#even the kiss looks more convincing than the canon one :B

[sandorara]

A Royal Wedding in Sanbreque ・ Part 2

Dion and Terence, recreated in FF14

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

F*CK, KILL, MARRY — nsfw alphabet w john wick (&femreader)

[Warnings: NSFW, discussion of various sexual and kink topics that are 0% canon and 100% my fantasies opinions] gif cred: @lunaspacks & @gifpacklove

[A]ftercare

The literal king of aftercare. It does not matter what kind of sex you’re having with John—even if it’s of the slowest and sensualist variety—he’s making sure you’re clean, kissed, snuggled, and hydrated afterwards.

[B]ody Part

What part of your body does this man not consider his favorite part, is the better question? Seems like his goal in life is to get every little piece of your flesh—especially the batches you don’t like—into his mouth and hands so he can convince you how much he loves, craves, pines after all of you. Speaking of hands, of course you love his chunky, scarred, battle worn fingers. And, since that seems to be your favorite part of him, he’s happy to agree, and wiggle his digits in front of you every once in a while as a teasing reminder of just how much you like them.

[C]um

The only thing John Wick likes teasing more than you, is himself. He’s entirely too good at keeping you both up all night either cumming or just on the precipice of it, so, by the time you’re both spent, things tend to be sticky and soaked in more than just sweat and saliva.

[D]irty Secret

There’s nothing he keeps from you, really. If you’re into it, he’s into it, and vice versa. Look at those puppy dog eyes and tell me you’re gonna tell this man no if he wants to suck your toes.

[E]xperience

Might have been a bit of a whore in his younger days, when he was still trying different bad coping skills for dealing with his own self loathing. Present, John has to really have that emotional attraction for his pants to get tighter, but he absolutely knows his way around female anatomy—as evidenced by yours and his soaked sheets.

[F]avorite Position

Either his face tucked up inside your pussy so deep his hair gets wet (John Wick’s favorite activity is making you cum in his mouth), or your knees hooked over his shoulders so he can watch your eyes roll back in your head while he reaches screaming, teeth gnashing, hellishly pleasurable depths.

[G]oofy

This one very much depends on his mood, although he’s not opposed to play fights and chasing you around the house a little bit before bending you over the couch and fucking his winning prize. He’s more playful than not most of the time, always teasing and sly, grinning against your lips and nuzzling your thighs and starting tickle fights —which may just be the only sort of fight he actually loses (sometimes).

[H]air

This man is not shaving that often these days…Something(one) else is taking up his free time. Plus, he loves to see beard burn on your skin—it means you’re his. He truly does not care at all about your body hair; whether you shave or don’t, he’s still burying his face in your cunt.

[I]ntimacy

Loving and fucking go hand in hand for him; where there is no love, there is no fuck. If he’s fucking you, he’s loving you at the same time, sometimes so deeply and intensely that the emotion becomes more overwhelming than the actual sex, which is a feat of its own. Constantly saying the dirtiest, sweetest shit to you—commanding your attention again when you try to bury your head in a pillow or close your eyes for some reprieve from his attention.

[J]ack off

You’ve both made a maddening deal that you won’t cum unless you’re in the other’s presence. It gets exceedingly frustrating at times, especially when he decides to come home from a week-long contract and then edge you out of your fucking mind for a few hours before he sends you to heaven and back on his cock

[K]ink

Hide and seek — spoiler: you always lose. Topping from the bottom — whatever you’re into, he’s into. Whatever you want, he’ll give it a try with enthusiasm. He loves pleasing you, serving you, giving you everything that you ask for and then some. John Wick is a service sub at heart, even if he takes the dominant roll to prove it. Edging and overstimulating — Living a life of pain, agony, and heartbreak has made him appreciate the finer things in life, like his cock and your cunt aching so desperately it becomes painful. He can spend all day nibbling your ears, teasing you with dark promises, brushing against your little sensitive spots, and then all night kissing your swollen clit and tickling your gspot and fucking you slow and devastatingly softly. And then there’s his love for receiving edges, leaking pools of precum while you tease his cock and kiss his tummy and nibble his hipbones.

[L]ocation

Private. He wants you to himself. The thought of someone else seeing or touching you, unless it’s something you really crave, makes him want to break bones stuff. Besides some hand holding and light cheek pecks in public, he’s not one for PDA.

[M]otivation

You don’t have to try to turn John on, which is both a blessing and a curse. More than once have you purchased a pair of cute (not even that sexy underwear) that he has ripped in half so that his impatient mouth can latch onto your pussy. He also adores femininity in all its purest forms—pretty sundresses, little strappy heels and sandals, the curves and soft places on your body, your cute giggles and soft touch and adorable pouting. Even better if you’re naturally not feminine to begin with, and take on a more masculine role; he loves to bring the little lady out in you, and take care of her.

[N]o

John will get a little rough if you ask; spank you, fuck your soul into the next life, a little bit of facefucking, but all the while he’s checking in on you, making sure you’re okay, asking if you need anything, giving you little breaks. He’s just naturally so sweet to you, it’s hard for him to complete a rough session without constant reassurance from his babydoll. So, gags are a no. He wants to—likes to—hear you, and he doesn’t need something obstructing that.

[O]ral

There are two ways that this could go. 1) With Wick slurping between your squishy thighs until dawn, delaying one orgasm after another until you’re sobbing and thrashing, until he finally lets you cum with his pruned fingers fucking up inside and sore tongue on your massively swollen clit. 2) With Baba Yaga burying his face into your folds, still in the sweaty work suit and maybe even a little blood on his tie, and taking you to heaven and back until he thinks you’re wet and stretched enough—spoiler, you are both of those things as soon as you see him…as soon as he opens his mouth—to take his cock.

[P]ace

Quick, bruising fucks in the car. Weekends in his woodsy, romantic cabin where you spend more time on his dick than off. Slow tonguing on the kitchen counter. Riding him on the doorstep while he’s in his suit when he just wants to get you off one more time before he goes off on a long job.

[Q]uickie

He prefers slow and sensual and teasing, but sometimes his cock disagrees with all that. He’s a man, after all, has needs. When he gets that haunted, dark, narrowed, pussy hungry look in his eyes—you’re fucked. You don’t know this, and he might not either, but that’s the same look he gets when he’s hunting a target.

[R]isk

What is the need for it? You’re his, completely. He doesn’t require added adrenaline when you’re around—you are his high.

[S]tamina

Y/n: *slaps John Wick’s ass* trust me, this baby can go for miles. Wait no, no, John-JOhN! Listen!—

[T]oys

As familiar as he is with the world and how it runs, he himself is a bit old school. That means holding doors open and putting you on the opposite side of the sidewalk away from traffic, but it also means he prefers to get you off with himself rather than any plastics or silicones—that is until you showed him just how fun they could be. Now, he may be initially resistant to vibrators and dildos, but that doesn’t mean he’s not privy to other tools that aid in your undoing—feathers, belts, ties, rope, his gun (unloaded, of course, don’t worry).

[U]nfair

Sometimes you feel like all the stoic, broody, dark assassin does is tease you. Not that you’re complaining, as long as his tongue or his fingers or his teeth are on you.

[V]olume

John Wick is a man of focus, determination, and sheer will power—but, make no mistake, he whimpers for you just as often as he growls.

[W]ild card

John didn’t think he’d get much out of thigh riding, until he saw you completely bare grinding your soaked cunt against the tensed muscles of his leg while he remained full on suited in black. Your fingers wrapped around his tie, the thick Kevlar of his jacket, rumpling and dampening the pristine white shirt underneath, mouth open and panting, flushed and grinding, desperate to get yourself off, nipples plucked swollen and dark by his fingers.

[X]-ray

Big Wick Energy. And, surprisingly, something you love to bite and poke, a cute little permanent pudge on his lower tummy amongst the hard panes of ab and tendon and muscle.

[Y]earning

If you’re both in good health—alright, sometimes even if you’re not (see: bullet and stab wounds, period cramps, broken bones)—you’re fucking. Often and earnestly. Debauching every available surface as soon as you get through the doors of each other's dwellings. He’s spent a lifetime training to kill, honing his body into the perfect weapon, building his inhuman stamina, unsure of why he was doing all of it in the first place—until he realized it was the universe’s grand design to assist him with fucking you whenever and wherever he wants; even when you get tired and he has to use you past the point where you can’t move or speak or think. As you’ve come to learn, it doesn’t matter if you’re too cockdrunk to assist, because John can fuck for the both of you.

[Z]zzzzzz

When he’s actually done, he’s out immediately. Just one of those common manly traits you like to poke fun at him for. At least he sleeps, now.

[demonvibez]

[Yandere] Mammon ♡

Rating: Mature [MDNI] Tags: dark content, possessiveness, fighting, stalking, implied murder, smut, gn body parts, penetration mentions, cock warming, semi public sex, changed canon events Word Count: 1.4k+ A/N: I love yans and I love Mams soooo...here we are lol. Happy Birthday to my favorite greedy demon ♡ Mammoney!

♡ Yandere Mammon, who has been by your side since the very first day you dropped into the Devildom.

-> He didn't think much of you at first - a mere hassle dropped onto his plate by his Prideful elder brother. But it doesn't take long for the Avatar of Greed to become completely obsessed with you.

-> He actually made Lucifer give him your file ahead of time, wanting to size up how much trouble you'd be and see what kinda wealth you'd be bringing him. When his golden eyes landed on your picture though, a new sense of greed wrapped itself around his heart, and he knew he just had to have you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who is a hell of a lot smarter than his brothers give him credit for.

-> He's the one that actually planted the seed in Leviathan's mind that you should make a pact with Mammon in the first place. Paying his debt to the Third Born was worth having the chance to cement himself as your first pact mate - which he always uses to his advantage.

-> Any situation you find yourself in, Mammon manipulates his way to get access to you - whether it's his usual antics (like him 'whining' about being your first man), or even some of his more greedy tricks like bribery, you'll always find him right next to you. There are even times he uses the pact to summon himself to you, and convinces you that it was subconsciously your idea because you always need him by your side - 'Ya know I was tasked to protect ya after all, treasure.'

-> On the rare occasion that Mammon can't be with you at the moment, he sends his murder of crows to look after you - especially even when you're with one of his brothers. His feathered familiars keep an eye on you no matter the realm, and they diligently report back to their Master with any findings.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed for you knows no bounds.

-> Whenever you're with one of his brothers, he finds a way to squeeze himself in. He gives them a look of warning - he wouldn't necessarily kill one of his brothers, but they might find themselves befalling serious misfortune if they don't back off from you. 

-> He doesn't afford that same luxury to strangers, though. Sure, he may start off with the warning of bad luck, each demon that gets too close to you suddenly finding themselves penniless. But if they still don't get the hint between that and Mammon's death glare, then he'll be sure to follow them home and have a nice chat with them later - just be sure to kiss his bruised and bloody knuckles when he comes home and lies about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who wants nothing more than to hoard you to himself like a rare Devildom treasure - because that's what you are to him.

-> He absolutely took Beelzebub's custard on purpose, knowing your room would get demolished in the process. Before Lucifer could make you move into Beel's room however, Mammon spots Satan and ropes him into the scene, knowing he would get triggered by the First Born and escalate the situation worse. Fists get thrown between Pride and Wrath, and Mammon uses the opportunity to steal you away to his room.

-> You pretty much live in his room now - he's replaced your destroyed belongings and given you space in his own closet. You don't notice a few of your things still going missing occasionally - and you definitely don't notice the secret door in the back of his closet, leading to the shrine he's made of you, your missing items adorning the altar.

-> Something else you fail to notice, is how he prolongs the reconstruction of your bedroom. It first started with him just tearing down the current work being done to rebuild it - that is, until he got the idea that if he started picking off the construction demons one by one, it'd surely slow down production. It was quite messy work at first, until he remembered his little brother was the Avatar of Gluttony who has never left a scrap of food behind.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who despite wanting you all for himself, still loves to show you off as 'His' to any and everyone.

-> He may be the Avatar of Greed, but he absolutely loves making people jealous - he wants them to covet what he owns, especially when it comes to you. He buys you revealing outfits that cost a pretty Grimm, just to dress you up and parade you around the city on his arm.

-> His public displays of affection for you are constant - there's not a single being in the Devildom that hasn't seen the way his hands grab your body, the way he presses his lips to your neck. And when he gives you gifts, he makes sure to do it in front of other people, so they can see the way you look at him and kiss him on the lips so lovingly. 

♡ Yandere Mammon, who toys with how much luck you have in order to keep himself as close to you as possible.

-> Some days Mammon feels you aren't giving him enough attention, and you suddenly find yourself having the worst luck - bad grades, failed cooking, accidental injuries. And there Mammon is, right there by your side with open arms, ready to care for you like the perfect boyfriend that he is.

-> Other days, Mammon spoils the hell outta you - with all that good luck on your side, you suddenly find that you won a ton of Grimm from some Devilgram contest you don't remember entering, and he's convincing you to go away to the beach for a week, just the two of you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who infects those around him with greed in order to move along his own hidden agenda.

-> He talks his way into going to your meeting with Lord Diavolo, despite Lucifer also being there. All it took was a little greed and a few well placed words to convince them to give you a permanent citizenship in the Devildom, despite all of their earlier reservations. The elder demons later side eye Mammon, but he just throws his hands up, insisting he couldn't possibly be that powerful and doing his best to hide his smugness.

-> He uses this ability on his brothers as well - usually either on Satan, Asmodeus or Belphegor. Whenever he isn't getting his way, he infects one (or multiple) of them with his greed, standing back with an arm around your shoulder and his signature smirk on his face as he hears his brothers argue with Lucifer for him - his brothers already love you, so they don't think too much about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose obsession with you fills him with an inherent need to mark you as his.

-> He needs everyone to see that you belong to him. It starts off innocently, with him giving you gifts of jewelry and insisting you wear them. Some of the jewelry very obviously brandish his sigil and symbols, but little did you know, the other pieces have secret inscriptions to let other demons know that you're his.

-> And of course he put his pact mark somewhere obvious, in a spot you couldn't hide it. 'Why would ya wanna hide it, anyways?!'

-> He also loves to bite - why wouldn't ya want his adorable fang marks on the side of your neck? He'll take any chance he can get to add another permanent little mark of his on you - without hurting you too much, of course.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed seeps into every fiber of his being as he passionately fucks you into his mattress.

-> You don't miss the way he chants 'Mine' over and over like a prayer as he roughly thrusts into you - the way his rings dig into your flesh as he holds you too tightly through your shared orgasms, silently vowing to never let you go.

-> He pours greed into your pact in order to hear you beg for him - your own avarice causing you to cock warm him even after you've both fallen asleep, so full of his sin you can't stand the thought of separating.

-> Sometimes he's so needy for you that he can't wait until the two of you get home - he'll pull you into a storage closet or an empty classroom and start having his way with you - he doesn't even care if someone hears the two of you, in fact he almost wishes they would. Knowing he's the only one that can have you this way makes him want to pound you against the wall that much harder.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who will stop at nothing to keep you forever.

"Ya don't know just how much ya mean to me, treasure. I'm never lettin' ya go."

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[patrophthia]

theodore nott headcanons

these are just my personal characterisations of theodore nott and just me rambling about him bc i love him. please let me know some of your own head canons of him and let’s talk about it!!

this has no word counts, not beta read, just fueled by my love for theodore (be kind about it please)

let’s start of with some canon complaints ones!

from what we know theodore (physically) has dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin and was described as lanky/tall. based off of these, i think he definitely has a few girls outwardly crushing on him. like how can you not when he’s quiet and tall? honestly i get.

theodore, with his pale skin, would honestly get flustered very easily and you can tell by his ears!! HIS EARS THAT TURNS RED WHEN HE FEELS JUST SLIGHT EMBARRASSED AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER (im taking no arguments here) i said what i said. theo would def keep his hair longer to help mask this little quirk of his and it would work for the most part, if not for the red tips shining through his dark locks from time to time

with how tall he is, i think he’d be pretty clumsy and uncoordinated but it’s just that he has amazing luck that no one ever gets to see him fall flat on his face.

he’s smart, we know this, but i think he’d definitely be book smart rather than street smart (that’s why blaise is in the picture), he’d be pretty closed off and intimidating to anyone who wasn’t part of his friend group, def the type to glare at you if you looked at him wrong

never held hand romantically before, this man gives off straight up ‘no bitches 🤨’ vibes

always needs comforts/hugs or any kind of support but would isolate himself from anyone who tries to provide him any of that because he’s scared of being seen as vulnerable by them

so so hard to read when you first meet him, but the more you spend just literally sitting by his sides you start to able to differentiate between his hums and nods (that’s all you’ll get from him so long as he’s sober and not your boyfriend)

i personally think seventeen’s jeon wonwoo is so so fitting for theodore (or atleast the theodore i write) he has the very cold closed off ice prince thing going on but is such a cutie i love him

now for some romantic traits one

isn’t the biggest fan of PDA —that is if it’s not him initiating it, i feel theo is the type to hold your hand under your desk, or linked pinkies as you walked down the streets, he’s very subtle with his touches but he likes having you in his hands? (if that makes sense)

forehead kisses enthusiast!!!! he would leave a small little peck on your forehead whenever you’d separate for your own classes, he does it very quick —so quick that no one ever catches it and it’s just between you and him and it’s so sickeningly sweet

would have a hard time with impromptu dates, theodore is the type to go all out when it comes to date so when the slightest thing goes wrong he thinks the whole date is wrong and you’re going to break up with him (please reassure him that you aren’t)

has a pet of some sort, he’s such a loser there’s no way he doesn’t have one; convinced you to adopt a v chubby grey cat on your first anniversary, ernie is a very happy member of the family!

isn’t the biggest pet name user? i know i write theodore using princess a lot but it’s mostly to avoid using y/n. but truthfully i think theodore would mostly call you by your name, and on the rare occasions he uses a pet name it would be between baby or my love

lovveeees being called pet name though, call him sweetheart and watch him be at your beck and call

when he loves he loves hard, you can’t tell me theodore wouldn’t be obsessed with you when you’re together. when it’s in private it’s so obvious that he wants to just bask in your attention even though he never does anything (he thinks) is worthy of it, the type to pull away from a kiss with a dopey look and try but fail to hide a smile from you

you know that trope of A calling B clingy and B distance themself bc they’re upset? ITS SO THEODORE, he’s very averse to touch and maybe one day you’re just feeling a bit too upset and need comfort from him “why are you always so clingy?” slips out and everything just comes to pause.

he knows it before he even looks at you that you’re upset, the type that thinks ‘my gf is mad at me i wish i was dead’

doesn’t really know how to apologize to you but you seem pretty cool about it, you’re still going to bed with him and not banishing him to the couch, you won’t let him touch you though “something about it being too hot”

it’s the next day when you won’t even look in his direction let alone kiss him that makes him want to hire a hitman on himself, will buy you so many things as an apology it doesn’t really work

almost asked blaise for help but scratched that idea and asked for pansy’s help instead (still doesn’t really work)

at the end hired a chef and prep dinner in your shared apartment where he got onto his knees and apologize (yes he looked ridiculous, yes it was blaise’s idea, yes blaise told you the plans before hand and asked you for a photo of theodore begging for forgiveness, yes you did get one for him)

he’s possessive and wants you to himself but also knows his place, he knows when to step in and set healthy boundaries but always breaking them just to make you happy, tries to go above and beyond for you always

tried to talk more and communicate with you how he’s feeling because he does not want this relationship to end just because he doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings

such an act of service type of guy too? would run you a bath if you seemed down, learned to cook your favorite food for you despite having the money to always eat out at the best restaurant/hire a private chef to do it for you, knows your work/school schedule very well and made sure that his visits (if there were any) was well timed

big on quality time as well!!! he just likes to have your company no matter what it is you’re doing, he just likes being by your side

loves spoiling you!!! honestly it’s sick how he does it. i think theodore would be the type to buy you whatever you wanted without ever asking you if you wanted it, if the relationship gets more serious (we’re talking living together/sharing socks serious here) would hand you his v sleek black card if you were to tell him you were going out with your friends.

i could see you at one point having an argument with him about it like: “i’m your s/o theo, not your sugar baby.”

“why can’t you just be both?” this mf

—from bee: that’s all for my theodore related rambles, pls don’t be shy and send me ask about theodore so we can talk about him tgt!!!

[actuallysaiyan]

I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part 4)

warnings: kissing, mentions of nudity, canon type violence, use of cursed techniques, gossiping and rumours word count: 2.6k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: Kugisaki needs to know what's going on between you and Kento, so she'll do what ever she can to get the information straight from the source...Gojo! Meanwhile, you and Kento arrive in the village where your mission takes place and soon realize that there is more at stake than just a curse. taglist: @beneathstarryskies Part one|Part two|Part three

“What do you mean?!” Kugisaki asks Gojo, the man now smirking.

“I sent them on a mission!”

The first years are all piled in a classroom with their sensei, watching him attentively as he explains why Nanami and you won’t be present for the next few days. Kugisaki is practically bouncing in her seat as she hears this.

Itadori scratches his head, “B-but I’m supposed to be trained by Nanamin.”

Fushiguro smirks and rolls his eyes, “Don’t worry, he’ll still train you when he returns.”

Kugisaki is the only one who really knows what all of this means at this moment. Even if Gojo is wearing his blindfold, there’s a glint in his eyes. She wanted to ask so many questions, but really there was no way for Gojo to answer all of them.

“Kugisaki-chan, you seem excited about something. Would you like to share with the rest of the class?” Gojo asks, laughing softly.

“Sensei and Nanami are going to become a couple, right?! I mean the way they are always with one another and now this…”

Gojo laughs and the two other boys just seem to be disinterested or naive about the implications. Fushiguro tries to seem as though this is something that burdens him, but in reality he does want to know more. He’s always seen Nanami-san as someone no-nonsense, but it would seem that maybe the serious ex-salaryman has a bit of a fun side to him.

“Mmmm! Now wouldn’t that be exciting to see!”

They are all about to say something else when Shoko peeks her head inside the classroom. A frown spread on her face, but in reality, she’s tickled pink about the situation. She knows that you and Nanami have been pining for one another for a long time. Neither of you have the guts to truly come to terms with what’s going on either. 

“Gossipping about your co-workers, Satoru?” Shoko asks, and she opens the door fully now. Ijichi is by her side, a serious look on his face.

Gojo smirks, “Noooo! I would never! In fact, we are discussing a very serious mission.”

Shoko laughs sarcastically. He always has this way about him. It’s an act sometimes, but she can see that her colleague and good friend is also just as tickled pink as she is. She crosses her arms over her chest, an eyebrow cocked.

“So you aren’t discussing her and Nanami?”

The room falls silent and then Gojo laughs again, his smile spreading. Kugisaki looks over at Shoko, noticing how the older woman is faltering in her very serious look. It’s not a look that’s very convincing to any of them. It’s only Ijichi at this moment who seems to be taking all of this seriously, though he is very interested in knowing what’s going to happen next.

“Nanami and her are going on a very important mission.” Gojo explains.

Shoko shakes her head, “To the honeymoon inn?”

This causes the first years to gasp. Ijichi’s eyes widen and he’s wondering if that’s truly where Gojo has decided to send them off to.

Gojo scratches his chin thoughtfully, “Is that where that is? All I know is I got reports of a very serious curse. I figured two of the best first grade sorcerers could take care of it.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

“Wake up, darling.” Nanami’s voice softly comes through.

You blink a few times, and you realize you’re on the train still. When you look out the window, you notice that it’s dark out and that you’ve arrived at your destination. You yawn softly and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. When you look at Nanami again, you smile at the way he seems so much more relaxed than before.

“We’ve arrived.”

You take his hand, your body still disoriented from the sleep. He guides you outside of the train and towards the small station in this village. You two walk over to the luggage claim, waiting for your suitcases. You even take this moment as a way for you to press yourself close to him. Nanami wraps his arm around your waist, holding you as close to him as he can.

“Did you sleep well?” He inquires.

You nod and yawn again, “Yeah but I missed the whole train ride.”

This causes you to pout and Nanami finds it so fucking cute. You’re way too adorable when you’re sleepy like this. Once you two have located your suitcases, he insists on carrying them both to the inn. You want to protest, but you’re just a little too sleepy.

The walk from the station to the inn is nice. It’s a quiet little village. A few shops and residences line the streets. A few people are out and about, and there’s music coming from what looks like the bar. You look around, becoming charmed and enchanted by this sweet place. Kento keeps his arm wrapped around you tightly enough so that you stay close to him.

You enter the inn together, chatting about how beautiful this village is. Despite having a mission to go on together and to complete, it was still nice to get out of Tokyo and relax for a bit in a small village. 

At the counter is a small elderly woman who’s busy working on a crossword puzzle from the crinkled newspaper. She barely looks up and mutters something, but then you both watch as her face lights up when she notices just who she’s seeing.

“Ah!! Come in, come in! You must be Mr. and Mrs. Nanami!”

Your heart drops when you hear her greet you both like this. Is this really how Gojo made the reservations for you both? You look at Kento, who’s gritting his teeth but then he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we aren’t married.”

She frowns, “Oh but the nice man on the phone said…” Then she perks up. “Oh! I know, you aren’t married yet!”

Your cheeks burn at all of this. You were still a little sleepy and groggy, and knowing that Satoru had lied about you and Kento just made you even more susceptible to becoming embarrassed. Mostly you were embarrassed because you wished this was really your honeymoon. Or something similar at the very least.

“Right right,” Kento says, just trying to get her to stop talking about it. “We’re here for our room, ma’am.”

She winks before handing you the keys, “Honeymoon suite it is! I’m sure you’ll still find it perfect for two young lovers such as yourselves!”

You’re about to interject when Kento just guides you by the hand. You can still hear the older woman cooing and laughing as you walk down the hallway. Before you know it, you’re in front of the room door.

“Leave it to Satoru to make us look like fools,” Kento scoffs as he unlocks the door.

“It’s fine, Kento. I’m not mad.”

His heart flutters in his chest. Ever since the train ride, he was beginning to wonder where your true feelings for him lie. It’s difficult enough to be co-workers who have everyone else in their business, but to navigate these feelings together is scary enough.

Once he opens the door, the two of you gasp. It’s a beautiful traditional room. Spacious entryway with lots of room to sit around. In the living area, it has a big kotatsu for those cold nights and lots of cushioned sofas. There’s even a flat-screen TV; this must be a newer addition to the otherwise older styled room.

You make your way towards the sliding doors and open them wide. Your eyes bulge out of your skull as you see the beautiful master bedroom that awaits you. Mahogany and cherry wood walls, beautiful tatami floors and a huge bed that could easily sleep ten.

Then you look around the room, noticing the desk that’s been strategically placed in front of one of the bigger windows in the room. Wooden blinds have been pulled up just enough to spot the private onsen that awaits you outside. Kento comes into the room, suitcases placed carefully on the ground.

“He really spared no expenses, hm?”

You turn to face him and there’s a childlike glow to your eyes. You’ve never stayed in such a luxurious room while on a mission before. It’s usually just a standard hotel room or little bedroom in the inn. This was far more expensive and fancy than anything else you’ve ever witnessed.

“So…I guess this is where we’re meant to fuck like bunnies, yes?”

Kento laughs at the way you’ve put this. You both know you’ve got a serious mission to tend to. It’s not just fun and games. But a part of you wants to be able to enjoy this luxury while you’re able to. Because you know that as soon as you leave this village, you and Kento are right back to normal life.

“There’s even an onsen…” you say softly.

Kento smirks, “A dip in the onsen while out in the moonlight? My, my…you are rather romantic.”

This makes your heart skip a beat. You look up at the ex-salaryman and wonder if he truly wants to do this with you. He smiles at you; it’s a genuine smile that seemingly only you get to see. Then you both nod and agree to take a nice dip in the onsen.

He’s in the water first, groaning softly as the warm water envelops him and soothes his aching muscles. He allows his eyes to close. All that can be heard are the soft melodies of the crickets and other nighttime dwelling insects. Then his eyes snap open to the sound of sliding door opening. You’re standing there, a fluffy white towel wrapped around your form. Kento’s eyes widen when he finally gets to see you in this way.

“You look comfortable,” you comment as you approach him.

Kento watches you carefully as you dip your toes into the warm water. A smile spreads on your face as you see just how soothing this experience is going to be. Then his cheeks burn as you unwrap the towel and he looks away. He’d be lying if he said his cock didn’t twitch at the thought of the two of you being naked together in the water.

 A cute little sigh escapes your lips as you slide into the water until it reaches your collarbone. Finally, Kento looks over at you again but he thinks it’s a mistake on his part. You look way too good with the water covering almost all of you.

“Heh, cat got your tongue?” you ask, teasing him lightly.

Kento clears his throat, “Uh…no, sorry. I’m just enjoying this peaceful moment.”

There’s another bout of silence as the two of you bask under the beautiful moonlight. It really is the perfect night. Neither of you would truly believe you’re away on a business trip. Really, it does feel almost like a honeymoon.

“Darling,” Kento’s voice doesn’t falter this time. “Have I ever told you just how breathtaking you are?”

Your heart skips a beat when you hear him talking to you so sweetly. You move a little closer to him in the water, giving you the chance to check him out. Kento clearly takes his workouts quite seriously given the fact that he is so jacked.

You blush, “You’re one to talk, Kento…”

He laughs at your cute attempt at returning the compliment. He wraps one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to him. You’re inches away from one another. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his hand cupping your chin.

“I can’t hold back, please don’t be angry with me for this.”

You don’t even get a chance to think properly before you feel Kento’s cushioned lips onto yours. The kiss begins tentatively but when he feels you kissing back, he really deepens it. His tongue soothes against your bottom lip, parting your lips. The minute your tongues touch, you swear it’s all over for you. You’re in so deep now, you can’t even really deny your feelings for him anymore.

Your tongues rub and roll together sensually. You move to begin running your fingers through his soft blond hair. He grunts in appreciation as you begin tugging on it so softly. He’s enamored by this very moment and he’s enamored by you. You’re about to straddle him when the sound of another sliding door makes you both jump apart.

The elderly woman is smirking, “Oh! I’m sorry, have I disturbed you?”

Kento sighs, “No ma’am. We were just headed back to our room.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

You’re tired when you wake up the next day. Your night was filled with you and Kento trying to tiptoe around the situation that happened in the onsen. But nothing was going to be able to erase and take back that steamy makeout session.

You sleep in the big bed, and Kento ends up sleeping on a soft cot in the corner of the room. You dream of him confessing, but your dreams are also plagued with him confessing to someone else. It’s a redheaded woman that you’ve never met before, but she seems to know Kento well.

And so when you awake the next morning, you’re grumpy and groggy. Kento greets you with a freshly brewed pot of coffee and some complimentary breakfast from the elderly lady. Neither of you talk about what happened in the onsen. It’s a comfortable yet somewhat awkward silence as the two of you eat breakfast and get ready for your mission.

The elderly woman becomes much too helpful the moment you ask her the details about the mission. She sends you both in the direction of an old and abandoned inn on the outskirts of town. It’s a place that's frequented by the local teens and they’ve all claimed to be bothered and attacked by some unknown entity.

Once you make your way there, the feeling of the cursed energy becomes very heavy. You use Scorpios power; the ability to have a bunch of little scorpions head inside to scope out the situation. Kento is also alert, but he waits for the return of the scorpions.

“There’s a decently sized curse in there.” You say to Kento as the scorpions begin to dissipate.

He hums in agreement, “Alright. Let’s go in there and get rid of it.”

The curse ends up being a giant blob of green goop; a mouth in place of a proper face. It squeals and shrieks, making you and Kento both annoyed by the sounds it makes. He moves over to you, wrapping his arm around you. This makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I think we can double-team this, yeah?”

You nod your head, “Of course!”

You summon some cursed energy in your hands, summoning Sagittarius’ bow and arrow. Kento settles behind you, his own blade drawn. Then with him using his Ratio technique, you fire off Sagittarius’ arrow. It hits with scary accuracy, the shot ending up right in the weak spot of the curse thanks to Kento’s cursed technique. 

As the blob begins to disintegrate, you feel Kento’s warm breath still on your neck. He doesn’t pull away just yet, instead he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. A soft sound comes from him, almost a plea to keep you where you’re standing.

“I promise,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m going to take you out on a proper date when we get home.”

And with that, he seals the deal with a tender kiss.

[cherienymphe]

The Less I Know The Better VI (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, mild unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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JJ was in hell.

Not literally, of course, but in his own personal hell that he didn’t even realize existed. At least, not in this way. He was at some party, another the second day in a row, and surrounded by people he normally would’ve been ecstatic to be around. There was an endless supply of beer and enough weed to go around twice, and he was surrounded by all of his friends.

Almost all of them anyway.

Your absence was glaring, and it wasn’t in a way where he knew you were just at home or just on the other side of the island. It wasn’t like JJ could call you up and convince you to drag your ass out of bed to come and hang out with them. The blond grimaced, taking another bitter sip of the drink in his cup.

You were out of town…with Rafe…and doing God knows what.

“You’re not…concerned…at all?”

That’s what he’d asked Kie one day, standing on her porch while she looked at him with something he couldn’t place. It was a cross between annoyance and disgust, like he was wrong to voice his concerns about you running off with Rafe for a few days.

“Not really, no,” she had told him, sighing. “She likes him, and Rafe hasn’t been anything but good to her-.”

“Yeah, now,” he had interrupted, recalling the many times it had been all of you against the Kook.

Now, it seemed like everyone just wanted to pretend none of that had ever happened just because he was with you. JJ knew plenty of guys who changed their tune when it came to some girl they wanted to fuck. Rafe wasn’t special.

“Is that what you came all the way over here for? To talk shit about Rafe and treat Y/N like she’s incapable of looking after herself?”

Kie had sounded almost exhausted, maybe even disappointed, and JJ had taken the hint. That was two days ago, and while he’d done a good job of keeping his thoughts to himself, he wasn’t doing the best job of keeping them in check. His mind kept threatening to go places he didn’t want it to go, and every time it did, he took a few more gulps.

Earlier, he’d heard John B. and Sarah talking about checking up on you, relieved that you were having a good time. JJ’s gut had twisted painfully, upset with both himself for not reaching out and you for going off with Rafe to begin with. It was silly, he knew. Rafe was your boyfriend, after all, but that was a fact he still hadn’t made peace with no matter how many months had passed.

He told himself that he hadn’t reached out because he didn’t want to disturb you, but that was a lie. JJ knew the truth. He didn’t think he had it in him to listen to you go on and on about your alone time with Rafe. He didn’t want to hear how much fun you were having with the guy he could barely stand to look at. He didn’t want to hear that smile in your voice and know it was all because of Rafe.

He didn’t want to hear how happy you were away from him.

Some girl was walking JJ to her house, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this drunk. The party was still going on when she’d pulled him into a kiss, a desperation in him to forget about what was plaguing his thoughts. She was pretty enough, fun enough, and even if she wasn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered.

Her back was pressed to her doorway as she leaned up into him, arms thrown around his neck. He ignored all the signs that he wasn’t into this…not like he normally would be. His heart beat as calmly as it always did, he didn’t feel quite so warm, and kissing her felt more like a chore than a want. He wasn’t excited to see what she looked like naked, but JJ was desperate…and angry.

That was the main thing he’d been trying to push down, how angry he was.

At everything, but mostly at you. Why didn’t you have the strength to not fall for Rafe’s bullshit? Even if the asshole had really changed, should that matter? Wasn’t it enough that he and JJ hated each other? Wasn’t it enough that Rafe had talked down on people like you forever? What, a smile, flowers, and some change of words and suddenly he’s the guy of your dreams?

JJ stared up at the girl hovering over him, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking past her, jaw clenching and eyes hardening. He had always thought you were smarter than that, better than that, and maybe you were… You were still the best friend he knew, that hadn’t changed, but maybe in his efforts to look out for you, maybe all he’d done was make you desperate for guys like Rafe.

You were his best friend, but you were still a girl. A girl who wanted flowers and nice dates and some pretty boy to tell you how nice you looked. Maybe if JJ had realized that sooner, like John B. and Pope had, then maybe you wouldn’t be off with Rafe now. Maybe he could’ve helped you date some nice Pogue.

You could’ve found some guy who wasn’t a rich asshole. Someone who didn’t have an ugly history with all of you and who didn’t require weeks of sneaking around and a whole big speech planned just to tell them you guys were dating? Someone nice, who gave a shit about everyone no matter where they came from, and someone who wouldn’t have to throw money around to impress you.

JJ could feel his fingers pressing into unfamiliar thighs, and when he looked up, the girl from the party was smiling down at him. She kissed him again, and JJ’s stomach churned. He kissed her back, trying to force himself to calm down, but it didn’t feel right. Her hair wasn’t right, her skin wasn’t right, and her voice only served to grate on his nerves.

His lashes fluttered, and when he opened his eyes again, in the low lighting, everything about her looked off. All too aware of the beer just sloshing around in his stomach, JJ abruptly sat up. She was confused and out of breath, and he only just realized that his shirt was gone. She was holding her dress to her, pulling it down as he’d pushed it up to her waist without even noticing.

“Are you okay…?”

No.

He wasn’t.

Here he was, alone with some pretty half naked girl, and he didn’t even care. He looked at her, and everything about her was just wrong…and he didn’t know why. Mumbling a half answer to her, JJ pushed himself to his feet, pulling on his shirt. He could tell that her feelings were hurt, and he mumbled out an apology before stumbling out of her house.

JJ knew that Pope would be laughing at him if he could see him, now. JJ? Turning down a hookup? It was more likely that hell would freeze over, and yet here he was. Stumbling through The Cut with his mind all over the place, but with you at the center. He ran his hands down his face and through his hair, telling himself to get a grip.

It wasn’t even until he’d been walking for longer than he realized that it hit him where he was going. He cursed to himself, staring at the approaching building with a frown, noting that neither of your parents were home. He could feel himself shaking as he walked around to your window, more than familiar with how to jimmy it to sneak in.

He’d done it so many times, but for some reason, it felt wrong tonight. Was it because you weren’t home? Although it wasn’t unusual for him to sneak in and wait for you. Maybe it was because he wasn’t waiting for you? Because he was sneaking in for the wrong reasons, now? Or maybe because you had a boyfriend now and things were just…different?

JJ’s jaw ticked at that, and he softly closed your window.

Your room always smelled like you. It was where you spent most of your time, after all, but in this moment, the scent of you almost seemed to overpower him. It bombarded his senses and drunk and angry and frustrated, JJ stumbled towards your bed. He plopped down on it, face pressed to his hands, his mind torturing him with thoughts of you and Rafe.

He’d been trying to push it out for weeks, but with both beer and weed screwing with his head, he didn’t have the mental capacity to keep it up.

He could almost see it as clear as day. You and Rafe alone in some hotel room that cost more than ten times what his bike was worth. He could almost hear whatever Rafe would say to get you to relax, to open up for him. He could imagine the way you’d giggle, that high-pitched almost childish sound you let out when you were really amused by something.

JJ was lying back, staring at your ceiling with heavy eyes and a heavy chest. It was like he was staring right at it, looking on as Rafe pressed kisses all over you. Watching as his hand disappeared between your legs, as you wrapped your arms around him, as you leaned up into him. JJ was making himself sick with the thought, but it wasn’t all in his head, his stomach flipping as he hurried to your bathroom.

Something was wrong.

JJ knew you like the back of his hand, so he knew that something was wrong no matter how much you pretended it wasn’t.

It had been weeks, almost two months exactly, since your romantic getaway with your boyfriend. Almost two months since that night where he couldn’t even kiss some girl without thinking of you. Almost two months since the vivid thoughts of you and Rafe had made him stick his head in your toilet, violently ill. Almost two months since he’d woken up in your bed, eyes red and face tight from a night of crying that he couldn’t even remember.

You had come back to Outer Banks with a smile and a glow that almost made him sick again. You told them all about the trip and how much fun you had, and like a good best friend, JJ had smiled through it all. He told you how great that was even though he wanted to gag. He was visibly happy for you even though he wanted to poke his eyes out.

JJ hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you, hanging onto your every word despite how much they upset him. Your eyes had been a little bit brighter, your smile a little bit wider, and your laugh a little bit louder. He had pulled you into a hug, arms tight around you with his face pressed into the crook of your neck. He hadn’t been able to stop breathing you in, unable to stop focusing on the feel of your heart beating in your chest.

It had taken everything in him to pull away.

When you had turned to Kie, JJ had ran his gaze over you. He took in your hair and the luster of your skin, and even your clothes. You seemed different, but that could’ve easily all been in his head. Nothing at all could’ve happened on the trip, but his chest kept twisting with the thought that that wasn’t true. He kept imagining you and Rafe naked, the blond Kook taking advantage of you in a way that made JJ’s fingers curl into fists.

“I’m surprised you’re not staying at Rafe’s tonight,” he’d said when he helped you unpack.

JJ tried to sound casual about it, but he didn’t know if he succeeded.

“I spent almost a week cooped up in a room with him,” you had replied, making JJ freeze. “I like being home with my parents…and my friends.”

You were too busy making a wash pile to take note of the way JJ’s face had paled. Of course, the two of you weren’t going to spend a vacation in separate rooms. He knew that, it made sense, but hearing you say it only served to make JJ’s skin grow cold. He had taken a deep breath, forcing himself to finish helping you unpack.

“Why did you think you were going away for a month?” he had joked, referring to how much you overpacked.

“I didn’t,” you had said, tossing a shirt at him. “I just went shopping while I was there. Rafe is very…generous.”

JJ supposed that was one way to put it, and as if his mood couldn’t have gotten any more sour, his fingers brushed over something at the bottom of your suitcase. It was thin and lacey, and JJ had glanced at you, making sure your back was still turned while he inspected it. He didn’t pull it all the way out of the bag, just enough to see what it was, and he swore he dropped it like it was on fire.

For a few seconds, his hearing had gone out, an annoying ringing in his ears. It looked like something some spoiled Kook princess would wear, trying to spice up her loveless marriage or seduce some airheaded boyfriend. His fingers had clenched on the strap of your bag, and his eyes had lifted to land on you.

While it confirmed nothing, it did confirm what was on your mind.

“I have to go,” he’d rushed out, fighting to ignore the confusion on your face as you faced him.

It was obvious you were bothered by his sudden departure. After all, he hadn’t seen you in almost a week, but you had forced a weak smile on your face, anyway.

“Oh…okay. Um… You’ll be at John B.’s later though, right?”

The truth was that JJ didn’t know. The very concrete fact that you wanted to have sex with Rafe made him want to crawl out of his skin, but he also hated hurting you, so he just nodded. He hadn’t been able to resist when you hugged him, hugging you back before attempting to leave in a way that wasn’t so obvious he wanted to get as far away from you as possible. He could feel the bile rising in his throat when he climbed onto his bike then.

That was weeks ago, months ago, but now something was wrong.

It was funny. JJ had wished for times like this, times where Rafe would ultimately fuck up, and JJ was who you’d run to. JJ prayed that you’d see him for what he really was one way or another, uncaring if Rafe hurt you in the process as long as it opened your eyes. Yet, the time had arrived and JJ…felt bad.

No, you hadn’t said anything to him to confirm his suspicions, but he could see it all over your face.

You’d been quieter lately, something wholly unlike you. You’d separate yourself from the group at times, curled up with Rafe’s jacket, eyes distant as you faced away from them. JJ would take the time to really study you, noting the dim look in your gaze and the way you’d press your lips together. Something was bothering you, and as sneaky as it was, JJ had even tried to get you to drink to loosen your lips.

“N-no,” you almost bit out, practically knocking the drink out of his hand when you pushed it away.

JJ was startled by the action, and by the widening of your eyes, it was clear that you’d shocked yourself. Your lips parted, and your gaze was apologetic when you looked up at him from your place in the chair.

“No, sorry,” you whispered, gaze finding the ground. “Not in the mood…”

Everyone else was poking at the fire, Pope’s voice carrying, and JJ made himself comfortable beside you. You weren’t looking at him, either refusing to or deep in thought, and JJ took your hand after setting the drink down. You didn’t react, and he brought your hand closer, using his other to trace patterns into your skin.

“Y/N.”

You didn’t react the first time, only looking up when he called your name a third time. JJ frowned, leaning in and holding your gaze, his own worried.

“Are you okay…?”

It took you a while to answer, blinking a few times before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you whispered.

JJ didn’t believe you, his frown deepening. You told each other everything, always had, especially anything serious, and whatever was bothering you was clearly serious enough. However, your efforts to keep it from him only added to his belief that it had everything to do with Rafe. He was tempted to hound Kie about it, knowing that if you told anyone, it would be her, but he decided against it.

His suspicions that something was wrong were only confirmed when he dropped by your house one night.

He was going to sneak in your window like he often did, prepared to tap on the glass and wait for you to let him in. However, with his hand already raised in the air, JJ decided against it. Your lamp was on, and your back was to him as you curled up on the bed. At first glance, he thought you were asleep, but the more he stared at you, he realized that wasn’t the case.

You were trembling, your body and movements shaking the bed so badly that he knew you were crying.

That was how he ended up at the front door, smiling at your mom as she opened the door for him. He wasn’t just going to abandon you and pretend he hadn’t seen, but he also wanted to give you some semblance of privacy, some time to collect yourself. It was clear that you didn’t want him to know you were struggling with something.

“JJ,” she loudly praised, pulling him into a hug. “I always love seeing your face.”

“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. She home?”

“Yeah,” she told him. “She’s been holed up in her room most of the day, but go on in.”

She waved him off, making her way back to the laundry room. JJ remembered what you’d said about your parents not quite warming up to Rafe, and he couldn’t stop his small smile as he made his way to your room. As he stood right outside of your door, he could hear you crying, confirming his earlier thoughts.

His heart clenched at the sound, and JJ didn’t think it was possible to hate Rafe any more, and yet… It had to be Rafe, right? Normally, you’d tell JJ anything that was bothering you, but your silence with this was telling. The sound of your cries had JJ swallowing, and he waited a moment before knocking and announcing himself.

“H-hang on.”

Your voice was shaky, strained, and when your door finally opened, JJ wasn’t surprised by the redness in your eyes and the bags underneath them. You both knew each other like the back of your hands, so he knew that you knew he noticed, his blue eyes drinking you in. Neither of you said anything when you let him in, and JJ watched you pull your sweater tighter around yourself.

“What’s wrong?” he finally said, continuing before you could say anything. “You’ve been weird for days now, and…”

He gestured to your face as you sat down on the edge of your bed.

“We tell each other everything,” he softly reminded you, almost regretting it when your face almost crumbled again.

“Really, JJ, it’s nothing.”

“Is it Rafe?”

“…no,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s not Rafe.”

JJ noticed that you hesitated, and he looked away.

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

He watched you move back onto your bed, leaning against your headboard.

“I just…haven’t been feeling good, that’s all.”

JJ supposed it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

“Look…I know that you know how I feel about Rafe. Truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever be his biggest fan, but I don’t want you to think that doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me…about whatever.”

You sniffed, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it.

“I just want you to know that.”

You only nodded at that, and JJ sighed. He didn’t feel right about leaving you, so he joined you, relieved when you only laid down when he turned on the tv. He asked if you wanted to take something, but you only shook your head in response. JJ forced himself to focus on the TV, feeling like you were so close but so far away.

It was only when he’d blown through half a season of some show that he realized you’d fallen asleep. He looked down at you, your head level with his waist while you curled up. His eyes briefly caught onto Rafe’s jacket on your chair, and he felt anger flare up in him before looking back to you.

It was like his body had a mind of it’s own, JJ standing on the outside as he watched himself reach for you. His fingers brushed over your face, taking note of the dampness on your cheeks, and he swallowed. Despite what you said, he knew it had to be because of Rafe. It just had to be, and JJ laid down too, making sure his face was level with yours.

Your breathing was even, but even in your sleep, your problems still haunted you. Your face was tense, a wrinkle in your forehead and lips downturned. JJ hated the look on you, and he didn’t really feel present as he watched himself drag his finger along your lips. He could feel his heart racing, and his brows drew together, frowning at that.

He had half a mind to go to the Cameron’s and demand to know what Rafe had done to you. He knew you wouldn’t appreciate that though, and there was still a chance it had nothing to do with Rafe, at all, but his gut told him that wasn’t the case. His fingers were playing with your hair now, and JJ couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the strangest thought shooting through his mind.

Your lips were still wet with your tears, and for some reason…he really wanted to kiss them.

[ladyvillainous]

Ardeth Bay NSFW Alphabet

Working on a little something new just need to do a little editing but while you're waiting have some more head canons on my latest character obsession

A Aftercare

(What they’re like after sex)

He likes to hold you close as you both recover continuing to kiss you softly as he rubs his hands over your skin just wanting to

B Body part

(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your skin because it’s so soft he can’t help but want to be touching you constantly. You make sure to apply your jasmine scented body oil daily to keep it that way knowing how much he loves to touch you and the smell of the oil. If you really want to drive him nuts, you rub a small amount through your hair, it’s guaranteed to have him wrapped around you in no time.

C Cum

(Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He would never lay a hand on you until you were married and as such getting you pregnant wouldn’t be an issue. In fact, he loves to see your rounded belly as you grow his child, he thinks your even more irresistible this way. It’s because of this that he always likes to come inside you and nowhere else.

D Dirty Talk

(Do they like to talk dirty on the job? Do they like you to talk dirty to them? What sort of things do they say?)

He’s more likely to praise and worship you with words of love and encouragement than with filthy things thought he can get a bit borderline when you’re going down on him as he can get carried away.

E Experience

(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He had a few dalliances when he was younger but once he took his oath, he realised the life of Medjai was not well suited a long-term relationship and he had no interest in brothels or ruining a woman’s reputation for nothing. He’s no virgin but hasn’t anywhere near the experience some of the other men do, whatever he may lack he more than makes up for with passionate intensity.

F Favourite Position

(This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves any position that allows him to gaze into your eyes, though is partial to having you sat on his lap because he can hold you so much closer while still maintaining control.

When he wants to switch it up, he likes to get you on all fours and then pull you up flush against his chest, it takes a little twisting to get into position, but he can still kiss you breathless and the angle of his thrusts turn you to jelly in his arms.

G Goofy

(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He has a surprisingly wicked sense of humour, but this tends to show itself in sly comments here and there and during sex is often not the moment for this. It doesn’t stop him grinning wickedly at you when he teases you. Generally, he’s so intense it doesn’t occur to either of you to find anything funny.

H Hair

(How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s quite a hairy man thought not excessively just enough to look stereotypically manly without veering into werewolf territory. When he’s out in the desert he doesn’t worry about grooming down there at all even lets his beard grow out somewhat. But when he returns home or if you visit him at one of the outposts, he will take the time to clear up the jungle and shave.

I Intimacy

(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Ardeth is a very passionate, intense, loyal man which often translates to soft sensual touches that make your heart overflow for him.

J Jack Off

(Masturbation head canon)

Sometimes the only thing getting him through the long, lonely nights in the desert is thoughts of you. However, he doesn’t always have the privacy to be able to do anything more than think about you. This can mean he returns from weeks or months away and pretty much carries you straight to bed, he needs you repeatedly after that much time apart with no relief.

K Kink

(One or more of their kinks)

It took some time to convince him, but he did finally indulge you and tie you to your bed. He was extremely uncomfortable at first as he was worried about hurting you, but he unexpectedly loved it. He doesn’t want to indulge all the time because his fear returns full force in between but on occasion he will whip out the rope using the excuse that he wants to try a new knot he’s learnt, despite the fact that you’re more than willing excuse or no excuse.

L Location

(Favourite places to do the do)

He wants privacy for you both so at home in your own bed is his reference. He makes an exception for his chambers at the mountain outpost, but with only a curtain separating you both from the rest of the outpost you do have to be quieter than normal.  He has also been known to draw you into the armoury after training but that’s only because he hasn’t the patience to wait to get you home.

M Motivation

(What turns them on, gets them going)

Showing a little skin is a foolproof way to get his attention. Wearing your caftan with the long thigh high split around the house when you’re just doing everyday household chores, get you tossed over his shoulder and escorted upstairs in double time.

N NO

(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not hurt you period end of sentence no will he give up control for the same reason. He got carried away the first time you slept together, which was also your first time ever, when you bled slightly after he thought he’d hurt you and was horrified. He fled to the spare room and wouldn’t come near you for quite some time, until you figured out what had upset him and were able to assure him you weren’t hurt. It still plays on his mind though even to this day.  

O Oral

(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both, he has been known to pull multiple orgasms from you in one session to the point you’re begging him to stop. He loves it when you go down on him as it allows him to give up some control without any risk of hurting you, because of this he would never hold your head while you pleasure him let alone push down for fear you would gag.

P Pace

(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, sensual and powerful is his go to, occasionally he will get a little rougher with you, but his pace is always carefully controlled and measured for maximum pleasure while making it last longer for the both of you.

Q Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

A quickie with Ardeth isn’t exactly a quick as he no interesting in just ploughing you into a wall and moving on. He wants to take his time with you ensure you feel loved and safe. The closest he gets to quick are the times in the armouring after training but even those sessions run long to the point that you’re shocked you haven’t been caught yet. What neither of you know is that the armoury guards have caught on and will always guard the door until your done and then discretely make themselves scarce, so you never even know they were there. Ardeth suspects because of the knowing smiles they shoot him later the same day, but he chooses to ignore it.

R Risk

(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s happily experiment with any position or technique you want to try but he’d never put your safety at risk. Neither would he risk exposing you in any way… with the notable exception of the armoury.

S Stamina

(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The man is built for endurance he could fight Anubis stay up all night trekking through the jungle, fight Anubis warriors in the morning, spend 4 -5 hours on horseback see to his men and still rock your world so thoroughly you’re seeing stars. I know that’s an incredibly specific example, but it’s happened at least once.

T Toy

(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The 1920/30’s were not known for a plethora of sex toy options. You have both heard about a device called a vibrator but have never tried one. Ardeth doesn’t believe any electric device could be any better than what you already experience together, and you completely agree being more than satisfied with your sex life.

U Unfair

(How much they like to tease)

Usually, he’ll deliver orgasm after mind blowing orgasm no waiting, but on occasion he can been downright evil. This often coincides with the time the ropes come out of the box under the bed.

V Volume

(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not excessively loud he’d rather keep your private life private and would hate for anyone to overhear you both. However, at home behind locked doors he feels freer to up the volume.

Generally, it’s whispered terms of endearment or general grunts of effort with the odd growl, but he does get borderline filthy when you go down on him

W Wild Card

(Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

Nothing gets him worked up more than watching you school the young Medjai in weapons. He loves watching them underestimate you and then being eviscerated by your skills. This isn’t a secret to you but the fact that after the first session of every new group he corners you in the armoury for a quick intense session that leaves your legs shaking is only something the 2 of you know.

X X-Ray

(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

Canonically Ardeth is nearly 6ft 2in and solidly built so I think he’d be a reasonable size just borderline on how easily you can get him in your mouth but a little girthier than the norm.

Y Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

Varies depending on his schedule and how much access he has to you. Out in the desert it can wither away to almost nothing but back home he will be on you every second he can spare from his duties.

Z ZZZ

(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually, your sessions are so intense that you both fall asleep very quickly but always with your arms wrapped round one another.

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Losing Game (4/4)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: Mature / Angst

TW: Mental Health

Word: 5,000+

Summary: Bryce and Luna have worked things out. But there is still one visit to make before Bryce and Luna find closure.

A/N: This has been a story that’s very dear to me. I went a bit off-canon so I hope you’ll give it a try. As always thank you to everyone who gives my stories and my characters a chance 🩷🌙

A/N 2: In case you missed the parts before here they are: Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3

A/N 3: Thank you to @annieruok94 🌷🩷 and @aallotarenunelma 🌺🩷 I hope you like the part with Adam, it was inspired by you 🥰

Side note: I also made a playlist for Part 4, (the previous two parts include a playlist as well).

The next day…

Bryce

I traded my shift with Aubrey so that I could have the day off.

I was watching Luna get dressed in a pink overall with a white shirt underneath, while I was lying in bed.

Luna turned towards me as she put her hair in a bun, a few blonde strands escaping her bun. She turned to me as I was basking in her light.

”I was thinking of visiting your dad today and I’d like to come with you if you want me to and if you feel ready for us to go together.“

I raised my eyebrows as I propped myself up against the pillow resting behind me.

”Are you sure? It’s not too much for you?“ I asked while I got out of bed.

She hugged me.

”Yes, I’m sure. Also, I love hugging you like this.“

”Any particular reason why?“ I grinned.

”This fine piece of ass. I like it.“

”Well this fine piece of ass made you feel real special last night. Also, I like this dirty side of you Lunes.“

I started to unbutton the straps of her overall but she stopped me.

”B we can’t. We’ll be late. The visiting hours aren’t that long.“

I sighed. She smiled and kissed me on my still-smiling lips.

”Really?“ I asked and tried to convince her for a quick round.

”Puppy dog eyes won’t work. Come on get dressed babe.“ She slapped my ass. I laughed out loud and got dressed.

And together we drove to prison to visit my dad.

Bryce

It’s weird to be here at the Halawa Correctional Facility, again.

The guards searched us, then gave us visitor passes and let us through. We sat at a dark grey table in the cafeteria, only one other guy was sitting down with his family from the looks of it.

I don’t think I’ve noticed anything that day. Not the color of the table or if anyone else was present. It might even be the same table I sat at the other day.

My dad walked in and they released the handcuffs and let him sit with us.

Both Lunes and I sat there as my dad walked over and sat down opposite us. He looked at me and smiled.

Then he turned to Luna and he offered his hand. Luna shook it and held onto it for a couple of seconds.

”You must be Mr. Lahela. I’ve heard so many things about you.“

I winced and tried to hide the fact that I hadn’t told Luna much. An acidic feeling rose inside of me. Recognizing it as guilt. For not telling her more about my messed up family life sooner.

But maybe I could change that and tell her everything later. I trust Luna, more than anyone. Maybe it’s time to lay all the cards on the table. Talking to Luna about my family might relieve some of the residual pain I’ve been carrying around for years.

”You must be Luna.“ My dad said and smiled at her. Luna nodded and I tuned back into the conversation.

”So Bryce has told you a lot of things about me? Like that pink is my favorite color?“ He joked but Luna didn’t know that my dad's favorite color is blue. Like mine. Well, blue-green is my favorite. I wonder why? I snicker.

”No way! I once told Bryce how good he’d look in pink scrubs. Like a deep magenta or a mauve tone. He’d be a stunner.“

My dad grinned at Luna’s enthusiasm. I haven’t seen him smile like that in a long time. Looks as if Luna can win anyone over.

”Or cherry red like that hickey.“ My dad pointed to me. I blushed down to my hair roots. Luna held out her hand for a high five and my dad smacked it.

”Hell yeah.“ Luna grinned, not embarrassed at all.

”Oh, man.“ I mumbled. She smacked me onto my arm.

”Ow that hurt.“ I rubbed the spot she smacked me.

”Man up.“ She grinned.

”Really? In front of my dad?“ I said and both Luna and my dad just laughed.

”Oh please. I’m sure your dad knows we’re sleeping together. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be pregnant.“

"Looks as if that train left the station a long time ago." My dad laughed out loud and started wiping tears from out of the corner of his eyes, Luna grins.

”I like her, she's got balls.“ My dad said.

”Dad!“ I exclaimed.

”Oh don’t worry. My delicate sensibilities weren’t hurt.“ Luna waved him off.

We kept chatting for the remainder of the visit. When it’s time to leave I help Luna when we both get up, my dad stands up as well.

”It was great meeting you Luna. I can tell you’re keeping my son on his toes.“

”Oh I sure do. Bryce is a great guy. I’m very proud of him.“ Luna said with a hint of a warning in her tone. My dad raised his eyebrows and got the message loud and clear. Then he smiled.

”She’s a keeper. Also, I’d love it if you called me Keola. Mr. feels too formal.“

Luna beamed at him.

”Sure no problem Keola. That would be nice. Would it be okay if I hugged you? You don’t have to, but I’d love a hug.“

My dad grinned and hugged her. God, what did I do to deserve someone like Luna? When they broke apart my dad waited.

”What are you waiting for? Get in here. Maybe before I become a grandfather?“

”Burn,“ Luna commented. I let out a surprised laugh and my dad and I hugged. It felt different to hug him now than it did when I was a teenager.

He felt more thin and frail. But it’s good to hug him because he’s my dad. And just like that something shifts into the right place. When we broke apart we picked up the conversation about the twins.

”We’re expecting twins in March.“ Luna said and my dad nodded happily. I can tell he’s happy. He’s got the same look in his eyes when Keiki was born.

”I have something for you.“ Luna got out a black and white picture. It’s the latest sonogram from the twins. She handed it to my dad.

”It’s an ultrasound picture of the twins. Kehlani Mae and Alaia Rose. You can keep it. We have another one.“ Luna said and my dad looked down at the picture. When he looked up, he held the picture close to his heart.

”Thank you, Luna. This means a lot to me.“ I smiled and hugged Lunes close to me. We all hugged again and then left to get to our car and drive home.

When we were inside the car I turned to Luna who looked at me. I smiled and reached into the glove compartment to get some tissues out and handed one to Luna.

”Here you go sunshine.“

She nodded in thanks and smiled at me.

”Thank you for today Lunes. I can’t even describe how much it meant to me that you went and visited my dad with me. Giving him that ultrasound picture? Making him smile like that? Man, I haven’t seen him smile as he did now in a long time. You made him so happy and me too.“

”Of course B. I’d give you one of my kidneys if it meant you’d survive.“

I smiled at her.

”B?“ She asked, looking tentatively at me.

”Yeah?“

”Can we just get some malasadas to go and then get naked?“

Which drew a surprised laugh from me. It’s like my dad said, Luna sure does keep me on my toes. But I love her, and it keeps me grounded in a way that’s hard to explain. That must be the feeling when you find the one.

”Not what I expected you to say. But sure.“

”I don’t want to ruin my overall, it's so cute.“ She said and together we drove to Leonard’s Bakery.

Bryce

We got home. Had some malasadas. And got lost in each other's touch. It was like coming home. It’s what we both needed.

We stand in our shower outside. Just holding on to each other. Like one of us is going to disappear in the next second. I felt the best when I was surrounded by water. It helped me calm down and it calmed Luna down too.

We toweled off and went into the kitchen. I stopped, putting some strands of her wet hair aside and I kissed her. Wondering how I got so lucky?

”You got so lucky because I’m awesome. And you’re my arm candy,“ she said, her tone getting lighter and I looked up at her. The shadows of pain were almost gone. I just kept looking at her.

”I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you with my actions,“ I said.

She pulled me closer.

”It’s okay B I know you didn’t mean it. And I know a relationship and love are sometimes hard to navigate. But another stunt like that and I won’t be so nice,“ she said.

”Why are you so forgiving? I thought you’d be angrier with me now?“

I asked, honestly flabbergasted.

She gnawed on her lips nervously. Ahhh. She’s been harboring a secret too.

”Spill Lunes,“ I said grinning. She looked up.

”Okay don’t be mad, but Evie sent out invitations for our wedding a couple of weeks ago and I said I’d have to ask if you wanted your mom to be there but I forgot to ask you and now your mom has gotten an invitation and I sort of didn’t ask you?“ She looked crestfallen so I pulled her close and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

”You were totally buttering me up. I was thinking of inviting her. Maybe even thinking of giving her and Dad a second chance. Unless they give me a reason to not trust them anymore,“ I said my voice steely.

She smiled and I knew we were good. When she kept smiling I looked at her.

”What? Any more secrets you’d like to tell me? Like how you ate the last piece of strawberry cheesecake that had my name on it?“

”That was Keiki,“ she lied and I shook my head.

We heard the door being slammed and Keiki walked in.

”You said it’s okay if we shared that piece of cake! Now I get blamed for eating the whole thing? Oh come on.“

She went into her room upstairs and slammed the door behind her. Bryce and I burst out laughing. Luna wiggled her eyebrows.

”How about we try out that hot tub we got some time ago?“

I grinned at her getting where she was going with this.

”Getting you naked is my favorite pastime,“ I said.

”Likewise,“ she replied.

We both sprinted into one of our bathrooms where we set up a hot tub. Luna's idea. The best idea she’s ever had if you don’t count on us getting together.

I got put out of my thoughts when she stood naked in front of me.

She’s been feeling unsure of her body because it started changing ever since she got pregnant.

”You‘re the most stunning woman of all time. So get that sweet butt of yours into the water,“ I said and she grinned.

”You only love me for my body,“ she grinned, getting comfortable in the water.

I huffed out a breath.

”That’s supposed to be my line,“ I said and she got closer until our bodies touched.

”Maybe you can change my mind?“ she asked.

”Oh I intend to,“ I said and kissed her until she forgot everything.

Until there’s just us and the love we shared for each other.

After a while when our fingers looked more like raisins, we got out of the hot tub. We dried ourselves and went to our bedroom. Lunes took one of my college shirts from Stanford and I just wore boxers. I turned Luna’s night light on. Illuminating the whole room, transforming it into the night sky.

When we lay in bed we almost stuck together. That’s how close we were. Needing this moment. Together. It’s what’s anchoring us.

I leaned into Lunes and sought her warmth, her comfort and she did the same for me.

Everything’s going to work out in the end, because our love is the loudest.

The next morning…

We got up, showered and lay in bed. Or well Luna was lying in bed while I was putting on some bum bum cream since she can’t reach it herself. I could feel her stare bore into me, making me smile.

”What now? Pillow talk?“ I teased and looked up at her.

”I…just wanted to ask if you’d tell me more about your parents. And what happened?“ Luna said.

I know she won’t push me, but she’d love to know more. I sigh as I put the lid back on the bum bum cream and kiss her calf. Making her laugh. One of my favorite sounds in the whole world.

”When I was younger…I don’t know, I always remember we had a lot of money. I never cared about that stuff. My parents were working in the real estate field. I wasn’t different because of it. And I didn’t act as if I was the center of attention, throwing money around.“ I sat at the edge of the bed and gathered my thoughts.

”Then there was this one night. I remember it was late and I just came back from a round of basketball with Kainalu and some of my other friends. I drove around the corner into our neighborhood in Maui and saw all these blue lights. Realizing the light was coming from police cars. Not having the faintest idea what the hell was going on.“

”Then what happened?“ Luna reached out and I helped her sit next to me.

”I saw my dad getting arrested, being put into a police car. I went inside the house like I was on autopilot. My mom came to me pulled me to the side and whispered I should take this bag from Keiki’s closet since apparently they haven’t checked that out yet. Take Keiki and get out of the house.“

”That must’ve been terrifying. I can’t imagine how you must’ve felt.“ Luna said drawing circles on my hands.

”It was horrible. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. Not able to wake up.“

”What happened with your parents?“

”Later I found out how we got to have all this money. It didn’t just appear out of thin air. I learned my parents made some bad investments and the people they owed money wanted their money back. Saying ”pay me back or else.“ I said remembering the court transcripts.

Luna puts a hand over her mouth.

”Oh god. What happened after that?“

I rub a strand of her blonde hair between my fingers.

”As it turns out my parents skimmed money off their clients. They had access to all the clients' private information. At first, nobody noticed anything, since it was only small amounts that disappeared and that could’ve been easily justified. But when larger sums started disappearing, they started an investigation, to find out what happened. My parents became desperate to pay the money back that they owed. But what they didn’t know was that the police set a trap and caught them red-handed.“ I sigh, sharing this part of my life was always hard for me.

As if feeling this was difficult for me, Luna turned my head towards her and smiled at me.

”You don’t have to tell me. I can see this is affecting you deeply.“

I shook my head and lightly kissed her temple.

”So if your parents got caught what happened to you and your sister? I can’t imagine you came out of this unscathed.“ She encouraged me to keep talking.

”I was finishing my last year of high school. I was one of the popular kids and became public enemy number one overnight. The other kids whose parents had lost money from my parents' schemes took their anger and frustrations out on me. It’s hardly surprising, but still, I wasn’t a part of it. Neither was Keiki. She was only what, 6-years-old? And that night my parents got arrested? It was Keiki‘s birthday. I felt so angry that they would be greedy and take some money and drag all of us into it. But I know now that maybe there’s more to the story and life isn’t always as black and white as we’d like it to be.“

Luna leaned into me to offer me some comfort, as I was telling her my deepest and darkest secret. One I’m still ashamed about, though I’m trying to make my peace with it.

”We stayed with close friends until everything was cleared. Mom was acquitted because she testified against my dad.“

”Your parents love each other B. She wanted to help him and he didn’t want her to be in prison. I’d do the same. If I could help you by not making you wear an orange jumpsuit? I’d take it.“

”You’d lie on the stand?“ I was shocked.

”Depending on what the lie would be. I’m not exactly good at lying.“ She replied. I smiled and nodded absently as if now realizing she could be right.

”You may be right.“ I said.

”What happened after?“ Luna asked.

”It didn’t get better once I started college. I asked if I could take online classes. The college board agreed because my situation was a bit delicate as they put it. But it became too much so I transferred to Stanford. Just to get out of Maui. My grades were good enough that I could justify a transfer. And they had an open spot, so I packed my stuff, and left. Keiki went to live with Mom in Maui, while I went away to Stanford. Keiki was only six and in elementary school when I left. I left everything behind and didn’t look back.“

I sighed as I was saying that.

”Do you feel guilty that you left? I mean you and Keiki made up. Do you think she still harbors hard feelings because you left?“ Luna nailed my emotional roller coaster inside of me on the head.

”I do feel a little guilty. But I hope she forgave me. I regret not being here for her. But then I wouldn’t have met such awesome friends and later on you, Lunes.“

”The love of your life. Just give this a bit of time and you’ll see things will turn around.“ She grinned and I kissed her. Simply because it made me happy.

I broke off the kiss and said into her hair.

”The love of my life has a good point.“

She grinned and I smiled against her temple and instead of talking about the past, we made memories for the future.

A week later…

I was nervous as all get out. I was never good at talking to other people about my feelings.

I knocked on a red door and when the door opened a tall man with blond hair, put in a bun, answered the door.

Adam smiled at me as I stood there like a weirdo. I smiled nervously. Waving at him. Why am I waving at him? Get a grip, Bryce! I let out a nervous breath I’d been holding in and smiled at Adam.

”Bryce. It’s good to see you man. What brings you by? Oh god, my mom would whoop my ass. Seriously, where are my manners? Come on in.“ He opened the door wider and his golden retriever Knox came closer.

”Knox. Sit. Remember, no jumping people.“ Adam said to his dog who just smiled. I didn’t know dogs could smile. Huh. You learn something new every day. I petted Knox, which earned me a lick on my hand.

I followed Adam into the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs.

”Want something to drink? My cousin made some beer. It’s made from some native ingredients found only in Hawaii. He listed tons of those ingredients. To me, it just tastes like beer. You want some?“ His head was buried inside the fridge.

”Sounds good.“ I replied.

He resurfaced from the fridge and held out a bottle of beer. It shone like liquid gold. We both opened our bottles took a sip and whistled.

”Damn. This is some good shit.“ I said and took another sip. Tasting, honey, amber, citrus notes, and something unique. Like hibiscus? How did they incorporate that into beer?

Adam smiled.

”I’ll be sure to tell him.“ He smiled and put his beer on a nearby table.

”So what brings you by? I don’t assume this is a social call?“

”What, I can’t come visit you?“ I asked, trying to mask why I was there.

Because I feel embarrassed and ashamed for something I had no control of. But like Dr. Leslie said, letting go of the past doesn’t mean it won’t be able to hurt you anymore, it means you’re giving it less power over you.

”Look I’ll be honest. I came here to ask you for a favor. And you can say no.“ I said.

”What kind of favor?“ He regarded me carefully.

”I recently had some memories from the past come back and I realized I might need an outlet for my emotions to avoid having a panic attack during surgery.“ I told him.

”I’m sorry you’re going through a tough time. I am. I know how difficult it was when my mom died. I was angry at myself, at the world, at everyone.“ He admitted and I looked up.

”I‘m so sorry for your loss. I bet your mom was an incredible person.“ I said and peeled off the label of the beer bottle. Feeling the soft fur of Knox graze my calves. I reached and patted him and he lay down by my feet. Anchoring me in a way.

”She sure was. It took me some time to figure out how to handle my grief. And everyone handles grief and losing a loved one differently. So if there’s something I can do to help I’d be happy to.“ He said and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

”Can I ask what happened?“ He took another sip of his beer, turned his attention to me and asked me what I feared he might.

”My parents cheated a lot of people out of their money. And the kids at school got back at me and Keiki for it. My dad is still in prison and my mom testified against my dad so she didn’t go to jail. At that time my sister and I didn’t know what my parents did. I recently visited my dad and I don’t know. I guess I’m just not sure how to feel about this whole situation.“ That’s when I realized I'd been babbling and when I looked up I just wanted to run away. Or hide.

”First of all, I would never judge you, Bryce. I’ve got to know you over the last couple of months. You're a kind, supportive guy. Who’s hard-working and loves his family. You’re a good person. Don’t let past mistakes by other people define who you are at your core.“ He said and I breathed out. Before I could say anything he continued.

”And don’t worry whatever you tell me stays between us. You don’t have to worry that I’d spill the beans to anyone. I’m really sorry this happened to you. I never thought you’d gone through something like that. So what is it exactly I could help you with? I’m not exactly good with therapy sessions.“ He smiled gently.

”I worked something out for therapy. But…I…uh…I‘d love it if maybe I could work on some projects here with you. If you need any help. I know I’m not exactly qualified or anything. But maybe I could use your workshop in the beginning. I promise I won’t make a mess. Years of doing surgeries have made me a very organized person. At least in the OR room.“

Adam grinned.

”You got it. Use the space however you like. It’s yours. If I do need some help I’ll let you know. As a matter of fact, I could use your help. I found this dresser at an antique store and I’d love to restore it to its former glory. The wood carving is beautiful, I think it’s made out of Koa wood. It would be perfect for Maxine actually.“

He blushed and I smirked.

”So essentially two birds one stone?“ I asked and he nodded. That’s when I noticed how different he looked when Maxine’s name was mentioned. I wondered what I look like when I talk about Luna. Probably like a sappy fool. But probably a really happy one.

”You really love her do you?“ I asked and it dawned on me, how much his eyes conveyed his genuine love and respect for Maxine.

”Yes I do. Maxine is a special woman. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make her happy for the rest of my life.“

”I’ll drink to that. To love and good friendships.“ I said and we clinked our glasses together and just enjoyed a nice view of a Hawaiian sunset.

Life is hard but you make the best out of it every single day.

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Major Montana Max NS/W Alphabet

Explicit smut topics under the cut! If you're a minor get out of here please.

Word count: 2,042

Any gender reader, canon Montana Max

There's just not enough content for this sexy charming bastard so you know I had to put yall on

A = Aftercare

I believe the Major might bring his lover some water after if they're unable to get up as a result of his handiwork. He may also clean them up, but he'd definitely tease you as he does, trailing his fingers over sensitive spots, caressing your spent body sensually as he cleans you off.

B = Body Part (Which body part is their favorite)

The Major isn't immune to the beauty of standard body parts such as tits and ass, but I personally think he'd be more attracted to more muscular or lean parts. Arms, legs, or anything that helps you in combat. He loves to watch you fight and kill. As he said before, nothing is more arousing than the sounds POW's make as they get blown apart, and if you're the cause of that, it would just take him to an even greater high.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

The Major loves the idea of cumming inside you, marking and claiming your body and truly ruining you inside and out, only for him to enjoy. At the same time, he would likely also enjoy painting you in white, loving the humiliation aspect. Besides, it only makes you look all the more sinful.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of his)

Though The Major would never indulge it, he secretly loves the idea of a powerful woman dominating him in the bedroom. In his eyes, it would feel like the wins and losses on the glorious battlefield; being overpowered and taken by force. Of course, he wouldn't let this happen, as he has to keep up appearances and keep a firm hold of his power.

E = Experience

In the words of another HC I love - "The Major gets hella pussy and no one can convince me otherwise." Sure he's a ruthless Nazi Major, but he does have that charm and charisma. Not to mention with the use that accent and a slight shift his tone, his voice becomes as smooth as honey. Needless to say that he knows his way around a body or ten. He'll please his partner, but he'll have his own way of doing it, meaning that you might just be on the edge of orgasm for hours.

F = Favorite Position

I would say missionary and breeding press are his favorites. Any position that lets him hold all the power and allows him to hit the right spots that makes you keen for him, really.

G = Goofy (Is he humorous in the moment? Does he make jokes?)

I don't think he would joke around per se, but if you were to accidentally do something goofy or embarrassing by accident, he may tease you about it or rib you a bit. Anything to keep you transfixed on him.

H = Hair (How is he groomed? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

I personally think the Major is shaved clean down there. He seems the type to take good care of his own personal hygiene, not liking to feel unclean. He may be fat, but he's no pig.

I = Intimacy (How is he in the moment through a romantic aspect?)

Pretty much nonexistent, as love in the world he lives in would be a weakness, something to make him vulnerable and lose some of his power. Anything he has personal ties to can be used to manipulate him by someone else. Hypothetically though, if he did feel love towards his tryst partner, he may show it in the smallest ways possible without being explicit about it. Tender kisses against your lips as opposed to rough, hungry ones, and littering kisses all over your body. Practically worshipping you.

J = Jerk Off

Being in his position, with his responsibilities and plans, he doesn't have much time to jerk off. But even when he does have the time, it isn't too often; only a few times a month. His mentality is that if he wants it, why shouldn't he have it? But even so, after all the work he's done conducting plans for the new war, doesn't he deserve his private time?

K = Kink

You name it, he probably has it. Some big favorites would be gun/knifeplay (goes without saying), bondage, lingerie, sadism/masochism, etc. He indulges in these like he would a fine wine. Without a doubt, I can also see him loving it when you call him by his title. Pleading for your Major to let you finish, please.

L = Location (Where is his favorite place to do it?)

He'll take you just about anywhere. It's not like anyone's going to stop him, and he just loves to see if he can break you down and make you scream for him when you should be quiet so as not to reveal yourselves doing something you shouldn't be. And if someone discovered you two, he would probably either shoot them (assuming he could even hit the target), or intensify his ministrations to show the poor schmuck how good he fucks his women.

M = Motivation (What turns him on and gets him going?)

To see you maim and kill an enemy is his ultimate aphrodisiac. His darling, enjoying the spoils and glory of war. If you're enjoying it, he most definitely will. If he thinks that seeing the horrors of war by itself is arousing, that's increased tenfold when he catches you being the cause of such sights. Of course if you were to find yourself wanting, he couldn't deny you. Especially not when you plead so nicely for him.

N = NO (Something he won't do, turn offs)

I would say he wouldn't limit most things, but anything scat would have to be a hard no. It's unclean, and straight up nasty. That being said, he may be into bloodplay, or physically injuring his darling if that's what they want too.

If you want it, he needs it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Probably prefers to be on the giving end. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing like the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him, but he enjoys watching you come apart from the barest of touches, and being reduced to nothing more than a begging mess for more than what he's giving you. Me and my buddy also HC that he enjoys his partner sitting on his face (lol).

P = Pace (Is he fast, slow, stamina, etc)

His pace entirely depends on his intent. Generally, he'll be hard and fast, pumping into you mercilessly with full strokes that hits the back of your walls and leaves you crying out as you try to ground yourself by grabbing anything nearby. However, if he's feeling particularly cruel, he'll fuck you slowly and shallowly, not nearly giving you enough of what you need. He'll only let you have it once you've convinced him that you deserve this pleasure. Only then will he speed up, treading on the line of what's too much for you to handle.

Q = Quickies (His opinion on them? How often?)

The Major will 100% do quickies. It's an opportunity to satisfy his and your cravings, though it's often tangled with the risk of being discovered. While he does enjoy this though, he much prefers taking his time with you, toying with your body and leaving you on the edge of climax again and again. Teasing and denying until he finally gives in to you, and rewards you for being such a good little darling for him.

R = Risk (Will he experiment? Does he take risks?)

He'll absolutely take risks. There's almost nothing he wouldn't do, even if that involves direct threat to life. He'll fuck you in public, reminding you that you need to be quiet if you don't want to be caught by others. Even so, he'll still work your body to the point that you can't help but make noise. The thrill of being discovered only does more for him. Besides, what is the enemy going to do, kill him? Not until he's finished here, thank you. He's also not opposed to trying things that could hurt you, such as weaponplay. The element of danger just makes it so much more delicious.

I figure he would be a bit possessive, but at the same time, I can kind of see him allowing the Doc to fuck you as long as he watches, potentially even joining in to take you to new heights. When you look over to him, he'll tut and tell you to "Keep your eyes on ze man zhat's fucking you."

S = Stamina (How many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?)

Being that he essentially became a cyborg, I'd say his stamina is better than that of your average human. He can easily outpace you, and keep on going even past your point of exhaustion. And even then, he'll continue. "You can do better zhan zat," He insists. "I'll make you come for me again."

T = Toys (Does he own toys? Does he use them?)

He probably owns just a fleshlight (based off of some official-looking art I saw). As long as it gets the job done. But when it comes to you, I've no doubt he has a few things in stock. Rope, blindfold, perhaps a gag, and a vibrator. He loves nothing more than to play with your body with that until you're begging for the real thing.

U = Unfair (How much does he like to tease?)

Oh boy. He might as well be the king of teasing. On a normal day he'll wind you up with small things. The silken sound of his voice, lingering touches, or perhaps low, whispered comments in your ear about how you are looking 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 tonight. He'll whisper all sorts of filthy things in your ear, knowing perfectly well the effect that it has, and then proceed to walk away and leave you to these thoughts and desires he's invoked.

He'll spend hours teasing at you, knowing how to play your body perfectly like it's a delicate instrument, only to then deny you of what you need most, telling you that you have not yet earned the right. That you won't finish until he says so. And even then, that 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.

Teasing him is a two way street. Either he finds it amusing, or you're being tied up and edged until your face is streaked with tears and your voice is nearly hoarse with pleas that 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.

V = Volume (How loud he is? What kind of noises does he make?)

In public settings I can see him being silent, save for a few growls or grunts. He knows that you love to hear him, so in more private settings he may make sensual, guttural noises for you, accompanied by praises or more dirty talk.

W = Wild Card

There's an AU idea I've started where he became a catholic priest. As far as that goes, he will definitely indulge in confessional sex. Having you ride him in the booth, clamping a hand over your mouth to keep you silent as he whispers more than sinful things to you.

X = X-Ray (What's under the clothes?)

There is some really convincing official-looking art that portrays him as having next to nothing. But fuck that, this is my obsession. I would say at least 5 inches hard; a nice fair average size for him. Though maybe if he's particularly riled up, an extra inch.

Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

Before you came along it wasn't that high. Maybe he satisfied himself a couple times a month. But with you there, hoo boy. Any opportunity he has to make you scream and whine for him, he's taking. You are his fetish, after all.

Z = Zzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

Depends on the circumstances. If he has important work to do, I believe he'll have the stamina to get up and continue on with whatever he was doing before, or whatever needs to be done. Though if he does have the luxury of time on his side, he may stay beside you and trace over your figure idly before eventually falling asleep.

[yellowlaboratory]

Hi!! What are your season 3 thoughts?? And most importantly, what are your Jiara related season 3 thoughts? :D

alksjdfhlaskdfj i have. so many thoughts. i've never ever written something short so uhhhhh.....stick with me, lmao.

first, non-jiara thoughts:

cleope was SO cute!!! i wanted to wait for the writing to convince me on them as a ship because I really wanted something more than "these two aren't with any one so lets put them together" for cleo and pope and I've been completely convinced. They both bring out a different side to each other and the way Pope opens his family and his home to her is just alkdjfhlksajdfhlkajsdhf it's unbearably sweet. i love her interactions with the heywards and i love how instantly she fits in. the scene when he leaves her in his room and she does a tiny dance and then falls back on his bed and says "thanks, pope"..... yeah i think i was cosigning on that ship as soon as I saw that asdklfjhaskdfl. and the scene in 3x06 where she stops him from shooting rafe and he cries in her arms.... oh my god. it single handedly saved that episode for me. AND THEIR KISS???? oh my god.

i also LOVED Cleo's friendship with JJ. When they are on a mission together, they are right there with each other. and, speaking of friendships, I loved that we got more JJ & John B, best friends since third grade content. the fact that they physically started fighting... idk, I think it just made them feel even more like brothers to me.

i also just really loved some of the (for lack of a better term) girlboss moments this season. there are SO many moments that i was loudly cheering for my girls. Cleo having the only brain cell like 180% of the time when Kiara is kidnapped. Kiara betraying rafe and stealing that boat (i was fully cheering ala kiara during the cliff jump scene like that is my GIRL) (also madison bailey the woman that you ARE the way she never even a little bit played into the r*ara of it all. any time Rafe looked or spoke to or was in the general vicinity of Kiara, she looked SO uncomfortable and I love that for me). and I really REALLY loved Sarah manipulating Topper lmao "you're such a giver" "it's just how i was raised" KLAJDHLAKSJDH

and, actually, I think the inculsion of topper in the heist was super funny and exactly the type of shit i want to see from him (if wheezie had been there to give him shit, it would have basically been any fic i've ever written with topper in it). when topper is being used purely for comedy, he's kind of a genius character - Austin North can deliver those bat shit Topper lines really well, and the rest of the characters (particularly Kiara) react SO well to him. he's so easy to make fun of!!! but then.... having Sarah go back to topper again was uhhhh not it. I think they should have kept the s2 or the s3 stopper storyline in, but not both. sarah going back to something that reminds her of a time when her life was easier while shit is absolutely hitting the fan and she has nothing else is like, very much in character, and that's what happened both times. the fact that they didn't show her growing through that in this season, but instead regressing..... idk, i'm excited to see a Sarah with more growth. also, canon comedic topper is dead to me forever after burning down the chateau so, i guess that's a loss on both fronts (i can't talk anymore about the chateau burning down but i have a lot of feelings about it).

i really hated big john. i'm so sorry, but looking back, John B should have left that man in the fucking bell tower. I think the amount of screentime he took is my biggest gripe of the season (i did a scrub of the show for just jiara scenes after my first watch and the amount of times i had to scroll by that man.... my god). and not only did he take up a shit ton of screentime, he kept John B away from the pogues - both physically and emotionally - for most of the season (the lack of goofy happy pogues moments is my second biggest gripe with the season). If you've read pltc, you know that I had a lot of thoughts about Big John and his relationship with the pogues but...... when he died (actually, this time), it was only dry eyes here lmao. I feel bad for John B, obviously, but everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) Big John did this season was so shitty for John B, I can only say that i think John B is better off without him.

i think the thing that has me the most conflicted is the 18 month time jump. narratively, it makes so much sense - and logistically, aging up the characters as the cast ages makes a lot of sense. i don't love that we'll miss alot of jiara and cleope but I'm coming around to the thought of it all by opening ao3 and waiting for those time jump fics to pour in. @ josh pate if season 4 opens with JJ slamming Kie against a wall as they're making out i'll forgive literally everything, i'm so easy to please.

i guess this is the perfect transition to the jiara of it all. the first few episodes literally bodied me. every interaction on Poguelandia bodied me - the way they were living their poguelandia/surf trip dream, the "just like we talked about", the angsty silent conversations they were having when they saw the plane. kiara getting kidnapped hit - I think the way JJ was so focused on getting her back was so perfect, the dock hug was actual literal perfection. I am a Hug Girl first and foremost and oh my GOD?

the first almost kiss floored me. i did not expect it. the transition from their dumbass little jokes to almost kissing.......... i'm gonna die. i literally fell off my couch. I think Pope being the one to break it up was inevitable, as was their conversation. idk how i feel about it, i know pope was always going to have opinions on jiara and i'm glad it wasn't super salty but.... i'm gonna need to rewatch it a few times i think.

episode 4 absolutely ended me. those conversations and the way Kiara knows JJ and the way JJ was imploding.... absolutely insane. the framing of that episode (like the actual cinematography not the writing lmao) was not my favorite, but the content was SO good. it was everything i wanted I was losing my mind. JJ telling Kiara she's a kook HURT. Kiara knowing that he's lashing out cause he's scared made me yodel. the talk in the chateau's yard about truces immediately followed by another almost almost kiss made me want to scream into a pillow. 10s all around.

I also love Heist Jiara. I loved seeing JJ at the carrera's house for the conversation about the cross, and the way he's a little bit like a caged animal around Mike is perfect!!! Him self destructing by stealing the money clip is just literally JJ 101. Jiara bike ride to Kilby Girl is now my entire personality!!!!!!!! also the fight about the money clip - that's not really about the money clip at all - followed immediately by JJ almost dying and Kiara being like "don't you ever do that again" is just aksldjfhkasjdfhlkjasdhlfkjasd i could YODEL.

the gate fight absolutely took me by suprise. the "i love you dude" was not what i was expecting AT ALL. JJ's buffering reaction and the way he's trying to downplay it was 10298/10. the hurt in kiara's face made me want to cry, and then John B fucking everything up feels... well, a little inevitable. I also love that even in their angstiest, jiara is still together, and in episode 8, they are sitting on the couch and kiara's playing the ukuele LIKE. they are best friends. they are so important to each other. nothing is ever going to change that. I also love love love the part where he's like "i'll tell you on the plane." idk it makes me feel buzzy.

episode 9 is a literal fucking feast. the feral jj, the way he KNOWS something is up when she doesn't show up, the way he drops everything and then ends up in kahoots with Barricuda Mike to get her back. "I kind of got a date" ????!?!?!?!??!!!!! then the whole thing about Marley the cat (josh I KNOW you are on the ao3 tag just drop me the username please) and Kiara immediately knowing it was him as soon as she heard "blond". the "me?". the KISS. the giggly happy in love couple that they are!!!!! i do wish the kiss had better lighting for my giffer friends but i know we're gonna get the brightest kiss in the world in s4 to make up for it (pates make it happen!!!). and i think my favorite scene of the entire season is them being so happy and giggly on the plane and the high five into a handhold alkdjsfhlkasjdfhlksadf.

episode 10 is obviously a drop off lmao. it sucks to leave the season on that note but we did get the "it's an adventure baby" and little background moments. I'm happy the pates didn't write themselves into a corner too much this season, and in a lot of ways I'm really glad that jiara is open ended because that means there's a lower chance of unnessecary bullshit being thrown our way really early on into s4. i would have liked a more definitive ep 10 moment but ultimately, espeically since we know we have s4, i'm not concerned in the slightest about it.

so, overall, i think there were parts of the season that felt slightly choppy (personally, I'm of the belief that they filmed a lot more than we saw), i think the first half was generally stronger than the second half, and I think i'm really, really fucking glad we have s4 confirmed so I don't have to stress about it even a little & we'll get to filming sooner. my sanity is hanging on by it's fingernails but it is in fact hanging on.

at the end of the day, i had the time of my life watching it and i had some really great people to share it with and I'll always be so unendingly grateful for that!!!!

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Favourite Stucky Fics of 2022

This feels a little bit like a farewell, but don’t worry... I’m never too far away! Here’s my favourite Stucky fics of 2022 :) 

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💙 FUBAR by Ginny_Potter/ @hipsterdiva​ (Post-Endgame Fix-It | 64K | Explicit): Steve jumps in the past to return the Infinity Stones and doesn’t come back. When Bucky travels to 2012 to look for him, the Ancient One tells him just one thing: “Captain Rogers decided to move on”. Back in the present, Sam Wilson is more driven than ever to find his friend, believing him to be lost in the Quantum Realm but Bucky knows, just knows, that Steve made a choice and the choice was to stay in the past. Struggling to cope with a world he doesn’t recognise, Bucky falls in an addictive spiral of jumping up and down the timeline under the vigilant eye of the Ancient One, just to see Steve one more time, just to get his next fix. And in doing so, without even realising it, he heals and in the end finds out if he was right. Or, Time Travel is addictive, Steve is lost, and Bucky slowly realises that healing together is better than healing alone.

💙 he said, there’s a paradise beneath me (she said, am I supposed to bleed) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Hunkyclunks aka Winter Soldier Bucky/Modern Beefy Steve, BDSM | 23K | Explicit): “If you kiss me like that, Rogers, you’re gonna have a hard time convincing me you want to fuck me.” “Can’t have that,” Steve says and— And the fucker bends Bucky back like this is a goddamn romcom and kisses the everloving shit out of him. (Part 1 of some sweet violent urge)

💙 The Devil and Captain Rogers by kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria, zilia/ @ms-zilia​ (Post-Avengers, Canon Divergent | 55K | Mature): Steve Rogers woke up in the twenty-first century and joined the Avengers to defeat Loki and save New York. But afterwards, he finds himself struggling to adjust to his new circumstances, desperately lonely and missing Bucky more than ever. So when the Guardian of the Soulworld visits him and offers to give him one person back from the dead, he jumps at the chance to get Bucky back. The only problem is, when he arrives in the Soulworld, Bucky doesn’t seem to be there.

💙 Maybe we’ll get it all (If we choose one night) by sourwolphs/ @sourwolphs (A/B/O AU, Sex Worker Bucky | 69K | Explicit): As it turns out, it’s pretty hard to find a job as an ex-firefighter omega with PTSD, no left arm, and no high school diploma. After the accident forced Bucky to leave his job at the fire department, he stumbles upon ComfortCycle— a service that helps alphas and omegas get through their heat and rut cycles— and becomes a trained Cycle Partner. And for the first time in his 34 years of life, lonely, rich alpha Steve Rogers is considering paying for sex.

💙 Blooming Under the Dappled Light by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Historical AU, Secret Identity | 52K | Explicit): Despite being the son of a gentleman, James “Bucky” Barnes could scarcely allow himself the hope of one day being tied to another in happy matrimony. In a society where the first-born children are revered and inherit all of a family’s wealth, last-born Bucky feels trapped in a life he did not ask for. When he makes the drastic decision to run away and become a tutor for a wealthy family, he is hoping to save enough pennies to someday have a dowry and be worthy for marriage despite his deposition. What he is not anticipating, however, is falling into the rough and skilled hands of his employer, the rakish widow Lord Steven Rogers.

💙 Okay, so he can play… (pretty’s got nothing to do with it) by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (University Hockey AU | 50K | Explicit): This is supposed to be Steve’s year. He’s meant to be taking his team to finals. He’s meant to be the number one draft pick. He’s meant to have it all. Until in walks the new kid, with his beautiful face and his tiny shoulders and his long hair and his graceful skating. Who doesn’t look anything like a proper hockey player. Who’s going to ruin everything. Bucky Barnes is about to bring Steve Roger’s world crashing down. And Steve is about to realise that’s a good thing.Maybe the best thing that ever happened to him.

💙 Rhapsody on a Theme by Astaraiche, Bittersweet_in_Boston (Orchestra AU | 41K | Explicit): in which Steve Rogers, principal cellist at the Boston Symphony Orchestra, meets Bucky Barnes, piano soloist and BSO artist in residence, and the inevitable occurs. 

💙  Read, White & Blue by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Shrunkyclunks, Librarian Bucky | 99K | Teen): If Steve was certain one thing would have stayed the same during his sixty-something years in the ice, it was that libraries were still the place to go if you needed information. And Steve needed information. Lots and lots of it. aka Librarian Bucky helps freshly desfrosted Steve learn how to use computers and catch up on everything he missed whilst he was in the ice.

WIP

💙 hey now, you’re an all star (get your game on, go play) by buckyismybicycle/ @buckyismybicycle (NHL Hockey AU | 18/? | 55K | Explicit): Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong.

💙 Love isn’t always a ‘coup de foudre’ by Becassine/ @becassine, kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria (Bridgerton AU, A/B/O | 6/13 | 26K | Explicit): When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.

💙 A Story We Must Tell by AHM1121/ @love-ha-fge​, MissyRivers (Modern AU, Fisherman Steve, Writer Bucky | 8/15 | 61K | Explicit): Or, the story of how ex-military turned Author - James Barnes collides with ex- Army Commander turned Lumberjack/Fisherman Steve Rogers and all the ensuing fluff, drama, romance that comes their way.

💙 This is (not) a Ghost Story [COMIC] by PottersPink/ @potterspink​ (Post-WS | 10/31 | General): Steve moves into a haunted house. Well — everyone else is convinced it’s haunted, anyways.

[queenharumiura]

[Just for the hell of it. Wanted to do it with someone else jokingly but...then I realized it would not be cool xD] (Yamamoto)    𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ A kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting||  Kekekek I mean you're always free to do/send whatever. Most of these i'll be writing for fun anyways. No way canon

Readmore because I apparently love to write a lot for more drabble-esque memes LOLOLOL

The Vongola sure has some weird traditions and games. Haru is listening to the instructions, and she can’t help but think… that there is some kind of motive here. You’re trying to convince her that some scary, burly mafia guys have played this game historically? For points?

Press X to doubt.

Every single year, Reborn would come up with some new game that he attests was played in the olden Vongola days. Impression competitions for birthdays, New Years games like kurata and grabbing fortunes out of a gator’s mouth?

Maybe the gator- but Kurata? She strongly doubts the validity that they played such a game in Italy. Then again—maybe it was a game introduced by Asari-san?

… There’s no way this game was introduced by Asari-san though.

It was another race, to see which team could move the most number of cards from point a to point b. At no point was the card allowed to touch the floor, and you couldn’t use your hands. Teams had time to discuss among themselves to figure what their gameplan was going to be.

‘Isn’t this just the fanservice game to make it look like people are kissing each other?’ She looks at Reborn dubiously, sincerely doubting this was a true Vongola game. You can’t fool her! Look at the way he’s avoiding her gaze!

Everyone had to pick from a hat to determine if you joined the game or sat out. The Cavallone team seemingly had worse luck as most of their members had to play, but Haru suspected that it wasn’t necessarily the case that having less people on your team would make it easier for you.

The Vongola team consisted of Gokudera, Ryohei, Yamamoto, Haru, and Lambo. Just the lineup alone made Haru think that this couldn’t end well. They spent the majority of the time discussing the order (mostly because Lambo was being a menace).

With only less than a minute to spare, they had to quickly decide on a strategy.

“Hey, I’ve seen a game like this before. You just have to suck the card using your mouth and transfer it to the next person.” Ryohei had seen it on TV before. As much as the idea sent shivers of disgust down his spine, he wanted to win.

No man goes into battle with the thought of losing!

“Times up. Get to your places.”

The order went Gokudera, Ryohei, Yamamoto, Haru, and Lambo as the final lynchpin. No one wanted to trust Lambo with going first, and they feared that he’d drop the card if he was placed anywhere in the middle.

All they could do was bank on the hope that even if he dropped the card at the end, he did so on top of the designated spot.

Reborn rings the gong to start the race, and the tensions were high as both teams wanted to win. The loser at the end of the day has to pay a fee, after all! How mafia-like, isn’t it?

Haru thought about it once Yamamoto received the card from Ryohei: was their height difference going to be an issue?

Most people when playing this game tried to keep their heads upright, facing the sky to prevent the card from falling, but Yamamoto couldn’t do that if he wanted to pass the card off to her.

Haru is what you call… vertically challenged. (translation: short)

Ryohei and Gokudera were of similar height, so the hand off wasn’t too difficult, but between Yamamoto and Haru—just a bit more difficult.

They stood there, frozen for a moment as they both moved, trying to figure a position that worked. Haru places a hand on Yamamoto’s arm to stop him from moving so much, tugging on his sleeve to direct him to lean forward- just enough for her to reach with her tippy toes.

The two meet in the middle, in the process of making the hand off, and Haru retrieves the card, and she lets him know by patting his arm. Just as they are parting, “Haru! You’re taking too long, hurry up!”

The impatient child leaps onto Haru, taking her by surprise. She drops the card from her surprise and she loses her balance from Lambo jumping onto her back. She falls forward, and feels someone catching her to steady her onto her feet.

She’s grateful for this, but she also feels something else. Her eyes go wide as she realizes that because of their faces already being so close to each other, when she stumbled, her lips fell right into Yamamoto’s.

The Vongola side of the room goes quiet in shock. That is, until—“HAHI! Ha-Ha-Haru is so sorry!” The brunette squeals. “Lambo! You can’t do that, it’s dangerous!” She has to raise a complaint with the one who made this happen.

Haru drops to the ground, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. “Wait, Aho-onna! Get back up! We’re in the middle of a competition!”

After a minute, Haru did get back up to try again, mostly thanks to Lambo shaking her, telling her that he wanted to have his turn in the game. He was the all important lynchpin! He has to shine and bring their side the victory!

The game resumes and they try again, but once Yamamoto has the card, Haru can’t forget what just happened- going completely red in the face. “Sorry! Haru can’t do it!” She drops to the ground again and covers her face with her hands.

It was too soon for her to have calmed her heart! Go on without her!

Needless to say, the game ended with the Vongola team being unable to do anything.

“Cavallone team: 6 cards! Vongola team… a depressing 0 cards.” Reborn announces the results of the competition. The agonizing wails of two competitive dolts rings in the background and cue Haru yelling at Gokudera to shut up. Kyoko instead takes to comforting her brother, telling him it’s okay that they lost. They’ll win the next one!

A fight breaks out between the Haru and Gokudera, as per usual. It was basically a daily occurrence between them.

Convenient, really, since she didn’t know how to face Yamamoto after that. What better way to avoid an awkward situation? Fight with your local angry boi!

“Amateurs, you can’t use your hands, but you can use everything else. If you pick up the card by using the tip of your tongue to pick up the corner of the card, you lean it up against your wrist. Pick it up with your teeth from there and transfer between your teammates by grabbing the card with your teeth.” Dino explains, being the dutiful older brother type character that he is.

That only makes Gokudera explode. If they had more time to strategize, they could’ve thought of that too!

[outerspacebisexual]

A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book B - Part One

Summary: You and Steve Harrington are together, but then things take a turn for you and your metalhead best friend.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 3.47k

Warnings: SPOILERS for Season 4 Vol. 1 & 2, swearing, fluff, angst, canon gore

a/n: this is a continuation from Book A, which is the origin story for reader and steve. you don't necessarily have to read it to understand, but it will defs help!

If Eddie went through any more guitar strings, the whole East Coast would have a shortage by fall.

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you restrung his prized guitar. It was supposed to be a surprise, but now that you had nearly lost your finger multiple times, you weren’t totally convinced that you wouldn’t just throw it at him when he got back from D&D. Tonight was the climax of his latest D&D campaign, and that meant he would be insufferably smug if everything went his way.

You hadn’t played this one because of your increase in shifts at Family Video. Plus, it was one of the only afternoons that your normally spent with Steve because of your conflicting shifts. Even though you were assistant manager, Keith still finalized the rosters, and he took great pleasure in make sure you and Steve worked together as little as possible, even going as far as to give you guys just an hour of overlapping shifts. If you worked mornings, Steve worked afternoons; if you worked in the middle of the day, Steve got a split shift.

Despite that, your budding relationship with Steve was going better than you could have imagined.

That night when he had kissed you on his couch, you had thought that things would change between you. You thought that he would stop being the Steve you knew and would suddenly become someone else. Or worse, he changed his mind and decided he made a mistake.

You had thought about it the whole day after he had dropped you home the next morning, the words just screaming through your brain as you tried to clean your tailer; what if he was just confused about wanting to be your friend? What if he realized that being with you would lead to him getting ridiculed for the way you were? You were a metalhead freak after all, a satanic cultist as far as anyone else in Hawkins was concerned.

But then Steve had shown up on your doorstep.

You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand as you made your way to the front door.

Cleaning sucked. And you had let it pile up in your room until your mother had lost her mind and told you it had better be done by the time she got home. You had been at it for an hour now, and still felt like you were at the beginning.

You were surprised when you opened the door to find Steve, clutching a bouquet of flowers—an array of different types and colours.

“Steve,” you said, eyes not straying from the flowers.

“Y/N.”

He bent down to try and catch your eye when you didn’t look at him. Your eyes flicked back up to him. “What are you doing here?”

He made a face. “I’m visiting my girlfriend and bringing her flowers? Am I not allowed to do that?”

The term made your heart flutter dangerously in your chest and you could feel your cheeks heat. “I—no, yeah, of course.” He followed you inside and handed you the flowers when you reached the kitchen. “These are for me?”

“I actually got them for your dad, so if you could pass them on, I’d be grateful.”

The dead-serious tone made your laughter bubble up. “I’ll make sure he gets them,” you replied, and Steve smiled at you. You still weren’t used to that look being directed at you.

Steve stepped forward until you were chest to chest, paper crinkling between you. He leaned down and kissed you, and you placed your hand on his chest. It was a short, soft kiss, one that had you leaning forward as he pulled away.

“You need to put those in water.” He fiddled with a few of the flowers that had gotten crushed. “I didn’t know your favourites, so I just got a whole bunch of different ones.”

Your eyes roamed the array before putting them on the counter. “I don’t even know if I do have one,” you admitted, pulling out a vase. “I don’t really know what kinds of flowers there are. I’ve never gotten them before.”

Steve frowned. “What? Flowers? Like ever?”

You shook your head. “Never. My parents say that they’re a waste of money because they just die. And no one else has ever given me any.” You paused as you filled the vase with water. “Maybe they thought that I wouldn’t like them because of the way I look. I don’t know.” You trailed off, unsure why you were even saying it out loud.

There was look on Steve’s face as you turned around, one that looked a lot like pity. It made something in your chest burn.

“It’s fine,” you said immediately, trying to back track. “I never really had a use for them anyway. But these are lovely. I love them.”

You struggled to get the paper off them, finally succeeding and then putting them in the vase. You smelled each one, the different smells already filling up the space.

Steve still hadn’t said anything, and you looked at him again. That look hadn’t left his face, but when he noticed your gaze, he put on a lazy smile. “Well, I’ll just have to bring you all of them until you find a favourite.”

You smiled at that, leaning over to kiss him, before moving the vase to the end of your bench. “You don’t have to. I’m happy with these.” And you meant it.

Weeks later, and Steve had obviously not been convinced, because your fourth vase of different flowers sat on your side table. This week it had been peonies of all different colours.

They made you smile, just seeing them.

As if your thoughts had summoned him, the phone began ringing and you knew it was him. “I’m going to start charging you for making personal calls on the work phones,” you said as you leaned against your wall, phone to your ear.

“You’re the manager in a relationship with one of your employees. Don’t they have a strict code against that?” he shot back. You could almost see him, white phone against his ear as he leaned against the counter, signature Steve Harrington smirk plastered across his face.

“You know what, they do! I’m sorry but I’m letting you go.”

“As an employee or a boyfriend?” he asked.

“I hear it’s a two-for-one deal.”

He laughed and the sound had you grinning like a mad woman. You loved making him laugh.

“What are you doing?”

Your mood darkened and you glared at the guitar. “Restringing Eddie’s guitar. I swear I’m never doing again.”

“Nearly lost a finger?”

“More than one.” You twirled the phone cord around your injured finger. “Then I’m heading over to his place to give it to him.”

“That’s great, babe—” You heard shuffling on the other end of the phone. “—OK. OK, Robin. Jesus. I’ll do it now.” He sighed. “I gotta go. See you for lunch tomorrow?���

“I’ll be there.” You smiled as you hung up the phone, turning back to Eddie’s guitar. You flipped it off, like that would do anything, before returning to the task at hand.

An hour later, you heard the tell-tale sound of Eddie’s van pulling into the trailer park. It was dark out and you frowned. He was back a lot later than he said he was going to be. You had finished with his guitar ages ago and had moved on to your own guitar, trying anything to fill in the time waiting for him to get back.

You gathered up his guitar and yours, readying yourself to practice all evening. The new Metallica album had been out for a few weeks, and you and Eddie were so close to being ready to play it. You needed tonight to be sure you had it down pat. Gareth, Jeff, and Angus were also close to being ready. If everything went according to plan, you guys would be blowing the roof off The Hideout with Master of Puppets on Tuesday night.

You were a few metres from Eddie’s trailer when you heard him start to scream.

Your heart dropped and you abandoned your guitars on his lawn, racing to the door. You had no idea what you would do without a weapon or any clue what was on the other side of the door, but your best friend was screaming, and you would be six feet under before you ignored that.

You hand was on the door handle when it suddenly swung open, and Eddie came racing out, practically tackling you out of the way.

“Eddie—” you started, but you caught sight of the girl inside and your stomach was in your mouth. She was mangled beyond belief. Bile rose in your throat. It was Chrissy Cunningham. You didn’t have time to question why she was here before Eddie was grabbing your arm and dragging you into his van.

“Eddie,” you started, but your heartbeat was thundering in your ears. She was dead. Chrissy was absolutely mangled in your best friend’s living room. You looked over at him and he was pale, breathing hard as he sped out of the trailer park. “Eddie. What—what happened?” You hit the door as he swung a hard left, giving you no time to prepare, heading out of town.

He didn’t answer you. He was shaking, you realized. His whole body was trembling as he gripped his steering wheel for dear life. His eyes were wildly flitting around like something was going to jump out and get you guys.

You couldn’t shake the image of Chrissy in Eddie’s trailer. “What the fuck,” you said, mainly to yourself. “What the fuck.” Your voice got louder. “What the fuck!” You were screaming by that point. “What the fuck is going on, Eddie?”

“I don’t know!” he yelled back, straining, as he began to cry. “I—I—I don’t—fuck!”

Your own breathing matched your racing heart. Holy shit.

Holy shit.

“Where are we going?” It was more of an order than a question.

Eddie didn’t reply. He just kept looking in his rearview mirror.

“Eddie, I swear to the gods above,” you hissed. You were beyond freaking out. You gripped the handle above the passenger door and your headrest as you turned to him. You realized you were shaking yourself. “You tell me what the fuck is going on right now.”

+

Steve’s night had been particularly boring, if he was being honest. And his morning was going about the same. The only shining light was that you would be meeting him soon for lunch, a new ritual you guys had started. A little mid-week pick-me-up when you brought him lunch that you made for him. It barely consisted of more than the two of you sitting in your office, or out in his car when the weather was nice.

It was quickly becoming one of his favourite parts of his week. Any time he got to see you was the highlight of his week.

“Are you seeing this?” Robin asked him from the other side of the store. The store was always quieter in the middle of the day, so he’d started organizing the returns and reshelving them.

“Seeing what?” he said, not looking up.

When she didn’t answer, he pivoted to look at her, but she just had her eyes on the TV in the corner. It was the news, he realized. He glanced at his watch. Weird time for a news broadcast.

Robin turned the volume up and he came closer. The news journalist was in the middle of the screen, practically blocking out any footage of the scene other than people walking around.

“…The details are still murky at this stage, but what we do know is that the body of a Hawkins High School student has been found.”

Steve squinted, trying to work out where it was. It looked familiar. It wasn’t until the camera cut to another angle that he recognized the trailer park. “Holy shit,” he said, and Robin looked at him.

“Is that the trailer park?”

Steve’s mind was already racing. A body had been found at the trailer park. His mind instantly flew to you, but you weren’t a current Hawkins High School student, so it couldn’t be you. He looked at the footage again. He had never been to Eddie’s trailer, and if he was honest, he hadn’t really paid much attention to it when he went to you place. He couldn’t be sure who’s it was. Most of the trailers looked the same to him.

The doors to the store slammed open, Dustin and Max rushing into the store.

“Hey, Steve. How many phones do you have?” Dustin ordered.

“Are you guys seeing this?” he responded offhandedly.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin repeated, more agitated.

“Two. Why?”

“Technically three, if you count Y/N’s and Keith’s in the back,” Robin inserted.

The two freshman looked at each other and Steve could see trouble brewing behind their eyes. “What are you doing?” But they were already vaulting themselves over the counter.

His and Robin’s complaints went ignored by the two.

“What are you doing, man?” Steve asked Dustin, beyond exasperated.

Dustin didn’t look up from the computer. “Looking up Eddie’s friends phone numbers.”

“Oh, Eddie,” Steve said, “your new best friend who you think is cooler than me because he plays your stupid game.”

“Yes,” Dustin started, before spinning around to look at him. “I never said that.”

Robin continued to berate them, but Steve stopped listening as Dustin started to mess around with the computer. “What is so important about looking up Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers?”

Dustin sighed and turned to Max. “Can you fill them in?”

Robin and Steve turned to Max who opened and closed her mouth, obviously trying to work out where to start. Movement flickered from the TV and Steve glanced at it. It was another angle of the trailer, but this time, he did recognize something in it.

His face dropped as he stared at the screen; eyes laser focused on the guitar case seemingly abandoned in the middle of the grass, Corroded Coffin stickers plastered all over it.

Your guitar case.

Max’s eyes followed his and she flinched.

“Mayfield,” Steve started, eyes moving slowly from the screen to the redhead in front of him. “I need you to tell me what is going on. Right now.”

Max swallowed. “Eddie and Y/N are missing.”

Steve’s heart just about stopped in his chest.

+

The drive to Reefer Rick’s was longer than Steve realised, even when he was driving over the speed limit.

His leg was shaking as he drove.

“Hey,” Robin said. “It’s OK. We’ll find her.”

Dustin leaned over the seat. “Yeah. If Eddie is here, then she will be, too.”

Steve slammed on the brakes as they pulled up to the house. “I just don’t know why you two idiots didn’t start this whole thing with the vital information that my girlfriend is missing.” He knew that he was probably being a little unreasonable, but you were the only thing on his mind right now.

He had tried calling you multiple times, but there had been no answer. He knew that your parents were visiting family out of state, but you should have answered. You should have been at the store for lunch, and when you missed that, Steve really started to worry.

As soon as Max had a lead, he was ushering all of them out of the store, Robin flipping the sign to ‘closed’, barely making to his car before he was tearing out of the carpark.

Standing beside Dustin as he was calling for either Eddie, you, or Rick, he seriously considered if the kid was missing some braincells. He peered through the windows for any sight of you, but there was nothing.

When Max called from the side of the house, he was the first one pushing open the door to the boatshed, only to be met with silence.

Picking up and oar, he started to mess with the boat, even when Dustin started to berate him for it.

“I know you think you’re funny, Henderson,” Steve said, poking at the tarp, “but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, it’s better to be safe.”

Steve also didn’t want to take any chances. He knew that you were friends with Eddie. He knew that that Eddie was a nice guy, in theory. Did he think that he could have possibly killed someone? Jury was still out.

Before he could say anything else, the metalhead had him by the neck, broken bottle at his throat, a wild look in his eyes.

“Eddie,” Dustin called. “It’s me. It’s Dustin.”

Steve couldn’t focus on anything other than the glass at his neck. This Eddie could kill someone, he thought, as Dustin finally managed to coax Eddie into removing the bottle. Steve held his neck and tried to pretend that his life didn’t just flash before his eyes. Robin leaned over to look and gave him a reassuring smile when she saw that there had been no damage. He could vaguely hear Dustin and Eddie talking about what happened, only hung up when he heard your name.

“…And she just appeared. I—I couldn’t leave her there,” Eddie said.

Steve stepped forward. “Where is she?”

Eddie looked at him and looked like he was seeing him for the first time, like he hadn’t even registered that it was him that was standing there. “She—She left to try and find a phone. Rick’s doesn’t work. She wanted to call you.”

“When did she leave?” Steve asked.

“Maybe an hour?” Eddie mumbled. “I don’t know. She said not to move until she got back.”

Steve ran a hand over his face. That sounded like you. Especially with Eddie in the state he was in.

Great.

Now you were missing in the woods. At night.

Brilliant.

But before he could say anything, there was a noise from outside the boatshed. The group froze.

Eddie brandished his beer bottle, and Steve picked up his oar as the crushing of gravel moved closer. No one dared a breath as the footsteps stopped a far distance from the shed before starting again, this time at a running pace.

Steve gripped the oar, preparing to swing, when the door was nearly pulled off the hinges, revealing you.

Your eyes darted around at everyone before landing on him. He dropped the oar as you ran at him and almost lost his breath as you crashed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you instantly.

“Steve,” you breathed. He swore his name had never sounded sweeter.

“Y/N.” He pulled away and held you at arms-length, inspecting for anything amiss. Your shirt sleeve was torn on one spot, and he ran his finger over the cut.

You shrugged him off. “It’s just from a branch. I tried to find a house with a phone to call you, because I knew you’d be worried because I missed lunch, but there were people everywhere, and I couldn’t risk someone following me back to Eddie.” You were speaking so fast Steve had a hard time keeping up. “And then I saw the news through someone’s window, and I heard what they’re saying about Eddie. He didn’t do this, Steve. I swear he didn’t. You need to help me, please.”

“Baby, I need you to slow down,” he said, running his hand down your arm to hold your hands. “That’s what we’re here for.”

You finally seemed to break out of whatever trance-like state you had been in and noticed everyone else. When your eyes fell back to Eddie, you frowned. “Why do you have a broken bottle?”

Eddie glanced at Steve and your frown deepened. “Did you attack them? With that?”

Steve squeezed your hand. “Not the time.”

Your eyes came back to him, and you sagged into him. Steve could see the exhaustion all over your face. The bags under your eyes were heavy, and you seemed dazed, like you had stayed up all night and then today. You probably had, he thought, to protect Eddie.

And then you had tried to contact him. You wandered out into the woods, into danger, because you were worried about him because you missed lunch. Steve wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

Thank God, Steve thought as he looked down at you. You were here. And you were fine.

Well, as fine as you could be with an entire town looking for you.

[lovelybarnes]

scars- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: heavy mentions of insecurity, focus on scars, injuries, blood, wounds, canon violence about: requested! (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc. + (PF26) person a wiping person b’s tears away a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and that you liked it!!

[ @tylard-blog1 ]

you’re aware that everyone on the team has them; natasha romanoff, even steve rogers, with his unbreakable milk skin, and bruce banner, with the green that tinges the hue of his temples when a scar is made. they’re reminders of what you do, some symbols of the lives that you’ve saved-- and others the lives that you’ve taken.

yes, everyone has them, but that doesn’t make you like the ones that litter your own body very much. nor does it stop you from looking away from them when you catch a glimpse of the scars that peek out of the clothing you specifically choose to hide them away from the curious eyes of the public. it doesn’t stop the frustrated tears that ebb in your eyes when you run the tips of your fingers over the raised tissue.

sometimes you realize how unfair it is of you to hate the scars that splay on your collarbone, and the ones that run across your hips and thighs, when you press your lips against the ones on bucky’s shoulder, pleading for him to believe you when you say you think he’s beautiful. the thought lingers when you playfully roll your eyes at natasha on the rare moment when she narrows her eyes at the healed bullet wound that sits above her hip, genuine words assuring her she looks great no matter what slipping out of the same mouth that utters ugly words at the mirror. you ignore it even as it guilts you when you touch the scars on bruce’s arms with featherlight fingers, pressing that they don’t make him a monster, or any of the hideous words with which he describes himself.

you try to tell yourself the reassurances apply to you, too, because they’re true-- the scars don’t diminish the beauty of your smile, or the glow that you carry, and they shouldn’t hinder the upwards pull of your lips when you catch a glimpse of them in the mirror-- but even as you try to convince yourself of that, your eyes always flit away, hand positioning itself in front of the scars as you examine the way you’d love yourself without them.

you were never aware of the blue eyes that caught your moments of dislike for yourself, missing the bead of worry that embedded itself in the cerulean of bucky’s irises.

-

it was on a particularly bad day of yours that one of your relatively smaller missions was scheduled. listed underneath your name was bucky’s, although he was only on there because he had demanded you never to go on a mission to an active hydra base alone, even though he knew you could handle it; you didn’t mind, always enjoying the quiet moments you got on the quinjet with bucky-- and the pilot, usually clint or steve, who bit their tongue, unlike sam or tony.

it would’ve been fine on any other day, but your day hadn’t started on the best note. the scars underneath your clothing seemed to burn every time you moved in the way they had when you first received them. you had stared at them for far too long, wishing you had the super-healing of the asgardian gods or the super soldiers you surrounded yourself with, who would never get permanent scars from the things you had experienced. they felt especially ugly sitting on your skin, making you want to lay in bed all day, pretending they didn’t exist.

your mission cut off your day of wallowing in your bed, forcing you to shove on your suit and sit in the quinjet to arrive at the mission you could’ve easily handled by yourself had it been another day and you had felt any other way.

you were from the same black widow program natasha was from; you were probably impossibly better, more ruthless and uncaring because from the moment you were born, you had nothing to lose, no family to protect, no memories of a childhood--even a fake one-- to hang onto. your movements were always calculated and perfect, like they had been forced to be, and your emotions were never supposed to cloud your anything-- they never did, except for when you had the days that knocked you off your feet, just like these.

nevertheless, you were distracted in the base with bucky, although you shouldn’t have been, considering the delicate information you were handling. you flawlessly did the routine of knocking guards unconscious, ignoring the way a harsh heat flashed in your hip when bucky’s hand touched the place where one of your more brutal scars was. it felt nearly as if he could feel it under his fingers, even though it was a ridiculous thought considering the material of your tac suit.

it was still going relatively fine; you had recovered the usb file you had been assigned to secure, and most of the guards were dead, fallen in a trail that created a clear pathway for bucky to find you, usb drive clutched tightly in your hand as you bled out on the floor, a knife thrown next to the pool of blood quickly forming underneath you and the person who had done it lying dead a few feet away. your gun was in your other hand, one of its bullets embedded in the hydra agents’ chest. bucky could hear the strangled gurgles of breathing coming from the agent, but he paid no attention to him as he rushed to your side, eyebrows furrowing as his hands reached the stab wound. you hissed sharply when you felt the cold of his vibranium fingers meet the burning hot of the injury, pressing down hard as lightly as he could while he mumbled something into the comms you never used. you were suddenly gathered into his arms, cringing when you heard a scream you didn’t realize was yours until you felt bucky’s lips moving in reassuring sentences next to your ear, a string of apologies falling from his lips. you never let go of the drive, desperate to keep hold of something that connected you to the real world, not wanting to focus on your other alternative: it was irrelevant when compared to everything else, but through the blinding red of pain, the only thing you could focus on was obsessing over the fact that a new scar would inevitably heal in place of the stab wound-- one you knew you would survive because you’d survived a hell of a lot worse than it, but the next ugly thing to form in your abdomen might just make you never want to see yourself again.

warm tears rolled down your cheeks as bucky carried you back into the quinjet, one of your hands tiredly fisted at bucky’s shirt, trying your best to stay awake but ultimately failing from the loss of blood and will.

-

it’s stupid. you’re aware, but your first thought when you open your eyes again is how there is yet another scar that will form on your abdomen, making tears rush to your eyes in frustration because it was your fault it was there anyways. had you just paid attention-- just not concentrated so on the wretched things, a new one would not be forming right now. the collection of ugly tissue that littered your skin was already too large.

the frustration you felt overpowered the painful numbness that settled over the wound in your abdomen, making dried tears spring back to life and dribble down your apple cheeks, alerting your boyfriend of your state. “doll? what’s wrong?” he asks, and at the sign he’s there, listening to your whimpers and audible disdain, the dam breaks loose, your hands reaching up to your face and tugging at the gash.

bucky’s up on his feet, tender hands circling around your wrists to pull them back down, “y/n, what’s wrong, doll?” he repeats, gentle blue eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. you squeeze your eyes shut, another salty trail making its way onto the bow of your lips. bucky’s warm fingers wipe away the wetness, his fingertips light.

“baby, please tell me what hurts,” he begs, his vibranium hand making its way into yours. you shake your head, squeezing his cold fingers. “i hate them,” you mumble, feeling his palm cupping your jaw, “i hate them so much.”

“hate what, honey?” he questions gently, brows furrowing further when he sees your hand curling into a loose fist above the place where his hands have lovingly settled: right on your scars. “i’m sorry,” you cry quietly, nose scrunching up when his fingers trace over the tissue he’s memorized the location of, “i hate them. they’re ugly and i hate them.”

“these?” bucky inquires, surprised. he lifts your shirt-- really, his-- to see the object of your tears, catching when you shut your eyes again and more tears drip off your jaw.

“bucky, no--”

bucky looks up at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “y/n…” he starts sadly, pulling away to get you to look at him. “they’re not... “ his eyes flick down to one of the scars, and he taps on it gently, “d’you remember this one? it was a couple years ago when i barely joined the team.” you can feel a lump growing in your throat, perfectly able to recall where you got it.

“you barely knew me back then, but you did know i was a super soldier, and you jumped in front of that bullet anyways. god, i knew i had to ask you out before someone knocked sense into anyone else.”

you sniffle, biting your lip, “this one,” he touches another one, “you saved nat and a little girl from a madman. her parents were so thankful they stayed with you until you woke up to thank you.” his finger wipes away another tear, “she invited me to her birthday party this year,” you snivel, and bucky smiles.

“these are not ugly-- you are not ugly, i promise.” he tells you. “i love you, every part of you--” his head suddenly ducks down, and you can feel his lips softly pressing against the scars, careful to avoid your newly forming one. your hand reaches his jaw, running your nail along his stubble as more thankful tears slip from your eyes. “i love you,” he repeats, kissing your lips.

“thank you,” you whisper against his lips, sniffling as you feel the burn on the scars slowly begin to disappear with the coolness of bucky’s vibranium fingertips.

[musing-and-music]

I am the only judge

A short text inspired by the conversation following this post on discord. We talked about how Roy is person A and Riza person B, and how Roy closes his heart to avoid being hurt when he loses people he loves and when he knows he might die sooner than later after he's tried for his crimes. My take was that Riza is the one convincing him their relationship is worth being lived, even if their end can be tragic.

"Riza would be the one telling Roy that their relationship is worth being lived. Maybe they'll die, maybe it'll end tragically, but at least they'll have known and loved each other fully, until the end, and isn't that something beautiful? They already have too many regrets in their life, let this not be one more"

Thank you @niconiconina @nightofnyx8 @goneadrift and @smoothshine!! Also I must thank my boss for talking about his vacations in Iceland during coffee break, because the interruption in the writing process made this little thing less angsty than I expected!

Royai, Post-canon, Established Relationship, Fluff, 464 words

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Roy sighed as he leaned against the back of his chair, ruffling his hair with his hand. He looked exhausted, and Riza knew he wasn’t sleeping enough, always working for their goal, endlessly looking for financial support, material, people.

"You should rest for a bit, sir," she told him as she took a stack of files from his desk. They'd need to be sorted and put in envelopes before tonight.

"There’s too much to do, Hawkeye.  I can’t stop."

"Or what?"

Roy turned a puzzled look to her. "What?"

Riza dropped the files on her desk and faced him.

"What would happen if you slept for two hours? If you stopped for half a day? Will this country explode? Will all the people who don't like you suddenly barge in your office to throw you outside? No sir, everything will be fine, because you have people you can trust to take care of what needs to be done." She took a few steps toward him and stopped next to the side of his desk. "You know we'll keep up with you, general. We've followed you all this way, we won't stop so easily."

Roy leaned forward and placed his hands on the wooden surface. Another sigh escaped him. "And you, Hawkeye? Why do you stick with me? Why do you keep scolding me when I need it? Why do I still have your unwavering loyalty?"

A small smile spread on Riza’s lips. "You know it damn well, Roy," she whispered.

Her hand slid on the desk until her fingertips brushed against his. Immediately, Roy turned his hand and entwined their fingers together.

"I don't deserve you, Riza," he breathed, but his gaze didn't wear the regret that sometimes shone in his black eyes. Instead, Riza found so much tenderness inside that her heart faltered. She gave his fingers a light squeeze.

"I am the only judge for that, Roy, and I decided years ago that you were worthy of me, worthy of my love. I'm glad that you accepted it's something good for us despite our incertain future."

Roy's smile was wobbly, soft, loving, and Riza still couldn't believe her luck to have Roy Mustang loving her. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly, eliciting delicious goosebumps along her arm.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence, until Roy yawned.

"Alright, general, I think it’s time for you to take a long nap!" Riza pulled him on his feet and led him to the couch. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything while you sleep. I'll stop the world from exploding and keep your enemies away."

Roy settled on the couch and gave her a sleepy smile. "I knew I could count on you, captain."

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kisses on head, Molly to Beau?

I have been waiting all day to finish work so I could write this lil snippet. I'm writing it from my ask box so I don't get carried away...

...and it's been 75 minutes so god knows what happened. 500 words at a guess, weird itch to continue, mention of stomach troubles but nothing explicit. Also you get bonus b/y head kiss because it was there and I could. ^__^

AU where Molly did come back, post-canon.

Beau barely protests when Molly tucks the blanket around her like she's three, and that's how he knows it's serious. He steps back to frown at her clammy, pale skin and eyebags he doesn't need dark vision to see from across the darkened room. "You're really down for the count, huh?"

Cross-legged in the middle of the pile of furs she shares with Yasha, Beau glares at him halfheartedly. "I'm only putting up with you because it makes Yasha feel better, you know."

Oh. It's not a halfhearted glare he's seeing. She's just that sick. "Same goes for me dear," he says breezily. "Aren't you supposed to be godly amounts of healthy all the time or something? I didn't get the sense Yasha was exaggerating that. Jester definitely was, though."

"This isn't poison or disease, dipshit." Her wet sniff undercuts a little of her words - not that he needs it. "S'just a stomach bug. Nobody's immune."

"Mmm." Molly's ears perk as the steam from the kettle in the next room begins to change pitch. He can get to it before it starts to whistle, but whether he will or not...eh, fine. Just for today. "Keep telling yourself that," he says, and flicks her ear with his tail as he exits. Beau barely flinches, just shakes her head like he's a fly and blinks hard at the sudden movement.

Okay, he gets why Yasha called him in for babysitting. He's allowed to be annoyed - encouraged, even, when it's Beau - but maybe it's nice now and then to have his patience tested. It's not a concept he's wholly familiar with just yet. Patience is for people who know they have time, and whatever makes Molly Molly historically has been made of time borrowed and never assumed. But something's changed - the time ticking in him is his now, properly. If the Nein have their way, he'll be godsdamned immortal.

Molly traces a finger down the long-healed scar bisecting his torso under his open shirt and watches the tea pour into the cup. They have a habit, he thinks, of getting their way.

"Lemongrass," he declares at the doorway. "Delivery to one Beauregard Lionett, Den of Sickness, Rexxentrum. I added ginger. Settles stomachs. I think. I hope."

Beau sips, and the face she makes is a heartbeat too late to be convincing. "Nobody fucking asked for ginger."

"Yes, well." Molly leans down to kiss the top of her head and grins when that does get him a proper glare. "When you're the one cleaning the bucket, you can have what you want."

"Tyrant."

It's only a low blow if it applies to him, and he appreciates the emphasis they all have on the distinction between him and Lucien more than he cares to admit - especially to her. "I think you'll find that's dictator, actually, emphasis on dick."

Beau looks for a tenth of a second like her old self, and then whatever she'd planned to say cuts off in a heave and Molly just sighs as he plucks the cup from Beau's hand and out of harm's way. "Not that much emphasis." He ducks at the flick of her wrist, but not quickly enough. "Ow," he protests, rubbing the base of his horn. "Where were you even keeping a ball bearing?"

Beau flips him off, breathing heavily over the bucket, but she doesn't lean away when he reaches to push her sweaty hair back behind her ear. "Scoot up a little when you can for me, hmm? We are just playing with fire here and I've been meaning to see if I remember how to braid anyway."

Beau just nods, and after another ten seconds of tense silence pulls herself forward enough to where Molly can perch behind her and get to work. Her neck is scorching, the noise she makes when he presses his palm over that green eye vaguely obscene in its relief. "Hair can wait," she croaks. "Please gods don't move."

Molly says nothing, just keeps his hand in place and carefully reaches around to offer the tea again with the other.

"Thanks." It's quiet after that, windows dimmed by furs that stir now and then with the cool spring air coming from outside and brightening and dimming by degrees. "I'm glad you're not dead," says Beau, long after the cup has been drained and the blanket discarded.

"Oh, hush."

"I'm serious."

"I know. You also provide the invaluable service of making me regularly question the merits of being alive and stuck with you people. The perspective's nice. Don't go changing it up on me now."

Beau huffs. "Whatever."

"That's more like it, thank you."

She doesn't reply, and when he leans over to catch a glimpse of her face it's to find her eyes closed and her chin starting to droop towards her chest. Bout time. She'd been up most of the night, Yasha had said, and they're well into the afternoon. Molly sighs and pulls her gently towards him with his other arm until her head rests against his shoulder. "She'll kill me if she comes home to so much as a crick in your neck," he says when Beau opens one skeptical eye. "Go to sleep."

And that's how Yasha finds them an hour later, Molly asleep with his back against the wall and Beau sacked out against him. Neither of them stir as she takes a moment just to bask all over again in the warmth of them, the spaces they occupy in her heart individually and together. She leans down to kiss the both on the crowns of their heads and smiles when Beau's eyes flutter open to squint up at her.

"Go back to sleep," Yasha whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Beau makes a noise that's probably a full word in her head and slips gratefully back into sleep, and Yasha spends one more long second drinking them in before she stands and slips quietly out of the room, smiling softly.