#I ain't your damn babysitter

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My Person

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Sam's question forces Bucky to reveal his true feelings to his so called "friend", Y/N.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, wee bit of angst, bucky is so adorable in this I WANT HIM SO BAD, also he is a bit feral. I feel like he can be more feral than this but you know, he doesn't wanna scare her away lol. This is just a result from surge of need so might not be too much of plot but I hope you enjoy your reading, anyway.

Inspiration: This post right here by @black-cat-2

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Sam took notice on every single crooks and corners as he followed Bucky's dragging footsteps from behind. It wasn't that he didn't want to help him but Bucky refused the offer right on the bat, saying that the serum will fix him up sooner or later.

The aftermath of their final battle with the flagsmasher was chaotic to say the least. With the splitting sides of public opinions of the new Captain America and the whispers about how the former winter soldier saved a bunch of civilian tonight had been the talk of the town.

But both Sam and Bucky decided not to think of it too much,  especially when both were exhausted from the fight. Not to mention Bucky was injured. Although Sam knew damn well that the soldier can managed himself to a hotel to rest for the night like he always does, but as a worried friend, or rather a babysitter some would say, he insisted to accompany Bucky all the way through.

And Bucky was not in the mood to argue; Sam is as equally stubborn as Steve used to be, so he let the man do whatever he wants.

It was clear Sam was suspicious of where the hell did this terminator brought him to, but mostly he was curious. He thought he would just accompany him to the nearest hotel but nope. After taking an Uber, the next thing he knew, Bucky was leading him into this apartment building, that was obviously not his.

"Last time I checked your apartment was in Brooklyn. When did you get a place here?" Sam asked as Bucky stopped at one of the identical looking doors.

"It's not mine" Bucky replied truthfully as he removed the glove from his fleshed hand and pressed his thumb at the top of the door handle.

Sam eyed him with a look on his face when he sassed at him, "Said the guy who is currently unlocking the doors with his fingerprint."

Bucky simply rolled his eyes before the chiming sound alerts that the door was unlocked. Bucky opened the door to let Sam inside before he himself got in after him. "Seriously, man. If I knew you can afford having two apartments I would've asked you to pay for tonight's dinner. That's the least you can do..." Sam's words died as his eyes scanned the apartment.

Whatever he was expecting the apartment to look like, it was far from it. He surely was not expecting the place to be fully decorated with complete set of furniture in every area of the room. Whether it is the living room area, or the huge kitchen that was also equipped with built-in oven.

Even with the lack of light, Sam could see the color pallette on the walls were definitely not what Bucky would go for. The sentimetal trinkets on the shelves, the sweet fragrant of the scented candles; everything was the very opposite of what Bucky's apartment in Brooklyn looks like, feels like.

This, it felt like home. Warm and inviting. Quiet and serene.

"You know what? I take that back. Whose house have you broke us into?" Sam asked, almost in awe rather than shocked, "I know for a fact that this ain't your house."

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he remove his tactical gears, "I didn't say it was mine, remember? Or flying with the pigeons in the sky had made you forgot how to undertand human language?" there was an unfiltered sarcasm in his tone that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

So obviously he got defensive and unknowingly increase his volume as he countered, "Woah woah, that was uncalled for. And for your information pigeons can't fly as fast a my wings, and rest assured that I--"

Bucky swiftly stomped towards him, eyes wide almost in anger, while his metal hand reached to cover Sam's mouth, "Can you shut the fuck up, she's probably asleep and your noisy ass will wake--"

"Bucky?" A tiny yet groggy voice interrupted the conversation causing both of them to turn their attention to the source. The figure peeped itself from the bedroom, her uncertainty made it that only half of her body was revealed through the doorway.

Her squinting eyes indicates how recent she was woken up from her sleep and Bucky flashed a quick glared at Sam for that. Sam simply shrug with his hands the air as a response. He was still confused who is this woman and why were they in her house.

Bucky's tight features softens as he called for her, "Hey, babydoll. What are you doing up?"

Recognizing that voice anywhere her feet made her way to him, "Heard some noises." She answered shortly as her knuckles find her eyes and rubbed it lightly. The closer she gets, the clearer Bucky can see the dark circles under her eyes, signifying how much she was lacking of sleep.

His heart squeeze a little at the sight, "M'sorry, sweetheart." it was as if their bodies were magnets that they naturally found each other. Bucky opened his arms wide for her to find her rightful place in his embrace.

"It's okay" she mumbled against his sturdy chest. "Welcome home." She continued.

You'd be surprise to know how much the former winter soldier absolutely adore the feeling of her lips moving against his skin. Even if it was blocked by the fabric of his shirt. It always felt good and he swore he could not get enough of it.

Bucky leaned down on top of her head, inhaling the strawberry yogurt scent of her shampooed hair, "Yes. I am home, indeed." His hugged got tighter, crushing her just enough to make those pretty little sounds slipped her from lips.

Strings of hushed moan kept purring in her throat when Bucky lightly swayed her from side to side; his fleshed hand drawing invisible circles on the back of her waist, while his metal hand gently squeeze the back of her neck.

If she let him pamper her more than this, they'd probably forget that Sam was in the room. Unabashedly had his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. He was not sure whether he wanted to look away or to continue staring because no amount of explanation will suffice to answer his questions.

Peeking from Bucky's shoulder, she smiled warmly as she finally acknowledge the unexpected guest, "You must be Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

She tried to wiggle an escape from Bucky arms, but it was no avail; he was not planning to let her go any time soon. She ended up dragging the enormous koala bear who was stuck on her back as she offered Sam a handshake, introducing herself.

"Good things I hope." Sam took her hand and lightly shake it as she replied, "Of course." As much as he wanted to keep his eye contact with her, it was extremely hard when the grumpy super soldier that he knew was basically melting in crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be rude but the two of you are..." Sam purposely left his words hanging, hoping that one of them would finish the sentence before he let out his assumption, however both of them remained silent. The woman was blinking at him confused, while Bucky was practically still drooling over the her.

"...Lovers?" Sam ended his sentence with an uncertain tone.

Both of them went rigid to the question but before Bucky could say anything, she answered first, "No!" She almost shouted, taking a deep breath before she rephrase her answer, "No. I mean yes. We're not... like that."

"So, you guys are friends then?" Sam quirked an eyebrow to her answer, and seeing Bucky's silence, he guessed that the super soldier might liked her more than just 'friends'.

"Yup, we are. We first met when Bucky was on the run from Hydra, before you guys found him. It's a long story, really." And by the time she explained the shorten version of their story, Bucky finally drifted his attention to Sam, a deep frown decorated his brows as he was mentally asking, "How much longer are you going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

Sam should be offended by his silent orders but considering he came in the middle of the night, uninvited, he realized that he should leave them be,"Then, let that be a reason for us to meet again. You can tell me all about this meet-cute of yours later. I don't want to keep you away from him any longer. Especially when he is staring daggers at me."

She lightly tapped on Bucky's arms, and quick frown at him followed after as she non-verbally asking him stop glaring at Sam. Needless to say, Sam removed himself from the scene after they, or rather she, bid him goodbye.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky has her back pressed against the door, wasting no time than to capture her lips. A gasped from her made it easy for him to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her slow yet so hungrily as if he was starved of the taste of her sweet mouth against his.

Bucky broke the kiss momentarily just to whisper, "I missed you so much, babydoll." With his thigh in between her legs, he guided her clothed core to slowly hump against him. "Missed you, too." Her beautiful moans only encourage his cock to swell even more than it already was.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky let her catch a breath as his glazed eyes adored her soft features. He still remembered the day when he first met her.  When he escaped from Hydra's control, he was determined to keep his life down low. Don't attract to much attention, follow the schedule and stick to rules.

And his schedule was never interesting, it was always:

- write his journal entry

- find/do odd and non-permenant jobs for money

- grocery shopping and cooking

- watch the news

- and mostly just stay at home

Obviously, Bucky knows how to use the internet and all those modern devices that they have nowadays, but he never understand them; the 'social media' and the 'viral' things were never really appealing to him. So one day he decided to pay a visit to a small local library; hoping to find fimiliar solace in books instead.

What are the odds that both of them reach for the same book at the same time? After the multiple exchange of: 'Oh, I'm sorry, here take it.' 'No, you take.' 'No, please I insist.' They ended up meeting on a common ground; making a decision to sit down and read together. Turns out, spending a few hours with her at the library was the most peace he had since forever.

Bucky had a strict routine and rules. But the moment she asked him if he want to spend more time with her while she was there, he was ready to break all of it. And he did; for 7 days straight.

She was his first sense of freedom. His first choice in life.

Though, back then he was on a run, for presumably a lifetime, while she was on business trip for a week. So, they lost contact after that, especially when Bucky was running around with the Avengers and fighting aliens, but fate seemed to be on their side when they were reunited again in New York.

It's a miracle that she even recognized him. Little did he knew, he wasn't the only one who got hooked on the first few hours of that reading session had.

Though, he was extremely grateful that she reach out the moment she recognized him; no hesitant, no doubt. Just a confident and cheerful shout of his name in middle of the park that he walks through everyday.

The first thing that came out from her mouth after calling out his name was a compliment of his new hair cut and how she can see his beautiful eyes more clearer now. And that alone had made Bucky absolutely red in blush.

Weeks after that, she often joined him with his daily walk, making it their routine instead of just his. And months into this newly founded 'friendship', they found solace in each other's arms, comfort in each other's touch, and this quickly become their new favourite activity to do together.

Though none of them ever actually discuss their status but their body language suggest that they are more than just friends.

Especially with the way Bucky was rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her clit; so desperate yet so gentle. Just like how he always does when he makes love to her. But, tonight he felt different. Maybe he was just needy or maybe it was the way she admit that they were not lovers when Sam asked about their relationship.

It was true. But, it felt so wrong.

"Am I just a friend to you, doll? Bucky leaned forward, his forehead met hers, his hot breath tickling her skin.

His tongue briefly passed in between his lips as he spreads her legs further, revealing her dripping cunt for his display, "Do your friends touch you like this, hmm?" His husky whisper as he rubbed his hardened length in between her slit, brushing against her clit.

"Do your friends kiss you all over like me?" She moaned breathily, as he bit and kiss the softness of her breasts; easily leaving his marks as if she was his to claim.

And without any warning, his cock slammed straight into her hole, stretching the walls to his size causing her to yelp in painful pleasure. Bucky let out a satisfied groan as the tightness of her around him, "Do your friends fuck this tight little pussy with their cock like me?"

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from pulling and pushing his hips to meet hers, his fingertips was practically digging into the flesh of her hips, moving her in time with his thrusts, "What am I to you, baby?" Honestly, it was hard for her to form complete thoughts, let alone reply to his question when he was fucking her so good.

Gone was the gentleman she knew for the past years, the koala bear that she spent hours on the couch cuddling to a movie marathon with. Now, there was only this feral beast, hungry for pleasure, insatiable to devour her whole body and soul.

Each roll of his hips pushed her further from her sober thoughts, focusing only on the wild look on his face, his huge body hunched over hers, his throbbing cock kissing her cervix. Any answer she was trying to convey was lost at the tip of her tongue; there were just the mewling mess, as she fell apart underneath him, compliant to his every thrust as his cock ramming within her. "Tell me. Come on, now. Use your words."

Bucky was almost losing his mind, from how bad he wanted to cum and how stubborn she was for not answering his questions. He pushed her legs up and wide as his thrust punctuated to his words,  "What. Am. I. To. You?"

It took her a couple of long moans at his roughness, before she could utter a single word, the only correct answer to his question, "Mine."

He groaned approvingly, pulling back just enough to slide his metal between their bodies. "I'm yours?" Those hard, cold fingers that she loved so much was quick to find her clit. She was already sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and now was he relentlessly assaulting the swollen nub, "Then, does that make you mine as well huh, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Bucky. You're mine. And I'm yours. All yours. Pleasee"

Her back arches off the bed, toes curling tight as her nails dug into his skin and across his back; To have some kind of a leverage to hold as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body.

"Yeah, that's right, babygirl. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to love, mine to fuck. Yes?" Bucky taunted her with both his words and the way he rutted into her wet pussy, as if he himself was not close to the egde.

The sound of skin to skin clashing intertwined with the sounds of her pussy squelching around his cock, his girth kept pounding straight into her sweet spot to the point that only lewd whimpers of plead were spewing out of her lips, "Yes, yes yes. Oh Bucky please,, fuck,, I'm cumming!"

"Cum, sweetheart. Let me feel that tight little pussy of mine cum around my cock" He hummed approvingly as he picked a deeper and harsher pace, causing her mouth to fall wide open and her eyes screwed shut as she felt her whole body shook as she came. "Yeah,, that's it, doll. That's my girl. fuckkk,, feels so good baby, gonna make me cum inside you if you keep choking me like that."

"Please, Bucky?" A breathy moan of his name passed her lips as she her walls spasm with need. Bucky groan to the sensation, he was sure that her pussy was already full of his precum, considering how it has been leaking inside her for so long, "Want my cum in you, pretty girl?"

Batting her eyes through her lashes, she stared up at him, pleading., "Need it, please."

"Oh fuck, you got it, sweetheart." Throwing his head back in pleasure, shutting his eyes solely to focus of the feeling of her wet and tight cunt, Bucky's pace quicken as he chased his high, "Hmmm,, fuckk,, gonna stuff you full. You'll leaking for days, babydoll. Then, I'm gonna keep filling you until you can't live without my cum inside your pussy."

Hearing such dirty confessiom only triggers her to near orgasm, "Yess pleasee i want it. Need it, bucky." Surely enough she came again when he hit that special spot inside her.

"Ahh,, fuck ahhh,, I'm cumming shit pussy so good m'cumming fuckkkk", Bucky couldn’t even stop himself from rutting in and out of her sweet pussy as his cock pulsed, especially when her cunt was sucking him in deeper.

His head fall down to watch his cock disappear inside her before squeezing it shut again when the white spurt of cum shoots against her walls. His jaw was loose as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape to allow his loud groans contaminated the silenced room.

His thick endless cum warm her insides and the honeyed moans hanging off her lips to its own accord as Bucky hunched over her frame, pressing his face in crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she was. After awhile, a broken sound of his voice stopped the silence, "Do you really mean it?"

He refused to look at her in the eyes, afraid of the rejection that might come his way but she proved him wrong by holding him by his cheeks, leading his eyes to align with hers,

"Bucky. You, my dear, are my bestfriend; you are my heart, you are my person. And there is no one in this world that I'd rather spend my whole life with besides you." Her words was nothing but the truth and Bucky knew that.

His heart swelled with joy yet he didn't know how to express it other than, "I love you, doll..." there was pause as if he was gathering the pieces of his soul to offer it to her, "...So much."

And she accepted it with her whole heart, "I love you too, Bucky."

End.

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A/N: I was gone for awhile but never too long. Hope you enjoy this little drabble 👀

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✦ LIKE AN UNKNOWN SIGN, C. LECLERC

sometimes, hidden love without sign is just unknown

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After your wild night, it was Oscar who came through first, groaning at the awkward position he was sleeping in, his neck sore with a horribly tough and warm pillow under it. He tried shoving it off but was only met with soft groans and a 'fucking stop', well that was enough to wake up the Aussie.

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As Y/n began pulling herself up, a deep Monganesque voice protested, "Y/n, stop moving," making the young woman's eyes widen as she pulled her hand away from the shirtless f2 driver's chest.

"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" She asked looking at the boy still lying down on the floor, head clutched in his hands, "actually, Albon, why don't you have your shirt either?" she asked pulling herself up and lending her hand to the struggling boy next to her.

"I can answer that," came a woman's garbled voice through Alex's phone making him jump up to grab it, "Arthur fell off the bed onto you and when you pushed him off he used his shirt as a pillow," 'oh, that's why my ribs hurt' the younger woman thought, throwing a look at her friend, "and Alex was 'literally on fire and going to kill whoever messed with the AC'" she said with air quotes, making her boyfriend turn red.

"Thanks, Lily, I'll call you later, love you." he spoke and cut the call, "Remind me to never ever drink with the four of you again."

"Oscar, you kick in your sleep," Logan complained as he sat up, exploring all the black and blue bruises on his body, "why do we look like we were in a fight club?" he asked out loud making the others look at themselves.

Oscar had a few scratches on his knees and arms, Arthur had bruises and scratches littered all across his palms and hands and a nasty hand-sized bruise on his back, Y/n had a swollen nose, with a deep-ish cut along her eyebrow, the only unscathed on was Alex.

They all got dressed not bothering to change, knowing whose room they were in and walked to the private buffet that had been set up for the driver staying in the hotel, courtesy of Paris Hilton's soft spot for Lando.

As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Lando, smiling and laughing as he recorded with his phone.

"Merde, I'm going to die, shut the lights," the youngest Leclerc said as he threw himself on the chair, closest to him, letting his head fall back. Y/n was next to accept the defeat of being conscious, sitting and immediately letting herself slump over her head smacking the wooden table with a loud thud, the woman would have been hurt if Logan hadn't moved his hand under her face, letting it bear the brunt of the impact. The blonde wasn't in any better shape, throwing one of the table napkins on his face to block out all light and noise. Oscar was the last to sit, simply clutching his head in his hands, almost pulling out his hair, at the massive headache he had.

Soon after, the unwilling babysitters followed, scowling at the sight of the supposed adults who were in no condition to be awake.

"All four of you, delete my number from your phone," the Dutchman spoke as he sat down next to his British friend, "eighty-two calls of all of you singing Barbie girl at 2 IN THE MORNING," he yelled slightly making the four whine.

"Please for the love of god shut up," the Aussie spoke up surprising the three sober men.

"Arthur mate, what did you all drink?" his brother asked laughing.

"Last I remember were the shots," he answered in broken French and English.

"So you don't remember when you all ran out of the club and went to Costco?" Lando spoke with a smirk, "And Y/n pushed Arthur around in the parking lot in the shopping carts,"

"What?" the pair asked, the girl sitting up, letting the blonde take back his hand.

"Oh, that is not even the worst part," Charles continued, "You and Oscar stole traffic cones, put them over your head and began tackling each other, and slept on the road," he chuckled making the duo look at each other with wide eyes.

"Oh and let's not forget when Logan and Arthur climbed up a building," he said knudging the brunette next to him. The two in question looked sheepishly at the older men and back onto the table.

"I am never going to drink, ever again," Y/n groaned as she tried to keep her eyes open.

"Yeah right, let's see you in Vegas," The youngest Leclerc sniped, making the girl throw the napkin of Logan's face on Arthur.

"Hey, guys," Lando called out bringing everyone's attention to him, the six waited as Lando's eyes widened and widened, "WHY IS THERE A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHARGE ON OSCAR'S COMPANY CARD?!"

oof this one was long af 😭 but I hope yall like how chaotic the boys get when they're with Y/n, cause we menaces frfr.

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1

[bo0tleg]

GEMS MY FRIEND SAID WATCHING 'TOP GUN: MAVERICK' FOR THE FIRST TIME:

"The jacket! The famous jacket that pulls women, pulls men, pulls the world!"

"Oh look how hot~ he looks on that motorcicle. He's even pracing his ass!"

(Maverick, on screen: "Well... He's not here yet.") The mans madness has begun."

"MAVERICK DON'T DIE YOU STILL NEED TO HAVE YOUR GAY ROMANCE!"

"He lasted two months at Top Gun? HA. He probably was a bigger piece of work than the students."

"From what I can tell, Maverick tamed Iceman. In the first one he was the little annoying bitch and Maverick saw a challenge."

"I mean, at least these two (Penny and Mav) have chemistry. They hooked up in a plane, after all."

"Iceman solves his problems, Iceman keeps his job, what a simp. That's dog behavior."

"Maverick doesn't look likes he's flirting with her, he's just confused. His confused face looks like his flirting face, and people assume. I know this because people do it to me."

"Yeah, he's kinda like that one Olívia Rodrigo song that she gets confused when she sees her ex... What was it again?" ('bad Idea right?' by Olivia Rodrigo)

"I like him (Bob)! He's pathetic like me!"

"Oooohhh they're (Phoenix and Bob) gonna be besties! I can feel it."

(When Phoenix racks Rooster with the cue) "OHOHOHOOOO I LIKE HER ALREADY."

(Didn't notice Hangman taking Bob's cue, I relayed the information) "Aaaahhh don't steal Bob's cue. Bob's cool, Bob's nice."

(After rewinding the scene) "NO, NO, NO! WHO IS THAT? NOBODY CAN STEAL BOB'S CUE! I don't like him (Hangman)."

(Hangman, on screen: Bradshaw! As I live and breathe!) *Slowly turns towards me with dead eyes*

"That's not enemies to lovers, that's just enemies."

"With just this scene, I can tell this guy (Hangman) comes and goes. 'Sometimes I flirt with you, sometimes I hate you.' He's like a tsudere."

"Oh, got it. Phoenix is adopted into the man's group. She's a bro."

"I wouldn't say that they're his support system, but those two are the people that know him the best. Hangman is paying attention because he wants to be the best and needs to defeat Rooster. Phoenix is demonstrating a more sibling like worry."

"Hondo is like Mavericks babysitter."

"Oh. Oh, now Mav's flirting with her."

(Following the 'Baby on Board' comment) "Don't talk shit about Bob! I don't like Hangman."

"Maverick is like a step father to Rooster. Not in the 'HAHA I FUCKED YOUR MOM' kind of way, but in the way that he helped raise him."

"Where is Iceman? I'm here for the two of them, I don't give a fuck about Aeronautics."

"I think Ice and Maverick had a long relationship, but they're not together anymore. They maintained a friendship, but their lives probably went in different directions. I'd say they were together for 10, maybe 20 years."

('I ain't worried' by OneRepublic starts playing) "This song is from 2022? OH MY GOD THE SCENE"

"DON'T PLAY AROUND WITH GRANDPA!"

*Started chanting "BOB! BOB! BOB!" When he got picked up*

*Eeriely quiet during the bird strike, until Maverick starts talking to Rooster* "OH THEY'RE NOT DEAD. THEY COULDN'T HAVE KILLED BOB! IF THEY KILLED BOB I WOULD STOP AND NEVER WATCH TOP GUN EVER AGAIN!"

"Definitely 20 years. Ice is probably the only person Mav actually loved. Like, not a fling?" "Yeah, probably." "He's been with lots of women, and men, but Iceman is the only person he was ever in love with– maybe still is."

"I think his (Ice's) wife knows. That's probably why she recognizes Mav and is kind of friends with him." "That's probably why she just let him go up to see Ice." "YEAH GO AHEAD, FUCK MY HUSBAND!"

"It's pretty easy to notice that Snowman– No, ICEman."

"That is the face of a man who just lost the love of his life."

"Damn, the mans a beast. If It was me I'd already have cried, alone, in a room absolutely destroyed, never to come out again."

"He's got nobody, dude! I just want his step child to come back, because If he doesn't that man's gonna kill himself!"

"Why does it always have to have a romantic ending. Just leave him with his adoptive son. Go away."

"They (Penny and Mav) aren't going to end up together."

"I have a theory! Fanboy is obsessed with women! Cus he's 'Fanboy'." "But wouldn't he be called Simp, then?" "Ah, then he's obsessed with men." "... simp can be for men too."

"There's gonna be a Top Gun Three? Who's it gonna be about? It ain't gonna be Maverick, that man has a foot in the grave already."

"Bob is my favorite in the second movie. I have no favorites in the first one because everybody is very macho and very gay, and that's boring."

[jannahime]

One Helluva Hunt Part 2

Raian Kure x GN Reader Raian Kure x Reader Raian Kure x female reader

Synopsis: You are now trapped in Raian's grasp as he took you with him without hesitation. Where is he taking you? Why did he take you? What y'all's destination....only the Devil himself knows.

Warning: ⚠️ blood, gore, Explicit, violence, angst, brutality, trash husband, Brutal Raian Kure, profanity, rough sex, rough kissing, unprotected sex, M and F oral, breeding, trigger warning

MDNI 18+ only

Side note: some of the stuff on the warnings won't come until later but I'm letting you know what the story will have. And I'm trying to make this one really long at least. It's Raian bro! He needs to shine!

Gif credit: @hoe4rairai and also clideo.com: if I got this wrong please let me know so I can fix.

Word count: l,202

Part 1 ⬇️

You were still being carried like a sack of rice and Raian cackled wickedly in amusement.

“Um….sir…..Mister….where are you taking me?” You say still confused as all you could see was a vast range of forest and dirt and his walking feet.

Raian says nothing as he handles you roughly. “Hey!” You say a bit annoyed as he continues to carry you like a sack of rice.

You notice his ass, firm, and very enticing. You begin to blush. “God he has a fina ass. I want to touch it…it's probably firm.” You think to yourself as you gulp down some saliva and look away from his ass.

“Can you at least tell me your name?” You say pretty irritated.

Suddenly Raian drops you on your bottom in which you land hard on the ground. “OW! HEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE PUTTING ME DOWN!” You Bellowed with rage as you rubbed your butt to soothe the pain away.

“SHUT UP!” Bellowed Raian back with a wicked sneer.

“MAKE ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You yell back, getting in his face.

The two of you growl at each other but Raian seems to be enjoying the interaction seeing as he kept laughing with an amused wide grin.

Suddenly your stomach growls and you back away feeling a little embarrassed. Raian laughs at you as he then gets up and walks away. You wonder what the hell he's doing.

He brings back some wood and starts a fire. “go hunt for your food I ain't no one's babysitter especially for a weakling like you!” replied Raian harshly.

“I'm not a weakling you bastard! And I know how to fucking hint and I don't fucking need a man to do shit for me! And why did you bring me with you anyway!” You retorted back at him loudly.

He continued to laugh in amusement as he got up and went deep into the woods to hunt for a boar. You just fumed and you went your own way to hunt for anything to eat, like a boar, a rabbit, a deer, and yes even a snake.

As you enter deep into the woods you see a boar. But what you didn't know is that it was the same boat that Raian was hunting. As soon as you lunge at the boar and so does Raian.

“I saw it first you jackass!” you growled as you pushed him out of the way. Raian just laughed and lunged forward towards the boar. You punched him in the face and kicked him hard on his side sending him flying through various trees knocking them down like Domino's and that still had no effect on him.

“You think that will stop me! You brat!” He growled as he lunged towards you and the boar. You quickly dodged his attacks and you decided to hide above the trees. Luckily you managed to gather some sticks and some rocks and what you could use as string.

“I’ll be damned if he gets that boar before me!” You grumble under your breath as you make a bow and arrow with what you could gather in the forest.

“Oh Angel cakes! Where are you?” Called out Raian in a chilling singsong tone.

“Tch! Fucking asshole.” You mutter under your breath annoyed. You look for the boar ignoring Raian and once you see the boar you take your aim and shoot the boar down.

You glide from tree to tree to claim your prize but Raian tackles you to the ground. “I found you! Angel cakes!” He growled with a menacing glare still with that vile sneer on his face.

“Oof! Hey you bastard! The boar is mine! I shot it down with my bow and arrow fair and square.” You spat with fury as you pushed him off of you. You hurried and took your prize. But he laughed as he showed you that he had caught many more boars and deers he had hunted down and claimed as prizes.

It was as if he was toying with you from the very beginning the hunt started. You glared at him and purposely bumped into him to move out of the way.

He devoured all of his prizes while you slowly ate yours. He finishes all of his hunts and then he puts out the fire and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder once again like a sack of rice.

“Augh! Hey! You ass! Stop it! Let me go!” You yell as you try to get out of his grasp.

Raian continued to grin slyly as he smacked your ass with his right hand.

“Oh! HEY! WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DID YOU DO THAT! I BARELY KNOW YOU- AUGH!” You yell at him irritated by his personality. He then jerked her back a little on his shoulder making her grab onto the back of his black jacket tightly.

“What a noisy bunny you are.” He says laughing at you as he continues to walk through the woods with you over his shoulder. After a good while of him walking in the woods you start getting sleepy. Your eyelids are getting heavy and your whole body is going and limp.

You finally crash and your hands are swaying back and forth as they start patting Raian’s firm and hot ass.

Raian could hear you snoring so he pulled you backwards and carried you in his arms bridal style.

“Damn it! This stupid woman fell asleep ...how boring…..well at least she won't remember how to get back home since The Kure clan’s village is hidden near the mountains anyway. What a foolish woman she is.” Replied Raian with a heavy and irritated sigh.

The next morning you woke up in an unfamiliar place. There was no more forest. You looked around and saw that you were sleeping on a comfortable futon and a very cozy room with tatami flooring and a beautiful scenery of the veranda surrounded by the gardens and forest.

“W-we're am I?” You talk to yourself all puzzled.

“Oh good! You're awake!” Says a cherry voice. You turn to look and see a young woman with short black hair and the same Black eyes that Raian has. But she seemed much nicer than him. She had a tray of food in her hands.

“Um….hello there….good morning…um….where exactly am I and who are you?” You ask, still puzzled but smiling kindly at her.

“You're at the home of the Kure Clan. I'm Fusui Kure and your sister in law….it's so nice to finally meet my older brother's wife!” She bows respectfully to you.

“Huh…..*blinks rapidly.* Pardon me? Come again?.......” You are still confused.

“Welcome to the family! Sister in law!” She says with a bright smile.

You faint back on the futon as your soul leaves your body.

“OH NO! SISTER IN-LAW! SISTER IN-LAW! GRANDPA! RAIAN’S WIFE FAINTED! SOMEONE! HELP!” Fusui yelled as she quickly grabbed a hand fan and began blowing air to you.

“How….did I……end up in this situation again.” You think to yourself as you scream internally still unconscious.

To be continued: .......

[bellaxgiornata]

It's been awhile since y'all have gotten an internal character dialogue from me, but something weird has been happening this week up in my head with the fictional men who call it home so I had to make one. As always, it's below the cut! Something is going on with Matty and I don't know what...

Me, walking in through the front door: Okay boys, so I've finally got a day off to focus on writing and my plan was--

[Frank looks up from his newspaper, a coffee in one hand. Mikey lowers his book to his lap on the other end of the couch.]

Me, looking around: Where is Matt? Is he sleeping in?

Frank, focusing back on his newspaper: Red isn't here.

Me, raising a brow at Mikey: So he's just...willingly disappeared? Left the pair of you here all alone to get all the attention today? Again?

Mikey, shrugging: Dunno. Seems like it. Not goin' to catch me complainin' 'bout it though.

Me, eyes narrowing: Okay, but he's been quiet all week. Why has he been quiet all week?

Frank, glancing back up from his paper: 'Cause he's been gone all week.

Me, suspiciously: ...gone doing what?

Frank, focusing on his coffee: I ain't his babysitter. Don't know what he's up to. All I know is that he hasn't been here and it's been quiet. Kinda nice, actually.

Mikey, gesturing a hand towards the bookshelf: Ya know, come to think of it, I think I last saw him readin' some o' your binders over there. The story ideas ya have? Thought I caught him cryin'.

Me: Which binder did he have?

Mikey, shrugging again: Dunno. Didn't see the title.

Me: Okay, well were they happy tears or sad tears?

Mikey, apologetic: Sorry, love, I dunno.

Me, focusing on Frank: Do you have any idea what he was reading?

Frank, reading his newspaper: Been busy playing with Lily all week. I got no damn clue what Red has been up to. Maybe he just needed a week off. Needed a break or somethin'.

Me, suspiciously eyeing the bookshelf of fic ideas: Maybe...but I might need to go find him later... He's been far too quiet, it's not normal.

Frank, looking up from his paper hopefully: But you're gonna keep working on the last half of that chapter for me today, right? You almost finished it.

Mikey, also looking hopeful: And ya are still workin' on either chapter idea ya had for Safe Haven or She Lit a Fire, yeah?

Me: Yeah, I'm still working on those. Just hope I don't find Matt passed out in a dumpster somewhere when I do go looking for him later.

Frank: He's a big boy, he'll be fine.

Mikey: I'm sure he just needed a bit o' time to himself, pet. He'll be back.

Me, feeling nervous: I sure hope you boys are right...

[sosa2imagines]

I know where I belong. Part 5

----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Fluff for everyone, tiny mention of Steve -----------------------------------------------------

You had gotten over the pain, Steve had caused you. Talking about Steve, ever since he came back to the tower, he had been sent to back to back missions, and miss Sharon was busy to rise up in her career. Good for you though, you didn't have to see them much or hear their stupid moans.

Now it had became a daily basis thing, for you and Bucky to spend the nights together. You mostly spent time with Bucky, Nat, Wanda, Sam and Tony. You guys had become a happy little family.

Bucky made sure you are in good health, mentally and physically. You went for runs together, meditated together, practice your skills together. But little did you both know, that both of you were finding it difficult to control yourself, around each other. Bucky was still stuck on the idea of going to Wakanda, meanwhile you kept every trainee, any girl except for Nat and Wanda as far as possible away from Bucky.

Now spending time with Bucky felt different. Staring at Bucky would make you feel heat in your body, your stomach did do summersaults whenever you got slight touches by him. Bucky would often tease you about your blushing, and you would awkwardly laugh, and he found that cute too. And good lord have mercy on shirtless days, you blamed anything possible, but nothing made sense.

So on a very boring night, when you both were sleepless and had nothing to do, you teased Bucky to sing, and he did, by playing Bruno Mars. "Can I have this dance with you mam?" he bow down offering you his hand, you laughed at his antics, clearing your throat "Well yes kind sir" you took his hand and he began to swing you both, humming to the lyrics "I ain't playing no games Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart So if you tryna lay in these arms I'ma leave the door open" and with one last swing you crashed into his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer to him until the two of you are pressed tightly against each other "Bucky" you whisper, your breath fanning out across his face. He licks his lips "Y/n" his breath hits your lips and you whimper softly. Just as he leans down, someone clears their throat.

It was Steve giving you both a hard glare. Bucky ignored him and took your hand and went out of the room, without giving Steve a chance to say anything. But that didn't stop you from thinking about the attempt of kiss, what would have happen if you both had kissed? Will it change your friendship? Would you be more than friends? Stupid Steve! ruin the moment. Little did you know, Bucky was thinking the exact same thing. Stupid Steve!

Both of you were red, from the earlier situation, and the fact that you are still holding hands. On the way to your unknown destination, you heard noises coming from the lab. It was Tony, on rare nights he would crash in the tower. "I'll wait for you in the kitchen. Bucky tells you, you nod and go to meet Tony.

"Hey Tons" you whisper and Tony yelps in shock, "Jesus have mercy on me!" putting a hand over his heart. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you home?" Tony tried to scoff, but when he saw your death glare, he gulped "Pepper and I had a fight" he said it casually as if telling you the local news. "What? why? what did you do?" you ask him. "Why do people assume it's me whenever something happens?" "I don't know maybe because you are Tony Stark?" "Damn right, anyway we were supposed to go out tomorrow, and I forgot, I tried to fix it but the babysitter is not free tomorrow" he quickly tells you, seeing you were about to open your mouth. "I will look after her" you offer. "You will?" he asks with hope in his voice. "Yeah me and Bucky can babysit, we don't have any missions or paper work." you tell him. "Tin man will be okay looking after Morgan too?" Tony smirks "Apart from you?" "Tony!" you warn him and he rolls his eyes playfully. "But really you both can babysit her?" "Of course, I miss my goddaughter" Tony gives you a big brotherly hug "You are a life savior!" "Anything for family" you smiled at him.

"So what are you doing all alone, terminator is sleeping?" You glare at him, and Tony mock surrenders "Fine Barnes" "He's in the kitchen" you blush thinking about Bucky which is not unnoticed by Tony. "Late night dinner date?" " About that, I need your advice" "I'm all ears, tell me" he wiggles his brows looking at you curiously. You tell him every single thing from, when you started to feel jealous, to not feeling anything for Steve, all the way to tonight, you guys dancing and almost about to kiss. "Stupid Steve" Tony scowls. "That's what I said" you both high fived each other.

"But don't you think I'm falling for Bucky too soon?" "Y/N it's ok not to feel anything for Steve it does not mean you didn't love him, it only means you have moved on, you had pain, but now it's time to gain, it's ok if you are falling for Bucky, and you are blushing hearing his name", yes you were blushing, every single time when Bucky crossed your mind you did blushed a lot. "Plus no offence if the idiot golden boy can cheat, you can definitely move on, take your time Y/n feel this new beginning, now go to your man" Tony advices you.

"Marriage and parenthood has made you smart, I love you Tony" before Tony can say anything you gave him a quick hug "Bring Morgan tomorrow and go to sleep" with that you left to go find Bucky leaving a speechless and smiling Tony behind.

When you enter the kitchen you saw Bucky sitting at the dinning table with his head down. You sat across him and grabbed his hand.

He looked at you with a sad smile. You gave his palm a light squeeze "Y/n I didn't meant to make you feel awkward.." "You didn't make me feel awkward Buck, we have been dancing around our feelings far too long now. We need to talk" Bucky nodded, you both just sat across each other, holding hands and staring at each other, before opening your mouths in unison. "I think I'm falling in love with you" "I think I'm falling in love with you"

You both looks at each other wide eyes, and Bucky spoke first "Y/n I don't know when I started to fall for you but..." he was nervous to speak and he started to fiddle with the fabric of his sleeve, you hold his hand making him look at you "Bucky even I don't know, how or when I started to fall in love with you." by this time you both had tears in your eyes. "Y/n you are trying to move on and I have no doubts about you, but I don't want to take advantage of the situation" "Bucky I don't even know when I stopped thinking about Steve. He no longer lives in my heart or mind Buck, you do!" Bucky's head snap towards yours, hearing your confession, a tear roll down his cheek, while you tried to blink the tears away, but failed miserably.

"Doll I don't think I have a heart, all I know is pain" "Bucky do you know why you feel pain?", Bucky shook his head no to your question, making you chuckle a bit even though your tears were flowing down. "It is because when you have a heart then there will be pain, and when there is pain then there will be heart too, and with that you will feel other emotions too, but most importantly you'll feel love." "It's a sweet difficulty isn't it doll?" "Yes it is, but we can over come together" "Doll I'm scared, I don't want to lose you and our friendship" "Bucky, even I'm scared, I don't want to lose you and our friendship, but looks like I'm in love with my best friend" you cried and Bucky jumped from the table coming to your side, he crouched down and took your face in his hands "I love you Y/n" and with the confession, Bucky kissed you, softly but passionately. Then he rested his forehead on yours, "I love you too Buck", you both chuckled, tears turning to sniffs.

"Doll go on a date with me tomorrow" "I would love to but not tomorrow" "Why?" he pouts, you kissed his pout making him blush "Tomorrow we are babysitting Morgan" he looked at you to elaborate more, you shook your head "It's a long story Buck" "I'm not sleepy" "Then I'll tell you"

----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- (Part 5 is here lovely people, I hope you all enjoy. Please as always comments and feedbacks are appreciated. If you have any requests let me know. Pretty soon we will get rid of Sharon, just hang in there. 😅❤️) -----------------------------------------------------

[cowboydisaster]

The Fire In Your Eyes

part II: blackwater i

originally posted on 22 february 2023

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 4k

summary: you start to settle in with the gang, making some friends and some enemies. As you acclimate to your new life, parts of you miss the freedom of solitude, while a new feeling drives you towards companionship.

a/n: chapter two is here! For those of you that missed the post, I will be updating this series with a new chapter every wednesday. I'm super proud of this one. Thanks to @margowritesthings for being my beta reader, biggest supporter, and my ride or die

SERIES MASTERPOST

"The hell did you buy in there anyway? A book?" You ask, trotting closer to Arthur and Boadicea to peek over his reins. There's a little leather bound book in his hands that he angrily stuffs into his satchel. You’ve both just left the general store in Blackwater after picking up some supplies for the good of the camp. You have no money, but Arthur had brought camp funds to purchase supplies for everyone. While in the store, he’d found a small leather bound book, and you’ve been thinking about it since you both left the store.

"Ain't none of your business lady, now let's get back." He huffs, spurring Boadicea into a canter past the old withering Blackwater church. The sound of hooves on dirt is loud as you push the horse, gripping tightly onto the saddle horn for extra stability.

"Well if it's none of my business, you shouldn't have bought it in front of me. That's on you." You counter, curious if Arthur even knows how to read, let alone enjoys it. You’ve only been with the gang for three and a half days, but in that time you’ve been able to observe the other gang members. Mostly, you’ve stuck to yourself, eating and working alone unless Ms. Grimshaw makes you work with the girls. But in that time, all you’ve seen Arthur do is physical labor, like chopping wood, going out on jobs, or planning with Dutch and Hosea. You had wrongfully assumed he’s the type of man who only entertains himself with liquor, women and fighting. Every day you seem to be proving yourself more and more wrong. 

"I bought it in front of you because I have to take you with me. You're like a goddamn pet, take my eyes off ya for a second and you're starting something. Dutch didn’t want you causin’ trouble so he told me to keep an eye on ya." 

Fury bubbles in your chest at the new information. This is about that big ugly bastard, what's his name. The past few days you've spent at their camp all he's done is sleep, drink and annoy everyone. He hasn't changed his sweat stained blue flannel since you've been there, and his big brown draft horse has never left the hitching post. He had made some rather crass comments about Arthur bringing you back and you punched him right in the face for it. Nearly knocked him on his ass. It got an amused chuckle out of Arthur, but the other gang members weren't too pleased about you strutting into their camp and starting fights. He started it, you just finished it. But of course you, the newcomer, are to blame and now you need a babysitter. 

"Gonna keep an eye on me, that's it? What- you're gonna sleep next to my bedroll too? Make sure I don't go out and start beating up the folk, even the ones that need it?" You growl, irritated with Dutch for giving you a chaperone, and at Arthur for being the chaperone. 

"If that's what it takes to keep that damn temper under control then, sure" Arthur laughs.

"I guess I'd rather go buyin' romance novels with you then sittin' back there with some of those fools." You bite, cantering towards the opening of the camp. 

"I- dammit woman, it ain't a book. It's a journal. Lost my old one some months ago in a fire.  I saw this one and I just picked it up..." He says. 

You're utterly shocked. He journals? A new little layer of this big tough outlaw falls away and you can peek into the man inside. He goes around saving women in distress and writes about his feelings? Well shit. 

"Never took you for a writer, Mr. Morgan, but it suits you well. Maybe one day you'll have to let me peek in there, see what goes on in that head a you-" 

You stop in your tracks at the sound coming from camp. It's a rat-like voice with a greasy, nasty vocabulary. He's yelling, harassing someone for something. It's an unfamiliar voice and you spur the buckskin faster after Arthur to find the source. Arthur doesn’t look entirely alarmed, more annoyed, as if he knows the voice. When he sees the worry on your face, he’s quick to respond.

"That's Micah… you steer clear of him, alright?" He asks, to which you don't answer.

As your horses slow, stepping into the camp, you hop down from the saddle, tossing your reins over the hitching post and jog into the open area filled with tents. 

"The hells goin' on now? You've been back five goddamn minutes and your stirrin' up a ruckus." Arthur calls out from beside you. 

A medium height, blonde man with a nasty smile and pale blue eyes turns around, running his fingers over his thick mustache. His red shirt is stained with what you assume to be the beer that he reeks of. It has filled his stomach, giving him a drinker’s gut and painting his nose with red blotches. Just the sight of him has you backing up a few steps.

"Awe, didntcha' miss me, Morgan?" He asks sarcastically, holding his arms out in mock disbelief. 

Arthur sports a deep scowl as he glares at Micah, stepping towards him. It's then that Micah notices you standing beside Arthur. You're much shorter than him, but you hold your chin up high, shoulders pushed back. Micah’s lips curl up in an eerie smile as he runs his eyes over your body.

"Well who might you be, madam?" Micah sneers. Pure anger and aggression pump through your veins as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure. Then his eyes move around to the people in camp, lingering on Arthur's. 

"She claimed? You Morgan's whore then? Say, you think he'll share you with me?" Micah laughs maniacally, bending back and resting his hands on his gun belt. His blonde hair is filthy, his teeth even more so, everything about this man repels you. He's a snake, a shifty rat and you can see it from a mile away. 

"I ain't no one's whore." You squint, wishing to just take this bastard out and be done with it. 

"Careful, Micah. She'll tear you a new one." Arthur warns, seemingly hoping that you will. God, he would love to watch you beat the shit out of Micah. He'd pay to.  

Micah seems to be amused by this, laughing loudly and glancing around the camp to see if anyone heard Arthur. He doesn't believe for a fraction of a second that you could best him.

"I ain't afraid of an itty bitty lady," Micah steps forward, glancing down over you before shifting his eyes and addressing Arthur,

"She'd look real pretty on her knees for me, wouldn't she Ar-"

You knee him as hard as you can, right in the groin, causing him to bend at the waist and groan in pain. 

"Y-You bitch!" He yells, right before you slip a pair of metal knuckles that were in your pocket over your fingers and punch him square in the cheekbone. The knuckles cut up his face, blood trickling down his cheek before he falls over, completely knocked out cold. You're a small woman, but with some little adjustments, you're stronger than the men. You slip the knuckles off, sliding them back into your pocket and tapping them for good measure.

"Tried to warn the bastard…" Arthur sighs, grabbing Micah by the feet and dragging him towards the outskirts of camp where he'll probably wake up later. You realize that you'd gained a bit of a crowd, blushing as you look around and see several pleased faces. You remember most of their names. The red haired Irishman, Sean steps over to you, proudly slapping you on the back with a huge grin. 

"Ha! Ya knocked him right on his ass ‘tere! So much for an itty bitty lady, eh?"

A blonde haired woman, a little taller than you comes over with a big smile. She’s under the arm of a young gang member, you think Lennys his name. 

“Well I’ll be damned! Hell yeah, It's good to see another badass woman around here, I was gettin’ tired of puttin’ all the boys in their place.” She laughs, pulling Lenny behind her and moving forward to hand you something. It's a five dollar bill, and you reach out to take it, confused. 

“We had a bet that someone was gonna knock him out soon as he got back. Entertaining us with a show like that? You deserve it. I’d do anything to see that bastard get put down by a lady.”

You smile up at her, nodding to the stranger as you place the bill in your pocket. 

“I'm Jenny by the way. Say, you're new as a shiny penny, figures these boys can't control themselves. Buncha assholes, especially Micah. He gets his fill of torture from all of us though, don't you worry miss." Jenny smiles at you, her blonde hair frames her freckled face beautifully. 

"You wanna come officially meet the girls? We can get you set up, get you a tent and some new clothes. Figure you wanna get away from Mr. Morgan over there for the day, he's a sour bastard." Jenny yells the last part in Arthur’s direction so that he can hear. 

“You’ll hear no argument from me on that account, ma'am.” Arthur quips, dropping Micah into the woods,

You eye Lenny and Jenny, a little unsure. It's hard for you to trust people, especially other outlaws but they seem kind enough. You turn your neck around to see Arthur, the only one you've really interacted with besides the two men you knocked out, and then you look back to Lenny and Jenny. They're both young and bright eyed, hopeful. It's a change you're grateful for, albeit not used to. What could be the harm?

"Alright then, the girls…" You whisper nervously. You've seen a few other women walking through the camp in the past four days, and they've eyed you with curiosity but none made a move to interact with you. You'll never show it but you're a bit nervous. You keep to yourself for the most part. You've had to because you have no one else. But that's changing. 

You follow the two past a few tents, and to a wagon with a few boxes sitting around to be used as chairs. Wolf pelts and blankets are stacked into a makeshift bed on the ground under a hanging canvas. As you take in the little details of the camp, you don't miss the way Jenny and Lenny's hands intertwine, and you smile for it. It's apparent that someone has been through a lot of effort to make the camp homey. Fluffy pelts line the seats and chairs, beautifully decorated animal skulls top some of the tents and each person’s designated area is filled with their personal preferences and belongings. Pictures and books line the little tables and crates around the place and boxes of beer and whiskey as well. It really is a home. 

There's a wagon with canvas material making a little lean to, and under it sit three girls. The first one to notice you has short blonde hair and a contagious smile. There's wonder in her eyes, and optimism. 

"Well hi! We was wonderin' when we'd get to meet you, we could barely hold back from goin' over there but we didn't wanna push ya! Say, you’ve been here just four days and you’ve already knocked down the two biggest bastards here. First Bill and now Micah? I like you already!" The blonde haired girl says before adding, "Oh, I'm Karen by the way. And this is Marybeth and Tilly.” She adds, pointing towards the other girls who smile and wave coyly. The girl furthest from you with dark colored skin and braided hair that collects into a low bun, Tilly, speaks up.

“Don’t be shy, we don’t bite. Well Karen does, but only when Ms. Grimshaw comes around. Doesn’t seem like you’ll be dealing much with her though. You gonna run with the men like Jenny here?” Tilly asks, nodding towards Jenny. You notice the contrast in their attire. Tilly, Marybeth and Karen are wearing dresses, apparently you and Jenny are the only two women who work out of camp. You haven't thought much about what your role will be in the camp though.

“Uh, yeah I guess I will be. I haven’t thought about it much though, just gettin’ here and all…And I’m only stayin’ till I'm back on my feet, so I’ll do whatever needs done till I get enough money to head somewhere else.” You mumble, looking down to your raggedy clothes. The girls grow a little quiet, sensing your dilemma before Jenny speaks up. 

“Well for now, you’re stuck with us! C’mon, we’ll get you some new clothes and have Ms. Grimshaw set you up a tent. I assume you’ll want a tent by Arthur, y’know with him bringing you in and all.”

— —

By nightfall you have three new pairs of jeans, two black and one blue, four new shirts, dark green, white, black and red, and a brand new pair of boots. They’ve accommodated you well, and you try not to think about your growing debt to the gang. 

Your tent is nicer than anything you’ve had for a long while. It's a white canvas ‘A frame’ tent with a nice sized cot, a wardrobe and a nightstand. The girls have given you some blankets and items to decorate around the place and it looks good, it’s rather cozy. Currently you sit cross legged on the cot, writing in your journal. The soft glow of candlelight alongside the campfires outside provide enough light for you to write without straining your eyes. It's a beautiful night, and owls hoot as warm wind blows across the Great Plains, it's a perfect moment. 

It’s the fourth day I've been here, but today was different. I met Jenny, and she introduced me to a few others. She’s a lot like me. Jenny doesn’t follow the rules, she makes her own way. I admire her for that. And Arthur? Well, I haven't  seen much of him. He’s been working on some big job with Dutch, and they’re keeping it real quiet. Oh, and he journals too, he picked one up in town today. Never thought a man such as himself would take to journaling. There’s a heart in there somewhere, deep down as it may be. I guess he’s like me in that way…

You startle at the sound of a knock against the beam of your tent. You jump a little, reaching down to your holster before you realize it’s only Arthur. 

“Shit, sorry. You scared the hell outta me. Ain’t used to livin’ with other people.” You laugh, folding your journal shut and tucking your pen into the book’s spine. Arthur is leaning against the tent beam with two bowls in hand, it looks like he’s washed up, probably in the lake or the river, but he's wearing a clean black stand collar shirt and a new pair of jeans. His wet hair drips a little, and the smell of soap travels to your nose.

“You’ll get used to it. Here, I brought ya some dysentery.” Arthur jokes, holding out a bowl of Pearson’s stew to you. You take it, grateful for it even though it tastes awful. 

“Thanks. Here, come sit, keep me company.” You scooch to the other side of your cot, once again sitting cross legged. 

“Well I ain’t no good company miss, I can promise you that, but sure.” 

Arthur sits down on the cot, and it dips under his weight. He watches you out of the corner of his eye for a moment, then glances at your book while you both eat. 

“So what were you writin’ in that book a’ yours?” Arthur asks, nodding towards your leather journal.  

You crack a smile, prodding at the mushy soup with your spoon. 

“You really wanna know? I'll show you mine, but you gotta show me what's in yours.” You offer with a raised eyebrow. Arthur’s cheeks glow a little red and he scratches at the back of his neck.

“Well I just got it today, and I ain’t put much in it yet.” Arthur says a little awkwardly. You take note of his embarrassment, and make a mental note to peek the next time he has it out.

“So how's it been so far? The camp I mean. Everyone treatin’ you well? I'm sure you’ll give ‘em hell if they don’t.” Arthur asks, looking to you, before bringing the metal bowl up to his lips and drinking down the broth left over in the bowl. You can’t help the smile that brightens up your features while you nod. 

“It’s been good. Jenny’s real nice, I like her a lot. All the girls are kind too. I ain’t talked to much of anyone else, well besides Micah, is he alright by the way?” You ask, hoping you didn’t kill him. You don’t really care if the bastard is dead or not, but killing him on your fourth day in the gang would not help your chances of getting along with Dutch. 

“I think he left for a while, didn’t wanna come back and be the camp idiot for gettin’ beat up by a little lady-” He starts before you interject. 

“I ain’t a little lady.” You bite. Arthur chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender. He disagrees, you are a little lady, but he also wants to keep his head. 

“Whatever you say, miss. I'm partial to keepin’ your fists far away from this old mug,'' Arthur's smile falters for a moment, and he looks over to you with sincerity, “but I'm glad to hear you’re settlin’ in alright.”

You nod, unsure of how to respond as you extend your arm to place the empty stew bowl on your nightstand. Arthur takes it out of your hand instead, standing up and stacking your dishes on top of his own. 

“Well I’ll leave you to it, I don’t wanna take up anymore of your time,” He tips his head to you, “Goodnight miss.”

“G’night Arthur.” You watch his back as he leaves your tent and returns your dishes back to Pearson’s table. 

You think of him as you dress down and tuck yourself into bed. It’s been a long time since you’ve enjoyed someone’s company. He intrigues you. There's so many layers to Arthur Morgan, and you find yourself wanting to peel them back and discover the man at heart. You toss and turn in your bed, angrily fluffing your pillow and tearing your blankets off of your bare legs just to pull them back on again. Despite the new bed, and the tent, you find yourself  longing for the freedom of the grass, you miss the stars. 

With a sigh, you reach down onto the grass below your bed and grab your boots. You swing your legs over the edge and pull them on, not bothering to dress yourself half decent. The shirt you’re wearing is a man’s, it's huge on you, but Jenny figured it would make a good night shirt. The white shirt swallows your figure as you step out of your tent and into the night. Everyone has gone to bed already as you tiptoe to the outskirts of camp. There's a dark forest at the edge, and maybe it's your exhaustion, but you find it enticing. You walk through the grass, wishing that you could feel it on your feet. It’s only been four days, but dammit, you miss the freedom. Solitude can be a beautiful thing, you’ve found out. And even though you’re glad to have been saved by the gang, parts of you ache to return to the wilderness. 

You slip your cowboy boots off, abandoning them on the ground between you and Arthur’s tent. They slump to the ground, spurs clicking as they hit the floor, and you step into the trees.

You pick wildflowers, humming and singing to yourself as you pluck their stems from the earth and add them to your collection. The breeze is warm and it flutters through your hair. A few times you feel eyes on you, but you dismiss them as animals lurking in the night. Some find the woods as eerie and unknown, but they’ve always been your home. You make a little bouquet of wildflowers, they're all different colors and sizes, and you hold them up to your nose and inhale that deep, specific scent. Lastly, you lay back on the grass, holding the flowers in your hands and look up to the stars. 

“A coach and six white horses,”

You twirl a poppy between your fingers, bringing it up to your nose before you continue singing,

“Blacks and bays, dapples, and grays,”

 You bring your knees up, crossing your legs as your hair splays out in the grass.

“All the pretty little horses…”

You’ve always been on your own, and this will be hard. Acclimating to a new place, with new people, and handing your control over to a new leader, all of it has you nervous, uneasy. You’re not sure how long you’ll stay. A part of you, the part that led you into the forest, begs for your freedom back. And yet a new feeling piques your interest as well, and it scares you. You look up at the constellations, tracing the big dipper with your eyes and grounding yourself with the familiarity. This new pull… it’s dangerous. You’ve distanced yourself from others for a reason, and yet here you are, breaking all of your rules.

—

Arthur’s eyebrows draw together as he leans up on his elbows in his cot. He’s been unable to sleep tonight, too distracted with the Blackwater job, and with you to get some shut eye. He’s stirred up by some quiet click noises, followed by some shallow singing. The song reaches his ears and immediately he recognizes it. It's “All the Pretty Little Horses,” a lullaby his momma used to sing to him when he was a kid. There’s some emotion there that he pushes down, sitting up to peek out of the open tent. 

And there you are. 

Arthur's smile is bittersweet as he watches you, laying in the grass in nothing but a goddamn shirt. Because of course you're the type to pick flowers, barefoot in the dead of night. Of course you’re the type to sing to the stars. He chuckles to himself, and doesn’t even think about it as he grabs his empty journal that he’d bought in the morning. He rests the leather book against his knee, leaning over to grab his pencil off his nightstand. As he does so, his eyes collide with the framed picture of Mary. Arthur sighs, gently grabbing the corner of the frame and tipping it so the picture lays face down. 

“Long time ago now…” Arthur whispers, lingering over the photo for a moment before grabbing his pencil. 

He doesn’t think, he just draws, starting with your legs that are crossed over each other, your torso and the flowers in your hand, and then your face and hair as you look up to the stars. He hums along lowly with your singing as he finishes up his sketch. There’s an incredible amount of detail to the picture, and he tries not to think about why that is as he adds a note to his sketch. 

She’s a lot like the stars in a way, I’ve realized. A force, fiery and burning as a flame, not to be reckoned with. She’s got no ties, she’s on her own. And yet she’s kind, singing and picking flowers in the middle of the damn night. She's something else, that woman. 

[heavyhitterheaux]

Cause I Be On My Harlow Shit

A Ballerina's Tale Instagram AU

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yournameonpointe: cause I be on my Harlow shit 💅🏽

jackharlow: and I don't expect anything less 🥰

jackharlow: BUT DAMN MY WIFE IS GOURGEOUS 😍 yournameonpointe: jackharlow stoppppppp 🙈

jessmichelle: my bestie a baddie 😍

lilnasx: lemme get that dress

kehlani: excuse me! but who gave your permission to look this good?!?!

blancathebaddie: I'm surprised that they actually got downstairs on time smh

neelamthadhani: blancathebaddie I second this

jackharlow: look if my wife asks for attention, imma give it to her. I have no shame.

yournameonpointe: gotta start on those eight daughters some time lol

sza: yournameonpointe ain't no way in hell you about to push out eight kids

yournameonpointe: sza you see how fine my man is? best believe I can make it to eight, shit I'll do ten

druski2funny: yournameonpointe jackharlow and do not call me to babysit

lilnasx: druski2funny how they gonna call you when you need a babysitter yourself?

druski2funny: lilnasx I'm tired of your ass always coming for me

lilnasx: druski2funny then stop saying outta pocket shit smh

yournameonpointe: play nice you two!

jackharlow: yournameonpointe ten you say? 👀

urbanwyatt: these two don't know how to act in public

jackharlow: urbanwyatt yes we do!

kehlani: jackharlow please stop lying because all of us have caught yall at least once

yournameonpointe: kehlani caught us doing what, sis?

kehlani: yournameonpointe don't play dumb with me

yournameonpointe: jackharlow baby do you know what kehlani is talking about?

jackharlow: yournameonpointe nope

kehlani: you two get on my damn nerves

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jackharlow: King shit

yournameonpointe: damn zaddy, you got a girl? 😍😍😍

urbanwyatt: here they asses go 🙄

jackharlow: yournameonpointe why? you tryna do something? 👀

jessmichelle: not them being extra in the comments

blancathebaddie: jessmichelle when are they not extra is the question

yournameonpointe: jackharlow I'm tryna do exactly what you're tryna do

jackharlow: yournameonpointe I'm tryna do exactly what you're tryna do too

sza: ENOUGH!

yournameonpointe: jackharlow come get me then

kehlani: yournameonpointe jackharlow WE HAVE A DINNER DATE AND YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE LATE

jackharlow: kehlani we'll get there when we get there

claybornharlow: jackharlow we stay waiting on you two smh

jackharlow: claybornharlow and yall are about to wait some more. yournameonpointe come here babyyyyyy

yournameonpointe: he want a F-R-E-A-K!

druski2funny: oh

jackharlow: druski2funny and she was not referring to you, keep it moving

druski2funny: yournameonpointe you let me know when you want a real man to step in to take your husband's place

jackharlow: druski2funny square up right now

yournameonpointe: druski2funny I hope you aren't referring to yourself

quiiso: well damn

yungskylark: lmaoooooo'

druski2funny: yournameonpointe I thought we had a connection

yournameonpointe: druski2funny we only had a connection that day because you bought me cheese fries

druski2funny: yournameonpointe so you used me?!

yournameonpointe druski2funny used is such a strong word and besides I shared them with my boo jackharlow anyway

druski2funny: 🙄

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yournameonpointe: I still sit and think sometimes about where I would be if I didn't try to make this dream a reality

jackharlow: my little prima 😍😍😍😍

yournameonpointe: jackharlow you're going to stop calling me little!

jackharlow: yournameonpointe but you are. okay, how about fun size?

yournameonpointe: jackharlow do I look like a candy bar to you?

jackharlow: yournameonpointe well....

yournameonpointe: jackharlow never mind don't answer that

kehlani: yournameonpointe but sis, you are little. you are literally the shortest out of all of us

quiiso: yournameonpointe you come up to Jack's thigh on a good day

yournameonpointe: TIME OUT! TIME FUCKING OUT!

urbanwyatt: lmaoooooo

yournameonpointe: urbanwyatt stop laughing because I will punch you

urbanwyatt: jackharlow get your wife because I didn't sign up for this violence

jackharlow: urbanwyatt you laughed so yes you did lol

yournameonpointe: I may come up to his thigh on a good day, but I'm close to something else 👀

jessmichelle: yournameonpointe please stop lol

jackharlow: yournameonpointe oh

blancathebaddie: you two can't go five minutes without each other

jackharlow: blancathebaddie LIES. I went thirty this morning when she was getting ready

blancathebaddie: jackharlow you know what? I'm not even going to bother

jackharlow: yournameonpointe wifey

yournameonpointe: jackharlow hubby. OHMYGAWD I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF SAYING THAT. anyway, yes?

jackharlow: yournameonpointe lmao you're cute

yournameonpointe: jackharlow I know

neelamthadhani: CUT.IT.OUT.

yournameonpointe: all yall need to cut it out simply because yall have been asking for a niece or nephew. newsflash WE HAVE TO MAKE THE BABY OBVIOUSLY

claybornharlow: yournameonpointe but we don't have to hear about it every five minutes!

jackharlow: claybornharlow SAYS WHO?!

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jackharlow: used to dream about days like this

yournameonpointe: oh! looks like my chair is ready. got damn my man fine as hell. COME HERE jackharlow

kehlani: Y/N!!!! CUT IT OUT LMAOOOO

yournameonpointe: kehlani what did I do?!?! I'm innocent

jackharlow: yournameonpointe always ready for you my baby 😏

blancathebaddie: yournameonpointe INNOCENT MY ASS!

urbanwyatt: you two are so lovey dovey and it makes me want to throw up

yournameonpointe: urbanwyatt love you two Urby

jessmichelle: that 'I'm pregnant' text should be coming any day now in the group chat

claybornharlow: will you two please learn how to lock doors?

yungskylark: oh

jackharlow: claybornharlow you walked into my house, I don't have to lock shit

lilnasx: not jackharlow choosing violence against the little brother lmaooooo

claybornharlow: jackharlow and I told your ass, I was coming and you still didn't listen

jackharlow: claybornharlow what wifey says goes

yournameonpointe: claybornharlow I mean we were play fighting

claybornharlow: yournameonpointe without clothes?

blancathebaddie: like I said innocent my ass. now yournameonpointe care to explain this one?

yournameonpointe: blancathebaddie no.

blancathebaddie: jackharlow ?

jackharlow: blancathebaddie happy wife, happy life is all imma say. 😜

urbanwyatt: nasty asses jackharlow: and we would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids. claybornharlow I'm looking at you smh

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so who wants to learn how @aimeelouart 's Calamity Zack and Cursed Cloud met this little Cloud? Well it was because that little Cloud's Sephiroth was angry and seeking aid because he didn't want kids to go through what he, Angeal, and Genesis went through and when Calamity Zack and Cursed Cloud were in his world he asked for their help to see if there were any kids Hojo kidnapped to use as experiments and it turns out there was

Sephiroth is angry about that and instead of marching off to behead Hojo he looks straight at Cursed and asks "would you like to do the honors?" As he wonders if maybe killing Hojo could aid Cursed of any Hojo related trauma by letting Cuesed kill the scientist however he makes sure to figure out if the kids were even alive however only finding out that two kids were still alive [Cloud and Zack]

Sephiroth quickly escorts Zack to a doctor who won't go to science and goes back to Cloud where he overhears Cloud talking to Calamity Zack about how they're so cool and such and that Cursed Cloud is to cool to be called a curse [bless your heart little chocobo], if wondering where Angeal and Genesis are is they made a distraction via letting the specimens out to cover Sephiroth and Cursed Cloud's tracks as that world's Kunsel fucks up the cams

Sephiroth after the events takes Cuesed Cloud and Calamity Zack up with little Cloud to the room where Little Zack is so they both can be updated on the situation this is where Sephiroth steps up and mentions he'll take two little ones in and looks at Cursed Cloud and Calamity Zack for some parental advice if they have any [unaware he's speaking to dads here lol] Angeal, Genesis, and Kunsel come in and state they will aid Sephiroth with the kids when Sephiroth is on mission and if needed they will take turns [Kunsel here ends up becoming Uncle Kuns]

[Sephiroth and his partners and friend suddenly getting bombarded by tons of dad info would be straight up funny] Sephiroth showing he does care for those around him but is still his awkward self as well however he gets called 'the protective silver dragon' at this point as he basically does his damn hardest to care for his adopted two sons

Calamity Zack at some point in time will notice that Sephiroth ain't resting much as he works a whole lot but also spends most if not all his free time with his partners, kids, and friend to the point he needs a break [the silver dragon needs a good nap lol] so Calamity Zack asks Angeal, Genesis, and Kunsel when they have their days off so Sephiroth would get some sleep but also help with a schedule

Sephiroth out of the blue since Calamity Zack is trusting would ask when Calamity Zack isn't busy to watch the two only when he isn't busy and if he wants to and that he's even willing to pay Calamity Zack and even make sure Calamity Zack even has lunch himself while babysitting [geez Sephiroth going to town on the dad instincts but also the abilities of cooking that Angeal bestows apon him so the kids are fed and even the babysitter]

Sephiroth at random does mention that he doesn't know if he's doing to much or to little so he might need more tips but even some tricks if needed.

I think Cursed Cloud is proud of the two little ones for making Sephiroth, Angeal, and Genesis become dads [who take their parental tasks very seriously just like their jobs since they love their kids dearly and Kunsel is being a great uncle to them] though one thing's for sure is that he probably didn't expect the firsts to go head first into but they did anyway [Cursed Cloud got like eight to go boxes full of food Angeal and Sephiroth made as a thank you for the help on top of that even let Cursed Cloud nap on the comfy reclining couch]

alright so it's 7:10am and I'm going to sleep because I haven't went to bed [I really need to fix my sleep schedule I swear, anyways enjoy this concept]

[dragon-queen21]

Little Miroku + cg Inuyasha fic

Crossposted on my ao3 if you prefer to read it there <3

Miroku's my favorite character therefore he gets babied :3

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"Why am I stuck babysitting you? Why couldn't Sango do this?" Inuyasha huffs, sitting down in front of the regressor. The half demon puts a mocking tone to his voice as he mimics what the instructions given to him. "’Inuyasha, stay here and watch over Miroku, he's too little right now. You can handle that can't you?’ Keh!"

The group was stopped at an inn for the night the stress of travel without proper lodging catching up on them all. Miroku especially who’s headspace had plummeted the moment they had started to settle. Somewhere between Inuyasha checking to make sure the rooms they were staying in were safe, and the girls leaving to go bath he had gotten forced into the position as babysitter and he was not liking it.

Miroku doesn't seem to be paying any attention to him as Inuyasha complained aloud, busy fidgeting the beads wrapped around his right hand instead.

"Hey! Be careful with those!" Inuyasha snaps, swatting at the other's hand as the regressor tried to pull off the beads. "Don't take that off ya hear? And don't try chewing on ‘em neither." He adds on the last part as if he could read the little's mind.

Miroku deflates.

"Are you seriously pouting?"

The age regressor nods. "Meanie!" He shouts before returning to his sulking. Going as far as to turn his back on his friend.

"How am I the meanie when all I'm doing is trying to keep you an’ me safe?!"

Miroku whines. "I don't want them on though." He shakes his hand out to prove his point. "Feel icky."

Inuyasha grabs the regressor's hand to hold it still. "Yeah, well you're just going to have to deal with it. Cause the only way I'm letting you take those off is if your wind tunnel just so happened to magically disappear on its own, which last I checked, ain't gonna happen."

"I wan' Sango." For a moment Inuyasha swore that the boy was going to cry. He doesn’t, instead sticking out his tongue and continuing to sulk.

Inuyasha sighs. "You and me both bud." He realizes he should probably be a bit softer on the kid, but damn it, he was exhausted from days’ worth of traveling really just wasn't in the mood to deal with his friend at the mental state of a fussy toddler.

So umm, what do you wanna do till they get back?"

"Cuddles?" The monk makes slight gabby hands towards the other.

"Seriously?" He asks, pointedly not rolling his eyes at the continued grabby hands. "Fine then, your call. Come 'ere." He picked the regressor up, settling him into his lap. Miroku's practically engulfed with the fabric of the half demon's kimono. "There. That alright?"

"Puppy!" The regressor makes a grab for Inuyash'a ears.

"Nooo! Not a puppy." Inuysha gave Miroku's forehead a soft bonk with the back of his hand. "I'm a demon, you got that? Not a puppy."

Miroku only giggled, reaching for his ears again. "Pup-py!"

"Ugh..."

[kennyomegasweave]

I caved and started watching Never Let Me Go despite usually not watching shows as they air because I like to marathon things. These are my live thoughts on episodes 1-3. Let's go.

Ep. 1:

Damn. The dad got Bruce Wayne'd in the first scene. And on his kid's 18th birthday. Guaranteed he ain't liking his birthday anymore.

This mom is a bad bitch. Nothing better happen to her. Also they're like this 18 year old is in charge of the family and all that and like he's 18. But his mama is a bad bitch.

OOO SHADY UNCLE WE ARE 10 MINUTES IN AND GOT A SHADY UNCLE. And possibly cousin. 👀👀👀

MY MAN HAS SHOWN UP ON A BOAT. Oh I'm guessing he's poor. lol

Oh this rich baby is already struggling. Also he's getting bullied??? Excuse me. He's wealthy???

Did this young man make it to 18 with no friends at school??? What is going on. No wonder he's gonna get sprung on his first friend hired to protect him.

Oh shit my man is fine as hell. I'm stuck.

Oh I figured out why they're bullying the wealthy kid, I think they're all rich kids cause my man showed up and they were like I DONT RECOGNIZE HIS NAME HE LOOKS POOR. lol

"We can wins thousands on playing basketball at lunch cause everyone bets." My man is like ...what. Like some of us are poor Steven. lol

Oh main kid is like LEAVE ME ALONE GO WITH YOUR FRIENDS YOU ALREADY HAVE my baby really has no friends. OMG THE KIDS ARE LIKE YOU KNOW HIS MOM HIRED SOMEONE TO KILL HIS DAD. Y'all is rude as hell. Just you wait until my man becomes his man cause y'all are gonna get WRECKED. I can taste it. lol

Oh shady uncle has shown up. Shady ass bitch. I don't trust him.

MAMA IS A BAD BITCH. Just out here putting shady uncle in his place. Although like I can't 100% say she didn't have her husband killed but I also know that the shady uncle very well may have. TRUST NO BITCH. I just love seeing women slap down men.

Dude this dude is stupid hot I cannot even focus. lol

Baby just realized my man is here as kinda his bodyguard. Like bro that was obvious. Oh baby. He's not handling his babysitter well. He's being rude. Don't be rude. You're gonna fall in love with this boy.

Aww he just asked him to be his friend, not a bodyguard. Baby really is out here alone. That's so sad.

"Your job is to protect Nuengdiao. This could be a lifelong job for you." Well I mean I'm guessing he does and it is cause they're gonna fall in love.

Ep 2:

"Have you ever had eggs Benedict?"

I've never heard of it.

"It's breakfast for rich people."

Why do rich people need so many breakfast dishes?

"So he can chose what he wants." I screamed. Eat the rich. Though I'm guess Palm will be eating the rich later. HEY OH.

Nueng really is precious cause he just doesn't seem to understand he's rich and rich people like don't act this way. Baby just wants friends so badly. lol

Oh here's Palm's dad being like "we are the help we can't be eating at the table" and poor Nueng is like I JUST WANT A FRIEND. I'm guessing Palm's dad is really not gonna handle them falling in love well.

AWW HE WANTED TO DRIVE TO SCHOOL TOGETHER. My boy is just lonely as hell.

Not the teacher picking Palm to speak Mandarin as if he studied it at all. PEOPLE ARE POOR STEVEN.

Oh possible shady cousin is now Palm's tutor. "Oh you're from the beach? You worked on a fishing boat? That's so cool!" He's one step away from like I've never met a poor person before. lol

Oh Palm just learned Nueng gets bullied. He doesn't look pleased. As I said I'm sure these dudes will be getting WRECKED at some point. Also okay maybe shady cousin isn't that bad. But they're clearly not friends.

This class president doesn't seem like a bad dude but I'm also like what is your motive. Oh maybe he's just a good dude? Don't know that, neither does Nueng.

Oh does the cousin who is possibly not shady like the class president? Who is now trying to be close to Nueng? Oh the tangled weave of feelings we have. lol

NUENG JUST PUT PALM'S HAND ON HIS NECK AND PALM IS GETTING THE VAPORS. SAME.

"At school I can be your friend but here I am your employee." Oh baby don't listen to your dad, Nueng wants to be your friend. But also like Nueng you kinda are his boss and like you can't do that.

Oh not shady uncle having his kid there while he's cutting off fingers of dudes. Okay, I'm gonna go with I don't think Chopper is a bad dude. His dad is def wanting a coup. Oh he better not poison Chopper. He seems sweet.

NOT THE UNCLE SAYING WE COULD KILL THEM BOTH. Chopper wasn't even down for cutting off fingers of people stealing and he's like WE COULD KILL YOUR AUNT AND COUSIN to him. SIR.

Chopper better get his man, the Class President, and be cute somewhere away from his flop ass dad.

Aww Nueng just got Palm permission to use the pool in front of his dad. I've only had Nuengdiao for an episode and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill his shitty uncle and everyone else in the room.

What the hell? Y'all are late so you gotta do push-ups? Thailand don't play. Oh snap and here comes Nueng late and the teacher's like oh you don't have to do them. No fucking wonder the kids all make fun of him. Y'all are creating hatred in their hearts.

Oh Class President is Ben. And Chopper is sprung. Chopper's only interested in stocks and bitcoin? Don't do my boy like that. Don't make him a Reddit Bro. Oh he's jealous af. He's also a bad liar. Okay I've only had Chopper for like 15 minutes and I would kill his dad for him. Also, damn Ben just went off about how much he likes Nueng and you can see Chopper's heart breaking.

Oh he wants to watch Palm swim? I get it. He's stupid hot. I understand Nueng in this scene because I am Nueng.

"Music's an art and you play sports." Palm's little offended face. lol

Oh the boldness of Maggie. I like her but it's also like girl how can you see Palm's face watching Nueng play and be like "oh I'm interested in this one." Ma'am. He was stuck hearing Nueng play.

Nueng is jealous of Maggie. Palm is catching feelings for his 100% off limits boss.

Palm straight up whooping those dudes. Nueng was scared and horny. Aww he bought all that man's food. Palm helped him by saving him physically from being robbed and Nueng helped him with money. They compliment each other and they don't even know yet. 🥹🥹🥹

Not Palm showing up and interrupting Nueng and Ben's flirting and being like ABSOLUTELY NOT. A jealous baby. But it's also so sad because like he can't just be cute and flirty with the boy he likes cause he's his employee and just ugh.

"I didn't have any questions, I just thought he was being an ass to you." No baby you were jealous. But it's okay.

Oh Nueng laying it down to Palm and his dad. Just straight up ordering them. I mean, if Palm's dad is so big on "they are our bosses" he's gotta listen to Nueng.

Ben witnessing the potential hit. Are we supposed to think he's shady? Cause I don't want to believe that. I think he was just watching the cute boy he likes cause you know that's what you do in high school.

Nueng 100% has a point. If he's supposed to a leader and in charge, they can't keep him in the dark. But I get Mama's point. That's her baby. She's like absolutely nothing can happen to him. I get that. But also like ma'am how can you be like "take care of him physically and emotionally." Please don't let Nueng think Palm only likes him as an order.

Ep 3:

I do kinda feel for Palm's dad because I get it's kinda like a situation for him cause he is an employee of a wealthy family and he's like "we are the help" and that's never led him wrong before and now Nueng's like breaking norms for his kid and that's gotta be weird. But also like they gonna fall in love dude you gotta accept it. Most people would love it if their kid was taken in by a kind rich man. lol

Nueng just saying "we're a good match. You have muscles I have a brain" and wrecking Palm. Play Usher's U Got It Bad for Palm. lol

Why doesn't Palm have a tie? I need someone familiar with Thai schools to help me. Because I'm really sitting here like "it's cause he's poor." And I know that's not right but it amuses me. lol

That dude trying to bully Palm and Nueng saying not on his watch bitch.

But damn they go hard in Thailand cause they're like YOUR DEAD DAD SUCKED and that's ice cold.

I've gone back to trust no bitch about anyone not Nueng or Palm. Like Ben, why are you asking about Palm? I'm sure it's just cause he's jealous but I'm also like ...is that all? NUENG DON'T TELL BEN ALL THIS. Ben just shooting his shot. I honestly don't know if I don't trust him or if I'm just like LEAVE MY MAN'S MAN ALONE. lol

Palm's assorted button ups are A+ and I would like them in my wardrobe.

Palm really is out here watching Nueng play piano like it's the greatest thing he's ever seen. My boy is sprung.

NO YOU DID NOT DO THAT BENJAMIN. HOW DARE YOU. Fuck off. "I'm the class president I can handle it no one's trying to kill him." Like he didn't witness that motorcycle confrontation. I don't trust him anymore. I don't like this bitch. I don't trust this bitch.

Maggie really out here like Palm come to this party for me. While he's watching Nueng sprung. Ben being all DON'T INVITE HIM. You speak when spoken to, BEN. And nobody fucking spoke to you. Maggie just being like come dance with me." "Girl are you deaf? He wants to get with Jeff." Also Ben being like let's dance together while Nueng's watching Palm dance with a girl all sadly. Get a clue.

Damn. The longing. They are both dancing and they are both dancing with the wrong person who they don't wanna be dancing with. THE LONGING. They keep looking at each other. I don't understand at all how Ben and Maggie are pushing on. It's embarrassing.

Nueng looking at pictures of Ben but thinking of Palm. And getting jealous of Maggie. Girl he don't want Maggie. He's legit sitting in bed day dreaming about dancing with you. Play Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer.

Okay. I stil think Mama is a bad bitch but I'm also don't think she may be the best like business person? I don't know. I have no knowledge of business. lol

Also. Where is Chopper? I miss my boy. I am back to thinking he's shady based on nothing except he's clearly sprung on Ben's flop ass but I don't care. I will stand with my wife.

Okay, it's hot but like why does Palm know how to shoot? And shoot so well? He's so mysterious and sexy. Palm says he fights for love. I like that in a man. Also he kept going and Nueng's face was getting more and more thirsty. Same girl. Same.

Oh so now we're getting to the point where I think Nueng is becoming aware of the ~tension~ between them. Yes. Yes god. Nueng is looking at Palm shooting, and shooting well, like he's ready to risk it all in that shooting range. Same girl. SAME.

MY BOY IS HERE. Not Nueng asking him about Ben cause Ben has a crush on him and he's trying to be interested. Don't make my boy give you advice on how to mack on his crush. "He can't stay close to someone." The subtle don't like my man please. Oh Chopper.

NOT SHADY UNCLE SAYING CHOPPER CAN TAKE OVER THE BUSINESS CAUSE NUENGDIAO HAS NO INTEREST. Chopper's already told you he don't want it. Take my SON'S name out your mouth.

Chopper out here like damn Palm you built. This is a homosexual. Shady Uncle really is the worst. And I will not learn his name. He's really out here threatening everyone every two seconds. My dude. Get a grip.

Palm's feelings are hurt cause Ben's hating ass said he was a servant. And Nueng's like no I didn't call you that! But his feelings are still hurt. Sad babies.

That's right Nueng. Put a tracker in your shit. Oh Nueng can't fight. But his man sure can. And that dude fucked up by touching Nueng. Damn he put him in the ICU.

And here's flop ass Ben. "Sorry I didn't help." No need for you sir Nueng's man put a dude in the hospital AND got his necklace back all while you were useless somewhere else.

"Are you scared of me?" Palm, he thought that was hot as hell. Let's be real. And his "you gotta let me get hurt sometimes." Yeah baby I don't think he'll be doing that. Ever. You got a man that will whoop ass for you. Cherish it.

In conclusion. I am so into this show. I'm mad I can't just watch it all in one go. I don't know how I'm supposed to watch all this on only a weekly basis.

1. Nueng and Palm better end up married with two cats and a dog.

2. Chopper is my son, my wife, my confidant, my silly rabbit. He may be shady, we don't know yet, I don't care. I'm prepared to stand with my cancelled wife if it comes to it.

3. I need all of these episodes out like now.

[thecursedhellblazer]

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || Accepting !

@defyxoblivion sent: Ⓐ Klarion Bleak, the Witch Boy

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

"Woh? I gots eyes. Th' lad's good-lookin', n' aye, he's sort o' cute when he dun gets th' most basic social shite." Cue to an amused snort. "N' I bet tha' he could look...appealin' under the rite circumstances. If yeh catch me drift."

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

"Personality wise, he's a wee bit...less attractive. Dun get me wrong, th' lad 's bright, even too bloody smart for 'is own sake at times, but he ain't th' easiest person to deal wit'. He can be a friggin' pain in th' arse. N' I'd know, 'cause I'm one too. Blimey, I swear tha' if I gots white before me time, it's goin' to be his fault."

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

"Theoretically speakin'? I wouldn't mind at all. He's attractive n' I'm curious to see 'ow he'd act if propositioned. Cor, th' last time I mention fuckin' to 'im, he said some shite 'bout friggin' marriage. It was hilarious."

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

"Me official role is Klarion's 'babysitter'. Zee calls it 'guardian', but trust us, I'm bleedin' babysittin' an eternal teenager wit' a jus' as lastin' identity crisis. It wouldn't be too bad, if it wasn't tha' said lad 's far too powerful for e'eryone's sake. But we've been in each other's 'air for a while now n' I think yeh can say tha' we're mates too."

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

"Our first meetin' wasn't woh yeh'd call pleasant. N' after tha' Zee dumped 'im under me protection n' I spent a bloody week keepin' 'im n' 'is fuckin' cat under locks. It wasn't easy. At all. I slept even less than I usually did 'cause I felt like I couldn't turn me eyes away from 'em. Tho, I gots to say tha' by th' end o' it, we were already startin' to get alon'. Yeh sure as 'ell can't be bored 'round someone like 'im."

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

"Th' crazy lad grew on me. I could say tha' he didn't, but it's bloody obvious. He still drives me mad more often than not, but...he's fun to be 'round. He challenges me n', while I love a quiet day as any other bloke, I enjoy th' rite kind o' stimulation too. Also, he grew up n', blimey, he turned out friggin' easy on th' eye."

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

"I dunno 'ow much kissin' experience he gots, but I bet tha' he probably kiss like a bloody virgin. So, 's goin' to take 'im lots o' practice to catch up wit' oul me. Or, even easier, I could teach 'im a few tricks meself."

[wildwoof]

❝Ohhh, so that's how it is. I always kinda thought of you as family, y'know~. Are you gonna start reading us to sleep? ... Kidding, kidding!❞

❝Hard pass. You couldn't pay me enough to start treating you like a parent or something equally as stupid as that. ...Although, I'm not gonna fight you on it if you really do want to fork over an allowance. ~♪❞

"Don't come howlin' at me 'bout it! I haven't been the one thinkin' of you both as my kids. That's all thanks to a certain someone else who won't be named. I ain't readin' any books to anyone nor am I tossin' any money 'round. If ya wanna get an allowance, just continue workin' hard as idols reachin' for the top. I'm not gonna baby either of ya also! If anything, I used to be like a damn babysitter, what with all your pranks and foolin' 'round. But I ain't your patent! I also don't wanna be treated like your parent. I'm just your senior lookin' out for ya, ok?!"

[babel-and-beam]

People sure know how to reach you when they need something 🙄 like woman, he's sad and your 4 days late unless you've been messaging him since. He better not be in harm's way but girl leave me be. Like everyone has their role and wanna act like they some fucking hero cause they don't understand feelings.

Yea, I don't play either but bitch, I don't instigate those who wish for happiness. Like you probably feel guilty or your ignorant, cause why you hitting me up as if it's the first time this nigga said shit. As if he's 10. Like if you know something, tell me. But not no social media bs when yall be on the internet saying worst because someone hurt your little pride.

I worry cause I've had suicidal ideation, but I'm not a damn moron. Some people need fucking attention not care 😒

I think I appreciate folks checking on these threats, but because folks aren't allowed to have some level of leeway, we're doing the most. At the same time, how do you allow such without opening the floodgates to real harm? Cause I'm not checking on every fucking outburst, if the wolf comes for you, I can't fucking help cause I'm not NOBODY'S babysitter. Death is a natural part of life, we just have our views on life and the way it should go. But even the other one's actions & feelings has NOTHING to do with me. But my major reason for even writing this...I DIDN'T DO IT, SO YOU SHOULD ALL HAVE THE ABILITY TO FIGURE OUT SOME EMOTIONAL THRESHOLD FOR ONESELF. No, everyone ain't me but don't take your lack of belief in yourself on me cause you wanna be dumb. That girl talking to me like we speak on anything else and like she's taken any other positive actions. Don't give me no damn orders and just send me a damn message. If I was home, DON'T CALL ME AT MIDNIGHT FOR A NIGGA I LIVE WITH.

I'm not that damn daft no matter what anyone thinks. Those same idiots have never even checked on me... the one who can actually kill himself without saying anything 😒 So I super hate folks tryna tell me sumn. I get it, everyone going through something but bitch so am I & yet I don't get check-ins, I get distress fucking calls like I'm the police who doesn't have his own concerns that have sent me to places yall could NEVER see.

... so maybe im bitter... not so much that I'm self-centered, but I can tell the damn difference between things.

... I'm also one of the few to go to those dark places cause I see value where others refuse to.

All in all, hope he's okay but don't fucking blow my line up for your comfort. You know your fucking role so don't act like you give a shit as if emotions are that FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND. Bitch when folks are sad and lonely, they want to die, it's called fucking heartbreak. Grow tf up and stop acting like you're emotionally intelligent for reacting to trigger words and nothing else

[enchantedquill-40]

Fevered Fruits: Sawyer's candid revelation about his sexuality had taken an unexpectedly dark turn. Jack's expression shifted from curiosity to concern, realizing the weight behind Sawyer's words. The jungle's vibrant colors seemed to lose their luster as Sawyer's voice wavered, recounting a painful chapter of his life.

His eyes distant, Sawyer continued, "My old man found out 'bout it, beat me to death. Never did anything 'bout it. Spent two weeks in a damn hospital."

Jack's features tightened, the carefree atmosphere shattered by the harsh reality of Sawyer's past. He could sense the lingering pain in Sawyer's words, a pain that transcended the physical scars. "I'm sorry, Sawyer," Jack said softly, his empathy replacing the curiosity that had sparked the conversation.

Sawyer shrugged, attempting to mask the vulnerability in his eyes with a nonchalant demeanor. "Hell, ain't nothin' new. Life's a series of punches, ain't it? Just gotta roll with 'em."

Despite Sawyer's attempt to downplay the impact, Jack could see the emotional toll etched on his face. The wild fruit, once a source of laughter and unexpected revelations, had unveiled a darker truth. Jack's protective instincts kicked in, a newfound determination to be there for Sawyer rising within him.

"I can't believe he did that to you," Jack said, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. "You didn't deserve that."

Sawyer looked away, a conflicted expression on his face. "Deservin' or not, it happened. Made me tougher, I s'pose," he mumbled, but the bravado couldn't mask the lingering pain.

In that moment, the jungle seemed to echo with the weight of unsaid words. Jack, normally the pragmatic leader, found himself navigating unfamiliar territory. The connection between them deepened, bound by shared vulnerabilities and the unspoken understanding of pain.

As Sawyer's story unfolded, Jack couldn't help but feel a surge of compassion. The wild fruit had become a catalyst for honesty and shared pain, transforming their makeshift babysitting scenario into a poignant exchange. Jack's initial reluctance to embrace the unexpected emotions shifted into a silent promise to be a pillar of support for Sawyer.

The hospital room, where Sawyer had spent those agonizing two weeks, loomed metaphorically in their conversation. Jack couldn't erase the past, but he could offer a different kind of refuge on the island — one of understanding, acceptance, and support.

A subtle shift occurred within Jack as he realized that his feelings for Sawyer were evolving beyond mere camaraderie. The shared vulnerabilities and Sawyer's resilience in the face of adversity touched something deep within Jack, forging a connection that went beyond the confines of their mysterious island.

In the quiet aftermath of Sawyer's revelation, Jack's unspoken promise lingered in the air. The jungle, now a witness to both laughter and shared pain, seemed to embrace the complexities of their connection. As the effects of the wild fruit gradually wore off, Jack found himself committed to being not just Sawyer's reluctant babysitter but a steadfast companion on the journey through the untamed landscapes of their shared experiences. Sawyer's words hung in the humid air, a mixture of vulnerability and unexpected humor. Jack couldn't help but chuckle at Sawyer's candid admission. The contrast between the heavy revelations and Sawyer's carefree giggles created a surreal atmosphere in the heart of the jungle.

"You like girls from that end?" Jack raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile playing on his lips.

Sawyer grinned mischievously, swaying slightly. "Sure do, Doc. But, gotta admit, I like men better. Girls are gross, yuck." He punctuated his words with an exaggerated shudder, as if the mere thought of girls was too much for him to handle.

Jack couldn't stifle his laughter at Sawyer's theatrics. The unexpected comedic relief eased the tension that lingered from Sawyer's darker confessions. "Well, you're entitled to your preferences, Sawyer," Jack replied, still smiling. "But, uh, maybe don't let the ladies hear you say that."

Sawyer shrugged nonchalantly. "They ain't gonna hear it. I got more charm than that. Plus, they can't resist the ol' Sawyer swagger."

Jack chuckled, appreciating the return of Sawyer's signature confidence. The wild fruit's effects, it seemed, had taken them on a rollercoaster of emotions, from vulnerability to humor and everything in between.

As they bantered, Jack found himself enjoying the unexpected camaraderie. Sawyer's unfiltered honesty and playful demeanor brought a new dynamic to their interactions. The jungle, now a witness to confessions, pain, and laughter, seemed to embrace the complexities of human connections.

Sawyer, still swaying with an exaggerated swagger, continued his lighthearted commentary. "You know, Doc, you're alright. Didn't think I'd say that about a guy who's always tellin' me what to do."

Jack smirked, shaking his head. "Well, Sawyer, turns out you're not so bad yourself, especially when you're not trying to con everyone."

Sawyer feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Hey, Doc, I'm hurt. I'm a changed man now, under the influence of these magical fruits."

Jack laughed, realizing that, despite the unconventional circumstances, he was enjoying the unguarded moments with Sawyer. The jungle, with its mysterious allure, had become a backdrop for unexpected friendships and revelations.

As the effects of the wild fruit gradually waned, Sawyer's antics became less exaggerated. The playful banter subsided, leaving behind a residue of shared experiences and newfound understanding. The connection between Jack and Sawyer, forged through laughter, vulnerability, and unexpected confessions, remained intact.

I

The jungle, in its timeless wisdom, seemed to acknowledge the ever-changing nature of their connection. Jack, once a reluctant babysitter, now found himself appreciating the complexities of Sawyer's character. The laughter, the pain, the unexpected admissions — all of it wove together into a tapestry of shared experiences, creating a bond that defied the untamed landscapes surrounding them. The lingering echoes of laughter faded in the jungle air as Sawyer's eyes met Jack's with newfound earnestness. "You're not going to tell the others, Jack?" he asked, the glint of vulnerability returning.

Jack, having grown accustomed to the twists of the island, responded with a nod. "No, Sawyer, your secret is safe with me. I won't share what you told me."

Sawyer visibly relaxed, a mixture of gratitude and relief washing over his features. The unexpected connection they'd formed beneath the jungle canopy felt fragile yet genuine, a shared understanding that transcended the complexities of their individual pasts.

"Good," Sawyer muttered, his voice carrying a sincerity that Jack hadn't anticipated. The weight of Sawyer's trust settled between them, an unspoken agreement that went beyond the boundaries of their roles on the island.

"But," Jack continued, a stern note entering his voice, "no more eating strange fruits, alright? We've had enough adventures for one day."

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Aw, Doc, you're no fun. Those fruits were a wild ride."

Jack shook his head with a chuckle. "I'd rather not risk another trip to the hospital, especially for something that doesn't involve smoke monsters or polar bears."

Sawyer chuckled in agreement, the camaraderie between them solidifying. The jungle, having witnessed confessions and laughter, seemed to embrace the unspoken bond formed in the aftermath of wild fruit-induced revelations.

As they made their way back to camp, the lush foliage surrounding them, Jack couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turns the day had taken. The island, with its mysteries and dangers, had a way of revealing both the vulnerabilities and strengths of those who inhabited it.

The campfire flickered, casting shadows on the faces of the survivors as Jack and Sawyer joined them. The usual banter and camaraderie continued, but Jack noticed a subtle change in his interactions with Sawyer. There was an unspoken understanding, a shared secret that lingered beneath the surface.

Days passed, and the island's routines resumed. Jack and Sawyer navigated the challenges of survival alongside their fellow castaways. The unspoken pact between them held strong, their connection evolving beyond the initial surprise of wild fruit-induced confessions.

Late one evening, as they sat by the campfire, Sawyer shot Jack a sidelong glance. "You know, Doc, despite all the craziness, I'm glad I ended up on this island with you and the rest of these misfits."

Jack smiled, acknowledging the sentiment. "Yeah, it's been one hell of a journey."

Sawyer leaned back, staring at the stars above. "Guess sometimes you gotta get lost to find what really matters."

Jack nodded, the flickering campfire casting a warm glow on their faces. The island, with its mysteries and challenges, had become the backdrop for unexpected connections and self-discovery.

As the night wore on, the laughter of their makeshift family echoed through the jungle. The bonds formed beneath the canopy of trees, fueled by wild fruits and shared secrets, held fast. In the heart of the island, amidst the unknown, Jack and Sawyer found solace in the camaraderie that transcended the untamed landscapes surrounding them. The island nights had a magic of their own, and under the starlit sky, Jack and Sawyer found themselves drawn to each other in a way that surpassed the bounds of their wild fruit-infused confessions. A subtle shift occurred between them, an unspoken agreement that went beyond friendship. Sawyer, usually the epitome of self-assured confidence, seemed genuinely excited about the prospect of dating Jack.

One evening, by the campfire's warm glow, Sawyer turned to Jack with a grin that could light up the darkest corners of the jungle. "Hey, Doc, what do you say we make this island adventure a bit more interesting? You and me, a date under the stars?"

Jack couldn't help but be taken aback by the unexpected proposal. The island had thrown them together in ways they couldn't have predicted, but this was a twist even he hadn't anticipated. Glancing around at their fellow survivors, Jack saw Kate smirking at him from across the fire. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the turn of events.

Despite the initial surprise, Jack found himself nodding in agreement. "Sure, Sawyer, why not? Let's see where this island romance takes us."

Sawyer's grin widened, and he playfully punched Jack on the shoulder. "That's the spirit, Doc. I reckon we deserve a bit of happiness in this mess of an island."

The news of Jack and Sawyer's budding romance quickly spread through the camp. Some exchanged knowing glances, while others shrugged it off as just another peculiar twist in their island saga. Kate, however, couldn't resist teasing Jack whenever she had the chance.

"So, Jack, finally found someone who can handle your stubbornness?" Kate quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Jack rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. "Just trying to make the most of our time here. Besides, who knew Sawyer could be so charming when he's not trying to swindle everyone?"

Sawyer, catching wind of the banter, joined in with a smug grin. "Well, Doc, you're just lucky you snagged the most charming guy on this island."

As the days unfolded, Jack and Sawyer navigated the uncharted waters of their budding relationship. They shared stolen glances during expeditions into the jungle, their connection deepening with every shared smile and knowing look. The campfire became a witness to their stolen moments, a quiet acknowledgment of a newfound intimacy.

Kate, ever the observant one, couldn't resist making playful comments whenever she caught Jack and Sawyer together. "You two lovebirds planning the next island getaway?" she teased, earning a mock glare from Jack and a cheeky grin from Sawyer.

Despite the teasing, Jack found himself enjoying the unexpected companionship. The challenges of island life seemed a bit more manageable with Sawyer by his side, and the genuine happiness radiating from Sawyer was a welcome change from the usual survival struggles.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Sawyer took Jack by the hand, leading him to a secluded spot on the beach. The waves crashed against the shore, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the moment. Sawyer turned to Jack with a nervous yet hopeful expression.

"Doc, I reckon we've been through enough craziness on this island. How 'bout we make a promise under these stars?"

Jack, sensing the sincerity in Sawyer's words, nodded in agreement. "What kind of promise, Sawyer?"

Sawyer took a deep breath, his eyes locked with Jack's. "A promise that no matter what happens on this damn island, we stick together. No more runnin', no more hiding. Just you, me, and whatever the hell else this place throws at us."

Jack couldn't help but smile at the unexpected depth of Sawyer's proposal. "I'm in, Sawyer. Whatever this island throws our way, we face it together."

Sawyer grinned, a mix of relief and genuine happiness washing over him. Under the stars and the watchful gaze of the island, Jack and Sawyer sealed their promise with a kiss. The waves whispered their approval, and the jungle rustled in silent acknowledgment of the bond formed amidst the chaos.

As they pulled away, hand in hand, they were met with the sight of Kate leaning against a palm tree, smirking. "About time, you two. I was starting to think I'd have to play matchmaker on this island."

Jack chuckled, realizing that their island saga had taken yet another unexpected turn. The campfire's warmth beckoned them back, their shared promise glowing like an ember in the night. The island, with its mysteries and challenges, continued to shape their journey, and Jack and Sawyer faced it together, hand in hand, ready for whatever lay ahead. The newfound romance between Jack and Sawyer brought an unexpected twist when rumors began circulating that Sawyer had found his way back to the mysterious fruits that had caused their earlier escapade. Jack couldn't believe it when Kate approached him with a furrowed brow, concern etched across her face.

"Jack, I heard Sawyer's back on those wild fruits. You know, the ones that turned him into a giggling mess last time," Kate said, her tone serious.

Jack's expression shifted from surprise to frustration. "What? I told him to stay away from those. We agreed no more after the whole hospital incident."

Kate raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in her gaze. "You think he listens to you just because you're his boyfriend now?"

Jack sighed, realizing the point Kate was making. The dynamics of their relationship were still evolving, and despite the growing connection between them, convincing Sawyer to give up his impulsive tendencies wasn't going to be easy.

Together, Jack and Kate set out to find Sawyer. The jungle, once a backdrop for laughter and confessions, now seemed to hold an air of uncertainty. As they navigated the dense foliage, Jack couldn't shake the concern that gnawed at him. Sawyer's antics were unpredictable on a good day, and the wild fruits only heightened the stakes.

Eventually, they stumbled upon Sawyer, lounging against a tree with a sly grin on his face. Jack's frustration bubbled to the surface as he approached, a stern expression replacing his usual calm demeanor.

"Sawyer, what the hell are you doing with those fruits again? We agreed—"

Sawyer cut him off with a nonchalant wave. "Relax, Doc. Just thought I'd add a bit of excitement to our island romance. No harm in that, right?"

Jack's irritation flared, and he exchanged a glance with Kate, who stood with arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. "This isn't about excitement, Sawyer. It's about your health and the fact that those fruits can have unpredictable effects."

Sawyer rolled his eyes, his carefree facade slipping for a moment. "Oh, come on, Doc. Don't be such a buzzkill. We're on a damn island, might as well enjoy the perks."

Jack took a deep breath, attempting to rein in his frustration. "Sawyer, this isn't a joke. We don't know the long-term effects of those fruits, and I won't stand by while you put yourself at risk."

Kate chimed in, her tone stern. "He's right, Sawyer. We're all in this together, and your impulsive decisions can affect everyone here. You can't just disregard the consequences."

Sawyer looked between them, a hint of defiance in his eyes, but also a glimmer of realization. The playful banter from their earlier days had evolved into a more serious conversation about responsibility and the consequences of their actions.

Jack softened his approach, placing a hand on Sawyer's shoulder. "We care about you, Sawyer. That's why we're so adamant about this. We've got to look out for each other on this island."

Sawyer's gaze flickered between Jack and Kate, a mixture of stubbornness and gratitude in his expression. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed and tossed the wild fruits aside.

"Alright, alright. No more fruits. Happy now, Doc?" Sawyer quipped, but there was a hint of genuine acquiescence in his tone.

Jack nodded, relieved that Sawyer seemed to be taking the matter more seriously. "Yeah, Sawyer. Happy and relieved. We've got enough challenges on this island without adding unnecessary risks."

As they made their way back to camp, the jungle's familiar sounds surrounded them. The unexpected turn of events highlighted the complexities of their relationships and the shared responsibility that came with surviving on the mysterious island.

Jack and Sawyer's island romance, once a source of laughter and connection, now faced the challenges of navigating not only the mysteries of the island but also the intricacies of their evolving dynamic. The journey continued, each twist and turn shaping their shared story amidst the untamed landscapes surrounding them. Jack's frustration deepened as Sawyer, undeterred by their warnings, smirked and took more bites of the wild fruits. Before they could react, he bolted off into the jungle, a trail of mischievous giggles echoing behind him. The unpredictable nature of the island had once again thrown a curveball their way.

"Damn it, Sawyer!" Jack exclaimed, his irritation palpable as they chased after the elusive conman. The jungle seemed to close in around them, the vibrant foliage hiding Sawyer's path as he darted through the trees.

Kate, running alongside Jack, shot him a wry glance. "Looks like your boyfriend has a taste for trouble. Should've known better."

Despite the urgency of the situation, a hint of amusement tugged at Jack's lips. "You think this is amusing, Kate?"

She shrugged, a smirk playing on her face. "Well, it's not every day we get to chase someone under the influence of magical fruits on a mysterious island. Makes for a unique adventure, doesn't it?"

Their pursuit led them deeper into the jungle, where the usual sounds of the island seemed to meld with Sawyer's gleeful laughter. The unpredictable twists of the island had become a familiar theme in their journey, but Sawyer's antics added a new layer of unpredictability.

After a series of twists and turns, they stumbled upon John Locke, a seasoned survivor who had developed an uncanny connection with the island. He looked up from his makeshift camp, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

"Sawyer's up in the trees, thinkin' he's some sort of tazmanian devil. Took a liking to those fruits, did he?" Locke said, his calm demeanor contrasting with the chaos of their pursuit.

Jack sighed, exchanging a glance with Kate. "Yeah, and we need to get him down before he hurts himself or does something even more unpredictable."

Locke nodded knowingly, gesturing toward the treetops. "Well, better get to it then. The island works in mysterious ways, and it seems Sawyer's found a new way to dance with it."

As they approached the base of the tree, they could hear Sawyer's exuberant giggles above. He had climbed higher, seemingly unfazed by the height, and swung from branch to branch with a carefree abandon.

"Sawyer, get down from there! This isn't a playground!" Jack shouted, his patience wearing thin.

Sawyer looked down, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Come on, Doc, loosen up! It's just a bit of fun."

Before Jack could respond, Kate stepped forward with a wry smile. "Alright, Sawyer, if you want to play Tarzan, we'll play along. But once we're done, you're done with those fruits, got it?"

Sawyer grinned, seemingly pleased with the compromise. "Deal, Freckles. Let's see if you can keep up!"

What followed was a surreal scene—a makeshift game of jungle hide-and-seek with Sawyer swinging from tree to tree. Jack, Kate, and Locke found themselves navigating the tangle of branches, trying to keep pace with Sawyer's wild escapade.

As they chased him through the canopy, Jack couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of the situation. The island, always full of surprises, had turned their attempts to intervene into a bizarre game. Laughter mingled with the rustling leaves as Sawyer's antics unfolded in the twilight of the jungle.

Eventually, the impromptu game came to an end as Sawyer swung down to the ground, breathless but grinning ear to ear. Locke watched with a knowing expression, as if the island itself had orchestrated this peculiar interlude.

As they caught their breath, Jack couldn't help but shake his head at Sawyer's irrepressible spirit. "Alright, Sawyer, fun's over. No more fruits. We need to focus on surviving, not turning this island into our personal playground."

Sawyer, still grinning, nodded in agreement. The island breeze seemed to carry a sense of understanding, as if the jungle itself had imparted a lesson in the form of an unconventional chase.

The group made their way back to camp, the echoes of laughter and rustling leaves lingering behind them. The island, with its enigmatic ways, had woven another chapter into their shared story. Jack couldn't deny the complexities of navigating relationships on the island, where even the pursuit of a mischievous conman became a unique adventure in its own right. As night fell over the island, a solemn hush settled over the camp. The earlier laughter and wild antics had given way to an air of concern when Sawyer, who had reveled in his tree-swinging escapade, began to feel the consequences of his impulsive indulgence in the mysterious fruits.

Jack couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in his stomach as Sawyer's condition deteriorated. The carefree grins and mischievous laughter had faded, replaced by the telltale signs of a fever. Sawyer lay bundled in blankets, shivering despite the island's warmth.

Kate, sensing Jack's worry, approached him with a furrowed brow. "He's burning up, Jack. Do you think it's the fruits?"

Jack sighed, frustration etched across his face. "I warned him. We don't know the full effects of those fruits, and now he's paying the price."

As Sawyer's fever persisted, Jack couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. The island had thrown countless challenges their way, but this one felt different. It was a consequence of their attempts to find moments of joy amidst the chaos, a reminder that the island's mysteries came with a price.

Throughout the night, Jack and Kate took turns keeping watch over Sawyer. The rhythmic sounds of the jungle provided a backdrop to their shared vigil. Sawyer's restless sleep was punctuated by occasional groans, his fevered dreams a testament to the toll the wild fruits had taken on his body.

As the first light of dawn broke through the trees, Sawyer's fever seemed to relent. Jack, exhausted yet relieved, watched over him with a mix of concern and tenderness. Despite the circumstances, there was an unspoken understanding that had deepened between them. The island, with its twists and turns, had a way of forging connections that went beyond the surface.

Kate, joining Jack by Sawyer's side, offered a comforting smile. "He's going to be alright, Jack. We'll just have to keep an eye on him and make sure he learns from this."

Jack nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. The ordeal had served as a stark reminder of the fragility of their existence on the island. The pursuit of joy, symbolized by Sawyer's playful antics, had led to an unexpected night of worry and reflection.

As Sawyer stirred awake, groggy and disoriented, Jack couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Sawyer, attempting a smirk despite his weakened state, mumbled, "Like I got hit by a truck. What the hell happened?"

Jack sighed, deciding to be straightforward. "Those fruits you insisted on eating? They had consequences. You got sick, Sawyer."

Sawyer's expression shifted from confusion to realization, and for a moment, a flicker of remorse passed over his features. "Damn it. Should've listened to you, Doc."

Jack, however, softened his tone. "We all make mistakes, Sawyer. The important thing is that you learn from them. No more wild fruit escapades, alright?"

Sawyer nodded, his usual bravado replaced by a more subdued demeanor. The island had a way of humbling even the most resilient, and this experience seemed to have left its mark on the usually unshakeable Sawyer.

As the day unfolded, Sawyer's recovery continued. The camp, once again filled with the usual sounds of daily survival, felt more subdued in the aftermath of the night's events. The mischievous conman had been humbled by the consequences of his impulsive actions, and Jack couldn't help but appreciate the resilience and vulnerability that emerged in the wake of adversity.

The island, with its unpredictable twists, had reminded them all of the delicate balance they maintained on its untamed landscapes. Jack, as Sawyer's boyfriend and caretaker, found himself navigating the complexities of their connection with a newfound sense of responsibility. The lessons learned beneath the stars and in the quiet moments of Sawyer's recovery became another chapter in their shared story on the enigmatic island.