#all they said was that they think they are going to have nightmares

[brokenmutations]

I love you in every universe

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Heightened Senses] • In every universe, broken or not, you will always love Logan Howlett. Even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Nudity / Implied Sex • TW: Scars / Nightmares / Alcohol & Drug Consumption / Mentions of Recovery / Depression

“I love you”

Y/N froze in front of the mirror quickly zipping up her suit and turning to Logan.

“What?”

“I love you. I love you so much it hurts” Logan brought himself close, resting his hands on her hips as she places her hands on his chest before grabbing onto his jacket. “I love you Y/F/N Y/L/N since the first moment I laid eyes on you…”

Y/N didn’t utter a word at first as she couldn’t help but start tearing up. She tugged him down by the jacket bringing her lips to his, sealing the deceleration.

~

Logan frowns staring at the ceiling of the bedroom he shared with Wade and Al, both happen to be on either side of him. He wished he was in the same bed as her in this moment but Laura wanted time alone with her mom before she went back to taking jobs in the upcoming week and before Laura went back to the mansion.

“Stop thinking too loud” Wade groans rolling onto his back, taking his pillow and smacking Al to stop snoring. “What’s wrong, peanut?”

“I didn’t even move and you woke up”

“Like he said you thought too loud” Al groans, pointing at the door which prompted Logan to leave to have his loud thoughts out of the bedroom.

He half expected Wade to go back to bed, but the tired Deadpool followed shortly behind him with Dogpool at his feet.

“What were the loud thoughts this time?” Wade slumps over the armrest of the loveseat and slowly slipped into the cushions. Mary Puppins instantly jumping onto his back and circling to get comfortable. “Mmmm Puppins get comfy FASTER”

The Wolverine really feeds into the silent and broody type. He simply didn’t want to talk about it but he knows Wade will…keep it to himself.

…

Maybe not.

“I was thinking of my Y/N…” Logan frowns, resting his head in his hand getting lost in his thought once more but those words intrigued Wade a bit.

“Like…nightmare or…?” Wade lifts his head looking at Logan, growing confused to the concern expression on his face. “Nightmare. Listen, angel baby—-we all get the—-“

“Is it cheating if I fell in love with another version of her?”

If the blinks were audible, the amount of times Wade blinked would be loud enough to wake the neighborhood.

“You’re in love with Y/N???” Wade sat up too fast causing Puppins to fall off with a thud as she grumbles while trotting back to the bedroom knowing Al won’t kick her off. “Logan, this is the best thing to happen. You were destined for each other no matter what timeline or universe or whatever the fuck Marvel created—-It’s meant to be!”

Wade continued to go on a rant about destiny, and how Y/N might have the same kinks as his univer—-oh yeah.

Laura stood in the hallway hearing all of Wade’s rant because she stepped out to tell him to shut up, only to turn back around and head back inside to climb back into bed beside Y/N.

“What was it about this time?” Y/N gave Laura a tired but curious look, only to not receive an answer right away which brought a wave of concern. “What is it, hun?”

“Can’t you hear him?” Laura frowns turning her head toward her mom. “With your mutation”

The lie that brewed in an instant, only got thrown away the second Laura questioned.

“Yeah…I heard them” Y/N shifts to lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression as Laura’s was riddled with concern.

“Do you think…or are you…in love with him?”

“I…I don’t know what I feel. We haven’t…kissed or…things you shouldn’t be doing until you’re 30” Had to bring in the mom talk even if Laura rolled her eyes in response. “I’m still…mourning James even if I know he would want me to move on…”

“It’s been years…he would want you to be happy, mom” Laura frowns, bringing herself to snuggle into her mom as Y/N wrapped her arm around her to bring her closer. “I know it’s…another him but he still has his own sense of self”

“I know, I just want to take this slowly…there’s nothing wrong with wanting that” Y/N hums softly, resting her cheek on top of Laura’s head as she continues to snuggle into her mom. The night finally stilling…

________

“I love you”

Logan couldn’t help but have a shocked expression with hints of ‘are you sure?’ littered in the air. Y/N knew he’s thinking such and nodded. His felt his heart pounding in his chest, prompting him to step closer until there was no space between them.

“Say it again”

“I love you, James”

The tough exterior the Wolverine bares…instantly collapsed and tears started to form as he gently cradles her face in his hands pressing his forehead against hers. Y/N’s hands taking hold of his wrists, her eyes fluttering close.

“I love you…flaws and all”

________

Logan couldn’t help but stare at Y/N talking with their friends at one of Wade’s infamous parties. He looked down for a moment to take a sip of his Coke while fiddling with a chip in his fingers.

Six Months Sobriety

This party of Wade’s was to celebrate such, given after their time in the void he’s been celebrating a lot of the little things lately. Really any excuse to have a party.

“Congrats”

His eyes instantly shot up locking onto Y/N’s as she gave him a warm smile.

“Uh. Thanks…it’s nothin’”

“It’s everything” Y/N assures him, resting her hand on his bicep making Logan flex at first contact before relaxing. “Though I will say for a party to celebrate such, Wade really had to buy all the alcohol he can huh?” She scoffs playfully, earning a chuckle out of the man.

“He just needs excuses to have parties” Logan laughs softly, sipping his drink relaxing more that Y/N decided to stay beside him. “So uhm. Have you taken any jobs lately or…?”

Y/N tensed slightly at the question, bringing her gaze onto her own drink a second. “No…I’ve been too scared to” she admits through a whisper, hearing the shift beside her and the soft thud of a glass being set down. Before she was engulfed gently in Logan’s arms, prompting her to shift toward him and easing into his embrace.

“I won’t let anything ever happen to you like that again” Logan whispers, resting his chin on top of her head feeling her arms snake around his torso and her body relaxing.

After the party…Laura and Wade were passed out on the couch, Al had retreated to her room for a much needed coke break, and that leaves Logan and Y/N to clean up the aftermath. Y/N held the bin trailing behind Logan as he picked up the bottles putting them in there.

“Did Laura drink anything?”

“No, she took the theme of the party to heart and out of respect for you she didn’t have any alcohol” Y/N kept her voice low to avoid waking up anyone. “She’s only tired because she’s training with the X-Men now”

“Really?”

“Really. Which reminds me, she wants you there when she moves in. It’s a big step for her and she would appreciate you being there”

“I’m there” Logan smiles setting in the last few bottles and taking the bin from her to carry out. Y/N smiles warmly at him, grabbing the full trash bags to take out. Both turned to Mary Puppins scratching at the door to be let out. “Guess she can tag along” he scoffs, earning a laugh from Y/N as she grabs the leash for the pup to hook her up before they left.

The pup had a mind of her own dragging Y/N to her favorite spot to do her business, prompting Logan to take the bags from her watching the pup drag her across the street to pee on the tree near the repaired subway entrance.

After entering the alley to toss their trash and recycling, Logan walked over to Y/N noticing her shiver as she waited for Puppins to finish. He shrugged off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders, his touch lingering as she slowly turned to him with a smile.

“Thank you…”

“Of course” Logan brought his hands to adjust the jacket on her person, the lingering causing his heart to pound against his chest as her eyes instantly lock to his. She rests her hands gently on his chest bringing herself close resting her head against his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her frame, kissing the top of her head.

Which led her to look up and without waiting another second, Logan leaned into her pressing his lips against hers. Her eyes flutter close when their lips connected. The rapid pounding of his heart relaxing as he melted into the kiss feeling her hands move from his chest to bring themselves on the back of his neck to keep him where he was. Continuing to kiss him, humming contently.

Little did they know Wade was in the fire escape watching the two, knowing he did a good by not cleaning. Well. It would’ve happened anyway at some point of the night. But at least there wasn’t…a huge audience.

After that night, every opportunity that arises Logan or Y/N would initiate either a quick kiss or a heavy make out that would approach the next base but both would stop. Neither were ready just yet.

“I can’t believe my daughter is going to boarding school” Wade, in the full suit, put on the hysterics as he tagged along with Logan and Y/N to help Laura move into the mansion. He instantly wrapped Laura in a tight hug which led her to look at Logan and Y/N pleading him to stop through her gaze while her claws extended.

“Wade, let go of her” Logan warns, crossing his arms and watching Laura start to stab the man making Y/N grimace beside him. “I warned him”

“She’s still going to visit just as much as Yukio and Ellie do” Y/N reassures watching him nod while yanking out Laura’s claws, the second they parted she instantly brought Laura into her arms.

“You’ll visit me too right?” Laura murmurs, gripping tightly on the back of Y/N’s shirt feeling her grasp tighten.

“Always. I will always be around my sweet girl” Y/N whispers to Laura feeling tears start to threaten her waterline as she tried her hardest not to cry. “You’re going to be great” she states, pull back to look at her daughter and feel that weight of fear lift knowing she’ll be safe with the X-Men and change/protect so many lives.

After a few more hugs and forehead kisses from Y/N, Laura parted from her mom and approached Logan who instantly hugged her when she opened her arms.

The two stood there for a while in silence, then a hushed whisper escaped Laura that made Logan tighten around her.

“You’ll take care of her, right dad?”

“Yeah…I’ve got her kid”

After getting her settled at the mansion, the three returned back to the apartments. Wade instantly went into his with a groan and crying out for Althea which could mean two things, coke or cuddles. Honestly, could be both. Logan lingered at his door for a moment debating of calling it a night when he looked at Y/N. Seeing she also lingered for a moment.

“Are you—-“

“You wanna take a walk? See where the night takes us?” Y/N gave him a small smile when asking as he didn’t reply with words, only a small nod and a hint of his own smile.

Walking through New York absent minded was a luxury in its own way. Especially when one knows she will be safe doing so. It was oddly nice going through the city and just enjoying the silence while hand in hand.

Y/N initially wanted to stay in the neighborhood, but quickly got distracted by how far they went that they ended up taking the subway. Logan wrapped his arm around her shoulders keeping her close as he felt her arms snake around his middle. It was late, not many people on the train, but they still kept close as if it was crowded.

Eventually they ended up in Central Park. Why? Who knows. The park at night is something else and Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’s been there, especially from his universe. But Y/N remembers her first time back in New York since everything…

Bringing Laura to Central Park for her first time…seeing the ducks…petting all the dogs…and just enjoying the area

Back then, Y/N would stand on the bridge thinking about James and missing him. But now she stands there with Logan being close and enjoying the night. She doesn’t think about what she misses for a moment and thinks about how much—-

“I love you”

Logan instantly locked eyes with her, not saying it back right away but acknowledging the pounding in his chest easing ever so slightly after hearing her say those words. Y/N didn’t walk away when he didn’t say it back but she cried when he admitted—-

“I fell in love with you the moment I met you again” and the man didn’t hesitate to shed a few tears when saying such. Which brought tears of her own to spill.

The two instantly held onto each other after such, letting go of a lot of emotion built on anxiety and fear alone. But slowly became holding onto one another out of love and a sense of reunion. They both love and will forever have a bond with their universe’s other half, but this was new and different…something they’ve waited for and could only get from them.

Logan kept Y/N close, holding her for what felt like hours…but realistically until it got too late into the night. He held her hand all the way back to the subway then back to their apartments and before he even thought of asking, Y/N pulled him close standing on her tippy toes to bring her lips perfectly onto his.

He didn’t hesitate any longer to pick her up, continuing to kiss her as she stumbles blindly to unlock her door not parting from his lips for a moment. The second the lock kicked, Logan pushed the door open with his foot letting them inside and closing the door with the same foot. Slowly making their way into the bedroom and sharing that moment in private. But let me just say, Wade got the dirty details out of Y/N when he convinced her to take edibles with him.

Being the hour that it was, Y/N laid comfortably naked on top of Logan. Both looking at the window and watching the sunlight spill in as she snuggles her face against his chest sighing contently to the sound of his heartbeat.

“I love you, Y/N” Logan whispers, feeling her shift on top of him getting more comfortable. Feeling the warmth grow in his chest as he looks at her watching her gaze lock onto his.

“I love you too, Logan”

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Shake the Frost

A/N: I have no comment other than thank you to the Thunderbolts trailer for putting me back into a Bucky Barnes phase.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes | Winter Soldier x Reader

Tags: bucky barnes x reader, bucky barnes x y/n, The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, James Buchanan Barnes, Winter Soldier!Bucky, hurt/comfort, fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of flashbacks, PTSD, brainwashing

Summary: Inspired by the song 'Shake the Frost' by Tyler Childers. After a year on the run with Bucky, you think he might finally be opening up to you. All it took was a little honesty. And a healthy dose of yelling.

Word Count: 1.5k+

You’d spent an entire year on the lam, hiding a brainwashed assassin who could barely remember his name. 

And after a year, the Winter Soldier- Bucky- still turned a cold shoulder to you when the memories became too much to bear. One minute he would sit with you on the couch in your little cabin to watch a movie, and the next he’d be trudging through the Montana snowfall, wandering the remote mountain ridge in an apathetic search for clarity. 

It had been the tune of your relationship since the beginning, though the past couple of months had seen some improvement. Bucky was more human, seeking you out for comfort after nightmares and flashbacks or even requesting different food items when you deemed it necessary to run into town for groceries. You weren't sure if it was him actively looking for help or just trying to tamp down on the mounting frustration caused by his constant cold-shoulder. 

Tonight, he had surprised you by grabbing the TV remote while you flipped aimlessly through a limited supply of channels. The cabin, tucked deep into the Montana Rockies, belonged to your maternal grandparents and had the barest of cable packages.

“Wait, wait.” His sudden movement had scared you half to death, metal fingers gently encircling yours on the remote. “Can you go back?”

You balanced a half-eaten plate of rehydrated mashed potatoes on your knee and nodded. “Uh, yeah. Can I have my hand back?”

Your comfort level with him had been fairly steady, as you weren’t in fear of him killing you in your sleep anymore. With that said, any sudden contact still made you wary. You knew what he was capable of when provoked, and didn’t wish to bring it on yourself, even if it was an accident 

“Sorry.” He released you at once, the prosthetic whirring as your wrist was freed. 

Bucky’s keen gaze turned back to the old TV as you clicked back a couple of channels, stopping on an old rerun of M*A*S*H. His head tilted at the uniforms, eyes hardening as he discerned the setting. You swallowed a forkful of potatoes, not sure if this was the best thing for a recovering super-soldier assassin prone to PTSD to be watching. The rest of the food was nudged around your plate nervously before you pressed the button to go to the next channel, twangy country music flooding the room instead.

“Bucky, I don’t know if M*A*S*H is the best-”

He stood abruptly from the couch, walking towards the front door. Nothing of note had happened before you switched the show off, but this was how he worked. Some unknown, unseen trigger would send him spiraling into silence, and you’d be left with no explanation. A year had little effect on his habits.

This time, you weren’t having it. “Hey!”

Ditching your plate on the couch, you chased him to the entryway where his boots were already on. Bucky wouldn’t meet your eyes, focused solely on getting out the door. You grabbed his hand just as he had minutes ago, soft flesh meeting titanium on the doorknob. He shook you off and pulled the door open, tossing a Russian command over his shoulder in your direction. 

“Bucky, wait!” You jammed your feet into the closest shoes and grabbed your coat, hustling out into the blizzard without a thought. 

Soft light emanated from a lantern on the porch, highlighting the figure standing only a couple feet from the bottom step. Powdery snow climbed halfway up his shins, evidently acting as a barrier between him and his usual route. You walked up behind him slowly, stopping on the last stair.

You were normally patient with his traumatic past and memory issues, but it was mounting into frustration as time passed by. “Bucky.”

He didn’t answer. 

“Bucky, what’s wrong?”

The Winter Soldier remained motionless. You grit your teeth, anger rising. 

“Soldat.” You intoned in the same manner you’d heard his handlers speak. “Otvechat [Answer].”

Painfully slow, he turned back towards you. You gulped, steeling yourself for a blow or outburst of anger. Instead, his face was blank. Blue eyes bore into nothing, haunted and cold. You ducked your head to meet his vacant stare, hoping the commands hadn’t forced him into some sort of fugue state. 

“Talk to me.” You said, almost pleading. “For once, tell me what’s going on.” 

A stream of Russian followed, growing more desperate the longer he talked. The extent of your Russian was the few simple commands barked out by HYDRA guards and nothing more, and you were lost after the first two words. His switch between languages wasn’t uncommon, but came frequently with stress.

 You held up your hands, shushing him. Bit back your frustration in order to get an answer. “Bucky, I don’t speak- I need English, please.”

He stopped, chest rising and falling erratically. Blue eyes focused on your face, cheeks already tinged red from the cold. 

 “The p-program made me remember something, but I don’t know what it was. It was there and then it was gone.” Another hitched breath interrupted his words. “It was gone so fast. Like a dream.”

Dreams had been a constant for him, to the point you’d went out of your way to buy him a journal and pen to write them down as soon as he woke up. 

“Well, maybe you’ll have to keep your journal-” 

“I don’t want to rely on a book!” He cried out, “You tell me to write down dreams, but how am I supposed to remember things that happen so fast? I can’t pull out a journal and write it down!”

Though it was angry and loud, you stood your ground. Any sort of real emotion was preferable to the stoic Winter Soldier who’d shown up beaten and bruised in your hotel room so long ago.

“Maybe I’d have an answer if you ever talked to me! These things happen and you always disappear!” You steadied your voice, trying not to fly completely off the handle. “I don’t know how you’re supposed to pin down a memory if you’re too busy trying to run away everytime it comes up. I want to help you, Bucky.”

“I just…” A shiver wracked his body. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Frustration fizzled away into sympathy. “You’ve never…”

“And I would never know until it’s too late.” He growled, sounding more like the Soldier than Bucky. “They controlled me with words. What if I remember them too clearly and I hurt you? You’re the only person who’s ever helped me.”

“You won’t.” You reached out with a tentative hand, setting it on his right shoulder. “You’re in control. You can keep working on your memories, but you can’t do it alone. So let me help you. Please.”

Face angled towards the ground, he nodded. “I’m sorry for taking off again.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry. Just come inside, where it’s warm. We can talk there.”

Once inside, you fought to shuck off your boots, one lace knotted in a manner that prevented escape. You bent down to fix it, cussing until the damn thing came loose. Upon standing, you came face-to-chest with a nervous-looking Bucky. Mellow guitar notes floated to your ears from the abandoned television.

“Oh. Hi.” You said awkwardly, craning your neck to make eye contact. “Everything okay?”

Bright blue eyes, full of pent-up emotion, shined with what you thought might be tears. He chewed on his lip, a nervous tick you had spotted only when he thought you weren’t looking. It was a vulnerability that the Winter Soldier half of him couldn’t allow. 

“Yeah. Thank you.” His mouth opened and closed a few times. “I think… I think I’d like to talk more. If you’ll listen. I don’t want to hide things from you.”

The admission was frank, full of honesty. It was the sort of thing you’d been expecting when he’d woke you up in the middle of the night, only to be met with silence and the unspoken request for company.

“We can talk, Bucky, whenever you want.” You grabbed his flesh hand, squeezing calloused fingers. “I’ll always listen.”

There was a beat of stillness before you were yanked forward into his chest by the same hand. It took a minute to process the movement, but your arms encircled his torso. Warm air rushed past your ear, his exhale heavy on your scalp. It was the most physical he’d ever been, outside of the random protective stances he’d taken in situations perceived as dangerous. Your own body melted into the embrace, unable to resist the primal desire for touch and closeness that it had lacked for months. Even pinned against him by a metal arm, the embrace was comforting. You ran your nails up and down the length of his spine, trying to stave off the tremors that plagued him. Wintertime did Bucky no favors, especially with a cybernetic appendage that conducted the cold straight into his bones.

Eventually, you felt his mouth move against your hair. He spoke so low it could barely be called a whisper.

“Thank you.”

From the living room, music continued softly.

-

‘So if it'd make you stay-

I wouldn't act so angry all the time-

I wouldn't keep it all inside-

And I'd let you know how much I loved you every day-

So darlin' will you stay right here and shake this frost off of my bones?’

-

Thank you for reading, much love ❤

Masterlist

[kyri45]

Can you do another q&a

Sure thing

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 18/02✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@snsp6 ha chiesto: Don’t know if this was answered but what was the inspiration for bio parents au??

no inspiration. just my stupid brain not being able to like something without taking my whole life.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Are you ok with AUs I was thinking about writing a fanfic. Basically with a younger Mk. Events of the show haven't happened yet, Wukong and Macaque aren't on ok terms yet (Slow Burn) unlike the show.

I don't think I understood. You're asking if you can do an AU of my AU?

@mistress-of-nightmares ha chiesto:YOU MENTIONED YOU HAD MK'S FINAL OUTFIT READY SINCE LIKE SUMMER, IS IT GOING TO BE THIS PRINCE-RELATED THEMED??? (sorry for all caps it just came to me and I screamed)

that's not the only one I already had in mind.

@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hey kyri I have a question maybe that was already ask and you answer it, so sorry if you did but does macaque, wukong and mk purr in your au ? When they are really relaxed and with someone they trust, like mk when he fall asleep in redson arm in the last chapter. That’s all And thanks you for making such a good au, that’s something I really appreciate (my life his based on😅)

No I don't think they purr.

@mysticanchorcheesecake ha chiesto: I just wanted to say.. I LOVEEE UR ART AKCIFdkfkdKckd!!! *Calms down mentaly* i a HUGE fan of ur parenting au.. thats it luv u ^^

Thank youu!!!!

@kilani-123 ha chiesto:Does Mk know that Wukong and Macaque are still engaged?👀

no

@deafeningcolortastemaker ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45!!!I have a little question for you and for Spicynoodleshipping.....WILL THERE BE MORE MK AND RED SON KISSED???I'm very worried. I really love spicynoodleshipping, and I would like you to release some pictures of spicynoodleshipping more often.😆 Well, good night to me, since it's 11 pm in Russia.Well, good! It's time for me to sleep, until the next Kyri45 meeting!!!

yes

@angelsbunnies ha chiesto: Was MK freaking out when he got sucked back cause he couldn’t finish adding more details to his little doodle?

poor baby yes he was.

@metalheaded-freak ha chiesto: Kyri, I just wanted to say… thank you, for creating the Bio Parents Au, it’s been such an emotional journey and honestly? If it wasn’t for you then I wouldn’t have gotten into the fandom the way I did. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you were the gateway for me to fully embrace this fandom and not be afraid to show what I do, so once again thank you!

awww tysm!!!

@ddle-lrd ha chiesto: GELLO (help gello lol) IM A HUGE FAN OF YOUR SHADOWPEACH BIO PARENTS AU AND CURRENTLY TAKE YOUR ART COURSE! I really wanted to know if the series will (unfortunately and reasonably) come to an end? Will S9 be the last or second last? (Like before the last season) Again, big fan and big supporter of your art even though i can’t support you financially besides the art course -L0S :))))

Awww tysm for all the support!

Also yes the Part 9 is the last part of the main story.

@peachy-pies-random-stuff ha chiesto: Hi Kyri! Me and my partner have been reading the Shadowpeach bio parents AU together and we're both addicted to it! Also the thing you said about writing uncharted territories..... Should we all be worried??? 🤨🤨🤨

I mean.... yes and no?

@land-of-frogs-and-dragons ha chiesto: Your monkie kid au is gonna get me to watch Lego monkie kid ngl,,,, saw your au on TikTok and went "oh I can't NOT watch this" and haven't regretted it since. 10/10 I love your art style and you draw mk's hair so fluffie I love everything about your art style and your au

thank you! heheh he has fluffy hair.

@pensoul2 ha chiesto: I was looking back at the LMK Bio AU and Redson's hair. His hair got me wondering if he ever tried cutting it. Would the scissors or the object cut his hair melt?

omg I want to believe that yes, if his hair is too hot it would melt the scissor. But I also like to think that they aren't really made of hair. It's they fluctuate between solid and plasma.

@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hiiiiiii I wanted to ask, you drew redson in bloom outfit from Winx. Do you think you can do macaque in musa outfit ? Oh and thanks for your amazing shadowpeach bio parents au it's amazing

@mysticewya already did the whole wix club team as LMK character, you should check them out.

@onyxxess ha chiesto:hiii!! ive been a fan of your artwork for a whole, esp the shadowpeach bio parent au. theres one thing i havent been clarified withCan we make edits of your art and post it on other socials like tik tok or insta?? (with creds)i would really love editing your artwork!

Yes you can. with credit. I'm both "kyri45" on IG and TT

@misagiiza ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45! My name is Izadora and I'm a huge fan of yours. I'm Brazilian and would love to translate your comic so other people could have the opportunity to know your talent!

Thanks, Iza.

Hello Izadora, there's already user "wukong_lmk" on TikTok that's doing the brazillian translation

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Will we see a dance party in the celestial realm lol 😆🩷🩷😊

yup

hellopollon ha chiesto: Wait, so Macaque's scroll is close to theirs too or...?

Yup!

@mkthemonkiekiddd ha chiesto: Have you ever thought about doing different lmk AU’s after the current AU youre working on? (Like for example, infection AU, swap Au, etc.)

mm nope. I prefer to keep building on what I've already created

@whatdaflippityfloppity ha chiesto: I absolutely adore your comics and the way you draw Nezha! (He's my favourite character and needs more screen time and ✨angst✨ T-T) Quick question; Is Nezha ever going to rebel against his father? 🥺 Maybe to like, stop his father from using the pagoda or something?

he did it in the past multiple times he will most likely do it again

[huginsmemory]

@the-gay-prometheus THANK YOU YES! It'd been a while since I read TBOB, but with the details you really see that even though there are instances before even the sticky note, Bill doesn't do much direct physical harm to Ford, even if it ultimately ramps up to very verbal/situational abuse with only a dash of physical abuse... Even though Bill usually will happily go for physical abuse. And I mean, also looking at Bill scratching at the door thing... Bill is also desperate. There IS a timeline for how long they can stay in the nightmare realm and I think there is something terrifying on Bill's end of having that escape suddenly be shut off to him... (But that also doesn't detract from the horror of what Ford is experiencing).

Also, I think some of the 'niceties' Bill goes for could also be construed as 'carrot and stick routine', especially after the rooftop incident, with the fire and the chess set, but the thing is that it DOES come out of Bill's care for Ford and not just him wanting Ford to boot up the portal (it's a look at what we had; we can have this again, I want this again too. But it's only possible if you co-operate). And I think it comes out of the fact this is such a incredible well done depiction of an abusive relationship because just as there are often good times in abusive relationships that have people coming back to them, the person who is abusive most of the time does have a form of deep care for or love the other person, but it's a selfish love that is twisted by that person's own desires and needs which overrules their partners own autonomy (perhaps a better word is deeply attached... one can argue the definitions here. Also this is NOT me excusing those folks. Get the fuck out of there. It's just that relationships and caring for people can be more twisted than what people like to assume on the surface). And you see that with them. Bill cares about Ford, but he's also extremely selfish and not only that but self-destructive; this triangles got a whole SWATH of issues, and he can't for the life of him be honest about anything, especially regarding losing face. He lies and lies and lies (which I've chewed on over here lol). The only time we really see him be honest is with Ford about his dimension when he calls himself indirectly a monster (cough, self destructive tendencies from guilt)... And I think what's compelling is that he HAS been somewhat truthful with Ford before, because he does care about and relates to Ford. And it's possible if they did talk he would have been possibly honest again with Ford, about the nightmare dimension falling apart. But it doesn't happen because Ford refuses, which makes perfect sense narratively. And I really can't see it going any other way, without them not both being the characters that they are.

And I think WHY I really like the both of them as you've said is the tragedy of it. That Bill actually CARES but he's too fucked up over things to be able to really care properly. On top of the fact that they're both very similar characters and have found refuge and love with each other, even if it's codependent as fuck. And it all falls apart, even if there was real care and love in it, before it turned (exponentially) toxic. Good tragedy is when things COULD have turned out okay but the characters (will always) fail to make the right decisions, will always fuck it up. And you see that, cause you wonder what would happen if Bill was honest about the nightmare dimension, and to some degree if Ford would have actually spoken to Bill (and if Bill was honest in that conversation). But that's not them. Besides they've also got a fuck ton of other issues they'd have to deal with on top of that...

Really can't get over the CAN WE TALK? stickynotes. And I mean I think part of it really kinda clicked when I've seen some fanart about it. We really see in TBOB that Ford after beginning to hear voices slipping through the cracks and questions Bill, to learn what Bill really intended, ENTIRELY shuts down his communication with Bill. And you see Bill when he gets questioned in that moment responds with a heavily implied dialogue along the lines of "haha, yeah I tricked you, I'm here to overtake your dimension". But Bill still expects Ford to respond to him in some way, and it's very clear that Bill is shocked when Ford REFUSES to talk to him. And what's interesting is Bill doesn't just IMMEDIATELY begin with threats; he actually leaves stickynotes first, before Bill realizes he's FUCKED UP big time and gets really nasty. There's something pleading with the CAN WE TALK? sticky note. There's a point where Bill does realize he's not getting what he expected, that he's missing Ford, and that he's willing to possibly even smooth some things over, explain things better (maybe even the part that the nightmare dimension is unraveling perhaps) or persuade Ford into Bill's plans. But Ford refuses, and it's already too late for Bill because just like with Stan, Ford feels betrayed and when Ford feels betrayed he'll mercilessly cut the person out of his life. Ford deeply, deeply holds hurt and betrayal and as a result he has zero desire to speak with Bill again (and also uhhh big red flag to take over the world, so also. Yeah).

And it's interesting because it's a slower ramp up until Bill is desperate and threatens, uses violence, because that's what he's always used when it comes down to it, and an ultimatum is given. It wasn't just threats out of the gate; Bill DID try to speak to Ford (btw this is not me being like Ford should have spoken to Bill and it would be magically healthy, cause no matter how you slice it it's just a toxic mess tbh). Threats out of the gate would have been faster; there's over three weeks in the timeline, before Ford goes through the portal (althought we don't get too much context around exactly when everything occurs). That's a lot of time! But Bill didn't threaten Ford immediately. And I think part of that reason is because Bill expected Ford to speak to him, expected their relationship or at least their project to mean enough to Ford that Ford would speak to him and then continue their work, once his anger cooled off. And I think also part of it is because Bill cared about Ford, not that he'd admit it in the moment; but he'd rather Ford willingly be alongside him, then have to force him through threats to do the work on the portal. You see that, even after Ford spends 30 years trying to kill him and nearly even does, when he offers him during wierdmageddon to be a henchmaniac. Bill cares about Ford, wants Ford beside him. But then Ford continues to refuse to engage with him at all, and Bill realizes he's lost Ford, and progressively gets more desperate and angrier as he's still refused, and falls into the violence he usually uses, to get Ford to cooperate.

Anyhow it's one of those things that you wonder what would've happened if they DID speak, but that would ultimately be defying a big part of who Ford is... So in a way it's a juicy juicy tidbit to chew on, the implications beyond the writing on the sticky note.

[hkthatgffan]

What are your thoughts on the Pines parents? Particularly since the reveal of them having marital issues in TBOB?

I'm pretty conflicted tbh. Part me finds the revelation interesting and a pretty insane new layer to add on to the show's established canon, but I also feel like it could be another case of Gravity Falls fans taking flour and trying to predict what kind of buffet Alex is cooking.

In the case for the assumption this is hinting at the twin's parents having marriage issues and going towards say, a divorce, we have small hints in series that could be assumed as that, from Dipper's initial worry of leaving Mabel alone in Cali without him, Mabel's own fears of growing up without Dipper and the future itself, the abruptness as it sounds of them being sent to Gravity Falls, etc.

Of course, we also have the fact that Alex Hirsch's parents themselves are divorced IRL and him and Ariel grew up with their mom. And as they both are the inspiration for Dipper and Mabel, this can be a case of Alex hinting at that and adding another element of his life to them.

It course also somewhat goes counter to his past statements about how we never really are gonna learn anything about the twin's parents, because he doesn't see them as characters we need to know about as the story is focused on the twin's in Summer with Stan and Ford (I mean, all we initially knew was that their dad worked with computers and got Mabel's night shirt at a Windows 95 event, lol). So, adding this to the pot does feel like a pretty major change in direction.

That said, on the other hand, it could just be that...marriage issues the two of them are working to fix. Perhaps they sent the twins away while they sought couples therapy or something to mend things before the kids got back. We can also make the assumption Dipper may have overheard something that he mistook as being more serious than it was.

I say this from personal experience. I've often overheard arguments or pretty heated stuff my parents were yelling about that I probably was not supposed to hear or assumed the wrong thing about and it left me worried about if well...you know. Thankfully that never was the case and as I've gotten older I've come to better understand that sometimes parents fight but they can resolve things on their own in time. Though as kids, that shit can scare you, especially someone at Dipper's age. And while not all parents probably can resolve those matters the same way, it's always a possibility worth assuming here, especially with the little info we know. I mean, Bill said "Why do you think they were in such a rush to get the kids out the door for the summer?" It sounds like he's asking us fans to make our own guess on that.

And speaking of Bill...there's the Bill factor to consider too. Remember, who wrote this?

BILL CIPHER! And Bill is about as reliable a source for accurate info as the US government or Doug Ford is when it comes to Line 5 or why he REALLY closed the Science Centre (IYKYK).

Many fans doubt the truthfulness of what Bill said in the book. So, he could just be making this up and Dipper may never have had that dream to begin with. Of course, it would be weird for Alex to make a book full of lies about the show, but then...this is Alex Hirsch we're talking about.

Personally, I believe Dipper did have this nightmare and he overheard something intense. But as to what it's alluding to...I'm not sure.

I think this is another case of Alex Hirsch leaving the question open ended. What's up with the twin's parents? That's for us fans to decide.

If you believe they're divorcing, you can. If you think it's nothing and Dipper is over-worrying about an argument his parents had, you can. And if you think it's BS and Bill made it up, you can too.

That's again the beauty of Gravity Falls leaving itself open ended. Every headcanon and theory is possible. I mean, fans believed for years Bill was in Stan's mind till this very book killed that theory off for good.

Maybe in several years if Alex decides to, he'll expand on this plot point and answer the question once and for all. But for now, what the deal with Dipper and Mabel's parents is, will remain...

[remeberm3]

hold you close | k.m

⎯⎯“Shhh.” His lips brushed against your temple, and you nearly stopped breathing. “You wiggle like that again, and I’ll take it as an invitation.”

warnings: none i think

Klaus Mikaelson was a monster. A villain. The scourge of many, the nightmare of more, the kind of man whose name alone sent people running.

Klaus Mikaelson did not cuddle.

Or so he said.

༊*·˚

It started with an accident.

The first time you caught him in a suspiciously cuddle-adjacent position, he had been asleep. Or, at least, pretending to be asleep, because Klaus Mikaelson did not just fall unconscious like some mere mortal.

You had woken up in the middle of the night, still half-dazed, only to realize that Klaus had practically enveloped you. His arm was wrapped firmly around your waist, his face tucked into your neck, one leg thrown over yours like he was trying to pin you there.

Your first thought had been, Huh. So the Big Bad Hybrid sleeps like a koala.

Your second had been, I wonder how long I can get away with this before he wakes up and denies everything.

The answer had been not long at all, because as soon as you shifted slightly, his grip tightened.

“Nik,” you murmured, biting back a smile.

Nothing.

“Klaus,” you tried again.

Still nothing.

You were fairly certain that if you peeled your sock off with your toes, it would elicit more of a reaction than your attempts to wake the thousand-year-old Original Vampire currently latched onto you.

So, naturally, you did what any sane person would do.

You poked him.

Right in the ribs.

A low, dangerous sound rumbled in his chest, but instead of loosening his hold, he only curled around you more, the weight of him now pressing you fully into the mattress.

You let out an indignant huff. “Oh, now you’re awake?”

Silence.

For a moment, you thought he might actually be ignoring you.

And then, voice thick with sleep, muffled against your skin—

“Go back to sleep, love.”

You blinked. “You’re literally on top of me.”

“Mmm.” He sounded delighted by this information.

You tried to wriggle free, but his grip was ironclad. “Niklaus—”

“Shhh.” His lips brushed against your temple, and you nearly stopped breathing. “You wiggle like that again, and I’ll take it as an invitation.”

You went still in an instant.

Klaus chuckled, satisfied, and nuzzled his nose against your jaw.

You clenched your jaw. “You do realize this counts as cuddling, right?”

Silence.

Then, after a long moment—

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Are you serious?” You snorted. “Then what exactly does this count as?”

He was quiet for another beat, and then, smugly—

“Trapping you.”

You gaped. “That’s even worse.”

He hummed, utterly unbothered, before pulling you impossibly closer.

You huffed. “I am telling everyone you cuddle.”

Klaus, voice amused and far too pleased with himself: “And who, pray tell, would believe you over me?”

Damn it. He had a point.

༊*·˚

Of course, this would have been a one-time thing.

Would have been.

Except that it kept happening.

༊*·˚

The second time, Klaus was awake.

It was the middle of the day. You were minding your own business, reading in the parlor, when Klaus appeared behind you, swiped your book from your hands, and promptly pulled you onto the couch beside him.

You blinked up at him. “Excuse me?”

He draped an arm over your shoulders and exhaled, looking—of all things—content.

You stared at him. “Are you alright?”

“Perfectly.” He said it so smoothly, like he hadn’t just manhandled you into his arms.

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you dying?”

Klaus snorted. “Not unless you’ve found a way to kill an Original, love.”

You tilted your head, peering up at him. “Are you cuddling me right now?”

Klaus barely even blinked. “No.”

“…Klaus.”

“Hmm?”

“Your arm is around me.”

“Observant as ever, sweetheart.”

You clenched your jaw. “Your arm is around me.”

“Yes, we’ve established that, haven’t we?”

“Why?”

Klaus turned his head, looking at you with feigned innocence. “Would you rather I let go?”

You hesitated.

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

Klaus smirked, settled back against the cushions, and pulled you in just a little closer.

You scowled. “I am telling everyone.”

Klaus smirked, utterly unbothered. “You would not dare.”

You hated him.

You really, really didn’t.

༊*·˚

The third time, it was raining.

A thunderstorm had rolled in unexpectedly, the kind that rattled the windows and made the whole city feel like it had been swallowed by the sky.

You had been standing at the window, watching the storm roll in, when Klaus appeared behind you and wordlessly wrapped his arms around your waist.

You froze.

Then, slowly, you craned your neck to look at him. “Niklaus.”

He hummed.

“This is cuddling.”

Klaus only sighed, tucking his face into your shoulder. “Your definitions are exhausting, love.”

“This is—” You exhaled sharply. “You are cuddling me.”

Klaus, voice muffled against your neck: “Debatable.”

“Niklaus—”

“Shhh.” His lips brushed your jaw. “Just let me pretend I don’t have a reputation to uphold, would you?”

You were still fuming about it an hour later, when he refused to let go.

༊*·˚

It wasn’t until weeks later—after a dozen more incidents, after many more attempts on your end to point out the obvious, after several smug retorts on his end—that you realized something.

You weren’t actually trying to get him to admit he was a cuddler.

You just wanted to hear him say it.

To acknowledge it.

To say, I want to hold you.

To say, This is more than just a habit to me.

To say, I just love you too damn much not to keep you close.

But this was Klaus Mikaelson.

He wasn’t one for spoken confessions.

But in the quiet of the night, when his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his warmth, when he buried his face into your hair and held you like he was afraid the world would try to take you from him—

You knew.

Klaus Mikaelson didn’t cuddle.

But god help him—he would always hold you close.

[neoarchipelago]

Be a backpack, Ride a biker (Simon riley!biker x reader)

AN: hey... just... testing the waters... this is an old one shot i had posted on patreon... thought I'd share it with everyone...

TW: 18+ CONTENT! Mentions of gun, smut with a bit of plot

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If there was one thing that helped Simon through the sleepless nights it was his bike. The beautiful black mat sports bike that he purchased a few years back. It was simply one of his additions to his little collection, but he had to be honest with himself this purring baby was his favorite.

The tight bike gear clung to him, pants, boots and gloves of a black leather. He'd normally wear his leather jacket as well, over a hoodie, but that night when he woke up from a nightmare, he didn't even think of putting it on. His skull balaclava was hidden inside the black helmet. The roaring of the bike canceled out the thoughts and everything else. He had long gone into dark mode, no lights on the bike at all, going way over the speed limit on the highway.

If the cops saw him, they wouldn't be fast enough to catch him. If by any chance they actually arrested him, Price would minimize it to a speeding ticket.

This. The vibration and the wind, the roaring and the speed. It erased everything in his mind and it was perfect. The adrenaline rush felt amazing.

Unfortunately, the gas tank was running empty and a short stop at the gas station was inevitable. The vivid lights of the station contrasted with his black mood. He sat on his bike, filling up his tank as he captured noises from a nearby car. He glanced up.

"Come on! You're being a cockblocker!" A young woman angrily scolded.

"I am not going with his friend just because you want to bang him! He creeps me out!" You angrily answered back.

Simon looked a bit more intently. You were young, probably in your twenties. The black pants and tank top with black boots, a very different choice from your friend's tight, mini dress.

"I'm leaving with him? Ok? Don't disappoint me!" The girl said, her heels echoing on the asphalt as she walked to a car.

Simon shook his head, finishing up as the car drove away in a screech. He frowned, throwing a last look at you, now standing with a man. Simon shook off the odd feeling as he rode out, back to the highway. Back to the roaring and speed but now a thought lingered on his mind.

You.

He couldn't keep the eerie feeling that filled him as he had noticed the entire interaction. With a loud groan, he pulled back towards the station, hoping to find you there. As he drove to park in front of the station he looked around for your small frame. No where to see. He groaned to himself, dismounting his bike and walking inside.

"Hey." He called the cashier. "Seen a girl in black pants, white top?" His annoyed voice called out again.

The cashier nodded pointing to the parking lot behind the station. Simon frowned, walking out in long stripes to the indicated location. Out there, very little light shined, voices muffled by the Station's music. He walked in the shadow finally seeing you, leaned against a car, arms crossed as a man stood in front of you, trapping you in between his arms.

"Listen… I already told you.. I want to go home. I'm not interested in a drink." You said.

"Aw come on! Don't be like that. But if you want.." his hand rose to caress your cheek "we can go back to my place… have some fun."

Something made Simon's hair stand on end, watching the prick's hands on you as you winced away. He stepped forward, close enough so you both could hear him.

"She said no." He simply stated, gaining both of your attention.

The boy took a step back, glaring at the darkness. Simon stepped out into the annoying yellow light.

"Tsk. Who the fuck are you? Take off that helmet before you try to brawl, man!" The man spat.

Simon Sighed. He wasn't looking for a brawl. He was trying to quiet his mind, and fighting wasn't the best idea, even if it would help. Simon stepped closer again, now towering the man as he pushed his visor up.

"I don't have any problem with that. I'm going to give you a single warning." Simon said, voice steady but dripping threat.

He could see the way your breath picked up at his voice. The man scoffed, looking Simon up and down, eyes lingering on the logo of his sweatshirt.

"A military bitch." He snarked. Simon closed his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for this. "Come on dickhead!" The man spat, raising his fists.

Simon tensed, mostly out of annoyance. As the man threw a punch he saw you dart in between the two of you, making Simon instincts kick in. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he turned his body to the side to shield you, as his other hand grasped the man's fist. Simon glared at him, squeezing the fist in his grasp, tightly, as the man whined and tried to free his hand with the other.

Simon groaned loudly, letting go of you to pull you behind him as he grabbed the man by the collar, pushing him roughly against his car. He pressed his hip on the man.

"Feel that? It's not because I'm happy to see you." Simon threatened with the calmest tone you've ever heard.

The man paled and his eyes widened. Simon let him go, watching him scurry inside of his car and drive away. Simon turned to you as your eyes met his, something in the way you looked at him giving him goosebumps. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline of the interaction.

"I… thank you…" you tried.

Simon nodded, his hand showing the way back to the station as he started walking next to you. Silence was uncomfortable. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to go back for a ride, break the new tension in him. Once in front of the gas station you looked at each other again.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Hum… yeah. Thank you. I'll just call a cab, I-" you grabbed your phone, pushed the button but nothing happened. "God no… come on…" you whispered under your breath, barely audible for common people.

Simon only felt his frustration grow. God fucking-

Perhaps he could simply pay for a cab. He searched for his wallet before growling loudly. He noticed again as you shivered this time. His voice seemed to cause a delightful reaction on you and somewhere in his fucked up mind, he liked that idea. You of course put two and two together. You couldn't call a cab. You had no bag with you, he didn't have any of those things either.

He watched you retract slowly on yourself, hugging yourself as you looked down. A submissive mood that only fueled a fire in him that he was trying to put out.

"Listen. You should never say yes to what I'm going to propose. But, you're safe with me. Want a ride home?" He asked.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times.

"But… I don't have a helmet…" you said.

God your voice was soft. Wonder what your moans sound-.. get a fucking grip Simon. Frustration and tension was driving him mad.

"It's ok. You'll take this one." He pointed at his own, feeling like an idiot.

"And you'll go without one? No! It's dangerous…"

You worried about him, how cute.

"Don't worry. I've been through much more risk…" he mumbled.

He started walking towards the parked bike, listening to you hop like a little bunny behind him. He took a deep breath as he removed his helmet, a simple balaclava now. He handed you the helmet as you slipped it on. It was slightly too big. He watched you fingers with the strap underneath your chin before he stepped closer. He raised his hands, stopping midway, asking for permission. You let your hands drop, stepping closer as well and stretching your head up to give him better access.

So submissive.. fuck. SIMON.

He pulled on the strap to tighten it, making sure it won't wobble on you. He looked at you, taking a deep breath, adrenaline from the nightmares and the altercation sending electricity through his veins.

"Do you understand that you're putting your life in my hands?" His voice rumbled in a low tone.

Your eyes looked into his, soft gaze getting lost in his as you hummed and nodded. It was there. The glint of trust in a complete stranger. In him. He nodded as well, looking away. He started giving you the basic instructions, a… backpack, should be aware of. You listened carefully. Nodding now and then. He finally mounted his bike, offering you a hand to help you. When your arms wrapped around his waist. Hands on his abs, he felt something break in him. He did the best he could to ignore it.

You had explained as best as you could where you lived. The ride would be spent without vocal communication. Wind too strong in his ears, and no helmet for him to talk through a mic. The only communication was touch. He found himself reaching back for your leg when he felt your grip tightening around his waist. A sign of reassurance that made you melt against him. He could feel the way you hugged his back, one of your hands only leaving his abs when you had to brace yourself on the tank of the bike.

Finally pulling up on the driveway of your house, he cut the power of his bike, lights turning off. He offered you his hand again to help you down. He followed shortly after, helping you remove the helmet. He noticed the rosiness of your cheeks.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah… that was… wild." You smiled up at him.

I could show you wild, little thing…

Now he wanted to slap himself. You remained like this for a few seconds. Eye to eye, breath slightly faster.

"Hum.. thank you." You started. "Can I… offer you a coffee?" You offered.

"That's not very safe. Don't invite strangers over." He scolded. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Don't roll your eyes at me." He growled very lowly, only to your ears.

That had escaped his mouth on instinct. GOD DAMN IT SIMON. You blushed a bit more.

"Why not?" You teased.

Oh don't brat… come on, don't hand me a treat like that. Simon simply huffed a laugh as he shook his head softly.

"It's just coffee…" you tried again.

"It's late for coffee" the last strings of morality hung him.

"A drink then? I'd like to thank you." You frowned slightly.

"A drink?" He repeated.

"Yeah. I have some whiskey?" You proposed, unsure.

"Kentucky?" He asked.

"Hum.. bourbon… sorry." You bit your lip.

His favorite. Fuck… one drink. There was no problem with that. He took a deep breath looking around, trying to find a way to reason with the both of you but simply ended up nodding. It was worth it for the way you smiled up at him before opening the garage door.

"You can put your bike inside. I don't think anyone would touch it, but… it looks expensive." You smiled again.

He nodded again. Danger bells ringing way too loud in his mind. He pushed his bike inside as you closed the garage door before walking to the white door, leading inside. He walked behind you, the light turning on as you walked into the open kitchen. You looked for a charger plugging your phone.

"You can make yourself at home. Take off your mask." You smiled.

"Mask stays on."

You tilted your head, confused before he tapped on the military logo on his sweatshirt.

"Oh, alright."

You didn't seem that bothered by it thankfully. He walked to the counter, sitting down as he watched you grab two cups. You put them down on the counter before going to grab the bottle of bourbon, walking to sit next to him. You handed him the bottle before he opened it and poured the two of you a drink. He threw you a side eye glance before pulling up the balaclava up to his nose to take a sip.

He noticed the way you blushed, looking at his lips before promptly looking away. Eyes on me bunny. Shit.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night…" you spoke.

"You didn't ruin my night. I was out riding anyway." He answered, looking at his cup.

"Why?" You asked.

Curious little thing…

"Couldn't sleep. Needed to release some tension." He answered, taking another sip.

"Oh… are you feeling better?"

No.

"Yeah.."

"You're lying" you giggled.

He looked away, smiling slightly. He was tense. It was visible. The way your thigh brushed against his made his hand itch to reach for it and squeeze it. He had to leave.

You pushed your chair closer to him.

"You know, there's this thing that helps you relax.." you trailed off.

He needed to leave. The way he looked at your lips, the swell of your breast. Your hand rested on his thigh.

LEAVE.

You took back your hand as you finished your little advice, taking a sip of your drink.

"Thank you for the advice. I should go." He said in a hurry, standing up and pulling down his mask. Little disappointed look on your face.

Don't do this.

You stood as well.

"Well. Thank you again. You saved me back there."

He nodded again, dismissing the case. And then you looked up at him. Breath hitching, eyes begging and pupils dilated.

Lord have fucking mercy-

"I don't even know your name."

You shouldn't. Not even remembering him.

"I'm Y/N."

Fuck so pretty.

"Simon." He let out.

"Simon…" you whispered back.

SHIT. The way his cock twitched at the sound of his name on your lips brought him back to reality. He had to leave. Before losing himself in something too dangerous. And then you bit your lip.

"Don't." He ordered.

"W..what?" You asked.

"Don't do this. It's not safe. I'm a stranger to you." He scolded again.

You opened your mouth before closing it again. Good. You finally understood.

"I've never done this before… but. You look. Tempting." You tried, looking down. Him? Tempting? Then you were the forbidden fruit. Damning to hell if he ever dared a taste.

"Stop." He warned.

"But-" you talked back, that little needy look in your eyes again.

"Don't make me bend you over the counter and fuck you. Stop looking at me like that." He snapped.

The adrenaline. Tension. Frustration. It was all there. Bringing him to a craving bastard.

"Make me." You answered.

Excuse me-... the what? He took one step closer.

"Care to repeat that?" He growled.

"I said. Make me." You crossed your arms, defying look in your eyes. Such soft, pretty eyes. Soon to be flooded with tears. He stepped one closer again, his hand rising softly to your neck to wrap around it as you wrapped your small ones around his wrist.

"Baby… I'm not the one. I've had to deal with boys who thought they could handle war. Don't brat with me. I'll turn you into a whimpering mess." He whispered lowly, voice deep.

He felt the shudder in your breath. Saw the little twitch of your eyebrow into a needy look for a split second.

"Make. Me."

It was all it took to snap. Hands lifting the mask up to his nose and taking your lips captive. Cute, soft lips, teeth grazing at them and tongue pushing past as you shuddered in his grip and whined. Not too rough Simon.

He pushed you towards the counter, lips bruising yours, trying his best to control himself through the rush he felt. This wasn't a battlefield. Separating, eyes locking on yours, he did exactly as he told you. Turning you over before bending you over your counter, hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back. He noticed the tensing of your body so he softened his grip. He lowered himself to your ear.

"Listen carefully to me. I'm going to fuck you. But only if you let me. Do you understand?" You nodded shyly. "No." He reprimanded, a harsh slap on your ass, making you yelp. "Words. At all times. I want to hear from you. Your 'yes', your moans, your 'stop'. Do. You. Understand?" He cleared.

"Y-yes sir."

"Good girl." He praised. "If at any point you want me to stop. You say it. I will immediately stop. Understand?" This time his voice was more kind. Soothing. It made you melt against him. Something that made him want to take you there and then. The feeling of you, trusting him, bringing a feeling of possessiveness and hunger.

"Yes sir." You agreed again.

He brushed your hair to the side, dropping soft kisses to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving pretty purple marks in his path. What was he doing? Marking you like this? You weren't his-

The thought angered him somehow. The rush of negative feelings back as he bucked his hips against your ass, his cock hardening faster than he thought. He pulled you up a bit.

"I'm going to take off your top. And your pretty bra. Alright?"

"Yes…" you whined, nodding your head.

It made him smirk. He reached for the hem of the top, lifting it above your head, throwing it somewhere on the ground. He took his time. Rough hands against soft skin as he explored it. Finally unclasping your bra, that you let fall to the floor as well. His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing softly and thumbs barely grazing your already hard nipples. He could feel your heart beating faster against his chest. Some skill he had managed through his long built survival skills.

You bucked against him, impatient growing as he pinched one of your nipples, a whine running on your lips.

"Fuck… you're really pretty." He found himself whispering against your neck.

His hands were now fully playing with your breasts. Fingers pinching and rolling your nipples softly, mouth leaving more marks on your neck, shoulders and back.

"P..please" you whimpered.

He chuckled darkly. One of his hands traveled down your stomach. When his hands reached the hem of your pants, he unbuttoned them, before slightly pulling them down. Your hands quickly reached to help him, boots kicked and pants fully down. When he saw you reach for your panties he grabbed your wrists again.

"No. Leave them." He growled.

He wanted to make sure he would rip them off of you. You whined, but he pushed you forwards on the counter again. Pretty ass now up for him. His hands massaged it, soft slaps, earning breathy moans and gasps. He pushed his hips forward, flush against your clothes pussy, making sure you could feel his erection through all the fabric.

"Grind baby." He ordered.

Like the good girl you were, you behaved and obeyed. Your pretty ass grinding against him. His jaw clenched. Slight friction built his impatience. He quickly shoved his sweatshirt over his head. Dog tags still around his neck. He hadn't bothered to take them off for the night and hadn't bothered to take them off for the ride. The wet patch on the black fabric of your panties made himself feral. He ached to fill you, be inside you. It felt like it was the relief he needed after the long night he was having. Probably not the best idea.

His large hands cupped your ass, helping you grind against him. He pulled back, earning a little whine again.

"So impatient. So needy. Have you been thinking about this since you were on my bike?" He teased.

The way you tried to hide your face confirmed it, making him chuckle. His finger reached for your clothed pussy, fingers rubbing up and down your slit. You shivered, moaning slightly. His fingers touched but barely touched. The contradiction made you wiggle your hips. His other hands reached your waist, keeping you in place. Two fingers parting your lips through the thin panties, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

"S..Simon.."

The more this went on, the harder he found himself in control. The way you moaned his name made it hard to not shove his cock inside you. He pulled the panties to the side, now fingers against you bare folds as he coated them with your juices just to resume his torturous slow pace on your little bud.

His cock felt trapped in his damn jeans. Twitch at every whine and moan, the sight of your cunt clenching around nothing almost pornographic. A finger at your entrance, pushed past slowly, making you buck your hips up. The slow pump made you needy. Feeling you clench around them. He added another finger, stretching you for him, the sensation building your first orgasm. His own patience was wearing thin. He wasn't going to let you cum so soon. No.

"Please…" you urged.

"What is it, little one?" He teased.

"I.. want more.." you whined.

"What do you want? Say it." He cleared.

"You.. I want you…" you whimpered, in a whisper.

Fuck.

He didn't waste any time, removing his fingers from your wet hole, greedily sucking and licking his fingers with a groan. The taste made his eyes roll back, he'd make sure to eat you up next time- … no. No next time.

Anger rushed again through him. Why was it so annoying to him ? That this was a one time thing.

He reached for his belt, the sound of it unbuckling made you shiver. You liked it. He removed pants and boxers, finally freeing his cock, tip swollen and leaking precum. He pumped himself, watching your pussy, panties set aside. His eyes traveled up the curve of your back, falling into your soft glossy eyes. A slight hint of fear in them.

"Hey, hey. Look up. Words." He ordered, as soon as he noticed your discomfort. You blushed, turning your head back to the counter you were bent over. Simon growled, pulling up his boxers again, as your eyes widened. He hovered forwards bracing himself over you.

"Hey. Look at me." He ordered gently. You obeyed again. "Tell me. Do you want me to stop?-"

"No!" You hurriedly answered.

It sent another shock to his painfully hard cock.

"Tell me. I'm not touching you until you tell me what's wrong." He stated, looking at you, pitifully looking up at him, begging.

"It's…" his hand softly pulled your hair to the side, brushing and caressing them. "You're big… I've never.. had someone… like that" you blushed again.

He smiled. Oh. That was it. He felt somehow proud but determined to show you how well you could take all of him.

"Pretty princess. I'll be gentle… at first." He said, kissing your shoulders.

His lips made you relax, his hand back in between your legs to roll soft circles, alternating between plunging his fingers inside you.

He pulled his boxers back down, straightening up as he kept fingering you softly, his other hand back to pumping him.

"Relax love. You can take it. We'll work together. I'll make you feel good baby." He praised.

"Please Simon…" you moaned, hips grinding and moans escaping you. "Please.. take me."

He felt something like a cold shower that left a burning mess behind it. His hands reached for the panties, pulling harshly and ripping them apart, watching them fall to your ankles. You had yelped, a little giggle mixed with it. It made him smile. He positioned himself at your entrance. Tip brushing up hand down to coat it with your sticky slick. His fingers gathered more to coat his entire length.

"You alright baby? You tell me when you're ready." He warned, fingers still teasing your clit.

"I'm ready… I want you…" you whispered, looking back at him.

"Ok. Eyes on me. I want to see your face." He ordered.

His thrust was slow, tiny back and forths where he deepened his cock further into you, making sure your wall would slowly stretch open for him. His muscles were tense, grip firm on your hips, promising little bruises the next day. Maybe he'd stay long enough to see them by morning. When he bottomed out, his mind went blank, only the sweet feeling of his cock buried inside you clouding his mind.

He could feel you pulsating around him from the intrusion. He gave you a good minute to adapt before starting slow thrusts. God… you were such a sensitive little bunny. Every thrust made you whine or moan. He could get addicted to this. He shouldn't. Couldn't. It'd be the death of him. The death of you. Strings desperately trying to tie each other when he knew. You knew. You should cut them.

He increased pace when he felt the way your plush walls invited him in. His grip on your hips pulling you on his cock in motion with his thrusts. He saw you. Trying to muffle your moans with your hands.

He immediately reached for your wrists, stopping his thrust as he pulled them behind your back.

"I said. I want to hear all of you."

"My… neighb-" you tried, the rest getting lost in a loud moan as he resumed his deep thrusts.

"I hope they fucking do. Hear how good you're getting fucked. Want you to remember that I'm the one who made you feel like this." He groaned, getting blessed by the way you released your voice for him. It was good. God so fucking good. Too good for the broken murderer he was. He indulged himself in you. In the way you felt. The whine and whimpers of his name. He felt something wanting to claw out. More than possessiveness. Weird. This should be sex. That's all.

He pulled out, earning a pitiful 'no please' from you. He let go of your wrists, softly pulling you up, turning you around. You looked up at him confused.

"Bedroom?" He growled.

"U.. upstairs.. first door on the righ-"

He picked you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he headed for the stairs, forehead on forehead. You barely registered how quick he had climbed the stairs, too lost in his eyes. He put you down on the bed carefully, as if too scared to break you. He remained in between your legs. Pumping himself at the new divine sight of you, legs wide open for him, a look of worship on your face.

Unworthy of it. Fucking bastard.

He leaned down, kissing you, trying to erase that look from your face, only to be left with it burnt behind his eyelids, in the back of his mind. Cursed to see it for the rest of his days. He felt your legs around his waist, your hips rising to feel his tip at your entrance again. He obeyed. Of course he did. If he couldn't allow you to worship him, he'd worship you. If merely for a few hours.

You looked up at him. Fingers intertwining in the chain of his dog tags. You brought it to your lips, dropping a little kiss.

He pushed his cock back inside, the feeling almost comforting. This time it felt worse. Because it felt, oh! so much better. The way you wrapped your arms around his torso as you let go of the dog tags, nails scratching, sure to mark him. Body pressed against each other. He shifted, pulling your legs on his shoulders putting you in a mating press, your wrists above your head, secured in his calloused hand. He could pound you deep. Hard. Hitting that little spot that made you squeeze him.

"Good girl. Fuck… such a good girl. Doing so good for me." He praised, feeling the way you grinded against him, close to your high. "See? I told you… you're taking me so well. So good."

"Simon~"

Fuck.

"That's it baby. Keep moaning my name." He growled.

You chanted his name, again and again. One would say it like a prayer. But it felt like a spell, ensnaring him.

"Gonn-" you tried in between the moaning and his name.

"I know baby, cum for me. Cum all over this fat cock" he smirked.

Your moans only grew higher. His own release was so close. And then you trembled. His name almost screamed through the blinding pleasure. He praised you, softly against your ear, as he pounded you with everything he had through your orgasm.

"Oh fuck.. Fuck.. baby…I'm so fucking close…" he moaned against your ear, your moans still clouding his mind as tears had swelled up in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, from the oversensitivity. His hips faltered. He had meant to pull out. Finish on your stomach. He lowered your legs to get ready for it, only to have you wrap them around his waist tightly.

"Baby.." he warned in a choked moan.

You pulled him closer.

"Princess.." he warned again, voice more threatening.

Empty threats of course. Because he had meant to pull out. But fuck did he wanted to fill you up. He chuckled darkly, feeling the way you clenched around him again.

"Gimme another one. Come baby… I'll fill you up. You're going to take… oh fuck… take all of my cum." He groaned, hips still thrusting.

He was glad for the stamina he had built over time in the military. He would have hated himself to not enjoy this to the fullest. His dirty talk brought you to the edge. Cumming all over his cock a second time, hiccups and tears. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"Take it all baby… don't waste a drop.." he growled, thrusting deep inside you, balls tightening and cock twitching.

He came deep. Way too deep for the safety of this encounter. He filled you up with guttural moans and groans, slamming his hips into your a few times.

He remained like this. Panting, wiping the tears off of your cheeks softly.

"Shh…good girl… you did such a good job.." he praised.

Fuck. Yes you did. He didn't want to pull out. Didn't want to put his clothes back on and ride away. He'd probably crash his bike at the thought of what just happened. He reluctantly pulled out, watching his cum slowly drip out of your pussy. He'd think about the reality of that another time as he pushed it back inside with his fingers. He watched you, panting, eyes closed with your wet cheeks. He closed your legs softly to stand up.

Your eyes snapped open as you immediately reached for his wrist. He looked at you intensely. You didn't want him to leave yet. Poor thing.

"It's ok baby. Just gonna grab something to clean you up." He assured you.

You nodded, relaxing as you laid back down. He walked to your bathroom, a glimpse of him in the mirror, he winced. Bloody hell. He pulled his mask back down, grabbing a small towel. He walked back to the bedroom, looking at you. God. Fuck. He just wanted to curse again and again, as his mind felt completely overpowered by the sight of you. Strangers, yet…

He stepped closer to you. He knelt down on the bed as you opened your eyes, looking up at him. He grabbed your thigh, softly opening them to clean you up. You blushed and looked away.

"Eyes on me."

What was that?! Fuck's sake Riley, let it GO she's not-.

You looked back at him. Breath quickening. He finished cleaning you up, throwing the towel somewhere before simply remaining there. Waiting. Not truly understanding what he was waiting for.

"Will…" he stared at you as you spoke. "Will you stay with me…?" You asked.

Yes. That's what he was waiting for.

"I'm a stranger…" he repeated.

"I.." you sounded sad.

Strangers who fucked. Maybe more.

"You're Simon…"

He felt his heart jump. Not entirely strangers. Not anymore.

"I'll stay…" he grumbled.

You smiled a bit as he laid down next to you, harshly pulling on the covers to make sure you were both covered. You cuddled up next to him, his arms snaking around your waist. He closed his eyes. This was ok. Just for the night. Just for the night…

In the early morning. As he stood next to his bike on the driveway. The sun was barely shining on the horizon. You were still sleeping soundly in bed. He grabbed his helmet, ready to put it on when a small piece of paper fell from it. He frowned, bending down to grab it. A phone number. How did you?... Didn't matter. He smirked, putting it in his pocket before putting the helmet on and riding back home. The numbers felt they were burning in the pocket. Perhaps. Just a text.

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Heyooo it’s Random Question Time! 😜

This one might be tough, since all these guys aren’t exactly expressive with their feelings, but…

Who says “I love you” the most: Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), or Russell Shaw? 💜

This was a welcome surprise, Alex! (I may or may not have spent my lunch break and most of the day thinking through this question 😂) This was a bit tricky but I think I got some good answers 😉

In order of who I think verbally says "I love you" from least to most is below!

Who says "I Love You" The most:

Soldier Boy (Ben):

You'd be able to count on one hand and have fingers to spare the times you'd heard Soldier Boy say I love you out loud. He's not one for expressing his feelings, especially an admission of love. Ben says I love you in other ways though. It's in how he lets you hold him on the couch without a snide remark about how he doesn't cuddle. It's in how doesn't hide away anymore when you catch a tear fall down his cheek after a nightmare. It's in how he gives up the drugs and drinks less without a word. No, he doesn't say I love you out loud but you feel it every day with the oh so slow softening of his sharp edges.

Dean Winchester:

Dean doesn't say I love you unless someone is dying. It feels like something's wrong with him that he can't let the words out that others say so easily. God knows he loves the people in his life to a soul crushing degree. The words have always held a weight to them, words that had to be earned by the gravity of the moment. Dean said the words often to Sam when he was young, trying to make up for John's lack of them. Somewhere along the way, he lost that. And those three little words couldn't be bore to you until the wrong time, until you were slipping away. He'd never forget the way your eyes shifted behind closed lids when he whispered them, the way you found a thread of life to grasp to. You never even remembered his proclamation once you'd recovered. You didn't know and that really pissed him off. So he stormed into the kitchen, uttered those three words and slammed his lips to yours. He still struggled to say the words with any regularity but he damn made sure you knew all the same.

Russell Shaw:

Russell is a flirt and at the same time, oh so scared of letting anyone into his heart. Passive flings, hookups on the road, it's all good and well for scratching an itch. But underneath the dangerous parts of him, there's a softness that makes him yearn for love and when he finds it, he's not willingly letting go. Russell had an untraditional childhood but through it all, he saw his parents love for each other. Every night before bed he murmurs the words against your lips, a gentle reminder turned happy ritual that makes a very unordinary man feel like for the briefest of moments, he never lost out on anything at all.

Beau Arlen:

Beau wears his heart on his sleeve more than the others. He doesn't hide his fear, his anger, his joy, as well as you'd think he would being a cop. But that's what makes him so wonderful when he falls in love again. Because it took a lot of self-reflection to get there and once he's made up his mind, he's not hiding it. I love you when you wake. I love you notes in your lunch for work. I love you when you hang up the phone. I love you when you brush past each other in the kitchen. I love you when you fall into bed together. Beau knows he screwed up in the past by not saying how he felt and he's determined to never make that mistake again.

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A/N: Let me know if you guys agree with my ranking or have other ideas!

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006 | Richmond Inc.

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⇚ 005

♠ summary: Thrust into leadership, Lorence battles pressure, secrecy, and an enigmatic boss—until his unexpected attentiveness causes things to heat up more than expected ☕.

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ word-count: ~2.6K

⌖ - Richmond Inc. HQ

The new demands of my position are both a gift and a curse as I’m required to expand my knowledge base and think as a leader. There’s an element of freedom that I've been robbed of in this new position. There’s no time for fresh ideas and innovation in the same way there's no freedom to make mistakes. There’s no one to ask to review the work I have - I'm the final step in the pecking order before the other’s at my level look and ultimately Richmond’s eyes scan over it. I’d be lying if I said the thought doesn’t unnerve me. Dissatisfaction on his face and the scolding that will undoubtedly follow is a nagging inevitability. I’ve sat through so many briefings that I miss doing the work. This week has been an overwhelming barrage of discourse, planning and preparation. We’ve gone over logistics and transportation which is my specialty. Monaco is a logistical and transportation nightmare but I’ve taken all the necessary notes to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. Which includes sending one of my best agents there in person to scope out the scene and get the necessary measurements and blueprints. It’s my first major assignment and with my budget sky’s the limit. Consulting for the organization responsible for the formula one race's security is not something I ever considered in the realm of possibility; so I make the most of it. I add to my list of tasks and lock the documents before going over my new operating budgets. I still have money to spend but until my best guy is back I can’t be sure where the resources will be best allocated. I’m researching local charities in the area when Richmond appears in the doorway. It’s his first time stopping by all week and I can’t say I’ve missed the light eyed giant. 

“Sir” I stand.

“Cole, I’ve received preliminary drafts from all the other teams. Is there something you require assistance with?” He asks, leaning in the doorway. He’s in a white knitted sweater today looking too casual for a man like him. 

“I thought we had another week” I respond, disregarding how his arms fill out the otherwise cuddly, cozy ensemble, transforming it into something different altogether.

“I like to look over things by the project’s midpoint,” he explains, folding his arms.

“Well, I’m new and I didn’t know that” I swallow daring to meet his eyes.

“We can go over what you have for now,” Richmond says entering my office. I straighten, hating his presence and proximity. With Richmond it isn't walking on eggshells, it's like walking on glass barefoot. I stand walking over to the table and pressing the projector button. I unencrypted my files and show him what I’ve been working on. He watches attentively, his eyes scanning through the details projected in front of him.

“They’re color coded by threat level” he says perceptively interpreting the markings I have on the 3D map model of the area the races will take place in. 

“Yeah, it determines what will work in terms of an emergency exits.” I state, explaining my process.

“So you don’t only look at routes?” He asks.

“No, when I develop my plans I consider routes, danger, closures, alternate routes and transportation that is as discreet as possible while being resilient and agile” I explain and he nods zooming in on my tablet.

“You’re looking for places to land helicopters? Possible counter sniper positions.” He says interpreting my work in seconds. Impressive isn’t the word. Nothing is explicitly stated there’s just circles, dots, x’s and stars in a variety of colours.

“Yeah” I nod and he looks from the tablet back to me, with a ghost of a smirk on his lips, only for it to be gone as soon as it appears.

“You’re doing Jameson work for him.” He comments.

“I understand why our teams are separate but I think all aspects should inform each other” I swallow and his expression hardens.

“That’s not your job. It’s to take direction. No one should be fully informed of the other's actions in case of leaks. Your team needs to be agile. Keep your work to yourself” he orders going back to his military facade.

“With all the testing you still don’t trust us?” I ask and he scowls. His jaw sets before clicking as he clenches  it. 

“It’s not about trust. It’s about what a person gives away during torture. How can I protect my team from that? The rules are in place for a reason. Adhere to them” he orders again but his eyes are more sensitive. If I were a psychiatrist I could diagnose his paranoia and mood swings but as a civilian I table my judgement.

“The non patronizing way to say that is;  follow protocol Cole” I quip before he gets carried away and it ends poorly.

“I don’t care if you don’t like my delivery. At least you’ll be alive not to like it” he comments standing. I can't help the sharp look I send his way. If he were anyone else I wouldn’t put up with it. “Good work” he says finally but somehow the praise falls flat.

“Have you lost a lot of people?” I ask and the tension in his shoulders answers the question in an instant. His expression sobers. 

“I’ve seen a lot of death,” he nods. I look him over before nodding. It at least explains his incessant over preparation and commitment to structure, secrecy and preventative measures.

“I’m sorry,” seems the only appropriate response.

“You won’t have to be if you follow protocol. Your safety equipment needs to be fitted before we go wheels up, go see Cassandra. I’m scheduling you for some extra hand to hand” he says adding more to my plate.

“I don’t have time for extra hand to hand, I’m behind” I tell him pointing to the projections.

“No you’re not” he swallows. “You’ll fry your brain if you continue staring at blueprints. Movement will serve you more than sitting at your desk” he says parroting what I’ve heard from Jameson. I wonder if it's advice Jameson has commandeered from the Boss.

“Okay” I concede. RIchmond seems surprised by my concession but he nods, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Cassandra appears in the doorway and I let out a relieved breath.

“I hope you’re being nice.” she says, looking him over. Richmond doesn’t dignify her with a response. “Are you finished or can I steal Cole - her safety second skins are in” Cassandra says.

“We’re done and I have ten minutes” he says looking at his watch. I go along with them walking to his office suite instead of asking questions. Two suits wait in a box in his conference room. One is my perfect nude shade, it nearly looks like mesh but it's made of something stronger. It’s fully opaque and when I hold it up I frown wondering what in the T’Challa Black Panther, Richmond has paid for me to wear.

I raise a brow. “What’s this for?” 

“Protection, no burns, cuts or bullets can pierce it. A safety precaution” Cassandra responds.

“Try it on,” Richmond says, stepping out of the room.

“Please!” Cassandra scowls at him as she closes the door. I hold it up again and wonder what else money can buy. I head into the ensuite and I undress quickly. I step into the unitard that fits almost like a second skin. I manage the nearly invisible zipper at my side and look in the mirror. I look remarkably naked and tense up when I see shaded contouring that could pass for real hips and ass.

“Need help?” I hear Cassandra ask from outside.

“Uhh?” I respond and she giggles.

“That’s exactly how I felt - can we come in?” she asks.

“I guess” I responded, not quite sure. I remind myself I’m not naked as I leave the bathroom and re-enter the conference room as they come in. Cassandra’s eyes scan me.

“Toes are wonky” she says to Richmond whose eyes are glued to my body. 

“The suit is wonky” he comments with eyes on my breasts. “May I touch you?” he asks without making eye contact.

“Ok” I respond unsure if no is even an option and he stands behind me pulling the material taut until I can feel it on my chest and stomach like a corset. When I look behind he hes standing with a handful of the suit.

“That’s how it should fit” he tells Cassandra, sparing a look her way. The suit feels completely different with this kind of tension. He grapes lower, gathering the same amount of fabric in the small of my back. I feel like a doll in his care as he manhandles the suit. It’s oddly erotic, or maybe it’s been too long since a man has had his hands on me. He goes to do the same around my hips but there’s no stretch left. 

“Can you see if there’s any give?” he asks as if he hasn't already probably made at least five HR violations. I oblige finding some give.

“Hold it like that” Richmond demands and I wonder if he’s this bossy in bed. Girl, get your head out of the gutter!

“Cassandra test its resistance” he says and Cassandra comes over with some sort of scanner gun reading all over my body noting weak points with a red marker as well as what needs to be removed. 

“The suit has to fit like a glove, it’s most effective when the fibres are extended to their limit they interlock creating … well armour.” she explains.

“What if I have to pee?” I ask being practical.

“You’ll get a zipper once everything else fits seamlessly” Cassandra explains. It’s another level of overkill.

“Does everyone wear these?” I ask.

“They aren't required for smaller scale events, I always wear mine for the big ones” she explains. Richmond is still staring at me and it makes me feel naked, the proximity, the physical toughness, the attention. My body hums like a starving stomach craving sustenance. I’m gonna need to see a therapist for sure, I think looking away from him and back to Cassandra who clears her throat.

“Mr. Richmond, you have a call in two” she says to him and he nods, peeling his eyes from my ass. 

“Ensure it fits perfectly...Please” He says, taking one last look at me. He looks at Cassandra who nods with a smirk on her lips before leaving.

“I’m gonna go change” I announce heading into the restroom. When I get out I hand her the suit.

“Is he always so hands on?” I ask, a little unnerved.

“Hands on… he was with me but he was a lot less attentive and there was a lot more back and forth bickering until he pulled it so tight I couldn't breathe comfortably.” she discloses amused.

“I’m pretty sure that’s wrong of him” I remark.

“Terry’s like family - he’d never actually hurt me and lord knows he could” she huffs sitting on the conference table. Her disposition makes me think of them like siblings opposed to coworkers. The most toxic workplaces have the ‘family titles’ it's definitely a red flag.

“So how was your first week?’ she beams crossing her legs but my mind is on how it felt to be constricted in his hold and hugged by the suit.

“I’ve only considered quitting right now” I smile and she laughs.

“I came to your office because I was sure there was going to be fireworks. Terry was too but with how at ease he was I'd say you’re doing amazing on your first assignment. What was his feedback? I can help you decode its meaning to stay on his good side.” she smiles and I’m excited until I realize there was none.

“He just told me to stick to the protocol and that I did a good job. Oh and he prescribed extra hand to hand” I explain and her eyes light. Her smile widens like a Cheshire cat and she shakes her head.

“He’s setting me up to fail isn't he?” I ask, afraid of some humiliation ritual test.

Cassandra shakes her head. “No Lorence, it means you're keeping him up at night. He must think you're one of the best”

“I don’t copy.” I confess.

“The best agents are all the same Lorence and they never leave their people behind when shit hits the fan. He doesn't think you’ll be tripped up by the plans so he’s preparing you for the people.” she explains.

“Do I have anyone but him to fear?” I ask.

“No, that’s how I know you’re keeping him up. The guys that we’d need to fear see us as menu options - they don't know we’re trained to kick their ass and so they never have security with them. They’re easy to outsmart before things get ‘hand to hand’” Cassandra explains and it’s consistent with training. I get a reverie of the intensity in Richmonds eyes as he held the extra fabric of my suit taut, again. I never put much stock in her words before.

“I think you're wrong. Richmond doesnt look like he needs help attracting women. I’m sure you’ve had to shoo away your fare share.” I respond.

“Are you kidding?! He’s a work-a-holic. I've only seen him flirt for better access. His indiscretions are kept from me if they exist” she comments. “Come on, let's go shopping for after hours  in Monaco - I have a few party invites with an open plus one slot.” she winks and it sounds like a good way to relax and enjoy the rest of the day. Retail therapy is still therapy after all.

Cassandra and I end up in the heart of the city in stores with names that English speakers need tutorials to pronounce. Cassandra can sell salt to a snail because she convinces me to indulge in whims that are unfamiliar and then she swipes the company card stating outfits while on vacation are somehow a business expense. Paranoia makes me set aside the amounts in case it’s some test or something the Boss intends to scream at me for later. But for the rest of the night from shopping all the way to my night routine I’m a little uneasy. Terry Richmond’s ability to rattle me is unmatched. Whether in anger or cloaked kindness. The intensity of his expression is imprinted in my mind. 

I lay awake in bed slightly amused by the irony of Cassandra’s words. At least if they’re true I’m keeping him from sleeping too. It feels like some consolation for all he’s put me through. Maybe my haywire feelings are the result of something akin to Stockholm syndrome. The result of that stupid test. His gaze comes back to me again and the attention held within them. My body heats as recognition clicks into place, its reaction starts to make sense. After years of feeling unnerved and unsure I’ve read the first real emotions from him. There was real sincerity in his eyes. No resentment or animosity. Maybe hints of more complicated emotions but at its core it seemed to be pure preoccupation with my safety.

My body seems to settle at my brain's recognition of the day's events. The anxious energy leaves my body and I settle when it becomes clear to me that before all else my boss wants me to be okay. Before I take my last conscious thought, I promise to move forward with Richmond with that at the forefront of my brain.

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The Thousand Yard Stare FINAL Chapter 7

Summary: Bucky Barnes has served his country well, and at a great personal cost.  After being rescued as a prisoner of war, he is struggling as he gets back into civilian life.  His newfound PTSD is severe.  His friends and family try to help, but he needs a lot more than they can give.  His mother signs him up for a Veteran recovery home, where he meets people struggling just like him, and the home director who has her own dark past to deal with.  He might just find love along the way as he searches for peace.

Warnings: mentions of physical assault, violence, being taken prisoner; sexual assault/r@pe; PTSD/anxiety/depression/panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares; suicide/minor character death; eventual smut

Previous chapter

Bucky’s mother wasn't as supportive about him leaving as he’d hoped.  Winnie had concerns about what had happened between him and Y/N while he was in her care, while George listened with a furrowed brow.  Steve and Sam were fighting smiles the entire time, giving him knowing looks while he spoke to all of them and Y/N waited in the other room.

“I just don’t see how moving up there, away from your support center, is going to be helpful,” Winnie grumbled.

“Mama’s House is literally a support center,” George countered.

“What kind of help did you get while you were there?” Winnie ignored him, glancing toward the other room where Y/N was sitting.  “I thought we were paying for rehabilitation and recovery, not a dating service,” she accused.

Steve and Sam both groaned at that, Bucky glaring at his mother while George looked at her incredulously.  “Watch it, Ma,” Bucky warned.  “I appreciate your concern–”

“Well can you blame me for being concerned?” Winnie glared back at him.  “Have you even thought about if she’s done this before?”

“Winnie–” George warned.

“What if he’s not the first?” Winnie asked.  “How many other veterans has she taken advantage of?  What kind of ‘cuddling’ sessions are they?”

“Enough!” Bucky yelled, standing up.  Winnie recoiled.  “You will not speak about her that way,” he snarled.  “I’m leaving.  This is not up for discussion, I’m literally just letting you know what’s happening.  Now you can either be supportive and kind and accepting, or you can butt out of my life.  Choice is yours.”  He looked at George.  “I love her, and she loves me.”

George stood and walked up to Bucky, reaching out and holding his face.  “I can see that,” George smiled.  “I’m happy for you.  Your mother and I will be having a long discussion about this,” he glared at Winnie who withered under his gaze, “but just know that I’m supportive.  I love you and want what’s best for you, and if what’s best for you is to move up there and be with her, then I want that, too.  As much as I’ll miss you, my boy,” he sniffed as the emotion overcame him.  “Y/N is wonderful.  And I think you two will be great.”

Bucky smiled.  “Thank you.”

Steve and Sam stood.  “We’ll help you pack,” Steve said, Sam nodding, and they walked out back to the guest house.

Bucky went into the other room and smiled at Y/N.  “Let’s go.”

She looked at him sadly as she stood.  “I haven’t done this before, you know,” she said quietly.  Bucky frowned.  “I’ve never…been with someone I’ve helped before,” she clarified.

Bucky sighed heavily.  She’d heard his mother talking about her.  He hugged Y/N.  “I know.  And even if you had, that wouldn’t be my business,” he kissed her hair.  “You haven’t done anything wrong, you hear me?” he said, making her look at him. Y/N nodded.  “Okay, let’s get going.”

Steve and Sam helped Bucky pack, bringing a couple of bags out to Y/N’s truck.  As she waited by the truck Sam hugged Bucky.  “I’m happy for you, man,” he said.  “We’re gonna have to figure out some kind of visiting schedule.”

“Or you guys could come with us?” Bucky said suggestively.

Steve smiled as he took his turn hugging Bucky.  “I don’t know about Sam, but I just might,” he said.  “I can transfer.  Peggy works remotely.  You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Never,” Bucky laughed.

“Dude, I’ll transfer!” Sam said indignantly.  

Bucky laughed as he walked up to the truck just as George finished talking to Y/N.  She hugged George and then got in the driver's seat.  George turned to Bucky and hugged him.  “I’m sorry about your mom,” he said.

“It’s okay,” Bucky sighed.  

“It’s not,” George huffed.  “But don’t be a stranger, my boy.”  He stared at Bucky, smiling knowingly at him.  “Take care of yourself.”

“Love you, Dad,” Bucky squeezed him one more time.  When he pulled away he looked toward his family home and saw his mother looking out the window.  He waved before getting in the truck.  He looked at Y/N.  “You ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” she said, quoting him from months before.

Bucky laughed.  “Let’s go home.”

***

Bucky moved in with Y/N.  The veterans he’d known that were still at Mama’s House weren’t too surprised by his relationship with her.  “We all could tell,” Wanda had stated, rolling her eyes when Y/N announced his moving back.  Clint, Scott and Bruce had all moved out since he’d left, all being discharged from her care by their therapists, and were replaced with new veterans needing help.  Bucky was hired as a groundskeeper for the home, to make it so he could stay through proper channels as well as for personal reasons.  He loved every second of it.  Getting to stay with Y/N, taking care of Teddy and the house and being a part of the second family she created with the people there.

After their most recent family karaoke night, where Y/N brought the house down with a rendition of “Look Who’s Laughing Now,” Bucky helped get an overly drunk Pietro in bed again then headed to his now shared room with Y/N.  Ever since he’d officially moved in they had shared the room, slept in the same bed, but still hadn’t had sex.  It had just never been the right time, their schedules full as they transitioned into this new dynamic together.  He walked in and shut the door quietly so as not to disturb the others in the house, before turning to see Y/N in her robe.

“I was going to shower real quick,” Y/N said, glancing at him.  “Pietro’s last drink mostly ended up on my dress rather than in his mouth.”

Bucky chuckled and walked up behind and looped his arms around her.  “Can I join you?” he asked, kissing her ear.

Y/N looked back at him and smiled.  “Sure,” she said.

“Go ahead, I’ll be right there,” Bucky smirked at her.  Y/N giddily walked into the bathroom, shutting the door before he heard the water turn on.  He took a deep breath.  This was a big moment for him.  He stripped out of his clothes and set out some pajamas and underwear for later then turned to the bathroom.  He opened the door, the hot mist enveloping him as he saw Y/N’s outline through the fogged glass doors.  

Bucky opened the shower door and stepped in.  Y/N turned to him, looking only at his face.  “You okay, Buck?” she asked, washing her hair.  

“Yeah,” he breathed.  “Just feeling a little...”

Y/N hummed.  “What would you like me to do to help you feel better?”  Bucky shook his head, glancing down her naked, wet body.  “The first time after being hurt is hard,” she said quietly, taking a step toward him.  She reached up and traced her fingers over his cheek to his jaw.  “We don’t have to do anything,” she said reassuringly.  “It’s just a shower.”  

“I know,” Bucky said, grabbing her hand and holding it.  “Can I…can I just hold you for a minute?”

Y/N nodded and pulled him forward, switching him places so he was under the hot stream.  She reached up and helped get his hair wet, her fingers scratching down his scalp then slipping down over his neck, shoulders, chest and then looping around him, softly rubbing his upper back.  Bucky held her to his chest, loving the way she was so soft with him, her fingers leaving a pleasant tickling sensation in their wake.  He massaged her shoulders, then felt the top of her scars with his fingertips.  It was a stark reminder of just how much she and him had both endured, and he held her tighter as his fingers slowly moved down her back, feeling the scars.  They reached all the way down to her hips, one of them lower onto her left butt cheek.  He traced the one down, his hands gripping her hips.  She shivered against him when he was done touching her scars, her hold tightening around him.  He kissed from the top of her head down to her shoulder where the top scar started.  “Pretty girl…” he mumbled against her skin.

Y/N hummed into his chest.  “Says the handsome man,” she giggled.

Bucky smiled.  He pulled back, making her look up at him questioningly.  “I want this,” he started hesitantly, “but I need you to help me.”  Y/N nodded again.  “I need you to do something kinda weird for me,” he whispered, looking away from her.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, her fingers never stopping in rubbing and tickling his back.  

Bucky shut his eyes and breathed deeply.  “I need you to…get behind me and…” he couldn’t finish.  

Y/N reached one of her hands around and touched his face, scratching his beard gently.  “You need me to pull you back by the hips, and touch you around your groin, and let you know that it’s gonna be okay?” she guessed, giving him a knowing look.  Bucky’s eyes flew open.  She had no reservations or judgment in her eyes.  She knew him so well that it was almost disconcerting, and yet he never felt safer.  He nodded, biting his lower lip.  “I’ve got you,” she said quietly.  

She turned him around to face the water.  Her hands ran slowly down from his shoulders to his hips, where she gently gripped him.  She kissed the spot in between his shoulder blades, making him shiver.  “If you need to stop, just tell me,” she whispered.  Bucky nodded, letting the water run over the top of his head and down his face.  Y/N’s hands tightened on his hips and he tensed.  She waited for a moment then pulled his hips back roughly.  Bucky gasped, his hands reaching out and plastering against the walls of the shower.  “It’s just me,” Y/N said quietly but firmly.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  I’ve got you.”  Bucky breathed through his panic, his hands dropping slowly from the walls as he tried to relax his tense muscles.  Y/N pulled his hips back again, less harshly this time, and he was able to let her without reacting.  “Good, Bucky,” she praised him.  “I’m going to touch you now, okay?”

Bucky sighed.  “Okay,” he agreed.  Her fingers loosened around his hips and dipped down to his butt.  She slowly touched around it, letting him get used to someone touching him there.  He was still tense, and she kissed his back again.  She reached her hands around and brushed her fingers down the V at his hips, massaging the skin around his groin before stopping near his cock.  

She didn’t move, waiting for him to give her confirmation that this was what he wanted.  Bucky took her right hand and moved it up to the back of his head, then took her left hand and moved it to touch his cock.  Y/N’s right fingers scratched his scalp as her left fingers gripped his cock that was starting to harden at her touch.  She started to tug at his hair at the back of his head like she had that first cuddle session together and gripping his cock just a little harder at the same time.  He couldn’t explain why it was so healing, why her doing the same thing his attacker had done was helping him, but her gentleness and his trust in her made that little part of him that was still working through it feel like it was stitching itself back together in his heart and his mind.  He felt tears build up, his breath hitching as she didn’t move, just holding him in that position for a moment.  She kissed his back again.  “I’ve got you, love,” she whispered against his skin.  

Bucky took her hand away from his cock and she let go of his hair as he whirled around to face her.  He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, backing her up into the shower wall.  Y/N groaned as he kissed her, her hands moving to his sides.  He opened his mouth and licked at her bottom lip until she opened up to taste him back, then moved his face to kiss her cheek and down her neck.  “Thank you,” he whispered against her throat.  “I need…”

“What do you need, lover boy?” Y/N asked.

Bucky moaned at the pet name that he came to love.  “Make me feel good…please…”

Y/N started to kiss along his cheek and worked her way to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and making him shiver against her.  “Do you need to take charge, or do you want me to?”

“You,” Bucky sighed.  “Mommy…please…”

Y/N pulled his face away from her and made him look at her.  “Okay lover boy.  Go dry off and lay down on the bed.”

Bucky nodded and quickly walked out of the shower.  He dried himself off as she shut off the water.  He hung up his towel and stepped out as she got out of the shower and went to lay down on the bed.  He made sure the door was locked before getting comfortable.  Y/N shuffled around the bathroom for a few minutes before coming out and looking at him splayed out naked on the bed.  She smirked at him as she walked up to him and sat on the edge of the bed next to his legs.  “How do you want this, Buck?”  She reached her hand out and ran her fingers softly from his ankle closest to her to his knee.  “Slow?  Fast?  Gentle?  Rough?”

Bucky shook his head.  “I…I don’t know.”

Y/N nodded and her fingers moved higher, tickling along his thigh and towards his hip.  “Then I’ll just take my time, and if there’s something you like or don’t like, you let me know, okay?”  Bucky nodded.  “Words, lover boy,” Y/N’s eyes flashed as she looked at him.

“Yes, okay,” Bucky quickly answered.  

Y/N proceeded to slowly kiss from his shin up to his hips, peppering featherlight kisses and licks along his skin inch by inch.  Bucky’s cock was rock hard as he watched her enjoy him, her hands massaging the areas her lips traversed.  Her gentleness was making him emotional.  She climbed over him the higher she went, and as she kissed up his pecs, licking over his nipples lightly before kissing and sucking at his collarbone, she straddled his hips, her pussy already feeling slick as her core rubbed over his cock.  She pulled his hands up to grip her hips, encouraging him to explore as she pushed them down to her ass, then continued to kiss, lick and suck up to his mouth.  “You feel how wet I am for you, lover boy?” she asked quietly, humming as her hips ground down on him.  Bucky whimpered, nodding as his hands guided her ass to continue grinding, his cock slipping through her lower lips, the tip catching against her clit and her entrance repeatedly.  “You want me to ride you?” she whispered against his ear.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky groaned.

She kissed him deeply as she ground down on him a little harder, before pulling away and lifting herself on her knees, reaching down and angling his cock up to her opening.  Once he was in the right spot she sat down on him, her pussy slowly swallowing him little by little until he was fully inside, her hips flush to his.  Bucky didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he blew it out in a huff once she was fully seated on him.  Y/N’s head fell back and she whined low in her throat, her hands planting on his chest to keep herself up.

“Holy shit, Buck,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his chest.  “You feel so good.”

Bucky felt his heart leap with pride at making her feel good, his lips curving into a small smile.  “Yeah?  Could say the same about you,” he teased, then he rutted his hips up into her lightly.  Y/N shivered above him, her pussy fluttering around his cock in a way that had his eyes rolling.  “Jesus,” he groaned, his fingers gripping her thighs tight.  

Y/N chuckled, then experimentally swiveled her hips back and forth on him.  She didn’t keep a steady pace, taking her time with gyrating her hips on him then lifting her hips and bobbing herself up and down on his cock, sometimes going fast and other times going excruciatingly slow.  It was like she was trying to wind him up, edge him to the brink of his sanity as she teased his cock with the rolls of her hips.  She would lean down and kiss him passionately as her hips snapped on top of him, then suddenly sit still and only give him short, chaste pecks of kisses when she could feel his grip getting tighter on her or his breathing picking up too fast.  Bucky wasn’t a virgin, but nothing and no one he’d ever done before compared to the way she was playing his body like her own personal fuck toy.

“Oh my god!” Bucky whimpered after what felt like the tenth time edging him.  “Y/N, please, I can’t–”

She giggled at the desperate look on his face.  “I’m sorry, lover boy, you just feel so good, I don’t wanna let you give in just yet.”

Bucky gritted his teeth as she squeezed his cock purposefully.  “God, I’m gonna lose it.  Mommy, please let me cum,” he begged.  

Y/N smirked at him, continually rolling her hips.  “Well, my thighs are starting to burn,” she said contemplatively.  “Maybe you can take over and help us both finish?”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice.  He nodded then suddenly twisted them both so she was now laying on the bed with him hovering over her.  His arms caged her against the bed as his hips started to thrust into her at a rapid pace.  Y/N gasped at the quick change and the way he hit deeper as he sat up and lifted her thighs higher over his hips.  He started thumbing at her clit, rubbing and flicking it, making her shudder beneath him, her hands holding his biceps in an iron grip.  He would get her close, his cock driving hard and deep into her, then as she was about to cum he would remove his hand and slow the pace.  After the third time of edging her Y/N grunted in frustration.  “Serves you right for teasing me so bad, Mommy,” Bucky smirked at her.  “You wanna cum?”

“Yes,” Y/N huffed, her head thrashing as her hands gripped his wrist, trying to get him back to her clit.  “Please, lover boy.”

“What do you need?” Bucky asked quietly, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose along different spots across her face, his lips teasing over her lips.  

“Please, Buck, I need it,” Y/N whispered desperately.  “I need to cum.  I need you to fill me up.  I wanna feel you dripping from me tomorrow.  Fuck me, please!”

Bucky nearly melted at her words, his eyes rolling slightly as he kissed her hard before nipping at her lower lip.  “Can I, Mommy?  Can I cum inside you?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded frantically, her eyes widening with anticipation.  

He smiled.  “Whatever you want, Mommy,” he murmured.  He anchored his knees on the bed, sneaking his hand between them, then started snapping his hips hard while flicking at her clit.  Y/N gasped and he quickly covered her mouth in another deep kiss to muffle her moan.  The sounds of their heavy breaths, the wetness squelching where they were joined, and hard slaps of skin was making Bucky feel like the air was electric around them.  He continued kissing her, licking into her mouth.  She reciprocated his desperation, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts, one hand holding his wrist to keep his hand at her clit and her other hand reaching up into his hair and scratching his scalp.  “I’m gonna cum,” he huffed against her mouth.  

“Cum, lover boy,” she said, her words slurred and raspy against his lips.  “Fuck!”

With a few more precise flicks Y/N was cumming, her pussy spasming and clamping down around his cock impossibly tight.  Her mouth dropped open and Bucky covered their moans with another kiss.  She was shaking beneath him, her legs and hips trembling.  Her hand tugged at his hair and he came hard inside her, shuddering above her.  He tried to keep flicking her clit but had to pull away to catch himself before he fell on top of her, his orgasm making him feel weak.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbled into her mouth.  “Y/N…”

Y/N was trying to calm down, but her body still randomly twitched through the aftershocks.  “Buck…mmh,” she hummed, holding him close to her.  She was rubbing her face against his, like she was trying to kiss him but was too exhausted so she settled for nuzzling.  “I love you.  My sweet lover boy.”

Bucky smiled against her skin, nuzzling her back as he held her tight.  “I love you,” he replied, nestling into the crook of her neck and kissing along her throat.  “I’ve got you.”

She sighed.  “I’ve got you,” she whispered back.

Bucky got the strength to pull himself up and look down at her.  Y/N slowly opened her eyes and looked at him tiredly, but smiled.  He smiled back at her and gently kissed her lips.  “Thank you for helping me,” he said quietly.  “For making this so…perfect.”

Her smile widened.  “I’ve got you, Buck.  For anything.  Anytime.”

***

“Hey, you made it!” Bucky said excitedly, standing from the table and walking over to Steve, Sam and Peggy walking into the bar.

“Hey punk,” Steve smiled, hugging him quickly before letting him go to greet and hug Peggy and Sam.  “I like this place,” he said, looking around the bar.  “Very homey.”

“Small town feel,” Sam agreed.

“Well come on, sit down,” Bucky said, leading them all back over to the table where Y/N and the other veterans were all sitting.  They all moved around, bringing over more chairs and figuring out the best way to get settled before karaoke started.  

“Thanks for inviting us,” Peggy said, leaning toward Bucky and Y/N.

“Of course,” Y/N smiled.  “Any friends of Bucky’s are friends of ours.”

Steve and Peggy had moved out to the small town a couple of weeks before, with Sam following soon after.  They hadn’t had a chance to experience the family karaoke night until now, and Bucky was excited for them to be a part of something he loved, with the people he loved.  The other veterans all smiled and nodded before Happy walked up to the stage.  “Welcome everybody to our monthly karaoke night.  Looks like we’ve got some new faces,” he gestured to the newcomers.  “We hope you’ll grace us with your talent.  So, let’s get started!  First up on the list, we’ve got Pietro!”

Pietro stood from the table to a loud applause and cheers from the local girls in town, raising his hands and smiling widely before getting on stage and grabbing the microphone.  “Hello lovelies,” he said with a smirk and a wink.  “This one is for all the pretty ladies here tonight.”  Wanda hung her head in her hands in embarrassment as the locals all whistled and cheered.  

The night was a hit, with Steve and Sam each taking turns on stage.  Bucky held Y/N’s hand, laughing and enjoying himself.  He was extremely grateful for all he had now.  A loving girlfriend who helped save him, his best friends, his new friends, and the new home he had at Mama’s House.  As the night started to wrap up Happy came back on stage and looked at Y/N with a knowing smile.  “Come on you,” he said, waving her up.  Steve, Sam and Peggy all looked at her questioningly as she smiled and shook her head at Happy before getting up and walking up on stage.  The locals all cheered loudly as she hugged Happy.  “For those of you who are new with us, we always end our karaoke nights with our very own home-grown star, Y/N Y/L/N,” he explained, putting his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her.  “Take us out, sweetie!”

Y/N nodded and smiled as everyone cheered again.  She whispered to Happy what song she wanted then took the microphone from him and faced the audience.  “How does some 4 Non Blondes sound?” she asked, and the audience clapped again.  The music started to play and Y/N took a deep breath before singing.

“25 years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination,” she sang.

Steve, Sam and Peggy’s mouths all dropped open in shock, making Bucky and the rest of the veterans all laugh at their expressions.  Y/N sang the song and included the audience in the chorus.  By the time she sang the last line Steve was standing and clapping, Sam throwing his shoe at the stage and Peggy smiling widely.  Bucky couldn’t stop smiling, standing and applauding when she was done and taking a bow.  Y/N walked off the stage, hugging the others and high fiving some of the locals before she finally approached Bucky.

He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, leaning down and kissing her.  “You’re amazing,” he said to her quietly.  

Y/N hugged him.  “So are you,” she said sweetly.  “Let’s go home.”

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FRIENDS

Summary: “Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved,” After being in an abusive relationship Imani decided to close herself off until she gets drafted over to the Raw Brand bumping into her best friend Jimmy as she started to catch feelings for him, but will her heart let her fall for him?

Jimmy Uso x Imani Blackwood

word count: 5232

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

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FLASHBACK 2 Jordan repeatedly called Imani's phone, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration as he noticed that all her clothes and belongings had vanished from their bedroom. It was as if she had finally reached her breaking point with his behavior. In a fit of anger, he began to toss things around the house, shouting at the top of his lungs, until his eyes landed on a note resting on the kitchen table.

'I've made the choice to walk away. I can't handle this toxic situation any longer. I'm ready to pursue my dreams of becoming a wrestler, and I need to do that without you in my life. Please don't try to reach out; I'm truly finished with us. Jordan, your controlling nature and narcissism have taken a toll on me, and it's time for me to prioritize my own happiness.'

from Imani.

After he finished reading the note, he crumpled it into a tight ball and tossed it into the trash can, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

"She thinks she could just end us like this?" Jordan said.

"Well she got another thing coming, don't worry my love imma come find you,"

"And imma have my boys find out where you're staying at and no one will save you from me,"

Jordan made the choice to step out of the house and go to his friend's place. He wanted to discuss how to find Imani and share his strategy for bringing her back, especially since she seemed to think this situation was just a game.

He was indifferent to her desires and aspirations; if she didn't allow him to be part of her life, he threatened to turn her existence into a nightmare until she agreed to take him back.

He was on the verge of shattering her dreams, unaware of how his actions were perceived. He couldn't see himself as the controlling and narcissistic person she described; in his eyes, he loved her deeply and felt misunderstood.

He was determined to win her back, regardless of her feelings on the matter.

FLASHBACK OVER

OMNISCIENT Imani had just wrapped up her match against Raquel, emerging victorious. As she organized her belongings in the locker room, preparing to head over to Jey and Jimmy's parents' house, she noticed a familiar text from Jordan, playfully teasing her as always.

As she went through the message, it momentarily unsettled her, leaving her momentarily frozen in place, prompting her to read it once more.

J💔: I know where you staying at baby girl you cannot hide or run from me anymore, you forget that I have people that can track yo' ass in a heart beat since you wanna keep playing these cat & mouse games with me imma show you something, once I have you in my grasp again you'll never leave me again

Imani felt a deep sense of fear for her safety, realizing that Jordan was aware of her whereabouts and her home address. Overwhelmed and uncertain, she struggled to find a way to protect herself, feeling vulnerable even in the supposed safety of her own space.

She felt hesitant to share this with anyone, particularly Jey, as she knew he would likely gossip about it with his friends. Wanting to shield herself and keep the situation under control, she decided to keep it to herself for the time being.

After gathering her belongings, she sent a message to Jey, letting him know she would arrive in about an hour. As she made her way to her car in the garage, she couldn't shake the feeling of fear that gripped her. The thought of Jordan potentially appearing out of nowhere filled her with anxiety, making her acutely aware of her surroundings. She felt vulnerable, worried that he could disrupt everything she had worked so hard to achieve.

She climbed into her car, tossing her belongings into the backseat as she turned the key in the ignition, making her way to Jey and Jimmy's parents' house.

Upon reaching the house, Imani noticed a cluster of cars lined up outside, which sent a wave of anxiety through her. However, she took a deep breath and found a way to soothe herself as she switched off her car.

She picked up her purse and keys, making her way to the door. As she knocked, a wave of anxiety washed over her, her palms clammy and a lump forming in her throat. She felt uncertain about how they would respond to her after such a long time apart.

She suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind the door. As it swung open, she found herself face to face with a tall man holding a red cup. Their eyes met, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"Hey! Imani! Girl it's been so long c'mon in," Roman said as him and her hugged each other.

Imani stepped into the house, and as she did, she heard someone call out, "Hey everyone, Imani's here!" She looked around to see everyone waving at her, and she happily waved back.

Roman patted her on the back, "you can take your shoes off here don't be shy girl, you want something to drink?" He asked as Imani nodded her head.

Roman led her into the kitchen, where Mama Talisua and Zilla welcomed her with open arms. She embraced them both warmly, and Mama Talisua remarked on how beautiful she had become over the years.

"I heard you're wrestling now Miss Imani?" Mama Talisua said.

"Yes Ma'am all because of Zilla right here putting me on with Booker T," she said as she smiled at them.

As she glanced down the stairs, her gaze landed on a familiar figure. He was dressed entirely in black, sporting a pair of panda dunks and a striking Cuban link silver chain. The alluring scent of his cologne wafted through the air, making the moment even more captivating.

Imani and the boy exchanged a brief glance before she turned to speak with Zilla. In that moment, she noticed his girlfriend lean in to kiss him on the lips, followed by a bright smile directed at Imani. It appeared he was genuinely happy, or perhaps just putting on a facade, as Jey had suggested to her.

Imani paused to take a sip of her drink when she heard Jey calling her name. The sound caught Jimmy's attention, and as he listened more closely, he turned to see Jey approaching her. With a warm hug, Jey greeted her, and Imani was delighted to finally see Jeyce by his side.

"Hey Girl! It's good to see you here! this is my son Jeyce," Jey said.

Jeyce and Imani embraced each other warmly, both smiling brightly. He truly resembled his father, almost like a mirror image. As she and Jey engaged in a lively conversation about work and various topics, she caught sight of Jimmy casting furtive glances her way, seemingly confirming that it was indeed her.

She simply dismissed it, not giving it much thought. "Are you still with that guy, Jordan?" When she heard his name, her eyes went wide. She felt a mix of emotions, unsure if she should reveal that she was now single, all because of Jordan.

"Um, no we aren't together anymore, we like broke up after I left to become a wrestler." Imani said.

"Damn, for real?"

Imani gave a slight nod, fabricating a story for Jey about her relationship with Jordan. She mentioned that he was aware of her current whereabouts, all while trying to shield his family from any added worry or burden regarding her situation.

As she took her phone out, it buzzed with a call from Jordan. Jey noticed and, sensing something was amiss, quietly stepped outside to take the call. He felt a need to gently join the conversation, curious about what was happening.

OTP Mani💫: why don't you just leave me alone J? J💔: Mani you're mines forever don't you understand that? I'm not finna let this go yk I love you Mani💫: well I don't love you after the hell you done put me through I was glad I left your ass I couldn't take it anymore J💔: I only beat you so that you could act right Mani💫: you're such a piece of shit Jordan and you know it don't fucking call my phone anymore J💔: you keep on forgetting baby I know where you stay I can just easily swoop you up and bring you back home with me Mani💫: over my dead fucking body leave me tf alone Jordan I don't need this why can't you let me be happy? J💔: if I'm not apart of that happiness then I'll just make your life miserable simple Mani💫: you're fucking insane all because I left you so I can have control over my life and you couldn't handle it you were losing control over me it was just slipping away from you. J💔: shut the fuck up you whore probably getting some samoan dick huh? He's not better than me I'll tell you that Mani💫: I'm hanging up Jordan don't fucking call me anymore.

CALLED ENDED

Imani let out a heavy sigh, her fingers tangling in her hair as she heard a throat clear nearby. Startled, she turned to find Jey standing there, arms crossed over his chest. In that moment, she realized he had overheard her conversation with Jordan, and the weight of the truth settled in; there was no way to deny it any longer.

"Is there something you wanna tell me Mani? C'mon you know we've been best friends since we were teenagers, what's happening?" Jey said.

"First off you can't be scaring folks like that and secondly...I don't feel safe Joshua...a lot has been happening, and I mean a lot," she said.

"I got time Mani tell me what's been happening," Imani took the time to share her story with him, detailing the struggles she faced over the past few years, particularly during her relationship with Jordan. She opened up about the abuse she endured, how he would physically harm her and attempt to control her, preventing her from pursuing her dreams of becoming a wrestler, all in an effort to keep her focused solely on her music and singing.

Jey listened to her with great care, his gaze gentle and warm. Unbeknownst to him, this moment was unfolding with his closest friend as he wrapped her in a comforting embrace. "Hey, when we track him down, it's done. You know Jon and I are here for you, Mani."

"I know, you think he'll recognize me?"

"Mmcht, girl yes he will probably gotta catch him when he not around his girl though she be trippin a lot I promise you," He said causing Imani to chuckle.

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Imani was in the living room catching up with Roman, enjoying their conversation after not having seen each other for some time. She had always been like family to them, almost a daughter in their eyes. Mama Talisua often expressed her desire for Imani and Jimmy to be together, but with Imani moving away, that dream seemed out of reach. Still, she held onto a glimmer of hope for the future.

She stood up from the couch and made her way to the kitchen, feeling a bit thirsty. As she opened the fridge, she reached for a Jack Daniel's country cocktail, bending down to grab her favorite flavor: Lynchburg Lemonade.

She had just grabbed a drink when she turned around to apologize for bumping into someone, only to find a man standing right behind her, holding a drink of his own.

As their eyes met, she took a moment to appreciate how handsome he had become over the years. Imani smiled at him before deciding to walk by, hoping to avoid any tension with his girlfriend. However, he gently caught her arm, bringing her to a halt.

"Hollon now little girl, you ain't just finna walk past me and not say nothing," Jimmy said.

"My fault did Mr Fatu say something to me?" Imani teased as him and her began chuckling at each other.

They embraced warmly, and as his hand rested gently on her waist, a wave of warmth washed over her, filling her with a delightful sensation before they finally parted.

"How you been mamas, haven't seen yo' ass since high school,"

Her heart raced with joy when he called her mama, making her instinctively tuck her hair behind her ear. "I've been good you know, I'm on the Raw Brand with yo' brother," she said.

 "I've heard that you're a singer as well? Wow, it sounds like you're really enjoying life!" Imani smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her drink as they kept chatting and connecting with each other.

Imani found herself captivated by his striking features and the pleasant scent that surrounded him. It made her ponder why their mothers wished for them to be together. She couldn't help but think that she and Jimmy would have made an adorable couple.

 She and Jimmy sat together on the steps, reminiscing about their high school days, sharing laughter over the amusing memories they created.

The cocktail Imani had prepared enveloped her in a cozy warmth, making her feel all fuzzy inside as she listened to Jimmy speak to her.

"Can I be honest with you Mani?"

"What's up?"

Jimmy gazed into her hazel eyes, then shifted his focus to her lips before returning to her eyes, all while wearing a warm smile. "You pretty as hell girl fasho," She felt a rush of embarrassment from his words, turning away with a soft laugh. In response, he playfully poked her on her left side, asking, "What's so funny?"

Imani punched him in the arm, "you saying all of this to me when you have a whole girlfriend what's up with that sir?" She said in a teasing tone.

Jimmy shrugged, feeling a bit frustrated. "Why can't I compliment my best friend just because I have a girlfriend?" he said. He had a point; after all, we were just best friends and nothing beyond that.

Imani shrugged her shoulders, "aye, I just don't want shawty trippin and cussing at me thinking I'm going to steal her nigga you feel me,"

Jimmy took a sip of his drink, smacking his lips and rolling his eyes playfully. He found himself lost in Imani's gaze, admiring her beautiful features, completely captivated. Just as he was getting lost in the moment, they were interrupted by the sound of his girlfriend's voice.

"Who is this?"

"Don't start trippin Trin this my best friend Imani, Mani meet Trinity my girlfriend," he introduces them.

Imani smiled at her before taking another sip of her drink. She noticed Trinity's expression souring, which left Imani feeling puzzled. She hadn't done anything wrong; she had simply been chatting with Jimmy.

Imani was doing her best to steer clear of any tension with his girlfriend. As she rose from the stairs, she informed Jimmy that she was heading to the living room, offering him one last warm smile before departing. Just then, he halted her, causing her to pause in her steps. "You good Mani, she ain't finna start trippin right Trin?" Trinity had sighed in exasperation at him before turning to Imani with a serious look on her face.

"Whatever, when are we going home? I'm tired," she said.

"We'll leave in a little bit I'm just catching up with my people," Jimmy responded, noticing Trinity arching an eyebrow in his direction. "When you say people you mean her?"

Imani noticed him let out a heavy sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, a clear sign of his frustration with her. She could sense that he was bracing himself for the trouble she might stir up at the family gathering.

"Trin, c'mon don't do this shit here we'll go home after aight?" He cast her a serious glance, noticing her lips forming a pout as she made her way to the living room.

Imani let out a soft laugh as she took another sip of her drink. "you wanna go out on a walk for bit?"

As she and Jimmy stepped outside for a walk, she nodded her head, unaware that Trinity was watching them with a hint of bitterness at the sight of the two of them together.

Imani and Jimmy were outside, playfully shoving each other as if they were siblings. Jimmy had Imani on his back, spinning her around while she playfully tapped him, laughing and asking him to stop.

 By this time, they were feeling a bit tipsy as Jimmy gently set her down on her feet, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and sharing a laugh to lighten the moment.

"You're so fucking annoying I promise you," She said.

"You love it either way mamas, ion wanna hear no complaints," Imani laughed softly at him as they strolled side by side.

The nickname he used for her flowed from his lips so effortlessly that it stirred something special within her.

"You still dating ol' boy?" He noted Imani's head shake as she replied, "No, I'm not with him anymore." Her voice faded slightly, and he picked up on it, sensing that something was amiss.

Imani paused for a moment, looking up at him, searching his face for clues. "Did something happen when you two were together?" he asked. She shook her head once more, reluctant to share or explain the challenges she faced while with Jordan.

Knowing how crazy he and his people are.

She was taken aback as she felt his arms encircle her waist, and in that moment, she found herself lost in his warm brown eyes, a wave of nervousness washing over her unexpectedly. "You can talk to me mamas, I'm right here."  The richness and calmness of his voice had a magnetic quality, making her feel an undeniable pull towards him.

Imani observed a shift in his attitude as she recounted the events that had unfolded. Hearing about the struggles his best friend faced seemed to affect him deeply. Jimmy held her close, his arms wrapped around her waist, his gaze fixed solely on her, as if nothing else mattered.

"Why didn't you call us or something mamas?"

"I didn't have nobody's phone number and I didn't want to be a burden so I just figured it out on my own Pooks," Imani said avoiding his eyes.

Jimmy gently held her chin, urging her to meet his gaze. He found himself captivated by her striking features, a feeling that puzzled him. Perhaps it was the drinks that stirred these emotions, but he couldn't quite pinpoint the reason. "You need to hear me, you're not a burden, sweetheart. I assure you, he won't come anywhere near you, or he'll face the consequences. Do you understand?" Jimmy reassured her, and Imani nodded in response.

 After he spoke, a profound silence enveloped them as they locked eyes, taking a moment to appreciate each other's unique features and the warmth of their presence. Jimmy gently bit his lower lip, tucking it in, while his thumb softly caressed Imani's lips.

He leaned in and kissed her unexpectedly, surprising her at first. But soon, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and they lost themselves in a passionate embrace.

Imani experienced a rush of sensations as Jimmy's hands held her firmly, while his tongue danced within her mouth. Her fingers found their way into his hair, but the moment unfolded so swiftly that her body couldn't respond in time to create distance between them.

He shifted his lips to her jawline, planting soft kisses there until she gently pushed him back by his chest, looking into his eyes with a hint of worry.

"Jon, this doesn't feel right, you're with Trin." She said softly.

Imani's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as they gently separated, the weight of the moment lingering between them.

"You, right. That's on me."

"It's okay, let's just keep this between us aight?" Jimmy nodded his head as they began walking back towards the house.

1She found it hard to deny that he was an exceptional kisser, far more experienced than she was. It felt as if he understood her body language better than she did herself. She just hoped that their encounter wouldn't create any awkwardness between them.

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Imani stood in the backyard, lost in thought about the kiss she and Jimmy had just shared. It had taken her by surprise; she never expected such a moment to unfold between them. The intensity of the kiss was unlike anything she had experienced since her time with Jordan. The way he explored her mouth and caressed her body sent waves of sensation through her, leaving her feeling a mix of excitement and longing that she hadn't felt in quite some time.

They had enjoyed a few drinks and decided to keep their feelings to themselves. Still, she couldn't help but long for the taste of his lips once more. However, she was determined to stick to her promise of not diving into anything too intense, especially when it came to love.

She suddenly heard the sliding door open and footsteps approaching her. "Are you okay, Mani?" It was Jey, coming out to see how she was doing.

"Y-yeah I'm fine Joshua," she responded to him.

"You sure? What happened between you and Jon? Yall both came in looking awkward as hell," he asked.

"We made out Joshua..." His eyes widened in surprise as he chuckled, prompting her to playfully shove him while pouting. "It's not fucking funny Joshua, we were tipsy and I'm not looking for anything right now I made a promise to myself,"

He raised an eyebrow at her, "what you mean you made a promise to yourself?"

"I told myself that I would keep myself closed off from finding love again, I mean ion think I'll get lucky anytime soon," Imani let out a deep sigh as she gazed at the moon illuminating the night sky, accompanied by the twinkling stars.

"Imani, don't let that fool make you change for who you are if I'm being honest you and Jon make a perfect couple I mean you hear our mama talk about it nonstop," Jey had a point, but was she truly prepared to face that situation once more? She was determined not to betray the commitment she made to herself.

"I just really want to focus on my career for right now Josh, I don't know if can allow myself to fall in love again," she said.

"Look, I understand but just think about it Jonathan ain't like that I know he ain't happy with Trin for real but he play pretend in front of the folks but when I saw how his face lit up when he was with you I just knew,"

Imani listened intently, nodding as he spoke. Just then, they heard footsteps approaching outside—it was Jimmy, naturally, with his hands tucked into his pockets. Jey quickly sat up, giving his brother a friendly greeting before stepping away, leaving Imani and Jimmy to sort things out together.

"Hey, I'm sorry about what I did earlier. That was wrong of me," Jimmy apologized.

Imani felt a strong desire to gently stroke his cheek, her smile radiating warmth as she looked at him. "it's okay you don't need to apologize for what happened we were tipsy that's all," Imani responded, sensing his hands on her waist once more.

He chuckled at her, "yeah, we were tipsy as hell not goin' lie mamas but..." his voice trailed off for a second. "I  wanna taste them lips again,"

"J-Jon...we can't with all of these people here and especially when Trin is in there too that's so wrong,"

"Just one more time, I promise it felt too good." He swiftly led her to a secluded spot, away from the crowd, pressing her gently against the wall. As he looked down at her, she felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her, making her feel diminutive in that moment.

He gently cupped her face with both hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply. This time, she surrendered to the moment, allowing their connection to unfold. As he lifted her by the thighs, she found herself pressed against the wall, completely lost in the intensity of their embrace.

She could sense his rigid form against her as she embraced him tightly, feeling an overwhelming craving for his touch—an intensity she had never experienced with anyone else, not even with Jordan. The song "Escapism" by Raye played softly in the background, adding to the atmosphere within the house.

He pressed his lips against her neck, showering her with gentle kisses while softly sucking, which made her whisper his name in pleasure.

"J-Jimmy...W-wait..." she moaned.

"Yeah, keep saying my name like that..." he groaned.

Just as they were about to move forward with their moment, a sudden scream pierced the air, halting them in their tracks. They exchanged worried glances, and Jimmy gently set her back on her feet before heading over to assess what was happening.

As they were about to step into the house, Imani suddenly froze, her heart racing at the sight of him standing there with a smirk that sent chills down her spine. How on earth had he tracked her down?

As Jimmy turned to see why Imani wasn't following him, he spotted Jordan by the door, gun in hand, advancing toward her. Imani stood frozen in place, fear gripping her as her breaths quickened, each one feeling more labored than the last.

Jimmy and Jey, along with the rest of the family, formed a protective barrier around Imani, standing firm against Jordan, who laughed at their efforts.

"You think I'm scared of yall niggas? I can have a killing spree over her, she needs to come home right Mani?" Jordan said looking towards her way.

Imani quickly shook her head, feeling overwhelmed by the unfolding drama surrounding Jimmy and Jey's family. A tightness gripped her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Jimmy noticed her in distress and instinctively moved to help, while the others continued to follow the established protocol.

"Jon, take her upstairs please," Mama Talisua said as he nodded his head carrying her bridal style up the stairs.

"Is yo' ass gonna step up or get the fuck out?" Jey said.

"I'm not going to leave until Imani comes home to me and you know how she is Josh c'mon dawg," Jey scoffed at him while folding his arms around his chest.

"Don't think we is cool, we was never cool from the beginning so imma ask yo' ass again, is you gonna step up or get the fuck out like I said?" Jey confronted him directly, seemingly unfazed by the fact that Jordan had a Glock in his hand.

Jordan raised his hands in a defensive gesture and began to walk away, but then he attempted to strike Jey. In response, Jey lifted him effortlessly and slammed him to the ground. Meanwhile, Roman handed his Glock to Zilla, while Jey continued to deliver powerful punches to Jordan, who was pinned beneath him.

Before he could even go crazy Zilla had pulled Jey away from him hearing Jey breathing heavily while looking pissed off. "Get him the fuck outta here now,"

Roman and Jacob took hold of Jordan's arms and gently pushed him outside, closing the door behind them. Meanwhile, Jimmy sat beside Imani, watching her sleep soundly in bed as he tenderly stroked her hair.

He then heard the door creak open and saw Jey standing there, looking in on Imani.

"She okay Uce?" Jey asked.

"Yeah, I managed to calm her down. She just fell asleep," He said wiping his clothes down.

"A'ight then, mama said she can stay here for the night, but we can't let that motha-fuka near her Jon. He know where she stay at."

Jimmy nodded his head glancing at Imani, "I'll take her home in the morning once I get everything done aight?"

As he and Jey exchanged friendly gestures while leaving the room, Jimmy took a moment to look back at her before trailing behind Jey. When they reached downstairs, they found their mom tidying up, and they chose to lend a hand.

"How is she doing Jon?" she asked.

"She doing aight mama, she's asleep right now. I'll take her home in the morning," Jimmy responded while replacing the trashcan with a trash bag.

"I noticed the way you two were exchanging glances tonight, and while I understand you're with Trin, I can't help but feel that Imani would be such a great fit for you." Jimmy laughed softly, a smile spreading across his face as he replied to his mother, "You've been saying that since we were kids, Mom. I really don't think she's interested in anything serious at the moment." He went on to share more.

"I understand son, I do but I'm saying just don't miss out she's family,"

 Jimmy nodded in agreement as he assisted his mother with the cleaning, while the rest of the family was getting ready to go out for the evening. At the same time, Imani stirred from her nap, finding herself in Jey's old room and glancing at the clock to check the time.

It was midnight, and she was taken aback as she prepared to rise when Jimmy entered the room, holding some clothes and catching her off guard.

"You good mamas?"

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess your mama wants me to stay here huh?" Imani spoke while Jimmy nodded, handing her the clothes so she could take a shower.

"Yeah, you're family after all. But imma take you home in the morning after I get some things done if that's cool with you?" Jimmy said.

"Yeah, that's fine Jordan probably messed up my tires so that's fine," He smiled at her showing off his grill's glistening in the light. "A'ight I'll see you in the morning,"

Jimmy approached her and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her head rest against his chest. She listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat and inhaled the scent of his cologne. When they finally separated, they locked eyes, and a wave of memories flooded Imani's mind—moments of them kissing. Overwhelmed, she averted her gaze, focusing on her feet.

"Look at me baby," She looked up into his eyes, feeling his hand gently hold her chin as he smiled at her. "fuck, you're so fucking pretty mamas, I didn't expect you to be this pretty you know?"

"J-Jimmy..."

"What baby?" His voice lowered several tones, sending a shiver through her as she felt her panties grow damp. "You gotta go Trin must be looking for you."

He nodded his head placing a kiss on her temple before pulling away from each other.

"Goodnight mamas,"

"Goodnight Jimmy," Imani spoke as he closed the door, just as she experienced a moment of panic.

What on earth just occurred? What happened tonight that left her feeling this way? Why was he making her feel like this?

Whatever situation he and she are dealing with has really affected her tonight, but she's determined not to let it interfere. She made a promise to herself, and she intends to keep it, so she'll set it aside for now and wait for a better time to address it.

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A/n: the tension between Imani and Jimmy are running deep but will Imani forget about what happened?

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MORE ELIAS HEADCANONS!!! 😼

- he has a big nose. i know i already made a post about it i’m just a sucker for it FUCK AHAHSHSHDHJF HE’D LOOK SO YUMMY

- he would def be the type to leave post it notes around the house with cute (and also spicy) messages for barista to find EUGHHH HES SO CUTE

- go out of his way to make them blush or smile. it’s a goal for him. a bonus if he get you to laugh, then he’s won at life.

- someone else said it too, he gives latino vibes and he’d flirt with you constantly in spanish especially if you don’t understand a single word. you’re just sitting there dumbfounded as he’s splurting his love for you in spanish and you have no idea

- would get matching tattoos with you

- i think he’d also like those permanent jewellery too and get one with you (hehehehehe you should totally read my fic permanently mine 😻)

- (for female barista) saku confirmed it, elias would be comfortable shopping for period products and wouldn’t think twice to get you what you need

- would do your skincare together, like face masks, it would become a nighttime and morning routine for you two together

- would buy you jewellery and if you bought some for him, you would never catch him without it on

- when you go makeup shopping, he is glad to be your personal palate. please cover him in lipstick stains

- i feel like he would be the type of guy to, with his friends, dress up and wear skirts and crop tops for a joke

- we know he doesn’t care what others think, so he wouldn’t hesitate to put his arm around you or show affection in public

- if you worked at another cafe or restaurant he would def go visit you. he easily becomes your most regular and loyal customer. all your coworkers would be convinced that he just has an unhealthy obsession with their food/drinks (but actually his obsession is just you 😉)

- wrestles you on the daily. and we all know how it ends.

- he’s the type of man to cook for you. if you’re hungry, he’s a michelin chef.

- if you were really bad at a game, maybe maybe he’d go easy on you :))

- i feel like he knows how to calm you down and help you in a time of panic or stress, i feel like he’s probably had a lot of experiences of his own panic attacks (like when he described having a nightmare and running away to a park) he’d hold you tight and whisper all the right things and you’d know that you could just relax into his arms and let him look after you

- i know he likes the danger of speeding down roads on his bike, but i think especially the first couple of times you go on his bike he would make sure to not go too fast or be too risky with you on the back.

- can’t stop his eyes wondering over your body and honestly, he wants you to see how into you he is

- we know he feels negatively about himself for being weak, particularly too weak to save his mother, so i think it’s likely that he might feel embarrassed to cry or like he’s weak for crying. especially because his father would have very rarely cried in front of him, elias wouldn’t have grown up feeling like he could express his emotions very well and so he would bottle it up for when he was alone and could smoke his problems away

- speaking of smoking, i’d like to think that he would try restricting himself from smoking the second he gets even a glimpse of a wrinkled nose from you disliking the smell

- cover him in hickeys. please. he finds it so hot that he’s yours and everyone knows it. wants to parade them around like a medal.

- i feel like he’d take your trust very seriously, especially when he saved you from brewhouse as a complete stranger, he knows that you’re in a foreign world and don’t know who to trust, so he’d value your trust in him a lot.

okie that’s it hehe hope you enjoyed 😻💕

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Sebastian or Harvey with someone who's really shy? If that's alright!

hey! this is my first time writing in second-person so it might sound a little cray lol. i hope you enjoyed this! also i wrote abt sebastian because i have never romanced harvey </3

sebastian x shy farmer

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You clutched the edges of your formal outfit. You had never liked parties. The noise, the chaos. You suppose this is why you spend so much time at the farm, doing the work that needs to be done. It made a good distraction from actually speaking to the people in the town.

Your best friend, Maru, dragged you through the crowds of people in introduction. It was nothing short of overwhelming, your breathing picking up.

“I need a break,” you said. Maru must have saw the look of horror on your face, because she let you go, making up some excuse to the group before excitedly asking Marnie about her chickens.

Walking to the edge of the clearing in the forest, you spot a figure resting against one of the trees, cigarette in mouth. Once his dark eyes met yours, he was waiting for you to get closer. He had a smile pasted on his face, cig hanging between his lips.

“Wasn’t expecting you to show up. You look really nice,” Sebastian said, offering you his cigarette like he always did. You waved it off like you always did.

You were in no state to talk, too ravaged by all of the socialization you had just been put through. Still, his company was soothing in a way.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked, nudging your shoulder gently.

“Oh! Yeah, just a little overwhelmed,” you mumbled.

Sebastian hummed, taking one final drag before stomping out the cigarette with his polished black boots. It was rare to see him in this sot of getup. You were used to the black hoodie and ripped denim jeans.

“I get it. Me too. I always loiter here at parties,” Sebastian replied, turning to you and smiling gently. It was a smile that had only been reserved for you lately, and you were enjoying the attention.

Still, Sebastian flirting with you sometimes made you feel like a hermit crab without a shell. You flushed, turning away. He looked back toward the crowd.

“You know, you could always be my dance partner. I mean, since we have to do the stupid dance anyway,” Sebastian shrugged, raising an eyebrow at you.

Internally, you screamed. Sebastian asking you to be his partner?

Your skin felt hot, your outfit suddenly feeling a lot tighter. He turned to you. “What do you say?” he asked, raking his eyes over you in a way that made you light up.

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After the dance, the crowd began to trickle out. Going in front of everyone was kind of a nightmare, but you got through it by maintaining eye contact with Sebastian. Falling into those eyes was easy.

Sebastian stood next to you, the sun setting off of the forest cliff. Slowly, his pinky interlocked with yours. Then the index, then middle, and soon your hands were funny intertwined. He squeezed tight.

“I’ve really liked spending time with you, you know,” Sebastian murmured, lips dangerously close to your ear. “You make good company.”

“I think you’re the first person to say that about me,” you replied with a nervous smile. You drummed up the courage to face him, squeezing his hand.

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head. “I think people just don’t know you very well. But I do,” he said, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “And I like what I know.”

You blinked up at him, letting out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Sebastian took your free hand, setting it on his chest. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, a shyness of his own manifesting in his voice. You were close now, closer than the two of you had ever been.

You nodded, nipping at your bottom lip in anticipation. Your heart was rattling in your chest, rapidly pumping blood through your body in a way that made your head spin. The hand that was touching your hair moved to your jawline.

Slowly, he leaned down to press your lips together. You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing meet your skin. He reached up to hold your hand that was lying on his chest, pressing it further into the material of his shirt.

He laughed against your lips, kissing your cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he mumbled against the skin there. “Even when I thought you hated me at first, I wanted to.”

It made you laugh and gently whack his chest. “I told you I get nervous!” you said, leaning up to chase him for another kiss.

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so I saw your post about needing suggestions, maybe kissing Leviathan for the first time and how he'd react? >.<

(I will get to all the other requests, I hope, I've just been busy with school and work >.<)

Leviathan reacting to kissing you for the first time*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leviathan is a very vivid dreamer, almost all his dreams (and, unfortunately, his nightmares too ) feel extremely real. From the first day you too met, you were already appearing in his dreams.

When you first met, your appearances in his dreams would be small interactions, good or bad. As you became better friends with him the dreams would be about you two hanging out or playing a game.

Sometimes he would mix up reality with his imagination. Once he unintentionally spoiled an anime you were excited about because he dreamt you had already watched it.

As he realized his feeling the dream interactions became more lovey dovey and affectionate, this just intensified his feelings for you in real life. Before he knew it dream him and dream you were in a relationship. It made him sad to wake up because he knew you weren't actually dating. No matter how strong his feelings are, he is not going to confess.

"Leviiii" you walked into Levi's room to find him napping at his desk, he's been staying up late to do school work he procrastinated on.

Leviathan was in a deep sleep, he was having his regular love filled dreams. His brain was so foggy from the stress and loss of sleep, he didn't even realize you had woken him up.

" Good Morning, princess" you said in a sarcastic tone, Levi just stared back at you and blinked a few times. "I was going to ask you for help with potions class but i think you have enough to worry about." you giggled.

Levi ,still not realizing he's awake, gets up from his chair, leans down, and kisses you. " no, its okay. I'll help you." stepping back from you, he looks at your face and notices your dumbfounded look.

"..." Levi pinches his forearm. He is definitely wide awake now, he immediately covers his face and looks away out of embarrassment.

"Oh my gosh I'm sososo sorry. I didnt mean to- I'm so sorry oh my god."

He continues to spew out apologies as quick as possible, trying his best to gather the courage to look at you. When he does look at you he sees your smile and a wave of relief floods over him.

"You're so cute, Levi."

IM SOSOSOSO SORRY THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THE STORY 😭

i know this didn't really show his reaction but I thought of the scenario and wanted to focus on it =( also TYSM for requesting <33

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why aren't you reading seek?

but for real though, today's chapter was so damn good it motivated me to at least try to write recommendation. i need more people to read it - someone who follows me has got to be willing to give it a try

seek is an original science fiction story set in the radically distant future, updating roughly every week (or lately, closer to every two)

the world is barely recognizable, practically post-scarcity and full of cybernetic modification and AI

in fact, one of the pov characters is one such AI, and the other is so heavily modded i've seen one person derisively call her a cyberfox. this hardly scratched the surface of what's interesting about them and their situation, but this is just a quick recommendation

you can read the first chapter here: https://seekwebserial.wordpress.com/2024/10/18/0-1-0-hack/

i'll admit, the start can be a bit shaky (this whole "guy wakes up in a hostile high-tech facility with no memory of what's going on" setup is definitely not the most inspired of starts, and this is all the more dubious when it's so far still unclear what role he'll play in the long run direction of the story)

furthermore, the structure of Seek is ambitious - and questionable in a way that strains against the foremost issue of a rotating pov stories. there are three perspective characters, each essentially living in entirely different worlds and "eras".

as a result, it feels at times like reading three different novels interleaved, with little tying them together. now, a sense of interconnection has begun to emerge, a dozen odd chapters down the line, but yeah

if you stick with it, though? there's incredible payoff, several intensely satisfying character moments in a fascintating world futuristic to the point of becoming alien

the blurb goes:

Despite our best efforts, few survived faster than light travel. None survived the trip back. So we took a different approach altogether. We started bringing the universe to us. There’s no point. What hasn’t changed in the last four hundred years won’t change in our lifetimes. There’s no point. We’ve solved it. Everything humanity needs, it has. We’ve reached the finish line. There’s no point. Turn off the lights, close your eyes, and cover your ears, nightmares come manifest. Three storylines from three individuals, worlds and eras apart.

as i try to write this recommendation, i'm finding myself trying to summarize all the cool things it does - how society and culture is reshaped by this abundance of resources and automation, and the gross proliferation of advertisement and surveillance that results. or talk about the emphasis the cybernetic augmented place on the fidelity of their mods. but at a point it feels like i'm just doing a worse job of telling the story

so i think the one thing i'd point to as my favorite part of Seek is its portrayal of the integrated "onboard" AI that quickly become more widespread over the course of the story.

there's such a creativity and attention to specificity when it comes to portraying how different people relate to their onboards, down to the formatting flourishes the text uses to set off and differentiate scenes where several different intelligence conversing

but i digress

it isn't just the worldbuilding that gets me, but the character writing, and even the plot has started to heat up - as i said, the reason why i'm writing this now is because the newest chapter (2.6.w) is easily the best in the serial

i have further thoughts on its painstaking tension, the suffocating powerlessness on multiple levels but they don't exactly mean much if you aren't caught up

so yeah. i love this story and i'm hoping for it to garner more readers

if i have to end off with one last piece of bait - we have one protag become taylor swift times a thousand and the other become a terrorist. things get crazy

get in here!

[descendant-of-truth]

Actually I think we need to be talking about Darkside more. Why have we as a fandom (as well as myself specifically) been neglecting Darkside when it's the most consistently recurring boss in the whole franchise

Literally the first boss we fight and it's this thing that rises up out of Sora's shadow in his dreams, and that still looks like Sora for a few seconds before it transforms into the version we fight:

This is Sora's dark side, quite literally. And what just so happens to be there at the destruction of Destiny Islands?

Man, with a thing that big and powerful, it's probably responsible for most of the damage to the islands all by itself.

Hey, what was that thing Zexion said to Riku, again? "It was you who destroyed your home"? Boy I sure am glad that the truth is what we hear and not what we see with our eyes--

Oh. Hm. That's a rather pointed dream sequence for you to be having, Xion.

Guys, I don't know why it took me so long to put these specific pieces together, but I'm pretty sure Sora's darkness was what actually destroyed the Destiny Islands. Whoever opened the door to darkness is still responsible for letting it out - it seemed otherwise occupied in Sora's dreams - and that's an interesting puzzle, too, because we're told that Riku did that even though Kairi was the one closest to the door, but that's not a mystery this post is here to solve.

My question is, what the HECK was going on with Sora for him to have a darkness so potent that it manifested outside of him before he had even been on any adventures? The guy's got insecurities for sure, but at this point in the series, they're kinda... normal ones. Feeling overshadowed and jealous of his best friend who's always better at everything than him, always stronger and cooler, it's not nothing but it doesn't make sense for it to be that. If Sora was going to have a darkness that strong, I'd expect it to come from a later point in the series, maybe around KH3 when the number of Terrible Things that have happened to or around him has reached truly insane levels.

But... the Darkside comes from the Realm of Darkness, right? Where time doesn't exist, and if you walk through it, you can be hit with people's emotions from the future?

So, I dunno, maybe it's a conglomeration of Sora's darkness from various points in time, though it still doesn't explain why his in particular gets to become something so giant. But it's definitely a Sora thing, because in Coded, the record of Sora's Heartless develops into a Darkside, as well.

But how can it be Sora-exclusive when there's so many of them down there??

Well, it might not be... but I'm not ruling out the possibility of time loop shenanigans, either. If Sora can live through the Keyblade Graveyard stuff at least four times (five if you consider the theory of KH3 in its entirety being a second loop from the get-go), then who's to say that doesn't double up on the number of Darksides in the Realm of Darkness?

Sora's already got a narrative history of reliving his past, after all. CoM has him going through his memories of his first adventure (albeit altered), Coded has another version of Sora going through his first adventure (altered again), even DDD has him revisiting Traverse Town and re-meeting his friends (in different ways than he originally did but it still counts).

I'm just saying, the heart remembers what the mind doesn't, and that can surface in a lot of ways. A Sora that's been time-looping a bunch but doesn't remember it probably would be having weird prophetic nightmares and thoughts about whether any of this is "for real" or not.

But honestly, even with the time loop theory I ended up going with in this post, the main thing I wanted to get at is that the Darkside is weird and unexplained but suspiciously tied to Sora in the narrative. These are just the connections I've put together on my own, but there could be a lot that I'm missing! I want to know what this thing's deal is, and I welcome anyone who wants to share their take on the matter.