#but i wasnt DRUNK i had just been drinking (and less than he had)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Prompts 7-11 with Spot

As much as I love the body swap trope I know that's not everyones cup of tea (and also i feel lazy with keeping the cause vague SOBS)

Speed running the first group of tropes for spot LMAO

UNREQUITED LOVE

He couldnt face you now that hes.. become this.. thing. Hes not even sure hes still allowed to call himself human. The fact that he had been shunned by just about everyone only reinforces that he keep his feelings for you to himself. Its unfair, it's terrible. He wants nothing more than to be by your side and continue on the life the two of you had together before the collider incident. He stays up most nights wondering if you'd welcome him into your life if he let himself in.. hes considered inviting himself into your home on at least one occasion. He sticks to the background watching you live out your life in peace without him

MUTUAL PINING

Except you werent living your life in peace, as far as you knew the man you had harbored feelings for died in the explosion that night. You've heard whispers that he was still alive, just no longer.. someone you'd recognize. You never tried to see if the rumors were true, too scared to get your hopes up only for them to be shattered. You used to work together, coworkers. You beat yourself up for not telling him how you felt before everything. Unbeknownst to you, Ohnn would feel the same as he kept tabs on you, never quite finding the right time to reveal himself to you. He loved you more than anything but you're the last person in his life who still loves him.. even if hes unaware. Youre his only friend who hasnt turned their back on him, simply because he never gave you the chance to do so

DRUNKEN CONFESSION

His crush on you was no secret, by the way. If it wasnt obvious that he had the hots for you, he had confessed it to one of his friends when the pair went out to get drinks to celebrate the success of the collider. He had gone out with a group of people actually, and you were there. At least for some point and perhaps out of ear shot as he rambled on about how much the poor man yearned for you. He seems like the type to cry when drunk, hes probably getting his tears all over the counter and he has to be sent home before he can try to make any moves on you

SHARING CLOTHES

Sometimes he likes to steal your clothing. Sure he doesnt need clothes but wearing them makes him feel a little bit more normal. Usually he takes jackets and hats, but if you go behind his back and get clothes that are more his style and size hes going to be over the moon.. whether it be brand new clothes or thrifted, hes going to stop walking around the house nude/hj

He totally doesnt keep stealing your clothes because you smell nice...

DOMESTIC

Spot isnt the neatest person, living in a sort of chaotic state although at least his messes usually have a system. So unless you already live like that you better be ready for your home to get a little less tidy. Not to worry because it's never going to get gross.. hes never going to leave food out or anything like that. A bit of a stickler when it comes to your end of the chores being done, you're allowed to return the same energy when he doesnt keep up with his share.. he can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes..

#the spot x reader #spot x reader #spot imagine #the spot x you #spot x you #Jonathan ohnn x reader #Jonathan ohnn x you #Jonathan ohnn imagine #atsv x you #atsv x reader #atsv imagine

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Hi I came across a post of people being shitty about Daisy so y'know what actually time to talk about her character in the royalty au!!

-Works at Quackfaster's pub (tavern?)!

-It was originally Quackfaster's, Daisy started working there just to get by, and now they're coowners!

-They had a silly mentor/apprentice thing going for a while, and though now they're equals they still do carry a little bit of that dynamic.

-She does want to be a fashion designer, originally working at the pub was just a way to make ends meet but she's kind of been stuck there for a while now.

-Blue was actually Quackfaster's charge, but it's Daisy who does better at welcoming them and actually taking them in.

-She's only a few years older than them but she definitely does 'mom' them. She has a tendency to fuss over people's outfits (fashion designer) and ends up doing that to them a lot.

-Once Blue was more or less fired they hired Donald in their place, Daisy didn't really like him at first.

-She does eventually warm up to him and grows to like him and idk what I want to do with their relationship yet but if they do ever get to anything romantic it takes forever. Years.

-Daisy has wayyyyyy too much of a temper to be working at a pub full of drunk people, there's bar fights and I'd say about 30% of the time she does start them (Quackfaster starts a good number of them too. Lady brings a sword to work). If a drunk guy catcalls her she will punch him between the eyes and throw him out.

-Off-topic but they do! have a door guard, it's Manny! He's not going to be a headless man horse- I'm trying to come up with some other huge creature-like thing. I'm thinking something similar to a Minecraft Iron Golem, he's a statue-like thing that's there to stop fights, kick people out, and just overall protect the place (while Blue lives there he's good friends with them).

-She likes cooking! The pub mostly gives out drinks but she will prepare dinners every now and then when there's not too many customers.

-She does live at the pub, the second story/attic serves as a living space for her and Quackfaster. It's just one bedroom though, so when Blue lived there they slept behind the counter downstairs (they have a little back room area with a fireplace and stuff for the three of them to hang out, Blue wasnt just sleeping on the floor with the beer or something ssldkfj).

-This isn't something that's fully developed yet so idk if it's going to be canon but I'm thinking eventually Blue does get her connected with some people at the castle, and she does get funding to open her own dress shop! She's built up too much of a community at the pub to just leave it completely (and Quackfaster can't do it all on her own and Donald's just there to clean tables and dishes), so she does still work there in the evening and lives close.

-If that is a storyline I decide to go with she is extremely successful. She's out here living her dream now <3

#uhhh yeah that's all Ive got for her rn #probably be more some time #daisy duck #madfen royalty au #emily quackfaster #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #duckverse #royalty rambles

[whumpshaped]

Capernoited for Poisoned Ivy

once again, this has been sitting in my drafts half-written for all of eternity. enjoy

poisoned ivy masterlist

Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.

tw forced to drink, blackmail, bullying, threat of violence, being taken advantage of (nonsexual), nonsexual nudity

"No, no, Bryce, please, I don't want to, I've never been–"

"There's a first time for everything, stop whining. It'll be fun."

"I don't want to have fun!" Nate was on the verge of tears, desperately trying to pull his hand out of Bryce's grasp. But he was bigger, and stronger, and even if he wasn't... he had the pictures. "Please, I'm scared. I'm scared, okay? I, I don't want to be ridiculed, and– and–"

"No one's gonna bully you, jeez." Bryce looked at him like he was some sort of idiot. As if he'd never been bullied in his entire life, as if Bryce wasnt the one bullying him. "Relax for once in your life."

"Can I go home early? Please?"

"Not before you've had a drink. Hell, I bet you'll want to stay after that. Maybe you'll even be a little less insufferable. Maybe you'll make friends!"

"Why would you even want me to make friends?"

Bryce stopped for a moment, considering him. Nate felt incredibly stupid. He shouldn't have asked that. Yeah, sure, maybe it'd make Bryce realise that it was actually in his best interest not to drag him anywhere public, but at the same time, he kind of liked the promise of friends. He wanted friends. Would alcohol really make him easier to get along with?

"I just want to," he settled on, and Nate couldn't decide on an appropriate reaction to that. "Come on, I can see that you're starting to like the idea too."

Nate didn't have a choice as he was dragged inside and immediately directed towards the table with all the drinks. Fuck, he kind of wished Bryce would stay with him. Maybe to supervise? Or maybe because he was the only one he actually knew? But he suppressed the urge to grab onto his shirt sleeve like some kid, and actually walked over to that damn table on his own.

He could do this.

Bryce said alcohol would make him tolerable.

He eyed the liquids warily, trying to guess which one would be the least horrendous. Maybe the wine? There was a lot of wine.

Before he could finalise his decision, someone bumped into him, making him yelp in surprise. As he turned to look at the intruder, he had the distinct feeling that he knew her from somewhere, but he couldn't think straight with the loud music and the stress of being in such a crowded space.

"Nate?" Great. She knew who he was. He should've definitely remembered her name too. And why did she seem so delighted? "Nate! I didn't peg you as a partygoer!"

"That's probably because I'm not," he said awkwardly, earning a sincere laugh. She was definitely drunk.

"You are, you are! You're here, aren't you?" She didn't give any indication of noticing his discomfort, or even his confusion at her person, because she just went on babbling. "First drink of the night? I definitely recommend that one. It's like, it's pretty tasty, but it also hits you well. Here, let me–"

"I'll do it," he said hastily, taking the bottle from her hand. He didn't want to see her attempt to pour drinks in this state.

"Ah, then pour me another one too?" She held out her little plastic cup before Nate was even done pouring for himself.

"Maybe you shouldn't–"

"Just one more, Nate. It's Friday. Relax."

If anyone said that word again, Nate was sure he'd lose it.

He hesitantly poured her some, and then some more when she expressed her discontent with the previous, safe amount. But other than that... she was very friendly. In fact, her rambles were incredibly endearing, and Nate found himself getting caught up in some petty drama he'd never even heard of before. He recognised the names, mostly, but he had no idea about any of the gossip.

Halfway through he realised that the girl was Ashley, one of Cindy's countless friends. He must've seen her a couple times around the frat house. Or maybe on campus? Bryce hung around his girlfriend's friend group almost as much as his own, and the two overlapped quite a bit as well.

The discovery honestly didn't make him very happy. The last time he'd interacted with anyone from that clique, he'd gotten himself into a blackmail situation. And he was even drinking now.

But Ashley was so nice to him. Bryce was right about the alcohol, it really did help him relax. Around the third cup, he found he could laugh along with her easily. He kind of felt like a regular guy, almost like he belonged.

And then Ashley was whisked away by two other guys, one of which Nate assumed was her boyfriend. "What are you thinking? With Nate?"

"Oh my god, why are you saying it like that? We were just talking!"

"It sure seemed like you were having an awfully good time."

"You're such a dick, Theo. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid, possessive attitude. Cheating on you has never even crossed my fucking mind, let alone with Nate, but now I'm starting to see the appeal."

The words processed in his brain slower than usual. At first, he felt the fear of what these other guys would do to him. Then it was pain, from Ashley having mentioned his name in a tone that made him feel like a piece of garbage. Someone utterly undesirable and unwanted. And then it was terror when the guy — Theo? — turned to actually look at him.

"Oh yeah? You see the appeal?" he repeated back, staring Nate down while saying it. Personally, Nate felt like he was about to faint.

"I– I am so sorry," he stammered. He quickly put his cup back on the table and backed up, bumping into someone else. He whipped around to see the damage, and he saw Bryce with a growing puddle of alcohol on his shirt from where he'd made him spill his drink.

"Well, that's nice," he sighed.

"I'm sorry!" Nate said, even more desperate. "I'm sorry, please, I need to go home, I'm sorry–"

"What's going on?"

"Theo is being a fucking asshole, that's what," Ashley chimed in. "I can't talk to a single person on campus without being accused of something."

"Woah, wait, he thinks you're about to cheat on him? With–" Bryce nodded towards Nate, who was basically cowering behind him at this point.

"He was all over her!" Theo yelled back over the music, and Ashley buried her face in her hands.

"No, he wasn't! I was laughing, and I lost my balance, and I had to grab onto something! And I grabbed onto him! And he grabbed onto me to help me not fall on my ass!"

"You have some serious issues to work on," Bryce said with a laugh. "And I need to go change my shirt and bring this poor guy back to the dorm."

Nate couldn't have been happier to hear that.

-

"So, you've made some friends, huh?"

"She was nice to me," Nate sobbed, shamelessly leaning against Bryce as he tried to stumble back to his room. "I don't understand what I did wrong. I thought it was going well. I just wanted to– to not be alone for once..."

"Poor thing." He opened the door to Nate's room with his own key, since he had made a copy of it a while back, and ushered him inside. "It'd be better to forget the whole night, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah... I just– I just want to go to sleep, please..."

"I bet you do. I'll help you get into bed."

Undressing a drunk Nate was surprisingly easy. It seemed like all his reservations were gone, and he had no problem letting Bryce handle him like a little doll. As he flopped down onto his bed, he didn't even seem to notice Bryce taking out his phone.

"Thank you for helping me," he slurred, just as Bryce was about to snap a picture for his 'blackmail material' folder.

"Aw..." He lowered his phone a little, momentarily charmed by the vulnerable display. "You're welcome, Nate."

"I've never been to a party, you know," he went on. "I've... I've been invited. I've always thought it was a joke..."

"And now look at you! You've impressed Ashley to the point that Theo thought you were stealing his girlfriend."

Nate groaned, making Bryce chuckle. "As if– as if any girl would even look at me. It's so stupid. It's not like I'm you." He closed his eyes, and Bryce raised his phone again with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Oh, don't be like that." He snapped a couple photos, nice and clear. "I'm sure you'll find someone lovely for yourself eventually."

~

taglist: @whumpsday @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland

#whump #whump writing #nathaniel #bryce #poisoned ivy #forced to drink #blackmail #bullying #threat of violence #being taken advantage of (nonsexual) #nonsexual nudity #alcohol

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

i had sex for the first time and it was kind of a horrible experience. i was checking out a bdsm club for the first time and a man in his 50s invited me to check out a different (sex) club the next day and bc i genuinely, idiotically thought he just wanted to introduce me to the scene and show me around i went. at the club he bought me a couple drinks, we talked and then he took me to a private room and went down on me. i didnt say no bc i was drunk and curious, and im bad at saying no to people in general. i thought maybe it would be fun. i wasnt into it at all but felt too bad to let him know. i faked an orgasm and left after a while. as we parted he kissed my cheek and said he hopes we can be friends. drunk me told him of course we could. the next morning i was hit with the worst wave of self loathing ive ever felt in my life, as well as just general disgust and regret. i cannot believe my first time was with an old man i feel zero attraction to. i already knew im probably a lesbian, but still i keep trying to be with men and i dont know why. i guess my question is do you have advice on how to get over a sexual experience you regret? how do i come to terms with the fact that my first time was with someone i feel grossed out just thinking about? and was i taken advantage of? im in my early 20s, he didnt know i was a virgin (i active implied that im not), and i know if i had said no he wouldve stopped. i wasnt falling down drunk or anything. he didnt really do anything wrong. i feel so stupid and ashamed of myself. i just wish my first time had been with a woman. i wish i hadnt been so naive and stupid and i wish i hadnt gotten drunk. i know its not true but i feel like no woman will ever want me now. i cant even masturbate bc the idea of doing something sexual, even just alone, reminds me of him and what i let him do to me. how do i move on from this?

hi anon,

I'm deeply sorry that this happened to you.

in this case, I would say the way to make peace with a sexual experience you regret is to understand that you aren't responsible for what was done to you.

to answer your question - yes, you were absolutely taken advantage of, and this person very much did do something wrong! quite a lot of somethings! he made the choice to lure someone younger and less knowledgeable to a secondary location you weren't familiar with, get you drunk, isolate you, and pressure you into sex that you didn't give enthusiastic consent to. all of that is CLASSIC predatory, manipulative behavior and reflects on him - not you.

you mentioned that you feel stupid; PLEASE don't. people are pressured into unpleasant sex all the time, very often in the exact same way you were: being entrapped in a situation where going along with it was easier than saying no. it's vile! and none of those people are at fault!

listen: you need to be on your side about this. would you tell anyone else who experienced this that they're stupid and naive? I hope not. I really hope you can find the compassion you'd extend to any other friend in this situation to yourself, because you're going to be the #1 person getting yourself through this.

feeling bad and gross about what happened is fine; what happened was bad and gross. please let those feelings happen and care for yourself while they do, because those feelings need to be felt! just be conscientious about which feelings you're indulging. it's fine to feel betrayed, violated, regretful, angry, sad, even to mourn for a better first sexual experience you could have had! just make sure to gently nudge yourself back if those feelings start veering into the realm of feeling guilty or responsible for the situation. not only is it unhelpful, it's not even true!

it's very sad that your first sexual experience was with someone you didn't want who treated you the way he did. in the future, when you're ready, I hope you'll be able to pursue healthier, mutually pleasurable experiences on your own terms. don't rush yourself to get back to any kind of sexuality, masturbation included - a good long break while you sort through your feelings may be very needed. there's no timeline you need to be on to recover from this; please don't get down on yourself for taking the time and space you need. if you don't have anyone in person you feel able to talk with, looking up online support and resources for people who have experienced sexual assault may be beneficial.

also, hey, please don't play the game of trying to say you don't belong in survivor spaces or how this wasn't an assault because your belief that he would have stopped if you'd told him to (a very generous assumption!) or because you led him to believe you had more sexual experience or it could have been worse or whatever. the feelings you're experience in the aftermath are textbook of assault survivors; that means the resources are for you!

also hey. listen to me. look at me. if any woman tries to tell you that you are less worthy of lesbian love and companionship because you have had sex with a man. ESPECIALLY a man who was taking advantage of you. you are going to send me their address and I will personally attack them with a baseball bat.

#sex edventures 2023

[luvjordie]

Wet Part 2

Find Part One: here

Summary: Steve is dedicated to making things right with you, though he doesnt realize he wants to emerge as more than friends

Warnings: Cursing, use of y/n, implied f reader ( if i messed up w prnouns, same as last time PLS LET ME KNOW), unedited, shitty ending, fighting, alcohol use, unedited asf

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“Okay. We need to talk” Steve had a stern look on his face as he spoke to the girl in front of him.

“Do we though?” Not only was she making him nervous, but she was making the task impossibly difficult for him.

“Yes. I want to start with saying im so-“

“Youre sorry? Really Harrington, thats bullshit you just want to get in my pants” She said, oh so obviously holding back a laugh.

“Robin i swear to god.” Okay, In his defense, Robin did basically force him to participate in this practice argument with him.

“What? You we’re kind of a slut last time you saw her.” Ouch.. he thought. But it was true. Steve most definitely had not been known for his great reputation at ‘boyfriend’.

He was going to suggest that they try again, but before he could speak there was a slight tap on her window before Margo came tumbling into the room.

“BIRDIE! And Steve,” She glared over at him, “I think i left my drumsticks here yesterday, have you seen them? We kind of have a gig at Tommy Hagens pool party and the drummer just might need her drumsticks. Itd be kind of hard to back up Y/ns vocals if i didnt have them, I mean shes really good and has great projection, but she needs something to-“ If it wasnt obvious, Margo and Robin have the same rambling habit.

“Desk, ill be ready in a few. You going to Hagens party too Steven?” Robin asked, hopping off of her bed to help the latter in her search. She knew of Steves history of the boy, but she also knew that he wanted to be financially stable when he was older; and Steves father had made it pretty clear that if Steve cut off his connections, hed be left in the dust for real this time.

“Stop ‘full naming’ me asshole. But yeah I kinda have to. Didnt know you guys had a gig there, though .”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.,” Margo shrugged, but her and Robin gave each other a look that low key freaked Steve out, “Just hurry and go get ready and uh remember what we talked about. Thank you for m’ sticks Birdie, Im out.” Margo kissed Robin on the cheek, and crawled back out of the window less than elegantly. Who was going to tell her Robins parents were out on a couples retreat this week, and that there was no need to crawl out of the window? Not him thats for sure- No fucking way willingly hed sit through another five minutes of their sickening cuteness.

“You should go now too Dingus, party remember? Go get dressed, pick me up in an hour. Well go, have fun, get drunk, talk to Y/n/n. You know like in the good old days” She smiled, like she was up to something, pushing him out of the room slightly.

“The good old days? Really?” Steve was mildly unamused, but left the house all the same. Maybe getting a drink or two in him wouldnt be all that bad, Tommys parties were usually unorganized and chaotic, so he might not even run into Y/n. You know, when shes not on the big ass stage he knows Tommy rented, “just for her.”

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“Margs have you seen my glasses?” You called down from the stage, while Margo maneuvered herself around the few people that arrived early, in search of a beer, or like a caprisun or something. She had range.

“Gave em to Ajax” She yelled, still searching. Before you could turn around and look for the bassist, the glasses flew at you like a paper airplane. You were just barely able to catch them.

“Told you i could throw them up there, you immature ass.” Ajax muttered to Jonathan.

“I wasnt doubting you, dickwad. It was a statement.” Jonathan seemed to enjoy going to the parties where there would be a band playing, especially yours. Anyone else would think he just goes to get a glimpse up your skirt, but to anyone that knew him, it was clear he wanted practice for his future job of photographing rock bands. It was a diverse group of people you hung out with, really.

“Hey Henderson!” You looked up to see Tommy Hagen, the one throwing this party, waving at you from atop the diving board. Once you two made eye contact, he tried- really tried- to impress you with a jump. And it wouldve worked, if when he was about to jump in, a football didnt hit him in the ribs.

“OH SHIT-“ You exclaimed through a laugh, still glad to see that Tommy was able to resurface without needing CPR from Jason Carver.

“Oops-“ Ajax mumbled, as he and Jonathan slinked away together, laughing under their breaths. You shook your head in amusement, before placing the glasses on your head, and bending down to finish setting up the amps.

In no way were you into Tommy Hagen. He was an asshole, and it was pretty obvious that he thought of you as an accomplishment to add to his mental trophy case. Though, itd been a while since someone tried to impress you like that. Not who I wanted to have jumped into a 8 foot pool for me today. You thought, nearly laughing out loud at your own thoughts. HAH, scratch that. I bet he doesnt even remember we dated.

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“We’re late because of you, i hope you know that” Steve mumbled at the girl who was currently holding onto his arm for dear life. Robin enjoyed coming to these things sure, but she needed someone to hold onto in these crowds.

“Its not my fault, I swear. It was in my little green notebook except i think i left it in my overalls at my dad’s house, but the overalls were in my closet at my moms house so i was really really confused and then you came and i didn’t- HEY MARGO! Later Dingus.” Robins rant this time was about how they were thirty minutes late because she couldnt find the paper she wrote Margos favorite color down on. Sickening cuteness, he thought to himself.

Steve looked over at the stage that had been set up in the Hagens massive backyard, to see Ajax up there tuning his bass guitar, and Margo was off somewhere with Robin, but he couldnt see you anywhere. You know, until he did.

You were off by the punch bowl, looking slightly uncomfortable, in the way that nobody but someone whos memorized the way you smile when youre happy would notice. With Tommy Hagen.

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“Oh yeah, I mean, I leave sometime next week, so i dont think ill be able to make it.” You murmured, slightly annoyed that he wasnt getting the hint. Or that he didnt want to.

“Oh well thats alright princess,” you winced slightly at the nickname, “We can move it to tomorrow if youre free.” He smiled widely, raising his eyebrows as he waited for your response. Before you could turn him down, he spoke again. “Well look who showed, Steve Harrington, everybody. Did you know he was gonna be here princess? I didnt think hed actually show, you know hes kind of a wuss.” Tommy spoke loudly as Steve approached him, in an attempt to draw a crowd. One that worked.

“Oh come on, Tommy knock it off.” You said, trying to dissipate the situation before anyone did anything stupid. Steve and Tommy didnt have the greatest track record when it came to these things.

“Shut it, Hagen. Youre making her uncomfortable, knock it the hell off.” Steve said sternly, stopping a few feet from Tommy.

“Oh and you would know? I mean you guys dated for what a few months, before you dropped her for little miss perfect. Come on man you barely even know the girl, let alone what makes her uncomfortable. Hell i bet you dont even know what makes her comfortable, you know what really riles her up. Do ya Harr-“

Oh my fucking god.

“STOP GUYS STOP WHAT THE HELL- STEVE GET OFF OF HIM WHAT THE FUCK” You were yelling before you could even process what was going on. Steve was beating the absolute shit out of Tommy.

“DINGUS GET OFF OF HIM JESUS CHRIST” Now Robin was joined in on your yelling, along with the majority of the partygoers chanting ‘Fight Fight Fight’ or the occasional ‘Beat his ass Tommy’ and ‘Fuck him up Harrington.’

What the hell did he think he was trying to accomplish here

It wasnt long before the fight was broken up, Steve winning by a long shot, though he was definitely fucked up. You couldnt help the pang of pride you felt for him in your chest though, because according to Dustin filling you in on everything you missed upside down wise, this was the first fight hes won against a human since Starcourt.

It was still a pain in the ass to drag him to your car.

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Steve woke up to the soft sound of strumming in the next room over. He wasnt really sure of what the hell was going on, until he tried to stand up, and was hit with a horrible pounding in his head, and suddenly all his wounds felt fresh again. Though, technically they were still fresh . It had only been forty five minutes.

He kept a hand on his head, because he felt it was the only thing keeping him from passing out, and padded his way out of his room and into the guest room.

There, he found you singing.

‘You adored me before, oh my good looking boy.’ You sung, softly strumming, while still blissfully unaware Steve had woken up.

You were still wearing the makeup from earlier, purples and navy blues covering your face, to match the bands theme. Your hair was still styled like how it was in the video from the other day. You looked beautiful. Even if you were so clearly stressed out by Steves actions.

‘The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it AGH-“ Now you were aware of his presence. Steve winced at the loud noise, and you apologized quietly, placing your guitar on the guest bed.

“Did i wake you up?” You asked looking up at him as he stood against the door frame, still cradling his head with one hand.

“No, no, you didnt. Woke up on m’ own” He mumbled.

“Good. Now i get to me mad. What the hell were you thinking earlier Steve. That was fucking stupid, Tommy couldve gotten seriously injured, and so could you.” You scolded, grabbing his wrist harshly and dragged him to the bathroom.

“He was being a dick, he deserved it.” He said, as you pushed him against the counter until he got the hint to sit down.

“Move your legs really quick… And youve been a total dick recently, I havent beat the shit out of you.” You reached under the sink for the first aid kit, before standing back up and placing it on the counter next to Steves thigh.

“What do you mean Ive been a dick?” His eyebrows scrunched together when you started laughing. Because of course hed been a dick. Itd been four years, and he was still ignoring you like a twelve year old.

“Okay, okay, that was my bad. I have been a dick.”

“Clearly.” You smiled sweetly at him, before using the towel youd wet as you spoke to wipe the dry blood off of his face.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yeah. Go ahead” He was thinking you were just going to ask what he was thinking when he hit Tommy, or something along those lines. Definitely not,

“Why did you break up with me?” He looked at you, straight into your eyes. He could tell, just by looking at you, that you were just curious. No tears, no annoyance, just pure curiosity.

“Honestly?,” You nodded slowly, “I couldnt deal. I mean I wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the century back then. You made me feel.. Light? In a way. Like I didnt have to worry about graduating, or getting a shitty job working for my dad, hell or even what people thought about me. I mean, my girlfriend was going to be a rockstar, “He smiled at you, “But i couldnt go through with it. None of it. I guess I was scared, and Nancy was the safest option, you know? Little miss perfect, is that was Tommy said? Yeah thats what I thought back then too. Its stupid i know, but it was safe.” Steve was looking at you, and the small smile on your face, and he couldnt help but laugh a little. “What-“ He laughed a little more, causing you to join in.

“Wait can i- sorry- Can i clean your cuts first? So you dont double hate me after this?” You said through a fit of laughter, reaching for the first aid kit again.

“Yeah, yeah go ahead.” He said, calming down a little in anticipation for the pain.

“Sorry sorry sorry-“ You said as he hissed in pain, eyes closed, with his head leaning into your hand.

“Its all good. ‘S all goodd” He said, looking up at you once more.

“Anyway. I was laughing because youre a total fucking idiot, Steve Harrington. I mean you just beat up Tommy Hagen at his own party, halfway through one of my gigs. Youre still best friends with my little brother, despite avoiding me for the last four years, and youve yet to try and embarrass me for writing songs about you. Youve changed Steve. Its freaky, if im being honest”

“You write songs about me?” He asked. Robin had told him that youd done it before, but he always just assumed they were old songs. From before.

“.. You didnt know?” Now your once curious, calm features, were nothing but pure panic.

“No?? I thought maybe youd met someone in LA, you know?”

“And it doesnt bother you? Like at all”

“I mean i kinda wish you told me, then i couldve asked this three years ago,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was holding his face lightly, “Can i, uh, could i ki-“ Before he could finish, he was cut off by your lips pressing against his. It tasted like your chapstick, strawberry flavored just as he remembered, and the punch from earlier, still tinged with a but of alcohol. You pulled away for air after a few moments, and the shocked look on Steves face kinda freaked you out.

“Sorry- Shouldnt have cut you off. Thats like, thats my ba-“ This time he cut you off, cupping your cheeks and lightly pulling you toward him.

“Dont be sorry. I should be sorry, I was going to start with sorry, but Robin said it would sound insincere or whatever” He murmured against your lips, causing you to laugh a little.

“I mean you were the one who suggested we kiss- Come on Steve, be better” You scolded mockingly.

“Yeah, yeah. But uh maybe we should tell her and Margo to stop, like plotting either our demise or our like borderline reconciliation-“ He laughed a bit, because it was so, so obvious that was their main goal in life then.

“Borderline? You are really bad at this, Harrington.” You laughed some more, placing a light kiss to his nose.

“Oh shut up, I know you missed me” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Definitely”

a/n: not my best work but im still getting used to writing fanfic again, so im getting there 😭 post’s might be a little infrequent because cheer szn is starting agaim, but i am accepting requests, so if u have any lmkk🫶🏾 i write for steve, eddie, ethan landry, and robin rn (currently hyperfixated on stranger things and scream rn lmaoo)

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #x reader #henderson!reader #stranger things #rockstar au #stevie

[peri]

suicide tw a little later in the post, kinda heavy, kinda long. sorry i just need to talk about this

i was on youtube yesterday while trying to calm down from spiraling, and before i could find a video i wanted to put on, a 9 year old video my brother posted popped up. it didnt have any more than 10 views. knowing it'd be bittersweet, i clicked.

i was in 90% of the videos he posted. we'd be playing everything together. gaming videos, of course, if you dont know my brother, he's a gamer first person second. but in a well-adjusted way lol. he's like, really good at every game he plays and can beat them really quickly.

on one hand, it was really weird seeing my old self, even in video games. my typing style, the name i used, my character styles, etc. on the other, seeing my brother, young and so close to me, typing slow, awkward... it made me smile.

he and i used to be really close. we'd do everything together. he ... looked up to me. he talked to me. these days we've drifted. we don't ever text unless its a birthday, and then its just to say happy birthday, no conversation. i don't think we've had an actual conversation since i left. but even before then, the last time we really talked was when i was heavily suicidal and opened up about that to him finally. this was in late 2019, i believe.

he was caring, understanding, said he's struggled with it himself in the past, told me everything. and he said he would always be there for me.

it.. broke my heart, one night. we were all drinking, and he ended up getting emotional but none of us knew why. until eventually he started crying and just calling my name over and over. "oh, [deadname].... [name], [name], [name].... [name]! [name]! [name]!" it ripped my heart out, and just recalling it is painful. i knew exactly why he called my name. he was scared. he thought i was going to kill myself, and soon. and to be fair, at that point, i thought i was going to as well. i didn't tell him that, but he knew.

i'm crying lol. no one else ever knew why he did that. but i did. he was drunk out of his mind, so i ended up walking him back to his room and putting him to bed. he made me sit on his bed until he fell asleep. he fell asleep fairly quick, as he was very drunk and out of it. but he didnt want me to leave his side, so i stayed a little longer anyways.

that was the last time we were ever truly close. i wonder if he remembers that.

during my visit back to texas last year, i asked if he was mad at me. if he was ever upset that i left. he said no, he would never hold that against me. which was nice. but it did mean that the reason we drifted was just... for nothing. i mean, dont get me wrong, we'd been drifting for longer than that, the last few years i lived with him, he stayed alone in his room most of the time, and i never knew what to say. he's always been awkward, quiet, anxious, so talking wasnt easy. and i guess growing up made that feel impossible.

he eventually got a girlfriend, after years of me questioning if he was even into the idea of dating and romance at all lol, and she ended up living with us. im glad for her, coz she really turned his life around. but it did mean that i saw him even less. he was occupied with her.

theyre still together btw. his first ever relationship and its been years. good for him.

but anyways... i guess all of this just to say i miss him. i never thought we'd drift. it's hard to think about. hard to acknowledge.

looking back at those old youtube videos made me face that again. he was so young. so happy. so enthusiastic.

he had no idea what would happen.

#log date.txt #suicide tw #i talked to my sister about feeling bad about drifting from him a while ago #she said next time i visit we would make more of an effort to all hang out together #which is nice. but i dont think.. i ... #i don't think we'll ever be that close again. #i feel a little better after crying. im okay.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Ahh I got a scenario here! Could you do a piece with kk3 Terry coming home to a drunk beloved. She just had too much of whiskey in her Irish coffee. Now she just finds him attractive in that suit he wore to work. #steamy pls😏💚

Of course 😊 I hope I'm using the right suit in these gifs 😂💚

After you finished work, you felt a little worn out and down in the dumps. Your new boss had been making you do extra paperwork recently and it was just making you feel really down. Now, you dont normally drink, so when you see Terry's bottle of whiskey in the kitchen cupboard, you want to give it a try. You made yourself a coffee and put in a fair amount of whiskey in their too. And once you finished it, you felt a lot better, way better in fact! So you decide to have another, and another. And before you know it, you felt quite tipsy, not drunk, but tipsy. Luckily your coffees were decaffeinated, so you weren't bouncing off the walls. But the whiskey in your system made you want to bounce of something else, or maybe....someone else? When Terry came home, he saw you dancing to a song you put on the TV. You were still tipsy, so your dancing wasnt that good, but Terry was both loving it, and amused by it. "Hey baby, what's going on over hear? You seem happy" Noticing him come in, you run to him and jump into his arms, and he catches you, both hugging eachother. "Terry! I'm glad your back home. I missed you babe" he smiles as he holds you against his chest. "Aww I missed you too baby" he leans in and kisses you sweetly. "So why are you in such a good mood?" Giggling at him, you look towards the kitchen table, where your empty coffee cup is, and a bottle of whiskey, with much less than there was before. "Oh, haha. Baby, have you had a little to drink?" He puts you back down to talk to you properly. "Yes! I had a tough day at work and I felt like having a drink...or two" he chuckles at you, while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, if my whiskey can cheer you up, then I'm glad I bought it" you look deep into his eyes, just observing his beautiful features. You feel so lucky to be with Terry, and you feel a little flirtatious. "Well maybe, I want a taste of something else now...." you tell him as you place your hands to his face and neck, and pull him in for a seductive and passionate kiss. He kisses you right back with the same physical hunger. Grabbing your ass in his hands, and moving his tounge against yours in the most perfect way. "Hhmmm does my beautiful seductress need a little loving?" "I do Terry, I want you, and only you" giving you a naughty smile, he kisses you again, lifts you up and sits you down on the kitchen unit. He never breaks the kiss as he moves his hands all over you, cupping your breasts from underneath your top, grinding his hips against you as he stands inbetween your legs. He then buries his face in your neck as he pulls your trousers and already wet underwear down. He kisses you again as your hands find his zipper, unleashing his rock hard cock. Terry takes it in his hands, and slides it right inside you, making you to gasp, at the incredible feeling of his cock, filling you completely. You wrap your arm around his shoulder, and one of Terry's hands grips your hips, as the other is pressed against the wall behind you. Pinning you completely between his hips and the kitchen counter. That's when he starts thrusting into you, hard and deep, making you moan his name in pleasure. You hold onto him as he mercilessly fucks you more and more, leaving scratch marks on his shoulder. Until, before you know it, your legs are shaking, your seeing stars and you cum at the same time as Terry. Screaming out in pleasure, and terry continues to fuck you through your orgasm until you cant take any more. Both of you now breathless, look at eachother. "So baby....you wanted a taste...how was it?" "Terry...that was...incredible" you both let out a breathless laugh, before sharing another kiss.

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #kk3 #terry silver x reader

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

CW for animal death mention and alcoholism under the cut

I just need to vent

So...Mercedes probably doesn't have long left

She hasn't eaten anything but her wet food and treats for the past week. And she's been drinking way less water. She's lost a lot of weight. She hasn't been this skinny since she was sick back in 2017.

If it was completely up to me....I probably wouldve called the vet days ago and had her put down...its hard to see her like this again. And I know she's not gonna bounce back from it this time. It seemed unlikely last time but...it was brought on by the medication she was on and not by the histoplasmosis and by the time the meds were affecting her that much the histoplasmosis had evidently been cleared up despite her not being able to finish the treatment. But this time...shes just old. And she's been steadily declining ever since she recovered from the histoplasmosis meds.

But shes my moms cat too

And I dont personally have the money to pay to have her put down and cremated.

And I know my parents haven't been doing well since layla died. They (or at least my mom) had cut back on drinking A LOT before layla died. I hadnt seen my mom drunk in over a year. Not since she quit her last job.

But now its back to what it was before. Shes drunk at least 3 nights a week. If not more.

I know she's hoping mercedes will just pass quietly in her sleep

And that might happen

But shes just...wasting away in the mean time.

Before layla went i definitely would be struggling with this. But id never lost a pet before layla. Not really. A couple fish. A cat my dad dumped in the woods cuz she would get into my room while I was napping and claw my face up. But I wasnt that attached to the fish and I was 3 when we had sparks so while I remember the day he took her away and being upset...the emotions aren't really there anymore.

I miss layla like crazy. And it was definitely not an ideal situation since it happened so fast and my parents were 2 states away so I was having to make all these decisions I was NOT prepared to make

But im kinda glad she went first. I think it wouldve been harder on her to lose mercedes than it was on mercedes to lose her. It went fast enough that she didn't have to slowly waste away but not so fast that I didn't get to say goodbye to her. And mercedes health took a bit of a dive right after so...I was able to make peace with the idea of her dying while coming to terms with laylas death.

But now its been 4 months of her living in a plastic pool in my moms office

And she did seem to improve after we put her in the pool. She was struggling to make it across the hall to get water in my room (and also to make it into the litterbox)

But. I think its definitely time now and I dont know if my moms ready. She still seems to be hoping mercedes will just go in her sleep.

Anyway...there's not really a point to this beyond just trying to organize my thoughts

#on a lighter note...chewby is still absolutely perplexed by mercedes not being able to see her #now that i can read her body language clearer she definitely just wants to play with the cats #and shes incredibly gentle and respectful of mercedes space #despite loving food almost as much as layla did she has never tried to steal it even when she steps in the pool with mercedes #but is completely confused about mercedes not reacting to her presence despite seemingly looking directly at her #we were a little worried letting them interact at first since chewby was so keyed in on her but chewby is a thinker #shes crazy smart and you can almost see the wheels turning in her head trying to figure out why this cat doesnt react to her #like harley RUNS from her but mercedes ''looks'' directly at her and has no reaction #chewby is SO gentle with mercedes tho #which is kinda funny cuz she was NOT gentle with her puppies. quite the opposite. and now that the puppies are about 5 months old #she still sees a few of them sometimes #and she has about the same amound of affection towards them as she does all other dogs #including the 2 that mike kept that she still lived with most of the time before coming here #shes absolutely obsessed with the cats tho #she really really wants harley to play with her #harley can look at chewby without running and hiding out of fear now but she still stays up high and keeps her distance #but chewby is a lot of dog for harley. both literally in that she's at least 4x bigger than layla way #but also the fact that chewby is VERY intense. total sweetheart. 2 years old so still quite puppy like. #but very intense

[donotlookatmyface]

09 / 13 - 9 : 46 p.m.

i got my appendix removed last month. and i think i have a thing for my friend. ive slept with her before, in the time i was with bunny and he begged for a “sexy threesome” so i got drunk one day and just did it. i dont remember very much of it since it was years ago, it was before we both moved into the apartment but anyways, it was an okay experience. shes beautiful, and is always so nice to me. but when i have memories of her, us being together i felt wanted, i felt like i was the center of attention. but that was years ago, it happened once and its tainted with the pervert of my ex. 

after the break up, i set up an online profile, this was months after the break up and i was told by my ex that i should sleep with others other than him. so i did, and i found a couple. the same day i texted them i went over and had sex. when i first got there she let me shower and let me borrow a tshirt and shorts since i had just gotten off of work. i thought that was so polite of her, we had a conversation before anything, they smoked some weed, i didnt want to smoke since it triggers my hypomania. but it was a while, i was with a girl for the second time but this time i was sober. i wasnt really interested in the guy but she was nice. she was soft and i wanted to make her feel good. she was nervous because at the time i was about 85 - 90 pounds, besides that it was just something that happened. thinking back to these two instances i just felt lost. nothing i did was worth it, it didnt make me any more happier or less lonely. 

bat is pretty, she is high maintenance but so am i. that doesnt mean that she doesnt deserve someone good, even when we had our issues when we lived together for a very short month, she would clean the house when i was away, since i work 11 hrs a day, leave early in the morning, come back at night. she would do dishes or clean the restroom, she would even do the floors. and she would seek validation. 

anyways i just texted her about just feeling nervous talking to her and thinking about her, of course she told me that shes talking to someone else so shes not seeking a relationship with me but she is interested in having a fling. i told her i understand and that im interested in the fling too, but i do feel just awkward about it since its been about a year since ive had sex. 

its weird. im scared to be taken advantage of again, im scared of being in a relationship, ive forgotten what sex feels like, i crave attention, i want to go out and party, i want to drink, i want to do impulsive things, i think about having sex all the time, i want to clean my room but instead i rot in my bed or just play games all day and night, i get no sleep, i dont wash my hair, i let the water bottles accumulate by desk, my stimming is getting worse and i feel lonely. 

i wonder if i’ll be okay in a year from now, if i’ll find someone. if i’ll still be single, if i’ll be happier. 

i think i just have appearance issues. i cant seem to embrace my gender, ive stopped taking care of my skin and everything i wear seems like a costume no matter what i wear. theres not one day i dont get reminded of my weight gain, i weigh 117 now, and i am glad about it, everyone is. but i hate that once i wear something not baggy someone says “ oh youve gained weight” which i know they mean it in a “good for you” but it feels just awkward. one of my friends also made a very common comment/joke from high school to me and i let it get to me, but i just ignored it. 

i feel alone, i feel lost.

all i do is work and stay home. i do go out with friends, but thats just sometimes. like maybe once a month, since most of them are busy with school. which my friends want me to go back to, they tell me to get a couple classes in the collage that theyre going to and i want to i just dont know what i would do or study. i was thinking maybe business or marketing. i do want to want to take animation if i could again, since i dropped out for a DUMB ASS reason. also i need to keep drawing instead of playing splatoon or valorant haha. 

i dont think im depressed, just lost and with out purpose. ive tried to get back into homestuck but goddamn, its so damn long. but thats what made me happy, so maybe i just need something else to obsess over. in a healthy, normal way. 

i also want to write songs but once i start recording i remember how much i hate my voice, i mean i do like it its just weird 

[snflwrlulu]

June 12 2022

Happy Halloween And HAPPY every other holiday that comes after it my Tumblr survivors <3

Its been a long year and this one isnt even finished yet i believe the last time we spoke i was still a 2.0 student and had hopes for my future well a lot has change since that thats for sure… I turned 21 and had a small party that most of my friends didnt show to there was a piñata in the shape of a tequila bottle that I didn’t get to break because i was to busy eating jello shots and drinking double shots.. long story short i didnt get drunk and i didnt get a hangover which i am thankful for i did gain closeness with a guy friend who showed out of nowhere the next day and asked if i wanted to date him and when i said he had to at least try first he said he wouldnt even know how to so that was a dead end that 3 months later then argued with me on Dms over how gross beer is.. later asked to go out and walk at the park which i said yes to because i was feeling like i was trapped at my own house. All while i was having a life crisis over how alone i was and how i needed friends AND how terrible i was doing in school. Anyways… he told me his life story and i told him mine thinking we bonded he then asked permission to kiss me and to hold my hand and i let him and that was the moment everything went down hill. He asked if I’d take his virginity which I hesitated to but eventually agreed to do it… i was many of his firsts but i did not go through with the plan he had… as we talked we got closer and well i thought there was a connection, which he then ruined with jealousy and the art of trying to make my traumas of the last les valid than his and this was a red flag. His coworker at the tome happened to be a friend of mine from when i was a little girl still innocent to the world when i was 12, i asked for his info because how small could the world ever get and he got upset we argued all night and he then said “i hope you two are happy together” and he blocked me. Being the petty girly i am i blocked him back on all the socials he had and that ended things for us or so i thought but the universe had other plans for us. My friend will call him “J” said he had just gotten married and i was so happy for him it feels like everyone has life figured out but me. He would ask everyday about the boy who tried so much to make me feel so little defended him but that was all there was to it he was a married man and i would never. 1 month passed and i was not over it because my biggest flaw is getting to attached to people that deserve less of me. 3 months passed and i thought less of him only sometimes he would come up in my thoughts or only when “J” would bring him up but i was more stressed about finals coming up. 6 months went by and i had completely moved on and blocked him from my hear, “J” stopped talking about him after that one chat of the boy that lived in my mimd was trying to go out with another girl which he respected because he took her out on dinners or to dates like the movies but she called them “hang outs” and he had a double thought in his mind for them but she did not. Maybe i’m an easy girl or maybe i wasnt enough but still the universe put him back on my path. After failing my 2021 fall finals i must’ve cried at how sad my life was… i had no job, a 1.67 gpa, i was on probation and no guy would even look at me.as spring started my best friend got a girlfriend and he stop speaking to me with the excuse that he had to take a break from his phone and social media which i will always believe it was code for “i cant talk to you anymore youre getting clingy go away” he built us a life together and i still cant believe he left that day i think he was the only person i thought wouldnt abandon me but in the end he was fixed and he got up and left. Like he always did. i mad friends in my spring semester which I absolutely love. There is also many pictures of me at many events around campus because even stressing i decided to give no fucks and just live for a moment for my own university experience.

I missed all of this… Happy Sunday :)

#my writing #writers on tumblr #anxiety #journal #writing

[sunasjellyfruit]

College!Boyfriend Kenma Headcanons

So i have a few (they're a lot tbh) about Kenma cause after all he's my favourite haikyuu character so I'm just gonna leave them all here. This is really long ok? And it doesn't have an order, they're just a bunch of ideas in like, a mess.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

You two probably knew ach other from high school thanks to Kuroo but you weren't close to each other. As you started college you moved in with Kuroo (cause he was your bestfriend and the only one you knew who went to the same university). He used to invite Kenma over, to play videogames or to bring Tetsu home cause he was drunk.

So you two started talking again and discovered that you had lots of things in common.

You didn't know why you hadn't talked (or interacted) with Kenma before, you were made to compliment the other basically.

You two liked videogames, cats, sci-fic books, rainy days, warm drinks... You even knew his favourite brand of socks and his favourite pair at this point.

Alright so, one day when you woke up he was in your shared flat playing some videogames with Kuroo and you greeted them half asleep "Hey, good morning Tetsu, good morning Kenma. Do we still have greek yogurt?" Kenma nooded as a way to say hello and Kuroo looked at you two confused. "You two talk to each other now?" "Yeah, why?" You asked. "I just started to think that this day would neve come. And i ate the yogurt left last nigh, so go buy more."

Sometimes, when you had nothing else important to do, you called him to see if he had plans, which usually ended in you two hanging out to have a drink.

It wasnt akward even if you had only been close to each other for a few months. So it wasn't weird that you spent some afternoons in Kenma's flat with Kuroo.

One day, when you were having a studio session the three of you together (even if Kuroo was a year ahead of you), the older held his phone as if he had recieved a message and suddenly exclaimed "Oh shit, i had a date with my girlfriend, i have to go now. You two can stay together, you don't need me." And he run away. "Since when does he have a girlfriend?" You asked Kenma trying to hide a laughter. "He doesn't, I think he just wanted us to be alone."

And that was the beggining of you two spending time alone but in Kenma's house, which was much more private than just having a walk over the city.

Oh but you definitely weren't complaining, Kenma's company couldn't be better. He had a little kitten in his house and he didn't share his flat with other students, so you adored to spend time there.

And he? He was enchanted with you. He was probably in love even before you could notice. You were both young but you weren't teens anymore, so he was pretty sure about his feelings towards you.

Athough that doesn't mean he would tell you, we all know this boy :)

You had tons of dates (none of you called them dates, you called them "meetings" cause it sounded less couple-related) to do literally everything. Study, visit a new shop, have a coffee and go for a walk, relax from studying for hours, visiting a pet shelter, do the shopping in various supermarkets and grocery stores...

You spent so much time together in the university campus that everybody alredy knew that you two were together even before you both were. You also introduced him to some of your close friends that you had met in your course.

He's shy, we know it, but if he sees that those people are important for you he's going to try and be nice to them.

We don't know what career he has studied, but after the timeskip he's the CEO of a corporation, so i imagine that he studied business management and administration. But he's also a pro-gamer and a youtuber, so you can alredy imagine that the amount of free time that he has is pretty limited.

So you should be thankful that he spends so much time with you cause you're his precious friend >:(

He would be so delighted if you were studying something related to videogames, like programation or videogame animation. If your career was related to art he would praise your creations so much and he would be your nº1 supporter.

Okey so, his love confession wouldn't be until, at least, four or five months after you had started talking, and it would be something so soft and lovely.

One afternoon he asked you to help him cause he wanted to dye his hair again and he couldn't do it alone, and you were even more excited than him to do it. At this point you were, we could say, very in love with him.

So after a few hours of seeing the boy you liked looking like a sandwich with all those alluminium sheets on his hair, after having eaten some takeout you ordered and after taking a few pics together, when his hair was done you realised that it was pretty late.

"Do you wanna go to eat something? It's been almost four hours since we ate those burritos." He asked. "Only if you pay." You said with a smirk, and he smacked you shoulder playfully.

You two went to a small chinese restaurant, and after having dinner you two decided that the better option was to have a walk now that the moon was bright in the sky and it wasn't very cold.

It was something unexpected for both of you, but when he looked at you with that soft and tired smile, he coudn't help but mutter an almost audible "I like you". And when you looked at him and laughed faintly thinking that you misheard him. "What are you saying?" He went quiet for a second, thinking if it was a good idea, but courage filled him when you held his shoulder to look at his face. "I like you, a lot. And i can't think of those years before knowing you now, because you're too important in my life now. So, what do you say, would you let me be with you?"

Not gonna lie, i would cry if someone told me this.

"Is this real? Like, you're not fucking joking right?" You asked him, too nervous to even answer to his question, with a few tears in the corner of your eyes. "No of course not you idiot." He laughed holding your face. "Im seriously asking you out." "Alright, then yes. I mean, i accept. I like you too damn." You finally said, a big smile on yours and his lips. "Can i kiss you now?"

Yes you kissed, quite a few times actually.

Oh but this is not the end.

Not a lot of things changed in your relationship after that. Even if you two were (officially) dating now, you were alredy very close to each other.

The first week was probably very akward, but things got more comfortable over time, and soon you were one of those couples that everyone is envious. Not this cheesy and romantic couples, no, the type of couple in which you're very comfortable with your partner because you know and trust each other.

Kenma is not a big fan of PDA, so when you're out people will only see you two holding hands or walking by the others side.

Kuroo was not surprised about you two dating. "I hoped it, actually. You two are made for each other, i was surprised in high school when you two dind't use to talk." And it was true.

And you finally called your meetings as dates. Because if you met to study, you spent at least half of your time talking about your day or about funny things that happened that morning at the uni. Or if you met to play some videogames, now your seat was Kenma's lap and his arms were almost always around your waist (that if it was only the two of you, of course).

Oh and Kenma loves kisses. Forehead kisses, hand kisses, neck kisses... Everywhere. Your lips? His favourite place now. And if you backhug him he will melt.

He loves to feel your warmth when your arms are around him and he gets to hold you.

He might not seem like the type of person who would enjoy cuddles but he actually does. He would love to play with you, chase you around the house if you don't want to give him a kiss, lift you up out of nowhere just because he wanted, play with your hair just to end up braiding it...

Oh and that's another important point. If he ever sees you stressing over exams or studying, he's going to offer you a scalp massage, and if you want to he can also try some hairstyles (cause I bet he's incredibly good with hair in general) on your hair, it doesn't matter if you have long or short hair. He will also leave gentle kisses in your temple to help you to relax.

Again, if you're studying anything related to videogames and one night you call him to ask "Hey, do you wanna spend the entire night playing g/n (game name hehe)?" "You have to sleep you know?" He answered. "Let's say it's for research purposes." "Alright, come here now I miss you."

But even if you spend most part of the night glued to the TV screen with a controller on your hands, he will insist on stopping so you can get at least four hours of sleep because he cares about you.

And please, take care of him too. He probably has a lot of work, with his YouTube channel, his streaming sessions and his college career going on. I'm sure that some days he doesn't even stand from his desk, too focused with his studies and his "work" to notice that he has barely eaten. So in those moments, please make sure to bring him some food (even better if you've cooked it) and stay with him for a while.

At this point in your relationship you probably have the key to his appartament, but you would ring the door anyways to oblige him to stand up and walk just a few metters. And once you've feed you little boyfriend take him out for a walk, for twenty or thirty minutes, even if he doesn't want to. Brains have to take rest frequently, and it's not healthy to keep with the same activity for too long. (This applies for all of you people who read this <3)

In your first year aniversary (of dating ofc) you two would go to visit some near villages, to escape from the city at least for a day, but that night Kenma would insist on having dinner in the Chinese restaurant in which you two ate the night he asked you out.

There's literally no way you don't find this man in the university campus (if you're looking for him obviously) because of his fucking yellow converse. Okay, he doesn't like to stand out from the crowd, but he has a pair of bright yellow converse that he loves and there's no way you're not seeing them from the distance.

He also wears black combat boots, which sometimes makes him look intimidating when he wears them along with black oversized jackets (for people who can't picture it, like this) (I don't know why but Junkook's style fits Kenma to well in my mind)

Something that is stupidly funny is that he only owns socks with drawings. Like, there are no plain colour socks in his wardrove. All of them have pictures or things on them, like some frenc fries, a star wars theme, cats... And hardly any are black. So you can imagine how cute it is to see a big scary man all dressed in black oversized clothes, imponent combat boots and then when you arrive home and he takes them out you see a pair of pretty pink socks with sloths on them.

And he gets so mad if he loses any of them, he gets grumpy for the entire day.

Kenma has an habit of bringing you a coffee every morning, it took him two dates to learn which one were your favourite flavours, and every time you change your drink when you two go out, he writes the name on his mind to remember it in the future.

After being together for more than a year (and being in your second year of college) he gets more comfortable with PDA, small kisses, holding your hand to guide you, carrying your bag... But something he absolutely adores is when you hold his waist when you two are walking (you know, like that photo of Zendaya and Tom Holland) and it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

Once you two had a big fight (not so great as to end the relationship) but you ended up crying the entire day in Kuroo's arms while he tried to feed you. It had been because of a stupid thing, but you both were stressed those days and things escalated quickly. And you felt devastated for saying very mean things to Ken that he didn't deserve.

You felt so bad, it wasn't hard to make the decission of apologising. "Not yet, it's late and he might need some time to cool down. I wont let you go out until tomorrow morning." Kuroo decided, and even if you knew that it was the best decision it still made you cry because everything felt too much.

But in that moment someone knocked the door and when your bestfriend opened he found Kenma crying on the other side. "Is y/n inside? Please tell me she is." He murmured. "Wait, dude are you crying?" Kuroo asked. "I'm sorry okey?" Ken continued.

I think I don't need to say that you both hugged the other for almost half an hour while muttering "Im sorry's" and "It's okay's" You decided that you would talk about the problem once you calmed down, as you didn't want to leave things unclear.

Basically what i've been wanting to say is that Kenma is the softest boy ever and that I love him.

And his entire closet (except the socks of course) is your closet now, you don't even need to ask at this point.

His followers and the people who watch his videos ended up knowing about your relationship when you appeared in the back of the screen when he was on live and someone asked jokingly if you were his partner. "Yeah, they're my partner" he answered completely unbothered. He also post sometimes pics of you on his social media, so we could say that you've become quite famous even without trying.

Kenma is probably very good at cooking as he lives alone, but he's too lazy to prepare food most of the time so he always orders take-out. But he loves to do shopping dates with you, and he buys food for almost an entire family.

Once you finish your second year (the time when Kuroo had finished his third year which meant that he had finished his career) he asked you to move in with him. One night, when you two where comfortably on his bed, wrapped around his blanket and hearing the muffled purrs of his cat. You were almost asleep and he was hugging you when he asked you, which woke you up immediately.

Of course you agreed, you were going to live alone after all cause Kuroo was moving to another part of the city. And you coudn't think of a better idea than living with the one who probably was the love of your life. Or at least thats what you felt in that moment, and his heart was feeling the same.

You didn't exactly moved into his flat, because together you rented another one a bit bigger. You dedicated a few days to go shopping together to buy things that you might need.

Or not need exaclty, but wanted. Did you need a cereal dispenser? No but it looked pretty on the kitchen. It was so exciting to buy new things together. In the end you felt a bit guilty cause he paid for everything, but Ken loved to spoil you.

You were his precious s/o, his lover, his everything at this point.

Oh and I haven't mentioned petnames, but he mostly uses darling, pretty boy/girl or just your name.

I'm going to stop here cause this is alredy too long and im tired but I love him sm :(

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And It Felt Great To Be A Liar (700 Celebration)

Ok so I based this off of this prompt:Hi there! I hope you’re doing well. I just have a request for JJ maybank. Would you be able to write one where y/n is apart of the kooks and is dating Rafe and Jj and her hate eachother. One day everyone is at a party and JJ and y/n are fighting with eachother as usual in a bedroom and he pins her against the wall and all of a sudden they start kissing eachother and they end up having really rough sex against the wall or a desk in the room with lots of dirty talk, choking and JJ making y/n admit he fucks her better than her boyfriend and gets her to beg for him If you have any time to write it I would be very appreciative, thank you so much x 

and it really fit with the poll results for the celebration so enjoy this master piece <3

Warnings:Choking, Spanking, Bondage, Sub and Dom behavior, cheating, no condom, degrading, swearing.

Rafe’s arms were around your waist, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he nipped at the skin. “We should stay here tonight.”He suggested, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, his hands slipping under the thin material and onto your skin.

 “We cant, we already told Kelce and Top that we’d show.”You reminded him, peeling his hands away from you. He pouted, grabbing his keys. “Fine, we’ll play later.”He winked, opening his door and going down the stairs, shouting a goodbye to Wheezie and flipping off his dad.

 You cringed at his words, not looking forward to coming back after the party. You were getting bored of Rafe, there was really only so much of his drama that you could take. You were hoping he’d get bored of you soon too or maybe even move on to someone else and forget about you.

 But you stayed anyways, hoping he’d become less boring or maybe you’d stay around long enough to truly mean something to him. You followed him, sitting in the passengers seat of his truck. It reeked of alcohol and weed, his hand gipping your thigh. You rolled your eyes, looking out the window as he drove. 

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?”He asked. You hummed, not replying. You grabbed his hand, resting your elbow on the arm rest. There wasnt much to look forward to these days. Nothing new, nothing fun, nothing interesting. The kook life got so boring so quick. 

Your only options on most days were to go golfing, shopping or a party if you were lucky. Everything was blurred together, feeling the exact same.He lifted his hand, pulling yours with it before pressing a kiss to your hand. It was a romantic gesture that you werent used to. 

He was like this at the beginning of the relationship, the romance slowly fading away as he became more obsessed with you instead of loving you. He was trying his best to convince you that he still loved you but you knew that you were just holding on to broken pieces at this point, wishing you had something different. 

You could hear the crashing of the waves, lifting your head and widening your eyes for a moment. The party was at Kelce’s beach house that wasnt really a house, it was really just a second mansion. You grinned at Rafe, sliding your phone in your pocket before hopping out of the truck, biting your tongue when he squeezed your ass.

 “Im gonna go look for Sar, okay?”You asked. He nodded, pulling you in for a quick kiss, watching as you jogged up the stairs. You could feel him watching you, slipping into a hallway and hoping for the best. You were sure that Sarah wasnt even at this party, it wasnt really her type of place. 

Sure, she was a party girl but even this was too much. You figured you should just lay low until Rafe was busy catching up with Kelce and Topper that he wouldnt notice if you went ot get yourself a drink. You werent in the mood for him to drag you over to his friend group and start bragging. 

You tested each door knob, searching for a bedroom or a bathroom for you to sit in for a while, grinning once one of them finally turned.      As soon as you were in the room you closed it behind you, locking it because you didnt feel like having your alone time interrupted by some drunk couple. 

As soon as you turned around you regretted it, seeing noone other than JJ Maybank shirtless in the middle of the room. He was staring back at you, stuck in place. You and JJ had problems that dated back to eighth grade. He had gotten into a huge fight with a kook and you were the only witness, watching as the boy hit JJ repeatedly in the ribs.

 JJ had eventually won the fight, blood running from his nose and staining his shirt, a layer of sweat covering his face as he stared at you. Since then he had nothing but anger and hate for you, giving you dirty looks in public and talking shit about you at parties. Of course you always found out about it. 

How he called you a whore, a gold digger and a bitch.  “Get out.”Was all he had to say, tossing his shirt onto the floor in the corner. It made a slight sloshing sound and you could only assume that he had bumped into someone and got something spilled on him. Or maybe he had been a bitch and got something thrown at him. 

“No.”You replied, staring back at him with a glare. He matched your energy, jaw clenching as he looked you up and down. “What are you hiding from, (Y/N)? You maniac of a boyfriend?”He asked, causing your blood to boil. Of course he was right but you’d never admit it. And of course Rafe was an absolute maniac but so was JJ and all of his friends.

 “He’s not a maniac, JJ.”You replied, knowing that it didnt sound right. You had never been great at lying. “Aww, thats cute that you try to stick up for your crazy boyfriend? If hes not a fucking maniac then explain what he did to Pope and I. You think a sane person would do that?”He asked.

 You stared back at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of something to say. He shook his head, chuckling. “See, you cant even defend him anymore. God, I hope he fucking dumps your ass!”he exclaimed, letting out a sigh. You gulped, staring at him.

 “Shut up!”You shouted in response, only making him smirk. “Face it, (Y/N)!The boy you call your boyfriend is a shitty, disgusting person. You’re so much worse for being with him!”He shouted back at you. “Excuse me?”You asked, somehow surprised that he would say it to your face. 

“Come on, (Y/N). You’re not that fucking stupid. He’s using you and you know it. But you like being used, dont you?”He asked, causing you to go silent. For once you didnt know what to do or what to say. He was getting closer to you, gripping your wrists and pushing you against the door in a swift movement, your back hitting the wood hard. 

His eyes stayed on you, raising an eyebrow. “Answer the question, princess.”He demanded. You stared back at him, feeling his grip tighten. “Sometimes.”You replied, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he craved. 

“Dont lie to yourself, sweetheart. You’re a little maniac that likes to be used.”He spoke into your ear, leaning down and kissing you roughly.You were struggling to keep up, so much happening so fast. His hands were under your shirt, sloppy kisses being dragged up and down your neck. 

“Do you want me?”He asked you, fingernails digging into your skin. You nodded eagerly, feeling a sense of relief when he pulled you over and onto the bed, glad that you werent trapped against the wood surface. He didnt let you lay down, pushing you onto your knees as you stared up at him. 

He guided one of your hands to his belt, making you press against him before letting go, biting his lip as you palmed him through his pants, carefully undoing his belt with slightly shaky hands. 

He let you take your time, grinning at how nervous he made you, watching you struggle with his zipper. He chuckled, pushing you back and undoing his pants, getting on top of you, parting your legs. “Does Rafe make you this nervous?”He asked, seeming pleased with himself. 

You shook your head, not sure you could answer properly. He grinned, kissing you again. He lifted your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it. “Im flattered that I have such an effect on you.”He muttered, tugging your shorts off, his hand wrapping around your neck not soon after. 

His blue eyes were staring into you, squeezing harder for a moment. He was testing how much you could take, his thumb pressing into a spot right below your jaw. His hand dragged from your neck to the end of your hair, tugging harshly and causing you to let out a low shout. 

He chuckled, letting go and unclasping your bra. “There’s so many things I could do to you…. We’ve got four hours until Rafe remembers you…..”He muttered, tugging down your underwear and keeping your thighs open with his hands, settling between them. 

“Can you last four hours?”He asked. You nodded, moaning when his tongue slid through your folds. He chuckled, his fingernails leaving little crescent moons into your skin as he lapped at your entrance. You already already shaking from his tongue alone, your hands going to his hair and whimpering when he pulled away. 

“No, no, princess. You dont get to touch me.”He told you, grabbing his belt off the floor. “Give me your wrists.”He told you, grinning when you put them out for him. He had so much power over you, holding your wrists to the headboard and securing them with the belt. He settled back between your thighs, his tongue darting in and out of you, pressing his thumb against your clit. 

He could feel you were about to get close, pulling away before you could reach your high. You whined, moving against the belt. “What? You dont like that, princess?”He asked, moving up again so that his nose was against yours. “JJ, please.”You whispered, thinking that maybe he would change even just for a moment when he kissed you. 

“Not. A. Chance.”He replied. “This isnt fair!”You exclaimed, moaning again when he licked your nipple. “Not fair?”He asked, beginning to suck. He moved his hand up to pinch your other nipple, rolling his thumb over it. “I think its pretty fair, (Y/N).”He replied, turning you over so that your stomach was against the mattress and you had to turn your head to breathe properly. His palm collided with your ass, sending a shock through your body. 

“You okay?”He asked, moving your hair aside and pressinga  kiss to you cheek. He was only calm for a moment before he smacked you again, making you take a shaky breath. “Anthony hit me twelve times….you get fifteen. Count.”He told you, rubbing your ass before lifting up his hand again, the hit making a loud noise.

 “One.”You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as he hit you again. You’d never let Rafe do this to you. You didnt like most things Rafe did especially in the bedroom. He just couldnt do what you wanted and if he did he just couldnt do it well. You didnt know when you got to ten, tears streaming down your cheeks. “JJ…. I dont think I can take more.”You sobbed. 

He took in a deep breath, leaning down. “Hmm…. you’re doing so good, princess. Only five more left, promise I wont be too rough.”He whispered, his fingertips grazing over your thighs, waiting for an answer. You nodded, biting your lip as you waited, his palm hitting you again but not nearly as hard as the others. He spanked you again, rubbing the area after carefully. 

You werent too worried anymore, whispering after he hit you the last time. He gave you a moment to recover, his fingers rubbing your thigh and sides, kissing your shoulder. He turned you over a few moments later, staring down at you. He pressed a kiss to your lips, the act much more gentle than before. 

He pulled away after a second, his hand back at your throat as he pushed into you. You gasped, your head falling against the pillows as he bottomed out. He chuckled, tugging at your hair and forcing your head back some more, leaning down and nipping at your shoulder, only letting go when you whimpered. 

It wasnt hard enough for you to bleed but his teeth left imprints in your skin, a satisfied smile on his face before he sped up. “Does Rafe fuck you like this?”He asked, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that you hadnt even known that it existed. You moaned loudly, feeling him tug your hair again. 

“JJ!”You shouted from the pain against your scalp. “Answer the question.”He told you. You licked your lips, an idea sparking in your mind. “Rafe’s better.”You lied. He looked down at you, fingers pressing hard against your neck. “You want me to stop? You wanna go back to Rafe?”He asked, thrusting in and out of you. You shook your head quickly, wrapping your legs around his torso.

 “Thats what I though, you fucking liar.”He muttered, slowing when he heard a knock at the door. “Anyone in there?”A voice shouted. It was Rafe’s. “Make a sound and im done with you.”He told you, picking up the pace. 

“Rafe, man. Im busy!”He shouted. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and trying your best not to make any noises. You heard a loud groan before heavy footsteps thumped down the hall. JJ chuckled, noticing your relief. “Aww, the poor slut doesnt wanna go back to her boyfriend.”He grinned, biting your neck again. 

You knew Rafe would see the marks but you didnt really care, eyes widening as you clenched around JJ. He let go of you, pulling out and cumming on your bare stomach. He panted, kissing you gently before freeing your wrists, kissing the skin gently. For someone who hated you he was being surprisingly sweet, especially after what just happened.

 It didnt last long before he got up and put his clothes back on, your suspicions confirmed when you noticed a large stain across his shirt. “See you around, kook.”He winked at you before leaving the room. You laid down on the bed, pain running through your body. You felt guilty for feeling so good, your wrists stinging slightly and your heart dropping when you realised Rafe would see.

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[messrmoonyy]

really, really random but do you think you could write a shot of half blood prince tonks on christmas alone and she puts on the record player and dances to christmas music? (i know this is very specific ahaha)

I lovveeed this request so much! Thank you for sending it. I did write the whole thing and then re read the prompt and see if kinda strayed away from the prompt slightly, you asked for record player, so she does actually use a cassette player but I still hope you enjoy it!

As always request are open! Drop me an ask!

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Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks ( only mentions of Remus. He does not appear )

Warnings: none. Just a very mopey Nymphadora

Tonks had never been one to take love all that seriously. In fact she’d thrown the word around almost carelessly, never really taking to its true weight and meaning. Falling in love with more people that she could count now. A ravenclaw girl in third year, a slytherin one in fourth, two different hufflepuff boys in Fifth and countless other short lived romances since. But when she looked back now she realised they weren’t really love at all. Because they hadn’t felt like she did now. When she thought of him. Remus.

It caused an ache in her chest, so deep it physically pained her. She knew that nothing else could hurt her as badly as this, only love. She hadn’t even meant to fall for him, she hadn’t planned to. He was wildly interesting and not to bad on the eye either, but she hadn’t being trying. It had just… happened. Friendly conversation became friendly touches. Friendly touches became late nights snuggled in the library by the fire. Which had become hand holding. Which had become kisses. And now… it had become heartbreak.

The argument they had had before he’d announced his departure had been a brutal one. She guessed it didn’t help that emotions were already running far too high with everything happening around them. She’d shouted. He’d shouted right back. He’d told her nothing she would say would ever change his mind and he was leaving. It was duty. His role in the war effort. To put his life as at risk as ever and plant himself in a werewolf camp for months on end. It’d ruin him, she knew it would. He’d told her about it from the first war, how much he hated it. How much it made him feel like an animal. Feral. Inhuman.

But she’d told him to go. Shouted at him and told him to get out of her sight, to go if that’s what he truly wanted. To never come back to her again.

She regretted that now. Of course she did. She wanted nothing more than to leave her parents house and turn up at Grimmauld place, drink tea and hot chocolate with him in the library, dance around to Sirius’ old records and talk about everything and nothing until the sun came up. But of course she couldn’t. Because he was gone.

To make everything truly worse, as another blinding hot blade to her chest, she couldn’t even turn to Sirius about it. Because he was gone too. And he really was never coming back. The loss of Sirius and her still healing injury from Bellatrix had knocked her down already, Remus leaving had just been the final kick. And it had all taken its toll.

She couldnt morph. Not a single fingernail would change the way she wanted. Thankfully for her she’d never really been one for tweaking her face dramatically , like she knew some with her powers did. But she felt lost without her bright hair, the tiny little tweaks to her nose and cheeks. She didn’t recognise herself anymore. She didn’t understand the face of the woman that looked back at her in the mirror, all limp dark hair and hollow cheeks. She wanted to blame him. Wanted to use it as some way to make her hate him. Forget him. So at least she couldn’t be relieved of at least one burden of pain, leave her with one less knife in her heart. But she couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried to.

“ You gonna come down love? Your mums made you some dinner. Even got some apple crumble for pud. Yeah? Try eat a bit for us? “ her dad appeared at her old bedrooms door, knocking slightly as he spoke. It had felt odd being back at her parents house again for Christmas, she’d hadn’t visited in longer than she wanted to admit. Work ask the order had been running her to exhaustion everyday. She’d hoped being back home would bring her some comfort. Being around her childhood things. But it hadn’t really been working so far.

Her mum kept silently crying to herself over Sirius, every now and then she’d look over at her and see tears streaming over her cheeks as she cleaned or cooked. Misery just seemed to follow her whether she went now.

“ Dora love? “ she turned around when he’d dad spoke again and forced a small smile onto her face.

“ yeah. Be down in a minute… save me a piece of crumble “ Ted gave her a sympathetic smile and quietly left her. One thing she loved about her dad was he knew when she didn’t want to talk, and left her alone when she needed it. Andromeda was one to fuss.

She took a deep breath and made her way out of the room and downstairs, knowing Andromeda would only send Ted back up if she didn’t surface within a few minutes. They were both sat at the table when she walked into the dining room, her father looking up with a cheerful smile.

“ here she is! C’mon petal before it gets cold “ Andromeda’s eyes were bloodshot as was the norm nowadays, she’d tried she her best to hide the fact she’d been crying. But there were still tracks in the makeup on her cheeks.

The entire house had been decorated for Christmas and she thought the fairy lights and the tinsel should be cheering her up. But she found it wasn’t. Even her dads cheesy Christmas jumpers weren’t making her crack her smile.

Dinner was painfully silent for the most part. Ted occasionally tried to get both women to talk about something but conversation constantly fell flat. She looked at her parents as he silently tried to coax Andromeda to talk, holding her hand under the table and looking at her with the same amount of pure love he always had done.

Tonks had always wanted a relationship like theres. And she thought she’d been getting there. Remus had looked at her like that. Gazing at her when he thought she wasnt paying attention to him. Sharing his mug of tea with her at order meetings, waiting up for her if she had a late shift at the ministry, making sure she had something to eat before she slept. Little things. Small ways he told her he felt the same as she did.

Until he’d thrown it all back in her face.

When Andromeda cleared their plates and went to fetch dessert, Ted too disappeared of a moment only to return with his hand behind his back and a grin.

“ look what I found today love. Remember this aye? “ he held his hand out with a proud look on his face. It was a cassette. One he’d made up for her himself when she was little. She’d always been fascinated with muggle things and she still had the cassette player buried up in her room somewhere “ your Christmas one! Fitting “ she took with the first genuine smile she’d mustered in a while.

“ thanks dad. It’s Brilliant honestly “ he sat back down again when crumble was served but his proud smile didn’t drop.

After dinner she made her way back up to her room with a muttered excuse of being tired and locked herself in. The cassette tucked into the pocket of her jeans. She rummaged around the various boxes of junk in her room until she found the player and pulled out the tape. She smiled slightly when she found the tape wonkily labeled ‘ Doras muggle Xmas songs ‘ , putting it into the player and waiting for it to play.

The first beats of ‘last Christmas’ started playing and she practically felt her hurt slipping away from her shoulders. She turned the volume up, the headphones now blasting the voice of George Michael into her ears and she forgot about her troubles for a while.

She danced around with the first full genuine smile she had in weeks on her face, every song that played transporting her back to some memory from her childhood. Even the slower ones had her smiling, waltzing with herself around her room. until the tape came to an end with silent night. She stopped dancing and the smile dropped as the almost hauntingly beautiful song played. She’d danced with Remus to the very song on that first Christmas of her being in the order.

She’d turned up at Grimmauld place on Boxing Day, on Sirius’ invitation that the three of them could have their own Christmas celebration but Sirius had still been black out drunk from the clearly heavy night before. So she’d spent the majority of the day with Remus, hiding away from the kids. Drinking, dancing and even singing when Sirius had joined them later to get drunk again.

Her moment of happiness had faded to pure nothingness and she pulled off the headphones, tossing the cassette player onto her bed. If she focussed hard enough she could hear Sirius laughing still, picture Remus’ face as he tried to look unimpressed by one of Sirius’ filthy jokes- and failing miserably. Or feel Remus’ arm around her shoulders, his lips on her temple. The purely joyful atmosphere where just the three of them could be happy, Remus not worrying about people thoughts on him showing affection to her because Sirius didn’t care.

She found her feet moving then at their own accord, out of her room and creeping past her parents bedroom, down the stairs and out the door. She jogged down the garden path and past the wards protecting the house, apparating the second she was out.

She turned up on the top step of number 12. She really shouldn’t be there. She knew she should just go back to her parents. It wasn’t safe. But her hands reacted on their own and she opened the door. It was quiet inside. The quietest she’d ever heard it. Now Sirius laughing- or snoring. No kids charging around and pestering Kreacher. No mad-eye stomping along the hall.

Her feet led her into the library and she felt tears brewing in her eyes. She wanted to see Sirius blacked out on the sofa, Remus sat writing up a report at the desk, a fire crackling away. But neither were there. And the fireplace only held charred wood. The ache in her chest made her breathless, the deep burning pain of missing a dead man and one that might as well be.

She’d never felt so alone. Never had such a overwhelming feeling of loneliness that it made she’d weak in the knees. She could picture Remus at the desk, the way his brow furrowed when he concentrated, or how his cheeks flushed when she’d sneak up behind him and wrap her arms around his neck. The countless nights they’d fallen asleep on the sofa, danced, kissed, laughed.

But now it was just an empty room. In an empty house. No laughter. No dancing. No Remus.

She wanted to be back in that library when it was full of life. When Sirius was alive. And Remus was by her side. But it was never to be again.

Sirius was dead. And Remus was gone. And she wasn’t sure he’d ever come back.

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~~✨🎧My Type🎧✨~~

Work had been exhausting that week, seeming to drain what little energy the department had at a steady pace. A huge mission had been going on, drug ring needing to be taken down and it was all hands on deck even for Haru meaning more dreaded papers piled haphazardly on his desk to deal with at a later date as the dusty blonde found himself having to trail along with the First Divisions. He got lucky though, landing the one Detective he had no qualms with, (Y/N). You were smart, funny and able to think on the fly unlike anybody else he ever met so it comes to no suprise that the male would purposefully try to get closer to you or learn more about you, a crush already growing within his chest.

Mission complete you were relieved more than anything, finally you could test, relax, and not have to deal with your slightly stuck up fellow detectives for a couple days as it was much easier to bury yourself in paperwork and cut off all outside contract. However luck wasnt on your side, a gentle hand to the upper arm keeping you from leaving as you glance back to meet a set of amethyst colored ones "Hoshino?" Realizing his mistake the Detective just let's go with a small apology "Sorry I was trying to talk with you before you left, the whole department is going out for drinks tonight you should join in" "since when were you the type for drinks?" "Since I'm exhausted and want to relax, anyway make sure you get there" Without another word the figure strode off past you, leaving you to stare at the Brunette's head, a deep sigh emeniting as now you have no choice but to go along.

Unbeknownst to you, Haru had the same situation, his friends blocking the door until the taller man relented, agreeing to go to the bar as he heard that a specific someone would be in attendance.

Walking into the bar any person is greeted with a cacophony of sounds, detectives chatting, drinking, listening to music and when they recognized someone often times greeted them. By the time Haru walked in you were already there, sitting by Ryo downing your alcohol of choice, (e/c) hues watching your friends and colleagues milling about, or at least you had until your eyes met with a familiar set of gold. Damn it he had to be here too, same outfit as always, messy hair and tired eyes but even then it didn't take away from how attractive this man was. For a brief moment you debate not drinking the rest are you were a lightweight but the though quickly dashes from your mind as Haru walks himself over with a grin "(L/N) didn't think you would be here" "could say the same to you Katou now get yourself soemthing to drink and sit down"

An hour passes and both of you definitely can feel a little buzsed, neither tipping the point to being drunk but the alcohol making you less reserved than normal while Haru starts to ramble a little about who knows what but soemthing catches your attention. A tune, familar but still not ringing the bell was floating around the room above the sounds of talking, some already getting up to dance as the first lines start.

"Oooh-ooh ooh ooh

Take a look around the room (Ahh)

Love comes wearing disguises (Uhh)

Break it down by shapes and sizes (Uhh)

I'm a man who's got very (Ahh) specific taste"

Haru recognised the theme immediately, humming along to the tune although gradually moving up to fully singing as he gives a grin, his eyes meeting yours

"You-you-you're just my type!

Oh, you got a pulse and you are breathing

You-you-you're just my type!

Oh, I think it's time that we get leaving

You-you-you're just my type!

Oooh-ooh, ooh-oooh (Uhh)"

A gentle yank of the arm and before you can begin to comprehend, the two of you have joined the others on the dance floor, just laughing and dancing, swaying along with the music as the tipsy blonde still gives you that adorably sweet grin you love seeing but just watching him sing along to the lyrics breathes a splash of pink into your cheeks.

"When there's lovin' in the air (Ahh)

Don't fight it, just keep breathin' (Uhh)

I can't help myself but stare (Ahh)

I'm a man who's got very (Ahh) specific taste"

Right before the chorus starts he gently pulls you closer, practically hugging you as you two dance, that pink steadily increasing until your face is so red that your dance partner almost looks concerned for the blink of an eye although it's swiftly forgotten with the chorus

"You-you-you're just my type!

Oh, you got a pulse and you are breathing

You-you-you're just my type!

Oh, I think it's time that we get leaving

You-you-you're just my type!

Oooh-ooh ooh-oooh"

Haru was sober enough to know what he was saying, silently thanking the liquid courage for the chance to even speak it but as he watches you, a fear of being rejected resides behind those eyes although it dissolves like sand as soon as you send him a playful grin in return and start dragging him from the bar "Where we going?" "Shhh!" With a purpose he watches the much shorter figure drag him around the darkening streets of Tokyo until they reach a small park. It's nothing special, a small grassy block with a playground for children, benches littering the area for couples or parents to sit on, one of which they both sit on to admire the colors painting the sky in vivid orange, peach, and red. All is silent for a moment until the tune picks back up, coming from his crush who very slowly threads his fingers with theirs and using their free hand to tilt his face towards them as they sing the final chorus

"Oooh-ooh ooh-oooh

You-you-you're just my type!

Oh, you got a pulse and you are breathing

You-you-you're just my type!

Oh, I think it's time that we get leaving

Ooooh-ooooh"

As the final words drop from their like he is left in silence for a few moments, mostly disbelief that you seemed to reciprocate the feelings he harbored. Finally he came back from his little state of shock, leaning closer until finally you pull him all the way down, kissing him with a grin and hand wrapped around his tie to keep him close even as he breaks away but there is no reason to fear him running. A deep chuckle and soft eyes are what meet your own as he moves back enough to gaze at you while you wink at him "I think you are just my type~"

+the song is My Type by Saint Motel+

#haru kato x reader #haru katou #katou haru #fugou keiji x reader #fugou keji #simp

[ijustreallylovethem]

part three

masterlist

the next day was the same. jj woke up and went to work, trying to immerse himself in the batteries that needed replacing and the broken propellers. today wasn’t as successful and yesterday though, and jj couldn’t seem to get you off his mind. he knew you were right. he had been distancing himself and always living drunk or high. he remembered your threat of leaving. it reminded him of when he heard his mother shout the same threat to his father. only you had the right mind to take your kids with you.

after work, he found himself driving on autopilot. his mind was a blur of thoughts and he took that all familiar right turn instead of going left. when the bell above the door jingled, the bartender turning to look at him and smiled.

“well would you look at that, he’s alive! wasn’t sure you were gonna make it after last night there bud.” jj sat down on a barstool, two to the right of where he was the night before. a beer was placed in front of him, the bartender already knowing exactly what he wanted at this point. “rough day? you look a little down.”

“more like a rough week,” he spoke before taking a long drink of the beer.

it was around ten that your phone rang, the name on the screen the same as last night when you hadn’t gotten a call at this time. you answered it, hoping it wasn’t for the same reason as well.

“hey y/n. jj is here again, about the same shape as last night.” you tried to hold back tears and keep your voice even as you spoke into the phone.

“i’m not in charge of him anymore. try calling someone else.” you brought the phone down from your ear, hanging up. it took everything in you not to scream, you didn’t want to wake the kids. instead you threw your phone across the room, watching as it left a hole in the drywall before falling to the hardwood floor. the tears leaked from your eyes in waves, the sea of your emotions finally breaking the dam you had built up. it was moments later when you got a text from sarah, but with your phone all the way across the room, the tears blurring your vision, and the loud sound of the ocean in your ears, you failed to notice.

it was less than ten minutes later when the door to your room opened and sarah found you near hyperventilating from trying to stay quiet while crying so violently. she was quick to run over to you and wrap her arms around you, letting her hand smooth over your hair and whispering small reassurances to you.

“he told me! he told me he wasnt going to be like him! so many times!” you hiccuped through your words, sarah nodding along as you spoke. “he promised me, the moment we found out about nellie. he promised he’d be the best dad ever.” sarah knew this, you had told her just days after it had happened, the biggest smile on your face as you did so. “and look where that got us,” you whispered. your voice had gotten softer as you ranted, your tears stopping their flow.

“i’m sure it’s just a rough patch babe. you can’t expect him to be perfect all of the time.” sarah hated what jj was doing to you. she hated seeing you in this state. but she loved the both of you and loved the both of you together. she knew some of your happiest memories were with jj and she couldn’t bear the idea of you having to leave him. you shook your head, standing from the bed and her embrace and wiping your tears from your cheeks.

“no, it’s not sarah. i think we both know that it’s not.” you opened the door to your closet, pulling your suitcase from the top shelf.

“what are you doing?” she stood from the bed and asked as you opened it. you stood from your crouched position and turned toward your clothes, starting to take things off hangers.

“what does it look like i’m doing sarah?” she rushed over, pulling the shirts from your hands and resting a hand on your shoulder.

“you can’t leave, y/n.” you nodded, looking at your feet instead of her eyes.

“after i finish with my stuff i can sneak into nellie and finns rooms and pack and we can be gone on the morning. jj won’t notice, he won’t be home until after work tomorrow. if he even comes home.” sarah felt her heart break at your words and was stuck watching as you pulled more clothes from the hangers. she knew she couldn’t change your mind. all she could do was help you pack. she folded the shirt that she still held and placed it in your suitcase before speaking up.

“ok then, what should i grab from nellies room?”

#outer banks #jj maybank #blurb #thoughts?

[cordytriestowrite]

Fight, Fight, Fight

Bucky x Reader

One Shot

College AU

Summary: I see your "there was only one bed" and raise you "there was only one shower" with a sprinkle of "enemies to...still enemies but also lovers"

Natasha Romanov slid Sam Wilson a glass of vodka. A literal glass of vodka. Filled almost to the brim with the strong, clear alcohol a few drops sailed over the rim and left a wet trail as the glass came to a stop. 

"Drink."

Who was he to argue with a Russian about drinking? He took a large swallow, letting it burn down his throat and wash over the knot of nerves in his stomach. 

"You have to say something, Sam. It's your house."

He nodded. Natasha was right. When he put up the flyers in the student union offering the spare bedrooms in the house he inherited from his grandfather he thought it'd be a win-win. He was in his senior year, about to graduate and in need of some cash flow: enter roommates. He thought it would be like living in the freshman dorms all over again, bonding with people like Steve and building lifelong friendships. But no, while the roommates individually were just fine, it was when they were together that brought Sam to sit at his dining room table practically chugging eight ounces of cheap vodka. 

Natasha was nice enough to support him, maybe nice isn't the word, annoyed enough to help him. They had only just started dating after being introduced at Steve's birthday party two months ago, but she had been witness to too many squabbles, slammed doors, and sabotage. 

"There's gonna be a civil war in this house in less than," Sam glanced at his phone, "ten minutes."

"That's why you drink.

-

Your books were heavy and kept slipping from your arms. You adjusted them as you walked but that adjustment would only work for a few minutes before you had to perform another juggling act. The house was only two blocks from campus, the air was cool and breezy, you were pretty sure you aced your civ test, but you were far from content, after all finals were only a month away.

Bucky was walking just in front of you, headphones blaring music that even you could hear. He held a single, slim textbook and a pencil in on hand and his phone in the other. That's why you were mad. Bucky insisted on walking home together after class, but you never actually walked home together. You worked hard in class while he coasted on through. And yet you knew you would both pass.

When you reached out to Sam about the open room in his house you were hopeful, optimistic even, about a new living situation that didn't involve sleeping two feet from someone else in a dorm room that was always too cold. Had you known Bucky Fuckin Barnes had also called up Sam you would have stayed huddled under your blankets with earplugs while your roommate had sex in the bed two feet away from you, loudly. Anything was better than being stuck with the guy in and out of classes, but it was too late.

You hit an uneven patch of concrete, stumbling and losing your hold on your textbooks. You growled in frustration as they tumbled to the ground, bending down to collect them. Every week, every fucking week, you had to carry four textbooks to and from class. Every week Bucky saw you carry four textbooks while he carried practically nothing. He never offered to help, not once.

"Hey asshole." You called, knowing Bucky wouldn't hear you over his music, but it felt good to yell.

"You could fucking stop and help me for once."

Bucky stopped and turned, he pulled an ear bud out of his ear and regarded you with a fake smile. He didn't move, didn't even raise his voice to match yours.

"Buy a backpack."

-

Sam's head shot up from the table top at the sound of the front door slamming open and hitting the wall. The house shook, or maybe that was just him. Natasha swiftly stomped toward the comotion, coming back in less than a minute with strong hands gripped onto the shoulder of both you and Bucky, who were still screaming.

"Backpacks were literally made to hold books-"

"Or you could just take one or two-"

"Why would I help yo-"

"QUIET!"

Natasha's sharp tone cut through the animosity between you as she pushed you into a chair opposite Sam. She walked Bucky to the chair at the far end and stood behind him, arms crossed and mouth tense.

"Sam." She prompted.

Sam sighed, wishing he was still face down on the table in blissful, drunk, silence. He took a deep breath, sparing a glance at his girlfriend before opening his mouth. He should have prepared something, but the booze had loosened his lips and now he was just coming out with it.

"I can't have it anymore. The fighting, the yelling...I'm done. I like you both and I'm sorry to do this but-"

"Sam, please don't say what I think you're going to say." You started.

"Dude, come on we're just-" Bucky spoke over you.

"You don't speak for me, Bucky."

"I'm just trying to apologize to Sam for your shitty behavior. Since you don't seem to want to do it."

"Bullshit, Barnes!"

Sam slammed his palms against the table top. He stood suddenly, a wave of dizziness sending the room into a tailspin. He closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and finally just said it.

"I want you out."

-

It was mid semester. Dorms were full and open rooms were few and far between. Sam agreed to give you both a week. It wasn't enough time, but between classes and homework at least you barely saw Bucky.

Wanda had found the apartment. Said it was good practice for when she got her real estate license. You couldn't pass up her help so you agreed to let her do some of the heavy lifting. 

The place she found for you was on the other side of town. One bedroom, no washer or dryer, and on the fourth floor. The building was old too. Faded wallpaper and flickering lights lead you down the hallway towards the unit. The realtor had given you a code to the lockbox hanging from the doorknob, but the box was already hanging open. You were about to text Wanda when the door opened.

"Bucky?"

-

"Wait, you two are moving out...together?"

Sam shook his head in disbelief, hoping he just heard them wrong. 

"Unfortunately." You grumbled, crossing your arms and glaring at Bucky.

Bucky glared right back, eyes hard and hands busy aggressively making a sandwich. He was getting mustard on the countertop, like usual. 

"Okay, one of you can stay here and the other can take the apartment?"

Bucky, finished with his sandwich but leaving the counter dirty, joined you at the table and with his mouthful answered simply.

"Can't."

"Can't?" Sam echoed.

"I paid the first and last month's rent. I'm not trusting her to pay that back to me."

You nodded, "And it's my name on the application. I'm not risking him tanking my credit score when he doesn't pay rent."

You snatched the remaining half of Bucky's meal right out of his hands, taking a large bite, savoring Bucky's protest more than the actual food.

"God, who destroys a sandwich with this much mustard?"

"It wasnt your fucking sandwich! "

Sam could only watch as the conversation digressed into yet another fight. How you two were going to share a one bedroom was beyond him, but at least he would get some peace and quiet.

-

You woke up, not suddenly, but gradually with enough time to know it was still dark before your eyes even opened. You also knew you were cold and that your body was huddled too close to the edge of the mattress. Behind you there was a loud, sudden snort that made you finally open your eyes. 

You were in fact at the edge of the mattress, your blankets nowhere on your person, and your phone screen showed the time to be 4:03 am. You turned, squinting against the fluorescent lights shining through the cracks in the blinds. Bucky was on his back, loud snores erupting from his open mouth, blankets bunched up around his body keeping him warm. He looked deep in sleep and that just wouldn't do.

With both hands gripped tightly on the comforter you yanked with all your might. You pulled and tugged until Bucky was completely bare, his exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. The snoring stopped, Bucky turned on his side, eyes still closed, to grope blindly for his missing warmth. You smiled ruefully and turned your back to him, enjoying the thrill of victory as you shut your eyes.

The mattress squeaked and rocked as Bucky flopped around like a fish out of water and suddenly your victory was stolen by a man who wasn't even conscious.

With a deep groan of resignation you turned over and dropped the comforter over Bucky's form, tucking the corner under his shoulder to trap in heat. Bucky exhaled deeply and settled into the covers. You turned your back to him again. Making sure the blankets were tucked under you as well.

-

Natasha didn't think Sam should be worrying about his old roommates as much as he was. But here they were out to dinner with Steve and Sam had barely said two words in as many minutes. Steve threw her a look, one that asked her to explain, but she only rolled her eyes and elbowed her boyfriend.

"Hm?

"I was asking how class was going, Sam." Steve gently reminded him. "But something tells me you got something other than finals on your mind."

Sam heaved a huge sigh.

"I can't stop thinking about them."

-

You vaguely remembered your alarm going off, but sleep dragged you back under as soon as you made the offensive noise stop. Next time you woke up there was much more appeal. The sun was soft, its rays warming your face. Your body was cocooned in a pleasant mix of skin and sheets. You hummed, turning into the warmth, breathing in the familiar scent of your bedmate. You couldn't even drum up irritation at the smell of his 3-n-1 shampoo. 

Responsibility tickled your brain, urging you to untangle from Bucky and get ready for class. You did just that, albeit reluctantly, sitting up and grabbing your phone.

You overslept. Your final was in thirty minutes.

"Shit!" You hissed, jumping out of bed.

"Whatisit?" Bucky grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"We missed our alarm. Civ final's in thirty minutes." 

You pulled off your pajama bottoms, stepping out of the pool they made around your ankles. Bucky was up and out of bed by the time you pulled off your shirt. 

"Fuck!"

On long legs he sprinted into the bathroom, but you were there to catch the door before he slammed it shut.

"What are you doing?"

You shoved your way through, pulling back the shower curtain and turning the knob. The room filled with the hiss of water and arguing. 

"I've got to take a shower."

"Well so do I?"

"Does it look like I give a fuck?"

It was a race to get naked, to find yourself under the spray before the water could turn cold. You stepped into the tub, Bucky following suit. He closed the curtain, mouth still set in a hard frown.

"This is your fault."

You laughed, leaning your head back to wet your hair. 

"Oh, is it? Maybe if I wasn't up half the night because of your snoring I wouldn't have missed my alarm!"

You switched places with Bucky once you were doused, letting him under the spray. He grabbed his 3-n-1 shampoo bottle and squeezed too much into his hand.

"I only snore because you insisted on taking your mattress."

"My mattress is the most expensive thing in this apartment."

"So you're just bad at spending money then?"

You glared at each other, silent as your fingers worked to clean your hair. Bucky did the same. The staring match raged on for a few breathless moments, until for the first time all morning Bucky's gaze drifted away from your face and down your naked body.

"Pervert!"

-

"I don't know why you're worrying." Steve said, watching his best friend flitter around the kitchen.

"I just want to know how they're doing." He explained, pulling the chicken from the oven.

"You know, Nat's right. This is crazy. Why am I supporting this?"

Sam had to agree. He felt crazy thinking about his old roommates so much. It's been six months. If one of them had killed the other he needed to know.

"I'm just checking in on my friends, Steve."

-

Bucky opened the door to Sam's place like he still lived there. You pulled on your joined hands, yanking him back a step to chide him.

"We're guests stupid. Knock."

"Knock, knock." Bucky called sarcastically, shooting you a smug look when Sam shouted "Come in!".

"You're rude." You grumbled.

"And you're a know-it-all." Bucky shot back without looking at you.

"I'm not-"

"Hey!" Sam greeted, voice a bit too loud, smile a bit too wide. His arms were open as if he was going to go for a hug but they hung suspended as his eyes found your joined hands.

"What's uhhhh, what's this?"

You and Bucky looked down at your interlaced fingers, then at each other, then back to Sam.

"We're together."

Sam's arms fall heavily to his sides, then up to run over his head as his chest swells.

"WHAT? How? What?!"

-

You and Bucky had made your way home to your one bedroom apartment, changing into your pajamas and you continued your squabble from the walk home.

"They poop in a box. It's disgusting!"

Bucky scoffed, leaving the room briefly and coming back with a glass of water that he sat down on your bedside table.

"We shit in a box too if you think about it. Just admit you aren't a cat person so we can break up and I can take the cat."

He crawled into bed, lifting up the blanket so you could join him. You stood there for a moment before relenting and crawling in next to him, tucking your head under his chin and throwing your leg over his hips.

"Whatever, I'm tired. We'll continue this in the shower tomorrow."

"This isn't over." Bucky warned before planting a kiss to your forehead. "Love you."

"Love you too, but we're not taking Steve's cat."

Bucky groaned, rolling on top of you. 

"Cats are awesome, if you got your head out of your ass-"

"If you thought for more than two seconds about the responsibility-"

The bickering continued as you shed each other's clothes, putting a pause on fighting in favor of moving together. It's how most of your arguments ended and while most people, especially Sam, couldn't wrap their heads around that it was what worked for you and Bucky. So did the one bedroom apartment, the shower that ran out of hot water too fast, and the cat Bucky was going to sneak in before spring semester. It all somehow made sense. 

Except the fucking cat, come on Bucky!

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