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unconventional methods - chapter 1

Summary: Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now.

After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs.

Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator Reader)

Word Count: 5.7K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, sex deprivation, adult content creation, sexy lingerie, sexy photos and videos, male masturbation, self-doubt, overthinking, flirting, sexting, sending explicit content to each other, pet names, mutual masturbation, jealousy, feeling possessive (nothing toxic), hiding the real identity, no mention of y/n.

A/N: This was such a random idea but as I started to think about it, more details came to me. After a point, it became impossible not to write.

In this story, Bunny is the reader but we view most of the story from Bucky’s side so there’s no use of you during the story. We don’t know what the reader is up to, how she feels about stuff. Only as much as Bucky knows or sees. That’s why the reader is mentioned as she mostly.

>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.

This story is not exactly how it seems but I don’t want to spoil it by revealing things too soon. Just stick around, if you wanna know how things will turn out to be.

Again, a big thank you to @notafunkiller for helping me every step of the way. She helped me the moment I felt stuck or something felt off, beta read the whole story and turned this into a readable piece. Thanking her won’t be enough. I would literally add her as a co-writer if that was possible on Tumblr.

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message me or send me a question regarding the stories I write. I would love to talk about it and no, it would never bother me as long as it’s not a hate comment. They are never welcome.

Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.

Bucky wasn’t sure if he should do this. He looked at the paper Natasha handed him and then back at the screen again. The internet browser was open for a while, but he couldn’t decide what to do. It felt weird to be in this position. It didn’t feel right… but why was it wrong again? She was sharing her own content: whatever she was comfortable with. They were all there for people to see if they wanted to, right? He took a deep breath, started to type the link Natasha wrote down for him, and pushed enter quickly before he changed his mind.

The page loaded quickly, but all he could see was her profile picture and the header. There was a huge subscribe button and under it, he could see how many posts she had, different subscription options, etc. He scrolled back up to look at her photos. They were not clickable, but her profile picture was her in blue lingerie and cute bunny ears, which made him smile for a second. Then he looked at the header. She was on all fours, staring directly into the camera. It was a different look. Not that “I’m trying to look sexy” look that usually turned him off when it came to porn. It felt genuine somehow. How genuine it could be under these circumstances…

He looked at her profile picture for a while, thinking what could go wrong? A lot of people were doing this, weren't they? Some people were making money, some were paying for it. It wasn't that different from buying a dirty magazine. No, actually this was better because she had all the creative control over her own content. She was the one putting it out there. If that was not consent, then what was? He quickly created an account for himself, using a new email account like Natasha suggested. He didn’t need anyone to find out about this.

The next part felt like falling into a rabbit hole because dear god… She looked gorgeous! She had some free content that didn’t show much. Different poses in different lingerie. The photos were serving their purpose, making you want to subscribe and see more… of her. So he kept looking for a while.

There was something about her that made her so much more attractive, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He clicked next, looking at her pic in front of the mirror, with her legs wide open, but not actually showing anything. The slight smile on her face was warm and inviting. He knew he had no other option than to subscribe and see all of her content. He needed to see more.

The process didn't take long. After unlocking the special content, he just stared at the screen. How can she be real? He palmed his face, feeling nervous like he was on a first date with this attractive woman. He knew he wasn't. She was way out of his league, but he still felt nervous and intrigued while checking out all the content. There were so many different options and he didn’t know where to start.

At first, he decided to go slow and just check a couple of nude photos. The pics were in order, showing her getting rid of one piece of clothing with each new shot. It started with her fully dressed, looking super sexy: short skirt, modest cleavage, looking all cute. First, the skirt was gone, then her top, and she was left standing in her pastel pink lingerie that covered her chest completely, but it was lacy and see-through. It was fitting her like it was custom-made. He couldn’t stop himself and kept swiping, finding different concepts. His cock was pressed against his pants, aching for attention as he was unable to look away.

After spending god knows how long on her profile, Bucky finally couldn’t take it anymore. This was the point of all this, wasn’t it? Creating the need at the right time to please himself, so he wouldn’t get random erections during the missions… He unzipped himself and finally freed his cock. Still, his hands didn’t go there directly. He kept looking at her profile, discovering other features: like videos she uploaded while getting off!

“Dear god…” He gulped after seeing the thumbnail. She had a dildo in her hand. There was no way he was not going to click on this. No way!

He watched her taking her sweet time, teasing herself and, of course, the viewers, then getting really wet and adding lube on top of it before she pushed the dildo inside. The moan she let out sent a powerful jolt through his whole body. It was so beautiful and felt so fucking authentic, nothing like those fake, unrealistic porn moans. They were always a huge turn-off. This, on the other hand, was too much to handle. His cock was dripping so much precum, begging him for some attention. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. Either it never happened or it was so long ago, it doesn’t matter anymore.

He finally reached for the lube, poured a generous amount into his flesh hand, and quickly grabbed his cock.

“Fuck.” It felt so sensitive. Like he had been edged for the last hour. Maybe he had been… after all the content he went through.

His fingers were loose, moving up and down slowly while the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on was pleasing herself on the screen. He didn’t want this to end too soon. He wanted to take his sweet time and maybe imagine she was the one doing this to him. That was a nice image: her between his legs, looking up at him with those big eyes while she moved her hand up and down slowly, torturing him, not letting him come until she said so.

His breath shuttered at the thought, his fingers moving faster than before, like they have their own mind. His cock was grateful, but no, he didn’t want to come before the video was done. Somehow it felt like disappointing your date during your first sex.

Luckily, she started to shatter, moaning as she came on the dildo she was riding. And the noises she made immediately sent him over the edge.

“F-f-fuck,” he slurred as he started to come. It felt good, really good. He lost himself in pleasure and kept stroking until he emptied himself. Until he felt that overstimulation creeping in. That was when he noticed he closed his eyes. When he opened them back up, the video was done and the black screen with a play again button welcomed him.

Disappointment washed over him. She wasn't there with him. Even if he came before the video was done, she wouldn’t know. There was no one to disappoint. He was alone in his bedroom, jerking off to a computer screen, but in his defense, the girl was hot. Really hot.

He took a deep breath, letting himself enjoy the afterglow. That was the point of all this: enjoying small stuff like satisfaction without going through the tedious process of meeting new people. He reached for the wet wipes and cleaned himself quickly. As he clicked the exit button on the video, he saw another one. It must be old because she looked a bit younger, and her hair was a little lighter. Also, it looked like a short one so he clicked on it.

“Hey. Thank you so much for subscribing.” This was the first time he heard her voice. It was soft and calm. “I know this isn’t conventional, but I enjoy sharing content like this. Don’t judge me if you don’t wanna be judged, okay?” She winked and god, it was adorable. “I'll try to share new content every Wednesday. I hope to see you here. Feel free to message me if you like. Take care.”

If he hadn’t come thirty seconds ago, he would have gotten hard again after hearing her voice. He was glad even the super soldier serum had some limits. Before his body could recover from his intense orgasm, he closed the window and decided to go take a shower.

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The next week passed in a blur. There were missions, briefings, and someone’s birthday… He didn’t care whose. It was not someone from the main team, that was all he knew. He was eating his cake in the corner, minding his own business when Natasha sat next to him.

“Hey.” She tried to sound as casual as possible.

“Hey.”

“You look better.”

Bucky looked at her confused.

“Does that supposed to be a compliment, Romanoff?”

“It’s a simple statement, Barnes. It looks like you took my advice and gave yourself a break.” Bucky averted his gaze from her. “No accidental erections during missions, congrats.”

“It was one time, Natasha. One time. When will you let it go?”

“Whenever you tell me about your… experience.”

“My experience?” He looked back at her, with the same confused expression all over again.

“I wanna know if you liked her or not. I don’t need details.”

“Why do you care so much about it? She’s just a random girl.” He lied to her. She wasn’t. At least not to him. He had been checking her account anytime he got a chance. This whole week, he had been masturbating more than he ever did before. Sometimes even the thought of her was turning him on so randomly, he was starting to get worried, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop himself from checking for updates.

She was sharing content very regularly. Sometimes they were new photoshoots, and sometimes just random cute photos in pajamas. He didn’t know which content he was looking forward to the most. All he knew was he loved how genuine it felt she was.

“I’m just noisy. So tell me…”

“Yes, Natasha, I like her. She’s cute and hot, exactly what I was looking for. What do you want, a thank you?”

Bucky really had no idea how Natasha managed to hit the bull's eye when she suggested this girl to him. She was absolutely his type, so he could say thank you for this, but nothing more.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Thank you.” It was Natasha’s turn to feel confused because in all the time they spent together with Barnes, he never once thanked her. This was a first.

“Wow. You really like her.” She sounded proud of herself.

“Hey, Buck!” The moment Bucky heard Sam’s voice, he jumped off the couch. He didn’t want to spend another minute talking about his irrational crush with Natasha. It was pointless.

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As the time passed, Bucky felt like he was addicted to her content. He was checking his phone much more often than before, just to see if she shared something. He didn’t notice it until Sam pointed it out and asked if he got a girlfriend or something. He quickly denied that possibility, finding a lame excuse. He wasn’t sure if Sam bought it or not, but he definitely needed to check his phone less often.

When he came back home, he felt so tired. The whole day was full of meetings and he let himself be consumed by the details just not to think about her. It was Wednesday, which meant new content, yet he still tried to stay away from his phone.

He literally consumed every content she ever shared. There was no photo or video on her profile he didn't see. There were some he masturbated to more than once. He just wanted to take a step back and if he could manage this, he would feel less of a creep. The problem was he was home and he had nothing to do.

He tried to distract himself with food at first, and it only worked for 15 minutes. Then he took a shower, which took even less. Watching television didn’t even last more than 5 minutes, so he decided to go to sleep, but his mind kept wandering to her. He wanted to know what she shared and how she looked. Finally, he gave in and opened her profile… to see nothing. Since yesterday she shared literally nothing. That was so unlike her. She shared something every day and she never missed Wednesdays. He didn’t care about the lack of new content. It worried him that he doesn’t know if she was alright. Why wouldn’t she be? Maybe she was busy. He tried to calm himself down but falling asleep was impossible.

Then he made a promise to himself: if she won't share anything by noon the next day, he would message her. That thought calmed him down a little.

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The next day, Bucky forgot that he was trying to avoid checking his phone in public. His body was at work, but his mind was stuck on… her. He kept looking at her profile to see something, anything to assure himself you’re alright, but there was literally nothing. Complete silence. When it was finally noon, he had no patience left. Normally, he wouldn’t even consider sending a message, but he was just worried. And it didn’t occur to him that it was not his place to be concerned about this woman.

He opened her profile and clicked on the direct messages feature. His mind was completely blank. He had no idea what to say, looking at the screen for a couple of seconds as he trying to collect his thoughts.

“Hey.” That’s all he could come up with. How to say you are worried about someone who has no idea you even exist? It was ridiculous, but there was no way he could just wait and do nothing. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I hope you are alright. You have been absent lately. It could be something totally personal, I know that, but you never miss Wednesdays. So I wanted to check in to see if you are fine. I really hope you are.”

He took a deep breath after he pressed send. It was a long shot for sure. He didn’t really expect an answer. Maybe a seen. And that would be more than enough.

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An unfamiliar chime got Bucky’s attention. It surely came from his phone, but he never heard that sound before. When he took his phone out and saw the notification, his heart skipped a beat, just for a second. It was a message from her. The nervous feeling spread through his body like poison, sweat pooling on his forehead before he even clicked on it.

>> Hey, handsome. Thank you for checking in. I have been a bit busy and sick at the same time. Not the best combo. Sorry for missing the content day. I will make it up next Wednesday.

Bucky looked at the message, a bit confused. He wasn’t interested when the new content was gonna drop. He just wanted to know if she was okay. Being busy and sick at the same time didn’t look so. Content should have been the last thing she should be worried about.

<< I’m not worried about the content, darling. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He definitely didn’t expect her to respond this quickly, it didn’t even take a minute.

>> Really? I thought you’d miss me.

She was talking like she knew him personally. Like they have chatted before. It was weird and comforting at the same time.

<< I did miss seeing your cute little face, I’m not gonna lie, but I didn’t message you for that. Content can wait until you feel better.

>> My cute little face is a little bit unpresentable and I appreciate your concern. It’s refreshing to see someone actually cares how I am feeling instead of why I did not share anything lately.

<< I’m sure your cute little face is still the cutest thing on the face of the earth. I wouldn’t worry about being presentable.

>> Get ready for a jumpscare.

He had no idea what that meant, but the text was followed by a selfie: her, in bed, looking rather exhausted, with a messy bun, cute pajamas, and a cup of tea in her hand. Bucky quickly googled what jumpscare means and came back to the messaging screen.

<< You clearly don’t know what jumpscare means. It would be me, in a dark hallway or an alley. That’s real jumpscare. This is a cute lady who needs a bit of time to recover.

>> First darling, now cute lady. Are you sure you aren’t 60 years old?

<< Why, do you have an age limit?

>> For my content? No. << And for other stuff?

>> The answer is still no, but are you?

<< 60? No. I’m 107.

>> How do you know how to use the app at 107?

That question made Bucky laugh a little, but he chose to be honest.

<< If I don’t know something I just google it.

>> Shouldn't you be semi-dead at 107?

<< I should be fully dead yet I’m still here.

>> Your profile says 33. Why are you lying handsome?

<< Believe me, my body and soul are older than 33.

>> I kinda believe that because you are talking differently.

<< Is it why you are answering my messages?

>> That and I feel a bit lonely. Your message sounded cute. I usually end the conversation before it gets too far.

<< What’s too far for you?

>> When they start demanding private pictures or try to sext.

Bucky had to google once again what sext means, just to be sure, and it was exactly what he thought it would be.

<< But you sent them to me.

>> Just one picture. A sick selfie and you didn’t ask for it. I thought it would turn you off really badly and you would say take care and end the convo.

<< I still think you look cute.

>> I am starting to believe you might be cute as well.

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Bucky had no idea how things got this far with her. After that message, they were literally sending texting each other daily. Just checking in, asking random stuff, or getting to know each other. It was not the same every day. Sometimes it was just a couple of messages and dead silence. Sometimes they communicated all day, non-stop, but Bucky didn’t mind. He didn’t mind not talking to her every day. Knowing that she was okay gave him a bit of peace. Just a good morning or a good night message was enough to ease his anxiety.

>> Good morning, handsome.

That was the text he woke up to, that made him smile almost all day. Every time he remembered her calling him handsome or taking time to send a message to him, it made him happy. It made him feel different than others. He knew that was not the case. Maybe she kept talking to him because he didn’t make her uncomfortable. Maybe she talked to others too. He had no idea, but whenever he thought about her messaging someone else, he felt a faint pain in his stomach. He knew this feeling was irrational, so he avoidedto think about it as much as possible.

<< Good morning, bunny.

<< Is your favorite color pink? He randomly asked as he had been doing all week. The question came to him because he noticed she wore that color a lot.

>> No, it’s light blue. Why?

<< You wear pink a lot, that’s why I asked.

>> That’s what they like. Most men still think blue is a manly color.

<< You look divine in blue. It’s their loss really.

Her answer was a picture of her in blue lingerie. It surprised him because that photo was not on her profile. He remembered seeing this set, but not this exact photo. He kept looking at the pic for much longer than he should have. Another message woke him up from his trance.

<< I take that as you like it.

>> This photo is not on your profile.

<< No, it’s not.

>> But you feel fine sending it to me.

<< You said I look divine in blue.

>> You do. I’m just surprised you sent me a photo you didn’t share before. I’m glad you feel comfortable.

<< I’m pretty comfortable talking to you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t talk to someone whose name I don’t know.

>> I don’t know your name either, bunny.

<< You are a smart man. Most assume this is my real name.

>> Using your real name would be an unnecessary risk.

<< Is that why you don’t call me Viv?

>> Maybe. I wasn’t doing it on purpose. Why are you calling me handsome?

<< I don’t know, I never really thought about it.

>> Yeah, exactly. You don’t know what I look like but you are calling me handsome.

<< I would love to see what you look like, but I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.

>> I’m sure what you are imagining is much better than the reality, bunny.

<< Why do you call me bunny?

>> Because of your profile photo. The bunny ears. You look really cute.

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Bucky was in the middle of debriefing. After a really long mission, he was finally back in New York. He wondered if Bunny messaged him. That was what he’d been calling her in his mind for a while and suddenly, he realized it might be too weird. Was he getting too creepy? Too comfortable? They didn’t even know each other properly. The last time they talked, she asked him why he didn’t use Viv. Maybe that was a signal for him to go for the fake name instead of his nickname.

“Barnes.” Fury’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you want to add anything else.” His voice was firm.

“No, no. Romanoff covered it well.”

“Good. Rest for a couple of days. We will be going back to finish what we started.”

When Bucky finally reached out for his phone, Natasha was smiling in the corner.

“Does he have a secret girlfriend?” Sam asked.

“Maybe. I have no idea.” She lied.

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>> Good morning, old man.

>> Busy day?

>> I got a funny story to tell you, but you aren’t around.

>> Please tell me I didn’t offend you with the nickname.

>> I am messaging you a lot, aren’t I? I should leave you alone.

>> I’m sorry…

Bucky’s heart was racing as he read the messages. He should’ve warned her about not being online for a while. Instead, she thought she did something wrong. He looked at the message screen, trying tocome up with a good response to assure her that he wasn’t offended. He was an old man after all. What was there to get offended?

<< Hey. I’m sorry. I was away for work. There was no signal. I did not see your messages before.

<< Just know that you never bother me. You can message me as much as you want. Whenever you want and I will answer when I can.

<< And you know I should be the one to worry if I’m bothering you or creeping you out. Not you.

<< If you still wanna tell me that funny story, I’m here to listen, Viv.

Bucky wasn’t sure if she would reply. After all, she didn’t get a message from him for a while. Maybe he’d already lost his chance… But then his phone chimed.

>> Viv? Where did Bunny go?

>> 🐰

<< You want me to call you Bunny?

>> I got used to it.

<< Okay, Bunny. If that’s what you want.

This made him feel better. Maybe he was just overthinking. She didn’t seem to mind half of the things he was thinking about.

<< Should I get used to being called old man?

>> Does it bother you?

<< It doesn’t. I am an old man.

>> You are 33 if you didn’t lie while creating your profile.

<< Biologically, yes.

>> But you feel older, so you don’t mind.

>> I’m glad you are back.

<< I’m sorry that I didn’t warn you about work.

>> It’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.

That last message broke his heart. He knew she was right. He didn’t owe her anything, but that wasn’t the reason why he was explaining himself. He was doing it because he wanted to, and a small part of him wanted to owe her an explanation. He also wanted her to owe him an explanation. Yet he knew that wasn’t the case.

<< Is that how you feel?

>> Isn’t that how I should feel? I don’t know who you are. I don’t even know what you look like. I just know I like talking to you. If that’s the only thing you are willing to do, then it’s fine by me. I mean you could be married or engaged and I wouldn’t know. So it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself.

Bucky looked at the message for a while, digesting what she was saying. She was right. She had no information about who he was while he had access to her all of her content and now private messages. She was completely exposed, and he didn’t even share his name with her. Why would she trust him? Why would she owe him any explanation at all?

<< It’s James.

>> Nice to meet you, James 🐰

>> You have such a beautiful name.

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After he shared his name with her, something changed between them. Something subtle, but it meant a lot to Bucky. It felt like she was more open, and more curious now.

>> What are you wearing?

Bunny’s question caught him off guard. He looked at himself in panic. He was sitting on the floor, only with his boxers on, so there was no way he could tell her the truth.

<< Pajamas, you?

>> What kind of pajamas? I’m guessing old man pajamas but…I never saw an old man in old-school pajamas. Maybe you can show me.

Shit, shit, shit.

Lying to her was a huge mistake. He had no pajamas to put on. He only had a couple of pants, and henleys, and maybe three jackets. Natasha always made fun of him for wearing the same stuff over and over again. She was trying to hit a nerve so he would go buy something new, but it didn’t work, of course. Now, he wished it did.

He started to panic a little, looking around to find a solution. I could cover my body, a voice in his head said. And that’s what he did. He laid down, covered himself with his blanket, and took the picture. His face wasn’t in the frame, just the tip of his chin. Since he shaved this morning, his dimple was showing. He used his vibranium hand to take the selfie, and in this way, it looked like a normal photo.

It was too late when he noticed the fact that he laying on the floor, not in bed was visible. He cursed to himself while waiting for her answer. There was no way she wasn’t going to comment about the absence of the bed. No way.

>> I am not seeing any pajamas or your body, old man. It is that bad?

Bucky took a breath of relief. Maybe she did not even notice. After all, she wanted to see him. Maybe she didn’t even pay attention to his surroundings.

Or maybe she just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. That thought changed his mind. He literally saw every part of her body. Sending a picture back in his boxers shouldn’t be a big deal, right? He stood up and extended his vibranium arm. The new selfie was quite similar except this time he was showing a lot of skin. Starting from the tip of his chin, he showed his upper body only. He looked at the photo before sending it: upper body and black boxers. No bare legs and no face.

>> I see no pajamas. And this body doesn't belong to an old man at all. Are you lying to me, James?🤨

He might have made a mistake by sending this picture. There was no way he could prove to her this is actually him. Especially after all that old man talk. While he was thinking about what he’s gonna do next, he got another message.

>> Cat got your tongue?

<< A bunny did actually.

>> You look good, James. Really good, but you don’t seem excited.

Her response confused him.

<< Excited?

>> Maybe you need a photo to get excited.

Before he could ask what that means, she sent him a pic of her. Definitely not professionally taken. It’s her in front of the mirror, wearing only shorts and covering her naked breasts with one of her hands while taking the picture with the other.

>> Hope this helps.

>> But if you wanna see more, you gotta share more.

<< You're very beautiful, bunny, but I hope you know this was not my intention. I was waiting for you to tell me that funny story.

Her response was another photo: a close up on her covered breasts. She looked like she was about to drop her hand and reveal it like he did not see them before.

>> I know.

>> So does this mean you're not excited? I was trying something here…

>> I can tell you the story if that’s what you’d rather do.

“Fuck…” Bucky cursed out loud. He was really good at this before. Flirting and finding the best possible response were easy back in the 40s, but it didn’t feel like that anymore. He was constantly worried about doing something wrong or creeping her out. He wanted to hear the story, but he really wanted to see her breasts too.

<< What do I have to do to see more?

>> I’ve just told you. Share more to get more.

Oh, so she wanted more photos of him, and he literally had no idea how to take flattering pictures.

>> Maybe start by showing me if the photos worked or not.

He looked down at himself and saw his rock-hard cock. How is he supposed to show her? Maybe I should mimic her photos. He touched the outline of his dick, making it a little more visible before taking a picture.

<< Is it clear enough?

>> Oh, you got really excited, didn’t you Jamie?

>> Not an old man after all.

He loudly groaned when he saw what she called him. Jamie. God! He felt a jolt of arousal the moment he read the nickname. He was sure he got even a little harder if that’s possible.

Before he could find an answer, Bunny sent him another photo. This time her palm was stretched on her breasts, fingers not hiding much anymore, but still, her tits weren’t completely visible. Yet he could see how erect her nipple was. He already had a lot of dirty thoughts: like taking her nipple into his mouth and torturing her before giving in. He just didn’t know if he should voice them or not.

<< Oh, that nipple…

>> What about it?

<< You wanna hear what I am thinking about?

>> Well, since I’m trying to tempt you here… What do you think?

<< Fuck, Bunny. You have no idea what you are doing to me.

>> I am dying to hear it though.

Instead of telling her, Bucky decided to show her. He tried to position himself in front of the camera and take a good photo of his erection. He tried a couple of different angles, but it was a dick after all. Nothing he tried seemed to make it seem more appealing in his view. When he finally sent the picture, he added a small text.

<< How about I show you instead?

>> Oh my god!

>> You were hiding that from me all this time?

>> Damn, I feel robbed.

<< Does this mean you like it, doll?

>> Oh, that’s new.

>> And I like it.

>> Maybe even better than Bunny.

>> And yes, I am actually drooling right now even with that horrible angle.

<< Horrible angle? How should I do this then? I never...

>> Do you want me to teach you, old man? Because I can.

<< I’m always open to learning new stuff. That’s the only thing you can always rely on.

>> Ohh, I love that. Open-minded, doesn’t mind taking criticism, no fragile masculinity. All very hot.

>> Try taking a picture in front of the mirror maybe. Don’t take the picture from above or too down. Try to use eye level if you aren’t particularly doing something. That works better.

Using a mirror wasn’t a good idea for him. He could imagine the photos looking better like that, but there was no way he could hide his metal arm.

So instead of positionin his camera above, he tried to level it down, showing his full length and thickness. A photo didn’t seem to work so he decided to record a short video of him playing with himself: his flesh hand going up and down slowly on his full length. He couldn’t help but let a low moan when his hand brushed against the head. Fuck, imagining her seeing this… The idea turned him on even more. He got so excited that he forgot to check the video before sending it.

>> Fuck, James.

>> Fuck fuck fuck.

>> Your voice is so fucking hot.

>> And you are so aroused. Is it all for me?

<< It’s all for you, doll.

<< This is what you do to me. All the time.

<< God, I wish you were here.

Bunny or Doll, he had no idea which one suits her better, sent a video as the response: her fingers, two of them, going in and out inside her. She was going pretty fast, indicating she had been doing this for a while, and there was a faint moaning in the background, which Bucky couldn’t get enough of. He watched the video twice before answering.

>> You are gonna be the death of me.

>> Are those fingers enough? Do you want a third one or maybe you would rather have a big dildo inside?

<< I would rather have you inside me.

After this point, everything felt like a blur. Things got out of hand, they kept exchanging photos and videos until they both got pretty powerful orgasms. Yet James found himself wanting more. So much more than she probably wanted to offer.

>>> Next Chapter

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autistichalsin · 5 months

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@mewhoismyself reminded me of an excellent, important point, in their reply to this post; they said

Doesn’t Halsin only refer to his drow captors as *captors* if the player threatens to send him back? Like- that’s so sad!! And a lot of players would completely miss it if they were trying to romance and *be nice* to him! Such a price for healing...! ;-;

And yes, you are absolutely correct!

In all other dialogue paths, Halsin continues to refer to them as hosts, or he talks around it. The closest he gets is saying "the house that held me" fell out of favor and was attacked. Only if the player (who must be a Lolth Drow for this option to appear) chooses "so the mighty bear is an escaped pet, then. I wonder if there is a reward for your return..." does Halsin acknowledge them as captors, immediately snapping, "you would be unwise to attempt it, trust me. In any case, the house of my captors is long-extinct. Interesting... part of me still thought of them as hosts, but I suppose captors is indeed more accurate."

This is interesting, because it carries a lot of implications- but what sticks out to me is that this is both a very real and relatable thing for a lot of survivors, and something that never gets talked about. So many of us walk around with internalized self-blaming attitudes, but then... something hits different when you hear someone else verbalize those deep, painful, hurtful things. Human instinct is to protect oneself from those kinds of accusations, and so it is for Halsin, and the threat breaks something. Because it's one thing to tell himself that they were simply hosts and that what happened wasn't that bad, but it's another for someone else to say it and take it a step further by threatening to send him back.

It breaks through something, in the worst way. By making the threat, the player has made it Real again. It's not a distant memory anymore, and it's not something he can make into a comfortable fantasy; it's a real threat now, even if they are dead, because now someone knows and has indicated they would send him to face it again, given the chance*. By making it Real, Halsin is now forced to see the situation for what it was, but he pretended wasn't for all these years; that his life was in peril, that he suffered, that he didn't want it, and that he was a captive, not a guest, not a novelty.

The only way to get Halsin to admit what his captors were is to threaten him and trigger him, which is truly heartbreaking. It's like how one of the ways to get Halsin to show the depths of his care for the player/their relationship, and his real emotions, the most is by acting in an emotionally abusive manner by repeatedly saying they want to break up with him, and then changing his mind; doing this is one of the few times Halsin will show his hurt at the player's hurtful actions, as after the first time, he'll start saying things like, "does it please you to see me look crestfallen? That is the only reason I can think of that you might toy with my heart like this," and "perhaps you care less for me than I supposed..." and "why would you test my patience like this? Sometimes, it is difficult to love you."

Here, too, one of the only ways to make Halsin express that he is hurt, and that the player is wrong in hurting him, and that he does NOT deserve and should not have to accept such treatment, (and one of the few ways to make him lose significant amounts of approval at once, besides committing literal murder, and one of the rare times this is on his own behalf) is by acting cruel and abusive to him. He will quietly and stoically accept so much other cruel treatment, but this is one of those rare times you can see what a deeply vulnerable person he is. It's a recurring theme with him, and it's heartbreaking; "does it please you to see me look crestfallen?" made me tear up.

There is a subtext to that statement- just as there is for "sometimes, I think people look at me and imagine my feelings cannot be hurt." This isn't the kind of statement that comes out of nowhere. This is what arises after being hurt. Quite possibly more than once. Halsin has likely been deeply hurt by people he loved and trusted before.

There's so many layers of sadness to Halsin's character, both in the plot and in a meta sense. The way there's so many heavy implications of him being let down by so many people, affecting his attachment style, and yet that there's so few chances to validate and comfort and reassure him over this, is one of the saddest parts to me. Instead, we get far more chances to be cruel than kind, and most of his most raw, powerful character moments come when the player is cruel. It's brilliant writing, but it makes my heart ache.

*This, the monstrosity of that dialogue choice and the way Halsin acts, is why I am nearly-offended that Halsin doesn't break up with the player on the spot if they choose this option; he doesn't even lose approval. I feel that he should lose at LEAST 10 approval, to match him losing 5 approval for every time (after the first) the player starts to break up with him him and then changes their mind. I love the updated scene to bits, it fixes so many of the mistakes that they made at first, but I feel like saying something this horrible to Halsin should cause him to end things between them immediately.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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azzesrffttyjyyjtyt that ask about Hob being Dream's human pet at Lucifer's centennial birthday party!!!

It made me think too: what if Dream shows up in hell to get is helm back...only to realise he stumbled in the middle of Lucifer's centennial birthday party (see, he got imprisoned for quite some time at Fawney Rig and he kind of lost track of time). Now he is surrounded by gods and demons, all of which perfectly aware of why he disappeared for the last 130 years (gossips travel fast in hell). But that is not even the worst part!

It turns out every guest has been requested to bring a human pet for entertainment...and right there, at the end of a leash held tightly by Choronzon?||Lucifer themselves?? is Hob Gadling, who visibly hasn't been nicely asked to attend (did he attract the attention of the wrong demon? or did Lucifer perfectly know what they were doing by picking Hob? After all there are not a lot of humans close enough to Dream to call him 'friend'...)

Dream's anger flares - mixed with something that tastes a lot like fear and guilt -, but he knows he must control his temper. For now it is not simply his helm he needs to bring back; he knows he won't be leaving this place without Hob!!

Ooo, funky! Poor Dream. It would definitely be a shock for Dream to show up and find out that his beloved friend, his one human companion, has been kidnapped by Lucifer. Everything just got a million times more complicated. Hob is obviously trying to keep a lid on his emotions but he keeps glancing at Dream and giving him these tiny little comforting smiles.

It doesn't get any easier from there! Lucifer tries to make Dream choose between Hob and his helm, which Dream just refuses to do. He won't leave until he has BOTH of his possessions. (The fact that Dream considers him a possession makes Hob shiver from head to toe, and he has to mentally yell at himself for being horny in a dangerous situation.)

Lucifer suggests another option: they will give Hob back to Dream and throw the helm in as a freebie, but only if Hob can prove himself worthy of being set free. If Hob can bring pleasure to the devil themself with the whole of hell watching, then he can earn his freedom. If Lucifer isn't pleased with Hob, then he'll stay in hell forever and learn how to be a better whore.

And so it begins. Hob holds his own freedom, plus Dream’s helm, within his grasp - but only if he can use his 600 years of experience to please Lucifer. While Dream, who he's loved forever, watches. No pressure! He's pretty confident though. As he settles between the devil's legs, he takes one last look at Dream... and gets to work on making Lucifer cum.

If they get out alive, he's hoping to do the same for Dream later. Or maybe he'll let Dream do all the hard work. Whatever the case, he's not letting his centennial stranger go without a very long conversation and a mutual orgasm!

#okilokiwithpurpose #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #hob x lucifer

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pigeonpeach · 1 year

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Yandere Genshin men

Content warning: kidnapping, drugging, lots and LOTS OF MANIPULATION, lots of mentions of murder including of reader in some cases. Also this is a yandere post ofc shits disturbing please proceed with caution

Characters included: Scaramouche, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato

Kaeya: Manipuulator

Lets be honest Kaeya wouldn’t be the typical kidnapper and basement yandere unless it was REALLY the ONLY option. But any freedom he gives you is pretty much a illusion. He’s a charming man, he’ll find a way to sweep someone like you off your feet and wrapped around his finger. He’ll always try to come off as the most capable and smart between you two. He won’t demand you stop seeing a male friend he doesn’t like. He’ll find some way to get said friend to slip up or fall out of your good graces. Framing, blackmail, whatever. Last on the list is murder. Which of course he’d get away with. He’d plant seeds into your head that as a captain its his duty to protect, he knows this game so you could at least listen to him. Celestia could not save you if you were a anxious or shy type. He’d play into your fears to the point you would willingly stay home all day with no need for chains or shackles. He has no need to immediately dive into extreme actions but he has nothing really stopping him from doing so completely. If someone poses a threat to his charade, they will be cut down. They won’t get the chance to utter a word.

Scaramouche: Scared

He actually does love you. If he can love at all that is. He however has never experienced a healthy permanent love. He’s certain you’ll leave one day. He doesn’t like hurting you. He likes controlling you. Because surely then he could keep you from leaving right? If you ever do want to leave you’ll have to fake your death if you really want to. And even so could bear hearing his cries. He’s not that much of a crier but he had foolishly hoped he could keep you at least that. He was a fool to think love could give him the heart he seeked. Never let him find you again after this. Because he will probably just kill you. After the fake out he come to the conclusion his love was s waste of energy he will be more eager to rid himself of his obsession than he will be to keep you alive. So if you stay instead you’ll have to drag him to some therapy.

Childe: Hunter

Oh boy. Arguably the worst so far. He’ll drag you to a cabin in His wintery hell homeland and let you experience the cold with nothing to aid you. Only to swoop in to save the day before you can die. So you’ll know to leave his home is death guaranteed. He’ll put you through hell til it feels like heaven. You’ll learn to crave his affection doting side. The caring husband. You’ll learn to cling to him. You won’t have a choice. If he has to he’ll drug you. Some kind of love potion perhaps? Whatever it takes. He however does want to love you. He does want nothing more than to just let you be a stay at home partner waiting on him to visit. Guarded by fatui soldiers with hearts as cold as a blizzard. To come home to you and a couple kiddos. He’ll be a loving father to them and you. He just has to… break you in a little before he can safely believe in you.

Diluc: Protector

Well at least you won’t be totally alone. Or totally trapped. You’ll be watched by the maids and locked in the mansion you’ll be allowed to go outside only when he’s there. With his hand tight around your waist, having already cleared any camps of monsters or treasure hoarders miles away. He’ll do everything to make you feel more comfortable here. He can’t afford to lose you. And really he does have a point when he says the world isn’t safe for you now. You’re the lover of Diluc, enemy of the Abyss Order and the Fatui. There is no way they wouldn’t take advantage of you. There is no way they wouldn’t snatch you away within a instant. He could never live with himself if he let that be the case. You’ll never be bored if you’re good. He’ll get you art supplies if you wish, any books that you would like. Even pets if you would like. Perhaps if he was really really in a good mood he may just maybe take you into town. Probably on a more proper date. He’d be easy to trick at least. You need only to kiss him on the cheek or perk up whenever he enters the room, to curl yourself into his body at night, hold his face gently and lovingly and he’ll become pure putty in your grasp. Its really just Adeline you gotta watch for she’s not blinded by the desperation for affection that Diluc is. You will have to put on quite the show to convince her too. And even if you did find a way to escape, you might find Diluc was right when he said the world isn’t safe for you anymore. What organization wouldn’t be able to capture a mere mortal to use as a bargaining chip for their most hated enemy. So maybe, you really should stay.

Kamisato Ayato: Spoiled

Ayato is a prized bachelor of high society. He could have anyone with a mere point of his finger. No family would resist him. No parent would deny him. So why do you? Why do you insist on playing hard to get when he’s already got you by your ball and chain? Truly you must be blind or damaged if you think being with him is so bad. He no doubt has you observed 24/7. Eventually one day a masked man tries to attack you and who should come to your aid but the very man who holds you hostage. He’ll hold you while you tremble muttering nonsense as he whispers sweet reassurances into your ears. Every moment without him seems to be terrifying all of the sudden. You’re left alone most of the time as you refuse to be obedient and suddenly you find you’ve become insanely paranoid to the point you start begging and pleading for ayato to come. Anyone will do you just can’t be alone. You become so needy for his affection never noticing your daily drink of water in the morning is a tad bit salty. He’d definitely drug you but more or less to get you to associate him with comfort and safety so that you’ll come to love him. But if he has to keep drugging your water then that’s fine too. Whatever he wants he gets and he will have you.

#yandere childe x reader #mild yandere themes #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere scaramouche #yandere kaeya #yandere diluc #yandere ayato #yandere tartaglia #genshin imagines #kunikushi x reader #wanderer x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #childe #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #kaeya x reader

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robsterskellington · 2 months

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Well, if you all insist. Here's a cute section for those skk shippers.

Necessary context: this is about a year or so after Vanitas came to Yokohama, so his memories have since returned. Certain other characters from VNC have since made an appearance and some caused issues that won't be spoiled here, but just for the context Naenia *has* hurt Chuuya and made a small impact on his appearance, while also harming him mentally and physically. So this is Dazai trying to comfort Chuuya:

"A puppy?" Vanitas tilted his head, surprised at those words coming from Dazai's mouth- it had been a quiet day at the Agency, so Dazai had asked to borrow Vanitas for what he'd called *personal reasons*. It turned out that Dazai wanted to show his love to Chuuya in a new way, and wanted him to feel better after the last incident they had.

"I'm terrified of dogs, but Chuuya loves them. I want him to be happy, and he put up with so much of my crap." Dazai chuckled, though he was visibly shaking and had grown deathly pale, "I thought maybe I wouldn't be as scared if we got a puppy and raised it so it wouldn't be a vicious monster like the dogs I know."

Vanitas understood that, being afraid of something and worried that it would affect his life if he didn’t get over it. Also he was more of a cat person, so were most of the Agency, as proven by how everyone liked Atsushi. Obviously it wasn't the only reason, but it was a big factor. Humming to himself, Vanitas asked, "Are you wanting to go to the pet store, or..?"

That had been something else Dazai had to think about. He slowly shook his head, "I want to adopt from a shelter. Chuuya would love that, plus even I think it's a good idea, rescuing rather than relying on a possibly sketchy breeder."

Now, Vanitas had come to respect Dazai: he was capable of being cruel and calculating, but he had a heart filled with warmth and kindness, and that wasn't something that anyone could or would ignore. Even when it came to something he hated, Dazai chose the option that was best morally and logically. Yokohama had a lot of strays, so rescue centres were an essential, thus it wasn't difficult to find one. Dazai was terrified, both of the dogs and the thought of this new commitment, but...

Naenia had nearly taken Chuuya from him. He couldn't lose him, not Chuuya. So now, he needed to make sure that he never lost him again, without being manipulative or controlling. Not that anything could truly control Chuuya, he was far too *Human*. Dazai had already fucked up so many times, and it was too much- Chuuya had been the one affected, it was time to fix what he could and ease any pain.

Time froze when a giant grey dog started snarling and barking when Dazai got a little too close to its cage, and he immediately fell on his ass, trying to scoot away while hyperventilating; this was far more than just a fear, this was straight up trauma.

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"Stand up and fight, Shūji!!"

Shūji Tsushima was about five years old at this point, standing in a makeshift boxing ring with a metal chain fence circling the entire thing. He and his father were the only people there, but in the cage with him were three dogs at least double Shūji's size. His father was training him to become stronger, he'd said. Shūji wasn't unarmed, he'd been provided a knife, and a gun.

But those snarling fangs had absolutely terrified him, he couldn't even attempt to turn his back and grab the weapons he'd dropped the moment the mutts came out. One had jumped towards him and bit his arm, causing the poor boy to scream and cry, "Father, please help me!!" This wasn't how he wanted to die.

"Pathetic excuse for a son." His father's words was the last voice he heard before he passed out, but the last sounds he heard? Three gunshots.

*****

"Dazai! You're okay, just hold onto me."

That was Vanitas' voice... but wasn't he..?

No. That's right. Shūji Tsushima wasn't here anymore, Osamu Dazai stood in his place, but still had all those same fears, memories and visions. Vanitas was rubbing Dazai's back, slowly guiding him from his panic attack. He did hear the sound of a dog, but no vicious barking, just a whine. Dazai steeled his nerves and looked over at the dog who'd barked, and... it was the one whining. Actually, it looked really sad, like it knew it did something bad.

After taking some calming breaths, Dazai sat up properly and Vanitas reached into his pocket, "I've got chocolate on me, that should help you." The Agency Members always carried some form of snack on them in case Ranpo asked them to tag along, and Vanitas usually carried chocolate, claiming that it was medically beneficial, whatever that meant. However, since Dazai felt better after having a piece, he wasn't inclined to call bullshit.

"...that dog looks sad." It was weak and childish sounding, but Dazai wanted to make sure he was still sort of functioning. Plus, he found himself a little curious.

Vanitas gave him that explanation: that dog was female and had been used for breeding most of her life. She was seven years old, and had only just been rescued, though not before her abusers got one last use out of her. Apparently the name she was given was Viola, and she was expecting another litter of puppies within the next few weeks. It sounded like the sort of sob story that would pull at Sigma's heartstrings.

Once he'd calmed down properly, Dazai decided that after coming this far, he wasn't about to give up now. Vanitas stayed close to him, as they looked around. Animals are more intelligent than some people would make them out to be, and not a single dog barked after Dazai's panic attack. It helped him feel a lot more at ease, and he was able to look at the dogs without breaking out in goosebumps.

Eventually, one large cage caught his attention: the inside was full of puppies that had a mix of tan, white and blueish coloured fur. The mother wasn't with them, and the puppies were clearly a few months old, so they weren't dependent on milk but still very small. Most of them were playing with toys or playfully fighting each other, but there was one who was just... in the corner on its own. It must have been the runt.

Dazai didn't know why, but he found himself kneeling down and while he flinched when he got that runt's attention, he also felt warm inside. Its eyes, one was blue and one was brown, just like Chuuya's! Even in the same positions. The white colour that separated the blue from the tan looked peculiar, it was almost like the shape of lightning bolts, all across its fur. The puppy's ears were tall, far too big for its body, and when it tilted its head at Dazai, its entire body tilted with it, until it fell on its side with a squeak.

"Easy there," Dazai chuckled, carefully reaching out to the cage, letting the puppy catch his scent. The puppy nuzzled his fingers and gave a small lick. Dazai's eyes widened and his thoughts stuttered, *Wait, is this how most people react with dogs? That was so adorable, and I don't think I can leave here without this one.*

"Oh, he never usually goes to people!" The woman who ran the shelter had walked up, having heard about the man fainting in her workplace, "He usually hides in the back away from people. Would you like me to get him out for you?"

Of course Dazai said yes. He was still afraid of dogs, and it would take him forever to recover, but this puppy brought out a reaction that wasn't true terror. She scooped up the puppy and put him on the floor- he scampered up to Dazai, sniffing around him and flopping onto the floor when his ears turned against him again. Dazai smirked again, before stroking his fur, absolutely amazed by how soft it was, he imagined that this was what a cloud would feel like if he could touch them. The puppy yawned and curled up close to him, which sold Dazai completely. After all, if this dog liked Dazai, he would love Chuuya.

However, he looked over at Viola's cage and frowned- all alone in the world and pregnant. Didn't seem fair. Fyodor, Nikolai and Sigma had apparently been talking about getting pets, and while they weren't all on speaking terms, Dazai did keep in touch with Sigma and dialled his number.

*Ring... Ring... click.*

"Dazai? Is everything okay?" Of course Sigma would immediately worry. After giving a brief synopsis of the situation, and the detailed version of Viola's story, Dazai grinned when he heard Sigma's voice become laced with emotion and tears, "Luckily I'm in town. And we did think about getting dogs, so one and some puppies on the way? I think that's that. I'll be right there!"

Dazai laughed when Sigma hung up, likely sprinting here. He told Vanitas, who laughed as well and gave the puppy who claimed Dazai a little stroke, "He's adorable. This one is yours and Chuuya's dog?"

After looking down, and seeing the puppy give him a tail wag, Dazai nodded. This was their dog.

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"I cannot believe you actually did that." Sigma was walking a cheerful Viola down the street with Dazai, who held a box containing the new pup. He also bought another surprise, but he kept that in his coat pocket.

"Which part? Getting that slug and I a pet, or calling you about someone who clearly needs you?" He teased, but when Sigma had arrived and saw Viola, it was love at first sight. Naturally, Sigma had sent photos to his boyfriends, who practically begged/demanded that he come home with the pregnant dog.

"That you faced your fear so well. And that little one is going to be much happier with you." That made Dazai smile, and he appreciated that thought. "...you are prepared, right? For a dog?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I always plan ahead, I actually bought a bunch of dog stuff and hid them on the top of the shelves and my closet so that the shortie couldn't see them." Ah, how long had it been since he'd had a dig at Chuuya's height? It wasn't a lie, though. Dazai had gotten everything necessary and hid it all from Chuuya so that he wouldn't suspect a thing.

After thanking Vanitas and congratulating Sigma on the new family member, and future family members, he headed back to the apartment. Chuuya should be home by now, so he was thankful that the dog had fallen asleep. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if the gift started barking, would it?

Once he opened the door, he heard Chuuya's voice- he was obviously on the phone, and he sounded anxious, maybe a little annoyed? "...so there's no mistakes? Fuck. No- yes, I'm fine. Just... you're definitely sure? This isn't something that you can-... okay, fine." Chuuya took a breath then cleared his throat, "...thanks, *Doc Glasses*. Bye- *yes* I said thanks, fuck off." He hung up the phone, then saw Dazai and lit up with a smile.

Dazai seemed surprised. Ango and Chuuya definitely didn't like each other to say the least, so for them to have an actual discussion with minimal cursing seemed off. But that didn't matter at that moment in time, as Dazai put the box down and went to hug his partner.

Chuuya was still drained and exhausted after Naenia attacked him, the new white streak in his hair showing and nothing could hide it. Dazai just thought it made him look even more beautiful, which he didn't even realise was possible. After a kiss, they sat on the couch, and Dazai made it clear that Chuuya's business was his own, but Chuuya just scoffed a little, "It's... to do with Verlaine."

Oh. No wonder Chuuya had been pacing. They weren't stupid, they knew Verlaine had been alive all these years, and was their superior at one point. Dazai held his hand and squeezed gently, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not yet, but I will, I promise." Most members of the Port Mafia kept their promises, but the only two who truly kept them were Chuuya and Akutagawa. Sort of.

"Well, no rush. Anyway, I wanted to make you feel better, so I got you something." Dazai pulled out the small box from his coat and handed it over, an idiotic smile on his face.

"What have you done this time?" Chuuya would always be suspicious of any gift that Dazai brought him, since his presents used to be ridiculous in the past: toy slugs, a book about how to train dogs to be obedient, even a rubber knife to replace a real one he once stole then lost on a mission.

Dazai smirked, "Nothing~! It's just a gift to show my appreciation!" When Chuuya went to open it, Dazai quickly cleared his throat, "Ah, but you can't be mad at me."

Chuuya looked at Dazai with furrowed eyebrows, then at the seemingly inconspicuous box tied with a crimson ribbon, "There's not a bomb in here, is there? ...or a stink bug?"

Dazai shook his head, "No, just open it!" When Chuuya finally did, he tried to hide a smirk behind a glare, "What? It's perfect for my loyal dog!"

Inside was a pure black collar, with a tag in the shape of a bone. It didn't have anything engraved on it yet, but that wasn't really what Chuuya focused on, as he half-jokingly called Dazai every name under the sun. "Seriously, Osamu?! A collar?!"

Once he had his fun, Dazai turned serious. He couldn't hold it off any longer, after all. "Chuuya. I do have another gift for you, but I need you to trust me and close your eyes." He blushed when Chuuya *immediately* closed his eyes.

As if to carry on the joke, Dazai had slipped his finger through Chuuya's choker, tugging it slightly in order to pull Chuuya forward for a kiss. He acted as if he was going to completely remove the choker, only to leave it where it belonged and pulled away.

Taking another breath to steady himself, Dazai went to the box and opened it, seeing that the puppy had just started to wake up. His tail wagged at seeing Dazai, who scooped him up, and carried him over.

Swallowing his nerves, he weakly cleared his throat, "O-okay, you can open your eyes now!" Chuuya did, and he froze. Dazai was holding out the tiniest, most fluffy puppy out to him, "Surprise!"

The puppy let out a tiny yap, his tail wagging uncontrollably, and after seeing Dazai give him a look of *please for the love of God, take this puppy out of my hands*, he did, holding him close and letting him sniff, lick and nuzzle him. Dazai had looked really uncomfortable, though it was because he was scared that one wrong move could lead to him getting bitten or something, and yet Dazai was undeniably happy as well, his smile incredibly bright.

He started to cry, he couldn't help it. This was something he'd dreamed about since he learned about dogs, having a puppy of his own. "Is he ours?" He managed to say through his sobbing, which intensified as Dazai nodded. He nuzzled the puppy, who snuggled into him properly, yawning again. "Oh, 'samu. This is the best."

"I wanted to do better with my fear..." He sat with Chuuya and explained everything: the panic attack caused by a frightened Viola, how he was comforted by Vanitas and this puppy, and how they've both now got their forever homes. Chuuya leaned into him and kissed his cheek, making him smile warmly, "Glad to see Chibi thinks I made the right call."

"You really did." Chuuya stayed on the couch, and Dazai retrieved all of the dog supplies he'd hidden- food, toys, a bed, puppy mats, even some medicine in case he ever got sick. Dazai was prepared, and he wasn't letting his fear blind him to the fact that this was a living creature they were taking care of.

They let him roam and explore the apartment, watching him try to climb and run around like a maniac. Chuuya was silently thankful that the puppy didn't have the zoomies, otherwise Dazai would probably faint again. Now there was one last thing to discuss.

The one thing that the shelter didn't do was name the puppies, which naturally meant that the responsibility fell on Double Black. They both took note of the patterns on the puppies fur. Lightening bolts.

Bolt? Cute, but it didn't suit him. Thor? Too generic. Lightening? A bit too long. Zeus? ...actually.

"Zeus is a good name. He's got the lightening patterns, and he's got personality." Dazai couldn't argue with Chuuya's logic, especially since he looked at the puppy and found himself thinking that he *looked* like a Zeus, if that made any sense.

So that was the name they trained him to respond to. And Zeus was welcomed into their home, as a part of their little family. This was how far Chuuya and Dazai's relationship had come, and they loved it, just as much as they both grew to love their little Zeus.

*****

AN: *Psst.* This is what Chuuya looks like from this point, drawn by my cousin, HisDarkDisgrace on AO3:

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nebulablakemurphy · 8 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 2)

Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

Part 1

“I’m leaving, Draco.” Rosanna says, just loud enough for prying ears, taking the steps as fast as her legs will allow.

This is what they’ve decided, the best course of action. Stage a fight, make sure his parents hear, then keep away from each other; indefinitely. Because if the prophecy is only fulfilled through love and by love, the only option is not to love each other.

“So just like that then? You just run away?” Draco hopes this works, that they can actually stay away from each other. Anything to keep that prophecy from coming to fruition.

“I refuse to be sucked into your ‘high society’ ideals about which parts of me are good enough for you. You can’t just pick and choose!”

“You’ve no idea the implications, if I were to marry you-”

“Oh please, let’s not make this about what other people will think. If that was your only concern, we should’ve ended this a long time ago. But far be it from me to stand in the way of your family’s beloved traditions.”

“You know nothing!” Draco’s chest heaves under the weight of his words. “Therefore you are nothing.”

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Rosanna and Draco don't speak after that. Not for the rest of the year, not over the summer. Not even after Lucius is put in Azkaban, awaiting trial for crimes against the ministry. Brushing passed each other at the train station without a glance.

Rosanna finds an empty train car on the Hogwarts express. Closing the sliding door behind her, she makes herself comfortable for a nap. Then someone barges in.

"What're you doing sulking in here?” Ron demands as Harry and Hermione follow him in. “We've been trying to reach you all holiday."

"I'm not sulking," Rosanna mumbles, under her breath. "I'm tired."

"And where have you been all summer?" Hermione asks, "we've been worried sick about you."

"I went to visit my Grandma, you know, 'across the pond' or whatever you guys say." Rosanna explains.

"So you haven't been in contact with Malfoy?" Harry has never been quiet about disliking Rosanna's ex.

"I'm not talking about him. If that's the reason you're here, feel free to leave." Rosanna crosses both arms over her chest.

"We're here because we're your friends Ro, we miss you." Hermione tells her, truthfully.

Rosanna sighs, she misses them too. "Did something happen? With Draco?”

"Haven't we just agreed not to speak about the bloke? Make up your mind." Ron laughs.

"Well if it's important-" Rosanna leans forward.

"We saw him in Borgin and Burkes over holiday." Hermione tells her, petting Crookshanks in her lap.

"Ok? Half their furniture is from Borgin and Burkes. I mean to me, it's hideous and depressing but that's hardly a cause for alarm." Rosanna shrugs it off.

"There were death eaters there." Harry goes on. "It looked like some kind of ceremony."

"What kind of ceremony?" Rosanna's brows pull together.

"Quit being a toss pot Harry." Ron scolds. "There's no way Malfoy's a death eater. What would you know who want with someone like him anyway?"

"I suspect it's got something to do with you." Harry eyes Rosanna, pointedly. Her friends are the only people she's told about the prophecy. It doesn’t make sense to them either.

"Come on." Rosanna rolls her brown eyes, slumping back into her seat.

"I'm sorry to ask, but do you still think you can trust him?" Hermione wonders, treading lightly as to not upset her friend.

"Yeah, actually I know I can." Ro nods.

"Then take my cloak, go talk to him. See what he has to say for himself. If you trust him, we trust you." Harry says, offering Rosanna his cloak of invisibility.

"Wish me luck." Rosanna raises her brows as she stands.

"Good luck." Hermione replies, with a soft smile.

"And no snogging that git." Ron adds, wagging a finger at her.

"No promises?" Harry cocks his head to the side, watching Rosanna disappear under the material.

"Shut up." She hisses, sliding open the door and tiptoeing into the hallway. Finding Draco with Pansy and Blaise seated at one of the tables in the next car over.

Rosanna leans down and flicks the outside of Draco's knee. Immediately his head snaps toward her. Obviously he can't see her; but it's almost like he can feel her proximity.

"I'll be back." Draco tells his friends, headed for the toilets. Once they're both inside the small room he flicks the lock shut. Reaching blindly in front of him, finding the cloak and pulling it over Rosanna's head.

"Rosanna, we-" he huffs, "we can't do this anymore." This is the first he's seen her in months. She looks the same, big brown eyes and thick black lashes; her cheeks peppered lightly with freckles and plush pink lips that tempt him to come closer. Her strawberry blonde waves are longer, held in two braids.

"I know..." Rosanna wrings her hands, anxiously.

"What's the matter, love." Draco's indifference falters.

"Harry thinks you're a death eater." Ro lets out a nervous chuckle.

"I am." He can't lie, not to her; not even now.

"What?" It feels like the walls are closing in on her. "Draco, I don't understand, this wasn't part of the plan."

"The plan was to convince everyone that we don't love each other anymore. That's what we decided, that's what I did. What more do you bloody want from me?" Draco snaps, he's not angry at her. He's angry at everything but, everything that was keeping him away from her.

"You took the oath, you have the mark, what does that mean for you?" Rosanna begins pacing in the small washroom.

"There's a vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement, it has a twin at Borgin and Burkes. They've ordered me to mend it. The death eaters are coming to Hogwarts as soon as it's fixed. I have to let them in. Then I have to kill Dumbledore." He tells her, matter of factly, because there is no alternative.

"Hey," Rosanna puts a hand on his shoulder. "Look at me. You're not gonna kill someone, that's crazy." She shakes her head, cupping his face in her hands. "We can go to Dumbledore, tell him what's going on. Maybe he can help you."

"I can't trust Dumbledore." He can't tell the man he's planning to kill him.

"Then who?" Rosanna demands.

"Snape." Draco decides, biting at the inside of his cheek.

"Out of everyone you trust Snape?" Rosanna scoffs in disbelief.

"He's a snake but he's not a narc." Draco defends his decision. "I don't pretend to think I can outsmart you know who. Dumbledore has to die. The cabinet has to be fixed. And as for us...you have to stay away from me."

"I'm trying." She needed to see him, so she could breathe again.

"I know this is hard, it kills me, that I can't be with you. But this is bigger than us, it's bigger than what we want." Draco reminds her.

Rosanna nods, "yeah, I get that. I just...I had to see if you were ok."

He softens visibly at her words, "what are you going to tell Potter?”

"I'm going to tell him the truth. I didn't see a mark, but you told me to keep my distance. I'm going to tell him that you know who is getting closer to making a move, that we're not safe." Ro decides.

Draco traces her features with his eyes. "The cabinet will only take a few months to fully fix, that's being generous. If I stall any longer they'll know."

"You're gonna talk to Snape right away?" She presses, this is too important to put off.

"The second I can." Draco agrees, with a nod.

"Take care of yourself." Rosanna whispers, straighten his tie. Which isn't crooked in the least, but this is all she's allowed.

Draco catches her hands with his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips. "I'll send for you when I have more information."

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Christmas comes and goes without incident. Draco slips a message to Rosanna on the return train to Hogwarts, asking her to meet him in the room of requirement.

"It's nearly perfect." Draco tells her without preamble, the second she's within earshot. "I overheard Bellatrix and my mother talking. The death eaters are under explicit instruction to bring you to Malfoy Manor. It doesn't matter what we say, it doesn't matter what we do. They think...they think it's a child that brings the reign of the dark lord. Our child." Draco’s eyes are hollow, empty. "They're going to force us- I don't- I can't do it."

Rosanna stumbles backwards slightly, as the wind is knocked out of her. She wracks her brain for any rational thought.

"We can try to run, if we leave now, no one’s watching us." Draco offers, he'll leave his family, his home, and all his possessions if it means keeping her safe.

"They'll find us, you know that." Rosanna says, somberly.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I've been talking to Hermione about the prophecy for a while. The wording is tricky but I think as long as we’re not in love-“

Draco scoffs, “that ship has sailed.”

Rosanna understands that there is no getting out of this, but if they could make their suffering mean something...if they could stop Voldemort from rising to power; it would be worth it.

"What if we never worked on that project together third year, if you'd never asked me out. If we didn't go to the Yule Ball, if we didn't spend our free time together, if none of that ever happened; we wouldn't love each other. We'd hardly know each other." Rosanna reasons.

"Lots can go wrong with a time turner. Muddling in the past is sticky business." Draco supposes it could work, or they end up worse than they started.

"I was thinking, we don't have to change the past. We just have to forget it." Rosanna tucks both hands into her robes.

"It's not a bad idea," he'll give her that, "but I can think of a few reasons as to why it won't work."

"Ok, lay it on me." Rosanna insists, rocking back on her heels.

"For starters, memory charms aren't fool proof, they can be undone through the use of torture. That's besides the point, too many of my memories are wrapped up in us being together, information that you know who would know is missing." Draco says, tapping his fingers against his lips.

"Say we just get rid of mine." Ro bounces the idea off him.

"I suppose it could work. But he's been watching us since my father had me retrieve the prophecy. If all the sudden you're different-"

"What about the imperius curse?" She rubs at her temples, furiously. “Get rid of my memories, but from the outside looking in, it’d still seem like me.”

"I would have complete control over you, your every thought, every move wouldn't be your own, only what I decide it should be. Is that really what you want?” Malfoy's skin crawls with the implications.

"I don't wanna do this; but like you said, this is bigger than what we want." Rosanna implores him to see reason.

“You understand what you’re asking of me, don’t you?”

“You know me, Draco. Better than you give yourself credit for. I understand exactly how much I’m asking. But we are out of options.”

Draco takes a steadying breath, “alright.” She wins, she always wins.

“Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Go on.”

“The baby…our baby. Will you love them?” Even though they won’t be a pureblood. Even though they’re far too young.

“Yes,” there is no part of her that he could not love.

“And after,” Rosanna hesitates, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me because of the baby. We can figure out an arrangement-“

“I want to be with you, Rosanna. There will be no arrangement.”

“That settles that then,” she shifts between feet restlessly. Gathering the courage she closes the space between them. This feels different.

Draco’s arms encircle her waist, his icy blue eyes lost in hers. Then he leans in, pressing his lips to hers. “Promise not to hate me for the things I’ll have to do.”

“I could never hate you, Draco. Never again.”

“So you did hate me?”

“In the beginning.” Rosanna laughs, “you were an asshole.”

It’s not until she’s in the cage of his arms, pressing her face against his mark, that Draco realizes how dark it truly is. Branding him to servitude. He wants to tear her away from it. He wishes she never touched it.

“I love you, Draco.” The words cut like knives through his heart.

Why? “I love you.” He replies instead. I love you more.

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“I saw you with Rosanna.” Leaving the room of requirement and walking opposite ways down the corridor. “Haven’t you done enough?” Harry has had enough of this game they play.

Draco would recognize his voice anywhere; and at the worst possible moment. Mind break down, hunched over the lavatory sink. “Leave it.”

“Whatever you’re up to, keep her out of it.”

“That’s none of your concern, Potter.” Draco spits, “she’s mine.”

In a fit of rage, Harry utters the words scribbled in the book of the ‘Half Blood Prince.’ The spell he’d never seen before. “Sectum Sempra.”

The incantation sends Draco to the ground, the flesh of his torso tearing open. Blood pooling from fresh wounds.

“Harry?” Rosanna’s voice startles him.

“Ro, I-”

“I was on my way back to the common room, then I heard you,” she explains. “Sounded like you were in trouble.” Her eyes find Draco, in a pool of his own blood. “What happened?”

“I dunno,” Harry rakes a hand through his hair. “It was an accident.”

“What spell is this?” Rosanna demands, kneeling beside Draco. Tearing open the front of his shirt to assess the damage. “Harry, what spell is this?” She asks, frantically.

“I found it, in that book I-“

“It doesn’t matter,” Rosanna places her hands over Draco’s chest, uselessly. More gashes creep over his skin. “Just get help, please.”

Harry sees it, clear as day. No matter how many times they’ve denied it, the way they cling to each other does not lie. They are in love. So he runs, down the corridor, finding the nearest professor.

Snape is not thrilled to find that Draco is not alone at the scene.

“Ms. McVay, this is the boy’s lavatory. Might I suggest you see yourself back to Gryffindor tower.” He says, beginning to work quickly over Draco’s wounds.

“I need to stay with him.”

“You’ll only make it worse on yourselves.” Snape drawls, in a way that tells Rosanna he is not merely referring to this moment.

“I know.”

Part 3

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jimin: Bat-Luck (2)

In which police officer Park Jimin is tasked with looking after you until there's a home ready for you.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings: bad flashbacks, comfort, jimin is a sweetheart

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Jimin has noticed by now that he's kind of stuck with you now.

After a good checkup at the hospital they decided it's best for you to stay with someone you trust- Jimin in this case, who happily agreed to look after you for the time being. Theres a bandage covering your left forearm- keeping the scratches underneath clean and protected from any dirt. You're also wearing a new, proper collar- for now with the police logo on it to signal that you're currently under government protection. It's a lot better than the grimy old thing they've found at your former 'home'.

"say, sweetheart?" Jimin gains your attention as you sit in the small room provided for questioning of witnesses- a way more friendly and less threatening environment than the interrogation rooms. "back at your home- was it always you hybrids and your owner?" he asks, and you shake your head, while he brushes out the knots of your tail- the action strange to you, as you've never had someone do that for you.

"I lived with an old man before." you admit quietly. "he was nice- but he got too old to take care of me." you tell him. "that's how I met lady J." you explain, and he nods. Based on the testimonies of the other hybrids, they all called her simply 'Lady J' and nothing else. "when I came with her, the others were already there. We fought a lot." you admit, and Jimin nods.

"when did.. The house become so cluttered?" he wonders, and you shrug as you watch him work so gently and carefully, trying not to pull on the hairs too much, even at the knotted parts.

"I dunno." you mumble. "it was always like that, I think." you say, and he hums a reply, making sure just to go one step at a time with you. "When can I go home?" you ask him, and he stops in his motions just for a split second, before he continues.

"we're gonna get you into a new home soon darling, don't worry." he reassures.

"But Lady J will get mad if we're not home." you worry, holding his wrist still now. "I don't wanna go on the balcony again." you quietly voice your fears, and jimin puts the brush down before he pets your ears- hands moving to hold your face tenderly. He can only imagine the horrors you must've faced.

"She can't and won't hurt you anymore. I promise." he tells you with urgency. "I told you I'll protect you, right?" he asks, ans you nod. "see? And I stand by my word." he reassures.

"so you'll be my owner now?" you ask, and he chuckles a bit. Hybrids don't technically need owners anymore- they can file for independence just kite he himself did years back when starting his police training. But for someone like you, that concept must be more than terrifying- at least Yoongi had explained it that way.

'Victims like her can't just be tossed out into freedom, just like you can't give a starving person all the food they want. They need a slow recovery, steady progress, and a stable environment to heal. ' the cat hybrid and doctor had told him after evaluating your state of mind for the records. 'Give her time, and security. She's unable to make decisions for now, so maybe start by giving her choices first. Limit the options she has, and then expand as you make positive progress.' the cat had explained. 'there's no one I'd rather trust her with than you. You'll do just fine.'

And Jimin hopes, very strongly, that Yoongi is right about that.

He wants to do more than just fine.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #Bat-luck au

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freesia-writes · 10 months

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Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 24 - Blowing Off Steam

Even as a cocky young shiny, there were a few people who saw the integrity and depth beneath Howzer's facade. Aurelia was one of them, but life tore them apart. However, when they found themselves reunited on Ryloth, with drastically different circumstances, they have to learn anew how to navigate a changing world and their undeniable feelings for one another.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapter posts not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death (chapters 12-14); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss (chapters 31-38); sexual assault up to kissing (chapter 19); relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 2.9k

24. Blowing Off Steam

Howzer's walk home that night was particularly chilly, but he didn't feel a thing, buoyed as he was by the absolute elation coursing through his veins. The door to his quarters slid open, revealing a stark, cold, empty little room with the basic necessities. He had come to love this simple little space of his own over the last few years, but now it felt lonely compared to the warmth and comfort of Aurelia's. It wasn't unusual for clones to find respite in the arms of another, but the concept of any kind of long-term domestic life was simply impossible. Yet watching the tender intimacy between Cham and Eleni as they pursued a shared vision together had left a distinct impression on him.

He loved his post. His brothers worked together like a well-oiled machine, providing a sort of diplomatic interface between the Empire and the locals. He found himself considering future options, then chuckled to himself, realizing that the only freedom he would experience was in the time between shifts, or on the rare chance that he would be put on leave. Other than that, he was property of the Republic. Or the Empire. Or whoever was pulling the strings, deciding where and how his life would be spent. So, any free will could only be exercised in those precious hours off.

The thoughts continued as he finished his nighttime routine and flopped onto his thin mat, feeling his resolve settle on a path forward.

* * *

"Come on, Captain. It'll be fun!"

"Don't bother with him, Steady. He's a stuffy old loner these days."

"What'd you say?!" came an identical voice from across the barracks.

"Not you, Loner!"

"Listen... It's Evo's last shift before he's promoted to his fancy new post. It would mean a lot to him. He's been part of your squad from the start," the first clone said again, putting a hand on Howzer's shoulder. "Besides, where are you always off to? You're not in your bunk..."

"Alright, Steady, alright," Howzer cut him off, "I'll be there."

"Ha! Told you, Demo!" was the triumphant proclamation.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Demo muttered, still waving off Loner's piercing glare.

* * *

"That sounds fun!" Aurelia said, surprising even herself with her enthusiasm.

"Really?" Howzer asked, smiling in delight, "I figured you'd had enough of those days."

"Well, anything is more fun with you involved, and I've always enjoyed hanging out with the clones."

"Anything, eh?" he grinned, "I'll remember that for later. But I'd love it if you came. I haven't told the boys anything about us, because we're not really supposed to do this sort of thing, but they've all broken those rules in one way or another... You still might get some flak."

"Just like old times," Aurelia chuckled, more to herself than to him.

"Not exactly like old times," Howzer corrected, rubbing the back of his neck. "But anyway... I'll see you there after work?"

"Sounds good," she replied, yearning to give him a goodbye kiss but deterred by the flurry of people around them. It was lunchtime in the capitol square, and everyone seemed to be shifting from morning duties to afternoon. So with a simple nod to each other, they parted ways.

* * *

The music thumped as species of all shapes and sizes gathered in the local cantina, where the atmosphere was infectiously jovial -- the celebration of the end of another week of work. Not that it mattered to the clones, for whom every day was the same, but the locals were always particularly enthusiastic before their rest days. The building was well-lit and spacious, with a variety of high-ceilinged rooms and areas for groups to gather, supported by a perfectly circular bar in the middle that fueled the good time. A small band played on a raised stage in the center of the bar, above everyone's heads, and warm golden lights were scattered throughout the rooms. It was reminiscent of 79s and yet totally foreign, though the general purpose was the same.

Aurelia was late. She'd been assisting a surgery that took twice as long as expected due to the medical droid damaging a servo partway through. She didn't want to show up in her work clothes, however, so still made the trip home for a frenzied refresh. She found herself feeling nervous, wanting to put her best foot forward in front of Howzer's squad. Flashbacks of his embarrassment at being seen with her came to the surface, but they no longer gave her the turn of the stomach that they used to. But she still found it difficult to be fully confident in his affection; she just had never seen herself as much of a "catch", for whatever reason.

But none of that mattered -- bringing herself back to the present, she opted for a dainty floral dress, a slightly uncharacteristic choice, but it made her feel more feminine, and accentuated what little figure she did have. Her short hair was growing out a little bit, giving her a curly sort of bob, which she pulled back from her face a little bit with a ribbon.

The cantina was impossible to miss, as its crowd spilled out onto the street in front of it. Conversations and scuffles, laughter and hollers... Aurelia wove her way through to the door, searching the room for Howzer. She had never ventured in before, and she was immediately assaulted by an incredible variety of sights and sounds.

A short Rodian immediately approached her, putting a hand on her elbow and saying something. His bulbous eyes were galaxies of their own, and his tiny mouth moved closer to her ear as he continued. It was impossible to discern what he was saying, with all the noise, and she smiled and shook her head, still craning her neck to try to spot one special clone. The Rodian was not to be dissuaded, however, and followed after her, tugging on her arm. She felt the anxiety beginning to rise when suddenly she spotted some familiar white helmets in one of the conversation areas and made a beeline for them.

But as she charged straight into the living-room sort of space they were in, she realized that Howzer wasn't there, and she was instead met with a handful of similar faces all looking at her with expressions from delighted surprise to judgmental confusion.

"Can we help you, ma'am?" one of the clones asked, watching the Rodian continue to pester her.

"I'm not sure what he wants," she said pathetically, "He's not speaking Basic."

"This one's for you, Evo," the clone said, beckoning to one of his brothers, who rose to his feet and began speaking just as quickly to the insistent green creature in his native language of Rodese. Two green hands went up in the air, waving back and forth, and he finally turned and went out the front door.

"He was absolutely convinced that he was supposed to meet you here tonight," Evo said, returning to his couch. "Did I just get rid of your hot date?" he said with a smirk.

"No," Aurelia laughed, looking around at the squad nervously. "I'm just... uh... hanging out tonight." She realized she didn't know what Howzer had told them, if anything, and didn't want to offer more information than was necessary.

"Well pull up a chair!" said one of the clones. He had the standard military haircut but a bold, thick mustache that moved when he spoke to give his words a bit more dramatic flair. "Evo here is enjoying one last hurrah before he's shipped off to fame and glory. Maybe you could dance for him... give him a good time, you know?"

Aurelia's cheeks flushed bright red as another one spoke up, "She just walked in, Demo! Give her a break!"

"She'd be lucky to land a guy like Evo! I'm offering the chance of a lifetime here!" the mustached Demo replied, finishing his glass mug with a flourish.

"Thank you, Demo. I don't need the assistance," said the clone who was apparently named Evo. His hair was perhaps ear-length, parted perfectly off to the side and meticulously combed. He looked like he spent a lot of time on it each day, and Aurelia also caught a strong whiff of cologne. "You're welcome to join us, if you'd like, but I can't promise you'll be spared from... well, the boys," he jerked his head toward the rest.

"Uhh, thank you," she said, taking an uncertain seat while still looking around for Howzer.

"You're not gonna find anything sexier out there," another playful voice came.

"Not you too now, Steady."

"I leave for five minutes and you're already harassing the locals..." came that same-and-yet-not-same voice from behind her, and Aurelia whipped around to see Howzer approaching with a tray of drinks. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, scar-faced and weathered, with the depth of a lifetime in his big brown eyes. He gave her a quick grin and a wink as he passed the glasses out to his squad mates, then plopped onto the couch next to her.

His presence was a disproportionate joy, and Aurelia felt herself relaxing and enjoying the rest of the conversations as the troopers poked fun at each other, interacted with random others in the area, and recounted their harrowing and glorious adventures. It was almost surreal, seeing Howzer in the element where they'd first met but acting so different this time around. He had an undeniable warmth toward his brothers, and a steady, calm presence of strength and dignity. Maybe she was a little biased, but he was nothing short of magnificent to her, and, she thought, completely smitten with her as well... she hoped.

She took a break to grab a fizz at the bar, scanning the establishment while she waited. It was a colorful assortment of characters, dancing and talking, with lots of Twi'leks mingling among the clones. There were even a few Imperials here and there, though they mostly kept to themselves with a conceited sort of air about them. Taking a sip of the bubbly bottle, she headed back to the clones just in time to see an Imperial officer leaning over Howzer's shoulder. A female officer.

"You want to tell me how you got those scars, captain?" she crooned, swaying over the back of the couch, her long braid falling over her shoulder from underneath her officer cap. She almost leaned too far, catching herself at the last minute with a laugh. Aurelia paused, feeling a paralyzing mix of awkwardness and jealousy and insecurity.

"It's not as exciting as you'd think," Howzer replied politely, shifting in his seat slightly away from her.

"You're too modest," she said, tracing a finger along the tip of his ear, which startled him and made him flinch minutely. "Oh, jumpy too, eh?" she laughed. Aurelia was suddenly overwhelmed with a strong desire to drag the officer right out the door by her braid, but also wasn't the confrontational type.

"Sorry -- ma'am -- I'm just here to celebrate my brother," he attempted, pointing to Evo who was triumphantly beating Steady at arm wrestling.

"Well let's celebrate!" she declared, sliding over the back of the couch and landing halfway in Howzer's lap with an inebriated giggle. The insecurity melted into indignant anger as Aurelia watched, still standing in the flow of traffic, but she had no time to process it with the rapid-fire events that followed.

Two Twi'lek females danced their way over into the center of their little lounge area, sparkly metals dangling and shimmering from their headdresses, halter tops, and waists. A couple of the clones gave a little cheer, while one in particular looked incredibly sour. One of the Twi'leks leaned over Howzer, right in between him and the Imperial, and spoke loudly.

"Move along, nice lady. The Captain is more than you can handle," she said, words unmistakable despite her thickly exotic accent. "Why don't you try one of the boys?"

"You can't talk to me like--" the officer protested, but the Twi'lek grabbed her by the arms and, in an incomprehensibly mesmerizing way, picked her up and danced her right out of the area.

"Go on, sweetie. Trust me," she said, giving the woman one last little push, "You don't want to come between a hunter and her prey." Baring her teeth in some kind of sexy feral display of dominance, the Twi'lek whipped around, nearly smacking the Imperial in the face with her lekku, and headed back toward Howzer, who saw her approaching and quickly rose to his feet and made a beeline for the back of the bar counter. She moved to follow him, but was mercifully intercepted by Demo, who waggled his mustache at her suggestively and patted the seat next to him. Apparently she wasn't too terribly set on her prey, because she happily took him up on the offer.

Aurelia found Howzer on the stool at the far end of the bar, near the back of the room in a quieter area of the large spherical area. The band still played, but the acoustics seemed to point the music more toward the front, so it was a blessed relief from the overstimulation. She slipped onto the stool next to him with a smile, trying to determine how to play this.

"If three-years-ago-you could have seen all that, he would have died a happy man," she poked, with a lighthearted pat on the hand. There was something nostalgic about connecting with him at the back of the bar, and she chuckled at the drastic difference of the circumstances.

"I blame you for that," he returned evenly, tilting his head at her. "It's like they know I'm in--"

He was cut off by an approaching figure: a woman in civilian clothes, dancing to the music and gesturing for him to join her. Aurelia's mind was a thousand steps ahead of her -- what was he about to say? She felt jealous and angry, insecure and anxious, and wondered what she could possibly do to set herself apart if this was what he experienced on a regular basis. She glanced back at him and almost laughed at his expression: flustered frustration, utter bafflement, and sudden ingenuity.

He stood from his stool, moving right up against Aurelia, and tipped her chin up with one hand while wrapping the other arm around her. Before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her, and his hand moved back to cup the back of her head. After the initial shock, her hands slipped around his back, pulling herself close against the plastoid armor plates. He pulled away for a moment, casting a quick glance to the side where the disappointed woman was sauntering away, and Aurelia began to lean back as well.

"Oh wait, more are coming," Howzer said with overly dramatic urgency, and his lips were on hers again. Her head was spinning, but his closeness and scent and increasingly passionate kisses made everything else fade away. Her hands roved up his chest and wrapped around his neck, across his shoulders. He lowered his arms to her waist, pulling back a fraction of an inch.

"Are they gone?" he asked in a conspiratorial whisper, and she laughed as she turned to glance around the room. Before she could reply, his lips were brushing against her ear, his warm breath tickling and sending shivers down her spine. "Better just be certain..." he murmured, placing a kiss on her neck that felt electrifying.

"Oh I see how it is!" a male voice boomed, and Howzer retreated to look but left his arms firmly around Aurelia. "You pretend like you're not interested in all the ladies but here you are, hiding like a womp rat in the corner!" Steady stood before them, a teasing smirk plastered across his face.

"I'm not hiding," Howzer began, but Steady was boisterously clapping Aurelia on the back.

"Congratulations to you, my friend!" he proclaimed, giving Howzer a light punch on the shoulder as well. "This one's pretty mysterious and solitary though, so don't get your hopes up!"

Aurelia laughed, reeling from everything happening so fast, and nodded wordlessly. Howzer looked at her with an apologetic shrug and a glint in his eye as he spoke, "Sorry, I guess he's right."

"I'll take my chances," she quipped, smiling at Howzer before returning her gaze to Steady, who gave them both another slap on the back.

"Well don't say I didn't warn ya! Come on, Evo's gonna arm wrestle a Trandoshan!"

Howzer took Aurelia's hand, entwining his fingers with hers, and followed Steady back to the group. Evo was sitting opposite the giant lizard, who was hissing menacingly as he cracked his muscles. Demo was elbows deep in Twi'lek woman on the couch nearby, and Steady took a seat next to Loner, who, contrary to his name, was sitting close enough to watch the action.

"Look! Captain's got himself a little treat tonight!" Demo called out before a finger to his lips silenced him and he disappeared into a pile of baubles and lekku once again.

Aurelia stiffened, feeling numerous eyes on them, and tried to look casual. It wasn't until Howzer released her hand to put an arm firmly around her shoulders and regarded each of his brothers with a calm, even gaze, that she felt the tension ease up.

"What are we betting?" he said, nodding toward Evo, and the hoots and hollers began.

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@mary-on-the-contrary @doublesunsets @523rdrebel

#tbb howzer #captain howzer #howzer #the bad batch howzer #howzer x oc #howzer fanfic #howzer fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch

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sunymar · 2 years

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8. “Daddy’s had enough now, stop that.”

DADDY KINK/GENTLE DOM SENTENCE STARTERS - thank you!!

"Daddy's had enough now, stop that."

Damen's large hands come to rest on Laurent's hips, stilling them firmly. The sound that leaves Laurent's throat has him biting his bottom lip and pressing a kiss against the back of his golden head, trying to conceal a smile. Laurent doesn't seem comforted by this gesture.

"It's meant to be a punishment, doll. You know you're not allowed to move," He smoothes a hand up Laurent's flank, over his hoodie, and then the other one underneath it. His hands are cold, so it makes Laurent flinch. "You don't need me to remind you how to behave this soon, do you?"

He lets his hand wander down again, this time to squeeze a generous handful of Laurent's soft and warm ass cheek. Laurent jolts in his lap with a small cry, trying to shy away from his touch, but Damen's grip holds him in place effortlessly. When he realizes he has no option but to take it, Laurent presses his damp face against Damen's neck with a sniffle and stays there.

"Do you, angel?" Damen asks, sweetly, rubbing comforting circles on Laurent's abused skin. He can tell Laurent is bitting down on his bottom lip, hard, trying to suppress the small sounds bubbling up his throat; but he feels so sorry for him that he can't even bring himself to scold him for it. "Do you need Daddy to help you remember how to be good?"

Laurent shakes his head weakly, and his soft hair tickles Damen's cheek. Damen kisses the top of his head and pets him for a bit longer, hushing him lovingly whenever he makes a small sound, until Laurent starts shifting in place again, unable to help himself. Damen can only sigh and pinch him reprovingly, to which Laurent retaliates biting him.

"Laurent." Another sigh. It doesn't really hurt, he's used to this. Laurent's teeth are barely pressing into his skin, and it's probably more a way of soothing himself than him intending to harm Damen. "If I have to spank you again, I won't be only using my hand. Please help me, sweetheart. You only have thirty minutes left."

"Then stop bouncing me," Laurent hisses, digging his fingers into Damen's shoulders. It takes a couple seconds for Damen to process what he's just heard.

When he does, he starts laughing. Laurent doesn't like it.

"I am not bouncing you, baby," Damen says, and, just to prove his point, he grabs Laurent's hips and lifts him with ease. Laurent's breath hitches, but that doesn't stop Damen from slamming him back down onto his cock without any kind of regard for Laurent's sore ass. Laurent jolts again. Damen repeats it. "This is bouncing you."

"Daddy," Laurent begs, whimpering, and it's so sweet and clever of him to use that name that Damen can't help but have mercy on him. He lets his hands rest on Laurent's waist instead and kisses the tears off his cheeks, rubbing his back.

"When I move you it's because I need to reach something that's too far from my reach or because I need to type an email or make a call. Sometimes I just need to shift positions so my legs won't fall asleep. I'm not trying to be mean, baby, you are he one who's not allowed to move. I still have work to do, it's not my fault you decided you needed to be naughty this morning." Laurent stiffens at the word naughty, which Damen knows very well he hates, and which he finds very adorable. He kisses the crown of Laurent's head and rubs his well-spanked ass one last time before he has to focus on work again.

"Thirty minutes," he promises, smiling approvingly when Laurent drops his head on his shoulder with a huff, not moving his hips anymore. "Then you can come and we can get you a nice bath and some cream, I promise."

Laurent doesn't nod.

#captive prince #damen x laurent #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #prompt

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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HC that Sal would 100% be into pet play.

Between the constant slurs and his fear of dogs, it just ends up arousing him to no end.

He will also 100% kneel at your feet if you ask him to UWU

This got so much longer than I intended sdlkfald Enjoy UwU 👍💕

Puppy Play with Sal-

[CW: NS/FW (grapefruit), degradation, dumbification, unsanitary]

>See this is what happens when the trauma to kink pipeline is actually a drop slide into a very deep pool lolol

>I love this hc because on one hand, Sal is a self-conscious sweetheart who absolutely deserves the love and praise that a prized housepet would receive, despite him often believing otherwise. Participating in petplay scenes would offer him comfortable surroundings free of judgement, unconditional affection from a trusted source, reassurance that he's wanted and valued for just being himself, and an unwavering sense of safety he doesn't have to work to maintain. Plus, he'd get all of his favorite treats and toys to play with (as long as he acts like the good boy that he is!) 🤗💕

>On the other hand, Sal is intelligent and impressively quick-witted. He has so much on his mind, is always looking out for the next threat, and his go-to defense mechanisms are coming up with complicated schemes, thinking up convincing fibs, or turning the snark up to 11. Constantly having his gears turning like that takes a lot of effort- I say the guy needs a break! Petplay scenes would give Sal some time to turn his brain off, let someone else do the thinking for him, and allow him to just exist in the moment without worrying about what's to come. I can't think of a better way to do that than to turn him into a dumb, drooly puppy whos only responsibility is to follow simple commands and otherwise relax at his S/O/owners feet! (Plus, how fun would it be to see the typically smart-mouthed Sally so deep in subspace that he can't even string a sentence together? It would be adorable and we all know it UwU)

>He has to ease into petplay very gradually and needs a lot of positive reinforcement along the way. It was hard to convince him to try it in the first place, so don't expect him to crawl and bark on the first, or even the fifth go. Baby steps!!

>Slow to start acting the part, but tries his best every time and is a VERY good boy 🥺🏆

>Lapdog4lyfe- he loves laying his head in his owners lap and watching TV with them (though he tends to fall asleep pretty quickly if they start petting him). This would be an excellent starting point for getting him into pet play and/or lulling him into puppy space ✅

>Sal has a very difficult time eating out of a bowl. Hand-feeding is a better option, unless you don't mind half of his meal ending up on the floor and on his face. 🦴

>Likes bath time a lot more than he expected (just be extra careful not to get soap in his eyes or mouth!) 🧼

>His pigtails make PERFECT puppy ears and look SO CUTE swaying side-to-side when he's crawling around on all fours 😭👏💖💖💖

>Drool. Just… so much drool like goddamn someone grab a mop lol

>His gearboy is his favorite toy in or out of puppy mode, so he's not a fan of paw mitts. Only use them if needs a short reminder not to use his hands for 'people things'.

>However, he would not need much convincing to wear a puppy hood and collar, and he might end up adding them into rotation with his other everyday masks if it's comfortable enough. (He already had a gimp hood he wore ironically, so a puppy hood probably wouldn't raise any eyebrows.) 🤷‍♂️

>Sprinkles in a little mild bratting once he's gotten really comfortable with this kind of play (playing keep-away with toys, making a show of doing the opposite of commands, putting one paw on the couch when he's been told he's not allowed on the furniture, etc.). He's just having some fun, but that behavior can be quickly corrected with a good stern look if you're not in the mood to deal with a 'naughty' pup atm. 😠

Obligatory links:

Drawing of Pup!Sal during a rough scene [CW: VERY NS/FW (grapefruit), sadomasochism, injury, blood, unsanitary, degradation, bondage, nudity]

Sal with an S/O who consensually bullies him [CW: NS/FW (grapefruit), sadomasochism, unsanitary, degradation]

#k.e.w.k. writes #danu chan #sal fisher #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sorry steve #grapefruit #tw unsanitary #tw degradation #tw sadomasochism #tw dumbification #I like how i post almost nothing for a week and then i leave this kind of shit on your dashs out of nowhere dljsakdfj #'HI GUYS LONG TIME NO SEE HOPE UR READY TO GET NASTYYY UWU'

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years

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Eddie's Birthday Weekend: Friday, October 28th YTAU Warnings: Steve snarking at Eddie near the end, oops. This chapter is short, but I hope you enjoy! You can read my detailed info about this entire fic HERE.

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The sound of an alarm going off makes Eddie groan. Dimly aware it’s not his but his boyfriends, the artist hunkers back down under his nest of blankets, listening as Steve’s weight disappears from the left side of the man’s bed. 5:00am is far too early for anyone, but the coffee shop owner takes it like a champ, something Eddie admires about him. He himself doesn’t mind mornings, but there’s always some defining line of absolutely not, and anything before 6:00am is where that line appears.

Listening to Steve shuffle around quietly, Eddie can picture the man, his ever-flawless hair a little sleep-ruffled, his eyes puffy from sleep. There’s a pause in movement and he knows the younger man is rubbing his face and stretching, probably trying to decide what shirt he wants to wear or if he has time to shower. A minute later he hears the shower turn on. Bingo. In the past month, he feels as though he’s become pretty well versed in Steve-isms, can picture perfectly in his mind the way his nose wrinkles up when he’s yawning, or the way his hand will find his hip when Max or Dustin say something that makes the man annoyed.

Outside of Steve’s room, he picks up on Robin moving around the apartment, a quiet string of cuss words falling out of her mouth as she bumps into something. Eddie’s grown to love waking up in their apartment, something he thought would take more time getting used to. He’d roomed with Chrissy for a while, and even Gareth at one point, and having roommates had been a test of the man’s patience. Now though, it’s comforting, hearing Robin and Steve go about their morning while he lays there half asleep.

Time passes, though Eddie’s not sure how much exactly. One second he’s imagining his boyfriend showering, the next there’s a kiss being pressed on his forehead. Eyes opening, he looks up and dark brown eyes meet light. Steve’s smiling at him, wearing a dark red polo and dark wash jeans.

“Hey sleepyhead. Just wanted to let you know Robs and I are heading out. I hope you have a good day at work, and don’t forget you have your lunch with your uncle.”

Shit. Steve’s right. Per tradition, he and Wayne have breakfast or lunch together every year to celebrate his birthday. This year, due to schedule conflicts, they’ve decided on a few days before his actual birthday, but Eddie is still excited all the same. It’s easier, too, since he’s living back in the same town as the other man, and not three hours away.

“Mm, thanks Stevie,” Eddie nods, rubbing his face and sitting up a little so he can catch his boyfriend’s lips in his own.

“Lemme know how it goes babe! I’ll see you tonight.”

Steve leaves and Eddie lets himself enjoy another two hours of sleep before his own alarm goes off, alerting him to start the day. Usually, he’ll start his day out with oatmeal and eggs, but because the long haired man is at his boyfriends, he starts it out with changing clothes, popping a Zyrtec from the bottle on Steve’s bathroom counter, and making his way back to his own place. Letting himself into his two bedroom apartment, Eddie pulls up an episode of Gourmet Makes on Youtube and lets it play as background noise while he works on the eggs, mind wandering to the idea of getting a pet.

Obviously, dogs are a no go- the only kind he’d be able to get is a hypoallergenic one and goldendoodles aren’t really his style. He’s been debating on a cat, but Steve’s allergic. Logically, he knows that shouldn’t be a deciding factor, especially when the man himself says not to worry about it (and they both know Steve kind of wants him to just for indulging purposes), but Eddie can’t help but worry. The other options are a rat, or maybe a hedgehog, which both seem pretty cool and relatively easy. Maybe once his birthday weekend is over and things have calmed down he and Steve can go look at the cats at the shelter, just to get an idea of it all.

Sitting down at his table with his food, the tattoo artist checks his levels on his pump, makes sure his bolus insulin is set correctly for meal time, then digs in, savoring the hot meal on such a chilly Autumn day. Sunlight is streaming into the apartment, making it look cozy, the balcony allowing for a perfect view of the yellow, red and orange trees in front of the apartment complex. When Eddie finishes; a bite of one and then the other repeated until gone just like every other day for twenty eight years, he rinses his dishes, sets them in the half full dishwasher, and makes his way to the shower.

11:00am rolls around and Eddie finds himself sitting in a booth by the window at the local diner on Main Street, waiting for his Uncle to arrive. Not a minute later, Wayne Munson walks in, a blue and green flannel on, underneath his well-worn work jacket, a Chicago Cubs hat perched on his head. The twenty eight year old stands and hugs his uncle tight, not having seen him for over a week, then sits back down, handing him the laminated menu despite both of them knowing what they’re getting.

“Missed you old man, anything new going on?”

“It’s been less than two weeks, Eddie, Christ. What do you want me to tell you, I’m engaged?”

Snorting, Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes his arm a little from across the table.

“I’m just curious about your life, sue me,” he shoots back with a smile.

The lunch goes like every other one before it- Wayne gets a burger, Eddie gets white bean chili, and they eat in comfortable silence. It reminds the younger man of every night in the trailer when his uncle wasn’t working, how they would share a meal on the couch while watching an old episode of The Andy Griffith Show or Everybody Loves Ray. When he was little, he’d beg for Home Improvement, always enjoying Tim’s antics.

After the check comes- “I’m payin’ Eds, it’s your damn birthday meal, quit it,” - Wayne pulls out a card from the pocket inside his jacket, and hands it to the guitarist. Opening the envelope, Eddie takes the card out and starts reading, slow and careful. The message on the card is generic, but when he opens up the front, there’s a long note written in slanted, cursive writing.

Eddie,

You know I’m not much of a sap, but getting to watch you grow up, getting to raise you, it’s been the biggest blessing of my life. I miss your mom every single day, and I hate that what happened, happened, but the outcome isn’t something I’d ever trade. You’re one year away from thirty now, and I can’t find the words to tell you how proud I am of you. I’ve seen you go through so much shit in the past twenty years, things no one should ever have to witness or go through, but I’ve been amazed every time at how you’ve been able to handle it. I’m sorry I wasn’t more involved before you came to me, and I’m sorry I didn’t step in with Trent. I’ll never forgive myself for either.

Anyway, I know you’ve been saying you need to get a new van. Lucinda ain’t running like she used to, and after seeing that death trap in action helping you move, I decided if I don’t do something about it, god knows when you will. When you’re available next, we’ll head down to Indy and find you something good, so long as it’s reliable.

Love you kid,

Wayne

Blinking rapidly, Eddie looks up at his Uncle and swallows, eyes glassy. Clearing his throat, he gives a wobbly smile, receiving one back, then laughs a little.

“Thanks Uncle Wayne…it..you don’t gotta do that, ya know?”

“Oh trust me, I know. But you’re just as stubborn as your mother, and if something were to happen to you in that van, I’d never forgive myself.”

Knowing there’s no point in arguing, Eddie simply nods, then straightens up a little.

“I should be free next Friday, if you are.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

They say their goodbyes, share another hug, and then Eddie’s off to work, smiling to himself as he walks across the street then down a few stores to where Green Light Tattoo Parlor is nestled. Making his way in, arms crossed over his leather jacket to hold in heat, he nods at Carson and Louie as they wave, deep in conversation about some band that’s touring. It makes Eddie think of his own band, and how on the 6th of November they have a gig up in Indianapolis. Steve and Robin are coming too, both excited to see him play, and it makes him nervous but excited, knowing they’ll be cheering him on.

The day is taken up by one client who’s getting the outlining of a full sleeve done. It takes seven hours, but the guy is able to sit through it well, and they only stop a few times, once for food, a couple of times for bathroom breaks and for Eddie to check his pump and blood glucose levels. By the time he’s finished, he’s got a solid amount done, a solid amount of money in his pocket, and he’s ready to go find his boyfriend and relax.

Hoping he can convince Steve and Robin to watch Dracula, the artist packs his bag up, then says goodnight to Annaleigh, the only other one in the shop, who’s finishing up piercing a girl's septum. Robin opens the door when he knocks, despite having a key. He feels weird just barging in when the two friends are home, and uses it mostly to lock up when he’s alone in the mornings.

“Just in time,” she smiles, which makes Eddie’s head cock to the side, reminiscent of a puppy.

“Huh?”

“Steve’s about to have a breakdown because he can’t find…something,” the freckle faced woman laughs, eyes rolling fondly. “You’ve not experienced a Steve freak out have you?”

“Not that I can reca-”

“It’s not here Robin! I told you! I knew it!”

Both of them wince from the intensity and bitchiness in Steve’s sudden words. Eddie is almost amused, especially when Robin grumbles about how Steve does this all the time. He’s always known his boyfriend can be a bit of a worrier, but the bitchiness is new, and frankly, Eddie’s living for it. Following Robin into Steve’s room, he sees drawers in his desk and dresser are opened, and there’s stuff all over the man’s bed.

“Uhhh…did a tornado go through here?”

Steve, whose back is to the door, whips around, eyes wide, almost manic. His brow furrows and he puts a hand on his hip.

“What’re you doing here?”

His boyfriend’s tone isn’t rude persay, but it’s definitely surprised, which confuses the tattoo artist.

“Uhh, you invited me over tonight right? Or…I mean, I can leave,” he jokes, turning dramatically to leave.

When Steve doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to stop him, Eddie freezes, then looks back. Robin looks like she wants to be anywhere but here. Frowning, the guitarist turns back around and stares at the younger man.

“Steve, seriously, I can go if you need me to.”

“It’s not…it’s not that I don’t want you here. But I’m trying to find something, and I’m already stressed, and…” he trails off.

Wait. Does Eddie stress him out? He said ‘already stressed’ as if his own presence causes his boyfriend stress regularly. Trying to ignore the sting, trying to tell himself Steve’s just worked up, the musician nods, biting his lip.

“It’s all good man, seriously. Everyone needs their space every once in a while. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?” He walks closer to kiss Steve goodbye but at the last second merely presses a kiss to the younger man’s cheek. Leaving, he walks down the hall, Robin following.

“Edd-“

“It’s fine Robin, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He offers a tight smile and closes the door gently behind him, blowing out a breath.

What the fuck?

Making his way home, Eddie tries to think through all logical explanations, attempting not to read too much into anything. Of course the honeymoon phase can’t last forever, but damn if it doesn’t suck when it ends. He knows Steve’s probably just had a rough day and this just happens to be the tipping point, but it still stings. He ends up asleep on his couch, watching Dracula alone. It’s not a great night, but it could be worse. Before he falls asleep, he manages to send a text message.

Night Stevie. Hope whatever was missing you found, and your night got better! ❤️ See you tomorrow.

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“What the hell Steve?!” Robin’s voice is loud when she steps back into the bedroom, and the man feels about two inches tall.

Steve knows he’s royally fucked up, knows he needs to apologize to Eddie and explain. Right now isn’t the time though, not with how frazzled he is. Work had been busy which already left him jittery, and then he’d wanted to wrap his boyfriend's present, only to forget its hiding spot. Way to go Harrington. Rubbing his face, he looks at Robin, who’s staring a hole into him, making him feel shittier by the second.

“I…I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”

The woman scoffs and rolls her eyes in a way that reminds him of Nancy, when he was being unreasonable back years and years ago. Even now, Nancy Wheeler is a sore spot, even though they’ve talked everything through and are friends. It was his first true girlfriend, and he’d really loved her. The night of the Halloween party will always be one of his lowest as far as he’s concerned.

“Well, it did, and now Eddie’s upset, and I would be too. It’s just a present Steve. You need to fix this.” Robin’s tone leaves no room for arguing.

“I’m going to! Tonight I need to cool off, okay? It’ll all be fine. I just…really need to find the damn present, and sleep. Today has been a shit show.”

His face must convey how he feels, wired and upset, because Robin walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder. The touch is grounding, and thank god for his best friend, because without her he’d be spiraling even more right now.

“We’ll find the present, Dingus. Just take a few breaths and try to remember where your past self would put it, and why it would be there and not one of the first places you looked.”

Ten minutes later, Steve finds the box that’s holding the nice guitar pick necklace, ‘Type 1’ inscribed on the back, along with the new soft sweater and special edition Midsommar DVD he’d snagged a couple of weeks prior.

It hits him now, really settles in, that he’s been a dick to Eddie, and he hopes he can fix it.

#my fic #ytau #em #sh #st #rb

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scribhneoirtuirseach · 1 year

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I'll Let the Seasons Change My Mind (4/10)

also on AO3

featuring: Bowser, Luigi

wordcount: 762

Luigi can't help but wonder if the sensory room Bowser built was also partially an act of self care for himself— He can't say he'd blame the man, sometimes it's easier to do things when it's for other people, isn't it?

The thought doesn't come from thin air, whether it's true or not. The Koopa king, once feared among all the lands and kingdoms who knew of him, is now curled up comfortably on the soft ground, almost… purring in his sleep as Luigi threads his hands through his hair.

With it comes more questions; If some battles began as a result from frustration that he couldn't regulate, if the obsession with Peach was a 'favourite person' situation…

Is he Bowser's favourite person?

The thought flusters Luigi, having him draw in on himself despite the fact that the only person here that could notice or judge is currently very unconscious.

What a situation to be in… What if Peach's refusal is what had him keep coming back? What if Luigi's acceptance and more time spent together lead to the King being bored of him eventually, tossing him to the side in favor of someone new and better? He doesn't think it's hard for anyone to be better than him.

But then again— He could be the healthiest option, despite all his flaws. While Bowser has been very kind, creating this space… Luigi would have been happy without, all he wants is some company that'll actually care for what he has to say, listen to him. Bowser's proven himself more than capable of this, going out of his way to make the human comfortable.

Even if it's all some strange act, well, at least he'll have tangoed at all.

During all of this thinking and drawing in on himself, he's naturally ended up with his hands to himself again. Luigi can't help but force the slightest chuckle at the ridiculousness of it, head tilting when when he notices big red eyes slowly open to look at him.

"Ah, did I wake you up?"

Shaking his head, Bowser curls closer, letting out a content huff. Turns out Luigi makes a pretty decent living teddy bear— And who is the human to argue? "Could practically feel you overthinking… Purring is meant to make you relax, you know."

"It is?" Luigi titters. "I didn't know that… But I am relaxed. Look at me, eh?" He gestures vaguely to himself, happily slumped against the King. "Boneless as a Boo!"

That earns an amused brow raise. "I think I prefer you as a boneful Italian." Bowser decides, snout nuzzling against that soft cheek. "You must be comfortable. I'm surprised you didn't go home…"

"Did you want me to? I can—"

"Never." That rumbles out like more of a growl than a purr, tail coming around Luigi to prevent him from walking away— Before Bowser realises that's maybe not the greatest natural reaction, clearing his throat as he relaxes his body language again. Luigi, strange man that he is, hadn't even thought of moving a muscle anyhow, perfectly content where he is. "I apologise, I'm still learning."

"Not at all! I like that you enjoy my company so much." The Italian soothes, hands coming up to pet that snout. "But, while we're learning… We should talk, I think."

"Discuss a dowry?" Bowser predicts, tail back to a simple sway. "Easy; I will give you anything you want."

"No— I would only want you, anyway, so that's not even…" Luigi waves a hand nonchalantly, as if that isn't the most casual confession drop in the world. "Just us. And, maybe you can meet the parents, if you'd like."

"Humans too?"

"No, my father is a Shy Guy, and my mother, Cheep Cheep." Luigi answers, managing to keep a poker face for a grand total of 2.5 seconds before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Yes, both humans."

Narrowing his eyes, Bowser smiles, awkward and lopsided— And absolutely perfect. "You have a strange sense of humour. Is that common among humans?"

"Mm, all different tastes… Most of mine aren't common." He admits, before pulling finger guns. "I have an acquired taste." Smooth.

The King groans at that, playfully nudging Luigi to knock him over. He's just realises he's in love with a complete dork. "I think I hate you, actually."

"Yeah, yeah~" Luigi snickers, reaching to use Bowser's hand to pull himself back up. "So… Parents?"

"Parents." Bowser agrees, fixing Luigi's hat properly onto his head. "You're lucky Kamek's already taken a shine to you."

"I'm lucky to have you."

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If Only , If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction

(((Chapter Twenty-One)))

(("P-A-R-A-K-E-E-T" . . . "PENGUIN!" :D))

The dense forest ahead of them was so much darker at night. Coco still couldn't walk, but he had a weapon ready just in case. Now that Azulin was gone, everyone suddenly felt considerably less secure than they were before. The Mimosin brothers carried the younger troupes but huddled close to each other, looking around with obvious expressions of paranoia.

The sounds of the wild animals moving about made them turn their heads in every direction- unsure of whether or not someone was going to come running out of the bushes at them.

Gordi looked saddened, but a bit more determined than usual. His pink eyes concentrated on the ground as he kept his fist clenched. His nails dug into his palms. He couldn't help it, he didn't know whether or not his brother was okay, and due to the circumstances, they were unable to check- unless they wanted something to go askew.

He nearly let out a loud grunt of disapproval, but kept it to himself. "We are going to get him back. We just weren't in the time or place to do anything to him to make sure things worked out in our favor." Sargento sighed, before glaring. "Otherwise I would not have left him with that freak up there."

Pandi looked over to Sargento- before tilting his head. "You know him?"

The bigger, rounder bear let his eyes fall to the ground- using his machete slash through several of the leaves and vines in the way.

"Regrettably. It seems he may not remember me, though. When we both were young, he was notorious for mutilating small animals and neighborhood pets." Sargento shook his head. "He was deranged from the start."

Gordi was suddenly right next to the sergeant, his pink eyes narrowed.

"Then why the hell would you leave Azulin with him, bound or not?! We already saw how he overpowered him the first time, what if he is already dead and we just don't know it...!"

Sargento tilted his hat down, before huffing.

"I didn't like the idea- but we needed to start getting back to camp. On top of that, Sergeant Scruff is close to one of the generals. We would not be able to beat him and get away with it, especially if we left marks. There was little other options and I didn't want to. Azulin has a razor blade- I am confident we can put it to good use. I have been doing my best to make sure we don't get too far ahead either...."

The risk Sargento took was calculated and well thought out. That didn't stop the lingering fear that something would, however, go wrong- just as it had been several times during this trip.

This did not comfort Gordi in the least- making the pink bear start pacing with the medical supplies and a stern look on his face.

"My bother BETTER be okay." Gordi started, his timid nature almost completely melting away for a second. "If Azulin dies. I will not let you live this down." Gordi and Azulin may have been twins, but Gordi only being slightly older made a big difference to the pink bear- especially if it concerned a situation that could very well walk a line between life and death.

Normally, Sargento would have made some kind of snippy remark back to someone who was trying to intimidate him. However, in this situation, there were three notable things stopping him. 1, he understood where Gordi was coming from in terms of protectiveness. 2, it was too serious of a situation for them all to start quarreling, especially now. 3, Gordi was actually intimidating when he showed no fear. His normally sweet, tentative nature being replaced by dead-serious malicious intent.

So, with a hesitant nod, Sargento looked around the group, before gesturing for all of them to stop.

He knew very well he said they would all be taking no breaks- but none of them were doing well. Carrying already ill soldiers, dealing with intense emotional stress, some of them being injured themselves in one way or another. None of it was going well at all.

Nearly all of the men collapsing immediately not even worried about the shade or any possible substance to eat.

During this time, Gordi went to start treating all the wounds he could, with his limited medical supplies. Noting that almost the entire troupe of the Lone Owl were critically underweight. It would explain why they were easy to carry in the first place.

Sonrisas was standing off to the side, keeping watch with Pandi- who seemed to be lost in thought. Gordi was still treating the injured and unwell. Padre was off in the corner, looking at the book dedicated to his faith with a bit of a far-off stare that could only be dubbed as unusual. Coco was sitting on the grass, seeming to contemplate a cigarette before putting it away. Achuchones adjusted the little yellow necktie he liked wearing, seeming to also be pondering something. The Mimosin siblings were both hugging each other, seeming to be in the middle of an emotional breakdown.

In short, even if he did not say it it out loud- he was immensely worried for the rookies. He didn't hate them, he never would. But being hard-in-teachings and gruff with the newbies was something he was by default. Being in the military was no joke and while he wished there was time to learn and pace having fun or taking breaks- he probably would have found a way long ago.

If his troupe got special treatment- he would be out of a job. If they didn't learn the dangers of battle and build up all of their senses- they would be let go, or die in the field.

This, being their first major mission, proved that.

The bigger bear found himself at a loss of what to think. He had no way to help, beyond leading them back. They hadn't even been in the field long enough to read a proper forest manual yet, to gain knowledge on survival tips, and the safeties of outdoor consumption. It was as if they were all sent out here specifically to die for no reason. There were plenty of other troupes with more experienced soldiers.

"Sir- we are ready to go-" Blackie interjected, the Grizzly bear leaning against the tree as he finished walking over. "I haven't heard Azulin or that sergeant around for a while... do you think it's possible we went too far ahead?"

Sargento Caricias narrowed his eyes in the direction they had walked from, watching as it only got darker due to the time. "I know we are too far ahead. Knowing Sargento Scruff, he is not letting Azulin rest. The only thing I do know is that I will owe him a huge apology and compensation when we all get back to camp..."

"I hear shouting in the distance..." One of the soldiers from the lost Lone Owl Troupe mumbled, partially asleep. "Are we almost to... the camp yet?"

((To Be Continued))

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