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thatscarletflycatcher · 2 months

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Sense and Sensibility (2024, Hallmark) a review

I had expectations for this movie. They were not surpassed. It didn't perform below them either.

Spoilers under the cut.

So, this is a short movie (1.24hr long) a tv movie, a hallmark movie. You must keep that in mind as a frame of reference for what I'm about to say. You cannot really compare this with theatrical movies on equal footing.

Where to start. Costumes and sets. It is Bridgerton's world and we live in it. Everything is VERY colorful and shiny and not very real looking; that was to be expected. I think that sort of semi-fantasy aspect didn't hurt at all, and it was consistent. If you are not going to stick to the time period, at least go ham and show me something really interesting. I'm looking at you, Netflix Persuasion. There are some dresses that are pretty, and some others that... aren't. Considering that apparently the costume designer had to make something like 60 pieces in a month, it's kind of impressive that it came out as it did.

One funny bit, though, in this respect, is that they complain about how small the cottage is like some actual estate houses aren't the same size IRL XD Allenham we only get to see from afar, and it is rather disappointing.

Music: nothing to write home about, to be expected. Yes, we got one of those Vitamin String Quartet modern-song-played-by-strings. IDK. They were a bit dorky in their heyday, I don't know why they are so sought after in these pieces lately. I digress.

The acting. Deborah Ayorinde was a really good Elinor. She definitely deserved better writing and direction. The rest of the cast was good enough; I feel some roles really benefited from their characters being a bit hammy already in the source material (Lucy, Mrs Jennings, Anne, Fanny, Robert), others were really struggling because of being given very poor dialogue (Mrs Dashwood), and others were just... not good (Willoughby and Brandon, sadly). Edward was... a very special case. I can only describe it as the actor having two expressions: one, an attempt at reaching Hugh Grant's adorkableness AND Dan Stevens' ease at the same time, and two [SCREAMING INTERNALLY], but I guess those two were indeed enough to make it work just fine!

Which leads me to the writing. We all knew this adaptation was going to live or die in the writing, and most likely die.

The thing is that most of it is written around repeating 95' and 08's greatest hits, while attempting to compress the narrative into an hour and a half. And that goes as well as you can expect it to. Some scenes are painfully rushed -Brandon's backstory was extremely awkward to get through- some things are over before you have any time to assess their real weight -Marianne's illness, and many others end up being... incongruous.

Let me stop a little on those. The movie keeps Margaret, and gives her the whole play acting as a pirate with Edward from 95', but then removes the only real plot relevant thing she does in the book. So why keep the character at all? (Willoughby asks for Marianne's handkerchief in exchange for Queen Maab, instead of cutting a lock of her hair).

Because 2008 makes Brandon suspicious of Willoughby from the get go, this one makes it so that they know each other and implies that Brandon knows dirt on Willoughby, but then plays the rest of the story straight, which makes it... pretty inconsistent.

Speaking of Brandon, we have reached adaptation #5 that cuts out the fact that he tried to elope with Eliza sr. This time the backstory is that his father promised to let him marry Eliza if he proved himself as a soldier, but when he came back, he found his father has kicked her out of the house. Yeah, that was utter nonsense.

The adaptation makes a clumsy attempt at including the dinner at Mrs Ferrars... but Brandon isn't there to see Marianne defend Elinor.

We needed to have a "Brandon rescues Marianne in the rain" scene, but in this case, she's not faint or anything, he just grabs her because she's sad XD

And the list goes on and on and on. It was to be expected that the shadow of both 95 and 08 would be large over this one, but it truly is to the point that the references and contrivances are almost constant. Which is a pity because I think most of the original choices were interesting.

For example, Marianne twists her ankle running after Margaret, to try and stop her from asking something embarrassing, which is a good choice in terms of showing that Marianne is passionate, but she has more sense than Margaret.

On his deathbed, Mr Dashwood makes Elinor promise that she will take care of her mom and sisters and keep the family together. That added pressure on Elinor works really well in the context of the adaptation, and ads a new layer of interest.

John Dashwood is written mostly as a hapless but not malicious idiot. This is similar to what From Prada to Nada did (though there it made more sense because of the father having two families simultaneously), but I'm not sure where was that going. They did cut the Palmers, so I suppose the choice was so that they could go to Norland instead on their way to Barton (it is never established that Norland is so far away as it is in the book, so I guess one could give it a pass), but in that case, I feel the most cost effective shortcut is... have them go to Barton? Because we do get to see Barton (Marianne goes alone with Brandon to see it close to the end, and they get engaged before Edward returns, don't think much about it, manners and such are... for this movie... loose guidelines. But it isn't super offensive most of the time).

Anne Steele is decent fun as she's supposed to be, but Lucy really suffers the flattening. The mastermind has been flanderized into just a mean girl, and that's a pity.

Oh, Edward is sassy at times! And the sassy jokes land! I have to say it is not my preferred way of doing the character, but he does show some sass at the end of the novel, so, you know, I'll allow it I suppose XD

Edward's return and proposal started pretty good, but it overstayed its welcome. I cannot emphasize enough that, when writing this kind of proposal, you must avoid the word love if you can, and if you must use it, use it once, and with great reluctance.

The movie chooses to dedicate quite a time to the reveal of Edward and Lucy's relationship, and it's honestly... decent? For a scene made out of whole cloth it stands on its own feet reasonably well. But there's no Fanny freakout. This is probably the most shocking plot twist in the adaptation. This very on-the-nose Hallmark adaptation decided to cut the Fanny freakout of all things. Impressive restraint.

One thing, however, that was sadly cut out was Elinor and Marianne's conversation about Willoughby at Barton. It is instead replaced by an unsubtle comparison between Willoughby and Edward, and an exchange between Brandon and Marianne. It is one of the several points where the storytelling relies on previous knowledge of the work.

These are my main, disordered thoughts. I leave you with this choice from the ending, that I cannot form a thought about:

At Elinor and Edward's wedding, on the first pew are in attendance, from center to side: Mrs Dashwood, Margaret, Marianne, colonel Brandon... and Eliza Williams with her baby in her arms.

As a summary, I'd say Elinor and Edward's story was good enough, the relationship between the sisters was sweet, there were some odd choices, some interesting choices, and overall the writing was severely downgraded by attempting so much to stick to the choices of previous famous adaptations.

#Jane Austen #Sense and Sensibility #Sense and Sensibility Hallmark #Sense and Sensibility 2024

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adventuringblind · 7 months

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The Void: Chapter One

Max Verstappen x reader x Charles Leclerc

Summary: Reader and her brother Michael are hiding from their father. A man with a special ability that she inherited. When Max is in danger one night, she's forced to confront her fear to save him.

Warnings: gore if you squint, monsters?, blood, talks of murder, talks of abuse and neglect

Notes: PLEASE READ THIS! Void walking is my own original idea! I'm writing this as an experimental way of actually seeing how it would work. Please do not copy this idea!

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Sometimes, she hates that it's the rich people of the world that could get away with murder. Other times, she remembers that technically, they are the ones who pay her.

Well... they pay her brother. She just exists. Pretending to useful.

Michael had said she needs keep herself as hidden away as possible. Their father would most likely only come looking for her since she inherited his terrible ability.

He'd called it a few things; void walking, reality shifting, hell, the works. The fact she and him can see into a world that's different and yet so similar is terrifying. One moment there is no door then you simply shift realities and then the door is there for you to escape through and people are left to wonder how you just walked through the wall.

The terrible part is that the alternative is terrifying to look at. Like every odd creature and demonic figure has been placed there. Scary monsters from her nightmares and blood spatters from unknown entities.

At fist she didn't know how to control it at all. Somehow ending up in the world where things where constantly trying to kill her. But then she learned that nit all monsters are bad. Some of them do their best to help her and keep her safe or even provide things her father couldn't.

Michael had taken her and ran when he turned eighteen. He promised to start new where they could live freely. She wouldn't say this is very 'free' but it's better then living with her serial killer father.

He'd managed to worm his way into the world of F1. How? She has absolutely no idea. He did his time and moved up the ranks and is now one of the top engineers with Redbull. The garage she spends her time hiding away in.

It's not like she's elusive. She's always orbiting around her brother and helping his out even though she's not being paid.

Michael just lets her help him woth his work because it keeps her busy and out of her head. Well - out if the secondary world she lives in.

Now she finds herself aimlessly reading a book in the Redbull hospitality. Her phone lighting up with Michael's caller ID.

"Hello? You know I'm not that far away right?" She answers sarcastically. The huff in her brothers voice is less then amused.

"Yes, I know, but I need a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"The kind where you bring me something to eat because it's past noon and I'm starving and I'll let you explore the city tonight." He proposes. Hesitant woth the way he says it. Michael rarely lets her go anywhere alone. Monaco seems like the worst place to do so but the thought of escaping his eagle eye for an hour is enough to make her not question it.

"Deal."

The walk down would have been swift. Had a certain Dutch driver been paying attention and she wasn't lost in her own thoughts.

Now she's frantically apologizing and he's just looking at her smiling. The stupid smile that makes her melt.

Since her brother is one of Max's highest engineers, she spends a decent amount of time around him. They'd become fast friends since they met.

They were much younger then. She was seventeen and Max was nineteen. Now Max has just turned twenty-three and is on his way to a possible title.

It's been hectic and they'd barely had time to talk as of late. So it's a bit funny that their first conversation they'd had in a couple weeks is her frantically apologizing for running straight into him.

At least she wasn't void walking and ran through him instead. That would've been awkward and hard to explain.

"Why are you apologizing so much?" He chuckles. The action only makes her more flustered.

Her choulders eat her ears in embarrassment. "Just feel bad, I guess."

"I'm assuming you're heading to the garage for your brother?"

"He's getting hangry." She rolls her eyes. Mostly just annoyed that she had to put down her book for this.

Max holds out an arm for her to take. Almost like something out of a medieval romance which does nothing good for her imagination. "Can I walk you then?"

"What's your angle, Verstappen?"

"Can I not just want to spend five minutes with my friend?"

That evening Michael makes good on his promise to let her out alone. Max had invited her over to his apartment that night if she had time to spare.

Even offered to meet her halfway. An offer she accepted because she comes to Monaco for one weekend out of the year and has a tendency to get turned around when she doesn't have a set route.

She walks around the dock waiting for him. The moon light bounces off the water as the soft sounds of the water moving about fills her ears. It's peaceful here.

Until it's not.

Shadows are the dominate species in the void. Ghastly figures that could terrify most. And most do terrify her. But not all of them are evil and she's formed a few close bonds with the kind shadows she's met.

Her father's shadows were terrifying to look at and even more terrifying to fight. She thinks this is why as a child, the shadow she effectively called Fang because her small mind saw big fangs and decided upon that, came to her aid. It bore its teeth to protect her and has done so since she was five. Sometimes when she is upset, Fang will shrink into a small soft creature and lay over her lap. Like a really demented looking dog. That doesn't mean Fang isn't cute, just the only comparison she can make.

Now Fang is attempting to get her attention. Something or someone is here and it's not anything good.

She breathes before letting her mind lets her body slip a little into the void. The red sky and dirty water make her want to vomit but the sight of Fang makes it tolerable.

She follows it's lead around the corner and she's grateful the layout of the dock is the same. Aside from it being broken and rusted of course.

The muffled shouts are what takes her off guard. She can now clearly see Max being attacked. By who she has no idea. But the world she grew up in showed her that people do crazy things for no reason other then the high.

"Hey Fang, wanna play fetch?" The shadow looks at her with a glint of excitement. The bare eyes still light up with emotion even if it's hard to see." Just don't kill anyone."

The void deals a lot in energy. If her energy surrounds something enough then she can interact without regardless of how she's seeing it. That, in turn, means Fang also can because of their bond.

The female slips out her pocket knife and walks steadily towards them. Three unknown and a Max. Simple enough.

About 6 meters away, they finally notice her. She can faintly hear Max's muffled shouts through the unknown figure clamping their hand over his mouth.

She throws the knife then shifts again to the void. She just continues walking as Fang snatches it out of the air and land directly of the figure hold max. The knife sinks into their thigh. The shifts back to check the damage and Max is now scrambling to stand up and the knife has disappeared. Still in the void with Fang.

"Let him go unless you want more!" She shouts. Her voice melding with the sound of the water.

They look at each other a debate whether it's worth it. They obviously aren't prepared for a real fight.

She can feel Fang brush against her leg. Another great thing about their bond. Being able to feel the other despite not being shifted.

The three end up running away with their tail between their legs. Then she walks to Max to make sure he's okay.

They hug as soon as their proximity is close. Her head hurts from shifting so much. She doesn't normally do it that much they quickly. Even as she's walking her vision keeps switching between navy blue and deep red.

It switch back to blue and she takes a moment to assess Max. "Are you alright? You're not hurt?"

"No and I definitely owe you one for saving me. But what was that? I mean- how did you...?" He starts to maxplain but doesn't get far as her vision switchs once again. This time revealing something terrifying.

She knows what's going to happen. She'll get stuck between worlds. This power is far from perfect and has a tendency to set somone perfectly inbetween worlds. She can feel and see Max and also the shadow with spindly claws that's approaching her.

It's not a nice shadow and she's pissed it off somehow. Probably just disturbed it.

It's arms reach around Max and it caresses her cheek drawing. It burn as it pierces her skin and draws a line across her cheek.

"Y/N? You okay?" Max is shaking her shoulders to get a response. "You're bleeding now. I watched it appear out of thin air!"

Fang is immediately in protector mode. It's massive teeth and now exponentially larger size then before makes them intimidating.

The two end up in a brawl. She can hear the whispers of other memories and entities in the void. It's never a kind place to end up and she feels for the gentle shadows who endure daily.

She sinks to the ground and clutches her ears. Her attempt at blocking them out is futile. The whispers always make it in. They creep around her skin. They paint out the ugly lies.

Then her body is being jostled. It's a miracle she can even be moved from the outside. Normally she becomes a ghost because she can only be tied to one at a time. Her body only interacting with one even if it's still see in the other.

Being stuck between makes twice as many things in the way. But here in Max's hold she tries to think about how she's safe. She thinks about how his skin is warm and how he smells like citrus and the sun.

To say Max is panicked would be an understatment. The girl in his arms keeps getting stuck on things that aren't there and he's about to lose his mind.

Whatever sort of mime work this is needs to stop. She's bleeding and hyperventilating and now her sleeve is torn open.

He needs to get her to his apartment so that they can talk about what's going on. Which is what he would've done if she didn't completely pass out in his arms.

The entire walk back is painful. It's even painful trying to get her to sit down because she's still hitting non-existent objects.

She ends up in the tub. He'll apologize later but right now is not the time. He pulls out the first aid and puts her brother on speaker. He sends a silent prayer that he's still awake.

"Max? Everything okay?" He sounds perfectly ready to take on a five mile sprint. How does he have so much energy after he worked on the car for ten hours straight?

"Actually I have you sister and I think some invisible force is trying to kill her." He realizes how stupid it sounds after he says it. The silence on the other end makes him think Michael is about to die of laughter.

"Is she awake?" His tone completely changes into something serious and Max begins to panic just a little more.

"No, she passed out halfway to my apartment."

"I need you not to panic about anything, okay? Just do as I say and then I'll explain later."

"Okay."

Ten minutes. It took him ten minutes to wake her up. Her screams and thrashing from the initial wake up were calmed when she realized it was him. Her brother still on speaker talking her through something.

"Y/N, I need you to relax. Is Fang there?"

"Yes." The crack in her voice hurts him. He'd known her for years now but had never seen her like this.

"Is there something attacking you?"

"Not anymore."

Attacking? Max does his best to hide the shock. Has she been getting attacked by invisible things? For some reason he feels a bit selfish for never noticing it. She noticed everything. Knew Jos was not the greatest person with a single look. She always knew how he was feeling. How had he not been able to reciprocate?

Max shakes himself of his thoughts. Hew needs to be present for her right now.

"You have to shift the balance again. I know it's hard, but I need you to lean into my voice and Max's presence."

Her eyes screw closed in concentration. Max can't help but admire the way she looks when she's concentrated because it's different from how he looks. His is angry and fierce concentration, but hers is almost curious and welcoming.

When her eyes flicker back open she heaves a sigh of relief. Her head twists around as if to fully understand where she is.

"I did it." She almost beams. Max has no idea what she did but he smiles proudly anyway. If only to be supportive of his friend.

He's never liked that word for them. Friend. He needs to get a handle on his thoughts. She almost died and he's thinking about his relationship status. But maybe this is a good thing. Daniel would say it's probably a sign he should Confess. Has told him to do so for a year now.

"So the options now are that I can explain to Max, or you can explain to Max."

She ponders for a moment. Her eyes stare into him like she's assessing something. "I will."

"Do you want me here or do you want to do it alone?"

"I'll be okay."

Max stares at her for the fifth time. She'd explained it to him multiple times and answered his questions the best she knows how.

"It's a lot to take in, I'm sorry I'm struggling to understand." He shoots her an apologetic glance.

She just shrugs in return. "To be fair, I don't even completely understand it."

"I'm also sorry about your dad."

"Not like yours is any better. No need to compare, we've both been through things." She smiles him.

They're sat on his bed, limbs sprawled out comfortably. Soft music plays in the background.

"Can I... I want to... follow me?" Max starts speaking with his hands instead and gestures to the balcony attached to his room.

The two step outside. The fresh air is nice after breathing in the ash of the void.

Max faces her. The eye contact is terrifying, but she holds it. She knows it's how he tries to communicate his feelings. "I have a confession." She nods her head to show she's listening. Max's hands tentatively sup her cheeks, but he relaxs when she lets herself lean into it. "I've loved you for a while now. Ever since last year, when you sat with me for hours, consoling me over something stupid."

"It wasn't -"

"Not the point." He shushs. "I'm trying to tell you that my heart hurts thinking you've been hurting all this time and I want to be there for you in a way that I can't as just a friend." He finally confesses.

She stares at him wide eyed but her smile is radiating. "I love you too, Max. I panicked when I saw you pinned down. Couldn't bare the thought of something terrible happening and losing you." She places a hand over his.

It happened so quickly. The feeling of his lips on hers. Then they were gone.

"I'm gonna be there for you now too. No more hiding away from me."

She finds herself getting lost in the blue of his eyes. How could she refuse him such a thing? "I promise."

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moodymisty · 2 years

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I love your writing so much! Can you do some headcanons on how the bad batch would react when the reader, their new medic, is actually a girl but they never new because she always wore her armor and helmet all the time? Maybe they walk in on her changing or when she’s getting out of the shower

Authors note: I'm so glad you like my stuff! And ask and ye shall receive, I hope it's what you wanted

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Tech/Fem!Reader, Echo/Fem!Reader, Wrecker/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

✦ Tech ✦

Tech ends up accidently stumbling in on you when you're finished taking a quick shower and putting your body glove back on, towel still partly around you. He instantly becomes the embodiment of 'frozen in time'.

He wants to walk away but, would that be rude? But it's rude to stare; Should he apologize or just pretend he saw nothing?

It's a good few seconds of silence before he awkwardly coughs and apologizes, and shuffles out of there like his feet were on fire.

But now he has a moral dilemma; You had clearly kept the armor on around them for a reason, but this isn't something exactly he can forget now.

He has trouble forgetting anything honestly, but it certainly doesn't help that on first impression he thought you were quite attractive, and he can barely keep his head on straight now.

Help this man, he's having like three different moral dilemmas at once.

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter knew right away; The differences in scent between male and female are too obvious for someone like him not to instantly notice.

However it didn't really register, until he saw you buckling on your armor in the far back of the Marauder out of sight.

It was the first real moment of him seeing there's a woman under there, and not another clone. Which to him was such a dumb thing to think but at the same time it just didn't, click.

But now that it has Hunter finds himself second guessing himself when he speaks to you. He's obviously confident in your ability, it's just that he doesn't want to seem like an ass.

He's just not... used to being around pretty ladies.

✦ Wrecker ✦

For Wrecker, this is the shock of a lifetime for about a three days at most. You'd been in the middle of taking your armor off to shower when he'd barged in just demanding to show you something he found, and in the heat of the moment forgot you were in here to do something private. It didn't help that you'd forgotten to lock the door, and so he barges right in, only to see you in the process of taking off your underwear.

His face quickly goes hot and he shuffles out of there, before realizing what he'd just seen. Had he missed a memo?

Because last he'd checked, no one else had told him their medic was actually a cute lady.

The next day is a little awkward because bless him he doesn't know how to act, but things end up quickly going back to just how they were.

Wrecker's the king of just rolling with it, so he's a blessing, in all honesty.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair is the one who’s most likely to say something stupid, before trying to backtrack. The man can't really help but be snarky, even when he probably shouldn't because you’re still soaking wet from your shower.

It's a bit of a shield because now his mind is whirlpooling over the fact that the medic that's been so close to them, treating their wounds and working with them is apparently some beautiful woman and he was never disclosed-

Most of the others will try and drop it or forget, but Crosshair is the one who will bring it up every now and again, trying to get a rise out of you. He'll stop if you really demand him, but if you don’t mind; Expect a few snarky jokes every now and again when you get on each other's nerves.

Which not only isn't hard to do, but is also very fun for you.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo has always tried to be respectable to the few women he’s met, so when he spots you trying to change into a new body glove in private, he quickly ducks outta there, then realizes just who has had such a detailed look at his body, more so than anyone else.

Of course it’s you; Because Echo has the worst and best luck out of any clone.

He admittedly is a little bit more awkward now for a short while after, because he's not really sure how to be.

It's just; How is he supposed to watch someone working on his cybernetics so close to his body, knowing what you look like?

He gets over it, and never serves to be anything less than respectful, but he can't help if his face gets a little hot sometimes.

#mywriting #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #reader insert #reader

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doiibae · 2 years

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ぬ̳ ꜝꜝ 📼 interrupting.txt.during.a.vlive♡̷̸﹪ ⋆ ࣪.

summary - a brief headcanon of how the boys would react to their s/o interrupting their vlive

pairing - individual txt member x gn reader

a/n : sorry this request took forever for me to write lmfao !! I am so not proud with this one I won't be surprised when it flops omg 😭 the icons I used are from @bubballo

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. ꒰ choi yeonjun

omg yeonjun handles the problem so well!!

considering the fact he himself had accidentally walked in on an idol doing a vlive he knew pretty much what to do 😭

he also made it a sly way for moa to get to know you, since the two of u had been dating for a while already

"n/n!! moa this is y/n, an unexpected guest"

yeonjun would only show u for a quick sec since u were wearing something to conceal ur identity before setting the camera where it only showed him

"since ur here n/n do you want to get to know moas??"

ofc u said yes how could u not omg??

yeonjun was so easily able to make everything feel at ease even though you knew the both of you would get a scolding later on 😭

. ꒰ choi soobin

stop it's so awkward when u accidentally barge into the vlive!!

like soob is mid rant Abt smth a moa brought up when he just suddenly hears ur voice and he's like 🧍

he laugh he let out when u let out a squeaky sorry before rushing to the back of the camera

"*chuckles* ahh everyone sorry about that! someone obviously didn't pay attention to the message I sent about being busy"

soobin was able to easily de escalate the situation already making a mental note to playfully scold u later

"y/nn~ u should really pay attention to what I tell u what if smth happened??'

overall he's pretty concerned but hes also proud of how you two both handled the funny incident

. ꒰ choi beomgyu

stop he's so excited and like also really nervous when u accidentally stumble in during his vlive

"beomie do u wanna go to ___ later?"

que a loud scream from gyu.

"Y/N!"

his scream scared you lmfao 😭

u didn't even notice he was doing a vlive untill a few seconds later lmfao

"everyoneee this is y/n. y/n this is moa." beom would sit there for a sec with his lips on like a straight line before getting you to wave at moas.

"y/n is a very close friend of txts >:]" beom would say that quickly to try and stop rumors happening before sending u a comforting smile

the two of u had talked to eachother Abt going public with ur relationship and had both decided to keep it a secret for a while

u would only be part his live for a few mins before he told moa how it's late for him and how'd he be going soon

beom wouldn't be on vlive to long after that incident cause he was honestly super worries Abt what his members would think

although they laughed it off and wouldn't let him live it down 😭

. ꒰ kang taehyun

the death stare he gives u the moment u came in. he didnt even realize it was you before he quickly went to the phone to try and hide whoever came

"awhhh u scared me" taehyun would grumble out before sending u a smile

"moa, sorry for the interruption. one of the staff members accidentally walked in" tae would say before quickly ushering u in to sit behind the camera

making sure to hide u from the camera, taehyun was very very adamant about keeping your relationship out of the public eye knowing how much it could hinder ur relationship

"anyways- where were we?"

throughout the vlive taehyun would be sending quick glances at u before going back to whatever he was doing

maybe even tease u a bit by sending slight smirks before talking to moa again

fs not gonna let u live this one down 😭

. ꒰ kai kamal huening

everything had happened so quick lmfao most moas didn't even notice 😭

huening was just talking about their recent comeback and his thoughts on the concept

when u had opened the door, and huening just stared at u with widen eyes, and then u tried walking out while blurting a quick sorry

"hueningkai what do you want from the... oh... sorry-"

hyuka was so caught off guard and he sat just staying quiet, occasionally looking at the comments before looking at the door

he was honestly happy u interrupted his vlive!! he would quickly apologize to moas before leaving to get u

"y/n!! don't worry come and sit behind the chair I'll finish it up rn either way"

u couldn't say no omg

hyuka was laughing to himself after that but also was trying to change the subject

but he couldn't hide his flushed cheeks lmfao he was happy it wasn't more worse than it could have been !!

as much as he would've wanted to show u on camera he was very hesitant considering he didn't want anyon to bash u :/

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aotopmha · 29 days

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Done with FF14 patch 5.2.

I think there are two issues I have with it:

1) How Ardbert's body managed to stay preserved for 100 years for Elidibus to possess it.

2) The filler.

In terms of the first point, usually they address these things in some form, be it in main or side dialog, and I did not get to every piece of side dialog.

(So if anyone knows and can find anything on this, I'd gladly be corrected on whether they do clarify it in some form or not.)

It makes sense for the Cardinal Virtues because their bodies lived on as Sin Eaters.

But as far as we know, Ardbert's was buried for a hundred years. It should be dust.

I think it's a very similar situation to Minfilia's entire plot thread involving the idea of one having to consume the other and the Scions not really putting any effort into trying to separate the two instead, which is a really obvious idea that's never really brought up.

I can fully understand how these can be overlooked writing-wise because the entire situation with Minfilia gives the characters and audience an interesting moral quandary and the situation with Ardbert's body some really nice weight to Elidibus as a villain and character.

And to be fair, I think the implication with Minfilia has always been that they just couldn't find any other solution since as said, one has to absorb the other to be at full power.

The situation with Ardbert's body is tougher because the most we have is the implication of finding his Crystal of Light and returning it to Seto and that the crystal might have preserved the body, but as said, it's never really spelled out directly how his body stayed fine enough for Elidibus to possess.

(I do find it funny that Elidibus supposedly shaved, though.)

For the second point, with the story getting so much better with making sure everything matters in Shadowbringers, some of the side stuff, particularly the subplot with the two guys wanting to become Warriors of Light felt timewaste-y, it reinforces Elidibus' plan, but I feel like that whole aside with them before the dungeon didn't really need to be there and these really stand out in a story with actually decent enough pacing.

I've also been watching a FF7 playthrough recently and it struck me so heavily how concise and straight to the point, but still meaningful that game is with its dialog even through some of the awkward translation.

I love FF14 deeply, but its prose can hurt, especially in the ARR to StB era.

Brevity is the soul of wit, they say and I'm happy Shadowbringers and Endwalker not only much improved the storytelling, but also the prose of the story itself.

I actually felt the difference in prose the most between 3.0 and 3.3-3.5 and 4.0 and 4.1-4.5 earlier on, but Shadowbringers and Endwalker are the true big step forward and I don't mean just not in terms of wasting your time, but also in terms of making the smaller, slower moments just as substantial as the big turning points.

They're still not perfect (oh boy, the lead up to Mt. Gulg and the entire final section before the Atiascope in Labyrinthos), but the story makes sure the slow stuff at least matters by the end. The Moogle quest in HW could be almost entirely removed and nothing much would change, same for the Company of Heroes/wine quest in ARR and most of the chores in StB, particularly the ones involving the Ruby Sea.)

That's what I really like about the Endwalker patches. They're all super evenly paced, always keeping things going within the narrative they're telling. You never linger too long at any point in my eyes. In fact, I feel 6.5 might've needed a little more breathing room with some elements.

But tl;dr, I just really appreciate how much the game has improved narrative pacing-wise despite still not being perfect with it. It's really nice.

#Final Fantasy 14 #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #FF14 #FF #Final Fantasy

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This is BL challenge for you (if you choose to accept them).

1.a) Please write your top 3 or top 5 favorite tropes in BL.

b) From each trope, write at least 3 BL that you love.

(Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them).

2. a) What is the first BL that make you want to know more about and eventually love BL?

b) What is that one BL that have a special place in your heart (for whatever reason)?

The BL can be in in the form of manga, manhwa, manhua, books, tv series or movies.

Thanks so much if you want to answer this long ask.

Okay, this one feels a bit more like homework. Very minutely in the air of dudebro asking if a girl has ever seen anything other than shojo or something, though I doubt that's where this comes from. Mostly in the sense that I don't think I confidently remember the difference between a trope and a plot device? Let's hope for the best as I certainly never mind length. *gestures vaguely to both solicited and unsolicited rants*

I will include a disclaimer that I don't just read BL? I know that's the subject of the ask and that I definitely pontificate on MLM ships a ton but I won't say that I've read enough stories that didn't, in some way, give me an ick with toxicity, coercion or straight up assault to, in good faith, recommend them. There were probably more tropes I could have listed out but this should suffice. I tried to avoid things I've recommended before but such things can't always be helped.

TROPES (probably?)

Opposites Attract (specifically Sunshine/Grumpy, extrovert/introvert)

Naked Color by Amamiya 🌶️ (manga, complete) - to be fair, considering they are friends with benefits on the front end, it kind of feels more yaoi-territory but at the same time, navigating the awkwardness of a physical relationship when you want more without jeopardizing what you've already got? Valid. There's a few panels that get a bit dicey but, otherwise, you've got self sufficient rich guy x laissez-faire can barely be bothered to care for himself artist.

This Wonderful Season With You by Atsuko Yusen (manga, complete) - wholesome and endearing story of acceptance between a nerd and a former jock with a sprinkle of healing. Love to see it.

Enemies to Lovers (specifically Hero/Villain, Work Adversaries, etc.)

Contradict by Ohshima Kamome 🌶️ (manga, complete) - rivals, seemingly with the same role model, are locked in competition for years and unknowingly making each other better firefighters. Does this sound like anyone else we know? In BL in particular, the way they go from enemies to suddenly sleeping together is always whip lash inducing but here we are.

Ibitsu na Koi no Seesaw Game by Chiaki Kashima 🌶️ (manga, complete) - so this one is on the fence of problematic but, if you commit objectively funny crimes, you should not see jail time. Such is the case in this game of stray cat and mouse between a talented thief and police inspector with a unique arrangement.

Second Chance Romance

Kimi wa Natsu no Naka by Nagisa Furuya (manga, complete) - talk about the long game, this series (and the subsequent continuation) follows two high school students who seemingly share a love of movies. While it creates an impetus to get to know one another, it's not the only thing that bonds them.

There Are Things I Can't Tell You by Edako Mofumofu 🌶️ (manga, complete) - Probably the angstiest piece on the list but overall a tender story of how two childhood friends take the long way round to finally understanding their feelings and one another. Both characters are imperfect despite appearances and I think the care around developing their back stories and the impact it has on their ability to accept love is ultimately what I really like about it. Plus the fact that you can know someone for so long and so intimately and still not understand them.

Stuck Together

Keep Holding On by Kom (manhwa, complete) - okay, kind of a stretch and this more hits unrequited love, friends to lovers, etc. but I suppose when your moms were friends before you were born and you're forced to be friends from toddlers to high school, some aspect of that is "stuck together". One of the characters chalks it up to fate but you can decide.

Fukouchuu no Shiawase by Enzou 🌶️ (manga, complete) - A guy can't be lucky all the time so, when the universe demands balance, it pairs him with the God of Disaster. Somewhat domestic bliss ensues? Honestly, this was just a really funny read. Picture Noragami except Yato's love interest isn't a literal child. Also, take all the angst over his past and identity and shave it down to like.. 1/16th.

Idiot(s) in Love

Kimi ni Koisuru Hazu ga Nai by Shina Suzaka 🌶️ (manga, complete) - Pretty boy otaku with an embarrassing secret gets discovered by a coworker who seemed to be a bit cold toward him initially. Excited to have a friend to share his interest with, he doesn't even see the feelings his new friend so obviously has for him. Or recognize that the shojo romance he's been idealizing is right in front of him.

Sonna Me de Mite Kure by Icchokusen Moukon (manga, complete) - This is what would happen if Tatewaki Kuno from Ranma 1/2 was ever humbled, even once. Popular school president whose inner and outer monologue convinces us he's the shit happens to notice a background character that he becomes increasingly more aware of. Like, it's a BL, sure? But really, it's just silly and a bit over the top which makes it a funny read.

Atarashii Joushi wa Dotennen by Dan Ichikawa (manga, complete) - One, this story is funny even though it's not quite a BL? Like, affection is expressed but not acted on and I really like that this is a story about care or intimacy without being entirely centered around confession, angst, sex, etc. It's not a coming out story, it's just about the working relationships between a pod of dudes that have a silly appreciation for one another. Also, I think this has been recently animated which I'll for sure have to check out as I think I'd only gotten to like chapter 12?

Emotional Scars

Banana Fish by Akimi Yoshida (anime, complete) - Immediately, this is not a BL story and the person who tells you it is hates you and wants you to suffer. There's a laundry list of trigger warnings which, going in, if you think it'll be a silly goofy love story, you will be sorely disappointed and probably traumatized. But, even so, the connection that Ash and Eiji have is and will always be love. Soulmates. Despite everything Ash had been through, the sins he burdened himself with, Eiji never shied away from him and welcomed him with open arms. Despite the overall violence of the show, there was never any present between them which is integral to why I will still stand by the pairing. Additionally, in real life, terrible things happen to people that are outside of their control. There should be love stories that heal/forgive that, too.

NEONSCANDAL LORE

That's actually pretty recently with the Sasaki to Miyano anime which turned into reading the entire manga and, subsequently, opened the floodgates for other stories.

Honorable Mention: When Yuri on Ice crossed from sports anime to BL. You could definitely argue that that was the spark.

Back during my initial anime era, I think there weren't as many BL or MLM stories that were accessible, although a lot of anime wasn't accessible back then. You still had queer characters with Sailor Moon (main and side characters), Fushigi Yugi, Inuyasha (side characters), Ranma 1/2, etc. though I can't say it was always positive. The whole Junjo Romantica universe comes to mind and, I think, was reminiscent of yaoi back then which I wasn't into. BL wasn't really a thing. I think it should also be said that, back then, I also wasn't particularly seeking it out.

Subsequently, I think Sasaki to Miyano has a special place in my heart. Like, the whole conflict of the series is Miyano reconciling his feelings toward a very straightforward Sasaki without the angst of unsupportive or bigoted friends/side characters. Good for them. The whole story was just delicately rendered, I really enjoyed it. I circle back on this idea of engaging with queer content as a means of coming into your own identity (which Sasaki to Miyano demonstrates) because it resonates and the series created the path for that, in a way.

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"So This is Ever After" F.T. Lukens [REVIEW]

(4 bees out of 7)

[No spoilers]

I AM EASY TO PLEASE. I can't give this book any lower though I must say it's objectively just okay. I originally read this book as a friend of mine saw the cover in a book store and thought I would enjoy it. She was correct.

This is a light hearted cute romance novel set in a DND type world. This novel is a bastard child of the Simon Snow trilogy (by Rainbow Rowel), I'm sorry, this just had to be said, only this novel does not attempt to write a system of magic and instead just,,,, uses DND. This is an absolutely acceptable thing to do as an author but I just personally don't like it, because systems of magic are interesting to read and this novel just didn't really have one.

I did enjoy this book but it very much came out of a fondness for Wattpad books that I read as a tween, because this novel has a lingering Wattpad smell that it can't seem to shake.

The Bad:

This book relies heavily on the miscommunication trope, which was not very clearly written and I genuinely didn't understand the first time the miscommunication occurred.

The characters are kind of basic, they are an appropriate amount of witty and young and they are slightly developed and adequately rounded by the end of the book, but over all lack luster.

The system of MAGIC, I know I already touched on this but it was just so non-existent and undeveloped that I was sad and I just want more about the world.

There is a trope that is a world building plot point that is blatantly reused from another F.T. Lukens novel (more on this later)

The one NB character in this novel is done dirty :( [not really, but i just felt bad for them and second hand awkwardness by the end of the book]

The Good:

It's cute! if you want a light hearted read to destress you can easily pick up this novel

It has a lot of diverse characters (thought the main character and the secondary character are both white cis men), there is about equal male to female characters that are developed and get screen time, there are characters of color and an NB character that are only casual mentions as the world is build to not really involve prejudice or bias with sexuality, gender(identity) or race

There is a straight couple that just makes me happy for the fact that their story is so badly written, there was no context or much preluding their getting together and just felt like the two were pushed together to make the plot work. It's not good writing but it did make me laugh.

Smut: There ain't none of it, sorry for my horny toads but this ain't your book. There are some suggestive mentions and one sexually provocatively scene but nothing to write home about. Though, the main character is incredibly horny, and honry toad might relate to his 17 year old thoughts as I know they reminisced with my pansexual self in a spiritual manner.

Audio experience: This is a standard audio book, all read by the same Person (Kevin R. Free) who does voices for the different character's dialogue. A little on the slower side as I did have to speed it up to 1.5 for it to keep my attention, but overall a good standard audio book.

For research purposes I read F.T. Lukens' other novel that is currently out "In Deeper Waters" which is a spicy-a meat-a-ball. [read review here]

IN CONCLUSION: This book is objectively not great, but it's good enough to keep my attention when read at 1.5 speed. this is a leisure book I would put as optional on the bottom of your reading list. But it's still cute.

This is a fun read. This novel is one you read when you have an excess of time or want to for self-care time. This novel will no change your life but it does have a nice message: you can handle whatever hand life decides to deal you.

Favorite quote:

“How was I feeling? Like spoiled meat. Like brackish water. Like I had worked very hard at shearing and chasing sheep all over the field, and had fallen down a rocky hill, then trudged home to sleep on the floor, and woke up with a sore body and without purpose.”

-F.T. Lukens, So This is Ever After

P.S. the cover art kind of gorg, done by Sam Schechter, I just adore the composition.

#so this is ever after #books & libraries #review #literature #f.t. lukens #ya novels

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Sarah Walker (Chuck)

Wanted connections: [selectively open to canon and ocs] obviously Chuck characters, potentially characters from Marvel/DC (there are some I don't want to write with for different reasons, so maybe we can plot before jumping in), Lost, most sitcoms, most dramas, this will be a 'like her I'm interested post and I'll give you a list of who she'd interact with' situation.

Romantic connections: Chuck is a given. Casey depends, the whole show would need to be rewritten, maybe with them working together before Chuck. For other people it depends on chemistry but I see her as straight.

here's what you need to know:

My focus is on the fact that even for a spy, she had NO LIFE. Even compared to other spies in the show it's obvious that Sarah, being the daughter of a conman who was recruited in high school because already on her way to be a spy NEVER learned what's normal, shares even less about herself and has no private life. She reveals during the show she doesn't 'get' friendship because she never had someone who cared for her as much as Chuck cares for his best friend, she was always isolated, taught to live basically as a spy/con-woman since childhood, has no favorite music, no knowledge of popular movies. And she wants that normal life. That's where I'll be at.

Note that if your muse is also a spy/fighter, I will not make Sarah less competent, she is The Spy in her show, whether she's using seduction, lies or her incredible fighting skills (both close combat, knives and guns) she is known to excel at it, considered dangerous by other spies too. Obviously if your muse has superpowers she can't compete unless we plot she does too. I am also here for all the plots where she's the handler for your muse and that includes fake romantic relationships (even if we may not ship) or a coworker OR the Sarah who knows (and potentially loves) Chuck and has already softened up a little.

People who watched Chuck don't need to read what comes next, her canon divergence is simply that we can write things that didn't happen in the show AND that we write what happens after the finale if we get to it.

She has multiple names (Jenny Burton in high school and recognized as such by former classmates), but she appears to have adopted the name Sarah as permanent. Her name was originally Sam Lisa (something). In her show she's tasked with being Chuck's handler (basically he's a civilian who has a computer in his head with all CIA and NSA secrets) and has to be his cover girlfriend (though she immediately falls for him, recognizing just how good and sweet he is).

Before then she's a deadly, detached spy with a past (and a father) that has taught her not to get close to anyone, keep secrets even when it's not needed (instead of telling her future husband she feels bad about a big wedding because she has no one on her side of the church, she tries to seduce him into eloping) and isn't used to "friends", but that attitude breaks almost immediately once she meets a really nice, trusting, open guy. Basically she has been 'forced' to be tough but was waiting for the chance to get out of it, even if it's incredibly hard and it takes her literal years to get used to domestic things and intimacy.

She will be polite, if cold, and distrusting with new people if we are writing a crossover, and a bit awkward when it comes to humor/friendship unless she's playing a part. But she's also nice and caring, so it really depends on your muse's attitude how fast that side will come out (and their personality as well, she tends to be able to read people very fast). She's suspicious of authority figures.

She was already 'disillusioned' about her job after being forced to kill a stranger as her final test to become a spy (turns out later on that it was an innocent woman too, because there were some corrupted elements in the agency and that included her own handler), and right before the beginning of the show she finds out her superior is a bad guy, hides a baby/target of a mission from him and exposed him for the traitor he is.

This is what I'll bring to threads: the deadly, unpredictable spy who is one good guy away from changing into someone better and happier, and the Sarah Walker from the show who is already a kinder woman (the latter if I'm writing with Chuck characters).

If you want to know more, I copied a bunch of things from the wiki that may help, they are under read more. Also optional links to a cute humorous Sarah video here and a shorter 'dangerous spy Sarah' one here.

Personality (wiki starts here)

Although a highly-trained and competent CIA agent, Sarah is capable of being warm, kind, and compassionate, but she can return to her former ruthless self when required. She lacks Chuck's open and trusting nature, but displays a great deal of intuition about others' characters.

She has often been shown to mask her emotions and she seldom lets anyone in close enough to see how she genuinely feels, but she never completely shut herself off from her emotions, and through her time with Chuck, learns to trust them again.

Sarah envies the "normal" life Chuck desires to return to. She is concerned that Chuck's experiences in espionage work might not only threaten him physically, but might also disillusion him and destroy his kind, trusting nature. She fears that his involvement in the spy world will change him into someone she could no longer recognize, akin to her own experience.

During a hostage situation at the Buy More, Sarah promises Chuck that she would never let anyone hurt him, and proves determined and willing to go to any extreme to protect him. This is clearly demonstrated when she chooses to execute an unarmed enemy agent who had learned Chuck was the Intersect, and thereby threatened Chuck as well as his friends and family.

Although she denied any romantic interest in Chuck for a long time, even justifying some of her actions as a result of acting impulsively, she seems to be unable to fool other characters. She objects to lying to or concealing information from Chuck and using him without his knowledge.

Sarah on many occasions has been shown to become very frustrated when the people close to her who keep secrets, especially Chuck.

-Chuck has observed that she likes extra pickles on her burgers and doesn't like olives on her vegetarian topping pizza. She is fond of rocky road ice cream. -Sarah's favored side arm throughout the series is the Smith & Wesson Model 5906. -Her dream is a normal life, a home and a family in a house with a white picket fence and red door. -She is a marksman, and with knives is deadly accurate. -Her bio indicates that she went to Harvard. The real world CIA requires a Bachelor's degree for special agents.

Family and Relationships

Little information about Sarah's real life was revealed in the course of the series, and as a result, she is shown to be highly secretive, with a past built around false identities. She jealously guards her personal history, and once even threatens Chuck when he attempts to learn more about her.

Sarah Walker grew up apparently splitting her time between her grandmother and her father, although the details are lacking. Her father, Jack Burton, made his living as a con man and apprenticed his young daughter to the grift. Whenever Sarah spent time with her father, they were on a con. She went through a dozen aliases before she entered high school. It was then, after her father's arrest in San Diego, that Sarah was recruited by the CIA.

She was taught to trust no one, to rely upon herself, and show no weakness. She worked with CIA handler Kieran Ryker, who proved himself untrustworthy (tried to make her kidnap a child he had sent her to retrieve so that he could make the baby disappear and keep her family's fortune for himself. She refused, ran and gave the baby to her own mother to be kept safe and away from Sarah's life).

Sarah tells Chuck her mother's family owned a restaurant from which her mother and her family escaped from her dad's "nightmare proposal" with only minor burns. Emma is finally introduced in Chuck Versus the Baby when it is revealed Sarah deliberately cut herself off from her mother to keep her, and the child Sarah gave into her care, safe.

Skills

She is skilled in a variety of espionage techniques, and is adept at taking on different roles and covers.[...] Sarah has also used her appearance both as a distraction and an angle on missions as well, at times flirting with or seducing the team's targets when needed. Sarah speaks several languages, including Polish, Russian and German, and can easily turn on an Australian or English accent. She has also displayed domestic skills, and can cook in the right circumstances.

Sarah is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, including against multiple enemies and even managed to hold the substantially larger Mr. Colt at bay. She is also a very good shot with extensive firearms training. Most notable is her expertise in the use of throwing knives, the extent of which caused Stephen Bartowski to assume she had an Intersect as well, and is one of the skills witnessed by Graham that led him to recruit her into the CIA. She typically wears several throwing knives in a sheath strapped to her leg when her wardrobe allows, and has also used specially-designed hair pins for the same purpose. Sarah has also shown that she is a skilled pilot as seen when she talks Chuck through the procedure of landing a helicopter and takes control of a 747 plane.

#muse: sarah #show: chuck #about sarah;#// guns tw #guns tw

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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daydreamingsora-fics · 3 years

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Pairing: Post timeskip ex-lover! Miya Atsumu x reader x Post timeskip current lover! Sakusa Kiyoomi

Word count: 1,180

Genre: Angst

<sora's memo> hello, it's been a while~ sorry for being mia. For the past weeks I actually don't feel like writing at all and I just prefer reading. But today is different, after watching this video I got inspired, and I end up writing a short story. I hope you guys are doing well, and are safe! Also I want to inform you guys about something that I've been working onto that I might post it here soon 🤫🤫. Anw, i hope you guys would like this short story that I wrote.

There you are walking down the aisle with a smile, the smile that struck Miya Atsumu’s heart when he first met you in high school. Everyone’s eyes are on you, adoring how beautiful you are, how you look so blooming and fresh on this very special occasion of your life.

But no one adores you like how Atsumu does. He can’t help but to fall in love with you all over again. Heart beating fast as he watches you walk slowly down the aisle. Hands are shaking and a lump is forming on his throat. He feels like tearing up just by looking at how beautiful you are in your wedding dress.

He watches you as you look at your guests, who’ve been part of your life since the very start. There are not many people you invited. You only invited your family, close friends in college and also the former Karasuno Highschool volleyball team of your batch. Then you look forward, your eyes met his golden brown one. And with your eyes meeting, Atsumu went back to memory lane.

He remembered the first time he saw you in the spring tournament which is also the time where he fell in love with you. He remembered how he tried to approach you after their match with Karasuno but got easily rejected. Osamu and Suna even teased him by getting rejected. But he didn’t give up, the next day he tried to approach you again before the match of Karasuno and Nekoma then got rejected again. He tried again and again until you lost it and gave your number to him.

You don’t know how happy he was. He felt like he took 2 to 3 steps of getting closer to you. After that he always contacts you, updating you with everything whether they won or not. It went like that for a while until you realize you’re also falling for this guy. It didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating, and if Atsumu will not tell you that dating you is not the peak of his life then he is absolutely lying. In fact, dating you felt like he is in utopia, everyday felt euphoric. He even reaches to the point of being content with his life, just being with you and achieving his dream as a pro volleyball player.

But not all love stories end with a happy ending and maybe his love story is one of those contrary. Even though everything seems happy and full of love, his relationship with you comes to an end. Everyone was shocked when they knew about it, even him didn’t foresee it. But what will he do now, it’s already done. The two of you have broken up and the only choices for him is to move on.

However, it was not easy for him, he can’t get used to being alone again. He was used to seeing you everyday, taking you on a date and doing most of the stuff together but now he can’t do those things anymore. Atsumu felt so lost. That one person who’s keeping him on track was now out of his life. It took him a while for him to get back on track. He did everything just to feel better and thankfully his friends and family are there to support him.

Later on, you and Atsumu bumped into each other again. You’re with someone, not only a random guy but his teammate in MSBY, Sakusa Kiyoomi. It was awkward, very awkward. Seeing you with his teammate made Atsumu come to a realization on why Omi-kun was being cautious or awkward around him for the past few days. So, to lessen the tension Atsumu is the first one to greet them with a smile and the two relax and greet him back.

After that incident, he and Omi talked after their training. Omi was very careful in telling Atsumu that he is dating you. But just like what Atsumu did before he just smiled and congratulated him.

He remembered how after that talk with Omi, he went straight running to his brother’s restaurant. Telling everything to Osamu, how he bumped into you and Omi, and how Omi told him you two are dating. Atsumu talks and talks as Osamu prepares his meal for him and when Osamu faced his twin brother to serve his food, he saw tears running down Atsumu’s face. The brunette boy looked at his twin sadly and served his food. Osamu felt sorry for his twin brother, he knew how much Atsumu loves you. Even though the two of them argue a lot, he still wishes his brother happiness.

After that event, Atsumu comes back to your life but not as your lover but as your friend. The two of you got to talk about the past and had a closure that you needed. He’s fine with it, as long as he is part of your life. And he did become part of your life again. He was there to see your relationship with Omi grow. He was there to help both you and Omi when the two of you quarreled about something. He either listens to you or Omi complains and gives some advice. He was the first one to know about Omi’s plan proposing to you and the first one to get to know that you said yes. Lastly, he was the first one to get invited to your wedding, not only as a guest but as Omi’s best man.

He even remembered how your eyes sparkled with joy when you told him about your wedding day. Even with Omi, he didn't expect a guy like him would show such emotion when he was offered to be his Best man at his wedding. He wanted to reject the offer but he didn't want to ruin the joy you both felt at that moment, so he accepted the offer.

And here he is right now, standing beside your soon to be husband. When you reach the front of the altar where he and Omi were waiting, you look at him and smile. You reach your hand out and he immediately took it. You gave his hands a squeeze and mouthed “thank you”. At that moment, Atsumu did his very best not to drop a single tear during the best moment of your life. Atsumu just smiled and squeezed your hand back. He then looked at Omi and gave him a pat on his back. Omi looked at him and gave him a smile before taking your hand and walking to the altar.

Atsumu once again felt pain and happiness, just like the time when you show your engagement ring to him. His heart was shattered again as he was not the man you’ll be growing up with but he is content and happy because you fall to someone that will make you feel even more special. Atsumu stepped back and took his seat beside Bokuto. He quietly watched as the ceremony that would change your life forever.

<sora's p.s> I'm supposed to post this on sunday but I can't wait any longer lol

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flamingo-writes · 3 years

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It's Better When The Sun Goes Down — Nanami x Reader

This is a piece for the Anilysium Server NSFW Collab! Make sure to check the masterlist to see other writer's works! This month's prompt was: "I can't hold back anymore"

I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to one of my dearest and closest friends. I'm not a Nanami simp myself, but they are. And I have fun writing for Nanami, and also I love writing angsty things and flawed characters. Reg, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoy my more casual writing.

(it's pink bcs youre Chancho)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mentions of breakup and heartbreak, alcohol and drug consuption, public sex, ghosting, lots and lots of angst. This does not have a happy ending. This is also non proof read bcs I kinda left it to the last minute I'm sorry, I'll go back and edit it when I am not in a rush dcj nd

Summary: Nanami’s return to the Sorcerer life wasn’t so bad. It could be better if Gojo wasn’t determined to get him back with his ex. As Nanami tries to get on good terms with them, things get out of control, only to end up where it all began.

I made this playlist while writing, in case you wanna listen to it while reading. Preferably listen to it without the shuffle, but you can hear it on shuffle, no biggie.

Nanami had forgotten how painfully unbearable Gojo could be. His return as a Sorcerer had been nothing out of the ordinary for a Sorcerer's standards. Missions here and there, or watching over some of Gojo's students. But God, he had surely stepped out of the line this time.

He couldn't even begin to explain how much he hated his current situation. Fighting by your side for the first time in years felt like rubbing hot oil on an open wound. The uncomfortable ignoring the elephant in the room between you two, as you two tracked and fought what felt like a million Curses.

When the adrenaline was at its peak, it felt almost nostalgic; though he'd then remembered everything else and immediately made his own reality bitter and awkward. Overshadowed by the advantage of years of experience ahead of him made him resent you even more. He knew it was childish and pointless to keep remembering everything that happened between you two, but that bittersweet memory would most likely keep him at bay.

You were still strong, witty, fearless, reckless and quick to act and defend yourself. The way you moved looked more swiftly and coordinated than you did back in your student days. Almost as if you were a professional dancer. He hated every bit of it. He couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking about you, and the possibilities of what you two would have become.

After the mission was over, no words were exchanged between you two. Aside from the: "Are you alright?" He told you as you simply gave him a thumbs up as you caught your breath drenched in sweat. An entire ride in an uncomfortable silence, until he reached the school and you got out of the car.

"Thanks. You did a great job. Keep it up" You said. Cold, and straight to the point. Closing his car door before he could reply. And soon, you were gone.

As Nanami tried to get his mind off the mission, Gojo made it difficult. He called him to ask for the details of the mission. He seemed amused and intrigued, as clearly you hadn't told him shit. And honestly, he could understand why. Gojo was meddling on things that weren’t his business, and things that had died a long time ago.

"Why are you interrogating me, Gojo?" He asked as he pressed hisnfingers on the bridge of his nose. "Ask your underling…"

"Because that jerk left for the bar as soon as they arrived" He explained. "And I know better than to annoy a drunk [Name], It took me a while but...I finally learned my lesson" He chuckled. “I knew they could hit hard, but damn, I had a big ass bruise…” Nanami could almost hear his stupid grin.

"You make it sound like it's a recurrent event" Nanami pointed out, slightly surprised as he didn't know you were a drinker.

"Oh, Nanami-kun, you really know nothing huh?" Gojo said, smiling widely as he had managed to manipulate Nanami into asking.

"Know what?" Nanami hissed as he now swore he could hear Nanami creepily grinning at his phone.

"No, nothing!” Gojo said as if it were nothing; trying and succeeding at peeking at Nanami’s curiosity “I'm not gonna talk over depressing things on the phone. Gotta go, bye! Kith kith, Kento-kun" Gojo sang and hung up, as he smirked, proud of his little mischief. He sighed deeply as he stretched in his bed. "Soon, those two will be back together" he smirked to himself.

Nanami hissed a curse under his breath as he locked his phone and threw it on his bed and went to the kitchen. If he had understood well, Gojo had just hinted at a possible drinking problem. He tried shaking his mind off of it. You couldn't, could you? You weren’t a drinker...You weren’t the last time he saw you. You were able to party and have fun without having to intoxicate yourself.

You were wild, cheerful, unpredictable. Everything he was not. And that’s what had made him fall in love with you back in your school days. You were so laid back, he could feel it permeating into him when you two hung out. The few times he’d broken rules was because you’d been the bad influence, however, you somehow managed to get away with it, and leave him with some distant memory in which he felt actually glad to be alive. He usually felt like he was walking on a cloud stuck in time, being present and enjoying the little things that made his everyday memories.

He’d really screwed up after breaking up with you...if he could call that a breakup... His life took a dramatic turn. And then, he turned his back to this world, and got immersed in the gray life the average man in Japan had. Away from what he's familiar with, away from his friends, away from you.

And now, apparently, you had a drinking habit. He wondered if he had caused it, or if he was one of the reasons behind it. The guilt started creeping in. The same guilt and regret he felt after ghosting on you. Not being able to bring himself to properly end things with you.

The guilt he’d managed to swipe under the rug for so many years creeped back out, and followed him around as the afternoon went by. After having a shower, changing into more comfortable clothes and in a lame attempt to cook dinner, he decided to test his luck. He put on a dark button down shirt and decided to go to the bar closest to the School. He felt the naive hope to find you there. However, if you had an actual problem, then his chances to see you there were higher.

Such was his surprise to find you there, trying to get rid of some insistent guy who kept talking to you despite your very obvious lack of interest. Before you could spot him, he watched you aggressively turn to the guy and talk to him in a rather rude tone. Sounding almost like a moody sailor as the guy’s face soon was washed with horror and disgust and walked away. As you turned your face back to your drink, your eyes scanned the bar, finally spotting him.

“Oh god” You whined as you pulled the glass to your lips. “It’s too early to be this drunk…” You hissed.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“Tell Gojo to go fuck himself…” You snapped at him as you stood up and stumbled your way to the bar asking for a refill. Nanami looked at you, feeling slightly sorry for your tipsy state, as he’d never seen you like that. And he knew being mad and drunk was never a good combination. As you turned around with your glass and made your way back to your table, you gave him a slightly repulsed smile. “You’re still here…”

“Gojo didn’t send me here, if that’s what you’re thinking” He replied.

“He might as well have manipulated you into doing so, has that crossed your mind?” You said with a sassy tone as you sat back down. “Why are you still standin’?”

Nanami took that as an invitation as he ignored your last comment, trying to refuse the idea that Gojo had manipulated him.

“Rough day, huh?” He said as you nodded and stared at your drink.

“Look, Kento. I’m glad that you’re back. I really am. You’re strong, and you’re smart…” You began. “But I’m gonna cut the chase, I’m kinda annoyed too. Ever since you got back, Gojo has been sticking his snobby nose into my business” You explained. “Many of the missions he sends you in, I’m supposed to be there as well, but manage to get busy by then and not go”

“So you’re actively avoiding me?”

“Yes” You replied bluntly. “Mostly because Gojo is trying very hard to bring us back together. But no, I learned my lesson the first time” You said taking a sip to your scotch, feeling it smoothly sliding down your throat, no longer feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“I haven’t apologized for that…” Nanami began.

“Don’t” You interrupted him. “It’s better this way”

“Are you sure? Because you still seem to have an issue with it…” Nanami said, managing to read you like an open book like he always did. He still had that ability.

You glared at him, angrily as you opened your mouth to snap back at him, but your mind was foggy and a big portion of your brain was focused on the little details surrounding him. His black shirt, the first buttons undone. His thick wrists, one of them hiding underneath a fancy looking watch, his blond hair pushed back, his sharp features...And god, his smell. The smell of his cologne luring you in like a fly to honey. Since any words made it to your mouth, your next step was to take another sip.

“You’re drinking too fast” He pointed out.

“None of your business” You said standing up and taking your wallet out and leaving a few bills on the tale. “I’m out” You said coldly and walked out of the bar.

Nanami sighed, frustrated that he hadn’t managed to get anything out of interaction. Aside from the pretty clear fact that you disliked him. However, he didn’t think of the possibility of you resenting him so much because you still had feelings for him.

As you walked out of the bar, the chilly wind hit the back of your neck, making you shiver. You cursed, knowing it was going to make you feel drunker faster. You made your way to the school with long steps, trying to make it to your dorm before your last drink made it to your head. Despite the cold wind, the hot tears in your eyes in a way kept your face warm. As you tried to keep yourself from crying, you heard steps behind you.

“Wait” You heard Nanami’s voice calling behind you as you stopped on command, against your own will. You swallowed the lump on your throat and managed to keep the tears still in your eyes, as you refused to look at

him. “At least let me walk you home. You can’t walk on your own like this…”

“Oh, so now you care?” You said turning around and looking at him, giving him a smug smile. “You’ve changed” You scoffed bitterly.

“Please” He said, knowing better than trying to argue with you.

Your stare on him softened, as something within you urged you to say yes. To have more time with Nanami and maybe cling to the bittersweet memories you were constantly reliving since his return.

“Fine” You said, very much to his surprise. He smiled and walked closer to you with the gentle smile that had been haunting your dreams as of lately.

“C’mon. My car is not far from here…”

You stopped coldly as he mentioned a car. Taking a second look at him, you wondered how much he’d changed. He’d become an adult through and through, hadn’t he? While you were still a mess...Or so you thought. To Nanami’s eyes, you were a far better sorcerer and warrior than him. And he envied you for it.

“Are you actually going to take me to the school?” You asked, suddenly growing suspicious of him, as you’d had plenty of experiences with strangers on the street and knew better than going into someone’s car in a drunken state.

Not that you didn’t trust Nanami. You didn’t trust yourself drunk.

“I was actually thinking of taking you somewhere for dinner and then to the school” He said.

“Not hungry”

“No, but you’re drunk. It’ll sober you up, and tomorrow morning you’ll thank me when you wake up without a hangover” He said as he walked towards his car.

“I don’t have any more money on me” You lied, looking for an excuse to avoid spending any more than necessary with him.

“I didn’t ask you if you have money” He said boldly as he managed to make you smirk for the first time since his return.

“Smooth, Nanami. You’ve grown” You said as you followed him.

The walk to his car felt like your chest burnt far more than the alcohol ever did. It felt bitter, it hurt and was nauseating. Was it really it, or was it the alcohol finally catching up with you? Like flashes of instant memories being erased from your memory, the drive to a restaurant felt like a poorly edited foreign film. The car felt like some intense themed park ride as you felt dizzy with the alcohol whispering everything you missed about him. It was gross and it was sickening.

The Ramen sign on the outside on itself managed to sober you up a little by taking your mind off Nanami. As you followed him, clumsily standing on your feet, you sat on one of the tables and tried to make sense of the dancing letters in the menu. More flashes of memories were taken off your head, as you wondered what was happening and how drunk were you for you to start blacking out.

“Not good…” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Nanami asked.

“No. Nothing”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m not”

“You’ll feel better in a bit. Don’t worry…” He said softly as he sipped from a soda you didn’t know he had. When had he ordered it? You looked in front of you to the nice surprise that you had one too despite not knowing how or when. “I ordered some ramen for you. Something spicy...It’ll sober you up faster”

You chuckled as you looked at him.

“And how do you know that?” You asked with a cheeky tone as he smiled softly.

“Went drinking a lot with friends from work” He said. “I learned a few things here and there”

More brief black outs kept lazily painting a rather miserable painting in your memory. As you ate your ramen, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Was it the hot spicy broth? In the beginning, the balck outs weren’t getting any less frequent, however, as the night went by, you found yourself sobering up like he said. Soon, the black outs were gone, however you were still somehow locked in a haze. Although it made sense. The amount of booze as well as the short time, it was going to take a lot more than just one hot bowl of spicy ramen to get you back to a sober state.

The conversation kept flowing comfortably as both of you ate. It was reminiscent of the old days, nostalgic and somehow morbid. As the both of you tried to grasp at the old days when your worries were limited to school work. Catching up like old friends who hadn't seen each other, as if you didn’t have hard feelings for each other.

After having finished your food, Nanami paid for both of your meals and went back out into the cold night. The sky black, stars hidden by the streetlights as you made it to his car and finally noticed the silver color in it.

As he drove back to the school, you noticed he took a small detour, instantly setting alarms in your head.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice considerably serious as he noticed the change in tone from the pleasant talk they were having in the restaurant.

“There’s somewhere I’d like to go…” He said as he briefly looked at you and gave you a tender smile.

That smile made your heart uncomfortably skip a beat as you hated the effect he still had on you. You didn’t dare to ask any further as you slowly recognized the route he was taking. As he slowly took one of the roads towards the edge of the city close to the coast line. He stopped in a rather deserted place, as he got off the road and stopped the car.

Despite the lack of light, aside from the few streetlights, you knew exactly where you were. A whole in your chest opened dramatically as you felt your eyes tear up and happy memories attached to the location flooded your mind.

“Kento…” You said chuckling bitterly.

“When I said I wanted to apologize, I meant it…” He said as you clenched your jaw and looked out your window, avoiding his stare.

“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…”

“You’re still upset about it, I get it. And I don’t blame you” He began as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. “Look at me, please”

You wanted to say something to him. But you knew you would break down crying as soon as you opened your mouth. You took a deep breath and without saying anything you looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazing into yours, as he was looking at you with a rather pained stare.

“You remember this place, don’t you?” He asked.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you clicked your seatbelt, getting it off.

“I’m done” You said dryly as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“No, [Name]. Please, wait” He said as he mirrored your movements and excited the car walking around it.

“Of fuckign course I know where I am, Kento” You barked as you walked away approaching the door. “I know where I lost my fucking virginity, okay?” You barked as you stopped coldly and looked at him, tears finally streaming off your face. “Look, I’ll make us a favour and summarize this conversation. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole for just taking off one day and completely disappearing. Yes, I’m still mad about it. No, I won’t take your apology. No, I don’t care about whatever shitty excuse you have for me to listen to you. You bringing me here out of all places isn’t going to change shit…” You spat all in one breath as you stopped and took a deep breath.

“I loved you, Kento. I really did. And it hurt to have you just dissipate like you were a hallucination or something...You were my first kiss, my first love, my first everything! And one day I lost all of that. You ruined sex for me!” You yelled angrily. “I could never hold, kiss or sleep with anyone, because at some point I’d see your stupid face, and then be incredibly underwhelmed because I would not enjoy sex. I can’t feel anything anymore, Kento...The only way I can actually enjoy those things is by getting drunk or high” You admitted. “I can’t walk into bookstores, nor eat sandwiches or diet coke, nor drink tea because all those things remind me of you. And yes, it’s lame that all these years later I still care about those things. And this is why I can’t forgive you” You cried, as your voice shook.

Nanami’s heart broke little by little at each one of your words. He knew he’d screwed up and had hurt you deeply. But he wasn’t aware of the actual impact. He clenched his jaw as he felt his chest tight and a lump on his throat. Now the drinking problem made sense. Gojo had painted it like you were an alcoholic, but it wasn’t exactly the case. So you’d gone to the bar to get it off with some stranger, probably pretending it was him.

The dizzying pain and weight of his mistakes blinded him for a second as he walked towards you as you kept bitterly complaining. As you tried to walk away, you made a very poor effort as he caught up with you and cupped your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him and shutting you up by pressing his lips against you.

The sudden surprise made your heart stop. Your mind turning numb and blank at once as you struggled to bring yourself to push him away. However, truth be told, you didn't want to push him away. The poor attempt to push him away was more than obvious. The strong fighter you were, barely making any physical effort. Nanami's hands wrapped around your back and pulled you close, squeezing you against him as he sighed into the kiss.

Finally kissing him back, you locked your lips against his desperately, eager to taste the lips you've been dreading in your dreams. Clinging to him like he was going to disappear again, a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Your chest pressing against him as he felt his own world getting blurry.

He broke the kiss pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” He whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I…” You stuttered, the words tasting bitter before they even made it to your mouth. “Fuck, I want you, Kento” You growled as he pulled you in, kissing you hungrily again.

His hands posessively clinging to you as he slowly guided you back to the car. One step at the time as you both melted in a hungry sour kiss. As you ran out of breath, you pulled away, gasping for air as you gripped his collar in your hands.

“I can’t hold back anymore” You said as you pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking back to his car.

Your words unleashed a shiver down his spine as his heart skipped a beat and raced like crazy, as his pants started feeling tighter on his crotch. He chuckled softly as he realized his own judgement seemed to have disappeared with that first kiss. And before you could even make it to his car, he gripped your hips and spun you around as he bumped his forehead against yours.

“I can’t either” He admitted as he guided you to the car’s hood and pulled you over it. Ass you sat on the warm hood, he got between your legs and you wasted no time wrapping them around his waist. He grunted softly feeling your crotch against his as you pulled him closer to seal your lips together.

As you soon were absorbed by the dizziness of your rising heat, his hand went to your bare thighs as he slowly caressed your skin, going up and lifting your skirt up in the process. A soft moan slid into his mouth as he gripped your ass softly and squeezed it. The way your skin got covered in goosebumps and how you jerked your hips made him moan in response.

It felt good, and intoxicating. The driving desire burning his insides. The feeling of desiring to taste you all over and have you shaking underneath him. God, he’d missed that particular rush of adrenaline. His body reacting to the deeply buried memories now loose. He felt like he was in the best high he’d experienced. Lightheadedness and presence in the moment, he hadn’t felt this alive in so long.

Your hands were slowly undoing his buttoned shirt and were quick to explore his warm skin. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he looked at you. Your devilish smile matching your hungry stare. You leaned forward kissing his neck, nibbling on his skin every now and then. His hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling it lightly, making you look up at him as he stared at you.

He leaned forward, kissing you once more, this time a lot more slow and a lot more tender. It was sweet and it was slow and it took you by surprise. You felt his sweet kiss begging you, still holding on to the feelings you both decided to drown unsuccessfully. It almost hurt. It was the kind of kiss that told you how much you missed and needed each other. How much you regretted the mistakes you’ve done.

As you melted against his lips, his hands slowly slid your panties off. You helped him lifting your hips a little but as you giggled against his lips.

“Eager?” You said with a playful smirk.

“You have no idea” He replied as he took off your panties and shoved them in his back pocket.

His hand made it back to your thigh, slowly going up until he palmed your hot sex. Stealing a gasp out of your mouth, he teasingly ran one of his fingers through your dripping slit, making him smile satisfied.

“I’m not the only one, huh?” He said as you looked at him with lustful eyes.

You took his glasses off and set them aside. You were about to go back to kissing his neck when he slid one finger inside of you effortlessly. A rather loud moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes closed feeling your entire body tingle in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You smiled satisfied as you continued kissing his neck. Slowly, he got another finger inside. The delicious stretch of his second finger prompting you to bite his neck softly making him growl your name softly. His fingers explored the whole he knew so well, as he found your sweet spot almost by muscle memory. More moans came out of your throat sounding like music to his ears.

“Fuck, Kento” You hissed as you took off your top, not caring that you were outdoors and by the road. Up to this point, you were so pent up, you simply craved him like you’d never craved anything before.

Nanami wasted no time and kissed your neck, going down to your neck, gently biting your skin every now and then. Sucking delicately on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long. He pulle dhis fingers out of you, clinging to your body desperately. As you laid on the car’s hood, you devoured him with your lustful eyes, begging him to get on top of you. Wearing just your skirt by this point, Nanami groaned at the plain sight of you.

He undid his belt and his pants. Your hands playfully teasing your own body in an attempt to drive him crazier and crazier. He cursed under his breath as he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his painfully hard erection out of his pants. You watched hi, intrigued, stretching your hands towards him, gently gripping his dick. His breath hitched and you smiled proudly.

Nanami leaned over the car hood, slowly getting on top of you, his shaft resting on your belly as he looked at how much deep could he go inside of you. His tip almost reaching you belly button, as the idea alone made a shiver run down his spine.

"Please, Kento" you gasped, need dripping from your voice as you caressed his dick

He growled softly as he pulled away softly, aligning against your entrance and slowly going in. You gasped, pushing your head back and pressing your hips against his making him go deeper.

Hissing your name, he jerked his hips, his tip.kissing your cervix as sudden rush of pain jolted through your body, followed by pleasure. You dug your nails in his shoulders as he thrusted back and forth, hitting all the right spots. The sound of his gasps and grunts hypnotizing as you got wetter by the second. His length coated in your juices, echoing in lewd wet noises.

He was rough. He usually was. Back in student days, he was particularly rough. As quiet and collected as he seemed, he sure got his stress out if his body through wild sex.

Relentlessly pushing against you, stretching you in such a delicious way only he knew how. Strong and aggressive movements as your walls swallowed him whole every time, breathless moans escaping your lips with every push. The cool wind kissing your skin, only enhancing his warmth.

As you felt your orgasm progressively approaching, the realization of how addicted you were to him hit you. He was everything you desired. And it was wrong. Before the feeling of uneasiness started to sink in, a sudden electric rush ran through your body. Painfully and soothing, as you tightly clenched around himbsoon numbed your mind.

As you came around him, your walls sucked him in tightly, as he was right over the brink, your velvet flesh pushed him off the edge. He didn't have time to pull out. And honestly, he didn't want to pull out. The way your walls milked him felt delicious. As he rode you through your orgasm, filling you up as his head felt dizzy and the world was spinning faster than usual. His hot seed coating your insides, as you shut your eyes closed, feeling the very last of your orgasm fading away.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Loud pants echoing.

However, the world didn't quite return to its regular focus.

The rest of the night went by in a fuzzy hot mess of events. You returned to his apartment and kept feasting on each other, making up for the lost time. Both of you incredibly starved and needy, you desperately went at it over and over again. It was a rather long night. As you feared, no one made you feel as he did. All of him was addicting. His smell, his voice, his warmth, his skin...It didn’t matter how many strangers you fucked, or how drunk or high you were, he felt just right. He made you cum so easily, it seemed ridiculous everyone else couldn’t.

But you knew it was far more than that.

You were still deeply in love with him. No wonder why he had that effect on you. Just hearing his breathlessly gasp was enough to have you soaking wet and under his mercy. Between sweet kisses, fake promises and sweaty sex, he quite literally fucked you to oblivion. Until either of you could take it any longer and you two fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long tiring night, as you knew many of your muscles were gonna be sore the next day. Your chest painted in red and blue bruises.

It was possibly one of the best night sleeps he’d had. In such a long time. The uncomfortable hole in his chest didn’t feel so wide now. Just like you, he didn’t know how much he actually needed you until now. His regrets, his guilt, the thoughts haunting him on how much of a jerk he’d been when he simply took off...All those feelings went away for a night. As he tasted the wonders of the universe under your skin. Feeling ecstatic and euphoric for the first time in years. However, nothing could’ve prepared Nanami for what he was about to experience when he woke up.

“What the hell is this?” Gojo asked as he waved around the folder you’d left a few hours earlier in the Headmaster’s office.

“Why the fuck do you care?” You said as you grabbed it, ripping it off his hands.

“You’re seriously leaving for Kyoto?” He whined.

“So my transfer was accepted? Great!” You said sarcastically as you opened the folder and saw the Headmaster’s seal at the bottom.

“What about Nanami-kun?” Gojo replied as the very last string of your patience snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Gojo! You tried to force us back together, but it’s not going to happen” You snapped. “I’m done. I’m done with him, and I’m done with you sticking your nose in my business”

“Do you really think that running away will solve anything? You’ll still be depressed as hell”

“The less I know about him, the better” You said as you turned around, hot tears blurring your sight as you headed with long steps towards your room. “I don’t trust myself around him…” You whispered. “He’s my weakness Gojo, I can’t let that happen…” You said coldly.

You’d left that morning very early, before Nanami woke up. And you left leaving no trace of you ever being there. Unintentionally doing the same he did. It was unintentional because you hadn’t done it out of spite. Your thought process had been simply. You preferred to not have that conversation and simply leave without him noticing. You had had the exact same thought process Nanami had had all those years ago.

You didn’t waste time and soon started packing your things to leave for Kyoto right away.

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haven't seen much smut of these two so i thought i'd contribute! plus i just really love writing awkward salim.

Summary: Jason discovers that being stuck in quarantine isn't all that bad. Not when he gets to spend some quality time with Salim.

Warning for smut and spoilers for the game. Also excessive swearing because Jason.

Word count: 4.7k

Jason X Salim: Hit the Showers

Jason was right about ready to kill something.

The only thing holding him back was the fact that that was exactly what had landed him in this mess in the first place. CENTCOM was way too interested in the goddamn alien-vamp nest they’d all accidentally stumbled upon, keeping Jason in a stuffy interrogation room for what felt like days.

Nicky and the others had been sent to bed hours ago. But the hazmat suit fuckers had been way too intrigued by why Jason and Salim had ended up working together, making both of them tell the same damn story about a hundred times under the guise of “ironing out irregularities” and “making sure there wasn’t a conflict of interest”.

What they really wanted to know was whether Jason had deserted when shit hit the fan.

He couldn’t deny the thought of going AWOL was sounding really fucking tempting right about now, and Jason could vividly picture himself clocking the gas-masked moron in front of him before making a run for it. He’d probably be shot in the back, but at least he wouldn’t have to sit through another goddamn minute of being scolded like he’d chosen to nearly get eaten by creatures straight from someone’s nightmare.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow,” the masked fucker finally said. “Rest up. And for the love of God, go take a shower.”

And that was when Jason’s patience ran out.

“I would’ve fuckin’ loved to, about ten fuckin’ hours ago—" Jason yelled, pushing up from his seat.

“What a great suggestion!” Salim was quick to step in, placing a firm hand on Jason’s shoulder to hold him back. “Which way to the showers?”

It was probably the middle of the night when they finally got a chance to wash up after that fuck-awful mission. That meant Jason had been awake for a solid 40-something hours. He was pretty sure he was running on nothing but adrenaline and spite, his jaw tense as he silently undressed.

"It's going to be good to finally wash off the vampire guts," Salim said conversationally from a few lockers down. Jason snorted out a laugh despite the situation.

The locker room was completely empty save for them, a section of the base quarantined until CENTCOM deemed them not infected. After what happened to Rachel, Jason couldn’t really blame them, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t protested loudly at the number of needles the scientists insisted on prodding him with.

At least having Salim there made it all a little more bearable.

"I dunno, I think that fossilized vamp dust might be pretty valuable to some collector," Jason mused.

"If it wasn't for me, you would be swimming in the stuff," Salim said. "I still can't believe you actually touched that thing."

"You're the one who dared me to."

"I didn't expect you to do it!"

They continued bickering while removing the last of their clothes and heading for the showers. Jason knew there was no real heat behind either of their words, just pointless banter to stop them from falling asleep on their feet.

"—and then you fuckin' threw the thing right at me," Jason chastised while hanging up his towel. "Sure you weren't aimin' at my head instead of the vamp?"

"I should have, to knock some sense into you," Salim shot back. "I told you to leave and you just charged right back in there."

Jason whipped around to face the smartass, a snarky comment about saving him ready on his tongue—

And promptly forgot how to form words at all upon seeing Salim's very naked, very toned body walking across the tiled floor to one of the showers.

He knew Salim was a good-looking dude, but Jason wasn’t expecting him to look this good. He had a muscular back, broad shoulders and great ass that jiggled with every step. When Salim started the shower and turned around to wash his back, Jason was greeted with the sight of firm pecs, a perfect amount of dark hair that covered his chest and tapered off over a soft stomach and down to his cock.

And fuck, what a cock it was. Thick and cut, resting heavy between Salim's toned legs. It wasn’t even hard, but it was still the prettiest goddamn dick Jason had ever seen.

Realizing he’d been staring, Jason snapped out of it and quickly got in a shower of his own. He picked one few ones down the row, just to put some distance between them—not that he particularly wanted to, but he’d rather not be too obvious about it.

Luckily Salim was either too tired or just too oblivious to notice Jason gawking at his body. He merely kept showering, seeming wholly unbothered by his nudity. Jason had to admit he wasn't expecting it; he’d thought people around this part of the world were supposed to be prudish. Then again, Salim was a soldier and probably just as used as Jason to seeing naked dudes cramped in the showers after a day of training under the desert sun.

It also meant Jason was able to sneak glances while they washed themselves in silence.

He couldn’t decide whether he preferred the view of Salim from the front or back. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the near-death experience they’d just gone through together, but the dude looked like a goddamn chiseled Greek statue.

Well—with the notable exception of the size of his junk. Even if he was just a shower and not a grower, Salim was definitely more gifted in that department than most guys Jason knew.

Belatedly catching himself ogling Salim’s dick again, Jason squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face to the shower stream to wash away both dust and shame. He needed to fucking focus, not just stand there drooling over his friend’s prick.

Not that he’d mind getting his mouth on it—

"Don't fall asleep on me," Salim's voice echoed through the small space, and only years worth of gunshots and explosions stopped Jason from flinching at the sudden sound of it.

Glancing over at Salim’s smiling face, Jason forced out a fake chuckle.

“You’re one to talk,” Jason said. “Look like you’re about to curl up for a nap any second now.”

“Last I checked, I was a human and not a cat,” Salim shot back. “I’m just saying that we should be careful about not slipping. I’d rather not get a concussion on top of everything else that has happened.”

“Would make for a funny-ass tombstone though,” Jason mused. “‘Here lies Lt. Kolchek, survivor of wars and alien monster attacks, cracking his skull open while falling asleep in the fucking shower’.”

“You have a strange definition of ‘funny’,” Salim said.

They kept up the back-and-forth while finishing washing themselves, and Jason considered it a good distraction from both the impending exhaustion and the tantalizing sight between Salim’s legs.

They ended up showering together the next day, too. And the day after that. There was no reason for them to, they had plenty of time to shower separately or with Nicky or Eric.

But each time one of them proclaimed to hit the shower, the other would follow.

Jason knew it didn’t mean anything. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t gonna say no to seeing more of Salim's naked body, but Salim probably just felt more comfortable around Jason than the others.

Which kind of made the whole peeping thing seem really, really wrong.

So Jason tried not to look. He tried to keep up the easy conversation, pretending like he wanted this naked alone time with Salim as an excuse to talk shit about CENTCOM or the colonel. Salim went along with it easily enough, cracking some savage jokes about their hazmat suit guards.

But sooner or later, Jason's attention would drift and his eyes started to wander.

To the way Salim's arms flexed when he adjusted the temperature of the shower. The way his eyes closed and his mouth dropped open when he got that first hit of sweet, hot water on his body. The way said hot water ran down his equally hot pecs and the cute softness around his gut.

And definitely to the way his thick cock was no longer flaccid in the showers.

Armed with the knowledge that his friend wasn't just packing for show, Jason had more than a few desperate wanks after their little shower sessions. If Salim noticed his sudden need to urgently excuse himself for a piss after washing himself, he didn’t say anything.

After a week and a half of showering together and pretending not to be bothered by Salim's gorgeous body, it was like a slap in the face to find out that it was coming to an end.

"Did they tell you they are releasing me tomorrow?" Salim asked with a smile. He was clad in nothing but a towel, sitting on a bench by the lockers while waiting for Jason to get ready for the shower.

"They did," Jason said stiffly.

He swallowed the weird lump in his throat and turned to face his locker. He was happy for Salim, glad that he’d finally get to go home and not be stuck with CENTCOM's goons. But at the same time, he was gonna miss him something fierce.

And not just the borderline inappropriate showers, either. He was gonna miss his dumb jokes between their interrogations, his annoyed rants about their guards, and his companionship during sleepless nights when neither of them could sleep without nightmares.

Just having Salim around had done wonders for Jason's mood and he wasn't looking forward to losing the friendship they'd formed.

"I'm glad you finally get to see your boy," Jason said.

"I can't even describe how much I've missed him," Salim sighed happily.

Jason smiled into his locker; Salim was such a great dad. If his own folks had been half as good parents, maybe he wouldn't have turned out as such a fuck-up.

"Zain's a lucky kid," Jason said. "Got the most kick-ass dad I've ever met."

Salim was unusually quiet, so once Jason managed to wrestle free from his shirt, he turned from his locker to face him with a frown.

Only to find Salim looking at him with a fucking adorable smile.

"Thank you, Jason," Salim said.

'For everything' was left unsaid.

"Yeah," Jason said, hurrying to turn back around to hide the heat blooming on his cheeks. "You too."

He hurried to undress and wrap a towel around his waist. He felt weird doing so, goosebumps prickling on his skin—like he was being watched.

But that was fucking dumb. It’s not like Salim would look at him undressing. He was probably just lost in thought, thinking about his son.

"You ready?" Jason asked, slamming his locker shut.

"Yes," Salim simply said, getting up to follow him to the showers.

Jason shot him a weird look for the lack of snarky comment, but Salim's face betrayed nothing. Maybe he was just tired after the week's worth of debriefings.

Or tired of Jason.

They hung their towels and went to their by now practically named showers—still a respectable two empty spots between them.

Lost in thought, Jason managed to focus on getting clean, for once. He absently washed his hair and massaged a kink in his shoulder, staring at the tiled floor while his mind was busy elsewhere.

Salim was leaving tomorrow. Nothing Jason could do would change that, and he didn’t even want to change that. Their unlikely friendship had been the best thing to come out of this whole mess, but it wasn't like Salim could stay here on US base forever. He had his own life to get back to, and Jason had years of being under government surveillance to go through.

He wondered if Salim was at all bummed to leave. He was probably just excited to get rid of Jason's annoying company and weird infatuation with him.

Just for old time’s sake, Jason sneaked one last glance at Salim showering—

And caught Salim looking at him instead.

Salim was barely paying attention to his shower, his dark eyes trained firmly on the lower region of Jason's body. He seemed weirdly focused, his mouth open and looking almost dumbstruck as he stared at Jason's naked form just as intently as Jason had been staring at him the last week and a half.

Jason's eyes trailed lower and—fuck. His suspicions were right; Salim was hard, his pretty cock jutting out proudly from his body, at fucking full mast just from looking at Jason.

Jason must’ve made some sort of noise—a gasp, a grunt, hell, maybe even a fucking moan—because suddenly, Salim's eyes snapped up to meet his own.

For a few seconds, they just stared at each other. And shit, now that Jason was looking for it, he could see the clear signs of arousal on Salim's face; his dark pupils, heavy breaths, and the redness coloring his ears.

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and Jason held his breath and waited for something to happen.

"Sorry," Salim finally said, turning back to his shower like nothing had happened.

Disappointment washed over Jason and he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He knew he should let it go. But his dick had other ideas, chubbing up at the knowledge that Salim got turned on by looking at him.

"You're good," Jason said. "Only fair you get to perv on me too."

His heart was beating frantically as he pretended to wash under his arms while waiting for the reply.

"At least you were a little more subtle about it," Salim said. His voice was quieter than normal and he shifted to hide his very obvious erection.

Like he was ashamed.

"I sure as hell ain't complaining," Jason said.

Salim turned off the shower and Jason swore he felt his heart nearly stop. He looked back over at Salim, seeing him peeking over his shoulder at Jason—such a shy, cute gesture.

"Are you… would you…?" Salim asked.

He didn’t quite manage to get the words out, but the way his eyes immediately dropped down to Jason’s half-chub got the message across loud and clear.

"Hell yeah," Jason said, a grin plastering itself onto his face.

Salim smiled back; a beautiful, tiny thing. Slowly, he turned around, and Jason tried and failed to not stare at his cock. Salim fidgeted under the attention and his dick twitched, making Jason’s mouth water as if on reflex—but after that, nothing happened.

So Jason made it happen.

"If I'm not choking on your pretty cock in the next two minutes, I think I'm gonna die," Jason said.

It was blunt and far from romantic, but it made Salim chuckle so Jason would chalk it up as a win.

"So impatient," Salim said, finally walking over to Jason.

"Yeah well, it’s…” Jason's cocky voice wavered as the realization set in. “Your last night here,” he said, his lips pressing into a line.

Salim was right in front of him now, so close that Jason could almost feel the heat radiate off of him. He quietly stepped aside to make room for him under the shower.

"This isn't the last we’ll see of each other," Salim said.

“Right,” Jason snorted, rolling his eyes for good measure.

"Jason," Salim said, his voice firm, and the soldier inside of Jason instinctively looked back at him. "We will meet again. I don't care what it takes; neither gas masked idiots nor any stupid wars can keep me from you."

The smile was back on Jason’s face before he could stop it. What a goddamn adorable idiot he had ended up falling for.

"Didn't know you were such a romantic," Jason said.

Salim smiled back, and a hesitant hand hovered over Jason's hip.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing," Salim said, his hand finally settling onto Jason's waist. "If—I mean, if you still want to," he added, floundering.

Jason pretended to mull over the question, looking into deep, questioning eyes that waited for his answer.

"You got one minute left," Jason said with a smirk.

Salim's brow furrowed in confusion before his eyes widened in realization, followed by an amused chuckle.

And then he was leaning down and Jason's brain short-circuited because holy shit Salim was kissing him.

Salim's lips were hesitant and so fucking gentle, and Jason got some water in his eyes while adjusting into it but he didn’t fucking care, because the man he’d been quietly pining over was finally in his arms. He let out a filthy groan into the kiss and pulled Salim closer, wanting no space to exist between them.

His reaction seemed to boost Salim’s confidence. A strong arm wrapped around Jason's waist and the other hand came up to cup his head, gently cradling it against the best damn kiss Jason could ever remember having. Jason felt like he was on fire; having Salim's mouth and body against his was so much better than he could have ever imagined.

And God, his cock felt fucking amazing, heavy and warm where it laid trapped between their bodies. Jason clawed on Salim's back and rocked his hips against Salim's, not giving a damn whether he seemed desperate or not.

Salim's breath hitched against his lips when Jason's cock slid over his own, the water and pre and lingering soap making everything slippery. Jason grew fully hard in seconds, taking over the kiss and pushing his tongue into Salim's mouth, pleased to note that Salim seemed happy to let him.

But as fun as it was to hear Salim's cute noises and feel that amazing cock rubbing up against him, Jason had made a promise and he intended to keep it. Giving Salim one last, lingering kiss and carefully prying his fingers away from his hair, Jason sank down on his knees, angling himself away from the stream of the shower. His eyes never left Salim's, and seeing those dark eyes go black as the fucking night as he panted in arousal was the best kind of encouragement Jason could ask for.

He redirected his attention to the task at hand, now faced with Salim's hard cock. It looked even bigger up close, and Jason eagerly wrapped his hand around the girthy base.

Salim groaned low in his throat and his dick twitched in Jason’s grasp, a bubble of pre escaping the slit.

"Fuck," Jason cursed, giving the cock a few good pumps. "You're fucking huge."

Salim fidgeted under the touch and Jason's unwavering stare.

"Well, I… thank you?" he said, apparently not sure how to accept the compliment.

How anyone can be so self-conscious over owning such a stunning cock, Jason would never understand.

“I should be thankin’ you,” Jason shot a grin up at the man.

Determined to show Salim just how incredible Jason found him, he wasted no further time before taking the tip into his mouth.

Salim's moan was like music to his ears, and Jason hummed happily and set about exploring the engorged head with his tongue. Salim tasted fucking divine, clean skin and musky saltiness on Jason's tongue. His girth forced Jason's mouth open wide but he sure wasn’t complaining, eagerly feeling the vein along the underside throb against his stretched bottom lip.

"Jason," Salim groaned deeply and Jason moaned right alongside him.

Salim saying his name in that goddamn voice of his definitely did things to Jason, getting praised like he was something special. Salim was leaking onto his tongue and Jason's cock throbbed untouched between his legs, and it suddenly became clear that they were both way too fucking high-strung to make this last long.

With that in mind, Jason took a deep breath through his nose and sank down as far as he could on Salim's beautiful cock.

"Al'ama," Salim cursed.

His hands grabbed onto Jason's hair while the head of his cock rested against the back of Jason's mouth. When Jason tried to force himself further, he momentarily gagged from the sheer size of Salim stretching his throat.

"Sorry—" Salim apologized, trying to pull away.

Jason made a sound of protest and pulled him back by his hips, shooting Salim a glare that he hoped conveyed his message of ‘I ain’t a fuckin’ quitter’.

Determined not to let the setback keep him from his goal, Jason tried again, pulling off almost fully and taking a few calculated breaths.

And then, he slowly sank down and took all of Salim smoothly down his throat.

"Jason, s-shit," Salim groaned, his fingers digging into Jason's scalp.

Jason hummed in satisfaction and pulled back just enough to take another deep breath through his nose before sinking back down. He felt as much as heard Salim's moan, a full-body shudder running through the Iraqi as Jason pleasured him.

"You're amazing," Salim praised, his death grip on Jason's head slowly relaxing into stroking his hair. "So amazing."

Jason's eyes slid shut and he basked in the contrast between the sweet words and the obscenely big cock stretching his mouth. Even while down on his knees and choking on another man's cock, he felt powerful. Making a badass warrior's knees tremble like this with just his mouth was a goddamn thrill, and his own cock was leaking like a faucet onto the tiles in agreement.

Salim's words turned to incomprehensible murmurs and groans while Jason kept up the steady pace of taking his cock down his throat. Feeling Salim's thighs tense in his grip and hearing the labored breathing over the stream of water, Jason gave up the last of his willpower and reached down to jack his own angrily throbbing cock. The friction of his hand felt fucking incredible, and he moaned like a goddamned whore around Salim's cock upon finally getting some relief.

"Shit," Salim cursed, the vibrations of Jason’s throat seeming to be the last thing to send him over the edge. "Jason—oh, Jason."

The last word was practically a whimper, and then Salim's hands were tightening in his hair and his cock pulsed in Jason's mouth, shooting its load down Jason's welcoming throat.

Hearing his name like it was a goddamn prayer and feeling Salim's cock spasm and spend into his mouth, Jason only needed a few pumps of his fist before he came embarrassingly fast. He swallowed and nearly sobbed around Salim's softening prick, his spunk splattering onto the tiles and getting washed away by the now lukewarm water.

Jason reluctantly pulled away, sitting back on his heels while catching his breath and coming down from the post-nut high. Salim was leaned against the shower wall, sounding just as out of breath as Jason, his legs trembling from what Jason hoped had been a mind-blowing orgasm.

Their eyes met each other's, and for a second, Jason feared that this would change everything between them.

And then Salim bowed his head and broke out in a giddy laugh, and Jason couldn't help but join him, snickering at the absurdity of the situation.

"Did that really just happen?" Salim asked. He was grinning down at Jason and there was not a hint of regret to be found in his expression.

"About damn time, if you ask me" Jason said, his voice hoarse.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself up on his feet, silently cursing the creaking of his knees. So he might be a little sore after this endeavor, but he sure as hell didn't care.

"Yes, well," Salim said, shuffling self-consciously. "Some of us aren't quite as confident as you."

Jason snorted and stepped back in the shower next to Salim.

"What's so funny?" Salim asked, shoving Jason playfully.

"You are," Jason shot back, nudging Salim with his elbow before turning to wash some of the drool and spunk off his front. "Fuckin' hottest man I've ever laid eyes on is shy about his body."

There was a pause from the man behind him, but after a beat, Salim's body pressed flush against Jason's back.

"Is this alright?" Salim asked, his head coming to rest on Jason's shoulder as he hugged him from behind.

"Hmm," Jason hummed, relaxing into the embrace. "Take a wild guess."

"Well aren’t you awfully agreeable today," Salim teased.

He placed a kiss on the nape of Jason's neck. It was such an unexpected and sensual gesture, making goosebumps rise on Jason's skin.

"Shut up," Jason said, not even bothering to hide his sated smirk.

Salim hummed and kept kissing at his neck, his hand trailing down Jason's torso.

"Can I…?" Salim asked, his fingers resting just below Jason's navel.

It took Jason's tired brain a few seconds to catch up.

"Oh," he said stupidly. "I, uh, kinda took care of it already."

"What?" Salim asked. "When?"

"From about when I moaned like a bitch in heat to right after you came down my throat," Jason said.

Salim cleared his throat, still clearly embarrassed over the ordeal.

"...I see," Salim said, his hand returning to its place on Jason's midsection. "Then it would seem I’m in your debt.”

"Just keep kissin' me and we're good," Jason said. He turned his head and nudged Salim's forehead with his own, a not-so subtle hint.

Salim pecked his neck one last time before obliging and capturing Jason's lips in a kiss.

It was much softer than before, both of them sated and comfortable against each other. Jason spared a teasing lick into Salim's mouth and the other grimaced.

"Not a fan of the taste?" Jason huffed, pulling away. He used the opportunity to turn to face Salim in the shower, tilting his head back to rinse his hair.

"I can't believe you actually swallowed… that," Salim said, a hint of that same embarrassment flashing over him. "It's so dirty."

"You should know by now I've got a filthy mouth," Jason shot back.

“I didn’t think it applied literally,” Salim said.

“Gonna wash my mouth with soap and give me a spankin’?” Jason grinned.

“No—well, I mean, that… that would depend on the circumstances,” Salim stammered. “With—with the latter.”

Salim squared his shoulders and reached behind Jason to adjust the temperature of the water with an unsteady hand; clearly trying to look smooth at the prospect of spanking Jason and failing miserably.

“Cute,” Jason said, not catching the thought before it slipped through his mouth. “You’re so goddamned cute.”

"And you’re just as cocky as ever,” Salim shot back somewhat defensively, before chuckling. “We make quite the couple."

"Damn right we do," Jason grinned.

He didn't have time to fully realize the implications that Salim had just called them a couple, because all of a sudden the gorgeous man was leaning in to claim his lips once more.

They kissed again, Jason mindful not to use tongue, and it was still really fucking nice. Just being held gently under the water and kissed like he was something precious by the man who'd stolen his goddamned heart was everything Jason never knew he'd needed.

When they separated from the kiss, they only exchanged soft smiles before Salim pulled Jason into a tight hug. If it was anyone else, Jason would’ve thought it a kind of awkward gesture; but this was Salim, clinging to Jason like he never wanted to let go, and everything about it was just so fucking sweet.

Unfortunately, it also made him remember the shitty reality of tomorrow.

"Did you mean it?" Jason asked, making Salim shift against him. "What you said before?"

‘Nothing can keep me from you.’

He could feel Salim's smiling lips press a kiss onto his shoulder, and his hand dropped to intertwine their fingers together by Jason’s side.

"Take a wild guess," Salim teased.

Jason laughed and Salim squeezed his hand tighter; an unspoken promise between them.

The water was already cold by the time they finally finished showering.

But Salim's body was just as warm as his smile, and Jason sure as hell didn't mind getting a little cold if it meant he got to see more of it.

It didn't matter that Salim wouldn't be staying on base anymore. When those pretty eyes looked at him like he was the fucking world, Jason fully believed they'd find a way to make this work, navigating whatever shit life threw their way.

Because for the first time in his life, Jason was actually looking forward to the future.

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