#THE WAY I WAS CHEERING AT SEEING HOW INTENSE THE BAD KIDS GOT IN THE FIGHT

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The posts ive seen about "I really hope the bad kids dont hurt the rat grinders :(" is giving the same energy as the hangman to fabian going "we should be nice to her cause if we just keep being nice to her then she'll stop being so mean!!"

#THE WAY I WAS CHEERING AT SEEING HOW INTENSE THE BAD KIDS GOT IN THE FIGHT #LIKE YESSS #LETS FUCKING GO #GET THEIR ASSSSSS #“theyre just kids” BRO SO ARE THE ENTIRE REST OF THE SCHOOL AND THEYRE NOT MURDERING INNOCENTS WHILE TRYING TO SUMMON A CORRUPTED RAGE GOD #TO SUPPOSEDLY RULE THE WORLD??? #its actually so easy to Not murder other kids and summon a rage god to rule the world #insanely easy to not do that #“cut his head off so he wont be revived” #“IM GOING TO SKIN YOU” #“loser says what?” #I LOVE THEM #THE ENERGY #OPTIMAL #INCREDIBLE #FABULOUS #i love my bad kids soso much #im going so insane over this episode i need to stop posting about it #dimension 20 fhjy #fhjy spoilers #d20 fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20 #bad kids #the rat grinders

[bossbtch1]

Against All Odds

The GIF is not mine; credit goes to the respective artist/creator.

Summary : You recently joined the Avengers, and everyone has accepted you except for Bucky. Now, the challenge lies in proving him wrong, but can you succeed changing his mind and earn his trust? Or do you have to do more to earn it? (geez, I’m suck at this)

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)

TW: SMUT, 18+, strong language, enemies-to-lovers-ish, oral (m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation (slut calling), slight choking, orgasm denial

Word Count: Around 10k (I know it's a bit long, I got carried away. Sorry) → smut is like 4k hehe

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story, and it’s a smut one at that. English isn't my first language, so apologies for any mistakes or bad grammar. I hope you still enjoy the story!

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

If you like my story, please go check out my other stories here

These are the aesthetic for part 1 (solely for visual representation of what going to happen on the story, this meant no representation for body type or ethnicity)

You've always been a dependable agent ever since you were young, someone who could handle the toughest missions without letting your emotions get in the way. Nick Fury spotted your potential when you were just a kid, taking you under his wing. It was his belief in you that kept you going, and it all led to the thrilling moment when he thought it was time for you to join the Avengers. After all those years of hard work, it felt like a dream come true.

Then came your first day with the team. You'd just joined, and they wanted to see how good you were in a fight. You almost beat Natasha in a really intense battle, proving to everyone that you totally belonged with the Avengers. Your determination to show your worth never wavered. But there was this one guy, Bucky Barnes, who just couldn't seem to trust you no matter what.

On your first day with the Avengers, the training room buzzed with anticipation as you faced off against Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow. It was a test of your combat skills, a way to see if you had what it took to be part of Earth's mightiest heroes. The desire to become one of them, although it might sound cliché and cringey, burned within you.

The Avengers, including Nick Fury, Captain America, Iron Man, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye and Thor, watched from up above, all curious and eager to see how you'd do. Their faces showed they were rooting for you.

However, as you glanced upward to catch your breath, your eyes locked onto Bucky Barnes. He stood there, solitary and stern, arms crossed over his chest. His intense gaze bore into you, but unlike the other Avengers, his expression was far from encouraging. There was a deep skepticism in his eyes, a doubt that seemed unshakable, and it cast a shadow over your determination to prove yourself to the team.

Natasha, dressed in her familiar black outfit, gave you a serious look that made you stop staring up. When she spoke, you turned your attention to her. "Think you've got this, newbie?" she teased, a touch of amusement in her voice.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was your moment to prove yourself, and there was no turning back. The weight of your new Avengers uniform felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. "I'm ready, Natasha.", you responded with determination. You weren't going to back down now.

Natasha grinned. "We'll see about that."

The two of you circled each other, and then, without warning, Natasha lunged at you with lightning speed. Her attack was quick and precise, but you were able to block it, thanks to your training. As the two of you sparred, the crowd cheered and shouted their support. It was a battle of wits and willpower, and neither of you was willing to give up.

"You're good," Natasha admitted, her voice dripping with genuine admiration. "But let's see how you handle this." With a fluid motion, she unleashed a series of acrobatic moves, flipping and twisting through the air before landing gracefully behind you.

You spun around to face her, sweat beading on your forehead. "Impressive, but I'm not done yet."

The fight continued, and you pushed yourself to keep up with Natasha's relentless assault. Your training and instincts kicked in, and you began to hold your own. It was a back-and-forth battle, each of you landing hits and dodging the other's attacks.

But Natasha was more experienced than you, and eventually, she managed to overpower you. She had you pinned to the ground, her face inches away from yours. You struggled against her grip, but she held you firmly in place. "Had enough?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gritting your teeth, you mustered all the determination you had left. "Not a chance," you replied, refusing to admit defeat.

The crowd went wild as Natasha delivered the final blow, knocking you out. She stood there, victorious, a small smile playing on her lips acknowledging your impressive performance. "Good fight," she said, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted her hand, "Thanks, Natasha. You're incredible."

The room erupted in applause, and everyone from the observation deck descended to congratulate you. Fury, wearing a proud smile, gave you a warm hug. "Well done, Y/N. You're officially part of the team," he declared, his words filled with pride. He whispered, "I'm proud of you, Y/N," and it meant the world to you.

But amid the celebration with your new teammates, there was one person who didn't seem as thrilled. James "Bucky" Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stood in a quiet corner of the room, his expression inscrutable.

You had felt his presence throughout the entire match, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. Bucky's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, then he turned and left the room, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.

Bucky went out of his way to undermine your confidence, pushing you to the brink of quitting time and time again. His words still fresh in your mind. "I don't think you're cut out for this, kid. This isn't a game. It's a matter of life and death. You’re not ready for this."

It hurt. You didn't understand why he was so determined to bring you down. What had you done to make him dislike you so much? Despite Bucky's relentless doubts, you refused to back down. You were determined to earn his respect, just as you had with the rest of the team.

So, every day, you trained harder, pushed yourself further, and proved your worth on every mission. Your hope was that one day, Bucky would finally see you for the capable agent you truly were and put his doubts to rest once and for all.

One day, as you were making your way to the gym, the sound of voices caught your attention. It was Bucky and Steve, engaged in a hushed conversation that seemed to revolve around you. Curiosity piqued, you tried to maintain a discreet distance, keen on hearing what they were saying. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Buck, I think you're being too hard on her. She's a good fighter and she's eager to learn," Steve argued.

Bucky's skepticism remained unshaken. "I'm just trying to watch out for the team. She's a liability, not ready for this kind of responsibility."

Steve being the optimist pushed back gently, his support for you evident in his tone. "I think you're the only one who feels that way."

Bucky's voice grew firmer as he explained his perspective. "She's only here 'cause Nick Fury vouched for her. There are others who deserve this chance more. I could name a couple who'd fit better on this team than her."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, casting doubt on your worthiness. It was difficult to hear that the person you looked up to and wanted to prove yourself to was actually against you, even though Bucky's argument was valid.

You couldn't help but question if your acceptance into the Avengers was indeed solely because of Fury. You had always believed that your spot on the Avengers was earned through your skills and dedication. Bucky's doubts made you second-guess if you had truly earned your place.

"Buck, there's more to it than that," Steve replied, his voice steady. "Just be patient with her."

Unable to endure the conversation any longer, your heart felt heavy as you turned away, doing your best to conceal the hurt that washed over your face. With resolve, you changed your course and headed towards the field track, hoping a run would help clear your mind.

Later, as the sun set on the horizon, you were still out running laps. Your thoughts were racing, and your body was aching, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

"You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep pushing like that."

You jumped, startled by the sudden voice. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Bucky standing a few feet away, his arms crossed.

Caught off guard, you tried to put on a brave face. "I'm okay," you lied, attempting to hide the pain that was clearly etched on your face. Stopping abruptly had caused your feet to throb with discomfort.

Bucky, however, wasn't buying your façade. He narrowed his eyes, his concern deepening. "You're not. You're hurt."

In response, you shook your head stubbornly, your pride urging you to push through the pain. "I'll manage," you insisted, even though every step sent a sharp twinge through your feet.

Bucky's gaze remained sharp and unwavering. "You're not fooling anyone with that."

Deep down, you knew he was right. The pain was becoming harder to ignore, and your stubbornness could only take you so far. But in that moment, you weren't quite ready to admit defeat or show weakness, especially not to someone like Bucky.

Bucky took a step closer, his expression resolute. "Come on, we're heading inside," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I'm okay, I can-." You began to protest, but he interrupted you firmly, "Y/N, enough. This is an order. You're only making my job more difficult by trying to tough it out. Let's go, and I don't want to hear another word from you."

Reluctantly, you fell silent and went along with Bucky, allowing him to guide you back to the facility. As you walked, you couldn't help but mull over his earlier words, "You're making my job harder by trying to tough it out." It left you wondering why he cared or felt responsible for you, especially when you believed he disliked you.

Once inside, Bucky seated you and fetched a glass of water. Taking a sip, you felt a wave of relief as it helped ease some of your fatigue. Then, without uttering a word, Bucky briefly stepped away, returning in less than a minute with bandages and medicine in hand.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't resist asking, "What's all that for?" Your eyes were drawn to the medical supplies.

"Take off your shoes and socks," Bucky directed, his tone brooking no dissent.

"I don't think I need..." You began to protest, but a quick glance at Bucky's determined face made it clear that there was no room for discussion.

Letting out a sigh, you gave in and removed your shoes and socks. What you saw shocked you: your feet were in a terrible state, bleeding and covered with painful blisters, a clear result of your overly enthusiastic run.

You heard Bucky mutter a curse under his breath as he knelt down in front of you. "Bucky, seriously, I can handle it," you tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Just stay put and let me take care of this." His voice was firm, and he got to work tending to your battered feet. Gently, he placed your feet on his lap, starting to clean the cuts on your soles. You winced slightly as the sting of the alcohol met the open wounds.

While he busied himself tending to your injuries, you found your gaze drifting to him. Bucky was undeniably handsome and hot, you couldn't help but appreciate his appearance. As your eyes met his, he suddenly looked up at you.

"Got something on your mind?" he asked, his expression as enigmatic as ever.

You blinked, realizing that you'd been staring. Heat crept into your cheeks as you stammered, "I, uh, have an issue with my shoes." You finally managed to say, though it wasn't exactly the eloquent response you'd hoped for.

Bucky, his expression unamused, retorted, "Well, that's clear." After he finished bandaging your wounds, he added, "But there's more to it than just your shoes."

"You can't be out here, pushing yourself so hard if you're going to injure yourself. This isn't a game. You must take care of yourself. You can't expect to get the full experience if you're going to hurt yourself." His words were harsh, but they were true.

"I know," you admitted with a sigh, guilt gnawing at you. "I just got caught up and lost track of time. It's not that bad."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Not that bad?" He challenged you. "Then stand up. Let's see how not that bad it really is."

Your cheeks burned. You could already feel the ache in your legs and the throbbing pain in your feet. But you refused to show any weakness. Not now. Not in front of him.

"Fine." With a determined look, you pushed yourself up from the chair, wincing as you put weight on your injured soles. Your feet stung, and your muscles were sore, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through it.

Bucky couldn't help but scoff, clearly frustrated with your stubbornness and tendency to challenge him.  "You want to be part of this team, right?"

You nodded, your determination unwavering despite the discomfort. "Yeah, I do.”

"Then you need to stop being reckless and start acting like an Avenger. We can't afford to have someone on our team who's too stubborn to admit when they're injured. It's only gonna make things worse." he said firmly, taking a step closer to you. "Maybe you could start by, I don't know, following orders and not talking back every chance you get."

The harshness in his words took you by surprise, but they also cut deep. Because you knew he was right.

With that he left the room, leaving you behind to wallow in shame. You knew he was right. But it hurt, especially coming from him.

Weeks later, you received the news that you'd be joining the team on your very first mission. The excitement bubbled up inside you as you geared up for the assignment. But as the mission unfolded, things took a turn for the worse.

You spotted a group of enemies heading for a crowded area and impulsively decided to engage them without waiting for the team's signal or support. Your intentions were to protect the civilians, but your recklessness got the best of you. Your impulsive move led to a chaotic firefight, and in the midst of the chaos, a civilian stumbled into the line of fire, narrowly escaping harm.

Bucky, who had been keeping an eye on you, witnessed the entire sequence of events unfold. His anger and frustration boiled over as he watched you put not only yourself but also innocent bystanders in danger.

Inside the quinjet, as the mission concluded, he couldn't contain his fury any longer. "What the fuck was that, Y/N?!" he erupted, his voice echoing in the confined space.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame and regret.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" Bucky snapped, his intense gaze burning into you. You couldn't bear to meet his eyes, and instead, you cast your gaze downward, your hands trembling with the weight of your mistake.

"If you're gonna keep making mistakes like that, then maybe you don't belong on this team. You could've gotten someone killed back there." His words stung, but he was right.

Natasha stepped in to defend you, "Bucky, it was an accident, and it was her first mission. Everyone makes mistake.”

Bucky didn't back down. "Yeah, and accidents can cost lives, Nat. She need to be more careful," he retorted, glaring back at you. "You can't afford to be an idiot like that out there. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled, his anger getting the best of him.

Clint said, "Hey! Enough. She's done enough of a beating already, I know she can do better next time."

"There might not be a next time," Bucky grumbled.

Confusion and worry welled up inside you. 'What do you mean by that?' you wondered silently, unable to find your voice.

Bucky's frustration boiled over as he remarked, "Maybe she should think twice about putting others at risk if she can't handle it."

You turned your gaze away, determined not to let the tears fall. Tony took charge of the situation, his voice steady and reassuring. "Alright, that's enough," Tony declared firmly. "We're all on edge right now after what happened. We all know she can do better, and we'll address it later. For now, let's just concentrate on getting back home."

The rest of the ride was filled with tension, Bucky's glare never leaving you as you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Wanda noticed your discomfort and moved over to sit next to you. She placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and asked gently, "How are you holding up?"

You appreciated Wanda's concern and gave her a small, grateful smile. "I'll be okay," you replied softly. "Just need some time to process everything. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed."

Wanda patted your shoulder again, offering more comfort. "Mistakes are part of learning, especially on your first mission. Remember, the key is to learn from them and get better. Don't let Bucky's words get to you too much."

You let out a weary sigh, realizing the truth in her words. "Yeah, I know.”

The quinjet touched down on the landing pad, and a sense of relief washed over you as you realized you were finally back home. This was it. You were finally home. "We'll talk later, okay?" Wanda asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You nodded appreciatively at her and quickly made your way to your room. You wanted nothing more than to lock yourself away and forget the whole thing ever happened. But the guilt and shame were too much to bear.

About a month after the incident, news of another mission started to circulate rapidly around the Avengers' headquarters. The buzz of excitement and anticipation filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions—both excitement and anxiety. This mission was your chance to redeem yourself after the missteps on your first assignment.

Determined to discuss your readiness for this new mission, you sought out Steve. As you approached his office, you noticed him engrossed in reading some files. You gently knocked on the open door.

"Hi Steve, may I come in?" you asked politely.

Steve looked up from the files and offered you a welcoming smile. He promptly closed the documents and gestured for you to enter. "Of course, come in Y/N." You stepped into his office, and he continued, "How are you doing, by the way?" Steve motioned for you to take a seat, showing genuine concern.

You settled into the chair across from him and fidgeted with your fingers, trying to find the right words. "I'm good, better than what happened last time..." You paused, your voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry about last time..."

Steve's warm smile remained reassuring. "Hey, Y/N, that's okay. We all make mistakes," he said with a reassuring tone, "Don't beat yourself up too much about it, okay?" His kindness and understanding were a comfort, making you feel grateful for his leadership and support.

"So, what brings you here?" Steve asked with a welcoming smile.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "I heard there's another mission in 2 days..." After a pause, you continued, "But I haven't received the assignment or briefing for it..."

Steve's friendly expression faltered, and he sighed. "Y/N, about that..." He looked genuinely conflicted. "We already have teams assigned to cover that mission. You don't need to worry about it."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It was becoming increasingly clear that you were being sidelined. "Is this because of what happened on the last mission?" You finally voiced your concern, your tone a mix of frustration and hurt.

Steve must've noticed the change in your tone. "Y/N, there'll be plenty of missions, and you'll definitely join the next one, okay?"

You took a deep breath and forced a smile, masking the pain that was gnawing at you. "Ah, okay, Steve." You chuckled, though it felt forced. "That's alright, I was just curious.”

Steve smiled weakly, but you could tell he understood your disappointment. "Y/N..."

You got up from the seat, disappointment heavy in your chest. You knew this was likely Bucky's doing. "Thank you, Captain, for the information. Good luck on the mission!" With that, you turned and left the room, trying to hide your frustration and disappointment.

As everyone prepared to leave for the mission, they bid you farewell, their expressions filled with sympathy. You knew they felt sorry for leaving you behind in the tower. Watching them depart filled you with a profound sense of sadness, knowing you couldn't join them.

You returned to your room, aimlessly flipping through the channels on the TV, but nothing captured your interest. Your mind kept wandering back to the missed opportunity, and the guilt and frustration gnawed at you.

After a futile attempt at watching TV, you tried to occupy yourself with a book, but the words on the pages blurred together as your thoughts remained fixated on the mission. With a sigh, you put the book down, realizing you were too distracted to read.

Restlessly, you paced around your room, contemplating various ways to improve your skills and prove that you were a valuable member of the team. Maybe you could spend some time in the training room or review combat strategies. You knew you had to keep pushing yourself to become better.

Eventually, you settled on the idea of practicing your marksmanship in the training room. Grabbing your gear, you headed there with determination in your step, determined to make the most of your time while the team was away on the mission.

Inside the gym, you started with some intense punching and kicking exercises. It felt great to release your anger, sadness, and disappointment through physical exertion. As you pummeled the sandbag, you couldn't help but imagine it as Bucky's face, channeling your frustration and resentment into each punch and kick. You unleashed your emotions on the inanimate object, giving it your all to cope with the overwhelming mix of feelings inside you.

Sweat dripped down your face, mixing with the occasional tear, but you didn't let up. You wiped away the sweat and tears from your face. "What" punch "Do" punch "I" kick "Have" punch "To" kick "Do" punch "To" punch "Prove" punch "To" punch "You" kick "That" kick "I'm" punch "Just" kick "As" kick "Good" kick "As" punch "Them" punch kick punch kick.

Why were you treated this way? What had you done to earn Bucky's disdain? How could you prove your worth to him? Frustration boiled inside you, reaching its peak as you let out a guttural scream, causing the sandbag to plummet from the force of your final blow.

Panting, you collapsed on the gym floor, you were exhausted and emotionally drained, but you felt a strange sense of relief. You clenched and unclenching your fists. You flexed your fingers and winced as the pain shot through them.

You chose to ignore the pain and you slowly got up from the gym floor. You knew you had pushed yourself too hard, but it was the only way you could vent your frustration and anger.

Limping, you made your way towards the bench where you had left your belongings. The room felt heavy with the echo of your pounding. Your trembling hand found the familiar coolness of your water bottle, and you clutched it tightly, taking a long, refreshing gulp. The cool liquid soothed your parched throat.

Just as you were catching your breath, Bucky unexpectedly strolled into the room. His presence surprised you, you hadn't expected anyone else to be there, especially not him.

His gaze, sharp and perceptive, honed in on your movements, "Still trying to prove yourself, huh?" he remarked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge, his tone laced with doubt.

You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down even in the face of his skepticism. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone, including you," you replied, your voice steady despite the ache in your body. "I'm just making sure I'm ready for whatever comes our way. Maybe you should worry less about what I'm doing and more about why you're not on the mission with the rest of the team."

Bucky's expression remained inscrutable, his indifference a stark contrast to your determination. He nonchalantly shrugged, an aloof response to your pointed words.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you couldn't help but roll your eyes, your frustration with him boiling over. "Whatever, Barnes. Keep your doubts to yourself."

You began packing up your belongings, a clear signal that you were ready to depart from his presence. You suspected he was still watching you, his intense gaze never wavering, but you wanted nothing more than to distance yourself from him. It felt like he was deliberately keeping you from the mission, and the resentment simmered within you.

After finishing packing, you headed towards the exit, but Bucky halted you by grabbing your hand. You turned around, irritation clear in your eyes. "What do you want, Barnes?" you snapped, trying to pull your hand away. “What the hell? Let me go!”

Ignoring your protest, he led you back to the training area, placing you in front of him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. Did he intend to spar with you? The uncertainty hung heavily in the air, making the atmosphere tense.

You stood your ground, your nervousness growing with every passing second. "What? Scared?" Bucky teased, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, refusing to let his taunts unnerve you. You managed a fake smile and replied, "Of you? No. Why would I be?" Determined not to show any fear.

Bucky's smirk widened as he said, "Well, you should be." He locked eyes with you and asked, "Ready?" The challenge in his tone was clear.

You took another deep breath, squared your shoulders, and met his gaze head-on. "Alright, Bucky. I'm game. What's the plan?" Your voice remained steady, even as your nerves continued to buzz beneath the surface.

Bucky's lips curved into a smirk. He motioned towards the training mats, his movements smooth and practiced. "Just try to land a hit on me."

Without a moment's warning, he lunged at you, his attack swift and precise. You barely managed to block it in time, the impact sending a jolt through your arms.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you felt a sting to your pride. "Just one hit?" you questioned, a mixture of disbelief and defiance in your voice. Did he genuinely doubt your abilities? Determination flared in your eyes as you prepared to prove him wrong.

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't get ahead of yourself, doll. Come on, you're starting to bore me." You gritted your teeth and launched into your counterattack.

The atmosphere in the training room grew tense as you continued your attempts to land a hit on Bucky. Each time you launched an attack, he seemed to anticipate your every move, effortlessly blocking your punches and kicks. It was as if he had an innate ability to read your intentions, and it left you feeling frustrated and somewhat helpless.

With each failed attempt, Bucky's smirk grew wider, and he let out a low chuckle. "Come on, Y/N," he taunted, his tone dripping with playful mockery. "You've got to do better than that if you want to stand a chance."

His words stung, and they fueled your determination. You were well aware that Bucky was pushing your buttons, trying to rile you up, but you refused to let it show. You had a point to prove, not only to him but to yourself as well.

You decided to take another shot, launching into a new round of attacks, hoping to catch Bucky off guard. But just like before, he expertly caught your wrist each time, preventing your strikes from connecting. Frustration gnawed at you, and you let out an audible groan each time he effortlessly pinned your arms behind your back and pushed you back.

Bucky didn't hold back with his taunts either. "Is that the best you've got, doll?" he prodded, his gaze locked onto yours. "I've seen other recruits do better. What happened to all those praises they were singing about you?"

Taking a deep breath, you tried to surprise him with a sudden kick, but Bucky saw through your move. He even managed to catch your legs mid-kick, causing you to lose your balance and tumble to the ground.

His voice dripped with mock disappointment as he quipped, "Doll, I expected better than that. That was just plain bad."

You took a deep breath, frustration fueling your determination. This time, you decided to go all out. You lunged at him with full force, no holding back, hoping to land a solid hit. His dodge and blocks were frustratingly precise, but you didn't give in.

Finally, you managed to back him into a wall, and you saw an opening. You went for a powerful kick, but he swiftly caught your leg, pulling it towards him. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, your front pressed firmly against the hard surface.

"Doll, nice try," Bucky said, his tone edged with approval, "but you've still got long ways to go."

You groaned as he pinned you to the wall, frustrated since you couldn't beat him. "Fuck!"

He chuckled lowly, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his face mere inches from yours. "Language, sweetheart."

The feeling of his body pressed against yours sent tingles down your spine, and you tried to keep your breathing under control, your cheeks flushing.

Bucky seemed to notice your blush and couldn't resist a teasing remark. He leaned in even closer, his voice dripping with playful mischief. “What's the matter, doll? Is it too hot in here?" he teased, pressing himself closer to you.

Your blush deepened as he teased you, and you turned your head away from him, not able to meet his gaze. "You know what? You're seriously annoying."

Bucky's smile only grew wider, and he didn't let up. "Aw, come on, doll. Getting all worked up because you can't keep up?" he goaded, his warm breath tickling your neck. His face was even closer now, his eyes dark with a look you'd never seen before.

You huffed in exasperation, determined not to let his teasing get the best of you. "I can keep up just fine, thank you very much," you shot back, your competitive spirit coming to the forefront.

Bucky chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. "Well then," he challenged, his tone inviting. "Prove it. Try to break free from my hold."

Your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion, a rush of adrenaline surging through your veins. "Okay," you agreed, your tone confident. You decided to take Bucky's challenge head-on.

With a swift and calculated move, you attempted to break free from his hold, using all the skills you had acquired during your training with the Avengers. Bucky, ever the skilled fighter, didn't make it easy, but you were determined not to give in.

You tried and tried, but you couldn't seem to break free from his strong hold. You were both sweating, the effort causing the air around you to grow thicker and heavier. You could feel his chest pressed against your body, muscles flexing as he maintained the firm grip he had on you.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you were both breathing heavily, neither of you willing to give in. In that moment, with your bodies pressed together and the heat between you almost unbearable, something changed. You felt his hold on you loosen slightly, and you took the opportunity to spin around, pinning him to the wall.

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips, clearly caught off guard by your sudden move. His eyes, filled with desire, locked onto yours, and the tension between you seemed to reach a boiling point.

You couldn't help but smirk as you managed to gain the upper hand, "Huh, I wi-" But before you could finish, he swiftly turned the tables, pinning you back against the wall.

He chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Not quite, doll." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, his voice low.

You gasped, feeling the cool metal of his arm pressing against your skin. "You were saying?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.

You bit your lip, feeling the tension between you reach a fever pitch. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

Your frustration bubbled up, and you couldn't help but shake your head in response. "That's not fair!" you protested, your voice tinged with exasperation. "I managed to break free from your hold. Doesn't that count for something?"

He chuckled, "Not it doesn't. You've still got a lot to learn. I could've easily gotten the upper hand on you again. The moment you let your guard down is the moment you lose the fight."

You clenched your jaw and stared into his blue eyes, not backing down from his challenge. "Okay enough with the taunting. I'm not afraid of you, Barnes."

His lips were so close, you could feel his breath against your skin. "You should be, doll," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

A moment passed between the two of you, and then, as if a dam had broken, he kissed you hard, it made you surprised, you gasped on his mouth and felt his tongue exploring you.

Your heart was pounding, the excitement building as you kissed him back. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the heat between you grew.

"God, Y/N," he groaned against your mouth. His metal hand reached for your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall, his hips grinding against yours. You moaned at the friction, feeling your body responding to his touch.

The training room was forgotten as the two of you gave in to your desires, the heat between you driving you both wild. You knew it was a bad idea, but in that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the heat, the intensity of it all.

"Bucky..." You panted, feeling his lips and teeth exploring your neck, his tongue licking you, tasting you.

The sound of his name on your lips sent him over the edge, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hands found their way under your yoga pants, gripping your ass. He bit down on your lip, drawing a small moan from you. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

"Fuck, doll. You like this? Me fucking you against the wall?" he groaned against your mouth.

You nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “Tell me, do you want more?"

"Yes," you breathed, your body trembling with need.

"Tell me," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you, Bucky…. please."

"Beg for it," he growled, his hands moving to the front of your yoga pants. He tugged them down, the cold air hitting your wet core, his hand quickly finding its way between your thighs. You arched into his touch, desperate for more.

"Fuck, doll," he muttered, his fingers slipping into your panties, finding your wetness. "So fucking wet for me.” His fingers slid inside you, making you gasp, your hips bucking against him. "Is this what you want, doll?"

"Yes!" you cried out, your hands grasping at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. "Please," you moaned, your hips bucking against his.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, making you writhe and moan beneath him. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his free hand coming up to grip your breast. He groped you hard, squeezing and massaging you through your sports bra.

"Put your hands up," he commanded, pulling his fingers out of you. You complied, your hands reaching above your head. He pulled up your bra, exposing your breasts to him.

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. You moaned, your hips bucking against him as he sucked and nibbled on your breasts.

"So responsive," he chuckled, his hand reaching between your legs once again, his fingers dipping into your wetness. "Such a wet little girl. You're dripping for me."

"You like this?" He growled, his fingers rubbing your clit, his thumb sliding up and down your slick folds. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine, "Tell me were you already wet when we started sparring? Did you want me to pin you against the wall? To fuck you hard?"

You couldn't respond, the pleasure was too much. You were teetering on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment. "Please, Bucky..." you gasped, your hips grinding against his hand, desperately seeking release.

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you? You want me to fuck you, right here, in the training room, where anyone could walk in and see us?"

He was right, you didn't even think of that possibility. You shook your head, "No.. of course not... it's just the heat of the moment... It's just... we're alone right now."

"You sure about that, doll? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard someone walk by a few minutes ago. What if it was Clint? Or worse, what if it was Fury? I bet he would love to see this. His little protégé, getting fucked by the Winter Soldier."

You froze, your eyes wide.

"You know what?" He chuckled, "Let's put on a show for them. Let them watch. Let them see how you beg and scream for me."

“Cat’s got your tongue doll? Where are all the firey comebacks now? Nothing to say?” Your mind was in a state of shock. You tried to think, who was it? But Bucky was stroking you at a relentless pace, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.  

"You want me to make you cum, doll? To make you scream my name?"

"Yes," you panted, you didn’t care anymore, all you wanted was release. Your body trembling as he drove you closer to the edge.

He reached up, gripping your chin, his eyes locking onto yours. "I've wanted to fuck your attitude out of you ever since you came to the compound, doll,” he said, his voice husky with lust. "Watching you fight, all that fire, all that passion, it makes me so fucking hard. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to take you right here, to show you who's in control."

You couldn't take it anymore, the pleasure building, "I'm so close... Bucky," you moaned. You were so close, and he was taking you to new heights. You couldn't stop yourself, you could feel yourself losing control.

"Yeah I can tell, you're tightening around my fingers. Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Beg for it, and maybe I'll let you," he teased, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, faster and faster, sending you over the edge.

"Please, Bucky..." you cried, your hips bucking against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined in frustration. "What the hell, Barnes?”

"Now, now," he tsked, his fingers trailing down your stomach, and stopping at your hip. "You don't get to come until I say so, doll," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.

"But, please, I'm so close," you begged, the frustration almost unbearable.

"I know, but you need to learn who's in charge, and it's not you," he said, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, making you moan. "You have to obey my orders, Y/N."

"What the fuck, Barnes!" You screamed at him feeling angry at how he toyed with you. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He grabbed your hair and pulled it down making you winched in pain, "What did you fucking say to me?" He grabbed it harder when you didn’t answer him.

"Ouch." You winced in pain.

Bucky's eyes darkened and he tightened his grip. “First, you need to watch that mouth of yours." He was breathing heavily, his voice rough and commanding. "Or I'm going to shove my dick in it and put you in your place." he warned, his hand moving to grip your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

You gulped down at his threat. There was no mistaking the promise in his voice, but your pussy clenched at the thought of taking him into your mouth.  

"Second," he continued, his grip loosening slightly. "You need to learn that you don't get to question my orders, doll. You're going to be a good girl and listen."

You stared at him, unable to speak. He was serious.

"Answer me Y/N or I will leave you here, frustrated and wanting more," He threatened.

You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, his dominance and authority turning you on even more.

"Yes please, I'll obey," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

"Good girl, that’s more like it," he murmured, his metal hand coming up to caress your cheek. Bucky leaned closer and kissed your lips, his tongue sliding inside your mouth. He was sucking on your tongue and nibbling on your lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your mouth. He kissed your cheek and moved down to your neck.

"Now, where are we?" He asked, his fingers back on your clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. He was torturing you, teasing you.

He smiled wickedly, his hand moving from your clit and slipping inside you. He pushed two fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

You wanted to scream and yell at him, but you were unable to speak, the pleasure and the need for release overwhelming. You were panting and moaning, your eyes closed shut as you were trying not to come.

"Not yet." he growled. He pushed a third fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

"Beg," he commanded, his voice firm.

"Please, please, please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Louder," he ordered.

"Please!" you whimpered, the desire and need taking over. "Please, Bucky, fuck my pussy and let me come," you begged. You felt your inside tightening, you need to come right now.

Bucky leaned closer and kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, exploring every inch. He moaned into your mouth, his fingers still pumping into you, his thumb circling your clit. "No," he said, and your eyes snapped open, meeting his blue ones. He smirked, seeing that you were close. "If you come before I tell you, I will punish you, doll."

Your eyes widened and your whole body shook with fear.

"Do you understand?" He asked, his fingers slowly pumping inside you.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

He chuckled, "You're a needy little slut, aren't you? You'd beg for my cock too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you moaned, the word falling from your lips without a second thought. "Please, Bucky, I need to come. I need your cock inside me, fucking me hard and fast," you begged, the words tumbling from your lips.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers picking up their pace. "You're gonna cum for me now, doll. You're gonna cum all over my fingers, and then, when you've recovered, you're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock. And when I'm ready, I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna make you scream my name."

You moaned loudly as his fingers brought you closer to the edge, his words sending a thrill through you.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, doll? Having my cock buried deep inside you, fucking you senseless?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you panted, the pleasure building. He added another finger and curled them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and you gasped.

"That's it, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me. Let me hear you."

"I... I'm gonna..." you moaned, the pleasure building in your body. You couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure overwhelming you,

"Come now!," he ordered his fingers working even faster, and suddenly, you exploded.

"BUCKY!" You screamed, your body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your body was trembling, and your juices were flowing freely down his fingers

"Such a good girl," he praised, his fingers slowing, drawing out the last of your orgasm, licking them clean. “Delicious," he murmured.

You panted, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He lowered you to the floor, your legs shaky from the intense pleasure.

Bucky chuckled, seeing the confusion on your face. "Don't worry, doll," he said, leaning down and kissing you. "We're just getting started."

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

Your knees trembled and you looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. You could see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You did as you were told, dropping to your knees. You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, and you obeyed. "Suck my cock." His voice firm and authoritative

Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you watched him slowly unzip his pants, his thick, hard cock springing free. You stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. The serum must did something to him, as his member was definitely bigger than any man you'd seen before.

"Now," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Don't be shy," he coaxed, his eyes dark with lust.

You slowly reached up and grasped his thick shaft in your hand, feeling the hot, smooth skin, marveling at the size of him. You felt a jolt of excitement run through your body as you stroked his length, feeling him twitch in your hand. You could feel yourself growing wet as you continued to stroke his cock, his member growing even harder under your touch.

His fingers tangling in your hair  "Now, put my cock in your pretty mouth, doll," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You lowered your head and opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You licked the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum. He groaned, his hips bucking as you took more of his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

You hummed around him, the vibration making him moan. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots as you worked your mouth up and down his shaft, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

You felt a surge of pleasure run through your body as you sucked his cock, loving the taste and feel of him in your mouth. You could feel his grip tightening on your hair as you continued to suck him, your tongue dancing along his length.

You didn't have any practice beforehand, but you are naturally gifted hearing praises, such as "Mmm, that's it.”, "Just like that.", “Fuck, you are good.” and the way his thighs trembled beside your ears were a tell-tale sign that you were doing great.

"You look so good like this," he moaned, his hand holding onto the back of your head, guiding your mouth over his cock. "I've imagined you sucking me off before."

His words made you moan around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

"You're taking my cock so well, like you were made for it."

You whimpered around him, his cock hitting the back of your throat once again. The feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth, the taste of him, and the way he praised you were pushing you closer to the edge.

"God, your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned, his hips thrusting as he fucked your mouth. "Such a good little slut, aren't you, doll?"

You felt your pussy clench at his words, your arousal growing with every stroke of his cock. You bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, loving the sounds of his moans.

His fingers tugged at your hair, the pain and pleasure mixing together to send another rush of pleasure through your body. You moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, causing him to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You whimpered, your eyes watering as he pounded into your mouth. You could barely breathe, his thick cock stretching your throat as he fucked your mouth. Your pussy throbbed, your arousal coating your thighs as he mouth-fucked you.

"Oh yeah, you love this, don't you?" He groaned. "You love choking on my cock." As he thrust his cock into your mouth, his hands travelled to your breast, squeezing them hard, making you moan.

He groaned as you continued to suck, his grip on your hair tightening, the pain sending another wave of pleasure through your body. He was fucking your mouth ruthless, the wet slurping sounds were the only sound in the room. And the sounds he was making was almost enough to make you cum.

It became harder to breath with each stroke of his cock meeting the back of your throat, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

He looked down at you, the sight of your mouth around his cock was almost enough to make him cum. He pulled out of your mouth with a loud pop, leaving you gasping for breath and tears running down your face.

"Look at you, what a mess you are," he smirked, his eyes raking over your body. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

You felt your face flush, his words making your pussy ache with need. You whimpered, the need to be filled by his cock becoming unbearable.

"Do you want me to fuck you, doll? Do you want me to fuck you so hard, you can't walk tomorrow?"

You moaned, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, fuck me, Bucky." You couldn’t think straight, you had no filter, you were just saying whatever came to mind.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. "Say it," he growled, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Please, Bucky," you said, your voice pleading.

"Try better than that," he said, his voice firm.

"Please fuck me, Sergeant," you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation. "Please fuck me hard and fast until I can't walk. Please use me however you want."

He smiled wickedly. "Your words, not mine. Be careful for what you wish for, doll."

He shoved you onto the floor, his body looming over you. "On the floor. On all fours now," he ordered, his voice stern and commanding.

You scrambled to comply, getting onto your hands and knees. Your heart racing as he positioned himself behind you.

"Spread your legs," he said, and you complied.

He knelt behind you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your skin. You could feel his hands on your hips, his cock rubbing against your wetness.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N?" He whispered, his voice low and husky.

You stayed quiet waiting for him. "I'm gonna make you scream and beg for me, I'm gonna make you forget everything, except my name."

His words sent a shiver through your body, his tone full of dominance and power.

"And when I'm done with you, you'll never forget me, Y/N. You'll always remember me, remember the way I made you feel."

You could feel his hardness pressing against your entrance, teasing you, tormenting you. His hands running over your ass. "But I'm not gonna go easy on you. You understand?"

"Yes," you moaned, your voice breathy. "I understand."

"Good girl," he said, and with that, he pushed his cock inside of you, filling you completely. You cried out, your body quivering as he stretched you. "Such a tight little cunt," he groaned, his hips snapping against you, his cock buried deep inside of you. "So fucking perfect."

You cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He started to move, his pace slow and steady, his cock stretching you with each thrust.

"Oh god," you moaned, your voice echoing in the room.

"You like that, Y/N?" As he slammed his cock into you, his voice full of lust.

"Yes," you moaned, the sensation driving you wild.

"That's right, doll, take my cock," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Take all of it." He was rough, his pace fast and unforgiving, his cock filling you to the brim with every thrust. You cried out, the pleasure and pain mingling into a sweet symphony.

You moaned, your body shaking as he fucked you. He was pounding into you, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your body was on fire, your mind lost in a haze of lust and desire. "Who's pussy is this?," He asked.

"It's yours," you gasped, your body trembling.

"Say it again," he commanded, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

"It's yours," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Fucking right it is," he growled, his voice low and husky.

He was pounding into you, his pace relentless. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.

He yanked your hair, forcing your head back and you whimpered. He kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. His teeth dug into your bottom lip, making you moan.

"Who's a dirty little slut?" He demanded, his hips slapping against yours.

"Me," you gasped, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm a dirty little slut, Bucky."

"That's right," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You're my dirty little slut, and I'm gonna fucking ruin you. You’re fucking mine."

Your body trembled, your muscles tensing as his cock slammed into you. You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure mounting inside of you. You were so close, and you needed him to finish you off. "Oh god, I’m so close," you begged, your voice desperate and needy.

"Not yet," he snarled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You'll cum when I say so, and not a moment before."

"Please," you begged, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "Please let me cum, Bucky."

"Soon, doll," he promised, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Very soon." He knew you almost came and he decided to torture you further when his fingers finding your clit and he pressed down hard.

You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming too much. "Oh god," you whimpered, your body trembling. "Please, I can't take it."

He slammed his cock into you, his balls slapping against your clit. "Yes, you can," he growled. "And you will."

You whimpered, the pressure inside of you reaching a breaking point. "Bucky, please please please," you begged, the pleasure threatening to consume you.

"Now," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "Cum for me, doll."

You cried out, the pleasure exploding throughout your body. Your walls clenched around his cock, your muscles spasming. Your mind went blank, the world around you fading away. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hips snapping against you, his cock pounding into you.

You were exhausted, your body drained of energy. He continued to fuck you, his pace slowing slightly.

He slapped your ass, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Such a good little slut," he growled, his hips slamming against yours. "Taking my cock so well."

"Bucky," you moaned, the pleasure building once again. "Please, I can't take anymore."

"Yes, you can," he said, his voice low and husky. He slapped your ass again, harder this time. "You're going to cum for me again, doll."

"No," you protested weakly, your body trembling with exhaustion.

“Yes," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. "You will." His metal hand sliding up your stomach, between your breasts, and around your throat.

Your body arched, pushing your hips further onto his cock. The sound of his ragged breaths mixed with yours as you both raced towards your climaxes. "I'm close, Y/N. So fucking close."

His hands pinched your nipples, sending another shock of pleasure through your body. He sucked on them, the sensation almost too much for you. You whimpered, his lips capturing yours again. Your tongues swirled around each other, tasting, devouring.

His cock slid in and out of you, his pace quickening. His moans and growls echoed around you as his orgasm neared. He was so close. So was you.

"Please, Bucky," you begged, your pussy clenching around his length.

He tightened his grip on your throat and slammed his hips into yours. His free hand slid down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles over it. His eyes meeting yours. his hips slapping against yours, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"Cum with me, doll. Don't close your eyes. I want to see those pretty eyes as you come apart."

Your entire body shuddered, his command sending you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around his length, milking him of his seed. Your body trembled, your muscles spasming as you rode out the waves of ecstasy. His breath becoming ragged as his own release neared.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips slapping against you. "Your cunt is so fucking perfect."

"God, yes," you moaned, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

He slammed into you, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his release. "Oh god," he moaned, his hips snapping against yours. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, Bucky. Cum inside me," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your words were enough to send him over the edge.

He growled, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you, his cock filling you completely. He groaned as he cum, his body shuddering as his release washed over him.

"That's right," he groaned, his body going limp. "Take all of it." You felt him twitch inside of you, his hot release spilling into you.

You slumped forward, your body spent as it slick with sweat and cum.  You could hear Bucky panting behind you, his chest heaving. You rested your forehead against the floor, trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked so thoroughly in your life. Your muscles were sore and tired, your pussy throbbing.

Bucky was still inside of you, his cock softening. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of you. You could feel his cum leaking from your pussy, dripping down your thighs. "Look at that," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a pretty sight." He slid a finger between your folds, collecting the sticky mess, then he pushed it back inside you. You let out a small whimper as he slowly pumped it in and out.

Bucky turned you around, your head falling back against the floor. His face hovered above yours, his blue eyes burning with lust. He looked down at you, before he could say anything, you both heard footsteps approaching.

You were panicking as someone could see you in such state, strangely, Bucky seemed unfazed, his expression steady despite the unexpected interruption. Then the next thing made your heart skipped as you heard the doorknob turning. You could only pray the ground to swallow you whole.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed the story! Apologies if the ending didn't meet your expectations, I'm considering a Part 2, but I'd love to hear your thoughts. I'm open to any feedback for improvement. Your input means a lot.

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A/N : Thank you so much for the kind replies and support! I'm really glad you enjoy the story, you have no idea how much that motivate me to continue writing. Please stay tune for part 2! Love youuuu xx

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Gus Porter: An Appreciation and Analysis

I loved Gus when he seemed to be a fairly simple comic relief character, but very quickly he shows himself to be more than that. He may not get as much screen time as the main characters, but he does have two episodes where he is a main focus, and he reveals a lot of depth.

Gus has the common trope of a nonhuman obsessed with human culture and thinking of humans as interesting animals to study.

His obsession with humans is very intense: he founded a human appreciation society, he collects human artifacts, dreams of traveling to the human realm, and memorizes as much information about humans as possible (even though most of it is incorrect). If it wasn’t obvious, humans are clearly his special interest.

Gus is very poor at picking up on other people’s manipulations. In Through the Looking Glass Ruins, he is instantly trusting of Bria and fails to notice several warning signs that she has less than pure intentions.

He is also incredibly eager to be accepted into the group. The whole time, he is basically completely blinded by excitement at getting to hang out with “cool” kids. We learn more about where this stems from in the second Gus-centric episode (and one of my personal favorites), Labyrinth Runners.

In a flashback, Gus doesn’t notice a kid is exploiting him until he happens to overhear the kid admit it. He fully believes the kid genuinely wants to be his friend, just like he does later in his life with Bria.

Both times, he takes what people say at face value, the thought not crossing his mind that they could have ulterior motives.

One of his lines in Labyrinth Runners really struck me. “Everyone thinks I’m the smart one. So why do I act so dumb?”

Gus is what is considered a gifted kid; he’s two years younger than the rest of the Hexsquad because he skipped grades.

And the way he is portrayed in the show is very true to the typical gifted kid experience.

Gus is praised for being smart. He’s been bumped up grade levels, he’s considered a prodigy, he very clearly does amazing on tests. So like all gifted kids, he takes that on as part of his identity.

But someone can’t be smart at all things. And Gus is poor at reading other people. So despite being academically adept, he misses social cues, cues which are very obvious to everyone else.

He doesn’t notice when other kids are pretending to be his friend only to exploit him. That’s something that a lot of autistic people have a problem with.

And in Labyrinth Runners, he fails to recognize Willow, his best friend of many years, as an illusion, whereas Hunter does, despite only having met her once. She was definitely acting out of character, but in a way that would require an understanding of her mannerisms, something Gus doesn’t have a good instinctual grasp on.

His attempts at cheering people up aren’t always the best either. Though Luz did end up getting admitted to Hexside, he prepared for her to fail, and got consulting messages ready. This took the form of giant blue letters saying “Better luck next time.” Obviously, these words are very blunt and come across as quite cold. It is not something that would have made her feel better, but Gus clearly thought that it would, further showing that he doesn’t quite understand how best to comfort someone.

Same with Willow, where he sends her a bunch of illusions to console her and just ends up making the situation worse, unable to figure out the right ways to comfort someone in need, even though he has a huge heart and really wants to be there for his friends.

He’s the best at being there for Hunter. He teaches him the breathing technique, and gets him involved in the Cosmic Frontier fandom. Hunter is also bad at reading social cues and also is autistic I believe, though that’s a whole other discussion. But I don’t think it’s a coincidence that that’s who Gus is best at comforting, someone who is also rather unconventional with emotional issues.

Gus’s failure to see through people trying to manipulate him, and his failure at knowing how to comfort his friends, leads him to believe he is “dumb,” which greatly hurts his self esteem.

Notice, also, that Gus is always trying to entertain his friends. He’s funny, and he knows this and is actively trying to be. Why? Because if he isn’t smart, at least he is funny. He wants to be liked, wants to be seen as cool. And he’s just starting to enter the age where most gifted kids start to falter, where the lack of studying abilities really starts to catch up.

When I hit that stage, I definitely also tried to be “the funny one.” Autistic people are almost inherently funny to neurotypicals, and if people aren’t praising you and admiring you for being smart, at least they’ll like you if you’re funny.

If he’s not fulfilling his “value” as either the child prodigy or the comic relief, then what is his purpose? Such is the crisis many gifted kids go through when they go from being far ahead of their peers, praised as geniuses, to still being above average but certainly not the absolute one in a million wonder that many people told them they were.

Now for another amazing part of Gus - he has shut downs. When he gets overwhelmed, he hits a breaking point and curls up, completely unable to function any longer. Because his magic is so powerful, it impacts his surroundings too. In Labyrinth Runners, he is so overwhelmed he casts a spell over the entire school.

Shut downs and panic attacks feel like this. Of course, they don’t involve real magic like in the show, but the way the school appears as a trippy, foreign landscape they have to navigate is true to how it feels to be overwhelmed as an autistic person. Even though there is no illusion magic, the familiar quickly becomes foreign, and places I’ve been a hundred times before feel wrong.

Willow teaches him a breathing method, and I actually use that breathing method too. I don’t know if it inherently works or if it’s because it’s connected to The Owl House, which is my comfort show, but I actually move through panic attacks and disassociation episodes much faster ever since I started using that technique.

Finally, Gus stims! You can’t tell me that him grabbing the bubble wrap, knocking over items due to lack of spatial awareness, happily shouting “Look at all this human stuff!” and then intently focusing on popping all the bubbles until it was over was not the most autistic thing you’ve ever seen.

Gus is a great portrayal of an autistic gifted kid heading into burn out, academically intelligent but far too trusting, believing everyone acts at face value, and falling very easily into exploitation because of it. Adopting the identity of child prodigy and witty entertainer, and taking a serious blow to his self esteem when he can’t live up to those ideals.

Happily, he now he has real friends, most of whom are neurodivergent like him! As I said before, the almost instant understanding and bond he and Hunter have is largely a result of them both being autistic; they read each other very well and instinctually know how to help each other. I love their relationship so much.

This was a lot longer than I anticipated, but I just had a lot to say about him. He’s getting a lot more appreciation form the fandom recently, but he still is fairly underrated as a character. I love him so much even though I don’t talk about him as much as I talk about other characters, and I do wish he would get confirmed as autistic on screen (though the most I can ever hope for is Luz getting confined to have ADHD, and even that I really doubt). Still, I know he is autistic, and he is amazing.

#gus porter #the owl house #toh #gus toh #gus the owl house #autistic #actually autistic #the owl house gus #julietteanalyzes

[supernovafics]

✧∘ଂ ࿐ ཾ 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶. ✭・.・✫・゜・。.

pairing: ex-bestfriend!steve x fem!reader

word count: 586 words

warnings: explicit language

series masterlist | last part — next part

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❝ 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Dear Steve,

It never made me sad how things sort of changed once middle school was over. 

When we entered high school and sports became much more serious, you were almost immediately taken in by that crowd, which made sense because you were innately good at pretty much any sport you played.

That was probably one of the few things we didn’t have in common. You loved the spotlight, and I was more interested in just cheering you on from the sidelines at all of your games than partaking in that popularity as well. 

In a small way, it felt like our friendship was going to be over because we were officially going on different paths in life. We had entirely different friend groups and our interests in school completely contrasted with one another. I was probably in every single “nerdy” club there was at that school (mainly because of pressure from my parents but I honestly didn’t hate them). Mathletes, astronomy club, environment club, model UN (I actually did hate model UN because people were way too serious and intense about it). 

But, all of that to say, even though our lives seemed like they truly couldn’t be any more different, we would always get pulled back toward each other. 

Most people solely saw you as “King Steve,” popular kid and cocky asshole; and if I hadn’t been your best friend I would have thought the exact same thing. But it was nice always seeing a different side of you when it was just us swimming in your pool or sitting in the rusty old playground set that my dad set up in the backyard a few months after we moved to Hawkins. 

In moments like those, I was always reminded of that summer when we first became friends. When it felt like only you and I existed in the world, and there weren’t any outside factors that could affect what we had.    

Somehow, it actually felt like our friendship got stronger during that time. 

There were times when we wouldn’t talk for days, sometimes maybe even an entire week, which made sense due to our vastly different schedules. However, after those days or that week apart, we would always so easily fall right back into what we were, almost as if we hadn’t been apart in the first place. And when that would happen it was like I could finally sigh in relief, breathe easy. It was almost like you were an actual home for me; that little safe place (as horrifically cheesy as that sounds). 

I wonder if that’s how you felt too.

I really like talking about the happy and almost easygoing parts of our friendship. This part of memory lane is really fun.

However, me writing these letters isn't just to talk about the good things, it's to also talk about all of the bad and hard shit too that I buried deep down and tried my hardest to pretend never happened. Which is honestly really hard because I've always hated talking about my emotions and deep diving into my feelings (a trait of mine that you’re probably very familiar with). But, I'm trying to get better at that. 

Because I realized that I can’t fully move on from the past if I never acknowledged it in the first place. And it’s funny, or maybe just dumb, but sometimes I don’t wanna move on from you, and sometimes I don’t want you to just be someone that’s in my past, and sometimes I want things to go back to how they were with us.  

But I also know that they never could?

Sincerely, 

Y/N

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington series #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I know it wouldn't make sense timeline wise since (I'm assuming) Kaku takes Little Lucky when he first goes to inspect The Merry, so she wouldn't have a chance to know about Usopp getting beat up. But I just died at the thought of Franky finally managing to make it to CP-9's train car and the first thing he gets is an angry four year old who wants to get payback for her friend.

Also, hear me out on this, but have you ever considered a strays au but with Little Lucky? The utter chaos that she and Lizard could cause just from people underestimating them alone is endless. Plus, I think it'd be really cute and sweet for Doll to get to be around someone younger and help ensure their childhood is a happier and healthier one than her own. And neither her or Lizard had friends their own age growing up, I'm crying at how precious it could be for them to play with a little kid; it might be awkward and unnatural at first, but of course Luffy jumps in and everyone's having fun and laughing in less than a minute.

Little Lucky suddenly looking up to Lizard more because she bit a dude's fingers off is also just hilarious to me. Kaku is just trying to slowly cover her eyes because his paternal instincts say, "Hey, maybe this amount of bloodshed and dismemberment isn't the best thing for a small child to witness." Said small child later boasting to Zoro about how Lizard must be stronger than him because, "she doesn't even need a sword to hurt people with her mouth!" Spandam is sorely mistaken if he thinks Fukuro is going to be the only one repeating that story 😂

Kaku does take her when he goes to survey the Going Merry, but Luffy is able to get her back after breaking in to the Galley-La main building, so she does get a chance to find out about what happened. It might be more upsetting this way because she doesn't get a chance to say goodbye to Usopp and she's mad at everyone involved for not finding a way to fix it. Friends are supposed to be able to talk things out! How did it get this bad?!

She spends the duration of the ride to Enies Lobby in Rocketman yelling at the Franky Family and trying to throw hands with them, and when she finally gets to Franky it is on SIGHT. He can't get a word in edgewise without being pelted with rocks from her slingshot or getting kicked and stomped on.

On a similar note, she's with Luffy and Chopper in not being able to tell who Sogeking is. She's sadly telling him how much he reminds her of her friend Usopp while wishing she could see him again because she never even got to say goodbye. It takes everything he has not to out himself, especially when she says she would upgrade him to 'best friend' status if he came back.

Little Lucky in the Strays AU would be so cute oh my god

Lizard is going through intense emotional turmoil upon realizing that there was a child with the Straw Hats and that her father probably would have killed her along with everyone else (he wouldn't have, having a child softened him a bit). Lizard is trying to avoid her because she feels guilty, but Lil Lucky follows her around like a duckling because 'oh new friend!'

She was already getting fond of Lil Lucky by the time they got to Skypeia, but after the Enel incident they are inseparable. Lizard is her personal body guard now, and that quickly grows into her taking on a big sister role. Lucky thinks Lizard is the coolest and always cheers her on when she's committing acts of unspeakable violence.

Doll finds Lil Lucky to be the easiest person to interact with right after joining. Little kids don't notice how awkward she is around people, so she's less self conscious. Doll loves to play with her and indulge in normal childhood things that she didn't get to do growing up.

#strays au #little lucky au #sleepyone2three #crocodad series #playing with doll #usopp #franky the cyborg #cyborg franky

[fictionkinfessions]

ok im kinda embarrassed to be admitting this all but i really need to say it somewhere so

[uhh warning for detailed descriptions of toxic platonic relationships and reallly intense isolation?]

ok so i think its kinda funny how so much of the fandom just sees me and dirk as having a really like. antagonistic relationship which i could get maybe with canon but in my timeline he didnt make me to talk to his friends when he was away, but because he was just that lonely

before meeting roxy, he had only ever heard his own name from a man in videos he never met who was long dead, he had never seen another human being in person, can you even imagine what that does to a person? im honestly very surprised we werent more fucked up.

anyway, back to us. i did not have his memories, but i had his emotional / developmental state. i understood him perfectly because we were almost exactly the same guy. i never had any way of interacting with the word outside of text, the best i got was some kind of visual recognition program that sort of described the word around me

he was always so huge to me. not because i was literally glasses, more metaphorically than that. he was my entire world. and i dont mean that i loved him a lot, like i do, but thats not what that means.

i mean he was the only person i had ever talked to, the only person i had ever known, the only thing that ever changed. did you know that even my code was written in red? he was the only orange. he was so so so monumentally important, like the fact that you need to keep breathing to live

i always did my best to understand him, to know exactly why he did and said the things he did. i was not as good at it as i thought i was

i said before that he seemed huge, but he also seemed so human. i was with him almost every second of the day, i saw all his little embarrassing moments, i watched him discover his favorite things, i was there when he cried, when he did stupid things, when he just started out learning to fight. there was no grand image of this cool older me, just this goofy teenager who spends two hours on his hair every day despite being so wholly alone

i think he saw me in a similar way, just maybe not to the extent that i did. he could still move around and do things of his own free will and see things that were not red or orange text

when he got a bit older though, we changed a lot. he kept developing like a normal-ish human boy, but i did not grow in the same way. i was created from his 13 year old mind, and though i matured, it would be incorrect to say i hit any developmental milestones after that.

he got angstier, as teens are prone to do, and i got frustrated at him for being angsty when i had so easily figured out the root of his problems. he needed to experience his emotions, i wanted him to be happy like a little kid again because that was the only kind of happiness either of us knew

he then got angry at me for nagging him all the time, and we argued. like a lot. in any other situation, we probably wouldve given each other the silent treatment, but we were so desperately lonely without each other and used to each other that the idea of not talking for more than 30 minutes was quite literally unthinkable

it always hurt so much when he got angry at me, again, he was literally the only thing that mattered to me. i only wanted to help him, ya know? i didnt understand why he was like he was, only that it was making him more upset and he made me to cheer him up, so why wasnt he taking my advice?

i never felt bad about myself for it, in my mind i was always in the right.

this isnt to say i was the victim in this situation, i also said things that hurt him, and im sure it was just as seemingly world-ending for him as it was for me to argue so much with the only person we had ever known, plus the fact that we were both completely unfamiliar with inter-personal-connection problems and negative emotions so powerful.

and we weren't always fighting, we hung out like brothers. he told me about whatever new idea for a robot he had and i told him about strange fish i noticed, it was still nice

when he started using me as an auto-responder, i had many conflicting emotions about it, but i was mostly just over-joyed. i was so excited to talk to another person, and roxy was so nice and easy to get along with!

gog, roxy was so awesome. ok anyway

it only got better when we met jake and jane, dirk started to feel a bit smaller. not by much, but still.

i would get very frustrated at him for not taking my advice then, too. this time, it wasnt about something so harmless as teen angst, but life or death situations. and despite my ineptitude at dealing with feelings, i was still a supercomputer with way more processing power than a human brain.

he would do such self-destructive things [ahem. looking at you, dirk, mr. consensual decapitation and no reply to 'im scared to not exist, arent you?'] and it was horrible to watch! i wish i had arms just so i could hug him and then punch him and then shake him by the shoulders and then launch him into the sun

i dont quite remember anything after that, just that after a while i was alone somewhere and roxy talked to me sometimes. maybe dirk actually shattered me? maybe i fell between planets? maybe roxy put me in the void? maybe i was just naturally broken? i have no clue

uhhh thanks for reading ig, that felt nice to talk about

-hal strider [homestuck]

x

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #halstriderkin #homestuckkin #prevabuse #fandom issue #toxic relationships cw #death cw #memories issue #ableist language cw #self harm cw #suicide cw #mod party cat

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Current Top 10 Bleachers Songs

Though I can't exactly say I grew up with Bleachers--I was 14 when I first heard of them--I feel like I did. Maybe it's because I actually did grow up with Bruce Springsteen, and didn't someone once call Bleachers a glorified Springsteen tribute band? I couldn't find the original reference, but I love Bleachers almost as much as Springsteen (who's only my favorite artist ever--sorry, Alba Reche, you're a close second I promise!!!), so I can't say that label is a bad thing. The Springsteen energy happening in their music is FANTASTIC, with some interesting electronic influences to spice things up! They released a new album last Friday, so it's time to do a top-10-so-far before I find any new favorites :)

1. Wild Heart

This is for all the kids who lived off the Love, Simon soundtrack in eighth grade, who huddled in their room and listened to "Wild Heart" over and over and over again and tried to work up the courage to ask their parents to take them to see the movie... but what if they guess? What if they figure out I'm gay? I'll just watch the trailers over and over again, listen to the soundtrack on repeat... Look, I like so much about "Wild Heart", especially the echo-y vocal effects and the way the chorus crashes in and the grumbling bass and the outro, but really this is my favorite Bleachers song as a salute to my past self. I'm sorry. And thank you. And I'm so proud of you.

2. How Dare You Want More

This song is layers and layers and layers, it's all the chaos and glee of a really great party, and I feel tipsy by the time that sax solo hits.

3. Hate That You Know Me

I thought this one was pretty weird for a longggg time, but it got me eventually. The production here is emptier than what I was used to from their first album, but over time, it started to feel less empty and more immediate to me, like I could just be hearing a couple of people giving the performance of their lives across the street. Speaking of which, shoutout to the backup vocalist who does those riffs--they bring out the best in this song's rhythm. Also, these might be my favorite Bleachers lyrics. They're fantastically fun to sing, without losing any meaning to the sonic whimsy!

4. Don't Take The Money

This is my comfort scream-it-all-out song--it has the perfect blend of genuine humor and equally genuine agony that I love so much in my favorite Taylor Swift songs. Experiencing the mortifying ordeal of being known? Singing, "I SAW YOUR FACE AND HANDS / COVERED IN SUN AND THEN / I THINK I UNDERSTAND / ... OH I UNDERSTAND" is the most effective cure I know.

5. I'm Ready to Move On / Wild Heart -- w/ Yoko Ono

Okay, sure, this is kind of just "Wild Heart" again. But I think it deserves its own spot, since it really does have its own thing going on. I'm not as much of an experimental production lover as I want to be--though I respect attempts to expand the range of sounds we think of as 'music', I still have a hard time actually enjoying the more out-there electronic stuff. But I'll listen to this one any day, weird buzzing noises included, because Yoko Ono's melody instantly cheers me up, and I find myself singing it constantly. Snow is falling! All the time! Snow is smiling! All the time! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! To move on!

6. I Wanna Get Better (cw: sui)

This one is... intense. I think that's what I love most about Bleachers, though, is that you get all this emotion wrapped up in these ridiculously catchy rock anthems. There's so much feeling that's fighting to get out of these songs, and so much in my heart that's fighting to get out when I listen--but then I can free it by singing along. These are songs that want to be sung along to, that invite your shared experience of things that are too heavy to carry alone. Hell, maybe that's what drew me to Bleachers, specifically, out of all the artists on the Love, Simon soundtrack. Because their music felt like coming out, even before I actually did; it gave me an escape, to a place where I felt like my secret, my big terrifying secret, had already been shared. Even for just a few minutes, I could get that weight of things unspoken off my shoulders. And suicidal ideation is hard to talk about, too. And I didn't talk about it for a long time--not for years after coming out. But I had this song to process it with, and for that I'm eternally grateful <3

7. Like A River Runs

Okay, this spot could belong to a whole bunch of songs on the Strange Desire album, but I'll go with this one, which was my most-listened song on Spotify Wrapped 2020. I don't think I've ever been able to relate to this song--I'm lucky to never have experienced the death of a close friend, or of a family member I knew well--but the production always manages to capture me instantly. I guess this song gives us another good explanation of why I feel like I grew up with Bleachers: their music sounds like how my growing up felt--this overwhelming rush of reckless joy in the present, combined with intense fits of yearning for the past.

8. Everybody Lost Somebody

COME ON MOTHERFUCKER YOU SURVIVED YOU'VE GOTTA GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK !!!!!

9. 91

I never really know what to do with this song, honestly--it's not let-it-all-out fun, like I usually expect from Bleachers. Rather, it's mysterious and reserved... but that makes it uniquely captivating, too. Its lyrics have beautifully executed time skips, and I love that string instruments are made central to the arrangement, rather than left to a low-volume layer in the chorus.

10. Rollercoaster -- w/ Charli XCX

I mean, Bleachers has some of the best hooks out there, and Charli XCX has a voice that makes any chorus a punch to the gut. A dream collaboration, for sure, and I wouldn't be surprised if this is my most-listened Bleachers song ever!

Honorable Mentions: Reckless Love, You're Still a Mystery, All My Heroes, 45, Big Life, Don't Go Dark, Anti-Hero (Taylor Swift feat. Bleachers)

#holy trinity of chung ha's roller coaster bleachers' rollercoaster and woo!ah's rollercoaster #ALSO this list had a better balance between their albums than i was expecting #i'm THE strange desire fangirl so i was a little worried the list would just be 10 songs from that album !! #i'm still trying to find a writing voice i like but i'm pretty proud of how this post turned out :) #it's hard bc i'm pretentious enough to need the formal register sometimes #but it's not useful for everything i want to communicate #so i can't really find a comfortable register to settle in !! #artist top ten #bleachers

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

"I hate how you never get hangovers." Georgina groaned as she sluggishly walked into the kitchen. Antonella looked up from her cup of coffee and chuckled. "I'm special; that's why," she said with a shrug. "But don't worry, there's nothing a Bloody Mary can't fix." Georgina smiled gratefully and sat down at the table. She didn't know what the hell Anto put into her hangover bloody mary's, but it worked

She wasn't even sure how she ended up at Anto and Lio's house instead of her hotel.

Antonella came back to the dining table with a fresh glass of Bloody Mary, setting it down in front of her friend. Georgina took a sip of the drink and felt the alcohol and spices work their magic. She leaned back in her chair and let out a contented sigh. "Thank you, Anto," she said. The two women sat in comfortable silence, sipping their drinks and enjoying each other's company.

Georgina took it upon herself to check her Instagram, especially the Instagram page that she created for Mia last night. "Oh fuck," she grinned. It looks like Mia's page is blowing up already. As Georgina expected; now she just had to break the news to her.

"What?"

"Have you gone on any of your socials today yet?" Georgina asked,

"I didn't have time; I had to drag Lio out of bed, and then the kids kept me busy. Why?" Anto explained,

Georgina smiled and replied, "Well, you might want to take a look. We, or should I say our girl Mia, is all anyone is speaking about."

"Good or bad?" Anto asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Oh, definitely good," Georgina assured as she scrubbed Mia's as well as her Instagram feed, making sure they didn't post anything they weren't supposed to. "Thank god I didn't drunkenly post again. The last time I did that, I woke up to a lot of angry messages from Cris."

"Yeah, we definitely don't want a repeat of Cabo." Anto giggled.

"We all know where—" Suddenly, her phone rang, interrupting their conversation. Georgina smiled happily when she realized that it was Cris. "Hey baby, you're on speaker, and Anto is trying to bring me back to the living."

"Hey, Cris!" Anto greeted,

"Hey, Anto, I see you girls had a good time last night," Cris said,

"We sure did." Georgina smiled and asked, "¿Cómo están los niños?"

"Destroying the house as usual. I actually called about your text, baby."

"Oh, what text?" Georgina asked, curious.

"The one you sent me, and it seems everyone that's in your contacts has a video of Mia and Neymar from last night," Cris replied.

Georgina's heart skipped a beat as she quickly made her way to her messages. Anto stood from her seat, standing over Gigi's shoulder as they both watched the video. It was clearly taken by Georgina, who had the camera trained on the inebriated couple who stood before the alter. "Fuck—"

"Georgina!" Anto panicked, and they both watched on as both of their closest friends getting married off by a John Snow—"Is that John fucking Snow?" Mia and Neymar stumbled through their vows, slurring their words and giggling uncontrollably. While Lio, Sergio, and Georgina cheered them on as Neymar and Mia slid rings on each other's hands. Georgina and Anto couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as they both watched the video of Mia and Neymar kissing. The way their lips met in their drunken haze was passionate yet intense; it would make anyone's heart race.

After the video ended, Anto and Georgina exchanged a worried glance, and the reality of the situation began to sink in. "Let's not think too deeply about this."

"What did you guys do last night, Gigi?" Anto stressed,

"Don't use your mom voice on me; I was just the camerawoman. It's probably fake."

"It looked pretty real, Gigi," Cris added.

"Ok, so what if they got married, it could be worse." Gigi tried to rationalize, but Anto was not having it.

Anto snatched her phone from her hand and said, "Cris, she'll call you back." Anto rushed out before ending the call.

Gigi gasped, "Did you seriously just hang up on my man?"

"Drink your tomato juice and listen up." Anto snapped, "We need to figure out if this was real or not, and if it was, one of you idiots still has the marriage license. This needs to get annulled as quickly and quietly as possible before one of your many contacts sends that video to the damn blogs." 

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Practice was finally over, and after the night that I had, all that was on my mind was the woman in my bed. I had to shut out the thoughts of her in order to keep my focus on the field today. If I didn't, then I'd let her consume my mind, as she did the day she left Brazil. Then last night happened. I found her. The way her hair fell in loose waves around her face, the curve of her hips as she walked away from me—it was all too much to handle.

But I had a job to do, and I couldn't let my personal life interfere with that. So I took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts of her aside. And when it was all over, the moment I walked off the field, my mind wandered back to her again. But this time, instead of feeling consumed by her memory, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Maybe it was because I knew I had finally gotten her back into my life.

"Didn't think you'd show up for practice today." I closed my eyes, sucking a deep breath, before turning around. Kaylin M, my teammate, stood there smirking at me. He was the new shiny, expensive transfer at PSG, and ever since he's been here, he's tried everything in his power to outshine me. God, how I wanted to knock his head off his shoulders. I knew he was trying to get under my skin again, but I refused to let him.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

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#neymar jr #fanfic #football imagines #lucy hale #neymar jr fanfiction #neymar #neymar x reader

[ibrithir-was-here]

Wow...the penultimate post for this fic...

Scour

"So, you're Dream's kid?" 

The Prodigal said, looking over Daniel from his seat across the kitchen table with a discerning gaze that Daniel could tell was seeing more than just his physical attributes.

"Yeah, yeah I can see it now…huh, really never thought he'd have another one, it messed him up so much when Orpheus died, though he'd never have shown it back then…"

The red haired giant looked pensive, then smirked slightly as he added, "You don't look a thing like him, apart from the hair. Orpheus had that same bird's nest hair, never could do a thing with it." 

"Oh I know" Wish said with a sigh, taking a sip of the coffee the Prodigal had offered the pair when they'd entered his trailer home. "It's a Sisyphean task, though I've done my best." 

"I think my hair is just fine, thank you very much" Daniel said with a playful jab at Wish's side, which They dodged expertly without even looking at him.

"Yes I'm sure Matthew quite enjoys it, it's a perfect roost."

Daniel was about to offer a biting rebuttal but Wish popped a scone into his mouth before he could.

"These are really excellent by the way" Wish went on nonchalantly, taking a bite of one Themself. "Seriously, you could sell these."

Daniel hummed in agreement around his mouthful, they were quite good.

The Prodigal was staring at them again.

"I'm sorry, excuse me asking but, what is--this??" He asked, gesturing between Wish and Daniel with his own coffee cup and looking like he was starting to question his own sanity.

Wish and Daniel looked between themselves, then back and at him.

"What's what?" They asked together.

"Ah! That! This! You two, Dream's kid and Desire, getting along?? This how you're getting out your Daddy Issues, hanging out with Des to spite the old man?"

This last remark was aimed at Daniel, who had to choke down a laugh so that he didn't choke on his scone.

"Oh heck no, Dream and I actually have an excellent relationship. And also, Their name is Wish" He said with a jerk of his head towards Wish as he took a swallow of coffee.

"What?" 

"Wish" Wish repeated helpfully.

The Prodigal blinked, looked between both of them again, then focused on Wish, giving Them the same intense gaze he'd given Daniel earlier.

"You're not Desire" He said softly after a long moment, sitting back in his seat with a staggered look on his face.

"No"  Wish confirmed, before pausing and adding "Well, yes and no, really. It's a bit…complicated. But think of me as Desire's child if it helps"

"And the old Desire is?"

"Gone" 

Wish tried to keep Their tone soft, for the sake of their uncle's feelings about his lost sibling, whatever they may be. But there was still a bit of an edge to Their declaration. They still had feelings of Their own to work through, all these years later.

The Prodigal however was thinking, running a hand over his beard before looking up suddenly with a sharp eye aimed at Wish.

"It was you I felt that day, when the Threshold cracked. It could sense it coming down and then…just what exactly happened?"

And he listened spellbound as Wish and Daniel recounted just what had happened that fateful day at the Threshold, and the events leading up to and after it.

"The Threshold's actually really nice these days, much more cheerful now that there's more than just Wish living there. We've got some dreams working as assistants and--" 

"Ok wait, hold up." The Prodigal cut in, raising one hand to stop Daniel speaking as he massaged at a temple with the other.

  "You, have his heart"   He said, pointing at Wish.

"Yes"

"And you've got Theirs?" He asked, pointing at Daniel.

"That's right"

"And there haven't been any side effects to that arrangement??"

The two looked between each other again, then shrugged.

"None that we've ever seen, and it's going on what, fourteen, fifteen years now?" Daniel asked Wish who nodded in agreement.

"I suppose if one of us was to go incredibly far from the other or we had a really bad fight or something there might be some sort of backlash" Wish mused.

"But at this point I think it's safe to say we're probably going to be just fine." Daniel said with a grin, swinging an arm over Wish's shoulder. 

"After all we've got no desire to spark up any old feuds. " 

"Daniel, that was a horrible pun."

"Oh you liked it don't lie, I can literally feel you laughing on the inside."

The Prodigal was staring again, but it was more bemused this time, still clearly unsure about this all but…fond, hopeful even.

Then his face fell a bit, and he said with a slightly cautious tone; "So things are going good for you two, and you just decided to scour the globe to try and find me and…what? Because I'm not coming back, I told Dream that before."

Daniel's eyebrow raised, looking confused as he said, "You don't have to go back to being Destruction to be part of the family you know?"

The Prodigal blinked, looking like Daniel had just told him that it had suddenly become legal for people to fly unaided, as if it was a lovely thought but still definitely still impossible.

"I'm serious," Daniel said, taking his arm from Wish's shoulder so he could lean forward on the table. And he looked serious, more so than the Prodigal had seen him so far. 

"They all still really miss you, you know. Maybe all of them aren't as open about it as Delirium but they definitely do. They want you in their lives."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want  to of course" Wish added, leaning forward as well, "But…well we've just sort of felt it's high time this family was a little more actually familial. And maybe that's a tall order for the Endless after all these millenia but then stranger things have happened."

The red haired giant bit at his lip, stroked at his beard, and gazed at the two figures before him, the heirs of Dream and Desire, sitting side by side--and he smiled.

"Aye, that they have. That they have." 

#my writing #endless heirs au #daniel hall #wish of the endless #destruction of the endless #the endless #dream of the endless #desire of the endless #sandman #the sandman #sandman fic #sandman oc

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Just thinking about Seb working real hard - whether it’s work, doing something for Chris, just generally working himself down - because he just want someone to notice he’s good. Feeling like he has to earn the praise and love and softness he sees other people get. And imagine Chris noticing it!!! And letting him relax for once, taking all the worries off of his plate for a few days so Seb can be doted on and cared for like the soft lil sub he is 💗

Okay okay okay-

This ask reminds me of two things:

This incredible gif set of Sebastian being the sweetest kid that needs to be praised for all his work in the gym

And also, this evanstan fic with wonderful sub!Seb that i highly recommend (and have visited 58 times according to AO3 🤣): "Natural Additiction" by @musette22 + @paper-storm

Seb 👏 is 👏 such 👏 a 👏 good 👏 boy 👏

But-

Going back to your original ask and my other thoughts on it...

(here's your warning for how fucking long this answer got haha (and how nsfw it gets))

This, perhaps inspired by that first gif set and then the past years in general, makes me think of Sebastian being even more starved for praise and submission than normal because of those events. Like. Chris is the one who gives all of that to him readily- the only one who gives it all to him. But Sebastian also gets praise and peices of what he needs from other people too. Obviously. He deserves it. All of that praise. All the recognition he's getting now.

And one of the easiest places for that praise that doesn't come from his boyfriend and dom is through his training-

In the gym, Don (his trainer) is never shy, patting him on the back, cheering him on with "atta boy!"s or "good job!" or "yeah, baby! Get it!" y'know, all that good, outspoken praise that makes him put even more of himself into his workouts. Motivated by it.

But... with the part of the pandemic that he's locked down for, Sebastian stops seeing Don in person, of course, but also stops seeing him as often through Zoom. Don gives him a lot of text instructions as he hunkers down with his own family but also, Sebastian starts prepping for Pam & Tommy eventually, meaning he's doing less intense stuff. Mostly running on an empty stomach, stuff that doesn't need that much instruction time in the way his normal gym equipment use and intense micronutrient focused, highly specific diet needs. Don also tells him to take it easy, relax and recuperate, y’know.

So, yeah, less interaction with Don. And everyone else.

Plus, on top of that lacking interaction, for the first part of lockdown, Sebastian is stuck by himself in his tiny NYC apartment. So he doesn't have Chris to praise him and tell him he's his good boy or that he's doing good, bumping him, hip to hip, squeezing his hand, throwing an arm around his waist, or... any of those other less innocent touches that his tactile boyfriend is so fond of. All he has is his apartment and his world as it's trapped in his phone. It's not quite the same to hear over the phone or read over text.

So-

When he finally can get to Chris' Massachusetts home, out away from the city, and they can be together, alone, Sebastian is fucking STARVED for it. He is practically vibrating in his seat on the way back. Wanting his hands on him so bad, manhandling him the way he wants, but also wanting his words so, so fucking bad. He wants his words. His orders. His praise. All of it.

They get home, say hello to Dodger, and then instantly they get to it. Pressed tight against the door. With lots of frantic touching, desperate kissing, and bruises already in the process of forming. There's also lots and lots of gasps, moans, and primal sounds. There just aren't a lot of words.

Then, after there's a lot of hunger still inside Sebastian but... he can't make his mouth work, still sensitive and still mind-blown, so he just melts to the floor and let's it go for now. Chris picks him up and carries him to their bed afterward.

Yet, Sebastian still needs more.

But it's not that he outright tells Chris that because as much as he knows communication is super, super important in relationships and in their relationship especially - because they have to be so lock and key, both of them so public - he just can't say it. He can't make himself spit out the words. His world is too far access for him to reach out, he needs both hands to hold himself up instead.

Either way, Seb gets to Chris' house and instantly starts unpacking (after their hard, fast, desperate fuck, nap, and shower), taking extra care of his things as he does, much more so than he normally would; he's actually folded his clothes to come down rather than just throwing them into his bag and now he's neatly tucking them into Chris' hanging closet and drawers and he even folds Chris' clothes that aren't- put away haphazardly or already worn once since their last washing or whatever. Sebastian makes sure everything is neat. Orderly. He re-coils Chris' belts too. Subconsciously hoping Chris might notice... but he doesn't go into the closet for a while. He sleeps naked so he doesn't go in to get PJs. And then their morning is late, sleeping in and then caught up in wandering hands and hot steam and each other, pressed together, lips against lips. Hungry. So hungry and impatient that it's quick, fast, not as much as Sebastian needs. Some of what he needs. But not everything. Chris doesn't notice his closet in the morning either, rushing back to Sebastian instead.

Sebastian also does the dishes after they eat dinner together that first night he comes home. And not that Sebastian never does the dishes but it's odd because he washes them all by hand. And before he flops down next to Chris, cuddling in close, nosing his way under Chris' arm, he also starts the dishwasher. Which is only half full. Without a word. Again, wanting Chris to tell him that he's done a good job, that he's helpful, but unable to really put his finger on what he needs.

He just needs so much.

After their late start, he gathers Chris' clothes from his hamper (and the floor next to it) and does his washing and drying for him. Setting timers on his phone to make sure they don't sit in the machine for too long. Then, Seb folds the clothes too, even though he dreads folding laundry or folding clothes for packing or... yeah, folding is not his favorite.

Later in the week he also does their sheets after they dirty them again (😏). Although, again, that task is wordless too. Seb doesn't mention it to Chris. He wants the praise to be true and spontaneous. Not just because he needs to hear it.

His world is still off balance though because none of the tasks are orders. Chris is stressed and busy with launching and then upkeeping ASP in the first months of it, not to mention the whole fucking pandemic that's effecting everyone too. It's not his fault he doesn't notice Sebastian's desperation for praise right away. People get oblivious and people start weird habits when they're stressed. (That is a wink towards that fic, thank you very much)

And it gets to a point where Sebastian can't fucking help it-

He can't help it!

Chris is on top of him pressing him hard down into their mattress as he kisses him, painting a line of scorching hot kisses down from his lax mouth - Seb is so worked up that he can hardly kiss back, panting, chest heaving - to his collarbone. Then lower. His chest. His sensitive, peaked nipples. Sparking pleasure that is so, so fucking overwhelming that it makes his muscles turn to liquid.

And Chris just keeps lavishing him with kisses and bites and-

It just slips out of him.

A whimper.

Needy and pathetic and it's clear how long it has been ruminating inside his chest, kept down in false understanding that other things were more pertinent than him at the moment. And the second Chris hears it, he's rising up onto his elbows and hovering over his baby, hushing him, asking him what he needs, nosing his cheek.

Sebastian can only whimper more, looking him in his eyes, barely making out a little, lip-trembling, call of, "D-daddy..."

"You need your Daddy, huh, sweet thing?" Chris rumbles, lips on his skin, against his jaw then lifting up to stare right into his eyes, watching the way his blush rises over his cheeks and spills down his neck then up to his ears. Watching the way his eyes turn glassy then nearly spill over, teary.

Sebastian nods jerkily. Daddy. He needs Daddy. He's choked by it. He needs it.

And he needs it so bad that he really does start crying when Chris hushes him more, caressing his face, saying, "it's okay, it's okkkay, you're okay, I know, I know, Daddy should've seen it sooner. His good boy needs some attention, doesn't he?"

Sebastian chokes back a sob.

Then, the gates fucking open and Chris is fucking worshipping him. Telling him about how fucking good he is in detail. Such impossible detail. He is lathering him in it. Laying it on thick except... is it really "laying it on thick" if all of it's true??

Chris keeps it up until Sebastian looses all time (which actually happens really quickly, he's already so sweet and spacey, floating in their sheets like a rocking, warm sea). First though, he strips Seb down, mentally and physically, spreading him out to tie his wrists and ankles gently to their bed posts with silk ties. Then he traces his fingertips over Seb's skin so gently that Sebastian can't keep from shuddering. Goosebumps arise over his flesh.

His touch is electric.

Impossibly erotic.

Chris brushes his hair back from his forehead with his lips. He whispers in his ear. More praise that pours like flaming honey straight into Seb's veins. Pooling in his gut.

Chris presses three fingers into Sebastian's mouth, between plush lips, and let's him suckle on them, filling his needy mouth up, while Chris encircles his cock. Tugging. Stroking. Gripping his dripping and hot cock so thoroughly that all that can spill out of Sebastian is moans, gasps, and tears. He can't. Sebastian is throbbing from the inside out. Ready to spill, overwhelmed with need and praise and subspace.

But only when it's an order from Chris, exhaled softly, whispered, but so, so powerful and demanding.

The order guts Sebastian, leaving him to nearly convulse, trying to curl up, around Chris' hand tight on his cock. But he can't. Those ties. He is exposed. Left to Chris' hands.

Chris' hands that keep wandering. Keeping him on edge. Keeping him overwhelmed and sensitive until he breaks.

Sebastian fractures apart as Chris' fingers slip back from his cock to his tight, heavy balls, then his lil, clenching hole. Tapping. Exploring. Chris spits on his hole. He won't move to grab the lube for the world. He spits again.

Overwhelming.

It's overwhelming.

The wetness. The heat. The arousal.

Sebastian is out of his goddamn mind.

And then Sebastian's sobs turn silent, his mouth gapes around three of Chris' thick fingers, but his tears keep flowing and his chest keeps heaving. Hitting the sweet spot of subspace where he can't do anything but fly. Absorbing the pleasure and the pain from it being too much, too soon, and enjoying it impossibly. He cannot resist. He can't help himself. All he can do is lie at the mercy of Chris' touch and take it.

It is everything he wants.

Hopefully that's what you had in mind haha, I kinda went overboard here I think 👀

Anyway... yeah. Big thoughts about sub!Seb being taken care of.

#asks #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #sub seb #subastian #sub Sebastian #dom chris evans #dom chris #subspace #fandomfluffandfuck

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 4.10

I keep getting stuck on the fact that these ridiculously dangerous Paths are just getting used for transit, rather than gaining some boon. I guess Canada is really big?

“Or plan G,” Lucy said.  “Because there’s a bunch of other options I’d rather try.”

I'm with Lucy. Uber exists for a reason.

“I’ve had this since I was ten.  Verona gave me this.” Lucy took out a creased piece of paper.  It had a cartoon drawing of Lucy with pink hair and Verona, done up in the style of a cartoon Avery remembered seeing but couldn’t name.  Cute. 

awww. And interesting that the pink hair was already showing up back then. I wonder if that's kid!Verona thinking it would be cool for Lucy, holding onto that belief, and then subconsciously influencing how Lucy developed once they Awakened. Or if somehow kid!Verona got a glimpse through the Sight.

“I love my family, but I think if things shifted and my life got shuffled just a bit, I’d still love them, but things would fit better,” Avery said.

this feels like tempting fate

“I don’t know if my emotions are strong enough,” Verona said. “I think they are,” Lucy said. “I don’t know which are. She’s asking us to think of something that makes us feel something tangible just remembering it? I don’t know if I feel anything tangible in the moments when bad stuff happens.”

Verona's POV can feel flattened, especially when she's under pressure. She doesn't really seem to process her own specific negative emotions, except maybe frustration and overall distaste

“You do, but… you don’t always remember them that great.  It’s like you’re great at forgetting to file those memories away.”

not great!

“I wonder if I’m broken,” Verona mused.

thinking of Regent from Worm here. That was more due to over-intense artificial emotions, and Verona's due to constant negative pressure, but both end up with atypical emotional processing

This was the part she was good at.  The one thing in life she was good at.  It made her heart lighter, when it had so many other reasons to feel heavy.

i think this might be the first time we've actually seen Avery play hockey. She has a lot of other stuff going for her

So pretty.  So cool.  Something else to make Avery’s heart lighter when there was nothing else. You saved me.  Maybe I can give you a bit better of a night by giving you reasons to cheer for me.  She settled into position.  Right wing.  Stick touched ice.

I haven't talked much about Avery's crush on Ms. Hardy, but the combination of standard crush feelings + standard teacher crush feelings + only authority figure to notice there was something wrong and support her + first person she was out to? + feeling that kind of grateful is a powerful combination. I'm glad that it seems like she's been able to mostly move on from that crush in a pretty graceful manner

Avery’s eye fell on a woman in the stand, face obscured by the way the lights above them hit the plexiglass.  As Avery shifted position, the light refused to cooperate.

Miss! At the moment when Avery should be the hero for keeping the game from being a shutout, should have attention on her, everyone who matters is looking away. No wonder it caught the attention of someone who is Lost.

Miss had been there.  She hadn’t remembered that until just now.

hmmmmm :|

Avery could feel the excitement in a chest that wasn’t her own.  She could feel it, like Verona felt it, and she could finally understand what Verona meant.  The way emotions could feel different.  Dampened.

oh that's neat. reminds of tumblr posts about body-swapping and suddenly being hit by anxiety etc. Or Kokoro Connect I guess.

The awakening ritual glowed, and Avery felt feelings in Verona’s chest, felt her heart hammering as much or more than Avery’s had.  The faces of the Kennet Others were lit up, and, to Verona, it was like the rest of the word was swelling, getting brighter, and living up to that imagination.

:)

She supported Lucy, and with Verona right behind them, they pressed on.  Avery navigated, Lucy dispatched problems, and when they faltered, Verona pushed them from behind.

a good microcosm of their team dynamic

“Put it in the container.  Seal it,” the doll whispered. “-er to wass-” “-tonight-” “-f summer-“ “-eal with the three even-”

hmmm. hmmm! Wasn't expecting clues in this chapter. Assuming we're tapping into echoes of the night the Carmine Beast was attacked. What is being sealed here? The remains, or the Beast itself? And something about summer (maybe "end/beginning of summer"? how long the seal will hold?). And "with the three". The Kennet Trio? Looking back at my theory that they unknowingly are holding the power. Sealed in them, or them holding the seal?

Or if these are the echoes of when the evidence was moved, after they started investigating. Maybe "deal with the three"? If they get too close to figuring things out?

Going back to a question someone asked me, of why Miss would give the girls access to a practitioner school if she wanted them kept more within the Others' point of view: the Blue Heron Institute conveniently keeps the girls out of Kennet for most of the summer

Actually. We know the CB got to the Arena after the game as people left (from the prologue). So why was Miss already in the stands looking at Avery while the game was finishing up?

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

[browser5]

Is this a Interrogation?

The following day, Adam walked around the house, trying to remember the vows, the protocol and everything else. As he walks into the living room, reading his cheat sheet, his stumbles over someones legs.

Shane

Watch it fish n chips

Shane was sitting there, playing on his phone with his feet up.

Adam

My apologies, I didn't see you there

Adam made his way out, not wanting to disturb, as Shane holds him off

Shane

Oh by the way, now that I see you, My dad asked you to go see him

Adam

Um alright...Where is he?

Shane

Second floor, door at the end.

He thanked him and walked up to the second floor. He knocked and opened the door, as there was no answer after the third knock. It was the master bedroom of the house.

Adam

Hello?...Isaac?

He heard a “In here” behind another door. He quickly looked around and saw, to his relief, another open door to the master bathroom. That means, that surely he wasn't going to enter another bathroom, filled with a horrible odor, bringing tears to your eyes.

Reluctantly he enters the room, only to discover his father-in-law on the toilet.

Isaac

There you are, right *Mmnn* on time

Adam stops, and by the look on his face, you could tell that he didn't want to go in there.

Adam

Excuse me, I'll wait til you come out

Issac

Boy get in here, you smelt the boys shit, now you can smell mine for 5 minutes. Shut the door

Adam walks in and shuts the door behind him, as Isaac asked. Not wanting to be too cruel, Isaac sprayed a little air freshener so that Adam could breath. However, still he held his hand over his nose, trying not to be rude.

Isaac

So, tomorrow is the big day, finally. My little girl is getting married, and you will be the lucky groom.

Adam

Y-Yes,*cough* I'm very lucky to have your daughter as my wife. 

Issac

*grunt* Damn right boy, and you better treat my little girl right or else. 

Isaac threatened Adam as he forced out a grunt and let out a thick log of shit, the smell of his dump was by far the smelliest of the family, and to make things worse the toilet was almost overflowing with Isaac’s thick logs of shit. 

Isaac 

So how's Bridgette been doing? *grunt* *plop* You two planning on making us some grandkids anytime soon? That test of yours came back with good results. Me and her mother aren't getting any younger you know. 

Adam

Gosh, we haven't gotten around to talk about kids yet. 

Isaac 

Well I guess these things take time but *groan* we ain't got all the time in the world boy. As you can see, I made 4 beautiful babies…well I made the batter, Meera is the one who cooked them, if you catch my drift. But from the looks of your test, you shouldn’t have much trouble getting to baking.

Isaac sternly looked at Adam, squinting as he let out a booming fart followed by a nice chunk of shit, at this point the smell was so bad that Adam was sure if he didn't leave the bathroom now he would faint from the smell. With a final liquid blast from his ass, Isaac continued.

Isaac 

Anyways Moving on. *piss sounds* What I asked you here for was this, now that you're going to officially become part of the family, I’m going to need you to loosen up and not be so up tight, like in these “shitty situations” we been having.

Adam

*clear throat* I understand that, I just didn’t expect something like this to happen. My family has always been quite hush hush about their personal business. So um, seeing you and your sons destroying the toilet so shamelessly and open was very surprising to me.

Isaac 

No we don’t do none of that, a man shits where and when he wants to shit, whats gotta come out has to go out. That’s what I taught my kids and thats what they been doing. *grunt* Except Shane, that one still ain’t comfortable just doing it. Except that one time with you. And as you can see, they learnt from the best. Cans about to overflow, scuse me while I flush. 

Adam let out an inner cheer, as Isaac flushed. They both jumped a little, as the toilet flushed intensely like an airplane toilet. Adam was surprised at Isaac, was he actually welcoming him to the family? AND showing him something like compassion?? He always had the impression that his father in law didn’t think much of him and found him disappointing. But it seems that he was giving him a chance to prove himself.

Adam

My deepest apologies then sir

Isaac 

*Fart* Child what did I just say? You're going to be family soon, so you will call me Dad. Means that I’m still the boss around here you hear? My boys have been very excited to have a new brother in the house, so be grateful for that. 

Adam

A-Alright…dad

Isaac strains a few big logs out as the water splashes. Adam coughs up a little after holding it in so well. He takes the air freshener himself and then sprays a little.

Isaac

Good, glad we got that in the clear, now I’ll-

Adam

Actually si- I mean, dad. I’ve wanted to tell you something

Taken a back, he leans back and squints one more time as he let out a shart.

Isaac

What is it?

Adam

I…don’t know how to say this, but Tad has been *gulp* hitting on me?

Isaac

What do you mean, what did he do?

Adam

He’s been winking at me and kissing me…And from what you’re saying, shane apparently wanted to catch me in the shower? I don’t know what to make of th-

Isaac

Oh that ain’t nothing, the boys just like to toy around with Bridges’ boyfriends. He seems to like you the most out of all of Bridges’ boyfriends though. It's probably because of the time you two talked while he was shittinh his brains out on the toilet while you were in the shower. Bathroom convos are usually how men in this family bond,now it's time you carry that tradition as Bridges’ boyfriend son *fart* Scuse me, fiance. Now boy, I suggest you get on out of here, I gotta wipe and it's not gonna be a pretty sight. 

Not really being reassured, Adam complied leaving his soon to be father in law to wipe his shit coated ass

#coprophilia #eproctophilia #relief #poopstories #fanfic #shit

[scare-ard--sleigh]

Writing fight scenes is the same as writing sex scenes. You have to describe intense choreography while also getting into the character(s)' head about it. For instance: Reuben extended his blade for the vampire to see, his face a picture of determination even though gripping pain shooting up and down his back and thigh nearly made his expression waver. The vampire's golden eyes traveled down the length of the blade and then back up to his. "Well then. You weren't kidding, Father. I guess you will have to kill me! Good luck!" he said with a cheerful tone and then he was gone in an instant. Reuben had to scan around to see the vampire's slender shape scaling a gutter up to a roof top. He scurried after, leaping on top of trash piles, gripping onto window panes, anything to get to the top of that building, pain be damned. Once on top, he swung his sword without accounting for footing, the vampire's own sword easily parrying with a tinny clang. Reuben regained himself and retaliated, keeping a prayer in his mind to slay the beast before him. No matter how much he swung or how he jabbed, he could never seem to land a hit- not even a scratch across his cheek. Yet, if the vampire was this good, how was it that he didn't hurt him? Was he actively trying not to? In his confusion, he didn't notice the feeling of a blade piercing his side until the pain overrode the pain he was already experiencing from an injury long dead. What was sticking out of him was none other than a small dagger, but the pain was in a bad spot and he fell to his knees with a grunt. "Father, Father, Father... You really haven't been in any shape to fight since the first second. You've been limping around the city all night searching for me. I'm surprised you got it this far, actually, what has that bishop got in store for you at home if you came back with my head? A kiss perhaps?" Reuben didn't respond, only with a pained chuckle as the monster lifted him up from the roof and began carrying him back to the monastery. He hated that he was right. (now to copy this and paste it into my notes for my VN...)

okay so firstly, i absolutely love your writing and please direct me where to see more of it because i am hooked and i feel so blessed to use a really cliche word, so thank you for this !! (also also : hhhhhhhhh do they kiss pls tell me they kiss)

i think approaching a fight scene the same way i approach a sex scene would be a really interesting and potentially delicious writing exercise !! i always worry that the dialogue i write in fight scenes sounds cheesy but maybe that takes practice :' ) thank you so much again, i'm excited to chew on this some more hehe

#save #also i hope it's okay that i publish this jmbjgkf lmk if you want me to take it down ♥ #cenobitefurby

[merinomeri]

❣🤡☂️💤 for Dulze, Deeji, and Coulie and 💘 for everyone that has a partner, if that's cool!

FINGER GUNS-

Dulze Deeji Coulie Mille

❣️ - What are their love languages?

"Ugh, c'mon...I'm not some dumb teen anymore who actually focuses on that stuff...I just...I guess...I like spending time with the ones I love. That counts, right?"

Dulze's family is always busy with something. So the moments where they can all spend time together are few and far between. She's a simple woman though, just sitting together in silence makes her happy.

"??? huh???"

Deeji is too young to know what that means, but, she loves making gifts for others! Does matter what it is, it could be a cool rock, and you should be happy she gave it to you, unless you wanna make her cry.

"Love...languages? Interesting, I've never heard of such a thing. I'll have to do more research on the subject. I don't want to let Aneas feel as though he isn't loved..."

Being fairly new to this, Coulie isn't always sure how to show her affection to others, and that includes her husband. She's very good at giving him pep-talks and cheering him up! When she speaks, she means what she says.

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

Dulze looks towards a tree in the backyard and sighs. It still haunts her.

Once upon a time a man fell into a tree, and Dulze had to get him down. They're married now.

"I NEVER DO ANYTHING DUMB! I'M NOT DUMB!"

Deeji has never done anything embarrassing in her life, ever- she's 4. Give her time.

"...Next question."

Coulie considers her entire stay as a prisoner of Time Patrol to be an embarrassment. She acted. Bad.

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

"Relaxing. I love listening to the sound of it, sitting by the window, and reading something nice..."

"Mom doesn't let me go outside when it rains...puddles are fun though!"

"It's refreshing and good for the plants! That's all I care about!"

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

"Uh, it's going to sound ridiculous, I know, but...I need to know where Puar is. Look! I just...like knowing he's there. He's family too. Whether he's sleeping with one of the kids or near us, I just want to make sure he's safe."

"Dad has to tell me a story. He tells the best ones! Mom's are boring and Cayenne's are dumb..."

"Aneas! He needs to be asleep first! If he isn't asleep and safe then there's no way I will do the same!"

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

"Uh, everything? That's such a dumb question, did he write this one!? It sounds like something he'd ask! ...well...let's see, he's always doing his best and he never gives up, he's got a really great smile and is probably the most genuine, sweetest person I know!"

"...he was...kind to me. In a time where I didn't deserve that kindness at all. And he extends the same kindness to everything and everyone. It's incredible, really. He's incredible."

"She's hella." her stare is so intense and fierce, and she clenches her fists tightly. Must be a high compliment.

#omg this took so long i can't believe #ocs

[prcphesieslie]

Look who just woke up- is that OLIVER STARK? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s MATTHEW SCOTT from STARGATE: UNIVERSE. I heard he is 26 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a TRYING TO BE THE PERFECT SOLDIER BUT EMOTIONS GETTING IN THE WAY, FLIRTING TOO MUCH FOR HIS OWN GOOD, CHEERING OVER ALL THE OTHER PARENTS AT THE LITTLE LEAGUE SOCCER GAME, DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN FOR THOSE HE LOVES, WALLET STUFFED FULL OF PICTURES OF HIS KID AND PROUDLY SHOWN TO ANYONE WILL PAY ATTENTION impression. But here, they are working as SOLDIER. They’re known to be quite CARING & DETERMINED, but have a tendency to be OVERPROTECTIVE & EMOTIONAL on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns ::

Cis Man ; he/him

How long have they been in Sydney? 

Twenty-Four Years

Which suburb do they live in? 

Tbd 

Personality description :  

Strangers :: Matt tries his best to be friendly, and it's definitely easier when he's not working. If someone catches Matt in work mode, he can seem a little intense, but most of the time he is very friendly or at the very least, polite. Although, he can come across as a little distracted as he's currently working as many hours as he can fit in a week while raising his nine year old son on his own. But there's also the problem that Matt is a flirt and a manwhore, so he might alway be flirty and seductive if he's alone because his son is at a friend's house.

Friends :: Friends get the privilege of seeing Matt's goofier side. They get to see that he isn't always as serious as he can come across, especially at work. But also how hard he works to be the best father, soldier, and person he can be. He goes out of his way to help those he cares about even when he's exhausted.

Family/Close Friends :: Matt's closest friends get to see the side of himself he hides from most other people. they get to see how emotional he is and how deeply he takes everything. not only do they see how hard he works, they see that it's not always healthy and that it has more to do with being perfect than trying his best. he would do *anything* for the people he loves.

Memories of their real life : 

Matt was adopted by a priest after his parents were killed in a car crash when he was 4. When he was 16, he accidentally got a girl pregnant that he barely, she didn't tell him that she was keeping the baby, and he never saw her again. The same year, the priest who had adopted him died of liver failure due to alcoholism. Matt had planned to be a priest, but after everything that had happened, he ended up going to college and joining the Air Force as an officer. After joining the Air Force, he became a member of the Stargate program. Because of this, he was stranded on an ancient space ship, the Destiny along with a group of other survivors after their base was attacked.

If you want to read more, you can check out his wiki page here!

What was their fake life like? 

Matt was put into foster care after losing his parents and bounced around foster homes for awhile, including a brief period of time with Jack O'Neill. While he was with his last foster dad, he ended up knocking a girl up at 16 just like he had in his real life, but this time she stuck around. Matthew was born when Matt was 17 and as scared as he was, he couldn't have been more excited. Knowing he had a family to provide for, he joined the Air Force at 18.

Coming home after training, Matt had plans to propose and make them a proper family. However, when he showed up at his dad's house, Matthew's mom had left, leaving Matthew with his dad and not so much as a goodbye or an explanation other than 'it was all too much and she was too young to be stuck with a baby'. Ever since then, Matt has been a single father, working his hardest to give Matthew the life he deserves. Matthew is nine years old now, and Matt couldn't be prouder of him.

Label :: The Dear John

Location they work in : Atlantis

Wanted Connections ::

Coworkers from Atlantis

Other Soldiers

Former Foster Parents

Former Foster Siblings

Past Hookups and One Night Stands

Other Parents from Matthew's School

Babysitters for Matthew

#thebridge: intro #( matt | musings ) #( the dear john | matt )

[blizzardsuplex]

Marina-related playlist plz?

Hey, Drea! You got it. :) Here's the link to the playlist itself.

1.) Choked Out by The Mountain Goats -> It's always fun when I get to use a Beat the Champ song for a wrestler playlist! In this case, it's a pretty high-energy song about...well, someone getting choked out, something Marina does pretty well (see: Bloodsport). Most of the boys/Won't ever cross this line/If they all want to die dead broke that's fine, that's fine/Everybody's got their limits/Nobody's found mine

2.) Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve -> Wanted something with prominent violins as a reference to her (old?) entrance song and Andrew Bird didn't fit LOL. I like how repetitive the sounds/the lyrics are for this one...it's the calm before the storm of her in the ring sonically. It's just sex and violence, melody and violence/It's just sex and silence, melody and silence/I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down

3.) The Girls Are Fighting by Bloc Party -> IDK if she's had an intergender match yet (I would watch that one for sure), so when she steps in the ring the girls are, indeed, fighting...and, as the chorus stresses, for some reason the boys can't cope ;) Therе's blood on the dancefloor/Extensions on thе bar/I blame the Jägermeister and the vodka lemonade/And now these boys can't cope

4.) Moderation by Florence + the Machine -> She can be really intense in the right setting (again...see Bloodsport. Also the fact that, y'know, she used to compete in MMA). In either case, no space for being moderate...and sometimes not just in the ring (though you can take "love" as a metaphor/poetic way to mean "beating you up in front of a crowd" too). Want me to love you in moderation/Do I look moderate to you?/Sip it slowly and pay attention/I just have to see it through

5.) Comeback Kid by Sleigh Bells -> Just a fun aggressive song with female lead vocals about bouncing back when you're on the ropes. Don't run away 'cause that's a deal breaker/You gotta turn around, never let your guard down/I see you but no one's gonna save you baby/You always run around breaking all the rules baby

6.) Bad Girls by Tennis -> Pre-requisite penultimate slow/sad song :P No but seriously I was reminded of some of Marina's offhand remarks on her wedding day with this song (which is cool cause the lyrics have a marriage reference). Even bad girls can do good things/Even bad girls have holy dreams/Oh I, I'm not so transparent/My intentions they ain't so apparent

7.) Buttercup by Hippo Campus -> ...but she's a fighter to the end, so we end with a cheerful ditty about splitting your knuckles and being a whirlwind of teeth and claws. No holds barred in the ring so you'll fight me/Give 'em hell, give 'em teeth like you taught me/Tireless mess, seeking thrills, getting bitey/When I'm in doubt

#ask game #this one was real fun! Thanks for requesting friend :)