia sighed.

Annabeth resisted the urge to stomp her foot like a child and responded with, "No! I can't! It's my body, so my decision!"

Piper was almost literally pulling her own hair out, but she told Annabeth in a deadly calm voice to "Put on the dam pink lip gloss before I charmspeak you into doing it."

Figuring it was an endless cycle, Annabeth just sighed and applied the pink lipgloss. When she finished, she stood back from the mirror, and gave herself a once-over. She would never admit it, but the pink kinda looked good.

"Happy?" she asked Piper.

"Extremely," was the deadpan reply.

"Ok, guys. I've gotta go. Talk to you later," Annabeth said, moving to sign-off.

Before she could, Thalia screeched, "Don't forget to tell me what Percy's reaction is! I want details!"

"Yeah, sure, Thals," she said and finally ended the call.

That was exhausting. And she still had a long night ahead of her. Great. Why did she want to do this again?

Back with Percy, his mom had chosen the deep blue tie. She said it brought out his eyes, or something like that. He honestly started tuning out what she was saying after she mentioned hair gel.

They had thirty minutes until the dance started, so he wasn't exactly joyous. In his ADHD brain, he was wondering if there was some way that he could skip the dance without being in trouble. Probably not.

And that's when he saw her.

She looked more than beautiful in her grey and gold dress and silver heels. Percy was pretty sure that his mouth was hanging open, but he physically could not close it. Sure, he'd seen Annabeth a little dressed up before, but never like this. For one thing, she'd never worn heels before.

He was speechless.

"You're drooling, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth stated, walking up to him.

That shocked him out of his reverie, "Huh? Oh! You look amazing, Wise Girl."

Annabeth laughed. It sounded so carefree, but on the inside, she was a nervous wreck. Just as she was about to walk out to meet Percy, butterflies swarmed her stomach. There were so many ways this could go wrong, and she hadn't even thought past seeing Percy yet!

"Thanks, Perce," she said, a little tersely.

Percy picked up on her mood, "Relax, 'Beth. Everything'll be fine. This was your plan, remember?"

"Yeah, you're right. Athena always has a plan. We're going to be fine," thought she sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

They both turned to leave, but was abruptly stopped by a yell of protest from Sally, "Just where do you two think you're going? We still have to do pictures!"

Percy groaned, and Annabeth looked like she was trying to suppress one. Sally is great and loving, and kind, but she could be really embarrassing sometimes (especially when it came to Percy).

"Really, Mom?" Percy asked, turning back around to face his mother.

Sally sighed, 'Teenagers', she thought.

"Yes, really. This is one of the few times you get to act like a normal teenager, and I want to capture the moment ," she responded, "Plus, this'll be useful when you get married!"

Both Percy and Annabeth blushed bright red. Leave it to Sally Jackson to make a perfectly casual dance into a conversation about marriage.

Even so, they stood through the seemingly endless amount of photos. Once they were finished, Percy was practically dragging Annabeth away from his mother. The faster they got out of there, the least likely they would be ambushed for pictures again.

In the car, Paul's Prius, they were discussing their plan for the night.

"Ok, so what's the game plan?" Percy asked Annabeth, keeping his eyes on the road. (safety first kids!)

Annabeth sighed at her boyfriend's immaturity, but answered nonetheless, "We act like everything is normal. Well, our usual normal. We show up together, and stay together. Got it?"

"Yeah, I think so," he answered.

"Good, because I made it foolproof for your sake, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth teased, taking one of Percy's hands in hers.

Percy grinned that dopey grin that always made her heart melt, and then her mind clouded over, as per usual. How can he have this effect on me?, Annabeth wondered as she struggled to come back to herself.

Unbeknownst to her, Percy knew exactly what he was doing. It was all part of his charm, as Leo so tactfully put it once. Slowly, Percy was coming to realize what little action he could do to break through that rough shell that surrounded Annabeth. Not many people could claim to have that ability, so he was grateful he was one of the chosen few. Then again, they had been best friends for almost six years. He had some experience to put it lightly.

Anyway, they were almost at school. Time seemed to slow down as they pulled into Goode High's parking lot. Every step towards the gym–which was where the dance was being held–seemed to last an hour. The anticipation was rising in both of the demigods.

Percy and Annabeth both looked over at each other for comfort at the exact same time, as if their thoughts were one and the same. They didn't even have to speak for them to understand what was going through the other's head. They were both nervous beyond belief.

As they approached the double doors with colorful lights pouring out from under it, Percy squeezed Annabeth's hand, glancing at her and asking, "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she muttered, reaching to open the doors.

Annabeth wasn't sure what she was expecting...maybe a movie moment where the music stops and everyone moves to stare at them? Or for everyone to start bombarding them with questions as soon as they stepped through the door? Whatever its as, she was sure it couldn't have been what happened.

Nobody noticed them.

The dance just continued as if nothing had happened. Maybe one person here or there would do a double-take at seeing Percy Jackson with his arm wrapped securely around Annabeth Chase's waist, but nothing more than that.

It was all very disconcerting. Or maybe the proper word would be anticlimactic? Yeah, that sounded better in Annabeth's head...

Oh! There she goes again, letting her control slip from her ADHD brain! Get a grip, Annabeth!, she practically screamed in her head.

She hadn't even realized that Percy was pulling her by the hand somewhere until they had already got there. He had spotted their friends talking to each other at one of the tables. That brought another question to mind: When did that happen?

"Hey, guys!" Percy greeted, high-fiving one of his friends (Annabeth was pretty sure it was the one named Jack), "What's up?"

All of their friends gave Percy incredulous looks. Percy was just trying to act normal, like Annabeth said, but apparently they hadn't gotten the memo.

"What's up? What's up?! You too are dating, and you're just acting like it's no big deal!" Nora exclaimed.

Oh, that's right. Most of Annabeth's friends hadn't been briefed completely. They must still be stuck in the shock of the reveal. Annabeth wasn't sure why they were making such a big out of it. It wasn't like they had announced they were getting married, or anything. They were just dating. What's so surprising about that?

And Annabeth asked exactly that, in her best accusatory tone.

Nora looked a little shocked before stuttering out a response, "Well-I mean-um...he's him and you're you!"

Not the best answer, Nora, Percy thought before grabbing Annabeth before she decided to gut her friend. He made it look like he had just casually given her a hug, but if you looked closely you could see how Annabeth's nails were digging into his wrists.

"Easy there, 'Beth. She didn't know what she was saying," Percy whispered in his murderous girlfriend's ear.

With one deep breath, Annabeth relaxed her rigid posture, finally letting it go.

"I apologize for keeping something as big as a relationship from you. I hope you can forgive me," she forced out in a robotic voice, clearly rehearsed beforehand.

Percy smirked, but didn't comment on it. He just went over to talk to his friends while Annabeth caught her group up on everything.

The rest of the dance went pretty smoothly. There was SOME dancing, but not much. Annabeth and Percy may have improved on their dancing skills slightly since Westover Hall, but it was still a little awkward. Even after almost 2 years of dating...

Just as they were about to retire for the night, the casual mood changed. Well, more like the entire gym's atmosphere darkened.

Kelsey Evans was blocking Percy and Annabeth's path.

Annabeth outwardly groaned when Kelsey started to advance toward them. Just as things were seeming like they would work out fine, the devil incarnate had to show up.

"Hey, Percy!" Kelsey chirped with her too-high voice.

"Hi, Kelsey. We were just on our way out, so can you move please? Or is there something you wanted to say first?" Percy asked, strangely diplomatic.

"Well, you see. I've been hearing about some CRAZY rumor going around that says that YOU are dating HER," she answered, saying 'her' with an expression of disgust.

Annabeth internally seethed. She was having to dig her nails into her palms just to keep herself at bay. She was so close to snapping, it's a wonder Kelsey was still breathing.

"It isn't a rumor. We are dating, and have been for almost two years. Can you move out of our way now?" Annabeth said, forcing herself to not call Kelsey some nasty words in Greek.

Kelsey faced Annabeth, her flirty look changing into a pitiful glare, "No. You don't deserve him! He belongs to me!"

Even Percy was having a hard time not punching the girl, and he's been taught not to hurt women that can't defend themselves. Well, that last part was added after he had first sparred with Annabeth.

"First of all, back off. Second of all, Percy isn't an object, he's a person. More specifically, he's my person, so you can go away now before I do something I can guarantee I won't regret," Annabeth walked up close to Kelsey, voice deadly calm.

Of course Annabeth was aware of the crowd around them forming, but that wasn't going to stop her. After 'that place' nothing could scare her up here, especially not a weak mortal girl.

Before Kelsey could respond, Annabeth shoved her out of the way and tugged Percy through the door.

Nobody spoke for a long time, but eventually Percy got up the courage to say something, "That was BA."

Annabeth smirked but didn't say anything. She was still coming down from her adrenaline/anger high, and she was afraid that what came out of her mouth would start a fight, even if it was with Percy.

Then Percy couldn't think of anything else to say, so he just shut up. At least, he did until they were changing out of their formal clothes into their pajamas. Annabeth was in their room, and Percy was in the bathroom.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Yeah, come in," Annabeth responded.

Percy then walked in, threw his clothes somewhere near his overflowing hamper, and plopped down on the bed next to Annabeth. She was sitting up in bed reading some architecture book that he could never understand.

"Hi," he said, turning onto his side and looking up at her.

"Hello, Seaweed Brain," she said, not even glancing up from the words.

Percy sighed, So it's gonna be one of THOSE conversations, huh?

"You know I love you, right?" he asked, smirking his troublemaker smirk.

This tactic usually works the best when he's stuck in these situations.

A small smile played on Annabeth's lips, but she still refused to look up. However, she did respond with, "Yes, and I love you, too."

Percy pouted, stumped. What is so exciting about architecture? The only thing he likes about it is the way Annabeth's eyes light up as she rants about some random building he's never heard of before. That's the only reason he puts up with it. Or it's the only reason he'll admit to, anyway.

Just then, an idea popped into his head. And when ideas pop into Percy's head, everyone within a five-mile radius better clear out cuz' they can be destructive. However, this one was not that bad.

He gave Annabeth a light peck on her cheek, then slowly moved down to her jaw, then her earlobe, and then her neck. He could tell that it was starting to get to her because she hadn't turned the page for a while.

"Percy...," she warned.

He just smiled against her neck. Annabeth rolled her eyes, but relented. She set her book on the bedside table, and turned over to face Percy, giving him a deep, passionate kiss.

She pulled away for a second, "You're such a Seaweed Brain, you know that?"

She only saw a glimpse of his dopey smile before she went back to kissing the love of her life, stress nonexistent in her mind.

ΩΩΩ

Omg omg omg! It's over! I don't even know what to say! I just want to thank all of you guys, my wonderfully supportive readings, especially the ones who've been here since the beginning. You guys are amazing. I don't even know if I would've been able to make this story without the encouragement from you. So thanks.

Now, I think that's all the sappy stuff. I'm looking for a good beta, so if you are or know one who might be interested, please let me know. I'm also going to shamelessly promote my original series. Go check out "Secret Powers" and "Frozen Secrets"! They are the first two books in my three story series.

If you want to know this is Annabeth's dress and shoes from the dance:

Now for the good stuff. Somebody mentioned that they would be interested in a Percabeth proposal, so I'm going to give it to you. Here's a little BONUS SCENE set in their future, but I'm not giving it a specific date, so use your imaginations and decide for yourself. Hope you like it!

ΩΩΩ

Percy and Annabeth were visiting Camp Half-blood, and they were enjoying a nighttime walk along the beach. Annabeth was remembering all of the wonderful memories she had at this beach. Her underwater kiss with Percy, birthdays, all of her dates with Percy. Nothing but happiness came with being at the beach when you love a son of Poseidon.

Percy was in a completely different headspace. His mind was full of nervousness and worry. He was so distracted that he didn't even realize when Annabeth stopped and turned to look out at the water. When he bumped into her, she just gave him a weird look and went back to her previous position.

His hand was distractedly fidgeting with the small, velvet box in his pocket. It felt like it weighed more than the sky, and he should know! What if she says no? What if I mess up? What if the ring doesn't fit? Oh, gods, she's going to say no!

Those were the thoughts swirling around in his brain, making it a whirlpool of stress. He knows that Annabeth loves him, and that he loves her, but she could still say no!

"Seaweed Brain? Earth to Seaweed Brain! Percy?" Annabeth's concerned expression brought him back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, fine. Just-I'm fine!" he said quickly.

She gave him an unimpressed look, but didn't push it. Truthfully, Annabeth had noticed his odd behavior recently, but she still hadn't figured out what was bothering him. But, she knew that he would tell her eventually, so she was REALLY trying not to figure it out beforehand. The last time he'd been this nervous, he was asking her to move in with her!

Ten minutes passed before Percy worked up the courage to do it. His reasoning was that he just had to get it over with. Annabeth's told him she loves him so many times, why would she say no? There was nothing to worry about! Nothing!

"Hey, Wise Girl?" he asked, turning to face her fully.

"Hmm?" she hummed.

He was about to just ask the question, but his stupid Seaweed Brain got there first, "Wanna go for a swim?"

Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows, "Umm...it's 7:30 PM and I'm not wearing a bathing suit. What about this scenario makes you think that we should go swimming?"

Percy decided that he might as well work with what he's got so he went with the first backup plan that came to mind: the best underwater kiss of all time. Ok, not the ACTUAL one, but he could make another air bubble. It's not like he hadn't done it before.

"I'll keep it warm and dry, I promise. Come on! It'll be fun!" he started pulling her towards the water, himself already ankle-deep.

Annabeth started to protest, but he had already gotten her in enough for him to be able to pull her in with his powers. And just as promised, she was still completely dry. She could feel the water on her skin, but it wasn't wet. She had long-since gotten used to the feeling, after so many years of dating Percy, but it still shocked her for the first couple of seconds.

"Fine," she said, and Percy pulled them both all the way under, quickly forming a bubble of air around them.

"I love you," slipped out of his mouth.

It wasn't like it was a big deal, but the way he said it, with so much love, froze Annabeth. What is he planning?, she thought.

An idea began to form in her head, but she pushed it away instantly. Better not to get her hopes up. That way there's no chance of disappointment.

"I love you, too, Seaweed Brain," she said, trying to slip back into her casual tone of voice.

They sat in a silence for about a minute, just watching the scenery around them, before Percy finally ACTUALLY worked up the courage to do it.

"I've been thinking..." he started.

"Uh-oh," Annabeth teased with a smile.

"About us. And our future," Percy said.

Annabeth instantly sobered. He sounded serious, and a serious Percy was a SERIOUS Percy. There was no in-between.

"Yeah?"

Percy took a deep breath, "Yeah. And I know we're a little young, but we've been together for so long, and I just think that it's time. And you've always wanted something permanent, and I want to be that for you. I want us to be that for you. So, Annabeth Chase...will you make me the happiest demigod in the world and marry me?"

It might not seem like much, but to Annabeth, it meant the world. This was exactly what she had been dreaming of for her entire life. She was so full of emotions that she could barely speak, but she was able to get one word out...

"Yes."

ΩΩΩ

Ok, that's it! I'm officially done with this fanfic! I feel like I could've gone on in the bonus scene, but I think that you guys should get to come up with your own version of their happily-ever-after. Anyway, there's a poll on FF and you should go do. It's about my next story.

And you guys know I need to give special recognition to my amazing beta reader! JJ, you took me on when I refused to edit my own work, and you made everything WAY better! You should ALL go check out nightskywithrainbows on Ao3. They write, beta, AND are a student! So kudos to you, JJ! You're the best!

I hope you enjoyed this! Stay safe and happy reading!

- your author

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #high school #teen

2 notes · View notes

amandaoftherosemire · 5 years

Text

Bulletproof -- Part Eight

Fandom: Marvel/College AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,327

Format: Series (Complete)

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only!, language, fingering, oral (fem receiving), metal arm kink, unprotected sex (It costs over $200,000 to raise a child to 18. Condoms are, like, a buck a piece. Use a freaking condom.) fluff, angst.

Summary: You finally try Bucky on for size.

A/N: So, I’m working on my smut. Too far? Not far enough? This seemed to me like the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, but I’m a really bad judge of that. The whole chapter is just smut, btw. Very little of consequence happens beyond finally paying off all the angst and slow burn. I hope it was worth it?

Banner by: @hellzzzbelle

Part Seven here

Part Eight

Your lips curved in the sexiest smile Bucky had ever seen. It was the kind of smile that could lure a sailor to his death, he thought. That smile made the next words out of your mouth the most exciting he'd ever heard. "What do ya got?"

Bucky sat up, his hands sliding down to your thighs to grip tight. His voice was husky with what felt like a lifetime’s worth of lust. Perhaps it was; he’d wanted you since before he’d had any idea what wanting meant. “Come with me, babygirl,” his mouth spread in a slow, cocky smirk, “and I’ll give you everything.”

You weren’t proud of it, but you also couldn’t help it; that smirk did things to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and settled firmly against him, prompting a soft groan from deep in his throat. You thought it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard.

“Sweet.” You rocked a little against him, trying to prompt that sound again, but your voice was dry and sarcastic around the excitement. You wanted to remind Bucky who he was dealing with. “Are you going to take me where the magic happens, show me what all the fuss is about?”

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The cords of his neck were too alluring, seeming to beckon you to test them with your teeth. “Fuck me if I know why that smart mouth—” he broke off for a moment to hum at the feel of said mouth exploring his throat— “just makes me want you more.”

“Can I fuck you if you don’t know why?” Your breath whispered across his ear and sent a shiver down his spine. He’d had no idea dry sarcasm could be so fucking sexy. He should have guessed you’d have a debauched and dirty mind to match the deliciously sexy body.

“Please?” he snorted. “And thank you?”

You pulled back to grin cheerfully into his face, delighted with him. “You’re more than welcome.” With that you began to twist your body and gesture with your head in the direction of his bedroom, eyebrows wiggling over a playful smile.

“I just got new sheets, sugar,” his voice went low on the endearment, and desire shivered through you, “wanna help me break ‘em in?” The laugh trembling around his smirk told you he was trying to call your bluff.

However, you weren’t bluffing. Your voice a wry monotone, you smirked back at him. “Bucky, you romantic fool. Take me now.” You then dropped the act and smiled happily at him, grateful that he was playing along and letting you keep it light. “But, no, that’d be great,” you chuckled. “I’d love to break in your new sheets with you.”

You couldn’t help it. Some weird possessive part of you was happy that his sheets would smell like you tomorrow and no one else tonight.

Bucky was still laughing when your mouth met his for the first time in years. You couldn’t resist; his genuine happiness in you was alluring in a way you’d forgotten. He’d always adored you because of all the things other people loved you in spite of. The taste of his kiss was beautifully colored by his laughter and made the shield around your heart that much weaker.

Then he was taking control, his tongue tangling and curling around yours, and you weren’t thinking of anything but survival. The blast of heat that swept through you was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, not even the last time you and he were alone on a couch together.

Bucky had anticipated that he would want to drown in you once his mouth met yours, and he wasn’t wrong. He’d known you could drive him to madness with just a kiss thanks to the memory of how hot you’d burned that night before Gamora had interrupted. As a matter of fact, that night was seared with almost painful clarity upon his mind.

He hadn’t anticipated, however, how the years would have changed you, refined you. Though the memory of the almost innocent sensuality of that girl would remain one of his favorites, he preferred the woman currently in his lap, confident and powerful in her sexuality. The girl had been smoking hot; the woman was scorching.

Bucky stood suddenly, and the utter ease with which he held you as he walked back towards his bedroom had your heart stuttering in astonished arousal. The grip of his warm hands firm around the backs of your thighs had you tearing your mouth from his to rest your forehead on his shoulder and pant. The words he was muttering had you chuckling even as your thighs tightened in excited response.

"Not gonna fucking risk someone walking in on us again, babygirl," he was murmuring into the curve of your neck, the movement of his lips sending shivers over your skin. You tore the tie from his hair to bury your hands in the thick silk of it. Bucky was almost purring when he reached his bedroom door and kicked it open, then shut again once he'd taken you through.

Bucky turned and sat on the edge of the bed, settling you into his lap. "God himself couldn't stop me from having you now," he growled, then took your mouth once more.

You sank in with a hum of pleasure as with lips and tongues and teeth you explored Bucky's mouth. He seemed equally enthralled with memorizing the exact texture of your lips, the precise flavor of your breath. You'd wanted to find out if kissing Bucky was as devastating as you remembered. It wasn't.

It was worse.

Bucky devoured you, but with a gentle voracity that had you trembling against him. His soft, plump lips brushed and clung to yours, taking your bottom lip between his to suckle softly. You whimpered in your throat and his hands moved up from your thighs to wrap around your back. His flesh hand cupped the back of your head while his metal hand closed around your ass.

You started to rock against him, brushing your breasts against the firm wall of his chest, your hands still buried in his hair as you sucked greedily on his tongue. Bucky was purring in his throat, something you knew was going to haunt your sex dreams for years to come. He tore his mouth from yours to bury his face in your throat. His mouth raced over your skin, licking, sucking, biting your neck and shoulders. You arched, moaning into him, and his teeth sank into your skin in response.

"God," you heard him muttering against the curves of your breasts, "so fucking sweet and hot. Sexiest fucking woman on the planet, I swear to god."

You chuckled throatily and felt Bucky's hand squeeze your ass. You used your hand in his hair to pull his head back and smirk into the searing blue of his eyes, hot with lust. You nipped at his bottom lip, then scrambled to your feet. His arms tightened for a fraction of a second, like he didn't want to let you go. In the next moment, however, you were standing in front of him, untying the straps at your shoulders to let your dress fall to the floor.

Bucky would swear his mouth literally watered at the sight of you smiling in nothing but all your luscious skin and a matching bra and underwear set made of unbelievably sexy blue lace. He wasn't certain what that shade was called, but it seemed to glow against your skin. The shy yet sultry look on your face made him want to get down on his knees and thank god for feminine wiles.

"Babygirl," he almost moaned, and the knowledge that he was as turned on as you were only heightened your arousal, "I haven't come in my jeans since a tickle fight with you when we were fourteen, but looking at you now might change that. Fuck." He breathed out the expletive. "So goddamn pretty."

Bucky was making you feel like the sexiest woman to ever walk the planet and it gave you the courage to walk forward. Rather than taking your place back in his lap, however, you climbed on all fours onto his bed, crossing the queen mattress on your hands and knees. As you turned to settle against the pillows, you saw Bucky staring at your ass with a gaze so heated you were surprised you couldn't feel the warmth on your skin. He looked like he was contemplating leaning forward and taking a bite.

As a matter of fact, he was, utterly enthralled with the coquette he'd found in you. Bucky loved to see you like this, comfortable in your sensuality. You'd settled into a seductive position against his pillows, one arm over your head, one knee bent in invitation. Bucky was only too happy to accept.

He followed your lead and crawled over you until he was settled along your side. Leaning over you, he kissed you as the hand he wasn't braced on wandered your body hungrily. You were sucking on his tongue again, which drove him crazy and made him rock against your hip. Even through his clothes, that small stimulation coupled with the feel of his hand on your breast was almost too exciting.

The sounds you were making were, no question, the hottest he'd ever heard. Your body was undulating and rocking against his and your hands were sliding up inside his shirt, baring his skin as they went so that you could brush your bare skin against his. Knowing it was you he was touching only heightened his pleasure, so joyous was the feeling of years-long, desperate cravings finally fulfilled.

You pulled Bucky's t-shirt off over his head, then spread your fingers over his chest and abdomen, tracing the ridges of muscle with worshipful fingers. Bucky lifted his head from yours to watch you with glittering eyes. Once your mouth was free, your eyes popped open to immediately drop to Bucky's bared chest. The ropes of scar tissue where he'd lost the arm, where his prosthetic arm met his shoulder, were beautiful to you and received your gentlest touch. They were proof of his survival, something to which you could attach your everlasting gratitude.

"Every time I see you without your shirt, my fingertips itch to touch you," you whispered.

Bucky's hand started wandering again, his touch lighting fires under your skin wherever he touched. "What do you think would happen if I take off my pants?" he asked slyly.

You laughed, and even though one hand continued to wander freely over his chest, shoulder, and arms, the other dropped to the button at his waistband. "I'm a scientist," you said seriously, "which means I live for empirical data."

His mouth quirked at the corner even as his hand slipped under the cup of your bra to rasp his palm against your nipple. "Meaning?" he asked even as you arched and moaned.

"Only one way to find out," you retorted as you pulled his zipper down and pushed at his waistband.

Bucky laughed and rolled over to cheerfully kick off his jeans. You sat up and unhooked your bra, tossing it to the floor. You could see well enough, now that your eyes had adjusted in the light from the streetlamp flooding in through the uncovered window. You couldn't explain it, but Bucky was unreasonably beautiful to you even in the sickly orange light.

You didn't know he was thinking along similar lines, his eyes roving over the sight of you bared to his gaze for the first time. You had on that shy, sultry look again. Bucky was starting to think that look should be declared a weapon; he was fairly certain you could get him to do anything with it. Tempted beyond endurance and not interested in resisting any longer, he sat up to lean over you, taking one of your breasts into his mouth even as his hand cupped and kneaded the other.

You arched eagerly into his mouth and hands, the shivers and shimmers of need pouring through your body and out of your throat in moans and whines of desperation. Your hands had covered every inch of his shoulders, back, arms, and chest and had begun to wander below his waist, your hands squeezing his deliciously tight ass. He moaned against your breast, encouraging you to slide your hands beneath the waistband of his underwear.

Bucky knew that if he didn't get control of the situation he was going to end up coming before he even got inside you. He rolled over on top of you, settling between your legs on his knees, one hand braced beside your head, the other plumping and kneading your breasts as he watched you writhe beneath him. He could hardly believe this moment was real, that it was you under his hands. He wanted to commit it to memory, certain you, in nothing but your skin and a scrap of lace around your hips, was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen.

You had no interest in being a passive recipient of Bucky's passion. You had every intention of giving as good as you got. To that end, you slid one arm around his neck to pull his head down, offering your mouth to his.

Bucky didn't resist, but moved slowly so that he could enjoy the sight of you like this that much longer. He'd imagined how you'd look in this moment thousands of times. His imagination hadn't even come close. You were so much more gorgeous, the reality of you so much more vibrant than he could have ever dreamed.

He'd known that your eyes would draw him in, but he'd had no idea that the shine of desire would lure him so sweetly. He hadn't anticipated that the sounds you'd make in response to his touch would beckon him like siren song. He couldn't have known that the velvet softness of your skin would make his hands shake in need. Your mouth had always tempted him, but the image of your lips parted to let pants of hunger and moans of pleasure escape was too alluring to resist for even another moment.

You didn't know what Bucky saw when he looked at you, but the expression on his face had your thighs trembling and your heart quaking. His face was drawn taut with lust, his jaw tight and twitching, his eyes narrowed and glittering with barely restrained greed. He looked like he was moments away from snapping and ravaging you, but his hands still moved over you with tenderness even as they gripped and pressed more firmly.

Then his mouth was on yours and your eyes were fluttering closed at the sensation. Bucky had a brilliantly talented mouth that he seemed determined to use to drive you to the brink of madness. He seemed to know exactly how to tilt his head to find the most satisfying angle, when to tease with lips and teeth and when to give you the deep sucking kisses you craved. His big body settled against yours, his hips pressing your thighs open and bringing you into blatant contact with his arousal.

Bucky was hard as iron, and the blazing heat of you even through the layers of clothing still separating the two of you had a vicious shudder of need working through him. You wrapped your thighs around his waist and rubbed yourself shamelessly against him. He braced himself on his prosthetic arm so that his flesh hand could wrap around your thigh as he ground his hips into yours.

You moaned into his mouth and arched as best you could, pressed into the bed by the sexy, muscled body you'd craved for years. You twined your limbs around him, hands racing over all that delicious flesh. His skin was dewed with perspiration, as was yours, and the feel of your skin sliding against his was exquisite, the kind of friction that burst into cheery flame.

Bucky swallowed your moan greedily, but he needed to see you. He tore his mouth from your lips to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes burning, his breath ragged, his limbs trembling with desire. You gasped in a blazing breath, one hand buried in his hair, the other gripping his shoulders, nails digging in.

"Bucky," you sighed, and using your grip in his hair, pulled his head back so you could feast on his throat, his collarbones, his upper chest. The feel of your mouth on his skin was softer than anything he could have imagined and utterly entranced him. He hung, suspended in place above you while you seduced him completely with your lips, your hands, your body.

When you pushed gently at his shoulders, he went over without hesitation or complaint. He'd spent so many years fantasizing about making love to you; he'd never even considered what it would be like to have you make love to him. He'd been a fool, but considered himself a lucky one as now he got to discover the lover in his friend without any preconceived notions.

You tugged at the waistband of his underwear even as you slid your breasts against his chest as you leaned over him to breathe into his ear. "Maybe you're not completely out of patience," you murmured sultrily as he happily assisted you, "but considering how long I've been thinking about it, I can't believe we're not naked yet."

Bucky's head fell back with a groan when you lifted your head to look at him bared to your gaze for the first time and your hand closed around his erect length. You turned your face back to Bucky's to watch his expression as you gently twisted your fist around him. A spasm of pleasure flickered across his face before his lips spread in a wicked smile. At the same moment, you felt the arm under you flex as Bucky's hand slid around your leg, the edges of his fingers sliding just under the elastic that rode the crease of your inner thigh.

"How long have you been thinking about it, sweetheart?" he asked as you pulled away to shimmy out of your underwear. As soon as you were completely naked, he was pulling you on top of him, spreading your thighs over his hips and sliding his hand between them to part the glistening folds there.

"From the sounds of it?" you replied, and the seductive purr of your voice had him tearing his eyes from the prettiest pink pussy he'd ever seen to look into your eyes. Another quake of lust worked through him as he once again saw that gorgeous shy sexy look. Only now he had the feel of your slick on his fingers and bathing the barest tip of his cock. He was amazed he didn't come then and there. "For about as long as you have," you continued, "since puberty hit." You rocked a little against his hand, glorying in the feel of your clit sliding along those deliriously rough digits.

Bucky chuckled darkly. "Sugar," he smirked, "if I had a dollar for every time I came imagining fucking you, I wouldn't need student loans."

"Sugar," you panted, then paused a moment as imagining Bucky touching himself to thoughts of you had you moaning. Bucky could feel your building arousal and increased the speed of the gentle circles he was rubbing into your clit as you rocked against his cock. On the edge, you rasped out the rest, "The first time I ever came I was imagining you fucking me."

The exact order of the following events was fuzzy, but it seemed as though the first thing that happened was Bucky's metal hand closing around your hip almost hard enough to bruise at the same time one finger of his other hand dipped inside you. You tilted your head back to moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Perhaps that's how you could end up on your back without knowing how you got there. You had nothing to complain about however as Bucky's shoulders were pressing your thighs apart as his finger curled inside you and his mouth fastened around your clit. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view.

Bucky's eyes burned as they stared into yours past the metal arm he'd thrown over your undulating hips to keep you in place for his mouth, and your breasts, heaving with your moaning breaths. "Come for me now, babygirl," he growled against you. As though he knew the tone to hack your body, allowing him to command it, you dissolved in the next moment when he dragged the pad of his finger down your forward wall, slowly removing his finger. When he suckled gently on your clit, your eyes blurred and your head fell backward as your hips bucked and twitched under that restraining arm.

When you started to shudder away from him, Bucky removed his finger from your pussy to reach up and gently palm your breast, rasping his palm softly against your nipple. He stopped sucking your clit to lap at your folds. You were sensitive, but his touch was so tender it soothed. At first. It wasn't long before you were breathing fast and Bucky was murmuring against you, the dark lust tight in his voice. "Again."

Bucky drug his tongue up through your folds to your clit as his metal hand came down to tease your entrance. When you froze in response to the feeling, he realized what he'd done, realized he'd lost himself in you to the point where he'd done something he'd never done with anyone else. He'd never touched any woman so intimately with his metal hand, always careful to keep it separate as much as possible without being obvious. But with you he hadn't thought.

He was about to pull away, to apologize, when he realized that your body was taut not in discomfort, but the knife edge of desire. Your breaths were tight, quick little pants of need, and he wondered. "Is this okay?" he whispered, his metal forefinger sinking into you just past the first knuckle.

"Yes?" you whimpered, and the touch of fearful shame in the sob of your voice changed that wondering into a suspicion. Since he had your permission, and since he kind of hoped he was right, since it was you, he decided to experiment. He slid his finger all the way inside you, then pumped it quickly in and out. He didn't touch your clit, however, curious to find out what exactly you liked.

You were trying so hard to not give away how turned on you were. You'd fantasized about Bucky in so many ways for so long that you'd ended up with a thing about his metal arm. Since you knew how self-conscious he was about it, something about having him touch you with it had come to be equated with intimacy in your mind. The only reason you hadn't come yet was because you'd fought it, terrified he'd think you'd fetishized it, and him.

He added a second finger and you lost the battle, coming with bucking hips and a moan of dismayed pleasure. "Beautiful," he smiled.

You were laying limp against his pillows, your eyes closed in sick dread, hoping he hadn't noticed. You were about to take matters into your own hands, literally, to distract him from the things you'd rather he didn't know. You just needed one moment to recover from the intensity of your climax.

Except before you could do so, you felt the bed shift under his weight. You opened your eyes to find him kneeling between your legs, his hands curling around your thighs to spread you for his gaze. His eyes were searing blue flames as he lifted his metal hand to slide his finger into your cunt. He'd only meant to test your response, but the buck of your hips had him sliding his finger into you again. The sight of you rocking into his metal hand was insanely erotic and he didn't want it to stop.

"Bucky…" Your whimper was a demand and a plea and had his eyes flicking to yours. He remembered himself and pulled his hand from between your thighs. Slipping his flesh arm under your hips, he lifted your ass up and slid his hips between your legs, positioning his cock at your entrance.

He lifted his hand to your lips, painting them with your slick. "Taste yourself, babygirl," he rasped. Your tongue darted out to run over your bottom lip and brushed against his finger. Both of you shuddered at the sensation. Even had he wanted to, Bucky couldn't have resisted the hot excitement that came into your eyes when you began to suspect that he was fine with your dirty little secret. His hips bucked, driving the first inch into you, when you sucked his finger into your mouth. You moaned around the digit, the flavor of metal and yourself exploding across your tongue.

"So, you like my metal arm, huh?" His voice was husky with the lust riding him and he couldn't help but sink a little further into you when you nodded, his finger still in your mouth. He moaned a little. "I knew you had exciting secrets behind your eyes." Your eyes crinkled in laughter and he had to pull his hand from your mouth to replace it with his lips. His heart was pounding not in desire, but with love, and he needed a moment to drown in you, to remind himself that, for tonight at least, you were his.

When he pulled back, you lifted back onto your elbows to lace your legs around Bucky's waist, driving your hips into him with that shy, sultry look. He gave in with a laughing groan, unable and uninterested in trying to resist any longer. He sank all the way into you, then leaned down to rest his forehead against yours and breathe for a moment. You were a wet velvet fist around him and the urge to thrust madly into you was riding him hard. He needed to take a moment so that he didn't spill inside you immediately and humiliate himself.

"Oh, Bucky," you breathed, and the sound had him shuddering again. Your voice was a sigh of pleasure, the sound so sweet his jaw locked. "That feels fucking outstanding," you continued.

Bucky laughed a little at the pun. "Ba-dum-tsss."

The two of you laughed together, moving your bodies in deliciously interesting ways. Bucky started to rock ever so slightly into you, more a digging movement that still somehow made you feel like you were going to fly apart. Your hands came up to fist in his hair, and with your eyes on his, you used your legs to push back at him.

Unable to deny you anything you wanted, Bucky thrust harder into you, but his eyes never left yours. Arctic blue burned into your gaze even as his mouth caught and clung to yours. You were whining and sobbing in pleasure, climbing swiftly back to the peak he'd already driven you to. His breath was a gasp, his desire a grumbling purr in his throat as he chanted your name in amongst hot words of demand and praise.

"So fucking sexy, babygirl," he muttered, hands on your waist as he started to shove forcefully into you, "look at that pretty pussy taking my cock so good, wanted you for so long, baby, couldn't ever get you out of my head, knew you'd be the best, tightest, sweetest fuck. Squeeze me, baby, I want to feel that pretty perfect cunt cumming around me."

The growling, filthy words were both shocking and insanely sexy. You were astonished, but pleasantly surprised to find you loved it. "Bucky, you're fucking killing me," you moaned as you met him thrust for thrust. You'd always known that you and Bucky struck sparks off one another, but you hadn't anticipated the speed or the power of the inferno that would ensue when the blaze was allowed to rage free.

"Come for me, baby," Bucky purred, leaning forward to take your mouth again even as he rammed harder into you. He'd never let go like this before, never allowed himself free rein with anyone like this. But you were different; he trusted you, could give you everything he'd always held back.

When he released your mouth, he had to hold back with everything he had to not come on the spot. As soon as your lips were free, your tongue was darting out to run over them. You closed your eyes and hummed, like you were savoring the flavor of his kiss. You opened your eyes and the shine of warmth and desire sent quake of need through him even as he pounded harder into you. "Come with me," you murmured, your voice a rasp of temptation.

Bucky moaned, a little dismayed, because he wanted to give you anything you wanted, especially that. But… "I want it to last, babygirl." He was determined; he would make this last as long as he was capable of standing. He wasn't going to rush through something he'd wanted for so long, something he already knew he'd pay dearly for. His eyes narrowed. "I want you on your knees first. Come for me."

You already were. The almost threatening tone in the statement 'I want you on your knees first' had been enough to push you over the edge after the increase in both speed and force of his thrusts. You came on a shuddering sob of his name, this one even more intense thanks to your increased sensitivity.

“That's right, come all over me, babygirl." Bucky's voice was a deep growl of both need and satisfaction. Watching you arch and shudder out his name sent prickles of sensation running all through him. "So fucking sexy. You’re so pretty, baby, fucking me so good." He knew his tongue was running away with him, but you were so beautiful, panting and sweating in ecstasy. "I love the way my name sounds when you're moaning it, love the way you look when I’m fucking you, y/n. I--”

Bucky bit off the next words and focused on rocking you through your orgasm. When you calmed, he gently helped you onto your stomach. You needed the assistance, the last climax taking most of your energy with it. You felt like you were vibrating, but also wouldn't stop for any reason whatsoever. Carefully, tenderly, he kissed his way down your spine, murmuring hot words of demand and promise as he went. “Since it’s harder to see your pretty face, babygirl, I’m gonna need to hear your voice screaming my name. I need to be sure you know who’s inside you."

He knelt behind you, his hands helping you up onto your knees. You'd gotten a little of your breath and some control of your muscles back, so you were more capable of participating again. You gave a little petulant moan when Bucky slipped back inside you, still a little over-sensitive. You giggled a little when you spoke, the tattle-tale cadence belied by the husky and approving tone. "Bucky's filthy. I'm telling."

Bucky chuckled tightly. "Oh, yeah? You gonna rat yourself out, too?" You felt him lean over you to slide his metal hand between your thighs. "Dirty girl," he laughed when your hips bucked at the contact.

"Bucky," you laughed, even as a hot wave of aroused shame washed over you, "you gonna get around to fucking me anytime soon or…?"

"Oh, babygirl," he moaned, thrusting more forcefully into you. "You asked for it."

"Yeah," you retorted, groaning, "I did."

With one last tight laugh, Bucky's fingers dug into the flesh at your hips. In the next moment, he was using his grip to pound into you and you were losing your mind. You didn't know it, but you were moaning Bucky's name in a sobbing, begging tone and the sound was going straight to his gut. He didn't know how he'd lasted this long inside you, but he was losing his grip with every gorgeous cry that he could drive from your throat.

Bucky didn't know it, but he was muttering your name among endearments and praise in a dark, tight purr that was like electricity straight into your veins and ripping through your body. You propped yourself on your elbows and used the leverage to push back with Bucky's rhythm, desperate to find once more that golden place where fireworks exploded behind your eyes and your body quaked in pleasure.

Bucky was running his hands over your back and arms, bending over you to slide his metal hand between your legs. With the other, he cupped one of your breasts and used his grip to pull you up so that your back was rubbing against his chest as he slid into you. He needed to feel as much of you as possible, wanted to bathe in the heat, the scent of you. Your arms came up to lay across his, your hand following his down between your thighs.

"You feel that, babygirl?" He rasped the question as he brought your hand where it rested against the back of his down to where you were joined, his cock slowly stroking in and out of you. "You feel how wet you are? I love everything about fucking you, y/n, but this--" he stopped as he dragged his hand up over your clit, making you whimper, and sinking his teeth into the cord of muscle where your shoulders met your neck, --is the sexiest thing ever."

Your mind was a blank blur, focused entirely on the physical sensations Bucky was causing with his body, his fingers, his cock, his voice. You felt like you were bathing in him, drowning in him and you couldn't find a thing to dislike about it. You never wanted to stop, wanted to live in this moment with him forever, straining toward a release both physical and emotional, where you could believe that he loved you the way you loved him. The forever kind.

The two of you fell forward when Bucky redoubled his efforts, shoving as deeply into you as he could. He wasn't going to last much longer. He could feel the beginnings of your climax rippling around him and it was the most gorgeous feeling ever. His hand was still rubbing at your clit, though erratically, as he was nearing his release with every second.

You pushed back at him with everything you had, desperate to feel him coming inside you. You'd never cared about that before, had actively avoided it, as a matter of fact, but with Bucky, for some reason, you needed it.

You turned around and shot Bucky a look filled with such desperate desire, he thought he’d gladly die to satisfy it. You didn't know who was more astonished, you or Bucky, at the words coming out of your mouth, but he liked it, regardless. "Come for me, baby," you purred, echoing his earlier words.

Bucky groaned, and shuddered with the effort of holding back. He was loving this too much, didn't want it to end. He'd drag it out as long as you both could stand it. "You first," he shot back and bit your shoulder.

You bit your lip and shot him a look from sultry eyes. He wished he had Steve's talent with a pen, or a camera, because he'd be dreaming about that look for the rest of his life.

"Nuh-uh," you half-moaned, the friction driving you mad. "I had my turn. All my turns." You tilted your head back, for the first time in your life deliberately holding back an orgasm and it made you whimper in your throat in a way you'd never done before. Bucky lifted so he was kneeling behind you once more, his hands on your hips. You turned to look at him, braced once again on your elbows and driving back at him. In that same whimper, "I wanna feel it, Bucky-bug."

Bucky couldn’t hold back any longer. The sound of your voice, ripe with need, whimpering the old, intimate endearment, was erotic to the point of pain. The timbre of your voice went straight to his cock and had him helplessly thrusting erratically into you as he had the most intense orgasm of his life.

He'd never again hear that nickname without thinking of this moment.

The feel of Bucky letting go inspired you to do the same. The feeling of him coming inside you as he whispered your name in a voice both broken and reverent made you feel like you were coming apart at the seams, and Bucky was claiming every piece. His eyes were burning into yours even as the bright blue blurred in pleasure. You hadn't expected him to be so beautiful in his passion, or how even the taut cords of his neck as he strained to come deeper inside you would make you shudder with aftershocks of ecstasy.

Bucky fell to the bed next to you with a 'whump', drained beyond all thought or reason. He'd expected sex with you to be good; he hadn't expected to set the sheets on fire, then say, 'what the hell' and just douse the building in gasoline. He hadn't known he had that in him, let alone that you had all that in you. He loved that you'd now had all of him in you.

Despite the massive effort, cheerfully considering the effort worth it, he dragged himself into a position where he could wrap his arm around your waist and pull you into a spoon.

"Okay," you said, a little while later. Your voice was a little shaky, but you'd just gotten your breath back. Encouraged by cuddly Bucky and the happy hum of contentment he'd made when he'd pulled you close, you went on. "Okay. That's a lot to unpack.” You sighed happily at the sound of Bucky’s snort of humor. “First: Fair enough. That was worth some fuss.”

Part Nine here

Taglist:

@learisa @angieptt @mia-at-work @midnightdream83 @wwecrazed2010 @allandoflimbo @emaywhyayy @cheekygeek05 @lovely-geek @diinofayce @suz-123 @hellzzzbelle @olukewarmo @fairchild21 @thefridgeismybestie @fandomsstolemylife00 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @australianhorrorstory @buckybarneshairpullingkink @c-ly-g @wishingforahome @strangersstranger @whiskeyandwashitape @eyesfixedonthesun22 @ingenue-q @joe-mazzello-is-my-dad

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #mcu #college au #smut #bulletproof #marvel au #marvel fanfiction #pantswrites #series

484 notes · View notes

andiwantitliao-blog · 5 years

Text

Part 3 of my first fanfic. It takes place in highschool. When kaitlyn and MC meet for the first time. (AU)

--------

The New Girl. Part 3

Charlotte rushed up the stairs to her bedroom, the whole time trying to fight off the spiraling feeling in her stomach. The blush that covered her cheeks was only getting worse as each second passed. Quickly closing the door behind her, Charlotte leaned against it, taking slow careful breaths.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' She thought to herself. Shaking off the nervous feeling that captivated her, she walked to her window, slyly looking over at the house with the blue door, just across from her. Unknowing how long had passed since she first looked, she jumped as a light switched on in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Hiding herself out of view, she sidestepped away from the window and tried to collect her thoughts. Before she could process what was going through her head, Charlotte found herself peaking back through the window as covertly as she could. In the now lit up bedroom of the house opposite her, kaitlyn stood, shrugging off her jacket and falling backwards in to a desk chair which rolled backwards as she collided with it. Charlotte could feel her heart quicken with nerves and was unsure why she was even looking at her still. Kaitlyn was an enigma. A girl who seemed to appear from nowhere and had already found a place in charlotte's mind to carve as her own. Kaitlyn pulled her phone from the discarded jacket and turned towards the window of her bedroom. As she saw her turn, Charlotte ducked out of view and sat on her bed that was still unmade from this morning.

Running her fingers through her hair, Charlotte sighed heavily, feeling unusually stressed by the last few days. Everything that was going on with Laura, and now whatever was going through her mind was pulling her attention in every direction. Falling back against her pillows, Charlotte picked up her phone, hoping for some kind of distraction. As she unlocked the screen, it vibrated along with a sharp -PING-. The notification took her to her social media account, and a new friend request from kaitlyn.

Charlotte's finger hovered over the -Accept- button, but before she confirmed it, she opened kaitlyn's profile. The page was awash with punk and gothic texts and pictures. She had been tagged by friends (probably the ones back in texas) in all sorts of macabre posts; most of which were different music videos. Without giving herself time to think of a reason, Charlotte searched through kaitlyn's pictures and was lost in looking through all of the different faces, poses and gestures that made kaitlyn look like a totally different girl entirely, compared to the timid, soft spoken girl she had met yesterday. Charlotte snapped herself out from the daze she had found herself in and moved back to kaitlyn's main profile page, hitting the -Accept- button.

Charlotte put her phone down and headed downstairs to wait for dinner to be served. As she sat at the table between Connor and her mum, Charlotte started thinking about Laura again and how she hadn't heard from her, still. Worry filled her mind as the thought of Laura's tearful eyes and uncharacteristic embarrassment swept over her. Laura would usually go to Charlotte first when something bad happened. Not hearing from her all day was unnerving.

Once Charlotte had eaten all she could, she walked toward the stairs, only to have the back of her shirt pulled by Connor. "Charlie! I think I left my Rangers plush in your room last night. Can I look for it?" He asked gleefully.

"Sure." She laughed, escorting him up the stairs. Connor burst in to her room first, quickly retrieving the soft toy. As he spun it around in the air, he suddenly stopped at her window and began waving the toy in the air with a joyous laugh.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte mused as she sat on her bed.

"Its your friend. The Renegade Ro..." he quickly cut himself off before he could say anymore. "Look..." He said, pointing out of the window. Th evening had darkened, making the light coming from kaitlyn's room all the brighter. As Charlotte stepped over to the window, she saw kaitlyn performing air-guitar which was making Connor bounce with happiness. Charlotte laughed as she watched on from the side of the window, kaitlyn hadn't seemed to notice her yet. As she stepped over to ruffle Connor's hair, kaitlyn paused, looking embarrassed, even from the other side of the street. Taking the hint, Charlotte stepped away and laid back on her bed. A few minutes had passed with Connor trying to silently communicate through the window. Charlotte turned on her tv which made her brother look over at her.

"Sorry, I'll go to my room so you can watch your shows." He mumbled.

"Its ok, do you want to watch with me?" She asked with a smile.

"No its ok. Im going to watch a movie." He said as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Charlotte turned her attention back to the tv, trying to distract herself from thinking. Unable to give in, she picked up her phone and sent a text to Laura.

-Hey gorgeous. I don't really know what to say. I just hope that you're doing as ok as possible. Talk to me when you feel ready. Love love love. Xoxoxoxoxo [sent]-

She waited a few minutes for a reply but nothing came. Laura is glued to her phone 100% of the time and she can text faster than most. She probably didn't want to talk yet. Setting the phone on her nightstand, Charlotte flicked through the channels, trying to find something worth watching. Before she could settle on something, her phone buzzed loudly against the wooden nightstand and she fumbled to quickly pick it up.

-one new message-

Charlotte readied herself for what Laura might say or might not say. Opening the text, her eyes widened to realise that it was from kaitlyn.

-Hii. Stole your number from your profile. Yur little brother is so cute. Do you know what he was just doing? Oh... its Kaitlyn btw :))-

Charlotte felt conflicted. On the one hand, she had desperately wanted to hear from Laura. On the other hand, hearing from kaitlyn felt exciting. Trying her best to not seem too eager, she text back.

-lol hi. I know, he's adorable. But no... what was he doing? [Sent]-

-he was standing at his bedroom window, waving a plushie toy at me. I think I actually convinced him I'm a superhero B^) -

Knowing that Connor's bedroom was on the other side of the house, Charlotte let out a slight laugh and got up from her bed. She picked up the dry erase board from her desk and wrote 'BOO' in large bold letters. Now standing by her window, holding the board, she quickly text back.

-No way! What's he doing now? [Sent]-

Charlotte waited just a few seconds for kaitlyn's figure to emerge by her window. As she came in to view, Charlotte could see the smile break across her lips when she jokingly placed a hand against her chest as though she had been frightened. Pulling out her phone she glanced back toward Charlotte as she typed.

-you scared me!-

-You mistook this for my brothers room. You had it coming :P [sent]-

-Oh no! Im so sorry. What can I ever do to make it up to you?-

As her eyes scanned the last message, Charlotte felt her cheeks flush. A seemingly innocent question was loaded with possibility and it made her mind race along with her heartbeat. Her fingers were still, trying to find the will to compose the next message. Looking back up at kaitlyn and with a deep breath, Charlotte typed out;

-I see a guitar behind you. Maybe you could serenade me? Lol [sent]-

She waited for the reply, already feeling anxious about the light flirtation in her message. A quick glance up at kaitlyn showed her looking exactly as conflicted as Charlotte had felt moments ago; until her phone buzzed again.

-you really don't want to hear me sing. It'll ruin my entire reputation with you lol-

-pfft. What makes you think I have such a high opinion of you anyway? [Sent]-

Charlotte was still stealing glances at kaitlyn between the messages. It was impossible to tell for sure but she was certain that kaitlyn looked at least a shade more red as she typed out her reply.

-well you did ask me to serenade you. You must like me a little?-

At that, Charlotte felt her stomach drop. Nerves suddenly got the better of her. She could feel her palms start to sweat and her breath shake.

-duhh. That's why we're friends lol. [Sent]-

With that, Charlotte tossed her phone on to her bed and speed walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the hanger on her way. Once inside and with the door locked; She turned on the shower and leaned back against the sink, trying to make sense of the conflicting thoughts inside her head. Other people had flirted with her in the past, her boyfriends, guys at school, even Laura (though it was always made clear that it was a joke). So why was this playing on her mind so much?

#the junior #the sophmore #the sophomore #the freshman #mc x kaitlyn #kaitlyn x mc #kaitlyn liao #kaitlyn #pixelberry #choices #choices stories you play #choices stories we play

44 notes · View notes

accio-fan-fiction · 6 years

Photo

Title: Arrangements

Part One

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Maybe swearing

Summary: When Asgardian Royalty arrived at your door, you knew what you were expecting. The same rude, arrogant and brutish personalities as every other prince to ever make your acquaintance. Not this time, however. This time you have to make a choice; one that will change your life forever.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N - Okay so I love the support that I have gotten from part one and thank you so much to everyone who left comments you guys are the best xx

You and Thor sat on the couch across from your bed. You weren’t sure exactly what to expect right now. You hadn’t really spoken to Thor at all; only formalities had ever been exchanged between you two. You were worried for a moment that he might go down on one knee and beg for your hand, but thankfully, no such thing happened.

“I do not believe that either of us nor Loki, knew of the true reason for our visit,” he seemed to be genuine and serious, completely offsetting the impression you had of him. You nodded in agreement and he continued;

“However, as there does not seem to be a way in which we can all avoid this, we need to discuss who you are going to choose.”

“I completely agree,” you really didn't want him to ask you to chose him, but you also didn’t want to take away choice from Loki, that wouldn’t be fair.

“I think that you should choose Loki,” he said so sure of himself.

“Oh,” was all you seemed to be able to reply.

“That is not to say of course, that I would not be happy to wed you if that is what you wish, however, I must let you know that I believe Loki would be more than joyous to be your husband. We spoke earlier after our tours and he seemed so enamoured by you. I think that he genuinely likes you and that if you would have him, he would be ecstatic to have you as his wife.”

You laughed slightly, embarrassed that the prince was so taken by you. “I’ll talk to him,” you replied to him. You both stood up and walked towards your room door. You opened it for him but just before he left, he hugged you.

“Talk to him soon,” He said in your ear, you nodded and Thor pulled away and walked back towards his chambers.

You thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye but when you turned, all you saw was a slight glimmer of green and gold, but no one was there.

Loki’s POV

Loki couldn’t believe his ears. You were to marry either him or Thor. However, before he could talk to you about this, you had run away. Was the idea of marrying him so terrible? Loki didn’t know what to do, so he did what usually came naturally, argued with his father.

“You cannot possibly surprise a princess with this news and expect her to be completely willing to go along with what you want!” Loki was screaming at his parents. Frigga, being the Goddess of love, Loki thought would be horrified by something as barbaric as an arranged marriage, but she seemed content. Loki couldn’t tell of course, that she knew exactly what was going to happen, and that her son would be better for it.

“The princess will choose either you or Thor. One of you will marry her. That is final,” was Odin’s only reply.

“If you have anything else to add Loki, I suggest you talk to the princess herself, rather than us,” Frigga added more sympathetically than the Allfather.

Loki took a step back and looked away, clearly aware of what his mother was insinuating. She wanted the princess to choose him. Loki wouldn't admit it but he wanted that too. Of course, he would rather she choose him out of genuine interest rather than seeing him as the better of her only two options. And they didn't know each other. What if they spend time getting to know each other, then realised they hated each other. They wouldn't be able to truly separate. Marriages are a life commitment regardless of how feelings could change. But he was going to risk it.

Loki decided he would rather get to spend only a few short years getting to know being happy rather than never knowing what could happen. So he gathered his courage. He was going to ask you to choose him. He couldn't believe he was doing this. But he wanted to, he needed to. He needed you to know he wanted to be your husband.

Loki left the throne room and made a dash for your chambers. For once he was happy to participate in politics if it meant being able to be with you.

Loki had just gotten outside of the hall your room was in. He paused. He needed to look his best. With one wave of his hand, his hair was magically perfect and he wasn’t completely out of breath. He opened the door, only to be greeted with a sight that cut him through his soul. You were already there, beautiful as ever, but something was wrong. Thor was there too. You were hugging him, laughing and smiling. Loki knew he had no right to be jealous but he couldn’t help it. You had chosen Thor.

He believed he had a chance. No, he scoffed. How could he ever stand a chance against Thor? Perfect Thor. Loki had always lived in Thor’s shadow but he thought you of all people would understand what that felt like. To grow up knowing everyone favours your sibling. Apparently, he was wrong.

As Thor walked away from you, Loki defeatedly waved his hand and with that, he was gone before he thought you were able to see him.

You were excited to talk to Loki, nervous, but still excited. You hoped he would want to marry you. You hoped he wouldn’t be appalled at the arrangement, mostly you just hoped he would be happy.

You reached his door and gently knocked on it.

“Who is it?” He spat out. This shocked you slightly as you hoped he would be in a better mood before you brought this up.

“It’s Y/N,” You said, hope evident in your voice, “can we talk?”

“Why? Here to gush about your new fiancee” His words were venomous, spitting poison at you from behind the door. You were taken back. Not 10 minutes had gone by since Thor told you Loki was enamoured by you. What could have possibly changed in that length of time?

“Loki please, I... I just want to talk. Why is that a problem?” You thought he would at least be open to discussion, but apparently not. Then you heard his loud footsteps approach the door.

“Because I thought you would choose someone else,” He swung the door open so you were face to face with him. He glared so intensely into your eyes that you genuinely thought he hated you. His face was incredibly flushed and his eyes almost red with rage.

“How stupid of me to think that for once, someone could make the right decision. How stupid of me to think that you of all people would understand. How stupid of me to think that you were different,” Loki wasn’t just livid, he was hurt. He was moving closer and closer to you and if it wasn’t for trusting he was a good person, you thought he might hit you. What could possibly have made him this infuriated?

“I thought you were better than all the others.” This time there was no anger, no hate, and no rage, only a defeated sigh that you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear or not.

You wish he would at least have the decency to tell you what you did wrong.

“Why do you think I’m not?” Now it was your turn to be angry, “What did I do to make you this pissed off at me?”

“You honestly have no idea?” He was yelling again.

“Tell me!” You were trying to match his volume.

“There’s no point,” he was quiet again. He looked away, not daring to make eye contact with you. He kept his head down and, despite your protests, walked back into his room and closed the door, leaving you alone in an empty hallway.

Tag List (Which is open btw, just send me a message (Also the ones with lines through then wouldn’t link properly sorry))

@tchallaholla @fleckeshummel @spac3unic0rn @waywardsoulpainter @dmv49 @herorea08-blog-blog @tetsurii @chelseaxteens @geekgoddess2 @oddly-drawn-muse @angry-clam-fucker @embrel @boldlyoriginalkoala @nowisours-nowisforever @ptprocrastination @awesome-eccia @greenhands5 @onebloodypoet @josiehosiedaninja @5-7-0 @zeddlocket @ashleygrrrl @dianaarelyfernandezgarza97

#flower arrangements #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #loki series #loki one shot #loki imagine

364 notes · View notes

chiisana-sukima · 6 years

Note

Same anon - sorry if I came on too strong, I actually agree with you on some things but also - I saw a reddit discussion some time ago and one of the posters was a SPN crew member and he was saying how fed up he was with their pranks, bc they turned a 4-hour thing into a 6-hour thing and it got old very fast. Like, imagine being a mic guy or a camera guy and you just have to stand there holding heavy equipment while those idiots quote porn at each other. As for Misha, of course this is only/

Vicky’s business, but as far as I know 1) the third woman got dumped when they decided to have kids, so, like, you invest 5+ years in a relationship and then bye bye, and 2) he likes to pretend he’s deep and whatever, and instead he picks up young fans in a bar, that looks a bit seedy to me. It’s not being poly - it’s what ‘normal’ men want? A family at home and a hot girl whenever they want? Yeah, that’s easy. I’m only expressing an opinion bc he talks about this stuff so much, btw.

Hi again, nonny! No problem about the coming on strong thing. I really mean it that it’s fine to not all like the same people- some things bug some people more than others; I have my button-pushing topics that I can’t stand people too about. No biggie.

I actually agree about the biggest issue with the on-set stuff being the people in tech/behind-the-scenes positions, and so forth (including post-production too). Afaik, those people have way less institutional power, hiring is network-based, so they can’t even really complain, and unlike the few members of the cast who stay around for years, many of them work only a few episodes, so there’s no practical way that I can see to gauge consent even if J2M (and whoever else is involved) wanted to.

As far as Misha and whether he’s a good representative of poly culture goes, we’ll probably end up having to agree to disagree. I had heard that their other partner and they broke up when Misha and Vicki had kids (although the person who told me wasn’t positive; that’s why I said “may or may not”), but my poly family split over my kid too, so I’m not inclined to think less of someone over that. I was the instigator of the breakup, despite me still being madly, deeply in love with one of the people I and spouse left. We broke up over a combination of lack of social/legal protections and support, and differences in beliefs about childrearing (my kid has special needs, and we couldn’t agree on whether day care was appropriate for him or not). New parenthood is a common time for breakups in both poly and monogamous relationships.

If the breakup was because Misha didnt want to raise a child poly, then yeah, that’s not a shining endorsement of his commitment to poly issues, but on the other hand, he also may not be a person for whom poly is a natural and easy life choice, and that’s common in the partner who isn’t the one suggesting it too.

As far as the kinky 3ways/getting some on the side- yeah, if that’s what one is into,then that is indeed one of the benefits of being poly. If straight/vanilla/”normal” dudes want that, then they’re welcome to do the work of being poly too, and then it’s not sleazy anymore. It’s only sleazy if one is being dishonest/if not all parties are giving fully informed consent.

Like Misha and Vicki, I (the assigned chick at birth person) am the more “naturally” poly partner between me and my spouse (the assigned dude at birth person), and it’s been a long adjustment for Spouse coming to believe that when he’s on a hot date that I’m not also going on, I really mean it that I’m excited he’s getting a chance to enjoy himself and I hope everything goes awesome. I just, for whatever reason, don’t seem to have been born with a “normal” amount of jealousy, and I’ve also, on a personal level, had some “casual” sexual encounters that were among the most meaningful and joyous experiences of my life, so why would I not want my partner to have that kind of happiness too?

I’m guessing that you’re not yourself poly, and maybe don’t know that much about what being poly is about on a conceptual level, but please correct me if I’m wrong- I don’t mean to er… poly-splain to you. :D If that is indeed the case though, this: The Ethical Slut, Third Edition is a uh, seminal work and iirc an excellent read (though tbf, its been a couple decades since I read it, so I’m not positive how well it holds up- seems to still have excellent reviews though).

#poly issues #a little bit about on-set harassment #some fandom issues #but not particularly wanky

4 notes · View notes

embhm · 7 years

Text

Chapter 192: Looking for a PLACE TO STAY

NOTE: Thank you so much to our dearest Sae <3 for translating this chapter that is too sweet. Btw, to all those who joined us in the Addicted chat on the LINE app, thank you for introducing yourselves and becoming part of this talkative community. It’s all about our love for BL, especially the love between Gu Hai and Bai Luo Yin. Thanks for talking with us about it.

As a continued notice, please be advised that the “Addicted: The Novel” blog will always update the chapters earlier than here on Tumblr. Please visit https://addictedthenovel.wordpress.com for up to date postings on the translations. <Alec>

NO SPOILERS PLEASE!!!, in the comments or anywhere on this account. We have not finished reading the novel. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Votes/likes/comments are highly appreciated.

While reading, if available, please read the footnotes at the end of the chapter for clarification.

Translator: Sae Editor: Alec

As always, THANK YOU for reading and enjoying the journey with our ENDEARING boys:

GU HAI & BAI LUO YIN

《你丫上瘾了》

Chapter 192: Looking for a PLACE TO STAY

As they were driving the cars toward their random destination, Bai Luo Yin suddenly made a phone call to Gu Hai and asked, “If we keep heading west, we won’t be able to see the sea anymore, right?”

“Not necessarily. If we keep on driving, we’ll eventually reach Western Europe. You can also see the sea there.”

Bai Luo Yin remained silent for a long time before faintly saying, “What if I say I want to go to a town that has a sea?”

As he continued driving, Gu Hai turned his head slightly at the rear view mirror to glance over at Bai Luo Yin who was driving the other vehicle, yet he did not respond. A short while later, his foot abruptly pressed against the brake pedal, halting the car in the middle of the road as if to make an emergency stop. This in turn nearly caused Bai Luo Yin to hit his car from behind.

Suddenly, Gu Hai got out of the car and angrily made his way toward the front of Bai Luo Yin’s car.

“Get out!” He shouted as he knocked on the car window.

Bai Luo Yin opened the car door, but just as he was about to get out, his head was enveloped by a powerful pressure. Both of Gu Hai’s hands reached out and took hold of Bai Luo Yin’s face. His sharp and fierce gaze shot invisible arrows straight at Bai Luo Yin’s countenance.

“Why didn’t you say that a moment ago?”

A seemingly annoyed atmosphere framed Bai Luo Yin’s expression the entire time. “I wasn’t really thinking much about it then.”

“Wasn’t thinking about it? You think it’ll just disappear if you didn’t think about it?” Gu Hai said as if to lecture him one word at a time, “You say this now after we’ve driven west for over 300 kilometers already? Do you know how much gas we’ve burned out during these 300 kilometers? Do you know how many breakfasts we could’ve eaten with all that gas? Really now…...you know don’t know how expensive daily necessities are when you’ve never been in charge of a family. Seeing how wasteful you are, we won’t even have enough for ten days. By then, we would have no choice but to go back!”

Bai Luo Yin did not utter a word. The corner of his eyes simply narrowed into a 45 degree angle as he stared down attentively at the zipper on Gu Hai’s pants.

“I’m talking to you! Are you listening?” Gu Hai grabbed Bai Luo Yin’s head and lifted it up again using a deceitful expression to threaten him.

Bai Luo Yin tried to suppress his laughter to the point that his internal organs began to hurt.

Gu Hai stuck his sturdy chest out, adopting a stern posture as he berated the other boy, “Stop being all happy and cute with me. Act proper!”

The sound of Bai Luo Yin’s continuous laughter immediately transmitted throughout the open space. This joyous vocalization was so bright that even Gu Hai was pulled into a spell of smiles and laughter himself. In an attempt to try and control his own laughter, Gu Hai’s hand reached out with the intention of wanting to strike Bai Luo Yin, but Bai Luo Yin—being one step ahead of him—quickly ran away. Not surprisingly, Gu Hai’s hand grasped the air before he looked up, then he ran after Bai Lou Yin, closely behind him.

When Bai Luo Yin quickened his pace and ran around the car, Gu Hai also sped up and went a full round after him. After a few more rounds, Gu Hai finally realized that even if he keeps on chasing like this, he would never be able to catch Bai Luo Yin sooner. Quickly taking note of Bai Luo Yin’s pace and his position on the other side, Gu Hai approximated the timing. Then he leapt onto the roof of the car, flipped over and from there took hold of Bai Luo Yin, locking him tight into a hug.

“What can I say for you to be good?” Gu Hai grumbled affectionately, “We’ve already driven this far. If we were to turn back now, that’s just wrong!”

“If we take another route back, we’ll be able to see different sceneries.”

“It’s pitch black, what’s there to see huh? Besides, wouldn’t it take even longer to go another route?”

Bai Luo Yin hesitated for moment. There was a touch of sadness in his voice once he was able to speak again, “How about we just forget about it? Let’s just continue driving west.”

Gu Hai looked bitterly at Bai Luo Yin for a while when suddenly his hand slammed on the car.

“Forget it, let’s go east!”

Hearing those words, Bai Luo Yin exposed a brightly lit victorious smile.

The two wanted to sit in the same car and have something to eat first before heading out again. It was obvious to see that once the trunk of the car was opened, it was full of food and nothing else. They carried a large bag and sat in the driver and passenger seats to stuff their faces.

Gu Hai took out a small milk carton. But, just as he inserted the straw for a drink, Bai Luo Yin snatched it away and sipped from it in his own mouth instead.

“Look at you! You’re so lazy. I have to put the straw in for you just to drink milk.”

After saying that, he was about to grab another carton when Bai Luo Yin blocked him. Bai Luo Yin turned his body around and took out a carton of warm milk from inside an electric heating container then passed it over to Gu Hai.

“Drink this.”

Gu Hai’s expression became slightly sluggish, refusing to take the carton. Noting this rebellious act, Bai Luo Yin shoved it directly into his hands, “You’ve been starving for so many days, it’s best not to drink the cold one.”

Silence.

Gu Hai’s heart was just like the carton of milk in his hand, warm, to the point that it was burning his insides in flames. Each scarlet flame that flickered radiated heat.

“When did you heat this up for me?”

“Just a moment ago, before we got out of the car. Give it a taste, is it warm enough?”

Complying with Bai Luo Yin’s words, Gu Hai inserted the straw and drank a mouthful. There was a small smile at the corner of his lips. With just one taste, he felt that it wasn't milk that he was drinking, instead they were his feelings that have been deeply moved. The look on Gu Hai’s face softened as he gently took hold of Bai Luo Yin’s head and lay a kiss on his rosy lips. Bai Luo Yin’s lips were now covered with those “feelings of being deeply moved”……

After dinner, the two found a hotel to spend the night. Early the next day, they started their journey again. They drove into the night of the following day until they finally reached Qingdao[1]. There, they decided to stay for the time being.

While the cars traveled along the side of the road, Bai Luo Yin could hear the sound of the raging waves reverberating against his ears. As he rolled down his car window, his eyes were met with the endless sea that stretched out into the horizon. Seeing this, Bai Luo Yin was unable to hold back the excitement that welled up at the bottom of his heart. He immediately stopped his car on the roadside and began to walk toward the beach not too far off in the distance.

Gu Hai also stopped his car and followed Bai Luo Yin down.

“It’s beautiful.”

Only those two words were needed to express Bai Luo Yin’s feelings at this very moment.

Under a sky of perfect midnight velvet, sprinkled with stars so brilliant that they drew the eyes heaven bound, both boys looked out at the sight ahead.

Although it was already night time, the magnificent sea that surged forth nevertheless covered every corner that they looked at. Their hearts and minds opened up even more as they stood at the seaside, feeling the wind brush by.

“I don’t want to leave.” Bai Luo Yin lay down on the sandy shore, “I want to sleep here tonight and watch the sunrise at dawn.”

Gu Hai’s face collapsed with defeat, “Hey, can you let me enjoy the feeling of lying on a bed for a moment?”

From the tunnel to the open road, he had nearly forgotten what a pillow and blanket actually looked like!

Nonetheless, Bai Luo Yin still had on a reluctant appearance.

Gu Hai urged him, “This beach is no good. Qingdao has a golden beach that’s pretty good. I’ll take you there for a look tomorrow. Right now, come and help me find a place to sleep at. We still have a lot of things to tidy up!”

In just a minute, Bai Luo Yin was sweet talked by Gu Hai back to the car.

After pulling out two fake identity cards, they successfully settled into a hotel.

Just as they finished showering and had lain down on the bed, Gu Yang’s call came through.

“Where have you run off to?”

Gu Hai’s hand was trailing along Bai Luo Yin’s neck before he caressed his bare and smooth back while speaking, “Qingdao.”

“What?” Gu Yang’s tone did not seem impressed. “I struggled for three days to give you two three precious days, and you’ve only ran off to Shandong?”[2]

The annoyance in his voice is obvious even to Gu Hai as he began to give him an explanation. “The first day we had to pack up, set up a false identity, and change our license plates……this hideous mess delayed us by one day. The second day, we finally set out. Originally, we had come to an agreement to travel west but the little bastard suddenly changed his mind and said he wanted to go to a place that has the sea so we had to turn back around to another road. I’m quite familiar to Qingdao since I came here before. We’ll be staying here for the time being.”

One can just imagine Gu Yang’s mood at this point just from hearing those words.

“Ge, why aren’t you speaking?” asked Gu Hai.

Gu Yang went silent for a long while until he coldly replied: “Your father has found out that you’re gone. I reckon he will launch an operation to hunt you down soon. If there’s no need to, don’t run around everywhere. Stay there for the time being and if things become suspicious, move on to another place again.”

A cautious look painted itself deeply in Gu Hai’s eyes as he answered, “I know.”

“Where’s Bai Luo Yin?” Gu Yang then asked.

Gu Hai turns to look at his side.

Hmm…Yin Zi was lying here just a moment ago. Where did he run off to now?

“That’s fine. There’s no need to look. Just tell me his phone number later.”

“What do you need his phone number for?”

Gu Hai hadn’t finished speaking yet but the person on the other side had already hung up.

A moment later, Bai Luo Yin returned after having gone to the balcony to give Bai Han Qi a call.

“Come here, I have something to ask you.” Gu Hai beckoned for Bai Luo Yin go to him.

Complying to his words, Bai Luo Yin casually lay down besides Gu Hai. “Speak!”

“Did you look to my brother for help?”

Bai Luo Yin nodded his head, “Yeah.”

The color in Gu Hai’s eyes gradually sunk before his line of sight locked with Bai Luo Yin’s face.

“Did he make it difficult for you?”

“Make it difficult for me?” Bai Luo Yin pretended to be confused as his brows pulled together creating a few soft lines, “What difficulty are you referring to?”

“For example…… did he seize the opportunity and propose a severe condition that you needed to satisfy?”

Bai Luo Yin’s mind went into utter shock.

Gu Hai understands Gu Yang extremely well too huh?

“How can that be?”

Bai Luo Yin laughed recklessly, not in the less concerned, “You’re his close brother. It’s only normal that he should go and help you out. Is it worthwhile for him to set a condition for me?”

“He really didn’t say anything?” Gu Hai persistently asked, determined with his words.

Looking squarely at him, Bai Luo Yin firmly shook his head, “He didn't. When I told him the situation, he agreed immediately.”

“As expected!” Gu Hai bitterly slammed his fist on the bed.

A fearful tremble gripped Bai Luo Yin’s chest as those two words sounded off.

Is it possible that this lie has been exposed?

In the end, Gu Hai said with a darkened face: “As expected, that fucking bastard treats you differently! Normally when someone finds him for help, he always sets a condition. I’m no exception. He actually gave you the green light……”

Bai Luo Yin remained silent, completely dumbfounded at himself. If he had known earlier that Gu Hai was going to be jealous over something like this, he would have told him the truth instead.

“I’m telling you, you’re not allowed to tell him your current phone number!” Gu Hai intentionally told him repeatedly.

“Why would I tell him my number?”

“That’s good.” Gu Hai then snorts, “You can’t sneak around and use my phone to contact him either!”

Listening to Gu Hai’s repeated nagging, Bai Luo Yin became angry at the statement, “What would I contact him for?”

A pleasant smile of satisfaction kissed Gu Hai’s lips as he used the blanket to cover Bai Luo Yin’s head.

“Go to sleep.”

The next day, the two took a ferry to Huangdao’s gold sands beach. [3]

Since it was an off season for tourism, there were not many tourists. The sea water was a lot more crystal clear than before while the sand was even more clean and exquisite. When Bai Luo Yin first set foot on the beach, it felt exactly like stepping on soft cotton.

What Gu Hai had said was correct, this beach was truly more beautiful and magnificent than the one that they had seen last night. Once the two found a quiet corner to sit down on, Bai Luo Yin stretched his hand out to touch a small shell. He picked it up and waved it back and forth in front of Gu Hai’s eyes, then flings it back into the sea. It was awe-inspiring that such a small shell can also create a small splash that blossomed out into a small wave that faded into the calm sea.

“AHH!!!” Without warning, Bai Luo Yin roared into the open space as if to relieve himself of a heavy burden. His voice loud yet soft, trickled into Gu Hai’s ear like a grand symphony being played out. After shouting, Bai Luo Yin’s heart and mind was overflowed with a sense of happiness that he hasn’t felt for a long time.

The people around here can casually look all they want. I don’t know any of you anyways.

-----

Translator’s Note

[1] Qīngdǎo - Combining fresh sea air and dashing good looks, Qīngdǎo (青岛) – the name means 'Green Island' – is a rare modern city that has managed to preserve some of its past while angling a dazzling modern face to the future. Its blend of concession-era and modern architecture puts China’s standard white-tile and blue-glass developments to shame. The winding cobbled streets, historic German architecture and red-capped hillside villas are captivating and there's so much to enjoy in the city’s diverse food scene, headlined by the ubiquitous home town beer Tsingtao. Meanwhile, the seaside aspect keeps the town cooler than the inland swelter zones during summer, and slightly warmer in winter.

[lonely planet]

[2] Shandong – a coastal province of the People's Republic of China, and is part of the East China region. Qingdao is a city in eastern Shandong Province, it is also the largest city in that province.

[3] Gold Sands Beach - located in the southern tip of the Shandong Peninsula of sea shore in Phoenix island Huangdao District of Qingdao. It is near Yellow Sea in the south. Its shape is like the crescent. Gold Sands Beach is more than 3500 metres long and 300 metres wide. Because that the water is clear, the beach is flat, sand is like powder and the colour and lustre is as gold, it is named "Gold Sands Beach", which is the largest and most beautiful beach, known as "the first beach in Asia".

----------------------------

Are you addicted?

The original novel is written by Chai Jidan.

We do not own any of its content, we are translators and editors.

#are you addicted?#addicted the web series #addicted the novel #bai luo yin #gu hai #xu wei zhou #huang jingyu #hailuoyin #heroin #chinese novel #chinese webseries #chinesebl #chinese translations #guhaixbailuoyin #Chai Jidan

211 notes · View notes

shakesonaplane · 6 years

Text

Throwback Blog Post: “Top 5 Airplane Personalities”

Season’s greetings my intrepid band of misfits. I hope the coming weeks bring some sort of wonderful holiday cheer and joyous good times. If you’re like me, you’re huddled around something warm right now as the Northern Hemisphere plunges into the cold abyss that is the winter (#brr). In my meandering on the internet and my old archives, I somehow stumbled upon a blog I wrote from back in College / University. In reading through my realized how frightfully embarrassing that whole thing is (not that this is any less embarrassing mind you), but I did find a gem that really brought a smile to my day.

So instead of some trip recap (and because I’m lazy), I’d like to offer you a throwback post from 2008 where I decided to tell the world that I’m a pathological liar when I travel. Given the upcoming increase in your travel plans, I figure what better time to remind everyone that airplanes are sincerely a fun place to make some new friends. So, without much further ado, I present an “anshubhaiyya” special from 9 years ago on how much I enjoyed messing with people on airplanes as a young adult.

In case you’re wondering what I looked like in 2008 when I wrote all of this insanity (only things that haven’t changed are the hairy arms)

Hi I’m Ken Adams - Top 5 Airplane Personalities

I love airports…well, I take that back, I don’t like being in them when I’m in a rush or when I’ve just had my fourth cavity search, but I love to people watch. When you go to an airport, everyone is so busy and so hustled that people’s real, unfriendly selves come out. Whether its the angry mother with her four kids being rowdy, who she normally handles well but given the lack of Sesame Street or toys, she’s stuck keeping them occupied…or the busy business person who doesn’t seem to notice there are other people in lines or on escalators and always has a damn bluetooth headset attached (btw its funny to talk as the other part of their conversations and watch their reactions)…or the harassed traveler who is stuck in a place they don’t want to be because of weather and they’re either yelling or sleeping due to exhaustion from too much yelling…

But, when you get on that plane, you’re forced to sit and be nice to a person who is far too close for comfort…and if you’re like me you’re usually alone in traveling so you don’t know this woman/man and have to be cordial and polite for any amount of flight time while all you wish was that you could land and do something mildly interesting…..the best, though, is how people tend to strike up conversations with each other in order to make the time fly….maybe even asking thought provoking questions but usually just trying to keep the conversation going because, let’s face it…if you start and stop abruptly it’s just awkward

So, this guy sitting next to you on the flight, they don’t know you and chances are you’ll never meet them again….so what do I do? I lie….I make up who I am and where I’ve come from and what I’m doing because, to me, that’s more interesting…the more exciting you are the more fun you can have with people and in turn, the more fun they have….it’s fun to meet someone interesting, so much so that you feel better about your trip given a fun tidbit of information or a cool personality (see Fight Club)…

1) The Child Prodigy

A lot of us like to travel as comfortable as possible, and in doing so we tend to wear shirts, hoodies or hats that have our school’s name on them….so usually a good way to start a conversation with this person is to see their age and ask, “oh do you go to school there?”…to which one can simply reply…”oh no, I actually teach”…the cover story I used was that I was a child prodigy and graduated high school at age 14, college at age 17 and got my Ph. D. last year (usually I’m about 21 or 22)…people are usually astounded and I say “no, it’s not that great, I don’t have tenure yet, just an assistant professor” and when asked about what you teach, make up some information about the last final or test you took and run with it….whether you’re an economics guru or a biological whiz or whatever…this one is always fun because the first look you get is the “what the hell?” look to which you can laugh and say “I know, sounds crazy…”

2) The identical twin

This particular way doesn’t usually work, unless you sit next to someone who barely recognizes you (someone from school or an extracurricular or someone that hardly knows who you are)….this is actually what started, for me, the lying on airplanes…One day when I met a girl I recognized from high school debate (nerdy, yes), she ended up sitting next to me in the small hometown airport….she was a HUGE ass kisser/gunner/bitch/etc. but wanted to befriend me on the plane….she led with a “have we met”…so I countered with the “no, I’m sorry” and when she said I looked familiar and had I done debate I said, “oh, no that was my twin brother Abhishek….yeah my name is Neil, I didn’t do all that…he did”….after which I spoke about myself in the third person to her and just basically made up whatever I liked…where I went to school, how I was doing, what I had said about debate/her/Harvard (where she went)….sometimes talking about yourself as someone else to someone else who actually thinks they know your original self can be fun…write that down

3) The Arranged Marriage-er

This one always kills because of the ethnic card I have…see being a young Indian man flying to and from random cities can get really annoying…people tend to glare at you, almost afraid you’re a ticking bomb…so when you sit down next to your John/Jane Doe…you start to fidget, act uncomfortable, and ultimately ask them if they’re married (it usually helps if they are)…when they reply, you start asking interesting, thought provoking questions about married life in America (accented is a plus), and ultimately end the line of questioning with…”well that was probably easier bc you met your spouse well before”…after they try to figure it out….you start with the ethnic barbaric nature so many people think exists….I’m only 22 but it’s a good marriage age…my parents found a wonderful person from India who is our caste and all the stars and signs agree we’re a great match…I’ve met her a few times but I’m on this plane to go to my wedding…they live in ______ (insert town) and basically I’m going to be married in a few days….then just sit back and watch as they ponder the crazy arrangements, they congratulate you, or they are shocked….my ultimate goal is to have a champagne toast or something with the cabin after several people hear about it…but yes, this is one of my favorite airplane personalities bc marriage makes people happy

4) The Professional Dancer

This tends to work best if you’re flying to and from a major city….I first used this on a trip from LAX to Chicago…sometimes when people ask you what you’re doing in a certain city, this is a good way to go….it’s hard to be a professional singer or actor or athlete because more people will attempt to look for you or even know if you’ve been in certain things (unless you want to be totally aspiring but that’s no fun)…so I went the dancer route…you’re traveling from your home in City A to a concert in City B for _______ (insert obscure musician) in which you’re a backup dancer….you can start talking about influences, styles and even tell the person of where they might’ve seen you (“If you ever see a video with a group called N’Sync…called Pop, I was in the background of the ____ scene)…then you can start talking about the business, people you know, potential sexualities….it’s always quite fun

5) The Young Entreprenuer

Sometimes you find yourself sitting on flights and you’re dressed better than you should….you might be wearing a suit or just a nicer outfit than most and we all tend to own nice electronics like iPods and things…so this one I’ve devised on a trip back from NYC when I changed into my only clean (but very dressy) clothing…go with what you like but I tend to start my young millionaire personality as an online store that sells something really random…chairs are a good one, also random software, designer kitchenware, video gamer sites…basically anything that most people wouldn’t look at as millionaire making….when people ask what you do you say, oh well I’m just outta college but I’m working on my company, which I started in HS…right now we’re private but we’re getting enough buzz to warrant publicly selling to google/ebay/apple, whatever…basically running with the idea that you’re set for life and all you want to do is make more money…it’s always a good idea to have a company name in mind in case, but usually you can be small enough to be under the radar of most people….being a young millionaire can be fun too, because you can talk about the dream cars you own, the trips you’ve taken and, if you have an elderly person, it’ll melt their heart if you say you’ve made it so you’re parents don’t have to work anymore…

…Just to let you know, I don’t think lying is a great thing to do…the idea is that having fun is important and this person who you’ll never see again will only understand you as that interesting person they met on a plane….in a way you’ll brighten their day…people usually live their lives in such an ordinary, routine and mundane fashion that a little spark is always fun….so if you get away with your personality, you’ve made someone’s day more interesting and made yours more fun…it’s a win-win….

Well, that was generally an odd experience to re-read :) Hope you enjoyed that little trip down memory lane and have some fun ideas for what you’d like to do on your next holiday travel flight. Next year I’ll be back with loads more travel and hopefully some great stories to go along with them. Till then, Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/whatever it is you celebrate!

Cheers (and, for the throwback, jsk)! Abhishek

#shakesonaplane #tbt #throwback #airplane #travel #tips #tricks #lies #personalities #friends #joey #entrepreneur #dancer #marriage #arranged #university #twin

0 notes