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Team Bucky

Summary: your secret relationship with Bucky slips out. Everyone else in the compound is happy for you both but your brother - or really your grandfather - is not pleased at all, all you can do is try and live normally with Bucky and attempt to fix things with Steve.

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warnings: SMUT: passionate sex, unprotected, very loving, aftercare. arguing, yelling, swearing, protective Bucky.

a/n: heyyy, yeah I’ve been away for a while, this semester as been kicking my ass. anyways, I’m on winter break and have finally gotten my spark for writing back, I’ve been writing a lot of essays so writing for fun was not fun for a while. I hope you enjoy and I will try to post as often as I can!

There had always been a secret one-upping game going on between Steve and Bucky, it was something everyone had exempted and went along with. There would be countless times when they’d add more and more weight to their bars in order to prove their dominance to each other, or spar with one another until someone gets hurt.

At galas, Steve would be walking around with a trail of women behind him, showing off his skills with the ladies. That didn’t mean anything to Bucky, he would love to get laid more often or get a girlfriend but the ability to make women think they are into you and then drop them like a dead weight isn't appealing.

There were probably things Bucky did to get on Steve’s nerves that Steve didn’t care for. They didn’t do it all the time, just friendly competition. They had been friends for years and years, someone’s weight being a little higher couldn’t even cause a crack in their friendship.

But what Bucky was doing recently would.

There you were, sitting alone in the office as you filled out a debrief of your last mission. The computers were high tech but that didn’t mean they were super fast, most of the time you sat there waiting for anything to load, and seeing the logo in the top corner was a miracle.

“How’s that arm?” Bucky asked as he walked in, acting like he hadn’t been standing outside the door practicing what he was going to say.

“Hard to type with-aw, Bucky…” you pouted and saw the two steaming mugs in his hand, “stop, that’s so sweet!” you reached forward and picked up your favourite mug, looking at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulled out the chair beside you and sat down. “This is going to take forever, Bucky, you don’t-”

“I’m good,” Bucky sighed as he brought his mug right against his bottom lip to blow, “nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“You’re all soft” you giggled and turned back to your computer, “I do need to focus though, no distractions.”

“You have my word,” Bucky smiled and leaned back in his chair, “I’m just here for moral support.”

You just nodded, he loved the face you made when you tried to fight back being flustered. Your bottom lip was clenched tightly between your teeth to fight back a smile while you tried to cover your face and block Bucky from seeing your slight change in colour. The warmth that spread all throughout your body caused you to curl into yourself, he noticed that whenever he complimented you at all you wouldn't know how to react, telling Bucky you weren’t being complimented enough.

That’s how it started, casual compliments and conversation between you two. Trying to get to know you because there was this imaginary wall up for many reasons, you didn’t like to let people into your life because of how much you had lost and something more pressing…

You were Steve’s granddaughter, factually. But you two acted like siblings because you were a little younger than Steve’s age from when he was frozen. Nonetheless, you were related.

Which also meant off-limits.

Bucky really tried to cut himself off but you were his drug, he couldn’t get enough of you. It didn’t help that you were very honest early on about being into him. When Bucky initiated conversations and would give you little touches here and there you were quick to give them back. The first time you played with his hair gave him shivers running up and down his spine but also caused his brain to go fuzzy.

You were alone in the movie room, you always watched some film every Thursday night to keep a schedule. He had come back from a mission hours ago and still managed to make his way down just to sit beside you, and he did but he realized he was too tired to do anything.

He wanted you to cuddle into him and he’d rub your back or whisper little things to just you, but his eyes couldn’t stay open.

“You’re so tired, Bucky-bear,” you whispered and threw your arm around him and to the other side of his head, gently pushing him to place his head on your shoulder, “you can go to sleep if you want,” you whispered.

His body was on his last reserve, not thinking straight at all. “Can I put my head on your chest, your shoulder is too boney,” he’d kick himself for that one in the morning. When you giggled and moved he seemed to sink into you more, wrapping both arms around you and nuzzling into your chest. Everything was so comfy he barely registered that his face was deep between your boobs, you didn’t move or say anything until… “you’re so pillowy,” he muttered.

“But my shoulder is boney?” you shook your head, “you can just say you like my boobs, most people do.”

“They’re great,” he nodded.

Your hand moved from his back and went up his scalp from his neck, earning a groan when you started to fluff around his hair and scratch somewhat intensely on his scalp. He was out before the beginning credits ended, snoring before the middle of the movie. Part of you felt this overwhelming feeling of something you couldn’t describe, Bucky Barnes, a man riddled with nightmares and trauma, constantly on high alert was asleep on your chest. The big man could dwindle down into a guy who has never once felt the touch of love from a significant other. The fact that he trusted you with the power made you proud, it made you like him just a little more.

“How much longer,” he sighed from his starfish position on the floor, being overly dramatic to try to get you to look away. You giggled and finally looked over your shoulder, scoffing at his dramatics.

“Go to bed, I’ll sneak in later.” You shook your head, “and one page left.”

Bucky sighed and sat up, staying on the ground and watching you work. It took a while but soon you were finished, reading it over before submitting it. Bucky helped you pack all your stuff away, holding your bag for you, he did that a lot, never wanting you to do any heavy lifting. Your eyes were barely open as you left the room with Bucky leading you out, you both headed down the hall and to the elevator.

“You still want to sleep with me?” Bucky asked when the door was completely closed, you were too tired to say anything, keeping your head resting against his arm and nodded slightly. “Alright, I think there is still a sweater you left in the room.”

You groaned and looked up, “your clothes please,” Bucky giggled after you whispered. The door opened and you both walked out, him wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady. “I also want to be little spoon please.”

Out of nowhere, a voice came from behind them, “watch your hands, Barnes,” it was Steve.

Bucky turned around but kept his hand where it was, “guess where I just found her?” Steve looked at your tired state, “little miss just finished her report is only going to bed now, I was walking her to her room to make sure she doesn’t pass out on her floor.”

Steve smiled a proud smile. He caught up to them and also helped you walk, subconsciously you leaned more towards Bucky at this moment, thinking of how you’d be cuddling with him soon. Bucky played along and brought you into your room, Steve was very adamant they both left before you got into your pajamas. Bucky couldn’t say no even though he had seen you naked, he had to play along.

Bucky went into his room and waited with the door unlocked, after five minutes you slipped in and found him in the bathroom. Both of you brushed your teeth beside one another, he had one arm around you while you looked at each other through the mirror.

In your opinion, his bed was much more comfortable, choosing to sleep there more often than your own bed. Both of you cuddled in close, you were practically laying on top of him with your head tucked into his neck.

“I love you, Bucky-Bear,” you mumbled, snuggling closer to him.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered into your hair, leaving a few kisses after. “You make me so happy, I can’t explain it,” you both giggled as he tickled you.

The secret life with Bucky was great and terrible at the same time. There was a different side to Bucky that he didn’t show the team, he was much softer and more extroverted. When you’d sneak out for dates he’d always be the ordering and making conversation with the waiter because he felt safer at that moment. But at the same time, you still had to go on dates by sneaking out. Steve would kill you if he found out the two of you were seeing each other even though it had been going on for a while you both knew it wasn’t a joke. Your heart would still fall when Bucky had to drop your hand when someone else walked in a room, and both of you would grow envious of the couples openly displaying affection at galas.

The idea of telling Steve grew larger by the day because you knew it was bound to happen, part of you wanted to tell him before getting caught so it didn’t look like Bucky was just a hook-up to you. Yes, Steve would kill you but he would also tear Bucky apart because there were rules, apparently. Any type of family member was off-limits, even if Steve found a distant cousin of Bucky’s they would still be a no-go; but you knew that rule was just for you because you were all Steve had left when it came to family.

********

Steve and Bucky were sparring in the ring as you and a couple of other agents went to various machines during your workout. You couldn’t help but look over at them as they fought extremely hard against one another, there was no reason to give each other a broken nose but they did it anyway.

“Can I work in?” Sammy asked you, he had graduated from the academy the same year as you. You wouldn’t consider yourselves friends but you’d smile at each other in the hall and keep up with families.

“Of course,” you stood up from just sitting on the seat as you took your break, leaning down and picking up your water bottle. Absentmindedly you looked over to see the both of them fighting, Sammy must have noticed.

“I don’t get the game between the two of them,” he grunted, “I get it from a male perspective as in you constantly want to impress your friends but sometimes it gets bad, like what are they even doing right now?” he referenced both of them limping around the ring as they circled one another.

“Boys!” you shouted and they both looked at you, “quit putting on a show for us and just act like normal people for once in your life!” you cupped both hands around your mouth.

Bucky looked shocked, “we’re just playing around, relax!” he sassed you back, it was clear on your face you didn’t enjoy what he said, “oh come on, you always get like this, give us a break!”

“Watch it!” Steve snapped, “you better watch how you talk to my sister.” Steve looked back at you, “and you!” he pointed in your direction, “let the grown men handle their things, please.”

Bucky scoffed, “you better watch how you talk to my girlfriend.”

At that moment the world stopped. Steve whipped his head around to Bucky and just stared at him while Sammy dropped the handhelds for the machine, letting out a loud clunk. Bucky’s eye shifted towards you in what felt like slow motion as an apologetic look grew on his face, your metal water bottle slipped from your fingers and fell on your foot.

“Fuck!” the feeling of a throbbing big toe pulled you from your trance, all you heard was more commotion in front of you but you were looking down.

“You’re fucking my sister?!” Steve yelled and caused all the agents to run out of the gym, including Sammy who quickly patted your shoulder before bolting out. Bucky tried to run over to you to help with the toe injury but was stopped after Steve’s fist collided with Bucky’s throat. “You don’t get to even look at her anymore, I’ll take your fucking eyes out you pervert!”

“Steve!” you hobbled over and ran up to the ring, slipped under and grabbed Bucky’s head that was unmoving on the boxing ring floor, “you knocked him unconscious, Steve,” you gasped and pulled Bucky’s head to your thighs as you sat back on your heels, “you could have damaged his windpipe.”

“He won’t need one after he wakes up and I fully-”

“It’s not like he forced me, Steve,” You looked up at your brother, “we’ve been dating for a long time and it’s not just sex, it’s an actual romantic connection that both of our consent to, it’s actual dating!” you gently tapped Bucky’s cheek to wake him up, “don’t frame him or me to be a slut because all we do are normal dating things,” Steve’s face was red as he saw you carding through Bucky’s hair, he was starting to groan and stir.

“Both of you are dead to me,” Steve spat, “he broke the only rule I set up to protect you.”

“I don’t need to be protected from Bucky, and you know that.” you harshly whipped your head around again, “and I know you’re hurt and exaggerating, just walk away.” That was the last time you looked up at Steve, all your focus was on Bucky starting to wake up in your lap. As he groaned and slowly brought his fingers up to his nose your eyes began to water, this was exactly your worst-case scenario.

Bucky’s eyes cracked open and immediately closed again, “baby,” he mumbled, “don’t cry, please, don’t cry,” he reached up to swipe away your tears but completely missed your face, most likely seeing double. “I slipped up,” now Bucky was starting to cry, “my fault.”

You gently pulled him up in a hug and Bucky accepted it, continuously apologizing for what he had just done. Every time you’d quiet him or try to shift his train of thought but he’d make his way back there every time. After a while you got him on his feet and took him to med bay, many people came up to you and asked if everything was alright, you just nodded and kept walking.

“What happened!” Natasha was in med bay when you arrived, filling out discharge paperwork for herself, “Bucky, that looks really broken,” her fingers ghosted over his nose which caused him to wince backwards, “sorry.”

“Yeah,” you sighed and sat him on the cot, calling over a nurse who began examining, “just…going too hard with the sparring.”

Natasha shook her head, “but no one goes that hard, we all pull our punches except when it’s Steve and- oh my god…” she trailed off and looked at Bucky who was preparing to get his nose snapped back in place, “did Steve find out?”

“My fault,” Bucky cried, holding the sheet as he waited for the nurse to fix his nose.

“It’s not your fault, it was a mistake and yeah this is shitty but it will figure itself out.” you looked over your shoulder and immediately gave Bucky your hand, seeing his white knuckles gripping his sheets.

******

It had been a week and Steve refused to speak to either of you unless it was in a professional setting, even then, he’d be snarky whenever he would talk to you. He meant what he said, you really were dead to him. Part of you thought he’d just be mad at Bucky and get overprotective of you but that never happened, he viewed you like dirt; like how he looks at Bucky.

Bucky could see how it took a toll on you, it broke his heart to see you staring off into space after Steve passed by without looking at you. All Bucky could do was hold you closer, but deep down he blamed himself for letting it slip. Every tear, every longing glance, every hope he’d come around was all his fault.

He found you today curled up in bed, Bucky slipped in behind you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Everything will simmer sooner or later,” he whispered into your ear.

“I just-...” you sighed and buried your head into your pillow further, “he’s my only family, when he wanted to reconnect with me he was so adamant on making sure I came back to the tower with him, so he could have a sister,” Bucky rolled you over so you were facing him, “and now…I do something for me that makes me happy, you make me so happy, and I’m punished for it.”

Bucky planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you into another hug and letting you feel his warmth and comfort. “I will personally fix all of this, I will find a way, don’t worry, alright?” Bucky pulled back so he could see you nod, “alright?”

You nodded and Bucky kissed you again, crawling out of bed when you fell asleep. He knew where Steve was, and even though his nose had held quickly doesn’t mean he won’t get another broken nose from what he was about to do. Steve was always in the computer room, just like you. There was always something to be done when it came to paperwork and Steve had the energy for it.

Bucky stayed close to the wall and pressed his back against it, leaning over the corner to see Steve typing away at the computer near the back. Bucky pulled back and fully leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath.

Nat: We’re taking y/n out for a girl’s night, just want to let you know!

Bucky: keep me updated, and don’t let her get too drunk, please

Nat: don’t worry!

After shutting off his phone he slipped it into his pocket and took another deep breath. After mustering enough courage Bucky fully turned the corner and walked up to “Steve,” Bucky stood before him, “we need to talk.”

Steve gave nothing, he almost looked up at Bucky but it was just a flinch.

“Silent treatment?” Bucky scoffed, “that works for me to explain my side of the story without you verbally- or who knows - physically breaking me.” Steve huffed, Bucky looked at the chair but decided to stand. “I’ve been dating your sister for about a year and she’s made me the happiest man in the world,” Bucky fiddled with his fingers, “and I know we made rules and all that but this isn’t about that, we can discuss that later.” Bucky saw Steve was no longer typing but simply staring at his screen. “Steve, your sister misses you so much, she’s been curled up in bed crying about losing you, feeling punished for letting herself love someone, she’s kicking herself for something that was all my fault; I slipped up and y/n should be the last one to pay for it.” Bucky gave in and pulled up a chair, making Steve look at him, “I don’t care if we never talk again but my girlfriend is hurting and that’s what’s been killing me the most, so just talk to her, please?”

Bucky sat there, looking at his vacant face. After a sigh, Bucky rubbed his face and stood up, tucking in the chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, “y/n’s out for drinks with a couple of the girls,” Bucky said, “so she’s not here if you were thinking of talking to her.” Bucky left after that, knowing Steve wasn’t going to say anything.

When you stumbled back inside Bucky was quick to catch you, “what did I say about not letting her get stupid drunk?” Natasha just giggled and Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at all the ladies making their way to the kitchen. “How’s my baby?” Bucky whispered into your ear which caused you to get coy and curl into him, “are you a little cuddly, huh?” his finger made its way under your chin which caused you to giggle. You jumped on him to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I love you, Bucky-Bear,” you hugged him tightly, “we can run away together and never worry about anything ever again, do you want to run away with me?” you kissed Bucky’s neck as he walked into the kitchen to see them all eating chips and cookies.

“Sure we can,” he moved his head so you’d detach your lips from his neck and just cuddle into him.

Bucky stood with the group and held you like you were nothing, laughing and talking while the girls did their debrief at the kitchen island, talking about the songs and the dancing. Bucky kept you in his arms but placed you down so you were sitting on the island, letting your legs and arms wrap around him. You weren’t talking that much, Bucky looked over after five minutes of nothing to see you sleeping with your face on his shoulder.

“She did start to cry,” Natasha said sadly, “she had a lot of pent-up emotion and our uber cancelled on us twice so she was just really frustrated, but we all know she wasn’t crying about the uber.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed and rubbed your back, “I talked to Steve and told him to stop hurting her, you know?” Bucky looked at Nat and she nodded, “like he can be mad at me for as long as he likes, but stop doing this to your own sister, I can’t stand to see her like this, it’s awful.”

“I know,” Nat was the only one invested in the conversation, everyone else would forget this in the morning. “I feel like it’s borderline…I don’t want to say slut shaming but I can’t understand why he would be mad at her, I feel like he’d blame it all on you and only take it out on you- I know you didn’t do this but I thought he was going to pull the ‘you coerced my sister into dating you’ card… I really don’t understand his silent treatment,” Nat sighed and took a swig from her water bottle.

“I guess,” Bucky sighed and picked you up, having to hold you tightly because you were asleep and unable to squeeze your legs around his waist. “I’m going to get her ready for bed,” Bucky tried his best to smile, “I really appreciate you, Nat, she needed this.”

“She did,” Nat ran her fingers over your hair, “as much as she’s going to hate the hangover I think she really drained her emotions out and just let go for a moment,” Nat smiled at Bucky, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Bucky left the kitchen, the moment he turned he turned the corner he saw Steve. He was trying to slip away after eavesdropping but Bucky caught him, all Bucky could do was keep walking; he’s said his piece.

“Is she ok?” Steve finally spoke as Bucky passed him with his chin up.

“From being shunned by her brother or her night out?” Bucky snapped, not even looking at Steve and heading to his room down the hall.

After making it to his room he got you ready for bed, cuddling up next to you and holding you close. He had already gotten the water and painkillers ready for tomorrow morning. All he could do now is hold you, making you as comfortable as possible.

As Bucky lay there with your head on his chest, hearing your drunk snores, he thought about Steve. Bucky reminisced all the days together, growing up and finding one another again. Part of him questioned if all of their history went away the moment he found out, was this really the breaking point for Steve? All he wanted was for you to be happy with your brother but selfishly, he wanted his friend back.

“I can, like, hear your brain,” you mumbled and hugged him tighter, “we’ll figure this out in the morning, just forget it happened and hold me normally, please.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile, he rolled you both on your sides and kept you wrapped up. Getting into the familiar position his eyes started to feel heavy, and soon sleep took over.

********

Bucky stood in the kitchen by himself, sipping his coffee and watching the eggs and bacon cook. It has been two days since you had gotten drunk and Bucky talked to Steve, nothing had come out of Bucky’s attempt to get Steve to talk to you.

He could tell you were becoming depressed from losing your brother, the two of you were inseparable so it hurt a lot to have him cleanly break away from you. But all Bucky could do was continue to support you, and he did that by making you breakfast.

He flipped both eggs and poked at the bacon, trying not to have the grease spit back out at him, you were currently at the gym but he’d already be back in the room before you were done.

All at once, Sam ran into the kitchen, covered in sweat. “Barnes!” he yelled, “your girl is screaming at Steve in the gym-”

“Shit!” Bucky dropped everything and ran, quickly turning around and moving everything off the element while turning the stove top off. Bucky followed Sam all the way to the gym and busted through the door, immediately hearing your raging voice. “Everyone out!” he yelled at the agents standing and watching.

“Bucky, I can do this on my own!” you snapped at him, caught up in the anger towards your brother.

“I’m well aware,” Bucky put both of his hands out, “I’m just giving you two privacy, that’s all, love.” Bucky nodded when he saw you relax your shoulders, “I’m going to be right outside when you’re done, alright?”

Steve turned to Bucky, “you really love her?” he asked.

Bucky slowly tilted his head to the side, “I’ve been dating her for a year, crushing on her for two, and being fully hypnotized by her for three the moment she showed up to this place.” He looked at you, “can I keep going, or do you want this to still be you?”

“See,” you looked at Steve, “he cares about me, on a personal level that no one ever has,” you threw your arms in the air, “you need to accept this or I will have no problem sticking with Bucky.”

“You’d turn your back on your family?” Steve laughed to himself, “you’d seriously stay with him rather than your own brother-”

“You’re not even really my fucking brother, Steve!” the anger was making you jump in your spot, “when you found out I was related to you, you chose to keep me in your life, it was quick because you knew how much family meant to you,” you walked over to Bucky, taking his hand in yours, “well he’s my family now, and when shit got rough Bucky was not the one to run away, Steve…” you looked up at Bucky who couldn’t take his eyes off of Steve, “we can go now,” you whispered to him.

Bucky walked with you to your room, completely forgetting the breakfast he had made to lighten your day. The entire time you were talking about how much lighter you felt, having the ability to scream at him even though no solution was reached. As he listened to you his heart broke, you tried so hard to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal when in reality it was, you just weren’t letting yourself fully feel it yet.

Right as the door to your shared room closed you spun and pushed Bucky up against the wall, “I love you,” you breathed before kissing him harshly, it took Bucky three seconds before pulling away and trying to ask if you were alright, “I want passionate sex right now, I want you to fuck me, baby.”

“Woah,” Bucky whispered, “you’re not…honey, you’re not in the right mindset right now, this is not-”

“Please, Bucky,” you whined and dropped down to your knees, running your hand up and down his thighs, “I really want this.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked, shamefully getting hard. When you nodded he picked you up and threw you on the bed, “you tell me if you want to stop, alright?”

“I never want to stop,” you whispered into his ear before sucking on his ear lobe, moving down to kiss his neck.

“Do you want me to go down on you-”

“I’m already wet, just go,” you moaned, blindly reaching down and beginning to work on his pants.

The moment Bucky entered you, you pulled him close, letting his entire body weight crush you in a soothing sort of way. At first, his face was right before yours, kissing you every so often but really just wanting to look at you.

“Pretty girl,” he groaned and tucked his face in your neck, “fuck, I love you, it’s always been you, it’ll always be you, honey- holy fuck!” his hands were moving around, feeling you and touching you all over. “You’re fucking perfect, made for me, I got you,” he sucked harshly on your neck, “I’ll always protect you, and love you, and just-I’m gonna cum, honey.”

“Me too!” you threw your head back, “I love you, Bucky,” your fingers were splayed across his back, “all I want is to run away with you, just you.” your words of love quickly shifted in moans, all you could do was let yourself get lost in the moment.

Bucky had a strong aura, it was one that made you feel protected but also reminded you that he was your rock. Passionate sex with Bucky was something else, he could get you to your peak faster than anyone just because of how much love you feel as he whispers in your ear.

The moment you both let go was a moment of pure bliss, all you could do was dig your nails further into Bucky’s back as he rode out his own high. He stilled after finishing and just stayed there, keeping his head in your neck. While he whispered praises to you, part of you filled with love, an overwhelming amount.

“I love you, Bucky,” you tried to sound put together but the moment the words left your lips Bucky looked up at you, seeing tears stream down your face, “I’m not crying because I didn’t want it, it’s just…” you could see him freaking out, “it’s not you, it’s left over emotion from that fight.”

Bucky nodded and stayed where he was until you began to shift, he wiped you down and got beside you in bed after a while. He made sure you had enough water in your cup beside you and you were warm enough under those sheets. There were a few more sniffles, you’d wipe your face in the shirt Bucky put on because he was cold.

“I just want things to work out,” you cried, “why can’t he see I’m happy and just be happy for me?” your arms hugged Bucky tightly, feeling him hug you back just as tight.

“We’ll figure it out,” his lips brushed against your ear, “everything will work out, you just need to sleep, alright?”

It didn’t take much to knock you out.

********

Bucky’s mission was taking longer than expected but he wasn’t in any danger, his communications back to the compound were perfect with his updates. You weren’t allowed to know where he was or what he was doing but you were allowed time-frame updates, all because you held the title of ‘family’ for his file.

You stood at the stove with an apron on, it had caught three splashes which you were grateful for. The pasta sauce was bubbling so it was close to being done, you had gotten an update saying he was coming home in the middle of the night. If you or Bucky had a mission that ended late the other person would leave a meal in the fridge for when they got home, something easy to throw in the microwave.

“Hey,” you knew that voice from anywhere.

“Hi, Steve,” you said with your back to him. Nothing had changed since then and it had been over two months, Steve was slowly starting to adapt to you and Bucky showing affection in public but he still didn’t talk to you more than he needed to.

“What are you making?” you heard him pull out a bar standing at the island.

You were past trying to reconcile with him, he was the one acting like a child. “Pasta sauce, for Bucky,” you quickly added.

“Oh yeah, I heard he’s coming home tonight,” you could hear how uneasy Steve was, the way his voice slightly shook as he spoke to you.

You could feel his eyes burning holes in your back but you paid no mind, continuing to stir the pot and dodge the few bubbles. “Yep, late.”

“Yep…” Steve sighed but didn’t move, you could hear him just sit there.

Trying to meet him halfway was exhausting, it seemed there was nothing you could do to make him feel better except break up with Bucky. That wasn’t going to happen, it also helped that Bucky was very mature during this, always communicating with you about how he felt and if you needed anything. It further proved how immature Steve was, seeing that a man the same age was able to deal with their emotions perfectly.

FRIDAY came through on the speakers, “Sargent James’ jet is landing now.”

You spun around with a gasp, “he was supposed to be here at three in the morning,” you completely blew past Steve and ran to the land spot, laughing to yourself as you pictured hugging him.

The moment you opened the doors Bucky was already running to you, “there’s my girl!” he yelled and wrapped his arms around you the moment he could reach you, “no injuries for me, how was the month?” he whispered.

“Same as always,” you sighed, “but I’m so happy you’re home,” you nuzzled into his chest.

“He followed you outside, what’s that about?” you didn’t look over your shoulder, trusting Bucky was right. After pulling out of a hug Bucky called, “what are you doing out here?” towards Steve.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he was talking to Bucky, “I need to go for a walk with you.”

“Whatever you need to say can be said in front of y/n as well, bud,” Bucky wrapped his arm around you, “seeing as the situation involves her.”

“Look,” Steve walked up and rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t fully approve of this but I do like the way you’re treating her, Buck, so…” he was awkward, not knowing how to word this because it seemed like a heat of the moment speech. “Yeah, I’m warming up to it.”

“Alright,” Bucky looked down at you, “I mean, that’s great but it doesn’t change anything about us, like,” Bucky laughed through the tension, “we’ve moved on like adults, I can honestly say we don’t care about what you think.”

“That’s a little intense,” you quickly added, “but I think what Bucky is trying to say is that we don’t need updates like this that you’re warming up to us dating because we are still going to date the same, your comfort is not a factor in our relationship.” you nodded and saw Steve’s face go red, “I hope one day we can be friends again and be buddies like before but right now, it’s team Bucky.”

Steve didn’t say anything else, he just watched you walk inside.

“Team Bucky?” he giggled in your ear, “I like it.”

You looked up at Bucky, “I have pasta sauce cooking, we can have it for dinner together.”

“Sounds good,” he kissed the crown of your head with his arm still wrapped around your waist, “can I make you a jersey that says team Bucky because I honestly love that?”

You laughed and fell into his side, “go for it,” he kissed you, “because it’s true.”

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First I must say I LOVE YOUR WRITING ITS SO GOOD and are now among one of my favourite writers on this app.

This is an odd request but anywho in the autumn/winter when it's windy or just cold I get a tummy ache if I don't zip up my coat and the cold air gets to my stomach I also get ear ache if I don't wear my ear muffs, could you possibly do something with poly!marauder or just one of the marauders bundling up the reader before going out for the day so she doesn't get cold 😁

Thanks gorgeous!! Hope this is alright :)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 364 words

“James,” Remus says skeptically, “have you included an electric blanket under all that as well? She’s going to overheat.”

“If I could keep one running without plugging it in, I would put it in here,” James replies, pulling your hat securely over your ears. “You don’t know how she gets.”

“It’s not that far to the pub, Jamie,” you try, casting an apologetic glance to where Sirius and Remus are waiting at the door.

“Lovely, who taught you to wrap a scarf like this?” James undoes the knot you’ve made, wrapping the scarf carefully around your face and tucking the ends in so that only your eyes are left uncovered. “I know it’s not far, but you’re going to regret it if you’re not bundled up.” He zips up your coat, pressing a kiss between your brows as he does. “Can’t have my girl hurting because of the cold. I won’t stand for it.”

Sirius makes an exaggerated gagging sound, but Remus nudges him with an elbow. You feel like you’re tottering, barely allowed any movement under all your layers as you move through the door and out into the chilly air.

“Do you actually get pains from cold weather?” Remus asks, sounding heartwarmingly concerned. “Is it an old injury that flares up or something?”

“No,” you grumble. “It’s way more babyish than that.”

“Oi.” James wraps an arm around your shoulders, jostling you slightly. “Don’t talk about my sweetheart like that, please. If you must know, Moony, she’s sensitive to the cold. She gets achy.”

“Well, you’ve created quite the look,” Sirius observes, walking ahead of you and holding his hands up as if framing a shot. “All this layering, they’ll feature you at Paris Fashion Week, dollface.”

“‘Course they will,” James replies. “With my styling and her face, we’ll fucking win the thing.”

Remus huffs a laugh. “Not sure it’s a competition, Prongs.”

“It’s not,” you and Sirius confirm in sync, but James only scoffs as if this is of little importance.

“There’ll be a winner when we show up,” he says surely. “Look at me, angel? Fuck, are you joking? They’ll send everyone else straight home once they see that face.”

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LOVE ON ICE | ms47

SOCIAL MEDIA mick schumacher x fem!ice figure skater!reader

side note: the title for this is the most basic bitch i've ever created but i couldn't come up with anything better so we all have to live with it now. sue me! (please don't) side note pt2: also i have no idea how the winter olympics work, all of this is probably so inaccurate but it is what it is.

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yourusername see you in a year beijing2022 ! until then, lots of training and minimal distractions!

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beijing2022 congrats!! looking forward to see you here with us ⤷ yourusername absolutely blasted

mickschumacher that means not seeing you at any of my races? :( ⤷ yourusername talk to my trainer ⤷ yourtrainer no

user1 omg congratulations! we love to see you succeeding!

user2 she's literally so much more talented than mick ⤷ user3 i don't think you can compare racing in formula one to being a figure skater. two completely different things, makes no sense ⤷ user4 at least she isn't a nepo baby

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f1wagupdates Mick Schumacher and girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N arriving together at the Bahrain International Circuit for the first grand prix this season! This marks the official F1 debut of the son of 7 times world champion Michael Schumacher.

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user5 omg i love that she came even if she's training for the olympics right now! ⤷ user6 kind of selfish of him to have her there even though she's literally training to become a champion herself ⤷ user7 i don't think mick forced her to come...

user8 she's rocking the paddock fashion game as she did back in f2 already! ⤷ user9 effortlessly beautiful, i'm envious :(

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yourusername you really think i'd say no to mick in fireproofs? and for free? also, congratulations baby for fulfilling part of your dream! mick wdc when?

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user10 y/n going against her trainer and supporting mick for his f1 debut makes me giggle and wiggle my feet ⤷ user11 when is it my time to have an athlete boyfriend who i can support unconditionally?

mickschumacher i bet your trainer hates me now ⤷ yourusername she loves you ⤷ yourtrainer do i? ⤷ yourusername she's just joking ⤷ yourtrainer am i?

user12 why is y/n's trainer so funny for no reason ⤷ user13 the way she's just completely violating mick has me rolling on the floor

user14 can we please talk for a second how cute of a couple they are? ⤷ user15 lily and alex are having some serious competition right now

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yourusername winter break with my favourite person (myself) and mick is there as well, i guess

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mickschumacher you're a terrible ice skating teacher ⤷ yourusername just because you're a loser on ice ⤷ mickschumacher i'm offended to my core ⤷ yourusername ice skating is offened by you

user16 sometimes i come to y/n's profile just to read through the little banters her and mick have in the comments ⤷ user17 free therapy

user18 i hope next season will be better for mick since y/n is then able to join him again after the olympics

user19 you're so cute you disgust me with your couple stuff

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yourusername breathtaking experience and an absolute honour to have been able to perform for my country at the winter olympics 2022. the silver medal will definitely look good on my shelf. lots of love to everyone who supported me along my way!

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user20 so sad to not have you seen with a gold medal around your neck, but you were absolutely beautiful on ice!

user21 well deserved girl, very proud of you!

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user22 you were so robbed from first place.... ⤷ user23 she's just warming up, her career has a lot to offer for the future

user24 my whole tiktok is full of your performance, i love it

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mickschumacher couldn't have a more talented girlfriend than you ❤️🖤

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user25 we love an equally supportive boyfriend ⤷ user26 mick keeps on continuing raising the bar over here ⤷ user27 i'll never find a boyfriend because no one else is mick schumacher

yourusername still baffled you were able to clear your schedule to see me perform ⤷ mickschumacher i'd never miss a chance of seeing you gracefully capture various emotions on ice

user28 i'm down for this man so bad ⤷ user29 fr y/n i want a lil piece of mick as well

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Golden Boy ; Osaki Shotaro

Pairings: Bestie!Shotaro x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Description: Shotaro is everyone’s favourite person. Extremely lovable and kind to those around him, but there’s only so much he can take, especially when you keep pushing his limits.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut, minors dni.

a/n: shotaro’s been heavy on the brain recently, so this is extremely self indulgent.

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‘can someone remind me why we decided to put sohee in charge of the booking?’ chaewon’s irritated tone rang through the room, and anton who was nearby snickered.

‘don’t go laughing like that isn’t your best friend.’

it was finally summer break, bleak winters and stressing in libraries far behind you. so naturally it was right for you and your friend group to plan a getaway for the week.

only, things weren’t going quite to plan. at the start of the month, everyone was assigned with different tasks and unfortunately, sohee was left to book the place you were meant to stay.

but in typical boy fashion, he had chosen something far away from the activities you wanted to do, and the rooms weren’t looking the best either.

‘i told you to leave it up to shotaro, we were doomed from the start,’ you quipped in, the aforementioned boy not too far behind you as he broke into a wide smile.

osaki shotaro was the glue of the friendship. the dependable friend who always planned ahead, and got along well with everyone. you could never catch him without a smile on his face, and everyone else’s comfort was always a priority.

‘i booked us another place, just in case something like this happened. lucky us,’ he basked in everyone’s praises, paying particular attention to the way you patted him on the top of his head.

‘you’re a star taro.’

‘shotaro to the rescue.’

‘what’s wrong with the place i got us,’ sohee grumbled, phone in his hand pitifully as he pretended not to notice that it was in fact better.

‘stop whining and get in the car.’

wonbin and shotaro were the designated drivers, given that sungchan complained about a wrist problem, which he may or may not have been lying about just to get out of being the one behind the wheel.

so it left those two, and the friendship group decided the cars they were getting into based on an alarmingly competitive game of rock paper scissors.

‘yes, i got shotaro,’ you pumped your first in the air after being the second one to win, no longer caring as you hopped into the front seat, barely catching sight of seunghan dramatically dropping to his knees after losing to sungchan.

the journey felt longer than necessary, mainly because wonbin kept getting lost on the way. but your group of you, chaewon, shotaro and sungchan were more than okay because shotaro was the one behind the wheel.

his speed never faltered, skilfully maneuvering the car so that speed bumps were barely felt, and his playlist left you decently entertained, a couple songs that each individual could enjoy in there.

‘remind me to never get into a car with wonbin again,’ anton dramatically hopped out of the car, headphones now around his neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh come on, it wasn’t that bad,’ wonbin was the last to get out, keys in hand.

he had only gotten his license last month, but you had witnessed him almost reverse into the metal pole in front of your house, and instantly knew you were in no rush to be riding with him any time soon.

‘my poor baby, did the big bad diva scare you?’ you cooed, and anton played into it, jokingly sniffling as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

‘at least i have a license. not all of us can rely on shotaro to drive you places,’ he fires back, narrowing his eyes at the both of you.

‘don’t be jealous because i’m treated like the princess you so badly want to be.’

but he was right. your parents had nagged for months, wondering why you weren’t even trying to study for a drivers test. but why would you need to when shotaro would be there at a drop of a pen.

‘i’ll take you wherever you want to go,’ he told you last year when he first got his license, and he stuck to his word, picking you up and dropping you off whenever you needed. if he wasn’t available he would ask eunseok, who would complain about gas prices and leaving his warm home, but still come and get you anyway.

you were spoiled.

‘i’ve got your bags, let’s go in,’ shotaro passes by, your luggage juggled between two hands as he already makes his way through the now opened door, courtesy of sungchan.

the villa was beautiful, a dream vacation home, equipped with marble tiles and panoramic views. the kitchen was as wide as your living room, the appliances new and countertop squeaky clean.

‘maybe shotaro was on to something,’ sohee accepted defeat, that once again shotaro was the best man for the job and you all agreed.

excited to be away from the loud bustle of the city, you were the first one to slide the doors open and step into the patio, a huge pool greeting you.

this was going to be fun.

you felt another presence beside you, the familiar tufts of blonde hair coming in to view.

‘i put your stuff in your room, you’re sharing with chaewon,’ you grinned, drawing nearer to press a kiss on his cheek.

‘thanks taro, you’re the best,’ the blush on his cheeks only made you smile wider. he was too cute.

‘just doing my job.’

and that was what he continued to do. he was there when you spoke about craving pancakes the night before, waking up early to drive to the grocery store just to get you what was needed.

when you got out of the shower, lazily walking though the house and flopping onto the couch, he held your head in his lap as he dried your hair.

opening car doors, doing your seatbelt, holding your hand as you walked through the rocky beach. but not just you.

‘shotaro you should drive to the grocery store.’

‘shotaro can you call the guide and tell him we’re going to be late.’

‘shotaro i’m hungry can you make me some food?’

shotaro, shotaro, shotaro.

his smiley disposition made it harder for his friends to notice just how far they were pushing him. he didn’t mind helping others, but it was beginning to take a toll on him.

his energy slowly depletes, and on the last night of the trip he plops onto the couch, sighing as he tilts his head back.

how long could he keep his act up?

it wasn’t like he was a sociopath or anything, he did truly like his friends and loved that they relied on him, only showing off just how dependable he was.

but it all added up to the image that everyone had of him. the cute golden retriever, who needed to be babied and coddled, because he was too ‘innocent for this world.’

conversations about sex were often paused, with jokes about him not being able to handle it being thrown left and right.

he was always being hounded about the fact that not many girls seemed to linger around him.

‘you know how shotaro is, he’s probably just shy.’

the first time seunghan saw a girl leave your room one morning it became the topic of conversation for the next week.

‘how did you manage to do that? did you start crying half way through? my bet is you only lasted one minute.’

the friendship group was very oddly sexually charged. of course you never made advances towards each other, but your closeness permitted each other to talk about everything. in great detail.

and when shotaro wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing what happened, they just believed their assumptions were correct, cooing and teasing him.

he didn’t mind as much, after all he was sure that a lot of it were just jokes. it wasn’t like he wanted to stop hiding his desires anytime soon anyways.

‘we’re playing a game, courtesy of our little friend,’ your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, soju bottles in both of your hands as you sank down into the seat next to him.

thus started an alcohol fuelled session of truth or dare. for the most part the asks and dares were fairly tame; text the last person you messaged that you missed them, down 5 shots in under a minute.

quickly it was your turn again, and it was clear that the effects of the sweet liquor was seeping into your behaviour.

‘if you had to fuck one person in this room, who would it be?,’ chaewon slurred her words, eyes barely open as she points right at you.

you tap your chin, as if you’re actually giving great consideration to the question, before going through everyone in the circle.

‘hmm let’s see. eunseok has too much of a god complex, he’d probably moan his own name. respectfully sungchan has a girlfriend so pass. i think anton might call me mommy unironically, probably cry too. wonbin loves himself too much, same as eunseok. i only see sohee and seunghan like my little brothers.’

everyone laughed along, some protests thrown your way from eunseok and wonbin, but only one person sat waiting eagerly, the only persons name you didn’t mention. did that mean he was the one?

‘wait you skipped shotaro,’ anton called out, holding up six fingers.

‘did i?’

‘yeah you spoke about everyone else here but him.’

‘probably just a subconscious thing. my mind knew he wasn’t an option,’ you shrugged.

ouch.

‘why not?’ everyone waited expectantly as they watched you. it was no secret that the both of you were extremely close, so it wouldn’t be strange if you had thought about it before.

‘too boring,’ your answer was short, like it was something so obvious, not even worthy of debate. chaewon snorts, soju shooting out of her nose but she covers her mouth, because she knows exactly what you’re talking about.

‘what do you mean,’ shotaro speaks up finally, and for a split second the air feels tense. everyone thought he would just laugh it off, like he usually would, but he was the only one that looked serious.

‘you’re just too vanilla for me babe, no hard feelings.’

his jaw ticks, eyebrows furrowed as he processes what you said.

‘are you sure? you haven’t been- laid in a long time. i personally think shotaro would be a great fuck,’ sungchan vouches for his best friend, although the weight of his judgement was seriously downplayed by the fact that he couldn’t even keep his head up.

‘osaki shotaro? the most vanilla guy on this planet? i’ll pass,’ you’re doubling down on your statement, and it only emphasises the way you view him.

‘i’m not vanilla, stop saying that’ shotaro retorts, the laughter of everyone else in the room causing

his head to spin.

‘sure you aren’t babe. and i’m not the hottest bitch in this friend group,’ you pat his thigh.

your words linger in his mind. vanilla? he was far from it. if only you knew the dirty thoughts that circled his mind.

he was so sick of everyone coddling him, treating him like a little virgin boy, a novice at the act.

just because he wasn’t as vocal about his experiences as the rest of you guys were, doesn’t mean they didn’t happen at all.

he allows it to eat at his mind for the rest of

the night, and you continued to only make it worse for him.

‘stop touching each other, gross. poor shotaro doesn’t even know what to do.’

strike one.

someone could literally run over his dog and he would probably apologise. biggest pushover in the universe.

strike two.

he’s definitely got golden retriever energy. i just pity the girl who tries to start anything sexual with him, he’ll probably freak the fuck out.

strike three.

his blood was boiling, a dull thump ringing in his ears. his hands were turning white, the way he had continuously clenched and unclenched his fists.

what was so wrong with being a good guy? must everyone display on their foreheads the freaky shit they like to get up to in their free time.

‘tell them- tell the guys what you said to me yesterday,’ chaewon sat on wonbin’s lap, practically screaming in his ear as he winced, slapping a hand over her mouth.

‘about what? that shotaro has a small dick?’

you’re out.

the alcohol had clearly gotten to you, your mouth a lot more sharp as it lacked the ability to filter the things you were saying. it was obviously a joke to you, you couldn’t care less if it was big or not, it wasn’t like you were ever going to fuck him.

‘come find out if it’s really small,’ he glares, the words sharp on his tongue, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

‘who let shotaro loose.’

all the teasing does nothing to quell his anger. is this the image everyone had of him? a small dicked pushover? if only they knew.

the mind of shotaro osaki was dark. riddled with lust and mean thoughts, but he kept them all at bay. ever since he was in high school he figured he would scare people away if they knew how he truly felt, what truly kept him up at night?

one by one everyone reached their limits, retreating to their beds for the night, a stumbling mess.

but you sat there, empty bottle in hand, head pounding as you tried to sober up a little. you hadn’t even realised you had dozed off, not until you woke up and were met with a semi dark room, completely silent.

shotaro’s jumper was draped over you, and a glass of water and some tablets were placed on the table in front of you. appreciative, you guzzle the cool water down, loving the way it soothes your throat.

you would have thought you were alone if it wasn’t for shotaro’s hunched over figure in the corner of the room, almost scaring you shitless.

‘taro, are you okay?’ you call out.

he lifts his head, seeing that you’re awake and rises to his feet, completely ignoring your question.

‘my room. now’

he left no time for you to protest, already walking towards the room he had to himself, as you trailed behind nervously.

this was the first time you’d ever seen him so angry, and you feared that you might have taken it too far this time.

you racked your brain, thinking of the right things to say, anything to bring back your friends usual self.

he waited for you to come inside before closing the door behind you, and you heard a click.

‘shotaro i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to speak.’

you froze in shock, not used to his tone of voice, and you almost craned your neck around to see if he was talking to someone else.

he stalked closer to you, stopping right in front, only inches apart.

‘is this what you would call small,’ in an instant he has your small hand in his, guiding it towards the print in his trousers and you gasp in shock, jumping back.

it was huge, enough to make you swallow your words and bite your lip as your mind runs rampant.

‘you know, everyone expects me to be some type of angel sent from heaven or something. i’m at everyone beck and call, innocent little shotaro who will do anything you ask. he’s too nice to know anything, he’s probably a virgin.’

‘it pisses me off. especially hearing you do it.’

‘it was-‘

‘stop.fucking.talking,’ he’s livid, enunciating each word and he’s soon got you backed up, edging closer and closer to the edge of his bed.

‘you’re a fucking brat, you know that. i do all these things for you and this is how you repay me? brats like you need a good fuck to get their minds straight. don’t you?’

you’re at a loss of words, trying to figure out how the sweet, lovable shotaro that you know is now looking down at you with a twist of malice and lust. but more importantly, why was it sending a shiver down your spine, squeezing your legs together as you gulp.

he notices, and he chuckles, running a hand over his face, ‘i fucking knew it.’

in one swift movement you were on your back, back hitting the mattress hard, but you have no opportunity to adjust as shotaro settles over you.

‘no hard feelings babe, i’ve got a lot of anger built up inside of me. you’ll let me take it out on you, yeah?’

you nod dumbly, thinking nothing of his words, expecting nothing too crazy. but boy were you wrong.

that’s how you found yourself in your current position shaking with pleasure and pain. twitching, sniffling, and trying to get away but he won’t let you escape so you resort to begging and pleading.

‘please im sorry, im sorry please just-‘ you can’t even finish your sentence, another moan ripping through your throat and you blink rapidly, the tears sticking to your eyelashes, that had been building up for the past couple of minutes, began to fall.

you hope that he’d see your current state, take mercy on you and eventually ease himself out of you. but the tears only encourage him to see how messy you could really get.

‘don’t cry now- fucking take it,’ he��s ruthless, your legs are pushed back, further and further till they’re almost reaching your ears, and the new angle makes you feel him even more.

‘take it, take it, take it,’ his hips snap viciously into yours, practically splitting you open as you use all the strength you can muster to push away, your palm flat against his pelvis as you shake your head.

‘move your fucking hand,’ he doesn’t slow down, looking down at your weak attempt to get him to stop.

‘taro-taro please- i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to fucking speak did i? just shut the fuck up and take it,’ he delivers a harsh slap to your cheek, and although it stings, it makes you start to cream around him.

‘look at you, like a dumb fucking slut. cant even use your words, just panting like a bitch in heat.’

‘stupid slut, you like when i call you names and throw you around. such a fuck-fucking whore,’ you’re squeezing him, tighter and tighter as you feel your third orgasm of the night approaching you.

shotaro had spent the majority of your friendship lending his ears to all your sex stories, slightly jealous when he heard all about how much you loved it rough.

but now he didn’t have to fuck other girls and pretend they were you, he had the real thing right in front of him.

‘fuck-fuck-fuck,’ you chant, practically floating as you feel so close. he’s fucking you so good, so deep that you’re sure his dick will leave a permanent imprint in your pussy.

‘look me in the eye, there you go. look at me while you- shit. while you make a mess all over my cock,’ he’s dipping his head lower, till your noses are practically bumping against each other, wanting to see for himself how he destroys you.

you don’t last much longer, a couple of rubs to your clit and you feel the coil in your stomach snap as your head hangs back, lips parted as you convulse under him.

you expected that to be the end, for him to at least slow down, but he does nothing of the sort, overstimulating you till you’re practically wrestling out of his grip, legs giving out as a string of curses escape your lips.

‘n-n-no more. please taro,’ it’s getting harder for you to breathe, the grip he has on your throat and hip simultaneously giving you no chance of escaping.

‘aww but i thought this was what you wanted? getting fucked stupid, that’s why you said isn’t it,’ the smile that used to bring you comfort was now making you shiver, something so sinister about the way he looked down at you.

‘i can’t anymore. p-please taro let me go.’

‘i’m not done with you yet,’ you see the evil glint in his eye, as he flips you over, forcibly pushing down onto your spine until you arch perfectly for him.

you find yourself crying once again, overwhelmed as you scrunch the sheets between your hand, needing something to ground you.

‘you say you don’t want it but look how that pussy’s squeezing for me,’ it’s hard to believe such filthy words are leaving shotaro’s lips.

‘who’s got you so wet?’

‘fuck baby, do you feel that?’

digging his nails now into the skin of your hips. your eyes roll back as you feel the head of his cock now pressing up against your cervix with each brutal, angry thrust.

‘who’s fucking you this good? let the whole house hear it.’

you shake your head, biting your bottom lip so hard it draws blood as you desperately try not to scream but shotaro has other plans.

‘what did i just fucking say? huh?’ he wraps his hand around your hair, yanking you up until his lips are right by your ears.

your senses are overwhelmed as you try oh so hard to contain yourself, clenching around him even harder.

‘shit, you taro. fucking me so good’ you whine so loudly, you’re sure that the neighbours would be able to hear.

it’s all becoming too much for you, your eyes unfocusing, rolling behind your head. head buried in the pillows, throat sore as you shake your head from side to side

your hands snake out from underneath your head in an attempt to slow him down but it’s no use. it makes him go even faster, even deeper as he holds your wrists between his hands.

“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” shotaro quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.

the squelching noises gradually increasing, the sounds you were making were filthy and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

but other people walking in on you two was the least of your concerns. it was hard to conjure up a single thought, the way shotaro is pummelling into you overtaking ever single sense.

you could barely hold yourself up anymore, leaning all of your weight into shotaro, legs and mind numb, as you let him degrade you even more, leading you to yet another orgasm.

only this one feels a little different. he was hitting the spot, over and over again, practically drilling into you and you felt an immense amount of tingling in your bottom half.

‘taro- oh fuck- you have to-have to stop. i think-shit i think i need to pee.’

you’re embarrassed, scared that if he doesn’t listen to you that you might end up urinating all over him. but he doesn’t care, nor does he stop.

you hit his thigh repeatedly, shaking your head as you desperately try to get away from him, but he’s much stronger than you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you there as he continues.

you felt so full, the pressure only increasing with each thrust as you practically grow limp in his arms. a squeal leaves your lips, followed by a large volume of clear liquid, soaking both you and shotaro, all over his thighs and seeping into the sheets underneath you both.

‘there we go, knew you could do it,’ he groans, unable to take his eyes away from the pool of cum, obsessed with how you were both covered in it.

he wants to make you do it again, to tease you and draw another orgasm out of you, but you’re well spent, twitching in his arms as you mumble.

‘no more- no more.’

although he knew he could go for two more rounds if he really wanted to, he respected the way your body was telling him that you were done.

‘shhh it’s alright. i’ve got you baby,’ he lifts you off of him, sweat coating your body as you cling onto him.

and then you pass out, unable to carry on anymore, letting shotaro take care of you as he cleans you up, then tucks you in your own bed, whispering some excuse to chaewon about finding you asleep on the couch by yourself when she stirs from her sleep.

then he’s back to his normal self, smiling widely as he watches everyone take their seat at the table, busying himself by the stove.

you were the last one to arrive, barely able to walk, legs practically jelly as you take small steps.

‘what happened to you?’ sungchan quipped, but you were too busy trying to relearn how to work with the newfound ache in your legs to give him a suitable comeback.

if it wasn’t for the effects you were feeling from last night, you would chalk it all down to being an extremely vivid wet dream.

but there was no mistake, shotaro osaki fucked you within an inch of your life yesterday night. and judging by the smirk on his lips, his eyes following your every moment, something tells you it wouldn’t be the last time.

guess he wasn’t such a golden boy after all.

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being protective of reader in the wilderness + subtle demonstrations of affection headcanons - natalie scatorccio

a/n - my ass got a lil carried away with it but SURE WHATEVER lol. i also tried to play off natalie's over-protective nature as 'subtle' because i feel like she's way too hard-headed to be simping like crazy

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the two of you had first kissed at the party the day before the flight for nationals.

you decided to put your romance on hold until after so that you could focus on the match.

when the plane first crashes, the first thing nat does is look for you.

she finds you a few metres outside the plane, groaning in pain; you were shot out during the initial crash.

you have a concussion and a few gashes but surprisingly, no breaks or anything that requires misty’s surgical skill (thankfully!)

natalie is already naturally a stand-offish person, but after the disaster that unfolds, she closes off even more.

you try to talk to her but she keeps giving you reasons why she can’t.

“sorry (y/n), i have to go hunting with travis.”

everybody notices the way you look at her longingly as she leaves every morning.

you’re always sitting by the fire, sharpening the knives when you catch her eye. it’s part of your routine at this point, and you swear you can see a remorseful look in her gaze.

eventually, natalie, overcome with guilt, tries to be more attentive to you.

one day she invites you out hunting.

“uhhh, look, (y/n). i know i haven’t been great but do you want to come with me? hunting? just the two of us…?”

you say yes almost immediately, longing to talk to her about unspoken things.

natalie is a bit awkward as it’s been a while since you’ve properly talked. you fall into a tense silence.

however, things brighten up a little when you trip on a fallen log. before you can hit the ground, natalie snakes a sturdy arm around your waist, holding you close to her.

“careful,” is all she says, her warm breath hitting your neck.

both of you blush hard and you cough as she lets go of you.

hunting with natalie becomes a normal occurrence (which travis hates because he thinks she’s totally into him).

one day, natalie gives you a wildflower. it’s half dead and looks like shit, barely able to survive on the coarse, dry ground, but your cheeks grow rosy, and you melt.

you give her a tight hug, to which she instantly stiffens up. after you apologise, she brushes the awkwardness off, but you swear you can see a small smile on her warm face.

natalie likes to give you lingering touches. she hates to be one of those ‘obnoxiously in love’ people, so this is her way of showing that she likes you. you notice the touches and appreciate them a lot.

for example, she might have her arm touching yours when you sit together eating or link your pinkies together when you’re standing/sitting next to each other.

she touches her foot against yours as you sleep, but after it starts to get a little colder, you wake up with her arms wrapped around you.

she denies it at first, extremely flustered, but starts to own it after the other girls tease you about it.

natalie never admits it, but she’s a little spoon. despite this, she will try to big spoon you even though she always ends up curled into your side, your arm draped over her securely.

she’s honestly a bit of a radiator and her warm breath against your skin is one of your favourite feelings when you’re sleeping.

being the competitive girl she is, natalie has a lot of competitions with you; think competitions about who can find food the fastest.

she always coincidentally gets ‘distracted’ when there’s a deer around the corner. you know she just loves to see your joy when you think you’ve gotten her beaten.

when winter hits, natalie is reluctant to let you hunt with her because of the terrain. however, you convince her with your very innocent puppy dog eyes.

cue natalie tightening the strings of your hood before you go out every morning – it’s such a subtle caring moment but you love it. you always smile at her when she does it, and she grins back.

another thing she does is rub her palms together while blowing her breath on them, and then putting them on your cheeks to keep you cozy. it really doesn’t work when you’re in freezing temperatures, but you appreciate the sentiment.

she also loves snowball fights. you’d be blabbering on about something and she’ll suddenly assault you.

“yeah, mrs stevenson was so damn strict, right? but i think she was going to go on maternity leave right before we left for nat- ooph! did you just fucking throw something at me?”

natalie’s face is red as she laughs her ass off, nearly losing balance.

“you should’ve seen your face, (y/n)! you were all like ‘arugh!’” she’d exclaim breathily, mimicking your shocked expression.

her face changes to faux fear the moment she sees you sprinting her way.

you tackle her into a snowbank, knocking the breath out of her lungs and the both of you wrestle, giggling as if you’re just two teenage girls with no fears in the world – no plane crash, no death, nothing.

natalie suddenly sobers up and you stop laughing, noticing.

“you okay, nat?” you ask, before she grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss.

ah, yeah. the whole romance thing you never ended up talking about.

you both discuss it as you walk back to the cabin, and that night, natalie seems a bit more obvious with her romantic advances.

one day, you get split up while hunting and as it grows darker, natalie can’t find you.

she returns back to the cabin hastily, begging for you to be there waiting for her.

but you’re not.

tears streaming down her face, she tries to leave to find you again. anything can get you; the cold, wolves, your clumsy ass could even trip and fall down a cliff or something.

tai and van have to physically hold her down to stop her from pursuing you. after all, she’s too much of a skilled hunter to die.

the next morning, she looks for you. she thinks that she’s out of luck and starts heading back to the cabin at the end of the day until she sees a flash of green in the snow. your jacket.

she runs over and starts digging, finding you, cold and barely responsive.

with a newfound adrenaline, nat brings you back all by herself. the girls are shocked to see you and after you’re warmed up, she talks to you.

she can’t stop crying the whole time and you hold her face with trembling, weak hands, giving her a kiss.

this is the first time natalie ever tells you she loves you.

and god, does your weak heart swell with adoration.

that night, she’s the big spoon and she traces shapes into your back while breathing on your nape.

she’ll warm you up as a thank you for all the time’s you’ve warmed her cold heart up.

she just loves you so much, and you love her too.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader

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foolishlovers · 3 months

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hiii!!! do u have any recs for long AUs??? thank you! :]

of course, i love long good omens AUs, here are some of my favourites:

[you can request more fic recs here.]

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Fifty-Two Blue by bendycello (M, 84k) It would be a gross understatement to say that Crowley simply didn't like Aziraphale. He was posh and stuffy and arrogant, and Crowley couldn't figure out why everyone else in the program liked him so much. It hardly mattered; they were competitors, and Crowley didn't need to make friends to become a surgeon. It takes several unleasant encounters, the excessive use of house plants as a coping mechanism, and getting stuck in an elevator for Crowley to start reconsidering his priorities. Or… Crowley and Aziraphale are surgical interns with competitive streaks a mile wide each, and they really do not like each other at all. Until they do.

Waking Up Slow by the_moonmoth (E, 87k) “Then you’ll just have to come back with me," Aziraphale said. “You what?” “You’ll have to come and isolate with me, at my cottage.” The thing about messing with people, Crowley thought, was that sometimes, they genuinely surprised you. After both being exposed to coronavirus, total strangers Crowley and Aziraphale are forced to wait out their isolation together. A tale of soft winter romance by the sea.

Slow Show by mia_ugly (E, 95k) In which temptations are accomplished, grand romantic gestures are made, and two ineffable co-stars only take four seasons of an award-winning television program to realize they’re on their own side (at last, at last.)

Car Trouble by summerofspock (E, 102k) Aziraphale's car breaks down so he takes it to the first mechanic he can find. From there, his mundane life changes drastically as he finds himself befriending the man fixing his car.

on the same page by Chekhov (E, 117k) Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else. So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less… appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age. But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade. That is… until they have to pretend to be married to each other.

Married at First Sight by Aracloptia (T, 146k) “Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

Old Vines by sevdrag (E, 189k) A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by charlottemadison (E, 213k) The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea…

#you've come to the right place #i love nothing more than immersing myself in a really long good omens fic shshhs #if anyone has some recs for me PLS go ahead and send them!!#good omens #good omens human au #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #good omens fic rec #foolish recs #go fic masterpost

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A Solid Foundation

Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Warnings: feeling homesick, gingerbread making, a little friendly competition, a loving girlfriend and a loved boyfriend, the houses aren't structurally sound lol, some soft moments

Word Count: 627

Author's Note: every time I see Chris, all my patriotism leaves my body (not like there was much anyways lmao)

You and Christian have a contest to see who can build the best gingerbread house. Safe to say, you both went a little overboard.

Christian was feeling a little bit homesick.

The football season was keeping him alone for longer than expected, and he will be missing out on all the pre-holiday activities that his family tends to do together. Amongst the many traditions that the Pulisic family had, the building of gingerbread houses was one of Christian's favourites.

You figured while your boyfriend was away at training, you pop to the store and see if you could pick up the things to have your own little gingerbread night at home. The selection of the store was rather lacklustre, you could tell just by the packaging alone that the gingerbread was going to be stale.

So, rather than buying stale gingerbread, you opted to make it; and for a first attempt, it didn't come out too badly.

Christian was a bit confused as to why the house smells like gingerbread when he got home. The further he walked into the house and the closer he got to the dining room, he could see you leant over the table trying to fix something.

"Babe?" He calls and you turn to face him, a cheesy Christmas apron tied around you.

You smile at your boyfriend, "you're home!" You walked over to give him a quick kiss, taking his bag from him and setting it off to the corner. "Go wash your hands, we're making gingerbread houses!"

Christian smiles, his heart warming at all the effort you put in just to put a smile on his face.

He quickly followed your instructions, off to the kitchen to wash his hands before joining you at the dining room table.

The table has all the pieces lined up along with frosting and candies you'd use to decorate. "I bet I can build the best house," Christian says as you slide a plastic knife over to him, letting him use that to put the frosting on his house.

You roll your eyes, carefully lining up your pieces, "as if. We both know I'd do it better than you."

If there was one thing about you and Christian, you were both extremely competitive and that showed in everything you two did; from the simplest of tasks to the most complicated, you two tried to outdo each other.

"Bet on it?" He asks, glancing across the table at you. There's a smug smile on your face, nodding. "Bet on it."

Off you went, you and Chris putting together your houses and the amount of frosting used to stick them together was outrageous. Not to mention the amounts used to put the candies on the house - Christian was going for an AC Milan themed house while you were going for a winter wonderland theme.

The gingerbread houses have yet to fully set together with the frosting, so they were still a bit wobbly when you loaded them up with more frosting and candy. The weight of the candy and frosting on top causes the gingerbread houses to collapse before you could even take a photo.

It's a bit of a domino effect, Christian's house cracks and then yours, and before you know it, they're both tumbling down into a pile of gingerbread, candy and frosting on the dining room table.

You and Christian exchange a glance before you burst out laughing. There wasn't much else you could do but laugh.

He picked out a piece that wasn't too covered in frosting before he took a bite of it, sinking back into his chair. "Thank you baby." He says and your brows furrow slightly, chin propped up on your hand.

"What for?"

"This,"he gestured to the pile of gingerbread on the table.

You smile, reaching over to hold his hand. "No need to thank me, that's what I'm here for."

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you #chirstian pulisic x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football blurb #football imagine

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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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Sleigh Race. | Lee Jeno (M)

prologue- “Never thought I’d say this aloud but I need you. So badly.” + “I know. Your body is doing the talking my love.”

summary: you love December for two things: the festive holidays and the sleighs race tradition that you always DO every Christmas. you never fail to win but what happens when your enemy challenges you to one?

warnings: enemies to ???. Childhood frenemies/enemies type thing. Fucking in OPEN woods with SNOW. Bitches are so horny but hate each other sm. Jeno and y/n have serious issues for fucking in the wide open. Rough… everything’s rough. Degrading and mean talk. There is nothing kind about this. There is soft aftercare bc everyone needs it after intimacy :). Enjoy this Christmas fic😭.

the notes- KINKMAS FIC.

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You plan to win the golden medal for this years Christmas sleigh race competition. You attended every year, the first time was when you were only seven years old. You might of never won that time but you have won last year and the year before that. This year isn’t any different because you want to come first. But this year line up is a little worrying. Too many people are involved this Christmas and it sort of makes you doubt yourself— yet you’re happy people are trying this ‘sport’ you’d call it. It is fun and who doesn’t like rolling down the snow mountain from the deep woods with the sleigh? If someone said they don’t, they would be lying. You never know until you try. People often ask why do you enjoy doing something so dangerous, you reply with because of the adrenaline it gives you.

The intense fear of overcoming something so terrifying with so many outcomes that could end up from bad to worse irks your skin with excitement. It feels like a wild drug, sleighing down that hill every year in the competition, able to defeat people and with immense speed, skin contacting the cold snow beneath you or sometimes other competitors would splash snow onto your body leaving you to freeze with grim delight. You love Christmas. Truly it would be your favourite season, holiday and activity. If you could repeat Christmas every month you’d be such a happy child. The smell of Christmas cake and the blazing Christmas lights on every house chiming the night street. The trees hung up from the neighbour windows, your entire family gathering round. The indecisive worry of making a decision what to buy for your friends and family as well. You have fond memories of it all.

Standing on the top of the hill buried at the very end of the woods. Silence engulfing you, deep breeze hitting against the winter coat and the many layers of sweaters and thermal leggings underneath the jeans to keep you warm. Hand thermal gloves put on your delicate reddish fingers, the cold infecting it to spread the colour red making the blood boil to the surface instantly. Not to forget the hat, you adjust it on to your head sighing.

“You forgot your thread to attach to your sleigh.” The boy behind shot you the red thread to match your colour coated red sleigh. You look up with an raise eyebrow. It was your childhood enemy and as much as you hate to admit it, you couldn’t recognise him almost. He grew up with a very matured face, much slimmer where he no longer had such a baby face and baby cheeks. One of his eyebrows has a split done. The body he dressed into many layers too— a large winter coat with fur and many shirts underneath the other with baggy black jeans and boots suitable to walk the heavy snow. You’re surprised, he even became buffer. How did he change so much? It shouldn’t surprise you considering you haven’t seen each other since the last day of middle school. Then your family moved to Seoul for a while where you attended high school there.

Eventually your family moved back to Incheon, where they stayed but you stay in Seoul for University. You have a dorm there.

“What are you doing here?” You suspiciously spat grabbing the thread from his hand as you kneel down to the ground holding the large sleigh upwards, it was a heavy compact and barely able to holding it up while you link the thread. The thread acts as a stirring wheel if you had to explain it. The sleigh is the car itself and the thread would be the wheel. The sharp heel of your feet are the breaks.

Jeno looks at you with disappointment in his cresent eyes, as if the boy was already irritated by only hearing your voice. “Sleigh Race.” He simply said.

He saw the way your mouth opens to protest but you stop. It might make you sound prejudice against Jeno (which you are) but to do it openly when it’s the first time meeting him after so long would make you look like a straight up dick. You’re better than that. So you only nod with hidden venom and hatred in your passive aggressive voice . “Suit yourself. I hope you fall and crash into a tree or something.”

“That’s very welcoming of you, y/n. Thanks. I’ll make sure to crash into you.” Jeno throws defensively pushing the sleigh next to yours as he sits on it awaiting the signal ahead from the distance finishing line where the judges and people crowding to view the many contestants in their desirable place to start. Seriously he could’ve moved anywhere else but he still choose to be next to you? Ridiculous.

You scoff. “You won’t catch up to me. I’m a god at this sports ”

“Just because you won two gold medals does not mean you’re a god. You lost fifteen sleigh racing events for fifteen years. You have more loses than wins.”

“I bet you won’t even win this one. You most likely got lucky twice.”

The boy was clear on degrading you and your egotistical confidence but who was he to tell and break you down just to make you feel so insecure? He never won a thing in his lifetime. You scowl turning to face him at the speed of light you grab him by the collar, hissing out with anger and your chapped lips parting away. The shock on his face amused you, he must’ve hit a nerve or something because this was the first time you laid hands on him. It never went far as verbal bickering and constant arguments but never— never physical touching. Jeno hates physical contact and skinship with his friends so why would he touch you? And you’re bluntly affectionate on skinship with your friends and family, overall touchy, but the hatred for jeno stops you from even befriend him let alone touching him. It’s the way your hand tightens the collar grip on his jacket. Your breathes turn to white smoke, the cold air making it visible to your eyes . The breathing touching each other faces, like a hot chocolate placed on the cold cheeks.

Your voice hoarsely warns him, he should watch himself if he wants to come untouched and not hurt out of the woods. Maybe you might snap and murder him, bury his body somewhere, who knows. “Shut the fuck up. Literally no one asked you. I can fucking count I’m aware i have less wins. But what do you have Jeno? Huh? You have abso-fucking-lutely nothing. You’re a Pathetic asshole for even saying that shit.”

You haven’t realised it but when you had stand up to latch yourself on to Jeno to grab the coat edge, you completely forgot your awareness of the surroundings in the environment. When letting go your body was supposed to head backwards on the sleigh where it was positioned. Your feet misstep tripping over the large sleigh slanting it over the hill, your body rolls down the snowy ground and down the hill you land somewhere into the woods with a slight bruise on your head forming. The boy quickly slides down leaving his sleigh on the starting line, completely discarding the competition to come check for your safety.

“Y/n!”

Strength radiating from his arms, lifting your daze body up, autumn leaves stuck on your clothing and hair. Jeno’s hands cup your face with anxiety on his beautiful sculpting face, the warm miniature blood drips down the slide of your face land on his palms. He gasps gently as you murmur with your vision going back to normal. Thankfully you did not hit your head but instead you scraped it by most likely tree bark. Concussion was outta the window, you couldn’t have that, the most your body will have is trauma and bruises. You never thought Jeno would come down to check for you, seriously, he distracts you and then he comes chasing you down? The face you saw wasn’t Jeno, because the Jeno you know would never look at you with wide eyes and speaking to you with sweet caring voice with worrisome emotions.

“Shit. Y/n you’re bleeding. I need to bring you to the hospital. Can you stand?” He stands up holding your arm by the elbow, you don’t say much but stand slowly with wobbling feet similar to jello. The moment you stood up you fell bad down, Jeno coming down to catch you before you hit the ground like a weak fool. You gasp in slight pain.

“Fuck, it hurts Jeno.” You croak out and he carries you softly in his arms before placing you under a tree with the heavy snow burying it. He kneels down brushing the messy hair out of your face. “Where does it hurt y/n?” He asks and you look down with your eyes signalling the ankle area.

Without saying anything back. They both breathe in to the nature silence, the woods were so big you couldn’t see the finishing line where the people were crowding and watching, celebrating happily. Your prediction is you landed into the far right of the woods because it was much more alive with animals than humans. You can hear chirping birds, flying crows and pigeons. In the far distance you were sure you saw a doe and it’s baby. Perhaps foxes as well hiding into the underground holes. The eyes land back on the boy rolling up your jeans and thermal leggings to take an examining look on the ankle, it looks swollen but not broken, perhaps fractured at most, but so far it looks only swollen. He was no doctor, but he seems rather accurate and confident in what he was looking for with broken bones. Thankfully you have none of those signs.

He spoke out softly with relief gushing over him. “It’s not broken. Your ankle will be fine. It needs to rest and warm cloth put over it.”

Your eyebrows furrow pulling down the thermal leggings and jeans over the ankle as well as lifting your shoes back on. “How do you know?” Jeno looks at you. “My best friend is a doctor. He told me before about fractured bones and broken bones differences.”

“Jaemin’s a doctor?” You blurt out in surprise and Jeno flashes a proud smile. The boy is surprised you even remember Jaemin, hell, it’s been too long. “Yeah. You should talk to him he would be glad to see you.” He tells you and your eyes couldn’t help but to admire the smile.

‘He smiles with his eyes’, you thought to yourself. Why was it kinda cute? Endearing? Adorable? Hell who smiles with their eyes? That was so unique and so rare to see him out of all people smile at you. It’s weirdly nice… ish.

He pauses, his smile going down as he looks away. You couldn’t help but why did the beautiful smile perish?

“I’m sorry.” Jeno states with guilt pulsing through his deep voice. He was sorry. Not just for making you almost die, he’s sorry for bloody everything he put you through. Sure, it was mutual. You made his middle school and elementary hell, he was happy you left and he could no longer see you in high school. For a while he was happy, it didn’t feel the same without you though. He had no one to tease and to banter with, you were one of those people before it all became too much for you both and those jokes turn into mean smack talking. Despite the bullying, he never once physically hurt you or mentally hurt you. It was all just words coming out of his mouth. You did the same as him. Neither of you were in the right. Both of you were in the wrong.

But he still feels more guilty than ever and all he can do is hope you forgive him. Jeno didn’t and never will need your apology either, your words were nothing but the past now and he would like to change the dynamic between you guys. He wants something more than enemies.

There must of been something wrong with your head, maybe you really did hit your head, because your body moved and spoke on its own physically, verbally. It was the way he looks so handsome and the way his words touch the surface of your skin, it brought back feelings you never knew you had subconsciously.

You pull Jeno closer by the collar once again. He looks at you with widen eyes when your lips peck his. Jeno wasn’t sure what to do, he was trying to process the softness of your lips on his freezing cold mouth. Did you just kiss him? Yes. Yes you did. Though the temptation to grab you and kiss you back grew, Jeno pulls away softly right after you did and staring at you with red cheeks and red lips.

He whispers dumbly, but very innocently. “Did you…just kiss me?”

You tilt your head feeling slightly awkward. ‘Damn he didn’t even return it back. Must’ve lost my goddamn mind there. Fuck, quickly pretend you went crazy.’ Your mind told yourself this all over again.

“Oh shit i must’ve lost my mind when i fell-”

Your voice hitches down your throat like it were a stuck lump. The warm closeness overtook everything you ever knew and senses, those five senses were gone like the light. The boy in front of you grabbing forward your face with his aggressive lips smacking on to yours, taking control over them when the cold breeze embraces your bodies like a rigid house. You take back everything you said. You never lost your goddamn mind, if anything you retrieved it and saw an opportunity for greater future. It never occurred to you before, not a single thought, that Jeno would ever be such a good kisser. He left you in the realm wonderland, he was the rabbit and you were alive, chasing him because he was kissing you to the point his lips touch yours spiritually. That was how good he was.

Mentally, you were lost in the pleasure and not a single handily thought ran in and out. The surroundings blur out as your bodies shift together. Jeno has you pinned against a tree with his hands pulling on your legs pushing them to his godly small waist. He was so snatched, it made you somehow envious, he truly was beautiful. He ran his hands through your hair, rubbing it in circular motions as the makeout carried against the tree bark. Your scar wound on the side of your head no longer pains you, he took all of your pain away and avert it onto the pleasure he was giving you and only you.

“Never thought I’d say this aloud but I need you. So badly.” You mutter lowly.

It was insane how well your enemy, could make you feel so desperate for more than just his lips now. Your body was far too greedy, it needed more. You needed more. It was a need. It was never a want.

“I know. Your body is doing the talking my love.” Jeno replies.

The risk of getting caught for what you’re about to do somehow, fills your bodies with temptation to do this even more. It weren’t stopping you. In fact it was encouraging you to do such sinful things in public. Jeno was just as eager as you were, pulling on your body to close the gaps between you— kissing down your neck as he pulls over the scarf wrapped on the neck to keep it warm. Now his mouth was keeping it warm, biting and sucking on the skin, kissing it so keenly. Everytime he did so your mouth fell apart like a crumbling sand castle on the beach, you’re so weak on the knees for him.

“Skip the fucking foreplay Jeno.” You spat in hasty manner. You were so done with everything you only need him. The race wasn’t even in your mind to comprehend, you’re pretty sure they fired the red starting gun a long ago when the both of you were kissing, but none of you heard it.

Jeno pulls away looking at you, with a deep glaring gaze. “Speak to me nicely, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

You scowl. “Just fuck me. Don’t be soft. We’re enemies remember?”

“Enemies, yes we are.” Jeno leans close to your ears. “But enemies don’t want to fuck each other do they?”

“Maybe we do though.” You whisper back. Perhaps you’re the only enemies with benefits here? Pulling aback you didn’t have enough time and both were as equally desperate as the other. Jeno agrees on skipping foreplay if you said so, though he was still as pissed at the tone of your voice; he chose to not fight with you on it. Both of you can’t be nice to each other ever, even when you’re about to have sex. The clothes had to stay one but the only thing you were slipping off were your bottom clothing halfway, the cold could kill you if you take rest of your clothes off and none of you were that insane to slip of butt-naked in middle of December where snow was inevitably obvious as the dropping temperatures.

The boy took off his warmly thermal jeans have way, not slipping them down all the way to the ankles. He has your back completely pressed and nailed to the tree, if felt like you were one with the tree at this point; your spine shivering at the bark pressing against it, your lower body bend into his waist as his hard crotch finally hit the wet entrance of yours. His eyes gawking open at how wet you were he couldn’t help but let degrading words slip out. Calling you a ‘needy whore.’ But with the first letter changing to ‘my needy whore.’ it somehow made your stomach flip million times the more your brain replays it on repeat. He said you’re his. Even though you’re enemies, completely hate each other; perhaps a little less hate each other than before but you do still dislike one another. Here you are giving yourself to Jeno and here he is giving himself up for you.

It was Christmas Day and instead of winning a gold medal, you’re getting fucked. You can’t complain, it feels heavenly good. The sensation of being filled up, your lower body exposed into the cold air making you shiver but even though you were touching the cold temperatures and even the snow begins to fly from the sky again it never really made you feel cold, because Jeno’s warm cock inside you was enough to warm you up. He didn’t take his time with you, if anything he wanted this to finish quickly so he can do a round two with you. There’s no way he’s going to leave you here with only one round. He wants to indulge, becoming just as greedy as you are.

Your moans did not need to be secluded. Hell you were loud enough for the woods animals to hide away. He groans into the croak of your neck, somehow your walls pulling him in even deeper, you were pulsing on him and he felt amazing being so deep inside you. He was drunk, absolutely drunk on your body. Your eyes roll back when he hit a specific spot you weren’t even knowledgeable about it— it was a spot no one else hit inside and somehow it made you come undone.

You stutter at how his pace changed. He was slow and steady until he no longer was. He was fast and speedily quick, just how you both indenture. Gripping on the coat he wore, your thighs pulling him closed with how your body rubbing up and down the tree you let out a high pitch moan.

“J-Jeno shit. Slow down.” You croak out to the boy who seems to have lost it mind. He shakes his head. “I’m close. Hold on.”

“Fuck. Pull out.” You remind him quickly, Jeno did so, pulling out when he was ready to spill . When he was about to wank off the last minutes until he can come you drop to your knees down burying yourself into the snow and taking his hard erecting dick in your mouth. His eyes widen watching you completely suck him off, it was a dirty sight but a beautiful one at that.

He couldn’t help but admire the way you flick your tongue and move your entire mouth around his cock. He couldn’t last anyways but you sternly fasten the space, his cock was so big it hits the back of the throat, he gently pulls your long hair into a ponytail with his hands. Groaning.

“Y/n I’m…” he pauses as you hum a soft nod. Biting the bottom lip, he comes undone painting your mouth only white as the snow. He lightly falls down when you take out his cock to swallow the juices. Pulling up on his pants quickly, the warmth from your body disappears and only the cold stays inflicting on the body. You were needing help in which Jeno obliges without you needing to tell him.

You were far too stubborn to ask for help. Jeno however knew, he knew that. He knows you a lot more than you think. He dressed you back nicely, pulling up your thermal leggings and jeans over the another, he brushed his hands through your hair to make it seem presentable when you will head back. He then pulled you into his arms.

Your lips laps open a yelp. Jeno looks down at you. “I’m still taking you to the hospital.”

You huff out. “Okay, then give me a ride home afterwards. The goddamn race is probably finished already. Man, totally missed out on it this year.”

Jeno smiles down at you. “There’s always next year, darling.”

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kittiwittebane · 4 months

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Ok but why people gotta be so aggressive about who’s dating who?

I don’t care if you ship Lunter. I like Huntlow. That’s my opinion. No, im not gonna change it coz you think so. Have your opinion, just don’t go barking at me.

In my OPINION: (see the word opinion)-(you can have ur own)

HUNTLOW/WINTER: bestest ship. Works well. They complete eachother and only have a 1 and 1/2 (approx) age difference, which is pretty normal for teens. My personal favourite. Very cute, fluffy and makes u have the fuzzies. They have a good chance of long lasting relationship.

LUNTER: Lunter would work. Lunter is undeniably a great relationship. Only 2 year age gap (approx), also normal teen age. They go well together. But I headcannon them as siblings. HEADCANNON. So for me, Lunter is sweet home Alabama.

*EDIT: I no longer headcannon Lunter as siblings but I do think they they see each other as siblings.

GUNTER: Look, ship what you want but the age difference is too much for me, 4 years, isn’t a lot, but while in teenage years, it’s a bit weird. Maybe when they’re older, like in their 20’s, but as teens? Not so great. They’re closer to brothers. They would support each other. Good relationship.

HUNTRIC/GOLDRIC: Objectively, there is nothing wrong with it. They’d probably get along super well. Same age. But they haven’t even met. And along with my ‘Luz and Hunter Siblings’ headcannon, it would be a brother-in-law, so also quite incest.

*EDIT: one again, headcannon no longer in use

AMITER: They would fight a bit, both having competitive attitudes and lots and lots of trauma. All the characters have trauma but I think Amity and Hunter as a couple would overthrow the trauma scale. Also I’m a Lumity person, so Amiter just doesn’t work for me.

HUNTLOWDRIC: um. Imma have to go with a no. Nothing wrong with it except the fact: Hunter and Edric have never met, Willow has trauma with Amity despite making it up, dating her brother is a little weird, and again it would all revolve back to the siblings thing.

*EDIT: no sibling thing

SKARA AND/OR VINEY X HUNTER: Both of them would be compatible with him, but I headcannon Viney as Lesbian. Skara, she’d be fine. If Willow didn’t exist she’d probably be what I’d ship Hunter with.

VINEARA: Very goods. I likes. Viney x Skara is good, but not my fav Viney ship. Skara sits with bat boy.

VINEMIRA: Best Viney ship. Viney and Emira. The lebanons. Lesbeans. Lesbiabians. Women lovers. Both headcannoned as lesbiansss.

LUMITY: yes. Shows main ship. Cannon. Works well. Help each other. Just yes.

GUSTHOLOMULE: not a popular ship, but I quite enjoy it. Matt is gay af. I think it’s a cool ship.

GUS X BRIA: no. I don’t- why- why. Why is this… I don’t get it.

HUNTER X CAMILA: 👁️👄👁️… [no words] (also goes for EDA X LUZ, LUZ X CAMILA, EDA X LILITH, ODALIA X BELOS, KIKIMORA X BELOS, HUNTER X BELOS, LILITH X BELOS, VEE X CAMILA, HUNTER X EDA, HUNTER X LILITH, HUNTER X KIKIMORA, CALEB X PHILIP, EVELYN X BELOS, [ANYONE NOT TOH] X [ANYONE IN TOH] and other ships like that. RAINE X BELOS and etc.

ODALIA X ALADOR: it was toxic. It- it was horrible. She was using him. Better be divorced.

LILITH X [ANYONE]: look. shes Aroace. I’m specifically talking about LILITH X STEVE. They good friends. Nothing more. Besides, isn’t Steve like.. 20 and Lilith like 40??

DARIUS X ALADOR: look I gotta say I love it. I just love it. But it would be kind of awkward, as then amity and hunter and (headcannoned) Luz and hunter would be siblings lol.

*EDIT: not siblings

Edit: I MISSED THE FACT AMITY IS A LESBIAN. She cannot date Hunter anyways! *she can but she lesbian so why would she :3

I probably missed a few, but yeah. I think you get the idea.

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toubledrouble · 11 months

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In the honor of my uranium post, here are more things my chemistry teacher has said and done:

Explained that actually electro cars are stupidly unecological because they use lithium batteries - creating them ruins the environment and we have no clue how to get rid of them

Microplastics in our blood are his favourite topic

Artificially supplied hormones and how they get from our bodies through the sewer systems to water (we can't filter them) where they mess up fish and make them gay (then the fish die) and then apparently make people gay. Somehow. He didn't elaborate because he was too busy with calculating how many gay people should statistically be in our class (it was like 3.5 btw)

Keeps bringing up how he supports gay people because there isn't enough love in the world ("but you at the last desk please do whatever you're doing at home, this is a chemistry class")

Explained how his hearing and sight work - apparently, now he can't enjoy much music because his hearing makes them sound out of tune

Talked about their fave kdramas with my friend

So many 'fun' stories from his past jobs (like when one of his university students committed suicide by poisoning himself with something they were working with in the middle of his class. Out of unrequited love. It was a very dangerous solution or something and he died before they could help him)

Frequently reminds us that we shouldn't swing on our chairs because he has already seen a human brain on the floor and doesn't really want to repeat that experience (another work accident)

The last class before Christmas break, he came in in full Christmas themed clothing (an ugly sweater, a winter had with a white front that he turned into a snowman, reindeer shoes, you name it)

Calculated how many wind turbines would it take to replace Temelín

Proceeded to calculate that they would make a straight line from said Temelín to Belgium

When our medic group was at a competition, he came to walk with us and our teacher with a tote bag where he had bananas that he then handed out and made us eat them

Also gave us good marks for participating in the competition because safety is important in a lab

Complained that we as a country care too much about other ecological/economical problems when we have our own ("mně je tygřík usurijský srdečně u prdele")

Talked about how our economy went to shit with the nazis and them the communists. Again, in chemistry, for some reason

He follows our school meme page (I'm one of the creators so this made me happy) and he laughs at the memes, even the ones about him

Told me that moravians (for context: I'm moravian but now live in central bohemia) are the best people

Made fun ways to explain chemistry to us when someone didn't understand the original versions (instead of repeating how one atom replaces another and creates a different solution, he made an explanation using relationships so people could relate and understand better)

Genuenly seemed like he was going to cry when I gave him homemade fancy decorated gingerbread (because mom is amazing and decorating it)

Always checks what book am I reading and talks to me about it for a bit

Doesn't mind when I zone out in class and miss a question which is so nice

When he saw our 'time till we leave' countdown, he said we may be happy but he will be sad and will miss us

Said that men are a dead end branch of evolution (loosely translated from "slepá vývojová větev") and had facts to back that claim up

Told us how someone poisoned his coworker by switching ethanol, which he poured into his morning tea, for methanol

Gave us a literal sheet with numbers of classes and exams that we will have. Like "lesson 24: carbohydrates I" so that we could prepare ahead

Cancelled final exam because he didn't feel like teaching (and because it wouldn't fix anyone's grade anyway) but then decided to make it voluntary in case someone would actually want to take it

Played 'calming Japanese music' during a test

Kept the nickname "Gargamel" that students gave him because he seriously looks a lot like him

He keeps all the gifts from his past students in his chemistry classrom/lab (it's 2 in 1)

Always tells us not to sit on the floor because we will get sick and won't be able to have children (aka the most slavic thing ever said)

Always has a speech about trash and the existence of trashcans when he sees some trash on the floor

When someone is being too stupid even for his patience, he says "I get that you have one brain cell that is jumping around trying to find its friends so hard it gave itself a concussion, but-"

Assigned us numbers based on the alphabetical order of our last names and made us sign tests with it to keep it anonymous so he can just throw them out without having to worry about our names being leaked (yeah it's a whole thing) because getting rid of the papers otherwise takes too long

#czech republic #czech #chemistry #teacher stories #čumblr

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Christmas with his Pa was a pretty simple affair. His Pa wasn’t very religious, and always kinda busy, but he made time for a little tree and a couple presents every year. Keith still has the sketchbook and Crayola pencils he got for Christmas the year before Pa died. He hasn’t used them since that horrible February night, and he probably won’t ever.

But Christmas with the Esposita-McClains is a whole other ballpark.

Christmas isn’t the first celebration he’s had with the McClains. There was his birthday, a month and a half before — Marcela had taken him, Lance, and the rest of the siblings to laser tag, which had been fun. Lance had gifted him one of his prized heart-shaped rocks from his collection. He’d also made Keith a cake — “All on my own!” (Only he’d forgotten to beat the eggs, and so when Keith cut the cake he’d found a full egg yolk, cooked at the bottom. Poor Lance was mortified, but Keith laughed so hard Veronica had been a little panicked and forced him to take a puff of her inhaler so his lungs didn’t give out. Keith still ate the cake — it was delicious, minus the egg.)

Christmas, though, has a little more pomp and circumstance. Technically, he’s supposed to spend Christmas with the fosters, but he’d informed them he had plans and they didn’t ask questions, so he packed his bag on December 20th — the last day of school before winter break — and went home with Lance.

He spends the days leading up to Christmas making several dozen paper snowflakes and garlands with Lance and Rachel, helping Miguel — Lance’s papà — decorate the tree, and baking with Marcela and Marco. Luis and a heavily pregnant Lisa are also staying over, so it’s a pretty full house.

Keith decides he liked all the fuss.

On Christmas Eve, Keith goes with them to Mass, and honestly kind of enjoys it even though Lance complains the whole time. He’s never been before. It isn't exactly fun, or anything like that, but it’s new and strange and that’s enough to keep Keith’s interest. (Not Lance’s, though. Lance fidgets the whole time and occasionally points out silly figures he imagined in the marble floors. He also tries to start a game of double-o seven with Keith, but Marcela shuts that down remarkably quickly, which is a bit of a relief. Lance always wins that stupid game and Keith hates it).

But despite the lovely stained glass and almost cult-like chanting, the magic doesn’t start until they arrive back home. The first thing Lance does is sprint up to his room, dragging Keith behind him, to shuck off their stuffy church clothes and scramble into pajama pants and chunky sweaters (knitted carefully by Lance, with his Abuela’s guidance. The sleeves are wonky, and there are stitches sticking out all over the place – it’s the comfiest thing Keith owns, and his favourite sweater in the whole world.) They stomp down the stairs, Lance making a beeline for all the presents under the tree and Keith settling down a few feet away to watch.

(Keith has spent several years of his life imagining the perfect Christmas he might have some day. He’d imagined the perfect tree, the smell of cinnamon and sugar wafting through the air, delicate ornaments hanging everywhere, beautiful presents under the tree. His main frame of reference are movies and T.V. shows, books and the odd advertisement, and they all painted the flawless image of What Christmas Looks Like. Keith doesn’t like to get his hopes up too high, but he does enjoy indulging his imagination.

The tree at the McClains is a mess of decorations. Lance and Keith had started putting them on nicely, but Lance had teased Keith for being a slowpoke part way through and they’d dissolved into a competition. Miguel had laughed and indulged it. The house certainly smells of something, and it is definitely the garlic knots Marco burnt. Marcela has had every window in the house open for hours now, and it has done next to nothing. The ornaments hanging around the house are the paper snowflakes Keith and Lance had made earlier, and they’d run out of white paper quickly and used their old homework instead. Miguel had forgotten to buy Christmas wrapping paper, so every present is wrapped with bright pink paper with ‘Happy Birthday’ patterned all over it. Someone (Lance) had taken the time to scrawl ‘Jesus’ after every ‘Happy Birthday’ in a green marker, to make it more festive.

Keith wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Lance must spend twenty straight minutes begging his parents to open presents early, trying every plea he can imagine, but it’s an amused but firm ‘no’ every time. Every no makes Lance flop dramatically into Keith’s lap with a groan of equally dramatic misery.

Eventually, after hearing twenty minutes of Lance’s begging, Keith starts to get a little overexcited, too. Marcela had hugged Keith tightly when he’d asked to stay with them over the break, talking as quickly as her son often did about the presents she’d bought him and the traditions they would share with him. Keith trusts Marcela, trusts all the McClains, and so he’s been enjoying letting his imagination run wild with Lance every night. So after Miguel and Marcela refused Lance’s early present request for at least the thirtieth time, Keith nudges Lance, giving him a Look. Lance, used to Keith’s Looks, understands immediately, trying to duck his head to hide his grin. Keith puts on his best puppy dog eyes and turns to Miguel and Marcela.

“Can we please open one present, Marcela? Just the one?”

As expected, both adults soften immediately, exchanging a look. Keith and Lance do the same, smirking at each other. They are opening those presents tonight, yessir.

“I suppose just the one would be fine,” Marcela concedes.

Lance and Keith whoop and cheer, scrambling for the tree –

“Hold it, you crazy kids,” Miguel calls. They pause, looking back impatiently.

“Aw, what for?” Lance whines.

“There’s one condition,” Marcela says, raising a brow.

“We get to pick the presents,” Miguel finishes.

Keith and Lance exchange another look, shrugging.

“Sure,” Keith agrees.

Marcela and Miguel grin, looking almost excited as the boys. They rustle around the present pile for a few minutes, just long enough to make the boys antsy. Eventually they grab the parcels, handing them to each kid in turn, both so excited they’re nearly vibrating.

To Lance, Miguel hands a decently large box, almost a foot and a half in length. It’s clearly heavy, as Lance nearly drops it when he gets a hold of it, misjudging its weight. To Keith, Marcela has to drag over a box – it’s so large it’s very nearly taller than Keith, and it’s certainly wide enough that he could fit inside it if he so pleased. Keith stares at it with wide, incredulous eyes.

“This is for me?” he asks, breathless.

He can’t remember the last time he had a present. Let alone one bigger than him.

Marcela smiles softly. “One hundred percent of it.”

As enthusiastic as Keith was a few minutes ago, suddenly he’s nervous. He doesn’t know why. But he has a persistent voice in his head telling him as soon as he opens that box, the illusion will shatter, and he’ll go back to being on his own. Everything has just been too wonderful so far. He feels like the other shoe has to drop at some point.

“You go first,” he blurts, looking at Lance.

Lance must notice his trepidation, because he holds Keith gaze carefully for a few moments before letting his excitement take over again.

“Okay!”

He tears into the wrapping paper, revealing a white and brown box with ‘SINGER’ printed in all caps on the side. He gasps.

“My own sewing machine! For me! Oh my gosh oh my gosh or my gosh, is it really for me?”

Miguel laughs, reaching over to ruffle his son’s hair. Lance is so excited that he doesn’t even complain about it (which is wild, because the last person to ruffle Lance’s hair was Marco, last week, and Lance had bitten him hard enough to break skin).

“All for you, kiddo. Now you don’t have to drive your poor Abuela insane with all your begging to use hers. You guys can work together!”

Lance squeals with joy, rushing over to crush both his parents in a huge hug. He even hugs Keith, even though Keith had nothing to do with the gift. Keith can’t say he minds, though. Lance is a good hugger.

“It’s your turn now, Keith!” Lance says as he pulls back from the hug. He’s beaming at him, but Keith can’t quite find a smile himself. All of his nervousness and terror hits him at once, full force, and he can feel tears prick at his eyes.

“What’s wrong, mijo?” Marcela asks softly. Kindly. Kinder than any other adult has talked to him since his Pa, really. The thought of his Pa makes him cry harder.

“If I open the box you guys are gonna forget about me,” Keith chokes out.

It doesn’t make sense, not really. There’s no logic he can follow. But there’s a tight ball of dread churning in his stomach, and all he can hear is Ethan’s taunting, the last foster family – “Sorry, but we just can’t keep him any longer. He’s too much.” He can hear his current foster mother, sighing every time she sees him. He can hear his social worker, turning to him with tired eyes – “What am I gonna do with you, kid?” – and his chest hurts and his eyes blur and his hands are sweating because the Esposita-McClains – Lance – they’re nice, too nice, and they love him, but they don’t know all of him. They don’t know the parts of him that are hurting and broken and sharp and unloveable. Because so much of him is – no one loves him for long, and he’s the only constant in the equation, so it has to be him. He’s the issue. There’s something wrong with him, and soon the Esposita-McClains – soon Lance – are going to see it, and they’re going to take a few polite steps back and tell him he has to stay away, now, and Keith won’t even blame them.

“Oh, Keith,” Marcela says, and then he’s folded into a hug so tight he can hear his bones creak. “Oh, mijo. Mi hijo precioso. Mi estrellito brillante. There is nothing wrong with you, my love. Nothing at all. You are not unloveable, you are not broken, you are not sharp. You are good and kind and brave and you are loved, mi hijo. So loved. I love you. Miguel loves you. So does Luis, and Lisa and Marco and Veronica and Rachel; they all love you. And Lance, baby, Lance loves you so much. Did you know that he talks about you every single day? Every day. Even before I got to meet you, Lance was rushing home after school saying ‘Mami, mami, you should hear what me and Keith did today, he has so many good ideas! And he’s so good at reading, Mami, I saw him read a whole chapter book in one day! He’s so cool, Mami, I can’t wait for him to come over.’ Why, it eventually came to a point where I thought you must be some kind of child celebrity, with the way Lancito talked about you!”

Keith sniffles, some of his tears slowing down. “Really?”

Marcela continues to rock him gently, tucked in her arms, as if he’s two instead of ten. “Yes, mijo, really. There is no one on this planet who loves you as much as we do, pobrecito. Nobody.”

“We love you to the moon and back,” Miguel adds, voice just as soft and honest.

“To the Sun and back! No, more! I love you more than there is love on Earth!” Lance insists, and it doesn’t make sense, but it does make Keith feel better.

Keith looks at them all for a moment. His tears have made his vision a little blurry, but no one looks away from him, each one of them holding his gaze gently. Marcela still has her arm tucked around him. Lance scooches forward to grasp his hand. Miguel grins at him brightly.

He can trust them. He knows he can. And even if this comes back to bite him in the butt later – well, why would he ruin it now?

“Okay,” he says quietly. “Okay. I love you too.”

Marcela presses a smacking kiss to his forehead, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “Good, mi estrellito brillante.” My bright little star. Marcela calls him that often. “Open your present, my love. That will dry your tears.”

Keeping a tight grip on Lance’s hand and staying right where he is in Marcela’s lap, he does. He reaches for the goofy wrapping paper with his free hand, tearing carefully at first, then digging in at Miguel’s gentle teasing. The paper pulls away to reveal a big, beaten cardboard box – thick and solid, so there’s nothing to indicate what’s inside. Briefly, Keith considers the possibility of him getting the puppy he’s always wanted, but dismisses it just as quickly because the box has no airholes. Also, Lance has been begging for a pet every single day for as long as Keith’s known him, and he has gotten absolutely nowhere, so. Probably not.

Unable to quell his curiosity any further, Keith stands, carefully opening the flaps and peering inside. What he sees makes him gasp sharply, eyes going wide.

Books! Dozens of them! Paper and hardback and new and used and fiction and non-fiction! Enough reading material for months, at the very least!

“Oh my God,” is the only thing he can think to say. He reaches in the box just to run his fingers along the spines of a few titles: Magnifico. The Marrow Thieves. A Thousand Nights. So many books he’s never even heard of, and more that he’s been looking forward to reading.

“I’ve been making a few stops at the thrift store every couple of days since you’ve been staying over,” Marcela says quietly, running her hand through his hair. “And one of Miguel’s coworkers has a daughter who’s moving out, so she had lots of books she was thinking of getting rid of.”

“And I told her about how much you wanted to read the Percy Jackson series!” Lance boasts. “We had to take a secret trip to Indigo when you weren’t looking. I made sure to pick out the ones with the nicest covers – not a scratch, promise! Well, except for the one I dropped. That one has a dent. Sorry.”

Keith feels tears well up again, but this time they’re not sad tears. He turns around and shoves his face into Marcela’s neck so they don’t drip onto his new books.

“Thank you,” he cries, voice muffled into her shoulder. She chuckles softly, tucking him closely and pressing another million kisses to his hair. He can feel Lance wiggling into the hug on his left side, and Miguel’s warm hand on his right shoulder.

“You’re welcome, mijo.”

He loves the Esposita-McClains. So much.

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“Hey. Hey. Keith. You awake?”

Keith pulls the covers from over his head, blinking as his eyes adjust to the low light of the room, meeting Lance’s gaze. He has his own bed in Lance’s room now, because Marcela had claimed that she was tired of coming to check on them in the night and seeing her “horrible sleeper of a son flail and kick and steal all of the covers”. She’d dragged them both to Ikea, letting them play hide-n-seek in the displays and even buying Lance the toy shark he begged for. (Keith teased him about being a baby, but then Lance put his hands on his hips and gave him a Look – that he’d copied directly from Lisa whenever Luis and Marco started wrestling on the living room floor and almost broke things – shoving a toy hippo in his hands and telling him he was just as much of a baby as Lance.

Keith took the hippo. Because Lance made him feel guilty about leaving it behind, not because he agreed. Obviously.)

“Yeah, I’m awake.”

Lance is quiet for long enough that Keith thinks he might have fallen asleep.

“Do you wanna exchange the presents we got for each other?”

“Christmas is tomorrow, Lance.”

“I can’t wait! You’ve been all suspicious for a million years. I want to know so badly. Don’t you want to know what I got you?”

Honestly? Yes. Keith does. Lance has been strutting around like a proud peacock all week, and Keith is intrigued. Lance is a pretty good gift giver. Keith keeps the heart-shaped rock he gave him in his pocket, and he holds it when he’s feeling nervous. It’s nice.

“...Yeah, okay.”

“Yes!” Lance cheers, quickly scrambling out front he covers and digging around under his bed. Keith does a flip off his bed, somersaulting when he hits the floor and crawling to the closet. He moves the mound of stuffed animals off the floor until he uncovers a thick envelope, crawling back to the middle of the room where Lance is practically vibrating in excitement, the glow of the fairy lights reflecting off his brown eyes and making them look like they’re shining.

“Me first!”

“You get your present first or give it first?”

“Give it, duh. That’s more exciting.”

Keith shrugs. “If you say so.”

He’s lying, of course. It is exciting, but Lance gets all grumpy when Keith pretends to be super serious, and it’s hilarious. Right now is no exception, and Lance glares at him until he finally cracks a grin.

“Here,” Lance says, smile quickly coming back to his face as he shoves a box in Keith’s lap. “Open, open, open.”

“Okay, jeez. Hold your horses.” Despite his teasing, Keith can barely contain his excitement as he rips into the wrapping paper. He accidentally opens the box upside down, and when he tries to lift it a million little papers fall into his lap, along with a stapled booklet.

“What is it?” Keith questions, gathering the papers.

Lance beams at him. “Origami paper! You like to fold stuff, but it always takes you a million years to rip the regular paper into squares. I measured a bunch of papers and cut them, so you don’t have to anymore, and you can go right to folding! Oh, and this –” he reaches over and picks up the booklet, flipping it over so Keith can see the title. “I went to the library and copied out that origami instruction book you always use, so you don’t have to keep signing it out. Now you have it!”

Carefully, Keith takes back the booklet, flipping through the stapled pages. There are dozens of them, page after page of instructions copied in Lance’s neatest, most careful handwriting, along with several pictures he traced from the book. The book and the papers – God, this must have taken Lance hours.

“You did all this? For me?” Keith can’t quite keep the bewilderment out of his voice. He doesn’t even – he doesn't even know what to say.

“‘Course! You’re my best friend! Let me know when you run out of paper, I’ll cut you more.”

Keith swallows the lump in his throat, carefully setting down his gift to squeeze Lance tightly.

“Your turn,” he says once he pulls away.

If possible, Lance’s grin gets brighter. Keith places the envelope in his grabby hands, biting his lip as Lance opens it eagerly. He’s careful not to rip anything. He slides out a stapled bundle of paper – not dissimilar to his own gift to Keith – and has to muffle his own shout when he reads the title.

“Our story! You actually – oh my gosh! Keith!” Lance briefly flicks his gaze to Keith, mouth wide in gleeful shock, before eagerly leafing through the little book.

Keith grins. He has been working on this forever – an illustrated story of the space ranger game they’ve been playing since they met. He even used up three entire blue and red markers colouring in the space armour he designed for them.

“Veronica helped with the story typing,” he admits, “but I did all the drawing.”

Lance sets the book down to flap his hands in delight, smile so wide it squishes his cheeks and squeezes his eyes shut. He practically tackles Keith in a hug, Keith’s head just barely missing the bedpost.

“Oof.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Keith smiles softly. ��Of course.”

It takes them a good while to wind down enough to get back to bed – both of them can barely put their gifts down, but eventually they manage, Lance tugging the blankets and pillows off his own bed and piling them on Keith’s. This isn’t uncommon – Keith has his own bed now, but he frequently wakes up to one of Lance’s arms flailed on his face and his body nearly pushed right off the bed. Lance claims he gets cold on his own, which is ridiculous, because he has five of his own blankets and somehow most of them end up in a tangled mess by his feet when they wake out.

But Keith doesn’t really mind.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” Keith whispers once they’re settled.

“Whattaya mean?”

“Well, we already opened our presents, right? Is your mom gonna be upset that we have nothing to open tomorrow?”

Lance props himself up on his elbow, looking at Keith with his head tilted. “Keith, don’t be silly. Mamá y papá got us a bunch more presents. Plus, there’s Santa.”

Ignoring the flutter in his chest at the mention of more presents – more? Than the two he’s already got? – Keith raises an eyebrow.

“You still believe in Santa?”

“Of course not,” Lance scoffs. “Rachel told me the truth when I was four because she’s meanie. But Vero told me to drag it out as long as possible, so that way we get more gifts and sweets and stuff.”

“Oh, smart.”

“Yep.”

“...Do I get Santa presents?”

“Yes, obviously. You’re part of this family, are you not?”

This time, the flutter in his chest spreads all the way up to his face, and he smiles so wide he feels his cheeks might explode.

“Yeah. I guess so.” He turns over, hiking his blankets up to his chin and blinking at Lance. “Night, Lance.”

“Night, Keith! Love you.”

“...Love you too.”

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the-wiggler · 4 months

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DION BUNNY AND KANE HC’S

watch out for poor grammar, poor punctuation and everything i wrote this haphazardly on my phone notes app.

dion loves sitting at the front of the bus/car but he always gets motion sick

one of the first things bunny showed dion was the arcade and they cheated on all the games to get the most expensive gift there

even if kane didnt pursue music, he has an absolutely incredible sense of rhythm and soloes at just dance, dance central and guitar hero

overcooked was the first co-op game bunny bought bc they wanted a co-op game to play together that wasn’t a competition (didn’t work, bunny now has one defunct controller that has suspiciously dion hand-shaped burn marks on it)

kane is the best at mancala and bunny is the worst but kane purposely lets bunny win and makes dion lose

while dion is a gamer like bunny, kane is more of a traditional board games guy like mancala, reversi (othello?), backgammon, mahjong.

bunny is just really bad at co-op games whether that be team-work or vs

bunny runs cold and they’re ALWAYS cold especially at night so Dion and Bunny cuddle up and its the best sleep Bunny has had in a while

and in the winter, they huddle up with kane and its a flame demon sandwich except dion won’t stop scolding kane for “hogging” bunny and kane won’t stop purposely pulling them closer to irritate dion (and other reasons, undisclosed) and bunny ends up with no sleep

sometimes when dion and kane's arguments get too heated (haha) bunny will make them stand in opposite corner of the room or in different rooms

kane is scared of riding in the car and he always white knuckle grips the handle and dion always tells bunny to “floor it”

dion’s favourite music genre is pop songs from 2000’s like flo rida, shakira, while Kane prefers old timey jazz music like louis armstrong, frank sinatra

dion constantly falls for the ICUP or the eye map ness jokes and kane keeps making them

dion likes sweeter teas (with milk and/or honey kind) whereas kane and bunny prefer more bitter teas (oolong, jasmine etc)

bunny has very bad eyebags because they keep staying up to play video games and dion has no sense of when humans should be in bed

kane has the best poker face and bunny has the worst ever

not sure if anyone’s seen miss kobayashi’s dragon maid but that’s basically how i see dion and bunny’s dynamic (is kane kanna…wait a minute) like they both revolutionised each others way of seeing life and changed each other

dion and kane doesn’t understand the “low heat long cook time” kind of recipes (like caramelised onions) and are the type to be like “oh why bake at 100 degrees for 30 minutes when i can blast it at 1000 degrees for 3 minutes?”

bunny’s favourite hobby is bed rotting and reading until dion and kane started staying with them

kane loves old timey talk sometimes he exclaims "egads!"

also they're all holding hands and kissing rn guys dont worry everythings ok

#reverie audios #reverie audios dion #reverie audio kane #if u think this goes against canon ur actually wrong because #kane and dion told me this personally #cause theyre actually in my bed rn #non of these hc apply to the storyline and that's the best kind of headcanons dont u think

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danilovefest · 1 month

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from: Box Repsol Blog

Cycling, a sport that inspires me

A love of cycling

I discovered my passion for bicycles when I was very young. Before getting on a motorbike, I had already tried it all on my bicycle. For me, it was as if my bicycle were a motorbike! I started riding motorbikes from a very young age, but at that time I thought that if it didn’t work out, I wanted to be a cyclist.

Now I only go cycling to stay in shape and enjoy myself. I love cycling up mountain passes and I get a kick out of beating my times whenever I do the same route again. I have to keep myself in check so that I don’t go overboard and get carried away. It’s not a good idea to go flat out every day. You have to be smart when training and know when to take a break for a few days. Even though I don’t cycle professionally, I take it seriously and get annoyed when I see that my times are off and when my pace is not as good as the last time.

Another thing I like about cycling is that you can adapt it to your own fitness level. For example, during winter I remove the outer chainring as I barely use it. When my legs feel stronger, I look for the best way to improve, adding the chainring or really upping my cadence.

The best part is cycling as a group. The time and distance fly by when you are in good company, and it is also a way of getting better quality training. I still enjoy the days that I cycle alone though as it’s a different approach; I have to look for motivation from within.

Bicycle collector

The bicycle itself plays a big role and I use a Pinarello Dogma F10 fitted with Shimano. The key to choosing a bicycle is to find one that fits just right, that weighs very little, and that has a high quality carbon frame, not forgetting about the look of the bike.

Years ago, I decided to start a collection of all of my bikes because of all the unforgettable memories and experiences I’ve had on them. Many of my sporting accomplishments have been achieved when using cycling for training. I have fond memories of those tough times that I faced, pedalling with all my strength on a steep climb.

I now have a wonderful collection of Pinarellos. It is a selection of bikes that represents the changing times and fashions and when you look at them all together, you can see the differences in technology and colours used over the years.

A passion for professional cycling

Purito was my favourite cyclist because of his explosive power, but now that he is retired, I have my eye on other Spanish cyclists, like Alejandro Valverde and Alberto Contador. I’m also looking forward to seeing who will be the next rising star to keep us entertained. In recent years, Froome, Quintana, Nibali and Alberto Contador are the cyclists we’ve seen competing for the big titles. So who knows who might surprise us this year.

If I had to choose my favourite cycling stage it would definitely be the Alps. I’ve had a great time cycling there myself and it’s the best area. The Dolomites stages are really tough and I’ve suffered cycling up those passes, but it feels amazing when you finally reach the top.

When watching cycling on TV, I prefer to watch the bigger tours. I tend to watch them more often, although it is easy to get hooked on the classics with the exciting shows they put on.

My experience cycling

I have taken part in a tour cycling race before, and I know that in this sport it’s difficult to position yourself, to know if the group got broken up, or if you’re at the front. That is why it’s vital to wear an earpiece because it helps a lot in this regard. There has been a lot of talk about whether using an earpiece disrupts the competition, but nobody can deny that it increases rivalry between the cyclists and makes for a better show.

I’ve sometimes thought about taking part in Paris-Roubaix, but when I consider how tough it is, it puts me off. My brother has cycled in it. He has told me what it’s like and to be honest, it looks way easier on TV than it is in real life. I don’t think it would be my favourite race if I ever did cycle in it.

I hope you’ve enjoyed hearing about my passion for cycling. As always, thanks to all Box Repsol followers for reading and for your unconditional support. See you at the track!

Dani Pedrosa

#dani pedrosa #media: text #theme: other ventures #source: box repsol blog

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welcometololaland · 9 months

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The game where you bold all that apply (and I put unhinged things below).

Thanks for the tag @olinsghost! Sorry I'm so late but thank you for thinking of me, I appreciate it <3

APPEARANCE: i’m under 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

(unhinged notes: ANYONE who has read Love Game aka. the Tennis AU knows how much I love Nike - that's a FACT. Also, I should wear glasses but I don't (don't @ me @rmd-writes), i love oversized t-shirts but ALSO crop tops BUT i'm a tummy hurt girlie so loose clothing is sometimes necessary. i want a tattoo so badly but i'm so indecisive. i never wore my retainer so now i have to get braces AGAIN and sometimes i wear hats backwards but NOT baseball caps purely because i don't have one).

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (if i can afford it) // i can do a handstand

(unhinged notes 2.0: i love sport and have played like 10 billion of them in my life, i learnt the piano for like 15 years or something stupid but i'm still not that good, i can do a somersault and a handstand because i take acro classes which are SUPER fun and I did a front tuck the other week! i'm flipping!!! fun fact my sister is an amazing singer - i did not get those genes but i like singing to myself in the car and i HATE singing in front of anyone else. could i survive in the wild on my own? fuck off. absolutely not).

RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friends i have known for (more than) ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

(unhinged notes 3.0: every day i wake up and wonder when my partner is going to be like wtf have a done, but yes, i am in a relationship. i've known two of my best friends since primary school (5 years old). my advice is never good but i give it anyway. i have several online friends and i've now met quite a few of them in real life and i am BLESSED for that!)

AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season 🍂

(unhinged notes 4.0: okay hear me out. early autumn is the best season because it is still warm, light (but not too hot) and the leaves are starting to turn pretty colours!!! spring is too rainy imo, summer too hot and winter too cold. the ocean TERRIFIES me but i think that's part of it's allure. i like listening to thunderstorms but i better not be outside when i do).

MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend// i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities //i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

(unhinged notes 5.0): LOVE the smell of sharpies. LOVE IT. i am the idiot friend, not the mom friend. one time an ex-boyfriend tried to teach me how to drive stick and i'm pretty sure we broke up 2 weeks later).

tagging the following mutuals but ANYONE feel free to join in! @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @carlos-in-glasses (i love when you do the notes) @heartstringsduet @lightningboltreader @strandnreyes @lutavero @guardian-angle22 @lemonlyman-dotcom @iboatedhere @cha-melodius @treluna4 @celeritas2997 @alrightbuckaroo @alltheprettyplaces @goodways

#personal #tumblr games #about me #unhinged notes SORRY

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corinne-eaglebridge-sso · 1 month

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A rundown of all the Gouden Paarden books

So, these are my favourite horse books of all time. Written by Christine Linneweever and with cover art by George Schriemer, these all follow the point of view from the titular horse. They have sadly never been translated to any other languages than Dutch, but I'll give a rundown of all of the currently out books anyways! Most if not all will just be the translated backcover synopsis, so some might be shorter than others, and they'll be listed in order of release.

Aurea de wilde pony - Aurea the wild pony On the rugged plains in England, the mare Darinde gives birth to a beautiful foal. The filly's coat shines like gold and her mane and tail are pure white. Life for the ponies of the plain is beautiful, but hard, Aura is two years old when one day a truck drives onto the plain. Her mother is shocked and warns Aurea. She knows what the arrival of the humans means. (The pony Aurea is born in a nature reserve. When she’s two years old, she is caught. That is the beginning of an exciting journey.)

De zoektocht van Pico - Pico's Search Pico has felt unwanted from birth. His mother is a purebred New Forest pony and she should never have had a foal from that Appaloosa stallion. Who likes appaloosas, with those strange spots? Nobody, right? When Pico is sold at the horse market and ends up at the Sissende S Ranch, he cannot believe his eyes. There are all kinds of Appaloosas living here! He finally feels at home. Pico makes many new friends and learns to ride the western way. But the most important thing for Pico is that someone really loves him: the owners' daughter, Martine. Until everything goes wrong and Pico has to leave the ranch...

Maisa de dappere Arabier - Maisa the brave Arabian 'And this is perhaps our most famous Arabian thoroughbred, Maisa Bint Makloufa!' A soft 'oooh' sounds through the stable. The visitors of the tour at GS Arabians are deeply impressed by Maisa's beauty. But one night the precious mare is taken by strangers. Will Maisa manage to escape? (Maisa, a beautiful thoroughbred mare, is stolen. When she tries to flee, she gets heavily disfigured and disabled and ends up at a stable that specializes in teaching disabled children to ride.)

De ontsnapping van Rafal - Rafal's Escape Rafal is a konik and lives with his herd in a nature reserve in the middle of the Netherlands. It's a tough life for the horses now that it's winter. There is a thick layer of snow and the animals can hardly find food. In the reserve, the koniks are not fed additionally and the herd cannot leave the area to look for food. One day the horses see no other way out: they have to cross the lake that forms the border of the reserve, hoping that something edible can be found on the other side. However, to do so they have to cross a snow-covered ice field. Rafal is afraid of the ice, but he realizes he has no other choice. Will he make it to the other side? And what awaits him on the other side of the lake, where he has never been before? (The stallion Rafal is so hungry that he leaves his herd and escapes the nature reserve. He meets the girl Sam, who takes him to a stable. But does Rafal want to stay there?)

De droom van Fabio - Fabio's Dream Fabio is a Haflinger who is extremely good at dressage. With his owner Lara he wins many competitions. Now they're even allowed to start doing Z-dressage! Fabio finds it amazing and wants to put in all his effort, but he has the feeling Lara isn't as enthusiastic. She rides less and less and seems to be losing interest in him. In the mean time, she expects him to keep performing at the same high level. To minimize risk, he isn't even allowed into the meadows anymore. Fabio does what he can, but it is heavy for him and often he's stiff from muscle pain. On top of that, some of the jury at competitions find it weird that a Haflinger is competing at this high level. Fabio starts to doubt everything: Lara, himself, and his life as a dressage pony. Of course, he wants to do well and shine in the dressage arena. But he also wants to feel the wind in his manes...

De redding van Roan - Roan's Rescue Roan is a big, tough, friendly Friesian. He is perfectly happy in his stable in Friesland, with his owner Dieuwertje. Together they enjoy wonderful outdoor rides and are quite successful in dressage competitions. But when Dieuwertje comes to the stable one day crying, Roan's world collapses. Dieuwertje's mother has lost her job and they can no longer afford to keep Roan. To his great sorrow he has to be sold. His new boss is very different from Dieuwertje. Roan has to work very hard in a pair, together with Tjeerd. The two horses become great friends, but they also have a hard time and receive little food. Moreover, Tjeerd is terrified of water. Roan does what he can to help his new friend overcome his fear. It seems to work, until they participate in a big competition. Something happens there that will turn Roan's world upside down once again...

Bowi komt in opstand - Bowi Revolts Bowi is a happy Shetland pony who loves to see the world. He's incredibly happy when he gets sold to amusement park Ponyworld. Because of how smart and funny he is, he's allowed to participate in the shows. Bowi loves August, the trainer. But one day August suddenly disappears, after a fight about him spending too much money on the showponies. Bowi's life changes completely when Hugo, the owner's son, becomes the new trainer. Hugo doesn't train the ponies by rewarding them, but by punishing them, and he is too lazy to take proper care of them. The other ponies accept their fate, but Bowi revolts! But is that a smart idea? Because Hugo can decide what is going to happen to him. And sometimes ponies that have too leave Ponyworld end up at the butcher's... Or can the twins Yara and Dominique save Bowi when he pulls yet another prank?

Nola, met hart en ziel - Nola, with heart and soul Nola is terribly disappointed that she is being sold again. Twice now she has given her all for her riders, who then simply exchange her for a bigger horse. She will never do that again! She ends up with Floyd, who doesn't know exactly what he wants. Despite Nota's reluctance, a bond slowly grows between them. When an attempt is made to steal the most expensive horse from the stable, Nola and Floyd can only prevent it by working together. To do this, they must overcome dangerous obstacles...

Het vuur van Bajka - Bajka's Fire Bajka was born in Poland on a stud farm with racehorses. She always trains with them and is often the fastest, yet she is not allowed to participate in horse racing because she is not a true thoroughbred. When her owner goes to college, Bajka is sold to a trader from the Netherlands. After a terrible journey, she soon finds a sweet new owner, Julia. But she soon learns that life here is very different from the racetrack in Poland. Here you can't gallop endlessly and Julia gets scared when Bajka wants to stretch her legs. It makes Julia and Bajka both unhappy. Can Julia find a way to channel all of Bajka's energy?

De heimwee van Faxi - Faxi's Homesickness Faxi and Noor are a golden duo. Faxi loves participating in competitions with Noor and guiding tourist tours in Iceland. Unfortunately, this suddenly comes to an end when Noor has to move to Finland. Faxi is inconsolable. Even when Noor has been gone for a while, he still thinks about her. Then he hears that the world championships will be held in the Netherlands this year. That's the country where Noor comes from! Faxi is freaking out when his owner Ingaborg chooses him to come along. He doesn't believe Baldur, who claims that all horses that leave Iceland to go abroad never return. Ingaborg would never let that happen, would she?

Vidar wil dansen - Vidar wants to dance Vidar, a fjord, works in forestry with his boss Steven, but he hates dragging trees; it's tough and always the same. He would love to dance like a dressage pony! According to his mother, he is absolutely not suitable for dressage. Vidar has to give up his dream and accept his fate as a workhorse. Until boss Steven has an accident and breaks his leg. Steven's granddaughter Fay has to take care of Vidar for so long, even though she thinks he is a clumsy and fat animal and she has absolutely no desire to do so. Gradually, Fay and Vidar get to know each other better... When Steven has recovered, Vidar has to return to the forest, but can he and Fay still live without each other?

De liefde van Luna - Luna's Love The three-year-old mare Luna has had little luck in life. She was bought by a trader who wanted to make her saddle broken as quickly as possible so that he could resell her. His stablehand Rico does this with so much violence that poor Luna becomes terrified of riding. One day Sterre comes to visit her and it is love at first sight! Sterre sees how poorly Luna is treated and decides to buy her. But she soon finds out that Luna is a nervous pony and as soon as she wants to ride her, things go wrong...

Izar de Spaanse beauty - Izar the Spanish Beauty Izar was bred by the famous Spanish horse breeder Dona Alvarez. Despite his excess energy, Dona has enormous confidence in him. His future has a silver lining. Until everything goes wrong and Izar experiences something terrible, which almost causes his death. He is rescued in the nick of time, but there is nothing left of his energy. And that means that he is the ideal horse for Marit, who became afraid after a fall. But what if Marit manages to give him his energy back? Will she still be brave enough to ride him then?

De overwinning van Erin - Erin's Victory Erin is a police horse: as gentle as anything and afraid of nothing. That is, until she is bitten by an aggressive dog. She is left with a significant wound, which is healing nicely. But the wound in her heart is less easy to heal. No matter what Jeanine, her rider, tries, Erin maintains a deep-seated fear of dogs. This means that, to her great sadness, Erin is no longer allowed to remain in the police force. She ends up with Lieke, who she immediately has a connection with. Lieke, just like Erin, would love to go on outdoor rides. She decides to help Erin with her fear, but how can one girl succeed where all the police specialists have failed?

Een veulen voor Rose - A foal for Rose Rose is a surrogate mother at a breeding farm for Arabian thoroughbreds. She has already given birth to four foals that she knows are not her own. She's had more than enough. Most of all, she wants a foal of her own. And someone who cares for her and loves her for who she is. Out of sadness and loneliness, Rose starts eating more and more. When the extra kilos cause her to fail to get pregnant again, Rose is fine with that, but the owner of the Arabian breeding farm is not. Rose is transferred to a covered wagon company to lose weight. She has to work terribly hard for the mean owner and is barely cared for. Will she ever get out of here? And does she have to go back to the breeding farm? In the meantime, she continues to long for a nice life and her own foal...

Ferron, een echte vriend - Ferron, a true friend Ferron and Bravo are best friends. They live and work at a beer brewery in Zeeland, where they run in a beautiful six-horse team together with four other draft horses. They are well cared for by Joris. But everything changes when Bravo becomes very ill and then suddenly disappears, and Joris is fired. Ferron does not get along at all with the new horse caretaker Lars. And he shows it too! When the brewery owner decides to continue with four horses instead of six, Ferron is sold to a horse trader. Where will he end up now? And will he ever see his best friend Bravo again?

#my posts #not sso #christine linneweever #gouden paarden #horse books #horses

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