#give me grace i literally do not know how to verbalize all of my thoughts about this

[florallylly]

i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

[simping-overload]

hi how are you? If requests are still open can I request headcanon for Transformers Prime? (predaking, shockwave and megatron) with a reader who is literally a dragon? The reader has kept a Cybertronian relic for a long time.

Megatron, Shockwave, and Predaking with a Dragon! S/O

a/n: sorry for taking an ungodly amount of time to get to this, hope you like it!

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tags: GN reader, dragon reader, robot x monster/dragon relationship, reader isn't suggest to be a human at all. reader isn't described to be verbal but assume they have a way to communicate, dragon hoards, fighting, mention of blood and animal death(just hinted), romance!!!!

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Megatron —

finds you fascinating, often he can find himself just staring. taking in your beauty and the power the radiates off of you.

of course, he'd like to have you fight for his cause. an advantage for one, and he simply loves seeing you fight.

he'd love to have you train with him. That would depend on your size, though. he knows better than to try to fight. that would be roughly the same size as his ship. (He's a sore loser when he loses btw.)

beware, he might treat you like a pet if he had you at his feet while he pet the rough skin and scales alongside your body. he may accidently go onto a power trip with you

however, feel more than free to put him back in his place. you're much stronger than him at the end of the day

When you show him your hoard, he's intrigued. He views it as a trophy room, like the one he once had from his gladiator days.

If the relic isn't useful to him, he'd let you keep it, but if it is, he will take it from you, regardless of your protest.

Shockwave —

of course, he takes a scientific interest in you. collects your scales you shed, examines your claws, and likes to scale just how strong your fire is and a lot of other things.

His sharp claws are perfect for preening, especially in the stubborn hard to reach places. while he doesn't admit it and claims he only does it to collect them, shockwave finds it very relaxing.

he wouldn't bother trying to fight you, he'd however would like to fly with you. moslty flying out to places that have predacon fossils or lost Cybertronian relics.

he likes to observe how you fly with or against the winds, taking down notes as your body adjusts to flying in high or low altitudes.

When you showed him your hoard, he was indifferent. he saw no point in hoarding objects that wouldn't benefit you.

as he looked around your domain, he picked up and fiddled with some items that he was interested in.

upon finding the relic he asks to take it, if you say no, he'll simply scan the core things he needs from it and leave it there, but if you say yes, he'll have a ball. he might give it back to you once it served it's purpose.

Predaking —

at first, he'd thought of you as a threat. somone who would take his place as a king. it wasn't until he, of course, grew closer and got to know you were he dropped these thoughts.

if your size is similar or doesn't have a very drastic difference, he'd love to spar or play fight with you.

he has no way to consume animals, but he'd love to go hunting with you or watch you hunt, to say the least. finds the way you move with such grace and precision is simply amazing to him.

he likes the difference between his metal and your scales. Feeling your body up against his is an odd sensation but very much welcomed. he's godly at preening your scales and would do anytime anywhere.

flying with you is one of his favorite pastimes with you. he most definitely tries to show off his flight capability as well, doing a wide variety of tricks and flips.

courting dancing/flights are a must. he's unfamiliar with his, but they're so engraved into his(the former kings)muscle memory that he'd remember as he went on with the courting.

when you respond with a dance of your own, he's smitten 10x again. Likes to learn your dance if you'd teach him.

also during courting and even after or before he likes bringing you gifts. Random trinkets he thinks you'd find joy in having.

upon being introduced into your hoard his is amazed. It was one of the most beautiful places he has seen.

unless the relic relates to him, he wouldn't bother doing anything with it, simply leaving it there alone unless shockwave may request it.

[chickenkupo]

Giving y'all a little something stuck in my head before I head out to a friendo gathering tonight. Also typing this on my phone so, thoughts and prayers for us all.

Comfort Care

Summary: After handling the incident with the Beret Society, Wriothesley begins to doubt his self-worth. His lovely partner offers him a moment of reprieve to remind him of his true value.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, mentions of trauma. Very light mention, though. I’m also not going to include spoilers other than mention of the Beret’s. That’s about it, surprisingly. I’m currently idle in Fontaine listening to the background music and this came to mind.

The bright blue sky was all he could behold as his head was resting in Neuvillette’s lap, the sun shining down on him and adding to the warmth that his lover’s lap also provided for him. A zephyr breezed by, and he could hear the trees in the distance, their leaves following the motions of the wind and offered a subtle shifting noise that brought him a wide sense of peace.

He then felt a gloved hand petting softly through his untamed hair, light scratches being provided as well as a soft pressure in a rhythmic motion. The more the ministrations continued, the more his thoughts seemed to slow, coming to a complete pause as he was consumed by the sensations. He shut his eyes, sighing deeply and began to feel himself drift away into an uncommon state of peace.

Archons, when was the last time since he was able to lay down and actually rest like this? Long before he was sentenced to the Fortress, which seemed like ancient history to him now.

“Wriothesley, though I admire you for your fortitude and discipline, I must say in some areas, you are certainly still lacking.” His lover said, hands continue to pet him and keeping him in his trance. Taking his words into consideration, Wriothesley frowned as he was about to reply, but was cut off.

“I know you will fight me tooth and nail about this, which is why I’m denying you the right for retaliation. You do not offer to me substantial proof that your character is lacking in any sort of fashion. Evidence submitted to me through observations, testimonies and the full known reputation of the Fortress shows how valued you are in Fontaine. You are called ‘Your Grace’ for many reasons, my soul, and none are of any negative factors.”

Wriothesley felt a shifting of weight below him, Neuvillette’s legs adjusting. He then felt a light pressure on his lips, causing him to open his steel-blue eyes in surprise, to take in the view. Neuvillette had leaned over to provide a soft, loving kiss, his white hair flowing around the two of them, like a light blanket of white rain.

Never in Wriothesley’s life had he felt so cared for, treasured like a fine gem that was found in the roughest pits. The scars of his past literally littered his body, haunting memories flooding through his thoughts at almost every waking hour. But now, that seemed all so distant. Lately all he could think about was this man and their future together. His heart swelled with happiness as he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. He raised one of his hands, twirling the white hair on one of his fingers, feeling how soft it was.

They continued to share the kiss for a few moments more, until he felt Neuvillette pull away. Wriothesley was about to pout, until his partner continued to share more words with him.

“Wriothesley, I want you to understand that for as long as you allow me, I will do what I can with the powers within me to provide the life you were so easily denied. You will want for nothing. My love for you will never falter, I will support you however I can. Say the words, and it is yours.”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them as Wriothesley pondered his words, Neuvillette allowing him as much time as he needed. The Chief Justice knew that the Duke was not used to such affection, but the fact that Wriothesley had not physically attacked him or verbally denied him meant it took root, and was accepted. This made Neuvillette smile.

“Well if you’re not going to deny me anything, could ya maybe start back with the head scratches?”

Neuvillette swore if Wriothesley had a tail, it would be wagging like the happiest of dogs right now.

[dc418writes]

•Where’s the Love?•

✨Pairing✨: fighter!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Little Anya has some beef with her father

⚠️: pretty much all tooth rotting fluff, a couple bad language words, mentions of verbal abuse

A/N🎙️: this is based off an Instagram video I saw (that I wish I had the link for but I do not🥲), and I hope you guys like it!

*Disclaimer!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found in Pinterest*

“Are you..Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately being handed a box and bouquet of pink and white daisies. “W-wait, what’s-?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy,” the deliverer sighs sounding less than enthused as she journeys back to her van. Closing the door with your foot, a smile graces your lips already knowing it couldn’t be from anyone but Curtis.

I know we agreed no presents this year, but I couldn’t resist. I saw the flowers walking to the gym and all I could think about was you. I know, so cliche right? But it’s true.

I’m uh..you know I’m not the best at this, but you and babygirl are literally my world and I know I’ve been gone a lot, which sucks, but I just wanna make sure y’all are good. That we’re good.

Hopefully I can see you soon, and give my baby plenty of kisses for me. -Love, Curtis

“Presents?!,” a small voice gasps as her little feet patter into the kitchen next to you.

“Yea mamas look,” you smile lifting her to rest on your hip so she could clearly see everything. “Daddy bought a cake for us for Valentine’s Day! Looks yummy right?”

“Mhm!” Her chipper mood seems to fall though noticing only your name on the pretty bouquet resting on the counter.

“What’s wrong buggie?”

“Only your flowers. Not mine.”

“Aw Anya, they’re just as much yours as they are mine.” She’s not too happy with your answer though, remaining quiet as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“Why don’t we call daddy so you two can talk, yea?”

Reaching for your phone, it doesn’t take long for him to answer your call after you’ve dialed. Lips brightly stretched wide and face dripping sweat, he clearly had just finished his training session as he sits near the wide window and the sun’s rays shine behind him.

“There’s my girls! You like your surprise?��

“We did. Thank you honey it was really sweet, but uh Anya wants to talk to you.”

“What’s up babygirl?” Sitting down on the couch, you’re able to angle your screen so he can see the pout and disappointed look on your three-year-old’s face. Her deep brown curls fighting for attention as they fall near her hazel eyes.

His frown mimics her own hearing her little sniffles as she wipes her eye. “Why so sad?”

“No flowers..”

That confuses him at first until it dawns on him, making him softly sigh scratching the back of his neck with his still taped hand.

He didn’t purposely mean to hurt his little girl and make her feel left out. Curtis genuinely thought she’d be more excited about the cake - having a sweet tooth so big, it’d make Willy Wonka himself gasp - than flowers she couldn’t do anything with. Clearly he was mistaken.

“You don’t love me?,” she asks with watery eyes that further break his heart.

“Of course I love you Anya. In fact, I love you past the farthest star in the sky. You know how much that is?”

She gently shakes her head now sitting up beside you.

“It’s so much, I can’t even hold my arms out wide enough to show you,” he smiles chuckling at her shocked expression and the little “wow” that leaves her mouth. “I’m sorry I made you sad though. Daddy’s gonna make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay,” Anya nods.

“Now, gimme the knockout.” Instantly, she’s flashing her biggest, widest smile before giggling at Curtis’ dramatic display of clutching his chest and flailing backwards. It was one of their many cute daddy-daughter antics that never failed to make you smile and, in turn, miss him even more.

At the sight of his agent impatiently tapping his watch with a slew of photographers and journalists behind him, Curtis sighs trying to put on a brave face for his family. “I’m doing this for my girls,” he silently reminds himself. Giving them the life they deserve.

“Alright I gotta go. Be good for mommy.”

“Comin’ home today?!,” she asks with that adorable tilt of her head making some of her coils spring up and down.

“N-No, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.” He doesn’t miss the disappointment and hurt that flashes across her face. The one on yours either. “I’m gonna see if I can make something happen though.”

“Okay, give daddy kisses. He still has work to do,” you sigh trying not to let the underlying heartbreak take over your tone. Watching the both of them leave a peck on the screen alleviates the pain a bit, but not enough for you to forget.

“Do I get kisses from mommy too?,” Curtis asks with that boyish smirk that’s worked on you since high school. The slight tilt of his head reminding you of sitting in the back of that library all those years ago.

“Sure. The moment you walk through that door.” Your innocent smile has him chuckling.

“Cmon Dex, ya gonna leave me like that?” Your silence as you smooth your daughter’s hair out of her face pretending to ignore him makes a smug grin appear on his as if he had something up his sleeve. “Alright then. I still love you though.”

You try, but it’s impossible to hide your smile when his blue eyes look at you like that. Like you were his world filled with peace and all the good he ever could’ve asked for.

“Love you too.”

“Love you daddy!,” Anya grins one last time before giving him another kiss he happily “grabs” to place on his lips.

“I love you! I’ll talk to you later okay?” The small apartment is quiet again after saying your final goodbyes and hanging up with Curtis. Both you and little Anya leaning on each other still sat on the couch wishing he was home.

“You know what? We should have a girls day. Nails, a little shopping-,”

“Ice cream!!,” Anya excitedly shouts jumping into your arms and giving you a much needed laugh and cuddles.

“Of course.” Anything to get away from that apartment. “Cmon let’s get ready.”

-

Hey. Hate we couldn’t talk tonight, but I know you’re busy (sent 8:29 pm)

Hopefully we can hear your voice tomorrow💕(sent 8:30 pm)

Love you, and get some rest 💋(sent 8:30 pm)

Staring at your phone, you wonder if you should still call so he could at least say goodnight to Anya. It was part of their routine and he never missed it - much to his agent’s displeasure. He even tried to make a “no calls after eight” rule after he happened to overhear one of your late night conversations, but of course - ever the rebel - Curtis told him where he could shove that rule.

“Jammies mommy.” Standing in her fairy themed, light green pajamas she twirls with a wide smile before bouncing on the balls of her tiny feet.

“Look at you! You put them on all by yourself,” you smile sweeping your giggling daughter into your arms to kiss all over her face. “I’m proud of you.”

“Next, call daddy for goodnights!”

“No not tonight buggie. Daddy’s a bit-,”

The knocks at the front door startle you both definitely not expecting any visitors at this time of night.

“Mom-,”

“Shh sweetie,” you whisper holding her tight as you wait for whatever was to come next. Hopefully nothing.

Another knock follows soon after, further increasing your heart rate for who could be on the other side. With your boyfriend’s not so squeaky clean past, you can only hope it’s merely a person at the wrong door.

“Wait here okay?,” you softly instruct Anya leaving a kiss to the top of her head as your sock covered feet slowly pad to the door. Attempting to peek out the peephole, you’re only met with darkness from it being covered.

Whoever was there clearly didn’t want you seeing them until they said so.

“Who is it?”

“Open and find out.”

The all too familiar voice has relief sweeping over your body as your fingers work to unlatch all the locks. Silently, you curse your landlord for having so many installed rather than investing in a proper security system, or guard at least.

Eventually you open the door to his muscular form leaning against the doorframe. His blue eyes clearly tired, but so happy to see his girl again. He barely gets a foot inside before your lips are on his; holding him close with your fists clutching the front of his gray hoodie.

“I see the attitude’s gone,” he jokes before pecking your lips once more and along your jaw.

“Curtis what-,”

“Daddy?!,” your daughter squeals peeking from the couch to make sure she heard you correctly. Her face brightens as Curtis kneels smiling just as wide as her. “Hi Daddy!”

You move just in time as Anya runs right into his chest wrapping her small arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too baby girl.” He plants kisses to her temple and all along her face making her giggle from his ticklish facial hair. “Hey I got something for ya.”

From behind his back he holds out a small bouquet of colorful roses that instantly makes her gasp before briefly going outside to bring in a dark brown teddy bear big enough for her to sleep on if she wanted. It makes both of you chuckle the way she bounces on her toes and claps unable to contain her excitement.

“You like it mamas?”

“Mhm!,” she nods tightly hugging her new toy. “Tank you!”

“You’re welcome, but Anya I really want you to listen to what daddy’s about to say...” At his slightly more authoritative tone, she lets go of her furry friend to stand in front of Curtis squatting down to be at her level. Her tiny hands nervously wringing around each other behind her back and big eyes staring up at her father patiently waiting for what was to come.

“Gifts does not measure amount of love, okay?,” he begins holding out his hands for her to grab. “Yes it’s a nice way to show someone how much you care for them, but it’s also not the only way either. Understand?”

There’s a pause before she hesitantly nods her head of curls. “Yes…you still love me.”

“I’ll always love you. And daddy’s sorry again for hurting your feelings.”

“S’okay,” she smiles placing a sweet kiss on his cheek and giving him another quick hug. “Now, help please.”

She returns to her bear trying to tug it’s arm toward the hall, but it only moves a couple inches making her huff in frustration.

“Of course baby girl,” he chuckles. “I got you.”

-

It’s nearly 11 when Curtis carefully enters your shared bedroom. After placing George the bear - how his daughter came up with George he didn’t know - in the corner near her closet, Anya of course wanted Curtis to read her a story. One then turned into two, which then led to catching him up on everything at daycare with auntie Max.

Well, to the best she could that is. Just turning three not too long ago, clearly communicating was still a challenge at times. But he didn’t mind - he thought it was adorable honestly - and sat on the floor beside her bed listening intently to every word until she talked herself to sleep.

“Everything went okay?”

“Yea, she’s completely out,” he replies. A smirk forms along his lips - and a giggle escapes yours - as he crawls over your relaxed body lying in bed. His nose gently taps against yours before your mouths collide for the second time tonight. This time more passionate, showing just how much you missed each other.

You can tell there’s more behind it though.

Pulling away, your thumb slowly grazes along his cheekbone taking in the fading bruise that was nearly gone, but still needed a day or two to heal. Your face unknowingly shows your disapproval making Curtis peck the inside of your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“I know. Still don’t like it though.”

He lowly chuckles leaning down to nibble along the column of your neck. “I know Dex.”

“So how long do we get with you? I know Simon didn’t okay your field trip.”

“Simon can kiss my ass. He doesn’t control me, I’m a grown man,” he retorts in a grumble while lifting his head that only causes you to roll your eyes. Why didn’t he just get rid of him if he hated him so much?

“I don’t wanna think about that alright? Lemme focus on my girl.” Your hand blocks anymore kisses he tries to distract you with sitting up to have more control if he dared try.

“Don’t.”

He sighs in defeat before lying on his back with long arms stretched over his head. A small bit of his lower abs and happy trail peeking from his hoodie and shirt rising. “…I gotta be to the airport in a couple hours.”

Yes it hurt, but you already suspected as much simply nodding as you slide closer to him. “Did you tell Anya?”

“Yea, s’why bedtime took longer.” He debated against it, not wanting to see that excitement fade from her beautiful face and tears well up in her eyes so similar to yours. But if not then with him, it’ll be left for you to deal with in the morning. Admittedly an unfair cop out on his part.

“Curtis…are you sure this is what you want?,” you whisper. He’s quiet, slowly blinking at the ceiling as he scratches at his scruff in reflective thought. Truthfully, he wondered that himself at times while landing blow after blow to the black punching bag. Or on his daily night jog where his thoughts boomed louder than the music in his ears.

“It’s all I know. All I’m good for.”

“That’s not true.” He snorts at that, turning to look at you with a disbelieving grin.

“Y/N, you of all people know-,”

“Know your past? Know the dark stuff that’s always lurking? Yea I was there, but that’s not all you are baby.”

It’s hard for him to believe that with his father’s gravely voice plaguing his mind at the most inopportune times.

“Just like your old man. All you bring is pain and destruction,” he darkly chuckles before taking a swig from his trusty flask he’s had since Curtis could remember. Probably earlier than that.

“Too bad your brother had to find that out the hard way huh?”

Your thumb grazing over the cut in his dark eyebrow brings him back, now focused on you and your soft smile.

“Where’d you go?”

“It’s..uh..it’s late. You should get some rest.”

Watching your expression change to quizzical, Curtis already knows what’s coming next.

“I only have…an hour and a half left with you. I’m not spending that time asleep unless you’re sleeping with me. If not, then I guess we’re both gonna be up,” you confidently respond. Playfully rolling his eyes, he sucks his teeth as he taps his pec signaling you to join him - which you happily oblige draping your leg over his hips with a giddy curl to your full lips.

“Damn you’re stubborn,” he chuckles lightly rubbing along your thigh and it’s adjoining cheek.

“I’ve been told.”

[hatosaur]

ep. 8 thoughts here we go. tw for sexual assault obv.

so i liked the episode, but not really as much as the others. compared to the others, i’m closer to lukewarm. the episode felt a bit rushed in the second half, because the first half spent an adequate amount of time setting up david.

i’m gonna talk about david first to get him outta the way.

i liked most of the details they added for him:

the christian thing -- as i was watching, i thought it was a good way to subtly imply the pedo thing without being overt about it. we also never got to see how much power david had in the game, so those beginning moments of the ep where his unequivocable leadership over the group is shown were really good at silently highlighting that. i’ve also seen it pointed out this being the “traditional” and “correct” way to maintain society and yet immediately turning to eating their own kind because of their one leader, versus jackson being communist and thriving because everyone holds the exact same amount of power, is really, really funny.

the subtle emphasis on traditional gender roles -- i don’t really recall him having this in the game but that moment where he insists he’s that one girl’s father because of his role in the town is a really scary prelude to what role he thinks ellie should take up alongside him.

the teacher thing -- much like the christian thing, but something that doesn’t quite hit till later. creeps me out just thinkin about it.

the detail that i didn’t like, which i feel crumples up all this good subtextual writing and throws in it the bin is david’s attempt to rape ellie. in my post about ep. 7, i was HOPING that they wouldn’t be more explicit about david’s...intentions than they already had been; and they did exactly that, but in the smallest way. in the penultimate moment, in the burning diner, david admits he likes “the part where they fight” the most and reaches for his belt. like...i get it. you want it to be clear-clear that he’s a pedophile, that had ellie gotten to the machete a bit later in the game, maybe he would’ve made that intention clear as well, but why go that far narratively? you already have the building blocks for the audience assuming he’s a creep, you even strengthened it in the subtext, so why make him attempt to sexually assault her, in a burning building i might add????

the only saving grace was bella’s acting chops and, of course, when she kills the mf.

i’m not a fan of craig mazin’s reasoning for his changes nor his understanding of the characters, especially in the bts for this ep. his point about david being right about ellie having a “violent heart” is gross, because no, she doesn’t?? she doesn’t have a violent heart anymore than joel does, or maria, or tommy, because they all live in the post-apocalypse. she’s a literal kid trying to survive and maintain the good that she has, why describe her in such a weird way? when she’s quite literally the embodiment of good and hope in the series??? i know more than you, craig. >:///

a change that i did like was the separation between what happened in the burning building and joel finding ellie. because yes, i agree, the whole point of ellie’s section was for her to come out victorious through her own making. that moment where they find each other again, with all the fucked up additions, did feel all the more relieving, i’ll give it that.

that other change where it’s not joel pulling her close, but ellie going in for a much-needed hug, was really good. to me, it works with the build-up of ellie’s reliance on his protection. “if you die, i’m fuckin’ dead out here” & “i can’t fucking do this without you” were building up to this point where she can (non-verbally) say that she needs him.

in the game, it’s more so “she’s finally safe, thank god she’s safe,” which is still good, clearly because it’s one of the best scenes in the game and because we’re in joel’s shoes, but i like that the show’s depiction of them plays into the dynamic of ellie loving joel’s protection and him just being there for her. shit, i like seeing how much ellie loves joel in the show!!! her cuddling up with joel REALLY felt to me like for a moment, she could pretend for a second that he’s more than some guy transporting her across the country, but like maybe a dad? something like a dad? something precious that she wants in her life for a long time??

the game being from joel’s perspective, we don’t get as much on ellie’s feelings, how she comes to love joel, and i really dig that the show is giving us that. like hey, i know she’s a kid and of course, that means she’ll latch on to him faster but maybe it’s a bit more complex than that, who knows.

HEY, SPEAKING OF JOEL: poor guy’s parts of the ep were way too short :( not just in an “i wanna see joel do more sick shit because this is a gameplay section” kinda way, but also in a “hey, you’re rushing the episode” kinda way. i wanted more of him tearing the place apart in search of ellie. the game had it that way to match the chaotic energies that both parties were going through just to get back with each other! but joel’s portions of the ep were lacking and it seemed like the episode needed that boost. in trying to remember what joel was doing in the episode, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t really his torture scene but him ambling about in the snow. not a great thing. give the man more to do, please. i now see what people mean when they say the action has been neutered a bit.

anyway, back to ellie again lol. 

bella was AMAZING in this. they’re so good at acting and acting like ellie that it’s like??? where they born to play ellie???? she killed all the feral moments, the vulnerable moments, the moments where ellie fucks up. the “ellie is the little girl that broke your fucking finger” moment was PHENOMENAL. 

last episode next week. it’s 44 min apparently?? i’m not liking how that looks. if it were up to me, it’d be a two-parter. a bigass slow burn. one episode dedicated to ellie and joel only, expands their growing relationship after winter, lets them be soft, has the giraffe moment, makes things seem okay, then at the end they get found by the fireflies. second starts with the anna flashback and really digs into what’s about to happen, rounding off the theme of getting into the scientific side of the cordyceps in a neat way, then kicks off the end segment of the game.

here’s hoping they nail it.

[tokuteasings]

Dating - Ian Yorkland

Dedicated to Ghost Wife~! Wherever you are, hun, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: It’s literally been 60 years since I watched them but I did my best~! I miss Ian so much man.

Ian is the definition of a loyal partner. A man who you can take home to your parents and have him charm the ever living pants off of them. He’s the kind of partner who will not hesitate to show up to your workplace with not only food, but whatever essentials you needed for the day, or just shows up for the fun of it because he missed you – and brought along a bouquet of flowers because he thought of you! He’s rather spontaneous in this aspect and in a way, you two almost never leave the honeymoon phase at all! He keeps this love alive, for as long as it can go. After all, with the line of work he is in and how fate works…no one knows exactly when either of you two will kick the bucket; Ian knows this well so he wants to ensure that every single little moment he spends with you is positive.

In fact…it’s was a strange transition from friendship to lovers. You two were such in a comfortable state and it was obvious that Ian was flirting with you. However, there was this…little line that wasn’t going to be crossed anytime soon unless one of you made that leap. Unsurprisingly, it was Ian. You had noticed he wasn’t flirting as much anymore, or not at all, actually. He had lavished his affections upon you with gifts, words, and even finger kisses. You had to work up the confidence to ask if he was serious and he gives you this soft smile you haven’t seen out of him, his eyes sparkling with this sort of electric energy as he whispers to you, “All I’ve wanted was to have you as my partner.” in this honest and earnest voice, nervousness twinged at the edges. He’s hesitant to have let you known but he hasn’t felt like this in years now. He’ll be hurt if you didn’t accept his feelings but would take it with grace. But when you confirmed that you liked it him, Ian had to stop himself from celebrating with the loudest cheer right then and there! Instead, he merely takes your hand into his, runs his thumb over your knuckles and presses a kiss to them with a wink of his eye. “Then I’ll see you tonight?”

He never forgets to tell you that he loves you. Verbally, physically, through gestures…to someone like Ian, he shows love in multitudes of fashions. Ian’s primary love languages are: verbal, physical touch, acts of service, gifts, and quality time. He’s proud of each and every crumble of affection he gives you and will not hesitate do to so in public. However, Ian has these sort of moments of sheer quietness as he thinks of what to say. He’s careful of his words when it comes to you, and it’s not a stifling quietness, but you know that he’s somewhere deep within his thoughts and needs something to help bring him out of them. But it’s during these hella quiet moments when he whispers you the most...saccharine things. Whispers of how much he loves you, mushy things. Ian always holds you close (hand or cuddling) whenever he does this. It’s like he never wants to let this go...and he won’t.

Ian is a loyal man and knows you won’t cheat on him or anything but he’s also not a jealous kind of person either. If anything, he’s pouty. He’ll dramatically talk off whoever’s ear is closest (Souji or Nossan) and complain, “Oh! My darling doesn’t love me anymore~!” and fake sob into their arms. Nossan gently has to pat his back and make him stop while Souji is just rolling his eyes and wants out. But there is no doubt that Ian is beyond clingy. He wants to cherish you until the sun dies and he is going to fucking do it. So expect him to send you constant texts about how much he misses you or the other Kyoryugers texting you to save them from Ian. 

Ian adores giving you nicknames! His faves are, “my treasure” “my darling” “my honey” and so on and so forth. He tends to make them up as he goes along and has a shit ton of them stored within that brain of his. The moments when he whispers them into your ear when you two are alone are perhaps...the best. He’s drawling out his English as he runs his hand up your leg and into your awaiting hand and kissing the knuckles with a gentle smile to his lips. It’s a simple set of nicknames with so much love poured inside and it makes you m e l t

Marriage is a goal for Ian but it’s also not a goal at the same time. There’s really no rush to head into it but there is this sort of mental image to Ian’s head about making you his and his alone. He will honestly wait for a couple of years, five or so, to pop the question. He’s nervous and you can tell because he took so much time to figure out the ring and how to propose. But he wants a family, he wants to settle down with you and share surnames and just exist in a space that exists for only the two for you and the two of you alone. Ian will wait for you once you’re ready but trust me when I say that marriage is going to be bliss for you two. If you two decide to have kids, Ian is the most dotting parent you have ever seen. It’s slightly overprotective but it’s more so that he wants his kiddos to be raised in a happy and healthy environment.

Arguments aren’t often but they do exist. They’re not heated but Ian wants to tell you his thoughts and will listen to yours. He wants to find solutions for this and if he’s getting angry, he tends to go off on his own to cool down. This rarely happens though and Ian normally wants to confront the problem right away. He’ll gently talk to you about it, having this sense of calm and wants to have this end in a way for all parties to walk away satisfied. He doesn’t half ass things and Ian rarely gets upset with anything. So these are pretty short and solved rather quickly.

PDA Monster. This fucker legit cannot keep his hands off of you and you know it. He’s always going to be holding your hands somehow, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and smirking at your flushed face. He loves wrapping his arms around you and kisses in public are also rather often. He tends to give you random surprise hugs and kisses outta nowhere and honestly it’s some of the best because his love had boiled and simmered until they reached a point where he cannot hide them! He has to hug you! Kiss you! He’s clingy as hell and will just fucking show up to your work just to get some free kisses. His favorite kisses to do in public are knuckle and finger kisses, because he’s such a tactile person, he has to show love to his other favorite method of affection - physical touch. 

Ian’s dates are fifty-fifty, not in a bad way but more so you two take turns on deciding what kind of things to do today. He’s just as happy to do indoor dates as outdoor dates. More often than not though, Ian will pick a date where the two of you will have fun. He tends to pick food places that you both like and will just spend the date feeding you! If he had to pick a date place that he wants, he would probably pick some sort of museum or botanical garden. You two can walk and talk, discuss the finer things in life and enjoy some quiet time together. He’ll probably say some cheesy as hell things like, “This piece of art is beautiful but not as beautiful as you.”

Dating Ian is a dream in itself. He always tends to end dates with a gentle kiss on the lips while holding your hand and then kisses the back of your hand. He’s the partner that wakes you up at 3am in the morning just to go star watching or comes by in the most ungodly hours of the day because he heard you were sick and made you soup. Ian is just someone who was probably made to be your soulmate and there is no other way around it or about it. But to be honest, the day he finds out that he wants to marry you is when you did something that clicked in his head. A lazy morning where he is reading a book and you’re on your phone, you let out a silly little laugh at a post and he glances over at you with this knowing smile and already is making plans to propose. But then he’ll reach over and kiss you, gentle, and whisper, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” and it’s probably a proposal in itself but...you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[jowrites]

When the Dahlia sings Her Song - 10. Boys don't cry. Real men cry.

TW: Mentions of death, physical abuse, mental illness, depression, anxiety, parental death, verbal abuse, mute disorder, mentions of sex, some smut(in future), cursing

Strangers to Lovers. Lee Heeseung x F!OC(I like giving names).

Masterlist Here. Prev. Next. Jo's Masterlist Here.

taglist: @enhabooks

So what’s your story, Lee Heeseung?

Heeseung frowned at the pad in front of him, wondering exactly what to tell her. Does he tell her everything? Would she even care to listen to everything? What was there to say? He never really even considered himself having a story. He was just a chaebol who kept quiet and lived quietly. Nothing special about him. Kai poked his cheek, taking him from his thoughts and he shrugged.

“I’m just a boring chaebol.”

No, your real story. Everyone knows you’re rich.

“What do you mean?”

Who are you? The real you?

“I never gave it much thought, I don’t really think about myself. I mean that in a literal way, I don’t really have hobbies other than working out and working. I read, cook for myself…I don’t really do anything. I’m boring.”

What about your friends?

“Jay is my only friend, really. I interact here and there between others in functions but I don’t hangout with them. They’re all too pretentious and disgusting, like as people. I never take interest in their…hobbies.”

What do they do?

“Oh trust me, I don’t think you want to know.”

Right, I’ll take your word. You always seem to zone out though. You have a lot on your mind.

“It’s normal for me to do that, but sometimes I’m not even thinking of anything, I'm just…blank. It might sound sad to you but it’s really normal for me. I zone out a lot so I don’t have to listen to them, those people.”

Don’t you ever say anything if you disapprove?

“I can’t…I can never speak what’s on my mind. This is quite funny actually, I think this is the most honest I’ve been in a long time. I've been able to be in a long time.”

Well, anytime you want to talk about what's on your mind you can say it to me. I’m a great listener, you know. I won’t ever interrupt you.

“You’re quite witty. Thank you for being so nice to me.”

Kai reached out and grabbed his hand, she then lifted his hand and placed a bandaid on it. Heeseung watched curiously at the girl as she scribbled something on it with her pen. When she gave his hand back, he looked down and it said: “Don’t get hurt anymore! I’m rooting for you!” Heeseung was quick to keep the tears from falling from his eyes. He was really good at stopping himself from crying when he wanted to cry, his father always yelled at him that he can’t cry so he forced himself not to. Even when he needs to.

“Come, I’ll take you home.”

He stood up offering his hand out to her. She quickly jumped up and took his hand in hers. Together the two walked hand in hand down to where he left his car a while ago. It was really late now and Kai was sure Jake was having a panic attack by now. Her phone managed to die earlier when she was still trying to get to Heeseung. He opened the car door for her and she could feel all sorts of warmth throughout her body, just how he always seemed to have manners and be a gentleman. Butterflies were gracing her stomach. 

She poked his shoulder holding up her phone and he quickly understood. He opened the middle and took out the charger and she quietly started charging her phone. Soon enough, he drove away and they sat in a nice comfortable silence. Kai looked out the window and Heeseung knew she was probably singing songs in her head, it looked like she always did. The drive was long and the car was comfortable. Kai started feeling exhausted and soon she drifted off, but before she fully could, her heart started racing at what the boy next to her said.

“Oh, Dahlia…just what have you done to me?”

**********

Jake was freaking out. He stood in the shop, pacing back and forth as his pulse raced and his anxiety was stuck in his throat. He knew he should have gone with her, he knew it! He doesn’t know what went over him when he allowed Kai to go without him. She doesn’t even talk! Jake started gripping his hair tightly, smacking the side of his head, tears brimming in his eyes as his freakout started happening. Sunghoon quickly came to his side, grabbing his arms and holding him, comforting him the way he knew how. 

“Hey, shh, shhh. She’s going to be okay. She’s okay. She’ll be home soon!” Sunghoon whispered, hushing Jake and calming him down. Jake and Sunghoon were in love, they just didn’t know it yet. Sunghoon was Jake's anchor in a lot of things. He truly loved him.

Suddenly, lights came down the road and a car stopped outside. Jake felt the anxiety start releasing from his body as he calmed down. He nodded and Sunghoon let him go, looking at his face and wiping some of his tears from his cheeks. Jake nodded again reassuring him that it was okay and a thank you. On the outside, Heeseung opened the passenger side and gently started to shake Kai.

“Kai, sweetheart, we’re here.”

She gave a very faint mumble, one he could barely hear as he leaned down closer to her face. She was curled up on the seat, his jacket was covering her small body and he wondered if this is what angel’s looked like. He pushed some of her hair out of her face, his face inches from hers and just then her eyes opened. They just stared at each other for a while before Heeseung pulled back, clearing his throat and standing straight.

“We’re back, safe and sound.”

She nodded and began to get out of the car slowly and in a very tired state. He held her by the waist as she slowly walked inside, Jake and Sunghoon standing in the front just watching them. Jake felt a wave of relief fill him, the way he watched Heeseung care for his sister was pulling at his heart. Maybe this is the man who can change it all for her. 

“She fell asleep in the car, she’s really tired,” Heeseung said as they came in.

“I got her, thanks,” Sunghoon walked forward and effortlessly picked Kai up in his arms and took her back to take her upstairs to bed.

“She uhm…sorry it’s late, Here’s her phone, it died earlier and she charged it in the car but then fell asleep,” Heeseung handed her phone to Jake who took it and nodded.

“You should stay, it’s late and you shouldn’t be driving back, it’s a long drive,” Jake said. 

“How long was she gone?” Heeseung asked.

“She left this morning, or…yesterday morning since it’s like 2 am now…I was meant to go with her,” Jake sighed.

“This morning?” Heeseung asked. That meant she was waiting at the company all day, for him. 

“She really wanted to see you,” Jake chuckled.

“I’m glad she did, I’m glad I got to her,” Heeseung said. 

“We can talk later but you want to stay again?” Jake asked and Heeseung just nodded, feeling the exhaustion now hit him. 

Heeseung followed Jake upstairs again, this time he had his bag of clothes and things he always keeps in his car just in case. He went back to the room he stayed at last time he was here and Jake gave him a small ‘goodnight’ and left down the hall. He went to Kai’s room and saw her asleep. Jake laid next to her and wrapped an arm around her and began to cry. Down the hall, Heeseung stood in the shower and let the tears fall from his eyes freely, the tears he’s been holding in.

*********

When Heeseung woke up, the sun looked like it barely just came out and the room looked like Spring had come. He doesn’t know what it was about this place, but he was very content and felt so at peace. He could get the best sleep there, and he wanted to just stay in the bedding and let the blankets engulf him. But he had things to do and places to be, so he dragged himself up, put on a soft shirt had had in his bag and brushed his teeth. He left the room, entering the sanctuary in silence. It was so quiet and he couldn’t help but just stand there and take it all in.

He made his way to the kitchen, where Jake sat at the table alone already awake but he looked a mess.

“Would you like some coffee?” He asked.

“Uhm, sure. I got it, thanks,” Heeseung walked over and poured himself a cup, going over and finding the cream in the fridge.

“You seem to be making yourself at home,” Jake teased, Heeseung chuckled.

“I saw it last time…” Heeseung said as he took a seat across from Jake.

“I really appreciate you bringing her home, and she’s in one piece,” Jake said. “You have no idea how crazy I was going. She’s my only family.”

“It’s not a problem, I actually have grown…really…” Heeseung trailed off, clearing his throat. “I’m very fond of her.”

“Yeah, anyone with eyes can see that,” Jake teased. “She’s very special. She’s fragile, so please treat her gently.”

“I really want to,” Heeseung admitted, blushing and looking away. 

“Oh! You’re blushing!” Jake teased, just then Sunghoon walked in followed by Kai.

“Morning!” Sunghoon said, walking over and getting some coffee.

Kai went straight to her brother and kissed his cheek, then she walked over to Heeseung and kissed his cheek as well, making the man freeze up. He looked down hoping she didn’t see his blush as Jake chuckled to himself.

“Ah, and of course I get skipped,” Sunghoon pouted. Kai rolled her eyes and went over and kissed his cheeks too, to which he got shy and took his spot next to Jake.

“Wait, Kai what happened to your face?” Jake frowned, looking between Heeseung and Kai, about to blow up.

“One of the security members at my company hit her,” Heeseung admitted and Kai looked away, knowing the reaction Jake was about to give.

“He what? Kai, why!? Where were you?” He yelled at Heeseung.

Kai began to sign things to him and he groaned. 

“Kai, you can’t just do things like that! Think next time! What if you actually got really hurt?” Jake scolded. “You can’t be so stupid! Not everyone is as friendly as you!”

“Hey, easy,” Sunghoon said, as Kai’s eyes started to tear up.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Heeseung reached out to Kai, and she leaned into him, hiding her face from her brother.

“Kai, he didn’t mean it like that. He was really worried about you last night, he cares about you,” Sunghoon cleared things up.

“She was really brave actually,” Heeseung spoke up. “I fired him on the spot, and was going to call the cops and press charges for her but she stopped me. She saved that man’s job out of the graciousness of her heart. I still want to go and punch him in the face though.”

“Yeah, sounds like her,” Sunghoon nodded.

“Kai, you should have let him! You out of all people don’t deserve to be hit. Look, I’m sorry for yelling, I was worried about you all day and you wouldn’t answer your phone. It drove me crazy,” Jake said and Kai nodded, understanding and signing something to him. She got up and hugged him, patting his head. Heeseung gave a small smile at the sight, the two siblings were endearing to watch. Something he could not relate to.

“Are you close to your brother?” Sunghoon asked.

“Define close,” Heeseung said. “If you mean proximity, sure. We live together, if you mean like them? Not at all. I’m just there to try and keep him in check. Just last week I punched him in the face.”

Kai gasped, taking out her pad and writing something down.

That’s not nice. You should apologize.

“He deserved it, plus, he’s also an asshole. My father is forcing him to marry this other chaebol from another company, as punishment for how he normally behaves,” Heeseung shrugged.

“Woah! That stuff like, actually happens?” Jake asked.

“A lot, my parents were in arranged marriage too,” Heeseung admitted.

“And what about you?” Jake asked.

“He’s leaving me alone right now, I’m taking over the company for him so he said ‘you can have your freedom’...as if he thinks my life is anything of the sort,” Heeseung clenched his jaw just thinking about it all.

“That’s really…” Sunghoon trailed off.

“Sad? My whole life has been like this, I’m used to it,” Heeseung admitted. “This is the only thing I’ve really done for myself, being here. Being with her.”

All eyes turned to Kai and she blushed, turning away quickly and going to start breakfast. Her heart ached, it ached for the man sitting at the table. It ached for herself because in times like this, she wished she could go to her mother and just rave about the handsome man who is sweeping her off her feet. She craved this love, and she craved telling them about it. But she couldn’t, she can only hold it to herself and wonder just how they would be. If they liked him just as much as she did. Knowing her parents, she hoped it was them who sent him to her.

**********

Heesueng stayed a little longer. He stayed in the shop with Kai, helping her water the plants and trying his best to understand them better. He stayed by her side helping her tie ribbons and strings to bags, picking and arranging flowers for some people who stopped by. Her smile was so bright and so beautiful wherever she looked. The sun was just glowing and shining down on her as if she was being sun kissed before his eyes. 

“Sunghoon,” Heeseung pulled Sunghoon’s attention from his work. “How did she lose her voice?”

“She had a terrible accident. It’s not really mine to say much but she lost her family, since then she doesn’t talk, it’s why she signs and writes things down mostly.” 

When he looked back up at her, he watched her from across the room and saw the smile on her face, still so in bloom. She was the most gentle and kindest soul he has known in a while, a breath of fresh air. He couldn’t help but be angry at what she endured and why she is the way now. He didn’t realize it until he felt the slight tingle on his hands. Just the teardrop his eye shed he didn’t realize he was even crying. He watched her work in silence and oh, how he craved to hear her song.

[renmemo18]

Past to Present- Part One

She always loved the view of the grounds. She stood facing out of the classroom window, transfixed on the glow the castle gave off from this angle. The shimmer, emitting from the grass and trees. True, this was a magical place (in the most literal sense of the word), but the beauty alone always surpassed the acts of magic, in her personal opinion.

A verbal "knock, knock" came from the opening of the door by a most familiar voice. She turned and smiled. "Mum!" She crossed the room and took Minerva McGonagall into her arms. " And here I thought I got the jump on you this year. I should have known." Minerva took her daughters hands and stepped back, giving her an amused smile. " Morrigan, I believe I arrived just shortly before you did, so I'll give you the win just this once." Her eyes sparkled. "How are you? The journey wasn't too bad, I hope?" Morrigan escorted her mother to the closest desk chairs and sat. "Not bad at all. Dumbledore allowed me to use the fireplace in his office for the day. Daughter of the Deputy Headmistress privileges, I'm sure." She knew this wasn't typical; being allowed to utilize the floo network in and out of the school (if not for emergencies). However, Dumbledore had always taken a great liking to her and her mother. Allowing for some given grace in certain circumstances. "Now, now..." Minerva shook her head and tapped the back of her daughter's hand. " You know full well that has nothing to do with me. Although..." she looked a little apprehensive now. " Albus has invited the two of us for afternoon tea." Morrigan looked at her, a little confused. "Oh, alright. Is... something wrong?" "No, no of course not!" Minerva reassured her. "I believe he just has some before term notices he would like to discuss with you, I mean to say; us." She had hardly ever seen her mother so nervous. But surely if it was true that nothing was wrong, there should be no need for concern...

They exited the classroom and made their way to the Headmasters office at a quarter till noon. "Are you ready for classes to start?" Minerva asked her, smiling. " Oh, yes!" Morrigan beamed. " I have a trip planned for my seventh years to visit St. Mungos. Some first hand experience and visuals of the field. Just the minor levels, nothing too graphic." She hurriedly reassured her mum after she had fixed her with a hard stare. Morrigan taught Healer Studies. A class dedicated to the Healer profession and those wishing to follow that path after their time at Hogwarts. However, other students were invited to participate in her class as well, who were choosing alternative paths; such as becoming Aurors. They talked all the way to the foot of a large stone gargoyle. " Ice Mice". At those words, the gargoyle jumped aside and allowed them to ascend the large staircase hidden behind it. Minerva rapped three times on the wooden door before they heard a soft "enter." The door opened, and they both stepped into the vast office, filled with natural light and strange objects. Albus Dumbledore slowly stood from behind his desk, smiled, and gestured for them to sit before him. "Ah, the McGonagall's! What a pleasure to have you both here! Please sit,sit." With a wave of his wand, a large tea pot and three cups and saucers flew through the air and landed gently on the desk. " Morrigan, I'm delighted to hear rave reviews from your classes. Every student who had taken your class last year had thoroughly enjoyed your teachings, with also astounding success rates on their exams. I can not thank you enough for taking up the post with such grace." Morrigan blushed. "It was my pleasure, Professor, truly." He beamed at her. "Should you need anything, my door is always open for you." A moment passed, and Proffesor Dumbledore now looked perturbed. "I must confess, this year will be difficult. With the Dementors playing guests to the grounds. I do not wish to have them here, but it is on the Ministry's request for the time being." Morrigan instinctively turned rigid. She, of course, knew why the Dementors were being stationed at Hogwarts.

This was a hot-button topic between the McGonagall women. Where Sirius Black was concerned, they could not see eye to eye. Morrigan was incredibly close to Sirius and the group that called themselves "The Maurarders" during their time at Hogwarts. She knew Sirius was wrongfully accused, but no one would hear of it. They had already damned him to a lifetime at Azkaban. She knew Dumbledore attributed to this, as he spoke against Sirius at the time of conviction. Not that she blamed him. All of the evidence did point towards Sirius. However, Morrigan knew better. Her best friend didn't have it in him to kill all of those incident people. She snuck a glance at her Mother and could see her eyes burning into her raised teacup, avoiding her gaze.

"I am however," Dumbledore continued, stirring a lump of sugar into his cup. "Delighted that we have filled the post for Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Morrigan's eyebrows raised at this. Surely, no one could be stupid enough to take the job! She would never say so out loud, but the position was, if not cursed, extremely unlucky for anyone who had filled it. "Really, Professor? Might I ask...who?" Dumbledore looked at her, his eyes hovering just above his half-moon spectacles. "Why, Remus Lupin, of course." Morrigan dropped her cup, tea puddled around her shoes, and she started blankly at him. "Come again?" She asked, her mind turning to mush. Dumbledore looked from Morrigan to her Mother, "Surely you told her, Minerva?" Morrigan turned sharply towards her mother, who was still avoiding her gaze, staring at a spot somewhere behind Dumbledore. "I hadn't found quite the right time, Albus..." Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap. "I see." Morrigan could hear the loud ticks of the grand clock in the corner, each making her heart palpitate louder and harder than it had in a long time. "Will that be a problem, Morrigan? I know you and Mr. Lupin have a...ah... history. However. I know you both to be extremely professional and able for your posts." Morrigan tore her eyes away from her mother and looked at the headmaster. "No... no, of course not Headmaster. No problem at all." She swallowed a huge lump in her throat. "Um... do you know when he will be arriving?" Dumbledore gave her a knowing smile."He arrived just shortly after you did. I also allowed him to use my fireplace. He will be staying for the weekend to stage his classroom and will be returning again on the Hogwarts Express at the start of term." Morrigan thought she was going to have a heart attack. "He's here?! Now?" Her voice had gone up several octaves, and her throat felt very dry. "Oh yes! I'm sure he's getting well acquainted with the castle once more. Now, if you don't mind Morrigan, I do need to discuss a few things with Minerva." He stood from his chair, and so did she. He crossed to her and took her hand in his. "I find," he said gently, leading her to the door. "That our past comes back to us in the most peculiar ways. However, it is up to us to leave it in the past or to explore the possibility of making it our future.' They stopped in front of the door, he smiled kindly at her. She knew she could not hide her expression of worry. " Now, you go and prepare your classroom. I know we took a great deal of your time. I thank you for indulging an old man the privilege of your company." She smiled back, gave her Mother a sharp look, and turned to leave the Headmaster's office.

She took her time, heading back to her classroom. Remus Lupin. She hadn't thought about him. Well, no, that was a lie. It was more accurate to say she tried not to think about him after all this time. They had been friends for years. Remus, being more quiet than James and Sirius, still had a cunning and wit that Morrigan marveled. They eventually dated in their fith year. She could never bring herself to forget the way his hand felt in hers. Or the way his eyes always met hers from above the book he was reading at the time. Or... his lips... on hers. She can't believe her mum hadn't told her. The moment she got that woman alone she would certainly get an ear full- Suddenly, it was as if she had collided with a wall. She abruptly fell backward and waited for impact with the floor. It did not come. Not realizing her eyes were closed tight, she opened them slightly and looked up to see the same person she had just been thinking about. "Hello Dove."

[moemoemammon]

Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now! 

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d  think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

[mason-ajar]

Opinion/hcs for the idea that Swordflames (Xander, Yugo, Ukyo, and Quon) are in a polyam relationship?

i am very sorry for the long wait 😵‍💫 i just struggled to bring all my silly little thoughts together

here r just a bunch of random drabbles i have accumulated abt them over the past two weeks! may be ooc and cringe, but if you have been following my blog it’s kinda warranted by now.

fellow swordflames enjoyers pls add onto this if you’d like 🫶🫶🫶

- because my little brainworms said so xhaka and quon were already in a relationship beforehand! i do in fact make the rules.

- when quon does come back, ukyo has to deal with feelings of resentment before anything else. i feel like ukyo would struggle with thoughts of feeling inadequate in their relationship, simply because they met after the other three, and she’d absolutely not verbalize those emotions at all. communication is something that i think he’d struggle with.

- hm my thoughts r that xhaka’s the one that officiates their relationship. he notices how (despite all the scaring) quon and ukyo hit it off pretty well after ukyo resolves his resentment, and it’s hard to ignore yugo’s little puppy crush(es)

- ukyo’s main love language is physical touch: they love hugs, running their fingers through their partners hair, holding hands- u name it! and of course scaring the living daylights out of his partners.

- but im kinda stuck on what the others love languages would be lol.

- when quon comes back to the dojo, he isn’t accustomed to the specialized training regimen anymore. what i’m saying is that he spars with yugo and absolutely eats shit.

- i’m unsure if ukyo and yugo live full time at the dojo, but because i don’t care enough to look back i am simply going to believe it’s canon!

- even before they get together, they are always having silly little impromptu sleepovers; they definitely crash in xhakas room.

- when quon comes back they just have to get a whole new bigger bed bc they just couldn’t all fit comfortably on xhakas anymore 😭

- big spoon ukyo little spoon xhaka LMAOO they make it work.

- QUON AND UKYO MATCHING EARRINGS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- okok i really wish i could give you more substantial thoughts, but literally all there is in my mind is domestic fluff. i am just thinking abt them going on dates and their silly day to day shenanigans. like laundry, or their morning routine; them getting ready for the morning, cramming into the bathroom and smiling at each other in the mirror as they brush their teeth. them heading out to start practice and spar; ukyo’s on a winning streak until xhaka wants to spar with her, effectively breaking that streak. on slow days at the dojo they decide to end practice early and head to town even if just to walk or fuck around in a convenience store and eat snacks in the parking lot. or maybe they head down to the skate park and quon teaches the others how to skate, with ukyo, the ever-so graceful, struggling to stay balanced on a skateboard. yugo makes fun of him, but is still conveniently right behind for supposedly no reason. xhaka surprisingly picks it up best out of the three, and quon excitedly talks about how he should get his own board. they decide to go home before it’s too dark to safely climb the mountain, throwing their shoes off and immediately crashing once they get in xhakas room.

- sorry woah what just happened i just blacked out and there was a whole paragraph sitting in front of me

- segway into more fluff

- xhaka getting up earlier than the other 3 to make them a nice breakfast.

- yugo being awkward abt giving affection, but still finding other ways to be there for his partners. specifically i think he’d be a really good listener. sometimes he leaves notes in places he knows his partners will see. he doesn’t sign them, no one brings them up, but everyone knows who wrote them.

- also yugo watching youtube tutorials just so he can do ukyos hair in the morning..

- yugo trying to keep up a stoic appearance, but xhaka makes him laugh one day and he swears his heart skips a beat.

- quon seeing something that reminds him of his partners and buying it for them 😓😓 i am such a sucker for the “this reminded me of you.”

- xhaka having cute nicknames for them on his phone

- idk man something about yugo and quon just laying in bed and talking to each other. they r stuck in my brain.

- xhaka taking ukyos hands. no reason in particular, he just knows she’d would probably appreciate it. ukyo does, in fact appreciate it.

- quon and xhaka training some rookies, standing on opposite sides of the training room, smiling at each other.

ok thats it for now LOL i think they’re silly

[starshipsofstarlord]

Okay rockstars, settle down

rockstar!bucky barnes x assistant!reader x rockstar!loki laufeyson / masterlist

summary; having previously worked for loki, it causes a heat to burn within bucky’s already accumulated hate towards the musician / warnings; threesome, smut, mxf and mxm sex, mentions of sex with other characters, oral sex (male and female receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, double penetration, degradation, swearing, orgasm denial, cum eating

“Can’t believe you worked for that wanker.” Snarked Bucky as an image of the well known, musically spread, and acoustically acclaimed, Loki Laufeyson was shown on the screen of the dressing room television, as the other artist stretched his clothing bare arms across the back of the couch. “Come here sweet cheeks.”

At his command, you dismissed the paper work for a moment, trailing over and straddling the inked hunk’s chain belted lap, digging your manicured set of nails into his shoulders, as you seated yourself over his crotch. “I’m happy I work for you now Buck, you treat me so good.”

Punctuating your words, you pressed your teeth into your bottom lip, giving it the appearance of being more plump, as you batted your dark eyelashes up at your employer. “I do, don’t I?” He rhetorically asked, skimming his fingers across the length of your arms, before moving them to sloppily cup your jaw, ensuring that you would not look away from his wild and dilated pupils. “Tell me what I do better than the lead singer of the god of mischief.”

At his words, a small yet peaceful contortion of uncomfortableness split a skin grafted line through the centre of your forehead, stating that you had no wish to do so. And thus, as punishment for your self aversive silence, Barnes braced his knuckles into your skin, causing you to keen out, and tap his shoulders in verification for surrender.

In turn, you lowered your hands, dragging the tips of your nails, absentmindedly running them down the expanse of his waxed chest, conveniently passing the silver hoops that were attached to his nipples on the trail to a less dominant ground. “I prefer the way that your songs have a heavier bass and-“

“Uh uh uh, not the music. Think of something that has you, let’s say, screaming, but definitely not in a crowd. Though, we may have to try that one sometime; show the world how hungry you are to assist me.”

“You, James Bucky Barnes,” he loosened his grip to your relief, which lead to you hugging in spite, “are the best fuck I have ever endured. Loki has nothing on you, he deems himself a god of the arts, but he doesn’t see how you paint me so perfectly with your cum, nor how you bend my body to your whim, as though I am a tool in the midst of your creations, useful, but disposable.”

“I like the sound of that doll. Disposable, now that really does you make you sound like my personal cum dump.”

“That’s was certainly interesting to listen to...”that voice had your body jolting in shock, and it appeared that Bucky too was surprised by the presence, though, he steadied his well versed hands on your hips, claiming you to the intimate spot.

“What the fuck are you doing in my dressing room you greasy haired weasel?” Bucky sneered, his nose turning up at the sight alone of his competition in the lyrical world. Loki, he had graced you with his presence, and you had to look away; he admittedly looked good.

His shirt was open chested, leaving you with the memorable impression of all the times that you had left crescent marks upon that particular surface, a few times you had even drawn blood, but that had only fuelled his mission to fuck you into a propeller of urgency.

“Our new album Laufey has just been released, I can confirm my dear, you shoulda stayed around and knelt in our success. The records are certainly going to have more sales than what was it called again? Ah yes, the red star. I could tell it was about this one, so much passion, a sultry tune, that did little to justify what it means to be with her.”

Loki’s hands waved around as he spoke, and you could only picture the past whence he penetrated your with those long and talented fingers of his. He had drawn orgasm after orgasm out of you, resulting you to be nothing more than a withering mess, as he digressed the option to simply stop. There was nothing simple about him, nor the time that he demanded that he shared you with his brother.

That thought alone had you mindlessly grinding upon Bucky’s covered cock, plucking at your lip with the keys of your teeth, though Bucky’s voice brought you back to reality, causing you to pause your movements embarrassingly, venting a clear out of your head to process the situation that was before you. The two were bickering like two teenage girls, and it was quite exhausting to listen to.

“Answer the question trickster, else I’ll have you fed to the infamous black panther, and let’s just say that he is the best bodyguard I have ever hired. So, are you going to speak, or will I have you dragged out of here like a damned serpent with a noose around its neck?” Bucky threatened, gritting his teeth together, his nose straining in frustration, drawing more attention to the small stud on the right side of his nose.

“Looks like she needs me Barnes, perhaps your reputation does not proceed you. But to answer in full, my band have made quite the rise, and I thought it would be... fitting to pay you a visit. Though I had no idea that this wonderful woman would be here, pining on your lap like some feline in heat. I see she’s fucking you now, after all my suspicions are never wrong. Or we’ll, Heimdall’s train of thought always ends up at the right station.”

“Can the pair of you stop, for one goddamn minute!” Your hands obscured a path into your hair, as you glared back and forth between the pair of rival rockstars. “I am here, dammit! Stop talking about me as though I am not here, a part of me wishes that I wasn’t so I didn’t have to listen to your bitching.”

Without any thought, you clambered from your perch on Bucky’s lap, walking towards the raven haired gentleman, pointing your finger in his face as you accused him. “You’ve got your point across, but I’ll tell you something. If you don’t leave, Heimdall will see me putting my foot up your ass.”

“Does she speak to you like this Barnes? I thought she had loosened up in more ways than one when I allowed Thor to stretch her cunt, but it appears that that mouth of hers has gotten a little out of hand also. You should do something about that, or else you’ll lose her to someone else like a did. Who knows, could be Romanoff, heard she has a thing for brats.”

Natasha Romanoff, a diverse woman in her ways and songs. She was the queen of the rock culture, tormenting her workers with her verbal abuse and it would undoubtedly be no different for her assistant. If you were to be under her employment, it was certain that you would not get out alive, nor work for another talented person for the rest of your life. To cross her, was a vow to sign your own death certificate, it was plain stupidity, yet people still hustled with her and her limits, resulting in their chances of ever getting hired for any job, vastly slim to none.

At the lack of defence that Bucky provided you, you felt small, your shoulders slacked as you were tortured with Loki’s cold and silky gaze, more so when the man stood up, pressing his bare chest against your back. You could feel the rings that hung off the buds that adorned his chest coil and dig into your back, shrouding your demeanour substantially.

A part of you wanted nothing more than for Bucky to abuse Loki’s face with his fist, specifically the right, since it was the bearer to a chunky silver ring. It’d leave quite the print, however, the unexpected unravelled as his enquiring tone was aimed not at you, but Loki instead.

“You let your brother fuck her, hmm. Maybe she should learn her manners by being shared, that way her retrospective spattering of bullshit may be contained, to a limit of course.” It was unbelievably, you could not believe that Bucky was conferring with the enemy! And not only that, they were talking about experiences of having you literally become speechless from their unprofessional administrations upon your body. “I’d get T’Challa in here, but I know she’s already fucked him. Can’t quite fire him for it though, because who could ever say no to those pretty eyes, and that mouth, god, it is definitely one of her most persuasive attributes.”

“Bu-“ you didn’t even get to finish imploring his name off your lips, about to defend yourself and your previous actions, though, you were interrupted, starved from the opportunity of coming up with an explanation.

“No.” Loki told you, the roles now reversed as he was the one with his index finger aimed at you. He tapped your nose with it, as he began to pace in the room, his wild locks remaining in their place as he spun, before facing Bucky, a sly tranquility of a truce veining out from the pools of his evergreen orbs. “You don’t speak a word to me y/n, not whilst I’m having a conversation with James here.”

James. It was too far a polite way for him to address your boss. They were all hot and ready to tear out each other’s throats a moment ago, and now here they were, having a silent conversation without your inclusion. It had you reeling your mind as to why, until Bucky gathered your hair in his hand to the side, sliding you y/h/c locks over your shoulder, and finally deemed it acceptable for you to hear his voice.

Though, he still was not directing his tensive words in your direction. “Since you had dealt with this subordinate behaviour from her, perhaps you’d like to join us; help me train her to become more...” His breath fanned your the top of your ear, making your skin crawl by not only his warm and inviting breath, but also the offer that he had supposed to the other man.

“Obedient?” Loki asked in turn of his wispy ended offer of optimism, his leather, sharp tipped boots taking a prominent, heart clenching step towards you. He reached his finger out, grasping a loose strand that had fallen out of Bucky’s grip and before your face, tugging lightly on it, as his lips came dangerously close to your own. “Rules aren’t your forfeit, are they my dear? The best assistant I ever hired, with all those unique ideas floating around in that independent head of yours, but you’ve always been troublesome. I remember the time that you bit my cock that day you had attitude. I reckon Bucky here could do a better job.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” You hissed as said man tugged on his handful of your hair, instantly making you regret your phrase in the moment. To a halting surprise however, Bucky released you, lightly shoving you to cause you to fumble forwards, and away from him.

“Maybe I will.” He dared, earning a nod from Loki, whom seductively began to unzip his loose trousers, as Bucky descended to the ground, his hands running up his rival’s thighs, as the material dropped around Loki’s ankles. It would seem, that he had gone commando, and as Bucky grasped Loki’s shaft, you felt a pull in your chest inherently demanding that you play some part in this fornication.

“Wait.” Your hand shot out, as though you had some force to stop them from continuing with their war path to exact all of their developed spit onto you. “What about me?” You were ss

“Oh no doll, you are not pulling any strings here, if you wanna do something useful, come here and warm my cock, you can watch me blow your old associate.” A slither of a whimper fell from your lips, it wasn’t exactly what you were prying towards, but you sure as hell were not going to refuse the contact that Bucky was obliged to give you.

Thus you wandered towards him, your pinkies curling around one another, as you sashayed to the ground beside him, watching as he paid Loki no mind for a moment, ruthlessly in a desperation fuelled motion, unbuckled his thick belt, and shoved the material of his leather trousers to be held accountable against his lower thighs, just above his tense knees.

He too, as their exteriors supposed, had forgone the extra layer that kept his cock tucked away, though it was exposed as he tugged those tight trousers down, and the sight of both his and Loki’s cocks bobbing in the same vicinity had you close to quivering.

It was somewhat of a dream portrayed in the viscous space of reality, the two men half undressed in then proximity of yourself, it was something that you had always imagined, even before you had left Loki’s side, and opted to work for Bucky, but the idea was definitely short lived. They hated each other, but apparently they were willing to put all their issues aside to prohibit you from freely running your mouth.

Bucky’s cock twitched as he patted his own thigh, ordering you without the aid of his voice to commence it as a servant’s throne, or in your case, a stool for you to rest on as he tended to intimate needs of the man that you had once worked for. Finally, with the decision of better judgement, you allowed your grey jumper dress to slide down your body, leaving you nude, and the aspect of the two men’s unforgiving and locked gazes.

“No underwear, and you wonder why your men have no difficulty in her allowing them to fuck her.” Bucky took ahold of his cock, squeezing his cock with one hand, whilst his other aided you in sitting on his muscular legs, as he lightly growled up at the opposing rockstar.

From the stiff grip that Bucky affirmed around his sceptre, Loki gasped, his pale lips instantly shutting once the sound wantonly abandoned him. The last thing that he wanted was for Bucky to see him in vulnerable poise, though with that said, it’d be rather difficult considering the smutty circumstances.

Bucky took Loki’s long, alabaster prick into his mouth, starting from the primrose tip and descending down, reciprocating the action that you did yourself as you sheathed yourself onto his cock, but instead with his lips. A grunt rendered along Loki’s length as the man bit back a whimper, the vibrations running through his veins like a transpiring pulse of sorcery.

Bucky opted for bobbing his head, as you endured the liberation of his very slightly gyrating movement inside of you. Though, despite him being almost completely still and leaving you full to the brim with his thick length, his balls resting against the partition where he was delved into you, you remained transfixed.

The motion image, recording first hand through your own eyes, of him blowing Loki was sinful, but you were drawn to it. If that made you a sinner, one endorsed by the graphic scene, licking your lips from the sight of Bucky running his studded tongue up the length of Loki, dipping the ball of silver metal into his slit, then so be it.

Your heart raced as you were met with an opportunity. A globe of saliva, strung by the lapping muscle of Bucky’s tongue dropped down; you practically saw its fall in slow motion. It was done before you could register your actions, you had leant forwards, catching the trickle of spit in your mouth, thinking not for a moment as you gulped the subjective liquid down.

Bucky’s pace increased, he gagged lightly as he jolted him further down his throat. Loki hummed, harshly grabbing Bucky’s dark brunette locks, biting his lip as he reimagined your little catch. It had him feeling close, and just as he was about to finish, precum furiously pooling out of his tip, Bucky pulled back, a smirk marking his features.

“You’re not cumming in my mouth, I don’t mind sucking dick, nor swallowing, but I have to practically listen to you jizz over your own talent, and prowl over my girl.” The name he labelled you with had your heart fluttering, but not nearly as much as when he lightly pulled out of you, infuriating you with the lack of any pleasurable esteem. “Don’t you worry babes, you can finish with me inside of you, like always.”

That used to be him, Loki thought with a brewing rage in his chest. Though he instead shrugged out of his dull patterned striped shirt that was already loose on his shoulders. The fabric hit the floor, leaving all of you barren to the subject of nudity.

“Always doesn’t suppose the past Barnes.” Loki stated, referring to all the various times that he had found refuge in your spongey walls, you willingly clenching around him, and pleading for him to hit a deeper spot within you. “And I do not prowl, I don’t need to. The evidence is there between her legs, coiling in juices surrounding her ever so willing folds, that are prepared to endure the harshest of penetrations.”

“What are you trying to do, write a fucking song about this?” Scoffed Bucky, rolling his crystallised orbs at the guts that this man had. If he so much as wanted to, he could stop this passage into a three way all together, but he did not, at least he had yet to. He was enjoying the way that you were squirming to yourself, thinking that he didn’t notice, squeezing the sides of your thighs together in an aroused matrimony.

“A fucking song would’ve the correct term - literally.” Was the affirmed words of Loki, as he shoved Bucky to be sat beside you, tilting his messy brush of crazed hair, his untrustworthy eyes drifting to you. “Who’d you want to fuck you, you fangirling slut?”

It was truthfully a difficult decision. “Both.” You admitted, your bones jumping as Bucky pinched one of your erect nipples, continuing to hold a sturdy clasp of his pads around the sensitive flesh; you couldn’t jut choose one of them. Not when they were both in such close range, bore in nothing more than their birthdays suits, talking about your quivering and diversely accepting cunt.

They knew that you couldn’t possibly refuse one or the other. You were vastly too hungry to be filled like you had never been before, shagged by two of three most well known artists in the industry, earnestly and mindlessly earning yourself a title within the circle of uptight yet simultaneously chill performers.

Perhaps, if Bucky we to ever potentially fire you, there would be another pursuer for your articulating talents on standby, awaiting for the moment that you walked out of his complex door to swoop you up as though they were a predatory falcon, flying off into a stationed sunset, those around seeing you as nothing more than a shadow of the ambient orb, but the one who had employed you finding you to be a sufficing inspiration.

Large hands swallows your hips, firmly controlling their angle as they grasped you in their strong, almost super human hold, lifting you so that you were tentatively tucked in a reverse cowgirl position on Bucky’s lap. It was the third time that you had been this close to him, it would almost be intimate, if your legs weren’t strewn in an open, all revealing splay, so that Loki could see your boss tease his tip around your entrance before sliding you down his length, extracting a strong wail from your churning throat.

Your own hand resented down, applying swirls of pressure down on your clit; it appeared that they were willing you to continue without interruption. Bucky lightly, despite the power that he was promoted to in this position, began to bounce you on his shaft, spewing small mewls out from your agape mouth.

Fisting his cock, Loki approached, Bucky reachin this seen hands down to spread te lips of your pussy, so that the other man was guaranteed a crude glimpse of you being stufffed. Though, you weren’t quite filled enough, for Bucky raised a brow and prompted Loki to allow himself to be pulled closer by your axed and whining aura.

He brushed his tip languidly against your buzzing clit, dragging through your slick and jab i at your delicate fingers before probing at the base of Bucky’s cock, and pushing inside, right along his rival’s length, the pair moaning out in a pleasured union. On the other and, you had tears falling from the crescents of your eyes, the stretch so much that it was a blistering pain to your cunt.

“Don’t go all meek dear, you and i both know this is far from the first instance where you’ve had more than one cock in this nasty, betraying cunt of yours.” Loki taunted, gripping the vulnerable expanse of your throat from behind, his icy glazed skin sending provocative shivers down your spine, making your pussy pulse from the chill that ran through your body.

And then, i a split instant, both cocks began to piston into your walls, as though you were nothing more than a rag doll, meant o be thrown around and handled in a disorderly fashion. They ere ruthless, groaning out symphonies in the cursive air around you, as your walls engulfed their pricks more than snugly.

You felt so wide down there, they were taking a pirating toll on your body stealing every breath that dared wither from your lips, tweezing their nimble fingered around various parts of your body, all in due retrospect or coerce you into fucking them back, making all actions in the mass of bodies a mutual effort.

Loki lowered his head down meeting Bucky for a sloppy, brash kiss. It was clear they were simply doing that part to fulfil a greedy desire in your stomach, but you were not one that minded. It was, like the rest of their frenzy of collaborations, a competitive mess. They nipped harshly at each other’s lips, ravenously all in the meanwhile ploughing your body with their har girths.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Your tongue dribbled, earning satisfied, lust induced smirks from both parties that were currently penetrating you, making you writhe harder against their lengths a new flow of moisture weeping out from your hole, lubricating their movements further, it encouraging them to do nothing more than continue what they were doing, despite their better judgements.

The truth was, they were rockstars. They had no better judgement, which is why everyone like them needed someone like you. Their thought were clouded with one mission, and for once in their spent lifetimes, it was not to beat the others, at least not to a certain extent anyways. It was their assignment, delivered by their own hands, to bring you to the edge, and that’s physically what they reformed to do.

One of them were groping your nipples, whilst the other confined the same treatment to your ass cheeks. Loki found your Rocky enables of positive feedback to be icicles and they were beautiful, he stared at them, as though they were divine ploys extracted from the mythical kingdom of Jotunheim, their residence in the realm to be the peacemakers of all bountiful creatures, much like himself and Barnes.

A rich euphoric groan exuberated from Bucky as he allowed himself to spoil, but he tutted whence he watched Loki’s features suppose that he was to follow shortly behind. “Not inside of her.” Bucky growled, sufficing Loki to roll his eyes, and pull out, the man behind you furiously replacing your hand, rolling our clit in his grasp until a sinful scream enveloped the air, commencing them all to the fact that you had just came.

Loki found the show to be unfair, and instead, spilled his priceless seed onto the huffing skin of your stomach, you eyes fluttered shut at the warm feeling pooling onto you. You leant back, drawing your neck into a crooked angle as you swiped your tongue wordlessly over the piercing on Bucky’s right nipple, metal providing a relief to the heat that your body was and had been swarmed with. “ Last chance you’re gonna have t taste her sweet cunt.”

“You do certainly have some faith in this one Barnes, but I do doubt that it will be the last instance in which i am todo so.” His silver tongue pried at your cum soaked flesh, drinking up all the essence that you had to offer, onshore the flavour that Bucky had brought to the table, i the form of a succulent drizzling of Snow White cum.

As Loki finishes swabbing his tongue over your cunt, Bucky adoringly kisses you, much sweeter than he has before. It was sort, and almost chaste, but his blue eyes roamed your face, delicately observing the high points of your face, that were covered with a sheen of great force making you as he would put it, glow.

The pair of you weer exhausted, there was still some swollen was to his lips from where he had sucked off Loki. His hands cradled you around your waist, his feet kicking Loki back as you whimpered from opaque sensitivity. “I guess that was you bidding me a dew.” Sneered the trickster, fishing for his clothes, as he spared you a spark filled glare, to which you ignored.

Once he was situated back into his attire, he left the sex scented room,a hollow smirk chapping his lips as he strutted th a purpose out into the hallway, taking a left instead of a right, and creeping into barnes’ studio to see what the man was working on in the midst of his enduring tour/ He was always the trickster, and nothing different was to ever be expected out of him.

“That was good.” You mumbled, rubbing your ode lovingly across the scruff that coated his jaw. His fingers made small circles upon your tummy, humming contently as he remained sheathed inside of you. He had to admit, he preferred it when it was just him, but his lonesome, sheathed within your walls, feeling the small trembles of your walls around him. It was practically heaven, and he would say so if he believed in such a place.

A deliberate knock ruined the moment, as the man entered,he quarrelled with himself where her to casually look in the direction of the pair of you or to avert his sight around, and blankly at the all. “What is it T’Challa?” Grumbled the man inside of you, quirking a thin brow at the timing of his presence.

“Loki; he managed to get into ur data, and he’s leaked a whole bunch of your music.” Of course, Loki would not come here to simply gloat, there was alas something extra up his green sleeve, and now it was revealed.

“Son of a bitch!” Bucky made a move to stand, but instead prohibited a whimper out of you as hi ships jutted angrily tip on instinct. “Get Odin on the phone, we’re going to have a little chat about his slippery hands son!” Barked Bucky, prepared t do anything to bring his greatest threat down, compiling him into the put of hate industry, until he was forgotten about, unable to ever produce new music again.

“Talk to Sif.” You whispered, becoming the image of his assistant once more, even if his cum lathered cock was prevailing within a rut of required stress relief, growing in the conjunction of your wall with his body guard there. “She loathes him, and rightfully so. He got her kicked out and she has dirt on him that nobody else has ever heard. If you want to take I’m down, she is your in.”

The strict tone grammatically supported by your logical information was definitely turning Bucky on again. He could handle you more than fine without Loki’s aid, he was just a means to an end, as it was clearly shown in his priorities.

[itsthenovelteafactor]

The Hargreeves + Love Languages

Not technically for Valentine’s Day, but the timing lines up pretty well! Here are my theories for the Hargreeves and their primary love languages. 💕

Luther: Words of Affirmation

“Sometimes these things just take time.”

Luther both expresses and seems happiest receiving affection through words of affirmation, which makes a lot of sense for him, given how Reginald used the faintest scraps of praise to earn his undying loyalty for years (the only positive about this man being back is that now the kiddos get a chance to kill him themselves). We see it in how he interacts with his siblings. When Allison confesses how lost and alone she feels after losing Claire, he gently encourages her. When he and Vanya begin to mend their relationship he instantly becomes her #1 hype man (we love to see it). Even Elliot! We also see how even the smallest encouragements from other people clearly mean so much to him, whether it’s his siblings, or, you know, Jack Ruby. 

Diego: Acts of Service

“I know what it’s like to love dangerous people.”

Ah, Diego “I have to save everyone, wtf is self care?” Hargreeves. Not only are acts of service the primary way he shows affection, they are also pretty much the only way he knows how to. Like, Diego will tie Klaus to a chair to help him get sober, and attack a bunch of angry vets for him, but when he tries to talk he ends up wistfully recalling the time Klaus got his mouth wired shut. He gets incredibly attached to people who help him, even if they have ulterior motives for doing so (read: Lila and to some extent Herb), and goes to ridiculous lengths to help them in return (literally throwing himself in front of a huge onslaught of bullets to protect Five). Which makes sense, considering his relationship with Grace really developed because she was willing to help him work on his speech when no one else would. 

Allison: Receiving Gifts

“I’m the luckiest man in all of Dallas.”

“Is that right?” 

Okay, first of all, Allison Hargreeves is 100% the kind of person to pick up little gifts for Claire literally every time she’s out of town. We see the two people in the series that know her best, Luther (who’s attachment I’m deciding to interpret as 100% familial... don’t ruin this for me) and Raymond, both give her gifts to show her how loved she is. Ray picks up a book for her, and she just about melts on the spot. She kept the necklace Luther gave her for years. We also see her giving gifts as a form of affection, from using her powers to get Ray a nice suit, to the “feast” she sneaks in for her and Luther as children. It makes a ton of sense for her as a character, too. I think on some level, Allison fears that none of her relationships are as real as she wants them to be, so having someone say “I was somewhere else and thought of you, here is something that it never occurred to you to ask for” means so much to her in proving that she is loved in return as fiercely as she loves. 

Klaus: Quality Time

“Logging in some quality bro time before the end of the world.”

We see multiple instances where Klaus is seeking out time with his family as a way of expressing affection. He leaps at any opportunity to accompany Five on a mission, and the aforementioned incident with Diego. He takes Allison and Vanya for tacos to spend time with them. He just wants to spend time with his family, y’all. It’s honestly kind of adorable. It’s how people show affection to him, too. Diego drives him places, and we see when Klaus is at a low point, he takes special care to come back in and check on him. It also makes sense for reasons of sad, because we know that Klaus is never really alone, and the constant presence of ghosts is dulled by spending time in other people’s company. Because of this, he associates spending time with the people he’s close to as being both comfortable and safe. 

Five: Acts of Service

“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for my family.”

This little gremlin really went out and said “I’m going to save the whole entire world for my family,” like, honey. Doing stuff for people is the primary way he shows affection. He’s constantly fighting to save his family, and carries Dolores around constantly. He shows up when Vanya asks for help. We also see it in the way he responds to other people. Like, Hazel does one nice thing for him and he’s like “oh, we’re friends now.” Vanya makes him sandwiches to show him that he’s being taken care of. Reginald actually gives him legitimate advice for once. Donut shop guy (R.I.P) buys him his coffee. That small smile he gets in the elevator when they all show up to talk to Reginald together and he sees that they actually do care. Five has been doing everything by himself for so long, and having someone else step in, even if he won’t ever admit it, means the world. 

Ben: Physical Touch

“Can you hug me as I go?”

Ben was a little harder because we don’t really see him interact with that many people other than Klaus, but he really made it his mission to hug all of them, so it kind of works. The moment with Vanya, the hug with Diego, even how he just wants to occupy the same space was Jill as soon as he can, Ben just really wants physical contact with the people he cares about. The first thing he does when he realizes he can touch things is play patty cake with Klaus. Which makes the fact that he spent 20+ years incorporeal and unable to touch anyone... kind of devastating actually. It also makes sense because we know that Ben hates the destructive capabilities of the Horror, and the fact that someone is okay with being physically close to him means that they trust him and aren’t afraid.

Vanya: Words of Affirmation

“You’re plenty elegant.”

All things considered, it makes a lot of sense that words of affirmation would be the way Vanya feels most loved, most seen. Reginald Hargreeves verbally dismissed her whenever he had the opportunity, and we see her clinging to anyone who says nice things about her. Leonard talks her up constantly, and she falls for him instantly. In a much nicer (and more genuine) way, Sissy tells her frequently that she’s valuable, that she’s wanted. Vanya talks herself down a lot, and Sissy will not hear it, lol. We also see it in the way she reached out to other people! She’s so encouraging and supportive of Sissy. In a beauty parlor, she just gushes to both Klaus and Allison, “this family’s amazing” even though they’ve kind of just exposed themselves as the trainwrecks they are. It’s cute af. 

[ichayalovesyou]

Why Bones & Spock NEED Each Other (Grief)

So over my tenure in this fandom I’ve seen some one sided stuff about Bones being mean to Spock, and vice versa and I’m like

Thing is y’all: You’re both right, but you’re also both wrong!

Bones is mean to Spock you’re right! But you know what? That’s a good thing!

Spock is mean to Bones because of course he is! And guess what? That’s also a good thing!

They both need it, and they can only get it (safely) from each other! What they have is (in a weird way) healthy! But it’s only healthy for these two specifically because they understand each other so well!

Prime examples? Somebody has died or gone missing (usually Jim)!

Let’s talk about how Spock & Bones grieve!

Let’s address how each character (generally) moves through the 5 stages of grief

Bones: Anger, Denial, Depression, Bargaining, Acceptance

Spock: Bargaining, Denial, Depression, Anger, Acceptance

They are each individually perfectly equipped to handle each other’s grief (or refusal to grieve)!

Bones initial reaction to death is usually Anger, he blames himself and anyone in proximity. Quickly followed by a weird form of denial, in which he doesn’t deny someone is dead, but he denies that other people think the person is gone and that they felt it when it happened because he’s dunked so hard under his own grief his usually high empathy has switched off.

Now, Bones is highly familiar with grief as a medical professional (and having lost his father). He establishes how important and deeply believes in that process in And The Children Shall Lead.

I think Bones is acutely aware of how he grieves, and is equally aware that throwing these feelings out at just anybody could really hurt them.

But Spock isn’t just anybody, he’s a (half) Vulcan, it’s like shouting at a brick wall, Bones knows Spock can take it. I also believe Spock understands that this state is temporary, which is why he handles it with such grace.

What happens when Bones isn’t able to go off at (not truly “on”) Spock is that Bones keeps that anger to himself and gets bordering-on-suicidal (Depression phase of grief). It happens in Miri (self injection), For The World is Hollow & I Have Touched The Sky (trying to stay behind), and The Empath (the whole freakin episode). Jim is good for comfort, but Spock is good for a slap in the face reality check.

They both know that. It’s why they’re still friends despite how much shit they throw at each other

Not only that, but Bones (almost) ALWAYS apologizes, from their worst fights I can rattle off:

“They were wrong, and I was wrong I’m sorry” (Paradise Syndrome)

“Pawns huh? Well if it makes any difference, this pawn is extremely sorry.” (Day of The Dove)

“Spock I- I’m sorry, it does hurt doesn’t it?” (The Tholian Web)

And that’s not including implied/non-verbal apologies.

Bones needs Spock to help him grieve because otherwise he’s gonna take an emotional nosedive toward attempted Martyrdom. Spock’s stoicism punctured by occasional genuiness helps Bones move to the Bargaining stage (making peace with Spock and everything that’s happened) and later Acceptance.

The inverse of this is also true so let’s address how Bones uses his belligerent nature to jump start Spock’s healthy grieving process!

Bones grieving style (and his confrontational nature in general) is uniquely suited to make Spock honor his Human side, his emotions in the matter. Because we know a softer touch (like Jim’s) while more comfortable for Spock, seldom cracks open that wall of emotional repression unless Jim’s in danger.

Bones doesn’t give a shit, and that ultimately a good thing! Both he and Spock constantly need to be directly shoved against their default reactions to interpret things in a balanced way, which is why they’re perfect for each other.

Without Bones, Spock would never let himself grieve, ever. We also know that, more deeply than Spock, Bones understands grief and how to move through it, he’s familiar with loss (which is why I think he’s so quick to accept someone is dead whenever it happens, it’s the reaction of someone whose had to lose a lot of people and is more comfortable grieving than hoping). There’s a lot of evidence for this in Gamesters of Triskellion & Return To Tomorrow.

He also honors Spock’s human half a lot more than Spock does, it’s one of the fundamental power sources for Bones & Spock’s “the racism’s mutual” banter. And it is mutual, I feel like people forget how often Spock compares modern humans to the worst examples of their/his ancestors and treats them as inferior out of internalized hatred and the general xenophobic attitudes of Vulcan culture. Bones of course responds in kind, usually in cockamamy insults, he’s not as well versed in Vulcan history as Spock is in Human. Although I admit Bones does start it a lot, I think arguing accounts as a love language for him lmao.

So when Bones sees Spock trying to stunt and stifle his grieving process, especially since Bones knows he’s at least partly human and it is affecting Spock’s judgement, it hits literally ALL of Bones nerves.

Bones uses reverse psychology to get Spock to admit he is human and he has feelings ALL THE TIME especially where Jim is concerned. Bread & Circuses, The Immunity Syndrome, The Tholian Web & Requiem for Methuselah!

Spock will absolutely refuse to grieve or at least move on from the self-destructive bargaining/denial loop he gets trapped in unless Bones smacks him around a little. Just like how Bones will get self-destructive unless Spock recenters him via logic.

Again, I think on a subconscious level they both know that, and it’s why they never take each other’s smack downs to heart.

An excellent example, Chekov’s “death” in Spectre of The Gun:

Spock isn’t grieving, but everyone else is, Spock was close to Pavel but isn’t letting himself feel it, which could later backfire. Bones is currently grieving, but there’s no time to grieve because they’re all gonna die in 20 minutes if they don’t find a solution to their dilemma.

Transcript & Breakdown:

Bones: You talk about another man’s [Jim’s] feelings? What do you feel Spock?!

Are you grieving? He was like son to you you’re not acknowledging it, again.

Spock: My feelings are not subject for discussion Doctor.

No, and I’m not going to, leave me alone.

Bones: Because there are are no feelings to discuss!

Well I’m grieving! And I’m gonna reverse psychology your Vulcan ass until you start your grieving process so that I can move on!

Scotty: Mr. Spock Chekov is dead! I say it now and I can hardly believe it, but you worked closely with him! That deserves some memorial!

Bones: Spock will have no truck with grief Scotty, it’s human.

Alright, that first comment didn’t work, maybe “insulting” him will get that thick head of his to acknowledge his feelings.

Jim: Bones! Scotty!

Spock: It’s quite alright Captain, they forget I am half human.

Fine, yes I am grieving for Pavel in my own way. Are you satisfied Dr. McCoy?

Bones: [looks surprised and thoughtful, satisfied with Spock’s answer]

Wow, you said you were human without any disgust this time... huh... good job.

Scotty:[looks ashamed]

The 5 o’clock duel bell rings.

[jowrites]

When the Dahlia sings Her Song - 5. Everyone was born to be...

TW: Mentions of death, physical abuse, mental illness, depression, anxiety, parental death, verbal abuse, mute disorder, mentions of sex, some smut(in future), cursing

Strangers to Lovers. Lee Heeseung x F!OC(I like giving names).

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Heeseung doesn’t know how much time he stood there next to Kai, but the two of them just got lost in each other’s presence. A very comfortable silence was between them where Kai only wrote down things if she needed, and if had any questions about specific flowers he’d ask. She took him outside in the back where there was indeed this courtyard, it was filled with flowers in bloom and a nice koi pond around the area. Kai explained to him that the flowers there were flowers that only bloomed at night. She showed him Moonflowers, these flowers called Angel’s Trumpets which lived up to their name of falling down like a trumpet, but his favorite became the Evening Primrose-the Oenothera to be exact. 

The two of them just admired the flowers around, and when Heeseung looked at her he could swear she was speaking to them. The way she flowed like the flowers in the wind, the way her movements drifted just as theirs did. He never once took a notice in floral things at all, but now he felt he could appreciate them. He realized just how important a flower can be, just by its meaning alone can mean a lot to someone. Kai reminded him of the Dahlia, how its elegance and grace presented itself, just like she did. She always described it as ‘kind’, and he can only describe her as the kindest, most gentle soul he has ever come across. He never wanted to leave.

Suddenly, Gyuri came out interrupting him from admiring the woman he wanted to be near forever, her voice breaking him out of his thoughts and he couldn’t help but be annoyed. He looked over at the woman, an annoyed expression on his face as she sighed to them.

“Uhm, your friend is drunk.”

Jay was, indeed, drunk. 

Heeseung and the others stood over a very drunk Jay and Sunghoon, both holding each other and singing a random song Heeseung could not recognize. They held paintbrushes in their hands and had paint on part of their clothes and faces. They laughed and laughed some more. Heeseung groned, face palming in frustration. Great, now I have to deal with this.

“Hee, this place is,” Jay stopped as he gurgled to himself. “Amazing.”

“This place is a hotel, right?” Heeseung asked Jake.

“Well, not exactly,” Jake scratched the back of his neck.

“This place is literally called ‘Hotel Juliet’, and you’re telling me it’s NOT actually a hotel?” He started to get agitated. 

He felt someone tugging his hand and he looked down and immediately softened at Kai’s expression, her eyes looking up at him, pleading but also telling him to calm down. He wanted to kiss her right then and there.

I’ll get your room ready, just give us about 10 minutes.

“T-thank you,” Heeseung whispered, never breaking eye contact with her as she smiled and walked off with Gyuri.

“When will Heeseung look at me like that? WHEN WILL YOU LOVE ME LIKE YOU LOVE HER!?” Jay stood up grabbing Heeseung’s collar.

“Bro, calm down!” Heeseung pushed him off as Jay continued to fake cry.

“You know,” Jay slurred. “He’s in lurve! It’s why we’re…here.”

“That’s so funny!” Sunghoon pointed and laughed at Heeseung.

“Oh my god,” Heeseung pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you have water or something?”

“Uhm, yeah, here,” Jake handed him a water bottle to which he handed one to Sunghoon too. “What does he mean by ‘in love’?”

“He’s being stupid, just ignore him,” Heeseung said as he tried getting Jay to drink, who proceeded to drink and spit the water out in his face and laughed. “I am going to leave you in a field alone and you’ll have to find your way back, asshole!”

“No, you like Kai. Anyone with eyes can see that,” Jake laughed. “Let me tell you a thing, you’re not the first.”

“What do you mean?” Heeseung stood tall, frowning at Jake.

“She has many admirers, but she’s extremely different,” Jake shrugged.

“Yeah, don’t have to tell me twice,” He sighed. “She’s really…neat.”

“‘Neat’? Okay,” Jake chuckled. “If it makes you feel better, I think she likes you too! Don’t tell her I said that though, she’ll kill me.”

“Wait, what?” Heeseung asked, but just as he said that the girls came back interrupting their conversation and trying to help Jay up who ended up passing out beside Sunghoon on the floor.

He watched everyone try to gather the boys as he stood there stunned. It took him a while, Kai having to kick his shin slightly to break him from his trance, and he suddenly began to help. They led him up some stairs where a hallway was and the first door on the left was open. They ushered them into that room and placed the two on the bed, Jay only continued to snore. The 4 of them stood  shaking their heads and resuming to exit. Heeseung couldn’t help but notice Kai behind as she placed some medicine on the side table with water for each of them, before joining him and closing the door. Her acts of service were not left unnoticed for him.

Kai seemed to care for everyone around her. She was extremely silent in her actions, but even the littlest actions, Heeseung couldn’t help but be a big deal. He has never been around people who willingly did things for each other because they wanted to, without wanting or asking for anything back. When they all went back downstairs and to the flower shop, Jake sat down behind the counter, where a small sofa was. Heeseung felt out of place as the others began normal conversation, laughing and smiling with each other. Kai was signing things to them and they were laughing and signing back. Heeseung started removing himself, walking towards the door at a quick pace. He didn’t know why but he felt his breathing get heavy and he started feeling dizzy. He has had panic attacks before but it’s been a while and he needed to get away before he had one in front of everyone. 

He ran outside, quickly catching his breath. He leaned up against his car, closing his eyes and doing his best to count to 10 to control his breathing. He didn’t even know why he was panicking, but just being there and seeing everyone so…happy, made him suddenly uncomfortable. Was he way over his head? They were all from completely different worlds and Heeseung couldn’t help but feel his jealousy build up. They all seemed so carefree, meanwhile he had so much weight on his shoulders. He felt a small tap on his shoulders and quickly gasped, startled and standing straight jumping up and turning to face Kai, who looked just as startled.

She looked worried, looked as if she pitied him, and that was the last thing he wanted.

“No, don’t pity me. Don’t look at me like that.”

She shook her head, holding her hands up in defense as she began to write.

I don’t pity you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.

“Why? Why do you care?”

Why shouldn’t I? 

“Because I don’t deserve it! I don’t deserve anyone caring for me!”

Everyone deserves to be cared for. Everyone was born to be loved.

Heeseung broke down then, right there in front of her. She took him into her arms and hugged him closely. It took him a while before he took his hands and gripped her sides, sobbing into the crook of her neck. Why was she so nice? What was she doing to him?

[whosjunglejim4322]

Warnings: vampire!yong, bl**d, pussy eating, graphic depictions of both, biting, soft dom tae, sweetness

"You're sure you're comfortable with this, my love?" Taeyong softly presses a kiss to the inside of your right thigh, his lips so feather light you might not even know they're gracing your skin if it weren't for the icy temperature.

You run your fingers through the front of light hair, more anticipation thrumming through your veins that you'd like to admit; though you know that there's not much physically that you can experience without him knowing even before you do.

"Yes Tae, I'm positive, go ahead. I know you're thirsty."

He swallows, having a bit of a hard time focusing. He is thirsty, and the supply of sustenance from the bank just isn't cutting it anymore. Plus, how could he say no? When you, his little flower, offers yourself so eagerly. So sweetly.

His inticing mouth travels lower, to the inner most portion of your thigh, kissing as sensually as he has been for the past two minutes, trying to make sure this is something you absolutely want.

"You know it'll hurt, hmm bunny?"

You smile to yourself, warmed by his endless list of endearments. You scratch his scalp lightly, his slitted eyes peering up at you through long lashes. His thumbs soothe circles into the softness of your hips.

"Wow, had no idea being bitten by a vampire would hurt, I'm aghast." You exaggerate your lack of surprise, earning an amused, lighthearted chuckle from between your legs as he suddenly nips your skin, the action spiking your heart rate even further.

"Such a smart mouth." His kisses become sloppier, his fingers moving almost imperceptibly towards your crotch, a different type of need beginning to cloud your senses.

You know that he's aware of it as well when he smooths the pad of his thumb over the center of your panties, right over your clit. 

You lightly tilt your hips into his touch, a glistening smile revealing itself from behind his pink lips when you gasp.

"Of course you'd be wet, my brave girl." He coos as he opens his mouth just a little bit wider, finally begins to unsheathe his pearlescent fangs. The sight never seizes to instill you with astonishment, yet sometimes, and naturally, unnecessary hesitancy.

You know that it's innate, the urgency to move away from the sharp pointy teeth that are literally meant to pierce your skin and draw blood; but with Taeyong it's enthralling.

Especially with how he's touching you now, not giving you enough, only the ghost of an actual touch as he so sadistically loves to watch you squirm just a teensy bit.

"Ready?" You can tell he's trying to be as reserved as possible with how hungry he really is for you, so you're willing to give him all the affirmation he needs if it means he'll let himself succumb to his desire.

You scoot your hips closer, his lips gracing the sensitive flesh of your thigh, as you nod. "M'ready Yongie, drink."

The pain is bliding at first, it always is. He's only done this once before but you remember the way it feels when they first go in. The burn. Your fingers grasp the sheets, a warm stream of liquid coating the inside of your thigh where he's latched on.

However, the pain soon after becomes a dull ache as traces of his saliva enter your bloodstream, sending waves of bliss throughout your veins, prompting your muscles to relax under his ministrations.

Perhaps there's more that goes into wanting to be bitten, rather than just catering to your boyfriends needs.

The effects that you reap the benefits of still don't change the fact that he's hesitant to bite you, it's not something he takes lightly when your blood is something that can be so hard to resist once it's on his tongue.

And it's even harder to stop himself when you're whining like you are now, pressing his hand down against your center, urging him to rub your clit while he drinks.

You're unbelievable, and all his. The prospect alone is enough to get him drunk.

However, he loves you enough to not want to drain you, and ignores your cries of defiance when he finally removes his crimson colored fangs from your inner thigh, sticking his soft tongue out to clean the wound as best as he can.

It's rude to waste food.

"You okay? Did I take too much?" He asks while kissing your skin, the heady scent of your arousal making his mouth water despite the fact that he's already gotten a taste of you in a different way.

"No, you can have more you know-can have whatever you want."

His stomach lurches with an awful desire to have you fall apart beneath him, with the way you're peering down at him with such submission, eyes big and begging.

"Can't take more right now sweetheart, but I bet you'd be okay with me putting my mouth somewhere else," his plush lips hover over your panties, still smeared with sticky traces of his meal, strong arms hooked around your thighs.

"Is that right, hmm? Is that what you want?"

You nod before he can finish his sentence, wriggling in his tight grasp. One corner of his mouth twitches upwards as he smirks to himself, lowering his head an inch closer to that he can kitten lick the thin fabric that covers your clit.

A whimper resonantes in the back of your throat, your eyes rolling with hormone induced agitation as you realize he won't do anything until he gets a verbal confirmation.

"Yes, Yongie, pleaseeeeeee."

He smiles widely this time, teeth peeking out from behind his red lips, eyes filled with adoration despite his onyx pupils nearly covering the whole of his irises.

"Sweet baby, gets wet from the nastiest things, huh?" His mocking cadence is sharp with a lustful edge as you watch him with rapt anticipation, his slim and delicate fingers pulling your panties off of your hips, down your legs.

You already knew you were soaked but now it's quite obvious as he presses his cool palms to the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart with as much control he can muster, your arousal gleaming like a prize he's just won.

"Fuck, you really do need my mouth, poor thing."

You feel tears burn the back of your throat with how relieved you are when his lips finally envelop your swollen bud, legs trembling in his hold.

His mouth never ceases to get you unnecessarily worked up, and not just with the way he uses it but because of the things he says as well.

He's never been reserved with you, and certainly not when it comes to giving you pleasure. He's had too many years of experience that never gave him the high that loving you, and pleasing you does, to simply hold himself back from eating you like a man starved; from letting every filthy thought slip past his lips.

It's one of his favorite things to do, so naturally he's nasty with it. The sounds are half the fun, the way he groans against your sex, tongue lapping up every drop of essence that leaks from you.

It's hard to keep any sort of composure, your back arching off of your mattress thighs attempting to close around his head, though his inescapable grip doesn't leave you much of an option.

"Y-Yongie ooohh, feels so-so goooood."

Your fingers are lost in his dishevled hair, his nose pressed against your pubic bone as his soft lips suckle as your clit, tongue merclisless and inhumanely fast. His eyes, fierce and humgry, stay glued to you the entire time.

"Could lick your pussy forever," He spreads your folds open with his thumbs, mouth glistening as he spits onto your cunt, practically growling at the sound of your cries. "Gonna make you cum all over my tongue."

You're not too far away from it, the warmth in your belly soon after becoming sweltering, your skin prickly with heat. He is so good, so greedy as he shakes his head back in forth while he flicks his tongue, hair tickling your belly.

And the way he groans against you, like it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. It makes you feel special, almost more so than when he professes that no blood has ever tasted as good as yours. It's knowing that such a beautiful, strong creature is here in between your legs, eager to have you helpless against his mouth.

"O-Oh m'gonna cum! T-Tae ohhhhhhh."

He keeps you torturously still as your body twitches, while he laps at your leaking entrance as if any drop escaping his taste buds would be a crime. You're not sure if you're making noise or not, everything fuzzy as pleasure melts you to the bed.

He keeps your legs open while you ride the waves of your high, slowly and sensually kissing your sex while your heartbeat begins to thrum at a somewhat normal pace in your ears. Still, it's too much to have his mouth still on you.

"Yongiieeee, no more, please." He pouts, but abides by your request as he knows that it's sometimes overwhelming for a human to be overstimulated, especially after an event like being bitten. His heart help but to soften at your fucked out expression.

"Cute baby, you're all whiny and sensitive." He says it with an adoring lilt, crawling his way up from between your legs and gently grasping your jaw between his slim fingers. You're practically jelly at this point, humming as you stare up at him through bleary eyes.

"M'tired, fake sleep with me."

He laughs, knowing that he's gonna have to carry you to the bath and get you washed up. Though, for now, he simply nods his head in response and leans down to peck the tip of your nose, then your forehead.

"Sure, I'll fake sleep with you bunny."

He kisses your lips.

[bloodorangesoup]

Oh, Don't Mind Me | B.B.

Summary: Reader is having a very good day, including a damn good sandwich and an adorable dance session in the kitchen. Bucky observes with heart eyes. Slow dancing ensues.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None, complete fluff

My Masterlist

Notes: This is my first writing on here, let me know what yall think! Hopefully, as I continue writing I’ll get better, but for now, I liked this. Also, I do not and will not respect the rules of grammar surrounding punctuation and quotation marks because they do not, as Marie Kondo says, spark joy. Happy reading!

Spring had finally settled in Upstate New York leaving the air fresh and the flowers bright. It was one of those days that just flowed. Gliding by breakfast, you had already turned in a mission report that was supposed to be completed a few days prior, took a shower, tidied up your room, and started lunch. There was a steady buzz of contentment in your head, a result of the day’s effortless productivity and quiet atmosphere.

Putting together the last pieces of the sandwich you made for yourself, you chose to ride the high of your productive buzz and wash the dishes you used before eating. Never had you felt so happy washing dishes. The water was just a little hotter than warm and felt relaxing. Even after the knife and cutting mat were clean you let the water run over your hands, taking in the steam rising to your face causing goosebumps to appear on the area of your arms that the water didn’t cover. Everything just felt like it was in place, it just felt good. When you finished, you dried off your hands and poured yourself some water, admiring how pretty the droplets of condensation looked on the glass.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., play my favorite playlist, please,” you chimed into the empty kitchen.

“Playing your most played playlist on Spotify,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice echoed through the room. You silently thanked Tony for his genius idea of connecting all the team’s Spotify accounts to F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s system. With that silent thank you, When A Man Loves a Woman by Percy Sledge began softly drifting through the speakers in the kitchen and adjacent living room.

You felt like you were floating. The floor to ceiling windows in the hall let in the sunlight and you closed your eyes as it touched your face and spread warmth all over you. Leaning against the counter, you opened your eyes and turned for a moment to pick up the first half of your sandwich. Closing them again, you took a slow bite and slowly chewed, letting your shoulders drop and letting out a hum of pleasure. Maybe it was the perfection of the moment, but it was a damn good sandwich.

With a small smile lifting up the corners of your lips, you began softly rocking your head side to side with the slow rhythm of the song. The smile on your face grew as you felt the music course through your ears, down your neck, into your chest, and through the rest of your body down to the tips of your toes. Taking another bite of your sandwich, you pushed off from your spot leaning against the counter and stood in the space between the counter and kitchen island for a few seconds before letting your whole body rock side to side just like your head had before. With the combination of the lack of duties to worry about, the satisfaction of such an excellent sandwich, the sun glowing across your skin, and the music coursing through your veins, you felt completely and utterly at peace.

About fifteen minutes prior, Bucky had just finished a workout session. Once his hair was literally dripping with sweat he decided it was about time to get cleaned up and see what you were up to. He happily got to his room, showered, and changed into fresh clothes with nothing but you on his mind. He checked your room to find it empty and assumed that, without a text telling him otherwise, you were probably in one of the living rooms or the kitchen.

Not wanting to disrupt the quiet that settled over the compound on this day, he didn’t call out for you and figured he would see you eventually. He padded through the hall and heard the distant drone of music playing from the kitchen area. Smiling to himself, he remembered how excited you were when Tony had sent out the text telling the team he added Spotify to F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s system.

He recognized the song as one you had put on a playlist you had made for him at the beginning of your relationship. He had worked up the courage to ask you out, after a few months of intense pining and a lot of pep talks from Steve, and later that night received a goodnight text from you including a link to a playlist titled “For Bucky”. The song was about two decades after “his time”, but after seeing how much you melted at it, it quickly became one of his favorites to listen to.

Once he finally reached the source of the sound, he halted to a stop at the doorway of the kitchen. To his delight, you were exactly where he thought you would be. However instead of simply making something to eat, you were dancing in the middle of the kitchen. Eyes closed, grooving to the sounds of the speakers, the light hit you in a way that made his breath hitch and a lump form in his throat. You looked adorable, gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. The song playing also brought right to his attention that, in addition to adorable, gorgeous, and absolutely beautiful, you were also all his. All of that, your soft humming to the music, your unabashed smile, your hips swaying back and forth, was all his. The sight of it alone made his mouth gape open a little and the back of his eyes sting with tears that hadn’t yet formed.

But before he could get completely swept away with his overwhelming adoration for you, you turned around and opened your eyes for a second to take another bite of your, once again, amazing sandwich and came face to face with Bucky. It startled you enough to make you jump and look away in exasperation of the small scare. Bucky chuckled to himself at how cute you could be and leaned against the doorway. You looked up at him with a face that clearly said “how long have you been standing there and how much did you see?” Ignoring the silent question, Bucky decided the opportunity was just too good to pass up teasing you a little.

“Oh, don’t mind me, doll, keep going.” He couldn’t help the little grin that crept up his face.

At this point the song had faded out and transitioned into another song. Bucky identified it as one that was also on the playlist you made for him and it made his grin a little wider realizing that it was in fact “For Bucky” that you were playing.

You rolled your eyes, leaned your hip on the side of the island, and decided to verbally repeat your question.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh hey, Bucky! It’s nice to see you, I missed you, how was your day?” Bucky mocked, pretending to be you. “Oh hey, y/n! I missed you too, my day’s been good,’” Bucky replied back to himself, making you groan and roll your eyes again.

“Hey Buck, how was your day?” You asked him in the most monotone voice you could use, making sure to exaggerate the annoyed expression you wore.

His grin turned into a smirk as he opted to answer your initial question rather than answer the one he mocked you into.

“I’ve been standing here long enough to see you dancing to our song, angel. Very cute, really.” He teased.

“Oh, shut up and come here” You pouted while lifting your arms, inviting him to take up the open space. He smiled at your change in tone and pushed off the doorframe to meet you with arms wide open. You slipped your arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders, while he snaked his around your waist. He turned you both so that your back was to the island and he caged you against it. You let your head fall against his chest while he leaned down and buried his head in your hair. You could smell him on his clothes, the subtle musk of his skin that lingered anytime you slept in his bed or cuddled him.

Inhaling and exhaling with a sigh, you ran a hand through the hair at the back of his head, returning to that state of absolute peace, now having with you another reason to feel it.

From inside your hair, a grumbled voice came through, “You know that song you were playing when I first came in, I listen to it all the time, always makes me think of you.”

You couldn’t control the giddy feeling that hearing that left you with. You looked up at him, prompting him to lift his head and peer down back at you. Your eyes met and you smiled wide at him, loving the feeling of being wrapped up in him. He grinned back at you and you couldn’t avoid seeing the look of bliss that graced his face, if you could have it your way you would keep him in this moment forever.

“You said that song was our song?” You asked.

“It’s the song I think of when I think of you, and it’s the first one on the playlist you made for me,” he blushed but then quickly followed up, “it doesn’t have to be our song if you don’t want it to or if you want a different one or someth-”

You moved forward away from the island, pushing him backwards with your hips until you were both standing, still embraced, in the middle of the kitchen.

Shaking your head you hummed, “I love it. Dance with me?” Bucky simply nodded his head, staring at you like you put the stars in the sky.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., play the first song on this playlist again, please.” The sound of the old 60s love song started tuning into the room. You didn’t think your smile could get any wider than when Bucky started rocking the both of you side to side, his eyes never leaving your own other than the occasional glance at your lips.

“You’re so amazing, angel, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk, you’re absolutely perfect yourself, Mr. Barnes.”

This made Bucky completely smile down at you. In that moment neither of you needed words to express the loved and adoration you two shared for each other.

~

Steve walked through the compound looking for Bucky, on a mission to give him back his watch that he’d left in the gym. Hearing your and Bucky’s voices in the living area, he smiled to himself and made his way there. Arguably one of the things in the world that made Steve the happiest was Bucky’s relationship with you. He knew as soon as he had introduced you to the team and could see the way Bucky blushed and got nervous around you that he was a goner. After months of waiting for Bucky to feel okay with dating and feelings and the whole shabang that came with those, he made it his main goal to set you two up. He knew how much you genuinely cared for Bucky and knew how undoubtedly happy you made him, when he saw you two together it served to him a reminder that the world could be good, that things could be bat shit crazy but there was always a silver lining.

Making his way to the kitchen, he ironically stopped at the door frame just as Bucky had, hearing you two together.

“You’re so amazing, angel, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk, you’re absolutely perfect yourself, Mr. Barnes.”

He saw his friend smile down at you and felt the pang of happiness that hit him whenever he listened to Bucky talk about you. He could feel the love from where he stood, rooted in place.

~

Bucky looked down at your lips once more, you copied him. He leaned in while tightening his hold around your waist, bringing your whole body closer to him, and kissed you softly. The kiss sucked the breath from your lungs. No longer swaying to the music, you let yourself lean into him and kissed him back with passion, making him feel how much you loved him. When your body couldn’t supply you with any more air, you were forced to pull back and look up at him. He looked totally smitten. He peered down at you with red cheeks and a relaxed grin, taking you in.

“God, I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you more, Buck”

“Impossible.”

You gave him a soft peck in response and dropped your head back on his chest as you continued swaying to your song. Finally tearing his eyes away from you, he noticed Steve standing where he had minutes before, with a satisfied smile, nodding his head in approval.

Bucky just smiled and nodded back, closing his eyes and resting his chin on your head. You were his reminder that the world could be good. Things could be bat shit crazy, but you were always his silver lining.