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The Guide to Packing for Long-Distance Motorcycle Travel

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Chain-reaction motorcycle crash in Fort Worth- How to Avoid Motorcycle Crash Risks in Groups

By James “Hollywood” Macecari At least 17 injured in chain-reaction motorcycle crash in Fort Worth, police say Little details are coming out right now with this incident. Some are saying that one of the lead bikes blew a tire, went down and it was a chain reaction. It looks like many of the bikes were sport bikes. Check out the aftermath, bikes were on fire all over the place. I cannot speak…

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20 cm — ryomen sukuna.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?” you teased, brushing your fingers lightly against his arm as you passed him. His eyes followed your movement, slow and heated. “Not when you’re around, baby.”  “You’re too much.” You say, a hint of blush appearing on your cheeks. “But you like it that way, no?” He murmured, voice low, a little rough from practice or maybe something else.

Genre: Alternate Universe — College! AU;

Warning/s: General Rating, AFAB! Reader, Use of She/Her, Use of Female Centered Identification, Pet Names (Babe, My Love, Etc), Romance, Fluff, Humour, Love, Comfort/No Hurt, Established Relationship, Lovers, Dating, Feeling, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Idiots In Love, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Healthy Relationship, Friendships, Profanity, Swearing, Teasing, Volleyball, Volleyball Captain! Sukuna, Boyfriend! Sukuna, Girlfriend! Reader;

Words: 7k words.

Note: i thought about sukuna always taking the train because reader takes the train and he doesn't want her to go alone. but i realized that he also works, so he has to have something to use for transport. so i thought of motorcycle, since he could get a license easily. i hope you enjoy it!!! i love you all <3

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THIS WAS HOW IT ALWAYS WAS WHEN NATIONALS COME AROUND. Volleyball practice was always going to drag on and on far longer than usual. Primarily because everyone in the damn team can be too eager to be passionate beyond what their legs could take. And you were certain your boyfriend was the same. 

Yet this was what it was every year, with the looming pressure of Nationals making everyone restless and wired with adrenaline. You sighed as the echo of squeaking sneakers and thudding balls had finally died down as the team began to disperse, sweaty and exhausted, but still buzzing with nervous energy.

You leaned against the wall, catching your breath, when you noticed your boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna, still on the court. His shirt clung to his back, his fuschia pink hair damp with sweat, but he looked like he could go another hour. Of course he did. That sharp, competitive fire in his scarlet eyes hadn't dimmed in the slightest.

“You’re not done?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. “My love, you gotta finish sometime soon, you know that.”

He glanced at you, smirking as he twirled a volleyball between his fingers. “Not even close. You know that better, baby. Wanna stay?”

You rolled your eyes fondly at your boyfriend, then turned to the senpais who were finishing up with packing their things. “We’ll lock up, senpai.” you told them. “Go on ahead.”

They didn’t question it at all. But if anything, they never did when it came to you and Sukuna. That’s just what it was when it comes to the two of you. You were just tied to the hilt. If he decides something, you do it with him. And vice versa. No questions asked.

“Thanks!” one of them called, already halfway out the gym doors. “See you on Monday!”

The gym grew quiet, save for the low hum of the lights and the soft bounce of the ball in Sukuna’s hand. You reached for your phone and texted your parents, even though you knew they probably won’t reply until they finish with work: Practice ran late. Staying back to help clean up. I’ll be home late tonight. See you, if you’re at home.

When you looked up, Sukuna was watching you, expression unreadable. You tossed your phone back into your bag and stepped onto the court. You stood there as he finally went back in form and started to take another go at spikes. 

“Are you sure you’re not tired?” you teased, brushing your fingers lightly against his arm as you passed him.

His eyes followed your movement, slow and heated. “Not when you’re around, baby.” 

“You’re too much.” You say, a hint of blush appearing on your cheeks.

“But you like it that way, no?” He murmured, voice low, a little rough from practice or maybe something else. He twirled the ball in his hands, watching you with that lazy, knowing smirk. “You watching me gives me more energy to do this, though.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, crossing your arms. “Yeah, but I’ll miss the train.”

“I got my motorcycle parked at the convenience store today.” Sukuna snickered, barely glancing at you as he tossed the ball up and spiked it with an effortless force that sent it slamming against the floor. “You’ll be fine if you miss the train.”

You raised a brow. “You brought it today?”

“Had a feeling this would happen.”

“But what did the teacher—”

“They didn’t see me, don’t worry.” He reassured you, shaking out his wrists before retrieving the ball again. “I put the helmets in the convenience store locker. It’s fine.”

You let out a small tch sound, shifting your weight onto one leg. “You’re doing too much.”

Sukuna scoffed, tossing the ball up lazily and catching it again. “You say that as if you didn’t put concealer on my face earlier to cover my face tattoos.”

You froze for half a second before glaring at him, cheeks heating. “That was different.”

“Was it?” He grinned, dropping the ball and sauntering toward you with slow, deliberate steps. “’Cause if you ask me, you’re just as bad as me.”

“I was helping you,” you shot back, pointing a finger at his chest as he loomed over you.

He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Mm. And I’m helping you now, aren’t I? Making sure you don’t get stranded.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “My love, that’s not the same—”

“It kinda is, baby.” he murmured, cutting you off as he leaned in, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him, smell the faint mix of sweat and his cologne. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, voice dropping to a near whisper. “You take care of me. I take care of you.”

Your breath hitched. His presence was overwhelming to you, it always had been. But in moments like this, when he decided to turn that sharp focus onto you completely, it made your head spin to no end.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady. “You’re so annoying.”

Sukuna only chuckled, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His scarlet eyes, dark and filled with something unreadable, flickered over your face. “You love it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, he flicked your forehead lightly with his fingers, his smirk widening at your startled expression. “C’mon. Let me finish this last round, then we’ll go.”

You scowled, swatting his arm. “You’re lucky I didn't report you for that damn bike.”

He laughed, already walking back to his side of the court, tossing the ball up once more. “And you’re lucky I’m giving you a ride home, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Because the truth was, as reckless as he was, Sukuna always made sure you were safe. And if you were being honest, you didn’t really mind riding behind him on that stupid motorcycle, arms wrapped around his waist, the wind rushing past as he took you home.

Not that you’d tell him that. 

His ego was big enough already.

You’d like him to be as humble as possible.

The gym felt suddenly too quiet, too dim, too intimate now that you were cleaning up some stuff. You weren’t sure if you were here to help him practice or to give him a reason to stop. You weren’t sure if you were here to help him practice or to give him a reason to stop.

As you moved closer, reaching down to pick up a stray ball, you realized something that made you pause. Standing next to him all the sudden, your boyfriend seemed… taller. Not just because of his usual confident posture. No, it was real. He had actually grown.

You straightened up, craning your neck a little more than you remembered needing to before. “Wait a second, my love…..” you said, stepping back for a better look. You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to be stern. “Did you grow?”

Sukuna smirked, tossing the ball casually from one hand to the other. “Not my fault you’re short, my pretty baby.”

Your heart thudded stupidly at the pet name. You couldn’t help but glare as you stare at the soft and casual on his lips. But laced with something deeper, something only you ever got to hear. You stayed like that for a moment, your foreheads pressed together, time suspended in the dim, echoing stillness of the gym.

You were supposed to be heading home. He was supposed to be practicing. Yet you could not help but stare. The silence between you stretched. It was warm, electric. Never awkward. Not even close. It felt like a lull in a song you didn’t want to end.

Sukuna’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand, slow and absentminded, like he was memorizing it. You looked up, and for once, there was no teasing in his scarlet eyes. Just that quiet, rare stillness he only ever showed when it was just the two of you.

“I should lock up, my love.” you murmured, not moving. “So should you…..And change shirts. I don’t want you catching a cold.”

The air between you was thick, heavy with all the words left unsaid. The pull of something bigger, something inevitable, thrumming like a second heartbeat. Sukuna’s fingers twitched against yours, as if fighting the urge to reel you back in, to close the distance he had so carefully given you.

But then he took a step back. Just enough to let you breathe again. Just enough to be good, for now. Maybe if he stayed closer, if he kept looking at you like that. With that rare, molten tenderness that melted all the rough edges off of him. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. And you both knew if you stayed tangled up like that, you’d never leave the gym tonight.

He raked a hand through his sweat-damp hair, exhaling through his nose, before muttering, “I’m gonna change real quick.”

You nodded wordlessly, still half-dazed, watching him retreat toward the locker room. While he was gone, you bent down, gathering stray volleyballs and water bottles, tossing towels into the hamper by the wall. 

The gym felt different now, emptier somehow, even though you were still in it. You could still hear echoes of the night lingering in the air from before as you cleared up. The sharp slap of the ball against the court, Sukuna’s low laugh when you got in a lucky serve, the soft, murmured jokes you’d traded when no one else was listening.

When he came back out, with his shirt changed, hair damp and curling a little at the ends, he didn’t say anything. Just slipped easily into helping you clean up. He moved like he always did. With such efficiency, continued focus, but with a casualness that told you he wasn’t just rushing to get it over with. He wanted to do this with you.

Sukuna reached down, snagging the last volleyball by your feet and tossing it back into the basket with a soft thud. His eyes caught yours briefly, a silent, familiar look that said Ready?

You gave a small nod, swinging your bag onto your shoulder. Side by side, you walked toward the gym doors. Neither of you spoke. You didn’t have to.

Outside, the night air hits your skin. It was already too cool and a little damp for you, smelling faintly of pavement and something sweet from the convenience store nearby. You find yourself wrapping your arms around yourself, yawning.

Sukuna glanced at you as he unlocked the school gate. “Are you cold, baby?”

You shook your head. “No. Just… tired.”

“Here.” He took off his jacket and put it on you. “I can’t have you getting sick.”

You blush, looking up at him. “Thank you, my love.”

He nodded once, then gestured for you to follow him. “This way. I parked behind the store.”

You trailed after him, the street lamps casting your shadows long and close together. The hum of the city at night was strangely soothing. The distant cars, cicadas somewhere in the trees, the quiet pulse of life still moving even after the world had slowed down.

When you reached the convenience store, there it was: his bike, all sleek black and red metal and impulsive choices. He knelt beside the small locked locker beside the building and opened it. Before long, your boyfriend pulled out two helmets. He stood up and handed the smaller one to you.

“You really planned this, didn’t you?” you muttered, both impressed and exasperated.

Sukuna grinned as he handed you yours. “Told you. I knew you’d stay.”

He didn’t mean just tonight, you could feel it in his voice. He meant you would always be there. And somehow, you couldn’t imagine a version of yourself that wouldn’t be. You knew you just would be there with him no matter what.

You adjusted the strap of your helmet, and he did the same. You put your backpack on and went ahead and waited for him to go and settle in the bike. A little while later, he mounted the bike, reaching a hand back for you.

“Hop on, baby.”

You stared at his outstretched hand for half a second before sliding your fingers into his warm, steady, familiar. You climbed onto the seat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, fitting perfectly like it was always meant to be this way.

As the engine rumbled to life beneath you, Sukuna turned his head slightly, just enough for you to hear: “Hold tight, baby.”

And then you were flying through the night, the city lights blurring around you, the wind in your hair, your cheek pressed to his back and for once, there was no race, no pressure, no noise. Just the quiet, steady rhythm of your heartbeat and his and the road stretched out ahead.

YOUR BOYFRIEND TOOK A DIRECTION YOU WEREN’T FAMILIAR WITH. So, you knew that the ride wouldn't go straight home just yet. After a few turns and a sudden stop at a red light, Sukuna glanced over his shoulder and jerked his chin toward a row of late-night food stalls lit by hanging lanterns.

"Are you hungry, baby?" Your boyfriend’s muffled words asked.

You blinked, surprised. “A little, yeah.”

He didn’t wait for more. Just made a turn and parked near a noodle shop tucked between a shuttered bookstore and a flower stand long closed for the night. The kind of place that only came alive after dark, where the steam curled lazily into the air and the air smelled like grilled meat, garlic, and miso broth.

He helped you off the bike without a word, hand brushing yours longer than it needed to. Then he guided you over to one of the small tables, pulling out a stool before sitting across from you like it was routine. Like this was your spot, your time.

You warmed your hands around the miso ramen bowl when it arrived, the heat seeping into your fingers, the aroma making your stomach growl. You caught Sukuna watching you with a faint grin as he picked up his chopsticks.

“What?” you muttered, mouth half-full of noodles.

Sukuna didn’t answer right away. Just grinned, shameless and slow, before lifting another bite to his lips.  “Nothing at all.” he said around a slurp. “You just look cute when you’re hungry.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to appear unbothered, but the tug at the corners of your mouth betrayed you. He was right, after all. You were hungry. Starving, actually. And now that the heat of the broth hit your tongue, salty and umami-rich, it felt like something inside you was finally being soothed after the long, exhausting day.

The noodles glistened in the light, thick and golden, slick with broth and sesame oil. A sheet of seaweed curled at the edge of the bowl like a wave, and soft-boiled egg halves rested on top like treasure. You lifted another bite with your chopsticks, sighing under your breath. Perfect. Exactly what your body and soul needed.

But more than the food,  it was him.

The way Sukuna sat so easily across from you, hunched over his own bowl like this was just another Friday night, like he hadn’t pushed himself to the edge of exhaustion in practice, like you hadn’t nearly missed the last train because you stayed with him. 

There was something comforting about the sight of him like this: wind-tousled hair, flushed cheeks from the heat of the soup, long legs folded under the too-small table. Your foot nudged him under the table, half by accident. He nudged back, deliberately this time.

You laughed when he tried to pick up a slice of pork belly with his chopsticks, only for it to slip and fall with a wet plop back into the broth. He looked up like nothing happened, chewing a bite of noodles with faux innocence.

“Smooth.” you teased.

“Didn’t happen, baby.” he said, deadpan, already moving on to the next bite like the universe hadn’t just humbled him.

You reached into your bowl and gently placed your boiled egg into his, ignoring the soft flicker of surprise on his face. He stared at it for a second. It was a silent gesture, a silent act of affection — one that could only exist if there was genuinity to love.

He then wordlessly pushed the rest of his gyoza toward you. Not just any piece. The one with the crispy, golden brown bottom, perfectly pan-fried and still warm. A quiet trade. A small ritual. Your version of “I like you” without saying it out loud.

The city buzzed softly outside the ramen shop, the hum of scooters and neon signs flickering through the windows. But here, it was just the two of you. The clink of chopsticks, the gentle steam rising between you, the quiet kind of closeness that needed no fanfare. And somehow, the food tasted even better because of it. Because of him.

Half an hour later, the bowl was empty. You were satisfied, as much as your boyfriend was. You finish up your drink as you watch your boyfriend go to the toilet room. He had to go and wash his hands. 

You nodded at him and finished your drink. Once you were finished, you went ahead and called for the bill. Soon enough, your boyfriend returned, looking more comfortable. cleaning up. When the bill came, you pulled out your wallet before he could stop you. 

“Let’s split the bill, my love.”

Sukuna didn’t even look up. “No.”

You huffed. “Come on, let me do this once—”

“I said no.” His tone was casual, but firm, final. He dropped cash on the tray before you could argue again. “I always have to pay, baby. Simple as that.”

“You can’t always pay, my love.” you muttered, cheeks puffed slightly in defiance. “I have money too, you know.”

He looked at you then, truly looked at you. You could see his expression softening as he leaned his elbows on the table, hands loosely clasped in front of him. He sighed, letting himself put the bills on the table.

“I took a job for a reason, you know.” he said quietly. “A new one. It pays more. I was gonna tell you, but I didn’t tell you because you’d make a face like that.”

You blinked. “What face?”

He smirked. “That face. The ‘I don’t want you working too hard’ one.”

You frowned, about to protest, but he beat you to it. “My love—”

“I didn’t take it because I had to. I took it because I wanted to. So I can do this.” He gestured between the two of you, to the food, to the ride. To everything. “So I can take care of you. Not in a weird ‘you’re helpless’ way. But because I want to.”

Your chest aches in the best way. Sukuna looked away, suddenly awkward. “I know it’s dumb or whatever, but I just… it feels good. To be able to give you something. Even if it’s just noodles after practice.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, warmth curling through you like tea on a cold night. “It’s not dumb, my love.” you said softly.

He glanced back at you. You reached across the table and brushed your fingers lightly over his. “It means a lot.”

He squeezed your hand, just once, before leaning back with a grin. “Good. ‘cause you’re not paying for anything when you’re with me. Like always, okay?”

You sighed dramatically, but your heart was still fluttering. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me.” he said, smiling back at you.

BEFORE YOU GOT ON YOUR BOYFRIEND’S MOTORCYCLE, YOU FOUND YOUR PHONE WAS RINGING. You missed the call, but soon enough, your phone buzzed once again. A message comes through almost immediately. You blinked. You pressed on the mail app and glanced at the screen.

[Mom]: Sorry, sweetheart. Dad and I both got called in for OT. We won’t be home tonight — don’t wait up. There’s food in the fridge if you go back. Love you.

You stared at the message for a moment, lips pressed together. You weren’t upset, not really. You were used to it. Your parents were always doing their best, and you were used to their odd schedules. Still, the idea of going home to a quiet, empty apartment after such a long day left a hollow echo in your chest.

Sukuna noticed your shift immediately. He leaned over, nudging your foot again under the table. “Something up?”

You held your phone out for him to see. “They’re going to be stuck at work in Kyoto for the weekend. I’m sure of it.”

He scanned the message once, then looked back at you, tone casual but purposeful. “Then stay at my place.”

You blinked. “What?”

He starts fixing the helmet on your head, being mindful to be careful with everything. “I mean, it’s late. You’re tired. The house is gonna be empty anyway, right?”

You hesitated, not because you were unsure but because of how easily he’d said it, like it was the simplest thing in the world. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like you staying over was just a natural extension of the night. And maybe, with him, it was.

“You sure?” you asked softly.

Sukuna tilted his head, his grin crooked but honest. “Of course. I’m not gonna let you go back alone. Besides, this is normal, no?” he added, his voice dipping just enough to be teasing, “You’ve crashed at my place before, haven’t you?”

“That was during exams, my love.” you muttered. “And we slept in separate rooms.”

He gave a lazy shrug, but there was something fond in the way he looked at you. “Still counts.”

You smiled despite yourself, suddenly aware of how easy it felt, this whole night, really. How the idea of being around him, even in his space, didn’t make you nervous. Maybe because you knew he wouldn’t push. Sukuna talked big, sure. But he respected you in every way possible. Every boundary, every choice. That was the kind of person he was now.

The silence between you wasn’t awkward as he put his own helmet on himself. it was filled with something warm and unspoken, like both of you were thinking the same thing but neither of you had to say it. You zipped your jacket and climbed onto the back of his bike again, you rested your chin lightly against his shoulder.

“You’re sure your parents won’t be there?” you asked as the engine rumbled to life.

Sukuna snorted. “Haven’t been since last year, baby. You know how they are, they’re doctors. They aren’t always going to have time. Much more if they’re busy with medical missions abroad.”

“Oh.” You let it leave your lips. “So they’re not coming back anytime soon?”

“Yeah.” His voice was even. Unbothered, like he’d accepted it a long time ago. “It’s chill. I’ve been on my own long enough to handle myself.”

And it was true. Despite the old rumors that clung to him, the tattoos, the attitude, the reputation of a former delinquent —  Ryomen Sukuna was responsible in a way that often surprised people.

He cooked for himself. Took care of his space. Showed up to practice, even stayed late. He texted you to drink water after training and remembered your exam dates better than you did.

You leaned into him a little more as he pulled out onto the road. “I still can’t believe you used to get into fights, my love.” you said against the wind.

He laughed, low and rough, but not ashamed. “You and everyone else.”

“But look at you now!” you murmured, your voice getting lost in the hum of the city around you. “Taking me home, riding clean, all mature and stuff.”

“Don’t get used to it, baby.” he threw over his shoulder. “I still steal my neighbors’ mail sometimes.”

You laughed, the sound carrying behind you like smoke. “The racy magazines?”

“Why would I need that when I have you?” He snickers, causing you to turn red.

“Ryomen Sukuna!” You smacked his arm.

“Hey, hey, that’s not my name!” He tells you off.

“Well, don’t joke about that!”

The ride to Sukuna’s place wasn’t long at all. It was just a few neighborhoods over but it felt like your arms wrapped around his waist had been there forever. The wind tugged at your sleeves and hair, but his presence in front of you was solid, steady. A calm center in a world that never quite stopped moving.

He parked near his apartment complex and took off his helmet, shaking his hair out. You followed suit, a little dazed from the cold, blinking up at the familiar building. You’d been here before, during cram sessions or the occasional group hangout, but never like this. Not this late, not this quietly.

“C’mon, baby.” Sukuna said, flicking his keys into his palm. “Let’s get you warm.”

Inside, the massive apartment was still and warm, wrapped in the kind of quiet that only existed in the late hours of the night. The door clicked shut softly behind you, and the weight of the world outside seemed to melt away the second you stepped in.

It smelled faintly like sandalwood and laundry detergent. Clean, grounding. The kind of scent that lingered not because it was strong, but because it belonged here. But there was something else, too. A softer note. Vanilla.

It wasn’t overbearing at all. There is just the trace of it, floating gently in the air like an echo of something familiar. His favorite candle must’ve burned earlier that evening. You recognized it instantly, because it was the same scent that clung faintly to your own skin.

You wore that perfume because he liked it.

And he liked it because it smelled like you.

Something about that realization made your chest warm. It’s not just with affection, but with the quiet understanding that your lives were already beginning to tangle around each other in ways you hadn’t even noticed.

You slipped off your shoes at the genkan, the soft click of them against the floor the only sound in the stillness. Sukuna didn’t say much as he locked the door behind you. You knew he didn’t need to. He just looked over at you with that calm, unreadable expression of his, the one you knew by now meant more than most people’s full sentences.

His scarlet eyes followed the way your shoulders relaxed. The way your nose twitched just slightly when the scent hit you. “Smells like home, doesn’t it?” he murmured, voice low.

You turned to him, surprised by the softness in his tone. He was already pulling off his uniform, slinging it onto the back of the couch like he always did, like this space belonged to both of you. And maybe it did at least tonight.

The vanilla note lingered in the air. On your clothes. On your boyfriend’s jacket. In the space between your bodies. You could feel your cheeks turn flustered as you let it take over you.

When he passed you in the hallway, his fingers brushed your wrist. It was so casual, familiar. But his nose dipped to your shoulder for just a second, breathing you in like the scent itself calmed him.

“Smells like you, baby.” he added, barely audible. “That’s why I use it. That’s why I like it.”

He moved past you without waiting for your reply, but his words stayed suspended in the air, just like the scent. You could tell that it was warm, sweet, and quietly meaningful. Because here, in this apartment too big for one, he longs for the similar warmth he finds in you.

“Do you wanna go shower now?” he called from the kitchen, voice low and casual, the clinking of mugs and the soft sound of boiling water behind him.

You looked up from where you were nestled on the couch, blanket loosely around your shoulders. The apartment’s warmth, the scent of vanilla and clean laundry, and the sound of him moving around so comfortably — it all made your limbs feel heavier with sleep.

Still, you nodded, sitting up straighter. “U–uh, yeah! Thank you, baby.”

Sukuna came back into view holding a mug of hot tea, his hair a little messy from running his fingers through it. He set the cup down on the table in front of you, his usual crooked grin softening as his eyes met yours.

“I’ll get the bathtub ready for you, baby.” he said, crouching down slightly to press a slow, affectionate kiss against your cheek.

The press of his lips was warm. Familiar. Like punctuation on a sentence you’d been living in for a while now. He stood and gave your hand a small squeeze. “Bathroom’s down the hall if you wanna wash up, like usual. You remember, right?”

You nodded again, heart fluttering. Not because it was new, but because it was him. Because of the way he said, like usual, like this wasn’t just some rare overnight visit, like you belonged here often enough to have a routine. It made you feel like you were slipping into the shape of something deeper.

As he walked off, already heading toward his room, he added without turning back, “I’ll get you some clothes, okay?”

You heard him rummaging in his drawers a moment later, opening the linen cabinet, adjusting the water in the bath. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t performative. It was love, plain and simple. It was the kind that unfolded in everyday things.

In hot tea made with muscle memory.

In drawing a bath because he knew your muscles were sore.

In giving you space to breathe, even as he held you close.

You stood slowly, picking up the tea, fingers curling around the warm ceramic. The smell was chamomile, your favorite. Because of course he remembered. And as you walked down the softly lit hall, the sound of water running in the tub, the scent of him lingering on the borrowed hoodie you wore, you realized this wasn’t just his apartment anymore.

It was a place you could rest. A place where you were thought of, cared for, to be loved.

And when you reached the bathroom door, the steam curling under it like an invitation, you found a small pile of neatly folded clothes waiting for you just outside. His hoodie. His sweatpants. And a pair of fuzzy socks he never admitted were his. A quiet laugh slipped from your lips.

“God, I love him.” you whispered. “So much.”

You stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in steam and warmth, skin still dewy from the hot water. Your muscles felt loose, your mind lighter. The air smelled faintly of his body wash. Something clean, woodsy, and unmistakably him. Because of course it lingered on the towel he left for you, on the oversized hoodie you now wore.

His sweatpants were a little too long, pooling around your ankles, and his hoodie practically swallowed you whole. But it was perfect. It was like stepping into a version of him that could hold you. Keep you safe. Keep you close.

You padded quietly down the hall, the fuzzy socks soft against the wooden floor, following the warm light and low hum of sound coming from the living room. Sukuna was already on the couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest, the TV casting a soft glow across his face. 

Some old movie was playing through already. Your boyfriend probably picked something with a slow plot, something gentle, something that wouldn’t make you think too hard. He didn’t look up right away. He was sipping his own cup of tea, long legs stretched out in front of him, relaxed in a way that was rare.

But when he felt your weight dip onto the couch next to him, he turned his head and just smiled. A slow, lazy grin that made your chest ache a little. He looked at you like you were the best part of his evening. Like this moment, you are in his clothes, fresh from a bath he ran for you, hair damp, cheeks pink. It was everything he never knew he needed.

“You look cute, baby.” he murmured, voice still warm from tea. He nudged your socked foot with his. “Comfy?”

You nodded, bringing the tea to your lips. It was the perfect temperature now, just like always. He had a knack for timing things without ever making a fuss about it. You sighed happily, finding yourself comforted by the warmth of it streaming through your throat.

“Come here.” he said, tugging you gently by the hand until you were curled beside him, your head resting against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your temple and didn’t move away. Just held you there, your tender fingers tangled in his hoodie sleeve, your heartbeat steadying against his. 

“Thanks for letting me stay, my love.” you said quietly, eyes flicking over to him.

He tilted his head toward you, mouth pulling into that half–smile you’d grown to love. “Of course.”

There was a beat, and then he added, voice softer now, more real. “I like having you here.”

You didn’t respond right away. Just leaned your head onto his shoulder, and his hand found yours under the blanket without needing to look. Fingers laced together. No pressure. No expectation. Just two tired people who didn’t have to be alone tonight.

After finishing your tea, you were knocked out fast. One moment, you were curled up beside him with the blanket tucked up to your chin, still mumbling something half-coherent about the weird game show on TV and the next, you were asleep, your breath steady and warm against his arm.

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t move. Not right away. He just sat there, elbow resting on the back of the couch, chin in hand, eyes on you. The light from the TV cast soft shadows across your face, flickering between color and grayscale as the screen changed. 

Your lips were parted slightly. The tiniest furrow had settled between your brows. You always did that when you were overtired. He wanted to smooth it away with his thumb but didn’t want to wake you.

“You’re ridiculous, aren’t you?” he murmured under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching in something almost like disbelief.

He’d grown up very well. At least everyone said so. Twenty centimeters taller since his first year of high school. Shoulders broader. Voice deeper. There were times even he didn’t recognize it when it slipped out of his mouth. Like now, quiet and low, barely above a whisper.

“I feel like my height keeps getting bigger, baby.… But it’s nothing compared to how much I’m growing into this feeling.” he murmured, eyes still on you. “Into you.”

He exhaled a laugh, barely a sound. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing, at saying it all aloud, even when no one was awake to hear it. He wanted to scream to the world everything and anything for you. Yet there was something in him that wanted to keep it all between the two of you. But something about watching you sleep, peaceful and trusting, made it easier. Honest.

“I used to think feelings were just something people talked about to sound poetic, smarter people than me.” he muttered, adjusting the blanket around your shoulder, careful not to disturb you. “But I swear, baby…..Every time I look at you, it feels like my chest feels like it’s got more room to stretch. Like my heart’s got a growth spurt too.”

He leaned back against the couch and let his eyes close for a moment. You were breathing softly, your hand still resting over his. And Ryomen Sukuna, the boy who once thought he didn’t need anyone, didn’t trust anyone, who fought his way through life with fists and silence, found he didn’t want to move a muscle. 

Not when you were here. Not when it felt like all the versions of him, the one from before, the one now, and the one he was still becoming could rest in this one moment, with you.

epilogue

Olympic Gold Medalist Ryomen Sukuna’s “10 Things I Can’t Live Without” – Sports Illustrated Japan

The camera’s already rolling when Ryomen Sukuna walks in with a smile on his face. He was taller than most imagined, wearing a relaxed black hoodie, sweatpants, and the practiced calm of someone who’s used to the spotlight now. 

His hair’s a bit messy, his wedding band gleams under the studio lights, and the producer whispers that he smells faintly like vanilla. He sits down and flashes that familiar half-smirk, the one that made him a favorite on and off the court.

“Alright, Sukuna–san!” the interviewer says brightly. “You’ve got a duffel bag full of your top ten can’t-live-without items. Let’s see what made the cut.”

He unzips the bag with a shrug. “They’re not exciting at all.” he warns, eyes glinting. “But they’re real. I carry them everywhere.”

“Okay, item one.” He holds up his left hand, fingers curling slightly to show the simple, beautiful band. “I take it off during games, but it’s always in my knee pad bag. So I’ll know where it is, always. It’s not just about marriage. It’s about her being with me, no matter where I am. Even at the Olympics.”

“Item two, it’s my hoodie!” He pulls out a worn black hoodie and brings it close to his nose, smiling softly. “My wife used to wear this all the time in high school. She used to steal it. Still does. But we traded when I finished wearing mine. Afterwards,  it always smelled like her, that soft vanilla scent. I kept it, washed it, but it still smells like her somehow. It’s stupid comforting.”

He hugs it for a second, unapologetically. “I wear it on game days when I’m nervous. She doesn’t know that.”

The camera zooms in briefly on a faint heart embroidered inside the collar. In the inside of the pockets too, there was the words, ‘my love’ etched into it. 

“Okay, so this is item three.” He says as he takes it out carefully in the bag. It’s a candid. You’re sitting on a park bench, laughing at something off-camera. There’s a coffee in your hand and his hoodie on your shoulders. “No makeup. No posing. Just her being her.”

The interviewer looked at him, blinking. “You always take it with you?”

“Of course, I do.” He smiles. “I keep this next to my bed. Especially on overseas trips. Gold medal’s somewhere in a drawer, but this? This is front and center.”

“Okay, this is item four.” He says to the camera.  A small bundle tied with a ribbon. “My wife is a big coffee drinker, but she also loves tea. I usually buy this for her. But I also bought an extra pack for me.”

“I didn’t know you liked chamomile tea too, Sukuna–san.”

“Well now you do!” He laughs at the comment, putting the tea bag pouch away. “It’s as much a ritual before going bed. I make her coffee as much as her tea. But when I’m not there to drink it with her, I take a picture and send it to her, telling her I’m going to bed. And to remind her to drink some when I’m not there too.”

“It seems like you do everything for her and with her.”

He nodded, happily.  “That’s what happens when you’re happy together.”

“Okay, this is just for like affirmations when I’m not using my phone.” It was a folded stack of old text messages printed on paper, worn at the edges. “Item five, my wife’s texts!”

“You have your wife’s texts printed out?” The interviewer seemed stunned. “I would have thought it would be letters!”

“I do have some of them, but her texts are so cute too, I couldn’t help it.” He says, a bit flustered as he rubbed the back of his head. “She doesn’t know I did this. But when we were long distance, I printed the texts she sent me before games. They helped me win. Keeps me sane.”

“.....That is something, Sukuna–san.”

“I know.” He laughs. “But she was funnier than any sports psychologist.”

“Okay, item seven.” He says, as he carefully takes out something from a small pouch. It’s a beat-up keychain. A tiny volleyball charm with his name engraved. “Ta-da!”

“That’s a really cute keychain.” The interviewer smiled.

“She gave me this before a regional tournament in middle school. Said, ‘Don’t lose it, or your winning streak ends.’ I didn’t. And I haven’t.”  He taps it thoughtfully. “I don’t believe in luck. But I believe in her.”

 “Okay, item seven.” He says as he lifts a dog-eared cookbook with sticky notes and handwriting in the margins. “As you can tell, my wife is definitely a doctor.”

“Your wife writes so interestingly, Sukuna–san.” The interviewer leaned in. “Does she speak English? Some of them are written in that!”

Sukuna nodded at the interviewer. “Yeah, yeah. She needed it for her studies and research papers. She taught me a bit of it, too.”

“Does she cook a lot at home, or do you?”  

“I cook more than her, but she does cook.” Sukuna says, as he looks at your writing fondly. “She doesn’t think she’s a good cook, but every time she figured out a dish I liked, she’d write a note next to it. ‘Too salty, don’t let him lie.’ Stuff like that.”

“That’s actually hilarious of her!” The interviewer laughs. 

He chuckles. “She still writes me new ones.”

“This is definitely item eight.” It was all too pink. Ridiculously and undoubtedly yours. “My wife has a collection of really weird socks. She loves to wear them at work, because they’re comfortable.”

“This was when we were kids, though.” He continues, laughing as he inspects it. “She forgot them at my place once. I wore them as a joke. Now I wear them when I’m injured or exhausted. Or when I want to feel comfortable. Somehow they work better than compression sleeves.”

“It could be lucky socks too!”

“That’s true.” He nodded, laughing once again. “But she just says it’s because I love her. And maybe she’s right.”

“Okay, item nine.” He says as he takes out a near-empty bottle. He turns it over in his hand carefully. “She loves vanilla scents. I started to notice it in middle school.”

The interviewer blinked. “Oh, isn’t this….this was an old release.”

“It is, it is.” He confirmed. “I bought it from someone who had it. She uses a similar scent to this now, since it's discontinued. But this was what she wore when we first started dating.”

 “It’s incredible it lasted this long, Sukuna–san.”

“I know!” He agrees with them. “But I will try to make it last. Every time I smell it now, it reminds me of those first nights. Taking her home after practice, ramen dates, sneaking into my apartment while our parents were working late.”

“What will you do when it finally runs out?”

He pauses to think. “Well, I think I’ll have to find more of it. Unless the company wants to bring this back, of course.”

“Bring it back, company–san!”

He laughs. “Yeah, bring it back. But until now, I need to ration. I keep it sealed now. Memory in a bottle.”

“Okay, this is my last item.” He says as he takes it out. He doesn’t open it. He just taps the envelope with a soft, reverent look. The words ‘my love’ reflected on the envelope. “This is her letter to me for the first Olympics.”

The interviewer inspected it. “It’s never been opened?”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head. “It’s just stayed that way.”

“But why?” The interviewer looked curious.

“She gave it to me right before the first Olympics. But she told me not to read it unless I lost.” He smiles, eyes gleaming with warmth. “I never opened it. Not because I didn’t want to… but because I didn’t need to. Just knowing she wrote it was enough.”

The interviewer clears their throat. “That’s all ten. Are you surprised everything was about her?”

Sukuna grins, no hesitation. “Not really. She’s everything. Why would I need anything else?”

The camera lingers on him a moment longer. Olympic champion, national hero, absolute softie in love before the lights dim. And somewhere off-screen, you’re probably watching with a knowing smile on your face. Because of course he’d pack you in every part of his life. He always has.

[comatosebunny09]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

leon being the annoying golden retriever blond to sylus's black cat is so fjeiwfjioewjfiogier

i think leon should show up to her door with muffins as a welcome gift. you know to welcome her to the neighbourhood (and definitely not because he saw her cool ass bike in the driveway and had to know who it belonged to)

meanwhile i think sylus should send mephisto and the twins to check in on her (and figure out who the fuck that blond is lmaoooo)

Maaaaaan, I could muse about this for daaaayyyys!

Baking isn’t Leon’s forte, so he stops by the local bakery to grab you a variety pack of muffins to welcome you to this sleepy, quiet town. You’re new—you don’t know where all the good spots are yet. You probably won’t even notice he didn’t make ‘em.

The muffins are really an excuse to be nosy. Leon was half-awake in the wee hours of the morning when he heard your motorcycle purring in the driveway next door. That house had been empty for a while. Of course, he was interested to see who bagged it.

And, of course, being a motorcycle connoisseur himself, he wanted to get a good look at your bike. Not many people rode around here. Who knows—maybe you could waste your weekends riding together, bonding over a beer or two.

He expects some hulking man with money to blow to answer the door after he rings your doorbell. Maybe ex-military or an agent like him, laying low. But he’s stumped when he shifts his gaze down, and you’re there instead. Quiet, delicate, smelling like flowers—all the stereotypical shit.

He suddenly feels self-conscious on your porch, holding a tray of muffins, shifting his weight between his feet, smiling crooked and awkward. You definitely don’t look like someone from this side of the planet. Like you should be modeling, singing, dancing, giving men a run for their money.

You break the tense silence with a soft, “Hello,” and Leon feels like the Earth’s spinning away from him. Gorgeous, and you have the audacity to sound like that? Double kill.

He’s suddenly forgotten how to speak, his tongue heavy in his mouth as he hands you the tray of muffins with a constipated, half-smile. You laugh something bewitching, stepping onto your porch to meet him properly with a handshake.

This has the makings of an interesting acquaintanceship.

—

Meanwhile, tucked away in Onychinus’ base in his study, Sylus sits behind his desk, contemplative, tapping the tips of his fingers together.

Luke and Kieran stand in good form on the other side, shoulders set, lips tight, heads held high. Something’s on the boss-man’s mind. Something that’s been furrowing his brows and making him mutter incomprehensible things under his breath. He’s been out of it for a while, not completely present. The twins narrowed the change in behavior down to one pivotal shift in the organization's dynamic.

“You wanted to see us?” asks Kieran in an attempt to dispel the pressure in the room.

Sylus’ gaze snaps to him. Both boys pipe up like they’re about to be scolded by an irate parent.

Sylus sighs something weighted, sitting up in his seat. “Yes,” he drawls, “I need one of you for a critical mission. I don’t care who it is,” he says, sounding exhausted, waving his hand dismissively. “You can play rock-paper-scissors for all I care. Just…pick.”

Must be something really pressing if it’s got the boss looking like he hasn’t slept in decades.

In the end, because they kept reaching a draw—stupid singular twin braincell—Sylus ships both of them off under the pretense of “vacationing” to keep an eye out for his favorite little femme fatale who slipped between his fingers without so much as a goodbye. 

[fancyfeathers]

Burn It All Down

(Yandere!Justice League & Yandere!Young Justice)

Based on Yandere!Justice League with their darling!children AU

Previous Chapter <- Chapter Eleven, Arrow Wounds -> Next Chapter

This chapter is told from the perspective of Bruce Wayne's Daughter!Reader

Each chapter will be the perspective of the reader but as the different children since when I originally had this concept, they were all darling/reader characters.

“Wait, why is only Songbird going out on this mission alone?” You heard Supergirl question as you shoved a few more pieces of civilian clothing into your backpack just in case you would be staying in Star City longer than intended. “We could help too.”

“None of you have any experience yet, let alone experience in the dead of the night,” Huntian replied. All of your friends had gathered in your bedroom, which you shared with Supergirl. You were packing for a mission to Star City, Hex’s tracking spell had found that Oliver Queen’s son was on the move back to Star City, which none of you liked the sound of. So you were on your back to Star City in order to track him down as Songbird since you were the so-called leader of this group of misfits. “I would go with her, but someone needs to watch you all.”

“Hey!”

“We’re not that bad.”

“That’s enough.” The sound of your voice was enough for all of them to be quiet, maybe it was the slight irritation that lingered on the tip of your tongue or maybe it was because of how your shoulders were tense. You were on a bit of edge at the moment, you certainly did not want to go back to Star City this soon, after all, you left without saying a word to Oliver and Dinah, just taking your motorcycle out in the middle of the night while they were handling different cases on the opposite side of the city. You could not help but think that they only took you in as if to fill the void of their missing child. You sighed, throwing your backpack over your shoulder looking over all your friends to see them staring at you which was not exactly surprising since this was the first time any of them saw you in your suit. “Look I don’t know how long I will be gone, so just don’t start any incident with anyone-”

“What if someone starts something with us?”

“Then just… okay we’re not doing hypothetical questions right now.” You replied to the question of Blitz which was clearly asked just to irritate you. You glanced at Hex, who was sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone. “Hex, you ready?”

“Sure.” He shrugged before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed as he began to stand up. “Look just be careful, the last thing we need-”

“Just cast the damn spell.”

“Geez… fine.” Everyone but you stepped back as Hex raised up his hand towards you, his eyes turning a dark shade of red and it was as if his very veins were glowing beneath his skin. You felt the ground beneath your feet change from a carpeted floor to a concrete alleyway as he spoke out the incantation from his lips. “Efas slevart.”

It was always a headache whenever he cast a teleportation spell, it gave you a heavy feeling of disorientation as you tried to catch your balance once again, your vision fading from your bedroom to an alleyway in Star City. It was just after sunset, and parts of the far west sky were still shades of purple, pink, and orange, no doubt that you would most likely have to avoid the city’s night time patrollers. You forced yourself to find your balance once again before springing up like a cat, catching your grip on odd edges and ledges of one of the buildings that surrounded the alleyway, climbing to the top and swinging your legs up over so that you landed atop of the rooftop. The city was the same as you remembered it, the smell, the sounds, the sight of it all, the only thing is that you were alone this time around. 

You sat on top of a rooftop, it was an apartment building across the street from the Star City General Hospital. You were switching between busy areas in the city, keeping watch over places you could possibly think your next target so to speak could be. Right now at least you were indulging yourself, placing an order at a fast food restaurant before it closed, paying online, and picking it up when no one was looking because the last thing you wanted was to be spotted as Songbird after you had been away from Star City for almost two months now. You munched on a chicken strip that you ordered, dipped in honey mustard with a side of fries, it was not the healthiest meal but you felt like indulging yourself for a chance. 

“Midnight snack?” You jumped when you heard an all too familiar voice behind you, but just as you looked over your shoulder before you could even get your hands on one of your throwing knives, you saw him, his hands up as if to show he meant no threat, despite that he was dressed in his suit, Green Arrow. Your body relaxed only slightly as you saw he only came to talk at least, so you let him step forward, coming to sit down next to you. “You always did get peckish on patrols.”

“Ya… why are you here?” You asked, not wanting to waste any time on pleasantries like Oliver tended to do, especially with his sense of humor. “How did you find me?”

“I saw you from the hospital window, sort of hard to not notice you since you lived with me for over a year.” He spoke as if nothing was wrong, as if you did not leave without a word to him and you were just sitting in the kitchen with him not as Songbird. “Thought I might as well come and keep you company, cold night after all.”

“We both know that’s not the reason you came out here.” Your words felt like a harsh contrast to his more soft words to you as if he was someone you would interrogate in an alleyway and not one of your mentors that you lived with for over a year, someone who said he saw you as a daughter. “Why were you at the hospital? Or is it just another thing you can’t tell me?”

“It’s not something I’ve told you-”

“Great, so just another secret, just like those trackers you put in my clothing without telling me.” You could see his jaw tighten as you cut him off, perhaps getting slightly irritated at your attitude. “Look I don’t know why I even bother asking anymore-”

“Eight years ago, Roy was abducted and the Roy you may have encountered over the last few years is a clone made by an organization called The Light, he was unknowingly a mole, a sleeper agent in a way. When he was free from their control he started looking for the original Roy and we all thought he was dead until now.” You watched as Oliver turned his head to glance at the hospital, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as a look of self-directed disappointment and shame. All of this felt insanely hard to believe it was not for the amount of secrets that were kept from you. “He was cryogenically frozen for eight years, he’s not awake yet but that is to be expected-”

“Who is in this organization you’re talking about?”

“Why are you asking?” Despite his guilt, you could feel his eyes narrow at you as if he knew you were hiding something from him. “You left without telling us, and then you are found helping runaway children, one of which has Kryptonian powers presenting, do you have any idea of how dangerous that is?”

“I’m a vigilante, danger is sort of my thing.” You snapped back at him, you could feel your fists begin to clench up, your arms tensing up. “Besides those children are both legal adults, they shouldn’t have anyone breathing down their necks.”

“What if The Light gets ahold of any of you, huh? What if they kidnap you like they did with Roy? What happens then?”

“Then that is our problem to deal with!” You finally lost it, you raised your voice at him. You groaned, pushing yourself to stand up from where you sat on the rooftop ledge, walking across the rooftop, and turning your back to Oliver. “I’ve just had enough, first I find out my mom is missing and I have Ra’s Al Ghul breathing down my neck, waiting for me to mess up, and now this! I am tired of being pained as just some disobedient child, I am someone who is absolutely exhausted by all this b-”

You stopped yourself suddenly when you felt something hit your neck, it could not be an arrow, it was too small. You reached back and yanked whatever hit you out from your skin, bringing it to your eyes to see, it was a dart. Panic overtook you, these were normally laced with poison or some sort of sleeping drugs, the latter was far more likely given the circumstances.

“I really didn’t want to do that, but this is for your own good.” Your blood ran cold when you heard your former mentor speak to you behind you as your eyes grew heavier and you could hardly keep your balance. You felt his arms come around you to catch you from falling as your body grew limp and heavy and your vision began to grow dark. “I’m really sorry it came to this.”

“So… you want to help her?” There were faces watching the scene of your fall from where you would never be able to see. “Kind of temperamental.”

“She would do the same with me if I was in danger, so I would call her a friend.” A certain man around your age responded to his friend. He turned around, looking over the abandoned office building they were hidden away in, he had a few friends himself just like you but only his father would be considered a hero. “You all go meet with her friends, I’m going to track her and keep up with where she is taken.”

“You’re going to follow Green Arrow alone?”

“Well, can any of you keep up with my dad?”

When you woke up it felt like you had a horrible hangover, it was white all around you, almost reminiscent of a hospital room, It was definitely a hospital room of sorts, perhaps Oliver’s dart did have poison instead of a drug, or maybe both since you would definitely use both. Once your vision cleared you noticed that there was an IV in your arm, heart monitors, and of course, you were handcuffed to the bed’s railing. You were only in your suit, only your jacket had been removed and was currently draped across a chair in the room, your weapons and gear were removed, not in sight anywhere so you guessed that they were either disposed of or being examined. You did not know what was in the IV, so you tried to bend your head down to use your teeth to pull out the needle.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it’s an anti-poison.” There was no one else in the room with you, or at least that is what you thought, but you certainly thought wrong. You watched as quite literally out of nowhere the green-skinned face of Miss Martian appeared, you almost forgot that Martians can go invisible. She smiled at you as the chair in the room where your jacket was draped began to move on its own so she could sit closer to your bedside. “Green Arrow brought you by early this morning, there was no good place to keep you in Star City that…”

“That I couldn’t break out of? Please that is the only way you could phrase it, after all, I know all of Oliver’s hiding holes.” You could not cross your arms due to your current state, leaving you feeling exposed, so you settled for resting your head on the propped-up on the back of the bed. “So let me guess, I’m here indefinitely?”

“Yes, but-”,

“Just don’t start with me right now.”

“Look there isn’t much of a choice, but if The Light got their hands on any of you it could destroy the Justice League, this is in your own best interest.” She was sweet, just like how her adopted cousin described her but you just could not help but feel some sort of anger towards her.

“Then what? If the Justice League deals with The Light then what will happen to us? I don’t exactly think that Batman will be too keen on me becoming Songbird again.” You rolled your eyes, scoffing under your breath. “It’s not about that, it’s about controlling what they are afraid to lose.”

“Look, I’m just the one watching you tonight, I just thought it could be a nice night…” She sighed, standing up from her chair and forcing herself to smile again as if nothing was wrong. “I made some-”

“I’m not hungry.” You cut her off, not even bothering to look at her as you spoke. You would need to figure out a way to get out, break out of your cuffs, get a layout of the building, and hopefully get on to their computer system to dig for any information about The Light and confirm if your theory was correct, Oliver only darted you after you mentioned Ra’s Al Ghul which gave you a sneaking suspicion given everything else that transpired that the Demon’s Head was a member of the light. “Besides my hands are kind of immobile at the moment and I would rather not have someone hand-feed me.” 

“But-” 

“It’s alright M’gann, she’s always been stubborn. It is just in her nature, she has always been that way since she was a little girl, just like her mom.” You just felt irritation build up in your gut at the sound of your older brother’s voice, you tilted your head to turn to look at the doorway, and like you thought it was Dick Grayson, standing in his Nightwing suit. “Hell when she was ten she swallowed a chest piece just because she didn’t want to play with me, that was one interesting trip to the emergency room, wasn’t it?”

“I remember hoping that I would choke and die.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Well, I wasn’t joking, Dick.”

“Look, as much as I want to make sure you are comfortable and happy while you are here, but I need to ask you some questions.” You would have rolled your eyes but instead you felt your breath hitch in your throat as you saw Dick show his hand, a necklace chain wrapped around his fingers, the necklace that Ra’s Al Ghul gave you with water from the Lazarus Pit, he must have taken it off of you while you were asleep. “Starting with why you have water from the Lazarus Pit with you?”

“Pass.”

“This is not a pass sort of question, baby bird-”

“And don’t call me that either.”

“Look just answer the question, make this easier for all of us,” M’gann cut into the conversation, her voice was soft as if she was speaking to a child or a wounded animal that was backed up into a corner. “We just want to protect you all.”

“I call bullshit.”

“Enough!” You knew you pissed off your older brother when he raised his voice at you, a rare thing even when you were disobedient as a child. His eyes narrowed at you from behind his mask, walked over to your bed, and grabbed your face, squeezing your jaw and cheeks in his firm grasp. “Why do you have water from the Lazarus Pit? Did Ra’s Al Ghul give it to you?”

“I didn’t have a choice!” You snapped back at your older brother and you saw his features relax slightly when you finally started to answer his question. “He trapped me in a corner, I have to continue being Songbird, or else he is going to drag me off to god knows where just like they did with my mom! Or did you not know Ra’s was the one who took mom? I’m guessing he took her because Talia wanted her.”

“...Jesus.” He sighed, he paused for a moment before glancing over at M’gann with a look of concern as he released your face from his near-bruising grip. It took a moment for him to speak M’gann even if he was looking at her as if he was going to say something. “Keep an eye on her and take care of her, I… I need to go talk to the Justice League about this.”

“I understand, I should use an inhibitor collar for when she wants to walk freely?”

“I’m sorry, an inhibitor collar?”

“It’s a collar that limits the powers of those who have them, but it is also used for people who don’t have any powers to limit any risk-”

“So it’s a fucking dog collar?” You cut off your brother’s explanation, if you had your hands free you were sure that you would be strangling the living daylights out of your brother. “Ya, I think I’ll pass. I would rather not be treated like a disobedient puppy dog.”

“Fine, suit yourself, but you are staying here, understand?”

“Dick… go fuck yourself.” You could practically feel the disappointment and irritation radiating off of your brother when you spoke to him like that. You let yourself lean back on your bed, closing your eyes in a clear attempt to shut everything out. 

“I guess… just let her rest, M’gann… she is exhausted.” You heard Dick’s voice speak to his friend, his voice was soft as if he was hurting himself. “I think we all are after everything that has happened.”

“I understand, I’ll look after her until you get back.”

“Thank you, M’gann, you have no idea what that means to me right now.”

[biggie-chcese]

Gift Giving in Rain Code

playing 100line had me remembering how it always made me sad that rain code never lets the player give gifts to the other detectives. they're a cute and fun way to flesh out the cast and deepen character bonds.

it'd be fun to have some sort of magical gachapon machine in the city that dispenses gifts if you gather collectable "Shinigami-coins" similar to how you find shinigami statues laying around, so there are more reasons to explore kanai ward. or maybe detective points could even be spent on it so there are more reasons to do side-quests.

if you give the best gifts, you can unlock a conversation or event with the other detectives like a sort of upgraded gumshoe gab. it'd be even better if you can unlock interactions where the cast could hang out as a group...

so here's my comprehensive list of what i think the cast's favorite gifts would be if you got to do danganronpa-style gachapon gifts:

(some spoilers under the cut. i have some overlap in gifts because i'm considering what it'd be like if it was actually in the game)

Shinigami: Bloodstained Knife, Girl's Panties, Rice Ball Treat, Risque Bikini, Yuma Plushie

Yakou: Kamasaki Meat Bun (obviously), Cheap Booze, Handmade Detective's Badge, Cigarette Pack, Arcade Tickets

Halara: Kitten Plushie, 5,000 Shien Bill, Steel Heels, Lucky Cat Keychain, Lollipop Bouquet

Desuhiko: Makeup Kit, Fresh Threads, Guitar Amp, Girl's Panties, Fizzy Soda Pop

Fubuki: Legendary Sword, Chocolate Energy Bar, Retro Gaming Console, Ornate Dagger, Adventurer's Whip

Vivia: Big Fluffy Pillow, Obscure Book Collection, Sleep Mask, Mysterious Syringe, Sharp Razors

Kurumi: High Quality Camera, Play Detective's Kit, Running Shoes, Night Vision Goggles, Gossip Magazine

Makoto: Champagne, Snazzy Suit, Rubber Ducky, Creepy Mask, Charcuterie Board, (Secret favorite gift: Sherlock Holmes Story Collection)

(even though the train detectives never make it to kanai ward, i did theirs for fun)

Zilch: Wolf Pelt, Leather Boots, Sunflower Seeds, Survivalist's Lighter, Glasses Cleaner

Aphex: Switchblade, Playing Cards, Spiked Baseball Bat, Men's Fitness Magazine, Tissue Box

Pucci: Noise Canceling Headphones, Cute Pouch, Bear Plushie, Fidget Toy, Pudding Treat

Melami: Flashy Jacket, Makeup Kit, Platform Boots, Occult Magazine, Stick-on Rhinestones

Zange: Model Revolver, Whiskey, Flip Phone, Hair Gel, Fountain Pen, Hand Mirror

and i also did the peacekeepers for fun, even though I genuinely believe yuma would never give them gifts lol:

Yomi: Torture Instrument Set, Golden Cane Tip, Royal Crown, Model Gun, Fuzzy Handcuffs

Martina: Ball Gag, Parasol, Elegant Motorcycling Gear, Forged Evidence, Picture of Yomi

Swank: Gold Bars, 5,000 Shien Bill, Sirloin Steak, Fancy Cigar, Leather Wallet

Seth: Megaphone, Wilted Bouquet, Wooden Flute, Dried Flower Bookmark, Ear Plugs

Guillaume: Crystal Ball, Tarot Reading Set, Occult Magazine, Streaming Headset, Voodoo Doll

Dominic: Machine Oil, Training Weights, Sleep Mask, Metal Polish, Punching Bag

also, for fun, i think if you could give gifts to yuma as another character, this would be his gift list:

Yuma: Instant Coffee Packets (after chapter 0, he gets upset if you give him a cup of already prepared coffee), Sherlock Holmes Story Collection, Handmade Detective's Badge, Rubiks Cube, Strange Keychain (the keychain is a tiny shinigami figurine, like the canon overworld collectables)

the description for the keychain would say "A small metal keychain featuring a strange ghost. It's said to store fond memories of friendship."

and that's that! if anyone has any other ideas for a gift giving system in rain code i'd love to hear them!

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Summer School: Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @kiwiwatermelonsuger @sadgenderfluidmaniac @junghwansy2k 

Daniel meets you because of a summer arts program. Him and Amanda have been divorced over a year and they’ve been trying to figure out a way to prise Anthony away from his screen. It’s gotten worse since the split, his son has retreated entirely into the world of video games.  

Daniel can’t help but feel responsible for that. He was the one that told Amanda he was unhappy, the one that made her realise that she was unhappy too. In the beginning he thought maybe if he’d kept his mouth shut they could have persevered but time has given him clarity, they were friends more than lovers and Daniel, he wants passion, he wants romance. He deserves that and so does Amanda.

It's Amanda that finds the program, it allows students to try out different art forms over a six week period. Painting, pottery, metal work. Anthony protests at first but they present a united front, if he doesn’t attend he spends the entire summer without any screen time at all.

The first week Anthony complains relentlessly. Painting is very much not his thing and Daniel happens to agree, he’s all for self-expression but Anthony’s work, it’s beyond terrible.

The same goes for pottery, he comes home with a bowl that’s slanted to one side with weird, wonky edges. Daniel takes it into work and uses it to hold his paperclips.

By the time week three rolls around Daniel expects more of the same, he’s used to Anthony’s sullen moods, he’s been sulking ever since summer school started. Today however when he gets into Daniel’s car, it’s the most animated he’s seen him in years. His eyes are bright, he’s excited. He shows Daniel the motorcycle he’s made out of nuts bolts and wrenches and he’s completely blown away.

“Jak’s been giving me tips on making my own designs.” He tells his father proudly. “We need to hit the art supply store so I can get a sketch book and some pencils.”

That night Daniel calls Amanda after dinner.

“It’s like he’s a completely different kid. I don’t know who this Jak guy is but he’s worked wonders on him. He hasn’t looked at a screen all night.” He tells her as he watches Anthony sketching out design ideas on the kitchen table. “I feel like we should be gifting him a car.”

“Maybe we go smaller.” She says thoughtfully. “Start with some beers from that microbrewery you like. We don’t wanna scare him off by coming on a little too strong.”

“Yea I think I have a six pack somewhere, I’ll drop it off tomorrow morning.” Daniel murmurs, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck. “I’ll ask if he does classes outside of the summer school. I’d like to keep the momentum going.”

He drops Anthony off a little early the next morning so he can pop in and meet the man who has managed to engage his son. He has the six pack of mixed microbrews tucked under his arm when he raps his knuckles on the door and pokes his head inside.

“Hey, I’m looking for Jak.” He says to the woman sorting through the cardboard box of random metal bits and pieces.

“You’ve found her.” You say looking up from your task.

“You’re Jak?” He asks, his dark eyebrows raising as he drinks you in.

You are the furthest thing from metalwork artist that he ever expected. You’re breathtaking for starters, he means that literally, the oxygen catches in his throat when he looks at you.

“You were expecting a man.” You say in an amused tone before gesturing towards the box of beers. “Starting a little early.”

“Ah no.” Daniel says his cheeks colouring just a little as he sets them on the desk beside him. “They’re for you, a thank you for the work you’re doing with Anthony. It’s the first time I’ve seen him engaged with anything other than a video game since the divorce.”

He watches as you approach, his mouth going dry. There’s a sensuality to your movements, a gracefulness and it sends heat flushing through Daniel as he watches your fingertips caress the glass of each of the bottles as you study the flavours.

“A nice variation.” You say before slotting them back in the cardboard. “You’ve picked some of my favourites Mr LaRusso.”

“Danny.” He asserts and the edges of your mouth tip up into a smile.

Something blossoms in his chest and it feels like he’s seeing the sun rise for the very first time. This is what he was missing with Amanda, this passion, this fire.

“Ok Danny.” You say and he loves the way his name rolls off his lips. “What can I help you with?”

“I wanted to know if you do sessions like this after the summer? Anthony, he’s really excited about working with you. My ex-wife and I would really like to keep the momentum going if we can, make sure he has a creative outlet.” Danny tells you as you lean back against the desk.

“I run sessions out of my studio in Santa Monica. Each student works on their own project, they start with their own concept and then develop it, I’m there to show them the techniques, help them make it a reality and they take those skills into the next project.” You inform Danny as he settles beside you. Your perfume floods his senses, something floral with citrus notes, it reminds him of the first days of spring. “The stuff we’re learning in class this week is very basic and Anthony has taken to it really well. I think his interest in mechanics and the way things work definitely helps.”

“Mechanics?” Daniel repeats, crossing his arms over his chest. This is the first time he’s hearing anything about Anthony taking after him in that respect.

“Not the traditional concept like cars and engines, I mean more like cause and effect." You explain as you tuck your hands into the pockets of the cobalt blue blazer you’re wearing. “It’s why he’s so interested in games like Minecraft, he likes to see the effect that one thing has on another, kinda like Mousetrap. He’s trying to figure out how to make things move in his sculpture work.”

“I honestly had no idea he was into any of this stuff.” Daniel says rubbing his palm over the back of his neck.

“Kids don’t really share a lot with their parents at this age.” You reassure him before picking up a post it note and scribbling on it. “Why don’t you come by my studio, get a feel for what I do?”

You hand him the post it note and he studies the address, this thumb tracing lightly over the writing.

“I’ll do that.” He tells you as the bell rings, signalling the start of class. "I’ll try to stop by tonight.”

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the collective works with the main pairing of Bucky Barnes will be in this masterlist.

⠂⠄⠄ 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄  𝑴𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑰𝑷𝑳𝑬

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Multiple Pairings — 𝐅 + 𝐒 Today was the day — your birthday, but how would the many Bucky’s treat you? With a lil’ bit of nice? Or a lil’ bit of spice?

──── 𝑨 𝑻𝑶 𝑬

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑩𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑹

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Biker President!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐈 + 𝐃 + 𝐊 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

The 107th motorcycle club had always and would always be the protectors of their small, charming hometown — such a responsibility required strong shoulders to uphold the weight of it all. Your venture to their town would harbour twists and turns for you to navigate, all while you became the angel on the President’s shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑫 

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐈 + 𝐃 + 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

A pack of wolves looked out for one another and strengthened each other, battling against the odds to keep one another safe — it was the natural order of things, the way things always worked. Being between the two most dangerous and possessive of them all meant you sat on your throne with pride; just how they wanted it.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑫𝑰𝑳𝑭

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ DILF!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐊 + 𝐅

The forbidden fruit always tasted the sweetest; it was a tale as old as the ages, and one that you heard over a thousand times. But you never expected to have that very same temptation handed to you on a silver platter in the form of your new boss — a devilishly handsome man who was the most devoted father to his little girl. 

It was hard to stop yourself from tumbling down that cliff and into something you would have no hope of controlling, and your only saving grace? The blooming hope you held close that he would be at the bottom to catch you.

──── 𝑭 𝑻𝑶 𝑱

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑭𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑹 

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ‘𝐧 ��𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Husband!Farmer!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Farmer!F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

Country lanes, critters and creatures, peaches 'n cream — your life was charmed and consumed in the bliss of living on the land and caring for the gifts bestowed upon both you and your husband, Bucky. It was a peaceful, fulfilling life, one that you could only imagine was the dream.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑼𝑩𝑼𝑺 

𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Incubus!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

The depths of Hell had lost an asset all thanks to you ― no God in existence could save you from his sights or his clutches, and if being consumed by fire was one way to go, you supposed it would not be so bad if it came in the form of one smug, hellish bastard.

──── 𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝑶

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲 

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

Life in your small town couldn’t have gotten any better, it was a fact you held close. That was until you started to call a handsome, brooding lumberjack your best friend, and you developed butterflies at any mention of his name or a stray thought of him crossed your mind. 

Sure, it was going to be fine, you could do this. What could go wrong?

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Mafia Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

You lay in the lap of luxury, reclining and basking in the wealth and the power it bestowed upon you to be his Prinţesă; the Queen to his King, a kitten in the jaws of a snarling wolf. 

Naturally, such a position had both bountiful rewards and harsh consequences, nothing came without a price, and Bucky would stop at nothing to protect both his Empire, and you.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑺𝑻 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Artist!Bucky Barnes x Mafia Boss!F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

A Queen of the Underworld — among many other things — allowed for many opportunities, and the countless offerings and proposals never left you wanting. At least, that was up until you set your sights upon the quiet but intriguing best friend of your closest business partner. 

The upcoming artist with a bandwidth of impressive talent captured your whole attention. The chase began, and no one stood a chance in the path of a She Wolf pursuing her prey.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑴𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑪 

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

Cars were all the same to you: classics, imports, you name it, they were all the same, until you were forced to visit your local mechanic after a nightmare of a drive. It was that day that you saw the man that would pique your interest, not only in every single make and model of classic car that had driven on tarmac, but his charming smile; the air of righteous arrogance that flowed from his tattoos, and that damned cheeky glint in his bright eyes.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Monster!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐃 + 𝐅

The creatures of the woods varied from benevolent to lethal, deadly. Each being, a soul of its own, had a part of the greater circle – a connection to one another like the roots of the trees to the sodden soil of the earth. The balance, once upset, would lead you to be found by the Keeper, a beast so formidable that no creature dared cross its path, until it set its sights on you.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑵𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬 

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐈 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

Fate had an awfully strange way of weaving webs; connecting dots when the time was right. 

There you were, lying in a hospital bed again, and there was your favourite nurse; tall, broad, devilishly handsome, and not to mention soft, kind, and caring. Your stay, and consequently your life, just got infinitely more interesting. 

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Omega!F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

A powerful alpha locked his sights onto you, a wolf honed onto its prey — on the contrary, you were the fox that showed its belly to a predator. A mutual, foundational respect, the only thing keeping the wolf’s fangs from piercing the delicate flesh. 

You knew playing with his food was something he loved to do, and you would happily be the plaything for your mate.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑾

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Outlaw!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅

Legends and tales of those that roughed the open plains were whispered on the breeze through the wilderness; off of walls that held the bounds of the churches and saloons through the scattered settlements and towns. When they reached you, you paid them no mind — good men were countlessly slandered by the mouths of others, and until you could judge for yourself, you left well enough alone. 

Until one of the deadliest rogues ventured into your town and staked his claim on your unsuspecting heart. 

Not all Devils were beyond salvation. 

──── 𝑷 𝑻𝑶 𝑻

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪 

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅

There was a lot to be said about your best friend, Bucky. You admired his tenacity and grit, as well as his all-encompassing adoration and love for those close to him. It didn't help the fact that you longed to be the one he stared at with such tenderness; you just missed the moments that he did.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

A choice decision landed you in the place you least wanted to be, and among the hustle and bustle of your life, you had somehow plucked up the courage to stay. It turned out to be the best decision you could have made, for walking through those double glass doors, created more opportunities than you could have expected. 

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑬 

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Pirate!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

The legend of The Soldat, a warship on the high seas that showed no quarter; ruthless in her anger and devastating in her destruction, chilled all that sailed the seas, and for good reason. The Captain was a bloodthirsty, savage scourge, cutting down all that stood between him and his prize. 

But deep beneath that scarred and brooding exterior, however, laid a heart so pure and intent on showing you just how precious you were to him. 

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x (Innocent!)F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

Softness was a trait you unwittingly carried — the wings of a dove took you higher and higher, elevating you in the eyes of the devil. And that devil did not want to wait any longer. It was time to collect.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅

The ancient game of cat and mouse, a fight for survival between a predator and their prey, wasn’t a new phenomenon — it had been practised for centuries and it was an art that very, very few perfected. For years you had chased the craving to find someone that had mastered the art of the hunt, and for Halloween, you had gone all out and visited a haven unlike any other. 

It was there that you found your match. 

Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired. 

And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑹 

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

They had many titles: Bastards of Brooklyn, The Pack — though, when it came down to it, they were a pride of beasts behind the wheel, and when their prey was targeted, there was no hope in hell to outwit, or outrun. That pride of lions had a king who was cunning, ruthless, and he had you in his sights.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑹 

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Stripper!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 + 𝐒

It was no wonder that both women and men flocked to the shows performed by the Howling Commandos, and it was no secret that they were all hoping for a glimpse, a peek at the elusive, enigmatic troop: Sarge. They all tried and prayed to see how the man moved on stage — his reputation well proceeded and earned.

You, however, never expected to end up right in the lap of temptation trussed up in irresistible charm and chivalry, all the while that smile...

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑶 

𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

You were the 107th Ink's light, a never-ending ray of positivity and happiness that they couldn't be more grateful for — especially for how much you lit up Bucky Barnes, the brooding grump of a man that only smiled in your presence, Jacks and donuts aside. 

──── 𝑼 𝑻𝑶 𝒁

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑽𝑰𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐨𝐠𝐫

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Viking!Bucky Barnes x Fae!F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

The Woodland was your home, it was a place of safety and seclusion — you had liked it that way, you were free to care for the forest and the many creatures who also called it home. 

That all changed the day a Viking rode the path and ventured close, closer than any before him; bridging the gap built by your kind and his, in the most unexpected of ways. 

➺ 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 — CO-WRITTEN WITH @buckyismybicycle All it took was one night, one song — hell, one note — and you were gone for him, hook, line, and sinker. Turbulent times lay ahead, but in the afterglow of ecstasy, forced to feel emotions in such intensity for someone you’d never expect, you couldn’t help but follow him anyway — he was irresistible, after all.

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes — 𝐅

The ancient game of cat and mouse, a fight for survival between a predator and their prey, wasn’t a new phenomenon — it had been practised for centuries and it was an art that very, very few perfected. For years you had chased the craving to find someone that had mastered the art of the hunt, and for Halloween, you had gone all out and visited a haven unlike any other. 

It was there that you found your match. 

Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired. 

And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.

➺ 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Currents had pulled you under for so many years, the crash of them against your mind leaving you constantly breathless and Bucky would always pull you back up from the cruel thrashing. But now, there was a chance they’d stop.

➺ 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 The yearly tradition of a blanket fort on the 4th of July gets an upgrade.

➺ 𝐍𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐮𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Bucky Barnes x Agent!F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐖 Fate was cruel. Life, even more so. The pain was excruciating, well past and beyond endurance. It was just a shame there was little comfort you could give from the other side of Death’s veil.

➺ 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 There were very few things that brought you as much joy as seeing Bucky smile, but this — this moment would forever be etched as one of your fondest memories, let alone his.

➺ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 “Don’t make a big deal,” Bucky said — “I have all I need right here,” he insisted. 

A shame, really, that he had thought that you had listened, and you wouldn’t make a big deal of it; he was so wrong, and he would be better off for being so, for when a paw touched your heart, it would never leave.

➺ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Grim Reaper!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Grief was no stranger to you — it ebbed and flowed with time; its currents ill-suited to travel for those who were heavily ladened with loss. That was where you came in, offering the comfort of your empathy and gift to those who remained stuck, and to those that passed on. It was how you met him, and it was how you became the light in his otherwise shadowed life.

➺ 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐒 When Bucky came home from a bad day, it was your pleasure to change that, and you took pride in making him shatter to pieces if you reaped the rewards.

➺ 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Bucky Barnes x Makeup Artist!F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 It was a routine job — if you discounted the suspicious lack of information and the endless NDAs you had to sign, and you were looking forward to having a high end client. Though, what walked through the door would test every last skill you had.

➺ 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Dragon Rider!Bucky Barnes x Dragon Rider!F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐖 It was inherently a dangerous way to live the life of a Nomad Dragon Rider — an outcast. And those very dangers would be what would tear you apart, and what would separate you from the one you trusted, the one you loved.

➺ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Husband!Baker!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Baker!F!Reader — 𝐅 Bucky had prepared a surprise for you, much to your amusement, and it wasn’t even the end of the night — a battle of wits was to be fought.

➺ 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐥’ 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 Bucky had been away for a long, long time, and your heart ached with missing him. Although, the time apart had allowed you to plan a surprise that would rock his world once he walked back through the door of your home, and into another era.

➺ 𝐀 𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Witcher!Bucky Barnes x Sorceress!F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃 + 𝐅 It had been an ordinary day — nothing amiss, nor a cause for concern, not even the sudden appearance of soldiers in the local tavern. You should have known better, however, for fate had never left you in peace.

➺ 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨, 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐀 + 𝐅 They said fate worked in mysterious ways; the strings of destiny plucked and pulled and snapped at the leisure of those they controlled, but not you. The delicacy in which you handled the woven web was forever unseen and unprecedented, and your patience was to be rewarded in a way you least expected.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader ➺ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧’ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐅 Dancing had many forms — you were proud to say you may have been the best of the best in an unconventional discipline. Finally, fate gave you a chance to prove it, once and for all.  ➺ 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 — 𝐅 + 𝐒 A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win. — 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝟐

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Modern!Bucky Barnes x Writer!F!Reader ➺ 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 — 𝐅 An ordinary, relaxing day of arriving at Bucky’s coffee shop and spending it working on a project was what you planned to do, however, a certain brunette had other ideas. ➺ 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐅 Bucky had always been willing to help you with your dreams, and it just so happened that you need to experience something first hand in order to write it effectively — it was just a shock at how far Bucky was willing to take it.

➺ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Barista!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 Bucky’s cafe was a home away from home, a place where you could be happy, spend time with your two closest friends, and your favourite fluffball. You just hoped that your admission wouldn’t change a thing — at least, you had to hope it would, in the best way.

➺ 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Baker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader — 𝐅 There were very few plans you had come up in your life with that rivalled the sheer brilliance of what you decided to do — ‘twas the belated day for it, anyway.

➺ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 — 𝐅

➺ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 — 𝐒 You came home to a sight; one that you revelled in the consequences of.

⇀  𝐃𝐁𝐅 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

⇀ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 2 -Feet on the ground

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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No specific warnings in this one (apart from Biker!Bucky of course). Some brief references to grief. Sorry it's on the shorter side, just need to set up our story. Thanks to all who have reblogged/commented, it means a lot!

You sipped your drink as you told Bucky all about granny and moving into her house. He nodded solemnly as he leaned on the bar and listened intently, the depth of his attention surprising you. You didn’t expect him to be so easy to talk to. Behind you, Wanda and Vis were very obviously pretending to be chatting, while clearly eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Oh yeah, she was a nice lady. I’m sorry for your loss,” Bucky told you with sincerity after you’d finish the whole tale. “She was a tough old gal”.

“Uh, thanks,” you replied quietly, not realising until now what an emotional gut punch it still was to talk about her. “And yeah…she was”.

You cleared your throat and changed the subject. You cocked an eyebrow and looked at him curiously.

“So…what’s your deal?”

He grinned, “What’d you mean?”

“You know,” you pointed to his kutte, “all this. You’re one of the top guys, I guess? I’m sorry, I don’t really know the lingo…”

“I’m the President” he smirked and pointed to one of his patches, clearly a little amused by your ignorance.

You peered over at the fabric square. “Mm. So, what, you drive around town on your bikes causing mayhem and throwing darts at women’s butts?”

“Something like that, yeah,” he laughed. “But mostly we’re here, or at the auto shop across town”.

“Busy, busy” you teased. “I’m sure its all legitimate and above board…”

He winked. God, what a dangerous wink. You instinctively knew that wink had ruined lives.

You both exchanged a small smile.

“You’re not afraid of me, huh?” Bucky teased.

“Should I be?” you boldly shot back.

He grinned. “No. But a lot of people are”.

“Well…your aesthetics aren’t super warm and fuzzy”.

“No…guess not”.

You continued to sip your drink as you tried to fight off the nagging voice telling you to back off. God only knows what he gets up to when he’s not at the bar or fixing cars or at whatever other business fronts they had. You didn’t need another dangerous, no-good man in your life…You were only supposed to sort the house out, live quietly for a little while and then leave. Not get embroiled with the locals, and certainly not with the President of a probably criminal motorcycle club…

…and yet…

“So…you working while you’re staying here?” he asked curiously.

“Mm. Maybe. I have some savings. And thankfully the mortgage at my grandmother’s place is paid off, so at least that’s one less thing. But I might get something part time to keep the lights on”.

Bucky smirked and held his arm up to the bar behind you. “Work here”.

You laughed. “What? Yeah, good one…”

“I’m serious. You need extra cash. We apparently need some help here after you tore my poor bartender apart. So why not? Sounds like you have some experience…”

“I do yeah…but…”

“But what?” he asked, a hint of interrogation in his voice.

“Well, I was thinking more like a coffee shop or delivering pamphlets or something. Not working nights with drunks…”

“Oh, but we’re friendly drunks. Plus, the regulars tip well,” he pushed. “You can spend the days working on the house and then do a few evenings here until you move on. It’s perfect”.

You frowned. It was pretty perfect, actually. You thought about protesting, but as you looked back at Bucky’s expression you immediately understood that this was someone who was very used to getting his own way.

“You’re not gonna drop this, are you?” you asked.

“Nope” he responded, popping the ‘p’ and shaking his head.

You sighed, chewing your lip with hesitation.

“Will your club mind? I mean…they don’t know me. All they know is I yelled at one of them”.

“Eh. Everyone yells at Parker”, he shrugged. “You’ll fit right in”.

You frowned, then looked back at him suspiciously.

“But…Why are you doing this? You barely know me. I might be a serial killer for all you know…”

He chuckled. “Well, I’ve met a lot of bad guys in my time, Sugar, and trust me, you get pretty good at figuring people out. Plus, I get it, grief is tough, and your grandmother lived here all her life and was a big part of the community. And you’re her family. We do look out for one another here; this is our home after all”.

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. Your sceptical side half believed he just wanted to get in your pants, but he sounded sincere regardless.

You looked over at his group who were laughing and drinking jovially, then across the room at the wide range of clientele. You’d certainly had worked at worse places.

Sighing, you turned back to Bucky. “Well…fine. Let’s do it. But I’m not wearing booty shorts or anything ridiculous for a uniform”.

This coaxed a belly laugh from him. “No…only the male bartenders wear those,” he quipped. “Jeans and tees are fine. Maybe a flannel if you really wanna mix it up”.

You nodded. “Okay, I can do that”.

He smiled back at you sweetly, but a hint of something edgier lay beneath. The way he eyed you made you feel…exposed. Like you were a doe caught in the crosshairs. It wasn’t unpleasant, no, in fact it made your lower belly surge, sending a wave of butterflies through you.

“Welcome aboard, Sugar” he grinned.

You smiled back, once again knowing full well you were treading into dangerous territory...but unable to stop yourself.

[sebsbarnes]

6 months || benny cross

benny x reader

summary: so you stood there on the porch taking in the silent environment like you had every day for the last six months, trying to make sense of it. each night you sought solace in your sleep and would forget about the empty space in your heart that benny once occupied.

warnings: angst

word count: 1.9k+

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a/n; dialogue italicized as everything is a memory. based on austin's portrayal of the character, not the real person. saw bikeriders and had the biggest urge to write at least one fic hehe. i put this together in like 20 mins plz forgive mistakes i didnt correct :) set in the time he disappeared for a year but he isn't married in this. quick switch up from atj

spring turned into summer and soon enough, it was fall. with each season passing you found yourself pacing the porch, hoping to hear the sound of the motorcycle ripping into the air from a distance. you imagined that when you finally lifted your head you would see benny parked on the other side of the street, he'd carefully tip the bike gently onto the kickstand and readjust his leather jacket. he would reach into his pocket pulling out the pack of cigarettes before his lips closed around the end to inhale the smoke. benny would give you a boyish smirk and flick the cigarette to the ground, his heavy boots crunching across the cement and up onto the porch.

"darlin'," his voice soft, eyes scanning your face as if he hadn't seen you in days.

your eyelids would flutter down and a warm heat would rush up your face. you wish you could blame it on the illinois summer but the fallen leaves would protest your lie.

"benny," you'd say.

each day he'd hear his name called out many times by many people, but for some reason the way the consonants and vowels rolled off your tongue... it was different. benny would suck his teeth trying to suppress the pleased smirk before leaning towards you and planting a kiss on your forehead.

but as you paced the porch you didn't hear his motorcycle in the distance and when you lifted your head you weren't greeted by the smoke across the street or the sound of his boots walking towards you.

it had been about six months since you saw benny. he simply vanished one day. that last night together, you found home in his chest as you had for the past year. the two of you talked until sunrise before you whispered to him that you needed to get sleep for work that afternoon.

"sleep tight 'pea," his deep voice lulled you. however, when you woke you were not nestled in your home. your head was rested beneath his pillow, his lighter gone from the nightstand, his vandals jacket no longer hanging from the wooden chair by the closet. immediately it felt different, you knew this time he was gone for good.

town was small, so small in fact that everyone knew everyone, and if a new face showed up, the whole town knew within hours. benny was that new face. he showed up on his motorcycle with nothing but the clothes on his back and little to say to most people. you didn't care to meet the mystery man everyone was whispering about but it seemed like the universe had a different idea.

"come on!" you yelled slapping your hand on the hood of your car. you were pissed, to be frank. the frustrated groans and mumbles of being upset that you just spent a whole month's paycheck to fix your car was wasted as the engine stopped working. not only that, you were a couple miles from home, and in the measly attempt to see what was wrong, oil and grease stained your clothes.

your hands gripped the front of the car and you hung your head, "ma'am," a low voice called out.

shifting your head to the voice you saw an unfamiliar man. you straightened up, eyebrows pulling in as you gave the man a once over.

"do you nee-"

"who are you?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "benny. my name's benny," he held out his hand for you to shake. you said nothing as you hesitantly placed your hand in his. they were rough and calloused, seamlessly matching the rest of his appearance. his blonde hair slightly windblown, dirt on his cheek and white tank top, the leather jacket covering his wide shoulders appeared worn with patches scattered about.

"do you need help?" benny asked gesturing towards your car.

"quite friendly to a stranger, hm," you replied, skeptical of the man.

"well, hopefully not strangers for long."

a laugh flew from your nose as you raised your eyebrow at him. benny was handsome and bold and you could tell trouble loomed around him, "i don't even care for this," you gestured with a dismissive hand towards your car, "piece of shit anyways."

benny nodded his hand slightly, his eyes looking over your beige car. you slammed the hood down and dusted your hands on your ruined pants. walking around the side you grabbed your bag through the window and started to walk off in the direction of your house.

"i didn't get your name," benny called out, taking a few steps towards you.

"no need to," you looked over your shoulder with a grin.

this time benny laughed through his nose, his eyes trained on you as you walked away from him.

it pained you to think of the memory of first seeing benny. of course, you were hesitant, but immediately charmed by him. there was this air of confidence and mystery from benny that was missing from the men in your town. what surprised you most was the kindness that was hidden beneath the rough layers.

when you went to check on your car you found benny hunched over the engine, tools in hand and scattered on the floor. you didn't say anything to him but instead watched from a distance. you did this for two weeks as benny worked on your car, unbeknownst to him, with an audience of one the whole time. you could tell benny was making good progress so on day 16 you rounded the same corner as you did for the last 16 days with a case of beer in hand.

"i think it's time for a break," you said startling benny.

his eyes were wide and a hand flew to his chest, "jesus! you're lucky i had nothin' in my hand."

without much convincing and now with a working car engine, you and benny made your way to a large field. the two of you spent hours sitting on the trunk of your car and pouring the beer down your throats. you watched as the sun said hello to the moon on its way down to rest and the man on the moon observed you and benny's small chuckles and coy smiles.

"so why here?" you finally asked the question that had been on your mind.

"well," he sighed deeply adjusting the sleeve of his jacket, "truthfully, i ran out of gas."

you thought for a moment, "why not leave after getting gas?"

benny didn't respond right away. he found his head lifting towards the sky. a small smile adorned his face, yet, you hadn't noticed. benny stared at the moon, and the man stared back at him. he felt his cheeks heat up as if the moon had found out his secret, words he hadn't spoken out loud yet, simply a silent glace between the two knowing parties.

"i like it here, it's different... it's special," he finally spoke, head turning back to you.

you let out a fake laugh, "something special, here? in this town? are we sure we are both in the same place right now," you objected in disbelief.

benny didn't reply. he knew he was right. this town was special and so different from where he lived. so you both sat in comfortable silence, swirling the remaining bit of liquid around in the glass jar occupying your hands. benny knowing that it's not special here because of the open fields or good bars, but because of the person beside him, even if you didn't realize it yet.

that's why the pain you feel now is the same as the first week he left. the way benny made you feel was indescribable, something only the most skilled writer could articulate. but now, you felt suffocated in your home and everything reminded you of him. each time you step on the creaky porch steps you hear the echo of his boots. every time you open the fridge you see the stupid beer he likes, a single lonely can standing in the back corner. getting into bed every night, you refuse to touch the pillows on his side, but, you also refuse to get rid of them. each morning the dented wall beside your bedroom door mocked you and every time you tried to hang a picture to cover the damage, the photo fell. it was like a sick prank was being pulled, like from a far benny was forcing you to reminisce what happened in that spot 14 months ago.

"c'mon sweetpea!" benny laughed as you giggled behind him.

"i'm coming i swear! my feet are hurting benny."

benny immediately turned around, his expression playful but a bit more serious, "well why didn't you tell me that, silly."

you went to protest but benny interrupted by picking you up and holding you against his chest. you let out a small shriek, wrapping your legs around his waist and gripping at the collar of his vandals jacket.

"benny! it's only like twenty more steps to my room," you whined, hiding your face in his neck.

he tutted how he didn't care how close or far something is, he'd never want you to be in pain. during his small rant, benny opened your bedroom door but didn't notice the shoes at his feet and he tripped slightly. the hand he had pressed against your spine managed to protect you from hitting the wall, but his hand went through it.

"oh my god, are you alright?" you dropped from his grasp, immediately checking his hands for cuts.

"a lot worse has happened," benny smiled, trying to ease your panic.

"that doesn't make it okay benny. i don't care how small something is, i don't want to see you hurt," you said softly holding onto his hand.

benny felt something in his soul change. his hands cupped your cheeks and he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. his lips were soft and his tongue tasted like cigarettes, something you've become accustomed to now. benny pressed you against the wall as your hand snaked up to run your fingers across his scalp. the kiss was intense and passionate and you never wanted it to end, like his lips should've been kissing you every day and every night and they should never leave until the last shred of air burned at your lungs.

"i love you," he whispered in the brief moment he pulled away before reconnecting with clashing teeth. his words didn't register at first as you found yourself too enthralled with the kiss. soon enough, it hit you.

out of shock, you gave benny a slightly forceful shove back, "don't say that if you don't mean it."

"i wouldn't lie to you," benny's rough voice spoke softly, "i love you. i've been in love with you."

you wrapped your fingers around the silver necklace lying on his chest and gently tugged him towards you, "and i love you, mr. cross."

so you stood there on the porch taking in the silent environment like you had every day for the last six months, trying to make sense of it. each night you sought solace in your sleep and would forget about the empty space in your heart that benny once occupied. as you awoke each morning having forgotten, you would soon be reminded the full extent of his absence by the empty bed and dented wall.

[siyabsimmer]

‘Ride away with me’ – Pose Pack

Hello!

Today I’m sharing a motorcycle pose pack I’ve made for my story not so long ago.

It contains 6 couple poses, I hope you enjoy them!

You need to place the Teleporter in the motorcycle, the tip on placement will be inside the pose pack.

DISCLAMER!

The poses were made with custom rigs, so there will be some clipping, it’s inevitable.

You will need:

Teleporter mod & Pose Player

Motorcycle (Type A) by karzalee

TOU:

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Do not claim as your own.

Do not put behind a paywall

Download  - link

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[hotmessmaxpress]

(a/n: I’ve never been only onlyfans. I’m assuming it works like patreon but for nudes? Allegedly you can also tip using the website?)

Rosquez OnlyFans AU, (1/?) Inspired by these posts on @unhinged-motogp-confessions

It's a common misconception that it is easy for Vale to get laid. While he does have the benefit of his celebrity status, charisma, and literal fanclub, that doesn't necessarily equate to a good deal of pussy on a practical level. For one, women often want more commitment from him than he's willing to provide. He has no interest in having a girlfriend at the moment, no matter how good the sex is. On the other hand, women who are comfortable with being one-night-stands sometimes have the air of wanting to exploit the encounter in some way. While he's never had a lover go so far as to take pictures without his consent, he has been made aware of more than enough tweets, blog entries, and other social media posts about his dick and skills as a lover. There is also the issue of Vale's additional preference for men; hooking up with women is risky enough without the threat of forced outing.

The easiest solution is perhaps the most embarrassing: porn. Vale has the money to acquire pretty much any type of porn that he wants, and it's convenient no matter where he is in the world (for the most part).

Vale has a private OnlyFans account with Rossano as the profile picture. It’s on that account that he discovers and subscribes to Marc. MotoMarc93 He is the hottest man Valentino Rossi has ever seen. He’s absolutely fit, six pack and all, and he rarely has a shirt on. He has the face of a model, and Valentino loves it when he smiles. What really makes Marc stand out though, is his garage. Marc has an entire garage of motorcycles. His favorite, that he includes in videos, is an orange and black wrapped Honda Fireblade. Marc is filthy on the bike. Sometimes it’s innocent; thirst trap selfies of himself leaned back on the bike, cock just out of frame. Other times it's a photo over his shoulder, showing the line of his toned back down to his bare ass. Vale pays for everything– he pays for the most expensive monthly subscription, but also buys the pay-per-view shots at every available opportunity. That gives him access to all the videos Marc posts. He posts one in particular of him riding a dildo that he has suction-cupped to the seat that makes Vale come so hard he thinks for a moment that he died. After that video he sends Marc a tip for 1000€ with a message: “amazing video xx”. Marc responds with a question: “what is your name?” That question is a red flag for Valentino, but he is horny and therefore stupid. “Valentino.” There is no response for 24 hours, which terrifies Vale. The next afternoon, however, he receives a direct message from Marc. It’s similar to the previous video, but Marc has changed the camera angle– his camera is set up behind the rear of the bike, but clearly his tripod is standing on something to make it even taller than normal. The angle of the video makes it feel as if Valel is looking down just slightly– like he’s standing behind the bike and watching. Marc takes his time in the video. He walks into frame already naked, grinning, and makes his way toward the bike. He kneels next to it, jerking the dildo off slowly with a grin at the camera before turning, swinging his leg over the bike, and slowly seating himself on the dildo. The camera angle gives Vale a perfect view of where the cock enters Marc's tight hole. He groans as it fills him, and Vale scrambles to free his hard cock from his pants. Marc rocks his hips before sliding up and back down the silicone cock. He moans, rocking up, before he opens his mouth. “Valentino,” he moans. “Harder.” He picks up speed, fucking himself deep and hard on the dildo. Vale pumps his cock in time with the rise and fall of Marc’s hips. He doesn't think he's ever been this invested in a screen before in his life. “Valentino, please,” Marc cries. Vale comes hard, cum shooting nearly up to his chin. He moans as he jerks himself through it.

When he opens his eyes, Marc has reached behind him and picked up the camera. He brings it around his body, and Vale nearly comes again at the sight of Marc’s cum painting the body of the bike, nearly up to the handlebars. The camera flips, and Marc grins and blows a kiss at the camera before the video ends.

[ria-coolgirl]

When an alien loves an earth boy!

A lost boys au

Hey guys! I’m back, but just for this chapter of my fic and will continue posting more chapters, but for now. Enjoy this chapter!

Contacts: canon motorcycle with a twist, Aliens, Alien courtship, David x Micheal

Summary: When Michael agrees to a motorcycle race with the boys, he’s world is changed by David’s alien courtship that changes his and David’s lives forever!

Chapter 1

The slight gentle breeze blew against David’s face as him and the others watched the concert on the beach from afar, it had been a couple of years since they landed in this strange planet called Earth and ever since then they founded humans to be interesting creatures.

The concert was packed with people, all dancing and sweating from the summer heat. The concert was loud, but exciting to watch, who knew human music could be so much fun to listen to. Paul particularly enjoyed the music that humans made, even getting a boombox to listen to it everyday. He nodded his head to the beat of the music with delight.

Everything was peaceful.

As they continue to watch the show that’s when David saw…him, the guy had curly brunette hair that almost reached down to his neck in the back, a face that looked like it was modeled after a Greek god, his body was lean with a muscular tone to it and those eyes, eyes that remained him of the waves of the ocean crashing on the shore on a sunny day.

It’s was perfect, he’s eyes so perfect and so blue that he could swim in them forever, made him wonder if those eyes were seen up close and never even look away again.

That’s when David noticed that the guy in question was staring back at him. David looked away with a shy smile on his face feeling his cheeks begin to heat up, his heart racing faster than a comet in the night sky as he looked away from the guy’s gaze.

He revved his triumph and Paul, Marko and Dwayne followed suit with him to the boardwalk, as they waited for Star and laddie to come back to their bikes laddie came back and went up to Dwayne’s bike. “How was the concert, bud?” Paul asked him as he ruffled his hair. Laddie nodded enthusiastically with a smile, “It was awesome!”

“I even danced with Star!” Laddie says still smiling. “That’s great, kid.” says Dwayne as he smiles back at laddie it’s was good to know that laddie was getting comfortable being on earth and enjoying himself knowing that earth is pretty different from his home planet mars moon Phobos. “Hey speaking of Star, where is she?” Paul questioned.

“I thought she would be here by now.” Paul says tipping his feet impatiently. He knew that the boardwalk was pretty big and packed with people and tourists, but it doesn’t take this long to come back! Paul lounge on his bike with a pout worrying for Star if she got lost or something.

David sent a message to his worried friend telepathically. “Don’t worry, starlight will come back soon Paul.” From the corner of his eye he saw Star walking towards them, “See, nothing to worry about Paul.” Paul sighed in relief knowing that Star was okay and smiled lightly.

David also noticed that she was walking with someone, it was the guy, the guy who was on the beach earlier! “Guys, this is Michael” Star introduced him to the others smiling lightly in turn they introduced themselves to him.

“Michael”

David thought to himself, what a beautiful name for a human especially who looks handsome as he is. But he pushed the thought to the side and notices that he had a bike too. “You know where Hudson’s bluff is?” “Over looking the point?”

Michael slightly chuckled at the idea of a race between them he knew that he couldn’t possibly beat him with his bike, but he though it wouldn’t hurt to try it out. Michael smirked “I can’t beat your bike, but I’ll try.” Dwayne, Paul and Marko smiled with a mischievous grin their have raced against each other before during their times in each other’s planets, but never before with a human.

David smirked at Michael as he revved up his engine in response, “well then show us what you can do, Michael.” Dwayne, Paul and Marko revved up their engines as well. “We’re going for a ride, man” Dwayne said to laddie.

One by one each of them went down the stairs of the boardwalk to the beach. They yelled and howled into the night as they drove away along the sandy beach, speeding across the road to the woods. Michael gained speed and was near David’s bike that’s where he noticed that he was staring at him, probably to egging him on.

“Come on, Michael” David says smirking at him, he wanted to see what this human could do, how far he if willing to go to do something well he was about to find out! Michael contemplated on what to do he didn’t want to be seen as a coward for no doing anything he needed to do something fast!

“Show us what you can do” echoed in his mind when it came to him, he rev up his motor, ignited the spark plug in his motorcycle and sped up his engine. Sparks began to fly out of his motorcycle they were blight more blighter than sun flares in space. Michael pulled a goofy smile on his face as reached the near end of the cliff and turned safely away from the cliff and parked his bike.

Meanwhile David and Star look surprised at the sight of the sparks, more so of David looking in awe. He didn’t know what to think he was impressed by Michael’s skill with the sparks and driving, but more so with his confidence in the race. His heart continued to pound, his face flushed as he slowed down his bike his eyes saw nothing, but hearts everywhere.

Dwayne, Paul and Marko caught up with them to get off their bikes, “I saw some sparks, are you guys okay?” Marko asked “no, Marko we’re fine.” “Michael won!” Star runs towards them as she explains what happened in detail. “Michael was making the sparks, they were brighter than the sun!” She explains “wait if Michael was making the sparks and he won the race that means-“

Before she could finish her sentence she bursted into a giggle as she cover her mouth with her hand as they realized what she meant by that. They smirked with excitement, “Looks like someone is gonna jump the broomstick!” Paul joked.

Michael looks at them with confusion and denial there was no way this could be happening it was just a race nothing more! David snapped out of his trance feeling his excitement boiling over, he couldn’t contain his joy anymore he ran towards Michael and gave him a bear hug with a lovestruck smile “you won the race and my heart, darling.”

“D-darling?”

This will not end well!

Tag list: @hypocriticaltypwriter @popironrye @beestungdog and @walmart-icarus another one else’s who wants to be tagged in the next chapter!

[plaanttchildd]

I’ll be home for Christmas

Hiiii everyone. Ok, so this is my first attempt at a fic (?? if u can even call it that?) eVer so pls don’t judge if it doesn’t turn out great 🙃 also I’m writing this on my phone, so again… just pls hold off on judgement for the time being 🙏🏻 thank u thank u 💗💛💜💕

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Btw I’m entering this in @__ ‘s Christmas challenge in celebration of reaching4K followers + it being Christmas so yay!! ☺️☺️

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Bucky x reader

Summary: You see Bucky off at the beginning of December as he leaves for a mission, dreading that he won’t make it back in time for Christmas. Of course, you don’t tell him this- you’re not stupid enough to tell him something that might make him rush something that may well get him killed. So you keep your mouth shout, as per usual when it comes to Bucky Barnes, and you wave as he drives away. The days tick past, and you stop hoping he’ll make it back because if you keep hoping, and he doesn’t make it back in time (which wouldn’t be his fault anyway) you’ll just feel let down and you don’t want to associate those negative feelings with Bucky. So you stop hoping that he’ll make it back for Christmas and instead focus on hoping that he just makes it back safely and enjoying the most wonderful time of the year with your closest friends.

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You trudged your slipper clad feet along the almost frozen grass outside the avengers complex, following your close friend as he hauled a small pack onto his back. It was pitch black out here- there were no buildings or even houses for miles, and all the lights usually blazing from the complex were off. If you chose to look up at the sky at that moment, you would be able to see thousands of millions of white twinkling lights shining down at you. But something else had captured your attention and you didn’t think to look up.

Bucky turned as he reached his black motorcycle, and tilted his head at you with a small smile.

“You know, you didn’t have to see me off. I’d have been fine by myself.”

“Yeah, I know. You said that already,” you replied with a smile in return, hugging your long cardigan closer to your chest against the crisp December air. “But just because you’re leaving for a while doesn’t mean you get to disappear without saying goodbye. So as much as me being here is for you, so you don’t have to begin another mission without saying goodbye to your friends- which is shitty, by the way, wake us up next time- this is also for me, cause… well, you know, we’re close, and I don’t want you to piss off for god knows how long without getting to see you off, and I don’t want to not be able to say goodbye, you know, because I don’t know when I’m gonna see you next, and-“

Bucky cut off your rambling with a deep, slightly surprised chuckle.

“Alright, I get it,” he looked down at you, noticing the genuine worry in your eyes that you had tried so hard to hide. “Hey,” he touched your cheek with the tips of his fingers. You leant into the warmth and almost closed your eyes. “I’ll be back soon. In fact, I’ll be back for Christmas. I promise.”

You shook your head and raised your finger mockingly in front of your face, effectively changing the tone of the conversation from something that had somehow turned deep and emotional to a more playful, familiar feel. “Don’t you go making me promises you can’t keep, Bucky Barnes.”

His smile turned into a grin. “Now just why would I do that?”

You laughed and pushed at his black shirt (no jumper, no matter how hard you insisted- apparently super soldiers don’t get cold easily), “You, sir, have to leave before Steve accuses me of withholding you from your “duty as a soldier of America” or whatever.”

[fanfichubcircuit]

Cowboys and Chems || Ghoul X Trans!Masc reader

He’s here. Your cowboy is here. You don’t see Cooper often what with both of you traveling. He had his bounties and you had Chems to sell, but you always had a way of running into each other.

You’re sitting on your bike keeping the motor going in case you had to split soon. It wasn’t like you had been well behaved in that dive bar, but you were itching for a fight today and you got nothing to show for it. Which either meant no fight or someone would show up with friends.

“Well I’ll be.” His voice is honey on a hot day, and when you turn to him that million cap smile is lighting up his scarred face. “Pretty Boy’s in town. Didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Well if it ain’t Coop.” You leaned over your motorcycle. “What could I do you for, Mr. Howard?” You winked. Your smile quickly faded at seeing the girl with him. A pretty vault girl. Venom’s at your lips before you could stop it. “What’s up with Bug Eyes over there?”

She looks appalled, but Cooper waved her off. “Now now Darlin’ there’s no need to bite at friends. She’s helping me with a job.” He walked over to you casting a cool shadow over you. “What say you and I exchange a proper hello?” But it’s not really a question.

You glance around. The Ghoul always draws eyes wherever he goes. Men kissing in a town like this might cause problems.

“Come here Cowboy, lay some sugar on me.” You grabbed his coat lapels and dragged him close.

Luckily, you loved problems more than your buyers loved chems. You could make all the drugs in the world and you got hooked on adrenaline and danger. Maybe that’s why you fell in love with Coop in the first place. He gave you plenty of both.

His lips are dry and cracked and his teeth find your lip immediately. You let him bite you his fill before tipping his head back. He could pretend to be a predator all he wants, but he gave his softness away every time you pushed for it. He tastes like shitty Radaway, but you don’t care. His mouth is soft and warm and yours. Only ever yours.

After what was far too long to get away with in public you pull back. “Hope he didn’t take all your caps on that batch.”

Cooper just smiled down at you. “Doesn’t matter. I know you’ll take care of me.”

You nodded. “Always.” You finally separate to pull out a set of vials for him. “You gonna need some stims too?”

He nodded. “It’s a big fish.”

You shuffled around in your bag nudging the vials of testosterone aside to pull out the packs. “Always is with you. Just don’t break your fishing pole reeling it in. I still need it.”

Cooper let out a laugh. “Yes, Sir.”

You pile the items together and he started counting out the caps. Before you two became more than friends you used to give him a discount as part of a deal for not bringing you in. And when he started flirting with you you gave him an even bigger one figuring it was worth the ego boost. Nowadays he won’t let you take anything below full price.

You’d been confused at first but he had just scowled. “What? You think I can’t take care of my man?” You never argued it after that too warm and melted by the phrase.

Your voice is hushed as you look over the girl again. “Don’t tell me I gave you a soft spot for Vaulties.”

His eyes land on your leather jacket blue and faded. You had already told him how you had stitched it together out of your old suit. But that was years ago. And no one around now knew what you were once. No vaultie had the amount of scars you did.

“Nah Darlin’. This is about old scores.” He looked wistful.

You nodded and looked around. There was some mean bastard starting you down. He looked even more pissed when you gave him a shit eating grin.

“You have fun fishing Cowboy. Come back to me?”

“Always.” His smile was soft. Then the walls were back up and he was the fierce hunter once more. “Alright Vaultie. We’re going!”

She’s gone.

“Sonofabitch.” Cooper sighed.

He ran off your laugh ringing in his ears.

As heavy footsteps closed in on you your hand found your tire iron. “Now sir I’m a taken man.” You dodged the sloppy punch he threw. “But I don’t mind dancing if you really want to!”

[rookthorne]

it's coming up to my personal favourite event of the year, Hot Bucky Summer, as run by the mods over at @buckybarnesevents!

in order to gear up for the chaos that will ensue (no doubt) from this event within my collections, I have compiled my personal top 10 Bucky collections into a poll. and here is where I will ask for your help — I would like to gather as much information as possible to determine where most of my focus will go.

to be clear, it is very likely that all of my collections will be given love and attention through this event (now that I have confidence to write smut) once I know the prompts, but I am asking who I should prioritise from my favourites. I will also disclose that there are AUs yet to be announced that will be very prominent... 🤭

to refresh memories, I have put below the cut the afforementioned collections! otherwise, the link is hyperlinked above, or easily accessed by the first link in my bio (my navigation).

thank you in advance for your help, my chaos kittens. 💗

— 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you’d become the President’s own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯

A pack of wolves looked out for one another, strengthened each other and battled to keep one another safe – it was the natural order of things, the way things worked. Being between the two most dangerous and possessive of them all meant you sat on your throne with pride; just how they wanted it.

— 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to them and their irresistible charm – their job, as firemen, was to put out fires and infernos, but you could only hope they’d let the fire they started in the depth of your soul, consume you whole.

— 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 

The world of body art and botany had always been beautiful to you; each pencil stroke and each flower petal amounted to a masterpiece of creation. It wasn’t until the day that a chance meeting left you reeling amongst the artful blooms of your store, you wondered if that was what heaven truly felt like.

— 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

The depths of Hell had lost an asset, all thanks to you - no God could save you from his sights, or his clutches. Being consumed by fire was one way to go, you supposed, if it came in the form of one smug, hellish bastard.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Life in your small town could not have gotten any better, you had sworn. That was until you started to call a handsome, brooding lumberjack your best friend, and you developed butterflies at any mention of his name, or thought of him. Sure, it was going to be fine, you could do this. What could go wrong?

— 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Cars were all the same to you – classics, imports, you name it, they were all the same.

Well, they were, until you were nonetheless forced to visit your local mechanic and saw the man that would pique your interest in not only every single make and model of classic car, but his charming smile; the air of righteous arrogance that flowed from his tattoos, and that damned cheeky glint in his bright eyes.

— 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

Fate had a funny way of working. There you were, in the hospital again, and there was your favourite nurse; tall, broad, devilishly handsome, and not to mention soft, kind, and caring. Your stay, and consequently your life, just got infinitely more interesting.

— 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭

A powerful alpha had locked his sights onto you; a wolf to its prey. On the contrary, you were the fox that showed its belly to a predator – a mutual respect, the only thing keeping the wolf’s fangs from piercing the delicate flesh. You knew playing with his food was something he loved to do, and you would happily be the plaything for your mate. 

— 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

Softness was a trait you unwittingly carried - the wings of a dove taking you higher and higher, elevating you in the eyes of the devil. And that devil did not want to wait any longer. It was time to collect.