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the-dc-trash · 1 year ago

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“Die for You.”

summary: Jason is having complicated… feelings for (Name)— and they are so hard to articulate when he is so deep inside her

Tags: NSFW, sexual content, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, degradation (a small bit), praises, spitting, spanking (just one time), unprotected sex, dropping of L-Bombs, friends to lovers

Note: this is a repost! It kind of flopped when I posted this yesterday so I’m reposting it 😭 this is a second part to to the first post!

Jason Todd noticed it.

He always does, no matter how small the detail is, he can see her in a different light after that night, after making the small friend with benefits arrangement when he pumped her full with his cum.

The next few months, God, he was starting to notice it. She's glowing. The nights of her pussy milking his cock empty, she has this glow that he prides himself in because he made her feel that way after taking her ability to walk for the next following days.

But it's more than sex now, Jason thinks. He needs her, he needs to hear her voice every single day, he need (Name) on his side to ramble on her day, he can't do this friends with benefits anymore, fucking hell- Jason needs (Name).

Jason wants to look at her everyday, she's a painting, a masterpiece rather, with lots of perfections and imperfections, from the way how her watercolor eyes looks so good under the sunset rays, her lips that always curved up perfectly everytime her gaze landed on him, and her hands- they fit so perfectly to his that Jason wonders what would it be like to hold them everyday.

Jason loves her- wait. He stopped himself when he saw he's been staring her quietly as she tells her day about seeing a fat orange cat. She's so adorable, what the fuck.

Jason, that's your friend, don't fuck it up.

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"Jason." (Name) moaned when Jason pushed her head down in the bed, his cock pounds inside her pussy to feel her slickness coating him as he fucked her hard into the mattress like a beast in a heat, this was new, it was like he's frustrated when he's fucking her from behind that she could only mewl and squirm, gripping the sheets below her to take whatever Jason was giving her.

And he feels frustratingly good when he feels her cunt fluttering around him, it's like she's pulling his pulling his cock inside her so tight, not wanting his cock leave her warm pussy who's dripping wet, begging to be released. "Fuck." He groaned when she purposefully squeezed his cock to tease him, something she always does to rile him up more so she can get what she wants- and she wants it hard. “What a fucking brat."

Jason grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, to make (Name) gasp when her eyes meet Jason's in the mirror's reflection who's looking at her with lustful desires, his hips not stopping to fuck her good like he wants.

She's so beautiful looking like a fucked out slut. His slut.

(Name) was about to close her eyes in pleasure but Jason landed his palm on her ass harshly, her eyes shot open and mewled at the impact, obviously making his cock twitched up when she realized she liked the stinging pain it left behind. "Don't you dare close your fucking eyes.” Jason groaned and let go of her hair, his hands now grabbing the flush of her hips to pull it back to meet his unforgiving pace. “Eyes on me, baby.” He went rougher, feeling the tip of his cock brushed a spongy feeling of her spot that made her arched her back, her head resting on her arm, locking eyes with Jason in lost pleasure.

There it is. Jason Todd knows that look, a desperate look that she's close.

"Close already?" Jason mocked her before leaning to pressed his chest down on her bare back and kiss her shoulder that made her whine softly. (Name) nodded feverishly, her mind couldn't comprehend a single coherent thought when she can feel him so deep inside her. Jason returned to his position to feel her deep again, his eyes looked down to her ass, watching his cock slicked with her own arousal goes in and out of her pussy, and Goddamn, Jason was mesmerized by the sight of how she takes him so well. His line of thoughts were disturbed when she lets out a small desperate mewl and he looked back at her in the reflection and smirked at the sight of a poor (Name) all fucked out.

"Please, Jason, I wanna cum so bad." (Name) moaned, desperately moving her hips to meet his and chase her oncoming orgasm, his eyes watched her features contorting to pleasure, ready to release in any given moment - to which the dark-haired man pulled out abruptly. He wants to see her come undone, her pretty face always gets to him when he make her see heaven.

"Jason!" (Name) groaned, feeling empty without his cock inside her. Jason didn't bother to answer her when he flipped her to her back and drag her lower half to the edge of the bed to which where he stands now. Jason postioned her legs to rest on his upper body, her ankles rested on his broad shoulders, and his hands hold onto her thighs to lift her hips up, her slit is positioned to Jason's erected cock and pushed in without trouble.

He stilled, hissing at the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping him again, a experience he would never get sick and tired of. If Jason moves now, he'd cum on the spot and that would be fucking embarrassing.

Slowly, he sets out a slow pace, his eyes looking at her expression.

Jason will always adore that beautiful sight of (Name) right now, who's lost again to the feeling of him filling her up whole, but he frowned when her eyes are closed again, she knew Jason loves eye contact and he'll always make sure he gets what he wants from her. "Hey," he patted her cheek with his large hand, careful not to hurt but enough for her to to open her eyes. "I said, eyes on me." He grabbed her jaw and his thumb rested her lower lip, as if telling her to open them.

(Name) obliged, her lips parting for him and Jason leaned down, puckering his lips to let a gobble of spit down to her open mouth, watching it in amazement when she moaned in delight, eagerly swallowing it with a lazy smile while looking up to him. There she is with the eye contact. Fuck.

Jason growled. He roughly moved her a bit up so he can rest his knees to the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist to feel her deeper and harder, just like how they both always wanted.

"You're being such a good girl for me." Jason groaned, praising her and sweet tight pussy, his hips not faltering from pounding her and his hands on her waist tightly, watching (Name) under his hold. "Good." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Girl.”

So fucking beautiful- when he praises her like that, how she melts at those simple praises. And she looks so damn pretty with (Name) looking like a gift sent for Jason to spend his time and efforts, to have her moaning his name like it's the only word she knows under him.

Her hair is a mess, her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips letting out melody of moans and mewls because of him, her perfect tits bouncing when he fucked her so hard. He can feel himself close just by the sight of her lost on the feeling of his cock plunging deep inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Jason." (Name)'s hand began to wander down and she rubbed her clit in front of him. This made the dark-haired vigilante smiled down at her, absolutely loving she's giving him a show for him to watch.

"Yeah? You like that?" Jason rolled his hips slowly like he's tracing his name on her pussy, marking it for his own, he's so obsessed of her that he couldn't help to do this everytime they fucked, and the best part is?

She enjoyed it, she loves it, and she lets him.

"Mhm." She panted out, her eyes looking down and watch how he rolled his hips so smoothly against her before switching back again to rough pounding her sweet cunt- this made her moan at the sight of it and feel herself getting wetter and closer to peak that euphoric feeling again. "Mhm? Yeah? You like playing with yourself?" Jason watched her moan, he's all sweaty but his stamina is something she always take serious for. (Name) could only nod and lifted her hips to meet his pace, always so needy and desperate for him to fill her up again and again.

He couldn't hold it in. So Jason rested his arms on the side of her head, his pace roughing up and captured her lips with his own that made him groan, she taste so sweet- fuck. "Jason," she whined against their kiss. “Wanna cum with you, please, please? Inside.” She pleaded and Jason groaned lowly at the sound of her helpless pleas. He pulled away and looked deep to her eyes, he can make out everything about her, from her long eyeslashes, her cute nose, her lips.

Jason doesn't want to let (Name) go- he just can't let her go and have other men have her that way he's having (Name) right now, he would rather die again if that was the case. "(Name).” Jason panted out, his brows furrowing, the hold she has on him dawned on him that he groaned at the thought of it, he's not complaining anyways. "Fuck you."

He getting close, and so was she that (Name) could only smile up to him with half-lidded eyes when he cussed her out. She's so pretty, it hurts.

With a few more thrust, (Name) came around his cock with a lewd moan of his name and Jason pupils dilated watching her cumming to his cock that he couldn't help it and bury his face on the crook of her neck.

"I love you." Jason groaned - And ropes of cum shot inside her pussy, his hips stuttering, his whole body getting weak and Jason puts down his weight on her, taking a deep few breaths but he didn't pulled out just yet.

Oh fuck. He said it. He didn't mean to- whatever, just out with it.

They both went silent, besides the heavy breathing, it was... quiet. The weight of his words finally sinking to (Name) and squirmed under his weight to get comfortable. "Uh... Jason you kind of slipped -"

"Shut up." He pressed his lips on her neck. " know what I said." Jason grumbled, his arms wrapping around her body to stop her from moving.

"And I mean it. I love you." the word is so foreign to him. "why do you have to come-" she snorted at that but Jason decided to ignore that. "And ruin me? You and your whole existence is a thorn on my side." Jason bit her neck, leaving a small love bite. "Don't even answer that." He said, he's not feeling to hear whatever witty retort from her right now.

"|... fuck- this was too fast, i'm sorry." Jason pulled back and watched her with rueful smile. "But damn it, fuck you, (Name), I want you. Not just your body. I want you. So let me take you out on a date and let me treat you the way you deserve, unlike those douchebags you go after." He means that, it may be a bad time for them to go heart to heart right now when he's still literally inside her, but if not now, when? He just doesn't want to be a friend she's fucking, he wants to be more than that to her. It's obvious that Jason doesn't have any experience in these kind of fields before, but whatever, he thinks.

(Name) wasn't expecting this but she laughs softly that made him smiled softly at the sound of her voice. This is such a stupid confession." Jason shrugged. "Hey, it's unique."

"I would love to." (Name) looked at him with a smile and Jason felt like all his stress melted just by looking at her with that damn smile.

But of course, Jason who's not an expert yet in any romantic field does what he needs to do.

"… good, but let's think about our date tomorrow." He pushed his hips again, feeling her again and grinned when she shot him a look but her moan said otherwise that made his cock harden again. “Sorry, (Name), you're just to die for.”

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moongoopy · 6 months ago

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Sukuna with a lover who's insecure about herself and so he takes her in front of the mirror and kisses her while telling her what he lives about her.

Could lead to mirror sex of you're comfortable with that

no matter what

c/w: intimacy, a bit nsfw but implied sex, slight violence, sukuna calls you my love and dear

a/n: i forgot i could write nsfw woah but this is implied so sorry for ermmmm leaving you high and dry! also reader is not gender specified, i think you can grab chests??? even with how small they are??? like idk cupping a breast implant, those are tiny right...

sorry if short!

c: sukuna x gen!reader

he thinks you're quite silly, well all humans were especially when you try to shrink and pull away from him if he fondles your body a bit and your face tries to hide that useless fear of how a body is supposed to look like.

he had you where he wanted, body nude and reflecting back onto the mirror with his arms around your waist, his hand playing with the skin of your leg. the fingers you love so much tracing down to the inside of your thighs and a soft growl that run down his lips as he traced them on the shell of your ear.

first, he holds your head up, guiding it to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"why so crestfallen, my love?"

your arms do little to hide your own body when his arms easily pulled them away and he nuzzles his face into your neck to breathe in your scent that makes for an entertaining reaction, a lovely shiver down your spine.

your chest, he traces his hands over and kisses up your nape. his fingers palms them and felt up your skin.

there was your heart, it beats so hard for him. humans are such a fickle thing, he holds the spot of your body where he can feel it beating hard for him and he chuckles. whether it was fear to submit or excitement for how close he was, he loves all the times an organ reacts so quickly to him.

he smooths down to your waist and holds your hips, patting them slightly. you swore he got harder just from nudging into your ass.

he loves your hips when you walk. his eyes subtly watching you walk away from him as you fulfill your duties or work he set out for you or simply to walk to him. his eyes trail down your legs and he gave it a big squeeze which made you whimper. these legs were a treat for him, he had you adorn shorter garments just to see them more. if you don't speak up and say that your outfit posed any problems, he would continue feigning idiocy and continue to peep at them everytime you're around him.

he dares you to call him a perv but he just has taste for this part of you, well one of the parts he adored so much.

his hand then rises back up top and caresses your back, giving it kisses and a groan. your back muscles flexing from his hands was an intriguing sight, it was attractive. one of his eyes watched your hand hold him, tracing your thumb against his fingers.

"i'm sorry, i just don't feel right."

he made sure you felt his hot breath near your ear.

"you dont need to feel like you should be something either when you're with me."

there was his favourite rhythm that starts when he catches you offguard with such praise and he laughs lowly. he felt you shift, wanting to speak up surely but a pinch to your wrist stopped you.

but he was right.

you could feel right or wrong, ugly and flawed when you're with him. he admires the worst in things and that was 'you'. though it was debatable because everything wrong with you never felt out of place either. he doesnt go back on his praise. he doesnt seek out these flaws a lot like you do when he could use his time better by appreciating them.

like your hands which he press his lips onto next, they did so much for him and to him. they went through hell and back to reach to this position with him. they fit around him so nicely and makes something burn in him so badly.

he'd seen how they've been cut off, burnt, bruised and he was there at all times to hold and heal them. uraume couldn't even reach you fast enough because sukuna was the first. he'd heal back those pretty hands that held his during the night and to entertain your fascination with his hands, squeezing the warmth into his and silently sighing.

his eyes flickered back to mirror where he sees you looking at your wrist and he smiles to how your eyes aimlessly worry.

ah, those eyes. the eyes that dare look at him for the first time you met him.

"you haven't answered me, dear."

ones that challenge others and him, that drastically softens to his voice and widens to his actions. he tilts your head back to the mirror to make you look at him again.

rapidly blinking up to him, another apology slips from your lips and there he strokes them with his thumb.

and such a mouth that swiftly answers him when panicked or shuts down his arguments. he pulls you back to kiss your lips and meets your tongue. you always tasted so enticing and saccharine, the second best thing he puts in his mouth (other than whats between your legs) as he kisses you deeply.

before he gets too carried away for the night, he pulls away and grinned to your eager lips that chase after him.

he grunted when your hand went and pumped his cock but he holds your hand tenderly.

"cease from doing that for tonight. this time.."

you moan softly as his fingers slide down your body.

"i'll be the one serving you."

he'd plan to tell you all the things he loved about you with the slow tease of his hands, he'll sing praise like a little song bird as long as that gets his lover to desist their worrying.

why should you when you're so perfect to him?

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blakbonnet · 3 months ago

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AUTHOR OF THE WEEK: @clairegregoryau 💕

Everytime the topic of fandom kindness and community comes up, of helping each other out and fostering a quiet corner where people can be themselves, most people in our little fandom think of Claire. She's written over a million words of OFMD fic and read even more, and you can always see so so many recs over on her twitter. Incredible good vibes, and an author who truly lives to lift other authors up. She also does SO SO much for fic authors over on the OFMD Fic Club server <3 And she was incredibly kind and shared her entire writing process with me:

What's your writing process like? Do you start with the beginning or the end? Do you write in order or as the scenes come to you?

I’m a huge advance planner, which is a process that has developed for me over more than 25 years of writing original fiction. I’ll get whacked with a story idea, then I’ll sit down and set out the central kernel of that idea, and where it needs to start, where it needs to end, and what the turning points need to be to get there.

A lot of the time I use a three-act structure, largely because Jenkins has talked about OFMD using that structure (one example here). So that makes it easy for me to hold to the canon beats when I’m writing AU stories, or to mirror them in canon-era stories, which is also something I try to do most of the time. With long experience (and now 1.7 million words of OFMD fic written (!)), I find this part of the process really easy. I’ll usually do that plotting by hand-writing out my notes, because it really fires up a different part of your brain.

Because I am such an advance planner, I do tend to write in a completely linear way from start to finish (I also pretty commonly post my long-fics as I write- each chapter goes up as soon as it’s finished and has a final editing pass). Punching through it in a linear way, knowing the ending that I’m working towards and being enthusiastic to get there, really keeps me motivated.

I do all of my writing in 30-minute sprints at the OFMD Fic Club Discord, where we’ve built a lovely and LOUDLY enthusiastic writing community that anyone is welcome to hop into 24/7. For those who find the constant chat a bit overwhelming, we also have a Quiet Focus Sprints channel. Again via long practice, I’m a very fast writer, but that’s accelerated a lot more over the last couple of years, paradoxically because I couldn’t write the way I used to anymore.

I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that includes some fun brain impacts at times, and it’s really hit my working memory especially. I used to be able to hold all the strands of a complicated story together in my head as I wrote, but now I can’t do that as easily. So that’s why the outline is important for me, so I never lose track of the idea- I’ll also do a quick outline at the start of each chapter I’m writing that notes what needs to happen, and then I’ll write in what I call layers, getting down whatever I can first, and then doing sweeps back through it to add internals, narrative detail, sensory details and so on. I make a LOT of notes and square brackets as I go to remind myself of things to look at later.

I also use a plot matrix [Twitter thread, Example Matrix] that you may have seen floating around- I mostly use it to keep track of plot details that have already happened within a story, so that I can check it out at a glance, but I will sometimes plan certain elements in advance (as in the case of Tree Change, which covered 87 of the 93 Kinktober prompts last year across 12 carefully planned chapters). There’s always space when I’m writing for the characters to surprise me within that plot framework- as a final plotting thing, once I’m at the halfway mark I’ll often plot backwards from the planned end to make sure that I’m on course, and to see what I need to adjust.

Favourite trope or headcanon you like to explore while writing?

I really like to dig into the friends-to-lovers trope that sits at the heart of the show. The Ed and Stede relationship reminds me immensely of my own- like Rhys and Taika as friends, we’ve been yes-anding each other for over 25 years (all of my least hinged fic ideas come from bouncing thoughts back and forth with my husband), and it’s been a steady mix of constant silliness, curiosity, and care. We’re best friends first and that’s one of my favourite things about Ed and Stede, that they are, too.

What I really love about it is the vulnerability of these two people who’ve been hurt so much by others in the past, who’ve never been fully appreciated for all the things that they are, and in each other they find the one absolutely perfect person who just gets them, and it makes all the difference. It’s always fun to play with that and variations on it in fics, and it’s usually the beating heart of my stories.

Whose voice is easier to write - Ed or Stede? Why?

I want to say that I find them both equally easy depending on the story. Ed as a character speaks very much the way I think- he has that ADHD buzz, the high swear level, and a very AoNZ turn of phrase that’s also very familiar to Australians (like me). Writing Ed is like turning the inside of my head out and it always flows easily.

But I have always said that I see myself in both characters in equal parts, so I find Stede pretty easy to write as well. I feel like I pretty solidly understand him as a person, with his history of rejection and his commitment to trying anyway, and trying to be kind, and letting himself be fascinated by things, from piracy to books to moths to Ed (that one’s not hard).

Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read

This is a near-impossible question with 69 OFMD fics up on AO3 😅 I really do love them all, and I have a lot of smaller one-shots that haven’t been read as much, but overall I’m incredibly lucky with readership and so so grateful for everyone who enjoys my work.

But my recent Reverse Bang fic The Broken Lines is hugely important to me and I think it’s probably one of the best things I’ve ever written anywhere. It’s set in the aftermath of the First World War (my professional zone of expertise), and features a Stede who’s lost his voice, his memory, and as far as he knows, his Ed. He gradually remembers what happened with the help of the crew and another Ed, who appears in his mirror from 1719, searching for his own Stede. It was a beautiful collaboration with artist Gerlinde to begin with, but I also got to work with one of my longest-term writing friends Jill @followedmystar as my beta, and then with Boy, who made a truly transcendent podfic that I can’t yell about enough.

What is the one word that you think you use a lot?

I think the word I have to zap more than any other is “actually”, and there are still a million of them in there when I’m done. The main reason is that to stick close to canon voice, I try to incorporate a lot of the less iconic/ more ordinary turns of phrase that the characters use a lot in their speech (I’ve watched every episode of the show… way too many times), and both Ed and Stede actually use “actually” a surprising amount. I just use it an even more surprising amount 😂

(This just sent me on a QUEST to find a specific number because I am that kind of nerd- Stede says it 15 times in S1 and 12 in S2, and Ed says it 8 times in each, for totals of 27 and 16, many of them in distinctive moments; it just gives that little buzz of recognition for me. I started out screenwriting before I moved to prose, so my writing tends to lean pretty strongly on having a recognisable, almost audible voice to the dialogue, as well as a cinematic visual style for the big adventures especially).

Do you have a beta reader? Have they made you a better writer?

I quite deliberately don’t use a beta reader for most of my OFMD fics, because being in this space is an exercise in recovering from lifelong paralysing perfectionism around writing especially. I’ve spent so many years not finishing original work because it never feels like it passes the invisible bar for perfection that exists in my own head. So when I started writing OFMD fic, I set out to accept good enough as good enough, and to get back to enjoying writing as fully as I can.

Obviously this means that my work could be better, but I’m actively working on letting that thought go and loving everything I’ve made just as it is. When I have worked with beta readers on projects that require them, like the Reverse Bang, it’s been with friends who I trust and adore, who I know will listen to what I need (cheerleading, mostly), and will do their best to work with me on improving the story without letting me spiral into hating it all because it wakes the perfectionist beast back up.

That doesn’t mean I’m without regular support, or that I’m not trying to improve my writing! I read an absolutely insane amount of fic, and I’m always in awe of the talent we have on this ship, and always learning from what other people do well. In lieu of beta readers, we share snippets of work all the time in our sprints team, so I get feedback there; I also get it from readers in progress, who often give me a sense of what’s hitting the way I hoped and what needs a bit of tweaking. I also have lovely group chats and individual friends like Kerry @communionnimrod and Lis @ghostalservice and Jill who I can run to if I need an opinion on whether an idea feels right or not, which I will often ask.

I’m very very careful with my writing, but in a couple of rare instances readers have also DMd me to note spots where I’ve inadvertently included something that doesn’t reach the sensitivity standard I’m aiming for. I’m always grateful for that gentleness and bravery in reaching out and I’m always happy to change something or to add tags or notes as needed.

Why OFMD 🥹

I watched the whole show in one hit a week after the final episode aired, and I loved it immediately, but I thought I was going to be normal about it. The unravelling into complete, unrelenting obsession happened gradually as I rewatched it with my husband and teen, then again, and again, then started to read fics and hunt up art, then started joining fan spaces, and then dived into writing my first fic in two and a half decades (all original writing between The X-Files and here), thinking it would also be my last.

I’m still here, still writing constantly, and a major portion of it is the show and how distinctly it reflected all the many parts of me, some of which I’d never seen so clearly before. I had a tough childhood in a few different family respects. I didn’t understand that I was neurodivergent until I turned 40 and my own kids were heading for diagnosis, and I’d been rejected constantly throughout my life for being too much. I was a high achiever who was in the process of crumpling under pressure right when I watched it, and while I’d been figuring out my sense of my own queerness for a few years, I’d never had a community that helped me feel at home with that.

And in the end it’s the community that’s been the reason I’ve been fully sucked into fandom for the first time since my teens- the writing in this space is top-tier wonderful, and the community is such a found family, just like the Revenge. Being able to write and have people actually want to read that writing, being able to cheer others on and hype their work, being able to help set up the OFMD Fic Club Discord and make it a safe spaceship for so many people, has been incredibly fulfilling and lovely.

Please head over to @ofmdlovelyletters (who also made the header) and send your love to all your favourite authors (and authors of the week 😈 watch that blog for some special letters coming your way)

#aotw #author of the week #artist of the week #clairegregoryau #ofmd #our flag means death #writing

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thecelestialperiwinkle · 1 year ago

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ᰋ ׅ࣪ ꒰ minors dni 18+ pac reading detailed ♡︎ your (future) person's hidden sexual thoughts ꒱

01. 02. 03.

disclaimer : this 18+ reading was made for adult audiences. it contains adult language and content and it may not suitable for minors and may not be for some adult readers. read at your own risk and be open-minded. kindly skip this post and avoid interacting if you don't feel it, stop reporting my posts! *chuu*

cards : world, 3oC, ToW, QoS, KoW, SoC.

this person's hidden thoughts is that they want to see the reaction of their partner's body and theirs too when having juicy time together. not only that, but they also want to see the reaction of their partner on how they're performing and moaning while doing those things. they would likely want to have a huge mirror in front where they can see both of the oral bodies.

if this is a man, they have a huge manhood, while if this is a woman, they will have a small and tight lady bits. when it comes to the chest part, they are big, well circled, and very delicate to look at and to suck up, no matter what gender it is. i see that they may be interested in collecting different types of sex toys to pleasure themselves as well as their partner. i also don't think that your first sexual encounter with them will be their first; perhaps they will be someone who may have experience with this kind of things.

they also desire to carry, embrace, or own the body of their partner all night or day. they want to enjoy every inch of you; they want this togetherness to happen. they are someone who is very picky when it comes to their partner and places; it's like you can't just fuck this person around and everywhere you want to.

cards : 4oP, 9oS, the devil, judgement, 6oW, PoW.

holding, caressing and handcuffs are the ones i am picking up here. they want to touch their partner's body precisely, they want to own and say each part of it's body ‘‘this is mine, this, this and this one’’. they may want you to look elegant or the first night with them might happen in such milk and honey places.

this person wants to find someone who will able to share their sex fantasies, someone who can match their passion when it comes to sex appetite. this person prefer to do this in a way of secret and dark like a very private meeting. there's also a little bit of desire here where everytime they got crush on someone they usually daydreaming making it with that person. i don't think they will tell this to anyone since they likely embarrassed talking that deep secret of them, they probably gonna keep it by themselves alone. other than that, they purely want to experience unwavering and shivering affection of sex. altogether, this pile is giving me an energy of two couple dancing in unison and making a beat along with the waves of music.

cards : hermit, QoC, PoW, 10oP, SoS, 9oS.

pile 2 and 3, both have two similar cards - this might be means that you maybe a little bit attracted to pile 2, if yes then maybe it have message for you.

so as i see here, this person will love this aloneness time together in the near future but right now, they probably prefer doing it alone. if you gonna asked me, they're not really good with it but they trying their best and still on the phase where they still on learning process. they're not yet reading for any sexual things. not yet because they're still trying to figuring it out. if not then this spicy secrets of them is likely to be confidential forever. there's also a fifty-fifty chances that they become obsess with their partner.

but before all of that they do want first an emotional relationship security. when it comes to their favorite parts of human body, they probably like - bum and breast parts and they may want to squeeze, cupping, holding, sucking and massaging it. this is about holding and locking their lover around their arms. i don't know if you would like this part but they fancy phone sex such as vc and chat ones, nude photos, giving head, going down, 69 and anything related to oral sex. they have crave for someone who is foreigner, someone who looks good and someone who is unique from their eyes. if not they likely want to do it in such a far away places most likely overseas. the first time with them or a special getting together might happen in other places, a foreign country as i said and maybe this a honeymoon? or a relaxation for the both of you. cuddling after sexual intercourse is also included to their desire.

#pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #divination #tarotblr #tarot witch #cartomancy #fortune telling #love reading #spirituality #witch community #witchblr #future spouse #oracle reading #kpop tarot #psychic #witch #witches #thecelestialperiwinkle

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nayaaatv · 2 years ago

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joshua bf hcs !

✰ ; fluff, male-wife material joshua.

warnings ; mentions of food, and im p sure thats it (?)

wc ; 0.6k ♡

a/n : i love him sm i actually cannot.

+ req by anon ♡

this man is a little bit too obsessed with dressing you up. you can always depend on your boyfriend when ur going shopping. by the end of the day you're gonna be surrounded by the outfits he chose for you. spoiler alert, you look so hot in all of them LMAO, stylist bf things.

he's super in love with watching sunsets with you. ever since you guys started dating, he has always been sneaking a lil pic of you next to the beautifully colored sky, and little does he know, you do too. well, occasionally so.

matching bracelets ♡_♡ suits him so much tbh. and he's like never taking it off too. its those thread bracelets with your initials graved in them hehe.

cleans up everywhere when you're stil asleep. and cooks the most drool worthy breakfast ever its like ur in a mf hotel i swear. he takes care of your things like its his, sometimes you wake up to him reading a book you finished recently whilst drinking a hot cup of coffee on the couch. "hey, i heard you finished this. nothing bad happens in the end right?"

spoils you but spoils you like how a normal boyfriend would spoil his lover AND how a dad would spoil his daughter. one day he could be buying you a pandora necklace and the next could be him coming home with bags filled with matching pajamas and a fairy costume set for ages 3 and up. (ps, the pjs have my little pony prints on them) his excuse for the costume is -- "it says 3 and up baby. you're up, aren't you?". (im tearing up)

random slow dances at noon. with the curtains closed and a big lamp being your only source of light. its so comfortable and calming. your head laying on his shoulder as his hand stays there on your waist. both your hands intertwined as you get lost in the music playing from his phone. everything becomes quiet and suddenly its just the both of you in the world. you can only see him and he can only see you. nothing is on his mind, just you. and vice versa. you find yourself just standing there together until your legs cant handle it anymore. it always end with a nap or even a dinner date. who knows, he just loves being with his angel.

showering together, only if you're both comfortable with it ofcourse. by this i don't mean it in a sexual way like at all. he feels like its his duty to wash and scrub your hair wish the perfect amount of shampoo, and you like rub soap on each others back ㅠㅠ. then afterwards he's blow drying your hair while your taking cute little mirror selfies or putting on skincare together. this is one of the times joshua feels content. he feels more than happy when he's with you right now in moments like this. he adores it when you do his hair too. he gives you little pecks and kisses all over your face as soon as your done. (ok im gonna go cry now)

loves cooking for you. he secretly took cooking classes when you guys first started dating and now he's a five star michelin (ehe). everything in him is so curious and excited for your reaction everytime he cooks a new dish. you can find him constantly looking for new recipes for you to try. expect your stomach to never have issues ever again due to his godly cooking skills. you seriously don't know how he does it, but you let it slide as long as you're getting fed. he's super satisfied when he sees you full and tired from all the food he gave you. he always reminds you to always drink water afterwards and not to move around much. and let me confirm, he definitely has the 'kiss the chef' apron. and obviously you do kiss the chef! always. ♡

✦ ; @odetoyeonjun @stuckinmyhead5 @guavagyu @starry-mins @pearlygraysky @enhacolor @khypods @yoonzin0 @enha-choo @shadowofgyu

m.list - dino or dk is next ><

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dreamcast641 · 4 months ago

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Thank you @islandtarochips for the tag!

A little list to showcase your OC's favorite things

-Name: Claire Ekaterina Makarova

-Universe: SCP foundation(she is in others but those are AUs)

-Favorite book(and why): 1984 by George Orwell. Generally Claire's reading is limited on scientific books, biology ones in particular as she loves to expand her knowledge on her field but she finds old readings rather interesting and she took a particular liking in Orwell's writings, animal farm is also one of these.

-Favorite song: Dark beach by pastel ghost. She finds a somewhat sense of peace in this kind of electronic music. She loves the muffled singing.

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: It wasn't like this at the start, but when she gained a bit of confidence she started to love the elegant dress she uses to go clubbing. She would look at herself in the mirror, sometimes admiring how it brings up her features and how her untie hair match it so well;

-Favorite "little treat": Claire is a sweet lover. She is a chocolate and strawberry fan for sure and those two mixed together is the end for her. Id say then the strawberries deep in any kind of chocolate are her favorite in absolutely;

-Favorite person in their lives: Claire does not hold preference for anyone. She gets affectionate to who she loves in the same way;

-Dream home: a cottage in a isolate area in the mountains;

-Dream life: A life of freedom where she isn't tie to anything or anyone again. She wants to explore the world without pressures, without fear of dying.

-Name: Dmitry Vasilij Makarov

-Universe: SCP foundation (others as well but those are AUs)

-Favorite book (and why): the interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud. Despite Dmitry finding Freud methods outdated and often telling that we advanced a lot when it comes to psychoanalisis, he also find some of his readings interesting such as the dream related ones. He doesn't take seriously the book tho, but rather a start to continue his studies and finding new discoveries about the oniric that others would not know.

-Favorite song: Dmitry does not have a favorite song, however he listen to ambient sounds when he's working. The beach waves one being his favorite.

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: a black sweater with turtleneck that you can often see under his labcoat. There is no particular reason for him to like it, he just comfortable with anything that covers his skin completely.

-Favorite "little treat": He sometimes find himself to buy the buldak ramen when he has nothing else to make for lunch or dinner, not that he eats that often tho. The ramen thing has probably become a dependence and also he can handle spice well.

-Favorite person in their lives: It might sound like a joke because at first glance it would be impossible to know that this man has a favorite person but instead there is and is Maria, the mother that took him when his biological one left for the GOC.

-Dream home: Something small near the beach. It's gonna be climatized tho as he can't handle the heat at all. But he would just be there for the sound of the waves crashing on the sand.

-Dream life: He never thought of what life could be outside the foundation walls but he would have loved to raise a terrarium with snakes.

-Name: Evelyn "Mandy" Ross.

-Universe: SCP foundation

-Favorite book (and why): The book thief by Markus Zusak. Being a veteran of WW2 who served as a nurse for the US army at the time, she often find herself to read about what happened in the past, as some sort of closure to the trauma that she went through. She has read them all, her guts wrenching everytime at what she never saw and that was under her nose all this time. She took a particular liking in the book thief as somewhat she relates to Lesiel, the protagonist.

-Favorite song: Over the rainbow by Judy Garland/Glenn Miller. One of the most beloved cinema music and also one beloved to her as well as she listened to it once before drafting herself for the war. It holds so much memories for her both bad and good and often find herself playing it for her children when those cried as babies.

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: Mandy still has the blue cape that nurses used during ww2. She still keeps it on her shoulders.

-Favorite "little treat": snickers!

-Favorite person in their lives: even tho she holds no contact with any of them, Mandy is still fond of her two children, Claire and Dmitry.

-Dream home: A little home in a rural area, where the town is small and there is no much people.

-Dream life: Mandy holds so much regret for her decisions, she would love to go back in the past and change it all. She would love to become a doctor and help people without being forced to a life in prison. She wish she was never born with her anomaly.

-Name: Lilja Järvinen

-Universe: Rainbow Six Siege

-Favorite book (and why): Anything related to k9 training. Ofc, as a dog trainer who is hyperfixated on anything related to that, she has a vast collection of books that point at dogs and their training for the forces.

-Favorite song: Killer by Mareux

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: Any baggy clothes in her drawer. There is no particular reason for it, just that she is more comfortable with them on. The only problem is that she often stumbles on her own pants while walking.

-Favorite "little treat": She concede herself a trail of cinnamon rolls at least once every week. She usually takes them from her local bakery, nowadays they even prepare so before so she could be served immediately, not that she ever complains of course, shes a usual customer after all.

-Favorite person in their lives: at the moment she feels that she has no favorite in her life. She isn't that much close to any of the other operators and she finds herself often overthinking that somehow she is annoying to them.

-Dream home: her own childhood home is her dream home. It's was a farm with livestock and shepherd dogs not so far from a small town. That's where she gained passion for training dogs and improving that with the use of her knowledge in robotics.

-Dream life: She never really thinks about that, at the moment she is content with what she has.

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strooparfait · 7 months ago

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time travel. pt. 2

top! lars alexandersson x bottom! lee chaolan

summary: just as young lee went back to his timeline, young lars decided to stray from his to be here as well.

word count: 3677 words

genre: fluff, smut 18+

content warning(s): threesome, anal fingering, anal sex, somnophilia

a special part for this fic by nekotzgr (already recieved permission from them to write this!).

It has been a few months since young Lee had left the current timeline and back to his. Lee wanted to give him more information and stories he had been through, but he was afraid that any more would ruin the past.

Lee had been living in his lab working on his new robot projects. It’s nighttime, and nearly every staff member had already left for the night to rest, only security guards that were still here stationed outside the lab. His lover, Lars, is with his fellow soldiers for training camp three cities over. Alisa is accompanying Jin wherever he goes because that kid likes to wander around. No words can explain how lonely Lee is.

A look at the window showed the beautiful sight of the moon, which enticed the silver-haired man to walk to the window and open it to stare. The sudden gust of cold wind made him shiver despite wearing a lab coat over his sweater, but a smile still appeared on Lee’s face once he gazed upon different tall buildings as the lab was located in a higher floor of the company’s building. Just as Lee was about to ponder about his next project, a sound from his handheld transceiver in his pocket interrupted his peace.

“Mr. Lee! We have an urgent problem, sir!” Lee huffed, “What is it?” “We think that you want to see this by yourself, sir.” He raised an eyebrow, thinking it’s the Tekken Force barging into the building, but the guard didn’t specify, so it might be a really big problem. Lee hurried out from his lab to check what it was.

. . .

Lee went downstairs to check on the guard who called him a few minutes ago, and when he saw a figure sitting on one of the sofas he uncharacteristically nearly gaped his mouth from shock.

“Lars?” Lee asked, approaching ‘Lars’ on the sofa. ‘Lars’ looked up from the candies that he was eating given by the guard, and was stunned by the new arrival. Pretty man?! He knew my name too? “Uh, yes! My name is Lars, sir!” He stood up, his figure mirroring what soldiers did, and saluted to the Violet Systems CEO. The other can only stare at ‘Lars’ and froze for a bit, before shooing the guards out of the room so he could talk with the younger man alone.

Once only Lee and ‘Lars’ were left in the room, the silver-haired man had to think for a moment. Is this another case of young Lee? Lee looked over the other man. This ‘Lars’ seems younger than the one Lee has now, a bit shorter, his uniform that he’s wearing is also the Tekken Force’s. This ‘Lars’ is when he just started in the Tekken Force.

Lee wondered how to tell this to the young man. ‘Lars’ doesn’t look bothered at all, being in a foreign place. On the other hand, ‘Lars’ is actually bothered with this situation, but not what Lee thought it was. ‘Lars’ could not look at Lee’s eyes because he is very beautiful. Everytime he tried to keep an eye contact with the other, his eyes would immediately wander around the rest of Lee’s body. He never thought wandering around the Tekken Force facility would bring him to an angel!

Silence engulfed the room. Lee had to break the news to ‘Lars’, and hopefully he wouldn’t faint from the surprise.

. . .

‘Lars’ didn’t faint.

Thank the gods above that he didn’t faint because Lee would have to ask the guards to drag him to a vacant bedroom. ‘Lars’ took the information pretty well, and Lee heard a mutter from him of ‘no wonder that locked room is locked.’

Now that Lee took another look at ‘Lars’, he looks handsome at a young age of twenty. The current timeline of Lars is twenty nine years old, and he still looks pretty much the same from then and now. Twenty year old Lars is more youthful, and Lee can see the other’s cheeks just a bit chubbier.

Before his mind went to another direction however, Lee told young Lars to follow him. “C’mon, I’ll show you where you can rest for the time being. You should be tired.” Young Lars wanted to decline. “Oh, nonono, it’s fine, Mr. Lee. I’m not that tired.”

Hearing the rejection, Lee pouted. It was a magnificent way to guilt trip his lover in this time, so perhaps it would work for the younger version of him. Young Lars saw it, and sweat came down his forehead and blush appeared on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows and accepted Lee’s offer. Lee smiled in victory.

Then Lee remembered that he needed to take a look at the machine he made to return young Lee to his timeline. It should be able to work again after a few months of not using it. He returned to his lab to look for the time travel machine that he kept hidden behind different projects of combots that either Lee had discontinued or failed. Once he got what he was looking for, Lee went over to the machine to check for anything broken or anything that needed to be fixed.

After months of not using the machine, it had not been functioning well when Lee started it up. It appeared that repairments are due for it to work.

. . .

The next day arrived, the sun was rising as it was 6 a.m. in the morning. Young Lars didn’t remember how he got to Lee’s office, he just woke from his restful sleep and then he got here. Sitting in front of him on his office chair was Lee, the supposed owner of this company. Lee has his both hands clasped together on the desk, with a gentle smile on his face. Young Lars could not help but stare back at the older man, slightly intimidated by Lee’s strong aura yet attracted to it.

“So, the machine that could bring you back is… dysfunctional.” Lee started. “For now, at least. I’m currently working on repairing the machine, so during this time you can stay here.” Young Lars nodded his head slowly, processing the information inside his head. “Got it, sir.”

Lee chuckled, “Just call me Lee.” Then he hummed under his breath while his unclasped fingers tapped his desk in a rhythm. “While we’re here doing nothing, how about I tell you a bit of the current ‘Lars’, hm?”

For two hours Lee told the story of his Lars, of their first meeting, their best friend Alisa, their first date in Lee’s favourite restaurant, until the current time. “Where is he now?” Young Lars asked. “He’s with his subordinates in training camp. He should be returning soon.” Lee answered. “It’s already 8 a.m. We should go have breakfast, you must be hungry.”

Lars sat up on his chair with a straight back. “This is fine, sir! I’ve had worse back in the military.”

Lee frowned in response, “Oh, that’s not good.” He cupped his face with one hand and puffed his cheek, wanting to tease the younger man like how Lee usually does to his lover. “Young soldiers like you should eat a lot. My personal chef has a lot of expertise with different types of meats. He could make us expensive steak-” Young Lars almost salivated at the thought. “-he could make anything good! You should try it.”

“I guess… I could try��” Young Lars hesitated. Lee smiled in victory once again. Lars: 0, Lee: 2.

“Excellent! Follow me!”

. . .

The day passed by quickly, Lee and young Lars got closer by the end of the day. Both of them had a great time together, Lee took young Lars on a quick tour of Violet Systems after they had breakfast, and they spent the rest of the day in Lee’s personal lab to repair the time machine.

Young Lars asked questions on Lee’s past, in which Lee complied with the request but hid some truths of it –Kazuya–. Time by time, young Lars seemed to get even more attracted to the older man. He was enticed by Lee’s gentle yet confident voice whenever he spoke. Young Lars was not going to lie but he liked it when Lee joked around and teased him. He couldn’t look away from Lee especially after he had let an adorable grin appear on his face, twinkle in his gorgeous brown eyes.

The sun had set and Lee decided it was time to rest from working on the machine. Lee felt sore on his back, shoulders and arms. He stood from his chair and stretched his arms, and young Lars could see the other’s back muscles flexing through the white shirt Lee was wearing.

“I really need a shower… Lars, you can go back to rest in your room for a while.” Lee suggested. “Once you’re done with showering and whatnot, you can head to my office and we can eat dinner together.” Young Lars nodded in agreement.

They both leave to their respective rooms. Once Lee closed his private bedroom door, he immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. The soreness on his body returned and Lee massaged the areas slowly to ease the pain as the water from the showerhead washed over his body. Fifteen minutes later he left the bathroom with a white fluffy bathrobe and entered his walk-in closet (because he’s rich he can do and make anything he wants).

Rummaging through his wardrobe to get the perfect yet casual look for his dinner with young Lars, Lee finally chose a simple white and black t-shirt with long khaki pants after a long time. Just as he had finished wearing them, the silver-haired man heard the bedroom door opening. He perked up, knowing who entered his room. Lee rushed out of his walk-in closet to see his lover closing the door behind him.

“Lars!” Lee stalked over to the brown-haired man and hugged his neck. In return Lars wrapped his arms over Lee’s waist and kissed his lips passionately. Not too long after that Lars let go of the kiss and booped Lee’s nose, which made the older man laugh. “I’m back, Chaolan.”

Then Lee remembered that young Lars might be waiting in his office. “Lars. You must have had a shower before heading back here, so just change into something casual. I need to show you someone.” Someone? Lars, hearing the urgency in his lover’s voice, can only follow his request.

. . .

“Tada~! Last time it was my younger version, now it’s yours!”

Lee cheered with a wide and adorable grin, showing off like W*ll Sm*th the younger version of Lars who is awkwardly standing there. Current version of Lars could only gape at the sight of young Lars, forgetting that just a few months back young Lee was here too. And he fucked both versions of Lee as well. And he liked it.

Lee puffed his cheeks and put his hand to hold his hip when neither of them responded and only stared at each other with eyes glaring. Lee thought he could also hear lightning in the background. To stop this glaring silence Lee clapped his hands to get both Lars’ attention. “Okay, okay, let’s go downstairs. I’m really hungry and I don’t want the dinner to get cold.”

Immediately the two of them stopped glaring at each other intensely. Lee could only sigh quietly. They would most likely not get along well with each other.

Fortunately, the dinner passed by smoothly and the silence made by the two Lars was disrupted by Lee’s questions of Lars’ training camp week and young Lars’ usual routine in the military force. Though this incited a rivalry in the two of them and they started to brag about each other (Lars is winning of course due to his past knowledge and his present feats).

Feeling a bit tired due to repairing the time machine for hours, Lee quickly finished his meal and excused himself from the dining table to rest earlier than usual. Now only the two Lars are left in the dining room, continuing the stare off that they stopped for Lee. Lars started the conversation first.

“You like him.”

Young Lars froze for a moment. “Wha-? No I don’t-” “I know you like Chaolan. I can see from your behaviour when you speak with him.” Lars clutched the cutlery in his hands. His eyes stared at his younger version cautiously, Lars could see and feel the jealousy in the other’s eyes. “What’s it to you, anyway?” Young Lars retorted. “The both of you are lovers, and I’m your younger version. So there’s really nothing wrong with it.”

“There’s nothing wrong, yes.” The older of the two said. “I think we’re bound to be lovers sooner or later.” Lars continued eating the rest of his meal, then he looked up to stare once again right at the younger version’s eyes.

“Anyways, I have an idea, and you’ll definitely like it.”

. . .

The two Lars approached the sleeping figure on the king-sized bed. Young Lars gazed at Lee before heaving a sigh. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” “You agreed to it before. You’re horny as well.” Lars raised an eyebrow at young Lars’ bulging crotch on his pants which alerted the younger one to hide it with his hand.

“Are you sure he would be fine with this?”

“Yes, he likes it too.”

“Damn, okay.”

They undressed their clothes and threw it on the floor before getting into the bed. Both Lars have similar builds, with young Lars being slightly smaller due to his younger age. Lars immediately headed to his lover’s sleeping body and unravelled the bed cover covering him. Young Lars who sat a few centimetres away from them gasped as he saw Lee’s naked thighs, while Lars shoved up the only clothing he had on. Lee was only wearing an oversized black hoodie with nothing underneath.

Lars hissed once he saw Lee’s half naked form, but he moved himself over in between Lee’s long legs. “Come here.” Lars urged young Lars to sit beside him. “Have you fuck someone?” Before young Lars could even respond, Lars continued. “Of course you haven’t. At this age you’re still a virgin.” (Didn’t realise he insulted himself)

Lars reached out to the nightstand and opened the drawer to grab a small bottle of lube. He quickly snapped it open and coated his fingers in the lube, while young Lars was studying his actions. Lars’s hands roamed over Lee’s thighs, kneading the flesh before reaching over his ass and pulling the cheeks apart to reveal his hole. Young Lars gasped at the sight of his small, pink hole, and Lars started to bring one finger to dip inside Lee’s tight entrance.

Young Lars watched as the finger slowly entered the rim. “Hm-?” Nearly shook himself, the younger one looked over the still peacefully sleeping figure who let out a small moan. Lars could feel the insides massaging his lone finger as he watched in satisfaction as it disappeared inside the hole. The sound of the lube slowly getting louder as he thrusted his finger in and out, causing Lee to let out soft moans despite being unconscious.

“Hey.” Young Lars snapped out of his dreamy thoughts when he heard the older version of him calling him.

Grabbing one of his hands, Lars guided young Lars to hold Lee’s now stiff cock which incited a whimper from the latter. “Start stroking him.” Lars ordered, the younger one followed his orders and stroked the leaking cock slowly. Young Lars could feel his own dick start to harden. “Good. Now press on his tip with your thumb.”

As he did, young Lars’s fingers moved to the tip of Lee’s cockhead, carefully pressing on the slit, earning him a whine from the sleeping beauty which made him unconsciously squeeze around Lars’ finger. The increasing tightness of Lee’s hole around his finger was a sign that Lars has to get ready to replace it with his cock. He pulled his now wet finger out, and whistled when Lars watched how the small hole was gaped open from just his one finger.

Lars stopped his younger version from continuing his actions and readied his cock. He grabbed the bottle of lube from where he left off and poured some of them all over his cock. When he saw that Lars was going to enter Lee’s asshole with only lube, young Lars stopped him. “You’re going to enter just like that?” Lars raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?”

“What about condoms?” Young Lars blubbered. He was taught in sex education to always wear condoms with whoever he had sex with back in his school. The thought of entering someone’s private parts without more safety precautions scared him. Lars looked at the younger him for a while until he remembered. “Oh yeah, that. Don’t worry, I told him that too but Chaolan insisted for me not to use them. Anyways.”

The tip of Lars’ cock touched the rim of his lover’s hole, wetting the area around the hole with the lube on his cock and traces of precum. The hole rapidly clenched and unclenched from the impact while the sleeping beauty was still in his dream, though his cheeks were now blushed pink and both Lars could see drool coming out of Lee’s mouth. The older of the two gazed upon the younger one and grinned.

“I’ll show you how to satisfy Lee Chaolan.”

Lee was awakened from his sleep when he felt his body manhandled by a pair of large hands. His mouth leaked drool and his face flushed red. He felt his lower body was being rammed by something as pleasure builded up, his cock spewing out precum and his legs were on top of someone’s shoulders…? As his eyes fluttered to see above him, Lee realised what was happening. “Lars-? Wha- Ah!”

“Chao, focus.”

Lee’s head turned over to the sound, and beside him was his Lars, stroking his own dick that was drenched in lube and cum. “How is it? He’s doing quite well for his first time, yeah?” He thought the one who was currently fucking him was his Lars, but it was his younger version. Lee was about to speak before getting interrupted once again by young Lars’ harsh thrusts.

“Oh my god…” Lee moaned out loud. He was going crazy, his head felt dizzy and Lee thought he was drunk. His heart was racing, and he felt like he was going to combust.

Whenever young Lars slammed his cock inside Lee’s hole, his balls lightly slapped the silver-haired man’s ass. The whines and whimpers of Lee triggered the younger one to speed up, increasing the loud lewd sounds of sex in the room.

Young Lars could only groan as he felt the other’s insides tightening even more on his length, his hands gripping onto Lee’s small waist tightly, holding onto him for life. He then pressed his lips on Lee’s neck, kissing the area and then licking it, before it resulted in a hickey. Lars on the other hand held Lee’s face with his free palm and started to make out with him, mixing their saliva together.

“Move out of the way. I wanna kiss him too.” Young Lars shoved him away from Lee and kissed him on the lips gently. Lars only rolled his eyes from the disrespect, but allowed his younger version to do whatever he wanted with Lee before he had to go back.

Lee, who was already fucked stupid, can barely comprehend what was happening and let the other two do what they want with him. Lee could feel his climax nearing him, so he reached for young Lars’ nape and held onto him. “I’m close…” He let out a small whine, almost went unnoticed by the two Lars. Young Lars’ cock only went in deeper as he kept on thrusting to chase his own climax, making the man underneath him cry out in alarm.

“Right there, Lars… It feels so good…”

“Say our name.” The growl made by Lars’ voice was demanding in Lee’s ear. Lee hitched his breath.

“Lars…” Lee’s voice came out trembling, his cock spurted out cum onto his abs and chest, some painted on young Lars’ upper body as well.

Hearing the moan, young Lars couldn’t hold it anymore, thrusted one final time and finally released his cum inside Lee’s ass. Lee’s inside felt warm from both the dick and the cum and his eyes rolled back when young Lars pulled his cock out from his warmth. Lars caressed his exhausted lover’s hair and pecked his forehead.

“You did well, Chaolan.”

. . .

Lee ended up having to stay in the bed for the whole day after the rough fucking he just received from his lover and the younger version of his lover.

After he felt good enough to return to repairing the time machine, Lee took a small moment to smack both Lars on the head which earned him whines of pain. Once the machine had finally been fixed, it was time for young Lars to go back to his timeline. Before he left, young Lars bravely went to Lee and pecked him on the lips which shocked him, but Lee quickly recovered and returned the kiss. Lars who stood beside Lee could only grimace at the sight.

“Hope to see you again. If ever.” Lee smiled gently. “Hope to never see you again.” Lars bluntly spoke which earned him a glare from his younger version and a slap on his arm from his lover. Young Lars stepped into the time machine and only a few seconds passed by and he was gone.

Lee gazed back at his lover with a smile on his face, nudging his arm. “What happened to yesterday’s team up, hm?” The silver-haired man teased. Lars could only smirked and closed their distance to kiss his pink lips.

“It’s just a one time alliance, my sweet.”

#bottom lee chaolan #lars x lee #larslee #lee chaolan #lars alexandersson

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disaster-pun · 2 years ago

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Tarots with Utena, an amateuristic analysis of RGU through Tarot imagery (and fanart)

Part 1: The Lovers

Disclaimer: I highly recommend you read this after you've watched the series and while being in mood for searching all the little symbols that it contains. There are so many amazing analysis pieces floating around the internet, but all these (including mine) contain heavy heavy spoilers. Also, unrelated but i'm a bit self concious about giving you my train of thought heheh.

Some kind of prologue

I really love RGU, always coming back to it no mattter what i'm currently fixating on, to find more and more meanings, symbols, theories on this complex piece. Fanart is processing and I am processing hard right now, combining the tarots too (another favorite way of understanding the world+myself).

This analysis is based on other pieces I read online, hours of talks with fellow fans and on the intentions I set while choosing the specific tarot cards and depicting them. I used the Rider Waite deck, and I can always link some articles/blogs etc. I'm based on. The discourse online is huge! Original text was in greek but in the end here's the translation, for accessibility reasons. >.<

The Lovers

Utena and Anthy are the perfect Lovers. Often, they are compared to Gemini, two sides of the same coin, complementary to each other. The Lovers is the card of Gemini.

Talking about the imagery of the card itself, on the first level we have our main characters: Utena (Adam), Anthy (Eve) and the Prince (Angel). The three of them are all linked.

Canonically, Utena is taller than Anthy, though here they seem about the same height. Both of them are wearing their dueling outfits, at the time that Utena is about to fight for Anthy's hand once again (even though she doesn't really understand that her driving force is love, she's oblivious after all, a pink brick etc etc).

Utena, even though seemingly ready to fight, looks a bit lost in her feelings, looking for the receiver of her love. Her eyes on Anthy, sword in hand loosely, the white rose to signify her pure heart and nobility. She's not sad, just a bit disoriented. What to do when suddenly you are to fill the shoes of a Prince, a (Clueless) Hero? How all these could make easily sense through her poor girlhood? Her only way through, is coming closer to her supposed lover. A wind blow makes the rose petals travel to Anthy.

On the other hand, Anthy, despite being in the archetypical position of receiving and giving back love and care, has her eyes somewhere else. She remains a mirror for Utena's love, (actually a mirror for each character's feelings, but more on that on other cards probably). Right now we don't know a lot about her. After all, the Lovers is No6 in the tarot, chronologically it is very early for us to know, we can only feel and observe for now. She knows so much more and in this card she's daring to give us a glimpse. while looking at that higher power, the Angel. They are similar in some ways.

The Angel over their head, is no other than the Prince. Dios gives the kiss of power to Utena, almost everytime she's duelling for her love. The power to revolutionize the world. In the card, he's dressed exactly as the Angel depicted in the Rider Waite, not only keeping similar color scheme, but holding his whole role of the entity that protects, supports and blesses. The enigma of his identity stays strong in that way, the light against darkness.

The light of the Αngel, helps us give a better look at the surroundings of our card: Eden is truly real, we see it especially in the first episodes of the series, the calming colours of Ohtori Academy, the green grass, the blue skies without clouds, the classical buildings of the Academy. Blissful! We see in the distance the Academy itself, the bridge, the buildings the phallic tower. Our lovers are standing far away from this institution, they don't need the phallic imagery, everything is real but not here yet, (does this feel menacing?)

In Rider Waite, we see that behind Eve we have the tree with the snake, and behind Adam a tree with flame-like fruits, a symbol of his passion and longing for her. In the RGU universe, the rose is the symbol of love. Before the duels, the transformation sequence of Anthy features a rose tree in different stages of growth, symbolizing the way our character'S feelings grow for the other one (for silly Utena!). We have the tree growing through Anthy's school uniform, then having rosebuds which bloom into beautiful roses, a whole garden of them. We realise that Anthy was fully aware of her feelings since early in the series, unlike someone else <.<

Back to our card, I really wanted to play with the sense of time here, in order to shed some light to Anthy's concerns about all this situation, trying to resolve the enigma of her character. So I decided to show her emotional progression going slower than Utena's, resulting the paradox of having an Anthy of the past, having her first feels for Utena, unable yet to take her eyes away from the holy figure. At the same time Utena of the future, with a fully fledged love and desire, is reaching for her loved one, to bring her to the present (again the rose petals).

The card's space is limited and our characters are trapped in it, tragically unaware of their figurine-like self, even our so-called angel. Their feelings though, are limitless.

(Yayyy that's it for now! I don't believe this will reach many people, if you are reading this you are someone special/close to me, or arrived here by accident nothing in between for now, welcome)

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bambikisss · 2 years ago

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XOX, Cupid { PART 1 }

JACKSON WANG X PERFORMER!READER

-> In which you and Jackson decide to show expose your relationship during a duet performance in head in the clouds with Jackson.

A/N: This will be a two-part imagine, your stage name is Cupid btw

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sexy time, slight spit play, ass slapping (heh)

PART ONE - ONE DAY BEFORE HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

"Headling our Head In the Cloud's concert is Cupid!"

Social media buzzed when the 88 Rising's Twitter news came out. You had been on a slight hiatus due to an injury but you had just gotten the green light to perform again.

What better stage than this one?

You laid back on your bed as the positive comments flooded your screen as you scrolled, a smile coming onto your face. Your fans were always so loving and sometimes when you felt sad you would go on Instagram live just to talk to them.

Before you could click on a video posted by a fan of their reaction to the announcement, Jackson called to facetime you, making you jump and almost drop the phone.

He always seemed to scare you when he called you.

You accepted his facetime call, placing your hand on your heart as you yelled at him for scaring you, your boyfriend of 4 years laughing from the other side. "I'm sorry baby. Should I text you a warning everytime before I call you?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he watched you pout, rolling your eyes before smiling back at him. "I heard about you headlining Head in the Clouds. Congratulations baby." You placed the phone down onto the nightstand as you fell back against the bed again, sighing against the cold sheets. "I'm actually a bit nervous. I just want to perform well, you know? This is the first time I'll be seen performing since my injury." Even though you had only rolled your ankle, it seemed like everyone in the world thought that you had died. To make matters worst, you had then caught covid so your return was pushed back. You often wondered if the fans would still be as loud as when you had your last concert, or if they would be as happy to see you as you were to see them. It was all you could think about when you rehearsed or even just laid in your bed. Jackson would sometimes help, though, even though he was often someone far away from you. He'd facetime call you frequently and watch your dance rehearsals, providing pointers and feedback as if he was an audience member. You trusted him to tell you when your performance looked sloppy. He was your right-hand man- your lover.

Speaking of your lover, he was silent making you sit up, laughing softly as he had his eyes trained on your legs that were in perfect view of the camera. He had always had a thing for your legs, especially your thighs as you had a small pink heart tattoo on both of them that he loved to kiss and bite while he teased you. He thought you were a goddess that came down to earth just to drive him crazy. You cleared your throat, flipping yourself so you were facing him, your head resting on your hands as you raised an eyebrow to your man, who rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks heating up from being caught checking your legs out. "I was listening I swear," he promised, holding his hands up in defense. You laughed, telling him it was alright and that you loved it when he only looked at you. He mirrored you on his hotel bed, a smile on his lips as he admired you, the two of you just staring at one another in silence before you broke the comfortable silence as you remembered something. "My stylist sent over one of my performance outfits and I have to try it on. Do you wanna see?" His eyes lit up, ushering for you to go and quickly change into it. He was excited to not only see more of your beautiful body but to see you get excited when you put it on.

You ripped open the package marked with the number one, gasping as the soft pink outfit fell from the bag. You placed it onto the bed, forgetting Jackson was still on the phone with you as you stripped down to nothing but your underwear, giggling when you heard Jackson sigh dreamily from staring at your backside. You put the dress on, turning to face Jackson as you looked up into the mirror you had on your dresser near the bed, your eyes widening as you jumped up and down, giggling happily. When you asked for Jackson's input, he smiled before looking you up and down carefully again, making your cheeks feel hot under his gaze. "I love it but I'd wear some safety shorts with it if you have choreography in your first set." You nodded, shaking your hips as you watched the skirt move, understanding what he meant. "I mean, or you can just leave the dress for when I see you during the festival and we can put it to good use later that night." You raised an eyebrow as you met Jackson's gaze, his eyes trained on your legs. You knew there was no point in redirecting his eyes, your hands teasingly pulling up the sides of the skirt, Jackson's breath hitching as he watched more skin slowly get more exposed before his manager knocked on his bedroom door, halting you from moving up anymore making him groan. "I'll let you go deal with that, baby" you smiled, leaning down to blow a kiss to your boyfriend, making him roll his eyes before blowing a kiss back, waving as he said goodbye before ending the call.

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''Again''

You sighed as you retied your shoes, sighing as the hot California sun beat down on you and your dancer. You had been through all three sets and even had gone through all of the outfit changes but your performance manager thought it didn't look good enough. Besides Jackson's opinions, you trusted his as well. You stood up, sighing as you fixed your mic pack before walking back with your dancers to the performance starting point, breathing heavily. "Wait!" You turned to see Jackson running with a water bottle in his hand to you, making you smile. Your performance manager sighed as he called a water break, letting your dancers walk off to grab their own waters as you kissed Jackson's cheek as a thank you for saving you from dancing for the tenth time. He kept his arm around you as you drank, walking with you around the stage as he critiqued your past performances in the rehearsal, nodding along. "I do have one more critic about the outfits though," you turned to face him, Jackson's hands moving to your waist as he pulled you close, his lips moving to hover over your ear as he spoke. "That first pink looks too good for a performance." You raised an eyebrow, your hands resting on his shoulders as you asked what he meant, being met with a dark chuckle. "I wanna fuck you in that dress, baby." Your eyes widened as you stepped back to hit his chest, Jackson winking as he laughed, walking back with you to the main stage to meet with your dancers, his eyes staring at your body as you walked up to meet them. You handed him the water bottle, ushering him off the stage as your introduction music started back up, showing that rehearsals were back on.

You did make sure the last run-through to apply Jackson's comments, being met with a hug and kiss from him as soon as you got off of the stage, his hand dangerously close to your ass as he kissed your cheek, leading you back to your dressing room, which was down the hall from his. As you reached for your door to change, he stopped you. He would usually push you into the as soon as you clicked the door open to watch you change and maybe eat you out, but he had to do his own rehearsal so he held back. He held up a black card, handing it to you as he smiled at you, winking before he walked off with his dancers, leaving you not only confused but slightly horny as you were looking forward to being eaten due to the looks he gave you when he watched you perform and the way his voice had deepened. You looked down at the card, noticing it was a keycard holder with a small note on it. "I've taken the pleasure of booking our hotel room for us. The minute I come in that room, we're eating dinner, then I'm eating you out baby. Have fun while I'm gone and relax~"

You smiled as you gathered your things and went to the hotel, taking a shower and then changed into a robe. You had just sat down to do your makeup when he arrived. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, groaning at the scent of the body wash you used. His hands moved up and down your arms as his lips moved down your cheek to your neck, his gaze moving to the mirror as he watched you throw your head back as he sucked and kissed on your sweet spot, his gaze darkening as he gripped your arms, your soft groan becoming music to his ears as he kissed back to your cheek, pulling himself away as he walked to grab his suit and underwear, winking at you as he made his way into the bathroom. You giggled softly, enjoying the lingering scent that Jackson left on the robe as you finished your hair and makeup, then changed into Jackson's favorite black dress, smiling as you put your robe back on. You finished putting the finishing touches on your look when Jackson emerged from the bathroom, his black suit making you want to rip it off of him and just let him have his way with you all night, but you held back. Jackson walked over to help the room service men bring in the dinner he ordered, tipping them extra to place a "do not disturb" sign on the door before closing the door. You stood up to go through the food items he ordered, turning when Jackson cleared his throat. He had connected his phone to the room's speaker and played some romantic music as he dimmed the lights slightly, his gaze moving over your body. You mirrored his smile, your eyes filled with love as he made his way over to you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, kissing you with so much love. No matter how much lust was in the room, he always made sure to show you how much he loved you. He would have you dress up at your shared home to just eat dinner with you or take you out to restaurants, reserving a private room so it would just be you two and shower you with gifts and roses. He would do little things too, like writing songs just for you, singing them to you whenever you felt sad, or just making breakfast for you before he left for the studio. It was his main goal to show you how much he loved you and in return, you gave him all of you.

"So, are you really going to enjoy our dinner in a bathrobe?" Jackson asked, kissing the bridge of your nose as you giggled, pushing him back slightly so he could watch you slowly remove the robe to show the dress. His eyes widened as he stared at the dress he had bought you and deemed it his favorite dress for you to wear, which you both only reserved for special nights.

"For my magic man," you smiled softly, Jackson holding your hand as he pulled you close, kissing you softly as his hands moved down your body slowly, his forehead moving to rest against yours. "For my Cupid."He whispered, his lips moving to kiss yours again as his hands made contact with your ass, moving to squeeze it in his hands as the kiss turned sloppy, Jackson and you obviously forgetting about the dinner that was hot and ready for the two of you. His lips moved down to kiss and bite along your neck as he picked you up, taking you over to the large bed, your back hitting the sheets as he left marks moving along your neck. You arched up to meet his chest, your hands moving into his hair as you licked your lips, gasping as he bit down on your neck, his name escaping your lips breathlessly. "Yes baby, say my name just like that." he groaned, biting down again as you breathlessly said his name, closing your eyes as he quickly pressed his lips against yours again, your tongues moving together. You both reached for each other's clothes, craving to touch one another as you both carelessly ripped off the clothing, tossing it to land on the floor as you both continued to moan and groan into each other's mouths. He bit your bottom lip, ushering you to move up to the headboard as he followed behind you. As your upper back rested against the headboard, Jackson's lips pounced back onto yours, much slower and loving this time as one of his hands moved to carefully separate your legs apart, his finger moving up and down your wet slit making Jackson groan and you sigh into the kiss. "Love my baby so much. Let's me do whatever I want to her because I love her." it sounded like he wasn't speaking to you, kissing down your body as his finger gathered your wetness. He was so drunk off of you, only having one thing on his mind in the moment. "Gonna make my baby cum so hard for me. Gonna make her feel so loved because I love her. Because she's my cupid. My baby," he groaned against your thigh, kissing your pink heart tattoo before bitting and licking slowly as he moved down your leg, placing your legs onto his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach, his tongue immediately diving into you. He groaned at your taste as he licked and sucked, your back arching as you moaned loudly, your hands moving to grab his hair, your hips trying to move against his tongue but his hand pressed you down, your lover moving faster as the lewd sounds of him licking your pussy filled the room. He looked up at you to meet your eyes, his free hand moving to gently grip your jaw to make you look down at him as he began to fuck you with his tongue, his grip on your cheek getting tighter if you tried to look away. He loved having you watch him when he did anything to your body, rutting his hips into the sheets as he watched every eye roll, every groan, every curse word leave your beautiful body.

"Fuck baby. Hold on," Jackson moved to switch the two of you, having you get onto his face as his hands gripped your hips to have you immediately ride and move against his tongue. You gripped the headboard as you moved with his instruction, tossing your head back and then forward as you met his eyes again. "Fuck baby, don't stop, please, so fuking close" you moaned incoherently, babbling as you felt yourself approach your much-wanted organism, Jackson moving faster as he told you to cum on him, his hands moving to slap and grip your ass, ushering you to cum all over his lips and bottom half of his face. You were glad your hotel room wasn't around anyone else as you screamed his name, your hips and legs shaking around his head as you came, your hands gripping his hair to keep him against you as you rode out your organism, whining as he picked you up, carefully laying you down against the pillows as he kissed around your body, waiting for you to calm down. You felt like you could fall asleep happy and satisfied until you saw Jackson rest both of his hands on the headboard above you, watching as your chest rose and fell, your eyes training to look first at the wet lower half of his face, then trailed down to look at his hard cock, which was covered in precum. Noticing that you've calmed down, he leaned down to connect your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, one hand moving to pump himself a few times before he angled himself to push into you, using your wetness to wet his dick.

"You taste that, princess? Guess who made this mess on my fucking face with her good fucking pussy?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he pushed the tip in, smirking as you wiggled around, begging for him to move in you, only for him to press you down, keeping you still. "Guess who's going to make another mess on my fat dick? You are." He shook his head as he moved both hands back up to the headboard, looking down at you as he motioned for you to open your mouth, Jackson gathering spit in his mouth before spitting down into your mouth and then telling you to close your mouth. "Naughty girl."

He pushed in before you could say anything else, your back arching as he fully sheathed himself in you, groaning as you tightened around him. You dug your nails into his back as he moved his hips pounding into you, groaning as you moaned loudly, opening your legs more so he could move in deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your nails digging down his back as the sound of your moans and the sound of him pounding into you filled the room. Jackson watched you as he rolled his hips, grabbing your breasts as he watched you become breathless, leaning down to lick and suck on the neglected nipple, switching to the other one as you moaned, one hand moving to his hair as he pulled out, flipping you over to have you move to your hands and knees. He came closer, his hand moving to put your hair into a ponytail, Jackson rubbing his dick up and down your slit before pushing back in roughly, Jackson throwing his head back as he groaned, kissing along your back as you moved your ass backward to meet his hips, your hands moving to grip the sheets as he looked down to watch, spitting onto your ass cheek before she slapped it. "There we go, baby. Ride my dick for my cum. Throw it back, baby." His hands gripped harder on your hair, your moans becoming louder as you leaned your body down so your ass was up, your eyes meeting Jackson's as you turned your head back to make eye contact with him, your face contouring as you felt your end rushing closer, Jackson reading your face as he pulled you up with your hair so your back met his chest, his hand moving to your throat as he licked and kissed your neck. "Cum, princess, cum all over my fat fucking dick so I can fill you up with mine,"he groaned into your ear, one of his hands sneaking down to play with your clit as you came, your nails digging into his lower back as you toss your head back, his lips moving to bite and suck on your more exposed neck. He held your limp body as he moved faster, letting your body fall forward to rest against the pillows as his hips moved faster, his eyes trained on your ass as he began mumbling to himself, obviously near his own organism as he groaned. "Gonna fill up my baby so good. Let me fill you up and show you how much I love you," he licked his lips, his hips studdering as he came, his hands coming into contact to smack and grip your ass.

He rest his hands on your ass, catching his breath as he looked down at you, kissing along your shoulders and down your back, massaging you as he ran his hands up and down your body, kissing your cheek. You rolled over as he pulled out, your arms wrapping around his neck as you brought him down for a kiss, running your hands through his hair as he calmed down, laying his body down next to yours. "How you feeling, baby?" you asked him, gigging as you flipped over to kiss his cheek repeatedly, Jackson smiling as his fingers moved up and down your spine. "Amazing. I missed that baby." he whispered, kissing you softly before he got out of the bed, moving to go grab a towel to clean you up, then handed you one of his shirts to put on as he put on his underwear. He held out his hand to her, leading you to the table as he uncovered the food, which thankfully wasn't too cold. He handed you the sushi as he went to heat up the rest of the food, you eating happily. He joined you soon after, holding your hand as he ate, smiling softly. "I'm excited to see you perform tomorrow. You actually go on after me, so I'll make sure to stand on standby to watch my cupid tear up the stage." You winked at him, Jackson moving his chair closer to yours as he took one of the sushi off your plate. "I just hope everything goes well tomorrow. This is my first time performing again." you felt some worry fill you up again as he rubbed your arm, offering some kind words. "I know it's scary but think about everyone who is ready to see you. Think of all of those fans who waited so long to see you perform and now they can," He kissed your hand as he pulled you close to his body, letting you rest on his shoulder. "If anything, think about me. I'll be cheering you on," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. You nodded as you relished in his body warmth, feeling all of the anxiety fade away.

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"We have a major problem!"

You turned around with your dancer, anxiety shooting through your body as your manager rushed over to you, Jackson following.

"Your duet partner that was supposed to sing with you during the third and final set isn't coming."

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digital1yn · 2 years ago

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The perfect date

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characters : Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader

desc : a romantic date with your boyfriend.

cw : fluff

m a s t e r l i s t

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7 : 0 0 pm. An hour before he gets here. Sighing, as you step out of the shower, you quickly wrapped yourself in a towel and hurried to your closet to look for an appropriate outfit for the autumn weather. Feeling slightly overwhelmed because you don't know whether to dress up or dress down. Luca decided to keep this date a surprise from you, so who knows was this man can be planning.

Settling for something more on the fashionable side. Knowing Luca, he could have something expensive in mind. You took one last look in the mirror and nodded to yourself. Looking at the time, Luca should be coming right about now. You headed to the shoe rack to pick out a pair of dressy shoes to add a bit more to your fit. Just as you finished putting them on you hear a ding from your phone. Smiling to yourself, you were excited to finally spend some time with your lover.

After heading down a flight of stairs, the sound of his motorcycle filled your ears. He seemed to be busy on his phone but as your footsteps got louder he looked up. “Hey!” Luca smiled brightly. Hearing his voice was lovely. “Hey, did you wait long?” You asked grabbing the helmet he was handing you. “Mm, maybe like 5-ish minutes. Happy anniversary, love.” He chucked

“I’m glad you remembered. Happy anniversary, boss.” you smiled leaning in for a peck on the lips. You quickly pulled away and wore the helmet. Luca Laughed loudly after seeing how cute you are with a big bobbly head.

You quickly hopped on the back and asked, “Mind telling me where you’re taking me?” Luca looked up at the sky for a few seconds before replying. “I could… but that would ruin the surprise dummy.” He said, shaking his head a bit. “Alright, make sure to hold on tight. I know you missed me so it shouldn’t be too hard for you.” He chuckled.

Slightly smacking him on the back, “You’re one to talk. I bet you 20 for everytime tonight you’ll be grabbing my hips hmm?” You said snuggling into his back. He smiled at the feeling. No matter how many dates you guys have been on, the feeling of being with you really sparked something in him. “Watch, I am no simp.” He said straightening his posture. You felt the motorcycle move along with the loud muffler, your grip became tighter.

The night breeze felt so good on your skin. A slight prickle of goosebumps appeared as you and Luca rode through the streets. Raising your head from his back, The city looked so beautiful. The city danced with twinkling lights as you guys drove faster and faster approaching the freeway. Going over a bump, Luca swerved a bit and you closed your eye shut and your grip got tighter.

Feeling the motorcycle come to a stop, you quickly woke up. Of course you didn’t actually sleep but you did close your eye and zoned out. “Alright babe, we’re here!” Luca announced as he hopped off the bike and held his hand out for you. As you grabbed his hand, you setted the helmet down here you sat. “Our date is on a parking lot? Mm kinda expected more.” You said looking around seeing a few of the most expensive cars to name.

“Close your eyes, love.” Luca said standing behind you. Closes your eyes and sighing, Luca held onto your hips and guided you to wherever this date actually was. It was dark and silent. The sounds of sharp clinging ringed your ears. “Luca, I swear to god if you are going to kill me. I haunt you and make sure the pringle company discontinues.” You said gripping his hand tighter. “Relax, relax, you’re not in danger.” He bent down to your ear and whispered, “I will never let anything happen to you.”

One last sigh, you smile and turned to where you think Luca was and leaned for a kiss. A quick kiss turned into a small make out. Soon, remembering that there could be people you stopped and looked down. “A few more steps and we can get settled at out table.” Luca said hushly gripping your waist once again. Smiling at yourself you nodded.

Finally sitting down, you felt cozy. “Oh, I almost forgot… you can open your eyes now.” Luca laugh loudly looking at you. Opening your eyes you looked around the place. A dim candle lit room. Body guards at the door. Expensive wine. Leather seating. Rose petals scatted. A personal chef. "Oh my god" You thought out loud.

“Luca…” You said looking at a smug mafia. “I know, I know. But I wanted to do something special today.” Luca said taking a seat infront of you. “Order anything or everything. Tonight is about us and us only.” He said handling you a menu. You looked at the meals and the prices. Your eyes widen. Surely he was crazy, a piece of meat that cost more then your will to live!

“Hey, don’t worry. I promise you, order anything.” You looked up to see his heartfelt expression. You nodded and order what your heart desired.

Timeskip bc I don’t know that people talk about on dates -

Into your second bottle of wine, you smiled warmly at the man eating infront of you. He looked back at you smiling as well. You looked at his lips and notice a bit of steak sauce near his lip and chuckled. Reaching across the table with a napkin in your hand, you wiped the corner of his lip. “Did you know our very first date, you did the same thing.” Luca commented. “What would I do without you?”

You both laugh and started talking about how caring and almost motherly towards Luca. He explained how much he appreciated that he was able to date someone who was strong enough to take care of themselves and him while at it. Finishing dinner, you and Luca thank the chef for a spended meal and started heading out.

As you both entered an elevator and instead of going down, it started moving up. “Luca? Where are we going?” You felt his hands slide your sides and then wrapped his arms around you. “Are you ready for the second half of your surprise?” He said kissing the top of your head. “Close your eyes again for me, yeah?” He said in a hush voice.

The doors opened and revealed the top of the roof with a gorgeous view of the skyline. Luca used is body weight to signal you to walk forward. The same breeze from the ride crept up your skin once more. The city filled your ears once more. Yet the warmth of your lover made you feel safe and serene.

You both came to a stop, and Luca moved away from you. You stood there awkwardly. Unsure what will happened you called out for Luca. “Luca…? Luca?” Nothing. “Luca? Are you still here?” Nothing. You waited for Luca hoping that he would say something soon. He cleared his voice, “Alright… on a count of 3 you can open your eyes.” You sighed out of relief.

“1…” He grabbed your hand.

“2…” He lifted your ring finger.

“3…” He slipped something on.

You opened your eyes are the feeling, widening them as you saw the view in front of you. Luca kneeling in front of you, holding your hand, smiling wide. “Y/N Y/L… will you make me the happiest mean and evil mafia in this world, and marry me?” He said as he made eye contact with you. The sight of him to you made you speechless. You looked into his eyes, feeling and looking dazed.

“Yes. Luca, I would love to marry you.” Your voice wavered, tears threatening to spill through your eyes. Luca stood up quickly and cupped your face and leaned for a kiss. You happily kissed back and melted into his hold. In this moment, you felt blessed. It was just you and him. The city noises were blurred out from how much excitement you felt.

Pulling away, Luca rested his forehead on yours. “I love you so much.” He huffed and settled his hands on your hips. “I love that I can call you mine forever.” He looked at your face and wiped the tears that fell from your beautiful eyes. Cuffing your face once more, he saw how happy you looked. “Luca, I can’t explain how I am feeling right now. Thank you so much for being in my life, I love you so much.” You said as you kissed him again.

The both of you spent sometime looking at the city and chatting about the future and such. Feeling flustered, it hasn’t truly processed that you are engaged. Yearning for some warmth, Luca gave you his coat as you both head back to the elevator.

Stepping in, you cleared your throat. “You know, not only am I taking your last name, but I’ll also will be taking that 80 dollars now.” You smirked, snuggling into his coat. You looked up to see a confused mafia, unaware that he is simp.

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10;00 ; I hope you guys enjoyed this ! My new obsession with Luca is growing everyday and I can't help it. I wrote this for a moot after we fantasized abt going on a date with luca lol. Ty for reading <3

lynnie.

#luxiem #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader

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wh0lemilk0vich · 2 years ago

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ik you prefer chubby eddie over chubby steve, but consider! this is basically me rambling about self-image but then it goes gremlin (i love thighs), bit of praise kink too

steve isn’t so obsessed with high school image and his reputation anymore. we see in season 3 him talking to dustin and making a couple of weird comments about weight, also the whole thing about being friends with a band kid and a bunch of dnd nerds

i thibk once he lets go of that, i mean he’s dating eddie munson he’s gonna have to change his thoughts on self image and shit, he probs gains a little weight bcus 1. he’s trying not to care about how other people think of him anymore 2. no more swim team and basketball 3. he’s getting looked after <3

and he’s not insecure really he’s just very confused and that makes him frustrated like. ?? never once has he been a tubby guy, he’s always been the skinny athletic type and obsessed with his image.

“?? i dont get it. where did this come from????” one hand gripping his belly shaking it, “what’s going on? and i sick or something?? eddie?” almost frantically calling out for his boyfriend without his eyes leaving the mirror “babe it’s just a bit of pudge, circumstances have changed. no one’s sick, alright?” smooch. no need for reassurance bcus steve knows he’s hot shit

but it also is the 80s and ofc fatphobia is a thing so maybe he struggles a bit, especially since he was that traditional jock with abs who teased anyone that was remotely different to “skinny”, so it might take him a bit so get used to

but he doesn’t mind it, thinks about how strong hopper was w his body before the russia stuff and how eddie and his friends love him, so shit what else does he need? he’s comfortable, eddie seems to really like the extra weight, and he doesn’t worry about what other ppl think anymore

eddie is also a tactile lover, adores holding onto steve and gently squeezing him, especially his muffin top and love handles. eddie definitely tells steve all the time how much he loves him and his body, boy is non stop

eddie gets a bit bolder after a while of steve getting used to his new-ish figure “look at this baby, so fucking soft” gripping steve’s stomach while he fucks him, steve only being able to moan in response so deep into subspace (steve is a sub no questions asked), feebly attempting to string together a sentence something along the lines of “all for you baby”. also hc that eddie is obsessed with thighs bcus i’m projecting lol, “you could suffocate me with these christ stevie, you have no idea what you do to me, so so good for me baby boy, look at you: perfect” steve nodding head thrown back a deep guttural whine escaping him from being praised like that. maybe at some point eddie is sucking steve off, steve lying on the bed his back arched and just fucking squeezes his thighs on eddie’s head. only briefly to check if eddie really liked it but FUCCKKK eddie’s just like “dothatagaindothatagainohmyFUCKINGGOD”. like steve is beefy, mans was swimming team captain and basketball dude, the extra pudge doesn’t stop that. so there’s this creamy soft dough being pressed with the strength of an athletic 20 year old in his prime like hooooooly shit

anyway eddie loves it and now everytime he sucks steve off he needs needs neeeds to be squished by steve’s thighs. i mean we saw them peek out of the shorts in s3 babes has got meaty thighs . eddie nuzzling up to stevie in bed, one hand stroking steve’s hair the other gently gripping his thigh. steve driving, eddie always has a hand squeezing his thigh. lying down together is either a face smushed up in his crotch between his thighs kneading the fat gently.

and eddie def loves the belly i mean who doesn’t!! i dont reeeeally see steve and eddie being into the deliberate gaining scene, like this just happened to steve and that’s that. but. however!! steve has definitely got an appetite from being a student athlete, and eats big portions. not much of a snacker but loads his plate up always, and usually goes for seconds or thirds. queue eddie giving belly rubs to steve who never knew how fucking good it feels. again not deliberate gaining, but still gaining

hmm eddie also has those handcuffs. chubby steve writhing in the cuffs, restrained to the bed. begging for eddie to touch him but he says no bcus steve wasn’t well behaved that day, he let girls flirt with him at family video. thinking of his fat belly all on display, creamy milky thighs shaking. of course this is all consensual, whole way through using trafic light system. steve is panting bucking his hips, if eddie can just get down there for a sec steve can use his trick and get eddie to do whatever he likes…

eddie bobs down to tease steve when he squeezes him with his thighs. this sets eddie off because ok yeah fine fine i’ll give you the most tantalising, toe curling, back arching, sensual blow job if you squeeze my head a lil bit with ur thighs

Oooh i do love this! I just really like Eddie haha so I like to project onto him and have him be a pretty soft boy, but I really love contrast so this still absolutely works for me 🥵

I see Eddie as like a pansexual nympho boy who's mad for Stevie and like i think the comfort weight gain just sweetens the deal. Like of course Steve has always been pretty, all toned muscle, slutty tiny waist, and all the pretty moles and freckles and his soft hair and lips. But now, Eddie's fucking wrecked like can't get Steve out of his mind because he's a sucker for a fat-bottomed, bottom heavy boy. Like fuck Steve would look so good, carrying it low in his belly, wide hips, wide thighs, big butt, giving Pixar mom vibes.

"Hey Edds, do these make my butt look big?" Steve eyeing himself in the mirror, trying to adjust and pull at his jeans or chinos.

"Hell yeah! Jeez, Stevie, how'd you get these up. They look painted on" and he spins Steve to look at him, he smacks his hands to each cheek and feels him up, pressing and grinding himself against Steve's front so he can feel how turned on he is.

Eddie takes to not exactly fucking Steve traditionally. He'll ride one of his thighs, or grind against his soft belly, or frot between his cheeks. OR fuck grab his hips and fuck his thighs, and Steve can feel Eddie's cock* dragging against his own as he uses his thighs. And quickly Eddie gets taken over by desire and he stars going harder and faster and grunting and whining in Steve's ear about how beautiful he is and his arms wrap tight around his middle, or grabbing one of his pretty pert newly budding tits.

But when he sees Steve in his hoochie daddy shorts and he sees those thighs spread out, constantly kissing, his mouth goes dry and he just wants them to be his earmuffs.

And fuck yesssss cuffing his hands above his head so he has Steve's body in front of him to teasingly worship.

Eddie stays fully clothed because this is about Steve and he leans in really close kissing up the column of his neck, nibbling at the barest hint of softness under his chin, nuzzling his nose into his downy soft cheek. And he snakes a hand into Steve's boxers, toying with him, getting him hard.

"Do those little sluts you flirt with at family video know what a good little whore you are for me?" It's said so lovingly with a hint of menace and growl. "Are you going to show me how good you can be. I don't want you to cum until I tell you you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir/daddy/Eddie! 🥵🥵"

"good boy/girl/princess"

And then he starts kissing down Steve's front, sucking and tweaking his nipples. Kissing down past his belly button, biting at the soft jiggly lip that's turned into a fully roll having lost its fight with gravity, leveling up from when it was just a little pot, a soft covering over his abs. He roughly tugs Steve's boxers off leaving him completely vulnerable and naked and grabbing him at the base he slowly lowers his head, swallowing Steve down and he just feels Eddie's mane pooling around him.

Eddie can't hold himself back for long though, so he hefts Steve's legs and thighs over his shoulders and really starts going for it, wet and sloppy and like wrapping his arms around Steve's thighs to get him to press them like walls of plush around him, or grabs onto his ass for leverage. And he pulls off with a pop, panting and chuckling dazedly. He turns his head and kisses and bites into soft thigh flesh and he strokes Steve telling him to cum for him baby. it's ok he's got him. And just watching blissed out and carnal as Steves body quakes under him. Soft and filled out because of the love he put into Steve (gotta satisfy a little breeding kink).

God that would be so good

*asterisk because I feel like Eddie has a big ol' donkey dick that you wouldn't expect

#steddie #chubby steve harrington #chaser eddie munson #two thigh combo

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whirlybirbs · 4 years ago

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( this chapter’s gif by @august-walker from this beautiful set ! )

✪ — VACANT MIRRORS ; B.B. | 4/?

summary: you formulate a plan, meet steve rogers, and bucky goes on a date.

pairing: bucky barnes / f!reader

tags: set before & during tfatws, friends to lovers, therapy positive, trauma healing techniques, ptsd mentions, the normalization of anxiety disorders, and a good ol’ slow burn

word count: 6.8k, mother of pearl

a/n: this ended up being mostly a filler with a lot of romantic growth - i had to break this chapter up from the unce unce unce clubbing that coming up, so please enjoy!

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MOSCOW, 1975.

In all the years that James Buchanan Barnes has had a heartbeat, he’d come to know the sounds of grief well.

War taught him a lot of things — that they were all just little boys playing with guns, and that no matter how many times you thought you’d be ready for the vomit-inducing pungency of violence, you never were. In the end, you’d do anything to save yourself; you’d crawl through the thick of death and debris a million times over if only to cling to the shredded tatters of your own humanity.

You would kill someone else’s son for the sake of your own mother.

War was disease that devoured every part of you — it was gunpowder snuff and carved flesh. That sickness — inky and desperate — had sunk deep into this heart during the war, and it crescendoed to the sounds of mothers clutching dead sons. The sounds that followed death were like a hollow opera. Waning and wailing.

In the raucous wake left by warborn grief, Bucky drowned everytime.

To the Winter Soldier, the operatic quality to the sounds of grief were as insignificant as a child’s rhyme.

He did not drown. No, he waded through the waves, comfortable in the cold and unphased by the stinging cut of loss. That was not something he could comprehend. After all, there were orders and there were targets, and everything in between was absolute.

He was the disease that devoured all.

He’s holding a gun to Andrei Kuznetzov’s head in a dining room with ornate trim — with silverware as delicate as scalpels that tinker against fine china. The carpets are red, the curtains are red, there’s blood on the table cloth. The guests continue to eat. Kuznetzov’s wife is screaming, red nails dug so deep into the dining chair’s arms it’s carving out the fabric. War dogs, like him, keep her rooted in her seat, and her tears find polished boots. She’s begging and bartering but the man with Kuznetzov’s life in his hands is not listening. He is eating his veal, bloodied meat dancing between his lips. He takes a sip of wine as his medal emblazoned chest glimmers in the light of crystalline chandaliers.

The spoils of war.

His smile is stained red.

There is no deal to be made.

The Winter Soldier pulls the trigger.

NOW.

His eyes are open.

Panic is the first emotion he feels, and it seizes him up quickly in its grasp. He doesn’t know this view, he doesn’t know where he is, not again, not again, not again —

Then:

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. Did you know you snore?”

The relief that the sound of your voice brings is immediate, and just like that he remembers. He’s laying on the bed. You’re sat up across from him at that small desk in the corner. He reaches as he rubs his face to thumb the edge of the pillowcase. He exhales tightly.

He’s fine. His name is James Buchanan Barnes. He is not longer the Winter Soldier. He’s in his Brooklyn apartment. He is fine.

When’s the last fucking time he’s slept in a bed?

He sits up, scratching his neck as he does. You lean back, half rotated in the desk. Before you is a mess of papers and his laptop — and on top of the keyboard sits his notebook. It’s open to the page where all he’d been able to figure out about Innessa was scrawled in his chicken scratch.

Bucky swings his legs over the edge of the bed and immediately his back complains.

“How long was I out?” he asks, voice hoarse with sleep. He moves to part the curtains. The room blooms with warm morning light.

You offer an apologetic smile into the vanilla sunshine. “Three hours. I wanted you to get some shut eye. You were starting to look a little overwhelmed last night—”

“You click too fast,” he waves, standing and immediately rolling his neck to the side. You watch as the man, before as peaceful as a sleeping pup, now regains his usual thinning veiled level of threat. Bucky is dangerous — it shows in the way he holds himself. He cracks his neck, rolls his shoulders, and groans. He exhales again, posture sagging a bit, “I couldn’t keep up.”

You’re standing now, socks padding against the hardwood as you eye his cowlick with a budding bloom of affection. With his notebook between your index and middle finger, you offer it out. You cling to your empty coffee cup in the other.

“I didn’t peek,” you say warmly, “Pinky promise.”

His laugh is more like a hot puff of air. Bucky manages a look that feels like an emotional dethaw.

“Thank you.”

You lead the way to the kitchen, stretching your own back as you go. You’d been up all night — this is your third trip out here for yet another cup of coffee. The pot has been on for too long, though, and you know the coffee sitting there is beyond bitter. You’re moving to dump it down the sink when Bucky grumbles.

“Don’t.”

“You want it?”

“No,” he mutters, reaching for a mug, “But I don’t want to waste it.”

“Wow,” you chirp, “The Great Depression just jumped out.”

“Yeah,” he snorts, yanking open the fridge to search for something to eat, “It does that.”

“Well, grandpa,” you hand him the steaming cup and set out to make another pot, “You’re also living on Depression Era rations — might I suggest some Dolly’s? Because I’m starving and I’ve been up all night and I think that means I get to decide where we get breakfast.”

Bucky’s look is soft — but you don’t see it. You’re too busy scooping sugar into your cup, too busy nudging him aside to grab the milk. He’s rooted there in the kitchen, watching you move about. You’re comfortable. There isn’t a trace of anxiousness in you, not in this moment, and he tries to remember what it looks like.

Your eyes find his and he clears his throat.

“Earth to Sergeant Barnes?”

“Don’t start,” he groans, albeit playfully, “It’s too early.”

“Oh, what? Too early for me to grill you on why you didn’t tell me that little laptop in there was on loan from the FBI? To one Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th?”

His face falls.

“Don’t worry,” you raise a hand quickly, leaning against the counter as you sip your coffee, “I figured that out before I did anything massively illegal.”

Bucky rubs his face as he takes a sip of his coffee — the bitterness is enough to slap him awake. He winces, swallows it back, and remembers the taste of instant coffee made in helmets on the line in Bastogne. He can smell snow, and the acrid sting of mortar smoke. Suddenly, he’s craving a cigarette.

That hasn’t happened in a while.

Bucky clears his throat. “Did you find anything?”

You frown slightly, lips pulled as you hide your inward disappointment — you push off from the counter and shake your head as you brush past him. Like a loyal dog, Bucky follows. Into the bedroom you go, and Bucky’s again surprised he managed to get any sleep at all in that bed. Maybe it was the comfort of having someone else there, or the genuine exhaustion that had finally choked him out after hours of trying to understand what the hell you were even doing on there.

You plop into the desk chair and snatch up a piece of paper littered with notes.

“I couldn’t do much of my usual snooping,” you explain gently as you gesture to the chromebook, “This thing might have been given to you in good faith, but they’re watching you pretty closely. So, I worked a little magic and ended up running a virtual machine. Gave me enough wiggle room to avoid the malware and keystroke trackers. Even still, I wanted to be careful, so I just did a little looking.”

“Looking?”

“I can’t dig deeper on Innessa, I know where to dig, but I can’t,” you frown, “Not on this laptop, and definitely not on my personal machines. I’ve got the GRC breathing down my neck, and the files I need to poke are very much off-limits.”

“So, what? We’re shit out of luck?”

“No, not entirely,” you stand up and motion to the paper in your hands; your tone is tight, “I know a few people who can help, but getting to them is going to be the hardest part.”

Bucky takes the paper, squinting at the writing as you settle on the edge of the bed next to him. You take a sip of your coffee and watch as his blue eyes dart across the notes; you point to the name scrawled across the top.

“There’s a club in lower Manhattan, but you’ve gotta know the right people to get in,” you mumble, scratching your cheek as a creeping sense of embarrassment bubbles up behind your words, “It’s in the basement of an old computer repair shop. It’s like a blackhat networking event, but with strippers.”

Bucky squints at the paper and reads the name. “The Glass Cannon?”

“Yeah,” you huff, crossing your arms tightly as you stand, “That’s the one.”

Bucky looks up from the paper, attention now rooted on the pacing you’ve begun to do across the room. Back and forth. You’re holding your coffee like a lifeline, gaze far away. That anxiousless way you’d been holding yourself before is gone. Now, he can see the tensing in your shoulders, in your fingers. You’re suddenly nervous.

Bucky stands. His voice is gentle.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” you snap almost immediately, “Just, y’know. Worried. I spent a lot of time there when I was younger. Did stupid shit. And now I’m about to waltz in after six years like I haven’t put that part of my life behind me.”

“We don’t have to do this,” he says immediately, moving to stand closer and halt your pacing. The invasion of your space forces you to look at him. His fingers glimmering in the morning light. You follow the line of his figure up to his eyes. The emotion there makes your heart clench. You can’t pin it down, and it’s gone in an instant.

“It’s the only way we’re going to find Innessa.”

“You don’t need to put yourself in situations like this for me,” he says, stressing the for me part in both expression and tone. The depreciation makes you wince and you’re fast to shake your head.

“That’s what friends do, Bucky,” you stand your ground, but you know there’s more to your reasoning than that, “Plus, she’s a bad guy. And I know you said I technically wasn’t the sidekick, but—”

“You’re not the sidekick—”

“I know,” you huff, nudging him gently with your arm, “But, I wanna help. Do some good.”

“You do enough good,” he mutters, “You’re a good person.”

Your words fail you at that — and your mouth parts but nothing comes out. Bucky watches with an expression as solid as rock as you blink and look away. His hand, the one of flesh and bone, finds your wrist as you tighten your grip on your mug.

The touch, though far too tender for you to handle, feels like fire.

Like a slap in the face, you’re reminded of how handsome Bucky is.

You slap that thought back, trading volleys, and remain quiet.

His tone is stern. “I mean it.”

“Well,” you finally muster, tone dipping sardonically into a cruel peel of humor, “Just wait until you see me in my natural habitat. Maybe the tequila shots will make you second guess that.”

“I didn’t know we were going out drinking,” he chirps as he raises an eyebrow, “Am I going to need to get you a leash?”

“We’re gonna have to try and blend in as best we can. People are going to know me — if they try to pin me with the GRC or the feds, we aren’t going to get anything on Innessa. They probably won’t even let me in the building if they suspect something’s up, after all not everything that goes down in Glass Cannon is kosher.”

“This is already sounding like a bad idea,” Bucky mumbles as he crosses his arms, “I’m stating that for the record, by the way.”

“Well, I think standing around and working ourselves up about this is even worse of an idea,” you chirp back, moving towards the door to muscle on your shoes, “So I say we feed ourselves and don’t worry about this until Thursday night.”

“Thursday.”

You nod.

All of a sudden, Bucky’s eyes go wide.

“Today is Sunday.”

You freeze, hand on the doorframe. You shoot him a wide-eyed look at the sudden flare of panic that’s shot up through him. “Yea, Bucky, today is Sunday.”

“Shit.”

“What?” you nearly cry as he disappears into the bedroom once more. You hear his closet open, then a clatter as he grabs something like keys — you nearly run directly into his chest when he strides back into the kitchen. He’s shouldered on his usual leather jacket, and in his hands is another.

He’s got keys in his hand.

“C’mon.”

He shoves the jacket into your arms and you frown.

“What the hell?” you cry, doubling back to snag your phone and bag as Bucky moves to the door, “What is this?”

“Put it on,” he says, holding open the door for you as you follow him into the apartment hallway.

You raise a brow and stand there as he locks the door.

“Why?”

“Because,” Bucky mumbles, rubbing his face as he widens his strides to the stairwell across the hall; before you know it, you’re desperately trying to keep up as he bounces down the steps — light on his feet like the boxer he is — towards the lower level of the apartment complex, “We’re late.”

You groan, trying to shrug on the jacket that smells like Bucky as you follow — a smell you’d come to know as clean laundry and sandalwood. Must be something for his hair. He never wore cologne, that much was apparent. The jacket is big on you, especially on the shoulders. You were swimming in it, trying not to trip as he held the door open to the garage.

Suddenly, the air is cooler. Immediately you wonder how much his rent is if he had access to a ground level garage. Call it NYC instinct.

“Bucky,” you nearly whine, throwing your head back, “Where are we going?”

Before you get a reply, you run straight into his back. Bucky grunts, moving to grab both of your hands and push you to the front of him.

Sitting in the spot is a motorcycle.

It’s a jet black Harley.

Bucky is handing you the helmet on the back seat as your mouth moves in disbelief. “No way— no, I’m not getting on that thing. I’d rather sell my kidneys. Stop, stop — ow, Bucky — you haven’t even said where we’re going!”

He’s muscling the helmet onto your head and through the flash of the visor you can see a real smile, the sort born out of his never-ending amusement towards your fickle sense of humor. His fingers are nimble against your chin. He takes the time to strap it on, adjust it, and give it a gentle tug. Bucky taps the matte black helmet twice, then flicks the visor down.

“We’re going upstate.”

◦ ◦ ◦ ◦

It takes two hours to get to Elmwood Senior Living.

You spent the first forty-five minutes clinging to Bucky’s waist with your eyes closed — no fault of Bucky’s, really. It was different from riding in a car by miles, and you had your own qualms with driving. You couldn’t be in the passenger’s seat anymore. Not after the accident with Jaimie, when Mom disappeared. Being out of control made you itch; and it’s not until the fifty-minute mark that you ease up on the panic and remember who the man is that’s driving the bike.

You trust Bucky. You trust him with your life.

Once it’s open road, winding up towards the Northern part of the state, it gets easier.

Bucky can feel your grip around his waist loosen just a bit — and it’s enough reassurance that he stops looking back in the mirror every fifteen seconds. It’s enough permission to open up on the throttle, and the bike roars alive. Your immediate reaction is a gobsmacked yelp, the sort that’s pulled from a jolt of shock, but then comes the laugh.

Bucky’s own quiet chuckle rumbles against your chest. You hold on tighter, but this time with open palms against the thrum of his ribs.

Halfway through the trip, he pulls into a McDonald’s.

You drop your ass onto the parking lot’s curb as he leans against the bike and houses a burger. You laugh, eyeing him candidly as you take a large bite from your own lunch. Bucky is a mess with it — cursing quietly when he ends up getting ketchup on his jacket.

“Shit.”

“Jesus, Bucky,” you mutter, “Did you even taste that thing?”

“Barely,” he clears his throat and starts picking at his fries, “These things taste different now. First time I ever had McDonald’s was right before bootcamp.”

“How much was it? Five cents?” you snort, leaning back and dropping a fry into your mouth.

Bucky watches with a half-smirk. “Fifteen, but nice try.”

He spends the next five minutes on his hand with a wet nap, trying hard to get the grease out of the delicate plates along his palm. You watch, as you knock back the rest of your soda, as his eyes crinkle tightly in frustration. His mouth is pulled tightly into a fine line. For the second time today, you’re reminded of how handsome Bucky Barnes is — and how fucking stubborn he is, too.

“Want help?”

“No,” he mutters, trying to get a spot between his thumb and index finger, “I got it.”

“I have smaller fingers,” you sing-song, gathering up his trash and your trash and crossing the parking lot to the bin; upon returning, you waggle them in his face, “Good for hard to reach places.”

Bucky absolutely hates that can feel his blush hit the tips of his ears at the comment.

He’s glad you’re too preoccupied with his hand to notice. You’re watching, like you always do, with respectful awe. To you, this part of him is a bit like a treasure — you find it beautiful and intriguing and incredible. It’s clear in the way you watch the mechanisms turn and tighten that you aren’t frightened by it.

It unsettles Bucky every time.

Finally, once he’s finished under your watchful eyes, he leans to muscle that helmet back over your head. You groan, squinting tightly.

“C’mon,” he knocks your helmet with his knuckles, “We’re almost there.”

The rest of the ride is wide open space, farm land and mountainous peaks looming far ahead. It’s warm, and the sun is hot on your back. The wind is howling around you and it sends your jacket collar flapping against your neck. Your chin rests neatly on Bucky’s shoulder, trying to get a view of the road ahead.

Elmwood Senior Living is tucked into the back of a suburb.

The two of you weave through a neighborhood or two, dancing under the shade of age old maple trees. They cast long, scattered shadows across the pavement as kids play on their lawns. A dog barks somewhere in the distance. Over the hill, church bells ring. Sunday service has ended.

Bucky rolls into the parking lot, past the large sign with swirling lettering. Suddenly, things make more sense. Suddenly, you’re struck with a sinking feeling of grief. Nostalgia. Mourning. But, happiness.

There are folks sitting outside, basking in the sun, tethered to walkers.

Bucky’s wrists crank back weathered knuckles, and slowly the bike rumbles into an open spot. Extending his legs, Bucky balances the bike with ease. You take that as your cue to swing yourself off the back clumsily, hopping a bit. Bucky leans, kicks the stand down, and with significantly more grace than you, swings his leg over.

You’re shrugging his jacket off when he speaks.

“He’s going to be different than how you imagine him.”

You exhale slowly, draping the jacket over the bike’s seat. You peel the helmet off.

“I’ve sort of pieced that together.”

You can see the slight discomfort hanging in his posture. You reach and touch Bucky’s arm.

“Come on,” you nod to the entrance, covered by a shady overhang where someone is helping a family member out of their car, “We don’t wanna be late, huh?”

His eyes soften. Bucky nods.

You walk side-by-side into the lobby of Elmwood Senior Living and it’s like time slows down. It halts in a warm, sunshine colored still — full of chatter, full of humanity, full of wisdom. The room is framed by big windows, by plants, by a man in a U.S. Navy ball cap. He’s stationed by the door, watching the comings and goings. The main desk, where a young woman watches, sits in the corner. You follow Bucky with a content little look. He notices.

He stands a little closer at the main desk. The girl, who looks like she’s incredibly out of place with her blue hair and piercings, is younger than you thought. Highschool, maybe. She offers Bucky an excited smile.

“Took you long enough,” she chirps, moving to sort through a bin to her side with key fobs.

Your brows raise. You spy calculus homework on the desk.

Bucky snorts. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He notices the same problem set you so, and purposely leans over the desk. Suddenly, you’re seeing flashes of a more boyish version of Bucky — one that reminds you of a man with siblings. Bucky taps the paper, jutting a chin to the girl as she tries to swat his attention away.

“How’d you do on that test?”

“I got a 96,” she chirps pridefully, laughing, “Thanks for the help, nerd.”

You’re watching the entire exchange with a smile, backing up a bit to toss a curious glance over your shoulder. There’s a dining room through open doors — and looks like lunch is just wrapping up. Folks are moving around, back to their rooms or upstairs where you can hear the beginnings of a seated aerobics class begin.

Bucky nudges you with his hand.

“Thanks, Sarah,” he says and waves the key she’d handed over.

The girl with the blue hair scoffs. “Say hi to grandpa for me, Bucket.”

You laugh out loud as Bucky quickly flips her off. She’s quick to do the same.

You follow him around the corner, grinning ear to ear. He spares you a sheepish look, then rolls his eyes.

“What was that?”

“She’s a good kid,” he offers, eyeing the key with the grey little fob attached, “Reminds me of my sister.”

Your face softens. “Sister?”

“Her name was Sarah, too,” he says quietly, boots landing softly on the blue carpet. He’s navigating the residential wing like he’s done it a million times. There are rooms with flowers outside, with holiday garb, with little photos and keepsakes. Each room holds a lifetime of personality — the sound of Jeopardy lulls along in the background.

You hum. Bucky sighs.

He meanders down a long hallway where a different door is — this one heavy and locked by the little keypad. Bucky raises the key fob to the device and the door buzzes.

This side of Elmwood is quieter.

Down the hall, Timmy Dorsey and Sinatra play quietly over someone’s record player.

There aren’t as many folks in the hall in this wing, but doors are open and nurses flit about. Around the corner, there’s a loud conversation going on about lunch — and you watch as Bucky weaves towards the nursing station. It’s a room overlooking the common area with windows. Inside are three women.

One of them immediately jumps when she sees Bucky.

“Oh, good! I was meaning to talk to you—”

“Everything alright?”

“About the same,” she breathes as she stands, moving to grab at a Bucky’s arm with a sense of motherliness that makes you smile, “But, meals have been a bit difficult lately.”

“No kidding,” he mutters, rubbing his chin, “He just doesn’t wanna eat?”

“He thinks Peggy is coming home,” the woman whispers with a pained smile as she begins to lead you both down the hall, “He thinks your grandmother made dinner for him.”

“Right,” Bucky nods, “Doesn’t wanna ruin his appetite.”

“Exactly.”

You take note of the conversation, muddling through your own confusion. You’re quiet, though. This isn’t really your conversation to have. Bucky seems to be relaxed more — even humming slightly to a song that plays across the hall from the room the nurse is knocking on.

“Mr. Carter?” she calls gently, “Your grandson is here to see you, and his…”

She looks expectantly at you. You bawk.

“Friend.”

“Right,” she smiles and pushes open the door.

It’s like a little slice of home.

Sofas, chairs, photos on the walls. There’s a record player in the corner, a television, a coffee table stacked with books on the second world war. There’s a dresser covered in baubles and warm light coming in from the window overlooking the street. It reminds you of your grandparents’ sitting room — everything looks so lived in, so comfortable, so alive.

And then, below the light of the window, is a hospital bed.

In it is Steve Rogers.

Not the one you know — no, this one has lived a full life. This Steve Rogers has fallen in love, owned a home, settled down. This Steve Rogers has years of wisdom settled into his face, years of well-fought fights in his joints. His blonde hair has gone shock white, but his smile is all the same.

“Bucky.”

The way Steve says his name is like the man beside you holds the world.

To Bucky, he can hear a new weakness. A new exhaustion.

“Hi, punk.”

The nurse offers a little wave to you as Bucky ventures into the room, stripping his jacket off and moving to scope out the minifridge in the small kitchenette beside the bathroom. She leaves the door open, and you smile to her softly. Bucky rummages, poking his head up.

“You want a drink, Steve?” he asks, tone almost like he’s feeling out the lucidity of the man across the room, “There’s some of that lemonade I brought last week in here.”

“Sounds good,” he says slowly, “Please.”

You feel out of place — not unwelcome, but… it’s clear that Bucky has come and gone from here a thousand times now. He knows to get the glasses out, to get a straw, to turn down the record player on his way over. Doris Day’s voice lowers to a soft croon. You watch with heavy eyes.

“I brought someone, Steve,” Bucky says, “She’s a big fan.”

“Oh?” Steve asks with a slow look to the corner where you’re standing, “That musta broke your heart.”

Bucky snorts as he moves to swing the hospital bed’s tray over Steve’s lap. He places the lemonade down, then the other glass on the nightstand. He’s quick to move the armchair closer to the nightstand, and gestures for you to come over. Bucky’s hands guide you by the shoulders as he plops you into the chair.

“She’s one of the good ones,” Bucky says, “Reminds me of you.”

“No kidding,” Steve says slowly, offering a hand that shakes, “Steve Rogers. It’s a pleasure.”

You exchange your name with a shy look, shaking that hand with reverence and gentility. “It’s an honor, Mr. Rogers.”

“Please,” he mumbles, moving to slowly take a sip of his lemonade, “Steve is fine.”

Bucky moves to take up a post on the opposite side of Steve, in the sun. “You’re losin’ weight, y’know.”

That earns him a wave of the hand.

Bucky leans back and sips his lemonade. He waggles a finger and you watch the two begin to go back and forth.

“No, no,” he swallows, “No, you don’t get t’ shrug me off—”

“M’fine, Buck,” a sigh, “Really.”

“Mhm,” he narrows his eyes, “You’re startin’ to look like the Steve I knew before the serum.”

You lean back, hiding a quiet smirk behind your hand.

“I was wondering when you were gonna show up an’ pester me,” he says with a tired look, “The only peace I get around here is when Peggy comes home.”

Your eyes jump to Bucky. He’s watching you.

“Peggy?” you ask gently, “Is that your wife?”

A proud smile washes over his face. “Still knocks me for a loop, too.”

“Steve,” Bucky’s voice is gentle, “Peggy won’t be coming around for a while. Remember?”

There’s a look that flashes across Steve’s face, then. A mixture of sadness, of confusion, of panic. It’s clouded with a furrow of his brow, hidden by a tilt of the head. He looks at Bucky, mouth pulled in a fine line.

When he finally speaks, his voice is sad.

“That’s right. I forgot.”

“S’alright,” Bucky taps his head, maintaining an air of nonchalance, “That’s why you got me.”

“And why you’ve got her, no doubt,” he turns to you with a winning smile and offers his hand again, “Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.”

You take it, you shake it, and you introduce yourself once more. Your smile is patient and understanding. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Steve.”

Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. Steve smiles, tossing Bucky a look that borders on mischievous.

He sips his lemonade and clears his throat. “How is Sam?”

“You ask every time,” Bucky mutters, “And every time I have the same answer.”

“Sam?” you ask slowly.

“Wilson,” Bucky finishes, “Bird man.”

“You mean Falcon,” you correct, shooting him a stern look, “The Falcon. Are you ghosting The Falcon?”

“I don’t know what that even means, so maybe,” Bucky leans back and crosses his legs, “I’ve been busy.”

You roll your eyes. Steve saw. He smiles.

“I’m gettin’ why he keeps you around.”

Your face is smacked with a look of pure joy.

“C’mon on now,” Bucky cries, nearly indignantly, “No flirting—”

“M’ not flirting—”

“I know that look, Steve—”

Steve is laughing.

Bucky has a stern look in his eye. “You always do this—”

“I’m not doin’ a damn thing—”

“And you better keep it that way, old man,” Bucky shirks, voice splintering into a laugh in a way that you’ve never heard before, “I swear, this is how it always goes.”

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, huh, Buck?” you ask gently, leaning your cheek into your hand.

Steve laughs loudly at that.

Bucky spares you a smile — the sort that’s drenched in good humor and sunlight. It makes your lungs flutter, and you ignore the buzz in your fingers at the sight. You hide your laugh into your cup of lemonade, resigning to be a quiet counterpart in the conversation.

The two of them go on to chat about small things, then chat about old things. From the Commandos, to HYDRA, to amends, to therapy, to Peggy, to the itch the starch of their old dress uniforms used to bring. It takes a bit, a few redirections on the way, but it’s clear by the end why Steve Rogers is in Elmwood’s memory unit.

It makes your heart ache.

And if a super soldier is bed-ridden…

The two of you say goodbye around three in the afternoon after Bucky helps Steve shave.

The walk back to the bike is quiet.

Bucky speaks first.

“He’s dying.”

You chew your lip, eyes on the pavement. You match his slow stride, bumping your elbow with his as you walk. It’s still warm, and the clouds hang high in the sky. When you look up, Bucky’s watching you. You sigh.

“I’m sorry,” you finally muster, “I am.”

“Don’t be,” he says, grabbing the jacket from the seat and holding it up, “He’s lived a long life.”

You let Bucky hold out the arm for you, and you press your hand through the sleeve. He helps the other side on, and you zip it up to your chin. When you turn around to face him, there are tears in your eyes.

They snuck up on you. You hadn’t realized it until Bucky’s face fell, until the first one fell along the weathered leather of the jacket. You blink, raising your brows as you swipe them away, and offer an apologetic look.

“I’m happy,” you say, “Y’know. He has you. But, he’s a man out of time. Even now. That makes me sad.”

Bucky’s quiet for a while. He’s leaned up against the bike as you turn and watch Elmwood from the back of the parking lot. There’s a big part of you that feels heavy with guilt — and though Steve was in good spirits when you left, you can’t help but ache to provide him with more company. It’s clear that seeing Bucky means a lot to him, and that in turn it means a lot to the man beside you.

“Come on,” Bucky says then, “Let’s go home.”

You nod, let him muscle that helmet onto your head one more time, and hold on a little tighter back to the city.

◦ ◦ ◦ ◦

You don’t see Bucky until Tuesday.

In all honesty, it feels weird to not hear from him for two days. At the very least, you expected some sort of phone call — but you remind yourself that you’ve been okay alone for a long time. There’s no need to throw all your work on being comfortable by yourself out the window for Bucky Barnes.

It’s tempting, though. God, it’s really tempting.

You hate the ache in your chest when you finally see him lumbering towards the cafe counter before your appointments. You hate this new feeling — so you shove it down and ignore the way his fingers brush yours when he hands you your latte.

He is ignoring it, too. He’s been ignoring it.

No use in thinking about it though.

“You got plans later?” you ask him in the elevator after your appointment, tilting your head, “Apparently there’s a Lord of the Rings marathon tonight on FX.”

Bucky stiffens — and immediately he can feel the hot sting of anxious regret flood his cheeks. He clears his throat, tucks his hands in his pockets, and toes the ground. You watch with a confused look. Then he speaks tightly.

“...I’ve got a date.”

You could have caught flies the way your jaw fell open.

“Oh. Oh!”

You blink, readjust your expression, and swallow down a sharp stab of rejection.

Bucky clears his throat. “It’s… I wasn’t going to but, Dr. Raynor—”

“No, no,” you wave your hands and shake your head and try to seem genuine, “No, I’m happy for you. Is this one of those Christian Minglers?”

Bucky groans. “Shut up.”

“Okay,” you say, “Okay! Just, uh, be careful. Y’know? And call if you need anything.”

The elevator doors open, and Bucky walks side by side with you through the well-lit lobby. He holds the door open for you, and you pass through with a pained look at the ground. He lingers, though, rubbing the back of his neck as you wait for him to say what’s on his mind.

“Thursday,” he says, “I’ll stop by.”

“Yea,” you say, waving your hand, “Whenever.”

But, that doesn’t end up happening.

No, Bucky Barnes shows up at your apartment doorstep at 10pm.

He’s clutching takeout and a six pack of beer and wearing a horrified expression that screams of guilt and exhaustion. No, Bucky buzzes the door to your apartment and basically croaks that he’s here — he’s asking if the marathon is still on while you buzz him up.

“Third floor,” you say into the buzzer with a smile, “Come on in, old man.”

When you open the door, you have to laugh — because his hair is a mess and there’s still a trace of lipstick on the corner of his mouth. Whereas jealousy threatens to flare, his incredibly regretful expression tamps it down. You cock a hip, eye him up and down, and jut your chin out.

“Get laid?”

Bucky rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised he didn’t break something.

He pushes past you, moving to drop the beer on the counter and place the takeout gently down by the basket of fruit.

“I’m here for the cat,” he grumbles, “Not your witty commentary, sweetheart.”

You’re moving quietly to the sink and gathering a paper towel with a smirk as Bucky looks around, admiring the decor and aliveness of your apartment. When you turn around, he’s already pried a beer from the pack and popped the top off with his vibranium palm.

He winces when you reach up to swipe the coral lipstick from the corner of his mouth.

Then Bucky settles, letting you clean off the mess.

“Mhm,” you hum, “Right. Was it at least fun?”

“She had fun,” he mutters into his first sip, “It was a lotta tongue for my first night out in nearly a century, though.”

You wince. He nods with a sardonic smile that tells you everything about how the date went down — and you’re relieved. “So, I take it you're not calling her in the morning?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Nope. No, and I’ve decided no more dates. That was enough for me.”

You wince and pluck a beer from the pack. Wordlessly, Bucky gestures for you to hand it over. In one smooth motion, he twists the cap off with his hand.

“That bad?” you ask, eyeing him critically.

“I decided halfway through,” he says as he moves to take the takeout from its bag, “I’d rather be watching Lord of the Rings with you.”

That stops you into silence. It’s like someone’s taken your own words and gagged you with them — and you’re left floundering for breath you never even realize you lost. You know he means it. You know it because he won’t look at you, because that sort of confession isn’t easy for people like you two. So you take those words and you glue them in a lonely locket and keep them close to your heart.

Poke’s entrance saves you a mouthful of broken words — he comes in, trots up to Bucky, and hollers.

Bucky laughs.

“Nice to meet you, too,” he mutters, eyeing the cat that’s eagerly rubbing himself along Bucky’s leg.

You wipe your face, sip your beer, and move to the pantry across from the kitchen island. You come back out with a bag of salmon treats — the good ones — and offer Bucky the bag. He takes it, eyes still on the calico, and crinkles it a little.

You lean against the counter and watch Bucky kneel.

“If you keep it up long enough he might even let you hold him.”

He lights up at that.

You laugh.

You move to grab plates and forks and knives and groan when you open up the first box to see Pad Thai — you make a mental note to properly thank Bucky for this. You meager dinner of reheated pasta really hadn’t hit the spot. This will, though. You can tell from the smell alone.

By your knees, Poke chirps.

“He’s cute.”

“I never took you for a cat guy.”

Bucky snorts.

You make a plate and flick his head as you walk by. “You’re missing the start of The Two Towers.”

“I’m going to be confused, aren’t I?” he asks as he stands and begins making himself a plate. He watches as you settle onto the couch and sip your beer, “I was too busy being turned into a cyborg to read the books.”

You laugh out loud. It shocks you.

“Was that a joke? Did Bucky Barnes just make a joke?”

He’s smirking. He rounds the counter with his food and settles next to you. Poke is following him, eager to curl up next to his new friend.

“I can be funny.”

“Funny lookin’.”

He elbows you on purpose. You snort into your beer.

There’s a comfortable moment of quiet between you, and you clear your throat.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah,” he says slowly, “No problem.”

More quiet, and he’s still watching you. Then, he asks what’s been on his mind for the last three days.

“You got a plan for Thursday?”

“I’ve got anxiety, Buck,” you exhale, swigging your beer and turning the television up, “I always have a plan.”

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