#and it was taking waaay longer to finish it than I planned

[rara-is-trying-art]

ZoSan and my ongoing quest to learn how to do backgrounds properly, really proud of how this one come out in a lot of ways

[uncpanda]

The Ties That Bind: The Wedding

AN: After 10 million years, please enjoy the wedding!

The Ties That Bind Master List

You’re in the middle of making sub plans in preparation for being off Thursday and Friday. It was Wednesday now, and since your wedding dress wouldn’t be ready for at least another month, you had to go find something to get married in on Friday. You were just going to wear one of your regular dresses, but when you had said that Aaron, Jack, Jess, and Spencer had thrown a fit. 

You’re heading down to the work room, to print out what will be needed while you’re gone, when you hear the tell tale signs of heels against the floor. Your eyebrows shoot up at the sight of Penny, Will, and Jess coming down the hall, led by your principal. 

“Ms. Reed.” 

You smile and greet her, “Ms. Preston.” 

“I hear the wedding has been moved up.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

She gives you a gentle smile, “Your friends told me why, and it’s time for you to go.” 

You wince, “I still have a few things to finish.” 

“Nonsense. Send me everything in an email, and I’ll handle it from there.” 

Penny shoots you a thumbs up, and you nod, “Alright. Thank you.” 

She laughs, and waves off your thanks, “I hope you have an amazing wedding.” 

“Thank you.”

Ms. Preston nods and heads off. You look at your friends, “Thank you.” 

Penny giggles and takes your hands, “Come on. We have shopping to do!” 

You laugh, “I have to get my stuff first.” 

You lead them to your classroom. You let them look around while you send the email to Ms. Preston, and then you start packing up your things. The four of you head out in Will’s car. Penny talks the entire way there, “Okay, so I have no idea what your actual wedding dress looks like. You know since I didn’t get to tag along.” 

Jess shoots you a look. Penny hadn’t been mad that you’d gone without her, but she had been bugging you for details ever since. You still intended to wear that dress for your wedding ceremony. 

You laugh, “It was spur of the moment Penny, and you were working a case.” 

“Well I’m thinking we should go for fun. Maybe a tea length dress? Or? Ohhhh! A wedding pant suit.” 

You laugh. To be honest you’re more than a little tired. The last few days have been a whirlwind. You’ve been busy preparing Aaron to ship out to Pakistan, trying to help Jack work through his emotions and prepare him for going months without his father, and you’ve had everyday life. It’s sweet that they want to make this special for you, but you really plan on keeping this simple and waiting for the big ceremony. However, if this really makes them happy, you’re happy to do it. 

You live to regret those words when Penny drags you to no less than ten stores. You’re not even sure how she manages it. You end up at stores waaay after closing in a few cases, but everyone seems more than happy to be open for you. You suppose Penny really does know everyone, and everyone really does love Penny. 

Still, when it hits ten o’clock, you’re done. Thankfully you aren’t the only one who feels that way. Will, who is next to you, watching Penny and Jess argue over a certain dress, leans in and says, “I think you were smart to just take Jess and Jack the first time.” 

“I think Aaron and I better damn well stay married, because a divorce and new marriage might just kill me, and I’m not talking emotionally.” Will laughs. 

You head home without a dress, and Penny tells you to be ready first thing in the morning to try again. You and Will whimper. Luckily Aaron is waiting for you. Jack has long gone to bed, but Aaron is on the couch, with a tumbler of what looks like whiskey. It’s barely been touched. He takes one look at you, and opens his arms. 

You go to him and snuggle in. It makes you want to cry, because you know you won’t be able to snuggle with him for much longer . . . for a long time. He kisses the top of your head. “I love you.” 

You yawn, “Love you too.” And with that the two of you head to bed. 

True to word Penny and Jess arrive early the next morning with a very sleepy and grumpy Will. Aaron puts travel mugs with very strong coffee into your hands, and another into Will’s. Will looks like he could kiss your fiance. Penny tugs the two of you out before that can happen. 

**** 

While you are wedding dress shopping Aaron is trying to take care of other things. He has the appointment made at city hall, and he’s in the process of trying to make a reservation at a nice restaurant, but it’s hard when it’s last minute. 

He’s on the phone with a restaurant he’s taken you to a few times, when there’s a knock on the door. He opens it up and finds Dave, Morgan, and Spencer storm in. He lets out a groan, when the restaurant says there’s no room for Friday. 

He hangs up. “What are you all doing here?” 

Dave smiles, “We have come to help out. Flowers will be delivered shortly, along with our suits. I have also made a reservation at a fabulous restaurant for your wedding after party.” 

Aaron raises an eyebrow, “How did you manage that?” 

“I’m rich Aaron.” 

He glances at Spencer and Morgan. Morgan is smart enough to not say anything, Spencer on the other hand, “That seems like a fairly obvious conclusion.” 

He just barely resists slapping the back of his soon to be brother’s head. 

Dave carries on, “The only bad thing is, we have to put the boutonnieres and bouquets together.” 

Aaron can’t resist, “What happened to being rich?” 

Dave waves it off, “They wanted a ridiculous amount of money to put them together on short notice. I’m rich not stupid. And how hard can it be to put together some flowers?” 

There’s a moment of silence before Spencer says, “I believe that is what people call, famous last words.” 

****

You listen as Jess and Penny argue at the front of a small vintage store. Will is following you around as you look through the dresses on the hanger. That’s when you find it. You smile to yourself as you pull it from the hanger. You look at Will, and he grins. 

“Try it on, and if that’s the dress, don’t let Penny or Jess see you in it.” 

You stare at him, “Feeling a little evil?” 

“Twenty seven stores. They’ve dragged us to twenty seven stores, and that was after making me try on nineteen different suits in order to find the right one for Aaron and Jack and the others. And then I had to watch as they tried on bridesmaid dresses. I’m ready to conquer the world.” 

You bite back a laugh, and head into the dressing room. The dress looks amazing on you. It gives you the same feeling as the other. You quickly show Will who gives his stamp of approval, and you change.

You sneak back up while Will makes a distraction, and check out. You come up behind Jess and Penny as they fuss at Will for something. You clear your throat, “I’m ready to go.” 

They both spin and look at the hanging bag you’re holding. Both of their mouths drop open, but neither says anything for a moment. Finally, Penny says, “You still need shoes.” 

Will curses, and then says, “You have got to be kidding me!” 

You smile, and head home. You give the dress to Will who takes it and hides it from Penny and Jess. He promises to hide it from JJ too.

You enter the apartment to find Aaron and a crying Jack. 

You head to Jack’s room, where Aaron is holding him. You can just make out his words. “I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.” 

You settle on the bed next to them, and place your hand on Jack’s back. You rub up and down and then sandwich him between you and Aaron. Eventually, Jack calms down and you try to reassure him, “We are going to skype with daddy, every day. And I promise I’m going to be here the entire time, and Aunt Jess too. And we’ll spend time with Uncle Dave and Uncle Spencer.” 

A teary eyed Jack nods snuggles into the both of you. 

******* 

You get married at eleven in the morning. You’re in a last minute dress, and you’d gotten ready in the courthouse bathroom with the rest of the girls. It’s nothing like you expected, and yet you don’t regret it. 

Spencer is waiting for you as your group of girls, plus Will, step out of the bathroom. He smiles at the sight of you. The others go on ahead, leaving you and your brother alone. 

He kisses your cheek, and then you pull him into a hug. Quietly you whisper, “Who knew?” 

Spencer pulls back, “Who knew what?” 

“Who knew, that all those years ago, when mom brought you home, that you would be one of the best things to ever happen, and that you would lead me to other amazing things.” 

Spencer smiles, “I had to pay you back for raising me, and taking care of me, and everything else.” 

“That was my pleasure.” 

“I love you, sis.” 

You hug him again, “Love you too.” 

With those words he offers his arm, and walks you to the very small aisle in the justice of the peace’s office. The moment you lock eyes with Aaron, you feel a feeling of completion fall over you. You’re ready for the future. 

[itsmemuffy]

When I published my first post, wanted to keep the momentum going. It was my goal to post weekly and well.... it's been two weeks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I abandoned all my little drabbles to focus on a full-length fic that is becoming waaay longer than I anticipated. Thought I'd post a little WIP Wednesday to make sure I don't go back into the ether. Can't wait to have this one finished, I've been having a lot of fun writing it.

Contents: Original Trilogy! Logan x fem reader, naive reader, obsessive Logan, suggestive content, Charles makes an appearance

Summary: You keep everything running as smooth as possible in the background while Professor Xavier keeps a very full plate of locating mutants, running the school, and leading the X-Men. A steady stream of mutants come and go through the mansion, but a certain one in particular makes it his mission to nestle his way into your life.

The past few days had been a whirlwind for Logan. He's the type of man that goes where he wants to go- and waking up in an infirmary on a small hospital cot after being round up like some sort of animal was not on his list of things to do that week, to say the least.

For all intents and purposes, his next plan of action was to get away from here as soon as he possibly could and get back to the life he lived on his own terms. His only home and form of transportation was totalled somewhere in the Alberta wilderness, sure, but he already had experience starting over from nothing.

When he first met you, a cute little thing diligently running errands to what was perhaps the one man who could have his answers, you immediately piqued Logan's interest. So sweet and so kind, and Charles put his trust in you?

He had barged in like he owned the place on you and the professor scheduling out the upcoming semester in his office. Charles appeared to have already gotten used to this type behavior from him. "This, my dear, is Logan. He will hopefully be joining us now."

Oh... so is he planning to stick around? You ponder as you bite the inside of your cheek, leaning onto Charles' desk with your hip. Logan immediately came off as brooding and dismissive, and he didn't seem like the type to settle into a place beaming with so much activity. Regardless, you extended your hand out to him as you told him your name.

It took him a second to register the gesture. He only now noticed how lost in thought he was, eyes caught below your neckline. With a clearing of his throat, Logan reached a hand back to you to shake it. The most formal of ways to greet someone, yet the feeling of your delicate fingers grasping his rough palm caused his mind to wander again. He forced himself back to reality.

"I guess I'll be seeing you around" Logan remained aloof in speech, hoping you didn't notice the way he devoured you with his gaze. He decided to promptly remove himself from the room, searching for the privacy to be alone with his thoughts.

A few interactions after your initial introduction, Logan started to feel something beyond sexual curiosity. You made his heart race, you made him nervous.

Not a single detail went unnoticed by Logan. The way your hips would sway, how you parted your hair, the lipstick you wore, the softness in your voice whenever you greeted him, your scent.

Life kept throwing change in Logan's way, morphing his way of living into something unrecognizable to him. For the last however many years (boy, is he ever bad at keeping track of time) he had filled them with isolation and taking whatever cheap pleasures he could find. Now he finds himself surrendering the space in his mind to a woman he barely knew. You brought warmth and light into a cold, dark place.

No, this wont fly, he thought to himself. The fact that he was losing control over the dynamic between you made him very uncomfortable. Logan made it his mission to learn more about you. If he could just figure you out, he could take the reins over again.

The two of you would always acknowledge eachother in a group setting. The tiny smile Logan would throw your way whenever you caught eyes made you weak. You couldn't help but to want to know more about him too. A rugged man who was a stranger not too long ago was showing you consideration? A man who nobody knows where he's been, what he's done, how old he is? It kind of racked your brain, but you tried not to let it trip you up.

Oh, but he would catch you trip up. It wasn't lost on Logan the times you entered a space with him in it, seemingly to forget what you came in there for. Maybe you were a little ditzy- your mind often racing too fast that you couldn't catch up with yourself, but it had happened too many times for it to be a coincidence. At least, that's what he told himself.

He replicated your behavior, scouting you out amongst the mansion. It wasn't hard for him to find you. Your trail had become so much bolder to his senses, overshadowing anybody else that could be in vicinity.

Logan always found what he was looking for. Excuse after excuse slipped easily from his lips. Obvious to everyone else what he was doing, you earnestly took the bait every time without fail. He marked the first time he had a conversation with you alone as a significant victory.

"Hey, didn't see you there. Have you seen Charles around? I need to talk to him." He had cornered you in the library, watching you read for a minute or two before making his presence known.

You flinched up in your chair, "Jesus Logan, don't sneak up on me like that!" The yelp that initially left your lips was definitely a sound he would remember next time he's alone.

"Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to scare ya," he chuckled.

The upset you felt towards him for breaking your flow state lasted but half a second. You couldn't be mad. After all, whatever he needed Charles for must of been important.

"No, Jean and him are off chaperoning a field trip in the city. He should be back sometime this evening."

Logan let out a little "hmph", trying his best sound to sound disappointed. Inside he was estatic he finally caught up to you again. Now with no one else around, his mind flooded with possibilities on how this could go. The odds of you immediately throwing yourself at him weren't zero, were they? If he were to take you and bend you over the table right this very second, there was a possiblility you'd let him... right? God, am I really this desperate? he thought.

After letting a moment hang in the air, he sat down next to you in the ajacet seat. "So, what are you doing here all by yourself? Got nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon, huh?" Good idea, Logan, change the subject.

"You're one to talk," your focus was now one hundred percent on him. Thighs spread as he lazily leaned back in the chair, rolling his head ro the side. To say he wasn't beautiful like this would be a lie. You've rarely seen him this relaxed. "Aren't you here too?"

"Huh." Logan did not anticipate you to call him out like that, "I guess you've got a point."

An awkward silence sat between the two of you. You pretended to divert your attention back to your book, not letting him escape the corner of your eye. Logan lit up a cigar he fished from his pocket. He desperately needed something to do with his hands.

"This is a library, you know that right?" You chide him after an annoyed sigh.

"Oh, is it now? I thought all these books were just for decoration." His lips sucked in another drag.

"Very expensive books, Logan. There's plenty of perfecly fine places to smoke around here if you just look."

He got up from his seat, "Then why don't you show me around, darlin'? Open my eyes a little." You couldn't quite tell if the pet name was to belittle you or to be affectionate. A hand reached out to bring you to stand. "I'll let you lead the way."

[dazealigner]

also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?

[stinklebug]

Hi!! can i request a hfr fic? with the best sinlings peppermint and chai, maybe chais arm or music player is malfunctioning do she has to fix it and... idk maybe some deep convos happen !! thanks in advance 💕

this wound up being WAAAY longer than i originally planned. uh. whoops hehe. bc of that i'm gonna post it as its own separate fic to ao3, bc the reqs fic there is Specifically for the usual req length: ficlets

i hope u enjoy this very light angst ft. Slight backstory reveal

Peppermint yawns, stretching her arms up, over her head. As her arms fall, she grabs her iced coffee and takes a sip. Her eyes scan the lines of code in front of her. She's almost got this cracked...

A sudden knock from her door makes her freeze. Her eyes flick to the clock in the corner of the screen. 2:53 AM. Shit.

"Just lemme finish this, I've almost got it—then I'll go right to bed. Promise," she says as she hurriedly saves her progress, just in case.

Peppermint turns to see exactly who she expected: Chai. He's standing in the doorway. The expression on his face is unreadable. The best way she can think to describe it as is tired. 808 is hanging from his shoulder, her ears folded back. She hadn't even noticed her leaving her charging bed.

Usually, Chai would've said something by now. Or at least mumbled. But he's just...staring at her. His eyes glint in the light from her screen.

"Uh...Chai?"

Another moment of silence passes. Then, with a sigh, he walks over to her bed and sits down on the edge of it, facing her.

"I know you're, like, busy with whatever when you should be sleeping...but..." He trails off. His head falls forward, hiding his face from view.

"What is it?" she asks, turning her chair toward him.

Now that he's a bit closer, she realizes that he's trembling. He's breathing kind of heavy, too. Her brow furrows.

"I, uh...I think something's wrong..." "Did you—are you sick?" "No. Not, like, um...I don't think so." "Did you get hurt or something?" "No...but, er, my chest hurts..."

Peppermint's eyes widen.

"Your chest hurts? Where specifically?"

Chai tips forward, his head touching his knees. 808 whines as she hops off of him, moving to sit next to him. His hand moves to settle on his chest—probably in answer of her question. The problem is, she can't see where exactly it's at. Not from here.

So, she gets up, sitting next to him on the bed. She reaches towards him, but stops just short of actually touching him.

"Uh—can you sit up?"

After a moment, he complies. His eyes are shut. There's a sheen of sweat on his face. Most importantly, his hand is right on top of his core. Shit.

"Pull your shirt up and lie down," she orders as she gets up to grab her tools.

He mumbles some sort of affirmative.

When Peppermint sits back down, setting her toolkit next to her, she finds 808 curled up around his head. She's purring, her eyes squeezed shut. Peppermint frowns.

She must've felt that something was wrong thanks to their connection. Which means she likely woke him up if the pain didn't.

Turning her focus to the pressing matter at hand, she scrutinizes his core. It's not broken. All of the wires are still intact. Nothing is disconnected. So that means that the core itself isn't the issue. Which can only mean one thing...

However, Chai's player seems...okay. It doesn't look damaged. It seems like it's still moving around to the beat. But she wouldn't really know. And he seems too out of it to really explain anything.

Well. Only one way to find out what's wrong.

But she has no idea what sort of affect this will have. Maybe she should find a substitute or something first. But it's not like Peppermint just has MP3 players lying around, and she's not sure if her phone would work.

But...he seemed fine without it when he woke up after what happened in the LIFT tunnels a while ago. He was a bit loopy, but that was to be expected. Then again, though, they put it back in as soon as they could...

Peppermint sighs. She can't sit here thinking about it. He's in pain. She can—hopefully—fix that.

"I'm gonna have to take your player out. If you start to feel worse or something...tell me. Scream. Whatever."

"M'kay," he mumbles.

She carefully opens the core and removes it. The light inside dims a bit, but it's still glowing. She scans his face for any signs of...anything. He slowly opens his eyes.

"Huh...that does feel weird," he says. "Does it still hurt?" "Mmm...nah. Feels, uh...funny?" "Funny like...?" "Like, uh...like...I guess...normal. My old normal." "Is that...good or bad...?" "S'fine. Doesn't hurt."

Peppermint relaxes a bit. Then, she starts analyzing the player. It doesn't take long for her to figure out the problem: it's low on battery. Almost dead low.

"Have you been charging this thing somehow?" "No...? Dunno how I would. Why?" "...It's almost dead. But it's lasted for months now." "Oh. Huh. Weird."

The battery must just be completely dying, then. Which makes sense. This thing is old as hell.

As she pops it open to get the battery out, she asks, "How long have you had this for?"

"M'player? Uh...high school. Wait, no...junior high." "And you never replaced any of the parts?" "I did, couple times, whenever it started acting funny." Her brows go up. "I thought you weren't a tech guy." "I'm not really. Just looked stuff up online." "...Right. Should've guessed."

Battery removed, she inspects it to see what kind it is. Not that she's likely to have another one around, but she probably has one with similar specs.

Getting up, she grabs a bin of batteries from her shelf. Peppermint digs through it to find a suitable replacement.

"Got it as a birthday present. Gram and Jas saved up enough to buy it for me," he says.

She pauses for a moment. "Who's Jas?"

All she gets in response is silence. She sighs. Then, she turns to look at him to make sure he didn't die or something.

Chai's still breathing. Actually, he seems to be breathing at a more regular pace compared to earlier. He's staring up at the ceiling.

808's moved. She's got her head on his shoulder. She's still purring; trying to offer what she can. Peppermint will make sure they both give her plenty of treats after this.

After finally finding a replacement battery, she gets to work on putting it into the player. She has to make a few adjustments due to this one being a different kind, but it doesn't very long.

"You still doing okay?" "Yeah. Tired..." "I'm sure. You usually aren't up this late." "Mmm...why're you still up...?" "'Cause of you." He huffs. "Before." "Work." "Mm...go to bed after this, 'kay?" Now it's her turn to huff. "I'm fine."

Not even a second later, she yawns. Chai shoots her a cheeky grin. She rolls her eyes.

New battery in, Peppermint seals the player back up. Then, she tests to see if it's working. It comes back to life quickly. So, she returns it to its spot in his core, then seals that back up. The light inside of it grows brighter and starts pulsing.

His eyes go wide. "Woah." "What? Is something wrong?" "No! Just feels...different. But like, not bad different." "...Alright. Good. Now get back to bed." "Don't mind if I do...but you better go to bed, too." She sighs. "I will, I will..."

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

(in case you haven't read it yet, click here for it!)

[prettyentertaining]

thoughts and feelings from the aa1 replay: 1-1 edition

the thing i mostly got hung up on here was how long phoenix had been working for mia. like, the way i was figuring this out is that i don't think kristoph would allow apollo to work his first case earlier than mia allowed phoenix to work his (kristoph would do everything by the book and mia is sort of running things off the cuff i think), so it has to be less than a year. maybe like, 4-5 months, which makes it reasonable that they're on friendly terms but don't know each other's backstories yet?

first thought about this: in this case phoenix's extreme nerves and shitness would be explained by the fact that he's working a case waaay earlier than most people would. i think mia (clever, ambitious mia who has her own agency at 27) would have been pushing for independence at grossberg's and i like the idea of her allowing phoenix to take the case ridiculously early because it's her agency and she's free from rigid rules here.

second thought about this: how did phoenix come to work for mia in the first place? i might be wrong but wasn't he, like, 20 during the glass-eating incident? as discussed i don't think mia would make phoenix work for 3 years before taking a case so some time has definitely passed.

with this in mind i think here is what happened: phoenix ignored all warnings that he had to find a job while finishing his degree and did not have anything lined up by graduation. he did fuck-all for months after graduating in the same way he does between cases, until his parents, who were planning to move somewhere really remote as soon as they no longer had a dependent, told him he would have to pack up his room and/or pay rent, at which point a stronger force of laziness prevailed and he started job hunting.

(side note i think phoenix's parents are the kind of people who as soon as their kid is an adult are like 'we're housemates'. i knew someone whose parents immediately moved to the most remote islands in the uk after they graduated, this is 100% what happened here, only way to explain 'phoenix never mentions his parents' vs 'it takes the fun out of phoenix Just Some Guy wright if he had a deeply traumatic childhood like everyone else in the cast'.)

anyway i think his parents were like 'you'll never get a job and you will learn the hard way' and phoenix was like 'how hard can it be' and then mia is the first person he contacts and she's just like. yeah sure why not i have enough budget for an assistant, the ate glass guy will provide some entertainment. and then it really is that easy and he goes completely unpunished for his hubris and learns nothing

[notyourordinarylife]

Sooooo, I've found myself in a bit of a slump. I figured it'd be a good time to make a follow-up post to my original about my deep dive into Thai BL (pinned post).

Huge "THANK YOU!!!!" to those of you that offered up suggestions for what to watch.

My previous watched list had me at Lovely Writer, which I absolutely loved. I did take a short break after, but followed it up with Until We Meet Again. Holy shit! I kinda wish I could have experienced watching that one live... it was so fucking good!! (And I can't wait for Between Us!!!) This may get long, but here's a list of what else I've watched, in order:

Tharntype & Tharntype2 (and whatever special episodes there were... I know this one is really controversial, but I couldn't help but fall in love them. And I'm glad I watched this before Love By Chance.)

Love By Chance & A Chance to Love (So I really liked this; I really fell in love with Perth's acting. Pete and Ae are so sweet! I love Can!!! Little baby! But TinCan took some time to warm up to, and I almost didn't watch the next series, but in the end, I'm glad I did... even if it was a bit wonky timeline wise. And Ae, the poor dear, was such a sad boy the entire time.)

Lovesick/2 (this was a pain in the ass to find a watchable version. The first season was great, but the second season was waaay too looooong; I almost gave up. Let me tell you, the only reason I even went looking for this show was because I saw the cast for ReminderS, and I'm an idiot who can't watch things out of order.... But I am glad I watched it. It seems to have been one of the flagship BLs for Thailand, and I felt it handled the stories so well.)

ReminderS (Yeah. I saw that the cast was the main four from LBC, and I really wanted to see them together in something else. I thought it was good for a three episode coda type thing for Lovesick.)

Don't Say No (I haven't finished this yet... I got about halfway through. I'll go back to it eventually because I was enjoying it. I just got distracted...)

He's Coming to Me (LOOOOOOOOVED IT! It was such a sweet show! And it was so well acted!)

Golden Blood (I debated not even mentioning it because I couldn't even get through the first episode... I wasn't really feeling it at the time, so I moved on. I am planning on trying again since I hate DNFing without even finishing the first episode of something.)

I then rewatched 2gether cuz my friend was watching it for the first time.

En Love Tossara & Love Mechanics (I watched these because they were short and had relatively good reviews. They were good. That's it haha)

My Gear & Your Gown (I don't have much to say. It was good.)

Why R U? (I've only just started this recently and am not very far into it. It seems crazy lol)

That's where I am with finished shows. I have four that I'm currently watching live: Enchanté, Something in my Room, Not Me, and Cutie Pie. Enchanté and Cutie Pie I watched from day one, Something in my Room I started when ep3 dropped, and I waited for ep6 to start Not Me. I'm not too invested in Something in my Room, but the others I can't help thinking about between episodes hahahah I'm gonna be a mess next week with the final episode of Not Me.

This got longer than I intended; lots of kudos if you made it this far!

Like I mentioned, I'm in a very unmotivated slump right now when it comes to watching a completed show... I hope it doesn't last long.

[wakaoujisenhime]

Crush me - Bokuto x reader

A/N: Ok so this has been in my WIPs for waaay too long, so I finally decided to finish it and let’s ignore that this was a fic for last year’s kinktober Hope you’ll enjoy it! (´-ω-`)

⚠️ Also a very quick and serious warning before you read the story! This scenario belongs to the category of NTR (if you’re unfamiliar with this term, please look it up or visit the link I provided in the tags bellow!!!).

Tags: Bokuto x reader ✅  smut ✅  NTR (netorare) ✅  dubcon ✅  chocking ✅  size kink ✅  semi-public sex ✅  unprotected sex ✅

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Your life couldn’t be better.

You majored in the class you’ve been interested in since forever, had a stable mini job with a friendly and very understanding boss, teachers who adored and respected you, lived in a small, cozy, and surprisingly cheap apartment near the campus’ grounds, and last but not least were in a relationship with the best partner you could’ve ever wished for. He was caring, loving, just the right amount of funny and serious, and let’s not mention just how good he was pleasing you underneath the bedsheets.

All in all, you were sure that absolutely nothing could come and disrupt your happiness...or at least that’s what you thought until that one fateful night.

One of your friends invited you and your boyfriend to the newly opened restaurant just down the street. You weren’t in the mood at first, but after having to listen to the countless praises and pleas of your classmate, you had no other choice but to agree. That night, just before the two of you went out, you debated on which outfit you were going to pick and if it weren’t for the warm hands of your lover that caressed your body ever so gently, praising it constantly and saying that no matter what kind of outfit you chose, it would suit you, you would’ve needed more than an hour to prepare...

“And here they are! Our lovely couple of the year!”

“Come now what are you two waiting for, pick a seat and join us!”

You apologized multiple times and confessed that you were to blame, but the group in front of you just brushed it off and pointed to the two empty seats next to one of the most famous volleyball players of your entire university - Hinata Shoyo. The two of you had met some months ago after he was about to accidentally join your classes and since that day you have considered him to be an irreplaceable existence in your life.

He got up from his chair and greeted you with his typical bright grin and gave you and your boyfriend a tight hug before sitting back down and handing the two of you a menu. You chose what you wanted to eat and drink rather quickly and began catching up with your athletic friend. After you two talked about the typical struggles of daily life you moved on to the topic that interested him the most: volleyball. The way he talked about that sport always made you smile. His eyes would always grow super wide and start to glisten as if he was surrounded by nothing but glitter while he jumped from one topic to the other, never finishing his initial thought, but that was what made these frequent chats so interesting for you.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, but do you remember that one awesome upperclassman I told you about?“

Hinata’s question took you by surprise, but after a short while of looking back to all of these ‘amazing seniors’ he’s mentioned to you, you finally answered: “You mean that one who taught you how to block your opponents?”

“Yes yes yes, exactly that one! You see...I actually invited him tonight and he’s already on his way!“

You suddenly froze up. For some reason, this sudden news was making you a tad anxious. That upperclassman he was talking about was once that had a major influence on Hinata’s character as well as playing style and by his constant praisings of him, he also seemed to be quite the intimidating fellow so being nervous to meet someone like that was normal, right?

While you were overthinking the imminent meeting of someone so dear to your precious friend, you completely missed the waiter who had already brought you your order, it was only after your boyfriend had gently caressed your thigh that you had come back to your senses. You gave him a small smile and just as you were about to take a bite of your dinner a sudden loud voice interrupted everybody’s conversations.

“Hey, hey, hey! Sorry guys for my delay, but my roommate just ha-”

“Bokuto-san!!”

“Hinata my dearest disciple, come here!”

Before any of you can properly react to this man’s sudden appearance he had already made his way towards your orange-haired friend who had once again gotten up from his chair and was greeting his idol with the same powerful hug he had greeted you with as well. The two of them were right behind you so turning around and facing the rumored man proved to be quite difficult as of right now. All you could do was sit tight, listen to their conversation and wait for them to either move or for Bokuto to sit himself down somewhere.

“Ah, I almost forgot! Bokuto-san this is the young woman I told you about!“

You felt the ginger-haired man put his hand on your shoulder and you took it as a signal to finally get up and properly introduce yourself. The plan was to give him your hand, squeeze it while you exchanged names, sit yourselves down, and have some small talk, but the moment you faced Hinata’s idol you were left speechless. The man in front of you was the exact definition of a giant. He was towering above you with at least a head or two, his build was almost as broad as the doorframe and even if that shirt he had on was the biggest size the shop he bought it at had, his muscles still managed to stretch it to such an extent that you worried the fabric might tear any moment now. The man’s grey hairs were an excellent accent to his bright yellow eyes and the longer you looked into them the more you felt yourself get mesmerized by his entire appearance.

“Oh, so you’re the rumored (Y/N)? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my name is Bokuto Kotaro.”

“Mhm...t-the pleasure’s all mine!“ you stuttered and immediately shook your head slightly in embarrassment. This was your dear friend’s senior and even though you wanted to make a good first impression, you couldn’t help being overwhelmed by basically everything about him. Bokuto on the other hand just grinned at you and suddenly without any warning wrapped his arms around your body in a strong embrace. At that moment it seemed as if time had stopped, you couldn’t quite explain what made you feel so different from all of these hugs you had received tonight, but the way his arms wrapped around you was making your heart beat faster than it should have and all you could think about was how you could escape his grasp.

“And this gentleman next to her is her boyfriend! He’s in a couple of my classes and we even sit next to each other sometimes!“ announced Hinata with his usually cheerful voice.

“Ooh a boyfriend, huh? I’m so jealous of you two! I wish I could finally find someone who complimented me that well like you two do!“

He finally let go of you and moved on to give your lover a similar embrace as he’d given you just some mere moments ago. While they introduced themselves to each other you just stood there motionless.

W-What was that..? Why did his embrace feel s-so...so different?

——

Everyone had received their food by now and was focused on their chat while you on the other hand couldn’t even concentrate on the stories your boyfriend told you about. You caught yourself looking into Bokuto’s direction multiple times and your thoughts constantly wandered to the moment he had wrapped his arms around your body. It was but a matter of time for your lover to notice your absentmindedness and call you out on it.

“Hey, sweetheart...is something the matter?”

“H-Hm? No, everything’s alright, don’t worry!”

He didn’t believe your excuse, but he decided not to pry any further and he simply caressed the back of your palm instead. You smiled and gripped his hand as a sign of appreciation. Suddenly, you felt someone’s foot gently rub against your own which made you jump ever so slightly. Your eyes immediately darted to the man next to you, afraid that he’d resume his interrogation, but he was too busy talking to your friend who sat right next to him and had missed your small jump. A relieved sigh escaped you, but unfortunately, the other person’s leg continued brushing against your own and you hated admitting it, but you had a hunch who it could be there was only one certain individual that came in question.

Bokuto.

And you were right. The moment you turned your head to the side a pair of piercing yellow eyes stopped you mid-movement with their intensity. You returned his glance with a stern expression that underlined your confusion but demanded some answers at the same time. The corner of his mouth turned upright as he slowly leaned himself back on his chair, the movement causing his muscles to flex underneath his shirt. Embarrassed as you were by the entire situation you averted your gaze for a mere second but something convinced you to look back at him.

Big mistake.

His eyes had seemingly never left your person and the moment you had fixated your stare back to him, he used to chance to lick his lips while one of his hands slowly ran down his abdomen, down to his nether regions. The man’s other hand lazily came down to his unused fork, which was still lying on top of his napkin, and began to carefully push it towards the table’s edge. Your eyes widened as you slowly started realizing what this man planned on doing, yet all you could do was sit there and watch the silverware fall. He grinned at you as he whispered a small ‘oops’, bent down, and disappeared from your vision.

H-He isn’t seriously thinking of...

Uncertainty dominated your thoughts and with a panicked expression, you looked to your left and then to your right, making sure that no one was looking in your or his direction. Meanwhile, Bokuto had used your paranoia to his advantage and had closed the distance to your legs. His big hand took a gentle hold of your ankle, squeezed it lightly, and slowly moved up to your calf, your knee, and finally to your thigh. A big grin appeared on his face as he noticed how you instinctively closed the small gap between your legs. Your attempt to stop his antics proved to be quite ineffective against someone like him since he simply brought his second hand up to your thighs as well, gripped your kneecaps, and tried to once again spread them apart. And that was the last straw you needed before you suddenly stood up and almost knocked your chair over. This time a lot of the guests looked in your direction and much to your surprise Hinata was the first one to speak up.

“You gave me quite the scare there, are you alright (Y/N)?”

With a visibly forced smile, you told your friend that you had just remembered something quite urgent and that you wanted to take care of it. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend wasn’t as gullible as the others and he immediately saw through your lie. He took a hold of your hand and asked you in a rather hushed voice what was going on with you tonight. While you tried to find a suitable excuse for your behavior, Bokuto used the commotion to return to his seat and act as if he was equally as confused as the others, but his eyes never even once left your person and stalked you until you had finally left the establishment.

——

You sighed in exhaustion and slumped against the brick wall of the building you just exited. This was supposed to be a normal night out with your boyfriend and some friends and yet look at what happened. At the thought of how Hinata’s idol had behaved throughout the entire evening you couldn’t help but be reminded of the moment he had first met and embraced you, his mighty arms squeezing you ever so slightly. Your mind unconsciously wandered to how good and different his body had felt in comparison to your lover’s, just being pressed against his trained torso, having his big hands roam your legs and the way he clawed your kneecap to spread you apart just-

W-What the hell am I thinking about..?! I need to stop this right now!

While you were still mad at your inappropriate thoughts, you had missed the shadow that was slowly creeping up toward your direction. What ultimately brought you back to the present was how someone placed their hands on your shoulders and squeezed them tightly while pulling your upper body towards their muscular one. You got scared of course, but the low chuckle that followed the moment your hands darted to your surprise attacker’s wrists made you tense up for an entirely different reason. Throughout tonight’s dinner, you had heard that same low laugh countless times and the man it belonged to was none other than the one you ran away from mere moments ago.

“Now now, there’s no need to be that cautious around me, now is there?“

You glared up into the piercing pair of yellow eyes that looked down at you in amusement while his palms slowly made their way down to your chest. Before you could even think about struggling, the man held onto your chin and jerked it upward as he suddenly began kissing your lips. It took you a short while to realize what he’d just done and during that timeframe, Bokuto had already shoved his tongue inside of your mouth and began lightly caressing your exposed neck. Unfortunately, you came to your senses quicker than he would’ve preferred and you even managed to bite his lip and interrupt the kiss in the process.

“Heh, not bad”

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You were now facing the man in front of you and the way he stood there showed no remorse whatsoever if anything he enjoyed this entire situation while you on the other hand were fuming.

“Aww come on it was but a simple kiss and nothing more. He’ll never find out about it and even if he does feel free to blame me for it, I promise I’ll play along!”

Just what does this man take me for? How bold can he even be?

“Do you even hear what kind of nonsense you’re spouting right now? You want me to play along with your advances, cheat on my boyfriend with a person I barely even know, and then blame you for it? Surely there must be a boundary to your audacity!”

You intended to continue scolding him, but the grey-haired young man didn’t come here for you to give him a tongue-lashing and nag him as his roommate did daily, so after a couple of minutes he decided to cut your monologue short by taking a tight hold of your neck and shoving your back once again against the wall.

“Listen up sweetheart...I’d like to continue standing around while you scold me with that adorable pouty expression of yours, but our time together is already limited enough so I need you to stop talking and start moaning.”

As if to emphasize what he’d just said, Bokuto shoved his knee right between your legs and rubbed it up to your crotch. You tried to tell him off once again but all that came from you were mere stutters which even you couldn’t decipher. His gaze was so gentle and loving even though he was choking the entirety of your lungs’ air out of you. He also didn’t budge even the slightest as your nails dug into the back of his palms, desperately trying to loosen his grip to no avail. Your vision was slowly fading to black, your legs lost strength but just as you were about to collapse right before his eyes he immediately let go of your throat and let your limp body fall right into his broad chest.

“There there, I’m sorry I had to be rough with you, but I’ll make up for it, ok?”

He planted a kiss on your temple as his hands slowly made their way down to your buttocks, taking a tight hold of each cheek and spreading them apart as much as your clothes allowed him to. While you were still trying to catch your breath he had already stripped your lower body and exposed it to the cold night air, which immediately caused countless goosebumps to adorn your shaky legs.

“N-No wait, stop.”

“Shh, it’s going to be ok, just leave yourself to me..”

Before you could protest yet another time you felt something thick press against your lower belly. Your eyes grew wide, your mouth opened and closed yet no sound came out from it and no matter how much you tried to glance down and see what this thing was that pulsated ever so slightly against you, Bokuto’s fingers had such a tight grip on your chin that it kept you in place and gave you good to no opportunity to confirm your suspicions. The sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down were the final hints you needed to affirm your fears from before. Merely a moment later you felt his warm and hard shaft rub right between the crack of your legs, spreading your labia apart. His tip aligned with your entrance and tried to push through your tight walls, a plan that was doomed to fail due to his thickness and your obvious lack of arousal.

“Haa...seems like we won’t be getting far that way.”

With a rather frustrated expression, Bokuto looked down at you, sighed, and turned your body around by taking a hold of your waist. While you were still trying to fill your lungs with air again the man behind you spit on his shaft and rubbed himself off to make the insertion less painful for you. The moment he readied himself to finally penetrate your insides, you snapped back to reality.

“Do not even think about putting your dick inside of me without a condom.”

“So if I had one, you’d be ok with it?”

You glared back at him hoping that it would awaken his common sense, but it, unfortunately, didn’t, it encouraged him even more. You felt how his wet tip slowly slid past your entrance, the girth of his head alone spread your hole apart more than you were used to.

“Damn you’re tight...you sure that this isn’t your first time?”

“O-Of course it isn’t! You are j-just ridiculously big!”

The man grinned and thanked you for the compliment as he thrust his hips forward so that at least his tip had penetrated your insides. Even though he hadn’t entered you completely yet, you already felt full and despite the fact that he had misunderstood your comment about his size you truly began to wonder if this wasn’t your first time. Bokuto tried to push himself further in, but with the way you tightened up around him, he quickly realized that he’d have to put in a little bit more effort to make you aroused enough. With that thought in mind, he brought his hand around your body, placed his fingertip on your clit, and began to softly rub it, the unexpected rush of pleasure caused you to unintentionally jerk your hips back, pushing his cock further in. You moaned as you tried to keep your legs as steady as you possibly could, careful to not take any more of that monster inside of you.

“Damn sweetheart I’m not even completely inside and you’re already letting out such sexy moans...you should be more careful if you want me to control myself.”

The sudden warning surprised you, but the way his deep voice had hissed that partly triggered something in you. Your boyfriend usually treated you pretty gentle and sometimes he’d treated you a bit rougher than what you were used to, but he’d never really lost his composure up until the point he’d wreck your insides, so you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.

“Hey hey...don’t tell me you’re thinking of someone else while I’m the one inside of you.”

You remained silent, which was confirmation enough that that’s exactly what you had done. It was understandable really, but it still pissed the grey-haired man off, and now that he was irritated he’d make sure to fuck all the thoughts of men other than him away. And with that newfound determination, he took a hold of your arms, pulling them back towards him as he slapped his hips hard against your rear, burying himself balls-deep inside of you. Before your loud moan could escape your lips Bokuto let go of your arm and placed his hand right on top of your mouth, muffling your whiny voice. The position the two of you were stuck in right now was uncomfortable for him to devour you like he wanted to, so he proceeded to wrap his other arm around you as well, squeezing your body closer to his.

And there it was again, that odd feeling you had when he’d first embraced you returned. Your heartbeat quickened and your insides tightened up, which caused the man behind you to groan next to your ear.

“You like that baby girl? Do you enjoy being manhandled like that?”

He leaned back, your legs getting lifted from your height difference while his hips’ movements sped up and since you weren’t able to stand properly the only means of him to support you was to hold you even tighter. Unfortunately, the man’s mind was clouded by pleasure, and thanks to that he couldn’t quite control the amount of strength he used on you, and unbeknownst to him, his muscular arms were slowly but surely obstructing your airways. This choking feeling should’ve been painful for you and mixed with the fact that right now he was rearranging your insides despite you having a boyfriend, it felt strangely good and...fulfilling.        

What is even wrong with me...? I shouldn’t be feeling this good and yet why...?

Your glassy eyes stared at his buff arm which was pressing against your breasts and the way some of the veins along it popped up every time his hips collided with your plush ass. Every time your body was about to slip away from his grasp he’d buckle his pelvis upwards, his cock’s engorged head brushed past that one particular spot inside of you that unleashed wave after wave of pleasure and pushed you further and further towards that blissful release you so badly wanted to hold back. No matter how much effort you put into hiding your moans, your insides told the man all he needed to know.

“You’re about to cum aren’t you? But I won’t let you,” he hisses next to your ear as he reduces his speed, “not until you tell me how you’d like my cock to ruin you.”      

Of course, he wouldn’t make it easy for you, why should he? Seeing someone who was already in a relationship tremble from his efforts was a true bliss indeed, but more than that he’d wanted to ruin you completely so that neither you nor your boyfriend had the chance to recover your messed up body and he knew just the right way to do it. You were so dangerously close to reaching climax so if he started edging or teasing you right now you’d break quite quickly, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying as making you cum from the high feeling of getting chocked by his trained muscles.

“Come now...be a good girl for me and tell me already. You’re way too close and I’d really like to avoid any punishment that might occur if you cum without my permission.”

D-Damn you...

He was right though. You were too close and stopping now would’ve killed you, not only that but the quicker this was over the faster you could return to your boyfriend. With that excuse in mind, you closed your eyes and opened your mouth: “I-I...want you to- ah! C-Crush–“

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You immediately froze up as you heard the familiar voice of none other than your lover. All that build-up pleasure vanished and was replaced by an indescribable fear.

“What do you mean? I’m just taking a smoke, nothing more. What about you?”

“Oh, I just...wanted to check up on my girlfriend since she had some business to take care of.”

W-What...?

It seemed like your boyfriend was talking to one of your friends just around the corner and as soon as that realization hit you, a wave of relief washed through your body.

“Do you have any idea how tight you got when you heard your man’s voice?” whispered the husky and familiar voice of Bokuto as he ran his palm down to your puffed clit. “I wonder if you can get even tighter than that...shall we try out what kind of reaction you’ll have when I cum inside of you?”

“Y-You wouldn’t!”

“Oh really? Then let me show you just what I’m capable of.”

And with that he finally loosened his grip on your body, bringing both of his hands to your hips, and began moving them up and down rapidly while his thrusts matched the quick pace. The way he held you now allowed the perfect curve of his cock to hit that one sensitive spot inside of you with tremendous accuracy and now when you truly had to be as silent as possible you just couldn’t hold your voice back entirely so some whiny moans and heavy gasps managed to escape your mouth. While you were having such a hard but pleasurable time, Bokuto was living his best life.

The moment he’d first laid his eyes on you something inside of him clicked and the only thought that occupied his mind was to make you his, but as soon as he embraced you that simpleminded thought distorted into a more feral one. The way you perfectly fitted into his strong arms and the slight tremble that had shot through your body the moment he’d squeezed you ever so gently made him long for the sight of seeing you get crushed by him in every possible aspect. When Hinata introduced some nobody as your boyfriend he really couldn’t have cared less. Judging by the difference in physique only, that man could never make you feel as good as Bokuto could and the grey-haired man knew that, making it his business to prove you just that. And look where that got him. He was now messing up that same woman’s insides, namely yours.

“We should gradually come to an end, what do you think?”

The grin on his face widened as he saw just how much you were struggling to give him an answer, you were busy enough with trying to keep your voice down and formulating entire sentences, so him asking you something exactly at that time was yet another cunning example of his behavior.

“N-Not...a-ah! ...insid- ah!”

“So you want me to dirty the alley just like any other random person? That’s not very nice of you, you know?...No, I’ll make sure to cum so deep inside of you that you’ll never get it out, so make sure to keep your sweet little pussy tight for me, ok?”

And with that, he began thrusting like a madman who’d been deprived of any sexual activity for the longest time and all you could do was whine pathetically while the unsuccessful release from earlier slowly reawakened. You glanced ever so often to your left where you still heard the meaningless chat of your lover and your friend. Being this close to an orgasm and having some other man planning to come inside you should’ve made you feel bad or worried, but at this point, all those thoughts had no place inside of your mind, all of them were dirtied by Bokuto.

Speaking of him, his grip around your hips had tightened while his thrusts had lost some of their accuracy and were now sloppier than before it didn’t change the amount of pleasure you felt from it. And just some thrusts later the man buried himself balls-deep inside of you, his cum spurting right against the entrance to your womb. The way the warm liquid felt against your deepest part made you shudder and your orgasm finally hit you.

“Fuck...!” he swore silently and grabbed one of your asscheeks tightly, spreading it just enough to watch how your cum stained his veiny shaft and observe the lewd way your pussy twitched around his cock. You were still trembling and trying to take a hold of something that could support your wobbly legs and the only thing you could think of were the arms of the man who was filling you up. While you were still blank-minded and drowning in the aftershocks of your orgasm, Bokuto began planting soft kisses on your sweaty neck while his hands wandered up to your stomach.

“You must be quite full, huh?” he whispered next to your ear and nibbled on your earlobe afterward.

After pulling his cock out and putting it back where it belonged he took another look at you and tried to imprint it into his memory. Even though he couldn’t completely crush you this time he was confident that he’d succeed on another day, knowing fully well that he’d corrupted you this much...

[bronybusfare]

[Disclaimer]

I know it’s waaay past V-Day, but after recently finishing Shadowbringers, I couldn’t help but think about Alisaie’s slightly noticble hints of affection. I wanted to make this just because I love her interactions, and trust me, there is more to come! Also, this is my first attempt at fanfics, so if there’s anything wrong or possibly missing, go ahead and say, and I’ll try to fix it!

PART 1

Alisaie x WoL

It’s Valentiones Day in Eorzea, and it truly shows. Cherry blossoms blooming in New Gridania, the Songbirds performing in Ul’dah, and the overwhelming smell of roses in Limsa Lominsa. Being the Warrior of Light/Darkness, things like this you don’t typically have time for, but this times an exception.

After so many years of adventures, times have been a bit smoother for you and the scions, giving you more time to spend with the others, more so with the Leveilleur twins. Though you can’t help but feel like something will happen, for now you try to push it to the back of your mind, and let yourself try to relax.

During these times, thanks to G’raha Tia, Y’shtola, and Urianger’s combined knowledge, they were successful in making it possible to return to the First with mind, body, and soul together, much like you can with no issue. It’ll be common to see Thancred, Y’shtola, and G’raha return for the day to see Ryne, Runar, and Lyna respectively.

Thancred would tell Ryne about Eorzea and all its vastly different normalities compared to Norvrandt, and would occasionally bring food or special drinks with him for her to try. Ryne one day dreams to see Eorzea, though knowing that may take a while longer to happen.

Y’shtola would immediately return to slitherborough and re-converse with everyone, while Runar continually tries to keep her to stay. She always has shown a soft side to Runar, and can’t help but consider staying, but overall knows it’s best to stay in the Source. Runar will tend to give her unique flowers to bring back to the Source, to always remember him in rough times, knowing the Nights Blessed will always await her return with open arms.

G’raha on the other hand would take Lyna to special places only he knew about, being that they were his time of peace when he wasn’t at the Crystal Tower as acting Exarch, and would always surprise her with something only he knew she’d love, such as new dancer arms sold from Ishgard, or a small nic-nac from Kugane. Honestly, she doesn’t mind all these little gifts, but what Lyna values more is the time she can spend with the Miqo’te, even if it would be a short time.

Alphinaud and Alisaie would check in for a few minutes on Halric and the other patients in Amh Araeng, then make a quick stop to check up on Chai-Nuzz and the other Inhabitants of Kholusia.

Urianger would stay behind back in Mor Dhona to help Krile and Tataru with anything they needed, leaving you to keep close eyes on any strange activities in Eorzea.

This time was different though, as Alisaie stayed behind with you and Urianger, leaving Alphinaud to do the routine check-ups. Normally you wouldn’t think different of it, but you begin to notice Alisaie acting stranger and stranger around you, as if she was afraid of being close to your persons. You consult Urianger about the strange going-on with her, and he simply smiles.

“Think my friend, does thou not know the times of days recent?”

You excuse yourself from any further interactions to explore the different items being sold in Mor Dhona. You begin thinking about what he says while you browse the shops, and notice Alisaie looking at what looks like jewelry. As she picks up a exquisite looking ring, you call out to her.

“Hey, Alisaie!”

Her head shoots up from the ring and looks your way. Her face begins to turn red, and she begins to panic, quickly puts the ring back before you stand directly in front of her.

“O-Oh, WoL, I wasn’t expecting to see you here! W-What’s up? Whatcha doin’? Lookin’ for anything special?”

You notice she begins to sweat profusely, and face reddening more and more.

“Are you ok, Alisaie? Your’re turning red.” You ask with a great deal of concern.

“Y-Yeah, d-definitely! 100%! Perfectly fine! Just fine!” She immediately replies. Alisaie then begins to slowly move backwards. “Listen, I’ve got this.....thing I gotta do....over there.....far that way. See you later!”

She sprints off in a hurry without any hesitation, leaving nothing but dust in her wake. You tilt your head in both confusion and concern, eventually moving on to look at the remaining shops. Not long later, you return to the Rising Stones, to see the others returned from the First.

“Ah, WoL! Glad to see you haven’t gone off on another quest”, G’raha says with a hint of playfulness in his words. “Anything to report?”

You shake your head in disagreement, and proceed to continue thinking about Alisaie.

Y’shtola notices your concerned look, and converses with you.

“What’s wrong, WoL? Is something bothering you? You seem lost in thought”.

With a bit of worry, you begin to tell the others about your recent interactions with Alisaie, and everyone begins to slightly chuckle.

“Well my friend”, Alphinaud begins, struggling to hold back a laugh, “I believe I may know about your situation”.

Alphinaud begins to explain to you about how some Valetione works, and continues with how people act differently around others, more so than other days. He then explains that Alisaie is in the same situation, with you being the person in question.

As if timing couldn’t be better, you suddenly hear the door open and turn to see Alisaie coming through it.

“Sorry I’m late. I had a bit of a run-in with Wa.....”

She stops and looks to everyone all looking back at her, including you. Her face begins to turn as red as a tomato. “I just remembered, I-Ive got somewhere to be!” and quickly slams the door shut behind her.

“See? My point have been proven yet again.” Alphinaud says triumphantly. You turn to see everyone else nodding.

Without thinking, you ask

“Does Alisaie have feelings....for me?”

“I’m most surprised thou dids not suspect of this earlier”, Urianger says. “‘Tis not surprising to us, but thou must not be oblivious to such notable changes of mistress Alisaie’s usual demeanour”.

You shrug with a somewhat unknowing look, slightly blushing, but not enough to be noticed.

“Well, now the cats outta the bag. What are you goin’ todo ‘bout it?” Thancred asks without hesitation.

You begin to think about a way to return her feelings. “I might have a suggestion, if you don’t mind” G’raha begins, with a hint of confidence in his voice.

He turns to the female scion. “Y’shtola, do you remember if Alisaie have ever been to Costa del Sol?”

Y’shtola thinks for a moment, then realizes where G’raha is getting too.

“As a matter of fact, I believe she’s only been there roughly once or twice. As I recall, is the Valentiones festival not happening there this year?”

G’raha Tia then nods his head in agreement.

“Why yes, it is. I believe that may be our perfect opportunity to get both WoL and Alisaie in the same place, hopefully without another “awkward” situation.”

You start to have a more noticeable blush in your face, but you whole-heartedly agree with G’raha Tia’s plan.

“Excellent”, he happily chirps. “Tataru, would it be possible to make some reservations for a few days stay at the resort?”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle! Leave it to me!”

Tataru happily walks off, with a small hop and skip in her movement. Krile follows shortly behind, hoping to give a bit of help to her fellow Lalafell.

“Now that that’s done”, G’raha turns to Y’shtola and Urianger once more. “Would it be possible for you two to keep miss Alisaie occupied for a while? I believe it’s time to put some cooking skills Lyna helped me with to the test.”

Y’shtola and Urianger nod and head off to find Alisaie. Thancred decides to tag along, just to see what happens.

“Alphinaud, I have a special request for you.”

The young Elezen turns to G’raha. “Of course, I can do anything in my power to help.”

“You’ve obviously been the closest to Alisaie for the longest time. Would you happen to know what kind of chocolate she likes?”

“Why of course” Alphinaud began with a full smile across his face, moving to the kitchen. “I used to make it for her whenever she felt down. It was a special mix of white chocolate and crushed cookie crumbs.”

G’raha Tia has a smile of his own now. “Then if it’s not too much trouble, would you please help WoL and myself make it? I personally would rather make them home made, than a special request. It would be more romantic if WoL made it, as well.”

“Do you even need to ask?” Alphinaud says, as he’s already putting on an apron and washing his hands. “Shall we?”

End of part 1

[evelinamox]

Speak Your Truth

Quick note: I am trying to practice writing faster and with less detail so to try avoiding taking a week to share one piece. Let me know what you guys think of this compared to any of my older works.

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Solomon had a idea to have a party with everyone in The House of Lamentation. Rightfully so everyone was pretty suspicious of the idea except for Asmo.. or perhaps Asmo's love for a good time blinded him from the suspicious request.

It took less than a day for Asmo to have everyone on board, create plans, and even pick out party snacks with a spiked punch bowl.

Being a simple house party most everyone went casual, except Asmo of course who wore the chicest outfit he could pull together between planning and implementing.

There was music, some casual hanging around, drinking, even Simeon and Luke came, though Luke obviously would've sooner tried eating Solomon's food before actually spending time around so many demons. Asmo did make sure to set aside some more suitable drinks for the young-un.

"Yo MC!" Mammon shouted while sauntering up to MC, his face blush from the drinks. He sloppily threw a arm over MCs arm, giving a cheesy smile. "I have a idea for ya, but ya need to meet me outside, aight?"

MC caught off guard by Mammon's actions blushed as his face got closer while his cocky smirk got bigger. "Uh. Yeah sure." MC said while ducking out from under his heavy arm, causing him to stumble forward a bit.

Mammon then stepped off pretending he was unfazed, then tried to sneak out without Asmo noticing.

As MC waited for the ten minutes to pass she spotted Asmo tugging at Lucifers arm, trying to get him to dance, and Lucifer looked two seconds away from strangling the younger brother.

Taking the opportunity MC left and met Mammon whom was chilling with a glass in one hand and a cigarette in another. Once he spotted MC he stomped out the cigarette and placed his drink on a fence post. "MC! Glad ya accepted my invite! Why would ya turn down some alone time with The Great Mammon though!" He laughed a bit obnoxiously, but his slightly slurred speech sounded funny enough that it earned a laugh.

"Woah, you've partied waaay harder than I have." MC teased, grabbing his drink from him then having a sip. "What'd ya need me out here for?"

Mammon pulled MC close by the hip then rested there to hold them in place. "That Solomon guy has been makin eyes at ya. I'm yer first guy, and I say he doesn't get to do that!"

MC burst out laughing at his claim. "Is that so? What's your plan to stop him? Take his eyes?"

A devilish smirk spread across his face at the idea, but instead he brought his face closer. "Can do that next, for now I wanna see what ya taste like."

"Wait, wh-!" Before the question could be finished, his lips crashed into MCs in a hasty manner.

He wasted no time for his tongue to push through, meeting and intertwining with MCs.

The taste cigarettes and punch never tasted so good.

Seeing he wasn't rejected, the liquid courage already pushing Mammon became even bolder. Grabbing MC by the ass he picked them up and sat them on the fence to have them closer to level. The change in height caused MC to rap their legs around him, and pushing deeper into the kiss.

Mammon pulled back for air, then instead trailed kisses down till his mouth met a obvious spot on MCs throat, then began sucking while tantalizing the skin with his tongue.

MC let out a small moan, but after a moment started lightly pushing Mammon away. "Can we continue later? Someone must've noticed our absence by now."

Though he would've usually been disappointed, Mammon beamed down at the love-bite he left on MC. "I did what I wanted to, sweet cheeks. But ya already offered to do more later. Ya can't take it back, got it!"

"Course not, I'll meet you inside." MC smirked at him before going back inside.

Upon sneaking back inside MC noticed almost everyone was enjoying the festivities. Everyone except the other human Solomon, whom looked amused seeing the state MC was now in.

Solomon strode to clear the distance until he was casually standing next to MC but looking out at the group. "Seems everyone is having fun, even you." He poked fun.

"Not everyone, Luke looks like he's rather die." MC deflected while doing a nod in Luke's direction. Poor kid was obviously angry, not that it was really an environment for a kid anyways.

His eyes fell upon Mammon not-so-stealthily sneaking back in from the other side of the room, gaining the attention of Lucifer. "He'll be gone before the next event starts, then everyone will be having fun."

Solomon then left with those words hanging in the air, he made his way to the angel.

Every time he talked with MC he tend to leave more unanswered questions than anything else.

Shortly after Luke was gone, a strange feeling best described as a tingling sensation overcame everyone in the room, except for one smirking Solomon in the corner of the room, slowly turning the music down.

First one to give into the compelling urge to admit to something was Belphie. Rubbing his eye before standing from his seat he was resting on. He let out a yawn before giving a devious smile. "I once snuck into Lucifers room to sleep in his bed. I didn't like it but I wanted to leave my scent in his room to piss him off!." The room was filled with chuckles as everyone including Simeon was laughing. The only one not laughing was Lucifer.

Lucifer opened his mouth, about to reprimand his brother when suddenly the spell took over, causing him to admit to his own secret. "Diavolo gave me a unicorn after that sticker was created, and he has pictures of me riding it."

As soon as the sentence ended Lucifer was so pale he may as well have been a ghost. In a fit of rage and embarrassment he took to his demon form and took off before the guests could comprehend what he just said.

Almost in unison the whole party erupted in laughter. Satan was clutching his sides from laughing so hard, Mammon was howling, Belphie crying, Levi literally rolling on the floor.

When the eruption finally died back down, it became Levi couldn't hold it in any longer. "If you guys knew what I've done to some of my figurines..."

Satan quickly cut in before Levi could add in any detail. "Oh we know, we just don't want to address a disgusting disaster like that."

"I don't get it.." MC confessed, earning a concerned look from everyone, especially a disgusted Simeon.

"Because I love ya, yer best off not knowin!" Mammon attempted you assure MC on the subject.

Everyone gasped and MC looked down in embarrassment while Mammon covered his mouth.

Just as everyone was about to lay in on Mammon and make him regret his forced admission, it was unexpectedly Beelzebubs turn to divulge a untold event. A look of disappointment plaguing his face. "I almost ate a thong that was hidden in my spaghetti. I didn't know it was there till I choked on it."

Most of the people present were snickering at the information except for Belphie whom looked genuinely concerned for his twin, and Mammon who still was recovering from his confession was now fighting the need to admit something new.

Quickly losing to the urge, Mammon couldn't hold in a secret. "I was the one that put it there!" He yelled, looking as though he felt physical relief from giving in.

"Don't tell me.." Asmo gasped, a hand on his chest in shock. "I've been missing one of my trophies but I thought one of my other lovers took it out of jealousy!"

"So that's why I saw him shoving something in his pocket while leaving your room!" MC quickly added.

Asmo looked MC up and down, clapping his hands together, ready for some gossip. "Though I want them back, I want to know more about you darling! Especially about WHO left that mark on you, and why it wasn't me!"

MC's eyes grew wide at the question. There was a sudden ball of magic pushing into their back as though pressuring to answer honestly. "Mammon did!"

"Oh honey! You're kidding!" He laughed while playfully slapping at MCs arm, "Really, who did it!"

"It really was Mammon! And I'm planning to do more with him tonight!" MC gasped along with everyone else.

Panicking MC grabbed their head and yelled "Make it stop! This is so not fair!"

End note:

Satan knew early on that it was a truth spell Solomon must've used as it had similar effects to when he tried using it on Lucifer years ago. People weren't happy to find out he was immune to it because he performed it before.

[faelune-home]

FFXIV Write 2020 #10: Avail

(A/N: Based on the interpretation of the word “to be of use or value”, I took this opportunity to look at my miqo WoL’s willingness to help others and her own thoughts on being the soldier on command. Contrary to everyone saying she’s being used or treated as expendable - Fray included, since she’s dabbled in the darkness lol - she’s actually more than happy to help if she think she’s making someone happier or their time easier.

It’s something a lot of players tend to pick at and complain about, whenever the story makes us do small chores cos “we’re the warrior of light but the story just nudge nudges and jokes that we’re pushovers”, and it comes up in the DRK storyline as well. This isn’t a critique of the DRK line tho, I still really enjoyed the writing there. But I will say for miqo!Fufu, while maybe there’s some frustration or minor resentment, its waaay deep down, and she’s otherwise genuinely just happy to help.

Doesn’t stop the ever helpful Fray from bringing out an uncharacteristic anger in her anyway.

Set during early Heavensward after the Halatali rescue, no direct spoilers alluded to. I allude to two other fanfics I’ve done tho - only briefly, not necessary to read - the previous “Muster” prompt fic and a fic from June pre-ffxivwrite.

Word count: 1351

@ffxiv-writers)

To be free of Halatali’s claustrophobic halls, especially after the poisoned mists that had assailed them, felt like true relief. Even Raubahn, hobbling as he was and half leaning between Yugiri and Fufu for support, had an air of ease about him. Alphinaud prepped his grimoire all the same, ready to provide aid to the man. For the moment at least, before considering any further moves, they could be at peace.

They waited some time, with Yugiri dictating orders to her shinobi in pursuit of the Braves, until at last she returned to them, frustration plain on her face. “My apologies, Master Alphinaud. My shinobi can no longer find any trace of them.”

The elezen grit his teeth, biting back a curse. How he wished Ilberd could finally be caught and made to answer for his crimes. Instead, he let out a huff, saying, “As regrettable as that is to hear, I thank you and your men for their work. We owe you a debt for all you have done.”

Yugiri shook her head. “You owe us nothing. It is we that still owe you and your companions so much for granting us shelter and work. This is us continuing to repay you for your kindness.”  She bowed, then with a glance at the haggard hyur seated on the old coliseum steps, she added, “I shall take over the general’s care until we make to leave. You can rest.”

With the general being tended to, Alphinaud sought instead to join the Warrior of Light, who stood at the other entrance to the plaza, her hands unusually stiff on her hips and her tail swishing back and forth roughly.

“Might I lend an ear for whatever troubles you?” he asked. Her ear flicked before she turned to face him, her mouth set in a firm line.

“I take it there’s no sign of him?” she asked back, glancing behind him. Her shoulders drooped when he frowned and shook his head.

“Unfortunately not.” 

Her tail lashed again. “Dammit. I wish he’d just get caught and stay caught. We had him cornered and then he slipped out.”

“I share the sentiment, my friend, I truly do. Ilberd has been quite the thorn so far for both of us,” the younger boy said.

“I didn’t like what he said in there,” she stated, catching Alphinaud off guard for a spell.

“All that talk about me being used, like he knows a damn thing about me,” she scowled. The boy frowned, trying to ignore the guilty feeling gnawing at his gut. He wouldn’t speak over her now, even if he felt some truth to his former charge’s words. If only because he’d promised his friend that he wouldn’t continue to blame himself for the events of that night or his former actions.

Unaware of her company’s silence, Fufu continued, “I don’t like how he talks like we’re some kindred spirits, like I’m somehow shackled by my responsibilities and can’t go off doing anything else. I choose to follow orders ‘cos I know I’m helping people. Every little thing, every tedious act. Just ‘cos I’m the Warrior of Light doesn’t mean I’m suddenly above some menial work!” A growl had seeped into her words as she ranted, and what almost looked like a flash of red in her eye, startling Alphinaud such that he unwillingly stepped back from the woman. He didn’t know she was capable of such...fire.

As though suddenly conscious of her tone, Fufu winced, her ears flattening against her head as she said, “I mean, I said it to you, didn’t I? It’s not about being used, it's just ‘cos everyone else has better plans than me. It's better to follow them. I don’t mind.” She trailed off, brows knit together with worry.

He simply nodded, in response to her first question directed at him. A pregnant pause grew between them, neither ready to burst the bubble. A caw sounded in the distance, and closer was Raubahn’s hacking coughs.

She finally spoke again, still worried looking, but a lot calmer too; her tail no longer lashed violently and her shoulders were less tense. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get that worked up. I just...I don’t like when everyone else talks like I have no say in this. Like I’m being jerked around and toyed with. I know you tend to guilt trip a lot lately about how you treated me like a soldier always on call--”

Alphinaud winced, yet before he could say anything or do anything, she instantly flicked his forehead, prompting a hissed, “Ow!” from him before she leaned in, smirking in her usual playful manner, “And that’s not your cue to start again now.” Despite his irritation at the unprompted attack, he couldn’t help but give a small smile back.

“--Anyway, where was I? Just ‘cos I was at your beck and call or whatever doesn’t matter. I was happy to do it ‘cos I thought I was helping and making a difference, and if I really didn’t like what was happening or didn’t want to do something, I could’ve said so.” With a final huff and a firm nod, she finished, arms folded against her chest.

“I’ll ignore the unnecessary assault and simply say this; your candor is refreshing my friend. And although you didn’t wish me to mention it, I do have to say that your own willingness to follow orders doesn’t then forgive my attitude about it. I’m not saying this to have another ‘guilt trip’, as you would put it. Rather I would follow your example and simply acknowledge the facts.”

Fufu pouted, a flash of frustration in her wide purple eyes. “Fine, you can have that. But then also acknowledge that you know better now and are growing from it. Right now.”

Amused at her insistence, he nodded. “Very well. For all my esteemed education, there is still much and more for me to learn, and I can still improve.”

Her ear flicked, and her eyebrow raised, but rather than question his phrasing, she smiled and said, “That’s good. No amount of fancy learning means you know everything in the world. Even if you knew more than me.” 

She laughed, “The closest thing to any scholarly learning I’ve had is asking the other Scions to teach me fancy words I didn’t know. I almost panicked thinking I’d be letting people down if I didn’t know any big long words in mission briefings.”

Despite her levity, mention of their missing comrades brought a heavy air over the boy, smile falling and his gaze turning to the ground. Noticing his shift in mood, Fufu placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and murmured, “We’ll find them. We have so many people looking for them now, the Flames and Yugiri’s shinobi. We’ll look under every rock if we have to, literally.”

“I know you’re right,” he sighed, “There can only be so many places to look.” He stood straighter, trying to look more assured. Turning to see the Auri woman helping Raubahn to his feet, he said, “The general appears ready to move on. I would like to give him another look over myself before we make for Camp Drybone to procure transport to Vesper Bay.”

Fufu nodded. “Alrighty. I need a moment, but I’ll keep an eye out here until we head off.” Alphinaud tipped his head to the side, curious, however he didn’t pry. He made his way back to their companions, now joined by the shinobi scouts, yet couldn’t help but peek back over his shoulder.

The miqo’te stood, frowning deeply at her hand, gripped tightly around something he couldn’t see clearly. The late Thanalan sun, dipping lower in the sky, caught the item, a harsh orange glint shining back at him.

Curiosity truly piqued now, he almost considered returning to her side. But he shook his head and stayed firm, continuing as he was. As her friend, he should allow her her privacy. After all, with all the work to be done in Ul’dah, when will they have another moment of peace?

[littlesliceofmarvel]

I’m Here For You

Request: Hi! Can I please get one where the reader is friends with Steve and is introduced to Bucky. They both feel an instant connection but Bucky tries to push her away because he thinks he's not worthy of her. So she does little things like puts a blanket over him when he falls asleep and other things to make him feel more comfortable and to be there for him and help him. Then eventually it leads to them getting together (which also makes Steve very happy). Thank you!

Warnings: Swearing, HELLA FLUFF

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

A/N: Listen this idea is SO CUTE ok enjoy, it’s also really long, sorry not sorry. x

Calling Steve Rogers your best friend was an understatement, the guy was practically a brother to you. You had been his neighbour when he got his first apartment, waking up 70 years after falling under ice. The two of you grew close and when he joined the Avengers, you grew close to them as well. Tonight, he had invited you to Stark’s Christmas party because in his words, you ‘don’t party enough.’ You agreed, loving the chance to get dolled up. You wore a floor length red dress and had your hair styled very 40s - what can you say? Steve rubbed off on you. 

You stepped out of your apartment and came face to face with the soldier, who wore a clean tuxedo.

“Look at you, you stud,” you grinned at him, causing him to blush slightly.

“Me? You look amazing, (y/n).”

You winked at him and thanked him, before locking your door and making your way out of the building, calling a cab. Tony insisted on sending you guys a limo to pick you up, but that luxury was so not your style, so the two of you hopped into a cab and took off. 

Once you arrived at Stark Tower, the two of you made a beeline for the elevator and up to the top floor. Steve seemed clearly nervous about something, so you gave him a small nudge of the shoulder.

“You seem antsy, what’s up?” You smiled up at him.

“Sharon’s going to be here,” He sheepishly admitted, causing you to smirk.

“Oooooh, I see, I see,” You chuckled, “Is that why you got extra glammed up? You trying to woo her with your fashion sense?” You teased and he shook his head, laughing slightly.

When the elevator reached your floor, Steve let out a long sigh before the two of you stepped out. There were already a couple dozen people in the room, the music blasting, and a large Christmas tree stood dead center. You immediately noticed Tony standing by the window, a large crowd around him, as usual. 

“Hey, man,” Steve stuck his hand out and fist bumped a brunet who approached the two of you. His long brown hair hung in his face, and your eyes immediately went to his left arm, which was metal. This must be Bucky. You had heard a lot about the infamous James Barnes, but because of his past, he was always being monitored, so you never got to meet him.

“Buck, this is (y/n), my neighbour,” Steve grinned to you and you smiled at Bucky, who kept his eyes on you without saying anything.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you,” you smiled, “I’ve heard so many stories about you from Steve here,” you gave the blond a small nudge.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to finally have a face to the stories,” Bucky smiled and you chuckled slightly. You had seen images of Bucky back in the 40s from Steve and the museum, but there’s something about him in person that’s breathtaking. His blue eyes were warm, yet cold at the same time, and his hair was quite luscious. 

“Oh, shit, there’s Sharon, what do I say?” Steve pulled the two of you closer and motioned in the direction of Sharon Carter, who you had also heard about waaay more times than you care to admit. 

“Be yourself, Steve,” you gave him a thumbs up.

“But not too much,” Bucky smirked at him, to which he rolled his eyes before walking off, leaving you and Bucky grinning at him as he approached her like a teen boy with a crush.

You turned your attention back to Bucky, “So...”

Bucky chuckled, “Yeah, Steve really isn’t that great at introducing people, I’ll do it better, I’m Bucky.”

“(Y/N),” you smiled up at him, taking in his facial features as he swooped his hair out of his beautiful face, “This must be weird for you, huh? You know, not being in the 40s.”

He nodded his head, “Yeah, it’s really something. I still wake up sometimes expecting to be back home in my bed in Brooklyn, it takes a while to adjust.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed an empty couch by the corner of the window, and nodded your head in it’s direction, “You want to go sit?” He nodded and followed you over. Once you sat down, the bustle of the party was no longer surrounding you, so maybe you could get a chance to know this guy.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Bucky asked, turning his attention to you.

You smiled, “I’m sort of in between things at the moment. I recently got fired from my job at the New York Times for refusing to write about the Avengers, actually.”

“No shit,” Bucky said, “Well, I’m sorry to hear.” He smiled at you, moving his hair out of his face once again.

“Nah, it’s okay,” you shrugged, “Boss was a twat anyways, so it was about time I got out of there.”

You sat there for another half hour, maybe more, getting to know the man in front of you. You understood why Steve was so fond of him, he was a genuine, kind man, and he had been horribly misunderstood. It broke your heart to think of how he had been treated, and you knew he deserved so much better than that. You felt a connection to him from the moment you met him, and you knew that it was something you wanted to pursue, but you didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. Bucky clearly had some personal issues he needed to deal with first, but you really wanted to get to know him.

“(Y/N)!” Steve came rushing over to you, phone to his ear, “There’s been a break in, in both of our apartments.”

“What?” You stood up, eyes wide, “Why? Who was it? What did they take? Should we go?” You waited for Steve to get an answer before pestering him with more questions.

“No, I don’t think we should,” he pulled the phone away from his ear, “They found two guys in your flat, both Hydra. They need to do a scan of the building, they say it might take two days.”

“Two days?!” You shouted, “I can’t afford a hotel, Steve, where am I going to stay?”

Steve hung up the phone and put his hands on your shoulders, “Tony’s got loads of space, don’t worry.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not going to impose on Stark, I can’t do that.”

“You’re not imposing,” Tony walked up behind Steve, smiling, “I’d be honoured to have you stay here. Fair warning, you’ll be getting the room next to mine.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Tony. But I don’t have anything except this dress, heels, and my phone.” 

Tony grinned again, “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, done deal. See you then!” Just like he arrived, he disappeared back into the crowd and you shook your head, smiling, before sitting back down, noticing Bucky was no longer on the couch next to you. You looked around and couldn’t find him anywhere, he must have left.

-

The next couple of days went by without a hiccup. Tony got you a change of clothes, toiletries, and new shoes, keeping his promise. You stayed in the room next to Steve, much to Tony’s dismay. Across from your room was Bucky’s, who spent a lot of time in there. The past couple of days you hadn’t seen him much and when you did, he didn’t talk to you that much. You were worried that the only reason he spoke to you at the party was because he was drunk, and that in his sober reality, he didn’t actually want to talk to you.

This was keeping you up one night, and after tossing and turning for about an hour, you decided to get up and get a drink of water. You stood up and threw a shirt on, and slowly walked down the hallway, not wanting to wake anyone up. When your reached the kitchen, there was already a light on, but no one in sight, so you shrugged it off and walked over to the fridge. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a hand resting on the back of the couch, but your heart picked up it’s pace when you noticed it was a metal hand. You slowly walked towards the couch and what you saw melted your heart. Bucky laid passed out, one arm thrown over his torso and the other on the back of the couch. He clearly didn’t plan on falling asleep here as he still had his shoes on. You smiled at the sight and picked up a blanket from the back of the couch, lightly placing it on top of the sleeping soldier, being careful not to wake him.

You walked back to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water with the utmost care, not wanting to disrupt Bucky. Once you finished your glass, you turned to place it in the sink when you heard a small whimper come from the couch. Looking back, you noticed Bucky’s fingers twitching.

“No...” he mumbled, and you realized he was having a nightmare. Your heart shattered and you placed the glass in the sink before slowly walking over to the couch. His face showed signs of distress and you softly placed your hand on top of his.

“Bucky, hey, wake up,” you whispered, rubbing his hand lightly. He jumped out of his slumber and faced you, instantly relaxing and taking a deep breath once he realized it was a dream.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

You shook your head, “Don’t apologize, it’s alright.”

He smiled softly at you before closing his eyes once again, sighing, “This happens all the time.”

You smiled sadly, “I know, I’m sorry.”

He sat up and scooted over, making room for you as he didn’t take his eyes off of you, “I hate it, you know? I feel so guilty all the time, everything is my fault. People keep trying to comfort me telling me it wasn’t me, but I still have to live with the visions of what I’ve done. It doesn’t just go away.”

You sat silently, letting him vent.

“During the day I can at least try to push the Winter Soldier out of my mind, but at night, it hits me and I can’t escape it.”

You placed your hand on his metal one, causing him to tense up slightly, “Bucky, I can’t imagine how you feel about all of this, really, because I haven’t been through that, but you need to know that everyone in this building is willing to help you. We all care for you and you’ve been through enough shit to last a lifetime, and you don’t deserve that. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I really am, but I’m here if ever you need me. I helped Steve through his dark times so I’m good at that sort of thing,” you chuckled slightly and he smiled, still never taking his eyes off of you.

“You don’t need to deal with my shit,” he grumbled before standing up, tossing the blanket aside with a confused face, and starting to walk off, but you grabbed his hand and stood up too.

“Hey, you don’t deserve to deal with that stuff either, but doing it alone is so much worse than having someone there for you, I’m not going to let you suffer,” you said, eyes locked on his.

He shook his head, “I can’t drag you down with this, my guilt is too much for a lot of people, I don’t deserve someone like you to help me.”

You placed a finger to his lip to shush him, “I’m here for you, Bucky.”

He turned away from you, “No, I don’t deserve it, leave me alone.”

-

The next couple of days went much better. Steve still didn’t feel safe with you returning to your apartment so Tony agreed to let you guys stay as long as you wanted, and now that you knew Bucky well enough, you wanted to stay to help him. You often rushed to his room in the middle of the night while he had nightmares, or stayed up late with him when he was too afraid to sleep. You never left his side when he was down and Bucky will never understand how he got lucky enough to have you help him. He knew you were sad about his situation, but you kept a smile on your face around him and because of that, he felt a smile more often.

You would wake up early in the morning and be the first face he saw before going for his morning run with Steve, and when he returned, you had made them a nice breakfast. You knew Bucky didn’t take care of himself so you did it for him. He hated that you were taking up your time to take care of him, not because he didn’t like you, but because he didn’t feel worth it.

He felt himself being drawn to you, he felt a strong connection to always want to be with you, and you with him. Steve constantly asked you if there was something going on, and you’d have to brush him off before you found yourself blushing and imagining what that would be like.

It’s a night when you thought about these things the most, naturally, so you found yourself being kept awake a lot more often than you’d like. Deep down, you knew it was because you wanted to be awake for Bucky’s nightmares, but you couldn’t admit that because when you accept your feelings, it’s just a downward spiral from there.

This night, you were doing just that, and no matter how much tossing and turning you did, your thoughts didn’t drift from the mysterious soldier once.

“Miss (y/n), I sense high levels of stress coming from Agent Barnes’ room,” Friday’s voice broke your thoughts and you jumped out of bed, completely forgetting pants, and rushed across the hall to Bucky’s room. You opened the door and saw him tossing in his sleep, small groans coming from the sleeping soldier. You sat next to his figure and placed a hand on his forehead, and his eyes opened instantly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shoving his face down on the pillow, “I’m so sorry, you need to sleep, go back to bed.”

You shook your head, smiling, “No, no, I’m not leaving just yet.”

He pulled his face from the pillow and looked you dead in the eyes, a small smile on his lips, “You’re amazing, I’m sorry. Thank you.”

You placed a light kiss on his forehead and he shivered under your touch, “I’m here for you, Barnes, remember?” he nodded, “Do you want a glass of water?”

He shook his head, “No, no, I’m alright, I have one,” he motioned to his side table where there was indeed a glass of water. You smiled down at him and started running your fingers through his hair, something that you found soothed him instantly. His eyes fluttered shut and your heart soared at the thought of you being the only one who can calm him down like this. You continued to do so for another couple of minutes until you noticed him drifting off.

“You need to get back to sleep, Buck,” you whispered, “I’m gonna go back. I’ll see you in the morning,” you started to get off the bed, but Bucky grabbed your arm and looked up at you.

“No,” he mumbled, “Can you... uh, can you stay... for tonight?”

“In here?” You asked and he nodded, cheeks slightly rosy. You grinned at him and nodded, climbing under the blankets. Your heart was going absolutely wild, and you mentally cursed because you know he could hear things like that. You tried to keep still, not showing how excited you were to spend the night with Bucky. 

Before either of you could say anything, Bucky’s arm wrapped around your torso and he pulled you closer to him so that your bodies were touching. His arm was cold - it was metal, so no surprise - but his body was extremely warm and you found yourself leaning into his touch, resting your head against his chest as he rested his head on top of yours. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled against your forehead, placing a light kiss to it that sent you over the moon. You didn’t answer, but you smiled up at him before cuddling back up to him. Within minutes, the two of you were fast asleep.

-

“Bucky, wake up, man,” Steve’s voice broke the two of you our of your slumber. You woke up with your head shoved in the crook of his neck, his arm around your torso and your legs all tangled within each other. Your head shot up and Bucky groaned, pulling you back down.

“Go away, Steve,” The brunet grumbled, nestling his head against yours. You were lucky that your face was covered because your cheeks felt bright red. You managed to sleep through the night in the comfort of Bucky’s arms and you really didn’t want it to end. 

“Dude-” Steve opened the door and you gasped, pulling the blanket up above your head so he didn’t see you there, “Oh, my god, I’m sorry.”

Bucky chuckled, running a hand through your hair, “I told you to go away.”

“(Y/N)?” Steve’s mouth dropped as you waved a hand at him, not daring to face him, “I KNEW IT!” he shouted with a massive smile on his face, running out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

“Ugh, that was embarrassing,” You groaned when Steve finally left, turning to face Bucky who had a look of awe on his face.

“I don’t care,” he smiled at you, “I didn’t have a nightmare. The first sleep in years that I didn’t have a nightmare.”

You shot up, a huge smile on your face, “Really? That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, Buck. That must feel nice.”

“Not as nice as sleeping next to you, I can say that,” he smirked and pulled you back down, snuggling up to you once again as the two of you drifted off. Guess your apartment was going to have to wait...

[themadchemist]

Pincushions and Poisonous Roses

This was written in response to this piece by @meepsthemiqo and it turned out waaay longer than I expected XD

Including @emetspersephone 's OC as well.

Anais had warned Fae and Persie about bothering Lahabrea again but they didn't listen, so she took matters into her own hands.

Don't mess with an Alchemist's lover again lol.

Word count: 1195

Lahabrea always caused a racket whenever he came to the alchemy department, whether it was because he was yelling or because the new recruits were going wild over seeing that "genius" up close... Yet, this time, it was completely different. Looking up at her lover, Anais' jaw dropped "What the hell happened this time?" he was covered in... Needles? And his face was as red as the mask that he removed to reveal the most pissed off look on his face that she's seen in a looong time. "Fae!" was the only word he spat out before asking her to pick the needles from his skin.

He was silent for the most part after explaining what happened and knowing him, Anais knew that it was not a good sign. "What's going on in that brilliant big brain of yours?" "Brilliant things. I'm going to make Fae regret-". It was never ended well when Lahabrea thought of taking revenge. "You already suspended her for a week and I'm pretty sure she regrets it since her dear Elidibus was hurt as well." she tried to calm her lover, even though Fae deserved some sort of punishment at this point...

"No don't even try. You convinced me to let it go last time and it only made her more annoying and wild. This time, I'm putting her in her place. I'll burn-" The Alchemist interrupted him by plucking the last and biggest needle out, causing him to wince in pain. "Please don't burn anything. Let me handle Fae, ok? I promise you'll be satisfied with the result" Anais said as she got up to fetch a potion that should help sooth the pain of the stings. "Will you make her suffer?" Lahabrea knew it was best to let her handle it, if only because he didn't want to accidentally burn his department down in the process. "Thoroughly." she rolled her eyes as she said that, he could be so childish sometimes. "Then include goobbue girl too." "Why? Persephone has nothing to do with it, right? It was Fae's doing." "Oh, please. That spiky little demon is her creation, you can smell her aether even on the bloody needles!" Anais picked one of the needles up and smelt it and Lahabrea was right, it smelled like Persie's aether... When were her friends going to learn that they shouldn't piss Lahabrea off more than he naturally was? "Fine, Persephone too. Just relax and trust me on this." she kissed his forehead before continuing her work.

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A week later, Fae and Persephone found a tiny fairy like green creature with thorns on it head and roses for hands on their desks, and both of them, being too weak for cute things, decided that it was ok to play with it instead of reporting finding an unknown creature in their offices. But who could blame them, anyone would be be enchanted with the tiny leafy creature when it fluttered its long eyelashes and danced so elegantly, jumping from their hands to their shoulders and heads, rubbing its soft roses on their cheeks and noses, to make them inhale the relaxing fragrance. Little did they know.

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Later that day, they met outside of the alchemy department when they came to see Anais about the weird symptoms they were experiencing. The sneezing, runny noses and itchy red spots on their skins, the signs of certain allergies that they were sure they didn't have.

They explained everything to the Alchemist as she pretended to check on them. She knew the exact cause and she was quite pleased with the results she saw, it was all part of her little plan.

"By the way, did you like my little gifts?" Anais asked innocently when she finished her check ups. She didn't exactly leave a note stating that they were from her but they'll know soon enough.

"Gifts?" "I didn't receive anything." Fae and Persephone replied as they tried to recall if they had received anything from Anais. "The tiny green fairies I left in your offices... The ones hiding in your robes. I can smell the aroma of their roses from here." she explained as she clapped her hands twice, prompting the creatures to come out and float back to her.

"Oh, they're yours? I didn't smell your aether in them." Fae inquired, suddenly feeling skeptic. "Oh yeah, these are my Roselias, they're still just prototypes though. But you probably didn't smell my aether because the aroma of their roses covered it. Anyway, what do you think?" Anais smiled a little too nicely as she said that.

"They're adorable! And the roses smell so lovely." Persephone said, a little too excitedly, making Anais slightly regret doing what she did to her. Maybe it was a little too cruel to exploit their weakness for cute and flowery creatures like this...

"What do they do?" Fae asked, her unease growing by the second. "They cure all sorts of allergies! But they can also inflict them if I reverse the spells. Wonderful, right?" "Then why don't you use them to cure us?" Fae had already figured it out but she wanted to make sure. "Because you need to suffer a bit more, but don't worry, it's nothing life threatening or anything and it'll go away in 2 days, or less, if Lahabrea decides that you've suffered enough, but I wouldn't count on it." Anais explained calmly as she sealed the Roselias away.

"But why?" Persie asked, sounding a little too sad for Anais' comfort. "Because you two need to pay for all that you did to Lahabrea, so consider this a lesson... And a warning. This time I was nice and merciful despite promising him to make you thoroughly suffer. Next time, it'll be more severe and it might be aimed at your beloveds. If only to give you a taste of your own medicine." She didn't really enjoy doing this, but they deserved some sort of punishment for bothering her dearest Lahabrea. He may not be the easiest person to get along with but their shenanigans went a little too far.

"Now, you're lucky I could convince him to let me handle it this time instead of subjecting you to his true wrath." which was scary and little too "fiery", and Anais didn't want her lover to get in trouble for it. "So now that we're even, I'll kindly ask you to leave him alone. You may not be so lucky if there was a next time." Anais hoped that they learned their lesson as she ushered them out of her office.

She could hear Fae and Persie call her an "Evil Witch" and "Poisonous meanie" respectively as she closed the door, but she didn't mind. They're the ones who played with fire, so it was only natural they got burned, although Anais hoped to keep the severity of these burns to a minimum.

Thankfully, Lahabrea had enough of seeing them suffer by the end of the first day and asked Anais to cure them, thus they were spared another 2 days of misery. She even gave each of them a correctly working Roselia as an apology.

[fullmetalscullyy]

Hey Emma. I hope you're having a great day! From your prompt list of ANGST, write me up one of these prompts. “Get the hell out.” You're super awesome! -Stacy

ok.

so i know this is SUPER late. i have no excuses… just wasn’t in the mood for a while… however…

this is sitting at 20k words (not in this ask, i had to break it up into a full blown chapter story kjfkdgn) and i probably (finally) only have about 1k-2k words left to write. it spiralled waaay out of control (in the best way i hope D:)

it’s been a long time coming but it’s f i n a l l y nearly done.

aaaaand thank you stacy!!! you’re so great ilysm

sorry for the angst but u did ask uwu so here’s about 20k words of it :)

enjoy!

rated: t | words: 1978

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His Protector - Chapter 1

“You did this?”

His Highness’ voice was low. She’d gone against his wishes, but it was for his own good. He couldn’t see that now, maybe he never would, but it would mean he’d be safe. That was all that mattered right now to his First Knight.

“I did, Your Highness.” Her tone was unapologetic, and rightly so, she thought.

“I explicitly told you not to carry out this request.” His tone was dangerous now.

King Mustang was angry, and Knight Hawkeye could understand that. She knew he’d be offended that she went behind his back, knew he’d feel betrayed, but she still did it.

“I told you I could handle it.”

The Knight didn’t doubt it, but she wouldn’t let him walk to his death. She couldn’t.

Her King was stubborn but had always heeded her warnings. This time, he hadn’t, and it was concerning. Riza Hawkeye had done some digging and discovered just how dangerous this venture may become. She had a bad feeling in general about the whole operation, and her gut had never failed her before. Only this time, her King had dismissed her concerns. He was dead set on following through with it. It both baffled and irritated her, as the head of his security.

If he wouldn’t listen to her as she tried to protect him, she’d have to step in to make sure that happened. She was protecting him from himself.

“I understand that, Your Highness, however given the evidence, I made an executive decision to call the meeting off.”

“What evidence?” he exploded, standing from his throne. “There’s no evidence to indicate this situation would threaten my life.”

“Your Highness, I’ve had a very bad feeling about this from day one,” Riza explained herself.

“I don’t work on bad feelings,” he interrupted.

Riza felt her irritation spike. “Yes, Your Highness, however, it’s saved my life, and yours, more often than I can count –”

“You disobeyed my orders and went against my wishes based on a “gut feeling”.” His expression was hard, his eyes unforgiving. This wasn’t how she anticipated this conversation going. It was derailing very quickly, but she was just doing her job. “That’s something I cannot have, and will not tolerate, in my court. Is that understood?”

“Of course, Your Highness.” She had to swallow past the lump in her throat to get the words out, but Riza managed.

“You no longer hold the status as my First Knight.”

That felt like a knife in her heart, but Riza had expected it. Harsh, but she knew the consequences of her actions and would accept them wholeheartedly, because it was for the King’s own safety.

“You’re no longer a part of my court. Get the hell out.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Riza bowed as was etiquette, then removed the seal from the front of her armour. It was King Mustang’s personal seal and showed the title she held as his First Knight. She’d been his closest advisor, his confidant, and his protector. He felt betrayed by her actions, Riza knew this. She could see it in his eyes. It had hurt like hell to go against him, but she was simply doing her job.

Riza approached and placed the seal on the table at the bottom of the dais leading up to his throne. She patted it once, unable to help herself as she bid farewell to her old friend. It hurt. This seal had been a part of her for years and just like that, it was gone. It was him who’d taken it from her. It hurt like hell.

Turning, Riza left the throne room, her movements controlled. There was no argument because she knew he wouldn’t listen. It frustrated her completely. Irritated her, even. How could he be so blind and stubborn? He may have felt betrayed by her actions, but the feeling was mutual. She’d advised him for so long and suddenly, he brushed her aside? Dismissed her warning and concerns? That was a betrayal in itself.

However, she’d done her part to ensure his safety. Riza had done all she could – even went behind his back and against his wishes. There wasn’t much else she could do. The knight just hoped it was enough.

As she turned, her mask cracked, and she let out a shaky breath. It was silent, so he wouldn’t hear her, and her movements never faltered as she walked away from the man she loved. Tears crept up to her eyes and threatened to fall, but she held them at bay.

All her life she’d dedicated herself to King Roy Mustang and his family. They’d taken her in after her father passed away. Berthold had been Roy’s father’s advisor, and Riza had been accepted into the family with open arms. The last thing she’d wanted to do was betray him like this, but Riza felt she had no choice. She was doing the right thing, she believed. She’d prevented him from attending a meeting which would threaten his life. Roy had told her he was going regardless of warnings from the rest of the court, because he was determined to make things right and to create a peace treaty with the neighbouring kingdom.

The letter she’d given him tonight had been forged – by a friend of hers – to explain the meeting had been called off. The “sender” – a mutual friend and messenger between the two kingdoms – advised the King not to travel because of safety concerns brought forth by the First Knight. It named her because it was the only way the King would believe it was true.

Riza exited the castle and walked across the courtyard. Her horse was waiting for her, held in place by the stable hand for her arrival. Expressing her thanks, she mounted the horse and set out through the castle town. The roads were quiet. It was almost midnight, so not many people would be milling about, but the streets were almost eerie as she rode away from the only life she’d ever known.

Her future now was completely uncertain. However, she did have one last thing to do as the King’s First Knight. She had a plan and it was time to set it in motion.

After exiting the town gates Riza entered the forest and rode to a clearing. It was well used by her throughout the years as it was off the beaten path and far enough from the road that no one could eavesdrop.

“Knight Hawkeye?” a voice called out, unsure.

Riza dismounted her horse and approached the sound. A young man exited the cover of the trees and stepped into the moonlight.

“It’s just Hawkeye from now on, Alphonse,” Riza stated gently.

“Ah. Right. So, it’s done?”

Riza nodded, ignoring the pain in her chest. The wind from the ride had dried her tears. There would be time for that once this was all over and the King’s safety was secured. Until then, she would need to be level-headed and focussed. Even though she was no longer his First Knight, she still had a duty to her King, and a personal vow to protect him at all costs, no matter what her status was.

“It’s done. Step one is complete.”

“… Now it’s time for step two,” Alphonse finished for her.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Riza nodded.

“Right.”

She would attend the meeting in the King’s stead and try to bring about peace to the regions.

The threat on King Mustang’s life was very real, so there was no way Riza would let him go ahead with it. However, peace was still important. Riza believed that. So, she would go first to beat him there, and if they threatened her life… Well, she was better dying than the King. The kingdom needed him. He was a good and just King. Everyone loved him and it was the most successful ruling the kingdom had had in centuries. Riza wouldn’t jeopardize that.

Plus, then the King would have his damn evidence if she ended up dead. Hopefully that would penetrate his thick skull.

“When do we leave?” Alphonse asked.

“I leave tonight. You go home to your brother.”

His eyes flashed with indignation. “I’m not leaving you to do this alone,” he argued.

“Alphonse –” Riza knew there would be an argument, but she was too drained to start it with him.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’ve come too far to drop it now. This plan was my suggestion, and it’s the reason you’ve lost your place in the King’s Court.” The reminder was harsh, and there was another stabbing pain in her heart. “The least I can do is see it through.”

“Al –”

“No, Riza.” His tone was firm and unyielding.

Riza looked into his eyes and saw a fire in them. His determination and loyalty to her may end up being the death of him and that’s why she was so hesitant to bring him along. However, there would be no stopping Alphonse, Riza knew that much.

“I have so many more magic abilities and I’ll be able to get you out of there if things get too dicey. I can help.”

“You’re a teenager –”

“Who has, on more than one occasion, proved my skill and my loyalty to you,” he reminded her. Then, his expression turned hurt. “You still don’t think I can do it?”

Riza stared at him for another moment, then gave in. She’d lost her fight.

“No,” she replied. She approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, softening her knees so she was eye level with him. He’d sprouted a few inches over the past few months and was almost catching up with her. “I don’t doubt your loyalty or abilities,” she reassured him. “It’s never been about that.”

“Then why won’t you let me help?” he pleaded.

“Because if anything was to happen to you, and you were hurt, or worse, you died, that’s something I wouldn’t be able to live with.” Her gaze was steady as she willed him to understand, her tone resolute. She gripped his shoulder tighter. “I would never forgive myself,” she whispered. “And I can’t bear the thought of it.”

They’d both worked closely over the last year. He was an advisor for the outskirts of the kingdom for her, and that was where he lived with his brother and his family. Alphonse was a bright and skilled mage, who’d learned the art from his father. He must have had a hell of a teacher, because at the age of nineteen, he was more skilled than most mages she’d been able to work with throughout her career.

It was also Alphonse who’d helped her come up with ideas to postpone the meeting, or avoid the King attending it completely, if they could. King Mustang was an immovable object though and would not heed her warnings. Alphonse lived near the neighbouring kingdom and had seen first-hand the affect the ruler had on their people. A kingdom where innocent traders and townspeople were left for dead on the road was not somewhere Riza wanted her King to go.

Too bad Roy is too stubborn to realise it.

Alphonse gripped the wrist of the hand on his shoulder tightly, his determination returning. “I won’t allow that to happen. I can get us out of there if things go south. I’ve got so many healing and protection spells because my father was paranoid about me and my brother getting hurt by the soldiers from the neighbouring kingdom. I’m well prepared.” His eyes flashed with the same fire that hadn’t wavered over the last few months. “I can make this happen, Riza.”

“All right,” she relented. There was no pleased look in Alphonse’s eyes, just determination.

“Let’s get to work.”

[imnotlaughingbro]

Mark Me | Part 1 | Christopher Velez

Details: 3,400 Words | Italics is a memory | Smut, Unprotected Sex, Swearing | You & Christopher are both tattoo artists competing to be the new owner. 

Part 2 of Mark Me 

This turned out much longer than I thought it would be...It was just going to be some smut and then the idea of them both being tattoo artists came up and it just rolled from there. Also took so long because somehow Tumblr Drafts decided to delete half of it and I had to rewrite it 😞Anyways hope you guys like it 💖

Tags:(Not sure who to tag so tagged a few, so sorry if I missed anyone)

@dad-ee-drea @cncogirl18 @cyaneaa @savloveschrisandjoel @chrisbvelez @tie-me-up-velez @ella-se-vuelve-loca @cncwoah @fullprunerebelstatesman @my-only-angelle @emsy55 @kinkvelezx

Photo Credit: @christophervelezsworld

“And that’s another one for me Velez” you smirk as you take the chalk in your hand and mark another point next to your name. You stare at your extra point triumphantly with your hands on your hips and a smile beaming on your lips.

“You are getting way too cocky” you feel Chris’ breath against your ear and you jump away from him in surprise, you didn’t even hear his footsteps coming from behind you. His giggle echoes throughout the tattoo parlour and the few remaining customers all turn to stare at the both of you as Chris continues laughing at your dramatic leap.

You blow a strand of hair out of your face and turn to face Christopher, now clutching his stomach with one hand and wiping the tears away from his eyes with the other. 

“You won’t be laughing so much when I win this thing and I get to tattoo the words ‘jackass’ across your forehead!” you threaten him. 

“Oh I will be laughing alright, I will be laughing when I get to tattoo ‘Christopher Velez’s Property’ on your ass, princesa” He gives you that devilish smirk and it takes all your willpower not to punch him in the face. 

It’s been 29 days since you’ve made that bet with Christopher. The stupid bet that would end up with one of you getting a shiny brand new tattoo. 

It all started when your boss sat you both down and informed you that he would be retiring soon and either you or Christopher would be taking over the store as new owner. 

“Well the obvious choice is me” Christopher chimes in before you can even process the information. 

“Are you serious?! I have been here way waaay longer than you have” you throw back, looking at your boss with as much seriousness as you can muster. 

“More clients request me to give them tattoos therefore I should be appointed new owner” 

“That is absolute bullshit and you know it Velez!” You stand up so you can for once tower over him. 

Christopher stands up as well to show his own defiance. 

Your boss lets out a big sigh and stands up as well. 

“You know what? I knew this would happen with the two of you. Let’s make it interesting then. I will give you both 30 days and by the end we will see which one gets more clients. Whoever wins this can be new owner” 

“Deal!” you hold out your hand immediately to Christopher, completely and utterly convinced that you would destroy him and confident that the future of the tattoo parlour would soon be in your hands. 

“Hold on...let’s make this much more interesting” Christopher raises an eyebrow and you almost shiver because you know that whatever is next to come out of his mouth will be some fucked up plan that only he could come up with. 

“Whoever wins also gets to tattoo whatever they want and I’m saying whatever they want on to the loser’s body” You stare at him, completely slack jawed, the gears slowly turning in your head as you process what just came out of this idiots mouth. 

“Fuck no”

“Awww....my little baby scared? You want to give up already? You ready to call me boss, I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to that” he kneels down to your height and his lips turn into a little pout and his big brown eyes stare into yours, all one big mockery. Stupid Velez and his stupid face. 

You grab his hand and shake it hard. 

“Prepare to get the worst tattoo of your life” you tell him. 

“Well if it’s coming from you then it definitely will be” he banters back to you. 

Your face flames red and you almost raise your foot to kick him in the shins. But before you can start beating his ass you stomp off, determined to win this and show Velez who is the real boss. 

Ever since then you both have been practically selling yourselves to every customer that walks through the door. Christopher winning the majority of the female clients with a little flirting and soft whispers in their ears. You much preferring to win yours by showing clients your past tattoos and the fact that you have been a tattoo artist for over 10 years compared to Chris’ measly 7 years. 

You look up at the clock, 2 more hours until closing time and with Chris finishing up his last tattoo means that you will both be even again on points. You nervously drum your fingers against the counter and stare down the door, waiting for one more customer to walk in, just one more and you will win.

“Stop it, Chris” a soft feminine voice interrupts your daze as you look behind you to see Christopher helping his female client out of that chair. One hand on her waist and the other holding her hand as he pulls her up with ease, the muscles in his arms tensing and clearly on display in his white singlet. 

You roll your eyes and turn back to staring at the door as Chris moves to the cash register to take his payment. The girl gives Chris one last look over and mouths the words ‘call me’ to him before exiting. 

“And that’s how you do it” Chris comes up beside you and takes a seat at the counter. 

“Just one more and you’re done for” you whisper back not even turning to look at him as you will all your energy into bringing another customer into the store. And like magic, the bell on the door rings and you practically jump up to greet the new customer.

A guy walks into the store and your jaw drops because he is one of the most  stunning men you have ever seen. Freshly dyed fire red hair, gorgeous caramel skin and tattoos scattered along his defined arms, you have to stop yourself from drooling. 

“Don’t mind her she drools like that sometimes” Chris speaks up from behind you and holds out his hand to the guy before you. 

You blink a few times and start to feel your face getting red as the guy takes Christopher’s hand in his own and shakes. 

“I’m Chris, What can I do for you?” 

“I’m Richard...And this lovely lady?” he turns to you and holds out his hand, you place your hand in his and Richard turns your hand around and plants a kiss against your knuckles. His lips soft and warm against your hand makes your face blush a deeper shade of red. 

“I’m Y/N” you manage to choke out as Richard stands back up but continues to hold your hand, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles where his lips just were. 

“Did you want a tattoo or what?” Chris’ voice becomes full of irritation as he stares down at Richard’s hand still lingering on your own. The sound of Chris’ anger pulls you out of your little daydream and your hand out from Richards. 

You look over at Christopher and his whole body is tensed, his relaxed and friendly manner taken over by something now completely different that you had never seen before. 

Was it jealously that you were seeing before you? Christopher Velez actually being jealous because some guy kissed your hand and held it for too long? You couldn’t believe what you were seeing right now. 

“Chill bro, I just want a small tattoo with my babies name. You think you can handle that, Mami?” Richard turns back to you and smiles. 

“Of course” you answer back. 

You have to stop yourself from doing a little dance. You did it...You’ve fucking won! You can’t help but give Christopher a smirk before grabbing Richard’s hand and pulling him towards the chair. 

An hour and many flirtatious words later you are finished with Richard’s new tattoo of his daughter’s name on this inside of his bicep. You look down and admire the fresh tattoo before wrapping it up for him. 

“Thanks Mami” Richard leans over and plants a kiss on your cheek and you don’t think you can turn any more red than you already are. With all this flirting and touching all afternoon and Christopher being all jealous and staring daggers into Richard’s back any time he makes you smile, you can’t help but feel a little worked up over these two guys. 

You walk Richard to the door but before he leaves, he slides a piece of paper in your hand. 

“Call me and maybe we can go on a date without your guard dog staring us down the whole time” 

You let out a little laugh and smile at Richard before he walks away. You shut the door, turn the lock and flip the store sign to closed. 

You walk over to Christopher who is still sitting where you left him, his eyes staying on the chair where Richard just was. 

“Guess I’m your boss now” you almost sing to him in victory. He doesn’t laugh and you can feel your heart sink a little, the happiness you felt from the victory draining. 

“Bet’s off, you can have the store but I am not letting you ink me” Chris looks up at you. 

“What? No way, you have to, you made this stupid bet” you whine at him. 

Chris gets up to go around you towards the door but you block his way. 

“Awww....my little baby scared?“ you tell him recalling the exact words he taunted you with a few weeks ago. 

A smile spreads across his face and Christopher shakes his head. You breathe a sign of relief as the Christopher you know returns. 

“Fine, just not the face, you know that’s my main selling point” he rubs his jaw and grins at you. 

You grab his hand and pull him towards the chair but before you can push him down to sit, he turns back around to face you with his hands up. 

“Look I think we should just lay out some ground rules here” 

“Freaking hell Velez suck it up” you say back to him before placing your palm directly on his chest in an attempt to get him to sit back on the chair so you can start. 

Underneath your hand you can feel his heart thumping against his chest, his defined muscle tensing and hard against the thin white fabric of his singlet. Neither of you move for a heartbeat and you turn your head to look at him. 

Chris lays his hand over your own and begins to lean down, his head tilting at an angle that could only mean one thing. With a panic you push him down on the chair so he falls back and his back hits the chair with a thump.

A shocked expression crosses his face before he begins to laugh, quietly at first that cute giggle of his which in seconds turns into a full fit of laughter and you can’t help yourself but laugh with him. The room now filling up with the lovely sounds, if anyone walked past the store windows right now they would see two crazy people in a fit of laughter. 

Finally containing yourself and Chris biting his lip to stop from laughing, you sit down on the roller chair and begin setting out your equipment. 

“Whew...That was a close one” Chris says in between his final fits of laughter. 

“Yeah, don’t know what you were thinking there. Hand please. ” you say before holding out your hand for his. 

He holds out his hand grudgingly and you place it down in front of you, palm facing up and his bicep on display. You look over your tools in front of you and before you begin you close your eyes starting the ritual you do every time you start a new tattoo. 

You take a deep breath in and count to ten, willing your heart to relax, your hands to become steady and your mind to become clear. 

When you open your eyes, you see Chris. His eyes staring deep into yours and his breathing laboured. You both stare at each other in silence, neither of you wanting to break first. 

“If you don’t stop me, I’m going to kiss you” 

Your heart skips a beat and that ritual you just did to relax and prepare for the tattoo has been completely thrown out the window with the words that have just come out of his mouth. 

You run a nervous tongue across your bottom lip, wetting it because it’s become suddenly dry. Chris’ eyes immediately watch your tongue, a certain hunger now apparent in his stare. 

All it took was a second and Chris uses the hand that you were holding to tattoo him to pull you towards him. His other hand finds its way to the back of your neck and his lips connect with yours. 

Just a press of your lips at first until it became all too consuming and the kiss turns into a full making out session. Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth and you swear you can see stars. Your hands roam over his chest then to  his arms feeling the muscle underneath until finally they settle in his hair long enough for you to tug as your tongue finally decides to fight his own for dominance. Chris moans into your kiss as you take his bottom lip in-between your teeth and pull slightly and you swear that moan is the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. 

You pull away from the kiss and a little whimper escapes Chris begging you to stay. You smile at him and move around the chair so you are now in front of him rather than on his side. You begin to undress for him starting with your jeans sliding them down your legs and leaving them on the floor. Your hands find the hem of your shirt and you slip it off easily and throw it behind you. You stand there before him wearing just your panties now wet from all the kissing and you thank your lucky stars that you decided to wear a nice bra today. 

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me or you going to undress?” you ask him placing your hands on your hips and taping your foot in fake annoyance. 

With a signature laugh, he easily slides his singlet over his head and tosses it behind the chair. He unzips his jeans and tugs them off while still sitting in the chair and you laugh as he does a little wiggle to get them off his feet. 

Chris now sits there watching you and you can clearly see his semi-hard cock bulging from underwear. Without another word you get up on the chair and straddle him, your legs on either side of him and his hands find their way to you. You settle yourself down above him and through your damp panties you can feel his hard cock underneath you, you almost let out a moan just from that alone. 

Chris places a kiss on the top of your breast just above your bra, his face now aligned directly with your chest because of the way you are sitting above him. His soft sweet kisses trail up and down leaving goosebumps on your skin while his hands roam your body. His touches ever so gentle as if you could break at any second but you grow weary and needy with every second that passes and he isn’t inside you. 

With a quick intake of breath you grab his hand and guide it to your panties. Chris looks up at you and a playful smirk plays across his face. Using his index finger he starts to move it up and down your panties, pressing against your wet pussy, the thin fabric in the way and making you more frustrated with each stroke. 

“Please Chris” you beg him and any thought of common sense leaves you when Chris pushes the fabric of your panties aside and his finger touches your pussy, his finger coming in contact with your wetness and begins to glide up and down your lips. 

He moves with precision his finger finds its way up and down the lines of your pussy as if he was trying to memorise it. Chris finally slips his finger inside you and you have to grab on to his shoulders or else you would collapse. The wetness of your pussy allowing him to pump his finger in and out of you easily. 

Chris’ other hand finds your ass and begins to move you, your hips circling on top of his hard cock while his finger continues to work on your pussy. Moans escape his own mouth as your body moves above him and putting pressure on his cock. 

It takes almost all your willpower to pull his hand away from your pussy. 

With a smile he brings that finger up to his mouth and sucks on it, licking and working his tongue to drink up the juices from your body. 

“You taste fucking delicious” he tells you and you can’t help but kiss him. You bring your lips to his and taste yourself on his tongue. While your mouth works on him, his hands tug his underwear down and you finally can feel his cock against your pussy without any fabric in the way. 

You look down and marvel at his cock, large and thick and dripping with pre-cum. You bite your lip at the thought of him inside you and he seems to be thinking of the same thing because he grips your waist and lifts you easily. 

“Are you sure about this?” he suddenly asks you, his voice turning so soft and gentle. 

Your eyes meet his and you nod before planting a kiss on his lips. When the kiss begins to deepen, Chris lowers you onto his cock. The wetness of your pussy allowing him inside effortlessly. You sit down on his cock and you stay there feeling him hard inside you. 

Neither of you move both trying to adjust to this feeling, your nails dig into his shoulders and you start to move your hips for him. You start slow at first circling and testing the motion of him inside you. 

With your hands on his shoulders you start to lift yourself up and down his cock. 

“fuck” Chris mutters under his breath as his hands grip your waist. 

That one word unwinds you and you start to move faster, using his cock to bring you closer to climax. Your moans fill the room and Chris finds your lips to silence them. 

Chris’ hands find their way from your waist to your ass. Grabbing your ass tight he takes over. He thrusts into you faster, your body jerking up and down, the kiss turns feverish as you both get closer. Your nails dig harder into his shoulders almost drawing blood and you can feel your core tightening as Chris continues to fuck your pussy hard and fast. 

Chris pulls away from the kiss to bring his mouth to your neck, his lips sucking and pulling at the skin in a way that you know will leave a mark, his mark on you for everyone to see. 

“I’m so close” he moans against your skin. 

You pull him close and whisper into his ear. “Cum inside me Papi” 

Those words were his undoing because as you finish whispering in his ear, he bites down on your neck and his cock begins to twitch inside you. He brings his hips off of the chair to meet your own, his cock slamming inside you deep and you cry out his name as your own climax is reached, seconds later Chris finds his own climax and his cum fills your pussy dripping out of you and onto his lap. 

His hands find their way to the side of your face and he brings his lips to yours, he kisses you softly such a change from the heavy make out session earlier.

“You know you are not getting out of this tattoo right?” you whisper against his lips as you both try to catch your breath. 

You can feel his laugh rumble in his chest and his hands now on your thighs squeeze. 

“Yes, Boss” He mocks with a smile before pulling you down for another kiss. 

You could definitely get used to this.