#if i still smoked cigs I'd have a few for him

[verysium]

if you had to associate a city from the world w any bllk character of your liking which cities with who and why? sorry for the odd question lmao it just crossed my mind. love ur works btw!💗

i love unconventional questions like these cus then i have to really think hard to come up with a good answer. i will admit i am slightly biased because i feel that the current teams they play for already represent them well, so some of these might be a repeat. also i am not that well-travelled (wish i could if i had the money), so i'm merely going off the reputed description of each city.

rin would be paris. i know it sounds unoriginal, but pxg rin has already grown 10x prettier than he was during the u-20 arc, so something in that city air must be doing him right. also i feel like he just dresses like a stereotypical european lol. the winter coat and scarf combo plus the perpetual scowl on his face. he probably walks super quickly down the metro too. i have this fic in the drafts where rin and reader meet up at his shitty parisian apartment and eat hotpot and smoke cigs on a random sidewalk in winter. rin is also high class. it just comes naturally to him. like if u ever take a walk near place charles de gaulle (the arc de triomphe area), there's this quiet luxury that is prominent in the fancy hotels and brand stores that make up the vicinity. even better if u go during christmas time because they have these intricately detailed light fixtures. i remember seeing this one cartier store with a giant glittering jaguar on the front. not to mention their swarovski christmas tree. rin's like that. i feel like in a few years once he goes fully professional, the media would go wild over his poise and refined grace. he just has that subtly enticing aura, like a silent glamour.

sae would be madrid. not just because it's canon but also because i feel like the city is just the polar opposite of him. madrid is one of the hottest cities in europe, and sae's just perpetually cold. even in the literal sense, i feel like he would have cold hands and feet too. if u see those wes anderson style travel commercials of madrid, it's always some variation of pastel houses, sunshine, and bikini beaches. that is exactly what sae is not like. i also chose this for...*ahem* spoiler reasons in my upcoming fic chapter which i'm not going to delve too much into. but the gist is that the contrast is why sae fits so well in madrid and also why it's a bit tragic to see how drastically he has to change in order to adapt to a new environment. if not spain, i feel like he'd still end up somewhere with a large coastline because of how fundamental the sea is to him throughout his childhood. it's sort of his safe space. if i had the choice to assign two cities, i'd also include his hometown of kamakura since he seems like the type to be secretly sentimental. i picture sae as someone who values his roots even though he constantly says he has bigger and better places to be. like he would tell everyone that he was born in the wrong country but then proceed to sigh melodramatically whenever he actually misses home.

kaiser is a weird mix of munich, new york, and las vegas. i chose munich largely because of his german roots. i also picture him as bavarian. new york and las vegas are mostly attributed to the duality of his character. when we first see kaiser, he's this figure of flamboyance. his entrance was hands-down the most theatrically dramatic one, and there are theatre motifs throughout his dialogue (eg. roles on a stage, rejecting yoichi's script/play). i feel like this would fit well with the extravagant nightlife las vegas is known for and, of course, broadway in NYC. furthermore, kaiser is this prime example of clawing your way to the top. he seems charismatic and welcoming at first, but then we see his internal motives and well...it's something. he is cutthroat when it comes to competition, and he's not afraid of using others in his ascent to the top. i mean...he literally holds people by the hair as if they're mere objects. that seems pretty ruthless and machiavellian to me. i doubt he even humanizes any of his rivals; rather, he views them as opponents to his ideology. there's also a reason why they say if you make it in new york, you can make it anywhere. there's a highly individualistic mindset, and if you really want something, the resources are there for you to achieve it. kaiser is like that in the sense he is willing to put his all into getting something he desires, even up to an obsessive degree.

yukimiya is london. like u know what taylor swift said about the english? that's yukimiya for you. he treats his mother right, sleeps 8 hours a day, and said his first love was when his friend's 16-year-old sister kissed him on the forehead. he cannot be any more perfect. not to mention he's a literal model. like hello? IMG is calling.

shidou is somewhere in ohio. i'm not going to elaborate. the man's just weird.

isagi is somewhere rural. idk why but he strikes me as a country boy. probably helps his parents on the rice farm and bikes long distances to school. i found a lot of parallels between him and hinata shoyo from haikyu mostly because they're both from a smaller, lesser known neighborhood, have a pretty ordinary childhood, and become inspired by this influential role model. my secondary reason is just that isagi doesn't seem like he'd even be familiar with the urban landscape. he's lived his life in humble origins, so i think there might be some culture shock once he actually gets to the city. like...boy was genuinely amazed when he entered that blue lock facility. never seen so much high-end equipment and technology in his life.

ego lives in a sewer. i cannot tell u his precise location just that he probably hasn't washed his hair in 45 days and is still surviving off processed ramen noodles. please pray for him.

barou is los angeles and if not socal, then he's from the bay area. i took one good look at his artificially dyed red hair and the answer was clear. he is not immune to trends guys. it's almost embarrassing. furthermore, i think the general silicon valley area is known to be hardworking, and that encapsulates barou pretty well. he is disciplined to the core, and he knows that success is not going to come to him without him actively trying to reach it. he's also...(let's be real guys)...just a teensy weensy bit arrogant. he calls himself a king, as in a literal monarch. and he says this in the most serious tone too. now he rightfully earned that title, but it doesn't erase the secondhand cringe i felt from reading that dialogue LOL.

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[annoyedlord]

Do you have any other funny anectode or conversation between you and jerome? I literally die of laughter everytime i find your posts with him and i wanna laugh more

I do have fews haha

Me, ending my powerpoint: And that's what happened to me during the last 2 months we didn't got to see each other. Therapist: ... Listen, I'm gonna be honest, I had a blast with your powerpoint, but I still don't understand why your boyfriend's cat wanna murder you. Me: Oh that's the part you remember of the whole powerpoint??? Therapist: I mean, you drew a cat with a knife in his mouth of course I remember it.

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Me: I'm going to [place] for vacations! :) Therapist: Oh that's nice! Never been there! Me, jokingly: Aw, im having a first time before you. Therapist: Don't be silly, you're doing many thing I never did. Me: Like guys, haha. Therapist: No. Me: Me: WHAT.

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Me talking about traumatic events: (...) my father- Therapist: He's a bitch, a horrible person, a moron and a terrible human being. Me: Me: I feel like you're not very objective. Therapist: No, I'm being factual.

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Therapist: You should come back to group therapy! The group changed, you'll fit in, we have many queer people now! Me: Oh, did it really change? Therapist: Yes, but also they ask sometimes questions I don't have answers to, like stuff about neopronouns and I don't know shit about that. Me: I do! Therapist: That's also why I'd love you to come back to group therapy.

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Me: I wanna smoke a cig, dammit. Therapist: Me too, hold on i'm gonna open the window so we can do it. Me: Isn't that illegal to smoke inside the building? Therapist: I don't do by the laws if it means having an early cig-break.

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Me: Oh, last time I was bored af, I decided to look up some people I knew on facebook, and I found you. Therapist: How. How did you. Me: My dude, I know your full name and your face AND you're sometimes on facebook while i'm here. Therapist: Alright, for the last bit, I admit it's not a very smart move of mine.

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Therapist: I wanna see you next week, but I've no room on my schedule, hold on... Me: I can see you the following week, no big- Therapist: I moved one of my professional meeting, so see you on friday. Me: Me: Please tell me it wasn't important. Therapist: I won't :)

#Jerome the therapist #Have a few i don't think they're as funny but we had very serious sessions recently sooo xD #But sometimes he calls me son and I find it funny haha

[13as07]

Our #1

(Shikamaru Nara)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Unknown]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,198

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Smoking/A bit of smoke-play

Slight choking

Word 'dumbass' is used

Temperature Play (aka Shika burning you with his cig butt)

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Anxious fingers crawl under my dress and quickly find themselves along my spinal cord. Shikamaru traces the ridges of my spine, running over the lower half before sliding back down.

Thump, thump, thump.

     I do my best to stay still, not letting the shiver building up escape. If it wasn't for the Nara cloak wrapped around my shoulders I'd be on display, but I don't think Shika cares much about that right now.

I spare him a glance, doing my best not to move much. The last thing he needs right now is to notice how anxious I am too. His jaw is screwed tightly shut, eyes strictly forward and as hard as his jaw. If this was a different situation I'd take the time to enjoy Shika's pissy face. He's always so pretty when he's angry.

"Shikamura," his mother says, tone light but words filled with fire. "Stop looking so mad. Today is a gracious day. A very honorable day. At least try and look happy."

A couple of blinks fill the space of his usual eye roll, but his face does soften a bit. "Yes Ma'am," Shika answers, but still gets a pointed look from his mom. The look soon flutters away, along with the inactive chieftess as she walks off to talk to the Nara Chief's advisor... Shikamura's advisor.

The thought tickles my brain. Quite a few thoughts recently have been messing with my head. It's always been a known fact that Shikamura was going to succeed his father; everyone just thought we'd have more time before that happened.

     It was something that came up in our relationship a few times, the event of him becoming chief and in turn me becoming chieftess if our relationship went further. Now that it's here, Shika has insisted I take the title too and that 'we'd figure out the marriage thing later'.

I know I shouldn't read so much into his statement but I do. Does he want me to be his chieftess or does he feel required to give me the title since we've been together for so long? Does he feel rushed to get married now too? What if he decides he doesn't want to be with me? Would he stay with me to avoid embarrassing the clan by stripping me of my title? Or would he just leave me without a second thought?

     "I need some fresh air. You're coming with, pretty girl," Shikamura whispers against my ear, his warm breath coating the side of my face. Tingles fill my chest at the pet name, tugging at the corners of my mouth.

     Despite the warmth in my chest, he does startle me a bit with his sudden closeness. Shika isn't big on being all 'love-struck teen' in public, which usually leaves room between us and a lot less touching when we're out and about. Today seems to be an acceptation though.

I hum a yes getting a rough hand pushing me forward in return. I do as prompted, walking forward and sliding out a side door with Shika in tow.

Once we're out the door, Shika takes the lead. His hand jumps from the small of my back to tangle with mine. The walk to the forest edge is rough, Shikamura's nerves getting the better of him now that we're out of the sight of the clan council.

When the shade of the trees engulfs us, his shoulders noticeably relax, as does his hold on me. His fingers are back to being feathery light as they slide against mine. As Shika relaxes, he lets himself prop up against a tree.

I do the same, the rough bark of the trunk scratching against my back and my knees accidentally knocking against my boyfriend from the close quarters. My eyes cast themselves upwards, taking in the natural fairy lights made by the sun and the leaf patterns.

A click of Shika's lighter fills the silent space, quickly followed by a stream of grey smoke. "Wear more dresses," he mumbles, smoke curling out with his words. It's weird to me how straightforward and yet confusing Shikamura can be.

"I can't exactly fight in a dress, Shika," I mumble, a bit distracted by the man next to me. He's dressed up for the ceremony today, which means he's out of his Shinobi vest for once. Instead, Shika - and myself - are dressed in the muddy forest color of his clan. His hair is up in a high ponytail, like always, and the ends are their usual spikes.

In honor of the ceremony, his face is covered in clan paint, the washed-out grey color of the Nara clan instead of their signature green color. The paint focuses his cheekbones more than usual, adding to his attractiveness.

"You look stupid," he says as his own eyes wander over the paint on my face. His mother insisted I have the traditional art on my face as well. Shikamaru isn't too happy about it and threw a bit of a fit when his mom was putting it on me. "Take it off."

The order is followed by movement. Shika rests his cigarette between his lips and moves closer to me. His hands reach up to my face and quickly start smudging the grey paint. I stay still, letting him rub away the artwork.

Once he's settled on the fact that maybe his hands aren't the best way to get it off, he reaches into his pockets. It doesn't take long for him to find something else to attack my face with. Shika is gentle as he runs the cloth over my face.

     "There's my pretty girl," he murmurs soft enough that I almost don't hear it.

     "Your mom is going to reapply it when we get inside."

     "And I'll wipe it off again," he snaps back, tone a bit pitched. The softness in his face is gone again, replaced by a look of disgust. "You don't need all that gunk on your face." The words are rough but they're meant with love. Shika appreciates when I do my makeup for him, even if he shows it in his own way. Though, at the end of the day he prefers me bare-faced.

     His hands drop from my face and slide back to my spine, this time over my dress. His fingers mess with the material as his eyes rake up and down me a couple of times. They end up settling on my collarbones. "Wear more dresses," he repeats before turning his attention back to his cigarette.

Shika is always like this, making his requests sound like demands. I don't think the man could ask a question to save his life. "Okay Shika," I answer back, leaning my head against the tree.

He nods to himself in approval, his hand dipping down to the hem of my dress. Shikamura's fingers wrap around it, the material balled in his fist and his knuckles grazing my thigh.

     "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" I ask, bending my knee so more of his skin comes into contact with my own.

The answer is put on hold by a couple more drags of his cigarette. "You look good in our clan colors," he finally answers.

     "Our?"

     "Our."

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     My eyes trail after my little storm cloud as he slowly makes his way back to me. Shikamura has been stopped for the fifth time on the small path from Choji back to me.

     Our friends arrived a few minutes ago and he was very eager to slip away to say hello. I wanted to go with but he insisted I stay put, so I did as ordered. I don't mind it though, I know today is a stressful day and if anyone can help him with the constant reminder that his father is gone, it would be Ino.

     Besides, our friends are slowly filtering towards me anyway. Most noticeably, Naruto who is trying his hardest to work his way through the crowd of people.

     It feels like the whole village is here to celebrate Shika's inauguration. Our inauguration. I guess a good part of the village is here; The whole of the Nara clan, fellow clan Chiefs and their families, the village council, our friends and coworkers, my family, and a good chuck of the Akimichi and Yamanaka clans.

     "Hello!" Naruto calls with a huge smile on his face.

     "Hello," I call back, watching him weave around a couple more people.

     "You must be so excited!" His voice bombs, his volume control being very obvious despite all the other noises in the banquet hall.

     "Naruto! Don't you dare!"

     "Shut up, Naruto!"

     My eyes snap away from the fox boy and towards the direction of the yelling. My eyes are met with a very pissed-off Sakura and a red-faced Ino. Both are quickly making their way towards us, with the rest of our Shinobi generation following closely behind.

     "Chieftess Nara," Ino says, tipping her head down before snapping it back up. "Not a word," she hisses at Naruto, daggers in her eyes.

     "Please don't call me that, Ino," I murmur, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to also roll the feeling off. I don't mind people I don't know calling me by my newly established title but it feels weird having my friends call me by it.

     "Just stick to my name, Chieftess Yamanaka," I tease a bit, poking fun at Ino's also soon-to-come inauguration.

     Ino makes a face, her nose scrunching up at the title. "Ya, okay, I get what you're saying now."

     We both laugh a bit, but it's cut off by a slap and Naruto's whine of pain. "Why'd you do that?" He whimpers, rubbing the back of his head and trying to tug off Sakura's hold on his ear.

     "Because you need to learn when to shut up!"

     "I didn't say anything!"

     "Say anything about what?" I ask, question marks going off in my head. The sudden feeling of being left clueless settles in my chest, making my anxiety flare up more than it already is.

     "Nothing!" Everyone yells, which doesn't help my anxiety. Maybe my thoughts from earlier are right. Maybe Shika does feel pressured about making me his chieftess and everyone knows it.

     "You guys are such a drag," Shika's voice filters into the crowd, smoothing out some of my worries but not all of them. Within seconds his hand finds my spine again, his fingers back to tracing the bumps of it, but this time it's over my dress and cloak. "Hello," he murmurs, dipping his head down closer to me.

     "Welcome back," I mumble, glancing at him before looking back at our friends. What is it that everyone but me seems to know?

     Thump, thump, thump.

     "Calm down," he whispers into my ear before lifting his head back up.

     I try my best to listen to his soft demands, taking the time to focus on my breathing and silencing my thoughts. I let my mind focus on the soft rubbing on my spine.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     Shika's hand ghosts over my lower back before working up the other side of my backbone.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     I focus on Shikamura's voice. Just the tone and the calmness of it, even though I should be working to focus on the words spilling from his throat.

     "Pretty girl?" He calls after a couple of minutes, gently tapping my back to pull my attention back to the surface. I hum a yes, focusing on his face. The face paint has started to crack from drying out throughout the day. "Are you ready?"

     "For what?" I ask, glancing around us. Our friends have spaced out in the room, mingling with the other partygoers, getting drinks, or just doing their own thing.

     A soft smile coats his face before he turns away from me, his eyes jumping around the room. "For the feast to be served," he murmurs, his fingers curving to work their way down my back again.

     "Ya, if you are."

     Shika's hand jumps down to the small of my back before he gently pushes me forward. Praises and our names fall from people as we walk through the room, working to get to the head table. Six of the twelve councilmen are there; none of which I recognize.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     Shikamura's hand coats over my back again as we round the table. "Sit," he orders, pulling my chair out for me. I obey again, sliding into my seat before Shika pushes me in. I listen to him greet the present councilmen, following his pleasantries with my own greetings.

     More pleasantries and greetings fall from him - and me - as the rest of the councilmen follow suit, sliding into their places at the table.

     Out of the councilmen, only two are women; the councilmen of education and veteran affairs. I only know one of them; Honoka who is the head of the clan's education department. I make a mental note to talk to Shikamura about private one-on-one meetings with the council so I can put names, departments, and faces together.

     "Chieftess Nara," Honoka says, tipping her head before she slides into her seat next to me.

     "Honoka," I call back, sending her a soft smile. "Thank you for coming."

     "I look forward to serving under you, and our Chief," she says, bowing her head for the second time.

     Again, I smile at her before turning my attention away. Maybe I'm not made for being the chieftess, especially if Shika fills his father's shoes and takes over being the Hokage's advisor. That'll leave me to fill in the holes of the clan chief when he's busy with the village.

     "Calm down," he repeats, hand snaking back into its previous spot.

     "Yes sir," I mumble, my eyes jumping around the room. The decorations are pretty; forest greens and greys with vines all over the place. Deer-themed decorations and bones are twisted around the walls as well. It looks like the Clan threw up from all the stereotyped decorations.

     Shika's hand works a couple of laps before settling on the center of my back. It only settles for a couple of seconds before running around my spine again. "Maybe you need to calm down too," I murmur, leaning closer to try and get any sense of privacy.

     "I'm fine. Today is just a drag," he answers, eyes flickering to me before looking forward again. "It won't be a drag for much longer though."

     "Ya?" I push, my focus shifting to Shika's mother. Her lips are pursed as she looks at me, disapproval of her son rubbing my clan paint off again very evident on her face. She's waving her hands around, trying to get her son to stand. "Your mom-"

     "I know." Shikamura's words are clipped but still soft. His mom has been getting on his nerves today. They've been butting heads all day long because Shika isn't doing everything how she wants him to.

     I let my attention skip away from her. Instead, I focus on the servers littered around the room, handing out plates of food and drinks to our guests.

     Once Shikamura is done eyeing the room again, his focus shifts to me. "Give me your hand," he orders, his hand falling from my back and resting in front of me. I lift my hand and slide it into his. Shika's face scrunches up a bit before he drops his hold on me. "No, your left one."

     "You could have been more specific," I tease, sliding my - left - hand into his hold.

     His eyes stay focused on it for a second before he digs around in his pocket. When his hand is pulled back out, a small black box is in Shika's hold. "What are you-"

     "Be quiet," he murmurs, setting the box on his lap before flipping the lid open. Inside the box are two beautiful rings. Shika tugs the thinner of the rings out before sliding it on my finger.

     "Sh-"

     "Be quiet," he repeats before sliding the other ring onto his left hand. "We'll talk about it later."

     My eyes drop down to my ring finger, taking the time to soak in the new jewelry. The edges of the ring are silver with the familiar antler print between the silver bands. Small stones are stamped into the print. I do a quick tally; eight diamonds are pressed into the band.

     Despite my focus being on my hand, my eyes catch on Shikamura's movements. He slides the box back into his pocket before pressing his hand into my spine again. The newly added ring adds extra pressure as he slides his fingers up and down my back.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     Shika's ring snags on my spine a bit, sending a new kind of relief through me.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     "Shika?"

     "We'll talk about it later."

     "Shikamura?"

     "You're being a drag right now, pretty girl," he murmurs, glancing at me, and then my hand, before going back to having a silent conversation with his mother across the room.

     "I'm being a drag right now?" I hiss quietly, tugging on his arm to try and get his attention.

     "Ya," the answer is short, but I get what I want; Shikamura's undivided attention.

     "You just... what? Proposed? Without actually proposing, in a room full of people, and I'm being a drag?"

     "Ya. I'll propose again later, with all that lovey-dovey stuff," he shrugs, eyes skirting around the room again. "I just knew if I didn't do it now Naruto would have ruined it."

     I hold my tongue for a second, only letting it loose to thank the server for placing down our plates. "Why'd you propose?"

     Shika's face snaps toward me, eyebrows knotted together and his lips pursed like his mother's were a few minutes ago. "What kind of question is that? I swear you're one of the smartest but dumbest people I know. It's a bit of a drag."

I blink at him a couple of times, rolling his words over in my head. That did not answer my question. Shikamura sighs before dipping his head backward, resting it behind my ear. "Stop stressing so much, pretty girl." The words are followed by a light kiss pressed behind my ear.

Before I can answer back Shika stands up, tugging me along with him. His arm is loose around my waist, but the weight of it is still present. I scan the room as Shika taps his glass a couple of times, pulling the room's attention to us. "Thank you all for coming," his voice rings out the start of his first official speech as Chief.

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For the millionth time tonight, Shika's fingers dance over my back, hand pushing me through the side door before we get stopped by someone again.

My nic-fein has been antsy for a cigarette the last hour. Every time we'd get close to escaping the party, someone else would stop us to congratulate us or to talk about Shika's plans to 'better the clan'.

A sigh of relief is let out of the new shadow king once the door clicks closed behind us.

"You know if you stopped smoking-"

"I know," he cuts me off, his hands already digging in his pockets for his pack and his lighter. "Tonight has just been-"

"A drag?" I tease, leaning against the wall.

Shikamura hums a yes, cigarette already pressed between his lips as he tries to light it. I watch his chest puff out from his inhale, my eyes trailing after the smoke that's released when he exhales. "It hasn't all been a drag."

"Ya?"

"Ya."

His eyes flicker down to my hand pressed against the brick building. When Shikamura doesn't see what he wants, he moves to the other side of me. He falls into place next to me, back to the wall, fingers lazily overlapping mine as he messed with my ring. My wedding ring.

"You never answered my question," I push the words out and into the dark. I let my focus shift to the stars stamped into the sky above us, letting them distract me.

"It's a stupid question."

"Shikamura!"

"What?" He groans the cackle of his cigarette following his words. Soon another cloud of smoke fills the sky, cutting off the clear view of the stars for a second. "Why does it matter?"

"You're a dumbass," I hiss, tearing my eyes from the sky to glare at him.

"Sometimes," he answers, his normal bored look on his face as he looks down at me. "I proposed because I wanted to, pretty girl. Stop letting your mind mess with you."

"Did you?"

His answer is pushed back by three deep puffs of his cigarette. Shika's eyes are still locked on me, the smoke from him wrapping around us when he exhales. "Did I what?"

"Want to propose?"

Shikamura rolls his eyes at me, glancing to the forest edge before settling on me again. "Pretty girl?"

"Shika?"

"Why don't you believe that I want to marry you? Do you not believe I love you?"

"I know you love me."

"Do you?" He asks, inching closer to me. Smoke coats my face when he exhales, promising to leave the smell of it in my hair.

"Yes."

His eyes jump around my face for a second, followed by another puff of smoke before he pulls back. "Isn't it good enough that I proposed because I love you? Because I wanted to? What do I need to do to make you say yes, pretty girl?"

My cheeks heat a bit at his question. I'm well aware that Shikamura comes off as self-centered. I'm well aware he comes off as bored or even egotistical because of his lack of motivation. I'm also well aware all I have to do is ask for something and it'll happen, even if he does it in his normal moody way. Shika coats his love with attitude, even in moments like this.

"Ask."

"Ask?"

"Yes. You didn't ask me to marry you. Ask me," I answer, a smug smile growing on my face.

Shika's eyes stretch out before falling back to their normal narrowness. I watch as his eyes settle back on mine, his head inching forward. Before he gets closer he stops, inhales his smoke again, and then leans his forehead against mine.

"Shika?"

His free hand snakes up and gently wraps around my throat, squeezing it once, twice, before he dips his head. "Open your mouth," Shikamaru orders, his voice chipped as he inhales again to keep the smoke in his lungs.

I let my lips part a bit, which seems to be good enough for him. Shika tips his head to the side, pressing our lips together as he exhales into my mouth. The smoke he was holding burns my lungs, a cough forming from the action.

"Marry me, pretty girl?" He asks, barely pulling away so that his lips still brush against mine.

"Yes," I answer, his smoke seeping out with the word.

Shikamaru hums in approval before pulling away slightly. The small fire at the end of his cancer stick brightens the space between us as he takes another drag. Once again, he holds the smoke in his lungs and squeezes my throat. I let my mouth fall open a second time and get rewarded with a kiss and another smoke-packed exhale.

When I exhale, the smoke coats Shika's face, a small smirk covering it as his eyes skip around my body.

His head dips down again but before I can get a kiss the door slams open. "Shikamaru?!" Naruto yells, pulling an eye roll and a sigh from my boyfriend - fiancé.

"What do you want, Naruto?" Shika groans, his hand tightening and relaxing against my skin a few times.

"Lord Sixth has arrived and is asking for you two!"

"We'll be there in a minute, Naruto. Now go away." Naruto does as told, the door slamming shut as he leaves.

Shikamaru's eyes widen again before settling back to their normal shape. "Pretty girl," he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to my lips before pulling away.

"Shika?"

His hand slides further up my throat, pushing my head up to stretch out my neck. Shikamaru hums to himself, the hand not around my neck coming up to trace my collarbone. "You are beautiful," he murmurs, running his cigarette against the wall next to us. Once he's sure it's out, - running it against his hand first - he gently pressing the dead butt against the bone he was previously tracing.

The still-warm cigarette makes my skin tingle slightly; a promise to leave pink and irritated skin behind for the next few days. Shika takes his time, pressing more marks along my collarbone before throwing out the now cold butt.

"Pretty girl?" He calls again, covering my now sensitive skin in kisses.

"Shika?" I call in return, trying to bite back the whines sizzling up from the pain shooting across my skin.

"I can't wait for our wedding."

"Our?" I murmur, the pain and growing pleasure fogging the events of the day.

"Our."

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #shikamaru nara #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru nara oneshot #shikamaru oneshot

[toburnup]

i saw that you were taking questions about the most recent eddie chapter and that you had to scrap a few little moments, i was wondering if you had anything from the part in chapter 9 where eddie and steve are outside of the bar smoking? K THANKS LOVE YOU

THIS IS FROM A MONTH AGO i'm so sorry, i'm so fucking far behind on my messages.

but!! i looked through past drafts, and yes, i did have a bit for this scene that i ended up scrapping!! keep that in mind as you read it, lol. the '____' was just a note for me to go back and find the exact wording i'd used when eddie first tells steve he can't jack off.

iylo outtake (?) below:

Steve sways heavily against the bricks, stares at him with an openness that makes Eddie focus on his cigarette. Steve leans in and tries to catch his eye.

"Secret for a secret?"

Eddie muffles a sound, says, "Not fair. You owe me one. A really good one."

Steve gives him a smile that's on the brink of being mocking, says, "Do I?"

Eddie closes the gap, lets Steve take the brunt of the cold.

"Yes, you do."

Still owes him for the _____

"Fine, lemme think," Steve says, but his eyes are drifting all over Eddie's face, down to the cig. He hands it over to Steve and watches him smoke, and Eddie thinks he must be nasty as fuck, because he just wants Steve against the wall.

It's a good thing Eddie likes the taste of smoke, because Steve gently exhales and it drifts right over to him. He's leaning in close.

"You said... you said you don't like to think about it. What we did in Hawkins. After you left, I couldn't stop thinking about it," Steve pauses, doesn't look embarrassed. Says it all plainly. "I didn't pick this place out of a hat."

Eddie blinks. The idea of Steve moving here because of him sounds ridiculous, too far-fetched to be real.

"Christ, Steve."

Steve straightens up, voice turning inward. "And maybe that's hard for you to—"

Eddie jumps when the door crashes open behind him, makes his vision flash. It's someone he recognizes from inside and Eddie flushes, annoyed that he and Steve weren't even caught doing anything. Just fucking talking.

Steve's still looking at him like he's waiting for the words to sink in. Eddie shakes his head, knows if he thinks about it too hard, he'll get upset. Get honest. Start telling Steve that some part of him (the stupid, hopeful part) wished that he moved here for Eddie in the first place.

"I can't... talk about this with you. Not now," He adds, figures putting a thumbtack in it and leaving it on the wall between them is better than nothing.

#vio answers #iylo #is your light on #iylo outtake

[pralinesims]

i adore your content so much ♥

12 22 and 25 for vale and aaron

Ahh this is so sweet of you, thank you a LOT!! <3

Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

In his younger years he liked to wear really gothy pieces, now as an adult his style is similar, but he toned it down a bit and mostly prefers it simple. Though he still doesn't wear any colors except black. Usually the maximum amount of "color" he tolerates is white. Besides that, he's a fan of mixing elegant pieces with grungy ones. For example, whenever he has to wear a suit, he usually combines it with combat boots. About his own opinion, he'd probably say that he's just wearing what he likes.

Would they ever betray someone for money?

I feel like he wouldn't mind too much if he'd cross someone who's not much worth to him, but Vale's also not a person who's motivated by money, so I'd still rule it out.

Do they have a daily/nightly routine?

Morning routine: Wakes up and just lays in bed for a few minutes. If he's done with lying around, he goes to the toilet. After pissing, usually he grabs a coffee and smokes a cig while watching news on the TV. When he's done with his breakfast, he's getting ready (showering, brushing teeth, etc) in the bathroom & prepares for the day. Nightly routine: On workdays, it's really similar to his morning routine, just that it happens at a much later time.

Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

Well, he wears everything... I think experimental & a bit of sporty streetstyle would describe the best, but that's not all he's buying or wearing. He doesn't shy away from unique clothing pieces or weird color combinations. But he also likes sleek clothes a lot, so it's mostly a mood thingy. Also he's always proudly emphasizing that he doesn't have a style, cause in his opinion, having one destroys the self expression, creates a fear of fabric (??) and limits the potential of stumbling upon a piece one might look good in.

Would they ever betray someone for money?

I think he wouldn't actually dare to, but the possibility definitely IS there lol.

Do they have a daily/nightly routine?

Morning routine: First thing he does when waking up is checking his phone and notifications, scrolling through all apps he's active on. Sometime later he's feeding his cats, but he'd probably get up way later if he wouldn't have to provide them with food. After that, he's getting ready in the bathroom, and when he's done with everything (peeing, showering, brushing teeth, etc) he prepares & eats his breakfast. After that, he's just vibing. Nightly routine: It's different every night, as he doesn't really have a fixed job schedule, cause being a YouTuber (content creator 😌💅✨ as he calls it) is his source of income, so it's completely changing up his nights, depending on the videos he's producing.

#my sims #oc facts #vale #aaron #also sorry for answering this one so late!! totally forgot doing these

[acozysoulwrites]

He can’t dance | B.H

Description: Billy Hargrove asks you to go to the snowball dance, but he can only take so much of it before he's ready to bail, so you dance to a couple of songs and end up driving out of Hawkins to stargaze after.

Warnings: cursing, spicy, not smut

His blue jean jacket lays loosely over my bare shoulders. When I breathe in I can smell the slightest remanence of smoke, weakly covered by a ton of cologne. It smells like home.

Billy stares into the stars blankly, I can't read his expression right now, not like I usually can. He takes a long drag of his cig, turning his head away from me as he exhales.

"You have fun tonight?"

I blink, bringing myself out of my head. It's rare that he starts the conversation. It's usually me scraping the corners of my mind just to get him to speak to me for more than a few minutes. He's been so withdrawn ever since that night. I get sick thinking about it.

I nod, wrapping his jacket tighter around my chest. "Yeah, I did," I say softly, glancing at him.

"Okay"

I chew my bottom lip nervously, "Did you?" I dare to ask, inching closer to him, our shoulders touch and he turns, looking at me suddenly.

He's silent for a minute, and I think that maybe I've asked too much.

"I can't dance" He speaks, frowning back to the sparkling sky.

He can't dance? That's not what I remember. I smile to myself, remembering Billy's eyes the moment he let the music take over. How free and colorful he looked, how he spun me around, how we owned that corner of the gym to ourselves, how it was just me and him in that huge place.

"You did a pretty good job" I laugh, my heart is still racing. I'd never seen him in such a ... normal... state before.

I get lost in my thoughts when it goes quiet again.

Suddenly he rolls onto his elbow, now towering over me.

"Billy?"

I watch, frozen to the hood of the Camaro, his bigger figure blocking out all light of the moon from my face. When he leans over me and his lips brush against mine. Everything stops.

"Why the fuck do you make me feel like this?" He asks, he sounds angry and desperate, but really, he's just confused as to why he's feeling any other emotion besides anger or emptiness. My heart clenches as he eyes me with longing, confused eyes.

He hesitates from kissing me, pulling back so that he can see my face again. "I don't like it" he whispers as his fingers run along my face. It's like he's studying me, trying to find any explanation as to why he wants more from me than a casual fuck every now and then.

"You sure about that?" I ask, glancing down. I trail my hand down his chest and stomach, stopping at his jeans loop.

He groans "Stop it", but his tone isn't demanding, not how it usually is, telling me everything I need to know to keep going. He doesn't want me to stop, we both know that.

"You know that you're the prettiest fucking boy I've ever seen?" I ask, my fingers sliding just inside the top of his jeans.

"What?" He chokes, his voice lowering to a whimper.

"You heard me, god Billy if I could show you how you look in my eyes..."

His emotions are everywhere, so instead of remaining calm, Billy does what he does best.

"Just shut up" He begs, grabbing my hand from his hip and pinning it above my head.

"You're so fuckin pretty in my jacket" He whispers, kissing my neck.

I don't bother trying to get the sensitive side of him back, he's gone for tonight. Now, all that's left to do is watch Billy. He's all worked up, tired from a night of horrible dancing, and overstimulated with compliments. His hair becomes damp from the heavy thick air and I can't stop staring.

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(Literally what is the ending, anyways idk this is just another drabble of how mad Billy drives me sorry)

#billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove #stranger things #snowball dance #86’ baby #billy survives #dancing with billy hargrove #fluff

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

The sequel of your dreams

AN: just a little something something

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Reader; Billy x reader (ex)

Most of the time you would become good friends with your fellow actors, you thought this time wouldn't be any different, and that was the mindset you walked in with. The fans loved Eddie Munson's character in Stranger Things, that with a small company they decided to make a sequel, starring him, and you, as a love interest. It was kind of a walk in past times, as you had to play a character that was mostly comparabe to Blondie, or like Patti Smith. On the first day you walked in set, a few people rushed towards you, knowing you from before. Getting ready was smooth as ever, you laughed a lot.

You were shooting a scene where you were home alone, writing your new album drinking and smoking away when Joseph stepped into the set. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you played the part of the maneater-femme fatale 80's singer of Eddie's dreams. In the scene you're supposed to burn the skin of your breast with your cigarette cause of being so drunk you'd almost pass out. Except, the make-up team had forgot to install a patch of latex to protect your real skin, and the take was going too fell for you to just start again... So you indeed burned yourself. The next scene was you in the morning, head aching, skin hurting cause of the burn, in your underwear, laying on the couch as you boyfriend, Billy barges in, drunken, cigarette in his mouth, lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt.

You looked at eachother without saying a word, then he just went to the bedroom, shutting the door. The camera zoomed in, showing off your tear stricken eyes, swirling emotions in them, as if you weren't acting, as if this was real life. Joseph stood behind the camera in awe. How were you not a superstar yet. Your talent surpassed his in every way.

He had a reputation of a player, i mean.. c'mon he's from the UK, the accent, the looks... He could get anyone he wanted, and he did most of the time. It wasn't a problem, you met your fair share of actor like him, you knew exactly how to manouver around to keep your heart in-tact, and still be friendly.

When you finished the take, your assistant ran to you with a floor lenght robe to put around your body. You knew you looked bomb, but you were shy as hell in real life. Acting was another thing, you were in a completely different mindset there. You took a cup of coffee and went outside to smoke. WHen you stepped outside, he was already there. Oh.. the usual, i didn't knew you smoke play.. you smiled to yourself as he took his zippo lighter out, to light your cigarette.

-You were amazing in there. - he stated, looking you in the eye.

-Thanks. Cigarette burns still suck though. - you said snickering before taking a drag.

-It's just a patch of latex.. what is there to snicker about sweetheart? - he smiled at you and you were sure your heart will stop if you'll need to film the hot and bothered scenes with him.

-Yea.. it's supposed to be a patch of latex, but they forgot to put it on.. The taxe went too well to let it go to waist. I'll survive, and it will be more believable on the scenes. - you shrugged before putting out your cig, and head inside to continue.

You had put on black stockings, a jean short, and a ruined, cropped, band-tee. It was time to film a concert scene. This was where Eddie first saw you. Nothing major.

You were always dead set on singing on the scene yourself. YOur voice was captivating, with the essence of the early punks. As if you were made for this role.

The shock on Joseph's face wasn't an act as he heard you. Cameras capturing his face lit up, eyes sparkling as the world around you two faded. Billy's smiling face came into view. Standing beside him, both looking at you.

-Pretty thing huh? -he asked Eddie, and all he could do is nod, looking at you mesmerized.

-You know.. i'd share her with ya.. let's have some fun after the concert.. - Billy said with a wicked smile.

After it was over, you were next to the bar, talking to some of your friends, when Billy walked up to you putting a hand around your shoulders, making you flinch.

-Hey biscuit. Great one. Wanna have some fun with me in the back? -he whispered.

You couldn't say no. You held on to the smallest moments of kindness from him, even when you knew he did nothing but hurt you. Wether is was his hand, his words, or the cheating.

He led you into the back stage, where Eddie sat nervously on the couch. Your eyes glistened with tears as you saw another man waiting for you there. This wasn't about loving, and your fun.. This was about his dire need to still control you... To show that he still controlled you.

-Honey.. this is Eddie, and he was quite mesmerized with you out there... I though you could give him some more... - he smiled at you wickedly.

-Pl...please no.. - tears escaped your eyes, as you whispered.

Eddie's heart broke at the sight. Anger risen in him as he pushed Billy up the wall.

-You never deserved her you know that right? - he asked, face so close Billy could feel the spit flying on his face cause of his anger. He punched Billy, before kneeing him in the crotch still holding him up the wall.

-You'll leave her alone from now on, or you'll wish you did. - he said as he let Billy fall to the floor in pain. He looked at you, crouching next to you, handing you his phone to put your number in.

-If he'll ever bother you again, you call me, understand? - you just nod. With that he left.

You went home, not caring about your asshole of a boyfriend.. or ex boyfriend you should say.

You were basically punched awake the next morning. You knew you were no match, so you just let him take out his anger on you.. again. You already knew it will be hard to make the bruises disappear with makeup, but you'll try anyway. The only thing keeping you going is singing. Your guitarist calls you to tell you he came up with a high fever and won't be able to perform tonight, but he got a friend who'll step in.

That night, you tried your best to hide the limping, the fact that you couldn't even stand straight, your busted lip, and the numerous dark bruises you had all over.

You had succesfully hidden them for the most part, slowly getting up on stage, only to find Eddie smirk at you. You gave him a little nod, and started the performance.

After the concert he found you in your dressing room, drinking yourself to death.

-Woah sweetheart slow down.. - he said as he took the bottle from your hands. -What's wrong?

-Nothing. Mustering up the courage to go home. - you said as you started to took your makeup off, revealing all the bruises on your face, making his eyes go wild.

-You can't go there. I won't let you. - he walked up to your back, looking in your eyes over the mirror.

-There is nothing you can do to keep him away. My drunkard father sold me to him for what.. like 10 bottles of whiskey.. - you scoffed as you tried to touch your face, whincing from the pain.

-Come home with me. Promise not to do anything. Won't even look at you if you don'T want me to.- he smiled at you sadly.

-I can't have you get beaten up too Ed. - you turned to look at him.

-Tsk, as if.. c'mon, let's get you some spare clothes, and i'll show you my empire. - he said, as he gently took your hand.

These were hard scenes to film. Between takes Dacre always went up to you, making sure you knew this was just an act, and that he liked you very very much. You were laughing, snorting at something he said, when Joseph walked in, his eyes lit up as he heard you laugh.

-Hey Joseph, come, you need to hear this. - you giggled as you waved him over.

-Dacre says he needed to imagine us all naked so he'd won't be so nervous fake hitting me. - you laughed, fighting the tears. - can you imagine...

He raised an eyebrow while smirking - Well i mean.. i imagine you naked all the time... -he said before winking at you as you rolled your eyes.

-I'm immune to your british charm Joseph. - you laughed.

The next scene you had to film was one where you make a move on Eddie. It was quite a big jump from the deer-in-the-headlights characteristic you had, but well.. it was a movie. You nursed your coffee in your robe, only having skin coloured panties underneath and some small nipplepatches.

Eddie sat in an armchair in the corner of his room, as you walked up to him in your robe, straddling his legs, putting oyur hands around his neck, kissing him as he smirked into it.

-See something you like? - you asked him, as he used his hands to untie your robe. The cameras were behind you, so as the robe fell to the ground, you looked completely naked in his lap.

-I think i do.. - he said as he kissed your neck. It wasn't a fake kiss you usually used, it was verym uch real, and very much had an effect on you. Not to mention his hands holding your hips, making you grind on him. He nipped on your earlobe, so he could whisper something to you that only you heard.

-See the mess you've made?... I think my charms are working doll.. - as he continued his attack. The director said CUT, and you practically jumped off of him, as he smirked looking at your perfect ass.

The next scene was Eddie and you in the forest, out on a walk. He wanted to show you something. He looked nervous, and also kind of predatory as he circled you on a little clearing.

-I don't what to say Ed.. I'm too broken.. I can't trust anyone.. Couldn't possibly ask you to put up with that.. - you said looking down at your feet. At this point your character was madly in love with him, but knew she wasn't good enough for him. It would only take some time till he left her.

Josephs character was angry. And it seemed kind of genuine.

-I'd wait a thousand years if it meant you'd be mine at the end... Look, i even... i even had a tattoo made. - he showed you his chest. You looked at him with tear stricken eyes. Oh god how he would love to see those tears when you begged him to let you cum. He had to adjust himself, as your soft fingers traced along the fake tattoo on his chest before he leant down to kiss you. It wasn't a fake kiss either. But he knows you'd let him do anything as long as it's for the good take. From the other side where the cameras and the crew couldn't see, you palmed him, whispering to his lips.

-Two can play that game Quinn. - before hearing the director say CUT, as you immediately stepped back, and went to your trailer.

There was this pent up tension between the two of you, and it was hard not to act on it. But you had to control yourself for the sake of your heart, so you constricted it to the small flirting on set, in secret. That gave a plus thrill to it.

That night the crew went out for drinks to a nearby bar. You were dancing with your friend from the make-up team, while Dacre and Joseph were watching you from a booth.

-You really like her don't you? - Dacre asked as he took a swing from his bottle. Joseph just swinging his whiskey around in the glass.

-Well.. she drives me crazy for sure.. - he chuckled.

-Tell me.. i used to flirt with her back then when we were shooting ST, and somehow she turned it around and we've been best friends since. - he laughed looking at you fondly. -Never seen the shit she's doing to you though...

-Well not as she gives me a single thought outside of scenes.. - Joseph scoffed.

-She had her heart broken when she started out. Guy took advantage of her being a rookie and mixing up life and act. Never seen her with someone that way ever since..

-Hmm..

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You were so drunk you didn't realize that instead of Dacre it was Joseph who took you back to the trailer. You were mumbling and talking as if you were talking to a friend.

-I like him you know... - you slurred your words. - he makes me feel all kinds of funny.. stupid british..

-It's alright hun. he wouldn't hurt ya. - he said in a low voice as he took off your shoes, you already sitting on your bed.

-How could you know Dacre?.. cmon.. - you asked as you grabbed his hand. -PJ party? - you asked with little pouty lips. He laughed. This will be fun in the morning.

-Well i know him, he's head over heels for ya.. - he said as you slapped his chest playfully.

-I know you're trying to set something up here my dear friend, but i'm sad to tell you that he avoids me outside of the scenes. I think he just does these things to make the scenes more believable.. - you said before laying your head on his chest. You were soon asleep.

You woke up with a splitting headache, and something heavy around you. As you slowly turned, careful not to wake whoever was behind you. God you hoped it's Dacre. Your eyes went wide when you met Josephs smiling face.

-Fuck, fuck fuck. -you said as you started to walk up and down in your trailer holding your head in your hands. - We didn't.. ? right?

-No sweetheart.. you thought i was Dacre. Surprised at the secrets you're willing to tell him though... - he smirked.

-Oh jesus.. forget whatever i said.. - you were blushing in emberassment. He stood up, smoothing hands over your upper arms.

-I wouldn't wanna do that sweetheart. -he whispered. -And just so you know, i do those things cause i want to, not cause i want to make our scenes better.. - he smirked before he left your trailer, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded.

After a few scenes, it has come to another smutty one. Gosh this sequel was nothing but soft porn for his fans. You were drinking wine in his bare lit kitchen, as he cornered you, one hand on each of your side, your back to the counter in the middle. He was so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

No words were exchanged, so he didn't have any other way of talking to you, except for touches. It was a slow burn. His fingers traced the hem of your hellfire shirt, you cut to make it a crop top. Goosebumps rising wherever his fingers went, making your breathing become ragged. He softly nudged your nose with his, before softly kissing you. He surely wanted to make you dizzy you thought.. Two can play the game though, your hands snaked under his shirt, feeling his muscles flex, and unseen for the cameras, you scratch his sides lightly, making him almost growl into your mouth. He puts his hands under your butt, to hop you on top of the counter, deepening the kiss., before getting rid of your shirt and his too. Soon, he kisses your neck, while unclasping your bra, holding you close. His other hand slowly inches up your thigh, under your skirt. It is unseen by the cameras, but you have to make it look like he's fingering you. Which he nearly did, he opted for slowly circling your aching nub through the thin fabric of your panties, making you whimper into his mouth, earning a smirk from him. He did make you dizzy. You forgot you were currently shooting. He snaked a finger around your panties moving them aside, carefully, one finger slowly entering you. He acted as if he was kissing your neck, but he was just whispering against your soft flesh.

-Gonna be a good girl for me (Y/n)? - and you just nod, whimpering. His other hand squeezed your thigh, and you didn't know how, but you were already fluttering around his finger, making him chuckle a little bit, before sucking a hickey to your neck.

-aaaand CUT, good job everybody.- the director shout, and he stepped back, leaving you groaning in frustration, eyes blown black with lust. You hopped off of the counter, practically running to your trailer. You couldn't be more glad that this was it for today. You all but ripped off the clothes from you, standing under your shower. You needed to get release, and you needed it now.

After you were done, you put a towel around yourself, walking out only to find him laying on your bed with that shit eating grin on his face.

-You need to stop doing this Joseph. - you said as your eyes filled with tears. He shot up from your bed, pulling you into a hug as you started to cry.

-Jesus, I'm sorry sweetheart. I.. yesterday you said... fuck.. i'm so sorry. I thought you wanted it too. - he said as he caressed the back of your head, effectively keeping you from looking him in the eye.

-The worst thing is that i do want it.. i just.. i cant keep being my co-stars current little plaything.. i can't...

-You're not a plaything.. I genuenly want you.. not until we finish shooting, not only in front of the camera... I want to hold you (Y/n), i want to wash your hair for you when you're tired, i want to know your favourite food, and how you drink your café. I want to kiss every part of you that you love or hate. I want you...

-You... you want me? - you asked, finally being able to look up at him, but his arms never left you.

He cupped your cheeks, before looking you in the eye .

-I want you, only you. - he said before kissing you softly. It wasn't for the cameras, it was for you. Only you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fancic #fanfic #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #edward munson

[odyssej]

Dreamt an old high school classmate had just passed away from his alcoholism. It wasn't even someone I talked to at all, and he's the last person I'd expect to even touch a drop. But before this I kept thinking how Dr. Wanless should have Isaac (which my classmate was called) for a first name, and Morton can then be his middle. That way it'd read, Dr. I. M. Wanless. I deliberately chose this surname for its meaning: hopelessness; despair - there's even a debate that it could very well mean "free of sadness" actually. It could also be spelt as Wandless, hence "I am wandless". Much like how his patient, Ernst, thinks to finally let go of his conductor baton.

Anyway, I've been still very burnt out, obviously. Had to nap for a couple hours, this time dreaming of a rando, maybe American, in his shorts, white socks and sandals, with a white cap covering curly black hair down to his ears, Laying about morosely in his camping chair, on the lawn, and when he went for a smoke break inside his van, it seemed he used an e-cigarette (in fact he'd made his own business selling these), forest green with "MYSTERIOUS" printed on it. I saw stacks and stacks of it. Perhaps he wasn't having a good time 'cause people thought his cigs were crap.

When he went to lay in his chair again, a blonde little girl skipped over to him, and he scooped her up. Probably his daughter. He asked her how she was able to remember so many memories at her tender age, and she simply brought out this toy wand, with quite a few colourful buttons and a bubblelike globe on the top. "If you press this, and this, and this, you will remember what you want to remember."

I felt like the dad here - already that seemed easier said than done. But he still smiled, and took her back to the house. And then I woke up, still groggy as heck but cooked dinner. For once I felt normal.

Despite dreaming of depressed people doing depressing things.

#dream jots

[forbidding-souda]

omg i just crawled out of hell istg 😭

this is rin btw.

but i got so sick last week... your girl (feeling feminine lately) had walking pneumonia, a uti, and a week long migraine at the same time. i was suffering 😭

but i am BACK and feeling OKAY. my body still feels like a noodle but at least my pain's gone 😭

have you been alright??? do you have any gossip on hand that you're comfy to tell?? 👀

also remember to take care of yourself and eat and drink and take your meds and all that good stuff, you amazing, beautiful motherfucker :)

DAMN THAT SOUNDS CRAZY ASF..... I'm happy you're feeling better. And I HAVE been taking my meds mwahaha. I was partying like all weekends for the last three weeks and I'd start taking my meds at like wack ass inconsistent times and it was poopoo because it just made my anxiety go out of the roof it was so disabling I hated it.

Gossip below the cut

If you want to hear about gossip I can talk about the lore between me and the scene. Basically I was in the talking stage with this one guy who is in the most popular band and we were like goofy friends / flirting like cray and then one day we both just stopped LMFAO it was just random like I think we were busy or didn't have time to talk tbh i don't remember /srs. And then like a few weeks later my best best friend in the scene was like you won't believe this... I'm dating [him] and sent photos of them together I was like oh my fucking god (and very very many months ago they were like "remember when I said I had a crush on him" and tbh I completely forgot I was like oops). It gets better / worse. So they're like a very happy couple and they're hella cute tbh it's amazing but they keep making jokes about how he's straight dating a bi androgynous girl and I'm like ooohhhhh my god she doesn't know he was just talking to a guy. He never told her we were talking btw. I'm like gosh. It's been five months since they got together and me and her have been hanging out more, especially since her birthday was like two weeks ago... and he was there... and I think it was the first time he's spoken to me since we stopped talking (GoOD, obviously) and it was when my friend wasn't with us. And it freaked me out: I've decided I hate talking to him without my friend there. I was also in line at one of his shows four days ago and he was talking to his friends before walking backstage again and he specifically said hi to me and only me I was like oh my fucking god I'm gonna kill myself.

Anyway at that show ^ me and my husband talked in public for like ? the first time. He's in one of the popular bands. There was a girl following him around like the entire time and it was stressing me out because they went outside for a second but I wasn't about to follow him and they were just smoking I was like word. NO ALSO YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUNNY, a few weeks ago the band members had like a joke conference thing and afterwards I gave the singer of my husbands band a bag of chips bc he was hungry and I was high off my motherfucking ass and I was just standing there as they were talking like :) where it would have been awkward but I was too high to realize IT WAS SO FUNNY. The singer of his band is like lowkey rude but I think that's just because we're acquaintances now and I'm not just like a random fan. The drummer of his band is such a sweetheart he is like the most amazing person ever I hung out with him the most at the birthday party. I've never met the bassist or even hung out with him before he's so mysterious (and my best friend from since middle school has a crush on him so I'm like hmmmmmm).

Also at the birthday party on of the guys from another band was like ??? flirting with me I think ??? he let me finish his cig and shit and when (we were at the beach btw) I laid down on my stomach he was like "your tattoo is so pretty" as if it's not a basic ass tattoo. It's on my shoulder and it's like a classic outline of a old-style clown. We'd also smile at each other and whenever someone would tell a joke he'd look directly at me. Tbh I'm forgetting if there was everything else but. The crazy part about this is it's one of my friends ex so I'm wondering if he's being nice because he's seen us together (which that part is not an assumption, he has seen us together before) ???. Idk I texted her about it and she was like that's weird asf and he was probably flirting with you but I don't want to associate with him and I assured her that she is more important and I'm not gonna do nothing and then five minutes later I was like can I smoke his cigs though and she was like yes I respect that grind. LMFAO he just let me smoke one yesterday.

This isn't gossip it's me gushing but this really attractive friend of mine that I'm taking to shows as if he isn't like a white boy from UC Berkeley and he is such an extrovert he will walk up to random people and introduce himself and talk to them and !!! whenever he did he would tell people about me and bring them over to meet me and when he does he uses she/her on me and I swear to god when I first heard him say that it felt as if sunshine rained down on me. I hope I didn't stare at him with stars in my eyes because that's what it felt like. That's all LOL.

#not an ask #not an imagine

[kiwikyuu]

━━━━ 𝐡𝐪 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

word count 1.08k

genre headcanon ; fluff

warning(s) mentions of alcohol & cigarette & pot use, fist fights, characters are aged up, cursing, not edited

a/n i don't wanna be showing favorites but this one is going to be longer than the others.. the third years <3 just have a special place in my heart. also i'm pretty sure oikawa's right picture is doyoung from nct lmaooo oops

inarizaki version / nekoma version

aoba johsai version / o. tooru, i. hajime, m. issei, h. takahiro

oikawa is such a menace like this man will say let's go on a study date and then only take pictures for his social media and pull you away to ikea or somewhere

but imagine boyfriend oikawa driving to ikea with one hand on the wheel one hand on your thigh and glancing over to you every so often because he can't help but think he's so lucky to have you as an s/o

at ikea he'll point out all the furniture he'd get if he could for his your future house and if they have volleyballs in the store they probably do right? you'll almost get kicked out because oikawa started a game with the youger kids in the store but he's a smooth talker and he apologizes and promises not to do it again liar

and then after your date you drag him back to the cafe to actually study. a lot of people think he's not the brightest but oikawa is a perfectionist and he's actually almost close to the top of his class iwaizumi is first

he'll help you with your studies and tease you the way he does casually poking at the fact that you're really asking him for help when you don't usually. but when it comes down to it he'll break down all the problems for you and be really soft tutoring you to help you

and at the end of the day when he's driving you home he'll give you a kiss goodnight before you leave him and wait till you're inside your house before driving off because that's the type of boyfriend oikawa is and expect a call when he gets home lol

iwaizumi is an absolute babe and let's be real.. everyone on campus either wants him or wants to be him but ding! ding! he's very much not single and he's very much upfront about the fact that he's only got eyes for you his wonderful s/o

boyfriend iwaizumi will be the type of boyfriend to take you on spontaneous day trips but not really spontaneous because he'll make sure your schedule is clear and take you sight seeing and on random fun adventures like if y'all are near the water he'll take you on a boat ride or if y'all are near fields he'll take you on a nice stroll idk

but anyway if you guys can drive there iwaizumi like oikawa will be the type of driver to have one hand on the wheel one hand on your thigh and he'll definitely be the guy to do that thing where he backs up the car with an arm behind your chair while he's looking back do y'all know what i mean or am i making no sense lmaoo

boyfriend iwaizumi looks like a monster of a man because he's got huge biceps and he's tall and intimidating but when you're next to him whether it be on a day trip with just the two of you or in public on campus or anywhere really he immediately turns to mush for you like a dog wagging his tail

and when iwaizumi drinks because i feel like he does he turns into such a sap and will try to woo you all over again because he refuses to believe that you're really his all the boys have quite a few videos of it if we're being honest

just boyfriend iwa being the best

this mf.. i swear mattsun is such a clown like i feel like he's the type of boyfriend to joke around a lot and be super playful moreso than oikawa

like if you ask him to come to a cafe with you because you need to study for finals he'll message you no but then half an hour later he'll ask you why you're taking so long lmao and he'd already have gotten a table for you two and even ordered you something

or if you're going somewhere together he'll definitely hold all your things but tell you that if a seat opens up he's going to take it which you know is a fat lie he just likes to joke around. but let's say a seat opens up as the train or subway comes to a stop and you kinda almost fall mattsun is already pulling you into his side by the waist before guiding you to the seat calling you clumsy

boyfriend mattsun is a smoker and shares a cig with hanamaki on their way to class and when he meets you afterward he smells like cigarettes and cologne with a hint of mint from the gum he chews to hide the smell smh

mattsun is an engineering major with a side hustle of fixing up cars so when he picks you up he's picking you up in a car that he's tweaked himself and lemme say that it's beautiful

he loves midnight drives or early early morning drives when it's quiet and you two will talk about anything and nothing together and maybe make out in his back seat lmfaoo

makki is definitely not subtle about his feelings and he's the type of boyfriend that remains cool and charismatic

like he'll buy you funky little matching hats and wear it in public shamelessly with you if you want. he won't care that everyone's looking at him because you're happy and that's all that matters

or he'll show up to your class one day with a bouquet of flowers. there's no special reason. he just passed a shop and thought of you and he won't be bothered by all the whispers that surround him when he walks over to you to hand them to you

boyfriend makki loves hand holding but kills for back hugs. say you're waiting for the train? back hug. talking to your friends outside school? back hug. playing a game on your pc? back hug. he just likes holding you in his arms

makki is definitely a stoner so when he smokes he always ends up in your room with the munchies and two bags of mcdonalds because he wasn't sure if you wanted anything or not so he just bought enough for two

and after y'all are done eating and washing up you'll put on a movie and makki will let you use him as a pillow and he'll probably whisper random things into your ears that are strangely romantic

"if you were a worm i'd still love you"

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #aoba johsai headcanons #oikawa headcanons #matsukawa headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #hanamaki headcanons #tw alcohol #tw cigarettes

[trashcatsnark]

Oooh, I love the idea of them gaining some semblance of that spiritual connection through the Basilisk, that's such a great idea! I have a few more things for my AU: 1. Johnny tries to quit smoking with the help of nicotine patches, while V still smokes. Johnny worries that it's ruining their health and would want to try quitting together with them, but feels like it's his fault they're a smoker in the first place, so he probably shouldn't get too cocky. Plus, smoking seems to help V mentally, and in their state, they should be able to indulge in whatever makes them happy, so Johnny doesn't push. 2. Right after Johnny and V got transferred to their own bodies, they were immediately taken back to camp by Panam and Mitch. V was completely unconcious, and Johnny, while slightly better, still took it pretty hard, aware of his surroundings but weakened, unable to walk by himself much, his mind clouded and blurry. When they were leaving Mikoshi, Mitch carried out V bridal-style (I'd imagine he's a pretty strong guy), and Johnny just felt pissed and jealous, that he should be the one carrying out V from Mikoshi like this, but also felt mad at himself, that he's too weak to stand himself, not even mentioning carrying someone else, so he's just fuming in silence as they leave the Arasaka Tower. 3. When they arrive, everyone hastily prepares them a van to recover in. They make a makeshift bed out of a mattress, and lay V down so that they could rest. The mattress can fit two people, so that raises the question on what to do with Johnny. Panam doesn't trust him and wants to keep her eye on him, but others convince her that Johnny did so much for V that he's pretty much an honorary Aldecaldo himself, and that he clearly loves them (Johnny just bites the inside of his cheek at that) or at least cares for them. Panam finally says like "Fine. You can stay here with V, but only because that's what they'd want. You try to hurt them in any way and I'll kill you. You're on thin ice." and Johnny just nods, too exhausted to bite back. All that he really wants now is to curl up somewhere quiet and dark, with V by his side, so that they could share this physical misery between them to make it easier for eachother.

OOOOH, I LOVE LOVE LOVE

Cyberpunk 2077 Ending Spoilers below

Firstly, i love love love johnny quitting or trying at least to quit smoking following any ending. The first time i discovered that in Temperance my heart! So, yes, with my own v i imagine he mostly quits (only occasionally smoking strawberry cigs because that was their compromise to smoke during the game so they now remind him of them) and the first time he sees them smoking, especially after their recovery, he loses it like he did on steve and they're like bUT YOU YOU??? BEGGED ME TO SMOKE??? So, I always adore that characterization and that reversal, because to me it also further shows they've been left forever changed by the other. But in a situation where V is worsening and hes worried about... bigger things taking them away from him, I do totally think despite his worries he'd let them have those comforts because... he knows better than anyone that itch and need to smoke just as a comfort when the world is shit.

HE WOULD TOTALLY BE JEALOUS AND A LITTLE INSECURE OF THAT! Hes such a jealous shit, even weak and barely walking hes like bUT IT'S MY JOB TO CARRY MY PRINCE/PRINCESS DAMN IT. I know it doesnt happen but i just imagined him desperately trying carry V bridal style before hes fully recovered just to prove he can and dropping them and falling on his face. He'd feel awful but its really funny.

God Panam and Johnny interactions, I do love her just being protective of V and a part of her still, maybe always, seeing him as the person who nearly took V from her. She knows its not rational, shes been told a thousand times he had no choice but feelings are rarely so simple. I also imagine Johnny in general would kind of struggle with being with V friends; Judy, River, Panam, Vik. Misty. The ones he only knows through V's eyes. Because he's a stranger to them at best, V's deadly parasite at worse, but he knows them.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 spoilers #silverv

[frenchlangdon]

Late Night Louisiana Pt. 6

Summary: It’s late 19th century, Y/N moves to Louisiana to learn more about vampires. But what happens when she finds one likely creature of the night at Porterhollow Cemetery?

LNL Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire!bucky x reader

A/N: Next chap will be better! Promise! Love y’all 😘

We walked into the bookshop and Tobias smiled at me, he kept his eyes solely on me. "Well good morning! You know you don't work today right?" He said. He leaned more to his right, his attention on Bucky. "I'll be with you in a second, sir."

"Oh, I'm actually with her." Bucky replied.

Tobias gave me a confused look. "This is a friend from Texas! Tobias this is Bucky. Bucky this is Tobias."

"You never mentioned a friend from Texas visiting."

"I didn't? That's funny. Really funny. I must've forgotten." I laugh and let out a sigh, looking to the floor, not know what else to say and hoping to God Tobias doesn’t find my behavior suspicious at all.

"I'm surprised she never told you. We've been planning this for quite some time." Bucky smiled, glancing between Tob and I.

The sound of the door made all of our heads turn. It was Steve. He always came in to hang out with us when he wasn’t busy building structures and painting.

He walked in with a dirty white tank, his hair disheveled, biceps glistening from the sweat. He was definitely a sight to see. He was like a painting you could stare at endlessly. He was art.

"Hey Y/N. I was hopin I'd see ya here." His lips curved upwards as he stared at me. He leaned on the counter. "Steve, meet Y/N's friend from Texas." Tobias gestured to Bucky. Steve's eyes lingered on me a few seconds longer before his eyes shifted to Bucky.

"I'm Bucky."

"Steve. Y/N's best friend." They shook hands. It was almost an arm wrestling contest. No doubt Bucky would win due to his many abilities. They shook hands for at least half a minute, silently, veins protruding from the both of their arms. "Kinda funny, she never mentioned you." Steve said.

Shit... he’s onto us

"That is funny, she never mentioned you either." Bucky let out a chuckle. Well...

"So how long you in town?" Steve asked.

"I actually am moving in with her." Bucky looked at me and winked, my eyes widened.

what the actual fuck

He turned his focus back to Steve. "Yeah. She was talking about how lonely she was in the letters and I proposed the idea of comin down here to live with her. Keep her company. Cause I gotta look out for my best girl, don't I, Y/N?"

"Yep." I sway back and forth awkwardly

"Oh." Steve mumbled.

"Well, I have to get back to work. I'll see you later,  Y/N." Steve was out of the shop within the blink of an eye.

"So what did you come in here for?" Tobias asked seconds later after the front door slammed.

"I need that marine book. Bucky has never seen a walrus before. I want to show him a drawing of one."

"Oh okay. Well help yourself."

I took Bucky's hand in mine and went toward the bookshelf that had the book I was looking for.

"Wait, are you looking for "Starks Amazing Finds" because Steve bought it yesterday."

I stop in my tracks and turn to look at Tobias.

"What do you mean he bought it yesterday? I was in here all day yesterday, he never came in."

"Well during the evening when you were freaking out about going to the cemetery to find that dumb vampire, he came in and bought it. You were out back hyperventilating and smoking a cig."

"You're still obsessed with that vampire, I see." Bucky said with a smirk. I glare at him. "No! Why does everybody think I am obsessed with him? I'm not!"

"But you are." Tobias mumbled.

"Can a woman not be fascinated by something so extraordinary? Without getting HELL for it?" I exclaimed. I was very tempted to chuck books at Tob’s face.

"He's extraordinary, now is he?" Bucky propped his elbow on the counter, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he looked at me, clearly amused with the conversation. He's very full of himself if I must say.

"Did you ever find the man with the fangs? Or did you turn right around once you made it to the gates?" Tobias asked as he stacked a few books on the right side of the counter. "I went. I was terrified, I will not lie. But he, um, he never showed. He could just be a myth. I could've just wasted my time. Searching for a child's tale, I guess."

“He’s definitely real, if he wasn’t we wouldn’t find the drunkards in the alleyways every week. Maybe he’s just a sissy. Doesn’t want to come out. Doesn’t want to found.” Tobias said.

"What if he's scared of what other people will think? What if he doesn't want to be judged by the people of the town? What if he wants to meet you but he just doesn't know how to approach you, how to not scare you? What if he wants to be normal again?" Bucky was breathing heavy, he looked deep into my eyes.

"I am sorry, that was uncalled for. I apologize for my manners, Tobias." He smiled at Tob before heading out the door. I look to Tobias who was thoroughly confused. "He had a long trip last night, didn't sleep well." I said.

"Is he..." Tobias pointed to his head. I let out a laugh. 

"No. He's not. He's perfectly sane. He's just sleep deprived and probably really hungry. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, Tob." I lean over the counter to kiss his cheek and leave.

I look all around but don't see him anywhere, There weren't many establishments here so it's not like it could be hard to find him. I mean it's not like this is New York! This is small little hick town. It's not incredibly small but it's also not big. So it really shouldn't be hard to find him.

But it was.

I checked the shop, the cafe, the voodoo queen's shop, the tailor, and the motel.

I walk out of the tavern and spot him across the road at the lake. I let out a sigh of frustration and of relief.

I sprint across the road and as I got closer I saw him sitting in the sand, he was scooping up sand, watching the grains slip through his fingers.

I sat down next to him, staring at the water as it inched closer to our bodies and then pulled away. "I'm sorry." He put his head down. As if he were ashamed.

"Sorry for what? You did nothing wrong."

"I acted a fool. I embarrassed you in front of your friend."

"Hey, you didn't embarrass me. And you did not act a fool. You were justified in the way you reacted to that. I should be the one apologizing, I was only saying that to come up with something. I couldn't tell him I met you. Don’t take anything he says about you to heart."

"You're really kind to me. Why?"

"Because everyone needs kindness in their life. Even the ones that are labeled monsters. And I want you to know that you're not a monster in my eyes."

"Then what am I?"

"You're an extraordinary man." I bump his shoulder with mine and giggle.

"I guess I am." He grinned.

"You are."

He scooted closer to me. My body completely froze. Blood ran cold, my mind ran a million miles.

He started leaning in. His eyes trained on my lips.

His hand came up to my cheek. “Wreck.” I squeaked.

“No.” I mumbled. He pulled away and kept his eyes on the sand, he nodded. “I thought— I am terribly sorry, Y/N.” He looked up after a moment.

“It’s okay. Really. Not your fault.”

“It is, I just put you into a really uncomfortable situation. Are you feeling all over-ish? I really am sorry.” He held my hand. “No. Really, Wreck. It’s fine.”

I wasn’t even uncomfortable I was just really confused, I don’t even know how to feel about this vampire. I’ve been seeking him for quite awhile, I finally find him and he tries to kiss me, and in no way am I complaining. Because I am not.

This just doesn’t happen just everyday, ya know.

“No. This is my first day back into the world and I embarrass you in front of your friend and then I try to—”

The best way to shut up a handsome man is to kiss him. There are better uses for the mouth... if you know what I mean.

#bucky x reader #bucky au #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes mini series #bucky barnes x reader #vampire!bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #late night louisiana #vampireau #vampire!bucky #vampire!au #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes

[kbstories]

And with this third chapter, the fic is complete!

Only Lost The Night

Tags: Recovery, First Kiss, Fishing (non-graphic)

No additional spoilers apply.

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The coffee comes out of the pot piping hot, quickly warming his mug and filling the morning air with its scent.

Arthur downs it in big gulps, wincing as it burns down his throat. The bad taste in his mouth is gone, though, and his queasy stomach settles with something to digest. The cold sweat he wakes up in every morning, or the tremor in his hands, well – recovery, as it turns out, is one tough son of a bitch, much more so when your alcohol supply is out of reach.

A sigh worms its way out his mouth, clouding white in front of him. There's precious little for him to do in camp – he can barely raise his left arm higher than chest height without pulling some wound or other – and most of the gang's inner workings come along well without his input.

This must be the longest Arthur's been off duty in... a while. It's disorienting, to say the least.

It doesn't help that, additionally to Miss Grimshaw's care – a duty she caries out with a gruff undertone in her voice but an indulgent glint in her eyes –, Charles has been watching him like a hawk, grumbling about his hard work going to waste otherwise.

Arthur would be the first to admit that drinking himself into a stupor a week into his mandatory bedrest was not his brightest moment. It definitely beat sitting on his ass all day long, doing fuck-all to earn his keep.

At this rate, he'll end up going to the dogs like Uncle. Isn't that a fun thought to entertain?

Even now he can feel the man's gaze on him, all the way across camp. Arthur raises his mug in the general direction of Charles's usual post, and plants himself on one of the logs surrounding the camp fire. See, I can be good, too.

A lazy salute is his meagre reward. Arthur shakes his head, only noticing the smile on his own face when he goes to light a cigarette. Drawing deep, he exhales slowly, finding himself enjoying the bite of nicotine on his tongue instead of merely going through the motions.

Maybe he can ask Hosea for one of them crime novels he's been so involved with lately. How was the author called again? Arthur flicks the excess ash to the ground, chasing the name on the tip of his tongue. Nope, gone. Never been his strongest suit, books, but Jack's seems interested too as of late, and with how things have been, the boy deserves some hero's tale or other to dream of.

… not one of Hosea's, then. God knows the kid sees enough blood and death as is.

Gaze lost in the fire and with nowhere else to go, Arthur's thoughts drift like smoke in the wind. To Jack, and how somewhere in this mess, he became Uncle Arthur to him. About that boy Kieran, so desperate for somewhere to belong it's painful to watch at times, and John, who had it all and disappeared who-knows-where all the same. Dutch and Hosea and that ever-shifting dream they keep chasing.

And yet his fingers itch for... something more, something to touch, to hold on to, like a pen or a gun or–

A genuine connection, to tether his very being to something bigger than himself. What if, Arthur thinks.

What if, what if.

He blows another puff into the sky and watches it disappear into nothingness.

*

“Okay. Hunting. Nothin' fancy, just a doe or two. Need practice with that bow, right? Takes a lifetime to master, an' all that–”

“No.”

“Oh for... One ride. To– to the general store in Rhodes, or, uh, to the tree line and back. A glimpse at the fields.”

Charles hitches his elbow on his knee, hand under his chin. “No”, he repeats, the low, serious timbre of his voice crumbling with veiled amusement. A searching gaze is leveled on Arthur, the kind to reveal every weakness hiding under his skin.

“Is that what it takes, Morgan? Two weeks in camp?”

“Ain't beggin' yet”, Arthur mumbles under his breath and throws Charles an unhappy look – Charles, who is currently sitting cross-legged on his saddle stand, confident as a king and entitled like one, too. Behind him, Dyani sniffs Charles's hair and pushes it around with her nose, rubbing his shoulder in the process.

It took Arthur weeks of constant work (and treats) to get the hang of the Andalusian's fickle temper and here they are, chummy like old friends. Traitors, the lot of them. Arthur's shoulders slump in defeat.

“Fine, have it your way.”

The statement isn't immediately followed by action, however. The mere thought of wasting more hours walking a line into the dirt, watching people come and go and feeling their sympathetic eyes on him is revolting to an almost physical degree. Arthur stares at his cot, just a few feet away, and can't bring himself to move.

“Arthur.”

Just his name, without pity. He closes his eyes and rubs his neck, staring at his boots as he struggles to find the right words.

“Just feelin' useless, is all. Can't do nothin' for weeks now an' with the O'Driscolls and whoever else breathin' down our necks... Ain't the man I am, Charles. To sit around an' wait for things to happen.”

A rustle of movement makes him glance up. Charles hops to his feet, easy as anything, and Arthur barely registers he's throwing something until he's grabbed it. A fishing rod? Arthur tilts his head with a frown.

“But you–”

“Teach me”, Charles says simply, and all Arthur can do is shut his mouth and nod, trying (and failing) to ignore how warm his chest feels.

*

Little by little, the smooth lines of graphite connect, fill in blank space, spill over the shadowed fold between the pages and beyond.

The gentle rocking of the boat, the rhythmic lapping of water against lacquered wood, the sting of a wound, still healing – it all fades into the background, there but muted as his attention is bracketed by the edges of his journal.

With the sun warming his back, Arthur draws.

In front of him sits Charles, leaning back just as he is, feet propped up against the boat's curved hull. Rod and line in place, his eyes are alert and search the surface of the lake for any movement, the very picture of endless patience. The breeze plays with a loose strand of his hair before he reaches up and tucks it away.

Charles fishes, and Arthur draws... him.

(Arthur's sketch of Charles by @ISpitznagel)

His shoulder doesn't allow him to sit as he usually does, legs folded close to his chest and journal balanced on his knees, angled away so nobody can see what he's working on. The members of the gang quickly learned that whoever tries is more likely to catch a fist to the jaw than a glimpse at his sketches. What is to others a collection of landscapes and animals and the odd person, to Arthur, well...

Things in his life don't have the best relationship with permanence, as it were. He'd rather commit what he can to paper before they inevitably disappear too.

Charles asks later, “What do you think of when you draw?”, when the light has grown too weak to keep going and Arthur reached for his pack of cigs to occupy his hands instead. Arthur, who drew in his lap instead of on his knees and knows that Charles saw.

He finds he doesn't mind one bit.

“Depends”, he mutters, stretching his legs out as far as the narrow boat allows, bumping against Charles's hip. “Sometimes nothin', sometimes somethin' I can't put words to just yet. Just keepin' track of things, in my own way. Makes 'em less unfathomable, if I may borrow one of them fancy terms.”

Charles snorts, “You may”, his grin there and gone in a flash. He's set aside the fishing rod – with the bucket they brought along filled to the brim with fish, there wouldn't be anywhere to put them anyways –, merely watching Arthur smoke now.

“Never was much the artistic type, myself. Looks all a bit like magic to me.”

Arthur grins back, offering him a cig of his own. Charles shrugs and takes one out of the box, leaning close to the match Arthur lights for him; his face is momentarily lit by its flaring tip, his eyes reflecting the embers' glow.

Their fingers brush and Arthur hums, exhales another smoke-filled breath into the night sky.

“Well I'd show you how, Charles, but if you take to it as quickly as fishin', what unique skills would that leave me with?”

Charles shrugs. “I can think of some”, he counters easily, another step in this dance of theirs that they slip into on nights like these. Teasing words wrapped around tender spots and soft-spoken secrets. Arthur takes the compliment for what it is, shaking his head fondly.

They smoke. Arthur tells Charles of the time he went fishing with Jack, months ago now; how hard it had been for the kid to focus on the fish, and less so on picking flowers.

“Seems the creative sort, you know? Better to let 'em make things. Kid's too young for all this crap we keep puttin' him through.”

“Does Marston know, though?” Charles sighs. “Some days it seems to me like you're more of a father to that boy than he is.”

Arthur frowns, rubs at his chest and that dull ache that, years later, is still there.

“Well, in some ways... Can't up and leave for a year an' expect things to remain the same, I guess. But John cares, or at least I think he does.” A pause. “'cause that's the thing, ain't it? Dutch taught us to give a shit 'bout family an' whatnot but, John an' I, we ain't got the same charisma he does. 's one of those things that's easier said than done.”

For a while, Charles says nothing. Just sits and smokes, looking into the distance. Turning some thought or other in his head, Arthur assumes. Eventually: “Guess you're right. Just doesn't feel good, seeing a kid on the run. Too much of that, as of late.”

“Ain't that the truth”, Arthur nods, righting himself to shake off some of the somber mood weighing on his shoulders. Smirking, he nudges Charles's knee with his own. “Just glad he stuck by that when them O'Driscolls got me. Didn't know I was even worthy of the best damn rescue squad we got.”

Charles's eyes snap to his then, narrowing a fraction. “Huh?”

“Dutch, I mean. An' you.”

“Oh.” That peculiar expression vanishes, Charles's face all-too-neutral. “Guess so”, he repeats, and Arthur draws back a little.

“Did I, uh–“ Glancing down, Arthur fiddles with the burned-out stub, staining his fingers with ash. “Didn't mean no offense, Charles. Been complainin' a lot but I wouldn't be here at all without you. Just wanted to let you know, 'm takin' none of that for granted.”

Suddenly Charles's hand is there, giving Arthur's a gentle squeeze. “Hey. That's not what I meant. Was just somewhere else, there.”

Automatically, Arthur squeezes back.

“Point still stands. Thank you.”

A quiet chuckle reels him back in, as it always does these days, “I'd do it again in a heartbeat, you know that”, and Arthur can't not look up at those words, searching his expression for– What, exactly?

What if, what if. The distance is gone, Charles's gaze warming further as Arthur's thumb brushes over the scarred back of his hand, feeling the calm rhythm of his pulse against his.

“What are we doing, Charles?”

The question is soft, said without any idea where it's headed: a road untraveled, missing from every map yet waiting to be explored.

Charles blinks, taken off guard. He opens his mouth, hesitates, admits, “Whatever you want us to”, sounding just as vulnerable as Arthur feels.

A split-second decision: Arthur tugs, Charles follows, catching himself against the boat. “Arthur”, he whispers, close enough Arthur can feel his breath on his face.

Arthur rasps, “Tell me to stop”, but Charles never does; he leans in, interlacing their fingers in the same moment their lips meet, tentatively – Arthur's eyes flutter shut, his fingers find the collar of Charles's shirt blindly, pull him ever-closer as he melts into it.

They barely part between one kiss and the next; Arthur murmurs Charles's name with the little breath he can catch, and “Fuck”, as Charles's tongue pushes into his mouth and he tastes smoke. His blood sings, throbbing in his veins in a dizzying rush, all the more prominent when Charles's thigh slides between his, caging him in–

The white-hot flash of pain comes so unexpected Arthur gasps, twisting his shoulder away from the pressure. Charles flinches, leans back, “Shit, sorry”, he pants out, mouth spit-slick and eyes wide.

Arthur can barely hear it over how loud his heart is, drumming away in his chest– “'m okay”, he says because Charles looks like he needs to hear it, but he doesn't let go, not yet.

“Come back. Please?”

Charles sways like he's drunk, nods – presses his forehead against Arthur's, noses brushing, but his tone is cautious, now. “We– This is not wise. You need time to heal.”

Arthur laughs, more than a little husky. “Do I look like I care about wise right now? Fuck, Charles.”

Charles's voice isn't faring much better; he hums a low “mmhm” before he kisses Arthur again, fleetingly. “Fuck me, indeed. I swear I had pure intentions with this.”

“You hate fishing. Dunno why you tried to convince me otherwise.”

“... I do, sorry.”

They share a smile, and Arthur shakes his head, tracing the curve of Charles's lips with his thumb.

“I don't mind. I prefer the alternative, too.”

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“Angela!”

“Back off, McCree,” Gabriel growls, and he’s too surprised to react right away when Jesse darts forward, shoves him aside, and kneels by Angela’s prone form, pressing a finger to the side of her neck to check for a pulse. He finds it, just as Gabriel had moments before, and it’s with a choked sigh of relief that he leans back and bends at the waist, taking Angela’s hand in his own.

“I’m fine,” Angela manages to croak, but then she coughs and that, that right there on her chin, is blood. Gabriel lifts his head to look for Jack but, as expected, their fearless Strike-Commander is elsewhere, keeping the rest of their group organized and fighting. When he looks back down, Angela’s blue eyes are fierce and clear. “Go, Commander Reyes. Jesse will take care of me.”

“I don’t think so,” Gabriel growls, slightly irritated that all of Overwatch’s youngest recruits seemed to have a martyr streak a kilometer wide. She’s pale and the gash on her leg is jagged and ugly, splattering the white of her valkyrie suit a harsh red. “McCree, grab another field medic. We need Ziegler’s back out there as soon as possible, no one else has her mobility.”

“Yessir,” McCree says. He squeezes Angela’s hand once and says, “Be back in a bit, Angel.”

Angela smiles, as much as she can smile through the pain. “Of that I have no doubt.” With that, Jesse hops to his feet and takes off, and Gabriel watches him go, just for a few seconds; his steps are purposeful and light and it’s probably the fastest he’s ever seen the teen move, and he can move fast. “Commander, I’ll be fine. Rejoin Commander Morrison. I will be back before you know it.”

“Nope. Sorry, Ziegler, you’re stuck with me.” He gives her a grin, to which she giggles, though it’s small and it’s interrupted by another cough. He carefully moves to settle his knees at her head, turning her chin until she’s staring at the wall instead of the ceiling. “I’m sure you’ll survive my company for a few minutes.”

“Truly, there is no worse fate,” Angela jokes, and that’s when Gabriel knows she’ll be fine. Jesse’s running back to them with Yvonne a few moments later, the medic panting and out of breath and slightly irritated if her expression was anything to go by, and Jesse takes Gabriel’s place as he stands up and moves to join Jack back on the front lines.

He pauses and gives the pair on last, lingering look before he goes. Angela is laughing at something Jesse had said, one of her hand in his, and it’s with a slight shake of his head that he begins to jog back to Jack’s position. He’s glad the two had found each other, however odd their relationship might seem.

“Jesse, I’m fine. It was a flesh wound.”

“Yeah? You seemed to be leanin’ a lot of weight on me while we were walkin’ back here.”

Angela smacks his shoulder and Jesse laughs, nudging her shoulder with his until she, too, peters off into giggles. Gabriel and Jack exchange glances, each wearing matching tired smiles; it was always good to finish a mission without anyone dying or getting maimed, even more so when their youngest top agents felt safe enough with each other and their surroundings to joke around as they do.

“I should be asking you to be more careful,” Angela says, poking at Jesse’s chest. “You’re lucky that bullet didn’t warrant surgery.”

“What can I say?” Jesse replies, giving her a shit-eating grin before he drawls, “I’ve got a guardian angel watchin’ over me.”

“Mein gott, how long were you waiting to say that one?”

“You’d punch me if I told you.”

“I might punch you anyway.”

“Oh, you are cruel, hermana.”

“Only selectively. Which is to say, only around you, bruder.”

Gabriel feels a push against his foot and glances over at Jack, who’s raising his eyebrows at him. He shrugs back; two years ago, when both of them had first joined up, he hadn’t realized that lonely, hot-tempered Jesse would bond so tightly to aloof, careful Angela. But now, fast-forward two years later and the two were near inseparable whenever they were on base together. Sometimes Gabriel looks at them and looks at Jack and realizes that he and Jack had been the same way back in the super-soldier program.

It’s not surprisingly in retrospect - the two are the same age, and probably stopped arguing once they realized how they faced similar pressures and had similar fears - but it’s heartwarming all the same, to know that some good comes out of the endless fighting and war Overwatch and Blackwatch do. He nudges Jack’s foot back, smiling slightly, and rests his hand atop Jack’s.

“Speakin’ of cruelty, you ever gonna give me back my cigs?”

“No. Smoking is an awful habit and I would hate to see you dead early, Jesse McCree.”

“Aww, you do care.”

“And I might care less if you try to break into my office and find where I put them.”

“You wound me, Angel, I would never.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“You love me anyway,” Jesse croons.

She huffs. “Unfortunately.”

This won’t last, Gabriel thinks, warmth diffusing in his chest and a soft, pulling tiredness sinking into his bones. Jack hums some slow song under his breath, a gentle smile on his face, and Angela and Jesse continue to bicker, both of them bandaged and bloody but full of life and hope.

This won’t last unless we protect it, he thinks, and watching the two of them smile and laugh past their exhaustion is inspiration enough for him.

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