#feels a bit rushed despite the fact I wrote most of this a good while ago but

[redmoonwanderer]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV 2024 Prompts: Amnesiac, hunt Summary: Azem finds the man everyone speaks of as his familiar, but he doesn’t seem to have any idea about anything, really.

The silence of the darkness is comforting, like floating in space without a worry. Unfortunately, however, there is a voice beckoning to him, pushing away the darkness and pulling him to light. He can’t make out the words, but he can already feel the ache in his body, one that he’d left behind, tearing at him, his nerves, muscles; head pounding like he’d forgotten to drink water for a day. The world behind his lids gets lighter, and he realises that amidst the pain, there is a warm hand gently patting his cheek.

“Come on, now,” the voice says. “Get back here, no unscheduled dying on Elpis.”

He opens his eyes, slowly against the brightness of the day that burns his sensitive eyes, and sees, at first, a dark silhouette leaning over him. He blinks a few times, while the stranger says, “That’s better.”

Finally, he begins to feel more awake. More in pain, too, sure, but he can move, and does so to sit up. The stranger places a hand on his back to support him, and he looks at his face.

The stranger, gentle-looking, smiling. Red hair like a sunset that’s been tamed to frame his face and fall over his shoulders, bright where his is dark like blood. Freckles and silver eyes, like stars.

He looks oddly familiar, though he can’t remember why.

Looking around, he can’t tell where he is.

Nor who he himself is.

That’s… potentially a problem.

“Well,” the stranger says, watching him look around like a lost kitten, “it seems you’ll live. How are you feeling?”

He doesn’t even think about it, he just lifts his hand, fingers looking almost like they’re wrapping around an invisible ball in his hand, and makes a twisting gesture.

He looks at his hand, brows furrowed, then at the stranger as if he might be able to offer an explanation as to why one could make noise and the other couldn’t.

The stranger just shrugs, though whether it’s because he doesn’t understand his gesture or because he thinks he knows what he’s asking but cannot answer, he doesn’t know.

“Let’s get you up, see if you can get your feet under you,” the stranger says, and he gets up. Still aching, but he’ll live. He looks around at the grassland, and not too far away sees a dead something. A creature that he doesn’t think is a beast, a being in tattered black robe, thin and tall.

“Ahh, yes. You fought it,” the stranger supplies helpfully, “it tried to survive by, I assume, draining your aether. I guess someone snuck it in here as a prank, make someone a little weak in the knees, and didn’t expect a familiar to stumble upon it.”

He tilted his head. A familiar? He? Maybe it makes sense.

Noting his confusion, the stranger smiles. “Well, that’s what everyone keeps saying, anyway. That there’s a busy familiar coming here every now and then that just must be mine. I must admit, I was curious,” he says.

That makes even less sense, doesn’t it? Shouldn’t this person know about him if he… summoned him? That doesn’t feel right, though, the thought of being summoned, or made.

“Seeing you now, I can see the confusion. We do look a bit alike, and I suppose we both have a reputation of running around. I’m Azem. Seat of. So that’s what everyone calls me.”

A lot of words that tickle in the back of his mind like they mean something to him, but right now, all he can offer is a blank stare.

This Azem tilts his head and taps his cheek with his finger. “Hm, seems you don’t really talk, and going by the confusion in those eyes of yours, that concept may have drained enough to rattle your head a little.” The man looks around, though what or who he’s hoping to see, he cannot tell. Eventually, he looks back at him, saying, “Well, since you probably don’t know where you’re going, why not join me for a moment? Maybe someone around here can help you with that noggin of yours, set it back to like it’s supposed to be.”

He hesitates a moment before nodding. It’s not like there’s anything better for him to do, and he would like for someone to indeed “help him with this noggin of his.” The two set out towards the middle of this floating island where a crystal rotates slowly and people have gathered around a small pool to observe small lifeforms in the water.

“This is Anagnorisis”, Azem tells him. “Does anything strike as familiar?”

He walks the paved path, looks at the greenery, peeks into a pond just to stare a pink creature in the eye. It almost looks like it’s smiling, and maybe it is. It dives, and splashes droplets on to his face, and he leans back, nose wrinkled. He dries his face with his arm and looks to the right, where a tree rises from the ground, one of many.

Yet he can’t tear his eyes off of it.

Azem walks right next to him, having stopped to talk with the locals. He notes the way he’s staring, and follows his gaze. “You friends with that one?” he asks, and sounds like he might not be joking, though he’s not entirely sure.

He stares another moment before hesitantly shaking his head. He doubts he could be friends with a tree, right?

But he walks closer, looks up to a sturdy branch and almost expects to see someone up there. Nothing.

Azem walk to his side. “If this doesn’t help your memory, perhaps we should try elsewhere,” he suggests, and receives a nod in reply.

No matter where they go, however, no matter which corner they turn and what beast they see as they walk, nothing in Elpis gives him back what he needs. When the sun is setting and they’re sitting on a fence, looking down at the lower islands floating in the sky, he still has no idea who he is nor where he came from. Azem seems deep in thought as his silver eyes trail a path two figures are walking on, their hands animated as they talk to one another.

“I would ask help from one of my friends, but I fear none are in the area right now. Summoning them, well,” Azem chuckles. “Some have made it quite clear that I should try to solve some problems on my own, and they have important business to attend to, something I would hate to interrupt.”

He tilts his head at Azem because the way he speaks of summoning people makes it sound like he does so with magic. And yet, it sounds entirely feasible, something he could perhaps do, as well.

His head hurts. Pain like he’s head is splitting.

“Are you feeling alright?” Azem asks.

Azem. Azem. Azem. He knows the name, from somewhere further ago than today.

There’s a flash, an image, of a beautiful woman, white-haired, blue-eyed.

Hydaelyn? No, not Hydaelyn, but –

He leans forward, hands holding his head.

“Oh, dear,” says Azem. “Perhaps not. Do you think the effects of that creature are perhaps fading?”

Venat. That’s her name. Telling her to… think? And do other things, besides.

Calling him her Champion? Blessed by her?

He feels Azem touch his back.

It’s like glass shattering. It hurts, certainly, and the images are too many too quickly to understand if he hadn’t had a context for them all.

A poster, asking for proof of an existence of a being that stories said must have existed a long time ago. That lived here, now, today. In Elpis. In the past.

Where he’s been to before.

Where he met Venat, for the first time for her.

Where he met the two friends of –

He looks up.

And he remembers them.

Remembers it all.

And finally, as Qhol’a turns to look to the somewhat worried ancient by his side, he has no idea how to break this all down to this Azem – or if he should.

What a wholly unnecessarily complicated day this had turned out to be.

[melodic-haze]

hi!! could I request ayaka nsfw headcanons? thanks!

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Ayaka x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Corruption kink, exhibition kink but it doesn't acc get acted upon 🤷‍♀️

☆ — NOTES: shut up omg another one I LOEV AYAKA THANK YOU

She seems like the type to be extremely vanilla at first, not bc she's scared (well no she is a lil bit) but bc she hasn't really? Had the chance to explore or anything??? But she seems like the type to be interested in it, just that she didn'r know HOW to explore it......until yk. You came along

She's like a willing subject to corruption, it's rather lovely 🫶

The way she'd approach you about it too 😭😭 like ohhh you're so precious my bbg :((( she'd breach the topic carefully, her cheeks tinted very red thanks to her skin betraying her and the blood that rushed to her face

Side track as much as I do adore Ayaka stumbling on her words and stuttering, I actually personally don't think she would unless she was EXTREMELY flustered or completely out of it. She's probably really good with forming sentences and stuff with very minimal stuttering, esp when she'd have to think ab her speech a lot to make sure she isn't offending anyone generally (I wish that were me cuz I stutter a LOT it's acc embarrassing)

So when she asks, she's VERY red but also very clear and concise with her speech. If it weren't for the embarrassed look on her face, if it weren't for her covering her face with her fan, you'd have thought that she wasn't shy about such an ask at all

It was hard to concentrate and gather your bearings at least a little bit when the soft scent of cookies and the mochi she had made a while ago never fails to overtake your train of thought, but you managed to pull through as you slowly undressed her.

"Are you completely sure?" You asked in concern for her, despite the fact that she had approached you about such a request, "I'm worried you might not like the experience. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..."

She shook her head in reply, giving you a gentle smile, "I'm sure. I admit that I've been.. curious, and I trust you completely."

You couldn't help but soften at your white-haired partner's proclamation, giving her a lingering kiss on her temple, "Just remember to tell me if something feels wrong, you know I worry for you."

"I know," she giggled, "but you don't need to treat me like I'm fragile."

And before you reply in turn, Ayaka cuts you off by leaning her head on your shoulder, her lips close to your ear as she whispered in such a tantalising way--

"I'd like to think I can handle whatever you do to me."

--before drawing back with a much cheekier smile compared to moments before, "I hope that clears most of your reservations?"

By god, yes it does.

She turns out to be a FREAK❗️❗️❗️👹👹👹👹

No but fr though? I already wrote it but she def love love LOVEEEESSS being your good girl 🥰🥰🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 wants to do anything you ask her to do bc she wants to make you happy. Absolutely gets off to whenever you praise her for the stuff she does

But also? Kinda very much adores being roughed around!!! Being an important figure to Inazuma, she's not necessarily used to being treated anything less than with respect and caution, so for you to essentially make her forget all that as you "disrespect" her rank? Mmmmyes definitely Something :3

She's a very very curious person who's open to a LOT of things, going from binding to sensory deprivation to roleplay

Oh my GOD she'd ESPECIALLY be into roleplay; pretending as if she were someone else, esp if she was absolutely ravaged by you? My word it gets her wet just thinking about it

I think she'd LOVEEEE to be overstimmed 🫶🫶🫶 she wants a break from thinking!! She wants a break from responsibilities, and the way you can make it easily go away by fucking her brains out gets so addicting for this little princess

SHE'D DEFINITELY BE A SQUIRTER OH GY GOD fuck off listen she's def so so very sensitive that if you work her up enough (which doesn't acc take long) she would and she'd APOLOGISE for making such a mess but you just Cannot Help but try to get another one from her so it goes around alllll over again until she passes out :3

Don't think she'd act it out irl bc no way is she actually risking her reputation (and in extent, her brother's and her entire family name), but she'd develop?? A taste for exhibition???? Perhaps it's through the times you've just decided to drag her away to a semi-secluded spot, or maybe it's bc of the times she's touched herself while thinking of you with the risk of SOMEONE coming into her room. Either way, she starts to fantasize scenes from time to time where you're fucking her out in the open or you get caught or even that she's walking around with her pussy unknowingly stuffed with toys, who knows 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

If she doesn't tell you then she probably clues you in unconsciously when you start talking to her about how ANYONE could find you absolutely ruining this whore of a princess 🫶 by her inner walls clamping onto you as she lets out a particularly loud whine 🫶🫶🫶

Ayaka had tried to go back to sleep, she really did. But her thoughts had caught up to her, hazy made-up images and scenarios of the simplest thought of getting caught doing things unbefitting the White Heron Princess and her demure, innocent stature.

Even as she had her fingers inside her needy hole, even as she grinded on her palm in a deaperate effort to chase that needed release, she had found that she couldn't be satisfied in the least. The fact that she had to silence herself in an effort to prevent herself from getting caught didn't help with sorting out her current issue, either.

It wasn't enough—she needed you to satisfy her, to put her in her place, to take her fully until she could no longer care to think about anything else but being your personal doll. There was no way she was getting off all by herself, she needed you.

Biting the fabric of her blanket in an effort to stop her teary moans from being as loud as it would've been, she could only hope any pray that this aching need within her subsides in time before she has the chance to see you again.

(And perhaps she'll gather the courage to ask you about recreating.. a very exposing scenario, to sate her torturous curiosities.)

Bonus bullet point it'd be really cute to see her cry from the stimulation 🥰🥰

[singswan-springswan]

Oooh if we're doing directors cut on your fics can we do Starsong won't apologize?

oh man, this one was a total psychic trip. I think I wrote most of it in a buzzed fugue state with my only thought being "don't kriff this up. the vibes must be PEAK"

going into this fic I knew that the tone had to be the driving force, since most of it was just Hera's introspection. I really wanted to communicate the way the music haunts her mind, but being a very rational and logical brain lady (read: scientist), her perspective produces some conflict with the fact that there are any vibes at all. She really wants to approach the situation from a clinical standpoint but the fact of the matter is that she's wayyy past any such reparations, and this is really frustrating for her.

Part of her needed to feel very detached for a number of reasons, one being her aforementioned resistance to supernatural explanations. However, I also wanted to utilize this feeling to add gravity to the fact that she's losing her mind. I did a lot of juxtaposing with simple wording coupled to profound metaphors and statements. A lot of the imagery was really flowery elegant and borderline nonsense too. I wanted the fic to feel very poetic while maintaining Hera's practical thoughts. That actually turned out to be much easier than expected.

One of my favorite relationship dynamics is for the characters to fall platonically in love before they fall romantically in love, and as a consequence dismiss their growing (or rampant) romantic feelings as ✨friendship✨. This is something I tried to incorporate where Kanan came in. Hera, despite being a very intelligent woman, is stupid. Fortunately for her, the current blender brain predicament overshadows any muddled feelings she has for her best friend, and all that remains is her deep unshakable trust in him. This was a really important dynamic to write into the context, given the danger of Kanan singing to Hera. If she didn't already love him and trust him the way she did, his siren song wouldn't fix her, and she would end up no more sane than before. Not to mention it just made for a really sweet (albeit slightly angsty) interaction.

my favorite line is probably:

All she knew really was that the music had melted in her bones like the prettiest kind of cancer, and if hearing Kanan’s voice took it away, the consequences of that cure couldn’t possibly be bad.

I'm particularly proud of the cancer bit. I wrote that and I was like "yoooo that's sick" and patted myself on the back. I felt like it gave the predicament a detached sort of awe while also revering it as something vile and unnatural and very very serious.

I think by the time I got to the part where Kanan actually starts singing, I was running out of writer inspiration juice and felt like I rushed the end. Looking back and rereading the fic tho I'm like nah that's a good ending. I'm always self-conscious about my endings being too abrupt or awkward. The last line is pretty fire.

my main thing was just communicate that "music" was only the best word to describe what was messing up Hera's head so bad, but totally did not offer a complete concept. The real deal was actually something beyond the mortal realm of comprehension, so complex and alien and cosmic that the human mind was physically incapable of comprehending it. I think I did a decent job pulling that off!

[artofthehorror]

Review of "American Mary" (2012)

Genre : Horror (Body, slasher, disturbing…) Director : Jen and Sylvia Soska Main actors : Katharine Isabelle, Antonio Cupo, Tristan Risk Rating : 3.5  / 5

Synopsis

Medical student Mary turns to working at a strip club to earn extra cash. However, she is lured into a more sinister, yet fascinating world of body modification. However, Mary’s world becomes darker after she is filmed being sexually assaulted by her professors. With her new knowledge, Mary helps those who want surgeries and embarks on a quest for vengeance.

Review

I rate this movie a 3.5/5. The Soska sisters wrote and directed an incredible film, which is made even better with the superior acting by now horror veteran Katherine Isabelle. Katherine Isabelle is able to turn the cringy and chaotic plot into something digestible for the audience with her ability to captivate the public. The cinematography by Brian Pearson was well done and captured the mood effectively.

Body horrors are a hit or miss due to their lack of storytelling or plot. This film matched my expectations as it started with a strong plot but fell apart at the end. The mix of the subplots and inconsistent pacing impacted the movie in a negative way such that it felt confusing and disappointing at times. However, I must say that some scenes felt purposeful and explored themes such as beauty, justice, good versus evil, power, revenge, and self-preservation. Despite those themes not being explored at their most, I think the film has at least introduced those themes and allows the reader to think about them even after the movie is over.

The body modification scenes seemed quite realistic; The realism of the special effects is even more enhanced by the use of real-life community members who displayed their own modifications. While I cannot speak on if the body modification is a real depiction of the community, I feel it at least introduces the audience to this community and can perhaps help decrease the stigma around it. 

As for its negatives, the ending felt a bit rushed and anti-climatic. I feel the movie would have been perfect if the ending was not so rushed. The fact that Ruby’s husband, an unknown character up until the end, shows up in the climax seems disappointing and hard for the viewer to feel the tension. 

Considering the positives and negatives, I personally think this movie is effective at providing horror and creates an interesting story in the first act. Despite the anti-climatic ending, I think the movie is worth a watch, if only to enjoy a spooky movie night, but also should be seen as an original story. I would recommend this movie to other horror movie enthusiasts, especially those who may want to explore underrated or “unknown” movies.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Enhypen Reaction to Another Member Lusting After You

Content Warnings: A bit of violence in Jake's part

Mellow speaks: Been a while since I wrote a reaction, so here goes!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

Heeseung

He's got to be joking, right? There's no way he's being serious right now. There's no way on earth Jay actually means what he just said, there's no way on earth he just expressed the desire to fuck you, and in front of the elder too, no doubt. Sure, Heeseung's not your boyfriend yet, but he's sure it would be obvious to anyone who saw the way he looks at you that he's completely infatuated with you. 

And despite being as friendly as he is, he doesn't take well to sharing things he's set his eyes on. So you can well imagine the sneer that curls his lips upwards as he listens to Jay describe in-depth just what he finds sexy about you, everything leading up to the that one sentence that had his blood boiling. "Fucking Y/N's become a dream of mine," he slurs drunkenly, and the next thing he knows, Heeseung is rushing out the dorm, anger evident in every step he takes.

Where's he going, though? To your apartment of course, ready to put the sexual tension that's been building up between the two of you, to rest. It's high time anyway, because now he needs to make sure random guys won't be ogling at you and trying to make moves on your body. He needs to make sure you know you belong to him, and he needs to show it to the world. 

Jay

He had thought having you as one of Enhypen's managers would be all fun and games, because then he'd get to have his partner right next to him the whole day. He wouldn't have to rely on stolen moments and secret rendezvous to get him through the hard work that went into being an idol. But it had never crossed his mind that spending too much time with the group also meant you'd catch their eye sooner or later, and being the attractive soul he knew you were, it wasn't hard to think they'd get hormonal at some point.

So it shouldn't have had come as as nasty a surprise as it was when Jake said he'd like to see the treasures you kept hidden under the layers of your clothing. But it did come as a nasty surprise, both to him and to you, because yes, you were there when he said that. And that didn't fail to make your boyfriend's blood boil. Had the Aussie only known that you in fact, belonged to Jay, he never would have uttered those words. 

But now that they're out in the open, all Jay can do is show him who you belong to, all the secrets be damned if it means getting to have his hands on you at all times, in order to protect you from prying eyes, of course. So he kisses you, his lips full of passion as his hands run up and down your arms, sending goosebumps in their wake. He's giving them a show on purpose, and while you're not too keen on making your private life public like this, you can't seem to mind when he's making you feel this good. 

Jake

He's got a crush on you for ages, and he's down bad for you. Because after all, you're the definition of perfection in his eyes, the most gorgeous Goddess in the world. Yeah, he's down bad, in more ways than one. When he's not blushing at having your hand brush against his, he's fantasizing about what it would feel like to have you fully exposed and writhing under him. But he's not blind, he can see that he isn't the only one who has such fantasies. Not by a long shot.

Still, being the reasonable chap he is, he tries to keep the damage to a minimum and doesn't comment on what the others think of you. Or rather, he hadn't made a comment until right now, until he saw the way Sunghoon's lips curled up into a smirk as he expressed his desire to stuff his cock into you. That's all the push Jake had needed, and now he finds himself engaged in something he never would have dreamed of engaging in, a well-placed punch almost hitting Sunghoon in the jaw had he not dodged at the right moment. 

He knows he should be sensible right now, he knows he should just express his displeasure with words instead of throwing hands, but as he's finds himself being pulled away from the younger, his feet carrying him over to the door in search of you, there's all he can do to restrain his urge to test all the fantasies he's had about you.

Sunghoon

You're his partner, and it sucks that he has to hide his relationship to you. But he can see where you're coming from, not wanting to share the details of what he is to you when you're still at the early stages of dating. He's sure you'll come around and let everyone know you belong to him. And until then, he's content with just getting to love you behind closed doors. Yet there's days when he wants nothing more than to pull you onto his lap and shove his tongue down your throat in front of the others, just so he can tell them to keep their hands off you.

And today definitely is one of those days, his mood more sour than sour cream as he watches Sunoo check you out. The smirk on his face means no well, that much is clear, but when you bend down to pick up the eyeliner that's fallen to the floor, exposing your cute butt to the world, the words that escape the younger (under his breath but loud enough for your boyfriend to hear), end up being his endgame. 

Next thing he knows, you really are on his lap, his teeth digging into your bottom lip, making you let out a gasp of surprise. Yeah, your equation with him is going to become the talk of town now, but if that's what it takes to keep eyes from prying and inappropriate words from slipping, then that's what he's gonna do.

Sunoo

He's still exploring his sexual interests with you, and he's grateful that he gets to go slow and take all the time with you. He wants to learn the ins and outs of how your body responds to his touch, and he wants to be the one to explore what treats and secrets you have in store, just for him. And everyone knows he can get pouty if things don't go the way he wants them to, with the same applying to how he takes to anyone else that's not him getting too handsy with you.

So you can only imagine how annoyed he gets whenever Heeseung is in one of his flirty moods, his hands roaming across your body in a way they shouldn't as you engage in a battle of video games with him. But still, hell doesn't break lose until a little later when he overhears the elder talking to Jay about how he'd love to touch you even more, if only you weren't taken already. 

That's all it takes for him fo get his blood boiling, his hand getting wrapped around your wrist as he pulls you out the front door and out the building, ready to take you over to your own apartment without even answering the questions you throw him, eager to claim you the second you're inside the confines of your own home. 

[babyboibucky]

Don’t Be A Stranger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Summary: Your rough night takes an interesting turn when you meet an old friend and a stranger.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: some insecurity, self-doubt and tad bit of angst sksksks

A/N: Been a while since I last wrote so please forgive me for this messy piece lmao

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“So will I see you again?”

The awkward smile on your face was enough to let your date know that no, definitely not. Not even if he was introduced by a good friend of yours. He was a bit narcissistic and kept on talking shit about his work colleagues.

“Are you kidding me?” John snickered when you politely turned him down.

You shrugged, “I just…I don’t see this going anywhere. I just don’t think we get along well.” You explained and awkwardly stood outside the restaurant.

John rolled his eyes, “That’s probably the reason why no one wants you. Bitch.” He huffed out and brushed past you.

You gasped in disbelief because John was such a gentleman the entire night. But then again, the rejection merely showed his true colors so that was quite a win for you.

“What a fucking dick.” You said with a bitter chuckle.

Letting out a sigh, you checked your watch for the time and realized that it was still too early to head home. Besides, it was a Friday and maybe your friends would want to hang out to cap off the week.

Except that they were all booked— either they were out with their work colleagues or out on a date.

You weren’t one to feel pity for yourself for being single for a long time now, but times like this, you sometimes wished you had someone to keep you company.

It wasn’t like you were desperate for love but looking back on your dating history, it was obvious that you were quite unlucky. None of the men you went out with turned into a full relationship. They were either not ready to commit or just…didn’t like you back.

Fuck John for being a douchebag, you didn’t like him that much anyway but his words made you wonder whether you were the problem all along.

None of your previous dates worked out in your favor and the last time you actually genuinely liked someone, he ended up rejecting you despite the chemistry you felt the two of you had.

“Guess it’s just me, myself and I tonight. Again.” You sighed and decided to go to the bar you frequented at.

-

“Oh thank god, you’re here.” You heaved out a sigh of relief upon seeing your favorite bartender turned good friend, Natasha, at the bar.

Nat chuckled as she watched you heavily sit up on the stool, “Rough date night?” She asked with interest, knowing what your agenda was for the night.

You groaned, “If it was a successful one I wouldn’t be here.”

“Too bad for you but great news for me because with the kind of drink I’m gonna make for you, you’re gonna be tipping me real good.” Nat teased, ignoring your half-hearted protest while mixing up your drink.

She was right though, because aside from her amazing cocktails and great service, you actually really liked the bar’s ambiance.

It wasn’t the kind of bar with smoke machines and loud music, it had a very chill vibe which is why you liked it. Most of the crowd tonight were a groups of friends and couples, in fact, you were the only one who didn’t have any company.

It was rare for you to feel emotional about being alone but with everything that happened tonight, you decided to allow yourself to sulk and feel pretty shitty about it.

Nat handed you your cocktail with a wink before excusing herself to tend to the other customers, leaving you to simply entertain yourself.

As if you weren’t feeling pretty bad enough, you just had to see a particular someone walk in the bar with a beautiful woman trailing behind him.

“Fuck!” You grunted, choking on your drink.

“You okay?” Nat rushed over to you, quickly fetching you a glass of water.

You coughed a couple more times before turning your back to the entrance, clearly hiding from someone. “He’s here!” You whispered.

Nat frowned, “Who’s here?” she asked, stretching his neck to scan the surroundings.

“Bucky!” You responded.

The worried look on Nat’s face quickly turned into an amused grin, there was a hint if disbelief in there but mostly amusement.

“The guy who ghosted you?” Nat said before shaking her head, “Sorry, I meant to say…the guy you really liked but left you hanging.” She corrected herself.

You grimaced at her, “Shut up. That was a long time ago.” You said, still hiding ever so subtly.

Nat narrowed her eyes at you, “I thought you were over him.”

“I am but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to see him again!” You grunted, “C’mon, help me find an escape!”

Nat smirked, “I would, but I think it’s too late for that.”

Frowning again, you scrunch your face in irritation, “What do you mea—“

“I knew it was you.”

God fucking dammit.

Nat merely shrugged her shoulders before teasingly blowing you a kiss, disappearing behind the bar counter to leave you to deal with none other than Bucky.

And his girl. Great.

Slowly turning around, you tried your hardest to look surprised to see him, “Bucky? Wow, I didn’t think you would recognize me.” You awkwardly laugh.

It’s been a little over two years since you last saw him and yet nothing’s changed about him. If any, he had gotten even more handsome— his jawline was still chiseled as ever, eyes the bluest you’d seen. Time has been very kind to him, you sort of hated it.

He looked pleased to see you much to your surprise. How ironic given how awkward he was the last time you two spent time together. The memories were enough to remind you how frustrated you were with what happened.

“I’d recognize you from a mile away.” He said with a small smile.

Hold up, was that your heart accelerating?! You were supposed to hate him after what he did, why the hell did butterflies erupt in your stomach?!

You were close to getting lost in his eyes— again— until Bucky turned to the woman beside him, placing a hand on the small of her back as he introduced her to you.

“This is Naomi, my…uhhh” Bucky said, turning over to Naomi who lightly chuckled.

“Girlfriend. We got into a relationship recently so the whole label thingy is new to us.” She explained, extending her arm for a handshake.

Bucky nodded, “Right. Yes.” He said and introduced you, “She’s…she’s an old friend.”

You felt your chest tighten at the mention of being just an old friend. Technically speaking, you were an old friend but given your history with Bucky, you felt like at some point you were more than just a friend.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shook Naomi’s hand and took it as an opportunity to take a good look at her.

She was tall and had a great body, you could tell that she was fit. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up into a neat ponytail and she just exuded confidence right off the bat.

You wondered how she met Bucky and what was so special about her. There was a slight pang in your heart as you let your thoughts take over your mind.

It could’ve been you.

All this time you thought you were over Bucky, hell, your friends told you that what you had with him wasn’t even that special. What did they call it? A “situationship”? Maybe to them it was just a harmless fling, to you though, it meant more than that.

You thought you were fine but now you were back to wondering where it went wrong. Where you went wrong.

Naomi spoke up and snapped you out of your thoughts, the next thing you knew you were somewhat third-wheeling them when they ended up joining you by the bar.

Despite the countless times you glared at Nat asking for help, none worked because customers started to flood in keeping her occupied.

Apparently, Bucky met Naomi at the gym and they instantly got along well. They shared the same hobbies and with Naomi’s figure and face, who could blame Bucky for asking her out?

You wanted to hate her for making it seem so easy to make Bucky attracted to her. God, you wanted to diss her and roll your eyes at her but she seemed nice. It would only make you look like the bad guy if you hated her.

“So how’d you and Bucky meet?” Naomi asked.

Oh no. You tried to scramble your brain for something but panic got the best of you. However, Bucky swooped in and managed to stay calm as he talked.

“Sam is our mutual friend. I wasn’t the friendliest back then but she was patient and kind. We got along really well.” Bucky explained, looking at you with those eyes that made your knees buckle.

Your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you like that, but you were quick to put out the fire that almost sparked within you because no, you weren’t going to give in to your false assumptions.

Besides, Naomi was around and it would be rude to think that maybe, Bucky realized that he felt the same way for you.

“And did you guys stop hanging out? Seems like it’s been a while since you last caught up with each other.” Naomi asked.

“I’m sorry if I sounded nosy!” She quickly caught herself, “It’s just that I haven’t met any of Bucky’s friends aside from Sam and knowing that he has a female friend that I can hang out with excites me.” She laughed.

Bucky seemed embarrassed and brushed her off, trying to change the topic. But something about seeing him again made you snap.

“Life happened, I guess.” You said nonchalantly, meeting Bucky’s gaze with coldness in your eyes.

“Sometimes people grow apart and you have no idea why.” You added and noticed how taken aback Bucky was.

The silence was a bit awkward and before things could go out of hand, you let out a light laugh and shrugged, “Work got in the way, been very busy with it. But I’m glad we ran into each other again!” You said with faux enthusiasm.

“And I’m glad he has you now, Naomi! I never thought there would come a day when Bucky would be brave enough to get into a relationship.” You added before finishing your drink in one go.

Naomi laughed before agreeing about work getting in the way of friendships. Thankfully, she didn’t seem suspicious of your and Bucky’s past. She excused herself to go to the restroom and kissed Bucky’s cheek before walking away.

Just like that, the atmosphere between you and Bucky changed. You could feel the tension brewing and you were sure Bucky was aware of it too. You decided to keep quiet but he was the first to break the silence.

“How have you been?” He asked.

“Good.” You curtly responded.

Bucky nodded, “I’m sorry if I—“

“We don’t have to talk about it, Bucky. It’s been years and we’re both adults, sometimes things just don’t work out.” You felt pathetic because that was how it was supposed to be and yet you still couldn’t let go of Bucky after all this time.

Maybe he’s the reason why your recent dates and flings never worked out. Because you were so hung up on him even though what you had with him was never official.

You were hoping that one day, he’d come to his senses and regret that he left you hanging. You thought it was going to be today but then Naomi was in the picture.

You felt bitter, you finally admitted it.

Bucky was the one who ghosted you and he got to have the happy ending while you suffered? That didn’t seem fair and maybe you were being petty right now but with the alcohol influencing your emotions, you wanted to get back at him.

You wanted to make him feel bad for leaving you like that, you wanted to prove to him that you were doing so much better than him even after what he did.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Bucky asked.

Naomi returned and wrapped around Bucky’s arm, “What are you two talking about?” She asked with a smile.

“Just asked her whether she’s seeing someone.” Bucky said with a small smile.

Naomi’s eyes glinted with excitement, “Fun! Are you? Because I would love to go on a double date, right Buck?”

There was something in the way Bucky looked at you that you couldn’t quite understand. It was as if he was nervous to know whether you were in fact, seeing someone, like he was hoping you weren’t.

That was when an idea popped into your mind the same time your eyes caught sight of someone who just entered the bar.

Without thinking twice, you nodded with a smirk, “I am and he’s actually about to join us.”

The man you were eyeing looked a bit older than Bucky, he was tanned and had a pair of smoldering eyes that could command an entire room with a single look. Dark and curly hair with a stance that oozed with authority— he was perfect.

“Hey, stranger!” You called out.

The man looked at you in confusion and despite your nerves, you managed to beckon for him to come closer.

His thick brows furrowed when he reached you, opening his mouth to probably ask who the hell you were. But you were quick to shut him up when you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

The kiss probably didn’t last long but it felt like time slowed down when your lips met his. He didn’t return it but didn’t push you away either. Before pulling apart, you stole a quick glance at Bucky and smirked when you saw the frown on his face.

You pulled away from the kiss but only to press another one on the man’s cheek, near his ear before whispering, “Play along, please.”

“What took you so long?” You asked, wiping the hint of lipstick on the stranger’s lips using your thumb.

You almost thought that he was going to freak out and embarrass you, but then he grabbed your wrist before you could even remove your hand from his face and press a kiss on your palm.

“Sorry, babe. Got held up at work.” He said.

You subtly let out a sigh of relief before turning to Bucky and Naomi, “This is Bucky, an old friend…” you said with emphasis, “and his girlfriend, Naomi.”

And then you looked at the stranger worriedly when you realized that he was that— a stranger, whose name you didn’t even ask.

Not like you had a chance to do so with the bold stunt you just pulled.

“And this is my boyfriend…” you carefully trailed, glancing at the man nervously.

He cleared his throat and extended his arm, firmly shaking Bucky’s hand first before introducing himself.

“Marc. Marc Spector.”

[halcyon-writings]

HI *twirls hair* what if u wrote abt dislyte boys (of ur choosing) being carried by their s/o after they get hurt?

I haven’t written for them yet so I’m gonna do Tang Xuan and Li Ling! But also lowkey *shakes them* please why is floor 80 so hard jdgksjgkds

these are also gonna be in hc format (yall pls remember to add in if you want hcs or a fic/scenario)

cw/tw: minor injuries, but nothing graphically described, some spoilers for character lore/backstory.

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Like all missions for the Esper Union, there is a certain level of risk one must realize that they have to accept. Tang Xuan was no exception to this risk. While he normally wasn't the one having to deal with any sort of injuries (despite his excitable nature, he knew when to be careful), there were times where he too ended up having to make a trip to the medical tent on site to get treatment from whoever had accompanied them.

And unfortunately for him, he was a bit more injured than what he would have been happy with. (It was after Yun had left the Union. Not that he would have admitted it, but Xuan was certainly not completely at his best. Distracted? Totally.) Which was how he ended up with blood on his temple, and his foot giving a searing pain anytime he put pressure on it. So getting to the medical tent was a bit more of a struggle than what he would have liked.

He had known you were a part of this mission as well, but seeing as how you had your own responsibilities, the esper wasn't expecting to see you so soon. Your expression shocked but also worried for him. Having confided in you with what had happened with his brother but still not deciding to take a break from the Union, as the miramon certainly wouldn't take breaks for him either, your concern practically doubled-no, tripled.

What he wasn't expecting however, was one of your arms going underneath his knees, and the other behind his back as you had lifted him into your arms, keeping him close to yourself. Despite his slightly woozy state, Xuan feels a rush of heat on his face. Stammering that he didn't need to be carried only for you to insist otherwise and keep going along. The fact that you had cared enough to do so, even though it was a little embarrassing, warmed his heart just a bit. Once the embarrassment settles, he’s happy to be carried by you, laughter most likely caused by adrenaline (and maybe a little bit of embarrassment).

Contrary to his friend, a certain long haired and rambunctious young man has a slightly different reaction. Li Ling's own prideful nature, probably wouldn't realize he has to go to see someone for an injury unless he's almost dying. (Just kidding, but it's definitely one of those "It's my injury stay out of it." moments.) He sees that his strength is far above that of either miramon or Shadow Decree members, so how could they hurt him of all people? Plus he’s just that good that he wouldn’t get distracted, right?

Wrong. Even despite his skill as an Esper, he wasn’t infallible. Li Ling’s still a human after all. So when he’s unexpectedly attacked, a simple patrol didn’t warrant his attention as much as other work did, he unfortunately let his judgement slip just this once. A lucky hit, he grumbles, while your frank look proves your disbelief. Thankfully it wasn’t just him caught off-guard, otherwise he surely wouldn’t live down the embarrassment.

Only he stumbles once you convince (according to him: nag) him enough to go see any of the Union’s several medical specialists. That's when you decide he probably shouldn't walk the rest of the way there. Unceremoniously, you take him in your arms, and carry him the rest of the way while he makes a rather embarrassing noise that's a mix between a yell and a squawk. He insists that he is more than capable of walking himself and you respond dryly with just, "and do what? bump into a miramon if they so happen to appear again?"

He grumbles. Face flushed and expression flustered because even with his more fearsome reputation, there is undoubtedly going to be stares. (Xuan and Lewis stare in awe because no one has ever really made him speechless like that before, and he simply flips them off at hearing an awkward cough hiding a laugh.) Even with the short walk there, Li Ling will admit that it's kind of nice to be carried around like this (as with his extra arms, he's probably doing most of the carrying), will probably start getting comfy only when you actually have to put him down, but he'll never admit that. Although for his sake, indulge him once in a while, would you?

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Lady Days

A/N: Listen... WE ALL NEED A GOOD PERIOD STORY, OKAY? So I wrote one because all of us know those MCR boys would be the most respectful mfers on the planet when it comes to periods. Pairing: Gerard x F!Reader (and a tad bit of MCR x F1Reader) Word count: 2,264 words Warnings: Swearing

“Gerard,” Frank came rushing out of the bus, both out of breath and frantically searching.

“Hm?” The black hair man asked, holding a tray full of coffees as his eyes turned to the other man under his sunglasses.

“There’s something really wrong with Y/N.” Frank explained, flailing his hands all over the place like a madman.

“Huh?” Gerard asked again, his face growing a bit more serious, pushing his glasses up his face to fit on the top of his head.

“She’s all,” Frank sighed, trying to formulate the correct word, “Pissy, but in like a really mean tiger kinda way?” “What happened?” Gerard sighed, making his way to the bus doors before Frank stopped him.

“She woke up all groggy, went to the bathroom, and came out absolutely pissed. I’ve never seen her that bad. Like a teenager, but worse.” Gerard’s eyebrows rose and he only needed one answer to confirm his suspicion.

“Was she throwing insults?” Frank nodded.

“Everyone got a taste of it.” Gerard sighed with a long huff.

“Fuck,” He muttered handing Frank the coffee, “I’ll be right back, let Harold know we absolutely cannot leave yet.”

“Where are you going? What’s happening?” Frank asked in his flabbergasted manner.

“I’m going to get her a hibiscus tea, it helps with-” He took another grand sigh, “Frank, she’s on her period. And it was unexpected. I’m also running to the pharmacy down the street to find her some chocolate, a new heating pad, and whatever else her heart desires.” Frank nodded, it now all making sense. Sure, he of course had his fair share of period drama, especially given the fact he and Jamia had been together since forever ago, but he had never really had to witness Y/N’s numerous painful periods.

Y/N laid in her dark bunk, head staring at the wall next to her, wrapped under her blanket. Her legs shifted uncomfortably, the stupid pad she was wearing was a dreaded feeling she hated. And that was on top of the searing low abdominal cramps.

Tears began to flood her eyes from the absolute frustration she held. She had taken her pill every damn day, made sure of it. Her OBGYN promised these would work, and for five months they did. And now she was back to square one, without even skipping a day.

As she closed her eyes she felt her phone buzz, and with a huff grabbed it.

Hello, lovely. I’m running to the pharmacy, need anything? She was even too embarrassed to talk to her boyfriend of a year and a half.

She needed a lot right now. More pads, chocolate, one of those expensive ass heating pads that were also massagers... damn those were a brilliant invention. She also needed a new OBGYN, but post this episode, her ass was going to be Googling for days.

Pads, please. I’ll send you a photo of the packaging, it gets kinda confusing. Also, a heating pad, please? Thanks.

Gerard was hastily walking into the store right as his own phone buzzed. He read the message quickly. Pads and a heating pad. Got it. He nodded to himself, grabbing a basket and ready to fill it until it physically couldn’t fit anything. She must’ve been a fool thinking that was all she was getting.

He already knew what pads she needed, after countless trips to the pharmacy while she was at home in excruciating pain, he kinda had it memorized. Thankfully heating pads were in the same aisle. Scanning over them, he found just the one he knew she liked at home. It was a huge, massaging one. She adored the thing, and despite the $60 price tag, he plopped it in his basket with no hesitation.

Now onto ice cream... she had a sensitive stomach during her periods, and the last thing he wanted to endorse was a mixture of bowel and uterus cramps. It sounded like the closest thing earth could get to hell. He went with chocolate, since more advanced flavors were typically the ones to upset her stomach. Vanilla was too plain, and well, it was that time of the month.

He made another dash for the chocolate section, but shit they had gummy bears too... so he grabbed both of course. Milk and dark, those were her favorites. He finished out in the self checkout, getting everything quickly and throwing it in a bag, paying and running out.

And back to the local coffee shop. He had initially gotten her an iced coffee with a dash of almond milk, just like she liked it. But caffeine with strong flavors was not a good choice for her stomach, and tea was her favorite non-morning drink. They always kept the house stocked with countless tea bags of all kinds and flavors, but hibiscus iced was her favorite, and was good on her stomach. So he got her a large, not sure how well any other size would go over, and again, rushed out.

Finally, running up the steps on the bus, he darted in and to her bunk. Her curtain was closed, and with a deep sigh of preparation, he just peeked in. “Hey, hon.” He said with a smile and a caring tone. She rolled over lightly, her eyes full of exhaustion.

“I got you some stuff.” She nodded, groaning as she sat up, allowing him to push the curtain back. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed, handing her the bag and her tea. She happily sighed with the small smile she could force, looking back up at him.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.” She told him lightly, as she shuffled through the bag. “You got me my heating pad.” He nodded and she gasped. “Fucking hell I got lucky.” He lightly chuckled.

“If you need anything else-” “Stay.” She demanded and he nodded, “Please?” He nodded again, letting a smile crack.

She adjusted so there was enough room for him to lay next to her on the outer edge of the bunk, closing the curtain before going to be the big spoon, his hand gravitating to her lower stomach where he slowly began rubbing. She groaned.

“Is that too painful?” He asked and she shook her head.

“It’s good.” She muttered into his arm that was seated under her head.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He mentioned with a ting of legitimate sympathy in his voice.

“It’s okay.” She replied, “I’m just gonna murder my OB when we get back.” He chuckled.

“We’ll find you a new one.” He told her, “No worries, my love.”

The drive was long. She wasn’t sure who the hell secured these tour dates so far from each other but right about now she wanted to scream in their face. Despite her boyfriend being at her disposal, laying next to her in the crammed bunk, she was still just bothered by... ugh, the world.

God, she had to play tonight too! For once in her life she didn’t actually want to pick up a guitar, and if she did she wanted to play until her fingers bled of crimson blood and then smash the thing into the ground to take all of her grievances on mother nature out of her. Gerard could easily sense the tension in the muscles of hers he held.

“Relax, baby.” He cooed into her ear.

“You’re telling a woman on her period to relax,” She mumbled, “Just about as bad as telling a woman going into labor to relax.” He didn’t fight back, knowing it would just be back and forth banter that he would not win, so he gave her a kiss on her shoulder.

“It’s only 30 minutes to the venue, try and get some rest.” He insisted, and she followed.

Yet it felt like much longer than 30 minutes when she woke up, and no Gerard next to her. And none of Frank’s obnoxious talking, or Ray’s movies, or Mikey’s... well, no, Mikey was actually pretty silent. She curiously rolled out of her bunk, finding a note right on the counter.

Hey Hon, we started rehearsal. If you still don’t feel well don’t hesitate to stay back... you were black out when we got here and I didn’t want to disturb you. If you’re still not feeling well by show time, we got back up. Xo, G

She both smiled and grimaced to herself. Yes he was being sweet, but did he just assume she couldn’t play due to her period? Sexist motherfu- oh, shit. She bent over with another cramp.

But she was determined as ever, grabbing her pass and walking towards the venue, security helping to guide her to the stage. She marched on, her pride seemingly temporarily drowning out the pain that was still minorly present, as Gerard shot her a surprised look, soon followed by a smile.

Everything was alright up until showtime, she had downed the allowed daily dose of six Advil despite knowing after years of this bullshit that it definitely didn’t do anything, grabbed her guitar, and went on as she always did.

She made it through the first five songs... more like forced herself to. Gerard was obsessively looking back, dancing around her and making sure she was okay. He could easily read her like a wide open book with font size 72, and his mind growing more weary every second she began to zone out more.

She was cramping... worst than ever. Her fingers still played, but her body was completely still. Her head facing down and face dead with wide eyes as she clearly went through another episode of cramps. Gerard could tell, and there was no way she could logically make it through another song.

And as much as she hated to admit it, she knew she couldn’t either. The slashing twisting pain right below her stomach was causing her to zone out to a point where her fingers were about to lose control. She could feel her mind easing out of consciousness and into overdrive as it tried to prevent her from aggravating the cramps.

“Hon,” She was brought back briefly by a whisper in her ear. Looking up the stage was pitch black but she could still see the huge audience, Gerard’s hand on her shoulder, “You need to-” “I can’t do this.” She admitted looking up at him with a pained face. He looked down at her, and despite the darkness of the stage, she could see his tight smile and nod. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before she ran off before another cramp started, her backup stepping in promptly with his guitar and leaving their manager to walk her back to the bus.

She was beyond disappointed in herself. She never wanted her stupid period and the absurdly painful cramps to define her and her ability to do something, yet they did. She probably looked like a fool out there, zoned out with nothing but her fingers moving, but oh well. At least she tried.

She hopped right back into her bunk, closing the blinds as she gazed at the wall that was oddly close to her face in embarrassment. She hated being a woman sometimes, and now was definitely one of them. But she also knew functioning like a normal human being was nearly impossible given her level of pain. She wrapped herself under her duvet and throw blanket, quickly falling right back into sleep after the exhaustion of only a few songs.

The sound of muffled voices woke her some time later. It was already pretty late at night, so she figured getting up was probably not a bad idea to put herself back to sleep later and to say goodnight to everyone else.

As she arose from her bunk, looking trashy as ever, she noticed everyone in the living room looking and smiling at her, their faces loopy as her eyes slowly readjusted to the lighting. “Hey hon,” She heard Gerard as she yawned, looking over to where he now stood.

“Hey.” She mumbled as he walked over to give her a hug.

“You doing alright?” He mumble whispered into her hair and she nodded.

“Mhm.” She hummed back as his warmth engulfed her.

“Good,” He smiled, pulling away, “We, uh, we brought you food.” He beamed as Frank pointed to a covered plate on the counter.

“Aw, thanks guys.” She warmly smiled, walking over to uncover whatever goodness was under it.

“They had chicken tenders, figured that would be a safe option. And fries of course, and extra ranch, I remembered that.” Gerard began, “Also, uh, Diet Coke? That usually helps your stomach, right? And- oh yeah! They had brownies! Chocolate helps with all that right? Or is that just a myth, I’m not sure-” Before he could even finish she had jumped on him, wrapping him in a hug.

“Best. Boyfriend. Ever.” She smiled as he rubbed her back, smiling back.

“It’s really no problem, truly.” He told her, “I’m just so sorry you hurt so much.” She sighed.

“It’s not your fault.” She responded.

“Hey, and uh, don’t beat yourself up about tonight.” Ray chimed in as she looked over Gerard’s shoulder to see him lightly smiling. “Really, we’ve all had bad, painful days. And while none of us can really, ya know, empathize totally-” “We can sympathize enough.” Mikey finished as she sweetly smiled at all of them, on the verge of tears.

“You guys are gonna make me fucking cry!” She exclaimed as they all chuckled, “How did I get so lucky?”

[ilalos]

Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 1/2

Summary: You’re Simon’s cousin and you are ready for your first social season, excited for the courting and dancing. Your plans are shattered when you find yourself in an arranged marriage to none other than Lord Anthony Bridgerton, the one man who avoided love like it was the plague.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, arranged marriage, tiny bit of angst, Anthony is an idiot, if you think of anything else please let me know.

Word count: 2.5k

It was the second season the duke and duchess had the pleasure of enjoying together in their London home. The duke’s household had been rejoicing in the arrival of baby A for a year now and the family was also preparing themselves for the birth of their second child. One might think that they would rather spend these blissful moments away from the chaos that the social season brought, and one might be right.

Simon and Daphne had opted to miss this social season in view of the fact that Daphne would be heavily pregnant when the summer started and would be at risk of having the baby in London instead of the comfort of her home. They chose instead to visit the Bridgerton home before the season started so Daphne could be with her family for a couple weeks with no added stress.

But their plans changed when Simon’s aunt, seeing that they were going to London, decided to ship you, her daughter, with them so you could be part of the social season and hopefully find yourself a husband. The couple had agreed to take you to London and also to chaperone you throughout the social season.

You were a good, polite, and well-prepared lady; your mother had sent you to the finest finishing school in the country to make sure you were molded into the perfect bride. Despite the extensive preparations your mother had subjugated you to, there was one thing they couldn’t take away from you and that was the desire to marry for love. Everyone told you that what mattered was how well you could marry, that you’d eventually grow to tolerate your husband and that your children would give you more than enough joy; but that just didn’t seem enough for you. It didn’t matter how you felt about a loveless marriage though, your mother had been clear when she told you that you had this one season to find a husband and if you didn’t she’d choose for you whomever she seemed fit.

On the day of your arrival you learned she didn’t intend to give you even one season and, with no previous notice to you or him, you were introduced to Anthony Bridgerton as his bride.

Violet Bridgerton had grown tired of her son’s refusal to marry and after pressing him about the matter he admitted he was looking for a wife this season; she didn’t trust him to choose well and when Daphne wrote to her mother about you, she decided it was the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. And so, with your mother’s blessing, Lord Bridgerton was given your hand in marriage.

“I beg your pardon?” Anthony was shocked, to say the least.

“You heard me, son, this is Lady (y/l/n) and she is to be your bride”

You couldn’t think, move or do anything but stand there staring at the man you were supposed to marry. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish and Daphne had to guide you to take a seat because she feared you might faint. Anthony then excused himself and fled to his study with Simon hot on his heels.

“I’m deeply sorry for throwing this at you with no warning, your mother warned that if you were told before you got here you might have refused to come at all” Violet apologized taking a seat in front of you and taking one of your hands between hers.

“Anthony is a wonderful man and I’m certain you will learn to like him, maybe even love him” continued Daphne.

Meanwhile, in Anthony’s office, a similar conversation was being held.

“What excuse do you have now to reject her?” Asked Simon

“I don’t know her, that’s enough to not want this marriage”

“You said you didn’t wish to love the person you had to marry, so I don’t see the big deal in not knowing her” Simon served himself and Anthony a drink as he spoke.

“Even with that being true, I also said she had to be smart and at least interesting to talk to” he took a small sip of his drink “and also that it wouldn’t hurt if she happened to be beautiful”

“And isn’t she?” Simon raised a brow behind his cup before continuing “She is incredibly smart, kind and she also attended the best finishing school available in the London area, which means she is as proper as a lady can be”

“Well yes, but-”

“Your only problem with her is that your mother forced her upon you”

“My only problem is that I saw in her face she had no idea she was betrothed to me, it is not fair for her to be forced to a short and loveless marriage like ours will be” Anthony finished his drink and slammed the cup on his desk, he knew there was no way out of this.

“She, as any lady in the country, knows that her duty is to marry well” Simon placed his cup softly besides Anthony’s “You’re the most desirable bachelor this season, there’s no better man for her if we look at status, money, and age”

Anthony limited himself to roll his eyes and remained silent, he knew Simon was right but it still stung that because of him you were now forced to be married to a man you didn’t love.

“Well, she’ll be a young widow so she’ll eventually have a chance at finding love”

A knock on the door interrupted Simon’s answer and he was thankful because he was quite frankly tired of Anthony’s certainty that he would die young, he understood that Edmund’s death had been hard for him but it was still tiresome to hear him speak like that constantly.

“Yes?” Called Anthony from his desk, prompting Gregory to enter.

“Mother requests both your presences in the dining hall for supper, now”

The rest of the day was uneventful, Anthony refused to speak to you and you were too shocked to utter a single word to anyone. After supper you excused yourself and went to bed early, when you had laid down Daphne entered your room and gave you a letter from your mother before saying good night and wishing you sweet dreams. You sat up and decided to read the letter before bed, maybe it would bring you some comfort.

“My dearest daughter,

If you’ve received this letter it means that you know about your engagement to lord Bridgerton, we couldn’t find a way to tell you because we feared you might refuse to travel to London if you knew. I hope you understand that all I’m trying to do is securing your future, the viscount is a kind man and you’ll be safe with him. I sincerely wish for you to be happy by his side, and maybe even learn to love him.

I know your father is looking down at you proudly and I’m certain he’ll bless your union with happiness, you were his sunshine and he’ll always take care of you no matter where he is, as will I.

Love,

Your mother who loves you”

You couldn’t help but feel angry at your mother for lying to you like that as if you were a child with no control over your own emotions. It would’ve been nice to know about your fate before you got here, it would have saved you from daydreaming about balls and love matches that you now knew were never going to be possible. Still, you were grateful that they had chosen Anthony, they might as well had promised you to an ugly old man. So you fell asleep that night disappointed on the false expectations you were allowed to have, but grateful for having secured the best bachelor in the season without even trying; it might not have been a love match but at least it was a good one.

-this time jump is brought to you by Roma, my golden retriever-

“If we are to be married no matter what, shouldn’t you spare me the pain of courting her?” Anthony was straightening his tie as he spoke to his mother.

“Courting, in this case, isn’t meant to convince her to marry you, it’s so society can see your intentions are respectable” she took over his hands and settled the bow tie once and for all “this ball is the perfect opportunity for everyone to see you both as a couple”

“And you act as if you weren’t already attending for Eloise” Benedict entered the room also dressed for the ball.

“Chaperoning, not dancing” clarified Anthony.

“It’s only one dance, my lord, it will be over before we know it” you had entered the room without anyone noticing and Anthony was a little taken back by your beauty, but recovered quickly enough.

“The dance might be, but the ball will be unending” with that he left the room to go and rush Eloise, they were going to be late.

You frowned a little looking at his retreating form, he hadn’t said anything about the way you looked, not one single compliment for his future wife. Benedict must have noticed your disappointment because he swiftly stepped in to make you feel better.

“You look positively stunning (y/n)” he kissed your hand with a small wink “My brother sure is a lucky man”

“That he is” called Daphne from the door “Here you go darling” he placed a tiara on your head, “I told you it would look wonderful with your dress, now let’s go” she patted your back softly “Simon’s waiting for us in the carriage”

“We’ll see you at the ball, my dear” called Violet seeing her daughter to the door.

The ball was beautiful and you felt overwhelmed by the number of people in the room. Simon and Daphne guided you through the room and you felt everyone’s stares on you, you hadn’t presented before the queen because you were already in courtship with Lord Bridgerton so everyone was seeing you for the very first time.

Daphne had begun to feel tired and Simon had left to fetch her some lemonade while she found somewhere to sit down for a while, leaving you unchaperoned and praying no one would approach you while they were gone.

“Excuse me, miss?” So much for prayers.

“Yes?” Yo faked a smile as best as you could looking at the old man in front of you.

“I see you have so much space in your dancing card, perhaps I could book myself the next dance?” Your card was in fact empty because your darling fiancé had yet to appear.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible Mr. Wyatt, since she’s dancing with me,” said Anthony who had gotten to you just in time.

“Perhaps the next one, then?” Persisted Mr. Wyatt.

“That would be my dance” this time it was Benedict who saved you “Would you look at that? Her card is full, maybe you could try on the next ball” You hadn’t even noticed them scribbling all the Bridgerton’s names on your dancing card until it was full, but it now was and you were thankful for it.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had had to dance with that man” you thanked Benedict.

“What are brothers for if not to protect future sisters-in-law from dancing with horrid men?” He joked back, making you giggle.

“Well then, let’s have our dance and get this over with” Anthony broke you from your fit of giggles.

“Remember you two, you have to look madly in love” at his brother's comment Anthony only managed to huff some curse words under his breath, dragging you to the dance floor by the wrist.

Once on the dance floor, you both got in position, and when the waltz started you began gliding through the dance floor gracefully.

“For someone who says he doesn’t like balls, you are an exceptional dancer,” you said in a playful tone.

“Mother made us take classes when we were little, any respectable man should be a decent dancer”

“They paid off, it’s a pleasure dancing with you” he didn’t respond to anything so you continued “Are there other talents you are hiding from me, Lord Bridgerton?”

“Not that I’m aware off, miss (y/l/n)” his answer was short and it was clear he didn’t care for conversation.

It had been like this since the two of you had been introduced, any attempt you made to get to know him better was quickly shut down by him. It was as if he wanted to remain a stranger to you, but you were to be married and you at least wanted to know a little about him besides his name and his clear lack of humor.

When the dance ended you left the dance floor and met with Colin by the beverages table.

“Why so sad, love?” The pet name caught you off guard but you assumed it had something to do with the alcohol you could smell on his breath.

“It’s nothing, Colin” you attempted to smile as you served yourself a small glass of lemonade “Have you seen my cousin?” You asked before he continued asking questions.

“He is by those tables with Daphne, a ball is no place for a pregnant lady” Colin pointed to the other corner of the room.

You thanked him and walked to where he had pointed, you were ready to leave, and also what Colin said was true, being in this ball was very stressful for Daphne so the earlier you left the better. Soon you spotted your cousin, his wife, and, to your horror, Anthony.

“Cousin! What are you doing here? I thought you’d be dancing with Benedict” said Simon.

“I was thirsty so I went to get some lemonade, here” you handed a glass to Daphne “I brought you some”

“How nice of you, thank you” she took a small sip “shouldn’t you be having fun? It’s your first ball dear”

“I think I’m quite tired already” you turned to look at Simon “Perhaps we could leave, cousin?”

“If you wish” he looked you up and down, making sure you were alright “Why don’t you and Anthony promenade around the room while I send for the carriage? Just to end the night right, at least in the eyes of the people”

You simply nodded and watched the way Anthony rolled his eyes as he offered you his arm. His plain rejection of you always hurt you, you knew he didn’t love you but never did you expect him to despise you. You walked by his side with a soft smile planted on your face but on the inside, you were hurting because with each day you saw your future clearer, and what the future held for you was being married to a man who could not stand you and would never love you. But then he lead you to your carriage and kissed your cheek when you were out of everyone's view, maybe he didn't find you so bad after all.

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Hi! I hope you enjoyed reading this, if you like it let me know i love the feedback. I’m kind of in love with Anthony atm so that’s why this is the second story I’ve written of him. Thanks for reading! :)

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ೃ ⋆｡˚. JJ X FEM STUDIOUS!READER .ೃ࿔* WARNINGS! — canon typical violence, suggestive content, and mild swearing!

CONTENT — jj x fem studious!kook reader (as in like,,,all around perfect confident student aiming for valedictorian type shit)

SUMMARY — in which jj has a playful relationship with the reader, who he thinks is trying to get with pope. the reader meanwhile is interested in jj but enjoys teasing him a bit.

A/N — feel like my headcanons get too long and wordy so i sucked up my fear and wrote a little imagine. uh,,,hope you enjoy it, sorry asf if it sucks, it’s 3am and i have work tomorrow but i wanted to post, i’ll edit it soon!!!

YOU ONLY KNEW JJ MAYBANK BECAUSE OF SCHOOL. well, you didn’t know him, per say, but you’d interacted with him enough to know you were friends. the two of you never had too many opportunities to interact seeing as you were in ap after ap, while jj was…not. however, electives existed, and fortunately, you managed to share two of them with jj maybank.

jj was funny, cute, and had this weird way of always knowing exactly how to brighten your day. granted, he was rarely ever at school, so he didn’t brighten your day all that often, but despite that fact you still managed to harbor a silly little crush on the infamous jj maybank. could anyone really blame you though? with those eyes, that hair, and that laugh, it was practically inevitable.

luckily for you, jj had actually decided to show up at school today. you had seen him walk in alongside his crew just before the bell rang. you had decided against approaching him in front of the others since you weren’t sure if he had ever mentioned your friendship (if you could even call it that) to them. you did know, however, that the group took the whole “kooks vs pogues” fued very seriously and you weren’t exactly in any rush to start petty drama because you crossed some imaginary line.

and sure, while you found the war between the kooks and the pogues relatively stupid, you still found it strangely endearing how they always ran around causing trouble together and having one another’s back. it was something you could say you envied, seeing as you didn’t really socialize outside of school.

it wasn’t until the end of the school day that you saw jj again, leaning against a wall as he scrolled through his phone, most liking waiting for his friends. you watched him curiously, mentally debating whether or not to approach him. you knew you’d do something stupid if you did and it wasn’t exactly smart to get involved with jj, even platonically. he was the sort of distraction you couldn’t really afford.

which is exactly why you held your head high and made your way towards him. what the hell am i doing? “i must be dreaming. is that really you, jj?”

jj’s head shot up at his name, smiling and pushing himself off the wall at the sight of the smartest girls in his grade making her way towards him. of course, his opinion was biased but no body had to know that. back when the two of you were still in the same academic league (elementary school, if we’re being exact), he remembered you’d slide him answers whenever there was a quiz he was noticeably struggling on, and he never even had to ask. that was about six years ago, and now those fond little elementary school memories are partially what’s stopped him from immediately scowling at the sight of you, a kook, throughout those same six years.

you hadn’t done anything to him to fuel that hatred except have everything: a good family, brains, friends, money. he knew it was unfair to despise you for a life you were born into but he didn’t really care, it was kooks vs pogue’s after all. except, he couldn’t despise you. not one bit. and everyday that became an ounce more obvious.

once you got close enough to him, jj held out his arms. “there’s my favorite answer sheet.”

“shut up,” you laughed, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down into a tight hug. “i haven’t seen you in forever, where the hell have you been!”

why’d you have to make it so incredibly hard for jj to hate you? even in the few electives you shared, you were always so helpful and kind to him. you’d listen to him talk about anything with big, kind, enthusiastic eyes and he’d have to refrain from kissing your pretty face every time. whenever he didn’t understand work or wasn’t listening to instructions, you’d huff with a gorgeous smile and help him out with whatever it was he needed. you always expressed your concern when he was absent for a little too long, he really didn’t know how to take it.

it almost let jj forget that you were a kook and he was just another pogue, unable to provide for you in the way a partner should.

“what can i say, i’m a busy man.” jj hugged you back, relishing in the cool feel of your skin against his. pulling away, he shoved his hands in his pockets, “let me guess, you’re looking for pope?”

the question threw you off a bit, because initially sure, you had been looking for pope. you couldn’t help the pride you felt when you heard pope was aiming to receive a scholarship, and a generous one at that. which is why you had been looking for him, to try and convince him to take part in the student government in hopes that maybe it would up his chances of impressing those at the scholarship interview.

“uhm, yes, actually?” you quirked an eyebrow, mildly surprised. “do you know where he is?”

“uh, no but i’ll ask him.” jj said as he started typing on his phone.

eyeing him as he sent a message, your lips quirked into a small smile, “you look nice today, jay, d’you finally decide to take a shower?”

“funny,” jj smiled, shaking his head with a small chuckle before looking up from his phone. “pope’s caught up talking to a teacher. need me to pass a message?”

“that’s okay, i was hoping to ask him myself.”

jj figured that much based on your body language; you were most likely going to confess to pope, probably even ask him out. while his predictions have been known to fall a bit short sometimes, this made sense because the two of you actually seemed compatible. jj wouldn’t admit he was mildy jealous of the attention you gave pope since the two of you shared more classes together, but it was always there, sitting in an ugly pile in his chest.

jj nodded in understanding, tucking his phone back into his pocket. seeing as you looked a bit on edge, he decided to try and ease your nerves a bit. “hey relax, i’m sure he’ll say yeah.”

you squinted your eyes slightly, how the hell does he know? but you couldn’t hold back the smile forming on your lips at the news that pope would accept the offer. “and you’re sure about that?”

“i mean, why wouldn’t he?” jj shrugged, trying to wave off the mild hurt. “you’re smart, he’s smart, you guys are like two smart peas in a little educated pod. it’s uh, perfect.”

your smile dropped as you realized the miscommunication that had occurred. “oh no, no no, i’m not asking pope out.”

“oh,”

“yeah, no, i’m just asking him to consider being vp.” you laughed softly as you pulled the folded flier out of your pocket and handed it to him. “the spot’s been empty since sherry transferred and i think pope would be great for the position.”

“right,” jj exhaled with a smile. “my fault.”

“no, it’s okay.” you hummed, and against your better judgement, you attempted to shoot your shot with jj maybank. “don’t get me wrong, pope is great but i’ve kind of got my eyes on this other guy.”

“yeah?”

“mhm, he’s funny and sweet, and incredible at surfing. you wouldn’t happen to know who i’m talking about by any chance?”

“you think he’s an incredible surfer?” jj’s lips quirked up into a smirk.

“oh is that the only part that stuck?”

“maybe,”

“then yeah, i think he’s an incredible surfer. i’m pretty sure everyone here knows he’s an incredible surfer.” you scoffed before looking down at your notebooks and clearing your throat. “do you think i, uh, stand a chance?”

jj’s smirk faltered as he watched you await his answer. “you don’t think you stand a chance?”

you shrugged, “i don’t know, he’s kind of out of my lea—”

“no, hey, you definitely stand a chance, alright?” jj quickly dismissed your concern. “i’ll take you out any day of the week, just name a time and place.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you purse your lips. “jj, i was talking about john b.”

jj’s eyebrows raise and before he could even fully react, you burst out in a laugh and quickly shake your head, “i’m kidding, i’m kidding! i am talking about you, jay, i’m sorry!”

“oh so you’re just in a funny mood, huh?” jj glared at you, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer as the two of you began walking towards the student parking lot.

“you should’ve seen your face!” you laughed, poking at his side. “that was the funniest thing i’ve witnessed in weeks.”

“yeah, yeah, you got me.” jj shook his head as he walked you to your car.

“so about that date?” you asked as the two of you reached your car. leaning against it, you looked up at jj as you spoke. “did you mean it?”

“i meant what i said,” jj assured, “name a time and place.”

“how about—“

“nope, sorry, i’m actually super busy that day.” jj fake winced, “don’t worry though, i’m sure i have a free day somewhere in there.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, “hmmm, i think i’ve changed my mind.”

“hey now,” jj laughed, taking your hand in his. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves. how about tomorrow? is tomorrow good?”

“you want to take me out on a tuesday?” you snort, adoring the way his nose crinkled with his smile.

“hell yeah, we can ditch school. i know this super good breakfast joint just a couple blocks down.“ he suggested, thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

“jay, i can’t skip school, it’ll ruin my—“

“your perfect attendance, how could i forget.” jj teased with a playful roll of his eyes.

you laughed, “tomorrow after school works, except you can pick what we’re doing, because i’ll just make you help me study.”

“i’d be okay with that,” jj scoffed, “you strip every time you get one wrong and i’ll strip every time you get one right.”

“that’s cute, but only one of us would be left naked.” you laughed as you detached your hand from his to open your car door, “and it wouldn’t be me.”

jj was left grinning like an idiot as you got in your car, and he tapped on the glass to make you roll down the window. when you finally rolled it down, he pursed his lips and shrugged a shoulder, “see, i’m not entirely opposed to that though.”

“ha, ha, jj.” you hum as you gently pushed his face away. “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? and hey, if you need a ride home, i don’t mind driving you.”

“nah, that’s okay.”

“i’m serious, jj, i don’t mind.”

“yeah i know, i know, but it’s cool, i’ve got john b.” jj assured, biting back a smile.

“wipe that stupid grin off your face, jay.”

“sorry, sorry, you just sound really cute trying to take me home with you.”

“oh fuck off!”

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The Brilliance of Break On Through

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War Mission Break on Through—An Analysis

I have replayed the campaign of COD:BOCW numerous times—too many times truly. Did a whole playthrough where it was Hardened and soon I’m sure I shall do Veteran(something I have never done for any COD game. Not even Hardened.).

All missions have their own unique qualities—parts where the player gets a little rush of adrenaline depending on the kind of mission and how they choose to play it (Nowhere Left to Run just a plain shooting match while Brick in the Wall you can choose to remain stealthy like the good spy you are or go crazy like an eager homicidal maniac).

Even within the safehouse, there are plenty of little details to discover if you take the time to look around and observe everyone. Or, everything. (The radio if turned to a Russian station/correspondence, Adler changes it back immediately before Da Nang mission. Watching Park’s body language, as you talk to Adler and she periodically looks over to you two. Adler suspicious when you go to the Red Room or the locked room with the arcade. The T.V. being turned on in the Red Room)

But the amount of details, details, in the mission Break on Through is outstanding. I have played this mission more than any other due to me wishing to look at all the details. There’s so many, I think I may miss some. And I can’t show them off all to you cause I suck at creating gifs and don’t know how to transfer that from Xbox to my phone.

To lighten it up a bit, I won’t focus on the four different scenarios you go through—at least not each one. That would take too long and I do not have gifs/pics to show it off since Tumblr limits it to ten anyways.

I will, however, try to guide to what parts of the game you all can explore if you choose to do so. As well just how detailed they did this mission.

I am going to start with the different statements Adler says to you throughout all the Scenarios(17, 6, 11, 1). We only go through four in the actual game—but the fact it goes up to 17 or possibly more shows just how far they went in and messed with Bell’s mind.

Now, Adler seems to be a bit bipolar on how he talks to you whether or not you listen to him and all his directions. Either totally blasé and cold to giving you and pumping you up with more MK or meds, or actually a tad concerned and patient as he guides you through.

If You/Bell Stands Still/Does Nothing:

Example 1

“So you did nothing? What were you, in shock?”

He throws the words callously, mocking. As if Bell isn’t confused and lost at what is going on. He even sounds irritated that you might actually be in shock due to these memories that are just fake—not even real. Not like what he has.

Example 2

“What’s wrong with Bell?” -Adler

“I’m not sure. . .” -Park

“I guess we’ll just wait on you to proceed, Bell.”

The contrast is dizzying. He sounds concerned when he asks Park on what could be wrong with you. If he pushed you too far and now you’re just frozen. And, instead of rushing you due to how the fate of half of Europe is at stake, he decides to give you space. Just wait for you and you’ll come out of it soon enough.

He does these sort of reactions numerous times. Jumping from intimidating to the Adler we knew as the player, as Bell—kind and always in your corner that believes in you. He switches tactics based on what he believes will work really—or he just felt really on edge at times and threw the farce that you two were friends out the window.

Other examples include:

Scenario 11–Napalm Strike-in the lab in the room where you were brainwashed

“Christ, what’s happening with them?”-Adler

“A mild seizure. Sims, past me a benzodiazepine.” -Park

Again, concerned. Worried. Almost…at unease?

In the lab—tripped up on drugs. If you run through the tight shrinking hallway back and forth like so(I suck at making gifs, I’m sorry):

“Why is Bell repeating themselves?”

Or

“Bell, stop speaking in circles.”

Now, as others may have suspected, Bell is talking to everyone as they’re stuck in this horrible loop of mental torture. Most likely muttering, hands clenching and arms pulling against the straps of the gurney, moving their head back and forth depending on what they’re seeing. I always saw Bell as muttering quickly in Russian as they go through all of this—their mother tongue where it may comfort them as they’re panicking and speaking to Adler.

It’s just a nice detail showcasing how exactly Adler knows that Bell is on script—Bell saying what they’re seeing and doing and what’s going on. It shows also just how hard they put Bell through the ringer(badum tss. I’ll leave now).

All the details too when the game shows how the drugs they put in Bell affects you. Like so. The hallways appearing long. The lights looking yellow. You feel so fast—look how quick you can run. Run towards the Red Door that Adler so desperately wants and maybe this can stop. Ah, why is it running away from you? What’s going on?

I don’t know about you, but I was so lost and confused at what was going on my first playthrough. For the majority of this mission, the possibility of me being brainwashed didn’t reach the BACK of my mind till probably I actually saw the flashes of scenes about Vietnam and calling Bell a subject. So like right here.

I personally thought that I had a repressed memory or something due to me going through the Vietnam War. That whatever I saw with Perseus, I—or rather Bell—repressed it from our mind due to how violent or horrible what we saw or experienced was. And that Adler suspected and just really wanted to know about it.

I didn’t expect for the man to actually brainwash my character—us—Bell! The game made Adler your mentor, who always defended you from Hudson and believed in your skills very highly. How he and Bell were basically perfect partners when the two of you were together.

It’s amazing—cause I think that’s what the developers were going for. The absolute trust. The loyalty. The denial that ‘maybe Adler is being a little harsh but hey, this is to help Perseus so it’s okay?’ It’s perfect. Because I’m sure that is what Bell actually felt in real time.

Yet, if you go through the total rebellious choice of not listening to Adler, some thing’s make sense. The Rebellious Side shows you way more than if you just listen to Adler like a Dutiful Soldier.

You go through this room if you choose the rebellious route, the T.V.’s automatically turning on the closer you get. Of Vietnam. And now, all those T.V.‘s that turned on by themselves(the Red Room, Lubyanka, Cuba) make sense. You were actually being brainwashed. Poor Bell probably can’t ever have a turned off/broken T.V. again. The trauma.

Said trauma being shown multiple times too. Not just the T.V.‘s. But the absolute terror that Bell felt, before they became Bell, with Adler.

Like do you see this? This terrified me when I saw it at the end of the hallway. I just saw a red shadow in the distance and I legit thought I was about to be chased. Call of Duty became a horror game(I also went through the door to the ground too my first playthrough, so before this I went through zombies and I think my heart was going to jump out my chest) I thought. I didn’t want to get closer. I had to, with each step I see that it’s not a shadow but a body. And than I see the familiar jacket, the sound of whirring in my ears and see it’s Adler’s head being twisted back and forth, side to side, up and down, in a speed that in inhumanely possible.

Makes one wonder if Bell themselves sees Adler as inhumane. Not human. Adler seeming to just be a god in their head. All the Adler shaped rocks/boulders you go through and see. Even one point the V.C. becoming Adler and you killing him over and over and dead bodies of Adler being everywhere.

The man has entered Bell’s head and won’t leave. Just like Adler won’t leave Bell alone.

Heck, there’s one point in my playthroughs of this mission I was by the bridge yet there were parts of the lab by it. I jumped towards it, noticing down below there were different floors of the lab that eventually reach the ground. I jumped to reach the next floor and missed and I died.

And Adler mocked Bell committing suicide.

That was the kicker really that Adler truly is indifferent towards Bell. Like complete disregard. I know it’s fake. We know it’s fake. Adler knows it’s fake—but to Bell, it felt real. That’s the crazy part. All of this—this whole sequence feels real to Bell so each time they die they actually feel it. It’s insane. It’s cruel.

But we all know that Adler isn’t known for his kindness. Still like his character though, he’s layered.

I don’t have the exact quote he said, didn’t wrote it down like the others. I was shook he said it at all.

Moving on to the final details I’m going to talk about.

When you go through the room, I believe this comes out for both rebellious and dutiful, really depends. You see it filled with post it notes, articles, plans, and newspapers. And you see once more just how Bell has been scarred.

I don’t know Russian or German, but I imagine the notes are similar to what the English one’s say. If I’m wrong, please point it out.

There’s also post it notes which I believe is in code as well due to all the numbers—I’m not sure what those could mean since I am no decoding expert.

Poor poor Bell. And with all these pictures and plans—of Adler included—it begs the question that Bell may have been warned about the famous America’s Monster beforehand. Had to have—since Adler is basically Perseus’s adversary due to how stubborn the American man could be. It just adds more to the story, despite Cold War having quite a short campaign, they made it up somewhat with all these details everywhere.

When you finally and actually reach the room.

As you grow closer to the table, to your chair in the conference room while everyone else seems to have their own spots, there’s something I noticed.

There’s glasses. As well as a hat. And it’s Bell’s. Or at least, it used to be. Why else is it on their side of the table? By their chair? I believe it might be reading glasses due to all the decryptions Bell does, whether on paper or through a computer, it’s hard on the eyes. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed this. For look at @second-vtoroy ‘s Bell)

I believe through the brainwashing, Bell might not need glasses anymore. After all, apparently they were a smoker like Adler before too but they took that out of you. What else they changed of Bell? It makes one wonder how far they truly went into molding a person.

Which just adds onto how mind boggling this mission is—this game is. This is my favorite COD game, despite how short it is. The details and choices and interactions with everyone and able to create your own character(albeit it’s very standard and not specific but it’s good enough for me) is AMAZING. I’ve always been a sucker for RPG’s and able to get that even a little in a COD game? Truly wonderful.

I couldn’t touch on everything because it would’ve gotten long, but the fun of the Break on Through mission never gets old. It’s genius multiple ways you can do it. All the details. The feelings you feel as a player as you go through it.

They truly did a unique job with this and I hope they continue with this type of game storytelling. Hopefully longer as well.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this rant basically!

Gifs made by me and used the video down below to help.

https://youtu.be/t6QkmkGGHSQ

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A Special Valentine

Anonymous Said: would it be possible for the "series of firsts" it's harry's first time with a girl...

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: So I’ve been sitting on this concept for what seems life forever. I’ve gotten ideas and I’ve lost ideas and it’s been a good while of writing little drafts and stuff for this fic. But, I am so so so thankful to have @adore-you-hs2 and @honeyfulharries for helping me brainstorm some ideas for this fic!! Since I wrote a virgin!Y/n fic last year around valentines day, I figured I’d do a fic for Harry, only this time incorporating more of the valentines theme. So it’s hella soft and fluffy with a lil angst, and when you get to the smut it’s hella filthy😂I hope y’all like it and I hope all of you had a lovely day…yesterday or the day before bc this valentine is hella late and timezones are a bitch. This is a brand new installment in a series of firstsss!! Anywaysss…enjoy🙃❤️

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Harry was beyond embarrassed. He was almost at the point of being ashamed. While all of his friends divulged about their sex lives and talked about how their significant other was in bed, he just sat next to you idly without anything to add to the conversation. He couldn’t talk about his favorite positions to have you in or little tricks he has for the bedroom. He was a virgin and didn’t have any type of experience whatsoever in regards to sex. The most he’d ever done with someone was touching over the clothes and making out. When he was all by himself, Harry did what he had to do; which he actually felt like he did a pretty good job with. It’s not that he didn’t know what he was into or liked in regards to his pleasure. Harry knew what his favorite content was and he even had a couple toys he liked to use on himself. It’s just that when he got to the more intimate phase of the relationship, he always got flustered and nervous. Even when it came to oral or mutual masturbation. He didn’t exactly know why he wasn’t able to express himself or be the same person he was when he was behind closed doors and alone. What made matters even worse for him though was the fact that he always felt rushed. Like whenever he said that he wasn’t quite ready or that he was a virgin, the dynamic of the relationship shifted. Ultimately leaving him alone to feel embarrassed, a bit hopeless, and sad over the fact that he was still a virgin. He also felt unwanted given the fact that a couple of his prior relationships fizzled out pretty quickly after he revealed that he hadn’t had his first time and that he wasn’t ready to do so at that moment. 

Eventually though, Harry reached the point of not even bothering or trying to meet new people and be in a relationship. He felt like he’d never be accepted nor meet the right person for him, let alone be ready to go all the way. So he put all of that on the back burner and just went along with life, becoming content with being completely by himself. And then he met you. It was like the perfect cliche. You were the person who never judged him for being a virgin or tried to rush him into doing anything he wasn’t up to or ready for. You just loved him for him and you wanted to be with him and be in love. It was like he was being understood and heard for the first time in a very long time and it felt great. With you, Harry was never made to feel like he was less than because of his choice and feelings when it came to his virginity. In fact, when you listened to what he’d been through in the past, it broke your heart. You could tell that he was really heartbroken and deeply saddened about it all and you never wanted to make him feel that way or even worse. So you made it your mission to never put pressure on him when it came to this and you made it your mission to listen and be there for him. You weren’t going to back out of your relationship over this; you loved him too much to even consider doing that. 

Even though he was fine with and had accepted the idea of being by himself, Harry didn’t want that for the rest of his life. He wanted to be with someone, he wanted to love someone unconditionally and be unconditionally loved back. And he got just that in you. He’d have to spend an entire lifetime compiling all of the words that could describe how perfect you are and how much he loves your relationship. Sure the two of you annoyed the hell out of each other at times and had disagreements. But neither of you wanted to annoy or disagree with anyone else. Over the past almost year of being together, you and Harry grew closer and closer. You two grew to love each other more than ever and this love was growing more and more each day. You and Harry could agree that there was a long and bright future ahead for you two and that was very exciting for you both. And in the process of growing and building your relationship, the two of you never had sex. You always followed Harry’s lead and you just went with the flow. Now things got a bit hot and heavy at times, but you and Harry were more than capable of taking care of yourselves so you two just stopped and didn’t go any further. From the toys you both had to your special “entertainment” and your vivid imaginations, you two were were just fine until the right time came along. And you specifically, refused to put any type of pressure on Harry. When it came to your first time together and Harry’s first time ever, you had the mindset that if Harry was comfortable, you were comfortable. 

And that was another reason why Harry felt so embarrassed. He was sitting next to you, his incredibly supportive and understanding girlfriend, in the middle of a conversation with you guys’ friends about your sex lives when he’s never had sex with you, or anyone for that matter. Listening to them, he felt like he was sort of holding you back and not fulfilling you the way you deserved. Even though you reminded him that the right time was when he was ready and that you were perfectly fine with that, Harry still felt a way. He still felt embarrassed. And on top of all that, you were being so sweet and understanding in the midst of it all. You were really trying to make him a little less uncomfortable and not so out of place. You could sense and see a little bit of that in the way he sank into the couch and cuddled into you a little more, so you wanted to be there for him and help him relax a bit. You were making a little conversation with him while the others talked amongst themselves, you played with his rings, and you gave him little kisses here and there. But you could only do but so much in that moment. Despite your efforts, Harry still felt the same way. Without any warning, Harry moves away from you a bit and stands from the couch, quickly announcing to the group that he needed a little fresh air. At first you just let him go, figuring that you should let him have his space. But after a couple minuets of sitting there without him, not really wanting to engage in the conversation at hand, you decide to get up and go out to him, giving the excuse that you wanted to check on him and see if he was okay. To be honest, it felt very weird to sit there without him.

You quickly walk away from the group in the direction Harry left in, needing to find him soon as you possibly could. Once you made it out the front door you turn to find him sitting in one of the chairs a couple steps away looking completely deflated. You couldn’t let him be all alone when he was feeling like this. So you quietly walk over, sitting down in the chair next to him, with your body and attention completely in his direction.

“I couldn’t sit there anymore.” He huffs, breaking the silence and bringing his hands up to his face.

“I understand babe.” You sigh, reaching over to rub his arm.

“It’s just- It’s so embarrassing that I’m in my late 20’s an I haven’t done anything with you, or anyone else for that matter.” He explains. 

“That is nothing to be embarrassed about Harry.” You softly exclaim, picking yourself up from your seat to sit in his lap. “Your virginity is yours, and only yours. That’s your decision to make, not mine, nor anyone else’s.” You affirm. 

“But It’s not normal considering I’m 27! What are you even with me?! I don’t want you to be with me and not be fulfilled.” He stresses quietly, feeling incredibly defeated. The entire situation brought up feelings and thoughts that he’d tried very hard to get past. When he says this, you immediately cup the sides of his face, forcing him to focus on you. 

“Now I want you to listen to me. I am with you because I love you so fucking much and you’re the most amazing person in the entire world. Sex is great and all but I can wait as long as you need if it means being with you and loving you to pieces. Hell, I’ll wait until we’re married if that’s what you choose to do. The point is, I’m yours and I will wait as long as necessary. With or without sex, you fulfill me Harry.” You softly explain to him, looking him right in the eye as you say every word. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes as you spoke to him. 

“I love you so much Y/n.” Harry sighs, still feeling a bit down. “Can we go to your place and cuddle.” He mumbles through a pout. 

“Of course baby! I’ll run back inside and let everyone know you’re not feeling well and then we can head home. How does that sound?” You propose with a smile.

“That sounds amazing.” He sighs, a small smile spreading across his face. 

“Can I have a kiss first?” You ask, puckering your lips towards him. In response he gives you a cute little nod before you lean down to press your lips against his. When the two of you kiss you can feel Harry relax a bit, which is exactly what you wanted. You knew that this wouldn’t solve this entirely, but it was a step in the right direction and it made Harry feel a little better which was all that mattered. “Now you wait right here and I’ll be right back.” You softly instruct after pulling away from his lips, following up with another kiss to the forehead before moving yourself off of his lap and back inside. After letting everyone know that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that you two were going to head out, you and Harry go back to your place and spend time together, cuddling and watching you guys’ favorite show and some movies, eventually falling asleep all cuddled with each other.

~ ~ ~ 

After that day, Harry began to think about going all the way with you and finally having sex for the first time a lot more than usual. Over the past year almost, you’ve shown him that you really do love and care about him. You never pressured him into doing anything and you always reminded him that he should do all of this at his own pace. You also showed him that you were the one; you were the one he could and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There were just so many things about you that he loved. So many things that Harry couldn’t imagine having his first time with anyone else. And he made sure to tell you that after deliberating on the matter for a couple of days. 

“I think I’m ready to lose it.” Harry whispers, completely out of the blue as the two of you wash the dishes from your little date night.

“You’re ready to y’know, have sex?” You question, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly. 

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a little bit and I realized that I’m ready to do it. And I want to do it with you. I wouldn’t want to have my first time with anyone else to be completely honest with you.” He explains, a small smile spreading across his face as he continues drying the dishes you’ve washed and handed over to him.

“Well I’m very honored, that you’re entrusting me with this. And I hope that it’s as good as you’ve imagined.” You reply to him, beginning to feel a bit of nervousness and excitement at the idea of being Harry’s first time. You’d never thought about it much since Harry wasn’t ready. But now that he was, you were feeling so many things and you were thinking about so many things as the time had finally come.

“Well I highly doubt that it will be anything less than amazing baby.” Harry hums, dropping the dishtowel and turning his attention to you. “I love you.” He sighs happily, prompting you to turn your head to face him.

“I love you too babe.” You coo, leaning in to press a quick peck to his lips.

~ ~ ~

Now you refused to let Harry’s first time be anything short of special. So you decided to plan something romantic for you two at your place, and you planned for this to be on Valentines Day. Not only would it be your first time celebrating as a couple, but it would also be your first intimate moment with Harry. And you wanted everything to be perfect, so you made a list of everything you’d need for the night at least a week or two in advance. You had everything from ingredients for dinner to a new set of lingerie. You also went over the list several times to make sure that you got everything you could possibly need for that night. You even went as far as to plan a little backup dinner in case something went wrong with the initial plan. You just wanted to make this night perfect for Harry. He’d gone through a lot in his relationships to get here and you wanted him to see that doing it all at his pace paid off and that he was special and loved. In the couple of days leading up to the big day, you began shopping and getting everything together. You got all of the food, wine, and decoration along with your lingerie and some other things for yourself that would make the entire experience that much better.

And when the day finally came, you were excited and all ready to go.

You had dinner cooking, the wine was in the fridge chilling, your bedroom was all set up with a fresh set of sheets, a couple candles set up and ready to be lit, a mix of red and white rose petals on the bed, and the perfect playlist (which you spent a good amount of time on) queued up. Not to mention the fact that you had your lingerie and everything perfectly set up in the bathroom so that you could be ready to change right into it after dinner. All you needed now was Harry. When he texted you to let you know that he was less than ten minuets away, you quickly throw on the dress you’d picked out for the evening along with your shoes and you do a final once over in the mirror before leaving your bedroom, making sure to close the door to keep that part of the evening a surprise. You pulled the wine from the fridge and you put the finishing touches on the table that was perfectly set for your dinner. In the final minuets before Harry’s arrival, you do a final walk through of everything you’d set up, it ending with a soft knock on your door signaling to you that Harry had arrived. When you hear him, your heart immediately begins to race from being nervous and excited for the night ahead. You immediately move yourself to the door, quickly giving yourself a little pep talk before opening the door for Harry. And when you did, you were almost certain you were going to pass out. Not only because you were buzzing around your apartment doing everything, but also because your boyfriend looked so good. What he had on was very simple but it was doing so much at the same time. You just wanted to pull him straight to the bedroom. But you didn’t. It took a lot of self control, but Harry was able to make it inside and settle down a bit before you two hit the bedroom

But it wasn’t that much of a gap in between Harry settling in and you two hitting the bedroom though. See, once you let him inside and gave him a kiss, it was like game over. He had a big basket that was beautifully filled with the things you loved and a couple presents he got you  in one hand, and a big bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other. When he got inside, Harry happily and proudly gave them both to you and let you check them both out while he snooped around in the kitchen a little to see what you had prepared and opened the bottle of wine you had out on the counter for you two. Once you started, you couldn’t stop gushing over and thanking Harry for what he got you. It was beyond thoughtful and you couldn’t wait for him to fully experience his gift of the night you’d planned out. Once you and Harry began talking and drinking a little, you two loosened up and were enjoying each other. The lights were dimmed a bit, there were candles just about everywhere, you and Harry were in love, and the two of you were all alone. It was absolutely perfect and romantic. On top of all that though, there was the pleasant elephant in the room, that being Harry giving you the green light that he was ready for his first time. If there were no other indicators in the days leading up to this moment, there was definitely one now that was strongly pointing to him losing it tonight. He wasn’t anxious and he wasn’t thinking about backing out and telling you that he’s changed his mind. He knew that you’d be all on board with that but Harry was absolutely ready to be with you intimately. He was so ready that he couldn’t take his mind off it on the ride over. And once he arrived, Harry was completely floored by how amazing you looked and how you put this entire evening together that he was even more ready to go to the bedroom. He was so ready and excited that he completely gave up on talking. The two of you transitioned yourselves into the kitchen to get started with dinner, but Harry was very much so enjoying the idea of saving that for later. So without any word from him on what he was in the mood for, Harry takes your wine glasses and sits them on the counter, freeing your hands up as he traps you in between his body and the kitchen counter before attaching his lips with yours. 

When he does this, you practically melt under his touch. You were already in a daze from how amazing he looked, and from how sweet and amazing he was to you. So when Harry began to kiss you with such passion and need, you instantly obliged. Again, you were following his lead. If he wanted to skip and come back to dinner, you weren’t going to oppose one bit. As the two of you continued to kiss, you could feel him hardening against you which prompted the area between your legs to initiate the process of becoming all warm and sticky and go into overdrive. His hands were on your body, he was tightly pressed against you, and his mouth was magically moving against yours. This was just what you needed to fully get into the skipping right to the bedroom mood. It wouldn’t have taken much on Harry’s end to get you there but this was fantastic, so you weren’t complaining at all. When you hear Harry let out a soft moan into your mouth and move himself against you a little, you decide to take control and move you two to the bedroom a little faster. 

“Do you wanna just come back to dinner?” You whisper after pulling your lips away from his a bit.

“Mhm.” He immediately hums in response, loosening himself from your body so that you could move a bit more.

“Then let’s go.” You whisper with a smile, moving yourself from underneath him and grabbing his hand, pulling him in the direction of your bedroom. When you reach the door, you tease him a little by slowly turning the door knob, making sure to keep eye contact the entire time to drive him insane. And that definitely did the trick of riling him up some more. That is, until he got all soft once the bedroom was revealed to him. You went out of your way to make this space romantic since this was the place where he’d have his first time. “I wanted to make everything perfect for you.” You softly explain as you pull him into the room. 

“Have I told you that I love you tonight?” He asks, through a small breath. 

“Probably about a million times.” You happily joke with him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Well for time one million and one, I love you so  so much. Like with my entire being. I love you so much that it hurts. And I couldn’t be more honored to be yours.” Harry says, bringing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

“I love you so much baby, so much.” You reply happily to him, so excited to move into the next step of your relationship. “Now get back into I want sex mode...that’s so hot on you and I have another surprise.” You continue, wanting to keep going and go all the way. 

“Considering how hard I am, I don’t think I’ll be out of “I want sex mode” for a while.” Harry truthfully replies with a chuckle that had the slightest tinge of bashfulness from how he was already rock hard and ready for you.

“Good! Now lay down and wait for me.” You say, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and pulling you both towards the bed before pushing him back down onto it. You then proceed to straddle him, bringing your face down to a mere inch or so away from his. “And if you wanna take your clothes off too, I’m definitely unopposed. ” You suggest with a smirk, planting a little peck to his lips before climbing off of his lap and walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where your lingerie was waiting for you, leaving Harry on the bed completely dumbstruck and needy. 

As soon as you close the bathroom door, you immediately begin working on removing your dress, pulling the zipper down to loosen it up and shrugging it off your body leaving you completely naked. As you looked in the mirror, you began to debate on whether or not you wanted to surprise him with being all naked or teasing him and making him work for it a little with the lingerie you had out and ready. Even though you were ready to just run back out there completely naked and just get down to business, you decided to put on the lingerie and let Harry unwrap you. As you put it on, all you could think about was Harry taking it all off. Like you could imagine him pulling it all off your body. With your panties especially, you could picture him pulling them off strings of your arousal coming with them. After getting the lacy garments on your body, you start pulling and moving it all around a bit. Once you’re all done with the lingerie, you pull the little sheer robe that came along with it on and you take a couple deep breaths before making your way back out to Harry. When you walk back into the bedroom, Harry’s eyes immediately shoot in your direction and practically pop out of his head when he sees you. He’d seen you in a two piece bathing suit before but that was about it. He’d never seen you this bare and exposed before. As you moved around the room to light the candles, Harry’s eyes followed your every move  and you could feel it. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your skin as you lit the candles and really set the mood for your time together. After you lit the candles and pressed play for your music, you were all ready to go. 

When you turn your full attention to Harry, you weren’t that surprised to see him fighting to quietly palm at his cock on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed as he squeezed his cock through his underwear. He was so engrossed on keeping himself quiet and relieving some of the pressure that had been mounting from the time he left home that he didn’t even notice you crawling up the bed. What he does notice though is you straddling his thighs, when he feels you on top of him, his eyes immediately shoot open and he quickly retracts his hand from his lap.

“You just look so good, I couldn’t help myself.” He rushes out in explanation. He could see it all. Your breasts were sitting perfectly in the lacy bra you were wearing, and from where Harry was, they looked beyond amazing. When his eyes traveled a bit lower, he could see where the two sides of your panties met to form a barely there strip to cover your pussy. If that wasn’t enough, the fabric was clinging to you and pushing up into your folds since the panties were pretty much nonexistent and you were very wet. He’d pictured you on top of him before, just never like this.

“Well I’m glad you like it because it’s all yours.” You reply, moving yourself up his body to sit right in his lap, causing Harry to gasp from the sight and feeling of you being naked and right on his cock. Harry was in sensory overload and so overwhelmed that he couldn’t form a single word in response. “Are you okay baby?” You softly ask, bringing your hand down to his cheek.

“Mhm…you just look so good, I don’t know where to start.” He whispers, bringing his eyes to meet yours. 

“You could start by touching me.” You suggest, reaching down to grab Harry’s hand and bring it up to one of your thighs to which Harry replicates with his other hand. Instead of rushing him along, you wanted him to explore your body and relax into the intimacy. You wanted him to be comfortable and do the things he’d dreamt of and feel the things he always wanted to feel. “And just relax” You begin, leaning down to bring your mouth to his ear. “I have a strong feeling that you’re gonna be really good at this.” You admit to him before lifting yourself back up. When Harry hears this, he eases up. Hearing that you thought he’d be good was the confidence boost he needed to get the ball rolling.

He begins to move his hands up your thighs, curling his thumbs inward towards the inner, more sensitive area. His hands continue on up your body, pushing past your hips, and all the way up to your chest where he brings both of his hands around to wrap them around your covered breasts. When he does this, you let out a little sigh of relief, loving the way his big hands felt around you. Harry loved how soft and squishy they felt in his hands, and he wanted to feel more. So he pushes his hands underneath your arms and manages to swiftly undo your bra. He couldn’t do it with one hand yet but you were very impressed (and even more turned on) at how he as able to quickly do it on his first try. The fabric is now hanging loosely on your body, allowing Harry to pull it down and off your body to fully expose your breasts to him. Your nipples were fully pebbled and practically screaming for him to play with them. He brings his hands back around, going straight to your breasts and right to your nipples. His fingers tugged and twisted at them, leaving you unable to hold back anymore moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You also couldn’t help but to grind down against his clothed cock, which in turn caused Harry to start moaning beneath you. The soft music was now completely overpowered by your combined moans. 

“Can I be on top?” He pants, dying to get you completely naked and explore your body.

“Anything you want!” You exclaim, through one of your moans. Letting Harry take control of everything, you let him flip you two over so that he’s hovering over your body. As soon as he’s on top of you, Harry’s mouth immediately latches onto your skin, starting at the side your your neck. He starts sponging and sucking wet kisses into your skin, leaving a trail of them down your chest, stopping at the tops of your breasts so that he could pay them some more attention. The takes them both into his mouth individually and suckles on them, lapping his wet tongue around your nipples and squeezing the supple flesh surrounding them. For some reason, Harry felt at home with his mouth around your nipples. It was so good that Harry was rutting his clothed cock against you. As he continues, you’re softly moaning from the pleasure. You had a hand wrapped in his hair and the other on his back as he mouthed at your breasts. And as if he could read your mind, Harry picks up where he left off with his trail of kisses and makes his way further down your body. 

You wanted him to just explore your body and touch and feel you the way you knew he’d imagined. But you really wanted him between your legs. Your cunt had swallowed up the panties by now and the panties were nothing more than a damp piece of string at this point. When he makes it to the hand of your panties, Harry’s heart begins to speed up, excited to take them off and see what was underneath. He pushes his fingers into the thin bands that were wrapped around your hips and he begins to pull them down. He carefully watches as your cunt is being revealed to him. He can see how you were sopping wet and how plushy and soft your pussy was. There were strings of your arousal connecting your cunt and panties as he pulled them from between your legs. Once they fully off of you, and you’re completely naked, Harry lifts himself up from between your legs to soak in your naked body. He couldn’t believe how beautiful your naked body looked for him. You looked so soft and pretty below him, completely spread and exposed to him.

“Y’so pretty baby.” He sighs, bringing his hands down to your thighs. “Can I eat you baby?” He sweetly asks, bringing his eyes down between your legs so look at the sticky mess that was between your thighs. 

“Please Harry!” You moan, desperately needing his mouth on you again. At your response, Harry lays back down on the bed between your spread legs. He could smell your arousal and he was incredibly excited to taste you. He’d never don’t this before so he was a bit nervous that he wouldn’t do that good of a job. “Just lick into me baby, nothing to be nervous about.” You remind above him, bringing your hand to his head to give his hair a little tug. And with that, Harry dives right in. He just buries his face into your cunt, lapping his tongue up and down your folds. He pushed his tongue anywhere he could. He pushed between your folds, nestling his tongue right inside and against your entrance. He could feel the small opening and his cock immediately twitched in his pants. His cock was supposed to fit in there? While he didn’t want to hurt you, Harry was so interested and curious to see how you’d take all of him. He knew it wasn’t impossible but it was definitely something he was excited to see in person. He was so excited that he couldn’t stop himself from digging his hips into the mattress below. You tasted so good, you were incredibly warm, and he was beyond excited to feel your cunt around his cock.

You on the other hand were falling apart at the seams. You were on cloud nine, completely obsessed with the way he was licking into you. His strokes weren’t those of someone who was skilled and had done this before. But they were definitely amazing and you couldn’t get enough. He was licking and sucking on you perfectly, he even managed to find your clit. And it was his first time ever. He even tried pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance, prodding at your tight hole. And on top of all that, he was moaning against you, seemingly enjoying how you tasted. When he wasn’t licking at your cunt, Harry was licking your thighs, almost trying to clean you up. He licked your thighs, the area right outside of your pussy, and he even licked the area below your cunt. He was hypnotized by your cunt. He just wanted to stay between your legs forever and have his mouth on you while he humped the bed below him. Of course he wanted to push his cock into you, but after he ate your cunt.

“Need you inside me Harry!” You scream, bucking your hips up into his mouth a bit. You were feeling incredibly sensitive and you could feel your own release coming. And before you came, you needed to feel Harry’s cock inside of you. When he hears you beg for him to be inside of you, he immediately stops and pulls himself up from the bed. When he’s kneeling between your legs, your eyes travel up from his no doubt painfully large bulge to his face. From his mouth down to his chin, even his nose, Harry’s face was glistening with your juices.

“Whats so funny?” He asks confusedly.

“Your face is all wet.” You reply, a wide smile spread across your face in the process.

“I just love eating your pussy.” He says truthfully, leaning down for a kiss. When your lips connect, you wrap your arms around Harry’s neck to keep him down against you. His lips sloppily move against yours, moaning into your mouth as he pushes his clothed cock against your bare and incredibly sensitive cunt. Keeping one of his elbows planted on the bed, Harry brings his other hand down to his boxers and does his best to push them down his legs. He struggles a bit before finally getting them down enough to expose his cock. When you feel him nudge you a little bit, you immediately turn your mouth away from Harry’s, turning your attention downwards between his legs.

“Need some help baby?” You offer, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and extending them down to his hips. 

“Just need t’take them off.” He replies, quickly lifting himself up from on top of you to fully remove his boxers. Harry then goes back to kneeling between your legs, now with his painfully hard and dripping cock on display. You knew that he was big from the glances you’d taken at his pants a couple times, but you didn’t know that he was this big. He was hands down the biggest you’d ever taken, and no one before him ever came close. On top of his monstrous size, you could see the thick veins running up his shaft and you saw precum beading at his swollen slit. You wanted him inside you first, but your mouth was definitely watering. You couldn’t wait until you were able to take him into your mouth and stuff all of him inside. But for now, you were excited to take him inside of you for the first time and be his first time.

“Are you ready babe?” You ask. 

“Mhm. I um- I bought some condoms just in case. It’s up to you though. I trust that you’re all good.” He says, laughing a little in the end. 

“I bought some too. But I think we’re good. And I trust that you’re all good as well.” You reply with a shy smile.

“Okay then, let’s do this.” He cheerfully says. 

“Let’s do it!” You reply, mirroring his excitement. “Do you want me on top or are you good?”

“I think I’m good.” He says, as he leans down to closely hover over you. “But I know you’re going to feel like heaven so I may not be.” 

“That’s okay, I can take control.” You reply suggestively, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Good, I like the sound of that.” He whispers in agreement, connecting his mouth with yours for one final kiss as he slowly and carefully pushes his cock against your folds. “Fuck, m’gonna push in now baby.” He pants, already losing his shit over how warm and wet your folds feel against his cock.

“Please.” You moan, needing to be full of his cock. 

And with that, Harry begins to push his cock into you, using one of his hands to guide himself inside. When Harry pushes past your entrance, you two lose it. You were so tight that when his engorged head pushes into you, there a piercing sensation that comes along with it. You hadn’t had sex in a very long time and Harry’s size was completely unmatched. For Harry, he was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. You were so so tight and warm and wet, he’d never felt anything like it. No matter how much lube he used or how fast he tugged at his shaft, he never and would never be able to match the decadence of your walls around him. And he’d only pushed the head of him inside. He actually had to stop for a second to get his bearings because his head was spinning. Once he’s caught his breath and the room stopped spinning as fast, Harry continues pushing himself inside. With every inch that becomes sheathed with your walls, your combined moans get louder. Your mouths mouth never closed, and your eyes fluttered shut as you two enjoyed the pleasure. You were in love with the perfectly balanced mix of pain and pleather came from Harry pushing into and stretching your your walls a bit to accommodate his size. Harry was taken to a different universe from the way your walls engulfed his cock. You could even feel him twitch a bit from how good he felt. 

By the time he finished pushing into you, Harry’s cock was lodged all the way inside you. So deep you could just about feel him in the pit of your stomach. It was hands down incredible for the two of you. After holding himself inside of you for a little while, Harry begins to move himself back and forth inside of you. Since it was his first time doing this and feeling this for that matter, his thrusts were a bit sloppy and staggered. He tried to form a faster rhythm, or a rhythm at all but he was so overwhelmed. 

“Thought I could hold it longer, but I don’t think I can. Can’t even hold myself up.” He slurs, trying to continue with his thrusts. 

“Gonna get on top baby.” You moan, feeling your own release getting even closer. Without a single hesitation, you push the two of you over to that you’re on top of him, straddling his waist and keeping his cock deep inside of you. Once your adjusted on top of him, feeling like his cock was deeper than before if that was even possible, you begin to move yourself up and down on him. You weren’t going super fast, you were going fast enough to make you and Harry really feel it and get closer and closer to your releases. Harry was loudly moaning and whimpering below you, tightly intertwining his fingers with yours as he surrenders to you, and your pussy. He thrashed his head back and forth against the pillows from how good he was feeling. 

“Y’so big!” You cry out to him, beginning to quickly grind down onto his cock, pushing forward a bit to dig your clit into his lower stomach. “And so deep! Can feel you all the way in here!” You cry out to him, bringing your intertwined hands up to your lower stomach for him to feel.

“Fuck Y/n! Can’t hold it anymore! Need t’cum” He groans, feeling his release beginning to consume his body.

“Me too baby! We can cum together!” You whimper, leaning down to lay on his chest. And as you begin to leave soft kisses on Harry’s lips and face, your walls begin to contract around his cock, signaling to him that you were cumming. When he felt this, Harry came right along with you. He coats all of your walls in his warm, thick, and sticky cum, spraying rope after rope into you until he couldn’t cum anymore. Your legs were full on shaking as you squirted all over his cock. The both of you were moaning messes and completely dumbstruck at how powerful your releases were. Nothing could ever compare to this and neither of you wanted to test out that theory. After letting go of everything you two had to give, you and Harry lied limply in bed, letting your bodies rest.

“I love you baby.” Harry whispers sluggishly below you.

“I love you too baby.” You softly reply back to him, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.

For the next half hour, the two of you lay there together, resting your bodies and minds from the extraordinary experience the two of you had. You two were lying there peacefully, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies and the music that was still playing through your speaker. Out of the two of you, Harry was the first to break the silence. Except, it wasn’t from him talking. It was from his stomach, letting the both of you know that he needed to be fed asap. 

“When we can feel our legs again, we can eat I guess.” You breathe out through a laugh, still recovering from the most amazing sex you’d ever had and probably some of the best sex of all human history in your opinion. Even though it was his first time, Harry still managed to make a mess of you. 

“Mhm, and then we can go again.” He hums dreamily, not even caring about his grumbling stomach, completely in the clouds from how amazing his first time was. He came in with his “expectations” and was completely blown out of the water. He just wanted to go again and again and again until he was fully numb and wiped out. “Maybe you can be on your front this time.” He suggests, thinking of all the ways he wanted to feel you around him.

“I think I may have created a sex monster.” And to be honest, you really didn’t mind that at all.

“Only for you my love.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your body. 

And for the rest of the night, you and Harry never stopped, loving being tangled up in each other. It wasn’t always in bed, but neither of you cared. All you two cared about was being together, feeling good, and being in love. This was truly a special valentine. It was one that neither you nor Harry would ever forget.

Masterlist

[pupandangelscoffee]

Three makes a family

Eddie Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley x Female reader

Genre: mostly fluff, slight angst in the middle

TW: mentions of alcohol, arguing

Word count: slightly over 3K

Taglist: @enterprise-medical

Buck really loved Carla and he knew that Eddie did too, especially since Chris always seemed to happy around her. That is why he did not understand why Eddie chose to hire a babysitter for Chris, clearly Carla could do the babysitting. Eddie tried explaining that he wanted Carla to be able to have some days off, too. After all, it can be exhausting to babysit a very energetic kid all day.

Even if Buck does not understand Eddie’s motivations, he is now sitting in the older male’s living room and waiting for the doorbell to ring, already painting a picture of the babysitter in his head. She probably looks like an evil witch with gray hair and lots of wrinkles on her face, making her seem friendly despite her secretly scaring children by telling them she would eat them. Though as soon as the doorbell rings, Chris starts racing his dad to the door, leaving a very confused Buck behind. “Why did his little buddy seem so excited to see the new babysitter? Why was his little buddy more excited to see his babysitter than he was when Buck came over earlier?? This just feels unfair!” Buck concludes in his head, getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab himself a drink. From his place he can hear the excited yells from Chris, a small smile immediately creeping on his face though dropping almost instantly when he remembers that he wasn’t the one making Chris that happy.

After taking another deep breath, he makes his way over to the living room very steadily, ready to assess you. However, as soon as he lays eyes on you, he chokes up and trips over his own feet, crashing into the small table on the side and dropping his glass. Startled by the sound, Chris, Eddie and you turn around to face him, you immediately jumping up and helping the young firefighter with the broken glass. “You didn’t tell me that I have to babysit two kids, Eds” you state, earning laughter from Chris and Eddie and an embarrassed look from Buck. “You must be Buck, right? Chris has told me a lot about you” you tell the embarrassed man, who is still in shock from seeing your beauty up close. Chuckling softly, you grab the shards of broken glass from his hands before heading to the kitchen to get a towel and throw the shards away.

“So, what do you think?” Eddie asks Buck softly while you are out of the room, however, he does not get a response as Buck simply continues staring at the spot you were sitting a moment ago. Chris slowly gets up and hugs Buck, thinking that the firefighter got hurt when he tripped, though Eddie quickly understood what was going on and shakes his head. Seems like Buck 1.0 still existed somewhere in his younger friend, despite everyone telling him that Buck was no longer like that. Perhaps he should talk to Maddie about this, needing someone’s opinion, that actually knew Buck as well as he did. Though before he has the chance to excuse himself, you are back in the living room and making your way over to Chris. “Ready for a fun day, Chris?” you ask him with a smile playing on your lips to which Chris eagerly nods and allows you to pick him up. “I will bring him home at 8 tonight, alright Eds?” you state, turning to look at the older male. “Yeah, 8 sounds perfect. I will see you tonight.” He replies, smiling at you and walking over to press a kiss goodbye onto Chris’s forehead.

As soon as you and Chris are gone, he gets another cup of water and pours it over Buck’s head, successfully pulling him out of his trance. “Do not even think about sleeping with Y/N, Evan.” He states lowly, giving the younger firefighter a glare while Buck just looks up at him sheepishly. “In my defense, you forgot to mention that the new babysitter was smoking hot. A warning would have been nice.” He grumbles as he shakes his head, sending water droplets flying everywhere before getting up and dropping on to the couch with a small groan. The response left Eddie frowning, sure, he was aware that you were attractive and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t attracted to you, especially after seeing how much Chris adores you. However, that did not lessen the blow of Buck’s blunt response. Perhaps that was why he was fearing that Buck 1.0 was back, he didn’t want you to be scared off purely because his best friend was incapable of keeping his dick in his pants. “Just try not to fuck her immediately when you get her alone, please. Chris really likes her.” Eddie nearly begs, deciding it was better that he doesn’t add that he likes you too. Buck sighs and nods, pouting a bit. Though for his little buddy, he would definitely try not to get into her pants. After all, he didn’t want Chris to hate him, especially if it was because he couldn’t control himself around you. However, this wasn’t going to stop him from teasing Eddie by flirting with you, because despite the older man trying to hide it, he could tell that Eddie had a thing for you as well.

8 comes quicker than the two males expect and they are slightly startled from their cuddled position when they hear the door opening. Glancing out into the hallway, they spot you carrying a sleeping Chris into his room, unknowingly causing both of the males to smile. Soon enough, you walk into the living room and whisper “he is asleep now and probably won’t be waking up any time soon. We had a lot of fun” before grabbing your bag that you placed on the table in the hallway on your way in. It was clear that you were about to leave, so Buck jumps up and grabs your hand, putting on his best kicked puppy expression. “Why don’t you stay for a bit longer? We have some wine in the fridge and I will drop you off at your place later, I wouldn’t feel right letting a pretty lady like yourself be outside all by yourself.” He states softly, pouting a bit in hopes that it would convince you to stay. You glance between him and his friend, who was eagerly nodding, before sighing and setting down your bag. “Fine, I’ll stay for a bit. But only if you have anything to eat that isn’t almost pure sugar.” You agree, your request causing the older male to jump into motion and quickly rushing into the kitchen to put a pizza in the oven for you. Meanwhile, Buck leads you back to the couch, not letting go of your hand until you pull it away.

Somehow you end up being squished between the two men, a glass of wine in your hand and the pizza on the table. After some small arguing, they decided to just let you choose the movie, so now they had to suffer through one of your favorite horror movies. While you sit there not even flinching, Buck is absolutely terrified and unsure whether he should feel impressed by the fact that you do not mind horror movies or scared that you clearly do not cringe at the big amounts of blood spattering all over the screen. On the other side, Eddie has managed to wrap his arm around your shoulder, with the excuse that he feels safer if he knows that you and Buck are safe and within his reach. He is definitely impressed by your ability to keep a straight face at the movie, though definitely not as surprised as Buck, especially because he knew about your background.

Soon enough the first movie is finished, then a second one, then a third and the next thing you know, you wake up to the smell of bacon in a bed that was most certainly not yours. Looking down at yourself, you realize that the shirt you are wearing is also not yours, leaving you confused for a moment because you do not recall getting changed the previous night. Sighing, you quickly come to the conclusion that one of the two men must have changed you. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you make your way into the kitchen, where you are greeted by the sight of a small family breakfast with Buck, Eddie and Chris. Deep inside your heart, you wish to wake up to that small family every morning, though that wish quickly gets locked up and hidden from the world as you make your way to the coffee machine to get a cup. Chris is the first of the three to react to your presence, calling out your nickname before grinning brightly at you. “Good morning, little one. Did you help make breakfast?” You ask, sitting down on the counter to smile at the nodding boy. “Yeah!! Daddy gave me instructions!” He explains with an excited tone before glancing at the clock and frowning. “Can you convince dad to let me stay at home today?” He asks you with a hushed tone, causing you to giggle and shake your head, whispering back “sorry, but I am sure that the captain would not enjoy you missing your big day in school. Or how else is your group supposed to present the fantastic poem you wrote?”. Chris tilts his head before thinking for a moment. “Fair after school?” he tries to negotiate, causing you to giggle again before nodding. “Sure thing, buddy. Now go brush your teeth and I will drive you to school, okay?” “Okay, mommy!” Chris replies before rushing off to brush his teeth, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind as his words sink into all of you.

Eddie and Buck are watching your interaction with Chris, the sound of your giggles making the smile without realizing it. Surely, you must have noticed that they changed you into something more comfortable last night after you had fallen asleep on Eddie’s chest. However, it just felt natural to the two males to take care of you and make you breakfast, Chris being a bit help. Though when Chris calls you mommy, they freeze and Buck even chokes on his piece of the pancake. They certainly did not expect that Chris was that fond of you, though Eddie is slightly less surprised than Buck, thinking about the countless times that Chris had asked for you to come over. Still, the sudden name caused his movement to halt as well, his brain going haywire, trying to figure out if Chris had somehow found out about his attraction for you and that is why he felt so comfortable with calling you mommy. Or perhaps it was simply because the men had decided to pull one of Eddie’s shirt on you yesterday and that is what made it seem like you two were dating. Or was it the couple of times he had invited you out with Chris and him for dinner? His train of thought is quickly broken though, when Chris appears in the kitchen and says goodbye to the two men, calling Buck dad and Eddie daddy before rushing off to your car. Once again you three are left alone in the kitchen, the silence deafening. “Drive safely, okay?” Buck manages to mutter out, making you nod. Glancing between the two men, you decide to peck their cheeks before rushing out after Chris, grabbing your bag in the process to drive him to the school.

When you return to Eddie’s house, you can already hear the yelling from the outside. Slowly making your way into the house, you can finally understand what the two were arguing about. You. From what you gathered, Eddie was upset with Buck for flirting with you while Buck was countering that obviously Eddie was too chicken to do something about his feelings for you. Avoiding nearly being hit by a vase that comes flying your way, you clear your throat causing the fight to die down and both men to turn to you. “I- uh…” Eddie starts, though you raise your hand to silence him before grabbing the stuff you had left on the couch. “Once you two grow up and handle this like actual adults, then you can call me.” You state before walking out of the house and slamming the door shut behind you, leaving the two men dumbfounded and broken.

Two months. It takes two months of Chris sulking, Bobby scolding them and roughly 5 meetings with Maddie before they can finally face each other again. Yet whenever they stare at your number, they chicken out, too afraid to call you. You had been right, they were acting like two children throwing tantrums, build on the unspoken feelings between them. But now that they were dating steadily and currently curled up together on the couch, they finally decide to call you up. However, much to their distaste, a man answers your phone and for a moment they believe they lost any chance with you, if there even was one to begin with. “Hello? Are you still there?” The man on the phone asks, causing Eddie to nod and reply with a small “yeah”. A hum is heard from the other side of the line before they hear “what do you want from my sister?”. Never in their life did the duo think that hearing such a question would be such a relief. Buck reacts quicker than Eddie and explains the situation, what has happened and why they were calling now. Another hum is audible before some commotion can be heard and then they hear your voice, a sense of happiness washing over them. For whatever reason, you actually agree to meet with them after your work, giving them the address of your workplace.

Your shift ends in 10 minutes when Buck and Eddie walk into the club where you were working, quickly spotting you behind the bar, deciding that your outfit was definitely too short for their liking. Holding on to Eddie’s hand tightly, Buck weasels his way through the crowd and stops right before you at the bar, smiling softly as you smile back. Though he can’t help but look you over once more, the small shirt definitely compliments your chest yet does not leave a lot to the imagination and your shorts are barely allowed to be titled shorts by how short they are. Eddie notices what the younger firefighter is doing and quickly elbows his ribs, earning a grunt and a displeased look from the other before smiling at you. “Three of your favorites, nena.” Eddie yells over the music to you and watches as you get to work, mixing three shot glasses filled with some purpelish looking liquor before sliding them over to him. “What would you like, Evan?” You ask softly before adding “a blowjob?” with a smirk, causing the young male to choke on his own spit, believing he did not hear you correctly. “I am talking about the drink, dumbass.” You explain with a small laugh, preparing one before setting it down before Buck, who still looks like a puppy which just got caught destroying your favorite pair of shoes. “T-Thanks,” he finally mutters out, grabbing the drink and mentally kicking himself for sounding like a schoolgirl that was talking to her first crush. You three fall into an easy conversation, barely paying attention to the time, not noticing that your shift was over until your coworker walks up behind you and tells you to start leaving. You nod and lead the two firefighters to the back room that usually only employees are allowed to enter before grabbing a shirt from your bag and pulling it on before looking at the two men. “Before you ask, yes, it is your shirt, Eds. It is just very comfy.” You state, grabbing the rest of your belongings before smiling at the boys and leading them out of the back door.

A warm ball of cuddles and limbs, that is how you would describe the three of you on Eddie’s bed right now. After you left your workplace, the boys started bombarding you with questions and you answered them all honestly, about how you chose this job in hopes that you would forget the two men that made your days so much brighter, about how you missed Chris and a bunch of other things that they wanted to know. On the way back to Eddie’s place, they stopped at some restaurant that was still open and grabbed the food. Once you were all at his place, you ate and then proceeded to talk about the three of you, about the feelings the duo had for each other and for you and how they wished for you to be a part of the small family they had created. First you jokingly denied them, teasing them that you did not have any feelings for them, but after seeing the hurt flash on their faces, you quickly explained how you returned their feelings and that you missed them a lot within the past two months, even if Carla had kept you up to date with their wellbeing. So now you were all cuddling and just enjoying the presence, because even if tomorrow was not given, if tomorrow everything could fall apart, right now you three were a happy family and you would not change that for anything in this world.

Chris’s reaction the next morning when he walks into the kitchen and sees you sitting on the counter, sipping your coffee while Buck is standing between your legs is priceless. You did not know that the kid could even hit such a high note, but he manages to do so when he screams your name and scrambles over to you, pouting at Buck standing in his way. That was most definitely not what he had in his mind when his dad told him that there was a surprise waiting for him in the kitchen. Though you quickly push Buck to the side, earning a whine from the male about how mean you are, before jumping off the counter and hugging Chris tightly, excited to spend the rest of your mornings with those three.

[ashes-in-a-jar]

And I Owe it All to You

Hello! This is a fic I wrote based on @speakerunfolding 's wonderful Jonmartin scottish cabin comic which I couldn't stop looking at.

I wrote this while watching Dirty Dancing for the first time in many years. Quite an experience xD

Summary: It's a night in for Jon and Martin in the cabin and they decide to pop out the wine.

Rated: T

Word count: 2.2K

Tw: alcohol, drinking and being slightly drunk, minor injuries

Maybe it was the fact that neither of them had gone out much in the past few months. Maybe the Fears prefer their avatars lightweight. Maybe Scottish alcohol tended to be stronger than English alcohol. But the sparkling wine they bought on a whim at the village store shouldn't have had the effect on them that it did.

Having emptied two cups each (Jon was actually drinking out of a mug, since they found only one wine glass, and he conceded the honor of feeling classy to Martin) they have already become giggling messes over some dumb joke regarding one Peter Lukas and a computer that refused to boot.

It wasn't even that funny. But there they were, acting like complete fools leaning against each other on the couch, legs propped up in a completely uncomfortable position on the small living room table (dangerously close to the now nearly empty bottle), holding their cups precariously in one hand and holding hands with the other.

And enjoying every moment of it.

The giggling subsided. They took a moment of comfortable silence to regain their breath and enjoy another sip.

"Can't believe he didn't know he could just u-unplug and replug the whole thing. Even I know that." Jon's speech was ever so slightly slurred, his leftover wine sloshing in his cup.

Martin hummed and then snorted.

"Jon, you barely know how to do that either. I had to teach you how to open new tabs in the same internet window for christ's sake."

"It was a new laptop! All of the buttons were in the wrong p-place." Jon protested weakly, starting to hiccup.

"Sure."

"Prick." Jon nudged him fondly. "You underestimate my vast knowledge of 'modern' things."

Martin snorted again. "Modern, you say?"

"Yes Martin, what do you take me for?"

"An old geezer." Martin tousled his hair gently. Jon leaned into the touch. Then, the words sunk in.

"Hey! Why do you and Georgie keep thinking that? I can know pop culture!"

"Oh yeah? Tell me, what do you know?"

"Uh..." Jon struggled to straighten himself, which resulted in actually sliding further off the couch. "Um...I know S-Star Wars! And uh, Matrix? I think. I've seen it once. Oh! That, that dinosaur movie! And... Titanic?" He finished unconvincingly. 

Martin looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Really, Jon? You're just naming movies now.  And not even new ones. Did you actually watch any of those?"

Jon avoided his gaze "I... I may have fallen asleep during uh, during some of these?"

Martin gave him a long look. 

"Yes alright, I fell asleep in all of them."

Martin huffed "Thought so". 

Jon gave up trying to salvage his dignity, taking a final long gulp from his mug, a small drop trickling down his chin. Martin swiped it away, absent-mindedly licking his finger, not noticing as Jon hiccuped, his face heating up considerably. 

"I-I did like the Princess Bride though— that was a nice film, if a bit sensational." 

"Hang on. You watched the Princess Bride? And liked it?" Martin asked, incredulous. 

"I'm allowed to like things, Martin. B-besides, Georgie made me watch it. Said it was a- a core staple of cinema history o-or something."

"Oh yeah? Did she make you watch those other movies as well?" Martin asked casually, swirling the liquid in his cup. 

"Unfortunately yes. She would cruelly  shake me awake when I finally managed to get some shut-eye for once in my life. I-it's not my fault the only times I could sleep normally were during those, those damn films! She woke me up for that ridiculous scene with the, uh, the bullets in the Matrix. And that lifting scene in that unseemly dancing movie."

"What lifting scene?" 

"That movie with all of the dancing? Th-the one where he lifts her at the end in the middle of the crowd with that song? At least, uh, at least I think there was a lot of dancing, I wasn't actually, hmmm... Focused at the time." 

"Oh my god Jon, do you mean Dirty Dancing? You fell asleep during Dirty Dancing?" Martin's delighted incredulity was plain on his face. 

Jon scrunched up his nose. "That's the name of the film? Good thing I fell asleep then."

"Jesus Jon. That's incredible, good on Georgie! Heh, at least you woke up for that scene. It's iconic, you know." 

"Yes, yes." Jon waved at him dismissively, reaching unsteadily for the wine bottle. Martin gently took it away from Jon and with a much steadier hand, poured the remaining bit of wine into his mug.

"Thank you Martin," Jon mumbled into the cup. 

Another warm silence fell on them, lulling Jon into a half drunken stupor. He nearly threw his cup in the air when Martin's words startled him back into awareness. 

"I can do that scene you know, that lifting part." He was looking intently at his glass. 

"R-really?" Jon hiccuped. "How?" 

"I… I had a boyfriend who wanted to try it. So we did. Turns out that I'm good at balancing large things that aren't stacks of paper."

Jon hummed. He suddenly imagined very vividly Martin lifting someone else in that way and felt a pang in his chest. What was that?

Another beat of silence. 

"Do. Do you want to try?"

"W-what?" 

"Do you want to do that lifting scene with me? I'm sure I could lift you." Martin suddenly sat up, his tone excited and anticipating. He looked at Jon. 

Jon shifted. "Uh, I-I guess it's fine? Sure."

"Okay! Let's do it then!" Martin got up on his feet, swaying ever so slightly. 

Jon looked up at him surprised. "W-wait, now? Shouldn't we wait? You know, to be less uh, inebriated? Don't you need to see the scene again for a reminder?"

"Mmm. We don't have reception so I can't exactly watch the scene again. But, but I'm pretty sure I can do it now, definitely sure! Come on." He held out his hand expectantly. 

Jon took it, stumbling only a bit as he got up. Martin took out his phone . 

"I might even have the song saved. Let me check."

A moment later he gave a whoop of success and the song began to play, filling the main space of the cabin with its soft, if slightly tinny sound. 

Jon stretched, releasing the tension in his muscles. "All right Martin, where do you want me?" 

"You need a bit of a running start, and then you need to jump high right as you reach my arms, so stand over there." He indicated towards the door of the bedroom. 

"Right." Jon stumbled only once as he made his way towards the designated spot. Martin moved across the room stopping right near the kitchen door. 

The song kept playing calmly in the background, slowly building up towards the upbeat chorus. 

Jon looked at him again "I dunno Martin. A-are you sure?" He suddenly felt a bit more fuzzy than he did sitting down. He hiccuped again. 

"Please Jon, you're thin as a rake. Have a little faith." His face wore that determined look that Jon couldn't help but love. 

"Alright, as you wish." He grinned, proud of his clever reference as he took his stance. 

Martin rolled his eyes as well as his sleeves. "Steady on Westley, this is the part."

Jon felt a rush of excitement as he caught Martin's enthusiasm. "Ready?" He asked, bouncing a little on his feet in preparation. 

"Ready." Martin crouched a little, holding out his arms. 

As the chorus neared Jon, with a wild drunken energy, took his running start, jumping up as he reached Martin, grabbing on to his shoulders for support. Martin firmly gripped Jon's hips, bent his legs and with a strained grunt lifted Jon in the air as the song reached a crescendo. 

Jon was flying. 

He laughed giddily, stretching out his arms in elation. 

As Martin continued holding him in his strong grip he looked down at his beautiful boyfriend. Despite the exertion, Martin looked up with the softest expression as the song kept playing for them in the background. 

For a moment everything was perfect. 

And then Martin leaned backwards a bit too far. 

In hindsight, they should have known this would happen. While Martin was better at hiding it, he was as drunk as Jon. And Jon's already impeded balance certainly didn't help. 

As they went down, Jon idly wondered if they could also recreate the rest of the dance if they practiced. And then he hit his nose on the floor. 

After a moment of stunned silence the pain rushed in and Jon grunted. 

Turns out that while most of him was protected from the fall by Martin's soft and sturdy body, his knee also missed the mark and crashed into the floor as well.

Muffled by Jon's body above him, Martin squirmed. "Ugh, Jon, are you okay?"

When Jon didn't respond, Martin groaned and picked himself off the floor, lifting Jon in the process. 

"Oh my god, Jon! You're bleeding!" 

Jon's face throbbed. And so did his knee. His hazy drunken state began fading away as the pain sharpened. 

"I-I think I hit something." 

"I'm so sorry Jon! God, where are the tissues?" Seemingly having sobered up considerably, Martin picked Jon up and carried him bodily into the bathroom. Jon allowed all of this to happen as the shock of the fall dissipated. He let Martin easily lift him onto the sink counter as he shoved a towel into his hands.

"Hold it against your nose while I... Jesus, your knee too?" He stepped back now hurriedly lifting the stained pant leg to reveal the damage. 

"God, Jon I'm so sorry. Hold still, I'm going to find the first aid kit. We shouldn't have done this. This was a complete disaster." 

He kept muttering irritably as he walked away. Jon sighed and pressed the towel to his throbbing nose. His foggy mind still felt as though it was trying to catch up to the recent chain of events. He spoke slowly, attempting to convey himself with clarity. 

"Martin, it's fine. Honestly, I think we both know I've had worse-" 

"You nearly broke your bloody neck! God, where's that goddamn kit." He shouted from across the cabin as Jon heard the rattling of drawers being forcefully pulled open. 

"Martin, please I-I'm okay. It's just a little bit of bruising. It honestly already feels better." 

And it actually did. In the chaos after the fall, they both forgot Jon's... situation. Jon watched as the cut on his knee slowly closed up, leaving only the drying stain of blood behind. The pain in his nose was slowly vanishing as well. 

By the time Martin came back holding the bag, Jon already put down the towel and was tentatively poking at the previously bruised spot. 

Martin stopped in front of him, looking at him with a mixture of emotions Jon couldn't parse out. He smiled at Martin hesitantly. 

"See? Good as new. No harm no foul, I say."

Martin let out a long suffering sigh and took the towel out of Jon's hands. He quietly dampened it in the sink and stepped closer to gently pat at his face. 

Jon looked at him. This close he could practically count his faded freckles, follow every line and trace every mark that was so beautifully Martin. He let himself smile. 

"I must say, I'm quite impressed by your strength, if we weren't so inebriated, I'm sure you could have kept me up there for quite a while," he said quietly, enjoying the fluttering touches. 

"It wasn't because I was drunk." Martin muttered. 

"Pardon?" 

"I said it wasn't because I was drunk that I dropped you," he said a little louder, oddly flustered. "I was looking at... At you. You just looked... I dunno, happy, I guess? I just never seen that expression on you before and it..." He trailed off, concentrating intently on Jon's knee, finishing up cleaning up the blood. 

"M-Martin, look at me. Please look up here." Jon gently tugged at his shoulders to pull him up. At this height, sitting on the counter, he actually came face to face with Martin, seeing his blush and ruffled expression right in front of him as opposed to slightly above him like he normally did 

He lifted his palms to bracket Martin's warm cheeks. 

"There you are," he whispered and leaned in for a quick kiss. He then leaned back slightly. "You know that I'm perfectly happy. Here with you. Y-you know that, right?" 

Martin looked at him for a few moments, then smiled. "Yeah, I do."

"Good. Now, help me down so we can clean up the wine stain, which I'm sure is growing on the carpet right now."

"Wha- oh," Martin said as he turned to see the fallen glass that apparently toppled during the mayhem. 

"Yeah. Let me down?" Jon said again, holding out his arms. 

Martin turned back to him, a teasing expression on his face. "As you wish." 

Jon groaned and allowed himself once again to be pulled, secretly enjoying Martin's burst of giggles as they both walked back into the crime scene that was their drunken night in. 

All things considered, it was a pretty good night. 

[demonslayedher]

Buri-senpai~ it’s me again! It seems like the Kamado family was respected in town. How do you think the townsfolk would’ve reacted once they realized that Tanjirou hadn’t been visiting with charcoal, only to check up on the family where they see the wreckage. Perhaps Tanjirou had left a rushed note, noting how his family was attacked, how only he and Nezuko were alive, and how they won’t be able to visit for a very long time. If that’s the case, I don’t think Tanjirou will explain the cause 1/3

2/3 of the attack, but there’s a chance that Saburo would’ve eventually realized that a demon had attacked them. Also, side notes: if Kaigaku was still a demon slayer during the events of the red light district, do you think he would've heard about Zenitsu's contributions to the defeat of upper 6? I had read your amazing Ukogi fic and enjoyed the characterization of Kaigaku's crow embellishing his achievements as a slayer. I also enjoyed Matsuemon's fondness of Nezuko and it seems like

3/3 he was ‘conspiring’ (for lack of a better word) with Oyakata-sama behind the scenes, with how the events at Asakusa with Tamayo played out. I'm sure Tamayo's existence was pardoned by the Oyakata-sama of Yoriichi's time. Also, sorry for the length! I enjoy your input on everything!

Going to reply to this in a couple parts, but allow me to first borrow one of my LINE stickers to express:

I'll reply to the fic stuff under the cut, but I'm really honored by your close reading and consideration of one of my favorite fics, "The Legend of Ukogi." But first for your question about Tanjiro!

Honestly, I was surprised by the village's upkeep of their home, including nice new tatami and shelves which Nezuko noticed in the extended epilogue included the Volume 23 version of Chapter 204. I would had assumed they'd have a mess of a home to come back to (and wrote my canon diverent/continuation fic that way, for the first draft was written after Chapter 204's magazine publication but before Volume 23's publication). At least nowadays in Japan, uninhabited homes are often left as-is and fall to shambles, even in cities, causing problems for the neighbors as they become home to pests. Upkeep is an issue, and it seems unlikely the townspeople would had gone out of their way to keep the site of a tragedy so nice.

However, Gotouge seems to stress that the Kamado family, simply for being good people, were often humbled by being on the receiving end of such kindnesses. Even Sumiyoshi and Suyako were on the receiving end of this, as mentioned in a Taisho Secret in Volume 22, for having helped a local lord's wife and son while they were in peril without knowing who they were. Even though they tried to refuse reward, they made sure they had a nicely fixed up house anyway (side note, they moved in to Yoriichi's and Uta's abandoned house).

A sturdy house as returns for their kindness seems to be as much of a running theme in Kamado history as is Hinokami Kagura and making charcoal. We do see that Tanjiro is pretty popular among the townspeople and everyone knows they can rely on him, and if Tanjiro's highly biased word is to be trusted, Nezuko had a reputation as a local beauty. In good whether the little kids must had gone into town a bunch, and Tanjiro (and Inosuke's) continued charcoal business (despite the increasing reliance on electricity) in the Fanbook #2 extended epilogue shows that the Kamado family has always had a reputation for high quality charcoal. Certainly, they've been well-loved long enough that their tragedy would not go unnoticed.

As further evidence of this, in the Giyuu Gaiden, a hunter even notices that on a different mountain nearby there was a family of charcoal farmers slaughtered and a suspicious person in a half-and-half haori was seen around there. Clearly, the villagers were quick to notice the incident and start looking around for the man who might had done it!

But we're still left with the question of how quickly they'd have noticed the absence, how word got around, and just how much they knew. My initial thought in response to your Ask was "there's no way Tanjiro had time for that, he had bury his family and get Nezuko dressed and hurry and go!" but then again, this is Tanjiro we're talking about. Tanjiro who faithfully keeps a diary for Nezuko no matter how tired he is, and who faithfully keeps in touch with all his penpals even with all his demon slaying work to keep him busy. If anyone would had written a letter, it would had been him.

It's possible that his reasoning would had been for Nezuko's sake. Should word get around about the incident, and about Nezuko being a demon, people might suspect she was the one who did it. Even Tanjiro had to consider that possibility when he was first shocked by her transformation, though he had the evidence to clearly determine that she was innocent. So maybe if he did leave something, it might simply had been to inform people that Nezuko still needs help, and he's left to take care of her.

To the townspeople, Tanjiro's word is trustworthy. As soon as someone discovered the incident (and perhaps a letter), word would probably get around pretty fast, and if Tanjiro had circumstances that forced him to leave for Nezuko's sake, that implies that they might make a return once she was alright. That might be what inspired the townspeople, who cared for generations about their local charcoal farmers, to have their hearts wrenched with sympathy for the tragedy these two surviving children have been through, and to try to do what they can by taking care of the house while they're gone.

As for knowing if it was demons or not, it's possible only Saburo knew that. There's so much we don't know about Saburo, but my personal headcanon is that he lost his family to demons and was rescued by the Demon Slayers. While others might have been quick to blame the suspicious man in the half-and-half haori, anything said by Saburo, a man perhaps known for keeping to himself with a sullen personality, was dismissed or taken for mere superstition. Saburo, having told Tanjiro to stay with him that night, might had already felt something was off, and when the feeling kept bothering him, he might had gone to check on the Kamado family and been the first one to discover the massacre. Letter or not, he'd have known Tanjiro survived, and might had gotten there soon enough to trace the footprints to deduce to that one of the other older children must had survived too.

Now because of fic spoilers, Bird Fic commentary below!

As I was doing my best to make that fic fit alongside canon, I tried to consider where the birds might and might not been able to influence the events of canon, and that made Denroku (Kaigaku's crow) one of my favorite small bits to work with. Even though he never makes an appearance in the story (only mentioned as a slightly antagonistic bird), he struck me as having the most potential for influencing events.

Since we see a general pattern of the birds being very invested in the Slayer they work with, I imagined that Denroku would pick up on Kaigaku's ambitions. When he got in trouble for embellishing Kaigaku's achievements, that's when he tries the reverse, taking assignments into his own talons and leading to Kaigaku fighting an enemy out of his league. While most of the Kasugai-garasu would had immediately reported Upper Moon 1 so that a Pillar could be summoned, Denroku's underhanded drive to see Kaigaku promoted is what leads to a situation the Corp would had preferred to avoid.

And that brings us back to Matsuemon, who does his best to promote his underlings' achievements to get Tanjiro recognized as a Pillar. He is protective of Nezuko, having picked up on that from Tanjiro, but honestly, I had not considered Matsuemon leading to Tanjiro's encounter with Tamayo. Letting Oyakata-sama know about it, though, that does seem in character for Matsuemon, which we'll get to!

As for why Tanjiro encountered Tamayo so early on, I posited in this Ask that Oyakata-sama probably was hoping Tanjiro would make a connection with her. Gotouge has stated that the demon Tanjiro was sent to investigate in Asakusa was Tamayo. Like you, I assume that Kagaya's forefathers must had chosen to pardon her existence out of Yoriichi's good word for her, and we know from his later mention of her to Tanjiro and efforts to reach out to her later that he's probably always been curious about a way to gain her trust.

What probably gave him the idea to use Tanjiro, a kid with a demon sister, was Urokodaki's letter. We didn't hear the full letter read allowed at the Pillar meeting, but my thought is that Urokodaki wrote highly enough of Tanjiro that Kagaya was like, "aha! This is it! This might be the person who helps me gain Tamayo's trust!" and that was why he sent Tanjiro to Asakusa on his second mission. As for whether Matsuemon knew that or not, I suspect not initially, but he might had gotten aware of it overtime and been in on the loop of birds who know this but help keep it on the downlow, as per Oyakata-sama's request. Matsuemon might had also been given special instructions to report details to the Kasugai-garasu who initiated the personal correspondence between Oyakata-sama and Tamayo. Knowing this egotistical bird he probably would had loved to brag about it, but he's smart enough and respects the Corp mission enough to know when to keep silent about his achievements.

EDIT: Ack! I forgot to respibd to your Kaigaku question. I do assume Kaigaku was still a Corp member at that time and he probably heard and that it ticked him the hell off. Even if he didn't know the details, the fact that Zenitsu would had been credited with fighting an Upper Moon would tick him off with jealousy. Not to worry, Kaigaku, Upper Moon 6 is only the bottom rung of the Upper Moons. ; P

[egoludes]

cater to you.

summary: there’s nothing like good love on a very bad day.

pairing: andy barber x woc!reader

notes: i have something else in the works for you all right now, but i wrote this little thing for @adorecevans​ after she had a bad day this week (love you dalia!) and wanted to share with you too! slight au in that andy is very recently out of law school and reader is still a student - we love a law school romance!

warnings: meal skipping ( stress / schedule-induced ), stressed out reader, hurt/comfort, fluff

He’s already home when you get there, a lo-fi jazz song from Spotify playing as you duck in. He only plays that kind of music when he’s cooking and a moment’s pause fills your nostrils with the telltale scents of spice to confirm the suspicion: Andy’s making dinner.

You try to do that once or twice a week when your busy schedules -- law school for you, his first firm gig post graduation for him -- allow you to, and usually, coming home to it fills your chest with something warm. 

Today, though, the smell just makes you nauseous; reminds you that, despite the late hour, you haven’t really had time to get more than a few bites of a decent meal. That reminds you of the day’s drain and your shoulders sink as you kick off your boots and shrug off your snowy coat.

The sound of you in the closet catches his attention in the kitchen, and Andy rounds the corner with a half-grin to greet you. “Hey baby,” he hums, wiping his hands down on a kitchen towel. “You just get in?”

You just nod, humming half-distracted as you get everything in the closet in order. You don’t think you’re showing much, but the lack of eye contact alone is enough to tip him off: you’re usually locked in whenever anyone talks to you. Still, he waits, patient, for you to have the space to do that ritual; get your head right before he presses. Then, warm hands find your hips under the wool of your coziest sweater, pulling you in close for a hug. The embrace is simple, but pointed - he squeezes you in a way that lets you know that he knows and the tenderness of his wordless care makes your heart tighten.

God, you love this man.

You don’t have much energy - emotional or otherwise - to hug him back, but it doesn’t stop you from clinging to him, fingers slipping up his sweater to cling to the shirt underneath and feel his grounding warmth. 

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he hums against your hair, “but I want you to go take some time first. Go shower, and I’ll bring you something warm. Then we’ll eat.” 

You look up at him wordlessly, gratitude shining in tears along your waterline, and Andy smiles in return, leaning down to kiss you hard, but not forcefully, before he lets you go in the direction of your bedroom.

You dread most routines when you feel like this, but time in the shower isn’t one of them. The warm water over your body and hair feels as much like coming home as one of Andy’s hugs, and you spend more time than you intend in there, fingers scrubbing your scalp and skin to wash the day away. Every now and then, you can hear Andy pop in; once to set a mug in arm’s reach so you can pull it onto the shower’s ledge, another time to leave you fresh towels and your PJs. He doesn’t say much or even ask how you are, not wanting to rush you; but the cool air from outside reminds you that he’s only a call away, and is waiting for you to be ready. 

That feeling - that readiness - doesn’t come for a bit longer; forty-five minutes or so, in fact, when you emerge from the shower, not better, but getting there. Your head doesn’t feel nearly as heavy and the urge to cry is tapered. Slipping into your new set of clothes helps the feeling, the cotton warm to the touch in a way that makes you beam: he’d thrown them in the dryer to get them toasty.

Andy has a knack for things like that - it’d been shocking when you first started dating as not many prospective lawyers from the East Coast have a heart that big. But, now, it’s clockwork; as certain as the sun in the sky, his love is a safety net you know you can come back to when everything else rages out of your control. 

As if on cue, he appears in the doorway, kitchen towel over one shoulder as he smiles at you. “Any better,” he asks softly, leaning his weight against the doorjamb to watch you. 

“A little,” you offer with a small smile, winding a towel around your shoulders to catch the water from your hair. With your curls washed through, you need to take some time to work product in - one of the best and most calming parts of the routine. But, it won’t be quick, especially right now, and you relent with eyes shifting towards Andy thoughtfully. “You don’t have to wait for me on dinner, you know… this’ll take a bit.”

His nose scrunches up as if in disgust; he can’t believe you’d even suggest it. “Don’t worry about that - ‘ve been stealing a few bites while I cook. I’ll survive.” He presses off the doorframe to close the distance, hands moving up to squeeze your shoulders from behind once he’s close enough. “What’s more important is that you eat, sweetheart --- let me help so we can get you settled in with a plate, hm?”

The offer would make you nervous with anyone else; but Andy, diligent as ever, had gotten into a habit of watching you with your hair, picking up on the things that you do to treat it, style it, wash it. He’s only helped a few times before, but it’s always gone well, and tonight, you could use the extra love. The fingers in your scalp, soothing and focused. The kisses to the back of your neck every time he finishes a section. The soft rumble in his chest, inches from your back, when he hums to whatever song you’ve played to set the tone. For the second time that night, you feel your heart about to burst, and have to push down a rise of tears from the surge of love and emotion. 

“I’d really like that.”