#i still think i'm better suited as a side character in all of this but like. if it's gonna happen it ought to happen soon

[8ball-wizard]

ominous chess anon,,,,, i miss you. and also where's that plot you threatened me with,,,,,,,,,,

[fortune-maiden]

A little over halfway through Season 1 of DNT now, I thought I was starting to warm up to it.

But then I got to the Castrop Rebellion Episode.

Soulless doesn't even begin to cover it......

[wtfaniii]

Paternal Instinct

squid game men's x daughter reader

☆ As the title says, this is gonna be a little bit paternal, like, I'm sure they'd be the best when it comes to children (sometimes)

☆ I will put imagines in and out of games and depending on the character the reader will be of different ages.

☆ The next thing I'll post will be a request from Thanos

Hwang In-ho

● Outside of games.

You, being a teenager in this world that your father dragged you into after your mother's death, were complete chaos.

You worked as a supervisor at his side wearing a mask with the figure from the square depicted in the center and despite being part of an organization of sadists you have not killed anyone, In-ho made sure you did not have to.

You walked into your room and removed the mask from your face as let out a long sigh, it had been a long day overseeing the creation of the games that this year's participants would cross and now all you wanted to do was sleep but as soon as you dropped your body onto the soft mattress, the door opened.

In-ho, without his frotman suit, entered your room with a small cake in his hands and the candles lit.

True, it was your birthday, ¿how come you forgot your own birthday? Maybe it's because you spent the day planning the deaths of innocent people.

—I asked for this cake to be made for you —In-ho said with a small, almost imperceptible smile.

They weren't as close as before, but he cared about you and tried to pay attention to everything that had to do with you.

—Thanks —you forced a smile as you sat on the edge of your bed —But it wasn't necessary.

You wanted to take it back when you saw the slight grimace on your father's face but couldn't, you simply weren't in the mood to celebrate your birthday under these conditions, your life wasn't the best and although you didn't hold any grudge against In-ho sometimes you wondered what your adolescence would have been like if he had left you with your uncle Jun-ho and your grandmother.

—I know you think that, you can say it —He said, leaving the cake on the table next to your bed.

—¿Why didn't you leave me with Jun-ho? I don't want to live here, I've had enough with my mother's death without seeing you become a puppet for these games.

In-ho sighed and looked down, you were right, he should have left you with his brother, he could have taken better care of you than he was doing but he didn't want to abandon you, he had already lost the love of his life, he couldn't lose his little world after that.

—You are the only thing I have left —He responded with regret —Believe me, I considered it, letting you have a life you deserved but I couldn't just watch you through cameras ¿Do you think bringing you to this shit was my first choice?

You didn't respond, you just hugged him and let him return the gesture, you still didn't want to continue living there but you didn't want to leave him alone either, after all, both only had each other.

After a few minutes of silence you looked back at the cake and smiled softly.

—¿Is it chocolate?

—dark chocolate, your favorite —He left a fatherly kiss on your head and took the cake again to put it in front of you —Blew out the candles and make a wish

The smile on your father's face was enough to ease your worries for a few moments, you blew out the candles hoping that one day these games would end.

● Inside the games.

In-ho's plan was going just as he thought, he approached Gi-hun and began to gain his trust but seeing you walk towards them among all the players made his heart skip a beat.

—¿Can I be on your team? —You asked with a smile that showed your white teeth.

—¿How old are you, girl? —390 asked with a surprised expression.

—Twenty —You replied naturally, playing with your hands, but In-ho snorted and took two steps towards you.

—No —He looked at you witheringly —No —Now he turned to see Gi-hun's team —She is sixteen, no twenty ¿What are you doing here?

He ended up looking at you again, he really didn't want you to be here and worse because his lie along with his fake name Young-il would fall apart but you were smart.

—¿Do you know each other? —Asked 388, who you found cute almost immediately.

—Yes, he is a friend of my father

—¿What are you doing here? —In-ho asked again, almost desperate to get an answer. You disobeyed him and you can be sure that you will be grounded until you turn thirty.

—The same as you —You answered firmly and defiantly, your smile challenged him because you were sure that he wouldn't scold you or his whole false theater would fall apart —¿Can I be on your team?

—Sure —Dae-ho replied, smiling kindly at you.

You smiled at him too, but with other intentions, just to irritate your father a little and take advantage of the fact that he couldn't scold you now.

—Thank you —you said with a flirtatious smile and a wink, to which Dae-ho lowered his head in embarrassment.

—Sixteen —In-ho repeated with slight annoyance and a tense smile.

Dae-ho tensed and raised his hands in a sign of peace and took a step back, he was just being kind but it was better to be safe than to have to face that man who kept looking at you with annoyance and reprimand.

You would be a problem for your father because not only would you challenge him at every opportunity you had but you would also try to help Gi-hun end these games, that was your wish and nothing was going to make you change your mind.

The Salesman

● Outside of games.

The morning was calm, everything was silent and through the window you could see the clear sky with the sun shining, a good climate but a great contrast with the interior of your home.

The walls were wallpapered and the floor was shiny, you placed your hands on the cold marble table while your father placed a plate with a mountain of pancakes in front of you.

—Breakfast is ready —he said with a wide smile.

A polite smile, but most of the time it conveys coldness and threat. For you, this expression was genuine affection.

—¿Aren't you going to have breakfast with me? —You asked curiously watching him wipe his hands with the kitchen cloth and then fix his hair and walk towards the refrigerator.

—I would love to stay pumpkin but you know I have to go to work —He replied without paying much attention to you —After finishing your breakfast you take off your pajamas, get dressed formally and wait for your teacher to arrive.

You nodded silently as you used the fork to bring a piece of pancake to your mouth.

Life was monotonous.

Every day, you got out of bed to make it, had breakfast that your father prepared, bathed, combed your hair and got ready to take your private lessons at home, did your homework and at night you watched an exact hour of cartoons, brushed your teeth and went to bed.

Your father was a very organized man when it came to your schedule, you remember how one time you watched five extra minutes of television and as punishment he locked you in your room for five hours.

“Television melts your brain”

Despite everything, he loved you, you knew it, he just had a strange way of letting you know.

—I'll be back tonight, I love you pumpkin —He said approaching you to leave a kiss on your forehead.

He was a good father, but you didn't know anything about what he was doing out there.

You didn't know that he recruited and investigated people who would die playing for money or that sometimes he took on dirty jobs that his boss sent him, you didn't know what kind of person he really was and that was what the salesman wanted.

He adored you and that's why he avoided at all costs that you knew about the double life he led, he didn't want to hurt you.

However, there were certain mistakes that he regretted, one for example was that he himself had killed your mother as soon as you were born, he knew that she would want to run away with you, she did not want to continue living the life she had at his side and that was why he had to put a bullet between her eyes.

He didn't let her take you away from him, you were his daughter and even though he locked you up practically every day, he convinced himself that it was only for safety.

He only let you go out for a walk in the park and shopping malls on your birthday, once a year.

Despite how boring your life was, everything was going well until one night you heard moans and sobs coming from below your house.

You rarely heard them and this time you were very curious, you got out of bed, put on your slippers and left your room.

You silently walked down the stairs as the noises grew louder, when you reached what seemed to be the source of the sound, you saw that it was your father's secret room, a door that led to the basement was always locked, but this time... it was open just a little.

—¿Daddy? —You called him softly as you opened the door.

As you walked down the dark basement stairs, sobs mixed with opera music filled your ears, sending a shiver of fear through your entire body, you hugged your teddy bear tighter.

—The probability of dying is one in six and of surviving five in six —You heard your father's voice.

He explained with a polite smile, it was a great contrast to the situation was in, he liked to feel the adrenaline of this game and that way he could also get rid of these two men who had been following him during the day.

However, when he saw you at the bottom of the stairs with a scared expression and on the verge of tears, his smile faded and hid the gun behind him.

—¿What are you doing awake? It's past your bedtime and I told you a hundred times that you weren't allowed to come in here.

He spoke sternly and angrily, the two men he had tied to a respective chair began to make desperate sounds to get your attention, as if you were the only way to get out of there.

—¡Silence! —He shouted furiously making you jump a little in your place, you hadn't seen this side of him —Go to your room, ¡now!

Once you ran out of there, he took out his gun again and pointed it at the man in the red shirt. He was the one who made the most noise and that's why you woke up.

—Excellent, y'all traumatized a nine-year-old girl —He said with a tense smile

Although it was also his fault, he knew that at any moment you would discover his work anyway, but he hoped that wouldn't happen soon.

After you returned to your room you couldn't sleep, a couple of hours passed until your father opened the door and cautiously entered.

—You were disobedient —he began in a serious voice —And as a result you saw something you shouldn't have.

You were still lying face down with your face hidden in the pillow, he still had the loaded gun in his hand, he knew what had to do or else you would cause trouble.

But him couldn't.

The ease with which he killed his father was surprising but he couldn't kill you, you were the only thing that gave this home humanity and the mere thought of ending it made his stomach turn.

He clenched the gun in his hand and twisted his lips, after a long mental battle he put the gun in his pants and sat next to you.

—There are many things that you still won't understand, but what you can be sure of is that I am your father and I love you —With his hand he caressed your hair and felt you relax a little. —No matter what you saw down there, you will still be my daughter, but there will be some changes in this house.

You remained silent, you felt distrust but he was still your father, he was the only thing you knew and even if you were afraid of him you couldn't leave there, you had nowhere to go.

After a few minutes you sat up in bed and hugged him for comfort. He just caressed your hair and kissed your head.

Hwang Jun-ho

● Outside of games.

Being the daughter of a police officer had its advantages and disadvantages.

One advantage was that you could brag about it whenever someone bothered you at school, including teachers, and a big disadvantage was that you rarely got to spend time together as a father and daughter.

Jun-ho worked constantly but he also tried to keep an eye on you. "She's your daughter, before you know it she'll be your age," his mother constantly repeated to him reproachfully, she was right, time was flying and if he continued looking for his lost brother or working double shifts at the police station he would miss more years of your life.

For that reason, he decided to leave work early that day, and went to buy two hamburgers, some chips and candy while he thought of some fun activity to strengthen the family bond.

But when he got home he found you sitting at the table next to your teacher.

He twisted his lips, assuming you had gotten into trouble.

It was no surprise, you missed some classes, you didn't bring homework and your grades weren't the best but you were a great girl in terms of your behavior, just very distracted and Jun-ho couldn't help but feel guilty about that behavior on your part, yeah, sometimes you did it to get his attention.

After talking for two hours with your teacher she left and your father looked at you tiredly.

—You haven't taken any algebra classes, if you continue like this you'll fail the year.

You formed a fake smile on your lips.

—The teacher hates me —You stated, getting up from your chair to go towards the bag that your father had brought. —You left work early.

—I thought I'd do something fun, you know... father-daughter

You saw him with a raised chest, it was not usual, it was already customary for Jun-ho to spend most of the day outside the house, either looking for your uncle or immersing himself in his work.

—¿It's a holiday and I forgot? —You asked funny and sarcastic, turning around to get a juice from the refrigerator.

—Funny —he responded falsely —Now bring your notebooks, let's study together.

It was not the entertaining activity that he had in mind but if it brought them closer as a family it was an opportunity that he would not waste.

—¿Oh really? I mean, I already missed the school year anyway.

The look on Jun-ho's face let you know that he wasn't joking, they were going to spend the next four hours studying numbers and equations.

You really thought it would be a waste of time but it wasn't like that, as the conversation about algebra flowed the confidence did too, Jun-ho had been absent many times but this help made you remember that no matter what happens or how, no matter how big or small the problem is, he will be there for you.

● Inside the games.

You were stubborn, you always disobeyed any order they gave you, even if your father asked you not to get involved in his affairs you ignored him because were family and you should support each other.

The last few days you had seen Jun-ho more worried and anxious than normal, so you decided to follow him and find out the reason for his current state but you didn't imagine that it was something related to the disappearance of your uncle In-ho, apparently he had already got some clues and you wanted to help him.

He scolded you when he discovered you and warned you not to get involved, he even went to leave you with grandma with the excuse that he would be away for a couple of days but you escaped through a window and followed him again.

That led you to where you were now.

Your bare feet were sweating and your hands were shaking, you tried to avoid looking down through the glass you were in but curiosity got the better of you and you looked down into the void.

You were terrified.

The night you followed your father, one of the men dressed in pink with a circle mask discovered you, left you unconscious and when you woke up you were wearing a green uniform with the number "455" lying on a bed and surrounded by several people who dressed the same, you thought it was some joke, you didn't know what you had gotten yourself involved in, and when you saw that had to play a series of games to avoid being killed, you felt as if the soul was leaving your body.

You looked for your father among all the players but you couldn't find him and shortly after you learned that he had infiltrated the guards, he told you when he came in during a fight between players and was able to talk to you for a few seconds.

—I don't want to die —You murmured fearfully as you heard another glass breaking accompanied by a scream.

—You're not going to die, you have to relax —218 spoke behind you, you were one of the last to cross these crystals and you were more than grateful for that.

You gulped and continued jumping to the next crystal that fortunately had already been tested by another player.

Meanwhile Jun-ho felt his stomach turn and his heart beat like crazy.

He tried to maintain a firm and calm posture, he was still an infiltrator and he couldn't let them notice his concern, but seeing you there between life and death made his heart stop.

One of the so-called "VIP" with a gold mask called him to serve him more liquor and he obeyed, however, the conversation that these people were having about the players made his blood run cold, they talked as if they were just entertainment, some circus animals so that these people could have fun as spectators, but what caught their attention the most was the way they talked about you.

"She looks about fifteen years old" one said with amusement "I say sixteen" spoke another.

Wrong, you were thirteen years old and Jun-ho felt like the worst father in the world for letting you get involved in this.

—¿Will sell the body if she dies or will they cremate it? —One asked interestedly and earning laughter from the rest, Jun-ho only felt nauseous listening to it.

Jun-ho returned to serve liquor to one of the masked men but when he heard a glass break followed by a female scream that he immediately identified as your, he turned around and felt his world collapse.

Where you were previously standing was now 218 with the gaze lost downwards and the body tense, when it was your turn to decide between the two crystals you refused, you didn't want to do it and saw the man who helped you survive each game was there behind you ready to push you.

Another breaking glass caught the attention of the guests, guards and the frontman, Jun-ho had dropped the tray with everything and bottle of liquor.

—I apologize —he murmured, bending down to pick up the mess of broken glass, taking advantage of the fact that no one could see his face, he shed tears of pain.

[...]

A few months had passed after living that nightmare in the games, Jun-ho left there with a bullet in his shoulder and with the disappointment of discovering that it was his brother who was leading all that, but also thanks to that you left alone with some broken bones.

In-ho recognized you instantly and made sure that you could get out of there alive, when you fell from that glass platform your body did not fall directly to the ground, the blow was cushioned by a pad that had been placed specifically for you.

He pretended you were dead and sent you to the hospital, When Jun-ho found out that you were there, he cried with happiness knowing that you were still breathing.

He walked into your hospital room with a set of clean clothes in his hands and when he saw you sitting on the bed eating Jell-O and watching TV he couldn't help but laugh.

—For you this was a vacation.

—Falling from a great height brings its advantages —You said with a triumphant smile, you had gotten rid of many exams and schoolwork.

He always apologized to you for everything you had to go through, from that day on he stopped looking for In-ho (or at least he did it secretly from you) and he was more attentive to you, he took you to school, he was never missing to any event that was special for you and he promised to put you ahead of everything.

Seong Gi-hun

● Outside the games.

He's not the best father but he tries.

You were standing in the forum of your school wearing a dark blue robe and the characteristic mortarboard on your head, in your hands you held your diploma and tried to smile for the camera of the photographer that the school had hired.

You still looked between the seats in the stands for your father but there was no one, your mother had gone with your sister to the United States with her new husband and you had stayed here because you didn't want to abandon Gi-hun.

You formed a grimace on your lips and looked down with sadness and disappointment until suddenly you heard him voice among the people and you looked up again.

—Yes, my daughter just graduated, ¡Oops! Sorry if I stepped on you —He spoke embarrassedly as he crossed the row of people to get to his seat.

You laughed softly and inevitably raised your hand to greet him and get his attention even though your teacher scolded you.

Gi-hun carried a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a gift box in his hands, he sat in his respective place and smiled at you affectionately.

To be honest with himself, he had not planned to come to your graduation, he would apologize to you later by taking you to eat, giving you a gift and flowers, but in the end he decided to go, late but he arrived.

It took him a long time to find the salesman again and he was practically investing all his money in it, this day was not going to be different, ¿what made him change his mind? The photo of you as a baby that he had saved on his phone, the one-year-old you would cry inconsolably if he knew he was going to be without him on this special day.

When the ceremony ended you ran towards him, who welcomed you with open arms.

—Congratulations my life, I'm proud of you —He said, giving you a fatherly kiss on the forehead.

—Thanks for coming —Your smile was enough to confirm that he had made the right decision.

He gave you your flowers and the gift, when you opened it you found a beautiful sewing machine, it was the most appropriate gift considering that you had just graduated as a fashion designer.

—¡Thank you dad! —You said happily, hugging him tightly again.

You were excited and he was also happy to share this moment with you, he had isolated himself from everything for the last three years but you managed to get him out of his comfort zone to also make him smile.

Sometimes he isolated you to protect you, he didn't want anyone involved in those games to know that he had a daughter, a great weakness if they asked him and if something happened to you he was sure that he would never forgive himself and he would be capable of doing the unimaginable for defend you.

He called you "my life" and it was because that's what you were to him, his entire life, his oldest daughter was all he had left.

● Inside the games.

The last thing he wanted to happen was exactly what happened.

The night they took him back to those games you were also dragged with him, not by your own will because you didn't know anything about this but by the simple fact of being the closest to him you found yourself involved in this conflict.

—¿Why didn't you ever tell me about this? —You asked him cautiously as ate the food those pink guards had given them in silver cans.

—I didn't want you to get involved in this —He admitted with an expression of failure and anguish —But now you're in danger.

—We'll be fine —You smiled at him with motivation —They're just... they're child's games ¿right? We will get out of here alive.

—She's right, we just have to be prepared —Young-il said agreeing with you.

You stayed quiet and sat next to your father while you finished eating until a dispute between players caught your attention, one with purple hair and his friend forcefully pushed another to the ground.

A grimace of pain formed on your lips as the poor guy was kicked in the abdomen, knocking the wind out of him.

—¿Aren't they going to help you? They are hurting him —You complained, turning to look at the group of allies that your father had formed, but when you saw that no one was going to do anything, you stood up.

But as soon as you took a step, Young-il put a hand on your shoulder as a sign that he would take care of the situation.

After he hit the two bullies you went to player 333 and helped him stand up.

—¿Are you okay? Come with me —You said leading him to your group.

He gave you his name as a thank you, Lee Myung-gi, while you were talking to him you noticed that he was attractive and he was only a couple of years older than you

Well, eight years to you wasn't much of a difference but your father wasn't too happy about it.

During the next game in which they had to team up with five players, Gi-hun tried to keep you close.

—Well, the five of us are here, we are complete.

—Myung-gi doesn't have a team yet —You said, approaching 333 who was still standing next to you but looking in all directions in search of some team —I'll go and form another one with him.

Those words didn't seem pleasant to Gi-hun either, but before he could refuse, Young-il interrupted to help you a little.

—That's good, this way it will be easier for you to find team.

You thanked him with your look and before your father could say anything you took 333 by the hand and the two of snuck through the players in search of a team.

Even so, you could feel your father's gaze on your back and not to mention Myung-gi, he did feel somewhat intimidated but he also couldn't deny a certain attraction he had towards you since he saw you.

It was incredible and made you laugh how despite the circumstances he was still protective of you, not only protecting you from physical harm, but also emotional harm and keeping an eye out in case someone wanted to break your heart.

With the salesman I didn't put it into the games because I think it's obvious that that man would never allow something like that when it comes to his daughter.

Thanks for reading and the next thing I'll post will be about Thanos, a pending request :D

[obsessedwrhys]

Can we have a part 2 Deadpool reader with the boys and maybe soldier boy too❓❓ if you want to of course

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Boys x Deadpool!Reader

t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader's origin will be explained underneath, reader is still an asshole lol that comes with the character, mention about killing,death,gore, weed, drugs, Reader is gn!!!

ᯓ★ here's a version with the seven, kiss kiss <3

Origin:

Quick summary, when you were born, your parents had agreed with Vought to have you be pumped full of Compound V so you could grow up and be a hero working under them, but the problem was when you were around 7, they changed their mind so Vought ended up sending several people to come to your house to settle the matter.

Your whole family was massacred in the living room during thanksgiving and when they tried to capture you. You were able to run away. Homeless and living on the street, you grew up in a life of crime, depending on nobody but yourself. Make sense? No? Good! Let's start now.

BUTCHER

To him, you were like a fly that won't leave him alone.

How he knew you was through Mallory, she thought you were okay and fit for the job since you hated Vought just as much.

Obviously he didn't like you once you were introduced to him and the two (M.M and Frenchie)

"No way am I lettin' a supe join us"

":("

Though after what happened to Mallory's grandchildren, the gang pretty much dispersed but wherever Butcher went, you followed. Since he was the only person you trusted... and also enjoy annoying the shit out of.

He'd head inside a club, relieved he hadn't seen you for the past few days so he decided to grab a drink by the bar to unwind.

"Whiskey" He said with his eyes looking around, paranoia shown on his face.

Once his drink was served, he would look back to find your eyes smiling at him, you were wearing a bartender disguise over your red suit.

"Did you miss me?"

"Oh christ..."

When you heard word that he was gathering back the team, you had to be there. What kind of friend would you be if you didn't?

Undoubtedly he had to admit, there were times where he was grateful to have you on the team but there were also other times he regretted it.

For example, that time when you guys needed to sneak into a lab to get something and the goal was to stay quiet but even that simple rule was hard for you to follow.

"Room's up ahead. (Y/N) I need you to—"

"Heads up!" You said as you threw a bomb at the metal door.

The explosion causing the alarm to turn on and it had the whole lab now on high alert. You shrug innocently when Butcher glared at you like he wanted to tear you apart.

Also, you enjoy constantly pissing him off. You can't die so you don't really care if he'll kill you for it.

"Maybe, if you didn' press the fuckin' button, we wouldn't have to come bac' to save yer ass from the guards"

"OOH GOD SAVE THE QUEEEN!! Please, cry me a fucking river. I got us the target didn't I?"

"He's dead"

"Well you weren't being specific when you said to capture him"

But it's fine, all his frustration will be solved once he uses you as bait. He knows you can't die but hey, it makes him feel slightly better watching you get shot at.

Despite your ups and downs, he appreciates you. When the team would turn against him on his insane journey for revenge, he always found you the only one still standing by his side. You're loyal and he likes that.

Compatibility? 75%

HUGHIE

You treat him like a child.

No seriously you baby talk him sometimes and it annoys him

"Awwwww is little hughie angry?"

"Stop..."

"Does baby want his milky?"

Since he's pretty much the only person who isn't that exposed to crime as the others, he's terrified 100% everytime when he's paired up to do any dirty work with you.

"Now listen buddy, you better start talking or I'm gonna shoot" You said, gun raised at the man who seemed to be begging you to spare his life in a language you didn't speak.

"I don't think he speaks English"

"Ah shit... ENGLISH!! SPEAK!! ABCDEFG??!"

"How is shouting in English gonna make him understand?"

"Eh, you're right"

BANG

"WHY'D YOU SHOOT HIM??!"

"Well did you expect me to pull out Duolingo and start taking classes?!"

You had to admit, it was a pain in the ass each time he starts giving you the cold shoulder whenever he gets mad at you for doing something terrible. It was like his way of guilt tripping you so you always try to apologise in your own ways.

"Hey..." You said, handing him ice cream.

"...I uh... I don’t like Strawberry ice cream... I thought I told you that"

"God you're so ungrateful!!"

Since he was such a scaredy cat, you try to tone down your craziness a bit. For the sake of him not going into cardiac arrest.

"(Y/N) STOP!! She has nothing to do with this!! She was tricked" Hughie grabbed you by the arm to pull your gun away from the innocent woman.

You turn your head to look at him, then at the woman, then at him again, then the woman, then him again.

"Ugh finnnne... you're boring..."

However, he does appreciate you trying to be a better person. Even you had to admit, after you met him and became friends. You noticed yourself being less brutal than you used to be. The thought keeps you awake at night and it scares the shit out of you.

But oh well, how could you ever say no to those scared little puppy eyes?

Compatibility? 55%

FRENCHIE

He's like your hype man which is concerning.

Not because you're not afraid to get the job done but also because you always have his back.

"Well... I need some gunpowder but I've run out of them" Frenchie said, telling Butcher that the plan was most likely not gonna happen.

"Hold on" You said with the typical comical ☝🏻 gesture before heading into a different room. Everyone exchanging confused glances at what you could possibly be doing.

After a few minutes you'd return with a bag of gunpowder while struggling to zip up your pants with the other hand.

"Don't tell me how I got it. It almost tore me apart" You said, rubbing your ass.

On stressful nights, you guys would enjoy smoking weed together by the sofa and share stories of your traumatic childhood. It's how you guys bond and it's oddly wholesome.

Also when he needs a shoulder to cry on, you were always there for him. You two shared a type of relationship that even Romeo and Juliet couldn't compete with. To be fair they're dead so they actually can't fight.

"Hey reader!! If you're gonna keep reading then you might as well give the post a like or a repost. C'mon, pleassssseeee pleasepleaseplease"

"Ma cerise, who are you talking to?"

Although he doesn't mind your behaviour sometimes but he won't tolerate it if you ever cross the line on something. He's like the owner who sprays water at his pet cat when they don't listen.

"What are you mad at me for?!?!"

"You damn near tried to get us killed!!"

"Hey! You're the one who said it would be a suicide mission so I made sure it was a suicide mission!!"

"WHAT?"

There's no way he can deny how curious he is about where you get your guns and things. He once went in your room to find boxes of dynamite and a RPG just placed against the wall like furniture.

Like do you have a supplier or are you your own supplier?

Compatibility? 99.9%

M.M

Everybody deserves second chances.

He always tells him that to calm himself down everytime you managed to fuck up a thoroughly planned mission.

"What did I say about pressing buttons (Y/N)?"

"Honestly I stopped paying attention after you said 'Listen here'."

M.M has to be the only person you fear to the fact you try very hard to avoid him, this is because his long ass lectures are such a pain to deal with.

"How many times do I have to remind you? You can't just go around doing shit like that. You gotta consider the amount of danger you'll put everyone in..."

"(Blah blah blah... he's still going... uggggh... make it stop...!)"

Unable to handle the lecture any longer, you ended up shooting yourself in the head.

"(Y/N)!" His tone more disappointed than concern since this wasn't the first time you did this to escape his talks.

You know that russian dollhouse he tries to build in season 2? Well you'd constantly be found standing or sitting near him when he's trying to finish the set.

Since you're aware of his OCD, you like to edge him on by sometimes rearranging the parts or stealing some of it so he ends up searching high and low for the missing parts.

You had to admit it was entertaining to watch him accuse other people for touching his stuff when it was you behind all the schemes.

I'd like to think that after every mission when you happen to die, he'd be the one in charge of collecting your remains so you'd grow back.

That's why it comes naturally that his job is to make sure you don't do anything extreme.

"Where are my bombs??!?!" You'd shout, storming around the place looking for them.

"I sold them. Thought it'd do us more good knowing you won’t accidentally blow us up"

"WHAT?! GOD! It's like the writers of the show couldn't afford another explosion for this season so they had to use this DUMB of an excuse!!"

Though he does see some good in you through the messed up parts, he once saw you give his daughter a cute teddy bear when they've been burned by Vought.

She still has the bear and M.M likes to think that maybe you have a soft spot for kids since you never had a proper childhood. That's why he chooses to understand you rather than just being ignorant about your behaviour.

Compatibility? 80%

KIMIKO

She finds you a little odd but she doesn't mind once she realises how everyone is used to you being like that.

Whenever you're bored, you'd come to see what she was up to. Just imagine you sitting on the sofa like a curious kid as you watch her write alphabets on the book.

She also tries to communicate with you since she thought maybe your fucked up mind would understand her better in a way. Like how in season 2 she was repeatedly writing 'boy' to Frenchie but he didn't understand, so she came to you.

"Woow... watching you try to talk to me is like watching a baby take it's first breath..."

"😐"

"It's beautiful..."

Turns out her theory was wrong, you had a harder time understanding her compared to the rest.

Since you're the only two people in the group with powers, most of the time you two are sent on dangerous missions together. It's a nightmare for her because everybody knows communication is key but one is mute and the other doesn't listen.

"(Be quiet! There's people in the other room!)" She'd sign to you but you were busy humming a song while throwing around the enemies equipment.

"Oooh, what's this?" You held up a Homelander figurine which made you laugh as you show it to her.

"Hey look! 'I'm Homelander, I'm God's favourite. I play golf with Jesus every Sunday."

"(Can you please take this seriously?)"

"You're right, you gotta stop messing around Kimiko! We have a target to kill here" You said and you threw the figurine away which apparently clashes into a stack of boxes that came crashing down. The sound making everyone inside the building grab their weapons and began cornering you two in the room.

"😡"

"Okay that wasn't me that was gravity"

For the boys, you were plan A and she was plan B. That's because you always end up rushing into a fight first which most of the time resulted in you getting dismembered, which she later comes in to save you.

For example when Stormfront had stopped you guys, your bright ass thought it was a good idea to charge at her even though everyone was signalling you to stop. Next thing you know you were just a head being carried by M.M, you ended up watching as Kimiko fought Stormfront with the help of Starlight and Queen Maeve.

"That's my girl!! Now can anyone lend me a hand? I think I lost mine"

Compatibility? 97%

Bonus +

SOLDIER BOY

You know the scene where he walks out of his containment with the gas surrounding him? You swore when you watched him step out butt naked, you could hear angels singing and trumpets playing inside your head.

Shockingly enough, he was the only person who appreciated your humour. Could be a generation thing. He's just relieved not everyone has gone soft over the years.

In a way, you feel like you've become his babysitter. Everytime Butcher and Hughie left to do some business, you were in charge of making sure he doesn't blow up anyone. You kept him entertained so he didn't mind. That's why on the hunt for his former team members, he immediately chose you to be by his side.

"I'll take red with me"

"Red as in the american flag or the russians?" You asked which had him do the typical boomer laugh.

"I like you, you're funny" He said with a strong pat on your shoulder.

Butcher doesn't mind you with him cause he trusts that you can keep him under control. Hughie on the other hand isn't sure if you can even keep yourself under control.

"Shhh... wait... do you hear that?"

"Ah shit, did I accidentally said my dirty thoughts out loud? It's just you look breedable in that suit"

Another thing he likes about you is that you're okay with killing pretty much anyone, just try not to overstep cause that could potentially piss him off.

"I told you he's mine" He said as he had you pinned against one of the trees, apparently you had shot Mindstorm in the head when he literally made it clear to you minutes ago that was his kill.

"Quite possessive aren't you? I can recommended a therapist I know. Her names Martha—"

"You shut your mouth before I shove my shield up your ass"

"Gasp don't you DARE threaten me with a good time!!"

At the end of Season 3, you would obviously side with Butcher when everyone started to turn against Soldier Boy. He had to admit he was kinda hurt though, he expected you to be on his side.

"So what? You're crawling back to him now? After what we've been through?"

"Sorry big daddy, but Butcher has been my day one and I also happen to love him veryvery much"

Cue Butcher rolling his eyes out of disgust.

Compatibility? 100% but after the betrayal? 0% 😔

[lqveharrington]

Timeless | T.B.

summary: tom said that in every timeline, you would find and love each other

pairing: all tom blyth characters above (plus alex) x fem!reader

includes: FLUFF, kissing, allusions of sex mentions of killing, threats, teasing

a/n: i just love me some tom blyth 🩷 also, all the other universes mentioned are the ones connected with my own writing for them, so see if you can spot the similarities between coryo and billy’s parts 😉

Ever since you began to date Tom, you've felt more love than you have in years. He was the kindest, most caring, and protective man you have ever met. He made sure every single interaction wasn't crossing any boundaries — not wanting to make you uncomfortable — and he made every interview and press conference never spoke badly about. It was all so courteous that it didn't take long until he decided to put a ring on it — hiding the engagement until you both posted wedding photos for your anniversary.

"It's your day off, stop scrolling through Instagram comments." You set down the cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table before taking away his phone, hiding it away in the drawer. He raised his brow as his hand found the curve of your hip, tugging you to sit beside him. "I'm taking away your phone privileges for the rest of the day."

"A day off with my wife if I stay away from the internet?” He tapped his chin in thought as his free hand went under your calves, pulling yours legs over his lap. “I think I like that idea, Mrs Blyth.”

His accent nearly made you swoon. You loved him for who he was, and the additional accent was a bonus you got lucky with.

You would never get tired of how kind Tom was to you — even after two years of dating, one year of engagement, and one year of marriage — you still were head over heels for him.

Meeting his iridescent blue eyes, you lean in for a proper kiss and smile when he pulls you closer. Tom tilts your head up to his with a finger, kissing you with the same passion he always used. You follow suit and only separate in surprise when he nips at your bottom lip.

"Rude much." You giggle and rest your head on the cushion behind you, hand coming up to touch your lip. “Such a tease, Blyth, such a tease.”

"It’s not my fault you’re so irresistible." Tom took your hand away from your face and began to individually kiss each and every finger, slowly moving higher and higher until he was back to your lips. “Would kissing you make you feel better?”

You pretend to think about it for a second, holding back a smile when you see him impatiently waiting for you to say yes. But the second he heard the beginning syllable of the word, he cupped your face with both hands and met your lips, enjoying your short yelp of surprise.

Tom pressed short kisses to your lips and smiled when you pressed a hand against the left side of his chest. He knew exactly what you were listening for, you did this every time you felt so much love from him.

When he finally pulls away, he glances down at your lips and smirks when he realizes that your lips were a shade deeper than they were earlier. He thumbed your cheek and tucked a piece hair behind your ear, kissing your cheek.

“You know what I’m thinking of?” He murmured, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

You shrug and look up, “What are you thinking of, Tom Keir Blyth?”

He rolled his eyes at the full name and kissed you silly again before speaking, hiding another smirk from your dazed look before you shook it off. "I think we would find each other in every universe. Fall in love just like we are now."

You hum and play with his sweater, thinking about the possibility. Even if you did exist in different universes, the chances of finding each other in every lifetime was slim, maybe even zero. But your love for one another was a flame — a magnetic force that always attracted.

After a few beats of silence, you finally say something in regard to the thought with a benevolent smile, wedding and engagement ring shining from the sunlight hitting it.

"I think so too."

“Hey, how was— What’s that for?” You start to ask him about his daily ride when you look up and see the bouquet of wildflowers, an array of pinks, blues, and purples. You grin at him and take the flowers from him, fingers gingerly touching the petals while silently questioning him.

Billy grinned back and his hand found its home on the curve of your hip. “Saw em’ by the forest as I was coming back. Figured m'pretty girl deserved all the pretty flowers.”

Your cheeks were starting to hurt by how hard he was making you smile. He was so infinitely lovable and you just knew when you got married to him, it would double by millions. He slowly began to thumb your hip and tilted his head down to accommodate your height with how close you were both standing.

“You’re sweet for an ex-outlaw.” You whisper and cling onto the flowers, eyes lighting up in mischief. You pull yourself impossibly closer, your lips dangerously close to his. "You are so in love with me, Bonney.”

“Am I now?” He murmured and noticed the hint of mischief in your eyes, a small smirk gracing his lips.

You went to answer but got cut off when he pressed his lips to yours, your initial shock fading into desire. One of your hands finding its way to his chest, feeling the heartbeat you felt so much love from. But as Billy’s hand slowly traveled south, your brother made the unfortunate decision to enter the living room.

“Didn't you say Billy was— Oh, ew!” Adam’s recoiled and turned around, gagging into his hands. The memory was forever going to scar him. He heard gasping and quick steps away, making him shut his eyes in revulsion. “Why are you touching her like that!”

“Adam—“ You try to speak over him, but he just kept going on about all the different things he would never do when he got older and how your parents would totally freak if they were the ones to walk in. How your dad would kill Billy if he ever saw whatever he was doing to you.

He continued to babble and babble, eyes wide in sickness. “Does pa know he touches you like that? He would have a day with Billy! I—“

“Adam, turn your ass back around and head into the kitchen. We’ll be over in a second.” You clamped a hand over his mouth, voice strict and eyes annoyed. Adam nodded swiftly in horror and quickly made his way back into the kitchen, wincing when you shouted again. “And you don’t say a word!”

You turn back around to find Billy standing there with the bouquet, his brows raised in full amusement. He sent you a wink — which you rolled your eyes to before approaching him and his smug face.

“William Bonney.” You stood in front of him and crossed your arms, tapping your foot on the wooden floor like a mother.

He tilted his head to the side and handed you the bouquet again, grinning when you snatch them out of his hands. Billy crossed his own arms — noticing your eyes drift down to his exposed arms. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You scowl and yelp when he pulls you in his arms. Looking up at him, you push a finger to his chest and reprimand him. “Pull a stunt like that again and our shooting lessons will be turned against you.”

“I didn’t think he would walk in here, sweetheart.” He buried his head into your neck and pressed soft kisses to your neck. "I'm sorry,"

“In every universe, I’m sure someone would’ve walked through those doors, Billy.” You mumble and accept his kisses, running your free hand through his brown hair. "Trust me."

Knock Knock Knock

“Come in.” Coriolanus' voice rang out in his office. In the few seconds the door open and shut, he didn't hear the person announce who they were, his jaw ticking in annoyance. He looked up from his paperwork to maybe see an Avox until they softened at the sight of you. You were in the dress he just bought you, making him smirk in satisfaction.

“I brought lunch.” You smile and move to place the tray down on the side table by the small library in the room. "You didn't come down for lunch and I was getting worried."

Coriolanus sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair for what seemed like the nth time in one hour. “I needed to finish reading all the paperwork the Districts mailed earlier and I couldn't just discard it in the middle of completion. Even if it's all complaints." His piercing eyes watched as you grabbed a plate and handed it to him before you pulled yourself to sit on top of his desk, careful not to disturb the organized mess of papers. "How are the twins' studies?"

You crossed your legs and play with your rose necklace, watching the white snow coat the trees and ground outside. “Their governesses said they are doing exceptionally well today. Celine’s working on her long division and Lio is working on his poetry; which, by the way, is about you."

He hummed and took a bite out of the steak, his free hand finding your knee and thumbing the skin there. Coriolanus looked over your face, watching you mess with the necklace he got you all those years ago. Even after he offered to buy a new one, you refused to let go of the old one. It was your favorite thing he ever gave you.

Well, besides Celine and Aurelio of course.

"They'll be as smart as their mother in a few years." He glanced over at you, raising his brows when you shake your head, pearly whites peeking through in doubt. "What? You and I were practically tied for the Plinth prize before they changed the stupid rules." You still gave him an unimpressed look. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Your soft smile falters and your eyes darken as old memories resurface. “You really want me to answer that?”

You didn't mean to say that out loud — regretting it instantly and internally wincing when you saw his own eyes darken to the dark azure you knew all too well.

Coriolanus raised his brows at you and carefully stood, full six feet standing in front of you. He firmly grasped your jaw in his hand and tilted your head up to meet his eyes. You hid all fear away, knowing he wouldn't do anything to hurt you after you reduced him into nothing but a mess after leaving him long ago.

“You really want to ruin my day, beautiful? Because I can make this day worse.” Coriolanus murmured as his lips lightly grazed yours — almost daring you to continue.

“Noted.” You murmur back and earn a quick peck to the lips as a reminder that you solely were his before he removed himself from you. You watched him with careful eyes — almost like you were handling a stray cat — and continued to play with your necklace until you saw the storm clear from his eyes.

"Tigris is coming over tonight to fit us for the annual Christmas gala. She wants more leeway in case Celine hates her dress again." Your finger feels for the intricate details of the necklace as you remember the memory of a screaming five-year-old tugging at the dress her aunt took ages to make.

Coriolanus pursed his lips at the thought and shook his head. It was an absolute mess of a day, but luckily Tigris had made a spare dress for her. He pulled your crossed legs to lay across his lap, hand running up and down the space there without any care about the heels digging into his thighs.

“I thought we had a party to attend to tonight?” He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, still contemplating whether or not to even hold a gala this year.

You could feel his emotions radiating off of him. This time of the year was always bad for him, especially when he was already swamped with so much work. Slowly, you move closer to him until he opened his eyes again to find you sitting right in front of him, legs on either side of his.

“It's just Livia's get together, she won't care.” You murmur as your hands find his tie, tugging it ever so slightly. “Besides, tonight's a night.”

He brought his hands up to you waist and dragged you closer until you were sitting on his lap, eyes darkening once more. It was rare for you two to even have a night once a month, but it seemed like this month was going to have more than one.

"I thought we still had a week left." He rested a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to anything underneath your beautiful dress.

You put a hand on his chest and feel the rhythm of his heart, the one you knew loved you despite every obstacle you both faced. “Tigris is taking them afterwards, she wants bonding time with them.”

“A night it is.” Coriolanus murmured and met your lips, smirking when you let out a noise of surprise when he bites your bottom lip. Separating, he places on last kiss to your lips before helping you stand, adjusting your dress until you were decent. “I have a meeting in five minutes, I’ll come find you later.”

“I’m helping with decorating the manor. Again." You complain and adjust the ends of your hair, making sure they were perfect before adjusting Coriolanus' appearance. "The stupid Avoxes don’t know where the garlands go. They go in the same place they always do.”

“So picky, my love.” Coriolanus stood and placed another kiss to your lips, feeling you smile. He placed a few more kisses until you pulled away and rubbed the lipstick off his lips. “You just have to have your way no matter where you are, yeah?”

“Imagine in a different timeline I never got to decorate our house properly. It would be tragic.”

“Tragic indeed.”

When you went to get Alex from his room, you expected him to be ready to leave and just have a wonderful break from the school. But when you got there, he was still sitting at his desk, reading papers his students wrote. You roll your eyes at the man before knocking on the door frame.

“Alex, you realize today is the last day before winter break, yeah?” You give him a weird look from the doorway to his classroom, leaning against the frame.

“I do.” He flips the paper and reads the back, chuckling to himself at the sentences written down.

“Then what are you grading? They were due Wednesday.” You walked over to him and looked over his shoulder, huffing when you realize the papers were being covered by his frame. You waited a second to see if he even realize you were next to him before calling out his name again. “Alex?”

He looked up to the door only to jump back in surprise to see you standing next to him with an annoyed look. “Yeah?”

“If you don’t answer me properly, I will leave you here and decorate our place on my own—" You try to speak again when he looks down at the paper again, making you smack his shoulder with the back of your hand. “Alex Nilsen!”

Alex jumped again and packed away the papers into his messenger bag, standing to pull on his winter coat. “Sorry, done, I’m done.”

“You’re incorrigible.” You cross your arms and stare at him with an unimpressed look. As you watched the sun begin it's descent down, you didn't realize Alex took the opportunity to sneak behind you and press a kiss to your cheek. "Hey!” You whip your head around and send him a startled look before it softened into a joking pout. “That’s unfair. You didn’t even tell me what you were looking at.”

Alex hummed and let you rest your head on his shoulder, swaying side to side softly. “If you really want to know, I was reading letters my students wrote to you.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes properly. “To me?”

“Yes, you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek again and smiled when you gingerly rested your forehead on his cheek. “They love when you come and visit me in the middle of class.” Alex nudged you softly. “Well, that and I stop teaching to talk to you.”

“Surprised you haven’t gotten fired for that yet, Nilsen.” You joke and squeal when he spins you around so your chest was against his, both of you wearing bright smiles.

“Maybe because I’m one of the best English teachers here.” Alex tilted his head to the side and sat down on his desk, letting you slot yourself between his legs. When you scrunched your nose at his comment, he sent you a confused look. “What?”

You shrug and you run your fingers through his hair, the small brown curls soft under your palms. “You have too big of an ego already for me to say.”

“Now you have to tell me.” He took your free hand and traced the lines adorning your palm. He waited for you to say anything, but when you didn’t speak and chose to continue running your fingers through his hair, he became impatient. “Come on.”

“I was going to say that you aren’t wrong. You’re one of the best English teachers in Linfield, Ohio.” You murmured and instantly regretted it when you say his eyes light up and a smirk grace his face. “Alex—“

“Oh, my ego just grew by a million.” He kissed the back of your hand.

“Shut up, I was being nice.” You complain and cover your face before realizing why all his students wrote you letters. “Besides, most of your kids do theater. They all come back to me at the end of the day.”

Alex pauses his teasing, thinking about his roster. “Holy shit, you’re right.”

You laugh softly and move to sit beside him on the desk, lacing your hand with his. You rest your head on his shoulder once more, squeezing his hand before you hear he speak in a much softer, loving tone.

“That may be why they love you so much,” Alex started and thumbed your hand, his warm smile reaching his eyes, crinkling their corners. “But never as much as I love you.”

You perch your chin on his shoulder and smile, blush coating your cheeks “You’re such a sap.”

“That loves you.” He turned his head and pecked your lips over and over and over until you put your hand on his mouth to stop him.

Your eyes brighten with so much love, your smile true to every word you uttered. “Love you too, Nilsen.”

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[bonefall]

I was thinking about your tags, and while I understand the caution, it feels like it would still be a stretch to baseline equate common traits among the clans with eugenics. I know that humans can rly quickly go from everyone has biological differences = there are innate qualities that are "good" and "bad", and there's a quality of fascism in that, but when the clans are fairly isolationist, it seems like it'd be natural for there to be trends among its members.

this is also just me prompting for your thoughts on biology and politics surrounding that, since i appreciate your thoughts on fascism in warriors overall.

I think you're missing a piece in your takeaway that I'm more conscious of-- it's not that I'm wary of population genetics and natural trends; it's that the Clans have an obsession with "blood purity" paired with that.

When you introduce "subspecies" Clans to that, cats who are truly biologically suited to a particular environment, you are inevitably narratively connecting the rhetoric to this worldbuilding fact. Unless you're going to massively overhaul the theme and setting of Warrior Cats, to me it's like looking at xenophobic characters that say "mingling with out-groups is bad" and announcing, "I AM GOING TO GIVE THEM PHRENOLOGY BUT REAL."

Even canon is wise enough to not do this-- Graystripe shows in TPB that it's the oily diet that makes RiverClan's fur so water-resistant. WindClan's lanky legs never get more extreme than a general population trend; enough Clans have skinny warriors that you wouldn't "clock" mixed cats like Jayfeather and his siblings.

But in making those Clan differences MEGA extreme, suddenly, you have taken the irrational social bigotry and turned it into a potentially legitimate practical concern about adeptness in an environment. Not just against an individual, but against that individual's population.

As an example of what I mean, imagine if RiverClan had special, extreme adaptations to living in water. Let's say they're webbed-foot cats who can close their orifices like seals and their coat is twice as thick to keep the water out.

Outcrossing to another Clan means hybrid kittens display the opposite of hybrid vigor-- hybrid depression.

Without webbed feet, other cats are always slower swimmers than their counterparts

Hybrids have thinner fur, making them lose heat in cold water much faster, requiring them to eat more to stay healthy or get sick more often.

They may not have the same muscles to close their orifices, meaning they're more likely to damage their senses by swimming in dirty water.

You can reduce disadvantages with accessibility technology in a more advanced setting like BB, but... they are still born significantly disadvantaged, compared to a ""pure blood"" RiverClan cat.

Doing this also says something you might not have realized you've said at all; Your population is proof of evolutionary pressure. Highly specialized genetics like this (not just trends but HIGHLY specialized) implies there's been something preventing the genetics of other Clans from intermixing with RiverClan.

Which has two implications;

The hypothetical RiverClan cats achieved a positive goal by self-inflicting a selective breeding program onto themselves. (...eugenics. that's eugenics.)

The hypothetical RiverClan environment is so harsh and demanding that it will naturally, swiftly eliminate unfit phenotypes. (The river totally cancels out any secret outcrossing)

(as a side note, ppl tend to misunderstand evolution. Darwin wasn't totally right with "survival of the fittest," I prefer Bill Nye's description of "survival of the good enough." But that's a topic for another time)

Either way, I find those implications DEEPLY unfitting for BB. This is a project which has major themes of exploring bigotry, showcasing its irrationality and digging into how it's perpetuated and exploited in spite of that.

I think BB's themes have a better clarity of purpose if the physical differences between Clans are kept subtle. Never more extreme than what you'd see between ethnic groups-- with frequent reminders about how culture, environment, and politics shape behaviors more than genetics do.

Don't misunderstand me-- I'm not saying that every setting with physical differences between races/sapient species is doomed to this. I actually have good things to say about certain artworks that lean into it (Steven Universe, Beastars, Oren's Forge). I'm saying this specifically about WC and my work within that context.

If you're curious though, I actually have a loose set of "rules" in my head to try and keep my Clans' population differences within my own critiques! I've given a lot more thought to this than I've shared.

There are no "unique" Clan mutations, any trait could appear within any hypothetical kitten.

It's a matter of prevalence. ThunderClan is like 80% Sweetness Tolerant and the other clans are between like 15% - 60%. It's not a sign your mate cheated on you if your kitten likes honey.

But it is something that an accusation can be based on, if your mate is insecure or the Clan's politics are going sour. A "pedigree" RiverClan cat could still have a mane, and it can get used against them.

Some traits do help or hinder ability slightly (ex; thick tails making RiverClan cats better at steering in water), but typically not significantly. I Just Keep It Reasonable.

Most importantly, I just make an effort to have most traits be based on social behavior. Reflect enough and eventually you sorta train your brain to think differently. As a bonus, it helps with cultural worldbuilding.

Related: If you found this insightful, I also dove into fascism and TigerClan in a way that's relevant to this.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Having To Patch Soshiro Up After A Kaiju Attack

Soshiro Hoshina X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, injuries, mentions of death, teasing, and kaiju remains

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) I am enjoying the Kaiju No. 8 anime immensely and it's giving me all sorts of ideas to write! I have several more Kafka ones in my drafts and I want to write more for several other of the male characters. So keep an eye out I may write your favorite dude! I'm also thinking about opening my requests back up in case anyone has any Kaiju No. 8 requests, even though my drafts are insanely full. We'll just see but until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The suits made by Izumo Tech were a marvel of innovation and technology. Designed to give the members of Japan's fiercest warriors; The Defense Force, a fighting chance against the Kaiju that plagued their country. But still the warriors were only human no matter how amazing the suit.

Your booted feet thundered against the broken asphalt, breath heaving in pants as you raced across the now quiet battlefield. Just seconds ago it was Hell on Earth as you and your fellow soldiers fought for your very lives. But now Kaiju matter was splattered against everything. It was going to be quite the mess for whatever cleaning crew was open to do the dirty job. The attacks had become more frequent here lately, that the few companies that specialized in Kaiju clean up were becoming overwhelmed to get the different attack sights back to some semblance of normalcy for the citizens. But even that problem was far back from your mind. Only one person had you running so hard after fighting so intensely. Soshiro had gone silent after dispatching some of the smaller ones with his blades. You knew he had sustained injuries, but for him to go quiet, it wasn't a good sign. There was closer Third Division officers nearby but you knew with whatever stamina you had left you could make it. Your worries taking over any rational thought in your mind.

Konomi echoed in your ear, leading you straight towards Soshiro's location. Her frantic directions wasn't doing much to calm your nerves, but as an officer you couldn't let your anxiety show.

"Just around this corner," Konomi said. You thanked her turning down your communication device as you skidded around a pile of rubble. There leaned up against what remained of a wall was Soshiro. He held his side, eyes closed, and protective mask discarded at his side. Though winded and exhausted from the long race here, you gripped your rifle tighter the sling hitting your neck and tangling in the wild strands of hair that had broken free. Blood coated Soshiro's face and the fact that he wasn't responding to footsteps coming closer was more than concerning. Fear was beginning to grip your heart, when you finally got at his side.

"Two cracked ribs and significant blood loss," Konomi's sudden voice through the comm caused you to jump. "He's not critical just yet but I do have the medics on route to your location."

"I can staunch the blood flow," you replied. "I'll try to get him conscious again too."

"Good idea. I'll keep monitoring his vitals and let you know if anything changes."

"Copy."

Unslinging the rifle from your neck, you set it close by in case any threats remained. You removed the small med pack from your belt and got to work. Tapping at his cheek, you started working on getting Soshiro awake. Several moments went by and it wasn't until you put pressure on one of his worse wounds did he finally groan.

"Vice Captain," you continued to pat his cheek. "Vice Captain Hoshina! Soshiro wake up!"

He stirred, bleary eyes blinking against the bright sunlight before his gaze finally found you.

"Welcome back to the land of the living sir," you sighed in relief.

"So I died," he groaned. "And here I thought I was immortal."

"Well you didn't die but you do have a long road to recovery. You're pretty banged up and look terrible. The Kaiju Captain blew to smithereens looks better than you."

"Officer (L/N)," Soshiro groaned more as you wrapped several wounds tightly in gauze, "did anyone ever tell you that your bedside manner is garbage?"

"We're out on the battlefield and you're not laying on a bed sir," you grinned before going back to placing pressure on a wound that was too large for bandages. "Beside manners don't exist out here."

"Fieldside manner then," he glared. "And if you press any tighter to my side you're going to stab my lungs with my ribs."

"That's not me. That would be your suit keeping you from jostling your cracked ribs."

"(Y/N)! Vice-Captain Hoshina's vitals seem to be stabilizing more. Medics are inbound and will be there shortly," Konomi updated you and you acknowledged her.

"You had me worried Soshiro," you sniffed, hands stained with his blood. You had turned your comm off so you could talk with him in private for just a moment. You both didn't have long anyway with the evac team so close by.

"Sorry," he grimaced. Righting himself up more he wrapped one arm around your neck and pulled you in tight. "I'm sorry I worried you so much. I take risks but this time my decision wasn't the right one."

You held him as best as you could without hurting him further, "I'm just so glad you're okay!"

You hated crying but the relief you felt, had you breaking down in seconds. Soshiro wasn't used to seeing you cry and it broke his heart. Always the strong soldier, you couldn't help yourself around him as you wanted him by your side forever.

"You're not hurt are you," Soshiro asked as he stroked the back of your hair.

"No." You breathed deep, calming yourself and wiped your eyes. "Does that mean that I have surpassed the great Soshiro Hoshina in skills?"

"Absolutely not. We both know that my blade skills leave everyone else in the dust," he scoffed.

"Yeah but I didn't decide to use my ribs to stop a kaiju punch."

"Shut up."

You laughed kissing his forehead quickly, as it was the only place not covered in blood, as the boots of the medics came closer.

"I'm glad you're okay," you whispered. Soshiro couldn't answer as he was suddenly surrounded by several medical officers. He nodded towards you as you picked your rifle back up and started to go join the other members of the Third Division. The battle wasn't over just yet as you needed to look for more survivors. But you felt the burden lift from your shoulders knowing that the man you loved was going to be okay and was in capable hands. The fight with the kaiju continued on but if you stayed by Hoshiro's side you felt like you both could make the world a better place together.

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Gentle-Fellow's

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You, Spencer and your fellow cast mates Angela and Shayne all star in yet another Don't Win Mario Party, Gentlemen addition!

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, part social media au, use of dated terms as comedy, swearing, smoking, fluff, attempt at humour, cute.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,463

─ · · A/N: thank you so much for the ask, anon! sorry it took so long, had to brainstorm some jokes and scenarios but it was a load of fun! 😄

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"Oi! 'ello Chaps, I'm here with my fellow gentle-lads and t'day we'll be playing some good old fashion mario party, just how I like my liquor-" you began to intro to the camera before Spencer was slapping you gently on the shoulder, his body acting out more impact than you actually received but you still fell off the couch for comedic benefit as he put his shoes up on your supposed 'corpse' in good taste.

"Well enough with what that fellow was going on about, I must say we shall play. This game is better suited for a trio rather than a quartet- the same philosophy can also be said for working in the navy. Was much better to night-watch with a trio-"

"Ah yes, I do believe three-and-some is an adequate amount. I have yet to try four but it sounds you would not recommend?" Shayne leans forwards on the couch to fully face Spencer who adjusts his tophat while looking down at you, silently asking if you were okay while laying down off camera. You shot him a smile upwards, rolling over and returning back to the couch.

"Yes, I would not recommend such activities. Too many men with not enough places to go and scope out. Much better to have three, did you not serve to learn this?" Spencer asks with a tilt to his head, his top hat already falling off again as you hold back a chuckle to his playful glare in your direction.

"I in fact did serve! I was a leader, and I good one at that too. Took my whole group to one of the colonies, we had to strip ourselves of layers from how humid the climate was," Shayne clarified, pretending to light his cigar as Spencer lit his own, passing his lighter towards you.

"Thank you, gentleman," you responded, lighting your two cigarettes, wearing them like vampire fangs that had Angela near tears at the end of the couch. "I do remember being down to my undergarments at multiple points with my men, I'll have you know we were all in position within the ama-zone. Quite the discoveries we made there, so uncivilized."

"AYE!" Angela corrected, pointing a finger, her moustache slipping down her face, "I'll have you know my third mistress is from those parts, and she is the best. You mustn't make such hastily claims gentlemen, it is unbecoming of you!"

You nod your head, "yes, yes, very unbecoming. What are we? Boys like our sons? I can't remember the last time I had ashes in my lungs with that child's work," you continue as Angela agrees with a huff, the game seemingly long forgotten as you all carry through conversation, trying your darnedest not to break character.

"Ah yes, I think I have a son or two, I can't quite remember. I think to name them all William, a strong English name," Shanye comments once you all get... gently reminded to play the game you intro-ed over half an hour ago, you hoped that the editors would be able to find something distinguishable in these files.

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"I do believe it is your turn, gentleman," Spencer comments, casting you a wink. "My, I have seen to misplaced that powered-device. Does anyone see it?" Everyone starts to feel around the dips in the couch, Spencer was the first to stand, walking closer to the cameras from where you rolled to during the introduction bit and comes back with your controller, dipping it towards you with a bow.

"Thank you, my, you must be quite the bachelor, charming a fellow like me, oh my," you add with heated cheeks as Spencer returns to your side, his leg nocking against your own as you shout out in disbelief to obtaining a star you DID NOT want. "This is outrageous, I demand a re-play of my turn! I did not intend-"

"We must play by the rules," Shayne cuts you off, tilting his hat down as you stick out your tongue. Angela is focused on not winning the next mini game as you and Shayne continue your staring contest in the following two rounds before you claim victory. "Haha! I have trained with only the best, you can read a lot about another man through his eyes. Have you been hunting before? I love that wild look." Spencer jumps to respond.

"Yes, I must say, you really can tell a lot..." and in that moment you both look at one another. Shayne and Angela are both screaming over something on the screen but you both sound it out, lost in this little moment before realizing your both won... or well lost.

"It appear we have lost," Spencer says, emitting a sigh. "No, I would say we have won," you tease loving the way his cheeks heat up to his ears before you both return to the game more driven then ever to not win.

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Jokes have you all toppling the couch at some point from your rambunctious laughter, Angela is struggling to breathe through her sentence much similar to you over just how funny Spencer manages to be wearing sweatpants and a cheap half tux.

Spencer immediately went to protect your head with his arm as you all fell backwards with a large crash, the crew all gasped out in shock before your laughter only grew more boisterous. "I think I hear a little man again," Shayne comments, forcing himself upright to look over the couch as stars begun to be distributed.

Like snipers at position you all kneeled, your eyes only visible from the turned over couch. Top hats giving away your cover and you had placed second, falling back to the ground in fake shock and relief. Spencer teased mouth to mouth that had you pressing a hand to his mouth and narrowed your eyes at his large ones filled with glee and adoration.

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Angela had lost in the end in first place. you second place. Shayne in third and Spencer being the ultimate winner in fourth.

"FUCK!" and the video ended abruptly to quickly cute to her wearing a dog cone while trying to light a cigarette, only for them to keep collecting down by her neck.

"Thank you all for viewing our game time today, I have had the most splendid time today with you chaps, as I hope you all have ventured the same?" Shayne asks the now upright couch and cast.

"Yes, I was quite filled with delight," you replied, nodding your head and tipping your hat to everyone on the sofa.

"I do agree with my fellow gentleman, here" Spencer replies, clapping you on the wrist this time, very much close to holding your hand, your fingers interlacing while watching Angelas 'winning' speech.

"I hate you all-"

"Why that id not very gentlemanly of you, do you wish to handle these matters outside in more space for our thoughts?" Shayne rebuttles.

"Yes, I rather have a few thoughts to show you," Angela challenged, brow raised as she begins to roll up her sleeves, Shayne doing the same. Alex closes the video by panning upwards and the screen fades to black.

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Gentleman's Rules: Don't Win Mario Party (Again!)

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username01 (name) and Spencer out here being the cutest even while cosplaying as colonizers, iconic behaviour you two!

username88 09:45 "Ah yes, I do believe three-and-some is an adequate amount" - Shayne Topp 2024

↳ username70 OMG why did I not catch this earlier LMAO 🤣 ↳ username91 or what about 20:01 " What are we? Boys like our sons? I can't remember the last time I had ashes in my lungs with that child's work..." - (name) was UNREAL for sayin' this XD ↳ username70 OMG YES! 🙌😂

username22 I don't know about you but I'm feeling like I'm ready for a whole series of just this cast and just this game. I have had this video and repeat since it's come out! Please. Make. More. 🙏

username14 Literally so in love with how gentle Spencer was being with (name), dropping the persona to held them find their controller and even making sure they didn't fall hard?? 😭

↳ username91 and did anyone notice those little winks? UGH 😩

username40 this is not good material to be eating to, almost choked from laughing so hard, would not recommend.

userame66 That little exchange about seeing into one another's eyes was so poetic, like that bit did not need to go that hard 💗

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This Week in BL - Lots of lovely kisses & an unwarranted upset in the standings

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Oct 2024 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 2 of 16 - Yes yes J&J should be first but I am weak in the face of, well, frankly this man's face:

Pond = greatest piner in a dog’s age. The yearning in that boy’s eyes is obscene, it’s like the most explicit sex that only he can see and we’re just voyeurs.

Thus I continue to adore this stupid show and everything it stands for. No notes. May the fluff continue eternal.

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - Everyone is so skilled in this show, but War is truly glorious. Considering the pacing, I think we are probably in for some long periods of darkness, suffering, and pain soon. I’m not mad about that prospect, it’s earned and foreshadowed, I just thought I’d lay it out there.

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 6 of 12 - More boys from GMMTV with good communication. Who knew? Min has SUCH a white knight complex. NO SINGING. Good demanding kiss, though. Well, Ohm can handle anything. 

Meanwhile, this really is a bodyguard romance under another name. And I kinda wanna rewatch Never Let Me Go as a result.

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 4 of 15 - Earn remains best boy and my favorite character. Phun is v jelly, as he should be. AND I like Ohm & N'Mik better in this version. I still prefer the original leads, but I’m enjoying this enough. 

I had no idea how much I missed Gunsmile! It’s so nice to see him on my screen again.

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 12 fin - I hate Diew’s mom. Hate her. So much. She may be my least favorite mom ever in BL. That’s saying a lot. No I don’t think she was redeemed. 

Conclusion

Adapted from the novel Godzilla Next Door by Jiwinil about an introvert who lives mostly in his room, until a loud annoying extrovert moves in next door. This was one of my top picks for 2024 and I’m delighted to say it satisfied expectations. A charmingly serene story of opposites attract, that featured good communication, patience, and genuine affection used to build a solid relationship.(I’m particularly delighted that our musician is a drummer and I don’t have to listen to him sing.) Yes it’s a tad slow but it’s very earnest and leans into the kind of sweetness that Thai BL does best. Doesn’t hurt that this starred an actor (Big) that many of us have been hoping would get a lead for years. I was pleased and comforted. This is not a kind of BL that suits everybody, but it suited me admirably. 8/10 

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 10 of 12 - Ozone and the Ice Prince (name still unknown) did their little dance. What an earnest and romantic confession from our Icy man. I literally said “no no no just kiss, no foreheads.” And it was a great crying kiss, my favorite. Honestly, that amount of emotion hadn’t been earned by this pair, but I don’t mind. I could watch a whole show just about them. Also woah! Major nekid on YT?

Thailand......

Risking demonetization for arse…...

I guess we’ve all been there. 

Where was I?

I’m happy with this episode since it was mostly my side couple. But the distribution of main couple and side couple and the focus of each episode is wildly erratic with this show. It’s very odd. (And let's be clear we ordered errotic not erratic.)

Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Jade and Chin have lived over a thousand lifetimes. In each one they somehow manage to fall in love with each other. (This pair, TopMick was piloted in a My Universe ep, that was one of the only ones I liked.) Soulmate premise is a mix of Color Rush and La Pluie. Frankly, this isn’t as good as either, but it’s enjoyable in a slow cheerful way. Especially if you like this particular set of tropes. It’s quietly lovely and I like the leads. Sunshine is very very sunshine and our tsundere is a grumpy mysterious nerd. Trigger for domestic abuse. It looks like each episode is gonna be a completely different meet cute with the same pairing. It’s more linked vignettes than any overarching story. So if you don’t like this pair, you won’t like this series.

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 9 of 10 - More sports day. (Everybody’s doing sports days right now.) Random sides kissing. Where did the glasses person come from? Was he introduced and I forgot about it? Oh that’s the evil cousin! Okay… anygay. Sides randomly flip-flop who they like and I don’t know what the fuck is going on. This show. I swear. Ooo caught kissing. And… killed? What a mind fuck of a soap opera. Honestly, I’m fine if he’s dead, I don’t care at this point I just feel jerked around. 

For some reason no eng sub for me for the first half. So I watched with Spanish subs (which is about as good as my Thai, only for different words). What a wild experience.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh dear. I just can’t imagine ever rooting for this couple. Which means… Why am I watching this? 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) eps 1-2 of 7 - Oh I love it. Casual flirty westernized-style boss. Reserved reluctant cutie (yes we’ve seen the actor before). Is it disgusting workplace harassment? Oh most certainly. Do I enjoy it anyway? Yep, I’m warped. No defense, but at least it’s something from Korea. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 3 of ? - I like the lead being bullied and pushed to his limit thus turning into a psychopath. It’s gonna be a fun ride if it really goes Devil Judge just teens and actually gay. I wonder if it has the strength of its convictions? 

Our Golden Times (Hong Kong YT) 5 fin? - I guess that is the reunion? What an odd little piece. I’m not entirely sure what I feel about it except that this feels more BL than anything Hong Kong has given us so far (which isn't much). The subs are truly terrible. Since I speak absolutely zero Cantonese I can’t really fix them in my brain. I thought this was the final ep but then a teaser for ep 6 dropped so I we have at least one more. 

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - It was a nice, if entirely unearned reunion. And the leads do kiss beautifully. Trust Taiwan. I am so glad that Orca is back! There was even a little language play flip-flopping just for me. Very cute. Also GREAT kissing. How long have we been waiting for Thailand and Taiwan to kiss? 

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 1-2 of 12 - Silkwood’s 2nd Thai/Korean colab. This has been in production since 2022 which is a LONG time in the BL world (worrying). But I like the concept: friends of 10 years who’ve been hiding feelings for each other enter the same university. Plus MURDER. Stars Yoon Jun Won (The Man BLK) and Thai actor Save Saisawat (Ai Long Nhai). I begin to think every The Man BLK member will eventually lead out a BL at this point.

It’s enjoyable in a weird way. Grumpy (hottie with a crush) + sunshine (captain oblivious). I gotta say, since this is the second relationship dual lingo style in our BL rn that it’s ALWAYS weird if the other half doesn't occasionally code switch languages, especially for specific words. In other words, the Korean dude is supposed to at least understand Thai, occasionally he’s should use a Thai world to get a point across. And the Thai dude is there to STUDY KOREAN, he should be slipping in and out of Korean regularly. Bah. 

It's airing but...

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 5 of 10 eps - I never managed to get hold of ep 5. Frankly, it’s going to Netflix (I don’t subscribe) so I might not finish this out of sheer laziness. 

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Gangster and His Boyfriend (Korea ????) 8 eps? - was supposed to air 10/10 Kim Dong Bin (famous trainee & idol reality competitor, yeah that happens) stars as a fallen idol who unexpectedly becomes entangled in a gangster family. Discovers that his friend’s father is responsible for the murder of his entire family years ago. I don't know much about this one, neither does anyone else and I'm not sure where I got that release date so……

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Still Coming Oct 2024:

10/17 Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Korea Thurs Gaga) 8 eps - High school student Do Hoe lives with his violent and brutal father who runs a Taekwondo gym in a rural area. One day, cheerful Ju Young arrives, he dreams of going to college for Taekwondo. Joy begins to fill Do Hoe's dark life. An unexpected incident forces them apart, they reunite ten years later.

10/21 Love in the Big City (Korea ????) 8 eps - Okay, this is both a movie (already out) and a series. Neither one is likely BL and I can't imagine it will end happily. I'm giving both a pass but here's your synopsis.

Cynical fun loving student Young pinballs from home, to class, to on night stands. He and Jaehee, his female besie and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju and hookups.

10/23 See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga & Viki) 10 eps? - Zi Xiong, a third-generation heir, attempting to flee from taking over their family business, meets and falls in love with Shao Peng, who works as a hearing-impaired nurse. From the same production house as Kiseki Dear To Me in partnership with Shinehouse Theatre, funded by Taiwan’s BIGART + Japan's Rakuten (Viki). Show includes Lin Chia Yo (Be Loved in House: I Do). Director Chiang Ping Chen’s childhood experiences with his deaf uncle have inspired the drama.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Addicted Heroin

Incidentally he didn’t ask to “be with Ter” he asked if he could flirt/court him. jeeb doesn’t really have a direct translation, but it isn’t “be with.” 

Fourever You

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

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All In 12

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: I'm tryna rotate as much as possible.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

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Her name is Margot. She’s talkative but kind. She guides you through everything with patience. Tells you when to close your eyes and look up, how to hold your head, when to pucker your lips. She even explains exactly what she’s doing and why she’s doing it. Despite her demeanour, you still feel utterly stupid. Rather, you feel inadequate. 

Another woman shows up shortly after, as a brush traces the line of your cheek. She introduces herself as Darla, she has a whole rack of dresses lined up for you. Another inward cringe threatens to compress your lungs. 

As Darla presents you with options, you find it hard to breathe. It’s all so overwhelming, especially as a third woman, Erica, appears to do your hair, and a fourth, Nia, to tend to your nails. You could faint as you’re pushed, pulled, and prodded from all sides. 

“I like the red,” Margot suggests as you hem and haw.  

The dresses are all nice but you don’t even know what you’re picking it for. Honestly, none of them suit you. Too much skin for your liking. Not that that stays much; your comfort is jeans and baggy tees.  

Erika hums, “what about the teal, lovey? I do think you’d look marvelous with those cutouts.” 

“Yes, it is a pretty colour. You have the complexion for it,” Darla remarks. 

They’re all so nice but there’s something pitying in their voices. You feel like a child. You don’t belong here. You especially don’t belong with Bucky, apparently, he knows that too. Why else would he have these women plucking and picking at you? 

Margot finishes and brings you a mirror. As you see yourself, you blanch. It’s not bad. In fact, she’s done better than you could ever manage but you don’t look like yourself. You don’t feel like yourself. If he wants you to be someone else, you don’t think you can do that. 

You feel yourself shrinking. Your shoulders slump and you wilt, stuttering but unable to say a word. Margot touches your shoulder. 

“What is it? Hon, have I done something wrong?” 

“No, no,” you croak and bring your hands to your throat, “it’s nice. Really nice but... I need some air.” 

“Of course, Darl, Nia,” she shoos away the stylist pinning your hair, “let her up.” 

The women back off and the fourth watches you from the rack, still holding a sparkly black get-up. You search the room and swiftly head for the door. You let yourself into the hall, fanning yourself with your half-done acrylics. You’re happy at least they aren’t long. 

You pace back and forth, watching your feet pass over the pattern of the hotel carpet. You can run. You could just leave right now. The thought only makes your stomach hurt. No, you can’t. Not after he’s gone to all this trouble. You’d hate to seem ungrateful. 

You continue your incessant laps back and forth outside the door. You hear footfalls from around the corner and pause. You should go back in before someone sees you. You grab the handle. Shoot, it’s locked. You wiggle it as a shadow appears at the end of the hall. You gulp and peer down. 

It’s him. You lean on the door and face Bucky. He wears a dark blue jacket over a black shirt and black pants. There’s patterning sewn into his jacket, subtle spirals all around. His dark hair his combed back to the ends flip out behind his ears and his dark beard glints with silver strands, a patch more obvious on his chin. He’s strikingly handsome. So much so, you can’t understand why you’re there. 

His brows form a vee as he nears and he tilts his head, a tick in his cheek, “what’s going on, doll?” 

“Um, just... locked out,” you turn the handle again to emphasize your point. 

“No, what’s....” he looks at you and gestures up and down with his hand, “no, this won’t do.” 

You blink and pout. After all that and you’re not good enough. He raps on the door with his knuckles and there’s some scuffing from inside before Margot opens it. She steps back to let you in and greets Bucky by name. 

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he urges you ahead of him, his hand firmly around your arm, “it’s too much. She doesn’t need all this. I told you, just a little enhancement. I don’t want her looking like a Barbie.” 

“Sorry, sir, it’s... standard.” 

“Doll,” he stops you with him as he plants himself near the racks of dresses. The women watch him anxiously. “What do you think? The make up; you like it?” 

You peer around and stare at Margot. She worked so hard and it isn’t that it’s bad work. She made you look gorgeous but you just don’t like all the layers. You slant your mouth one way then the other. 

“Be honest,” he insists. 

“I... It’s pretty but a bit... heavy?” You eke out. 

“I agree,” he lets you go, “I appreciate the hard work, Marg, but I want to see her natural beauty shining. And these dresses...” he turns, “these aren’t right. I said light. I said... Mm, no. Doll, what’s your favourite colour?” 

He faces you as you stand in shock. You feel horrible that he’s reproaching them like this. They’ve done all this for you and he’s just going down a list of everything wrong. 

“Erm, purple, I guess but--” 

“Darla, get her something purple. Lavender? Lilac?” He looks at you for confirmation and you just nod. You won’t correct him. “Erica, finish her hair, something a bit less... stuffy. Margot, clean her face up. Nia, the nails are looking good.” He turns to you and takes you by the shoulders, “and you, all you gotta do is be your cute little self, alright?” 

You gulp and nod. You don’t know what to say. He saves you from a response as he brings his hand up under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and your cheeks flame at the awareness of your audience. He pulls back and caresses your cheek before parts completely. 

He checks his watch, “don’t got all night.” 

He marches off, leaving you dumbfounded. He’s like a hurricane, coming in and blowing everything out of sorts. You look around guiltily. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Margot assures with a smile, “come, let’s get you fixed up, dahling.” 

She beckons you over and sits you back down. You give your hand back to Nia to finish the manicure as Erica once more goes to work on your hair. You stare at the wall and let out a nervous sigh. 

“That’s cute,” Margot says, “the way he looks at you.” 

“Hm, yeah,” Erica agrees, “he definitely has the eyes for ya.” 

You close your eyes as Margot gently wipes away the make up with a cool cloth from a package. You shrug, trying not to move too much, “he’s nice. He... did all this. Just for me. I... I didn’t ask for it. I’m sorry he didn’t like it.” 

“No, baby,” Nia says, “this isn’t about us. It’s about you. What do you like?” 

You open your eyes again and frown. That’s a good question. You lower your gaze to your lap and exhale heavily. 

“I’m figuring it out,” you murmur, “I don’t... I don’t get out much.” 

“Oh, this must be so exciting for you,” Erica trills, “oh, how fun.” 

“I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” Nia adds, “don’t be nervous. Just enjoy yourself.” 

“Can’t be that hard,” Margot clucks, “on a handsome man’s arm, pretty as a bow,” she cleans her brushes as she talks, “it’ll be a great night. I’m thinking...” she peruses her chest of makeup, “natural tones. A dewy look. Natural, subtle.” 

“Okay, uh, yeah,” you agree, “that sounds nice.” 

“Hmmph,” Erica hums, “she’s a sweetie, isn’t she, ladies?” 

“Nicer than the last one,” Nia cackles. 

You stiffen and shift in the chair. You look at the nail tech then Margot as she compares a tube to your face and shakes her head. You push your lip against your teeth and let it flick out. 

“Last one?” You whisper. 

The women share a look and smile, “well, Mr. Barnes is notorious. Surely, you know.” 

“Oh,” you think of the headlines you scrolled through online, “well, yes, I know. I guess... I didn’t catch what you meant.” 

“Enjoy it. I’m sure you’ll get a few pretty baubles out of it,” Nia says, “and some memories to long for when you’re old like us.” 

“Old,” Margot scoffs, “speak for yourself.” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I know. I’m just... another girl.” 

“Oh, dahling,” Margot intones, “but he seems really fond of you, doesn’t he? Maybe he’ll keep ya around a bit longer, eh?” 

You just sit there. You knew better than to believe it was anything but the obvious but it’s still a hard pill to swallow. You stare blindly ahead as Margot remoisturizes your skin. 

“Didn’t mean to upset you,” Margot says. 

“I’m not, I just...” you swallow, “I’m nervous.” 

“Mm, nervous? Well, I think that’s what the bar is for. Erica, fetch some of that rose. She needs a glass, Stat.” 

Your mouth opens to protest but you think better of it. You’ve already caused them enough trouble. You thank them instead and try not to let your shame burn through. They know why you’re there and they’ve left no doubt in you of the same. 

“Make sure to pour me some too,” Margot chirps. 

🃏

You stop after one glass. It makes your inside bubbly and eases the tension just enough that you’re not jittering. You feel better but still not certain. 

The women confirm your fears. This isn’t going to last. It’s not like you didn’t expect as much but hearing it is all the more real. You’re going to have to come up with yet another lie to tell. This one will hurt the most because it will be at least halfway true; you’re still a loser. 

You’ll try to take their advice. You’ll enjoy this night; this once in a lifetime experience. You don’t think you’ll ever be in a casino again in your life. They’re not for you. All of this is just above you. It’s better suited to someone like your sister. You can’t help but wonder why it isn’t Roxie here. 

The clock ticks. Well, not truly. The digital numbers count down the minutes as you linger in the suite alone. The gaggle of women left only a few minutes ago but not without a promise that you’re happy. You are, at least with all they did for you. 

You approach the mirror, almost shying away from your own reflection. You look nice. You might even call yourself pretty. Your eyes look more brilliant with the subtle lining and the precisely coated lashes; not too heavy. And your lips, shiny but natural, your cheeks dewy with a hint of colour to them.  

And the dress. Lavender satin with crystals embedded in the fabric, lines of smaller ones interconnecting the larger stones. You turn and check your figure. You look grown up. It’s ridiculous to think but you do. The heels help, not too high but enough to define your legs. 

You turn and tear your gaze away from the mirror. You don’t want to be vain. Besides, you probably don’t look that good. You just look better than usual. The comparison is enough to skew your perception. 

As you teeter on the heels, waiting, for what, you don’t exactly know. You can surmise what it will all lead to. What he intends. You can’t deny it any longer. A man doesn’t do all this for altruistic mean and even you aren’t that pitiful. Well, you hope not. 

A knock at the door trips you up. Your heart lurches. You’re not ready. But it’s getting late and you know it’s inevitable. You can’t move or speak. You just stare towards the door. 

You hear it open. You blink a Bucky’s shadow appears on the carpet and he strides into your sight. Your eyes meet his and his blue irises sparkle as he sees you. He stops and put his hand to his chest. His forehead lines and he bites his lip. 

“Wow, doll,” he rasps breathily and slowly steps forward, “you look...” 

You press your hands to your sides and give a toothy expression, not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. Sweat speckles along your neck as his gaze bores into you. You’re even more self-conscious as he closes in. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur. 

“What don’t you know?” He asks as he reaches for you and takes your hand. He draws you near, “huh? Look at you, doll.” He purrs, “you look spectacular.” His other hand grazes down your side and he squeezes your hip as he holds you at arm’s length and ogles you, “mm, damn. You wanna know what I know?” 

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes, “what?” 

“That you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I’m a lucky man to have you walking the floor with me tonight,” he drops your hand and frames your other hip, drawing you to him, “I have half a mind to keep you up in this room.” 

You choke. Your lower lip trembles and you shake your head, “that’s nice but...” you look away. 

“But? You don’t believe me, doll? You think I’d lie?” He challenges. 

“N-no, I didn’t say—but--- before---” you sputter and put your hands on his forearms, “there were others and they were prettier.” 

“Doll, don’t worry about before. This is now. You aren’t them and I’m telling you, you are beautiful,” he trails his hand up and nudges your chin. You look at him again, your cheeks shaking as you try to smile. “Here.” 

He takes your hand, his eyes clinging to yours as he watches you. You can’t look away. Not this time. He leads your hand up his jacket and slips it beneath. He presses it to his chest. You feel the taut muscle beneath and something else. 

“You got my heart racing, doll,” he growls. “That ain’t a lie.” 

[odditycircus-2002]

Quan-Chi's Daughter Intros

A/N: Despite NO ONE asking for this. I decided to make these intros based on the reader from this request. Because of her backstory, my mind started concocting scenarios of her meeting certain characters besides her family. So, I hope y'all like this one.

Sub-Zero

Y/N genuinely: Even with your cryomancy, you have a warm soul.

Sub-Zero: Do not think it means I'll make this spar easier.

Y/N chuckles: I would be offended if you did.

/

Sub-Zero: Is it possible for you to restore Cyrax?

Y/N: Necromancy isn't my strongest suit, but I could try it for you, my friend.

Sub-Zero: That is all either Cyrax or I could ask for.

/

Y/N: How is D/N's training with your Lin Kuei faring?

Sub-Zero: She shows much promise but is reluctant to use her more demonic abilities.

Y/N: That's for the best ... for you AND D/N's sake.

/

Sub-Zero: You were there when Quan-chi remade Hanzo and Bi-Han into specters?

Y/N: I was, and while I could help Hanzo, I wish I could've done more for your brother.

Sub-Zero firmly: He is beyond saving, Y/N.

Night Wolf

Y/N: I still feel guilt for all my years working under Quan-chi.

Night Wolf: You’re not the only that harbors guilt for their past actions.

Y/N: Then we’re fortunate to have been enlightened before it was too late.

/

Night Wolf: Why are you so uneasy in my presence?

Y/N: Your Revenant was one of many that left his mark on me.

Night Wolf: I will do what I can to show, he is not who I really am.

/

Y/N: You allowed Hanzo to best you at the Tournament?

Night wolf: As you and I can both see, his path led to you and the revival of his clan.

Y/N sincerely: And for that, you have my gratitude.

/

Night wolf: Do not let your love for Hanzo become blinding.

Y/N: He opened my eyes to a world beyond the Netherrealm.

Night Wolf: I merely caution you to not mistake loyalty for blind obedience.

/

Johnny Cage

Y/N: You defeated Shinnok in Kombat?

Johnny Cage: Are you also going to say that's batshit insane?

Y/N: No, I wanted to thank you for doing so.

/

Johnny Cage: Man, you are hot as hell!

Y/N: That's because liquid fire runs through my veins.

Johnny Cage: Do you not know what flirting is?

/

Y/N: I'm sorry, but I'm happily married to Hanzo.

Johnny Cage: He's one lucky S.O.B to have tied the knot with such a hottie.

Y/N: I'm fortunate to have him in my life.

/

Johnny Cage: If you're a demon, where's your horns, fangs, and tail?

Y/N: I'm told my true face tends to intimidate humans.

Johnny Cage: It can't be as bad as Sonya waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

/

Raiden:

Y/N: As Dark Raiden, you frightened me.

Raiden: I can imagine many others share your sentiment.

Y/N: But not everyone could look at him, and could almost picture Shinnok in his place.

/

Raiden: Your daughter inherited your demonic abilities.

Y/N: I'm concerned about her losing control and doing something she'll regret.

Raiden: I trust you, and Scorpion trained her as well as you could.

/

Y/N: I may know how to keep Shinnok's amulet out of anyone's hands.

Raiden: What would be better than My Sky Temple?

Y/N: If you allow it, I would toss it into the Sea of Blood, far from anyone's reach.

/

Raiden: I wish to trust you, but it wasn't long ago that I saw you stand by your father.

Y/N: I left his side decades ago, and he then tried to have me killed.

Raiden: It's no surprise that Quan-chi doesn't value even his own family.

Spawn

Y/N: I left the Netherrealm for a good reason.

Spawn sympathetically: I'm afraid the Netherrealm is not through with you.

Y/N with a demonic reverb: It shall NEVER have me again!

/

Spawn: You remind me of someone I loved.

Y/N softly: Did you lose her?

Spawn: She's lost to me for all eternity.

/

Y/N: You were sent back to the mortal realm because you wanted to see your wife again?

Spawn: Just as you cut ties with your father and Hell to be with your husband.

Y/N: Now, we're both free to choose our destinies.

/

Spawn: You've escaped the Netherrealm while all its strongest fighters were after you?

Y/N: As my scars can attest, I almost didn't.

Spawn: You're lucky, then, that you didn't have to make a deal with the Devil to escape.

/

Noob Saibot

Y/N softly: I offer you mercy, Bi-Han.

Noob Saibot angrily: You think I need your pity?!?

Y/N: For you to be at peace, I have to free you of your shell.

/

Noob Saibot: You and your daughter fear the darkness within you.

Y/N: Shinnok and Raiden have shown me more than that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Noob Saibot: You are both fools for not embracing your true potential.

/

Y/N: Sareena still speaks highly of you, Bi-han.

Noob Saibot: I am NOT the one she speaks of anymore.

Y/N: I know, so she'll be relieved to have you gone.

/

Noob Saibot: You married the man who killed me?

Y/N: I did, but I know what Hanzo did to you was unjust and unwarranted.

Noob Saibot: Then I'll take your life as retribution for him taking mine.

/

Cetrion

Y/N: Were my prayers ever heard?

Cetrion: Even from the Netherrealm, I could hear a small girl's pleas for a better life, but I could not intervene.

Y/N lowly: Then you know why I am here...

/

Cetrion testily: You assisted your husband in killing your father.

Y/N angrily: Quan-chi has been dead to me long before Hanzo took his head.

Cetrion: It is not surprising that a demon has no remorse for their sin.

/

Y/N: What makes you worthy of my worship?

Cetrion: I know you seek salvation for your compliance with Quan-chi's schemes.

Y/N: I will not seek that from someone who is compliant with Kronika's plans.

/

Cetrion: Your love and appreciation for life is virtuous.

Y/N: Then why are you so determined to end all of it?

Cetrion: Not end it, Kronika will start anew to restore balance.

BONUS: Shinnok

Y/N: Why in the 10 hells would my daughter ever serve you?

Shinnok: Because of your husband, it is her birthright to take Quan-chi's place.

Y/N with demonic reverb: D/N will not be yours to control!

/

Shinnok: Quan-chi should have beaten you as a child.

Y/N: What makes you think he didn't already try his best to break me every other way?

Shinnok: Obviously, it wasn't enough.

/

Y/N: All you have ever taught me about Death is false.

Shinnok: Then I have but one more lesson to teach you.

Y/N growling: I am DONE with your lessons.

/

Shinnok: Quan-chi's little songbird.

Y/N: I am neither his nor your pet bird any longer!

Shinnok: You are nothing more than lamb to the slaughter.

[tetragonia]

Midnight Repair Shop

John "Bucky" Egan x Female!Mechanic!Reader

Blurb: In the middle of the night, accompanied with the choruses of men from the Officer’s pub afar, Bucky saw the hangar light was on. He peeked and found Jerry to his Tom—(Y/N), one of the mechanics whose side job apparently was to annoy him. It was that one time when Bucky and (Y/N) repaired not only the plane, but somehow their whole dynamics all these months.

warning: inaccuracies especially with the mechanical terms because I'm not used to them and just looked em up from the internet. also, maybe weird phrasing or grammatical incorrect since English is not my first language. pls let me know what I could do better <3

note: pure fluff and giggles, some arguments but all is good with our Bucky. this is my first mota fic out there and why shouldn't i choose our antic Bucky as the main character? ;) also, this is based on the portrayal of the actors from Masters of the Air. all respect to the veterans and family

words: 3160 (sorry!)

It was a sunny day as the sun was casting a golden hue over Thorpe Abbotts, the distant hum of aircraft engines signaled the approach of returning fighter planes. Among them was Major John Egan–”it’s just me, Bucky’s fine”–his B-17 streaking through the sky and leading the squadron. It was not an easy mission, but it was nothing they couldn’t handle. The route was clear and the enemy’s cover was minimum.

With steady hands, Bucky guided his aircraft toward the runway as his eyes scanned the horizon for any signs of trouble. The roar of the engine filled the cockpit as he made minute adjustments to his altitude and speed, preparing for the critical moment of touchdown.

As the wheels of his B-17 made contact with the tarmac, Bucky maneuvered and smoothly brought it to a stop with. The plane rolled to a halt, its engine purring contentedly as Bucky taxied toward the waiting ground crew.

You were one of the ground crews, a skilled mechanic around the base. People knew your work ethic and they damn respected you out of it. And that clearly gave some benefits around here.

“Back from another joyride, Major?”

You emphasized the rank as Bucky made his way out from the cockpit. His flight suit was slightly disheveled, his hair was a bit scruffy but his smile was as bright as the summer sun. Brady jumped out, his eyes scanned you and Bucky.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Capt,” you tilted your chin and raised your eyebrows slightly to acknowledge his presence.

“Joyride?” Bucky pulled your attention back at him. “More like a death-defying adventure, (Y/N). You know, I like to keep things exciting.”

“That ain’t exciting, bud,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “Let’s see what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”

You wasted no time inspecting the plane, your expert eye quickly picking up on any signs of damage. Still locking your eyes to the plane, you said, “I swear, Bucky, if next time you come back with another dent in your plane, I’m going to start charging you for the repairs. And trust me, it ain’t cheap.”

“Did you just threaten me?” he let out a dramatic gasp, putting his hand in front of his chest. “You know, I think I’m starting to rub off on you. After all, it truly takes a special kind of person to keep up with a pilot like me.”

Your hands ran through the plane’s body, bullet holes were scattered and some flak damages were tattooed to the metal skin. You suspected there were some engine reduction from the enemy’s fire, as well as control surface damage.

“You’re not the only one keeping me busy. I have plenty of other pilots crashing their planes too, creating these cute little bends and missing some rivets,” you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes again.

“You know, (Y/N), I’m starting to think you have a thing for me crashing. How else do you explain always being there to fix up my messes?” still in his dramatic tone, he raised an eyebrow at you.

You turned your head to him, trying to mimic his dramatic gasp earlied, “Oh my God! Weird thing is, I can’t imagine having this thing called a job! Have you ever heard of that?”

You lost count on rolling your eyes at him. He laughed faintly and started to walk away from you. 

“Hey, (Y/N), if I had a penny for every time you gave me that look of disapproval, I’d have enough to buy myself a damn new plane. One that doesn’t need fixing every time I fly it.”

“Spare your voice for the interrogation, Bucky, you’re just talking shit right now,” you said dismissively. You could hear his ragged breath from your place, that man clearly needed to at least have a good hot chow.

“Ouch, that stings.”

Despite your dismissive tone, you couldn’t help but to let a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

As the darkness draped itself over Thorpe Abbotts like a heavy cloak, the Officer's pub emerged as a sanctuary of warmth and light. The air was buzzing with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, faint laughters could be heard from afar. Bucky Egan was bathed in a warm, golden light from the row of lanterns that lined the walls. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling above him, their darkened surfaces reflecting the soft glow of the fire roaring in the hearth.

Around the room, Bucky found himself gathered at wooden tables with other airmen as the air was thick with the scent of pipe tobacco and the familiar aroma of alcohol, mingling with the lively strains of a piano being played in the corner.

“I don’t know, man. You seem pretty tipsy already,” Buck Cleven shook his head with a chuckle when Bucky offered to buy them another round of drinks. “I don’t want you stumbling into any trouble, you know.”

Hearing what his buddy said, Bucky laughed. “Me? Trouble? Com on, Buck, you know me better than that. I can handle myself just fine! Look at this.”

Bucky tried to jump from his seat to buy another round, but then he stumbled and let the men laugh as he landed in a weird position.

“Alright, alright,” he said, laughing with them too. He was just too damn charming to be ashamed, it’s alarming.

“No more drinks,” Bucky said, God knows to Buck or to himself.

“No more drinks,” Buck hummed the same chorus. Bucky laughed, shook his head faintly.

“I’m gonna head back,” he eventually reached a decision. “And I don’t want any of you to take me, feel like flying solo tonight. ‘Kay?”

“Sure, Bucky, whatever you want,” Brady laughed as he sipped his glass. With that, Bucky stumbled out into the cool night air, leaving the sounds of laughter and conversation that faded behind him. He took a deep breath, the crisp night air helped him clearing his muddled mind as he made his unsteady steps back to his barrack.

Humming sporadic notes from Bing Crosby, he noticed a faint flickering light shined through the windows from a hangar nearby with its door ajar. Curious, and perhaps a little tipsy, he decided to investigate.

Who the hell works at this hour, he thought to himself. With a curious tilt of his head, he veered off course, his feet guiding him toward the source of lights. Peeking a bit, he was greeted by the sight of your back, working on his plane.

Bucky sauntered in, his flight jacket slung over one shoulder, a cocky grin plastered across his face. He squinted against the sudden brightness, his eyes struggling to adjust to the harsh contrast after the darkness outside. Blinking rapidly, he stumbled forward, laughing at his own stupidity. And he might or might not realize that he always felt way more stupid around you, throwing all those flirts and banters like a loony.

“Hey there, (Y/N)! Patching up the old birds, are we?” Bucky slurred slightly. 

You turned your head at him, still on your workbench raising an eyebrow at Bucky’s disheveled appearance.

“Looks like someone had a bit too much to drink tonight,” you made a remark as you continued working gunning the rivets. “Too much liquid courage at the pub?”

Bucky chuckled, he leaned against a nearby box for support. “Liquid courage? More like liquid genius! But hey, I couldn’t resist the chance to see your pretty face before I hit the hay.”

Bucky grinned stupidly at your back as he heard you replied monotonously, “Oh lucky me. The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure.”

He laughed at your dry response, stepped in. “Nah, just needed a little pick-me-up after a long day of saving the world. You know how it is.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t suppress a smile at Bucky’s antics. You’ve gotten used to all that now, working side by side for a couple months.

“Yeah, yeah, the brave pilot routine. I’ve heard it all before. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got work to do.”

As Bucky watched you expertly finish tinkering the body, you couldn’t help but admire your skill and determination. God knows since when you had worked on his plane today!

He leaned against the nearby workbench, his grin widening. “It’s your touch that keeps her purring, (Y/N). Without you, she’d be just another hunk of metal gathering dust.”

You rolled your eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere, flyboy. You’re not fooling anyone with your smooth talk.”

“Hey, I’m just stating facts!”

“Yeah, and Hitler’s a good man. Now do me a favor, hand me the rivet gun over there,” you asked, tilting your head to the tool box.

Your hand brushed with his as he handed you the rivet gun. The wind suddenly swirled around the hangar and you shuddered at the chills down your spine. You took the gun swiftly and placed it over the exposed end of the rivet shaft. You securely fastened patches of those new aluminum sheets metal onto the wing, covering the bullet holes.

You’d been fixing the engine with Ken all day, finished just before the curfew. To clear your mind, you decided to fix the panels tonight as you asked Ken to get a hot chow. After some good arguments thrown from you, Ken gave up and walked away.

And here you were, in the hangar with the famous Bucky Egan. You’d been working with him for months, yet you didn’t know if he made all those compliments and flattery to other women as well. There weren’t any female mechanics around here and you knew he had his own way with women.

Flattery didn’t get him anywhere, but it got you somewhere. 

You decided to break the silence, “You know, Bucky, I’m starting to think you pilots have a secret competition to see who can wreck their plane the most. Am I right?”

To hide whatever feelings that tried to surface, you put your familiar mask–strict, to the point, and sometimes a bit offensive. That way, you could protect yourself.

“Am clearly the best,” from the corner of your eyes, you could see him nodded and smiling. Suddenly it was so infuriating, how smiley he always was, how cheerful and friendly he was to you. How easy he was to throw compliments, and how easy he was to look at her with such adoration.

“Yeah, I've always thought you were a great pilot. Shame you're not quite as good at keeping your plane in one piece.”

You were unable to keep your feelings now. It was bottled up all this time. You were tired, hungry, and thirsty. You were vulnerable.

“Hey, hey, now,” Bucky might be a bit drunk but he wasn’t stupid. Something in the air shifted, your tone was harsh. Too harsh for his liking and your own good. Your tone was aggressive and he felt like you tried to hurt him with your remarks. Usually, they were all harmless, he even found you funny. But what was with the sudden change of tone?

“Come on, now. Why do you always pick on me?” Bucky tried to remain calm.

Forgot being calm! You were raging all of sudden. “Why would I pick on you, stop being so full of yourself.”

That’s it. That was the last straw.

“Hey, that stings!” Bucky was flustered, he walked closer to you, gaze piercing your back.

You sighed. You’re tired. You’ve been working all day and haven’t eaten since 8 am. It’s somewhere over 12 am now.

Fuck, you muttered to yourself. You need to shape the replacement panels to match the contours of the wing’s surface before riveting them. You got up and walked to the sheet metal bender, but Bucky stopped you.

With the faint hangar light on top of you both, now Bucky could fully take a look at your current state. You knew you looked terrible.

“Okay, you need to stop,” Bucky sighed. “Go to your barrack. You need to sleep.”

“I need to work.”

“She can wait. I’ll ask Lemmons to patch her up early in the morning,” Bucky said, his voice was authoritative. “Now, let’s get you some sleep.”

“No,” you tried to walk to the metal bender but his grip was strong.

“Come on, or I’m gonna abduct you.”

You almost rolled your eyes at that, but he quickly swept you off the ground. “Hey! Put me down!”

Despite the serious and cold air surrounding you both earlier, you could see how Bucky giggled. You always acted all tough, but you were just a girl for him. Your strength couldn’t even match him.

She’s cute, you didn’t know Bucky thought that right now.

He thought this was all just a joke, your mind stated.

“Nah, I’ll put you on your bed myself.”

You huffed in frustration, your attempts to free yourself only serving to make Bucky hold on tighter. "This isn't funny, Bucky! Put me down right now!"

But before Bucky could respond, his foot caught on a stray toolbox lying on the floor, sending you both tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap of limbs. With a yelp of surprise, you landed on top of him, your bodies pressed together in an awkward and unexpected embrace.

For a moment, you lay there in stunned silence, the only sound filling the air was the pounding of your hearts. 

With a stupid grin on his face, Bucky smiled surprisingly sweetly, “Hello.”

As the realization of your predicament sunk in, your cheeks flushed crimson, maybe with anger or maybe with something else.

"Are you kidding me, Bucky?" you exclaimed, pushing yourself off him with a scowl. "I told you to put me down!"

Bucky winced while grinning sheepishly, rubbing his head where it had collided with the floor. He was fully sober now, thanks for the thud. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean for us to fall."

You crossed your arms over your chest, your expression still stormy. "Well, it's not funny. You could have seriously injured yourself. You’re one of the best pilots we’ve got, what would happen if you got hurt?!"

Bucky sighed, his earlier amusement fading as he met your angry gaze. He got up, walked a step closer to you. 

"You need to be worried about yourself. What is it, (Y/N)? You’re not usually this… tensed. Is something bothering you?”

Bucky put his hand on your shoulder. You stiffened at his touch, jerking away as if scalded. 

"I'm fine," you snapped, your tone once again sharp and defensive.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, hurt flickering in his eyes. "Hey, I was just asking. You don't have to bite my head off."

You didn’t want to meet his gaze. Your eyes wandered to the floor that suddenly became so interesting.

But you knew that Bucky wasn't about to let you off the hook that easily. "I don't buy it, (Y/N). You've been acting strange lately, and I want to know why."

You scoffed, rubbed your eyes slowly, “It’s nothing.”

“Hey, tell me,” Bucky now grabbed your arms and once again you stiffened at his gesture. You looked up as your gaze fell to his, eyes blinked rapidly. Your cheeks flushed as you once again broke eye contact and looked at the new interesting thing: the metal bender.

And a realization hit Bucky like a lightning. The way you laughed or rolled your eyes at his jokes despite being known as a serious fella, the way you looked at him before he took off, the way you always kept some distance…

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice softened. “I’ve never been this straightforward, but we don’t have much time… Do you like me?”

He could feel your muscles tensed under his touch. You still refused to look at him.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Where did the tough, no-nonsense (Y/N) go?

“Hey, (Y/N), look at me,” Bucky asked you gently. He knew for sure that you held a feeling for him and he was too damn stupid to realize. He tried so hard to suppress his smile.

You looked up, his expression was soft and his eyes fixed on you with a gleam that made the butterflies crazy inside your stomach.  You thought about every possible reaction: rejections, lots of yelling, a broken respect and trust, no more jokes and friendships… But you didn’t expect when he leaned closer and brought you in, when his lips touched yours with a gentleness you could only imagine.

Bucky’s lips tasted like a good amount of mint and alcohol mixture. You were intoxicated. He put his hand on your hip, the other caressed your cheek. His touch was a gentle yet firm anchor, drawing you closer to him in a silent declaration of desire. Your fingers traced the curves of your hips with a tender reverence, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you melted into his embrace.

He’d never imagine touching you, grabbing your crinkled jumpsuit as he kissed you deeper, his hands wandered. You felt a rush of warmth spreading through your body, igniting a fire within you that you couldn’t ignore. His hands, strong and sure from years of training, held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His touch was both possessive and protective all at once.

When you both pulled away, trying to catch a breath, you saw Bucky smiling. His hands were still on your hips, now the right one stroke your cheek and your lips.

"You know, (Y/N), I've always admired you. The way you always know your way around an engine, your work ethic, your remarks, your replies to my jokes… I've always thought you were pretty amazing,” he whispered. “The way you handle those machines... it's something else. That’s why I always send my plane to you."

Your cheeks flushed slightly at the unexpected compliments, and you cleared your throat awkwardly. You were anything but flushed and fluttered.

"Well, I guess someone has to keep you flyboys in the air. Can't have you crashing and burning without us, right? You better treat her right up there or I'll make sure your next landing isn't so smooth."

Bucky grinned, feeling a surge of confidence after a heavy cloud towering you both  earlier.

"Hey, what do you say we had a drink tomorrow? I’d like to discuss tonight's matter, after you had a good rest of course.”

Your heart raced at the thought of spending more time with Bucky outside of work. You were exhausted, but after what happened tonight, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

"I suppose one drink couldn't hurt. But don't think this means I'm going easy on you, Bucky. I've got a reputation to uphold, after all."

[teamchasezwrites]

Cuffed

Word Count: 7,674

Characters: Roman Reigns/Cody Rhodes, Jey Uso (minor), Sami Zayn (minor)

Genre: Smut

Tags: Handcuffs, Light BDSM, Super Light Dom/Sub, Light Daddy Kink, Blow jobs, Hand jobs, Oral Sex, Light Spanking, Dirty Talk

Summary: Roman went to Cody's bus as a favor to Jey. He didn't expect to find Cody laid out before him like a dream with his hands cuffed to the wall completely at his mercy.

Author's Note: Shout out to A03 author Katiebird19. She uses Baby Boy in her Roman/Cody fics and I can't get it out of my head. So I lifed it to use here. This story went off the rails toward the end. I was stuck in a continuous loop of wanting to end it and keeping it going. I wanted this to be more Dominant Roman (soft after), but alas. If anyone wants to take this idea and give me that version, I'm all eyes! Enjoy!

‘He’s not coming back.’

Cody pressed his head into the pillow laying beneath him. He stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom in his bus. The pocket lights above his head dimmed to set the mood. The only light in the room – in the entire bus.

He cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes trailing up his left arm. The corded muscles. The vein running down the inside of his bicep. The veins running down his forearm to his wrist. Wrist encased in a silver handcuff. The skin beneath the metal tinged red from earlier movements.

He followed the ring of the handcuff and the accompanying chain where the other half was attached to a tiny hidden enclosed ring hook. The hook sat low on the wall easily hidden by his bed pillows. Not that he had a lot of guests in and out of his bedroom who would ask questions.

Aside from Jey using the shower once, no one had been in his bedroom. Unless invited.

Like Cameron.

The man who apparently decided to tie him up then make a run for it.

Fuck.

He pulled on his wrists (the right just as bound as the left). The metal pressed into his skin. His hands fisted, his muscles bulging as he used his strength to try to rip the hook from the wall. No matter how hard he yanked, he still stayed attached.

Because he made sure the hooks were reenforced.

So he couldn’t rip them from his wall when he was in the throes of intense orgasms.

Now he was regretting that decision.

His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat from the exertion he emitted from his struggle with the handcuffs.

He stared across the room. The huge flat screen TV hung on the wall. It’s screen black. He had something else on his mind for entertainment that night. Below the TV his dresser. Stuffed full of socks, underwear, undershirts, shirts, gym shorts, and sweatpants. His suits and jeans hung in the small closets on either side.

What he was interested in, was the tiny silver key sitting right in the middle of the dresser. Right there on top.

Mocking him.

With his eyes locked on the key, Cody started to shimmy down the bed. He dug his heels into the mattress and shifted his hips down. His body barely moved a couple of inches before his shoulders were screaming at the strained position. He quickly scooted back up relieving the pressure.

Cody sighed. Then roared as he started thrashing around, twisting and yanking at the handcuffs around his wrists. His body jerking uncontrollably. He was sure if anyone saw him he probably resembled a child throwing a tantrum.

Maybe he was.

His body stilled and he stared at the ceiling his chest heaving from the struggle. He was fucked.

And not how he wanted to to be.

He was such a stupid idiot. He knew better than to pick up a stranger. Even when he desperately needed relief, he sure as hell knew better than to allow himself to get in his current position with someone he didn’t know and trust.

But Randy had been gone for months and he was desperate.

He just needed relief. He needed to be at the mercy of someone else. To not be the one in control. To let go and feel.

‘Fucking think Cody,’ he screamed. Nothing came to mind. Cameron was long gone by now. Not coming back. He sent his driver away from the night. Set him up in a hotel room so he could have the privacy. By now the arena was more than likely cleared out by everyone other than the crew members tearing down the equipment and loading it up in the trucks.

Wrestlers long gone. Some back at the hotel to sleep before catching flights tomorrow. Others already stuffed in vehicles heading down the interstate for the upcoming house show. Which is where he needed to be but he let his dick do the thinking.

His dick assured him he had plenty of time to fuck all night and be on the road tomorrow and still get in town with plenty of time before the show started.

That was still true. By the time his driver came back in the morning, he could unhook him and they could get moving.

Except he’d have to fire his driver.

No way could he ever look him in the eyes again.

He groaned and pressed his head into his pillow.

He needed to call someone for help.

Randy was out. He was home in Florida recovering from yet another injury. Cody didn’t want to think about the fact his best friend was getting injured more and more and the returns taking longer and longer.

He could call Jey and Sami, but he wasn’t sure he could endure the teasing he’d receive from them. It was bound to be brutal.

Bayley held merit but he couldn’t put the woman in that position. He also would never be able to look her in the eye again either let alone talk to her.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Siri,” he called out loud and somewhere in the room he heard the ding of his phone as Siri activated. “Call…” he paused and sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Jey.”

“Heeeey yooo! What up Uce!”

“Are you drunk?” Cody could hear the chatter in the background and the music. Even the clattering of glasses.

“I may had a li-libation or two…”

Cody groaned. The slurring in Jey’s words informed him it was more than a drink or two. And if Jey was out drinking then… “Who are you with?”

“E’rebody Uce! ‘Cept you…”

Cody listened, his aggravation growing as Jey’s attention was drawn elsewhere. “Jey!”

“Sorry Uce. You comin’?”

“Can’t make it. I’m a little…tied up at the moment.” Cody hid a snort. That was putting it mildly.

“Aye, get untied Uce!”

“I’m trying,” Cody muttered. “Is Sami there?”

“Say hi to Cody man!”

Cody heard a chorus of ‘heys’. Sami definitely one and, with his heart sinking, Bayley.

‘Shit.’

If he asked for help, they all would come. The last thing he needed was half the Smackdown roster crowded in his bedroom to see him handcuffed naked on his bed. Voyeurism was okay. Humiliation was not.

“You okay Uce?”

“Yeah I just needed help with something but it’s okay.” Cody answered Jey’s moment of clarity. “I’ll catch ya tomorrow.”

“A’ight man. Later.”

Cody sighed when his phone beeped signaling the call ended. Bus driver it was.

The question now was did he call him now to save him or wait until morning.

Ten minute later he was still thinking.

‘More like procrastinating.’

Might as well call his driver now. Get the humiliation over with instead of experiencing it tomorrow and giving him the whole night to let it fester in his gut.

Cody opened his mouth to tell Siri to call his driver when he heard the beeping from the front area of the bus. His door opened. He held his breath and kept as still as possible so not to make a sound. Cocking his head, he turned an ear toward his door trying to make out the sounds.

Muffled sounds of feet shuffling across the laminated flooring. Cursing as those feet stumbled over his shoes from where they’d been kicked off in the excitement earlier in the night.

Cody felt a blush heat in his cheeks and wash down his neck and chest. There would be a line of his clothes from the living area, through the kitchen and into the cabin area. His briefs should be laying on the ground at the end of his bed. Once he’d gotten Cameron onto his bus, their lips had crashed together and they’d wasted no time stripping each other of their clothing.

His mind whirled. Who was on his bus? Had Cameron come back? No he couldn’t have. He didn’t know the code.

The slide of the door hiding the cabin from the living area sounded like the roar of a jet engine to him. Only one more door separated him from the unknown assailant.

As soon as the door slid open to his bedroom, he’d be at the complete mercy of whoever was on the other side.

His traitorous cock twitched against his thigh at the thought.

‘No no no no,’ he chanted. The last thing he wanted to be was hard when whoever made his appearance.

“Cody?”

His eyes widened and he gasped at the voice.

Roman!

Goosebumps broke out over his arms as he shivered. Roman’s deep voice carried through the closed mirrored door. The Tribal Chief was the last person Cody thought he’d see tonight.

“Cody?” Roman’s voice came a little louder, his finger poised on the key pad waiting for him to press the button that would open the door in front of him.

The last place he wanted to be was standing outside Cody Rhodes’s bedroom, especially after seeing the trail of clothing. Even now he stared down at the trouser pants laying so carelessly on the floor at his feet. Only two reasons were behind the scene. Needing to shower something fierce. Roman had been there but he either striped completely right at the front door or the clothing trail starting right inside his bedroom to the master bathroom. The second…

Roman’s cock twitched with interest and he clenched his jaw. The last thing he wanted to do was walk in on Cody railing some chick. He wasn’t sure why he was even there but Jey called claiming Cody needed help. Since he hadn’t left the arena yet, he figured he could pacify his cousin by checking on the wrestler.

He lowered his head toward the door jam listening for sounds. All was quiet on the other side. “Cody? Jey called me…said you needed help?”

“Oh…I’m good!” Cody’s voice sounded strangled.

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah! Tell Jey not to worry. I got it figured out.”

There was something in Cody’s voice that didn’t ring true and it caused Roman to pause before he bid the man goodnight. He could hear the shuffling of sheets like legs moving across the fabric. There was a soft jingling of metal mixed with a groan and a low curse.

“Are you sure?” Roman asked again.

“I’m fine!” Cody snapped. “Go away.”

Roman’s jaw clenched at Cody’s tone causing his left cheek to tick. Growing annoyed at the man on the other side of the door. He could have told Jey to fuck off instead of running to check on his little friend. He didn’t have to be here at all.

Before he could think, his hand slapped at the keypad, fingers pressing the button. The door started to slide open. His face stoney, his stance intimidating.

That all fell way to shock when he saw the scene in front of him.

Cody.

Lying on his bed naked.

Arms handcuffed above his head.

His cock hardened immediately beneath his black joggers.

“What the fuck!” Cody yelled and tried to shift in the bed to hide his nakedness. It was futile. Turning his hips to the side to hide his cock meant showing his bare ass to the other man.

Roman tore his eyes from Cody and glanced around the room. It was completely empty. Even the bathroom showed empty with the door open and the light off. He brought his eyes back to Cody, who had his head turned away and eyes shut. No doubt embarrassed.

His eyes roamed Cody’s body unabashedly. The corded neck showing off the tendon as he arched away from him; hiding that stupid tattoo. Nipples drawn in taunt stiff peaks. The hard chest covered with a smattering of dark hair over the pecs leading down the center of well defined abs.

The happy trail leading toward Cody’s cock; semi-hard and resting on his stomach. The hair around his cock well groomed and maintained.

Roman’s mouth watered as his eyes moved back up Cody’s body, laid out like an offering before him.

“Please just go away…”

Roman pulled his eyes away from Cody’s chest. Something he’d seen dozens of times before with Cody wrestling only in tights. He’s even ran his hands over it during matches. Struck it with his hand hard enough to leave marks. But he could never just stand and give it an uninterrupted perusal.

Cody still had his head turned away. His eyes shut completely missing Roman’s blatant staring. His voice was filled with embarrassment. Soft and broken.

“Oh Baby Boy,” Roman’s voice was rough. “No way could I go when you’re laid out looking like this for me… so pretty…”

Cody’s breath stuttered to a stop. He blinked his eyes open; red and glossy from tears of embarrassment. His head turned to look at Roman now standing in front of his bed. His cock twitched, bouncing against his belly as he stared at Roman whose eyes were darkened in desire as they ran over him.

The words of asking to be released died in his throat as Roman’s fingers traced lightly over his ankle. He watched those lightly tanned fingers with interest.

“You’re trussed up like a dream…” Roman continued as his fingers crept higher on Cody’s leg. He moved forward, his legs pressing into the edge of the bed. “Completely at my mercy…” He watched as Cody’s cock gave an enticing bounce. “Do you like that?” He raised his head to meet Cody’s eyes. His cheeks stained red and Roman figured it was half in embarrassment and half in arousal. “Do you like being helpless? Unable to stop me from doing whatever I want…”

A moan escaped from Cody’s parted lips. His cock was invested, fully hard and pulsing. A flush encompassing his body.

Roman smirked. His fingers danced higher up Cody’s leg. The muscles in his hard thigh twitched beneath his touch. His fingers skirted around the hard cock and back down the hairy thigh.  “I didn’t expect to find you like this…based on that expensive suit laying all over the floor I expected to find you fucking some girl…” he continued running his fingers up and down Cody’s legs, his other hand joining in on the ministrations. Over those thick thighs he imaged wrapped around his waist. Down over his knees to the corded calf muscles. Back up again.

“Not some girl…” Cody croaked out for some unknown reason. Maybe to let Roman know for sure he was available to him.

Roman’s hands paused momentarily as his eyes flared at the information. Cody had picked up a man – some dolt he was gonna let see him like this. His skin flushed red. His cock hard, the head an angry purple. His blue eyes nearly black with his pupils blown wide. His hands fisted in desperation held captive by the steel hand cuffs. Wrists bright red from his tugging.

To touch him?

Roman didn’t know.

“You’re at my mercy now.” Roman moved his right hand up Cody’s leg and this time his fingers danced up the shaft of Cody’s cock. The skin hot under his fingers. “I’m in control.”

Cody hissed at the touch. His eyes clenching shut. His wrists tugged at the cuffs. His hips jerking up searching for something more. “Roman…”

“I like that,” Roman smirked. “You begging me. What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me…” Cody groaned.

Roman chuckled, “I am touching you.” He continued those teasing touches on Cody’s cock.

Cody’s breaths came out in gasps. He tried to move his hips with Roman’s movements, searching for some type of friction. “Please Roman,” Cody begged.

“Is this what you need Baby Boy?” Roman’s hand tightened on Cody’s cock, drawing a hiss out of the man. He pulsed in his hand and pre-cum beaded on the tip.

“Yes,” Cody drew out bucking his hips into Roman’s hand.

Roman let go of Cody’s cock causing his eyes pop open. “What are you…” his voice faltered as he watched Roman climb up onto his bed. The man was still dressed in black joggers and a black hoodie. His hair pulled back into his ever present bun. “I wanna see you…”

Roman hummed as he settled between Cody’s legs. His big stature causing the smaller man to widen his legs more. At the movement, he caught sight of the dark pink puckered hole. His mouth watered at the thought of burying his tongue deep inside the tight channel working him open until he was loose enough to accept him.

Cody groaned at the heated look on Roman’s features. He squirmed and pressed his thighs against Roman’s clothed ones. The friction delicious. He wanted to pull Roman down over him. Roman’s completely clad body against his naked one. He moved his wrists to do just that and the metal bit into his wrists.

“What’s wrong Baby Boy?” Roman re-gripped Cody’s length. He moved his hand up and down in soft sure strokes. His fingers pressed into the shaft then fell away in teasing glittering touches, drawing breathy moans from between Cody’s lips.

“Wanna touch you…” Cody grunted out. He watched as Roman’s hand worked him. His thumb circling the head of his cock swirling through the pre-cum gathered there.

Roman clucked his tongue as he shook his head. “Oh no…I like you like this.” His eyes gave a blatant look, roaming over Cody’s body. “Spread out for me…taking what I give you. Unable to stop me from doing what I want.”

His hands started roaming over Cody’s thighs; the coarse hair catching on his calloused hands. Over his hips, where his fingers spread out. He applied a slight bit of pressure, pushing Cody into the mattress, smirking at the moan coming from Cody’s lips. “Interesting,” he breathed as he continued to move his hands up over the man’s expansive chest. He flicked a nipple, scratching his nail over the hard nub.

Cody groaned, his eyes drifting shut as pleasure shot through him. From his nipples down to his weeping cock. He squirmed as Roman worked his nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. Rolling them between the digits. A whole body roll moved through him, ending with his hips pressing up into the air.

“So responsive…” Roman reached down adjusting his own hard length. He wondered how far Cody would let him go. Cody’s cock brushed against his hoodie, leaving behind a trail of cum on the black fabric. “You messed up my hoodie.”

Cody opened his eyes and lifted his head. He stared at the thin white trail he left on Roman’s hoodie. His eyes met Roman’s. “Take it off.”

Roman slapped the side of Cody’s thigh, watching as Cody’s cock bounced and more cum leak from the tip. “You still think you’re calling the shots…” He stared at the thigh and the red mark sitting on pale skin. His own cock leaked, creating a wet mark on the inside of his briefs. “Do you like that?” He murmured running his fingers over the redness. “If I spanked your ass red…”

“Uncuff me and find out,” Cody retorted as more heat coiled inside of him. He wasn’t one to be spanked. Randy would swat him from time to time when he was being a needy bottom, pushing back against him. But the idea of Roman’s hand coming down on his ass, leaving it red before he would push into him…

“I ought to fuck that sass out of you.”

“Do you always talk this much because if you need something to do with your mouth I got something for you?”

Roman chuckled. “You’re too coherent.”

Roman wrapped his hand back around Cody’s hard length, smirking at his moan. Watching his head fall back with his mouth open. He had the urge to press his lips to the man’s, plunging his tongue into his mouth. He didn’t think this was that kind of hook up. He wasn’t sure of anything.

His hand worked Cody’s cock, working up and down. He shifted on the bed to lower his head down to the hard length. At the beginning he was just going to give a hand job, but now… he was going to take full advantage of the gift bestowed upon him. His tongue darted out, licking his lips before licking at the head of Cody’s cock. The salty bitterness of cum burst on his tongue and he couldn’t stop the moan that left him.

“Fuck…” Cody groaned, feeling Roman’s tongue licking him while his hand continued its tantalizing movements at the base of his shaft.

He tossed his head back against the pillow, breathing heavily as Roman’s tongue licked up his shaft from base to tip. “Roman…” he whimpered as teasing licks danced over his balls. “God…” he rocked his hips up, working his cock in Roman’s hand, the grip much too loose for his liking.

Roman breathed deep as he buried his face in the crease of Cody’s thigh. That musky scent wrapped around him. He was hooked. He nipped at the crease, the action causing the cock in his hand to pulse. He wanted to leave marks all over the man beneath him.

He left teasing licks up the hard cock in his hand, following the pulsing vein. His tongue twirled around the tip collecting another drop of cum before he lowered his head, taking the tip in his mouth.

Cody let out a loud moan as his cock entered the warmth of Roman’s mouth. His hips flexed trying to send him deeper, but Roman laid his free arm across Cody’s hips, stopping their movement. He melted into the bed, his eyes closed, and his mouth open letting out tiny stuttering gasps.

Roman worked Cody with his hand. His hold tight and he moved it up and down meeting his mouth still teasing the head. Feeding off the gasps and tiny thrusting movements of his hips. He hallowed his cheeks as he took more, his head lowering down over Cody’s cock.

“God…” Cody moaned as Roman swallowed him whole, the tip of his cock meeting the back of Roman’s throat. His brain stuttered to a halt feeling Roman’s throat muscles squeezing around him as the other man swallowed.

Tears leaked from the corners of Roman’s eyes as he deep throated Cody. It had been awhile since he sucked someone’s cock – usually he was on the receiving end. He lifted his eyes to stare up Cody’s body releasing his own moan at the sight of the taunt tendon on the side of Cody’s neck. He wanted to sink his teeth into it.

He slowly pulled back up. The cock sliding over his lips, now glistening with his saliva. He wrapped his hand around it in another tight hold as he worked it much faster. He wanted to rip his own pants off and line their cocks up, taking them both in his hand as he worked them both to a frenzy before exploding over Cody’s chest. Ropes of their come mixing together over the bronzed skin.

“Roman… please…” Cody begged. “Let me come…” He tugged furiously at his bindings wanting to pull at the band that held Roman’s hair back and sink his fingers into the long locks. Wanted to press his head further down on his cock. Wanted to fuck his face.

“Yeah,” Roman gave into Cody’s begging. He pulled his mouth from Cody’s cock. His saliva letting his hand move in easy gliding strokes. He worked his hand up and down in fast movements. His grip tight – how he liked it. His eyes watching Cody’s face and the apparent struggle of emotions.

The room filled with sounds of gasping breaths, the rustling of sheets as Cody’s legs moved restlessly back and forth, skin on skin friction as his hand glided up and down in long, quick strokes, and the jingling of metal as Cody pulled desperately at the cuffs imprisoning him.

“Come Baby Boy,” Roman commanded, dragging his eyes down Cody’s body, slick with a fine layer of sweat and flushed red. His eyes watched as his hand moved on Cody’s pulsing cock hot in his hand. He twisted his wrist on the up stroke and watched as Cody’s hold snapped.

Moaning Roman’s name, Cody came. Ropes and ropes of hot thick white come shot out, coating his stomach and dripping down over Roman’s hand. His body struck taunt as lightning zapped through him. Breath caught in his lungs. He could do nothing but give into the pleasure.

“Fuck…” Roman breathed watching Cody’s body twist and jerk with pleasure. In that moment he knew he wanted to see it again and again. He loosened his hold on his cock, letting his hand fall away as Cody’s body relaxed into the sheets beneath him. He watched as Cody’s muscles twitched and jerked. The rapid rise and fall of his chest as he sucked air into his taxed lungs.

He fell back on his haunches unsure what to do next. Cody’s eyes opened and trapped his. The blue much darker than before, filled with arousal. Roman’s cock twitched.

“Either fuck me or get up here and let me suck you.”

“Still bossy I see,” Roman murmured but Cody’s words spurred him into action. He wanted to raid the drawer next to the bed for the lube he knew he’d find, but he wanted to wait for that unexpected prize. Wait until he was sure he would last more than a stroke or two inside that tight channel.

Roman stood up from the bed and toed his Jordans off. He whipped his hoodie over his head and let it fall to the floor baring his chest. As he moved to push his joggers down his hips he caught the hunger is Cody’s gaze as he stared greedily at his chest.

The licking of the man’s lips had Roman quickly divesting himself of the remainder of his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed, his knees digging into the mattress on either side of Cody. His cock jutting out from his body. Leaking. He moaned at the open want in Cody’s eyes and the teasing glide of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Come here,” Cody pleaded softly. His wrists burned from tugging so hard at the handcuffs. He hoped he didn’t break the skin and leave behind bruises he’d have to cover up next week.

That was something he’d worry about later.

Right now he had a naked Roman Reigns in his bedroom, on his bed, straddling his body. His body on display from the Samoan tattoo completely covering his right pec, shoulder and down his arm. He wanted to trace every individual line with his tongue. His nipples… hard in the middle of dark discs he also wanted to get his tongue on. Wanted to lick the tiny pebbles with long swirling licks. Suck them into his mouth. Bite down hard enough to make the larger man hiss…

The flat stomach he wanted to lick down and trace the shadow of ab muscles, dipping into his belly button. The waist he wanted to span his hands around before sinking down to grab the muscular globes of his ass. Knead his fingers into the fleshy skin while swallowing around that luxuriously large cock standing proud from the triangle of dark curls –the same color as the hair on his head. Like his own, the hair was well groomed and maintained.

His mouth watered as he stared at Roman’s cock. Wanted to feel the weight of it on his tongue. Wanted to taste the tiny drop of cum beaded on the tip. Wanted to bury his face in his crotch and breathe him in. Much like Roman did to him earlier. Breathe in that heady musky scent. His own cock – laying flaccid against his stomach, pulsed; giving a renewed twitch as hunger rose once again from deep with in.

“Shit,” Roman breathed watching Cody’s face. He never had someone look at him with such open wantonness. Maybe Seth once upon a time but that was so long ago Roman couldn’t remember correctly.

“Let me suck you…” Cody stared. Roman’s brown eyes nearly black. His cheek twitched from where he clenched his jaw too hard. His chest muscles rippled as he moved a hand down to his cock. Cody followed that movement with hungry eyes, watching as Roman grabbed his cock and gave it a slow languid stroke. “Please…”

“Yeah…” With his cock in his hand, Roman knee walked up Cody’s body. The ceiling was much lower over Cody’s head and he had to duck down and nearly fold his body in half as he leaned against the wall above the pillows. His knees pressed into his arm pits and he had a brief thought about releasing Cody so they could do this properly but all thoughts fled when his cock was enveloped in a warm wet mouth.

Cody’s moan rivaled Roman’s as he raised his head to get his lips on the cock presented to him unable to wait for Roman to feed it to him. He greedily sucked the hard flesh. His tongue swirling over the head picking up the pre-cum. The flavor satisfying a craving his body didn’t know he needed.

In the current position, he was unable to fit all of Roman in his mouth. He wasn’t sure he would be able to normally given how blessed he was, but next time he would certainly try to fit the rigid length in his mouth and down his throat. He moaned at the thought as he pulled back.

“Give me more,” he pleaded as he mouthed at the tip.

Roman wrapped his finger and thumb around the base of his cock to help the angle. Bracing a forearm on the wall, he shifted the upper half of his body to feed more of his length to Cody. He moaned watched his cock disappear between those lips, stretched thin around his girth. “Fuck… you take my cock so well… do you take it well in other places?”

Cody’s eyes darkened at the words. His tongue swirled and licked at the shaft to make up for the limited movement of his head. Unable to bob back and forth as much as he wanted. His mouth filled with saliva at the thought of Roman sinking into his ass. His legs shifted and spread, opening himself up. His cock filled and plumped, bobbing in the air.

“You like that, huh?” Roman’s breath caught and his eyes closed on a groan. His muscles screamed at the strain of his position but he wasn’t moving until he released his seed down the blonde wrestler’s throat. “You like the thought of me pressing between your ass cheeks, don’t you?”

Cody couldn’t speak, but he nodded his head. His pleading blue eyes locked on Roman. He rocked his hips up in the air, searching for friction. He slurped around Roman’s cock. Drool rolled past his lips and dribbled down his chin to his neck.

“I should have fed you my cock earlier.” Roman’s eyes flashed with desire. His hips rocked in tiny sessions. He trailed a finger around Cody’s stretched out lips. “You look so pretty like this. Stretched out around my cock… makes me think of your ass stretched out around my cock with only your spit as lube.”

Cody thought he would be able to come untouched. If Roman hadn’t just given him an orgasm, he was sure he would have exploded all over himself at Roman’s words. At the thought of his cock pushing inside of him. The burn and bite of pain of just spit with no prep. He whined, the sound muffled as Roman sank further into his mouth. His throat fluttered and he fought his gag reflexes. He breathed heavily through his nose to relax.

“Oh yeah, you like it,” Roman moaned, his hips picking up the pace as tension coiled deep in his belly. “Maybe I’ll remove the cuffs only quick enough to turn you over. Get you on your hands and knees. I bet you’d look real pretty like that. Your ass high in the air, displayed for Daddy…”

Cody’s whine was high at the name. A spurt of cum shot from his body landing on his stomach. His skin flushed dark red.

“Oh someone likes that.” Roman ran his fingers through Cody’s hair. Soft and clean from any product. “Baby Boy just needed a Daddy…” He stared down at Cody, his breath rapid, watching the kaleidoscope of emotions flying through those blue hues. “I would definitely have to spank you first before I gave you this cock… you were going to let someone else have what was mine. Was Daddy’s…”

Cody shook his head emphatically. His jaw ached from the position. His lungs burned from being unable to truly breathe, relying solely on his nose. His hallowed his cheeks, applying pressure to Roman’s cock. The movement having the desired effect as Roman’s movements slowed against the suction.

“No? You were in here ready to let some undeserving cuck fuck you? Then when you ran in to trouble instead of calling Daddy you called Jey. You were gonna let Jey see you like this…” Jealously grew in Roman’s body at the thought of Jey walking into Cody’s bus finding him exactly like he did. Of Jey being in his place, fucking his cock into Cody’s mouth.

Of being the one sinking into the tight heat of Cody’s ass.

His movements quickened, sinking into Cody’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He couldn’t pull all the way out and he once again damned the position, but God was it hot having Cody beneath him unable to do anything but take what he gave him.

“No more,” Roman grunted moving back and forth. The coiling in his belly wound tighter. He felt Cody trying to fight him but he was too far gone. “Only Daddy gets to see you like this. You need this, you come to me.”

Tears leaked from Cody’s eyes as Roman assaulted his mouth. He tried to move his tongue along the shaft, but gave up and just let Roman take what he needed. Drool continued to leak down around his lips. His chin soaked. He kept his eyes opened and trained on Roman’s face. The shadows over the features. The eyes clenched revealing wrinkles at the corners. Cheek muscles twitching with the clenching of his jaw. Breath came out in huffs through his nose.

“You’re gonna swallow it all like a good boy…”

With a roar, Roman came undone his orgasm washing over him.

Cody relaxed his throat as Roman’s cock erupted in his mouth. His eyes closed and he moaned at the taste of Roman’s cum, frantically trying to swallowing it all. Roman’s cock pulsed with each shot of cum. It was too much and some slipped free to dribble down his chin.

Roman’s body trembled. Spasms working their way across his chest to his arms and the fingers clutching Cody’s hair in a piercing grip. Down his belly where his abs screamed more than any plank ever made him down. To his thighs quaking so much, the mattress shook beneath him. To his toes still curled.

His body was frozen in pleasure. He gasped drawing breaths into his lungs. His eyes opened and stared down at Cody – completely debauched. Eyes glossy and red. Tear marks streaked from the corners. His lips swollen and red still wrapped around his softening cock. He hissed and shivered at the little licks from his tongue and slowly pulled back.

Cody gulped greedily at the air through his mouth to sooth his aching lungs. He kept his eyes trained on Roman as the man slowly moved back, dog walking his knees down either side of his body until he was clear of the drop ceiling. The bigger man lifted his knee and removed himself from straddling him. Instead of getting off the bed however, he stayed seating on his knees next to him. His chest heaving just like his.

Silence filled the bedroom as each men continued to stare at each other. Cody felt embarrassment sweep through him as Roman’s dark eyes raked over him.

“You’re a mess Rhodes…”

Cody huffed in broken laughter, the words unexpected. He could only imagine how he looked. Cum and drool all over his chin and neck. His own cum – a dried sticky mess – on his belly. Joined by fresh as he erupted the moment Roman’s come hit his tongue. His cock, covered in cum, lay resting against his thigh, spent.

Roman wanted to take a photo of Cody laid out on his bed. Completely used and abused. He paused his perusal when he saw the mess on the blonde’s stomach. More cum there than he watched shoot all over the flat abs. His cock bounced at the thought of Cody coming again. Untouched while he had his lips around his cock.

“Release me.” Pleasure zinged through his body at the look in Roman’s eyes. The man’s cock still semi hard and Cody trembled with excitement.

“Why would I want to do that?” A tremble flowed through him at the look of desire in those blue eyes. He stood on shaking limbs at the foot of the bed. The glint of silver beneath the TV catching his eyes. He palmed the tiny silver key.

“Because in five minutes, after we shower, I want to ride you.”

“Fuck…” Roman shuddered at Cody’s words. He knelt onto the bed and reached up placing the key into the tiny hole. The cuffed released and Roman quickly grabbed the arm, halting Cody’s movements. “Wait,” he murmured softly. “Don’t move so quickly.” He sucked in a breath seeing the angry looking circle of red, irritated skin. The thin streak of dried blood near the pulse point on the inside of the wrist. “Next time we do this we’re using a different type of restraint.”

Cody’s eyes widened, his breath catching at the soft look in Roman’s eyes. Roman’s hand moved gently over his arm, massaging the muscles. Fingers pressed into skin working the veins and vessels, helping the blood flow be reestablished after being in one position for so long. He wanted to tell Roman he felt fine. There was no pain, numbness, or tingling in his arm, except for the tingling caused by Roman’s touch.

“Next time?” Cody questioned as he rotated his shoulder, bringing his arm down. He held his breath when Roman leaned across him to free his left arm from its confines. He scooted into a sitting position much to Roman’s noise of displeasure. His eyes studied Roman’s face from the close distance while Roman’s fingers worked his arm in the same manner.

His forehead with the faint wrinkle through the center. Full eyebrows drawn down in concentration watching his fingers move over Cody’s arm. The high, prominent cheekbones giving his face definition. The broad nose and square jaw covered in a beard perfectly trimmed with his sideburns shaved. The beard framing full lips and his breathing picked up and his heart rate elevated as he stared at those lips.

He wanted to feel those lips pressed against his. Wanted to taste that tongue peaking out from between those lips in concentration. His breath stuttered to a stop when Roman’s brown eyes lifted and met his. Those almond-shaped eyes so full of intensity and focus while in the ring wrestling or giving a promo.

Cody’s been on the receiving end of Roman’s intensity before but never like this. He licked his lips and watched Roman’s eyes drop to his lips. Eyes following the movements of his tongue. The focus was back on him as their eyes met once again. Cody shivered with want and need.

“What do you want Baby Boy?” Roman’s voice was gruff, laced with desire and a simple yearning.

“Kiss me,” Cody requested, his eyes never leaving Roman’s even as he felt himself flush with embarrassment. Did they even do that? Hell an hour ago he didn’t even know that did what they did together.

Roman’s eyes flared, his eyes dropping once again to Cody’s lips. That perfect Cupid ’s bow centered on his thin upper lip. Lips he normally saw drawn in repressed anger or into a crooked smirk or a full blown grin. Now he added stretched around his cock to his images.

He surged forward pressing his lips to Cody’s in a searing kiss. Their lips moved together with fervor. Roman nipped at Cody’s bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth enticing a moan from the other man. When he ran his tongue over that same lip, Cody’s lips parted immediately, welcoming him inside.

Cody moan was swallowed by Roman. Their lips moved together, tongues wrestling sliding back and forth in a teasing manner tasting what each had to offer. A blush darkened his cheeks realizing Roman was tasting himself on Cody’s tongue.

Roman’s skin was hot beneath Cody’s hands as he traced his fingers up Roman’s neck and into his hair. With a quick tug, Roman’s long hair came cascading down. Cody moaned into Roman’s mouth as he buried his fingers into the locks.

Roman was hooked on the taste of Cody. Lips so soft and warm. He continued to explore the sweet warmth, addicted. He chased the taste of his own come in the back recesses of Cody’s mouth. He was never going to get enough of him. The heat… the need…the velvety swipe of Cody’s tongue against his as the wrestled in a new way.

With a moan, Roman broke their kiss. He pressed their foreheads together as they breathed heavily. Their breaths mixing hot and moist. His cock was hard and aching once more. He opened his eyes catching the bright blues beneath him. Those eyes so open and hopeful.

Like an invisible string between them, Roman lowered his lips once again. This time the kiss was lighter, sweeter, softer. “What you do to me…” Roman whispered against Cody’s lips.

“I’d like to do more…”

“You said something about riding me?” Roman teased, his nose tracing a line over his cheek. He turned his head and pressed a kiss over the abused, angry looking skin of Cody’s wrist when it presented to him. He pulled back grinning at the moan from the man under him. “Come on,” he slid off the bed and made his way into the bathroom.

Cody stared longingly, watching a naked Roman walk away from him, his body on display. He reached down and wrapping his hand around his cock, already hard. “What are you looking for?” He called, watching as Roman crouched to look in the cupboard beneath the sink after turning the shower on.

“First aid kit for your wrists.”

“I’m fine.” Cody pushed himself up from his bed and stood. He held his arms out in front of him and stared at his wrists. The skin was broken in a couple places. Tiny little cuts. Thin specks of dried blood. The red circled his wrists and he frowned. He’d have to wear sweat bands around his wrists at the house show tomorrow. Hopefully it will be clear before next week’s Smackdown. “It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before. Will happen again…”

“Not with me it won’t.”

Cody’s head lifted at Roman’s clipped tone. The words caused him to shiver. He met Roman’s eyes, lifting an eyebrow.

“You’re not supposed to be hurt. When you’re bound for me, you won’t be. And since you’re not doing this with anybody else again, that,” he nodded toward Cody’s wrists. “Won’t happen again.”

“What makes you think I won’t do this with anyone else?” Cody pressed. Another shiver worked through him at the hard look Roman gave him. He straightened as he stalked toward him. The glare in those dark eyes pinning him in place.

“I’m gonna enjoy fucking that sass out of you,” Roman trailed his fingers down Cody’s cheek, watching as those blue eyes flared with desire. “I know what you need Baby Boy. You need me… and this dick.” He gripped Cody’s waist pulling his body to him. Their hard cocks pressed together, trapped between their bodies.

Cody’s fingers dug into Roman’s hair, tugging on the strands to drag Roman’s lips to his. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated. He felt Roman’s hands digging into his ass as he pressed them together, their hips moving together in barely contained rhythmic thrusts. He surrendered to the man, meeting his tongue with his own long strokes.

“Only I get to see you like that,” Roman’s words were firm, leaving no room for argument. “The only cock you will take between these sweet lips,” he ran his thumb across them in emphasis, “is mine.” He dipped his hands down the wide expanse of Cody’s back to his waist and over those perfect round globes of his ass. “The only cock that you will feel stretching you wide,” he slipped a finger between the cheeks, barely able to reach the puckered hole. Even though he couldn’t apply as much pressure as he wanted to. A zing of pleasure rolled through him as he watched Cody’s eyes glaze at the contact. A soft, low moan escaping from his lips.

Roman dropped an open mouth kiss on those parted lips; giving a lazy swipe of his tongue. “Is mine.”

Cody blinked through the haze of lust. He was ready to climb on the bed behind him and put his ass in the air and beg for Roman to take him like a slut. “What about you?” He asked.

“Oh Baby Boy,” Roman chuckled. “My cock was yours the moment I saw you bound on your bed like a gift.”

“Can we fuck now?” The steam from the shower still running filled the room, lifting the temperature significantly.

Roman’s grin was predatory. “Daddy’s gonna love you.”

[lollytea]

Please, your finale Huntlow thoughts, my liege. We poor peasants beg of you, our bowls are empty and your tables full; if we might have but a crumb of your succulent meal to fill our bellies in these cold December nights.

ASGCDHBDJNK JESUS FUCKING CHRIST OKAY

I got a few asks about this but I guess I'll answer this one cuz it's phrased the funniest. I just wasn't too pressed about giving my Thoughts about finale Huntlow because I am fully a part of the Huntlow hivemind. Like I feel the way everyone else feels. I'm ecstatic, I'm delighted, I'm overwhelmed, I'm emotional, I'm so happy for them, I got everything I could have wanted. I won. We won.

(I HAVE TOO MANY PICS. I'LL RB WITH PART 2)

First of all this scene is so special to me, you have no idea.

It isn't inherently romantic but it's still so sweet and shows how much these two care for each other. Here's Willow, who's spent the last special Atlasing and repressing and refusing to rely on anyone else. But then she had her breakdown in front of Hunter and he realized just how stressed and scared she's been this whole time. She's visibly anxious and upset here, likely worrying up a storm because she hasn't found her Dads yet. And Hunter is right here beside her. He's seen her meltdown, he's felt her pain, he's heard her cry. He knows that Willow is in a fragile state at the moment. He knows she's been holding in a lot. He knows she's scared. I love that he's not only standing by her side and helping her search, but holding her too. It could be that she vocally expressed how worried she was to him, or maybe he just saw it on her face, but he probably placed that hand on her back to comfort her, let her knows he's right here, grounding her. And Willow, who's still learning how to depend on others, is letting him.

The way Hunter lights up when he sees Harvey and Gilbert, thrilled by how happy he knows she's going to be and his soft smile when he points them out to her. And then THIS!

Like Hunter is devastated. He feels alone and out of place here. He really thinks he has nobody. But Willow being happy can still bring a smile to his face. He just loves her so much!!!

And I know I already talked about the grom photo but UGHH!!!

I got a pic in better definition. I'm pretty sure this is Hunter's first grom. So likely a few months after the events of WAD. And it's so cute to think about Hunter and Willow very awkwardly but eagerly navigating a romantic relationship. I love how grabby and flirty Willow looks here, messing with his bowtie. She clearly LOVES the floral suit, thinking he's like the hottest man alive. She needs to smooch him and NOW. Or she's just like "Oh my, what a nice collarbone you have!!" Idk the ambiguity of what exactly Willow is doing here but the vibe and general intentions being very obvious is my favourite part of this pic. You can speculate for years on this. Oh and Hunter's face, I love it so much. His dumb little blush is like an old friend. He's fucking THRILLED that he's getting so much attention from her. He's very excited about where this is going. But he's also like. So nervous he's gonna pass out. But overall he's having the time of his life. Bi rights!

Also epilogue Huntlow....guys....guys epilogue Huntlow....are you guys still listening to me at this point?

God I love this scene. Its so natural and smooth, giving the characters a chance to breathe and exist and providing a glimpse of how they go about their daily lives. It's soft and lighthearted but it establishes so much about where Willow and Hunter are currently at in their relationship. They've been dating for like....3 years at the very least. And they're clearly very happy together!!

The way Willow casually slides on to the scene, giving the impression that she's often dropped in on him while he's working. And why wouldn't she? That's her sweetheart. What if she requires emergency smooches? What then? And of course, there's Hunter beaming at the sight of her. Seems he never gets tired of his girlfriend stopping by to visit. Or maybe he's sick to death of Willow the menace showing up to distract him while he's trying to work and he's just excited about the prospect of Luz's party. Either way, it's an adorable expression.

Something else I love about epilogue Huntlow is how equally distributed the affection is between both of them. Back when FTF dropped I gushed about how sweet it was to see Hunter taking initiative with Willow and the significance of something as simple pressing his backhand against hers during the pinky hold. And God, this sequence here says it all. From what I can tell, as Hunter runs towards her, they both reached out at the same time and linked hands immediately, implying that holding hands has become the automatic gesture for them whenever they meet up. They're in love, you're honor.

I love the huge carefree grins as they skate down the hill (still holding hands). They might have grown a lot since we last saw them but they're still young adults, they still love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff. And even better, they love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff together. All the handholding and fluffy cuteness is wonderful but I also love knowing that they seem to genuinely enjoy just hanging out and spending their youth with each other. Zeno was right, they ARE besties. Who knows how much shit Hunter and Willow get up to together? Being a pair of thrill seeking athletes, it's probably a lot.

This part is just so silly and ridiculous. After they go stumbling, Willow's first instinct is to grab Hunter and hold on for dear life. Her intense scrunched up expression is just so funny. "I will protect you, my love. No big dumb hill is going to harm a hair on your pretty head. Your girl is here." And Hunter barely acknowledging it (it probably happens a lot) because his life is currently flashing before his eyes. GOD they're just such nerds.

Oh and this frame is just SO adorable. The way Willow's hold on him lingers for a moment before he walks towards the grave, Hunter's heart eyes. They're clearly still so soft and touchy with each other. And this is after three years. I know they were insufferable when they started dating as teens.

[bellaxgiornata]

It's been a bit since I've posted one of these (or have even been hearing the guys), but Matt decided to show up unannounced this morning in that fake apartment filled with fictional characters that exists solely in my head in a way that couldn't be ignored. And he wasn't alone...

(My brain is rebooting as I try to get those two Tuna-Tober fics edited to post hopefully soon. Thank y'all for being patient. I'm still behind on answering messages--thank you constant illnesses and the holidays. Promise I'm not ignoring any of y'all).

[Matt striding into the room in his black suit]

Jax (smirking as he leans back on the couch, spreading his legs while throwing an arm over the backrest): Showing up in pajamas this time? Think that's gonna suddenly get her attention? You look ridiculous.

Matt (huffing an amused breath): Think I know her better than you do, buddy.

Jax (cocking his head to the side and arching a brow in challenge): That why it's just been me here for weeks? 'Cause she hasn't written a damn thing for you in a while. So now you gonna throw a fit about that?

[Frank shoves the front door open, stepping inside followed by Michael. Both men immediately glare at Jax comfortably resting on the couch, one of his shoes now perched on the coffee table. Frank’s eyes zero in on the shoe before he makes his way over, kicking it off with a booted foot.]

Frank (growling): She don't like shoes on the furniture, asshole. Stop fuckin' the place up.

Michael (speaking to Matt but glaring at Jax): This the bastard ya said been stayin' here while we were gone? Looks like a right prick.

Jax (expression darkening as he leans forward on the couch): Seems to me none of you fuckers were comforting enough over the past few weeks.

Frank (jaw tightening): Better watch your goddamn mouth, blondie.

Michael (glancing at Matt as he stalks his way to the couch beside Frank): The hell are ya wearin'? What happened to the red suit?

Matt (smirking and unphased): I'm doing something here, just trust me.

Frank (still focused on Jax): What makes you think you're so damn comforting? The fuck you know about the stress of raisin' kids?

Bella (rubbing my forehead as I make my way into the room): Would you all just quiet down? I've got a migraine that's been a persistent pain in my ass for over two and a half months and the yelling isn't helping. Also, Jax has two kids, Frank.

Michael (quirking a brow at me at the information): Ya really got a type there, don't ya, love?

Bella: Okay, ha ha, morally gray men are my weakness. Especially if they're dads. Now can y'all play nice while my brain tries to boot back up? It's been months since I've written or edited anything and the arguing isn't helping. So just, like, get comfortable with each other right now, alright?

Jax (smug as he puts a foot back up on the coffee table): Oh, I'm getting real nice and cozy, darlin'.

[Frank grunts and kicks his foot off the coffee table again.]

Frank: Watch it before I get curious to see how flammable your hair is.

Michael (resting a hand on Frank’s shoulder and shaking his head): Not helpin' things, Frank. Just ignore him.

Bella: Great. So just...play nice for a bit. Okay?

[All of them give each other unsteady looks, clearly knowing that's not about to happen.]

Bella (glancing over at Matt): And you just...stay in that.

Matt (a satisfied smirk curling up his lips): Sure thing, sweetheart.

[carefreecoffee]

Fluffotber Day 30: Halloween party w/ Bakugou Katsuki

Word count: 3.5k, Female reader

All of class 1-A had put together an annual halloween party. Students being joyful and excited as they dress down as their favorite monsters, punch set up and candy strewn about. The music was loud and melodic as it flowed through the common rooms.

You were in your dorm getting ready for the party, checking out your outfit in the mirror. The material hugging your body comfortably; this year you were a witch! A cute one at that, with spider web stockings and matching sleeves, a green and black bug printed top with a black skirt that flowed whenever you walked. It was perfect; especially with the hat you wore that accentuated your character.

You were satisfied, making your way to the elevator swiftly as the bass from the music moved through the floor to your feet.

Bakugou is already downstairs, dressed in a cheap 'zombie' outfit, complete with fake blood splatter on areas of his body, he looks bored, as he leans against the wall, drinking punch from a paper cup.

As soon as the elevator opens, you leap off excitedly, greeting everyone. The others greet you, but Bakugou just stares you up and down as you walk on over. His eyes linger over your costume for a moment before he looks up at your face, raising an eyebrow.

You chuckle as Mina compliments you and talks about how she put her costume together. Bakugou watches the two of you for a moment, before he starts to slowly make his way over to you, hands shoved in his pockets as he approaches.

"Nice costume." He says dryly, tilting his head to the side as he scans you up and down. He had to admit, black suited you, it made the dress you were wearing look more elegant and the red spider web arm sleeves added a pop of color.

You turned, the gruff voice already giving you a clue as to who it was. “Ah, thanks Bakugou!” Bakugou Katsuki. Your crush since… How long? You couldn't quite remember but damn was he stuck in your head. Your composure faltered slightly around him however you felt at ease nonetheless, like a game of tug-o-war.

"Yeah, whatever." He grumbles, shoving his hands back in his pockets as he stands awkwardly next to you, as Mina continues to talk your ear off, her own costume being a fierce black cat. Simple but effective.

You chat for a little while before moving to the drink tables, your voice becoming so hoarse already. Bakugou watches you walk off over to the table that held all of the drinks, a small smirk dancing on his lips. He waits a moment, letting you pour yourself a drink into a plastic cup before he appears next to you, leaning against the table, arms folded.

You meet his gaze, “Oh hey!” He stares at you for a moment, his gaze still lingering over your outfit. "So, why a witch? Couldn't think of anything better to wear?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, at least i didn't just rip some clothing and throw blood on me and call it a day” You retort, crossing your arms and taking a sip of the red punch.

"Hey! I'll have you know this took time and effort!" He protests, putting a hand on his chest feigning hurt before his smirk returns, folding his arms as well. "At Least i look intimidating. Who's scared of a cute little witch, huh?"

You gasp dramatically, “Oh noooo! How could i?” He rolls his eyes, a small smile on his lips at your dramatics, before he pokes your side gently. "You're an idiot." he jokes, still smiling a bit.

“Woah is THE Bakugou smiling?” You jab at him playfully, knowing how to rile him up the best.

He scoffs, shoving your shoulder gently. "Shut up! I'm not smiling, you're hallucinating."

“Woah. gaslighting me now huh? Alright” You stifle a laugh as you go around him to retreat back to where everyone had been dancing. "It's not gaslighting if it's the truth!" He retorts, turning his body to face you, raising an eyebrow as you move around him. "Where do you think you're going, huh?"

“To have fun! Try it sometime” You then disappear into the see of 1-A, the purple and orange lights illuminating the space around you.

He raises an eyebrow as you join in dancing with the others. "I'm having plenty of fun watching you make a fool of yourself." He calls out, although the small smile on his face betrayed his words.

He watches you dance for a moment, still leaning against the wall. He'd rather die than be seen dancing in front of everyone else and humiliate himself, but he couldn't help but admit that the way your body moved was mesmerizing to watch. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying not to make it obvious he had been practically ogling you.

Suddenly a voice snaps him out of his thoughts. "You're staring again, BakuBro." He groans, turning his head to the side, to see Kirishima standing next to him, a cheesy grin on his face.

"I'm not staring, idiot." He lies, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away, the tips of his ears turning a faint red. Kirishima just laughs, shaking his head a bit. "Sure you aren't. You've been watching her for pretty much the entire night, you know." He teased, nudging his friend with his elbow. Bakugou just scoffs, refusing to look at him.

"So what if I looked at her? It's not a big deal." He says gruffly, folding his arms, watching you dance again. Kirishima just smirks, chuckling as he watches his friend's behavior. "You're seriously bad at hiding crushes dude. I can practically see you drooling from here." Kirishima teases, poking Bakugou's side.

You glance over haphazardly at the two boys from the crowd, the grin ever-present on your face. “Come on you two!” Bakugou looks at you, a little flustered at the fact that you had caught him watching you, but his expression was quickly replaced with a scowl in an attempt to look unbothered. "Hah?! No, I'm fine here." he retorts, folding his arms and looking away stubbornly.

Kirishima just laughs, shaking his head "You're just afraid to embarrass yourself on the dance floor aren't you?" he teases, nudging his friend again. You shuffle out of the crowd before walking to the boys, “Come on!”

Bakugou eyes you as you approach, a little flustered, but he still keeps his usual scowl on his face. "Hell no. I don't dance." He says bluntly, shaking his head, Kirishima standing nearby, watching the interaction go down.

“Please?” Bakugou grits his teeth, hating how pleading your voice sounded. He glances at Kirishima, who was mouthing at him to say yes, before his gaze returns to you. "Tch-…fine. But just one dance." Your face lights up as you wrap your hand onto his arm, pulling him towards the crowd.

He nearly trips over, caught off guard as you grab his arm and practically drag him towards the dance floor. "H-Hey! Watch it would you?!" He huffs, trying to keep his cool demeanor, as to not look like an idiot in front of everyone. “Loosen up a bit! One dance is all I ask!”

"Ugh- I don't know how to dance, idiot!" He protests, but he tries to awkwardly move with you, letting you lead the dance, as he glares at the floor, trying not to step on your toes. You begin to move his arms with the beat of the song, keeping coordination. He slowly starts to loosen up as you move his arms, but he still looks embarrassed as hell, his face a light shade of pink. "This is stupid." he grumbles under his breath, but he can't deny the fact that he is secretly enjoying it.

You roll your eyes at his pessimism before singing along with the tune that plays around you. He can't help but smile a little as you sing along to the lyrics, his movements becoming more natural as you dance. "You sound like a dying animal when you sing." He teases jokingly, trying to cover up the fact that he finds your singing adorable.

You scoff, slapping his chest. “Rude!” He laughs a little as you smack his chest, watching your dress flow as you twirl around. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He mutters, his heart fluttering at how graceful and beautiful you look when in motion.

The song ends, you try catching your breath, letting go of his arms and redirecting them to your hips. “See? Fun” You give him a small smile, “Phew, i need a break”

He can't help but feel a little disappointed as you let go of him, stepping back and putting his hands in his pockets. He tries to remain his usual nonchalant demeanor, but the small smirk on his lips betrays him. "Tch. Yeah, I guess it was kind of fun." He mumbles, pretending to look off in the distance, to hide the fact that he was still staring at you, watching your chest rise and fall as you try to catch your breath.

Bakugou watches as you walk back to the more spacious area of the party, he stays in the crowd for a moment longer, trying to shake the weird feeling in his chest before he also walks out, his eyes locked on you. He stands a few feet away from you, hands still shoved in his pockets, but he doesn't say anything, just observing you from afar. Was that… too weird?

You gather back at the punch table, getting another drink. As you do you feel a tap on your shoulder. “Oh hey Kiri!”

Kirishima grins widely at you as you approach. "Hey Y/N! You look good tonight, I love the costume." he says, nodding at your costume, before he glances over at Bakugou who was watching the two of you, with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Ah, thank you! Yours is cool as well!” You gesture to his spider costume, the legs connecting to his actual arms. "Thanks! So, you having fun tonight?" he asks, taking a sip from his own cup of punch.

“Definitely, I just got Bakugou to dance. By the way, really good music choices, tell Jirou I said she did a great job!” Kirishima laughs, clearly amused by the fact that you had gotten Bakugou to dance. "He actually danced? Wow. But yeah, I'll be sure to tell her. She'll be happy to hear that." I thank him, sipping my drink once more.

He nods, before his smile turns into a smirk, and he lowers his voice a bit, to avoid the others from overhearing. "You know, I think the reason he even agreed to dance with you was because he's completely smitten with you." he whispers, chuckling.

You were a little taken aback, your face heating about 100 notches, “S-smitten?!”

"Yep, smitten alright. I've never seen him lose his cool like that over a person before.. well, until you came along anyways." He glanced over at Bakugou who was now pretending to be talking to Kaminari, but every few seconds he would look back at you, like he was making sure you were still there.

You glanced at Bakugou before looking back at Kirishima, mouth agape. “You're joking.”

He shakes his head, his smirk never leaving his face "Nope, dead serious. I swear, he turns into a literal puddle whenever you're around. Even now, he can't take his eyes off of you." He discreetly nods in Bakugou's direction.

Sure enough, Bakugou looks like a deer in headlights, caught in the act of watching you, again, as soon as you look at him. He looks away almost immediately, scratching the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant, but the redness creeping up his ears betrays him.

You look back at Kirishima, awestruck. “HOLY SHIT DUDE-” He laughs at your reaction, grinning widely, clearly enjoying himself. "See? I told you, he's completely whipped for you."

“No way!” You couldn't believe it- no. 1-A’s blast boy did NOT have a crush on you… did he..?

"It's true! He's always watching you, and he gets jealous so damn easily. I swear, every time you talk to another guy, he puffs up like an angry cat." He laughs again. You laugh with him before bidding goodbye. You needed time to calm down, your heart rate quickening at the perspective thought.

He smiles at you one last time before you walk off, leaving him standing alone. Meanwhile, Bakugou has been watching your entire interaction with Kirishima, his mind racing, panicking at the fact that Kirishima had been practically shouting to you about his little crush, and that you hadn't rejected the idea entirely.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched you walk around the party. Kirishima's words are playing on repeat in his mind, and he clenches his hands into fists, the thought of losing you to someone else, because he couldn't confess his feelings, causing a feeling of panic to rise in his chest.

Over the course of 2 hours, the party died down a bit, your energy wearing thin. You decided to bid adieu to your classmates, finally waving to Mina as you stepped on the elevator. Before you could press the button, you see a pair of shoes reach your vision. “Bakugou? Are you heading back too?” Bakugou stops a few feet away from you, looking at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets. "Uh, yeah. I'm heading back to my room. You too, huh?"

You nod, shifting to give him room within the elevator. He hesitates for a moment before stepping into the elevator with you. The atmosphere between the two of you is a bit awkward, neither of you speak as he presses the button to his floor and the elevator starts moving.

Bakugou can't take the silence, the tension between the two of you making him feel like he's going to burst, so he clears his throat, looking away from you, his fingers drumming against his thigh nervously. "So.. uh.. fun party, huh?" He says, mentally facepalming at how stupid he sounds. Great job Katsuki, making it even more awkward than it already was.

You nod with a ‘yep’, the air tense. You knew something he didn't know and the silence was just solidifying it. He can feel your eyes on him, almost like you were studying him, and it makes him insanely restless. What was going through your mind right now? Are you still thinking about what Kirishima said? Did it change the way you view him? Questions were swirling in his mind before he finally spoke again, just trying to fill the silence. He sighs heavily, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair, making it even more untidy.

"Why're you staring at me like that anyway?"

You avert your gaze to the floor, “Nothing nothing” He doesn't believe your answer, that was clearly a lie, but he isn't sure if he should push further or not. He lets out another heavy sigh, the silence between the two of you starting to drive him crazy. He glances at you, watching as you stare at the floor, your expression unreadable, and the curiosity gets the better of him. "It's clearly not 'nothing'. Spit it out."

You took a deep breath, deciding to take the blunt route if anything else wasn't going to work. Just rip it off like a bandaid. “Bakugou, do you…like me?”

He almost chokes on his own spit, his heart skipping a few beats as you asked. His mind goes blank for a second, all of his previous thoughts disappearing as he freezes up, staring at you in a mix of panic and shock. After a few seconds of him just gaping at you like a fish out of water, he finally finds his voice again, spluttering as his face flushes red. "W-What? Where'd you get that idea from?"

Your eyes widened as you put your hands up in defense. “Sorry! I was just talking to Kirishima and- oh my god i'm so sorry!”

He blinks a few times, still trying to process your question. "Wait, Kiri- that damn shitty hair told you something, didn't he?" He grits out, realization setting in, and his face getting even redder, if that was even possible. He groans loudly, putting his face in his hands, cursing Kirishima silently for not keeping his mouth shut. He knows there's no way he can lie out of this, so he looks back up at you, his face a mixture of frustrated, embarrassed, and flustered. He takes a deep breath, trying to gather his words before he speaks again.

"I.. uh.. yeah. Yeah, I like you. Kirishima was right. Dammit. Happy now?"

If somehow your eyes could get wider, they did. “Woah, really? I mean- yeah?”

He fidgets with his hands, avoiding eye contact, his ears and face burning up with embarrassment. "Yeah, really. Look, I.. I wasn't gonna say anything, but I guess that shitty haired bastard had other plans. Just.. don't tell anyone, okay?"

You nodded slowly, still in disbelief as you reached his floor. He sighs, his heart beating faster with each step towards his door. He glances at you, still a bit nervous that you might reject him now that you knew his secret, but he tries to cover it up as he walks up to his door, avoiding your eyes.

"Well, I guess this is my stop.. uh, goodnight I guess." You had noticed that you had absentmindedly followed him to his dorm. A bit embarrassed, you nod, “Yeah um goodnight… And Bakugou?”

He looks back at you briefly, his hand on the doorknob, he raises an eyebrow slightly, curious about what you're gonna say next. "Yeah?"

“Trick or treat?”

He stares at you with a blank expression for a moment, trying to process what the hell you just said. He wasn't expecting that. Once he does realize what you said, a small smile forms on his lips, and he rolls his eyes in amusement, a small laugh escaping his mouth. "Seriously? You just asked me that?"

“Come on! pick one”

Out of all the possible things you could say after finding out he has feelings for you, you ask him 'trick or treat'. It's just so random, and yet so you, and he can't help but admire your playful nature. He pretends like he has to think about it, even though he already knows his answer. "Hmm.. treat, I guess?"

You smiled smugly, tilting your head, “I like you too, dummy”

He freezes for a moment, his heart stopping altogether, before his brain processes your words, and the breath hitches in his throat. Once it did sink in, his face turns completely red again, and he can't help the small hopeful smile that forms on his lips. "Wait.. really? You do? You're not just screwing with me?"

You shake your head, “You asked for a treat”

He can't wrap his head around the fact that you actually just confessed you like him back. Out of all the possible outcomes of this night, this was the one he least expected, and yet it had happened. His heart is beating so fast, he's scared it might burst out of his chest. "I.. I can't believe it.. You-" He cuts himself off, taking a step closer to you, his eyes still wide with disbelief.

You chuckle, still feeling the heat from your cheeks rise to the surface. “Now you now i how i felt”

He laughs a little, leaning against the wall next to his door, trying to stay calm, and failing miserably. He looks down at you, a mixture of relief, disbelief, and happiness on his face, as he processes the fact that you returned his feelings. "I.. damn, I don't even know what to say. I've been trying to work up the courage to admit it to you for a while now, and here you go just saying you like me back. It's a little unfair, don't you think?" You shrug, mimicking his stance. “I personally think it was worth it”

He lets out a hearty chuckle reaching up to card his fingers through his hair, still shocked that this was actually happening, and not some dream he was gonna wake up from. "Yeah, it definitely was worth it. I've been going insane trying to figure out the best way to tell you. I really wasn't expecting this at all, let alone for you to confess to me first."

“Gotta keep you on your toes” You couldn't help the sheepish smile on your face, moving your hands behind your back to fiddle with them anxiously.

He huffs out another laugh, a smirk appearing on his face as he looks at you with a slightly cocky expression on his face. "You definitely do a good job at that. You never fail to surprise me.. and usually drive me up the damn wall while you're at it, but I guess… I guess that just means I'll never get bored of you."