#like i’m trying to be ‘just one of the girls’ except im a very obvious imposter

[hannieehaee]

i dont know if u accept smut reqs but if u don’t please ignore my ask and i’m so sorry for overstepping!!

but could i please req a hard dom!seungkwan who teaches u a lesson at home after u couldn’t stop whining and begging for him at dinner with ur friends?

18+ / mdi

content: dom!seungkwan, afab reader, teasing, smut, oral (m receiving), letc.

wc: 1399

a/n: im so sorry i took so long to finish this!!! ive been trying to make time for all reqs so its taking a while to get them all out T-T anyways thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoy!!

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it was common for seungkwan to bring you along whenever he had dinner with the members. it had kind of become a tradition to have dinner together at least once a month, with the members' respective significant others tagging along.

you had been part of the crew for a while, having been dating seungkwan for an extended period of time by now. you were practically just another friend to the members at this point, making all of you quite comfortable with one another.

maybe too comfortable.

seungkwan always thought of you as a well-behaved girl. not even in a dirty way or anything. he just knew you were never the type to act out in public or to purposely become a nuance to him. yes, you would banter with him sometimes, but it was always in good faith and never really went anywhere. sure, you'd often tease him in the bedroom and take advantage of your effect on him time after time, but this always remained behind closed doors.

which was why seungkwan was quite shocked at the way in which you had suddenly decided to behave.

you weren't being too obvious about it, keeping your brattiness between you and himself. it started with a few touches far too high on his thigh, followed by raunchy comments hidden behind a cough. then it evolved into lustful eyes staring down on his own whenever no one was looking.

it even manifested itself into you cornering him on your way to the bathroom as he came back from a bathroom break himself.

you'd planted a steamy kiss on his lips and felt him up in a very unseemly way before letting him know you 'wanted his cock so fucking bad' and making your merry way to the bathroom as he walked back to the table completely flustered. it then (unsurprisingly) proceeded into a text message received by seungkwan a few moments later, a message containing your bare breasts and a look in your eye that he only ever saw between the sheets. except you weren't between his sheets. you were at the restaurant's bathroom, making a fool of him with a mere picture.

that was more or less where seungkwan felt it'd be appropriate to put his foot down. he was never good at resisting you, and he knew that adding the extra layer of being surrounded by his members would only make him break sooner or later. so he decided to throw you a curveball and storm after you in the bathroom, coughing out an excuse of 'forgot my wallet in the restroom' to the other guys before sneaking his way into the hallway leading to the restroom. that's where he found you making your way back to the table before wordlessly dragging you to one of the spacious gender neutral stalls and locking the door.

immediately pushing you up against the wall, he practically growled out his next words.

"you wanted me to embarrass myself out there, huh? knowing i dont know how to act any time you tease me," he assessed, knowing he was right by your shocked expression.

you clearly were expecting him to crumble and make up some weak excuse in order to take you home as you smirked next to him, giving the members clear indication of who begged for who in the relationship. but he decided to turn things on you and give you a taste of your own medicine, maybe show you what it was like to get on your knees for your beloved.

"no, i-"

"did i say you could speak? good girls stay quiet til i tell them do speak. do you understand?", his hands went to run up and down your body, making a game plan of how he was going to take you.

"y-yes."

"good girl. now ..."

his eyed drifted down to your cleavage, reminding him of the dirty picture you had sent him earlier.

without a second thought, his hands grabbed onto your cleavage and forcefully pulled it down, ripping a bit at the arms of your dress before diving right to your tits, mouth open and willing.

"k-kwannie, what are you-"

he ignored your gasp, simply adding more force to the suckling of your breasts, using his arms to push up your hips against his own as he began to grind against you. his groans and your gasps were the only thing that could be heard in the empty restroom.

after getting his fill of your tits in his mouth, he became too frustrated by the mere friction he felt at the grinding of your hips, opting instead to guide you into a kneeling position in front of him.

"you're gonna be a good girl and take care of the problem you caused, right, baby?", he looked down at you with indescribable lust in his gaze.

"yes, kwannie ... want it in my mouth so bad," you begged, licking at him through his pants while you gave him the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen.

in any other occasion, this would've had him on his knees, begging for your mouth around his dick and crying as he felt the barest touch, but today he had to prove a point.

"stop messing around and get my cock out. don't make me repeat myself," he didn't recognize himself as he ordered you around, but he liked the shudder he saw go through you at his demanding tone.

without complaint, you hurriedly undid his pants and brought his boxers down, immediately getting to work as you licked and kissed at his tip.

he threw his head back at your teasing, unable to reprimand you for it. it just felt so fucking good.

luckily for both you and him, this didn't last long. before even realizing it, you were already gagging on as much of his cock as you could get into your mouth, looking up at him with furrowed brows as you wordlessly begged him. he was confused as to what you were begging for at first, only realizing what you meant when you brought his hands behind your head, slightly making him push your head forward and- oh.

was this what you wanted? was this what you'd been after all along?

you wanted him to take control and use you for his pleasure. fuck.

he almost came at the realization, until realizing that he'd much rather cum after fucking your mouth until you cried.

he began pistoling his hips against your mouth, moaning as you let yourself become his pretty fleshlight while he groaned at both the sight and feeling. maybe you weren't a bad behaved girl after all. maybe all you wanted was him to take his frustrations out on you and use you like the pretty doll you were.

or at least he hoped this was the case, because he was already addicted.

"pretty thing ... oh, fuck. such a pretty thing for me to use, aren't you? gonna cum in your mouth, okay? gonna fill you up and you're gonna swallow it all for me, yeah?", he mumbled between moans, knowing his end would come faster than expected.

and he was right. his orgasm took over just moments later, with his hands dragging your head up and down his cock while his hips thrust into your awaiting mouth. he completely lost himself as his orgasm washed over him, making him lose all sense of his surroundings and almost disregard your gagging as he filled your mouth.

he pulled away moments after, crying out in painful pleasure when you still managed to suckle on his sensitive tip as he pulled himself out of your mouth.

he let himself fall down against the wall, now sitting at your level as he tried to catch his breath.

"i hate you," he groaned between breaths.

"yeah. i believe that. you just fucked my mouth like you wanted me dead," you chuckled as you also attempted to regulate your breathing.

"wasn't that what you wanted?", he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"maybe."

"you menace," he chuckled despite his words.

"you like it," you got close enough to him to land a sweet peck on his lips.

"i wont when we have to go out there and explain what we were doing this whole time."

"i got my fill of cock, nothing else matters."

he'd been completely wrong. you were absolutely not a well-behaved girl.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan smut #seungkwan fanfic

[lindszeppelin]

Whenever celebrities go private when they’re usually not, something is up. Kaia has had a lot to promote with her apple series and has been in a bunch of campaigns. And besides some solo stuff regarding pap photos ( mostly in nyc) it’s been really quiet. This to me feels weird bc once or twice a week the daily mail has a puff piece on her based on her pap walks and now it’s been weeks since she’s been a regular on there!

This proves a few things. One, for the people who claim she’s “so famous so of course the paps follow her everywhere” bc of who her mom is and Kaia’s own career….clearly that’s not the case. The girl actually has real projects in the world and should be even more recognizable than ever… and yet her “candid” coverage is at an all time low. It’s almost like she WAS calling the paps the whole time to seem more relevant than she was so she could book all of the projects she booked. Hmm. (Lol.)

Two…all may not be right in the world. It’s very, very, very quiet. I’m also noticing a slight shift in how her narrative is being written in the media. If I were a betting woman I think a break up is on the horizon where she is now an “independent, intellectual model actress who loves books.” There’s just something about how she’s positioning herself, how quiet she’s been lately, and how that contrasts to when she was new on the scene and kept dating every IT guy…idk. I get the impression since she keeps booking prestigious roles (why, I don’t know cuz the girl is pretty but she can’t act to save her life) she may feel like she doesn’t need cheap PR ploys as much to get what she wants. She’s dying to be taken seriously as a thespian after all and tabloid actors aren’t often taken too seriously (there are some exceptions, of course). But I really think something is up with this change.

Just food for thought. But I call a breakup by June. And/or new pap walks of them together before end of next week because that happens whenever there are breakup rumors with those 2 😏

You bring up incredible points indeed. We just gotta see how things play out but you are right, things have definitely changed in a way that is obvious. she still calls the paps on herself like when she was recently in NYC. every single day she was papped...sometimes a few times in a day, but i think in general the landscape is different and in a way that's noticeable. i agree i think she is trying to be taken seriously. if she wants to merge into the acting world and the book world like she clearly seems to be, then she has to separate herself from certain narratives that might be a bit juvenile or trite. and im sure she's taking notes from her PR team that lead her in a certain direction.

but yup, something is brewing lol.

#lindsay's anon asks

[bestworstcase]

*kicking my feet and twirling my hair reading your Rwby analysis bc you get it* Anytime I feel like I may be thinking too much about something I remember that you don’t care and you make this fun little posts with your theories and your thoughts and I nod my head and go yes. That’s what I was thinking but couldn’t put into words. I don’t really know how people can’t like SEE IT.

Anyway I just really enjoy your analysis. Both bc it teaches me something new regarding like narratives and storytelling and because you like don’t care if people hate on you for being pretty much right. Especially about the ending of the show being something along the lines of a discussion. Salem is not our big bad. Salem is just another side of the same coin *cough that screen shot of light and dark and then salem and light*

On another note. Being the Blake Stan that I am. I’m constantly think about her and her actions towards leading. Especially since she’s taken up the leader position momentarily. Like this is a great moment for her bc it shows how much she’s grown since v2. Not to say that she doesn’t have shit to work through since v6-8. It’s just different bc Blake has found herself again. She’s not 17 anymore and trying to hide who she is. She’s embraced a lot of her goofy nature and her teams reassurance that opening up is okay.

And Im prepared to eat my words later but. It feels like Blake and Ruby might have another conversation regarding that loss of self. Blake understands what duty is and how it can weigh you down. Her whole life has been based on the fight for Faunus rights. She attended beacon, a place where you can become a huntress, because a huntress is seen as righteous and good. Just so she can maybe figure out how to help her people. That’s a big thing for a 17 year old to feel. And right now Ruby has undergone the same thing since she was 15 and moved up two grades. Except instead of just one group of people she’s concerned about the entire fucking world. And she’s literally falling apart to the point where the narrative makes us go to wonderland to rekindle a new sense of purpose or come to terms with our intersectionality. Like yes Ruby rose is a huntress, a girl, has silver eyes. But how much longer is she going to just allow those parts of her self to become everything ?

“…but that’s it. They’re just a part of you. Don’t forget about the rest.” Ruby has forgotten the rest. And I’m really hoping We get a similar conversation to the one Blake had with Nora and an extension of her conversation with Ruby in The Schnee Mansion. But I’m not going to like get my hopes for it either bc I’m sure there’s a way to show that line of thinking without telling it but I think it would be nice. It’s clear everyone will help Ruby in some way I just think it makes a little more sense to have Blake having another burning the candle moment with Ruby. Like as a bee shipper yes I’d also like something simialr with them but this just feels like it makes more sense especially since the bees are clearly gonna be doing their own thing BUT i do think Blake will have an impact on Ruby in the worst and best ways especially as she takes that leader role. Bc Ruby’s self loathing is gonna make her feel like Blake is a better leader. So for Blake to clarify and say “everyone needs help sometimes Ruby. Just because we rely on you doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a break” like cmon its right thereeee.

the secret to happiness in fandom is to not care about being right akshdj like. will i be stoked if i turn out to be approximately correct in my predictions? yeah i love being right. do i trust my own analysis, and will i argue my case if someone tries to argue with me? of course. but also at the end of the day i’m here to enjoy the story and if i’m wrong or if someone disagrees with me who cares. my ego can stand to be reminded that i’m not perfect now and then khshcjn

anyway on the subject of blake and ruby. in hindsight it feels very obvious that the talk those two had was set up for the dynamic that is going to develop in V9. (<- an example of me being ‘wrong’ btw in that it did not even occur to me to read that as heralding a literal reversal of roles rather than merely illustrating the overt pressure on ruby’s shoulders; and isn’t it exciting that i can be as unhinged about the details as i am and still miss blisteringly clear foreshadowing like that!) and slantwise to that there’s the ✨mountain glenn✨ reprise everyone can feel coming, the return to the question of why they chose to become huntresses and what that means to them, and the reckoning with the institution and the concept itself in light of the things they know now that they didn’t then.

because there’s this explicit connection between what blake says in mountain glenn and what she tells ruby in volume eight. blake chased her profound desire for justice and restoration to beacon because huntsmen and huntresses are revered as “the most noble warriors in the world,” but she has no plan—no idea how to put her ideals into practice. the allure for her lay fundamentally in the idea that becoming a huntress would realize her desire for social justice through the intrinsic goodness of the profession itself; she escaped the soul-crushing, terrifying experience of seeing someone she loved and trusted slowly corrupt the civil rights movement she’d grown up with into a cynical vehicle for his personal spite and self-aggrandizement, and lunged for the shining incorruptible heroism of the huntress ideal because it made her feel safe. except there is no such thing as shining incorruptible heroism, and becoming a huntress in and of itself doesn’t and cannot effect change, as oobleck delicately points out by asking her “how?”

consider the traits that blake sees and admires in ruby: in V5 she describes ruby as the embodiment of “purity” and in V8 she tells ruby that she looks up to ruby chiefly because even though “you don’t always know what to do, but that’s never stopped you from doing something.” <- blake sees in ruby a freedom from that question of “how?” that she still doesn’t know how to answer. she sees a girl who is both unwaveringly good and unburdened by the hesitance and doubt blake struggles with. this contrast is immediately visible from their first encounter and is cast into sharp relief during the mountain glenn arc, when ruby’s singular dedication to becoming a huntress is made a counterpoint to the uneasy uncertainty of her teammates.

but in V6-8 this contrast is steadily unraveled and revealed as an illusion, because the truth is that ruby’s pure certainty made her uniquely vulnerable; being a huntress is something that her teammates DO, but being a huntress is what ruby IS. her whole sense of self is encapsulated in the statement “i am a huntress” and unlike her teammates, she cannot reevaluate what being a huntress means to her—let alone walk away from it—without shattering the very bedrock of her identity. she has no off-ramp. nothing to fall back on if it turns out that the reality of being a huntress doesn’t line up with her expectations or her values.

like, if blake looks back on the past two years and looks at the ways her world has been shaped by the huntsmen system and decides she no longer wants to participate in that, her identity does not need to fundamentally change. she already has the emotional and ideological framework for leaving behind an organization that no longer aligns with who she is or what she wants to do with her life, even if she’s not able to articulate a precise alternative, and she has a social safety net in the form of family, friends, and allies outside of the huntsmen system. separating herself from being a huntress is as simple as saying “this is not right for me” and leaving it behind to focus on a different approach to her goals. the essential core of her identity is that she wants to stand against injustice and fight for a better world; she doesn’t need to be a huntress to do that.

but ruby? there is some passing similarity between herself and blake in that ruby, also, is driven by a desire to make the world better—but for ruby this desire is inseparable from the desire to become a huntress. “i want to become a huntress because i want to help people; my parents always taught us to help others, so i thought hey, might as well make a career out of it.” <- to ruby “help people” is synonymous with “slay monsters.” in eight whole volumes the only HINT of an alternative she’s considered is the implication in 1.1 that she also thought briefly about joining the police but decided against it because huntsmen and huntresses are “so much more romantic and exciting and cool.” like this is her LIFE. her SELF. her entire family and all of her friends are huntsmen and huntresses too, many of them reliant on her to lead them; her every ambition and fantasy is wrapped up in being a huntress. there is, to borrow oobleck’s turn of phrase, nothing else in this world she would rather be. so even as being a huntress tears her apart, she can’t tear herself away from it because it’s all she’s GOT.

the only way out for her now is to let herself shatter. like, she cannot keep doing this. ruby is so far beyond the point of what she’s able to endure that her body is literally shutting down. and that’s going to be so painful and scary for her to come to terms with because the only way to not be broken forever is to completely remake herself. to reject entirely the idea of herself as a huntress and figure out who she is without this thing that DEFINED her.

and i think the narrative is likely positioning blake to take up the mantle of leadership in her stead because—just as the things blake most admired in ruby have revealed themselves as one of ruby’s greatest vulnerabilities—the things blake identified in herself as uncertainty and cowardice are beginning to reveal themselves as her greatest strengths; adaptability, resilience, the ability to let go of old beliefs about herself and her world as her perspective changes. blake admired and found inspiration in ruby’s pure conviction, but blake is the example ruby desperately needs, and in particular her experience of leaving the white fang—a movement that in a sense quite literally raised her, just as ruby grew up within the machinery of the huntsmen system—will, i think, give blake some crucial insight into what ruby’s dealing with now. because she’s been there, and she made it through to the other side, and she is living breathing healing proof that ruby can survive this too.

#rwby v9 spoilers

[secretly-sapphic-confessions]

Hello Aunt Sappho! I have 3 questions that I'm hoping you can answer... 1:How do I hint out to someone Im a lesbian/love women/want to be stepped on by a women? 2:How do I ask, but then at the same time not ask is someone is a lesbian (or is also attracted to women)? (Like I dont want to directly ask someone if they like women, I want to hint out that im tryna ask if they like women) 3: Are there some sort of...idk like some sort of signs that someones tryna hint out that they like women??? I go to a religious school (they dont except people of the lgbtqia+) and I want to try and figure out if there are girls who are also like me, a person who is very closeted yet very gay and in love. Thank you!

Hello there my esteemed Anon!

OOoOooh questions, I love questions, I’ll do my best!

Thankfully, I’m very lucky and live in an area that isn’t particularly religious where my peers are very accepting, so I’m not very experienced with being discreetly gay, but I’ll try my best to put myself in your shoes and hopefully I can help!

1: This is always a hard one as some people are more oblivious than others (me) and some are just begging for that hint (also me). If you want to hint and not make it directly obvious, wearing subtle pride colours or rainbow accessories is always a confidence boost and a great push for those that are looking! For example, back when I was a baby gay, I would wear a rainbow loom band bracelet ✌︎('ω')✌︎. That allows people that are looking for hints to catch on, and if anyone you don’t want to know about your sexuality asks questions, you can say it’s just because you like rainbows or colourful things! If you’d like to try something else, talking about LGBT+ celebrities or media can hint things to the right people too! I don’t know if you know about or watch The Owl House but if you’ve seen that I’m sorry but there’s no way in hell you’re straight. Sorry I don’t make the rules. The LGBT+ always flock to the same media and interests usually! You could even say that *insert gay celeb crush here* is hot, but whether that’s because you’re gay or because you want to be them is up for your interpretation (^_-) ! It’s all about getting creative!

2: For matters like this, it’s paramount to remember to remain respectful and mindful that other people may not wish to comment on their sexuality if you suspect they’re a little fruity too, especially if you’re in an unaccepting place. I would be careful as you don’t want to accidentally force coming out onto someone, even if you have good intentions with this information. However, I can think of a few easy none intrusive methods! Similar to the answer to your first question, If you’re comfortable with it, you could strike up conversation on the topic of characters or people etc you find attractive (of the same gender obviously haha) and ask their opinion! This gives them the opportunity to agree or disagree if they so wish to comment. Also, asking what they think about lesbians or just the LGBT+ in general can give a few hints. I would say on the whole though, if you want to know if someone is gay or not, in my opinion the best way is for it to come from you first! Create a safe friendship and space for them, it’ll be easier if they know that you bend that way first, but don’t endanger yourself! If you give hints first, they’re likely to follow suit if they’re ready.

3: I wouldn’t say that there are any set signs or explicit ways of hinting that you’re gay other than the obvious, so all I can say is stay intuitive and trust your gut! Please be safe though, I’m always so worried about my wlw friends In not so accepting places _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Man, being gay is hard sometimes. I hope you can locate the rest of the pack!! <3

In my hilarious experience though, everyone LGBT+ seem to have a weird magnetism to each other, so the other wlws are most likely close by!

My best wishes for you going forward! I hope you have a great day/night 🌈

~ Sappho

#sapphic confessions #wlw #wlw problems #nblw #sapphic #lesbian #asks #answered asks

[kamil-a]

 just for fun lets do this: a few games i played in 2022 that i have a like steam library record of or something. bc my memory is bad. i’m 100% sure i played more games than this. Oh i found this in my drafts, forgot to edit and post, sure here you all go!

-hnkna - this is obvious.

-umineko ep8 - im still rereading this. ow.

-disco elysium - i’ll keep trying from time to time and one day it’ll click with me. 

-bfd secret weapons dlc - i played part of this! i think it adds some really big improvements to the original game! ill let you know what i think of the new characters’ arcs later.

-needy streamer overload - indulgently edgycute. maybe a little too flippant about things to really seem like the sincere “social media hurts your mental health” game it wants you to believe? i would love to watch a 6 hour documentary on the translation and localization of this game. also the text is very small and game me a huge headache jmfvhnfchnfvhj

-huniepop - surprised me by the gameplay being fun and the music being chill, also surprised me by the game being like really really racist (YIKES). incredible to play as a girl MC because it changes nothing except pronouns (sometimes when it forgets you get some he/she lesbian swag), and so you come off as like, a horny guy who is a girl. the sex minigame is the only minigame where time limits matter and it makes it so that you cant even spare a second to look at the naked anime sprite, in some very funny irony. some of the voice acting is REALLY fun. 

-stanley parable DLC - just the two of us. :) when i told my friend i was playing this game she said “you really like stories about obsessive relationships, don’t you?”. well i do. i think the dlc is less of a parable and metaphor about work, free will, monotony, etc and more of a story about the relationships between the characters. i cant quite tell if i think its sillier because i’ve changed or the game’s tone’s changed.... anyway i love narrator’s cottagecore aesthetic

-return of the obra dinn -im in middle of this with a friend! i couldnt get through it alone but together its GREAT. scary scary scary game. aaaaaaaa

-psycholonials - i honestly can’t say whether i think this is “good” or not and i think id be eaten alive if i tried to pass judgement. i think it’s compelling. i immediately replayed it after finishing it. really really really enjoyable game. 

-ladykiller in a bind - i couldn’t get past the ‘telling ur brother about ur sex life’ gimmick i genuinely had to return it. i admitted defeat i literally couldnt put myself thru more. sorry if it was actually good later or smethng

-kiss off demo - idr it but steam says i played it. probbly i had fun!

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#textie

[primnroses]

Sorry if I make spelling mistakes (I’m in a hurry but have to ask you before I leave and forgot what I was saying)

1. how do you think was their relationship after the war?

2. when was in your opinion the moment sasuke that he was falling in love her (sasukes Va he realized that he, sasuke, always loved her after Naruto punched sense in him) but then was the time where a normal person would say“oh shit I’m lay here in my bad dreaming of her“

3. how do you think was their first kiss? Who started it? One animator from SP made a cute pic where sasuke is the one.

4. I read some antis saying sasuke isn’t the type of „physical“ affection. I disagree. After reading their novel where he (sasuke) said that he is „used to her body“ I do believe he’s enjoying „physical affection“ from her. After all the made salad 🥗

Im very sorry for any spelling mistakes! English is not my first language and I’m in a really really hurry but I’m dying to know what you think ❤️

How do you think was their relationship after the war?

I really think they didn't have time to bond much but that their relationship had changed after the "sorry for everything". Judging by Sakura's hair length, Sasuke spent a while in Konoha and I picture him imprisoned. I don't think they got more time to be alone, just a few trials and a few meals together as a team. So I think their relationship was similar to how it was post-chūnin exams except that he was finally free of burden and able to express himself a little. He was seeing her with a new light and clear eyes. Sakura's message of wanting to travel with him seemed like she hadn't had any time to think about it and definitely not something she discussed with Sasuke, so I think their time together during that time was scarce and thus not much bonding happened.

When was in your opinion the moment Sasuke that he was falling in love her?

I've always felt like Sasuke saw her differently than he saw other girls. The way Kishimoto describes her as "the one that filled his lonely existence" and all the times the characters and Sasuke himself express that she has the power to change his mind by saying "even you" tell me that he felt something that he didn't know about or that he couldn't bring himself to discover. I think that he has always known that he loves her, but he only allowed himself to be loved when he went on that journey of redemption and promised Sakura of a next time.

How do you think was their first kiss? Who started it?

I think that the little manga sekibeing made is perfect. Kissing under the crescent moon after a journey together and years of repressed emotions is the result of all that pent up tension between them. I have to say that I love how writers portray that moment between them in their stories. If I had to share a personal opinion about it, I'd say that both leaned towards each other's lips after an important conversation about their past, or maybe about Sasuke's feelings of loss and pain from his childhood. I imagine him sharing his feelings and Sakura looking at him with eyes full of love, reassuring him that she has always loved him despite him constantly trying to push her away. She holds his face with one hand and they get closer and closer. And then they kiss.

I read some antis saying sasuke isn’t the type of „physical“ affection. I disagree. After reading their novel where he (sasuke) said that he is „used to her body“ I do believe he’s enjoying „physical affection“ from her. After all the made salad 🥗

Touch brings affection. There's no way that Sasuke and Sakura spent a long time travelling alone and they didn't even touch once, especially since it's obvious they had chemistry and clearly liked each other. And for goodness sake, they have a child together, anybody saying Sasuke "doesn't enjoy physical affection" is trying so hard to cope.

#sasusaku #inbox

[hazelcephalopod]

Listen. So 911. Imma be honest Buddie ship is great, I’m here for it, I think they should do it. In the canon of the show -bonus if the relationship is 99% the same except they kiss now. Do I really believe that has always been the endgame for them? No. Absolutely not -and maybe I’m wrong idk the deep lore I’m just a slightly more than casual viewer whose recently noticed the fandom. That said… to be clear this isn’t me trying to call the show out but just analyze the text in a colloquial way. This is normal mainstream tv and my expectations are real low*.

The show has that old school “look how close these two guys are. Like sooo close. Mm if they were different genders this would 100% be a will they won’t they dynamic” thing, the “this probably started as, a little bit of a joke about how close these two guys -or sometime girls!- are” while being a genuine friendship but there’s a vibe. (Or the oopsie option, also possible here tbh. S/x actors just do a thkng but imho it’s the other creatures responsibility to work with that?) Which, later the show starts to play into that more and more, usually creating a queerbait. Now, to be clear I’m using that descriptively. No judgment here, just that’s what I’m seeing. As I said could be an accident, coulda dig themselves into the old QB hole.

Because. Let’s go over it. You’ve got these two guys, they meet. They click instantly. They become the most important people in each other’s lives. They do all the other things the romantic couples do in the show. Meta the creators clearly know people are shipping them and play into that a bit while backing off by pairing each with random woman. In canon there’s jokes and comments about their really close relationship. One of them adopts the others child basically. Sometimes when one is hurt the other looks like they might weep or cry in agony. Sometimes you swear the looks they give each other have no straight explanation possible. Canonicly they are still just really close bros*. These. Are all hallmarks of a queerbait.

Now, maybe they have shifted to making it end game, at some point, during all this. But tbh, bc of all the history of queerbait in mainstream tv for the past idk, minimum 20-30 years? Really hard to tell the difference. Without some obvious signs it isn’t just queerbait, it’s just looks the same! Until one of them… has… queer experiences, and clearly is like “hmm. Maybe I. Am not straight.” Some obvious “this relationship is indeed being teased. As a real possibility and not just a joke” then I remain skeptical. It’s ok, I’ve been on the great queerbait train many times, and I will take those ships to my -and the characters- grave! But it means I am on the look out for them. *theres several points im going to cover under the cut

Yes this show has. A lesbian couple, maybe a gay side character. And some queer characters on the spin off show, which is run by different people -at least enough it’s different, and now it’s on a different network, also there’s 1 same sex couple last time I checked. Tbh. While there’s some wonderful exceptions. It I commons for a mainstream show like this to have a max of one same sex couple per show. It’s a bad thing, I don’t like it, there should be room one these shows for multiple main queer couples. But it’s pretty standard for 1 max.

Yes men can be friends. Bros. Very close platonic bros. Absolutely.

You know who are also very close friends? Hen and Chim, I’ve never ever thought they were anything but close friends. Or even Athena and Hen -tbf I imagine there’s some shippable stuff there and go for it have fun- they seem really close, but not really like they’re gonna become a couple tbh.

you know who seems way closer than that? Bobby and Athena, or Chim and Maddie, or Hen and Karen, and Buck and Eddie often seem closer than them tbh.

Also. Let’s be honest. I also like QPR Buddie, but this is mainstream TV. I repeat. They can barely have more than one lesbian couple and a gay side character so, I have little faith they are going to grapple with, asexuality or aromanticism and QPR’s, especially with long standing cis so far het man main characters. But maybe I’m wrong and they might go there, and I’d be delightfully surprised. I’ll settle for just make them kiss already plz. (Tbh I admit the vibes of premier of season 7, increase my belief a little.)

I admit. Shippers are gonna ship. People like doing it it’s fun. S/x on almost nothing at all. Here I really do think, there’s some good reasons people are shipping these two characters. People can bring receipts. Anyway. I can only advise, not being an asshole. Either to shippers or shippers, shippers don’t be an asshole.

Personally I just needed to hash all this out. Get ready to be kinda disappointed and know… it’s just how it goes. Idk.

Also. Tbh. If they don’t do some of the “this isn’t a queerbait” signs soon -and this part is a criticism- than they are either ignorant, incompetent, or if not irresponsible, rude. Imho. Or at least like fully… explore that idea of them being in a romantic relationship and then reject it. I won’t like it but I’ll respect it.

#911 #long post #As said under the cut: I admit kick off of the most recent season has me hoping they might go there #But idk. If not. #Im gonna side eye that a bit harder #I don’t care enough to really call anyone out or anything. It’s not worth harassing anyone or being rude to actors or show runners #Potentially it’s a small and upper level group nixing it and this is the best they can do for the ship. Idk. #But. I call it as I see it #And so far it looks like the big Q-B #I might’ve made this post every season so far tbh #I don’t remember #but I likely will continue to do so until I’m proven wrong definitively.

[xian-1502]

1/2: It’s all been ok lately. January started as anyone would expect, slow work, school starts, it’s all just so meh. The people in one of my classes have been extra atrocious lately against all understanding. Like just unnecessary rudeness or odd behavior that beats my expectations under any circumstance. Most recently i got undermined for no reason other than what i can assume was an attempt to slight me since we were doing a jeopardy game for extra credit and we discussed and agreed on an answer for a wager question . Then when our team went to answer they just said a different one with their whole chest and tanked our score disqualifying us for extra credit (from the game) to which like, what the fuck was the goal there even, we discussed and chose an answer as a team (in this context the answer i chose and argued for) and they just swap it up unprompted? I don’t know what kind of complex they were trying to idealize upon us with that stunt but they almost lost 5 other people a chance extra credit for what i can only guess is pride. Thankfully the professor gave us a mulligan in the form of some really simple questions that we just answer and email to her but i need that person to get hit by a stone for that cause what the actual hell. Outside of that it’s just been as school is. Attending, dreading and doing hw, having to do group work and knowing it spells unnecessary toil.

On another note, work has been ok, nothing super out of the blue (in the realm of outside of expectation of the retail experience) has happened. On the customer side at least, on the internal side it’s just been annoying as all hell lately because apparently we have a “mole”. Some apple products have been disappearing from the respective warehouse and security room and as a result we no longer have keys for our department and have to call over managers to unlock anything and everything that we used to be able to. Along with that they’ve been having extra leads from outside our store location visit and sort of orbit the sales zones as like “training”. But it’s very obvious they’re there to mean mug any employees out of trying to steal and it’s very apparent that one of them has strong suspicion of me(shocker). The way he’ll just stand and pretend he’s not looking at me like there’s no way he could be watching anyone else. But he may actually be more tolerable than the lady who’s trying to micromanage and get in everyone’s business. The amount of times she’s come out to me looking ecstatic to catch me not doing my job to just catch me in the middle of going from A-B is getting ridiculous and i’m getting annoyed that my managers except the one chill one are trying to downplay how these people are actively hindering all of us and making our jobs more unenjoyable than they already are. But we get by ig. What may be the straw that breaks a camels back is the bag checks. It’s allegedly store policy to check the bags of any employee leaving with a bag but they never do, and they didnt for a while and haven’t with the increasing theft and mole issue. Bag checks look like unzipping your bag and showing it to them while you still have it mind you. But unfortunately being a woman of color with a bag means you must be stealing so they stopped my friend and searched her bag?? like hands on her bag?? which is actually insane cause we have a this girl on geek squad who always leaves with a bag and has NEVER been stopped or hindered. Same for our white woman manager but go figure. I was talking to her about it next shift and we were both blown but as she put it, there’s no need to worry because “they WILL be dealt with” but ridiculous that i bore witness to that. Im more glad each day that i change and go out the opposite door so it’s never clocked that it’s an employee leaving because i know for certain that could’ve been me with the way they’ve been trying to catch me. Barring that it really has just be the usual, sales and appliance lifting.

Straying from those it’s the usual as well. I’ve been streaming my play through of judgement to my friend since he wants to see my reaction since he played it before me and a lot of the things he has set me up for have been ridiculous to say the least

but it’s fun regardless and it’s fun to share the experience since he’s helping me find things i would’ve missed on my own. I’ve also been catching up with older friends from my dance club who happen to be in the area and i’m looking forward to tipsy mini golfing (however that’s gonna work) soon. The weather has been insane lately so it’s not easy to get around or do stuff super consistently, case in point aforementioned flood by my brother’s school forcing detours as well as trees and branches breaking or falling. Also california drivers suck ass as it stands so adding rain (which they also struggle to fathom or deal with at all) just makes it accident central which is deeply unfortunate. Had an insane amount of near misses in the last week and a half despite driving 5 under the limit around other drivers. So that should put the driving conditions into perspective. Also making traffic ridiculous at hours that normally wouldn’t make sense (the storms but also the accidents) it’s been nothing yet though so kudos to that.

Introspectively i’ve been thinking a lot after getting chastised twice this month about being closed off and not contributing to the friendship which shocked me at first cause i was caught up on the not contributing part, but then after i thought about it a bit more i understood they meant, since initially i figured it was about what i do or offer to them as a friend which i was certain i could prove beyond shadow of doubt but it was about what i bring about myself. It upset me a little which i toke note of because after thinking about it meant that i it’s undeniable that i’m just avoiding sharing what i consider unimportant details about myself with people under the shallow excuse of assuming that people like their interests enough to be content with sharing them with someone who will listen and remember about them. Solidifying that the listener does care about them and what they are interested/invested in. Enough that the absence of input from the listener would go unnoticed, which has notably worked and been present in my life. But it’s at a point where i’m aware of it and it’s becoming impossible to ignore, which had me wonder what, outside of accounts of it working, led to this habit in my sociability. Where i don’t even wanna talk about myself to my friends. To which one of the more clear and laughably denied examples was when we used to have to walk to the laundromat to do our laundry for like 8 months back in 2015. i was 12 and topher was 4 and he was asking me why we had to do the laundry haul deal. It My aunt and mom were within the vicinity and earshot. Topher asks me if i like doing laundry, to which I imagined in my 12 year old mind was something that didn’t have a right answer so i just told him “no not really but it’s something i have to do” which neither of them were a fan of. My mom darted over to slap me with the force to make me stumble back and went off about how i needed to be grateful about having access to electric laundry machines as opposed to having to use a washboard and deal with that (i had used a washboard as a “learning experience” with my grandma prior). I was in a stunned silence so she hit me with a “hmm?!? am i talking to a wall” which snapped me back to reality (woah there goes gravity or something) and i apologized and had to state my recognition of how privileged i was to be able to walk to a laundromat mat. topher was very uncomfortable and didn’t ask a question about laundry again after that. following though, my aunt who didn’t act in the moment instead charged up her sass and hit me with it later by painting me as a privileged brat who spat in the face of their roots in hard work, over a relatively better scenario than their childhood. which was another bullet point on the remarks i would ever get from mouthy relatives when they ran out of actual conversation topics at the occasional get together. My only takeaway from that experience, with my 12 year old megabrain, (which isn’t really an entirely rational one at that i’ll note) was that sharing what i thought was beyond a shadow of a doubt not an option with my family if i want to avoid conflict or consequences because there are right answers and things people want to or would rather here. Which wasn’t helped by friends at the time because i translated that conclusion into my friends want to hear more things about stuff they like and etc therefore i cut back on what i do to show how good of a friend i am and how interesting i can be to talk to. Which is just proving a pattern of either negligence or self centering in the people i was around rather than actual evidence of how good of a friend i was since they did not care to hear about me at all. But regardless that moments stands out the most to me among the other blips on the radar of scanning why i hesitate with that in my interactions with people. It’s probably the most notable to me because i know it affected topher by proxy since he also learned from seeing how i reacted and what happened that he has to pick right answers and not be honest about himself and such.

[elliesbelle]

hiii lesbian whisperer, i hope ure doing fab today. i currently come to u seeking advise!! (don’t feel forced or rushed to reply to any of this btw, i’m kinda just ranting since i don’t have a lesbian whisperer irl. 😭)

but ummmm. basically there is this starbucks barista who worked inside the store i worked at and like. naturally i sort of developed a crush on her except i’m pretty sure she doesn’t know who i am lmao. but we have shared a few tiny interactions here and there (which i doubt she remembers. cuz like, i’m THE MOST introverted bitch u will ever meet) and like for context, i just suck at flirting with girls and holding long conversations with them bc it’s just not in my nature, which is HORRIBLE for me. anywayyy, we both don’t work there anymore, but one of my friends befriended a few of those starbucks baristas and they hang out as a group every monday, and she’s been telling me to join them bc she thinks i’ll get along with them since they like the same music as me and have similar humor. (and honestly i know deep down she is trying to put me on LOLL god bless her), but i said no at first bc i don’t do well in those types of settings (anddd she didn’t mention that my crush would be there! 🤣) but then recently i found out that she also hangs out with my crush on mondays! like, she’s a part of that group! my friend and her are, like, friends! so i was like, OH!

no one knows i have a crush on her. and honestly, i find it embarrassing telling my friends when i have a crush. i’m just not good at that stuff!!!

SO IF I DO JOIN THEM TMR IDK HOW TO ACT!?? like how am i supposed to get to know ONE person in a group setting if everyone already knows each other without making it obvious or creeping her out….? and then how am i supposed to like actually flirt with her and i guess make a good first impression…. ohmygod i am freaking out. 😀

thankfully i know that she’s bi so at least i have a chancee (omg im getting cocky arent i) but yeah i’m just so scared. 😔 being a socially awkward lesbian is not for the weak!!!

thank u for reading this far, any advise and/or advanced condolences are very much appreciated! LOL. and much love to u belle <3 i hope u know we appreciate having u on this app and on this earth SM! your page is like one of my comfort blogs fr. have a great rest of ur day! 💘💘

nawt theee lesbian whisperer 💀 (it’s true)

omg i hope you did join the group!! that sounds so exciting!! you don’t have to tell your friends that you have a crush on her if you don’t want to, but you can’t have anything happen if you don’t make a move!

my advice is when you do hang out with her in a group, definitely socialize with everyone else, but give her a little extra attention, yk? not in an obvious way, but kind of like, gravitate towards her? and to help with the nerves, just act friendly towards her for now! like, approach her like you would someone you’d like to be friends with. that way, you’ll get used to talking to her and get a feel of the vibe y’all have with each other (you can start out being like, “omg i think i know you, you used to work at this starbucks i would go to).

being a socially awkward lesbian def is hard, but unfortunately if you want a gf, you gotta take initiative! you got no choice, love, cause chances are that the other person you like won’t make advances either.

good luck babes! and lmk how it goes, if you’d like!

#literally that’s always my general lesbian advice in approaching your crushes #take initiative and be bold #y’all should see the convos between me and star #it’s me yelling at star to be bold and her not wanting to listen sldkfjdkls #anon #belle answers

[strawberryspeachy]

I see my students twice a week if there aren’t class cancelations (there always are)

Ive felt like a real teacher a a few months now, knowing my students, them treating me like another teacher

But these past couple weeks have been real. Not being able to move an inch without my name being called or being stopped with questions. Having to making several students wait while i finish with one. The same student walking up to me every 2 minutes to ask another question about the same paper

I love it 🥺 it got this way last year and with a few students the year before.

Cause i like never see them and it takes so long to get to this point.

I mean ive never gotten to being the person theyre waiting for in the room until now.

But now the school years almost over and once again i have to say bye

And im being replaced in favor of the asshole dude who makes me dead work.

Love my students.

Hate the dude. And he wont go away. No matter how early i got to class or how late i stay he keeps going to and from class with me

He hates high schoolers. He hates making corrections. He hates when theyre loud and childlike. He hates everything about the job except the control and listening to himself talk. Hes bad at it too

He was rude and arrogant to the students and teachers. Only spoke in japanese in englishhh class. STILL isn’t lenient about students doing makeup work or not doing busy work just for the sake of it. Never congratulated students when they did things right. Made fun of them to their faces. Hes still entirely disorganized and only started trying to learn the students names and faces after realizing i knew so many

He driven away several other female teachers, fought with all the japanese teachers, skimps on his work, always is taking days off and half days, an i even watching him have an argument with the vice principal in the hallway

But theyre gonna keep him.

Not me. I didnt want to stay. But here i am again up the river without a fucking paddle.

And im just sad because i like my students again. Feel like ive done my job well and get much more obvious positive responses from the students.

Theres 3/9 class that listen to the dude more than me and

1 is more so just a small loud group of girls

2 yea. They like him better whatever

3 dont seem to rlly like either of us… or any teacher for the matter

Im satisfied with 6/9 classes being great and 3 of them very very very obviously respond better to me and even have complained to me about him and made fun of him

Yea i think its funny cause i dont like him and its so fucking hard working with him

My arguments with him have been the same that other have had but because im headstrong it actually drilled its way into his brain

Im mad that i was there training to not be fucking shit at his job and i get fucked over

I wouldn’t have been these student’s teacher next year anyway… but it still sucks

I watched so many of them improve all year and while I’m personally glad that i know i pushed that its hard not to be mad that i don’t get the credit for it

[artterm]

10.10.22

hi.

I havent written in a very, very long time. But I am back.

His name was Jeremy.

The story starts same way it usually does. Boy says hi to girl, girl says hi back.

Except this time we met in the areospace building. To be fair, he was in two of my classes the first semester. And in one the second semester. but lets talk about the first semester. He was eye candy. He made my heart race when he sat next to me. I don’t even have to mention the butterflies, I felt a whole zoo. His big brown eyes - like a doe, he made me so nervous. The first time he hugged me i had the biggest smile the rest of the day. It wasn’t perfect- I mean the first time we kissed I remember I was like “ why’re you biting me?” I mean seriously the next day I had a bruise on my lip. The lack of experience was evident - I tried to use it as an escape. I don’t know what happened , why , or how. But besides all of it I kept coming back. On and off for a whole year. Except I’m the reason it has been this long because he stopped texting first a long time ago. 

but i wanted him. 

even after he told me that he just wanted to have ‘fun’. I kept telling myself I wanted the same thing, but Linda you never fucking learn. YOU want to LOVE, you want to give even when you don’t recieve. You think you’re for the streets but miss girl you most definitely are not. 

Anyways let me tell you the worst part of this.

On Septmber 1st you had a show. I wanted to go SO bad. But no one wanted to go with me, so I said fuck it Imma just go. So anyways, I bought a ticket off you and you didn’t even put my name at will call!!! so i almost missed ur entrance but alas I bought another ticket and got in. It was emptier than I expected - and I didn’t know what to do with myself so I grabbed a drink at the bar. first person i noticed when i got inside was your dad, did he recognize me? no idea. eventually i went and stood towards the middle/back. You texted me up until the point that you showed up. [ it was cute? idk?] anyways, i couldnt help but smile SOOOOO freaking big whenever you would look at me. just kept thinking to myself, wish that was mine. anyways, after your set which was obviously SO GOOD, [ maybe a little bias, besides the point]. Your dad came up to me and hugged me, 

“Thank you so much for coming Linda.” ummm he remembered my name crying n throwing up. Then when I saw a couple of the guys getting drinks I went to the bar and he bought my drink! again- fricken cute af. I came up to you while you spoke to a group of men - i lifted my drink so you could see it, “oh nice! what did you get?” Did I already mention this was the first time we’ve ever gone out...together..? I was confused for the slightest second because everyone knows my usual- except you. “Vodka Cranberry, try it.” You took a sip. You reintroduced your friends and we all hungout when the main performers came on. I felt - happy but awkward? Should I stay or should I go? I wasn’t drunk enough - but i needed to go to the bathroom. Without saying anything I snuck away and shortly after you textedd me. 

“Did you leave?” 

aw. you noticed. 

When I came back I noticed your eyes searching for me in the crowd. We made eye contact and moving through the crowd I made my way back to you. I wish you could see what I feel for you. Was it obvious when I looked at you? I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to not feel like it was all on sided. But there was no physical touch from you the whole time. By the time the show was over your dad was inviting everyone to dinner and saying how hungry he was. You were saying your byes to everyone and eventually i just felt so awkward that I left without saying anything to anyone. So I walked out those doors and headed straight to my car. and i waited. hoping that you would notice and text me. and you did. “Did you leave?” “no. well yes, but im in my car” so you told me to wait and you came to my car. I drove for a while but I was drunker than you were, so you drove. I had to pee SOOOO BAD. “Can you hold it until we get to my parents?” “no.” 

So there we go trying to find a gas station so that I can go pee. The first gas station we went to didnt have a bathroom. We got to the second and as I went to open my door you went “nuh uh” and you opened it. brownie poiiiiints. Anway you asked the cashier for the bathrooms and you got me the key, which I couldnt take out so I told you to just stand in front of the door for me. When I came out I was so happyyyyyyy. I was relieved and I was with you, still a little drunky. I vaguely remember grabbing your face, “you’re soooo cute.” 

I was on aux and you were NOT fw the music i was playing. so rude. Until I started playing bad bunny, i was surprised you really knew the song, i was laughing so hard as you sang it. You played the song you always do, ‘ Get you’ by Daniel Ceaser. You were singing- I mean actually singing. I dont know if you noticed or not but i kept lowering the volume just to hear you better. Rapper and singer??? Oh the way you had me in awe. Then we got to your parents house so you could get your car. “Are you coming over?” “ummm....” “Pleaaaase” “I dont know....” and you looked at me and it felt like such a ‘finally’ moment, we came close and kissed. It was passionate, atleast for me. As you exited my car you said , “just follow me ok?” I nodded, “okay.” 

The path we took to get to your house was very dark, you could see the plethora of stars. It was beautiful. 

But look. none of it mattered, not this story and not anything that happened later that night.  I had the best night with you and next thing you know it’s been a whole month without you. And did you care? no. did u ever care, about me?

I texted you tonight hoping that it was enough for you to say “yeah i havent seen u in a while when are you free?” some type of sign that you want to see me like I want to see you. but nothing. Sp I finally deleted you off snapchat. I don’t know if you’ll notice and I don’t doubt that when you do you wont say anything. But its what I needed, and I need to forget about you. I need to heal. You cant give me when I need and most certaintly cannot give me when I deserve.  

#writing #blog

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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hi! if requests are open for bucky, i like the concept of him being unsure of himself with reader (not a superhero/avenger, maybe just a mutual friend) and pining after them compared to how easy it was to get dates in the 40s. thank you!

tfatws revived my love for bucky im not ashamed

A/N: tfatws has definitely done the same for me! no shame whatsoever!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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You tore your gaze off of the television before you turned to look at Bucky. His blue eyed stare was trained on you, intense and unwavering. Sometimes it had managed to unnerve you, but you’d gotten used to it over the year you’d known him. He was more than just silent...he was calculating, but it never felt wrong. Waving your hand in front of his face you made a small sound to get his attention. 

“Bucky?” you whispered his name softly and that seemed to snap him back into attention as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Even in the dim lighting of the room you could see that a warm flush of red had crept up in his cheeks, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he shook his head, more at himself than anything else, a self-annoyed look crossing his features, “spaced out for a minute. What were you saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him, watching his features soften when he realized you weren’t going to chastise him for zoning out, “I for one was watching the movie, which is more than I can say for you - you should love the Hobbit if you actually read the book when it first came out. And these movies are actually good. Pay attention, Bucky!”

You grabbed one of the pillows off of your couch and lobbed it at his head; but he was quicker, reflexes still sharp and honed after all this time. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk as he held the pillow before determining whether or not to throw it back at you. Immediately sensing what he was doing, you shook your head and jumped up, ducking behind the couch.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you hiding?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you peeked up at him. The nickname rolled easily off his tongue as it caused a shudder to run down your spine. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just something he tended to call people; it was definitely just a thing. It was nothing particularly about you or targeted at you but you couldn’t help but pause. You knew that you wouldn’t have minded if he called you that intentionally. But that could never, ever happen. This was Bucky after all and you were just...you.

“I know your game, Barnes,” you grinned at him, deciding to let the nickname slide, “I’ll call it a truce and we can go to your favorite place to get some dinner. I’ll pay! I’m waving my proverbial white flag.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he set the pillow back down on the couch as he stood up and raised his hands in surrender. Slowly you raised to your full height, but kept a wary eye on your best friend, “I keep my promises, you know that.”

“Fine,” you agreed as you grinned at him. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked you over and he felt his knees go weak momentarily. He could stare at your smile for hours, “get your jacket and let’s go old man.”

He scoffed in jest as you grabbed your shoulders and jacket off the coat rock and motioned for him to follow, “I’m not that old-”

“106? Isn’t that old?” you raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain your giggles as he rolled his eyes dramatically, “just kidding, Bucky. You know I just love teasing you.”

“I am in my 30s,..technically, thank you very much,” he insisted as he slipped on his shoes and you handed him the leather jacket, “don’t push your luck, kid.”

“See,” you grabbed the keys and he opened the door, ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back, “I swear Bucky Barnes, you’ve been an old man since you were a kid. Now let’s go! There’s pancakes with my name on them waiting.”

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Dinner with Bucky was easy...then again, everything with Bucky was easy. Every time you were with him, things just felt natural and normal, conversation and everything flowed freely. You’d met Bucky completely by chance, running into him, quite literally, on the street as you walked out of your favorite coffee shop and proceeded to spill coffee over both of you. He’d been apologetic, claiming it was his fault, but you’d been insistent that it was yours. One thing had led to another and soon enough you became inseparable friends. 

Much to his surprise, and delight, you’d never treated Bucky as anything but...Bucky. That’s how you’d met him and that’s all he was to you. Bucky. Of course, he was much more than a friend, at least in your mind, but you weren’t about to divulge that little piece of information. At least not yet. Maybe one day...or not. Probably not. No. You weren’t about to make a fool out of yourself and confess your feelings for a man that saw you as nothing but a friend.

Bucky, always alert and cunning, had noticed you’d become quiet throughout dinner as you both ate in silence. Normally he wouldn’t question it, but he knew your tells and could easily read you by this point and knew that something was up. 

“What?” he gently nudged your foot with his and you snapped back into attention as you looked at him, “you’re awfully deep in thought for someone that just wanted some pancakes.” 

“It’s nothing,” you insisted nervously, swallowing your bite down and clearing your throat, “just...tired?”

“Mhmm,” he wasn’t going to push you, know you’d come around eventually, “whatever you say, sweetheart.”

There it was again, and you felt a warmth flush over your face as you focused your attention on the syrupy mess on your plate. It was silent for a few more minutes before you noticed a few women sitting at the diner’s counter, giggling among themselves as they cast longing glances at Bucky. Something in your stomach twisted and your heart constricted. Of course they were looking at him, women often did. And you couldn’t blame them; Bucky was handsome in almost every way, and you yearned after him as well. But unlike most other people, you weren’t about to be so obvious about it. 

“Looks like you have a little fanclub,” you murmured softly under your breath as you lightly motioned towards them women. Bucky slyly followed your gaze and studied the newcomers and huffed in annoyance. He abhorred any sort of extra attention, especially when it came from people that only liked him because of his looks. Besides that, it often didn’t last terribly long; usually people realized who he was - used to be - and that scared them right off.

“They’ll leave soon enough,” he shrugged them off before turning his attention back to you, “besides, I-I’m not interested. It’s not like it used to be…”

“Back when?” you quickly snorted in amusement as he jokingly glared at you, “back in your day? I bet you had them all over you then too.”

“Well, it certainly was easier,” he admitted as he played with the straw in his almost empty milkshake, “nowadays people are harder to read. They all either want one thing, or they just stick around until they find someone else. It’s not worth it...and honestly, now one has caught my eye.”

“No one?” you asked as you pushed your last bite around the plate, letting the fluffy pancake soak up the syrup, “I find that hard to believe, even for you, Buck. Everyone has someone they’re interested in.”

“Huh,” he mused as drained the last of the milkshake, “well then, is there someone that has captured your interest?”

“I...no, not really,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the lie. Instead he immediately made a sound of small disbelief; you should haven’t even bothered to try and lie to him. He could see right through you, “there’s nobody.”

“I thought you said everyone has someone that they’re interested in?” oh yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to let this go at all. 

“Except me.”

“I find that doubtful.”

“What about you then, Bucky Barnes?” you decided to deflect by throwing the question right back at him, “has anyone captured your interest?”

Bucky paused for a moment, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he mulled over his next words carefully, “yes. There is someone.”

“O-oh,” you stammered as his gaze shifted back to you, blue eyes keenly studied your features, “you gonna tell me who it is?”

“Well,” he started slowly, tapping his fingers on the table as he leaned towards, "there is someone, but I don't know if she knows or thinks of me as more than a friend, but god, I hope she does. She's been my friend for a while now and I kind of want to ask her on a date, a proper date, but don't quite know how."

"Do you...do you think she could feel the same about you?" butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Surely he couldn't mean you. But then...why was a light flush of pink in his cheeks? Why was he watching you so intently?

"I don't know," he confessed with a light shrug as he sat back in the booth, an arm extended over the back, the picture of ease, "sometimes I think she might, but I don't want to think she does and mess anything up. I'd rather keep her as a friend than lose her."

"I guess you won't know unless you ask her…" you were positive that he could hear your heart beating rapidly, "you never know until you try. I have a feeling she won't turn you down if you ask...just a hunch…"

"Hmm…" a smile, dazzling and brilliant, grazed his features, "well then sweet-"

"Excuse me," one of the girls from the counter had approached your table and was leaning into Bucky, with her back to you. She was twirling her hair around her finger as she offered him her most dazzling smile. She was definitely beautiful and you really had nothing to base your annoyance off of, but she rubbed you the wrong way, "I was just wondering if you'd-"

"Hi, excuse me?" you couldn't help yourself as you gently tapped her arm. Bucky raised an eyebrow as she gave her a surprised look on her face, "I don't want to interrupt but he's mine. And if you don't mind...we're on a date."

"O-oh," her eyes widened as she looked between you and Bucky, who was currently sporting the most shit eating grin, "I didn't know. Sorry…"

She scurried back to her friends as you looked back down at your plate. Bucky cleared his throat as he leaned in, hardly believing what had happened. You could feel his curious blue eyes on you, searing and questioning.

"So she feels the same way or she's a good liar," he said softly as you chanced a glance, biting on your lip, "I'm yours, huh?"

"Shut up," you groaned, "it was to get her away from you, so you're welcome."

"Mhmm…" god that smile made you want to melt.

"Bucky!"

"Thank you," he bowed his head slightly, "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing...why?"

"Can I take you on a date?" he asked as you looked at him in surprise, wide doe eyes meeting his, "a proper date?"

"I...yeah, Bucky. I'd like that a lot," you agreed softly, "see...I told you she won't turn you down."

"Guess you were right," he was causal, but inside his heart was fit to burst as he reached across the table and gently put his hand on top of yours, "I'm already hers, but she's my girl too."

Yeah. You could definitely get used to that.

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