#but if it wouldn't be a problem we can work something ou

[pinkthrone445]

-Let it burn to the ground-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt, confort, funny

Warnings:Mention about past trauma, fires, future smut(?)

Summary:Melissa lets the fire of love consume her when she meets the new chief of the fire station.

Melissa Schemmenti, a woman who has had many things in life, including different experiences in love, had her first love in college, was married, was cheated on, divorced, was in a relationship again, broke up since they didn't have the same goals, and now she was having an affair with the fire captain... It was casual, with no feelings, just sex. She just wanted him for that, she even wanted to avoid talking about personal things and get him out of her house as soon as possible, but when he started staying overnight and eating breakfast with her and Jacob, the fire captain started to get the wrong idea.

Melissa didn't want a relationship with him, it was just casual, but he wanted to share more and more things about his life even though she didn't want to hear it.

One night, while they were together, the redhead wanted to undress him as quickly as possible before he started talking, she had even thought about buying a gag for him. But while she tried to undo his pants, he kept letting out sighs, so she stopped to ask what was wrong, even if she didn't really cared, she wanted the sings to stop, because she knew they wouldn't have sex if he didn't talked about what was bothering him first.

-"Okay, talk, what is going on with you? Why are you complaining so much?" - The redhead asked, crossing her arms and sitting on the bed looking at him

-"I'm tired of my work" - he confessed and the redhead rolled her eyes getting up of bed again

-"Okey, now that you got that out of your chest, can we have sex?"-The woman asked, raising an eyebrow, and he looked at her with a frown

-"I didn't even started talking about it, aren't you going to ask why I'm tired of my job when I used to love it?" - he asked a little offended by her lack of interest

-"Yeah yeah, go ahead, tell me please, I'm dying to know, why you are mad at your job" - The redhead said sarcastically, putting on her dressing gown and sitting up on the bed again

-"I got a new fire chief for the district, an asshole chief that is babysitting my station because the district got a few complains about us... I don't like it when there's someone watching my every step and checking what I'm doing wrong... On top of that the chief has a shitty humor, I think they need someone to have sex with, although I don't think anyone wants to touch them even with a 3-meter pole..."-Melissa listened to him complain for a long time, her desire to have sex had disappeared and now she was bored and upset, she didn't want a relationship, it was something casual, and what was happening was not casual at all-"They thinks that because has a badge of honor and a higher title they can command us however they wants, a couple of scars don't make others respect you, it's so annoying, that's why no one has touched them for years probably"-This time he rolled his eyes and Mel sighed looking at him

-"Do you feel better now that you've got that off your chest?" - The redhead asked and he nodded-"Good, you can go home now" - She said curtly and he looked at her confused

-"What? Why?" - he asked

-"Tomorrow I have to be at school early..."-Mel replied

-"Since when is that a problem? I can stay overnight..."-He offered, but she refused, getting out of bed, lifting the clothes that were on the floor and giving them to him

-"It's a problem since we said this would be a casual thing and you're making yourself very comfortable in my house, staying in my bed to sleep, leaving your toothbrush, eating Jacob's cereal, wanting to have deep talks... That wasn't our deal, I need you to go"-Melissa practically pushed him out of the room, insisting until she managed to get him to leave.

For a few days they didn't even talk by text, until one afternoon after school he was outside the doors waiting. The redhead approached confused and annoyed

-"What are you doing here? I don't want to see you yet..." - She whispered in an annoyed tone and he rolled his eyes

-"Get off your horse, princess. I'm not here for you, my stupid boss send me to get their son..."-He replied in an annoyed tone pointing at one kid that was waiting by the door with Barbara. Mel narrowed her eyes looking at the little guy, he was definitely a new kid at school since she hadn't seen him before.

When Barbra gave the signal that they could get out, the little boy ran to the fireman and stood next to him looking at him

-"Hi. My mom told me that you would come for me because she had to stay at the station cleaning..."-Commented the little boy. Actually, his mother had meant that she had to stay at the station cleaning the mess that Captain Robinson had made, but she couldn't tell that to the kid.

Mel frowned listening to the little guy

-"You didn't told me your new boss was a woman" - she whispered to the firefighter

-"Yeah, 'Cause if I'd told you she was a woman when I was complaining, you would've thought I didn't like her just because she was a woman and no because she is an actually asshole that has me running errands instead of giving me actual job" - He muttered, looking at the redhead annoyed. The little boy frowned

-"You're going to have to put money in the jar... You said something bad" - The boy said, adjusting his backpack annoyed.

-"What jar?" - Mel asked and the boy turned his attention to her

-"His mother put a jar in the station for us to put money in when we are aggressive or bad-mouthing co-workers, she said it would help make us a team..."-The firefighter commented annoyed and the redhead laughed at him

-"If it doesn't work like she wanted, at least she'll make extra quick money with you and your big mouth" - Melissa commented, laughing and patting the man's back, which rolled his eyes

-"Come on boy, your mother is waiting for you and I don't want her to take points away from me for being late again" - He muttered through his breath in annoyance and the little guy started following him

-"Goodbye Miss Schemmenti" - The little boy waved his hand before leaving

-"Goodbye little one, say hi to your mother, tell her that I like her very much even though I don't know her" - The redhead shouted before going back to the entrance of the school.

A couple of weeks passed and it was the day when Barbara's class would present who were the heroes for each children. Since Mel's class was in gym and she was free, she decided to stop by her work wife's class to listen to the kids.

Several children introduced their "heroes," some talked about their favorite heroe from a movie o cartoon, others about a soccer player, others about their pets, and some about their parents, who some of them were present.

Last of all, Barbara called the boy Melissa had met a few weeks ago

-"Cris... Come here please, it's your turn" - Barbara called the little boy to the front, who stood up carrying a fireman's helmet that was almost as big as his body, The little boy put his helmet on Barbara's desk playing with his little hands

-"My mom was supposed to come..."-He whispered in a shy tone

-"Hi, excuse me" - Mel felt a sexy but soft voice behind her and as she turned she saw a woman with a beautiful smile, wearing a blue T-shirt and firefighter pants with red suspenders. You passed by her side but the redhead stood in the place staring at you dumbfounded, lost enough to really listen to what you had asked her. Immediately Melissa thought you were the most beautiful and perfect woman she had ever seen, she had to admit that she had a weakness for women in uniform, but you were something else. Dumbfounded, she watched as you approached the little boy and knelt beside him hugging him

-"I'm here my baby" - You whispered and the boy hugged you with a lot of emotion

-"You came!"-The little guy hung on to you like a little koala and you stand up with him in your arms

-"I promise I would... And I never break a promise..."-You whispered and kissed his forehead making him smile-"Now I think you've got a presentation to give little gentleman" - You whispered and he nodded letting you lower him to the ground to present, you knelt next to him again to be at his level. Your son started talking excitedly mentioning the reasons why you were his hero, among them he mentioned your job as a firefighter chief and supervisor, your job as mom and you knowledge about medicine. Then he showed his classmates the helmet and they made you do push-ups with some kids on your back to show your strength.

Your son was very excited, being in a new school and feeling included was something that made him happy, and thanks to you being there it was possible. And even though you were tired of exercising, you were more than happy and was worth the effort to see him happy.

The kids took turns climbing on you excitedly, while others tried on your helmet and some parents took pictures. While you were only focusing your eyes on your son, the redhead was focusing on you, almost literally salivating for you. The way you smiled made it seem like you weren't making an effort, even though the sweat that collected on your forehead gave you away. Melissa had her eyes fixed on the way your arm muscles twitched and your bright smile shined. Her mouth had literally filled with saliva about to drool for you, but may the earth swallow her if she let others see her like that for you or anyone.

The redhead swallowed and cleared her throat when the kids decided they had enough and let you get up. Barbara congratulated your son on his presentation and let the class leave.

Your little one ran to get his backpack and came back to you jumping up and down, you picked him up smiling and placed your helmet on his head, walking to the exit, which was blocked by the same redhead from before

-"Excuse me..."-You whispered sweetly, but she didn't move, just like when you arrived

-"Miss Schementti!!" - Your son screamed, snapping the redhead out of her trance

-"Oh! I'm so sorry..."-she whispered, looking at you

-"It's okay, I'm sorry for my son, he is very exited that I came to school, that's hard for him to contain his emotion..."-You whispered and your son laughed mischievously but very cute

-"I get it... I would get very exited too if I see you come... I mean if I see you visit me at school" - The redhead blushed as she heard her own words-"I'm sorry, firefighters get me exited too..."-she whispered and you laughed tenderly at how cute she looked blushing

-"That's sweet..."-You whispered looking at her

-"I'm Melissa by the way... I teach third grade... I hope to have your children one day" - The redhead blushed again at how bad that sounded and you couldn't help but laugh again

-"You sure do... I'm (Y/N), it's a pleasure..."-You replied by reaching out your hand to shake hers, when you did the redhead was surprised with how soft your hands were despite the strength you had-"I have to go home to bath this little prince, but I hope to see you again sometime Miss Schementti" - You whispered close to her ear making her shiver before you went down the hall with your son in your arms, while Mel followed you down the hall, she realized that her favorite sound in the world was hearing her name coming out of your mouth.

The days began to pass and you couldn't stop spinning in the redhead's head, either on the nights she was at home she thought about how your muscles tensed under your t-shirt, or in broad daylight she remembered your sweet voice and beautiful smile. She needed to see you again and her head couldn't stop thinking of a plan to get it done.

As fate would have it, the perfect opportunity presented itself when Janine mentioned that they would do a fire drill in conjunction with the firefighters since the last time there was an accident, they were not well organized. Melissa was sure that you would be in that drill since your son was going to that school.

On the day of the drill Mel decided to spend more time than usual on her appearance, she spent more time putting together her curls and styling her hair, applied more makeup and perfume than usual, chose her best outfit and put on her best bra, the one that most settled her breasts and made them look well lifted. As she left the house, Jacob couldn't help but notice the change and comment on it

-"Wow, you look amazing... What is going on? Does it have anything to do with the fire captain that used to come home?" - He asked curiously, but Melissa laughed in denial

-"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not interested in him anymore..."-she responded by starting the car

-"Then it's for someone else..." - The young man was quickly able to draw the correct deduction since he had spent a lot of time with the redhead lately and had gotten to know her well-"I'm sure is a firefighter, you've always liked people in uniform and it's no coincidence that today you dressed up better on the day of the drill... Am I going on the right path?"-He inquired but she didn't say anything, concentrating on driving-"Come on you know I'm an excellent wingman, if you tell me I can help you..."-He commented in a knowing tone, the redhead just gave him a quick glance trying not to show her true interest. The truth is that she could do it alone, but she could use help to find out if you had a partner or if the father of your child was still around.

-"That's fine, but if you do anything to embarrass me, remember that you live in my house and that I could easily get you into a fatal" accident", you understand?"-she whispered in a threatening tone, and his housemate nodded excitedly, paying no attention to the threat

-"Tell me who it is and what can I do to help" - He smiled and clapped his hands with a grin from ear to ear

-"It's the fire chief and supervisor, the parent on Barbara's class... I need to know if they are single, that's all..."-She whispered a little embarrassedly with her eyes fixed on the road

-"But the fire chief is a wom... I knew you were bi! My gaydar is never wrong" - He whispered more to himself than to the redhead-"Consider it done" - It was the last thing they talked about in the car before they got to school.

Melissa spent most of her class hours training her students for the drill, the teachers weren't supposed to tell the students, but the redhead wanted to do everything right to see if you noticed her and praise her even a little.

When the redhead heard the sirens outside the school, her heart jumped with excitement and joy, she ran excitedly to the windows just to see you get out of the truck with all your uniform on, your gazes met momentarily when you were looking for the window of your son's classroom, the redhead smiled and you smiled back waving at her from a distance before entering the school.

Seconds later, Jacob appeared at the door of Melissa's classroom, breathing heavily from running, trying to keep his composure, he approached the redhead who was waiting for him excitedly

-"My" friend" from the fire station told me that she was married, but her husband passed away a couple of years ago and that no one has seen her with anyone or found out that she is in a relationship... My work here is done, I need to get back to my class before the drill starts"-He commented as fast as he could before running off again

-"Thank you!" - The redhead screamed excitedly and decided to put perfume back on and check her appearance on her mirror.

When everything was ready, the drill began and with it the control of the students and the entire building. Every time you passed by Melissa's side, her perfume blocked your senses and left your judgment clouded for a few seconds until you recomposed your posture, you loved perfumes like that. One of your weaknesses was when someone smelled good.

Surprisingly, the redhead's classroom was the most organized and several times you used it as an example of how to behave in a real fire. After all the control of the facilities and the drill was over, you greeted your son before he went back to school and decided to visit the redhead for her good preparation and behavior.

When you got to her classroom, she was sitting at her desk checking some assignments and wearing her glasses while her kids where focusing doing homework. Softly you knocked on the door getting her attention. Mel got up carefully and walked to the door smiling

-"Hi chief" - She whispered in a deducible tone and a tender smile-"Can I help with something?" - Asked

-"Hi miss Schementti... No, I just wanted to come and congratulate you personally on how well you and your class behaved in the drill..."-You whispered holding your helmet in your hands, taking a big but sneaky breath to feel her perfume, which the redhead noticed and couldn't help but smile

-"Thank you... I take the safety of my students very seriously... Thanks for noticing" - She whispered a little nervously about your presence and leaned into the doorframe looking at you

-"I'm glad to hear that... This is for you" - You handed her a pin that said "you're the only smoking hot thing I'll let it be out of control", laughing a little-"They where from the pride parade that we did last month, sorry. But I wanted to give you something for your good preparation... And this is for your students" - You handed her stickers of firefighters smiling a little embarrassed as she watched the pin smiling-"Since I've done everything I needed to do, I'll go drive the truck now... I hope to see you again sometime... Have a nice afternoon Schementti..."-You muttered making a couple of excessive gestures with your hands because of your nerves for the silly pin

-"Thanks for the pin and the visit... Do you want to see each other again outside of school soon? Maybe to grab a coffee or a bite to eat?..."-The redhead asked confidently, taking you by surprise

-"Oh yes... Sure, I'd like to go for something to eat...maybe tomorrow? It's my day off..."-You replied smiling and she nodded excitedly

-"I'll ask Janine for your number and I'll call you to work out the details... See you tomorrow chief" - Melissa commented, and when you went to the truck, she did a little dance of victory for getting a chance to go out with you.

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[buckttommy]

I think the fundamental problem a lot of people in this fandom are facing is that both biphobia and homophobia are so deeply ingrained in social spaces (of which fandom is one) that identifying them becomes so, so dicey and complicated for some people to grasp. Ordinarily, I am not someone who gravitates toward labels, but in the case of identifying prejudices, it's important to use as specific a label as is available. One of the reasons white leftists, for example, think they cannot be racist is because many of them treat black people as equals. But when those same white leftists lobby racist jokes at Asians, for example, and are subsequently called out on it, they will swear that they most assuredly are not, and cannot, be racist. This is because AAPI racism is different from BIPOC racism, and thus manifests itself differently.

Similarly, homophobia (directed towards gay men) is different from lesbophobia (directed towards gay women), in the same way that aphobia (directed towards asexual people) is different from biphobia (directed towards bisexual people), and so on, even though there are places where all these phobias intersect, i.e. corrective rape, use of slurs, domestic abuse, etc. When people talk about homo/bi/a/lesbophobia in fandom, very rarely are they talking about blanket instances of homophobia that we can all relate to (things like being ostracized, abused, treated differently, etc). In most instances, people are talking about specific and targeted treatment and responses that people who do not fall under those categories might not pick up on.

So when I say that the response to Buck possibly being queer is both homophobic and biphobic, what I mean is that regarding his love for Eddie as something innocent and pure, while simultaneously regarding his sex / sex drive / any future gay fling he might have as something sleazy, uncomfortable, embarrassing, or gross, is wrong. When I say that making snide remarks about Tommy's age is both homophobic and biphobic (with a little bit of bodyshaming and ageism thrown in there too), what I mean is that that idea that he's "too old" or "weird" or "creepy" for potentially having a thing for Buck calls back to the age-old stereotype that gay men / sex between men is inherently predatory, dirty, shameful, and illegal. When I say that going to bisexual fans and shaming them for their sex / sex drives or implying that bisexual sex or sexual/romantic relationships are somehow inherently shameful, dirty, or promiscuous—well, this should hopefully speak for itself, but this too, is also biphoic and also very, very harmful and wrong.

Aside from the last point (which can only be interpreted one way), I'm almost certain that no one in this fandom intends for their words or actions to come across as harmful because, as I mentioned last night, at the end of the day, we are all still here because of the love between two men. But similar to the aforementioned hypothetical white leftist at the top of this post, being "okay" with one group of people, or, in this instance, one iteration of a group of people (i.e. happy, monogamous queer/gay men) does not automatically mean you are okay with all of them (i.e. salacious, promiscuous, non-monogamous gay men), nor does it mean you are immune to internalizing and subsequently regurgitating harmful ideals.

We are all living in an era now where queer stories are both more accessible, and more under fire than ever. So it's important, as queer people in a largely queer fandom, to be conscious about checking our biases at the door and being open to learning when someone rings you up about something. It's not comfortable. It's deeply unpleasant, and the instinctive response is to be defensive because none of us want to be faced with the fact that we still have work to do. None of us want to be "that guy," nor do we want to be "problematic." But we are problematic, we wouldn't be human if we weren't, and we all have work that needs to be done on ourselves so that we can be the best versions of ourselves, for our sakes and for the sakes of others.

Only once that's been taken care of can we discourse about ships and different character readings all day long. But we must first do the work and look within ourselves to make sure we are engaging with each other, and each other's sexualities, through a core of mutual understanding and respect for each other as human beings and how we identify. Otherwise we are, unironically and quite literally, doing society's work for them and letting prejudice invade a space it does not belong.

So. Yeah. That's all I have to say. Shutting up now.

#jack.txt #umm. is this something #i don't know #okay now i'm done

[multifandomgurl]

The Unusual

   A/N- In my opinion, this was the best smut I’ve ever written and I hope you like it too :) We are such a simp for Ellie Williams ya’ll :)  You also can send me requests, don’t be shy <3 I’m sorry If there are any grammar mistakes, I’ll try to come back and correct them.

   Warnings- SMUT, Modern!Ellie, drink of alcohol, fingering, dirty talking.

   Request from- Anonymous

   Summary- After their meeting at the bar, what is usual for Reader and Ellie gets boring after a while and they decide to do something a little unusual.

   A blinding light from the window shone into the room where you slept. The pain between your legs was enough to bother you more than ever, but you laid still and let the morning sun hit your face. You turned your head in that direction with the rustle coming from your side and you couldn't help your grin both because you saw the person you saw and because you remembered that wonderful moment you had last night.

         A WEEK AGO

   Again, when you went to the bar you always go to, this time there was a little movement in it. In this place where you went to clear your mind, you met a lot of people and learned more stories than you wanted to know. Sometimes you had to choose between many people, but you could not find the right one for you.   Could such a thing have happened that day?

  When you entered the bar, you laughed inwardly as the familiar smell hit your nose. Maybe it was a little silly, but everyone had different ways of distracting them. Yours wasn't a one night stand. You had never even tried this. You thought the important thing was to find someone you could feel safe with.

  You stood in the bar chair to get a drink, stood out from the crowd, and looked around as you couldn't quite decide what you wanted to get. Everyone was having their own fun. When you looked a little more carefully, you saw that no one came here alone. You would give anything to come with your friends, but they had more important things to do. At least that's what they told you.

 “Hey. Ready to order yet? “Y ou turned your head towards the sound and you were almost speechless by that perfect face you saw. Your hands tangled, and you accidentally knocked the finished glass which the man beside you had. You silently cursed yourself. The red-haired girl laughed at you. You looked at her and saw that she was busy cleaning the glass in her hand. You laughed embarrassingly and decided to have your usual drink so you wouldn't keep her waiting any longer.

 " What. Uhm the usual, please? “ There was a problem that this girl had just started a job here and she didn't know what drink you were talking about. She frowned, but didn't seem to mind at all, as she immediately grinned and leaned over the table. “What about I give you my usual?”  You nodded your head and watched in surprise as she took the drink . You have never seen a girl as attractive as this girl in all your life.

  She placed the drink in front of you and, winking at you, moved to the side to take her next customer's order. When you looked at the drink, it was clear that you were not going to spend the night alone anymore. The girl, who hadn't even told you her name yet, looked at you from time to time, checking how you got the drink out of the corner of her eye. When you caught her staring at you, she smiled shyly with her perfect dimple and went back to her work. Your night was going to be great. You were sure of that.

     LAST NIGHT

   You tried to go to the bar almost every day after meeting the red-haired girl, but all this college stuff was throwing you off. It was getting harder for you to do the assignment given to you without being sober, but luckily, you somehow finished them all, or rather you had them done, and the only thing left was that you owed a meal to the people you had them do. It wasn't much of a problem either, you weren't really interested in school anyway. If there' was one thing you were really into right then, it was that bartender whose name you finally learned. Ellie.

   You had a more than good relationship with Ellie. After the bar closed, you or she were always so busy telling each other things that you didn't even know how the time passed. Sometimes one of you said something embarrassing and you blushed up your ass, but you got used to it. Ellie was a really nice person. Although what he's been through isn't very good. You loved her. You actually thought there was something more than something. Maybe love?

  You drank as you spoke , even drank to the hilt, and didn't hesitate to do silly things. It's like you were made for each other. The way Ellie looked at you in those eyes was so deep, longing and eager that you couldn't help yourself. She had no intention of keeping it to her either.

 That evening, you happily entered the bar again, with the comfort of finishing your homework. Before you walk right in, you take a look at yourself in the mirror and rejoice at how sexy you look. Impressing Ellie was easier than you thought.   It had already been so easy for her to influence you, which was an indisputable issue. Since the moment you saw the girl, or rather every time you saw her, your palms were sweating madly and you were trying hard not to jump on her.

  Sensual and insane.

  You quickened your steps towards where she was, but it wasn't that easy from the people dancing around you. You wanted to go to her right away and explain why you didn't come yesterday. You sat down on the chair in disappointment when you looked to the side where she always stood and saw that she wasn't even there, that there was no one in her place. However, you wanted this evening to be different from other evenings. You looked around with hope.

  "Lookin' for me, babe? “ Your eyes widened at her voice and you almost jumped on her, but that was not possible because of the table in front of you. If you had done something like that, you would probably have gone to the ground with embarrassment. “ Where were you? “ He shrugged his shoulders and waved her hand as saying never mind.

   “ Usual? “ “ Yeah, but your usual. I- I want yours. “ She nodded and quickly prepared the drink and placed it in front of you. This attraction between you was driving you crazy, you wanted it more and more each time. You wanted to explain yourself. “ I had some work to do yesterday, so- “ “ It's okay. You don't have to explain yourself to me.” 

  You took a sip of your drink and nodded at her understanding. You didn't even know exactly what was going on between you guys, and what was this willingness to explain yourself? You may have been nothing more than a friend to her, but at the same time, it didn't feel that way at all. Maybe you were having such thoughts in your head. You couldn't even taste the drink you were drinking properly anymore because of the tingling in your stomach. With a grimace, you pushed the drink away from you. “Hey. What- what about doing something different tonight? I mean If you want to. “ She smiled and nodded as her beautiful dimples came out.

  “Yeah, of course babe. “ You were used to her calling you babe, it didn't seem like anything different anymore. She started saying this word the day after you met, but each time it aroused different feelings in you. It's like the pain you feel in your lower side. Every time you tried to ignore it,  was difficult as Ellie talked or touched somewhere on you. You didn't want this night to be the usual. You wanted tonight to be different.

  “ Well, let's not drink the usual one then If we're doing the different things.”

 In a sexy stride that makes you feel like it's slow motion ,she leaned in front of the table, leaned close to your ear, and in a sexy voice, she said "Let our bodies talk If we're doing the unusual, baby. " . She bit your earlobe without pulling back. You shuddered and your eyes opened wide at what he said. That's when you realized that your feelings were not reciprocated. You were happy about this and with the excitement and some joy inside you started to wait for the closing of the bar with excitement.

  After a few hours of waiting, it was finally the closing time of the bar and almost everyone had left. Ellie had taken you and herself to her apartment above the bar to change, and you were watching her take off her clothes on the edge of her bed. She was moving slowly again, but you couldn't really stand it anymore.   The pain under you was growing more and more, it was making you squirm badly.

 Just as she was taking off her pants, you jumped on her and quickly pushed her onto the bed. You pulled off the trousers that she had taken off in half and took them off her feet and immediately started to take off your own top. She put her hands on top of your, tooking off your shirt, tossed it aside to be not found in the morning. Her eyes lit up when she saw your breasts overflowing from the edge of your bra. She lifted her head from the bed and  sucked on there, turning you into a whirlwind with little kisses. “ Fuck baby you're so fuckin' beautiful and you're mine, right? “ You nooded your head and kissed her as you leaned down on her and moaned to her lips. Your kiss was soft but sensual. It was almost unbearable, and you both knew it.

 “ I want to fuck you, Ellie. “ “You and me both , babygirl. “ You groaned against her word. You split both of Ellie's legs, kissing both of them separately before coming to her clit. It was like she was writhing on you. You are satisfied. You quickly peeled off her panties from her leg and buried your mouth there in no time. “Fuck, baby your mouth. Fuck it's so good. “ She ran her fingers through your hair and made you press yourself against her. You pulled your mouth out of there and spit on your fingers and stuck two fingers in her hole without practice.    Although she cried out in pain, she got used to it later and this time she started to moan with pleasure.

  “Y/N, I don't wanna come yet. Please let me fuck you too. “ Without raising your mouth too much, you said ” Me first, Ellie. I want to devour you. You're so tasty. “

 “ I want to know how you taste too, baby. Please. “ You groaned and let her lay you on your back.

  You can't remember when you got so undressed and came close to having an orgasm, but the best orgasm of your life was about to await you.

   She sat with her legs spread out and took you in her lap. You brought your hands to her beautiful little face and deepened your kiss. You took your place by her leg and started rubbing yourself on her. “Yes babygirl, keep goin'. Good girl. “   Saying these things only made you go faster. Her leg was terribly wet, but she didn’t even care.

  When she least expected it, you stuck your fingers in her hole as you continued to kiss her. She groaned and thrust her hips against your fingers, which also made your leg wobble, making it even easier for you to rub. You were so close. Your moans and pleasure screams filled the room.

   “Fuck baby. Yess. Come on. Cum for me. “

   “Ellie!” you shouted, mixed with a moan. “I can't no more. “

   “I know baby. Cu-Cum for me. “

  After that, you both came convulsively. Your legs were sore and cramped from too much rubbing. Ellie had already thrown herself  into bed and she was out of breath. You laughed and got on top of her. After placing one last small kiss on her lips, you wrapped your arms around each other and surrendered yourself to sleep.

#the last of us remake #the last of us part 2 #the last of us imagine #ellie williams #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie the last of us #tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou part ii #tlou modern au #modern au #smut #tlou remake #joel miller #joel miller x reader #request #joel x reader #joel x you #ellie x dina #tlou imagine #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #x reader

[makur0]

hii could i request a mao x fem reader where reader is getting behind on their work for school, and the concepts are all just too hard for her! :( so mao offers to tutor her to the best of his ability~ but soon enough, that tutoring session turns into a hopeless one as reader gets more and more lazy.. so then mao decides to let her sit on his cock while studying!! get the answer right, he lets her move a little bit for both of their pleasure. get the answer wrong, he makes her sit absolutely still. but who is he kidding, he can’t control himself and ends up making love to her anyway!

“I can’t help myself, you look so pretty…”

synopsis — he sees you struggling with your schoolwork, so he tries to help. of course, things don't go as intended and soon you're bent over... [mao isara x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. semi-exhibitionism, penetration, cockwarming, edging, praise, sexual frusturation, breeding (mentioned), slightly obsessive behavior

author's note — I LOVE MAO I LOVE HIM HES MY KIN MY EVERYTHING GOD SEND ME A MAN LIKE HIM *says this while scrolling through mao cgs ahem*

word count — 1591

"[NAME]... YOU'RE FAILING."

You were in the Student Council office of Yumenosaki Academy after school hours, accompanied by the president himself, Mao Isara. His gaze stern yet sympathetic, he glanced at your careless figure slouched against the chair.

"[name]," He repeated, more firmly. "You have to change something soon, or you're going to be thrown out of the school."

...Even though that would be more of a fuss than having her fail nearly all of her classes. Not only would they lose a precious student in the Producer course, but he wouldn't have a chance...

"I don't have time to study, so therefore I don't pass," You shrugged, eye twitching. "And I don't have the patience nor the brain capacity for this shit-"

"Language. Please," Mao interjected, sighing. "Look, I know it's hard for somebody like you, but there are so many other students here in Yumenosaki and they persevere through it. You're a great student, I think you'll be able to succeed if you had your mind on it."

Crossing your arms, you broke off your eye contact with him, trying to hide your hurt gaze. He was right- you could have done so much better if you set yourself a goal, but with everything else going on in your life you didn't think you wanted to spare the energy for this... all you wanted to do was to just graduate and run off. What's so bad about that?

"How-" He cleared his throat. "How about I see your work? I think I may be able to help you."

Staring at him, brushing off his almost flustered look, you hummed and dragged your bag over, digging through it and bringing out your stuffed folder. Mao grimaced at the sheer number of packets, sheets, and overall papers that seem to be spilling out from every corner. Sliding it over to his side of the desk and opening it, he skimmed through the pile. Fortunately you did try to start most of the pages, but nearly all of them were unfinished.

"Here," He pulled out a blank worksheet. "Why don't you bring your chair over here and we can start on this one? This seems fairly easy."

"To you," You muttered under your breath, but you followed his directions and sat next to his Council chair, resting your arm on one of the rests.

Much to Mao's relief you didn't seem to argue about every little thing he listed off... but you didn't even try to answer them yourself. It got even worse when they barely made it through half of the first page, him having to constantly remind you to pay attention or reiterate several of his questions. It was like the more he got frustrated, the more you grew tired and lazy.

But he didn't want to give up on you. A part of his brain was almost... fantasizing. If he somehow solved your studying problem, would you like him? His heart jumped at the thought of you being thankful towards him, expressing your joy. Could this really be his chance?

He first had to just figure out how to make you focused on studying.

A loud whine shook him out of his thoughts. "It's not working, Isara," You complained. "Can I just leave? Please-"

"Ah, no!" He said, almost too quickly. You raised an eyebrow at his antics, and he brushed them off with a slightly embarrassed look. "I-I actually have a method of helping you..."

"If it's me getting dick then I'm up for it, but-" Faltering at your sudden joke, you stared at the red blossoming on Mao's face, almost matching his maroon hair. "Uh, Isara? I was joking..."

The President coughed into his fist, still extremely flustered. "I mean- if you think that would work we could definitely try..."

You stared at him. Did you really joke about sex that much that he took it seriously? You didn't even mention it once until now! What on earth...

The awkward tension arose and became almost suffocating until you finally opened your mouth. "I guess we could give it a go...? If you're alright with it, of course."

Mao swallowed, nodding quickly as he gestured to his lap. You stood up, but kept your eyes glued onto the desk, feeling your cheeks heating up as you heard him fuss with his belt and pants.

"You can sit down now..." He said quietly, and lifting your skirt up you lowered yourself on him, feeling his hands resting on your hips to guide you.

Suddenly glad that he couldn't see your expression, your eyes flew wide open and you bit your lip quickly.

He- oh god, how big is he?!

"A-alright then," Mao stuttered, looking over your shoulder and snaking his arms under yours to reach his desk. "Here, you get a question right and then you can- move. Get it wrong and sit still."

You already were struggling not to grind against him. Already a few seconds in and you were crying mentally. And the fact you couldn't see Mao's own expression...

Sighing, you tried to focus on the worksheet in front of you, your grip on the pen tightening. Thank the gods it was an easy question you couldn't mess up. Quickly scrawling out your answer, you tapped on Mao for him to check it, anxious energy radiating from the both of you.

"Yes," He breathed out, sounding relieved. "That's correct. Nice jobmm-" A stuttered groan left him as you immediately started to move, your head dipping as you pleased yourself. But as soon as you started Mao's hands grabbed your hips, slowing you down. "Start- on the next question now."

Looking through blurred eyes you glanced at the next question, and your throat parched.

Welp, this was it.

---

Your face was scrunched up in frustration and helplessness as you sat completely still on Mao's cock, your hands clenching and releasing as you used basically all of your willpower not to snap and just move. If you looked behind you, the President's eyes were half-lidded, biting his lip as he tried to push down his rising neediness. He really didn't expect it to be this bad when he tried this idea. Of course he was tempted to just accept your wrong answer, but he still had a shred of dignity left, and forced you to keep trying until you got the right answer.

How long were you in this? Thirty, forty minutes? You couldn't really think because your mind was in shambles. When you either had personal sessions or with somebody else (which was rare) you were quick to give you the pleasure you wanted, you needed. So to say the least, because you were basically being edged the only thing you could think about right now was how much you needed that orgasm.

"Here," You said shortly, almost slapping Mao as you showed him your paper, pleading that you were finally correct after so many failed tries.

Hazy green eyes looked at the paper, also wishing that the right answer was in front of him, but life was basically sucked out of him as his gaze fell on one, just one incorrect factor.

Fuck.

"It's wrong isn't it..." You whined, collapsing your torso on the desk and tossing your pen away. "I can't get it right! It's too hard!"

Panicked, Mao reached over to you to try to comfort you, but he had accidentally flipped your skirt over and revealed the scene under it. As soon as he saw it, he combusted.

Slick had started to pool out and decorate his pelvis, glinting brightly back at him. He saw your thighs twitching constantly, dotted with sweat.

That was his breaking point.

"Isara- ugh!" A shocked moan left you as you felt the male stand up behind you and suddenly thrust into you, causing you to grip the desk tightly. After all this time of staying still, you weren't the one to break, he was. He started fucking you erratically, small, whiny grunts leaving him. Soon enough noises of your own started to spill, but one of his hands went up to your mouth and shoved his fingers in there, muffling you.

"I'm sorry, sorry..." he mumbled against your back, his eyes scrunched up. "I can't help myself, you look so pretty..."

Due to the sensitivity before you came immediately, then was shoved harshly into overstimulation as Mao didn't seem to slow down at all. Your eyes fluttered close, drooling all over the male's fingers as your knees buckled, your only support now being the arm wrapped around your hips.

This was like a dream come true to him... well, sexualized of course. The way you tightened around him was almost like a verbal acceptance of his love to you. This was it, wasn't it? You were basically his now.

An unhinged moan left him as he orgasmed, green eyes dilating as he watched his seed fill you up and spill out, carelessly running down your shaking thighs.

You still laid over his desk, breathing heavily as he reached over and kissed you on the lips, smiling to himself as you immediately accepted it.

"How 'bout this..." He grabbed the worksheet and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it into his wastebasket. "A new game. The longer you stay quiet, the more we can keep going~ I’d be able to fill up you up, fill you up so well…”

"Fuckin' hell-" You sighed loudly. "Yes. Please, please—

"Atta girl... I knew I chose the right one.”

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #mao isara #mao isara x reader #mao isara smut

[clyde49]

I've been writing Space Ghost fanfiction. If you don't want to leave Tumblr the fic is under the read more

“You know some days I wish we were just boring lesbians.”

Moltar was reeling after what he considered another epic battle with his nemesis Space Ghost. They saw each other by random chance in the parking lot of this, kinda dive buffet restaurant on the edge of town and Space Ghost had chased Moltar to an empty parking lot a few blocks down. They battled each other for a bit before once again they both got tuckered out and just crashed on the sidewalk. Space Ghost typically said some sort of weird shit afterwards but “boring lesbians” was a new one.

“What?”

Space Ghost just laid on his back looking up before gesturing his head to look at his adversary as much as he could without sitting up. He wasn't as scuffed up after the fight as Moltar wanted but he rarely was.

“Like, some days I wish we could both be mundane women who love each other and sit around watching movies or whatever lesbians do. Instead of just doing this every time we see each other outside of work. Like don't get me wrong I love combat to the death until we both get tired, but like. In another life we are probably both just people who love each other instead of freaks that beat each other up.”

“If we were boring lesbians we'd both wish we were aliens freaks beating eachother up.”

There was a moment of silence before Space Ghost responded.

“You think so?”

“Trust me. I've talked to enough lesbians, most of them I've met want to be kaijus.”

Moltar let it bubble in his head that none of his problems would really go away if he was a human woman. if anything he'd have more problems. He'd still worry about his family hating him and social awkwardness and his job. He just knows he'd get in more trouble when he sets shit on fire. Supervillains always get more mileage out of crime than normal people.

“It's a “grass is always greener” thing, Ghost. Plus I don't think there's anything lesbians can do that we can't.”

Moltar looked back at where Space Ghost was only to see that he was starting to stand back up.

“That's true, but It would be nice to just hang out for once. Watch a movie or play a board game or something.”

“We can hang out, I'm busy tomorrow but-”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

Moltar processed if Space Ghost was just really curious about his schedule or accusing him of planning something illegal. Regardless, the shithead was walking towards him.

“Me and the boys were going to the arcade. They got this new fish game we are all excited to try.”

“Could I come with you?”

“Dude it's going to be like, Zorak and Metallus.”

“I know them.”

Moltar let out a heavy sigh as the disaster of how bringing Space Ghost as a one plus would go formed in his imagination. Zorak was more than enough to worry about. Moltar knew if he brought both the bug and the ghost to the arcade with him that the “Fishmaster XD: Fish of Darkness” machine wouldn't make it long enough for anyone to enjoy the new game.

“They don't like you. Technically, I don't even like you. If anything I hate you more than I hate most people.“

Space Ghost was hovering over Moltar at that point and Moltar could tell by the sad sack look on his face he was debating between helping him up, kicking him while he was down or just leaving.

“Would you like me if I was normal?”

Moltar laughed at that one.

“I wouldn't even look at you if you were normal.”

The Ghosts expression softened.

“Well I'm glad I'm Space Ghost then.”

Space Ghost offered Moltar a hand and Moltar graciously took the support as he stood back up himself.

For a while they just stood there together, looking at each other. Space Ghost always had this faint, almost glow to him. Moltar didn't have an exact word for it, but it was like he had VHS warmth filtered over his personal aura. Moltar knew himself to also be glowing and warm on the inside, underneath his hazard suit, but most people wouldn't know that. The Ghost would, but most people wouldn't. Space Ghost broke the silence after a long moment.

“How often do we do this?”

“Huh?”

“Our whole “fighting randomly in public” thing?”

“I think this is the fifth time in three months.”

Space Ghost seemed to look over at nothing before looking back at Moltar.

“Hey Moltar, did you eat dinner before we started this? because I didn't and I'm still hungry. If anything I'm hungrier now. How about you?”

Moltar would never admit it but he was really glad Space Ghost asked.

“yeah sorry about that, I haven't eaten yet either. I just saw ya and.”

“You threw a fireball at me and yelled a lot so I started chasing you, and we both know the rest.”

“Yeah”

“Yeah”

Space Ghost started doing that dumb little smile he always did when a thought somehow snuck into his brain without shriveling up on the way in and had been flourishing for a bit in his empty skull.

“You know Moltar, if you're still hungry, I'll buy for us both. if you would want to share a table with me”

Moltar would never admit this either, but even after everything, he felt giddy about the idea of dinner with Space Ghost.

“Eh, why not, as long as you're buying.”

“I have more than enough cash for two all-you-can-eat meals and a good tip. Plus I've got some ones if you want to try their crane machine game.”

“I've tried it, it kinda sucks but I'll gladly waste your money on it anyway.”

They both looked around the empty parking lot they found themselves in.

“Ok, what direction was the restaurant again?”

Moltar hummed to himself a bit.

“I have no idea.”

#space ghost #space ghost coast to coast #moltar #adult swim #sgc2c #Adult Swim fanfiction

[artemisiasthings]

bookbinding question: how did you format the pages so that they read in the correct order when stacked and folded into signatures?

Hi! I use Word to create my signatures and typeset them to read like a book. I followed amazing tutorials from Hana Bobb on TikTok - I'd really recommend looking at her content but here's the bare bones! (If you use other applications this probably won't be as helpful for you, I'm sorry!)

First things first, you need to get your word document set up. From the top ribbon, go to Layout, then select Margins > Custom Margins which will open a page setup popup window. Here are the page size, margins, and layout settings I use:

My margins are set based on US Letter sized paper. I find that they're not too big but allowed me to trim the foredges and don't eat up the text in the spine.

HOWEVER, if you're typesetting a really large fic, you're going to want to increase your side margins! For example, I am typesetting a tandem read of TRTTD/ATWT that is 900+ pages and my side margins are .65" to compensate for the deeper, rounded spine and the amount I'll have to trim off the foredge.

If you're uncertain if you like your margins, you can do test prints of the first signature to see how your margins end up looking.

Our page orientation is landscape because, although we want our individual pages to be portrait, each landscape page will have two portrait pages.

By setting the "multiple pages" setting to book fold, you will automatically print into signatures that you can then sew and glue into a book.

Sheets per booklet is really personal preference, just in mind that one sheet of paper is equal to FOUR book pages (two front and two back). So my 32 page booklets take 8 sheets of paper. Some people do 7, others do up to 10! It's harder to punch holes in 8+ pages of signatures, but easier to sew in my opinion.

From here, you can input your text! You can post the raw html from AO3 into the document which which bring over the text and general formatting, and you can format chapters, headings, title pages, etc. from there. This is a time consuming process but is really helpful when familiarizing yourself with how typesetting works. If you do go with this option, I'd again recommend Hana Bobb's detailed tutorials - she goes over incredible info for newbies and I wouldn't be half as good as I am without her guidance.

If you're not interested in deep diving on typesetting, you can do what I do now which is use a Word macro from the macro mommy herself - Blak Books Bindery.

She has some incredible macros which allow you to quickly and easily add text dividers, drop caps, and so much more to your typesets! The one I use the most is her "Raw-Text Formatting" macro which allows you to copy raw text directly from AO3 into the word document and turn it into a formatted typeset through computer magic. I usually just use this as a starting point and heavily adjust the aesthetics from there, but it saves so much time moving author notes, formatting chapters into sections, adding title and publishing pages, etc.

After your typeset is formatted how you want it, you can print it! I typically go into File > Print and select "Print to PDF."

This allows you to save the document as a PDF. You can print directly from Word but I haven't tried it since people say it really messes up the formatting.

Your finished typeset file should look something like this:

Just print this double sided with "flip on the short edge" selected, and start folding! Even if you're super confident about your typeset, I would highly recommend test printing your first signature on paper you don't care about. I've caught misaligned page numbers, margin issues, and other problems this way and saved myself the headache and reams of paper.

That's it! I hope this answered your question, I went probably went overboard but I'm not sure what knowledge you're working with so I wanted to be thorough. If you or anyone else has any other questions, feel free to reach out through asks or DMs!

#my stuff #fanficbookbinding #fic binding #bookbinding #tutorial #typesetting #asks #bookbinding tutorial #typesetting tutorial

[s0urfangs]

I could hand you Tai for the match up thing but he's horrifically undate-able (a challenge)

Necromancer, deep in his studies, knows too much (literally been around since pre searing) technically an eligible bachelor through being a widower but has a few horrible literal skeletons in his closet regarding that

Only really interested in people if they bring something new to the table that interests him

(also he has a little nightmare courtier assistant who's smitten for him who he barely gives the time of day who may or may not try to sabotage any attempts lol)

A CHALLENGE? ALRIGHT. I have bad taste and so does Fedsy.

Ok. so. First things first. We are going to have a problem with that nightmare court assistant. They’re the lot that gave Feds what he colloquially calls vampirism and he will indiscriminately kill them. They either have to die, or Tai has to be interesting enough for Fedsy to ignore it. 

Despite the fact he’s having a time. Fedsy does feel/is quite lonely, at least during the start of HoT. He’s a little vulnerable. Bad combination! I simply do not think he would be able to resist harassing Tai about magic and such, but would be sure to keep his facade up. No vulnerability. None. You get the full bratty little bastard. Maybe he only noticed him at first after inflicting violence upon his assistant and was like hm, interesting. Anyway. Things that could interest him from Tai? Necromancer. Came back from the dead. Doesn’t have a connection to the pale tree. 

WHY? Well. Fedsys dream is fucked up. He has vampirism. He wants it GONE. He will commit a few crimes for this to happen. He figures it’s for the greater good. Also… he’s just curious about anything and everything he can use, especially to further either his mesmer magic or alchemy. 

So. bullies him into helping him cure the vampirism. (Or at least, that’s what he’s telling himself.) Fedsy is good with people, so I do believe he’d recognise how Tai works. Hi. I killed an entire dragon. Not interested? Not interested in how a little guy murders an entire dragon? Man. your loss. I’m literally in the pact. Also I’ve got this disease and it's kind of cool. Bite people sometimes. Do you ever just wanna see a guy go apeshit? Bet your little shit of an assistant can’t do THAT. I can almost imagine him trying to latch onto him for some form of protection in that godsforsaken jungle. Hey. hey. You wouldn't wanna lose a valid specimen right. RIGHT? PLEASE. PLEASE I HATE IT HERE. I’LL DO ANYTHING PLE

He would not mention the egg. No way. He’s not an irredeemable villain. As long as it only hurts himself that's fine. 

EERM. ARGUABLY, I WENT OFF TOPIC. DATING HIM? Yes, if the manipulation for information doesn’t work, he would try flirting. Hell, he might do it anyway just to entertain himself and make him feel a bit more in control. You have to approach him like a nervous dog with genuine feelings but if you just want a fling AND it’d help him get info? AND he doesn’t have to be alone in the hell jungle? Yeah, sure, it is not difficult. You can bully him. It's fine he’s got no self preservation. He likes it a little. He thinks it's hot and he needs and craves validation in that way all the time. Sighs. Fedsy, babe. Stop it.

.... Also he's got a little bit of a thing for nerds. And just more composed/quieter people in general. Likes to try break that composure. watch out watch out watch ou-

#excuse the fact theres not much romantically in there #id have had to start guessing and didnt wanna ANNHIALATE ur guy so #just BLURTED whatever came to mind #god. maybe i should use readmores #anyway feds is going to provoke tai until he gets what he wants or gets killed probably #u kno how it is. its fine #i hope you all know me for my ridiculously long ask responses by now >:3 #ocposting #Tai #ask game #silvpost #oc:fedsy

[the-firebird69]

I think it's really funny that he has this grocery store idea and is to find the most money items and you're giving a list of restrictions and it's going to be tough you have to be a thinker it's like a complicated game of Tetris and I have stuff to add to it. You can have bonus points if you arrive early and you can have a bonus point of like 10 that would be like $10 and if you fill your basket up you get a bonus point if you fill it with items that are not filling but will probably limit it to food stuffs and there's a whole bunch of other things I like to get to the bottom and put the hell that is or other people too as well and it sounds like a good time and hectic and they used to have shows like it and people got frequently really into it crazy crazy women and crazy men grocery shopping. There's a lot of ideas and really nice places like that so we are going to start setting it up so people can get going on items that are useful and it looks like someone salvaged the furniture from UMass that our son destroyed and yeah it takes strength because curling it and it was quite a scene.

He did throw it out the window to try and hide it and they took it away actually it didn't hide it to a degree

-and the guys are saying it was them but it was different people trying to use it against him it's a huge day going on today and it is going to be interesting and yeah Tommy f is the one who grabbed it apparently he will figure that out it looks different he says and you have to sand it after joining it so it's kind of screwed it all up what kind of cheesy before though

-is a few other things happening today one of them is we are going into a new era of conflicts the pseudo empire is under a strict attack they are going after just about every pseudo empire person no but started and there attacking the bunkers in the eastern hemisphere and they were down to a low percentage 35% or 40% and they're taking already several areas have the bunkers to about 30%, so it's slowing down but they're going to increase their attacks shortly and on the caverns

-feel like planned to do today and it's starting to turn on we have a whole bunch of people that are a problem and we're going after them and we are taking care of it but right now we are experiencing a lot of pressure from clones and we're going to have discussions with them sort of shortly too so to all we wish you good day and I'm going to start working on a couple of these projects I think the first one is going to be the design competition and it's going to be fun and he wants to call it the chopper shootout and they do call it those things we'll have to look at carefully we might want to tone it down a little this chopper competition and it's going to be pretty huge

Thor Freya

Chopper shootout is a bit aggressive but it is what it is and that's what they call it but people are kind of tired of that it is a bit much. And we might call it chopper design competition program and it will kind of be cool name or a chopper Nationals or something like that or international chopper or so he's not really got a good idea what to do but we sort of understand what you're saying it's several different groups doing it they're all over America and it would be a competition in the states call USA chopper in the show would be explained and you wouldn't hear it's a competition until you watch it that's a good way to do it I kind of like it too so I'm going to put forward this idea

Zig Zag

That's great Chris chopper shootout and start off on the right foot says I can't help it I'm a baby with testosterone of a senile old man and I'm not senile. These things are coming to true now they're happening all the time and already happened there's more things happening too he's sitting there alone and these guys are going to finally show up which is good but we have to get working but I want to be part of this chopper competition and he said you're on my team and we've got to face the world thankfully we have our cadre and so great that's good news and I like it and we can go to the mall and you can be my Mall and that's ridiculous but okay we can do that and he wants the island next bike it's always been after that thing. I don't like the easy Rider ones that one I like it's the Tommy F1 it's the Vincent it's because he's shooting at my loved one is making me very angry I might actually do that write a Vincent by him and I want number one it's one of those Mexican skull masks and I think that he's a little nervous about that. He thinks it's intriguing and hot and pretty cool looking and a lot of women will probably start doing it again they used to do it they don't do the white face but they do other stuff it does look pretty intense

Hera AKA Katya hehe proper spelling please and it's not okay this is how you spell it Katia and I'm sure that's what it is makes a big difference

I'm going to prove these ideas and we're going to get going on it and the competition is a good idea

Olympus

[psychelis-new]

Vent I guess?

/Bc you seem like a wise person/

So... me and my bff had an off and on friendship for approximately 5 years, we are on good terms now but she seems dry... and I really still see her as my bff but it doesn't look like the feeling is mutual

On the other hand if something really really bad happens I call her and she comforts me without hesitation(recently there were times like those)...nevertheless our situation

It's so awful because it's like she is there but she isn't

And her birthday comes too and I don't know anything anymore

It's been so long since we didn't celebrate her birthday though, covid and all... :(

/End of vent/

Okay I'll make some guesses (no tarots or anything), but you know the best way is not trying to imagine what the reason for her behaviour can be but actually take a minute and talk things out with her, right? Like, tell her your impressions, how you feel, ask her how she feels... especially this last thing. And let your intuition (not fears/ego) guide you through her answer. Don't stress her if there's something she doesn't wanna talk about ofc. Some things take time.

You said you had an on and off relationship with her, so what is the reason for this according to you? And was it okay for the both of you? (sometimes relationships, especially friendship, can be like this. I probably wouldn't call the other person a bff but hey, it could be. The moment you both are okay with having a specific type of relationship, it's perfect). Have you talked things out before or while you were getting back on good terms?

You said when you need support/help/comfort from her she always answer you, but what do you do or have you done for her in these years? Are you there for her as well? Do you ask her how she feels, does she know she can trust you to help her and support her when she needs? Do you comfort her back? She may feel like a burden, or fear being judged, or is used to be the tough independent person, and probably don't want to share her problems or worries, but relationships need to be balanced: when one only gives to the other and never gets anything back, it only becomes draining and stressing. You reach a point in which, even if it breaks you, you cannot afford to give anymore and need to take time for yourself, away from the relationship. Or even end it if it's too much (but the on & off could be caused by this. I'm not saying it's the reason, but maybe one of the causes? IDK. I'm just guessing randomly).

Seeing her birthday is coming you can try to take advantage of this situation and do something nice for her: she's your bestie so you know if she'd like to party and how, or what type of gifts she wants (even if things in the recent years may have changed, at the core we're generally still the same person: we just want someone to show us love and appreciation or support, in whatever way we may need that. We just want to know we're not alone or being used, and that we're worthy, in the end. And sometimes we seek this external validation in unhealthy ways, like second guessing ourselves, people pleasing and/or expecting that others can read our minds). If you're unsure, take time to know her now. Talk with her, as I mentioned above. Know her really. Deep down. Especially about what is going on in her life; and listen to her. Maybe have a walk together and do something you know she might enjoy. But be patient cause if she's someone used to keep to herself it won't be easy (but ofc being her bestie you know this well). Respect her time and boundaries. And again, talk with her. Appreciate her. Have you ever told her how much you care about her? Like really, how much you appreciate her, have you told her? Try. Sometimes we leave our feelings implied and this lets insecurities and low self confidence take over: it's good both for us and the other person to hear them being said out loud. And be there for her ofc.

Not sure if you can find any inspiration in this answer, but I hope things can work out well for you. Take care

#. #other

[whiskehorange]

If request r closed ignore this but i been feelin lil bit down but can we get a soft side of sum slashers

Comforting your sick ass

Jason

He hopes that you sleep the day off or just take it easy. Jason has no problem taking over any tasks/chores for you during the time being so please don't worry about things not getting done. Firewood is something he takes over once you have fallen asleep and he does it fast, carrying you out into the living room once he's gotten a fire started and it's nice and toasty, wrapping you up in blankets and pulling an end table to the side for you to rest your drinks. He'll make homemade soup, it's something he's made when he was younger so you don't have to worry about not being able to eat, Jason makes sure of that.

Michael

While Michael is more likely to leave you at home alone rather than wait until your asleep to fetch your needs, he's very quick with it. Remember, he can drive so it's not like his ass will be speed walking down the sidewalk to the pharmacy. While he's out he brings home groceries of food, painkillers, drinks, and anything you told him to bring before he left. He does quietly make you soup or something very warm and easy on the throat while you get comfy either on the couch or in the bed. Michael is very adamant on you staying still rather than up and walking and will guide you back to sit down if you do get up

Thomas

This is the last place you'd ever want to get sick, especially with the lack of resources and the... "dusty" atmosphere. Thomas absolutely demands that you stay up in the bedroom the entire day, it's the only room that you and have actually been able to clean and make look like it could be in anyone's house. Luda Mae has your cooking needs on call if Thomas gives her the word and Hoyt will eventually be persuaded into going to town for painkillers if they don't have any lying around. He's let off the hook for today to spend the day being your delivery boy, but he doesn't mind. Thomas also takes the time to shower that day to make sure he doesn't bring anything outside in and washes his hands just about every time he comes out or is about to come back into the room for you

Bo

Great, another person he has to look out for for the next week or so. He'll get over it throughout the day but will still give you the classic Bo attitude. He brings you the tissues and soup you asked for only for you to tell him you need something to drink as well? Oh for God's sake why didn't you tell him that earlier? It's definitely tough love that he's giving you, I promise, the last thing he wants is for you to be sick. He's more upset at your immune system than you, but that's besides the point. With a little begging and puppy-dog eyes he'll stay home with you for the day and will most likely just fall asleep not-so-quietly next to you. Honestly, if you need something while he's asleep, right when he wakes up he's the nicest and most gentle sounding with you. Agreeing to get up and get you something in a groggy voice, he doesn't have the time to form any anger or attitude this way, how lovely

Hannibal

Please, Hannibal doesn't need to hear anything from you about what you might need because he's already gotten it ready and prepared for you. He has no problem signing out of work for the day or two, spending the early morning while you still silently sleep to run errands and prepare your meals for the day. Once you do wake he's beside you in bed, reading or "researching" until you're ready to start your sluggish day. He does insist that you move around a bit or sit by the window for a while to get some sun and fresh air and firmly tells you not to enter the kitchen, it wouldn't be sanitary. He'll take a warm bath with you around noon, bathing and drying your hair for you gently before setting up your lunch. He'll permit you to eat in bed this once without consequence, just for you. Don't put it past him to drug you throughout the day though to have you fall asleep and get the sickness out of you faster. Of course by the time you do wake your meal is ready, you must still eat your courses even if it's only a few bites. If you don't finish it can always be eaten a little later

#jason vorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #bo sinclair x reader #hannibal x reader #slasher x reader

[imaginejamesandsirius]

I have a personal HC that James is ND (as he is arguably ND-coded and I'm ND and loveee projecting). Basically neurodivergent (Autism and/or OCD) James with Sirius trying and learning to be understanding and supportive. Any AUs that you'd like whether that be no magic, modern, etc. Can be established relationship or getting together. I don't mind. Thank you so much :)

Sirius knew James pretty well, he thought. That being said, he'd noticed things and then written them off. Everyone had quirks, he told himself. So what if he didn't really understand why James did the things he did? Sirius liked all of his shoes to be organised in a certain way, and James never said anything. It hardly made a difference to Sirius when James would put food away in the cupboard with all the labels facing out instead of throwing them in like Sirius did.

He really didn't think it was anything severe. They both cared about different things. Sometimes one of them would care about things being arranged a specific way when the other didn't much care. He barely gave it a thought.

It wasn't a problem until they moved in together instead of staying the night at the others all the time. They'd lived together for a couple years when they were teenagers, so he'd thought it would be fine. There would be a few bumps to smooth over since they were not only adults, but living together as a couple and not mates. He knew to expect that.

What he did not expect was how upset James got with him over the state of the living room one night.

"I know it's a mess, but I'll clean it in the morning," Sirius said.

James clenched his hands, unclenched, then back again. "I'd really prefer if we fixed it now."

"It's late," he replied, a touch incredulously. James was the one that had come in and said that they should go to bed right now or else they'd both be cranky in the morning. When he saw that the reminder of the time did exactly nothing to sway him, he put an arm around his shoulders. "Hey," he said in a low voice. "I know it's a mess, and I shouldn't have let it get this bad. I promise it won't happen again, and that I'll clean it in the morning before I go to work. Okay? Cross my heart. I'll get it in the morning, so let's just go to bed."

There was a long pause, when Sirius worried that James was mad at him. But eventually he said, "Fine. Let's go."

"I love you," Sirius said, because it didn't look like James was all that happy with him, and he usually liked the reminder.

James shot him a smile. It was tense around the edges, but it was genuine. "I love you too."

He thought that was the end of it and fell asleep.

He woke up in the middle of the night. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. He rolled over and stretched out an arm, wanting to check where James was, just to reassure himself that he was still there. It was something he'd done a hundred times, and James was almost always there. On the odd occasion, he was in the loo.

Not having him there made Sirius rouse a little more to wakefulness, and he propped himself up. Their door was open-- no surprise there. There was a glow down the hallway like the light in their living room was on, so he got to his feet and shuffled into the living room. He winced a little at the light and rubbed at one eye as he squinted through the other. "What're you doing?" he asked.

James froze like he'd been caught doing something wrong. "Erm. Nothing?"

"Yeah, that wasn't suspicious at all." More accustomed to the light now, he looked around. "You cleaned," he said flatly.

"I-" James wrung his hands together nervously. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd do it for you so you wouldn't have to rush around in the morning," he lied.

"I'm not a child. You don't have to clean up after me. I said that I'd do it in the morning, and I meant it."

"I know you would've," James said.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I- it's- I just couldn't stop thinking about it. That's all. It's absolutely nothing to do with you, I just couldn't get to sleep knowing that our living room looked like that."

"Then you should've said something," Sirius insisted, feeling frustrated. Too frustrated, actually, but he knew that was because he woke up in the middle of the night and was grumpy about it now. He tried not to take it out on James as he responded. "If you'd told me that it bothered you that much, I would've done it before we went to bed."

"I didn't think it would matter," James admitted. "I thought if I ignored it, it would be fine, and then, well." He made a helpless gesture to the room around them. He was pretty much done with cleaning it up. There was only a couple piles left that were already organised and simply needed to be put in their proper spot on the bookshelf.

"Here, I'll get it," he said, holding his hands out for the books.

James hesitated for a second, then picked them up and passed them over.

"Thanks," Sirius said, even though he wasn't feeling very gracious. He'd feel better when he actually got up for the day and he knew it. He put them away, and he saw James picking up an empty water bottle before leaving for the kitchen.

He filled it up from the tap and put it in the fridge, and Sirius waited patiently.

"Done?" Sirius asked.

He nodded, looking a little shamefaced for a reason that Sirius couldn't parse out with how muddled his head was. But he didn't offer, and Sirius didn't push.

*

James explained the next morning as they were getting ready for the day. OCD. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

"I like for the flat to be organised in certain ways," he said, when Sirius asked what that meant. "And when it's not, I- well, I get up in the middle of the night even though there was nothing wrong with you leaving it a little messy," he mumbled.

"You couldn't sleep," Sirius responded. "I think that counts as something wrong with the way I left it. So, all right, no leaving a room a mess. Easy enough. Is that why you-" he gestured vaguely to the pantry "-like to put away the food when we get groceries? So you can do it the way you like?"

James nodded. "It's not as bad as other people have it," he said, like he expected for Sirius to argue with him. "Mine's pretty manageable." He made a face. "Now that I have my own office at work, that is."

Sirius remembered how stressed James would get about other people's workstations. He'd never given it much thought. It was a quirk, he'd said, and not questioned it. "Okay. No messes, I let you put away the food. Anything else?"

"I'm sure there is, but I can't think of it."

"All right." Sirius pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Well when I do something that's... bad? Not sure bad is the right word, but you now what I mean. When I do that, you can tell me, and I'll stop it. Good?"

James nodded and gave him a proper kiss.

*

Instead of reading the news over lunch like he normally did, Sirius took the time to do some research on OCD. There was a lot. He had trouble parsing out what was good from what was useless. He might have to ask James flat out about some of this, but he'd be able to do more research before he reached that point. For now, he'd get back to work. Only reading on his lunch break might take a while, but it's not as if James would get mad at him for doing a little more research.

Maybe it was silly, but he wanted to be a good person to live with. If James liked putting away all the food, then fine. But if he felt like he had to put it away because Sirius couldn't do it right, then that was something he could solve. And he would solve it.

*

New Text From James

Sirius opened it, then snorted. It was a picture of the stack of paperwork on his desk.

New Text From James the top of his screen said as a few lines popped in under the picture.

From James: All of this came in the last hour. HOW??????

From Sirius: I think they're trying to kill you, love. Make paper airplanes. Fight the system.

From James: I AM the system and I'd like to not fight myself thanks.

From Sirius: At least they all look like they're on the right type of paper?

From James: Small mercies, I suppose.

From Sirius: And properly stapled together?

From James: Now you're just kissing up to me.

From Sirius: Is it working?

From James: You know it is ;)

#prongsfoot #marauders #james potter #sirius black #fanfic #filled #established relationship #no magic au #siriuslystarbucks

[abarbaricyalp]

I looooved what you wrote for my first prompt!! I have another if you're down :D

How about Bucky starts talking about how hot/sweet/great he thinks Sam is in another language (not knowing Sam speaks it) but using an insulting tone so it wouldn't sound like he was complimenting him (possibly during an undercover mission, where Sam can't react to what he is saying) until Bucky goes on a "tirade" but really getting pretty graphic about what he wants to do to Sam or wants Sam to do to him, causing Sam to spit take or choke on his drink before Bucky catches on that he can understand and just dies on the inside until they finish the mission and Sam can respond <3 <3

Thanks again, Friend!

Always taking prompts <3

(never) Lost in Translation

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“Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,” Bucky breathed into the cold air as he curled his fingers around the stock of his rifle and shifted his hips against the rooftop. “То робостью, то ревностью томим; Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно--” [I loved you hopelessly and mutely, Now with shyness, now with jealousy being vexed; I loved you so sincerely, so fondly--"I Loved You" by Alexander Pushkin]

“Huh?” Sam asked on the other end of the comm line.

“Just trying to stay awake, Wilson,” Bucky answered. “Maybe you can sit out here and give your mouth frostbite.”

“Give it another hour or so and I’ll warm you back up, Barnes,” Sam promised and Bucky could hear the smile in his voice, which was enough to stave off the chill for a while longer.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know who made a nest of jackets and my mom’s blanket next to my hospital bed?” Sam asked at two in the morning when Bucky slunk back into the hospital room and the mess he’d turned the two small chairs next to the bed into.

Bucky considered continuing to sulk in the shadows in silence. But it was the first time Sam was awake in nineteen hours and he was pretty fucking sick of the quiet at this point. “Sarah brought the blanket,” he said. He leaned forward to reach for Sam’s hand, curling his fingers around the bandages and splints gently.

“Yeah, but I know Sarah’s not sleeping in my room. It can’t have been so long that you felt the need to move in, man.”

“I’m not moved in ,” Bucky defended. “Just didn’t know how long it would be. And it’s fucking cold in this building.”

“Wouldn’t know.” Sam tried to shift in the bed and let out a gasp of pain.

“Yeah, you probably don’t want to move too much. Figured you could work that one out on your own, with that big ass cast around your ribs,” Bucky said. But his brow was drawn in in worry and he brought his other hand to Sam’s hip, arching it gently over the thin fabric of the gown.

Sam relaxed back into the bed as much as he could. “I hate sleeping on my back,” he said.

“Sorry, I’ll be sure they accommodate that next time your ribs are sticking out of your skin.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Maybe a little,” Bucky agreed. “You’re gonna have to get over it though. You need to rest.”

“I’ve been asleep for a day,” Sam said. “Come on, can’t you believe I miss you?”

Bucky barked out a laugh and shook his head. “No, I don’t believe that at all. And you can’t miss me anymore than I miss you. I’m the conscious one.”

Sam preened and then his eyes drifted shut. Bucky squeezed his hand gently and began to hum under his breath until the flickering of Sam’s eyes settled down. “Que ce soit dimanche ou lundi / Soir ou matin minuit midi /Dans l'enfer ou le paradis /Les amours aux amours ressemblent /C'était hier que je t'ai dit /Nous dormirons ensemble,” he sang softly. Sam let out a soft breath and finally fell asleep. [ Whether it be Sunday Monday/ Evening ,morning, midnight, midday / Whether it be in hell, in paradise, /Love-affairs look like each other. /I said to you just Yesterday: /We shall sleep together. "Nous Dormions Ensemble" "We'll Sleep Together" Louis Aragon]

“I told you to cover Torres on the left!” Sam shouted as he landed heavily on the rubble of the street.

                                                                                       “أنت تعني الكثير بالنسبة لي” Bucky bit back. “You were in more trouble than he was. I told you to get out of the air.” [You mean so much to me]

 “I’m sorry,” Sam snorted. “Are you leading this mission? Are you Captain America all of a sudden?”

                                                                           “أنت تجعلني أريد أن أكون رجلاً أفضل” Bucky muttered. “I’ve always been the one with the brain cells when Captain America’s around.” [ You make me want to be a better man.]

 “For what it’s worth, guys, I’m fine,” Torres said. “Caught the bad guys. Didn’t get eaten. Alls well that ends well. Unless this is, like, foreplay or something for you two. In which case, I want to get back to the jet before you keep going.”

“Shut up, Torres,” Bucky snapped. “There’s a---thing behind you,” he added, exhausted and confused about what it was exactly that they were fighting. Torres turned around, too slowly, to stare at the limping creature of some underwater origin and Sam ripped the shield from his back to fling at the monster. With a squelch and a groan, it toppled over and the shield bounced back to Sam’s arm.

                                                                                           “إنك في غاية الجمال” Bucky breathed and rubbed his human hand over his face, smearing ash and sweat until it stung his eyes. “Torres, do an aerial scan for stragglers. Wilson and I’ll survey damage down here.” [ You’re so beautiful]

 “Oh, no, Wilson . You’re in trouble,” Torres laughed. He clapped Sam’s shoulder as he walked past and then shot into the sky when the area was clear enough to.

“You’re too hard on him,” Sam said as he started to kick over blocks of asphalt. “He’s a trained soldier, y’know. He’s not some helpless kid.”

 Bucky snorted and kneeled down to run his metal hand through a puddle of water on the ground, watching silver ripple across the current.                                                                  “مائة قلب لن يكونوا كافيين لحمل كل حبي لك” he said, and then, “He was never trained for those wings.” [ A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.]

 “He helped build those wings. He trained with Exo-Skeletons. The wings are in perfectly capable hands.”

“Make sure clean up takes samples of the water,” Bucky said. “I think there are organisms in there,” he said as he stood up and wiped his hand on his pants.

“How hard did you just have to work, after Torres put foreplay in your head, to not say orgasms?” Sam teased, shooting an easy, if slightly bloody grin, at Bucky.

                                                                                “أنت إشراقة شمسي يا حبي” Bucky sighed and shook his head. “Let’s get home. You obviously have a concussion.” [ You are my sunshine, my love.]

 “Hey, just ‘cause I’m funnier than you and know your depraved mind well enough to say something like that doesn’t make me damaged,” Sam said, jogging to catch up with Bucky.

“Does he talk?” villain-du-jour asked, appraising what was supposed to be the Winter Soldier but was really just Bucky bored out of his skull.

“If you want him to,” Torres said with a shrug. “Most people don’t.”

“See,” Sam said in Bucky’s earpiece. “I told you he’d kill this.”

And, unfortunately, Torres really was killing it. Torres seemed to be afflicted with the same dramatic streak that Steve had, in that Steve was everyone’s best-friend-ray-of-sunshine until shit got real. Or the mission required him to play some shady underworld super-assassin dealer, apparently.

“I heard he malfunctioned with Zemo,” unidentified baddie said cautiously. “I heard the programming had been washed out.”

Torres reached over to cuff Bucky against the back of the head. “Does he look deprogrammed? Do you think I’d be standing here if he was deprogrammed?”

Bucky had to fight not to let a glare slide over to Torres. He kept his eyes and his grimace set straight ahead. He’d feel better if there was a rifle in his hands.

“It’s not my fault Baron Zemo didn’t have the balls to control the Soldier. I assume that won’t be a problem for you. But, hey, I could be wrong. In which case, I’ll just take him back. Putting him on ice is easier the less time he’s out.”

“I’m glad he never decides to be such a shit with me,” Sam said. The bad guy said something else and Bucky fully tuned it out. “Hey, Barnes,” Sam said in his ear. “What’re you wearing?” he teased. Bucky’s jaw jumped. “One day, we’re gonna see how quickly I can get all that tac-gear off of you. Or maybe just the top half. The rest of you looks damn good in black.”

Bucky bit the side of his tongue, listened to the asshole across the room talk about not being able to communicate to lapsed partners since he only spoke English, about wanting to send a message, about how many languages the Soldier knew and if he talked while breaking bones.

“Do you think we do better undressing each other on the jet or off of it. Sure, there’s turbulence, but we also have all that adrenaline pushing us on. Besides, I know you like things hard. You wouldn’t like me so much if you didn’t.”

“Soldier?” Torres said at his side. “A sample of your voice.”

“ I’m gonna throw my partner across that table as soon as we kick all your asses ,” he said in Russian. “ He gets pretty fucking quiet when he’s getting dicked down well. It’s actually the only time he shuts up. ”

The hapless moron across the room looked delighted. “What about French?”

“ You’d think getting him down on his knees would work better but it never has for me. He’s always gotta have the last word in edgewise. Lengthwise, as it may be. No fuckin’ hair to grab onto either. You’ve just gotta listen to him .”

“Spanish?”

“ Probably won’t stop in here. I’ll drag him back to our jet and do it all over again. Or let him do it to me. I’m really not picky when it comes to him. Especially not when he’s wearing the uniform he is right now. I like getting it off of him as much as I like how it looks on him .”

“ Damn, dude, I speak Spanish ,” Torres hissed back in Spanish. “ Spare my ears, please .”

The arms-idiot grinned like a kid on Christmas. “Yeah, that’ll do. Your money’s in here,” he said, sliding a briefcase across the floor.

“Ready?” Sam asked in the ear piece.

“ We never speak of it again ,” Bucky said to Torres. “ If you tell him, I’ll drop your ass in Siberia. ”

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Torres said, gesturing over to the other man. Bucky went and got them, Sam coming down through a skylight and Torres taking care of the guards behind them.

“I was thinking about getting my own place down here,” Sam said. “Even if it’s just a one bedroom or something. You know, for when Buck’s here too.”

“Tu vas bouleverser les garçons,” Sarah answered. [You'll upset the boys]

“Huh?” Bucky asked, looking up from toying with a remote control airplane that had an unfortunate run-in with a tree.

“They’re still not in French classes?” Sam asked. “Isn’t AJ old enough?”

“He’s taking Spanish instead.”

“Traitor,” Sam said easily. “Cela n'a pas besoin d'être codé.” [This doesn't need to be encoded]

“Votre vie sexuelle fait.” [Your sex life does]

“Ha! Comme si.” [Ha! As if]

“Wait, you two know French?” Bucky asked. The airplane had been thoroughly forgotten.

“Sure, it’s one of two languages offered at our high school,” Sarah said. “Sam was obsessed with learning Creole so not only did he take French, he took AP French. And scored a five on the test. Hey, aren’t you a polyglot, technically?”

“What?” Bucky asked as dawning horror unleashed a flood of embarrassment through him. And, well, a bunch of other feelings too, which would require French to say aloud, apparently. He packed those away.

“I don’t know if there are qualifications, but I speak a few languages,” Sam agreed and he finally looked over at Bucky with a smirk. “English, French. A little Spanish. The Air Force gave us Russian lessons. I picked up Arabic overseas.”

Fuck, Bucky though. Merde. Maldita sea. Черт побери.

“He absorbs languages like a sponge,” Sarah said to Bucky. “AJ is pretty similar,” she added towards Sam. “His teacher says he’s the best in the class.”

“Of course he is,” Sam said. “He’s a Wilson.”

A timer went off and Sarah muttered lightly under her breath. “I’ve got to run and grab Cass from school. Can you stay here and get AJ off the bus?” she asked, already grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

“Bye, Sarah,” Bucky called after her before rounding on Sam as the door shut.

“Hey, you never asked,” Sam defended, leaning back against the counter. “And it never sounded like you wanted an answer when you were serenading me in French. Gotta wonder why you’ve got Russian poetry memorized though--Hey!” Sam yelped as Bucky crossed the living room to the kitchen and stood between his legs, hands on either side of his body on the counter.

“Ты должен был сказать мне раньше,” he breathed. Sam shivered against him. [You should have told me sooner]

“Pourquoi?” he asked, like he was in any way innocent. [Why?]

Bucky brushed his mouth along Sam’s neck, felt his pulse jump at the contact. “Tu sais ce que ça me fait,” he murmured. [You know what it does to me]

“Languages?” Sam asked as his hand found the small of Bucky’s back and then the rest of his spine, up to his shoulders, the seam of his metal arm, his ribs.

“You showin’ off,” Bucky corrected.

Sam hummed because he did know that. “It was more fun to watch you think you were getting away with something. You get real sweet when you think I can’t hear.”

Bucky nipped at his collarbone and Sam gasped out a breath, almost let it convince him to leave Bucky there, but eventually pushed him away. “I was serious about getting our own place. I will never emotionally recover if one of the kids walks in on me making out with you. I’m supposed to be typifying standards.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and pinched Sam’s side. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, but a smart one,” Sam said with a grin. “Which is apparently your type.

And, dammit, it was.

“By the way,” he added, “Clint taught me ASL, so I know what you tell him about me too.”

Bucky groaned and threw himself back over the couch.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #fanfiction #writing #anonymous #i answer things #winterfalcon

[possible-modernist]

A new experiment

A few months ago, a good friend of mine encouraged me to start writing more. I am fully on board with the premise, and have been trying to internalize the idea, and yet somehow actual output has been slow to manifest.

I think there are a few reasons for this. Obviously time has something to do with it; we're all busy and it can be hard to prioritize things which are not quite either work or play. I don't think that's the main reason however. I do spend plenty of time carrying out the act of writing, it's just that most of it in no way resembles something that I would want to make public.

A bigger factor then, is the feeling of needing to have something to say, especially something interesting or intelligent enough that others might find some value in reading it. Most of the time I do, in fact, feel like I have things to say that would be worth reading, and yet getting a piece of writing to be coherent and polished enough that it seems worth sharing can sometimes feel rather onerous. This may be in part due to having too high a stylistic standard for what is sufficiently high quality, but I expect it's more like a kind of perfectionism with respect to content. It always feels like one could do more reading into or dwelling on a topic, and I find myself reluctant to put out half formed thoughts, or things that have already been said, especially when there is already such amazing writing out there for people to read.

In addition, I admit to a kind of laziness and tendency towards procrastination. I love thinking about things I might want to write, and the ideas often feel almost perfectly crafted in my mind. And yet that's never quite the case when it comes down to actually putting them in some sort of order, and writing itself can feel just enough like work that it can be extremely hard to convince myself to start. Although it's far from ideal, it sometimes feels like my best strategy is to just ramble endlessly about nothing at the keyboard, and then once in a while an essay will pop out more or less fully formed. I don't mind that I have to trick myself into doing it; it's just frustrating that it feels so damned inefficient.

So why write and share this undercooked pontificating? It has something to do with aspiration. I really do place enormous value on all manner of human cultural production, and I am often especially impressed by really good critical commentary. The latter especially typically feels very much within reach, and yet, the ability to produce it remains elusive. Perhaps by deliberately working against some of my perceived limits, and playing at the role I aspire to, there is a chance to gain some insight into how others are able to do what they do.

In particular, three strategies are floating around which feel like they might be helpful. The first is anonymity, which I do think is a kind of a game changer. There is no true anonymity online of course, and I doubt that I'll write much that I wouldn't be willing take credit for. But knowing that you can put something out into the world without it being immediately searchable under your name provides a space that has a bit of very necessary freedom to experiment.

Second is community. I don't think there's anything more powerful for being creative than being part of a community of people who aspire to the same ideal, especially if there is sufficient overlap in interests and worldview. It's not exactly competitive pressure, but somehow seeing that other people you're in frequent communication with are regularly putting work out into the world, both individually and collectively, serves as a highly potent motivational elixir combining inspiration, encouragement, and an existence proof.

That being said, finding the right mix is probably critical. Some time ago I spent a fair bit of time working with some amazing friends on a screenplay that never really went anywhere. I think the biggest problem was that everything remained far too internal. We were too in love with our own ideas and writing, but there was no driving force to actually build out the connective tissue or make anything public. At this point, for me, a looser affiliation with people who are regularly writing and sharing more distantly related material feels like a more useful environment.

The third strategy is what I'm hoping will really push things over the edge, and that is something like embracing failure and deliberate experimentation. In writing this particular chunk of text, (and hopefully more to come), I'm trying to engage in a kind of auto-ethnographic investigation. As I say, I am continually impressed by the amount and the quality of work that people I admire are able to make. I don't think what I'm doing here is necessarily a recipe for creating great work. Rather, by mimicking the activity of those who are prolific, perhaps I can come to better understand how they are able to do it.

In other words, while admitting that there is always a possibility of some kind of success, I am now striving to take on a kind of deliberate practice that I fully expect to fail. I expect it to fail in terms of quality, and I expect it to fail in terms of persistence. To be clear, I don't ask or expect anyone join me in this failure; much will not be worth reading. Nor am I making any kind of promise; such promises don't seem to work anyway. I'm just saying I'm going to attempt an experiment, and see what I can learn from it.

#writing #experimentation #autoethnography

[palaugranetes]

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

31 OCTOBER 2020

JC: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BOY!!!!

JC: I wanted to be the first to wish you HBD!@Ansu

Sergiño: Happy Birthday Bro!💙❤ @Ansu

Frenkie: Feliz Cumple craquito!!

JC: The baby is all grown up😭😭😭😭😭

JC: I remember when he was that tiny baby face killer.. it feels like it was just yesterday!

Dembz: Because it was just yesterday fréro.😂😂😂

JC: *sniffles* they grow up so fast

Dembz: 😂😂😂

Riqui: Feliç aniversari nanu!! @Ansu

JC: Now he can officially officially win MOTM awards! Finally!

Pedri: Feliz Cumple hermano!❤❤

Francisco: Feliz aniversario @Ansu

Ansu: Let it go already!!

Iñaki: HBD little one! No so little anymore!

Arnau: Manito!!! Happy birthday!

Carlitos: 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉el niño se nos hace mayor! 18 already.. he was just a baby 2 minutes ago! Where did the time fly!

JC: Right?! I was just giving him piggyback rides like yesterday.

Ansu: 😒

JC: And now he is old enough to watch Deadpool

Ansu: 😒😒😒

Ansu: Can we please focus on the match today.. we have to do something good.

Frenkie: Ansu is right.

Dembz: Look at him already adulting.

Arnau: Please for the love of everything good.. win

Riqui: Yes please win.

Carlitos: You are included in Arnau's plea Ricard.

Riqui: Nope. I am not the one fucking up here. I have nothing to do with your crappy form..

Riqui: Might as well dress up as a ghost today since clearly Ronald Sr. sees me as one🖤

Carlitos: You don't know.. you might even start today.

Riqui: very much doubt it.

Pedri: Come on man, you might.

...........

Riqui: You were saying?

Ansu: 😐😐🙄🙄

Carlitos: Well that message aged like milk.

Frenkie: 🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️

Riqui: Please do well.

Riqui: You have a commentator buddy today! @JC

JC: Fun!

Riqui: Watching them is fun? We haven't been fun to watch since 2016

JC: Sarcasm bro, do you speak it?

...........

Riqui: I miss Marc..

Riqui: I do feel bad for Neto though..

Riqui: Are you idiots even trying?!

JC: Bro how do you miss that.....

JC: What even!??!

Riqui: SHOOT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

JC: Finally ANTOINE!!

Riqui: I mean it's about damn time..

Riqui: PACHECO WHAT DID YOU EAT TODAY?!

Riqui: So this is how you are going to play...

Riqui: Peep Frenks at CB though!

JC: What is happening!? Why are they doing this..

Riqui: Hell if I know Jan..

Riqui: Great.. this is just great.. We should have been relegated instead of the pericos.

...........

Carlitos: "Riqui: Great.. this is just great.. We should have been relegated instead of the pericos." How dare you!

Riqui: Play like them, get their fate.

Carlitos: Hey, do not include me in this either bro

Ansu: "JC: Bro how do you miss that....." 🙄🙄🙄 I don't know how that happened.

JC: It's alright kiddo.. it happens

Frenkie: I really have had about enough of this.

Riqui: Yeah well you are not the only one.

Francisco: It's not working

Arnau: I wonder which circle of hell watching us play it is...

Iñaki: all of them dude

1 NOVEMBER 2020

Ronald: I would like to officially say that we are a mess.

Riqui: You just realized that now?

Ronald: No but it is official now

Riqui: It has been official for years now.

Ronald: Show me the papers

Riqui: Youtube is literally right there.

Ansu: Guys I need Explanations please! SOS!

Carlitos: Yes?

Ansu: What does "And as our All Hallow's Eve baby celebrates his 18th lap around the sun, he shall be getting the perfect present. As for all his goons, beware." mean?

Carlitos: Man's gotta be so dramatic just say fudging Halloween!

Riqui: Ansu.. You might want to lock the doors.

JC: So there are benefits of being under 18.

JC: @Pedri you are so lucky.

Ronald: Don't include him in this narrative. He has not done anything wrong.

Francisco: Okay but why doesn't he just do it and get it over with already?

Francisco: I'm nervous and I am not even under any threat 😅

Carlitos: Because he is evil!

Iñaki: I literally never said a word to him why am I being threatened?

Riqui: You are an accessory.

Arnau: What is this all about? Who is he?

Riqui: Geri. We might have, sorta, kinda pissed him off.

Arnau: Good job. I salute both your bravery and your dumbassery.

Carlitos: Thanks.

Pedri: I feel bad for Iñaki though.

Arnau: Bet you he was standing next to rizos when he pissed Geri off

Pedri: 🤷🏻‍♀️

Carlitos: YOU JUST ASSUME IT IS ME!?

Arnau: Wasn't it?

Carlitos: OKAY IT WAS. BUT AT LEAST GIVE ME THE BENEFIT OF A DOUBT.

Arnau: I do not doubt it one bit. No benefit for you there bro.

Carlitos: @Riqui tell me again why he is here...

Arnau: 🤗

Dembz: @JC STOP TEXTING ME I AM TRYING TO IGNORE YOU!

Ansu: Trouble in Twin Town?

Dembz: He keeps texting me "🎲🎱🃏"

Dembz: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Ansu: Um.. 🤷🏿‍♂️

JC: Bro I am not texting you!?

Dembz: Yes you are. Stop the stupid messages!

JC: I LEGIT AM NOT. I haven't texted it in 2 weeks?!

Riqui: 👀

Dembz: Then how come your name keeps popping up on my damn phone!

Carlitos: How long have these texts been going on?

Dembz: 3 days!!

Carlitos: Have you left your phone unsupervised in these 3 days?

Dembz: Only when I shower after practice.

Carlitos: Rookie mistake.

Ronald: It's Gerard.

Ansu: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

JC: SEE! He got me with Samu.

Dembz: I am getting tired of this shit!

Ronald: y'all made your bed, now you must lie in it.

Riqui: Wouldn't that defeat the purpose?

Ronald: Shut it. I was talking to Ous.

Carlitos: Bro just block him. Problem solved.

Arnau: That braincell is working wonders today! El Dia de los muertos resurrected it I see..

Carlitos: Go away.

Iñaki: I am just gonna talk to Geri and tell him I have nothing to do with this.

Riqui: DON'T YOU DARE. YOU DIE WITH THE REST OF US.

Pedri: But he did nothing!

Riqui: I don't care.

3 NOVEMBER 2020

Frenkie: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE BRO!!! @Sergiño 💙❤💙❤🧡🧡

Francisco: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🙌🏻💙❤

Ansu: Happy Birthday Golden Boy!!😏❤💙

Dembz: HBD BRO!! 🤜🏿🤙🏿💙💙💙

............

Arnau: Happy Birthday crack! @Sergiño 💙🤗

............

Riqui: Happy birthday bud!! To many more years! @Sergiño 🚀🍿💙💙

Ronald: Feliz Cumple mano!❤❤

............

Carlitos: Sergi said that the adults gc is very quiet now that Luis left.

Carlitos: He should have stayed there tbh

Carlitos: ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY crackazo!! @Sergiño ❤💙❤💙

Pedri: Happy Birthday!!!💙💙💙

Riqui: So you still have done nothing useful I see @Carlitos

Carlitos: I told you I have to be subtle!

Iñaki: How can you be subtle when Gerard already caught you!

Iñaki: Happy Bday @Sergiño!🙌🏻✌🏼🤗💙

Carlitos: I can..

Arnau: You already failed.

Frenkie: I say we give up trying to infiltrate the adults gc

Frenkie: I am already nervous enough for you guys.

JC: NEVER

Sergiño: THANK YOU GUYS!!!! MUCH LOVE ❤💙❤💙❤💙❤

Frenkie: You sit down!

Sergiño: What'd I do.. I literally just got here 😧

Frenkie: No no not you @Sergiño Hope you had a great day. I meant @JC

Sergiño: 😅

Sergiño: I did! Thank you!❤❤💙💙

4 NOVEMBER 2020

Ronald: Y'all really expect to win anything playing like this?😒

Ronald: Holy shit!!

..........

Ronald: GERARD!!!🙌🏻😂😂😂

Ronald: This is hilarious

Ronald: In my head we lost 2-5..

..........

Ansu: OMG I AM SAFE! 😳😳😳

Ansu: Geri just told me!

Riqui: Lies!

Ansu: "@Gerard🌳: You are safe now. No pranks for you. Tell the others they aren't that lucky."

Ronald: 😂😂😂😂😂

Arnau: Welcome back to the land of the living!

Carlitos: 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒

JC: 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑

Dembz: 😤😤

Iñaki: I'm happy for you😑😒😑❤I really am.

Ansu: The size of the gasp that came out of me. It scared my mom😂😅

Pedri: 😂

Frenkie: Amazing Ansu!

Frenkie: The rest of you.. not so much.

6 NOVEMBER 2020

Riqui: I tried to talk to Geri..

Arnau: 😂😂 I know. Oscar told me he brushed you off like last year's iphone

Carlitos: It went well.

Riqui: 😒

Arnau: Bring Oscar here it'll be fun

Riqui: 😒

Pedri: I am not even gonna ask

Francisco: I thought he was gonna step on him

Arnau: 😂

Riqui: 😒

Carlitos: Should not have cut your hair ijs. You look less like a child now. I would hit you.

Riqui: No one asked you hedgehair

Carlitos: Don't insult the curls.

Riqui: 😒

Carlitos: 😌😌

Carlitos: Just admit you failed too.

Riqui: No.

Ronald: You both did. Just accept your fate.

JC: NEVER.

JC: Guys.. How about we prank Geri first?

Ansu: Great idea...

JC: Thanks

Ansu: IF YOU WANT TO DIE.

JC: Come on. We can do it.

Pedri: Out

Francisco: me too

Sergiño: I just got here. No thanks

Arnau: I wanna see this. But just as an observer.

Arnau: You know, for science.

Ronald: Let the Hunger Games start.

Frenkie: 🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️Oh boy

JC: @Dembz @Riqui @Carlitos @Iñaki?

Iñaki: I am trying to get out of the current state of regret. I could have easily moved.. A few steps further and I would have been safe.

JC: So no?

Iñaki: BIG NO

JC: 😒

JC: Okay.. 4 against 1 .. we can take him

Ronald: I cannot wait to film this disaster. 👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾

Arnau: I am so glad I'm here to witness this mess. 😌

Ansu: I am so glad I am out of this mess. 🙌🏿

#fc barcelona #babies gc #blaugranets gc #riqui puig #ronald araujo #carles aleña #ousmane dembélé #ansu fati #frenkie de jong #pedri #francisco trincão #jean clair todibo #iñaki peña #arnau tenas #sergiño dest #feat geri #episode 10

[bo-rhapheart]

Wood (Rami Malek x Male Reader)

(PEOPLE I WRITE ABOUT)

@gayforqueen requests : would you ever consider doing a rami x male! reader imagine? IF SO, could you do one where reader works on set for borhap and rami has been interested in asking him out for a long time and finally gets the guts to do it? like they’re friends but he falls head over heels for reader? thanks darling

Word Count: 1309

Ever since y/n was a little boy, he knew that he wasn't "normal", whatever that is. y/n was gay. He knew since his 9th grade year. He kissed a boy that was a year older than him. His name was Leo. Leo was in his math class. That's where he met him. After they kissed. y/n just knew that he was into boys. Luckily Leo didn't tell anyone about y/n's discovery until he was ready to tell people.

y/n loves building stuff. He helped his dad make his first ever tree house. Right away, he would find wood and make creations out of it and give to his parents as mini gifts from him. So, when he found a job help for a movie. y/n signed up right away. Not knowing what it was. All he knew was that the pay was good. He needs all the money he could get to pay for mini apartment.

Only when he got a called saying that he got the job he asked what the movie was about. Let's just say that once he found that the movie was about the band Queen. He freaked out, starting crying and all that lovely stuff. He wasn't thinking about the pay anymore. He got a job building stuff for a movie that was telling the story his role model

Once he got to the set. He met everyone. They took him to a mini build-shop where he could build his little heart away. He was over the moon. They have given drawings about what they would like for him to build. He went straight to work. He was so into his work that he didn't hear someone work into his "office". It wasn't until that person clear their throat. That he got looked up. He saw one of the most breathtaking man he could ever see.

“Hey, I'm Rami. "the man took out his hand to shake. y/n just took Rami's hand and shook it. "Hey, I'm y/n" Both men were very intrigue with one another. Rami was bisexual, but no one knows. Not that he's ashamed about it. It just that he's not very open about anything that involve his private life. "Can I help you with anything?" y/n asked wanting to know why such a handsome man would come by his mini "office". Rami just started to blush. He looked down in hopes that he could hide a bit of his blush. "Um l just wanted to go around the set. Introduce myself to everyone." Rami explain. y/n just smile and nod "How nice of you." y/n was shocked how very friendly this man is sounding.

"Yeah, I'm an actor in the film actually." Rami inform smiling at y/n. He couldn't stop staring at this man "Really? Who are you playing Rami?" y/n asked. Rami just raise his eyebrows. "I'm playing Freddie" Rami answer waiting for his reaction. y/n stopped breathing for a moment. He couldn't believe that the man that he been staring at is going to play his role model. "Is that so?" y/n tried to play it cool. Rami just smile at y/n. Knowing that he was freaking out in the inside. He found it so cute.

"Well I should leave you to continue your work. "Rami spoke after a while. "See you around Rami." y/n reply already turning around to continued what he was working on. Rami was about to leave but he turns to take one last look at y/n. He was trying to remember all his body. Sadly, he couldn't stay there for a long time. If Rami keeps staring, he might just get a problem right there

—-

It been a couple of weeks. always try before, during or after shooting to talk to y/n Of course, not always succeeding because he's the main actor but he can try. Whenever he does success go to y/n work shop. y/n was always there working his butt off to finish his works. Rami has found it so cute how y/n was into his work. Also, very hot. Its hard to find guys that aren't rude and ignorant that are gay or bi

"Hello y/n" Rami say the second he walked into y/n's "office". y/n look up from his work. "Hey Rami" Rami walks up to where y/n was. He sat at a stool that y/n brought here so Rami could have somewhere to sit when he was there. "So, what are you building today" Rami ask looking at the work y/n was working on. He found that y/n loves when you ask him about his work. He would sometimes rant on and on about how he did and his tricks to do it faster." Something for Mary's apartment." y/n answer looking at Rami for a second, flashing him a smile.

Rami needed to hold on to the table that was near or else. He would have fallen to the floor. Slowly both guys were falling for each other. Of course, they would never tell one another about their crush fearing that the other wouldn't feel the same.

"RAMI" both looked at the door seeing one of the crew running to find Rami. Both men just chucked at it. "You're a busying man Mr. Mercury. "y/n joked looking back at his work. "Sorry" Rami looked at y/n blushing. y/n just chuckled. "It's okay. You don't need to say sorry. It's your job. Now go before they start to burn the place down because they can't find you" y/n joked.

Rami just smile at how understanding y/n was. He stood up and walked to the where they were filming. When he got there Ben, Joe, Gwil and Lucy were all waiting for him. "Look who finally showed from seeing his boyfriend." Joe joked once he saw Rami walking up. "Joe don't say it loud." Rami said once they were near. "No one really cares" Lucy reassure Rami rubbing his arm. "Now, how was he?" Lucy asked.

Everyone knew about Rami little crush on y/n. "He was fine. He was actually was building for your apartment" Rami replied looking at Lucy. "How he stayed long enough that he knows what he was working on" Joe joked making a heart.

Between Lucy and Joe, they were the hardest shippers of Rami and y/n. "But seriously, when are y going to asking him out" Joe as "W ou ked leaning on Lucy and who was also very interested in the answer. hen I feel like it's time." Rami reply. "When is that. When we're done" Lucy asked. Rami just stayed quiet. "All that's what we though." Joe reply. "Now go before you regret. We can cover you for you, but you have to come back with a phone number" Lucy push him towards the direction he just came from.

Rami ran towards y/n's office. Once he got there. He saw y/n's working away. "Hey y/n" Rami called out. y/n turn around. "I thought you were filming away." y/n joked. "Before I do. I was thinking that maybe you would like go on a date with me?" Rami said in his Freddie voice. It was y/n's turn to lean on something before he fell. "Sure" y/n was all he could say at the moment. Rami smiled and hand him his phone. y/n smile at him and started to dial his number into Rami's phone. After he was done. He hands his phone back. Rami just smile. "See you later." y/n smile and kiss Rami cheek. y/n just continued his work. Rami just smile and walked away.

#rami malek imagines #rami malek #rami malek x male reader #rami malek x reader #rami #malek #imagines #male reader #male #reader #x

[letthesparkleshine]

You remembered.

Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, I hope you enjoy it!

Feel free to leave me a message.

Words: around 1.8k

Group: BTS

Members: Jungkook and Taehyung X you

Today was a long day. You had just finished your workout and decided to take a shower. Before grabbing your things you took a quick look at your phone. You saw that you got a text message from your one and only Taehyung.

V: Wear something fancy tonight 😉

Y/N (*dies*): Sure thing love

It was your anniversary tonight, 3 years baby. After taking a shower you quickly drove home to start getting ready. You still love him as if it was the first day when you guys had just met and you were very excited. You were stuck between deciding whether to wear tight velvet dress or loosely fit black one. You decied to go with red one, since you prefer velvet and Taehyung doesn't. And today was definitely the night you would prefer for him to take if off of you as quiclkly as posisible.

You were on your way to their dorm. Once you arrived you were greeted by Jin. ''Wow, very nice, Tae's a very lucky guy. Tell me I forgot, do you have an older sister?'' he says and you just hit him playfully but still kind of hard since it's Jin and he probably deserves it.

''Stoop please, where is Tae, I'm really excited about tonight, I can't wait anymore.'', you say. Jin being a little perv he is takes another look at you again and this time you hit him a bit harder.

''Wow Y/N that really hurt. You hurted me.''

''Oh really, you wanna see how I hit with both of my hands?'' you say and thankfully in that moment Jimin walked in. ''Come in Y/N, we missed you, sorry for Jin he's a little bit drunk,'' he says as he is taking your coat from you '' you're going to have to wait a bit, we were running a bit late today with practice, he's still getting ready.''

''Oh no problem, I'll just hang out with you guys a little, it's been a long time since we all hung out together.'' You say to Jimin, completely igoring Jin at the moment.

'I'm very sad Y/N, you hurted me again.'' Says Jin.

''Oh relax silly, I've missed you too, but not your jokes though'', you say while following them to living room.

You find the rest of the guys watching TV. Jungkook immedietely gets up to hug you. ''Y/N you're finally here, I've missed you, my god we've got to hang out some time soon.''

Jungkook and you knew eachoter before you met Taehyung. You took the same dancing classes as he did, before he started training at BigHit. While training you guys became very close to eachoter since he was a bit lost in the beginning and you were his closest friend at the time. It was never weird between you guys. You were always just really good friends. Eventually you met the rest of his members and became kind of close to them too. You instantly had a crush on Tae and boy oh boy did he have a crush on you. He first asked you out without telling Jungkook, thinking, if this doesn't workout he doesn't have to find out and there will be no problem. But since life has it's own way of planning events, you and V actually hit it off really well. First it was hanging out only once in a while so Jungkook wouldn't suspect anything, but with time passing by, you guys fell in love more and more, and once making it official, it was time to tell Kookie. He was very protective of you, so it was safe to say that you would make Taehyung tell him. There was no way you were telling him. And on a lovely sunny day, when you guys were preparing to tell him, he caught you fooling around. That was the only day you remember Jungkook getting kind of mad at you, but since he loves you so so very much, he forgave you very easily and very quickly.

Everytime you remember that day, it puts a smile on your face. A boy that you once barely knew is now one of your closest friends and because of him you met the man that introduced you to love you never knew existed.

''We really should catch up Kookie.'' You say hugging him back. You can definetly feel that Jin was about to say something but he stayed quiet, which quite surprised you.

You sat with the guys for a brief moment, chatting with them about their day when suddenly Taehyung appeared, looking like a four course meal. It was safe to say that you were now even more excited about him taking off the Velvet dress off of you.

''You look amazing sweetheart'', he says while kissing your cheek.

''Get a room.'' You hear Yoongi all of a suddenly.

It makes all of you laugh a little bit, then you feel Tae taking your hand and leading you outside of the dorm. But before you leave you can hear Kookie jogging towards you giving you a quick hug goodbye and just as you were about to let go of him you hear him saying: ''Congratulations on your 3rd anniversary.''

I really melted your heart that he remembered.

''I can't explain how excited I am about today Tae, where are we going?'' you ask.

''Oh it's a surprise, you'll know once we get there.''

You just smile and sit in the car with him. For this special opportunity he even hired a driver. ''I can't believe he tried so hard on our anniversary'' you thought to yourself. You were very happy at the moment. It was a nice ride, and once you've reached the destination he told you to wait so he could open the door for you. As you stepped out, you were kind of shocked. It was the cafe, where you guys went on your first secret date.

''I can't believe you remembered this place Tae. I haven't been here since ou sec-''

''-secret date'' Tae finishes your sentence for you. ''I knew you thought I was going to forget about this place so I thought about surprising you this time.''

Indeed you were very happy. The man of your dreams remembered your anniversary and not just that, he took you to your favourite place, and you even get along with all of his friends,at least when they are not asking you about your older sister. There couldn't be a more perfect moment for you right there. You kissed him softly on the cheek and let him lead you into the cafe. He made a reservation just for you two, emptying the whole cafe for a night so you two could be alone. The night that passed by was so lovely and it passed by so quickly. Both of you were talking all night and it reminded you so much of your first date.

You were waiting for him to give you his anniversary gift so that you could give him afterwards yours. But you kind of waited for nothing. You never recieved the gift. You thought maybe the cafe and the reservation were a gift but you were still a bit sad, since every year until now you guys always gave eacother handmade gifts. And this year you worked extra hard in knitting the sweater he used to have when he was little. But nontheless you were still very thankful for the effor he put into your date so you decided to just enjoy it and give him his sweater later in the car.

You were enjoying the rest of your date when suddenly he got an emergency call, having to come right away back to the dorms. Once you guys returned back he went immediately to RM asking him what's wrong. You went to Jungkook since you saw he was sitting alone and you asked him what had happened.

''Oh it was just something about the contract, since we renewed it couple of days ago and boss found out there was a paragraph that was missing, he had to rewrite it and Tae has to resign it. It's no big deal but he kind of has to sign it immediately.''

''Oh,'' you say feeling a bit of ease ''I thouhght it was something worse.''

''Silly girl, you always think of the worst firts. But any way, how was the date? Did you like the present?'', Kookie bombards you with questions.

''Oh I didn't get the present, I thought the cafe was the present, did you see him actually buying me a present?'' you ask him a little bit worried. Jungkook laughs at you and gives you his award winning bunny smile and pinches your cheek. Just as he was about to answer your question Taehyung walks in.

''I'm sorry about that love, we drove over here for nothing, hope it didn't ruin our date too much'' he says.

''It's okay, shall we go back? You ask.

''Actually I'm kind of tired would you mind if we called it a night? I know it as supposed to be our special date night but it was a long day for me today, I just want to go to sleep.'' As he says those words your heart hurts a little bit. Special date nights were also your thing, it was a night you had at least once every two weeks, since you both have hard working jobs and that was just an agreement you guys made so you would see each other even at the busiest of times.

He forgot. Your anniversary. He forgot it and you didn't know what to think. You agreed with him not wanting to ruin your night and told him to go to bed, and that you are going home.

''What are you talking about going home? Stay over it makes no sense if you go home now, especially at this hour.''

You completely ignored his question saying:'' No I want to go home, I don’t feel so good, sorry babe, I'll see you later.'' You say very quickly, kissing his cheek and leaving without giving him a chance to say a word or two to you.

Jungkook sees this awkward situation and after you leave he goes up to V and asks him:'' What was that man? Why did she leave?''

''I have no idea, she said she got tired all of a sudden, but she seemed fine during our date''

Jungkook tilts his head thinking what could the reason be and says: “Ok… but what did she think of the present? Did she like it?''

''What present, what are you talking about?'' says Tae obviosly very confused.

''Well it's your anniversary? Or? No it's definitely your anniversary. I told her before to have fun on your anniversary and she smiled at me.'' Says Kookie.

It took Taehyung a moment to to realize what Jungkook had just said. He quickly ran to his room to check the calendar and he was right. The date that was circled today was your anniversary.

''Fuck.''

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