#or like put a bunch of flowers in his beard

[pimosworld]

Pairing-Joel Miller x f!reader 

Summary- Joel’s a grump when it’s hot and also when he gets jealous. 

CW- 18+, No outbreak au, established relationship, mostly fluff, grumpy Joel, reader is not described, possessive Joel, family dynamics, illusions to smut, joel is down bad for reader. 

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 A/N- I can’t wait for summer so I wrote this little snippet into the life of the Joel I think about often. May do a spicy part two if the mood strikes me. 

[Main Masterlist][Joel Miller Masterlist]

Not beta read

Dog Days

He told you he’d behave. Begrudgingly and with promise that you’d make it up to him. That’s the only thought he clings to as he sits in this lawn chair that’s too small for him. The only seat away from everyone else so he doesn’t have to do the small talk thing. He can still see you though. Sun kissed and smiling at something Maria is saying. 

  He still doesn’t know how you do it, how you make it look so effortless even on the hottest day of the year. His shirt clings to him and he’s sweating in places he wouldn’t speak of out loud and you just stand there all heaven sent like it’s a different temperature in your world. 

  Your world bled into his before he knew what hit him. He started to enjoy sunsets and stopped to smell the flowers, because that’s what you liked to do and he quickly learned that anything that made you happy made him feel like the most fortunate man in the world. He’s fortunate to have you every morning, waking up curled into his side as you steal sleepy kisses along his chest and his arms. He pretends to be asleep for as long as he can until he’s so worked up he has to make you come at least twice before you extract yourselves from the bed. 

  That’s where he wants to be right now as he stares at some prehistoric bug that’s landed in his warm beer, flailing and hoping someone can put him out of his misery much like he hopes after being dragged to this godforsaken barbecue. Despite it being his own brother he would have gladly come up with any excuse not to be here. He loves his family but sometimes he couldn’t stand Tommy. 

  ‘Who has a party on the hottest day of the year?’ You laughed earlier as he grumbled about in the kitchen helping you pack away the things you prepared in the cooler. 

  ‘He can’t control the weather Joel. You know he’s excited about the new house.”You with your rational thought and kind heart. 

  ‘Who’s side are you on Darlin?’ He caged you in against the counter as he ran his hands up your thighs. You shiver under his touch and he knows it wouldn’t take much to convince you to stay home. 

  Your hands meet his as you pull them up higher, bunching your dress a little to reveal those cheeky shorts he couldn’t get enough of. You wrap his hands around your waist as you run yours up his arms and around his neck. His chocolate brown eyes are glazed over as you slowly put him under some trance. Your lips kiss that spot in his beard as your nails scratch at his scalp and he has to brace himself against the counter to keep himself grounded. ‘I’m always on your side Miller.’ 

  “What’s up with you brother?” Tommy slaps his back bringing him back to this fresh hell. A man can’t even day dream in peace. 

  “It’s hot.” He grumbles and goes to take a sip of his beer before he remembers and chucks it out on the grass. 

  Tommy licks his lips as a smirk pulls across his face, no doubt thinking of something to say that will have Joel flying off the handle. His niece is running towards them with the same look on her face to save him from his impending death. Wild black curls bouncing in her face to match her parents. 

  Tommy holds his arms out for his daughter but she crashes her small body into Joel as the weight of her hit causes a small creak in the lawn chair. A muffled hi uncle Joel is said into his shirt as Tommy stands there defeated. “You stayin out of trouble?” 

  She just shrugs her shoulders and offers her hand out to him. An ice cold Diet Coke she’s barely able to get her little hands around. A mystery smudge is on her shirt and her pants have seen better days. Tommy wanted a boy but he was pleasantly surprised when her little personality started to take hold and he quickly realized he had his hands full with this one. Her two front teeth are missing and the smile etched across her face is a mischievous one. “Thanks sweetheart.” Joel takes it from her, it’s still cold despite having traversed the lawn and been subjected to the warmth of her hands. He’ll wait a moment to open it, no doubt jostled as she ran over here. 

  “My mommy said you look hotter than h e double hockey sticks.” 

  “Izzy!” Tommy snaps at her and Joel can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. 

  “What…I spelled it. I didn’t say Hell.” She rolls her neck and he swears he can see Maria in that moment. 

  “Isabella.” Tommy’s voice drops an octave in warning as she backs away slowly with her hands raised. 

  She reminds him so much of Tommy when he was younger. It’s only fair that he gets a taste of his own medicine. When Joel met you the decision had already been made that you didn’t want kids and Sarah was almost in college and Joel didn’t want to start over. It was a relief to find someone that could love his child so fiercely despite it not being their own. Izzy came barreling into their lives shortly after Sarah left and you loved that little bundle of joy like it was the last thing on earth. 

  There’s little hints of you in her sprinkled throughout your time together. Her insistence on correcting people and their grammar, the way she defends others although you told her she should try to use her words more after she punched some kid on the playground for bullying a smaller kid. Joel may have had a hand in that one. 

  Joel cracks the can as Tommy drones on about repairs that need to be done to the house. He already knows what his brothers’ getting at and he doesn’t even need to ask…of course he’s going to help him take on whatever project needs to be done to get the house in order for the new baby. He knew Tommy was nervous before Izzy arrived and this brings on a whole new level of responsibility. They were so grateful they’d found a house down the street from you and Joel with just two months to spare before this new bundle arrived. 

  He takes a sip of the bubbly cold drink, the sweetness is slightly off. You swore he wouldn’t be able to tell but of course he can. His doctor told him to cool it on the sodas and he made the mistake of telling you. You care so much…too much. You called his brother and Maria and now they’re watching him like a hawk so he has to sneak the ones with real sugar like a junky getting his fix. 

  In the brief moments he’d been graced by Tommy’s presence he lost sight of you. His eyes scan the large backyard, the kids playing in some dirt mound, some guys from the job site ribbing each other by the grill. You and Maria are by the cooler with some mystery man while you rub her swollen belly. His eyes roam down your body as you bend over to lay a kiss to it and whisper sweet words to your soon to be niece or nephew. 

  You stand and try to adjust the strap on that dress he loves so much. You’re always complaining about how the straps never stay up and he supposes you keep it just for him. He’ll have to remember to burn it when you get home as he grits his teeth and watches the man get an obvious look down the front of your dress. 

  “Who’s that?” Joel juts his chin toward the end of the yard as Tommy squints his eyes. 

  “Don’t.” 

  “I just asked his goddamn name Tommy.” He huffs at his brother and he just shakes his head. The heat was already getting to him before and now it’s at a fever pitch. 

  “His name is James, we just hired him.” Tommy holds his arms out in a mock satisfaction and Joel’s not in the mood for his theatrics. 

  “We? Hired him.” Joel shifts and he hears the chair creak again. He stands up abruptly not wanting to be flat on his ass because of his brother's crappy lawn furniture. 

  “Yes Joel…remember you put me in charge of staffing the site?” 

  Joel just hums under his breath as he crosses his arms over his chest. He’ll have to remember to start vetting the candidates again if this is the type of people Tommy’s got working for them. 

  The man is crossing the lawn towards them with a presidential smile and Joel’s already pissed. He greets Tommy and offers his hand to Joel as he begins to introduce himself. 

  “James is it?” Joel squeezes the man's hand a little too tight as he winces. Tommy retreats not wanting to be a witness to whatever Joel was going to say or do. At this point he knew there was no stopping him. 

  “Mr. Miller, it’s nice to meet you.” He doubts that and he can tell by the look on his face that he’s already sorely regretting walking over here. 

  “You don’t really have an eye for jewelry do ya?” Joel cocks his head waiting for an answer, an easy trap to set for a simpleton like James. There’s no right answer. Not when he’s got his teeth sunk into him. “See I noticed almost immediately that there’s a ring on your finger.” He gestures to the man’s hand and holds up his own. “You didn’t seem to notice my wife’s hand when you were eye fuckin the shit out of her.” 

  “Hi Honey.” Your sweet voice hits his ears as your hand travels up his arm, working your way behind his neck to rub that spot that seems to always make him deflate. 

  James uses this momentary distraction to run away with his tail tucked. 

  “You behavin?” You purr at him as he drops his head down to let you run your fingers through his hair. 

  “Always sugar.” His words slurred a little as he succumbed to your touch. You’re like a sedative the way you seep into his veins and put him in a trance like state. 

  He can’t see your eyebrows raised at him as you scan the backyard for the offending party. “Come on Miller, let’s get you home and cool you off before someone gets fired.” 

  He starts to speak but you shush him with your finger placed gently on his mouth. A quick glance over your shoulder and you lean up kissing him deep. It almost takes him by surprise how you still have this effect on him. No longer concerned with the heat or the stress at work or his brother’s constant annoyance. You can silence all those thoughts with just a taste of your lips. You break away when you hear the whoops coming from Tommy and Joel grumbles under his breath. 

  The strap on your shoulder slides down and you sigh a little as Joel runs his finger underneath, feeling your smooth skin turn to goosebumps. It’s intoxicating the way he knows he has that same effect on you. He’s smirking to himself as he reaches behind you and adjusts the strap, getting a glimpse down the front and the soft swell of your breast. 

  “Looks like you and James have something in common.” You laugh as he scowls at you, the kind of laugh that has tears at the corner of your eyes. 

  “Don’t push it darlin.” 

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[darsynia]

Heyyy. I hope ur requests are open. Anyways. Can I get a shot of tequila w/ Steve Rogers and the reader reunited after like 6 months apart because he went on the run and didn’t want to disrupt her life. Like maybe she was on Tony’s side in Civil War but helped Steve anyway because they were together since CA:WS. She tracks him down in Switzerland and he comes home to the safe house to see her heels by the door like they usually would be back in New York. Then he sees her sitting in the dark, save for the fireplace, and they argue about how he can try to leave but she will find him everytime because she loves him. So they have some “reunion fun” and maybe after, they’re having some pillow talk where she’s worried that he’s been with other women in 6 months apart. because let’s be fair, we can’t blame her. have you seen the nomad-hair ‘n beard?… 😭

Thanks for the request, nonnie! I couldn't work in the very last bit, but hopefully you'll enjoy. Rating is NC-17, minors DNI. 1,800 words. (I forgot to add, 180F is a good temperature for green tea--and yeah, a kettle would be in C probably but bear with me for the metaphor ❤️)

180

The chilly wind is not the reason Steve feels cold on his walk home. He’s living in a fully furnished home for the first time in six months, but nothing about the space feels welcoming. He can’t settle. Somehow the many barracks he’s lived in over the years made him feel more comfortable, and he knows the reason why.

You’re not there.

The thought stings, and he grits his teeth, keeping his eyes on the road. The last thing he wants to do is look familiar, and maybe that’s the problem. If he’s not allowed to be Steve Rogers, no amount of handmade quilts and cozy living room furniture will make him feel at home.

He rounds the corner, pulling out his key with a half of a block to go. The rental is quiet, out of the way, obscure, even. Half the time even he struggles to find it. From three houses away, he sees a pair of deep red heels next to his front door, as incongruous among the quaint townhomes in Willisau as a palm tree. The spasm in his chest isn’t something the serum in his veins can heal, but Steve tells himself nothing’s really there. He’s imagined your shoes waiting outside of almost every place he’s laid his head since he left, and now it’s Switzerland’s turn.

He studiously ignores his lintel as he unlocks the door and goes inside.

 Steve’s sure he’s right when everything is the same as he’d left it. You've never failed to leave your personal touch in his living spaces--a hand knit scarf hung next to his coats, a delicate bunch of flowers on the table in a vase he'd long ago forgotten he owned.

The orange of sunset stretches across the floor from a back window, and he can smell the tang of woodsmoke, a familiar occurrence in this neighborhood. It isn't until he puts his shoes and keys away and pads into the kitchen that he finally realizes he’s not alone.

The smoke smell isn’t from outside. The fireplace is lit, and when Steve steps into the doorway, he sees a familiar, precious silhouette. Even though you have to have heard him, you don’t turn around, so he chooses discretion as the better part of valor. You’ve always said a warm cup of tea is comforting after a long day, and it has been that.

He sets the temperature on the kettle, places two mugs, and then goes looking for tea, concern and frustration growing. You've never not greeted him, but those had always followed a goodbye, something Steve hadn't had the courtesy to give when he'd left. The first two cabinets yield nothing, and you haven’t spoken or come in, yet.

Then, suddenly, you’re there, walking in and showing him exactly where the tea is, right in time for the kettle’s finishing beep. You’ve always been like that, exactly what he needs at exactly the right time, and that hasn’t changed. It’s damning and loving all at once.

Steve grabs at one of the tins, but you set a light hand on his, leaving it there are you say something about temperatures and tea leaves. He’s barely listening, focused on the way your touch has jump-started his heart, his lungs, and… everything else.

“Steve!” you say, snatching your hand back and giving him an affectionate, frustrated look. It’s more the latter than the former, but at this point he’s parched soil grateful for a slight drizzle. “Did you hear any of that? I asked what temperature you set the kettle.”

“Uh, whatever the default is?”

Brand new to this kitchen though you are, you pick it up and start it again, noting that the water bubbles up right away. “208 is my guess. That’s too hot for this. It’s green.”

Steve very much wants to point out that all tea is green, but he knows better. Instead, he says, “We can pour it out and start over?”

You look at him for a long moment, your body a foot and several hard conversations away, and finally nod. Neither of you say anything as the new water heats up, but Steve feels the metaphorical distance between the two of you narrow as you breathe each other’s air for the first time in forever.

When the kettle finally sounds, it’s somehow familiar. In his head Steve feels another timer go off, and he heeds it.

“I’m--” he starts to say, but you interrupt.

“I know.”

To hide his apprehension, Steve grabs the sugar, a spoon, and an amused look. “You don’t know what I was going to say!”

“I know all of them. You’re sorry. You’re not coming home. You’re doing this for my own good. You’re lonely.”

“You’re right.”

“I know.”

The two of you settle next to each other on the couch with a not inconsiderable amount of painful distance between you. That doesn’t translate to the conversation, though. It’s full of honesty (“I didn’t want to leave. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I’m not done with the things that need to be done, and it’s not safe for you here.”) from both sides  (“You’re physically gone and I hate that, but emotionally, I know you don’t want to let me go. I’m always with you, and I’ll always find you. There’s no one that can keep me safer than you can.”).

Once the tea’s long gone and the fire has died down to embers, neither of you have said the most important words, the healing words. 

Finally you whisper them, tears welling up in your eyes. “Steve, I love you. It doesn’t have to be like this.”

He opens his mouth, certain of his mission, as sacrificial as it is--but you slide up beside him, warm and loving and his.

“It can be like this,” you rasp, sliding your hand along his chest and up into his hair to pull his lips down to yours.

Steve groans in gratitude, angling his head in welcome and grasping at your hips to drag you onto his lap where you belong. He sends up a prayerful apology to any member of his family that still checks the earthly realm to watch him live a sinless life. Today is not that day. 

You’re wearing soft dress pants, just loose enough for him to slide his hand past your waistband, thumbing caresses along the heat of your inner thigh until your hitching ‘yes’ of a sigh gives him more explicit permission. He’d missed your body, missed this, the warm slick of your welcoming folds, the way you gasp and tense when he strokes you. This angle shouldn’t work, but he’s strong, and he knows how much you love that, so he nuzzles the join between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in.

You release your deathgrip on his shirt to snake your hand up into his hair, dragging your fingernails deliciously against his scalp. Your movements are imprecise and shaky, a testament to his own erotic movements, and Steve groans aloud at the realization. The timbre of your voice as you whisper his name hints at how close to orgasm you are, and he takes the opportunity to escalate his onslaught.

“Let go, sweetheart,” he whispers against your skin, thrusting his fingers inside at unpredictable intervals to prolong your pleasure. You have always both loved and hated that, wanting instead to lose yourself in the rhythm of predictable movements--but your most vocal climaxes come just like this.

Steve backs off again, and you roll your hips, tempting him to return. “I’ll never let go,” you growl, pushing off just far enough to start unbuckling his pants. “You should know that.”

It’s an inflection point, and though Steve’s a soldier, he doesn’t fight you. You’d been so close your whole body had started to tremble, but instead of taking what you could from him and then shifting the mood, you’d taken the route of self-sacrifice. Those thoughts flee the battlefield when you urge him to lift up enough to tug his pants out of the way. Impatience sings through his veins. He wants to take charge and--

“Oh,” he says. The whole world shifts from black and white to color as you slide down between his legs, taking him in your mouth. He’s almost too sensitive for this, grabbing a fistful of the couch instead of your hair, knowing his own strength. You anchor yourself with a hand grasping that same forearm, moaning as you suck as if feeling the flex of his muscles is itself erotic.

Steve knows the whining noise he can hear is coming from his own throat, but doesn’t care about anything but the surging joy of this moment. You know exactly how to work him, adding everything he loves about you, about the ‘us’ he’d wanted to build with you. When he’s almost, almost there, when he knows your next move would be a deep-throated encouragement to spill in your mouth, you pull back.

The lesson is sharp and warranted, but Steve’s trust doesn’t waver. He looks down at you--‘submissive’ at his feet but fully in charge of the moment--and nods. I get it. Your light smile and little squeeze of his arm before you get up feels more like home than anything in months.

“I love you,” he says, and means it more than he ever, ever has.

“Hasn’t anyone told you not to say that in the middle of sex?” you tease, moving fluidly to shed the rest of your clothing. The only thing you keep on is your electric blue bra, and Steve lets out a tiny little noise of want when he sees it. It’s his favorite. Eight months ago you’d tried to get rid of it and he’d snatched it up out of the ‘to toss’ pile and buried it in his drawer, the drawer you’d given him in your bedroom for when he slept over.

He hadn’t wanted to leave it behind, to leave you behind, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time. Now, looking at your sultry, challenging expression, he truly understands the mistake he made.

Steve opens his mouth to tell you how beautiful you look in the firelight, how sorry he is that he ever thought he could walk away to make your life safer, how--

“Prove it, soldier,” you tell him. The words are confident, but there’s a waver in your tone that he put there.

He reaches for you, pulling you onto him, into him, straight through his skin, your sighs writing your name on his heart. It's exactly where you, where he belongs. The result is a rolling boil, a volley of exploding shells, a Brooklyn apartment with a pair of red heels at the door.

It’s been a battle, but he’s home.

Note: I misremembered boiling point, embarrassingly. Fixed.

[callsign-mayhem]

heartbreak feels so good (part 2)

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader Word count: 3861 CW: Shitty ex-boyfriends, slow burn, angst, fluff

Part One Part Three

Your boyfriend's callsign is Viper, which is fitting. Bradley doesn't know how much longer he can watch this man destroy you, but luckily for him, he doesn't have to wait too long.

Use of Y/N, but no description of reader. THIS IS A MULTI-PART FIC.

The eerie silence of your apartment woke you that morning. Either it was never usually this quiet, or you just hadn’t noticed it when Elijah stayed over. There had been a few occasions over the weekend where you’d noticed differences like this, and you wondered when and if it got any easier to deal with. 

You had awoken with your childhood teddy bear tucked beneath your chin. Somewhat disoriented, you sat up and glanced around the room. Your phone was charging on your nightstand with a glass of water and a Post-It next to it. That’s when it hit you that Bradley had been here the night before. You must have fallen asleep on the sofa during your wallowing sesh, which meant he’d carried you to bed. Ted was staring at you accusingly as though he’d noticed how your heartbeat stuttered once, twice, and then righted itself. 

Burning with curiosity, you reached over and grabbed the orange Post-It, reading what you could only assume were Bradley’s words hungrily. His handwriting was atrocious, as wonky as his voice was raspy.

Getting Starbs. Be back soon x

Well, that explained that one. For the second morning in a row, you’d woken up feeling rough, although you didn’t feel as bad as yesterday. Yesterday, crawling out of bed had felt more like crawling out of the pits of hell. Today, you knew that Bradley was coming back with coffee—after having slept over—and while this was confusing, it gave you something to think about aside from Elijah. 

You took a cold shower to reset your central nervous system, using all your fancy products in an attempt to make yourself feel better. It only partially worked, so you decided to put on one of your favourite outfits, which had the tendency to make you appear more confident than you actually felt. Now seemed as good a time as any to buy into the fake it till you make it movement. 

When you ventured into the living room, you noticed that the nest you had built on the sofa was still intact, although it had been moved around slightly to serve as a makeshift bed. This must have been where Bradley spent the night after he’d tucked you in. Something about this was hard to accept, and as you stood there staring at the pillows and duvet, you tried to come up with an explanation as to why he’d stayed. As you cycled through the possibilities, the same part of your brain that believed you weren’t worthy of anyone better than Elijah started trying to convince you that Bradley was going to do the same thing he had. Or worse, he was just pitying you. 

These were the kinds of tricks your brain liked to play on you, and usually, it was successful, but this time you were interrupted. Someone was knocking on your front door, presumably Bradley, who didn’t have a key. It dawned on you too late that you’d given Bradley your spare yesterday evening when he’d told you he might go out and grab coffee in the morning, and you were turning the handle before you could really register what this meant. 

It had only been a few days, but you’d forgotten just how disarming Elijah was. He was standing in the hallway with a bunch of beautiful red roses, dressed in your favourite outfit of his: black cargos, one of his band tees and his beat-up Docs. You could smell his aftershave from where you stood, and he’d obviously had a haircut and beard trim before coming to see you. 

Both relief and dread flooded you simultaneously, and you were torn between slamming the door in his face or collapsing into his arms, flowers be damned. 

‘El,’ you croaked. ‘What’re you doing here?’

He smiled sheepishly, holding out the flowers so you could take them. They smelled like second chances and summer romance. ‘Went to that market we used to go to this morning and saw these. They made me think of you, so I thought you should have them.’

‘T-thanks?’

‘I know it’s out of the blue, but I thought we should talk.’ He said all of this so calmly— cool as a cucumber—as if this were the most natural thing in the world. As if you were going to discuss the weather and not his narcissistic tendencies. ‘I might have overreacted.’

You scoffed. ‘What was your first clue?’

Elijah rolled his eyes. ‘I didn’t come here to fight. I came to apologise, Y/N. Maybe there’s something here worth salvaging.’

And didn’t this happen every single time? He fucked up on a monumental scale, only realised because of your reaction, and apologised because he knew that’s what he was supposed to do, not because he saw any issues with his behaviour. He’d promise to work on it, you’d believe him, and then the cycle would start all over again. After dealing with it for a year, you were only just becoming aware of the ways he manipulated you, ways that would probably still work if you gave him enough time.

The scary part is that you were considering letting him despite the newly reawakened, sane part of your brain screaming at you not to.

‘Y/N?’ 

Oh God. No, no, no, no.

Bradley Bradshaw had materialised behind Elijah in all his golden glory, two coffees in hand, aviators perched on the tip of his perfect nose. He was wearing shorts and a black tank top, so clearly, he’d popped home to change clothes. To top it off, he was doused in a light sheen of sweat that glistened underneath the lights in the hallway. 

The sane part of your brain was relieved to see him, but the part that Elijah controlled was about to implode. Your hands felt clammy, and your throat was thick with nerves, making it incredibly difficult to talk. 

Elijah spun around. Even though he now had his back to you, you had a pretty good idea of what his face looked like. His shoulders tensed up and you watched him squeeze both of his hands into fists. 

‘What the fuck?’

‘El, it’s not what it looks like, he-’

Elijah spun around. His anger was an almost tangible thing. He’d always struggled with it, what with having undiagnosed and unmedicated ADHD, and it could be terrifying. He also liked using it as an excuse when he acted out, claiming he couldn’t help it. 

Bradley seemed relatively calm. You knew it was a front, that he wanted to rip Elijah’s head off, but that would end up hurting you, so he was reigning it in for your benefit. 

Elijah was glancing between you and Bradley, nostrils flaring and jaw set with anger. Briefly, you locked eyes with Bradley but couldn’t determine what emotions were hidden there.

‘Not that it’s any of your business, Viper,’ Bradley started. ‘But I’m here helping Y/N through a tough time. We’re friends, and that’s what friends do.’ 

‘Not sure why she’s having a tough time.’ Elijah spat. ‘I’m the one getting sent pictures of his girlfriend walking down the beach with another guy. Do you have any idea how that made me look?’ 

‘Maybe it should’ve been you, then. Oh, wait,’ Bradley smiled sarcastically. ‘You were too busy ghosting her because she went out with her friends.’

‘I don’t need to stand here and listen to this. Who the fuck do you think you are, man? This has nothing to do with you.’

‘Elijah.’ You warned.

‘And you’re defending this guy now, Y/N? What the fuck is wrong with you?’

‘That’s enough.’

‘No, I’m not done. Because I wanna know what you think gives you the right-’

Bradley sidestepped Elijah and handed you the two iced coffees. You stood there dumbly, unable to do anything.

‘I’m her friend, that’s what gives me the right. I’m the one who’s gonna pick up all the fucking pieces.’

Elijah was trying to square up to Bradley, but he was a fair bit shorter, so it just looked pathetic. 

‘Pick up all the pieces of what? Her broken heart?’ Elijah laughed bitterly. ‘Boo fucking hoo. If she weren’t such a slut, we’d still be together. It’s her own fault.’

Bradley Bradshaw wasn’t a violent person. It was a last resort for him, so when he slammed Elijah into the wall, you knew it was because he’d been pushed way beyond his limit by that last comment. 

Elijah shoved Bradley off him and swung, clipping the side of his face and causing him to stagger back. Bradley took a second to right himself and, with a great heaving breath, swung back hard. You squeezed your eyes shut, but the sound of Bradley’s fist meeting Elijah’s nose was loud enough that you could still picture it vividly. It reminded you of the sound of gravel getting crushed underneath the tyres of the Bronco or the eggshells you’d spent the last year walking over to spare Elijah’s feelings. 

The sound seemed to snap you out of your helpless daze.

‘That’s enough!’ You yelled. 

The bin bag containing Elijah’s belongings was next to the front door so you’d remember to take it to work the next day. You grabbed it and threw it at Elijah, who just about managed to catch it before it hit him in the face. 

‘I don’t wanna see your face around here again.’ You said bitterly. ‘And I don’t want any rumours going around base about Bradley and me because this breakup is all your fault. You’re the one who couldn’t get his act together.’

‘And if you ever call her a slut—or anything else—again, I’ll make sure you never fly for the navy again.’

You meant every word of it, but it was still difficult to look Elijah in the eye one last time before he walked out of your life for good. It was hard because you’d still loved a version of this man, laughed, cried, and talked for hours with him. And if he’d managed to admit to a few of his shortcomings, work on them and maybe go to therapy for his unhealed trauma, you’d probably still be laughing, crying and talking with him. 

You would have probably married him. 

But he would never admit to having shortcomings, never take the time to work on things, and therapy was out of the question. Love is only a small part of what makes a relationship work, and when it came to your relationship with Elijah, your love for him was the only thing keeping it going. Most days, this wasn’t even enough. 

You half expected him to say something else, but he seemed to know better. Clutching the bin bag full of his belongings, Elijah skulked off down the hallway, and you watched uneasily until he disappeared around the corner, finally leaving you and Bradley alone.

You released a shaky breath, and Bradley pulled you into a hug so comforting that you just about melted. He smelled of sunshine, clean cotton, and Bleu De Chanel, and you had to refrain from inhaling. 

‘I leave you for half hour, and that dick shows up.’ Bradley murmured. 

You could hear the smile in his voice, which was also a comfort. After a scene like that, the last thing on Elijah’s mind would have been comforting you. Even though Bradley was the one physically hurt, his priority was still taking care of you and keeping the mood light so you didn’t start spiralling. 

Reluctantly you pulled away from Bradley, not because you wanted to, but because you thought he deserved some breakfast after his morning heroics. 

‘Did he get your eye?’ You asked, concerned. 

‘No,’ Bradley smiled reassuringly. ‘Almost, but no.’

Once back inside, you set about making breakfast. Bradley was glancing around, somewhat disorientated, and you briefly worried if he had a concussion.

‘You good, Roo?’

‘Yeah, what happened to the coffees?’

‘Oh, they’re on the side where I keep my car keys. By the door.’

Bradley fetched the coffee and sat in his usual spot at the kitchen island. He was unharmed, but it was evident in the way he wouldn’t meet your eye that something was on his mind. While you cooked the bacon—having deja vu from yesterday—you thought about the best way to approach the situation. Bradley was entitled to feel some type of way about what had just happened, and he was under no obligation to share said feelings with you if he didn’t want to. After all he’d done for you, he was entitled to a few private thoughts. But something about the brooding look on his face made it hard to leave well enough alone, and all of a sudden, you found yourself wanting to know every thought—good and bad—going on inside his pretty little head. 

You lowered the heat on the stove and turned around to grab your coffee, making a point of trying to meet Bradley’s eye. The contact lasted about three seconds before he refocused his attention on his coffee cup, which had suddenly become very interesting. This man had tells, and you were going to learn them all. 

‘What’s wrong, Bradley? You can talk to me, you know?’

He shook his head slightly. ‘Nothing.’

‘Bullcrap. You can tell when I’m not being honest about how I feel, and guess what? It’s a two-way street. And just like you encourage me to talk about what’s bothering me, I’m encouraging you to do the same.’ 

‘I’ve created a monster.’ Bradley grinned.

‘You have. It’s your own fault, Bradshaw.’

‘It’s not a big deal,’ he said, sipping his iced latte. ‘I’ve just been trying to imagine what would’ve happened if I didn’t come at that exact moment.’

Your stomach twisted. ‘What do you mean?’

‘You were holding roses. That look on your face, Y/N… I think if I didn’t come back when I did, you would’ve let him in.’ 

‘That’s…’

He was gazing at you expectantly. 

‘...Ridiculous.’ You finished. 

‘See, I really wanna believe that,’ he smiled sadly. ‘But I know you well enough to know that you’re lying.’ 

You turned back around to face the stove, partly because you needed to flip the bacon and get started on the eggs and partly because you couldn’t keep the agony off your face. Because Bradley was right as usual—as much as it pained you to admit it, you would have eventually let Elijah in. 

‘It’s not as black and white as that.’

Bradley’s eyes were burning holes in the back of your head. It was extremely off-putting.

‘I know, Y/N. Nothing is.’

This caught your attention. You spun around and pointed the spatula at him accusingly. 

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You asked.

Bradley held his hands up. ‘Nothing, doll. I’m just agreeing with you.’

‘Nothing in life is simple,’ you murmured, opening the cupboard above you and taking the packet of bagels out. ‘No matter how much you wish it was.’

‘Just to be clear, I don’t blame you for wanting to let him in. He’s a manipulator, and he’s good at what he does. And you love with everything you have.’

‘Even when I shouldn’t.’

You heard Bradley sigh. ‘Y/N, I’m gonna tell you something, and I want you to really take it in, okay?’

‘Okay?’

‘Loving hard is never a bad thing, and you should never shrink your love to make it easier for people to digest. If you find yourself doing that, then the person you’re doing it for isn’t meant for you. The right people will always take your love as it comes, and you won’t have to change anything.’

 You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. ‘Like you. And Nat.’

‘Yes,’ he breathed, seemingly relieved that you were beginning to understand. ‘Just like me and Nat.’

Bradley Bradshaw was not in the business of denying you of anything, which is how he found himself curled up on your sofa for the second afternoon in a row, watching reruns of Gilmore Girls. The two of you had watched so many episodes that he knew the theme song by heart, and as catchy as it was, he only liked it because you sang it each time without fail. This was the happiest and calmest he’d seen you all weekend, which was surprising after Elijah’s surprise visit earlier that day. After quite the internal debate, he’d come to the conclusion that you needed to see him after the breakup, no matter how briefly, in order to start the process of moving on. 

Bradley was starting to fancy himself a love and relationship expert despite not having experienced it many times himself. Something about you and your particular situation made him feel he needed to monitor it, as though it were his job to make sure you emerged relatively unscathed. 

He glanced at you sideways, wrapped up in a pumpkin-covered throw with a mug of tea keeping your hands warm, and felt this innate need to protect you from the world and everyone in it. Especially Elijah. He couldn’t explain it, but it went further than friendship, possibly even further than love. 

Bradley was just about to suggest going for a walk to stretch your legs and get some air, but then the intercom started buzzing, causing the both of you to jump out of your skins. 

He reached and took your tea from you so you could get up without ending up wearing it. Whoever was waiting to be let in was pretty persistent, constantly buzzing until you managed to get to the front door and click the intercom.

‘Who is it?’ You asked, panting from the exertion. 

‘Natasha Trace, you know, the best friend you’ve been blanking all weekend.’ 

You cursed under your breath, pressing the release for the door. ‘Sorry, Nat. Come on up.’

It suddenly dawned on Bradley that he hadn’t updated Nat since sometime yesterday and that she was probably worried sick. She knew nothing about Elijah showing up at your apartment or the fact that Bradley had stayed over. The fact that he’d slept on the sofa wouldn’t matter to her when she found out. He’d never hear the end of it. 

You were hovering nervously by the door, clearly anticipating the same telling-off as Bradley. ‘I was supposed to call her last night,’ you told him. ‘And then I passed out on the couch.’

‘We’re both done for, Y/CS,’ he grinned. ‘It’s been super nice knowing you.’

Somehow—in the time it took her to get up the three flights of stairs to your front door—he managed to convince himself that she wouldn’t be that mad at the two of you. But when you opened the door, he could almost feel her anger, like heat rolling off her in waves. Before you could get a word out, she was pulling you in for a rough but well-meaning hug.

‘I was worried sick, Y/N.’

You relaxed into the hug and put your arms around her middle, squeezing reassuringly. ‘I’m sorry, Nat. I should have called.’

‘Yes,’ she agreed. ‘You should’ve. Last time I saw you, you were half-cut and running away from us at The Hard Deck.’ You stepped aside so she could come in. ‘You’ve got some explaining to-’

When Natasha noticed Bradley reclining comfortably on your couch, she stopped speaking. Bradley had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, and he wiggled his eyebrows at her teasingly. 

‘Hey, Nix.’ 

Briefly, she glanced at you and then back at Bradley. Then back at you, then back to Bradley.

‘Don’t ‘hey, Nix’ me, mister. You’ve been here all weekend?’

He shrugged apologetically. ‘Pretty much.’

‘No text? No call?’

‘Sorry. We were kinda preoccupied with wallowing and fighting Viper off.’

‘What do you mean fighting him off?’

With a great sigh, you traipsed over to the couch and collapsed back into your spot. ‘He showed up this morning with roses and the usual fake apology.’

Natasha was incredulous. She didn’t sit down, she just started pacing in front of the couch, Gilmore Girls still playing on the flat screen behind her. 

‘Are you serious?’

‘Yup, and it’s lucky I came back when I did,’ Bradley chimed in. ‘Y/N was gonna let him in.’

Natasha stopped pacing to glare at you. ‘You were gonna do what?’

You launched a throw pillow at Bradley’s head, which, fortunately for you, he didn’t manage to dodge. 

‘Hey!’ He huffed. ‘I’m not blaming you! We talked about this earlier.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘It wasn’t my finest moment, okay? I’ve been drinking his Kool-Aid for so long it’s gonna be a while before it’s all out of my system. So I guess Bradley really did come back at the right time.’

This didn’t seem to satisfy Nat, so you launched into a more detailed account of the past weekend, filling her in on everything except a few details about Bradley. Those you would save for when it was just the two of you. Halfway through, she perched herself on the edge of the coffee table, facing you and listening intently to what you had to say. By the end of it, she was literally seething with rage. This time, directed at your now ex-boyfriend. 

‘He ought to watch his back,’ she said through gritted teeth. ‘Cause if I see him on base, he’s gonna wish he’d never been born.’

The three of you ended up ordering pizza. At one point, you got up to go to the bathroom, and Natasha took the opportunity to grill Bradley some more. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Only surprised that it had taken her this long. 

She started the interrogation by smacking the back of his head.

‘What was that for?’ He hissed.

‘That’s for going after your best friend when she’s just had her heart broken.’

‘What makes you think I’m going after her?’

Nat pretended to think about this. ‘Hmmm, let me see… Maybe because you’ve slept here two nights in a row, and I walked into you cuddled up on her couch drinking fucking cocoa!’

‘It was tea, actually. And I slept out here both nights. Just didn’t want her to be alone.’

She relented, but only slightly. ‘Still, you need to cool it. She’s probably feeling all kinds of confused right now, and she doesn’t need you and your big puppy dog eyes making things even more complicated.’

He smiled despite himself. ‘You think I have big puppy dog eyes?’

She glared at him witheringly. ‘Is missing the point a personality trait of yours?’

‘Nix, will you calm down? I’m not going after her, I’m not confusing her, and I’m not making things difficult with my big eyes. I’ve been giving her advice, helping her through the worst of it. That’s all.’

Natasha softened, satisfied that Bradley was telling the truth. The toilet flushed, and the bathroom door opened, so they’d have to finish this conversation some other time. But before you came back, Natasha whispered one last thing…

‘I know you love her, Bradley. I know you always have. But you have to give her some time.’

End of part 2. Final part coming soon!

Taglist: primroseluna eloquentdreamer sgt-barnesveins daybleedsintonightfa11

[letsgetrowdy43]

Flower girl—

Nico Hischier x Angie Chandler

Request: Angie and Nico, not together yet but Nico still gets her a bunch of flowers and presents for Valentine’s Day

Au Masterlist!!

Angie was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when a loud bang sounded at her front door, her brows furrowed as she looked down at the alarm clock on her desk. It was nearly an hour before Dawson and John said they would pick her up to go out to the bar, she was anxiously awaiting the team valentines team event, a night of drinking for all the singles on the team to celebrate the day of love. She stood up, confused as to who was at the door as she made her way around her apartment to get to the front door.

She closed the buttons of her vest, hiding the lacy red bra she wore underneath, tucking the front of her top into her dress pants as she got to the door in time for the person to knock a second time.

Angie swung the door open to see a rosy-cheeked Nico standing on the other side, a shy smile on his face and his hands behind his back. "You are very impatient Hisch," she teased as he grinned at the sultry tone in her voice, "come in," she motioned him into her apartment.

He followed closely behind her, his palms slightly sweaty as she brought him into the kitchen, "It's been a while since you've just dropped by unannounced. Are you okay?" "Just felt the need to come over, I guess I've been thinking a lot lately," he shrugged, as she grabbed herself a drink and offered him one, he nodded at her offering as she placed a beer in his hands. "Well that's never good," she smiled cheekily as she raised her glass to her glossed lips

Her touch lingered on his skin as her brows furrowed at his free arm still tucked behind his back, "what do you have there?" she pointed to his hidden arm and looked at him with a flash of curiosity. His face grew hot as he pulled an arrangement of colourful flowers from behind his back, a small card tucked in between the greenery and the floral, "Neeks these are beautiful," she whispered, eyes full of amazement as he placed them in her hands, "they're for me?" Nico nodded," Yeah, they're for you," he admitted, his voice soft. "I thought you might like them."

Her eyes examined all of the flowers and then placed them gently on the counter, her lips finding his cheek as she pulled him in for a hug, "I didn't get you anything," she mumbled into his ear before placing a second kiss on his bearded cheek. The soft press of her lips against his skin sent a shiver down his spine as he clung to her, hands finding her hips as he held her a little tighter "You didn't need to get me anything," he whispered back, "just having you here is more than enough."

Angie pulled away first, her hand wrapped around his forearm, "You're too good to me," she whispered as she stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He broke away first to smile into her mouth, "you deserve it all," he mumbled as her hands found themselves cradling the sides of his face, thumb running over his dimpled cheeks.

A knock sounded at the door, both of the wide-eyed as she looked at the clock on her stove, "shit it's John and Daws, they're early" she whispered as she looked to Nico who was staring at her with slightly bruised lips and a hazy look. "You need to hide," she pressed another kiss to his cheek before walking her into his spare bedroom, "I'll text you when we get down to John's car, and tell you how to lock the door," he nodded quietly as she went to shut the door but not before stopping to press a kiss to his lips once more, "okay, i'll see you at the bar."

As she gently closed the door to the spare bedroom, he took a moment to collect himself. The slightly bruised lips and the lingering warmth on his cheek were reminders of the sweet moments they had shared. Nico heard the loud laughter of his teammates entering her home as Angie scrambled to finish getting ready.

"Flowers?" John exclaimed as she picked them up off of the counter to put them in a vase, his hand extended out to grab the card that she had yet to read, but she was quick to rip it from his grasp. His brows raised as she shoved the letter into a drawer and looked at him pointedly. "Who is the lucky fella," Dawson asked as he made his way beside her brows raised as the full beer sat on the counter, still cold, and untouched. "It's none of your business," she swatted his hands away as he trained to touch her flowers, "all you need to know is that he's treats me well, and is probably the greatest guy he ever met."

Nico nearly choked on his spit as he listened to their conversation. his heart pounding in his chest as the boys poked at her even more.

"Spill the details. Is this the start of a secret romance?" John grinned as Angie laughed at the way these two loved their gossip. "I'm not telling you anything, either of you," she looked to Dawson who put his hands up in surrender "My love life is not gossip," both boys nodded and quickly changed the subject, knowing that she would make it much more difficult if they continued to pry into her private life.

With a smirk, she continued arranging the flowers, secretly pleased by their reaction. Little did either of her teammates know, the "mystery man" behind the flowers was patiently waiting just down the hall. Excited for the night to unfold, eager to share more moments with her and see where the unspoken affinity between them would lead.

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Non-feline pets:

Lotus pier: Pomeranians, legacy of Jiang Cheng. Each and every one of them has a 5 words long name, flower accessories, and more diva-ish attitude than the met gala assemble. Also, any random stray dog from Yunmeng dropping by for treats and pets is enthusiastically received by Jiang Fengmian.

Nie HuaiSang: A bearded dragon and 2 budgies and a cockatoo that has a vocabulary to shame an average sailor. Has stopped keeping hamsters after many heartbreaks and frantic tearing down of drywalls and reaping out floorboards. Is trying to get a python but Da-ge has finally put his foot firmly down.

Madam Jin: Lhasa Apso that travels in her purse and judges everyone they come across. Only accepts pets from Madam Jin and once in a blue moon from Jin Ling. Likes to pee in Jin Guangshan's shoes.

Cangse Sanren and Wei ChangZe: Own a sanctuary farm with rogue goats, an arthritic horse, a murderous gaggle of assorted ducks and geese, 2 mild alpacas, bunch of agoraphobic hens and a donkey that's massively crushing on Cangse Sanren and will move into the house the moment Wei ChangZe kicks the proverbial bucket. Also a colony of feral farm cats and 2 farm dogs who think they are the boss of this outfit.

Xue Yang: A pet rock that he has already put a crack in.

Jin Ling: Fairy, the bestest best girl.

[little-cereal-draws]

Details I noticed in The Last Wish pt 3

I always get too invested in the story at this point to notice any details so this list is making up for several detail-oriented rewatches. It got so long I'm going to split it into two parts. This is going to cover everything from the pocket full of posies to when the bears are in their cabin. It also includes lines I wish were talked about more lol

I think it's so funny when Kitty and Puss are trash talking Perrito as they go through the pocket full of posies. "Ughh, his path is so corny." "And cheesy." "And lame." "And weird. Like him." "Yeah. Why are you so ridiculous, dog?"

Jack has to push off a baker's face with his foot to pull Excalibur out of his magic nanny bag

When Jack's tank gets stopped by the posies, he says, "Well?? Start chopping!" There's this one baker who says, "On it! You don't have to tell me twice! I'm going to chop the heck out of this Ficus lyra-" He then gets eaten by a flower and another baker falls to her knees and goes, "Jerry, no!!" I think the fandom should appreciate Jerry more; the baker who was overeager at his job and knew a lot abt flowers lol

Jack has basically no eyebrows (they're a very light purple that's only visible in close ups) and crow's feet

When Jack is using the phoenix as a flamethrower, it cries a single tear

Jack also sets one of his men on fire when he's flamethrowing

Kitty has gold embellishments on the end of her sash

Kitty sees Puss scratch at his beard twice before he tries to get her to say he should shave it so she definitely knew he didn't like it

When Kitty's shaving him, there are some hairs that stay longer even after she went over that area. It really gives it the look that he's being shaved by a dagger on a boat lol Not the most precise shave, but it gets the job done

Kitty brushes Puss' fur off her hands as he gets rid of his stick sword after the shave

During the fight on the bank of the river, Puss sneezes out a bunch of confetti after the second unicorn horn explosion

During his panic attack, Puss lightly pets Perrito's head. I'm sure this is common knowledge but I always thought that he just put his hand on his head, not actually pet it too

When Mama bear says that they're a "crime syndicate family," it triggers the map to bug out. Goldi's holding it at the moment and the map could probably tell the confliction between her wish and her reality

The map's message right after also has more foreshadowing for Goldi's wish. "To find your wish, adjust your view. What you seek may be right in front of you." It's trying so hard to tell her that she already has her wish but she doesn't get it lol

It must be winter wherever the bears are from. They keep bringing up hibernation, their cabin is covered in snow, and both Baby and Papa are asleep in a matter of minutes of entering their house

The library stamp in Goldi's book reads "Crying Tears Orphanage Library." What kind of name is that??? Also, it proves that Goldi was at an orphanage first and then probably wandered into the woods on her own accord; her parents didn't leave her there. It does still have lots of angst tho because everyone in the town/orphanage probably assumed she died

The other kids who checked out Goldi's book were Hansel and Gretel

Mama has a scar on her nose. It's pretty big too

I love Baby's line after they find Puss hiding under the table with the map. "Oi! You crime-ing us when we just crime-ed you? No. No crime backs!"

Part one, Part two, Part four, Part five

[artemismoorea03]

Monkies Deserve Better References pt 2

Back with more references!

For the first part see:

Let's start with a bang shall we! Meet Chikao Mahou - the Red Bottomed Horse Monkey!

Mahou is a Mandrill Baboon and as a result his mask is blue and his ass is red - you know, as his celestial title suggests x'D

Despite how Mahou makes himself look in his 'glamoured' appearance he is actually younger than Wukong! He just gives himself a beard of varying length depending on how desperate he is to make himself look 'wise'. Without the beard he's just an angry twink with issues.

He is one of only two monkeys with short tails which only changes when he has a 'disguised clone' then they will have a long tail and short hair.

Until the fight with Changpu, Mahou had very few scars! Those scars would be the one on his right foot, the smaller cuts on his stomach and ribs, and the wound to his right shoulder. Those wounds all came from his time on Flower Fruit Mountain. For the most part he was able to get away from fights without too many injuries, but of course he couldn't escape forever.

All of the other injuries are from Changpu who literally ripped him apart when he went on his rampage. (Let's be real though, he deserved it).

Next on this list is our most beloved son, Tongbei Tu!

Tu is the only child of a Rage Demon (the sister to Longwei and Yawen Xun) and the Long Armed Ape Monkey; Tongbei Yuanhou. Yuanhou is the only Celestial Primate known for having a biological child and unfortunately he wasn't the most attentive father to Tu.

Yes, he loved Tu to pieces and when his son needed him he didn't hesitate to step up to some extent, but not enough. As soon as Mahou discovered that Tu existed he manipulated Tu into doing his bidding and convinced him to use the Seven-Star Sword to take out the Seven Sages. Tu managed to kill the Roc Demon Spirit King but not before Roc got a good hit in (the scar in the center of Tu's back).

Tu and his father are both Gibbons meaning their arms are very long and while Gibbons typically don't have tails Tu and Yuanhou do - simply because we learned that fact after we wrote these characters and we love their tails.

Tu is (lovingly) called the Peanut Butter and Jelly Monkey by me (Ari) due to the purple patches on his fur and paler tan marks. Another fun fact about Tu is that he has vitiligo like Pengu!

Tu's father - Tongbei Yuanhou is next!

Yuanhou was a well known fighter in the Troupe 'army' on Flower Fruit Mountain and was always rather scrappy! Him and Wukong got into trouble as well as got Macaque out of trouble as they were growing up. But when the time came Yuanhou decided to leave on his own and try to figure out what the cause of the empty feeling in his chest was. This lead him to having a whole bunch of mates including the Rage Demon who conceived Tu.

Yuanhou has quite a few scars ranging from his time on FFM, to his journeys, and to the ones that were caused by his own son and Mahou. The deep scar that cut through his left shoulder as well as the one across the center of his back were both caused by the Seven-Star Sword as was ultimately the wound that would have lead to his demise if Pengu hadn't stepped in and offered him and his son a 'Second Chance'.

Yuanhou - like his son - has long arms but his tail is considerably shorter than his sons and he is the only one of the monkeys who actually has facial hair! (Suck it, Mahou you baby faced bitch). Yuanhou never blamed his son for what happened and if Pengu hadn't stepped in would have willingly given his life to free Tu from Mahou's control.

Finally there's Pengu! Who has four references! (They should have more, but I couldn't be bothered x'D) Mostly because I really don't like how they turned out, but I also can't be bothered to try again at this very moment so... yeah. HERE WE GO.

Pengu - the reincarnation of Pangu the Primordial Primate was born from the Egg of Chaos and separated the Heavens and the Earth. As a result, Pangu's physical body was destroyed and turned into everything. From the moon and sun, to the plants, mountains and animals, but most importantly the vast amount power they had collected over the 18,000 years that they held the Heaven and Earth apart spread out throughout the Mortal and Celestial Realms as well as Underworld (at least in MDB/MAA).

After Pengu was strong enough to take on another physical form they got to work and created the five Celestial Primates to represent and help regulate the different elements.

The Intelligent Stone Monkey - Sun Wukong represented Earth.

The Red Bottomed Horse Monkey - Chikao Mahou was Air.

The Long-Armed Ape Monkey - Tongbei Yuanhou was Water.

The Six-Eared Macaque - Liu'er Mihou was Metal.

and Changpu was meant to be Fire.

Unfortunately, Pengu was far too weak after helping create the five monkeys that they fell into a deep sleep without warning the Celestial Realm about what they had done, so when Wukong hatched the Celestial Realm fell into chaos.

By the time the Celestial Realm got around to investigating Mahou and Yuanhou had already hatched but they found a fourth egg. They thought it was the last egg and removed it from FFM. However, they missed Macaque's egg all together. As a result Changpu was born early at half-power and Macaque been left alone.

Pengu didn't properly wake up for centuries, not until after Wukong had been locked under Five-Phases Mountain. It was Pengu's insisting that helped convince Guanyin and the Jade Emperor that Wukong deserved another chance and they allowed him to go on his journey.

After that Pengu kept getting woken up for the smallest thing involving the monkeys or 'major' issues which became more and more frequent. Which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Pengu holds the realms together and needs to sleep for 18,000 or the realms will fall apart. To get sleep Pengu will often teleport themselves somewhere more peaceful or teleport to somebody they can trust such as Nezha, Xuannu, Chang'e's Moon Garden or FFM. They're eventually found and bothered again though.

Pengu is technically a Gorilla and as a result has a small 'nub' tail as well as large hands, broad shoulders and a rather big head. Pengu is unique in the fact that out of the Celestial Primates they are the only one with horns and they're the only one without a biological sex. Yep, you read that right, Pengu is gender-less. Typically they use they/them pronouns but they also don't truly understand concept so they can be called anything. (Hell, they sometimes refer to themselves as 'it' just to throw people off because they find it hilarious).

Pengu is easily the strongest in the Celestial Realm, even stronger than the Jade Emperor! They have all of the powers that the Celestial Primates have (because they gave them their powers because *genetic shit*) but because they're also just a sleepy little guy they have to hide themselves rather than depend on fighting. The way they do this is shift their appearance to a verity of ages and sizes to help hide them or intimidate those around them to back the hell off. Their favorite forms is that of a 6-Year-Old which leaves them compact enough to hide and allows them to collect the most energy, and a second form that is around the same age as their "children" which helps them get taken more seriously.

Pengu can also change or hide most of their vitiligo markings with the only one that they can't change being the heart-shaped one on their chest. Pengu is the only primate other than Tu that has vitiligo and is also the only Primate to not possess any scars!

Well, that's all for now, I want to finish the last couple before I post the next part of this :3

[lazlolullaby]

Intersex Terry Mcginnis

Because I've seen fantastic non-binary Terry from @theycallme-ook and their series, I've seen this gorgeous transmasc Terry from this fic, crown of neon, and @jasontoddssuper with their transfem Butch Terry agenda and hot damn is it great.

(btw using he/him for Terry because that's what the show did.)

Whatever he is, he cisn't.

This is all in the name of trying to incorporate the VERY late game (I truly mean last episode with him ever so it never impacts any other plot just a wrap up theme and thesis statement on Heroism) twist and have it inform his whole - teenage attitude and everything.

so. uh. let's dive.

General warning for intersexism, queer phobia, messing with gender and such. Divorce. Cadmus manipulating people. The violation of consent that's inherent in making someone give birth to and raise a child designed to be a legacy vigilante without them knowing.

Genetic alteration isn't all that it's cracked up to be. It's DNA testing, it's virus loads and constant correction, it's incorporating extra violet genes into flowers and them rejecting them completely and going blank white.

I know it's the DCAU, with Manbat being the first episode, animal chimeras being created all throughout but, fantastic science that let the plot move but. It was the 90s and the early 2000s. on our side the human genome project started in 1985, was partially complete in 2003, and only fully completed in 2022! Cadmus is cutting it close.

there's a lot of room for error, here.

The alterations done to Warren's DNA were sketchy at best. Lots of sperm failed after the nano machines got to them. It was difficult for Mary and Warren to conceive, which is why Terry and Matt are so far apart in age. That put stress on their relationship, not including that the kids don't even look like Warren either.

Mary and Warren were very happy that Terry came to term without major problems. He wasn't visibly intersex until he was born, but because it's the Future TM, they ran the DNA to screen for any major disorders. Terry comes out chimera style intersex, with different DNA depending on where you take the sample. His hormones are giving him a mix of traits that make him ambiguous.

((yeah this is specific but shush: Terry can't naturally grow a beard. (Not like he wants to, he's heard his mom complain too many times about his dad's face bristles to be excited about getting his own.) People generally do a double take with him. "I ate my sister in the womb." Is the snappy answer he likes to give. "she left me with some things."))

The Future is a little more forgiving, there's some paperwork and not much pressure for the parents to put him through infant surgery.

And then we get to Matt. Because Terry was difficult, the parents sought out a fertility clinic to get Matt as good a start as possible.

Terry is angry at first, that he's a genetic mess and they had to go to a clinic to get a "real boy". That they tried to have a "good kid" but it couldn't fix their relationship. That even Matt didn't turn out right; A "clerical error" gives Matt an "anonymous donor" as a father instead of Warren.

It's building up with bunch of smaller things - having to explain their gender every so often, being confused with older buildings with split gender bathrooms and teachers treating him different depending on his perceived gender.

It was clear that the grace period ran out. He just - was given an ultimatum. Guy or girl. There's also some manipulation on Cadmus's part - can't be Batman without being a man...right?

and It's Gotham. Having a healthy vision of masculinity is not going to happen. So to protect himself Terry decides to be a Guy. A Real Cool Guy.

But it's not clicking. He's not comfortable. His parents tell him that he can be "whatever kind of man he wants" but that's still vague.

All this gender identity frustration builds up with his general teenage "pushing boundaries" and "parents arguing" leads him to hang with the wrong crowds.

and that's how he lands in juvie. He ends up calming down, putting himself into a box of "reformed good bad boy" and "I'm committing to the bit." and just dealing. Being a man like Warren is trying to teach him and not just...staying an unknown variable.

Now we incorporate Neo Batman and Bruce. Who have a very strict set of rules about what or who Batman is meant to be. And in a way, it's freeing his head to think about who Terry is outside of the cowl. Bruce is also a Queer Elder, he's seen plenty of people work through their identities and he works with Terry to find a label that fits.

That it doesn't have to be all or nothing, that it can change over time.

Experimentation is expected of teenagers. Splicing is a flat no because of his already precarious genetic status. And Terry likes hanging with his girls that are friends and his girlfriend. He does a mean eyeliner too. Terry is a lot happier.

Mary sighs "is this some late teenage rebellion against your father?"

"I...really don't know what he'd think. This isn't a spite thing. But I don't think he did - or you did anything wrong. It just took me some time to get out of my own head and realize."

"Well. You look settled. He'd be proud of you."

"Thanks ma."

[mixedupmojo]

Dating monkey king JCA

This guy is seriously underrated. Which is a pity as he is such a fun character (at least in my opinion) So I have decided to rectify that. Here are some head canons for what it would be like to date the monkey king from Jackie Chan adventures. 

(I feel like this is one of those pieces of writing that borderline both good and bad. Any way enjoy)

• The moment he sets his sights his sight on you it's all over. The boy is totally love-struck, we're talking heart eyes, floating cartoon hearts, shot with cupids arrow, the works, he is gone. • And your life will forever be a lot more chaotic as he has made it his mission to woo you (as well as enact a long list of pranks but that can be put aside for late first ROMANCE!) • Get ready from now on your life will be filled with over-the-top, cheesy, grand romantic gestures and wacky shenanigans. • He will do anything to win your affection. Some of these instances include: -flooding part of your city/town so he can take you on a romantic gondola ride -coming home after a long day only to open your door and be swamped with a tidal wave of flowers. And after finally managing to dig yourself out, only to find that your entire home is bucay upon bucay full of them -flirts with you constantly. This sometimes develops into a whole skit. Referencing some type of Romanic pop culture the best example is the Romeo and Juliet speech. -popping up out of nowhere so he can talk and hang out with you. Which slowly devolves into him trying to show off and impress you. Will also randomly kidnap you every now and then to take you on spontaneous dates   - during a romantic dinner he is pulling some bugs bunny level stunts one moment he's your date next he's acting as the waiter, then he's the chief, then a violin player, etc....etc..... Just switching between all of these different roles all the while still holding a conversation with you. it's honestly quite funny especially when he gets in an argument with himself over the fact that the waiter is flirting with you despite it literally being himself -giving you interesting/expensive pieces of jewellery. And you later find out via the news that he took them from a museum or some fancy jewellery store. And subsequently having to find a way to sneakily return it so you don't get in trouble (or keep it I don't know your moral compass ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) • Eventually, if you agree to be his s/o he will be over the moon and you will have gained yourself one over-the-top but very dedicated lover • Has made it his personal mission to make you laugh as he loves the sound of your laughter, especially a full blown belly laugh. the first time he got you to laugh like that made him so soft he practically melted into a puddle of goo. but whatever you do, do not fake laugh! at any one of his jokes, I'm serious. as he will get extremely upset with you and it will devolve into a full blown fight. That will require a lot of apologising and making up on your part to get him to forgive you. • Expect a lot of cheesy pet names from honey bunch, snookums, schmoopsie woopsie boobear slowly getting more and more ridiculous/sickly sweet the further he goes on. Stop him before he goes too far and you throw up from the sweetness. • On a side note, he will call you his queen • Very physically affectionate. He is always touching you somehow, whether it be slinging an arm around your shoulders, holding your hand as he drags you off on your next adventure or having his tail wrapped around your waist • He's a nuzzler. So watch out because that beard of his tickles and he will use it against you • He has done the whole kiss up your arm thing while calling you sweet pet names or just generally praising you • He knows how to keep you on your toes there is never a dull moment when you're with him • I don't know why but I think he would be a bit of a movie buff, based on all of the pop culture references he makes in the show. as such he love's watching films together with you, however, he cannot sit still for the life of him. Not to mention he would talk throughout the duration of the film. I can guarantee at the end of the movie there will be popcorn everywhere. • On a side note, another thing you end up doing a lot together is performing. He absolutely loves to be at the centre of attention and craves the spotlight. And with you being his partner he will want you there with him. And often drag you along to join in on his act, whether it be acting, magic, stand-up comedy, dancing, or karaoke. he just wants to include you in something that he enjoys and overall for the both of you to have fun together (on a side note he does not care if you're not good at any of it or if you both look silly he just wants to have fun with you). However, if you’re the type of person who very much enjoys staying out of the spotlight he will respect that but expects you to be a part of the audience cheering him on.   • loves it when you play with his hair and will pretty much let you do anything with it. Which means you can braid it to your heart's content. • Will include you with his wacky costume changes often giving you an outfit to match his • Playing pranks on various people, and just because you’re his significant other don’t think that you're safe, as he will prank you too. Usually, it's just some ploy to trick you into kissing him, however, some of them are purely at your expense. if he ever takes things too far though and makes you upset or "gasp" the unthinkable makes you cry. He will make it up to you with a huge grand gesture and once things calm down, offer you a soft heartfelt apology • If you have a similar sense of humour as him he would love it if you were his partner in crime • Pitching in on prank planning becomes part of your quality time together • Helping him out whenever he gets stuck in doll form be it by finding someone he can swap places with or through some other magical means. And for whatever reason, if there is ever a scenario where you're the one to swap places with him and become a doll, he will stop at nothing to find a way you turn you back all the while taking care of you while you're in your doll form. • He is still salty over what Jackie and jade did to him and is still looking for revenge against the two. Personally, You have nothing against the two and actually get along with them whenever the monkey king is not around. (there have been multiple occasions where you have ended up having tea with uncle, getting food with Tohru or jade, having in-depth conversations with Jackie or getting into mischief with jade) However now and then you may end up getting roped into whatever crazy scheme he concocted to get back at them. But most of the time you're just observing from the sidelines. • When the Chans first met you they first thought you were being mind controlled or manipulated in some way and subsequently ended up kidnapping you only to find out on you worn't and you just really loved this goofy monkey. Needless to say, the monkey king was not at all pleased to find out you had been kidnapped, and by his enemies no less. Which results in him coming to rescue you (not kidding he actually road in on a horse dressed as a knight in shining armour to come and get you) this result in a series of hijinks that get weirder and weirder as. one monkey king is trying to protect you. babying you all the while, after all, you have just gone through a traumatic experience being kidnapped and all (even though they were very nice kidnappers). Two, him trying to get some well-deserved payback ( at least in his eyes) against those who kidnapped you aka the Chans. and three, you trying to stop him from committing a felony while simultaneously trying to show that you're ok. it finally ends with half of the city in chaos, Jackie and the fam a little worst wears, section 13 freaking out over the damage and with you now officially on their radar and with you completely exhausted and very much in need of a nap with a clingy monkey at your side.    

• The monkey king doing something ridiculous in the background Jade: What do you see in him y/n: he makes me laugh

• Stopping him when his pranks take a more harmful or lethal turn. As seen in the show this boys humour can get pretty dark • He gets jealous really easily, and can't stand not being the centre of your attention. And as such this does cause problems within your relationship but after sitting him down and telling him how much this is damaging your relationship. He will back off and try to be a bit better for your sake with only the occasional relapse here and there. • At the end of the day, he really does love you and would do anything for you

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

My OCs In My Friends’ AUs

This was part of my presentation for a presentation night that @askthechronoverse, @masterjacobofficialblog and @unikittybeforethereign had in a Discord server. I’d been waiting to show them these for so long.

Imogen, in the Chronoverse, would be from the island of Alexythemia, since that’s where Charm Valley would be if it were in that AU according to Fabri. They also came up with the design for Chrono!Imogen. In Master Jacob, even though that AU is a next-gen AU, I think Imogen would still be a teenager. She’s still learning and growing, so she has this witchy student style. The blueprint for my OCs in Master Jacob are these anthro designs I drew a while ago. Imogen doesn’t have a Before The Reign design yet because StayCute is still thinking about what Master Frown and characters like him look like in that AU.

Germafrost in the Chronoverse and in Master Jacob were based on the ways Fabri and Mamækin draw Unikitty and Puppycorn, since I’ve always thought that lots of dogs and cats in their world look like them. In the Chronoverse, Ice Cream Land would be way up in the North Pole region of Meraki. On MJ!Germafrost’s sleeves, there are the patterns of the three flavors (strawberry, vanilla and chocolate). In Before The Reign, he’s a long-haired German shepherd who looks like a puppy because he’s canonically babyfaced. I think I might’ve put his icicle horn too high on his head.

Piano’s Chronoverse design is based on Fabri’s Valentine for me. Her dress is patterned like wedding cakes because she’s partly a wedding cake-flavored ice cream creature. In Master Jacob, she wears a stylish winter coat I found on the web, but with lots of extra sparkles and crocuses because she wouldn’t just wear it like it is. For Before The Reign!Piano, I had trouble deciding what species of sheep she was. I found this white, long-wooled type of sheep called Heath sheep, which have horns like her dad does. Her wool looks creamy because, again, it’s ice cream. StayCute said that BTR!Dr. Fox is still bipedal and still wears a lab coat, so Piano would also stand on two legs and wear her usual attire.

Fabri said that the Marevian merpeople in the Chronoverse would live in the Commuovere Sea and have a candy/ice cream theming. Chrono!Waterlily has satellite wafers for her bell, cotton candy and dragon’s beard candy to represent her light, dreamy nature, and candied lotus seeds for her jewelry. Master Jacob!Waterlily is wearing a dress with motifs of her namesake flower. As for Before the Reign!Waterlily… I tried. She’s a combination of a moon jelly and a sea nettle, but she looks more humanoid because she’s a mermaid. Apparently, those clover-shaped marks in moon jellies are supposed to be where their mouths (and also their butts) are, so I moved that down to where Lily’s mouth is.

Chronoverse!Spike’s candy themes are black licorice and honey. I did the licorice motifs for his spines and legs, and honey motifs for his torso. (He’s also wearing a honey yellow headband.) I picked honey because it has a sunny yellow glow and because it’s supposed to be good for your throat. I tried to imagine how Mamækin would draw his spines in Master Jacob. In any anthro version of Spike, I’ve always imagined that he has a bunch of rings and long black sea urchin-y fingernails. Before the Reign!Spike is a combo of a Caribbean reef octopus (because he was born in a coral reef) and a black sea urchin. But, again, he’s more humanoid because he’s a merman.

Botania in the Chronoverse is hidden within the enchanted Matutolypea Forest and extends out into the desert. Fabri said that if they were running things, they would take influence from Lego Elves for the fairies. So, for Chrono!Allegra, I combined a trapeze artist’s outfit with motifs of Aira, the wind elf. I feel as though Fabri would make her hairstyle look more like the hair hang. The fairies’ size doesn’t change in any of the universes, so they’re still really small. Before the Reign!Allegra has this looping braid. She’s supposed to be a clouded yellow butterfly, so I tried to replicate their wing pattern. I actually found this image showing what females’ wing patterns look like. Just like with the merpeople, she looks more humanoid being a fairy.

Chrono!Zora’s outfit is influenced by Azari, the fire elf, because he travels around drier areas and is comforted by fire. In Master Jacob, Zora has that same adventurer/desert garb look I gave him in his anthro because it suits him to a T. He’s supposed to be a dragontail butterfly, and it was pretty tricky for me to get his wings right for his Before the Reign design. He also looks more humanoid, being a fairy and all. His braid goes over the top of his head and falls behind his wings in the back.

[pyromaniacldrt]

Heyyy so, I've been listening to The Epic musical lately and I came up with some designs for the gods:)

I call it the God saga, I'll make the ppl+ monsters later

plus some Artemis and Dyonisus because I love them and I didn't want to leave blank spaces.

Rambling below👇

Okay, first we have Athena and Ares, as well as Hermes and Eolious(she was my first design, but I'm not a big fan of it). I liked a lot making Ares helmet:), and I thought of giving Athena a cape made of feathers that could work as wings!

I really liked the designs of Hermes were his eyes didn't appear (credits to @gigizetz for the idea!) and while I wanted to do something similar, I tried to make my own thing by using a blindfold instead. Plus, I made him look more humanlike to have a more obvious parentage with Ody.

Then we have Hera and Zeussy. I really liked her design, it screamed Classy Queen to me, and while drawing her I felt she was about to start singing at any moment. While making her hair I remembered my little pony Equestria girls, and I was like "I have to make her hair look like a cow's tail". I wanted to give her some sort of chal to make the colors more appealing, but it didn't come out well... On the other hand, my design of Zeus is exactly how I pictured him. He looks like a bodybuilder, unlike Ares, who looks like a powerhouse. I wanted to make Zeus look like someone who cares more about his appearance than about practicality, which can be seen in his clothes, skin, pose and crown. Plus, I made it look red so it would stand out and get everyone's attention. Also I made him wing tattoos because I can.

Then we have Apollo and Aphrodite! I didn't really put too much though when making him. I just gave him kind of a sun crown(?), Green eyes to represent Artemis, a Hyacinth and laurels. I think he'd be the type to carry his exes around.

Then we have Aphrodite, and boy do I love her design! Originally she was going to be blond w/ pink flowers, but her being a redhead suits her a lot. If I have to be honest, I never drew characters with little to no clothes on, and I was embarrassed at first of making her, but even if there was the option of giving her clothes, it wouldn't feel like the vision of Aphrodite I had at all. I was inspired mainly by the Hades games when I made her, Hermes and Zeus, and I don't regret it tbh. I also gave her pigeons!

Now we have Circe and Poseidon, who I think are my faves. When I was thinking of making her, I was heavily inspired by both @gigizetz Circe, young Shakira and Esmeralda from the hunchback of Notre Dame. I also wanted her to have a crazy bunch of tattoos, each for every single spell she casted. I also liked to give her the inverted heart earrings to make some foreshadowing.

Now, POSEIDON. Boy do I like how it turned out. I mean- the Clothes? The crown? The algae hair? The thing in his fingers!? And let's not talk about the seashell for a beard. I love it. It's interesting and intimidating and I would believe it if you told me this is the mighty sea god. Also, his skin was heavily inspired by @gigizetz like many of my designs. Are you perhaps a muse or smt?

Then we have Calypso. Gosh her design turned out really good. The top of her clothes are of the same "outfit" you could say, these being from back when she was sent to the island. Then she made her own lower dress. I think if someone stayed so long in that place, they would make a lot of seashell adornments to pass time. I covered her eyes for three things: one, so Ody doesn't notice she is a Titaness; two, to symbolize how love-blind she is, and three, to also symbolize how she ignores Odysseus's problems and makes a "blind eye" about it.

And Finally, Hephaestus. I redesinged him so many times it feels like a crime. I'm not even sure if I liked the final result, but there's definitely many things I liked. One of them is the tattoo (I'm making a lot of them lately), the hairstyle and the sling on his leg. Still, I'm not sure why he feels so... Simple. I mean, he's the god of forges, fire and FREAKING VOLCANOES. Yet, this feels like I only took the "forges" part.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed if you made it this far:)

[aci32]

THE CULT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey folks, sorry for running 2 days late but better late than never, here's my 11th review of 2024, The Cult!!! This was my first time seeing them as they alongside Def Leppard were among those bands in which every time they came to Toronto, I would always miss them for some reason case in point being 2009 when they played Massey Hall, 2012 at The Phoenix, the following year at Danforth Music Hall, and 6 years ago at the Amphitheater with Bush and Stone Temple Pilots as I was in Amsterdam at that time, although I overheard a guy on the bus going to Coxwell station saying that The Cult were not that great that night as Ian Astbury was apparently drunk. It did feel great to finally end my bout of bad luck in not seeing The Cult.

Let's get to the festivities!

First band up was Culture Wars. I found their music to be nothing special and don't have plans to see them on their own shows. I especially found the vocals off putting, but I do give them credit for having great stage energy as they were dancing and grooving around like they were having fun. When they went to their next song "Miley" I heard someone yell out "MILEY CYRUS!!!!" and that generated a bunch of laughs.

After Culture Wars it was time for THE CULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First time ever seeing them and they put on a great live show. Loved how engaging Ian Astbury is with his Tambourine playing and Maraca playing plus I always liked how he would kick the tambourines with the back of his foot near John Tempesta's drum kit. Also at 62, Ian still has the pipes and after listening very carefully to his vocal style, I hear a strong amount of Freddie Mercury influence and as well some Glenn Danzig, although I would have to ask him that if I happen to meet him at a chance encounter if Freddie Mercury is one of his influences as David Bowie is one of his influences. Before they played Edie (Ciao Baby) Ian said to the crowd "Don't make me get all fucking comedian on you" and during Brother Wolf, Sister Moon Ian had made reference to the First Nations of Canada given how he used to live in Hamilton for 5 years from 1973-1978. Plus Ian Astbury had said "I've got the flu, but this is a fucking rock show!" which drew a large amount of applause from the crowd. Billy Duffy had said "I thought this was fucking Ottawa, are you sure this isn't Toronto?!" Instead of drawing boos the crowd instead cheered as if to drown out the cheers in Ottawa and Montréal. I will add that Billy Duffy has changed his look over the years as I was used to seeing him with blonde hair and clean shaven but he's dyed his hair and grown a beard, but he still kicks ass on guitar at 63 years old. Here's their setlist

1. In the Clouds

2. Rise

3. Wild Flower

4. Star

5. Mirror

6. The Witch

7. War (The Process)

8. Resurrection Joe

9. Edie (Ciao Baby) (Acoustic version)

10. Sweet Soul Sister

11. Lucifer

12. Fire Woman

13. Rain

14. Spiritwalker

15. Love Removal Machine

Encore:

16. Brother Wolf, Sister Moon

17. She Sells Sanctuary

Overall a great show and a great way to spend a Friday night.

THE CULT FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 1

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Warnings: None for this chapter

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A Sweet As Honey

Walking slowly through the farmers market you inhaled deeply, the crisp morning air filled with heady scents. From the stall selling baked goods to the one from the fruit farm piled high with berries, you were tempted to buy one of everything. Crafters showed off their wares, hand knitted scarves and carefully crafted leather purses, the array of skills on offer was mind blowing. 

Strolling along you turned the corner and saw the bright sign for a honey stand, the retro font proudly proclaiming its name as ‘Akia Honey Farm’. Before you could go any further a familiar face popped into view;

“Hi there Sweetie!”

“Oh hi Mrs Roberts”

The friendly old woman volunteered at the local library, guiding people to the sections they needed, helped at the front desk and was pretty much known as the person that could point you in the right direction of whatever you wanted;

“I had someone asking if i knew of anyone that sold lavender, i didn’t give them your details but took theirs, i know you mentioned that the bushes in your yard are in full bloom”

Taking the piece of paper from her you glanced at it, a single name and number;

“Thanks, i’ll give this Lucas guy a call… the bushes are covered in bees at the moment so they’ll have to wait until they’ve finished feeding”

“I’m sure it’ll be ok, you take care now sweetie!”

Watching the older woman as she walked away she started to chat to other people, you got distracted by a flower stall, being drawn to the bright blooms tied into bunches.

Having made your purchase after much deliberation you recalled your initial intention and approached the honey stand, your attention focused on the produce, so when a soft deep voice greeted you, it made you jump a little;

“Good Morning! Looking for something sweet?”

“OH! Hi!”

The face behind the voice had you mesmerised, the man was tall - at least 6ft - and dressed in soft flannel, blue eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief and a strong jawline covered in a soft beard. A warm smile spread across his face;

“How are you doing today?”

“Good, great! It's a beautiful morning”

He looked around and smiled again;

“It is indeed, this weather will bring the blossoms out, the bees will love that…”

You were so entranced by the handsome man in front of you, that you’d practically forgotten what you were there for, your brain finally catching up with your heart as you looked down at the produce;

“What would you recommend?”

“Depends what you’re using it for… are you adding it to cereal, or baking?”

“I like to add it to herbal tea, i have herbs in my garden and make my own blends”

He smiled at this and reached over the produce to lift a jar of clear yellow honey;

“You’ll find this the best option then, it’s got a subtle taste and aroma that isn’t overpowering, would you like to try a sample?”

Nodding you watched as he pulled a honey stirrer from an open jar, before nodding to a basket of freshly cut bread to which you picked a piece, holding it out as he drizzled the liquid gold over the soft dough, a small drip landing on your finger. Swapping hands you licked it off your skin before trying it on the bread, the soft flavours hitting your taste buds and making you let out a quiet moan;

“Oh this is so good! I could just lick it off skin , it's so good!…”

The man actually blushed a little at your words and you didn’t know what to say, instead just stuffing the rest of the bread into your mouth and you nodded, muttering like a hamster with its cheeks stuffed that you’d take a jar of it. Noticing that he had other products you moved your attention to those, taking in the beeswax candles before you spotted some waxy fabric squares;

“What are these if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Beeswax Wraps, they’re reusable food wraps, rather than using single use plastic”

“How do they work? They seem really stiff” you frowned at the one in your hand

“Let me show you” he lifted the wrap from your grasp and set an empty bowl on the table in front of you, holding the wrap over it he slowly smoothed it down until it wrapped around the bowl.

“Oh i see! Can i try?”

He passed you another wrap and you tried to mimic his actions, but the fabric wouldn’t behave;

“Why won’t it work?” you muttered to yourself, however you were surprised when he laid his hands over the top of yours;

“You just need to hold it a little longer, let the heat from your palms soften the wax”

You were transfixed by the sheer size of his hands as they covered your own, warm and a little rough from working manual labour, you could have stayed like that all day. When he finally pulled away you had to stop yourself whining at the loss of his touch, but when you looked down your wrap was securely holding around the bowl;

“Oh, it worked!” you picked two fabrics you liked the designs of and handed them over; “Can i take these two as well?”

“Of course, that's great, thank you”

He packed your purchases into a small paper bag with bees printed on it, handing it over as you paid him and he handed you the change;

“Thank you, and if you get a chance please leave a review online or tag us on social media, that’d be great”

You glanced into the bag and saw he’d put a business card in, nodding you smiled at him;

“Absolutely! One last thing, where did you get that bread? Was it at this market?It's amazing!”

The man smiled, the blush returning to his cheeks;

“Actually i baked it myself”

“Oh… Ok, thanks anyway”

As other customers appeared you took your leave, wishing you hadn’t felt quite as awkward around such a handsome guy.

Your walk home was a pleasant one after spending another couple of hours at the market, you lived on the outskirts of town but as the area was known for its hiking trails there was sidewalk well past the town line meaning you didn’t have to walk on the verge of the road. As you strolled along you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, remembering to pull up the instagram page for the honey seller, and what you saw stopped you in your tracks;

“Good god…” you muttered as you scrolled through his feed. You weren’t sure if it was deliberate, but almost every other post could be considered a thirst trap; from the reel of him using the hand cranked honey spinning centrifuge and the tight white tank top he wore showing off his impressive arms and torso that seemed to be patterned with the occasional scar, to the close up shots of his hands, whether he was gently letting the bees climb over his palms, to the one where he dipped his finger in a jar of honey and sucked it off, his plump lips wrapping around the digit as he held eye contact with the camera.

When you finally looked up from your phone you realised you’d walked past your house, letting out a small laugh you turned and backtracked the hundred feet or so before you finally stepped into your yard, letting the small white gate shut behind you. For a moment you took in the beautiful flowers and herbs you’d so carefully tended, until your attention moved to the long line of Lavender bushes that ran along the back perimeter of your property. They were teaming with bees feasting on the rich nectar, the hum from the insects, a low background noise that added to the calls of the wild birds and the occasional cry of a deer as it strayed from the woodland.

Once you were settled and had packed away your purchases, your flowers happily in water in an old mason jar in the kitchen window you found the slip of paper Mrs Roberts had given you. Glancing at the purple haze the Lavender gave off you dialled the number and listened to it ring, hearing the automated voicemail before you left a message;

“Hi this is a message for Lucas, Mrs Roberts at the library passed me your number that you were looking for Lavender blooms. I have quite a lot in my yard but they are covered in bees at the moment…” you continued the message, leaving your address and suggesting that he come look to see if it's what he was needing before you committed to anything. Hanging up you set your phone aside before making yourself a tea and grabbing the novel you were halfway through, heading out to the wicker chair you had on your little porch at the side of the house, ready to settle in for a while in the sunshine.

-

Sy finished packing the last of the equipment away, smiling to himself as he saw the number of boxes of product he was loading into the back of his truck were considerably lighter than they had been that morning. With the takings safely locked away in the glove compartment of his truck he sought out the market organiser and paid for the pitch, before calling out for his German Shepherd that had spent most of the day happily snoozing under the table unbeknown to his customers;

“Akia, c’mon Girl!”

As the dog made the rounds of the last few traders that were still packing away in the late afternoon sunshine, Sy checked his phone. Dismissing the social media notifications he saw that he had a voicemail, listening to it as he opened the passenger side door and Akia jumped into the cab;

“Okay, we’ve got a stop to make on the way home, just round the corner from the hives though”

As he pulled up at the small wooden cottage, Sy spotted how it was nicely painted and the gardens tended to perfectly, but if you looked a little closer there were things that needed to be done; shingles loose on the roof, the driveway needed to be re-gravelled, the gutter pipe was loose from the down spout, meaning the rainwater would run down the end of the porch.

“Wait here girl”

The dog didn’t respond, she was back to snoozing again on the wide seats of the truck, Sy gently shut the door so as not to wake his furry best friend. Opening the small wooden gate he noticed that the hinges were worn and that the latch could do with being oiled, but let it quietly close behind him. As he turned the corner of the house two things immediately came into view; the masses of Lavender bushes that filled the senses, and the owner of the cottage quietly sleeping in a chair on the porch, her book hanging from her hand where she’d nodded off mid chapter. 

It took him a moment to recognise you, but as the realisation set in he felt a warmth through his body. Curled in your chair with your feet tucked under your legs, your dress had ridden up and he could see the soft curve of your thighs. Without your jacket he could see how your dress clung to your body, accentuating your breasts. Your mouth sat slightly open, your lips plump, and he could imagine himself running his thumb over your bottom lip as he uttered soft praises. 

Realising he was now not only staring, but also standing in a strangers garden as she slept, he shook himself;

“C’mon Sy, you’ve seen the Lavender, time to get going”

Quietly leaving the garden he made a mental note to message you back, before driving the short distance home, as it turned out he lived in the plot next door… it just happened that his fields backed onto your property.

-

Sunday morning rolled around and you were woken by your phone chiming with a text message, reading it through bleary eyes and you saw that it was the guy that wanted some Lavender, suggesting he come over late morning. Typing out a short reply that you were fine with that, you switched to Instagram and sleepily watched the stories, before one came up for Akia Honey;

“Oh what’s he been up to now?”

Tapping through the tags and shares from the previous day's market, you came to a reel he’d posted just a couple of hours earlier, captions showing he was going to be making honey bread. With clips of him mixing the ingredients by hand, before it cut to him kneading the dough wearing what looked like just an apron and jeans. Well, that and a light dusting of flour your fingers just wanted to dust off and feel the heat of his skin beneath. Shaping a loaf it was then captioned ‘time to shape the buns’ and your eyebrows shot up they almost hit your hairline;

“He can shape my buns any time he likes…” you muttered, your vision transfixed as his massive hands shaped the globes of dough, before he placed them onto the baking tray. The reel ended with a shot of the finished loaves, a steaming mug of coffee sat next to them as the morning sunlight streamed in through the window; “Well, I don't know if I now need sex, carbs, or coffee… thank you very much!” you muttered sarcastically, before you finally threw the covers off and headed for the shower.

You were mid way through your 2nd cup of coffee when you heard footsteps on your porch, and a quiet voice saying ‘no, sit, stay’. Peering out of the window you saw Mr Akia Honey outside, to which he saw you and waved.

Stepping out of the side door you smiled;

“Um, Hi…”

“Morning, you called me about the lavender yesterday? Sorry it took so long to come back to you, the market was really busy”

“You’re Lucas?!”

“Lucas Syverson, but just Sy is fine” the man smiled at you and held his hand out to shake, which you cautiously took, hoping as you shook hands you weren’t shaking too much from nerves. At that moment you heard a quiet woof from behind him, and much to your disappointment he withdrew his hand as he stepped aside; “And this is Akia, my trusty bee-hound”

“Bee-hound? That’s a breed? She looks a lot like a German Shepherd to me”

Laughing Sy shook his head;

“No, she’s actually a rescue that I brought back from overseas but i’ve trained her to scent out wild honey, plus her colouring means that ‘Bee-hound’ fits well”

The dog came up to you slowly and sniffed your hand, before she sat in front of you expectantly;

“If you’re comfortable with dogs, she’s waiting for a head pat…”

“Oh! Of course!” stroking the top of Akia’s head she started to wag her tail, before sneezing once and getting up again; “I guess that’s her way of saying that’s enough?”

Laughing, Sy smiled at you;

“That’s about right. So, the Lavender? I swung by yesterday after i’d finished at the market but you were…”

Your heart dropped into your stomach at what he was about to say;

“Oh god, was that when I was asleep on the chair? I’m so sorry about that”

Again with his soft laugh breaking the tension; “It’s fine, it’s your home, it was a long day, it's the weekend. You can do whatever you want, its me that should be apologising for just turning up without calling first”

You both paused for a moment before you nodded to the purple pushes that ran alongside your property boundary line;

“Anyway, how much Lavender did you need? You can take as much as you like”

The pair of you stepped off the porch and onto the soft grass, Akia taking the chance to explore your yard as she sniffed out behind trees and shrubs. Standing a few feet from the purple haze you watched as Sy slowly extended his hand to the sea of blooms.

“Watch out for… bees…”

Smiling at you he turned back to the insect covered flowers;

“Its fine, they’re my bees anyway” you watched as he let the little striped creatures crawl across his hand before buzzing off elsewhere; “I hadn’t realised that your property backs onto mine”

“It does?”

“This is my field” he nodded to the meadow that surrounded your property; “My cabin is just behind those pines” he nodded into the meadow to which you looked into the distance, just able to see the red tin roof of his home; “You see those little blue spots in the distance? They’re the hives”

He turned back to the Lavender and let out a small sigh;

“I’ve never seen blooms quite this vivid. Would you be offended if I made you an offer?”

You couldn’t help it but an eyebrow shot up your forehead, to which Sy turned almost beet red;

“No, no… not that kind of offer… i mean, i’d like to take all of it, the Lavender that is… oh god…” he laughed and raked his hand down his face before taking a deep breath and putting his hands on his hips; 

“This crop of Lavender is amazing. I've been looking to add Lavender to a number of products, but it’s so expensive. I was wondering if we could work out a bartering exchange or something? I noticed you have a few shingles loose on the front of your property that I could fix for you, and I can supply you with as much honey as you could ever wish for…”

Standing there you pretended to mull over his offer, knowing full well you would happily accept whatever terms he wanted;

“Throw in a loaf of that amazing bread and you have yourself a deal”

Grinning, he took your hand and shook it;

“Deal”

Ten minutes later you were watching Sy and Akia walk back to their cabin through the meadow, he’d promised to swing by later that afternoon to harvest some of the lavender and bring his tools to fix the shingles on the front of the house. Now you just need to keep yourself busy until then.

Chapter 2 >>>

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also do you know what it feels like to like... just see a bunch of men saw pretty flags and like, they make button decorations, and a leather-clad 40something man with a big burly beard is happily, casually drinking from dainty tea cups and shows up draped in silk and puts flowers in his hair, and laughs and lets his feet dangle off the ship with his friend that he's in love with. and the pirates wanna sing and put on shows. and grown men are crying because they're unhappy, or their hearts are broken. LIKE!!! and hilarity ensues and the show is a comedy BUT do you know what it means that softness and gayness and kindness aren't themselves the punchline. because that should be the baseline by now but it really isn't, still, AND

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Fooled Around and Fell in Love: Chapter 3

Adrian Chase x afab!gn!reader

Spoilers for Ep 3 of Peacemaker

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Summary: When hiding out with Peacemaker and Harcourt, the masked Vigilante shows up

Warnings: torture, unaliving

Taglist: @caramelkatsukis-bitch @myguiltypleasures21 @thedamchii @flower-slut00

The day after you ended up having to help Peacemaker escape after killing a butterfly, you were sent on your first real mission.

You had your lunch at Fennel Fields, officially meeting Adrian, then it was time to go to the office.

The group was packing the van. A large white van, that parents might think look a little too suspicious, that was filled with computers and weapons. You were going to take down the first, well meant to be first, butterfly.

Peacemaker and Adebayo were chitchatting about homunculi, while you continued to grab bags and put them in the van.

“I found a miniature spaceship in the apartment of the chick I had sex with.” He found a spaceship?

He then proceeded to brag about making her orgasm four times. You rolled your eyes.

“Where is this tiny spaceship now?” Murn asked.

“Adebayo’s desk, under my lunch.” He gestured back inside.

“John?” Murn called.

“Oh fuck. Hey, I want it back when you’re done with it Dye-Beard!” He shouted to Economos.

He responded with a middle finger, before walking back inside. You could already tell that the arguing between these two was going to get very old very fast.

Peacemaker started to ask more questions, when Adebayo mentioned something about a guy behind the trashcan. You hopped out of the back of the trunk to stand with the pair.

Sure enough, there was a dark helmet, poking it’s head out from behind the dumpster. He quickly moved back to hide again when you all looked at him.

“Fuck. It’s-it’s Vigilante. He’s trying to be helpful.” Peacemaker said.

You remembered Adrian telling you that Vigilante and Peacemaker were best friends, but from the looks of it, it didn’t seem that way.

“Hey!” Harcourt called out. “Get outta here!”

“What?” He walked back around to the front of the trashcan. “I’m just looking from behind a trashcan. It’s a normal thing to do.”

He looked to be fairly tall. His suit was mostly black, with touches of white and teal. The visor covering hiding his eyes was red. His voice sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“The hell it is!” Harcourt responded.

“Are you a psychiatrist? Then don’t tell me what’s normal! Maybe my secret identity is a psychiatrist, and I know what’s normal.”

“If you’re a psychiatrist we’re all screwed.”

Vigilante had started to walk away.

“Get the fuck outta here!”

He quickly made a u-turn, and stormed back over to the trashcan. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You went to continue putting things in the van.

The arguing continued on, and you tried your best to ignore it.

“Vij, come on, be cool.” Peacemaker said.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I don’t trust these people.” He gestured to the group of you.

You rolled your eyes. “We basically saved his ass last night, thank you very much.”

Vigilante turned toward you, but didn’t respond.

“I’m fine.” Peacemaker reassured him.

“Just remember, even if they end up being okay to ‘work with’ they’re still not gonna be good friends. And none of them is the type to be a best friend!”

“Someone’s jealous.” You mumbled under your breath.

“If one of them does become a friend it should be them.” He pointed a gloved finger at you. “Because they’re pretty… cool! Pretty cool! They seem pretty cool!”

In that moment you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Or her.” This time he was pointing to Adebayo. “Because there’s a bunch of rumors going around about you being racist, and, you know, frankly it’s a little embarrassing for me.”

Adebayo looked like she wanted this conversation to be finished with as well.

“As if I become a racist by osmosis. Even though I mostly kill white people, so… Catch you guys later!” He gave a small wave before running off.

“Isn’t that guy wanted on multiple counts of murder?” Economos asked as he walked back outside.

“We have bigger fish to fry. We have a senator to assassinate by the end of the day.” Murn grabbed the last box, before you all piled into the van.

Murn was able to debrief everyone on the way to the site. He showed you pictures of the man you were going to kill, Goff, and his family. Peacemaker seemed a little upset at the fact he might need to kill the rest of the family as well.

He then showed you pictures of Goff’s security. It was a young man. In the photo he was wearing a light green spandex suit. He used the name Judomaster.

“We understand he’s dangerous.” Murn explained.

“He’s two feet tall!” Peacemaker shouted.

“Just because he’s small doesn’t mean he isn’t powerful.” You said.

Murn nodded. “We’ll be on site in about ten minutes. Peacemaker, Harcourt, and Y/n will take out Goff, while Leota, John, and I will work remotely. Don’t terminate the kids or the wife until we tell you it’s okay.”

Once you got there, you all started to gather your things. You carefully checked to make sure you had all of your knives hidden in your clothing.

Peacemaker was checking on his gun, when he started asking about his dove of peace. Apparently he wouldn’t be able to shoot anyone without a dove of peace on the weapon.

Adebayo dug around her bag and pulled out a black sharpie. She handed it over to Peacemaker before walking away, further into the van.

“Fuck. Every time I draw a dove of peace, it looks like a ghost.” He said to himself.

You walked back over to him and held out your hand. “Give it.”

Peacemaker gave you a confused look, then dropped the marker in your hand.

You grabbed the gun, then moved Peacemaker’s shoulders so he was facing you. You started to draw the dove of peace as neatly as you could. When you finished, you handed the gun back, awaiting his response.

“You stick your tongue out when you draw, y’know that?” He said. He looked down at the gun to see a dove of peace. It actually looked pretty good.

“Thanks.” He said.

“No problem.” You started to walk away to follow after Harcourt, but he spoke up again.

“Thanks for getting Eagly last night too. You know, you do seem pretty cool.” He gave you a nod.

“So Vigilante was right?” You asked, a small smile on your face.

“Oh no, he said you were pretty. He’s got a total boner for you.” He laughed out.

“And this conversation is over!” You sent him two finger guns, then backed away, turning around to find Harcourt.

You knew that it was going to be a long night. You were grouped with arguably the two hot-heads of the team. Neither of which was making any attempt at conversation.

Harcourt was too focused on the mission, and Peacemaker’s mind was very clearly preoccupied thinking of other things.

Harcourt and Peacemaker were both sitting with their backs facing the mansion, you were sitting across from them. You twirled one of your knives in your hand, trying to do anything to make the time go by faster.

Harcourt leaned over to offer you some of the trail mix she was eating. You put the knife back in it’s place, and let her pour some in your hand. You quickly started eating the pretzels and candies. She did the same with Peacemaker, but he put some of his helping back in her bag, claiming they were ‘empty calories’.

“Here they come.” Adebayo’s voice told you, through the earpieces you were all wearing.

The four family members were traveling together, while Judomaster was in a separate car. You pulled out two of your knives, one in each hand. Your job right now wasn’t to worry about the family, but to protect Peacemaker and Harcourt in case anyone else showed up.

The family all exited their car, but it was impossible for Peacemaker to get a clear shot at Goff. You would all have to wait until morning to get him.

“What the fuck?” Peacemaker asked, looking through the lens on the gun.

“What?” You asked, crouching down next to him.

“I think the whole family is butterflies.” Harcourt informed everyone.

“Why?” Murn asked.

“The second they were of the bodyguard’s sight their demeanor changed. They dropped the pretense of being a playful family.”

“They’re politicians, right?” Adebayo chuckled. “Maybe the whole ‘happy family’ thing is just what they do in public.”

You could tell that Peacemaker was starting to get uncomfortable again. You put a hand on his shoulder, and gave him a looked him in the eyes. You gave him a small smile, and a nod. He took a deep breath, then looked through the lens again.

It was decided that you all would wait until morning to find a more opportune shot. You decided that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the woods, see if there was anything else to keep an eye out for.

Peacemaker and Harcourt assured you that they could handle themselves if someone came along while you were gone.

You kept a knife secure in your grip, ready to use it at any given moment. The woods seemed quiet. Once you’d walked for a little while you decided to head back.

This time, you heard some rustling in the bushes. You saw a figure dash past, and with quick reflexes, you threw your knife. It landed in the tree, right next to the figure’s head.

“Oh fuck!” He shouted.

“Vigilante?! What the hell are you doing here?” You stormed over to him, and ripped your knife from the tree.

“Awesome shot. But I would’ve been kinda upset if you actually hit me.” He said.

You groaned. “Come on.” You grabbed his arm, and dragged him back to your makeshift camp-site.

You pushed him out into the open space.

“Look who came to visit.” You said, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here man?” Peacemaker asked.

“I followed you guys in my Vigilante-mobile.” He replied.

“Vigilante-mobile?” You scoffed. Harcourt rolled her eyes.

“Where’d you get a Vigilante-mobile?” Peacemaker asked.

“You’ve been in it.”

“The Sebring?” Now it was Peacemaker’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Can you believe this motherfucker?” Adebayo asked through the coms.

You tried to hold in a laugh. You knew Murn wouldn’t appreciate having an extra body on the mission, but you figured maybe he could be of some use.

“Is that the fucking trashcan guy?” Economos asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s the trashcan guy.” Harcourt sighed.

The four of you settled back on the ground, waiting for further instructions.

“Why don’t we just take out the bodyguards and just storm inside?” Vigilante pressed.

“The bodyguards are probably just innocents hired to protect them.” Harcourt replied, still eating from her trail mix.

“Why don’t I sneak in and kill him?” You asked.

“You can sneak too? Knives and sneaking, what else can you do?” Vigilante turned to you, his voice filled with excitement.

“Boner alert.” Peacemaker said with a sing-song voice.

Movement from the mansion pulled your attention away from the current conversation. The family had all moved to the dining room, with the blank expressions still on their faces.

“Peacemaker do you have a shot on Papa Bear?” Murn asked.

“Not quite yet.” He replied.

The family was gathered at the table, pouring a gold goop into bowls. When Harcourt relayed that back to Murn, he insisted that they were butterflies.

There were long purple tongue looking things coming out of their mouth to suck up the goop. Murn demand that Peacemaker kill them all immediately.

He was getting uncomfortable again. He wasn’t used to killing people anymore. This was really taking a toll on him. You were about to say something when Vigilante stepped in.

“Hey dude, move over for a sec.”

Peacemaker moved away from the gun, his breath ragged. Vigilante took his spot, and started humming as he moved the gun. Every time Vigilante took a shot, Peacemaker flinched.

With three shots, the mother, son, and daughter were killed. He was about to take the last shot when someone popped out from the bushes, kicking him out of the way.

You recognized the green suit from the photos. It was Judomaster. He was fast while fighting the four of you. Harcourt was down first, getting kicked and falling down the hill.

The three of you that were left were throwing punches like crazy. Judomaster was somehow able to know exactly what you were doing, and avoided it perfectly.

You tossed one of your knives to Peacemaker, and he went after him with it. At the last second, Judomaster ducked, causing Peacemaker to land a slash on Vigilante.

“Fuck dude!”

“Sorry!”

You tried to keep up, but he was just too fast. Peacemaker was down next, with a swift kick to the face.

That just left you and Vigilante. While standing behind him, you pulled his sword off of his back, and tried to keep some distance between you.

He was able to dodge around your attacks, and take you down as well.

When you woke up, you were tied to a chair in a cave. Yellow lights illuminated the walls around you. Peacemaker was sitting next to you, and Vigilante was across the way. Judomaster sat in front of Peacemaker, taunting him.

Vigilante however, had his hands tied in front of him, hanging from a rope. His ankles were tied to the legs of his chair.

Peacemaker and Judomaster bickered for a few minutes, before Goff came inside. He opened a toolbox that was sitting on a table. Judomaster stood up to pull the rope Vigilante’s hands were tied to, pulling his arms up higher.

Goff grabbed two red clamps from the table, and put them on Vigilante’s suit, right on his crotch.

“What are you doing?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed. You pulled on the ropes, hoping to find some give.

“What the fuck?” Vigilante asked. His voice sounded groggy, like he’d just woken up.

Goff tossed a set of keys to Judomaster. “Take the tunnel to the forest. From there go to Glan Tai, let them know what’s occurred here.”

Judomaster left through one of the openings in the cave, but not before giving Peacemaker his middle finger.

Goff moved back to the table, and flipped the switch on the red box that the clamps were connected to. The machine lit up, and softly started humming.

He then moved back over to Vigilante. He grabbed his mask and started to lull it off.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, no, no, no!” He pulled the mask off. Vigilante started making different odd faces, crossing his eyes, and sticking his tongue out.

“What are you doing?” Peacemaker asked him.

“If I keep changing my facial expressions, he won’t be able to recognize me in a line up.”

You furrowed your brows. “Adrian?!” The cute bus boy from Fennel Fields sat across from you, in the Vigilante suit.

“You need to tell me what you know, how you know it, and who sent you. Otherwise you will know pain unlike ever before.” Goff said, mostly to Peacemaker.

“I’m not telling you shit!” He spat back.

Goff reached over to the red box and twisted a knob. You could hear the flow of electricity, immediately followed by Adrian’s screams.

“Fuck!” He struggled to get out.

You moved your hands around behind your back. If you moved a little bit, you might be able to slide the knife that was hidden in your sleeve down to your hand.

Goff turned the machine off. Adrian was gasping for breath, hunched over in his chair.

“Does that change your mind?”

“Sorry pal, not for sale.” Peacemaker replied.

“What?” You and Adrian both exclaimed.

“Give it all you got!” Peacemaker shouted.

“No, no, no, no!” Adrian begged.

Goff turned the knob again, sending more painful volts to Adrian. He had his head thrown back, and was essentially no longer sitting on the chair.

Goff turned off the machine, and looked at Peacemaker questioningly. “How do you like that?”

“I like it! I like it a lot! I don’t give a fuck!” He shouted.

“What the fuck dude?!” You shouted back at Peacemaker.

“You’re not gonna break me motherfucker!”

“Oh good god no! No, no, no, no, no!” Adrian continued to beg.

You tried to slant yourself so that the knife could fall down your sleeve.

Goff, once again, turned the machine on, and Adrian cried out in agony.

“Oh fuck!” He screamed.

When the machine was turned off again, Adrian was gasping for breath. He kept flinching, like electricity was still running through his body.

It took him a second, but it seemed like he caught his breath.

“You okay?” You ask him.

He looks up at you, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, that was a stupid question.” You said to yourself.

“Hey. Aren’t you Gut Chase’s younger brother? The one who’s playing DnD all the time?” Peacemaker asked.

“Since then I’ve turned my body into an instrument of vengeance.” It sounded like he was still struggling to speak.

You felt the cool metal of your knife fall into your palm. You slowly readjusted your hands to get a better grip on it.

Adrian and Peacemaker went on about Adrian’s body, and how it had improved.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m not giving this guy anything.” Peacemaker insisted.

“Uh, maybe you could just give him a little?” Adrian asked.

You were able to flip the blade out of the knife, and began cutting at your restraints.

Goff pulled what looked like a pair of pliers out of his toolbox. “So, pure pain couldn’t get you to talk. What about the fear of losing something more permanent, like a toe? I’ll start with his pinky.”

“What? My pinky? Why me again?” Adrian asked.

“This one’s obviously the alpha.” He gestured to Peacemaker. “More likely to have knowledge. And this one…” He gestured to you. “This one’s to pretty to fuck up.” You felt yourself want to revolt in disgust, but you kept working the knife through the rope.

“And humans are, above all, creatures of empathy. The best way to get them to talk is to hurt the ones they love most.” Goff explained.

“What?” Adrian shouted.

“Fuck it! Cut off all his toes! I don’t care!” Peacemaker yelled out.

“Dude! If someone doesn’t have their pinky toe they fall over! It’s the most important toe on the human body!” Adrian argued as Goff pulled his shoe off.

“I don’t think that’s true.” Peacemaker said, shaking his head.

“It is! I read it on the interne-” Adrian was cut off by his own screaming once more.

You could feel that your hands were almost free from their confines. You could hear the sound of his skin breaking and the wet sounds of his blood.

“Why is it not coming off?” Goff shouted as he kept cutting away.

“Cause your blades are dull as fuck man!” Adrian let out a groan. “Why don’t you maintain your torture shit?”

Peacemaker flinched and looked away from the scene in front of him. You kept sawing away at your ropes.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Adrian shouted.

And just like that your hands were free. You sprang up, and pulled Goff off of Adrian.

You plunged your knife into his heart, pulled it back out, then repeated the process a couple of times. His blood splattered across your body as he collapsed on the floor.

You ran over to Adrian and cut his hands free, then his ankles. He quickly grabbed the clamps, and threw them across the room. You went over to Peacemaker next to cut him free. Once he stood up, you walked back to Adrian to help him up.

He had an arm thrown over your shoulder. One of your arm was around his waist, and your other hand rested on his side that was against you, making sure he didn’t fall.

“Grab his mask.” You told Peacemaker, nodding to the table.

You were about to leave through the exit you saw Judomaster go through, but then you saw Goff started to move again.

His mouth was pushed open, and out flew a large, blue, iridescent butterfly.

The three of you stood there in awe.

“Oh. Project Butterfly.”

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Mobster!Steve Rogers x reader Part 1

Request: Can you write about mob steve. Reader doesn't know that he is a mafia so she kinda rude to him. Make it fluff and smut 😘😘 . Thank you . Happy birthday 🥳🥳 and i love your writing

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Warnings: swearing, talk of past abusive relationship, (photo not mine, credit to owner)

>Part 2>

You hated clubs. They were filled with unwanted wondering hands. They were loud, and because they were loud, it meant you had beer fumes being breathed against your ear as some creep tried to get in your pants. Not your idea of a fun night. But the worst part tonight, the straw that broke the camels back, was when your ex showed up. Brock Rumlow was the worst mistake of your life.

"He misses you," A friend had whispered. "Why don't you talk to him? Maybe try give things another go." She smiled excitedly. "I know he wants to, he told me."

It was a set up. Most likely by him, and that was dangerous, it meant you had to get away from him, before he got mad.

So you made an excuse up about needing the ladies and ran for it. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you made it to the other side of the club, but you weren't safe. Brock knew you like the back of his hand, so he followed you.

You could curse yourself for wearing heels, it was harder to run away as he followed after you, shouting your name. You wiped your tears away as you began walking down a dark hallway to get away, only to crash into a wall of solid muscle.

"Fuck!" You dropped to your knees and quickly collected your purse, seriously considering just leaving it's contents on the floor.

"Apology accepted." A deep voice sighed above you.

You huffed and abruptly stood up. "I didn't apologise."

"I know." The same voice growled.

You rolled your eyes as you hooked your bag over your shoulder as you sniffled. "Excuse me." You pushed passed the group of men, only to have your wrist grabbed. You let out a startled gasp, expecting to see Brock but it wasn't. You narrowed your glare at the bearded blond, "What? Gonna scold me for not apologising?"

He shook his head as he frowned at you, "You're crying... And scared."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Steve, we've gotta-" A dark-haired man spoke from behind you, being cut off by the blond.

"Did something happen to you? Are you hurt?" His voice was filled with worry as he let go of your hand.

You shook your head, "N-No, I just, need to leave."

The brunet let out a small chuckle, "Not this way, doll, this is private."

"Didn't you see the sign?" Another man asked. "Pretty hard to miss." He offered you a soft smile.

You shook your head, "I... Sorry, I should-"

"No," 'Steve' stepped in front of you, holding his hands up in front of him when you flinched. "Look, you're clearly distressed and upset, so why don't you come back to my office. You can have a stiff drink, and then tell us what's happened." He smiled softly, nodding his head.

You nodded after a quick look back towards the way you'd just come. Anything was better than Brock, right?

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"Brock, Rumlow?" Steve glared at the screen in front of him and the footage from the nights security camera's. "Who is he?" Steve looked up.

You let out a heavy sigh as you stared into your empty glass. "My ex... My, abusive, ex." You looked over at Steve. "We broke up... Nearly four months ago, but he can't seem to get it into his head, I don't want anything to do with him. I've had to change my number, change my locks... I've even spotted him a couple of times following me."

"Did you tell the police?" Steve asked, knowing the answer.

You nodded, "They said I was crazy. Without any evidence, there was nothing they could do." You sighed, "I'm sorry, you don't need to be hearing this."

Steve shook his head as he got up from where he sat behind his desk. "It's okay, Y/N."

"Yeah. Stevie's always had a soft spot for damsels in distress." Bucky, the brunet, sent you a teasing wink making you smile.

Steve glared at him, "You and Sam go locate Mr Rumlow."

Bucky nodded, "And do what to him?"

Your brow furrowed at his words as you looked up at Steve.

He shook his head. "Keep an eye on him, and let me know where he is. I'm gonna make sure, Y/N, gets home okay." Steve gave you a reassuring smile.

You opened your mouth to protest but Bucky and Sam had already left Steve's office. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Steve cleared his throat and stood from his chair before moving towards you.

"This, Brock guy... He hit you?" Steve asked as he sat down beside you on the leather sofa.

You looked up to meet his knowing gaze and nodded, "He would usually rough me up a bit during sex he demanded we have." You whispered lowering your head. "Or, grab a hold of me, and squeezed a little too hard..." You shook your head and let out a short chuckle. "He'd never do anything anyone could see."

Steve shook his head as he let out a heavy sigh. "M'sorry, doll," He frowned at you, "You shouldn't have had to deal with the that. Not from someone who's meant to care 'bout you."

"Brock never cared about me." You admitted, more to yourself than Steve.

Steve placed his hand on your knee and gave a soft squeeze. "Sounds like you're better off without that asshole, doll." He offered you a playful smile making you smile. The sound of his cell drew his attention away from you.

You watched as Steve stood up and went back over to his desk. He picked his cell up and read something before slipping it into his pocket.

"'kay, let's go."

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The next morning whilst you were cleaning your breakfast things away there was a knock on your apartment door. You froze, straining your hearing for any sign that it might be Brock.

You never saw Brock again last night as you Steve walked through his club, his hand in yours. You'd found yourself taking hold of it when you were startled by some guy trying to grab a hold of you. It was silly but for some reason you felt safe. Steve didn't mind, he just pulled you closer to him.

Once the two of you were outside, Steve ushered you into a black car before he followed you in asking for your address. Before you knew it, you were saying goodnight to Steve outside your apartment door.

With a shaky breath you peaked through the peep hole, letting put a relieved sigh and opened the door, smiling politely at the delivery man that held a bunch of flowers. "Hello?"

"Miss Y/N?" The yound man smiled at you. You nodded with a furrowed brow. "These are for you. Have a good day."

You stared down at the flowers that you held with an opened mouth. You couldn't remember the last time you received flowers. Definitely never received any from Brock. With the door shut, you pulled out the small card that was with the flowers.

Let me take you to dinner tonight. Steve

On the back was his number. You shook your head with a smile as you placed the gorgeous flowers on to the coffee table.

You pulled out your cell and dialled the number, as you waited you thought back to last night. You thought back to what Steve had said to you before you wished him goodnight.

"If you were mine, I'd treat you like a Queen." Steve smiled at you as he leaned against the wall.

You rolled your eyes, "How many times have you said that, to a woman?" You asked as you finally unlocked your door.

Steve shook his head. "Never. But I mean it. I'd take care of you." He whispered.

"I was wondering if you'd call." Steve answered. You could hear the smirk in his tone.

"How'd you know it was me?" You asked curiously, sitting down on the sofa.

Steve let out a low chuckle, "Just did, doll. So, dinner tonight. You like Italian? Or do you prefer something else?"

"I haven't said yes, yet." You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.

Steve let out a low chcukle, "Sweetheart, you wouldn't have called, if you were saying no." He spoke softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I like talian." You whispered. "Thank you for the flowers." You smiled and reached out to gently touch the petals.

"You're welcome, doll. My ma always told me, 'you gift a pretty dame flowers on a date, to start it with a smile'."

You felt your cheeks begin to blush at his words. "Well... I am smiling."