#he looks so perfect in these earthy tones

[sincericida]

Crumbs of ANDREW GARFIELD at the 2023 LACMA Art+Film Gala.

[piratefishmama]

Nest | Part 10

A Steddie A/B/O ficlet

Days three and four went by uneventfully, they slept wrapped up together in their nest, Eddie talked a lot and ate way more than he usually would be able to eat, and Steve was eternally grateful that the friskiest he got were just flirty come on’s and maybe the odd slap of his ass whenever he bent over to grab new things from the low cabinets.

There was no rush on the incoherent lust.

Although Eddie always seemed to be just simmering a touch below boiling in terms of flirt, although his scent still occupied every corner of the room and cloyed until the point of needing the ventilation system to clear the air a little less Steve actually go a little loopy on it. Although he had been running a touch warm since the morning of day five.

He was still pretty much himself.

Which was why a switch in that scent mid-way through the day sent Steve into a bit of a panic he was due, day five would be it. He was due to turn at any point, Steve had even rubbed the weighted blanket all over his scent glands just in preparation for it.

The change in scent was barely noticeable amidst the forest pine, the petrichor, amidst the most pleasant of earthy scents, it was like… rot, woodland rot, faint but weaved in among the rest, and Eddie had stopped eating his bag of pretzels. Neither of the two promising great things.

It wasn’t the scent of lust, no Steve knew that scent, it was the scent of sadness.

“Eddie?” Steve was right there though, crouching low as he approached just to crawl into the next to be beside him, having been moving the unused bed out of the way to expand the nest a little. Give them more room for snacks. “Eddie, baby what’s wrong?” The brows were pinched, eyes cast downwards to the sheets, flicking left to right ever so often, mind stuck on something. Steve couldn’t have that, couldn’t have his Omega stuck on anything that would cause him distress.

He gently took Eddie’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted his face ever so slightly to look at him and oh… oh those big brown eyes. The panic, the uncertainty, the sadness… Steve didn’t know what’d caused it, but he’d fix it.

He’d do everything he could to fix it. “Steve” it broke his heart how sad his poor Omega sounded, that little whine in his voice

“What’s the matter, my omega? What is it? What can I do?”

Eddie didn’t even know if he could say it. He’d tried many things over the past five days, he’d said many things, and every single one of them had been shot down, maybe with the odd sprinkling of Steve saying things back in that tone with those subtle touches that made his gut all tingly and his pants drenched in slick, but Steve had always pulled back before they could go any further.

He'd always attempted to be as professional as he could be and that was fine, but this wasn’t one of those times, this was real, a real personal crisis, and Eddie didn’t know if Steve would take it as seriously as it needed to be taken.

He didn’t want to be there for his heat.

He didn’t want to be somewhere, with the perfect alpha, where he couldn’t touch him, or be touched by him. He didn’t want his first sexual experience to be with a goddamn heat aid. He didn’t want that taken away from him just because he’d been too scared to let someone see him as he grew up.

Just because he’d been too afraid to take chances and put himself out there.

It was coming. He knew it was coming. He’d been feeling that increasing pressure in his gut all morning, felt saliva build in his mouth whenever Steve moved in just a way that made his clothes stretch over his broad form. Felt his body warm whenever Steve got just a little too close, right now he felt like he was on fire but—but he couldn’t.

Not yet. Couldn’t slip under.

“Take the heat aids away.” Next best thing. He couldn’t ask for Steve’s knot, it wasn’t fair, wouldn’t be allowed, would only get Steve fired and maybe worse if the authorities got involved which sometimes they did when it came to the clinics. The government itching to close them down cause fuck Omega’s, right? “Take them out. Out of the room completely, all of them and—and get some chains an stuff for me okay? Just—just so I can’t—I can’t move.”

“Eddie, I don’t—”

“It’s coming now, Steve… I can feel it, I’ve eaten enough, I’m warmer than I’ve been in five days, my whole body itches but not in the way that any scratch can fix, It’s coming. I—I don’t want a fake knot, Steve. If I wanted one, I’d have sold enough drugs back in high school to get one for myself but instead I chose concert tickets, I chose smokes, I chose D&D minis, and books, I chose amps, and my guitars, I could have afforded a heat aid years ago, but I chose not to.” He was poor, yeah, he wasn’t middle or upper class by any means.

But he could afford a heat aid. They weren’t that pricy. Maybe he’d have been a little insulted that Steve thought he genuinely couldn’t afford a heat aid if he wasn’t so damn perfect.

“You need them, Eddie this isn’t—Eddie it’s gonna—”

“I know it’s going to suck, I know, I know, it’s sucked for years, it’s sucked every month for the entirety of my pubescent and post pubescent life, I know. I refuse to have that taken away from me by a stupid piece of silicone when I’ve finally found an Alpha who makes me feel like I can actually be myself and not be judged or pushed away for it. I know you can’t do anything, I know I cant ask you to break the rules because—because society has decided that Omegas don’t get to choose after their heats start, that we cant think.” It was a fair assessment, he knew it was, he of all people knew how batshit insane an Omega could get during their heat, but it didn’t feel right when Steve was right there and he knew, he knew he wanted him but couldn’t have him.

Not yet anyway.

“Eddie let me finish, it’s going to hurt, you are one bad heat reaction away from being registered dangerous, you attacked your own blood relative last time, someone who’s been with you most of your life, blindly, and you know what they do to dangerous Omegas? They institutionalise them for the safety of everyone around them… if… if you don’t get some kind of knot this time around, even if you don’t go off the rails, your next heat—the chances of your body rejecting a mate… The chances of that omega part of you rejecting your alpha…” the chances would skyrocket.

Eddie could very easily self-destruct. Omega’s needed that knot, not just for stimulation or pleasure, but it was a deeply rooted need for their continued mental stability. Going without for so long… something would eventually break, and the cracks had already begun to form.

“Steve” Eddie’s voice sounded so pathetic to his own ears, a mournful, pleading whine, but Steve was right there, his big hands cupping Eddie’s jaw, holding his face, thumbs gently swiping the tears rapidly gathering on his waterline, feeling the skin warming beneath his palms. He probably looked pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

He’d waited too long. Gone through too many heats with nothing to help.

“Oh baby, my beautiful, perfect Omega, it’s okay… it’s going to be okay, this? This doesn’t count. Heat aids don’t count, they never count, it means nothing other than giving your body what it needs to stay healthy. It’s like that salad you ate, like all those celery sticks? Your body needed those didn’t it, so you ate them, and you felt good, didn’t you?” Eddie nodded, sniffling away the tears Steve’s thumbs couldn’t catch in time. His temperature was rising, pupils dilating, Steve needed to get the hell out of there and fast. “That’s all this is, your body needs that knot, okay, it needs it, and this… stupid thing—” Steve reached over to where he’d put the aid. Or rather where he’d hidden it to stop Eddie from cracking jokes about it, under two of the blankets and one pillow. He held it up while his other hand remained on Eddie’s cheek, the way those big brown eyes just zeroed in the way he leaned so heavily forwards, breathing heavy, neither going unnoticed. “Just like those celery sticks, it’s just a thing your body needs, just something that'll make you feel good.”

It wasn’t even a fun heat aid, it was just a cylinder with a knot at the base. Didn’t have any bumps or ridges for stimulation, just… a smooth cylinder with a knot, purely for medical purposes.

“You—you should go…” Steve nodded, and it broke his heart to do so, but he had to.

“I promise, Eddie… after all this is over, me and you are gonna spend a whole week just… hiding away from everything, alright? I have a good few vacation days saved up, gonna use a whole chunk of them on you and you alone” with a harsh swallow of saliva Eddie nodded, a whole week, just the two of them. “I promise, just me and you” he pressed a kiss to the rapidly warming sweat-slicked skin of Eddie’s forehead, he could do that, just a forehead kiss, he was allowed to do that.

“Alpha…” yep, he had to go. Steve grabbed the weighted blanket from the side of the nest, it’d been laid over the edge of it, not quite part of the nest just in it, and draped it over Eddie, the Omega sinking into his nest beneath it’s weight, head turned to the left to get as close as he could to breathe in the scent it was drenched in, writhing under it to get as much of the scent on it onto himself as possible.

“Please be okay…” Steve uttered quietly, before ignoring every instinct he had, and leaving as quickly as he could, giving his key to the security guys on the way out as he went.

All he could do now, was wait.

Part 12

[roachesbf]

You already know who it isssssss!!!

If you’re up for it, considering you’ve already done a bear courting fic with König if I’m correct.. anywho, if you’re up to it! Bear!Price.

He’s just so big and hairy, and likely musky with an earthy scent. Probably constantly scenting your room or clothes, sometimes even your person as a whole. Big hands keeping you as close as possible.

He’s so possessive at times, keeping you in big bear hugs as he huffs and growls towards anyone too close for liking. He just wants you to himself, can’t risk having someone else’s scent on you.

The man is a heavy sleeper, and refuses to let you go once you’re in bed with him. Keeping you borderline hostage as he purrs and hums pleasantly.

And he’s big on providing. Living up to his little fishermen’s hat as he constantly goes out and brings you back the nicest fish he could find. He wants to show you that he can provide! The perfect mate, no?

He’s just so big on making sure you’re safe and loved. He wants you to know it too. Doting on you constantly and spoiling you with his love.

Anywhooo, per usual, keep up the amazing work!!<333

- 🪶

Bear Price Headcanons

Hohoho you’re totally right about Price’s scenting obsession, he loves having you wear his clothing. Hats, jackets, shirts you name it, at this point his clothes are your clothes. He’s got such an aggressive scent to others though, it’s almost impossible to not smell him on you since he’s with you any chance he gets. Holding you close or nuzzling his beard into your neck, tickling you in the process. It quite literally makes everyone sick and they complain to him about constantly scenting you but he just looks away and says he has no idea what they’re talking about. 

This mf is so funny though because in his sleep he’ll accidentally roll onto you, a few smacks on his back he wakes up and with a grumbly tone says “Sorry about that love :3” But he’s not sorry at all because he thinks it’s pretty funny and you’re lucky if he doesn’t do it again later that night. If he's not on top of you he’s got you in a strong hold on your waist, keeping you close that he’s practically suffocating you but shittt nobody here is gonna complain.

I feel like he’s very embarrassed about being jealous and possessive, because what does he have to worry about at his grown age. If he was doing something and he saw someone interacting with you in a way he didn’t like, he'd immediately pause whatever he was doing, it’s a simple way of body language to show that he’s distressed. Afterwards he’ll go and wrap an arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the lips before asking what you were talking about. 

If you tease him about it he’ll just gruff and say “So what..” Of course make, him feel better by giving him a kiss on the cheek. It's very sweet and domestic, always managing to calm him down. 

Tbh Price to me is that one image where it’s like my bitch wife tells me what to do, if he sees you being too rowdy, he’s picking you up over your shoulder. Or he’ll place his bucket hat on you, which surprises you so much you don’t even remember what got you acting out in the first place. He also does that to be smug, he knows everybody hates it and thinks it's ugly…but they also simultaneously want it, it's a need. So when you walk in with the hat, they’re just so jealous because how do you have it???

In my heart I know he is a great cook, and it’s one of the biggest things he does to show off to you. Not only is he strong, smart, but he’s an incredible cook. He’d bend over backwards to impress you with his cooking, he also knows cooking is a thing a lot of guys lack in so it’s just another thing he has over others that proves he’s better.  

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

The return of your best friend was something that made your heart flutter and beat to the rhythm of his words, but there he was, framed before you like the mountain peaks of your small town, and he had a secret — a secret that would change everything.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☘︎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ 3.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☘︎ Light angst, copious amounts of fluff (literally and figuratively) ჻჻჻ TROPES: Idiots to lovers, best friends to lovers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☘︎ You all know me by now, so this shouldn't be a surprise.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ☘︎ Tidal Wave (Acoustic) by Old Sea Brigade

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟭 — Lumberjack AU — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The air was crisp with freshly fallen snow, and the mountain peaks in the backdrop of your small town were dusted with a coat of white – a picturesque view for the drive to work, with the heaters of your truck on full blast, of course. 

Music played quietly over the speakers as you hummed along, content and happy for the opportunistic day. Business had been booming. Your shop had turned into quite the hive of activity in the past few weeks from the season change – spring was on the way, and with it, came endless possibilities. 

It also meant that James would be setting out to start work for the busiest period of the year, given the blistering winter that had hammered your small town left the woods treacherous and dangerous, even for a man of his skill and wit. 

A lumberjack’s work was never easy.

Your shop – a perfect mix of a bakery, cafe, and bookstore – came into view as you turned the corner, the snow tires of your old truck crunching over the road. The sun was only just peeking over the horizon so the warm tones of the wood frames of the outside looked bleak. “Need to get some hardy vines…” you mumbled, pulling into your parking space. 

“Morning, babe,” a voice called. You looked up from your keys to find Wanda – the town’s florist, and your best friend. 

“Hey, you,” you returned, smiling happily. The click of the door lock sounded and you looked down to check it. “I can’t wait for this chill to be gone. How’re you?”

Wanda chuckled. “Same old, same old.” 

There was a sly smirk on her lips when you glanced up again, and you narrowed your eyes. “What are you planning? I know that look.”

“Bucky is coming into town today, or so, the rumours say…”

“Oh my god,” you grumbled. “Not again. Yes, I know. And I am looking forward to seeing him.”

“Maybe you could–?”

You sighed heavily, knowing all too well what she was implying – having fallen head over heels for the mountain of a brooding bear that was your best friend. “No, Wands. I don’t want to lose what I have all because I can’t get my head outta the clouds, you know that. Besides, I am also looking forward to seeing my babies, Koda and Sarge.”

Wanda hummed happily. “I do miss those balls of fluff. You make sure you give them kisses from me, alright?”

“Oh, I will. Have a good day, babe.” You waved goodbye as Wanda turned to walk down the street to her shop. 

The lights flicked on and your little slice of heaven came to life. Warm lights blazed over the earthy tones of browns and greens spread over the interior – golden spines of books shone, and the reflection of light on the glass display made you feel at home. Even though it had only been a few hours since you were last in your shop, coming back to it was like a tight, comforting hug. 

“Let’s get this day started, huh?” You said happily, taking off your coat and switching on the heater, all the while walking towards the counter. 

An hour later, the shop was filled with the smell of freshly baking bread, and the sweet smell of breakfast pastries. Coffee was brewing and the morning rush had just started – and your first customer? Steve, Bucky’s best friend. 

“Hey, love,” Steve greeted, his hair packed under a dark blue beanie while his broad chest was covered in red plaid. His smile was contagious and unusually bright, and you couldn’t help but beam back at the bearded lumberjack. “How’ve you been? Keepin’ warm?”

“Stevie,” you breathed, rounding the corner of the counter to pull him into a tight embrace. “I have been great, keeping busy.” Pulling back, you moved back behind the counter and began the process of making his usual order. “How about you? How is Cap?”

“Causin’ trouble as always,” Steve said fondly, shaking his head. “The ball of fluff is in my truck, waitin’ ever impatiently for his puppacino.”

“Wait.” You paused in making Steve’s order to stare at him incredulously. “You brought my boy all the way here, and yet, you’re making him wait in the car.” The look on Steve’s face bled sheepishness, a sharp contrast to his goofy nature, but you didn’t let up. “Steven Grant–you get out that door and you bring that good boy into my shop.”

If Steve had a tail, it would have been pulled between his legs as he slunk out the door to his truck. Not even a moment later, the barking of an over-excited Cap could be heard over Steve’s yell of, “Easy, boy! Down!” 

The door of your shop swung open, and a giant ball of fur bounded your way, tongue lolling, and black and white coat moving with his powerful muscles. “Cap!” you yelled, falling to your knees to greet the Malamute. “Hey, boy! Oh my gosh, look atchu!”

“It’s like you didn’t see him the other damn day,” Steve said, a ghost of a laugh in his words. “Drama queens, the pair a’you.”

“Don’t you dare insult my boy, Rogers,” you huffed, squishing Cap’s cheeks. The Malamute only opened his mouth in what could be perceived as one big smile. “He is precious, and for that, he is getting an extra treat.”

After sending Steve and Cap on their way, the morning rush began in earnest as the sun rose in the sky – casting yellow rays through the big windows that lined the front of your shop. People flocked to and fro on the sidewalk outside, stopping in for a steaming hot beverage or a sweet treat, and you felt at ease, falling into routine like a well oiled machine. 

It was only when it hit nine o’clock did the hustle and bustle pass, and you worked at a more sedate pace. The display case of baked treats was considerably much emptier than when you opened for the day, and you grabbed two trays full of cookies to restock for the imminent lunch rush, when the bell sounded at the door.

You smiled and turned to greet the customer, only to freeze; the air in your lungs evaporating into nothing at the sight silhouetted by the sun. 

“James,” you rushed, eyes wide, and smile even wider. “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

The mountain that was your best friend stood in the doorway, a small smile on his full lips as he looked at you with such softness it turned your legs to jelly. His big boots were covered by black jeans that hugged his thighs, a dark blue and black plaid jacket stretched over his wide shoulders, and his long hair fell down in a swoop under his upturned collar. 

Bucky opened his arms wide. “Hey, darlin’,” he said, tone gravelly and eyes bright. “Need my Clover to come an’ gimme a hug.”

The trays lay abandoned on the display, and you ran to Bucky, giggling all the way and colliding with his chest. “Oof!” He grunted, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and lower back. “Fuck, it’s good to see you, sweetheart. How have you been, huh?”

“Good, good! It’s been so lonely without you here!” you gushed, pulling back to look at him. He had a dark shadow of a beard on his jaw, and his smile framed his handsome face perfectly. “How was the scouting? How are you?”

Bucky gave you one last squeeze and threw an arm over your shoulder, walking you to a couch in the reading nook in the back corner. “It was boring, as usual–should be ready to start this logging season. And I’m good, Sarge and Koda missed you, too. Almost as much as I did.”

“Oh, my babies,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his middle so you could squeeze him tightly. “Alright, sit down and I’ll knock somethin’ together for you.”

“You betcha,” Bucky said. The couch creaked under him and he groaned loudly. “Fuck, this couch is my favourite fuckin’ thing–”

“I thought I was,” you interrupted, pouting at him. Bucky laughed. 

The hiss of the coffee machine filled the comfortable silence, when you realised something. “Wait, where are my babies, James?” Bucky froze on the couch, and eyed you apprehensively – the action made you put your hands on your hips and stare at him pointedly. “Where are my babies?” you asked again.

“I left them in the truck because I needed a damn minute of silence, and Iwantedyoutomyselfforaminute…” The last part was a rushed mumble, and you blinked.

“Wait, what?”

“Nothin’,” Bucky hastily said, and he stood from the couch. Another loud groan left his lips as he stretched – if you stared while his eyes were closed, that was your business. “I’ll go get ‘em.”

“Good, you do that, mister,” you huffed. “Coming in here without my babies. No wonder why you and Stevie are best friends.”

The comment made a loud howl of laughter to leave Bucky as he opened the door, and walked out. You shook your head fondly and made a round of two puppuccinos – extra large. 

“Sarge, heel. Good boy–no, Koda, baby, ah, fuck it,” Bucky rambled from just outside the shop, and you watched through the window as two giant balls of fur ran around his legs, bounding and yipping for all their worth. “Yes, you’re seein’ her! Calm down, easy.”

You laughed and strode around the corner to take a seat on the couch that Bucky had occupied just moments before – the two dogs that would burst through that door any second would have no qualms on bowling you over if you knelt on the wooden floor. 

“Alright, goddamn it, guys,” Bucky groaned, fending off paws and wet noses. “I open this door, and you two better be on your best behaviour.” Two loud barks answered his words, and the door flew open with a clatter of the bell. 

The same two balls of fur and fluff barrelled into the (thankfully, empty) shop, looking around for their friend, until they spotted you at last. “My babies!” 

You were lost in a flurry of black, white, and brown fur. “Oh my gosh, yesyesyes,” you gasped, shaking your head side to side to abate the worst of the incessant licks to your face. “Hi babies! Oh, lookatchu!”

A quiet chuckle sounded from above you, and you opened your eyes to find Bucky looming over you, phone in hand. “Are you recording my death–my death by fur and fluffiness?”

“Yep,” Bucky replied, grinning. “Gotta give somethin’ to everyone to remember you by.”

You rolled your eyes and attempted to sit up, though it was impossible with Koda laying over you, and Sarge hogging your legs. “Barnes, help me.”

“Nope.” He smirked, plopping down on the couch, right next to your head. “You can stay there for a lil’ while longer, darlin’.”

“You are the worst,” you groaned. “These babies are heavy. Fine. I will be crushed and it’ll be your fault.” 

Bucky only shrugged and slid down the couch cushions, then he gently moved your head so you could rest it on his thigh. “Thank you,” you hummed, and Bucky smiled, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

Silence fell between you two – the comfortable kind that was shared so often when you both were just content to be in one another’s presence. 

“I’ve fuckin’ missed you, Clover,” Bucky mumbled, and his hand moved to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek gently, lovingly. The rough skin of his hand was warm and it made something clunk in your mind – you could only hope it wouldn’t show on your face. “So damn much. I hate goin’ scoutin’–rather be home, here.”

You looked up at Bucky from your vantage point – his upside down face and thoughtful gaze, a small frown on his lips. 

“I know, I know, Jamie. I know,” you whispered soothingly back, running one hand through Koda’s black fur, and moving the other one to rest over Bucky’s. “But you’re here now, you know I will always wait for you–you’re my best friend.”

The small frown turned into a fond smile. “Luckiest fella, I am. Havin’ a sweetheart like you to call his–”

Your heart seized. The words, while you knew they didn’t mean what you hoped for, still hit like a punch to the guts, and it was an effort to keep your face blank and void of the realisation. You wanted Bucky, and for much more than just a best friend. 

“–Girl, huh? Why don’t we get an early lunch, darlin’?”

“I own the best cafe, James.” 

Bucky laughed at your comment and shook his head. “I didn’t say we couldn’t have lunch here, you dork. Why don’t you make it to go, and we take my truck out to the clearin’?”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Let’s go.”

Half an hour later, you brought a basket to the counter and pointed to it. “Lunch, and you get to carry it because it is heavy.”

“You just want an excuse to see me be a man, sweetheart,” Bucky teased, and you narrowed your eyes. 

“Shut up, you idiot. Now, c’mon,” you urged, “I gotta be back for the actual lunch rush.”

Bucky saluted and took the aforementioned basket, only for his eyes to widen. “The hell you pack in this? Bricks?”

“I packed for Koda and Sarge,” you said simply, shrugging one shoulder. The two dogs ran to the door after Bucky, and you followed, your heart in your throat. 

The drive to the clearing was pleasant, if only chilly – but it gave you the excuse to steal one of Bucky’s good jackets from the back seat. He only rolled his eyes and pulled into a parking spot. “Sure, you can use one,” he said, “Don’t want my darlin’ gettin’ cold now, do I?”

“No,” you replied smugly. “Thank you.”

Bucky snorted and opened the door, sliding out. “Koda, Sarge, c’mon.” The two dogs jumped from the car and bounded into the trees, kicking grass and snow up in their wake. 

Something felt off, however – a sense of impending something was hanging tantalisingly over your head. Something was going to happen, and you had no idea what it could have been. You swallowed thickly, and opened your door to exit the warm cabin of Bucky’s truck. “It’s not that bad out here, thank god,” you commented.

It was the truth. The sun had warmed the chill in the air to be bearable, and while the snow hadn’t fully melted just yet, it was stunningly pretty to see the light bounce off crisp white mounds – that both Koda and Sarge barrelled through, their coats becoming covered in the soft snow. 

“Sure is pretty,” Bucky affirmed, smiling at you – and the feeling of apprehension doubled in intensity. “Let’s dig in, I’m starvin’.”

“One thing we can agree on,” you hummed, walking to a picnic table under a gazebo. “I packed extra because you are a garbage disposal.” 

“Hey!” Bucky chided. “Ain’t my fault that I’m a growin’ man, alright?”

You raised a brow and stared at him, and then you broke into a fit of laughter as Bucky scowled. “You’re not wrong, Jamie–you look like a bear on steroids. Have you been weightlifting trees?”

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh. “Well, it’s my job, sweetheart, kinda have to lift them somehow.”

You shrugged. “I dunno, I would have thought you wrestled with a bear, considering you’re one of ‘em now.” The urge to repeat the joke you had made with him became overwhelming. “You could say… you’re a Bucky Bear.”

“Ha ha,” Bucky deadpanned, reaching for the basket. “Real funny, Clover–real funny.”

The meal passed in spurs of conversation – you caught Bucky up on the gossip of the town and what Wanda had been up to, and then Bucky caught you up on Steve and Sam’s ventures on site, or how they wouldn’t stop teasing him about a situation that he refused to divulge. 

“So,” you began, watching Bucky’s flickering gaze, and how his hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting. “What did Stevie and Sam tease you for?” Taking a bite of your lunch, you chewed slowly, growing increasingly intrigued by Bucky’s show of nerves. 

“Y’know, normal shit,” Bucky said evasively, “they were bein’ assholes, like usual.”

Deciding to poke the bear, you probed further. “Doesn’t sound like it’s nothing, Jamie. Do I gotta tell them boys off?”

“No,” Bucky rushed, flushing slightly. “No, I got it.”

“Uh-huh,” you drawled, narrowing your eyes. Bucky was fidgeting something fierce, his usual aloof and charming aura had vanished – replaced with something akin to what he was like as a nervous teenager. “Jamie… are you alright?”

Bucky looked up, his eyes meeting yours, and he swallowed. “Clover, if you had-” His brows furrowed, like he was considering, or regretting, his words. “If you had the chance to tell the one–the one, would you do it? Tell them, or- Or ask them out?”

“Oh,” you said immediately. The question made the air in your lungs leave in a sweep – it was happening, Bucky had found someone. “Um, I-I,” you faltered, and you cleared your throat while placing your lunch down on the paper wrapping. “I, uh- Yeah. Yeah I would. Why?”

Something flashed across Bucky’s eyes and your stomach twisted. It was almost too much to bear. 

“Well,” Bucky said slowly, his hand twitching on the table, like he wanted to move it but couldn’t. “Clover, darlin’–uh, would you-”

Two loud barks cut him off and Koda, followed by Sarge, ran up to Bucky and pawed at his thighs. “Really? Now?” Bucky grit out. He fished through the basket and split a large dog biscuit. “Now go on, get.”

“You were saying?” you chuckled, watching the dogs run off with their trophy. 

Bucky flushed a deeper pink, and he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. His hand that had twitched just before reached across the table, open. Automatically, you took it, knowing he must need the comfort – hell, you needed it yourself, your heart was hammering so hard it felt like a rib was breaking. Whatever he was going to say was obviously hard, but you would take it and help him, he was your best friend. 

“Would you wanna be- God fuckin’ damn, why is this so hard,” he cursed, frowning.

“Take your time, Bucky, baby, you’re okay,” you soothed, rubbing your thumb over his scarred knuckles. “I’m here, and I don’t mind waiting. You say it when you’re ready.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart fracture – surely he would only be acting this way if-

“Would you wanna be my Clover? My girl?”

What?

“Wait- What? Did you- Did you just–?” you floundered. Shock cascaded through every fibre of your being, and you watched as Bucky stared at you, almost imploringly. “Hang on, hang on.” 

“Okay,” Bucky whispered, his hand squeezing yours once.

You took a singular second to think about what he had just asked. After all this time, after all that pining, the teasing from Sam and Steve must have been about you. It must have been about how- But that meant Bucky was serious. And… “Oh my god. Yes,” you blurted, staring into his eyes. “Yes–fuck, Jamie, I have–”

“I knew.”

“What?” you squeaked, terrified you had been far too obvious. 

“I knew that I, uh- Liked you, sweetheart,” he admitted, smiling sheepishly. “I just… didn’t know how to approach it ‘till the assholes cornered me on site, demanding to know why the fuck I looked like a loon–smiling at nothing, when I was remembering you.”

A heavy breath left your lips, trembling only slightly. “So that’s why Stevie came into my shop this morning, smiling so big! After all this time,” you wondered out loud. “Just- Wow. Wow.” 

“Well, now,” he began, chuckling quietly when his much larger hand engulfed yours. “Now I have my own lil’ four leaf clover.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[lipglossanon]

Hay Ride

Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: las plagas Leon, himbo energy 🤭, dirty talk, needy Leon, biting, kissing, oral (f receiving), pussy eating in the great outdoors 🤭

not proofread ✌️

Farm smells hit your nose first; the earthy tones of upturned dirt paired with the sweet, dusty notes of hay has you smiling widely. 

“I’m really excited!”

You turn to see Leon staring at you before starting and looking around. Grinning to yourself at the flush now covering his cheeks, you reach out and link your arms together. 

“Penny for your thoughts.”

The pretty pink blush now reaches his ears as he kicks at a rock. 

“I know it’s not polite to stare, but you’re just so pretty.”

Your chest thrums in giddy excitement. 

“Such a charmer, Leon,” you tease, tugging him closer to plant a kiss on his jaw.

With a soft whine, he pulls you into a hug to bury his nose in your hair and breathe deeply. 

“Wanna take you home already,” he pouts when you pull away. 

“I promise we won’t stay too long,” you boop his nose, “then you’ll have me all to yourself.”

This time when he smiles at you you can see his incisors have lengthened. 

You rub your thumb across his bottom lip, “Do we need to go home though?”

He shakes his head no and places a kiss on your thumb, “Just got too excited.”

Warm arousal drips down your spine at his declaration. 

“Leon, you’re making this hard for me,” you sigh good naturedly. 

“You’re perfect, I can’t help it,” he mumbles under his breath as he lets his head slump down onto your shoulder, “promise I’ll behave.”

He scrapes his sharp teeth against your neck making you shiver. 

“Hey, no biting, Leon,” you push his shoulders and step back, “you always get carried away.”

He snorts, “That was one time and you said it was okay.”

You shake your head but can’t stop the grin from forming, “And we both learned our lesson. That poor woman probably thought you were trying to eat me.”

Leon laughs, “Well, the park’s usually empty at that time.”

You hum, grabbing his hand to walk over to the tractor hitched to a trailer stacked with hay bales. 

“Have you ever been on a hay ride before?” You tilt your head to look at him as you both wait your turn to step up onto the trailer. 

“Uhh I think once as a kid?” He shrugs, “I think I usually just played the carnival games or did the corn maze.”

“We should do those next!” You squeeze his hand excitedly, “wanna see who can get the biggest stuffed animal?”

He helps you step up into the trailer and follows you to sit on a bale of hay in the back.

“I think I’ll definitely win,” he murmurs into your ear making you giggle. 

He clasps your hand tighter when the tractor lurches forward and begins the slow trek through the ‘haunted’ field. Leon nuzzles into your neck as random people pop out of the cornstalks to scare those on the hay ride. 

You smile to yourself and squeeze his hand, “You scared?”

“Mm mm,” he kisses your neck softly, softly biting before nuzzling the skin, “just wanna do this.”

Biting down on your lip, your eyes flutter as Leon keeps softly kissing and nipping at your neck, doing it so slowly as not to draw attention. It’s also making you want to vibrate out of your skin. You squeeze his hand tight in warning and he only sighs, scraping a sharp fang against the sensitive spot near your ear, making your thighs press together. 

Everything becomes sort of white noise as you sit on the hay bale and let your boyfriend mark up your neck as you leak slick into your panties. Leon bites a little rougher making you gasp, but luckily enough, it’s not so loud it garners attention. 

“Smell so good right now,” he hotly breathes into your ear, “wanna shove my head between your legs and eat that fat pussy.”

“Leon,” you hiss, “cut it out.”

“Can’t,” he whines, licking the shell of your ear, “can we sneak off after this?”

Arousal pools low in your belly as your clit throbs for attention. 

“Okay, but behave til then,” you whisper. 

He does as you ask and only burrows his face against the crook of your neck as you both try to relax and enjoy the cutesy little ride. 

Once the tractor makes a complete circle, stopping back at the starting point, Leon eagerly helps you from the bed of the trailer and drags you out toward the parking lot. He swerves last minute onto the hiking trail that snakes around the whole area. 

There’s still some late afternoon sunlight trickling through the trees that highlight the well worn path in front of you. After a while, Leon drags you away from the trail, deeper into the woods. As soon as he deems it far enough, he’s pressing you up against a tree and dropping to his knees. 

He’s quickly yanking your jeans and panties down to your thighs, keeping you trapped in your clothing. He grabs your thighs and hoists you up to slip his head underneath and between your legs so he can bury his face against your soaking wet pussy. With your legs still caught in your pants, it forces Leon to hold you up as he eats you, practically glued to your body. 

You feel that long rough tongue fluttering against your clit before it glides down to lick into your drippy cunt. Whining loudly, you grip Leon’s hair to grind your pussy against his face.  

“Fuck, s’good, feels so good, Leon,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole. 

Humming, he trails kisses across your pussy lips up to the hood of your clit. His lips softly trace your sensitive bud and he places kiss after kiss after kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He lightly scrapes those sharp teeth against your mound sending tingles all through your body. 

“Ngh, god,” you whimper as Leon softly kitten licks your clit, dilated eyes hungrily watching your expressions. 

His hand comes up to rest on your abdomen, thumb pulling up the hood of your clit so he can suck it into his hot mouth. 

“Leon!” You cry out, hands pulling his hair as you buck your hips. 

He groans and shoves his face even closer to your cunt, tongue lapping roughly at your swollen bud. It doesn’t take long with the perfect suction around your clit for your orgasm to uncoil in your belly. 

With a keening cry, your back arches what little it can as slick gushes from your hole onto Leon’s face. He quickly moves his mouth to lick it all up, eagerly running his tongue across your pussy and thighs, moaning at the taste. 

With some slight maneuvering, he’s able to set you down on shaky feet and right your clothing. You sway into his chest as your legs tremble. 

“We need to go home,” he rasps out, “don’t know how much more I can hold back.”

Tilting your head back, you can see dark black veins slowly inching across his neck up towards his jawline. 

“Let’s go then,” you grab onto his arm for balance, letting Leon guide you back out of the woods and into the parking lot. 

divider: @firefly-graphics

[fieldofdaisiies]

Falling

ship: Eris x Nymph! Reader type: fluff word count: 1,4k warnings: one curse word summary: the bond snaps in place between the High Lord and a nymph

"Just like the leaves in autumn I am falling for you." 

The first time you met, it was so fleeting, so quick he almost thought he was dreaming. Eris, trying to strengthen the connection between Spring and Autumn, has ridden into Tamlin's court, hoping to get a chance to talk to the High Lord. He was riding through a large forest with looming, weathered trees when soft giggles caught his attention. He slowed his horse and looked around him, and suddenly saw you — you were bathing in a lake, happy and free spirited, splashing around yourself. 

He knew in this moment that you were the most beautiful female he had ever seen, stunning and breathtaking. But it would have been out of place to talk to you then. All your clothes seemed to be discarded on the riverbank. He would invade your personal space and that was not like him. 

So, he rode on, and met with Tamlin, yet his mind wasn't fully focused, his thoughts mostly with you. 

A short time after he saw you again, this time collecting herbs, but he was late for his meeting with Tamlin and once again did not talk to you. But one day, luck was on his side, and he got a chance to talk to you. You captured his eyes with your beauty, your heart with your character and he fell in love with you in this very moment. And it wasn't much different for you — it was like thunder struck you, the High Lord was so beautiful, so breathtaking, he robbed you fully of your rationality. 

There was only one problem, one obstacle — he was High Fae, a High Lord, and you, you were a Nymph. He told you he did not care, and he truly didn't, but you did not find yourself worthy of being with someone like him. You were considered lesser than lesser way, scum ist what some people called you. What would the people of the Autumn Court think, if you were with their High Lord?

But Eris did not care, he fought for you and for your love, he was eager and he was not going to give up and so he mentioned to convince you to meet him in the Autumn Court. 

He wants to show you his court and reluctantly you decide to follow his invitation, still unsure of the future, of a future with him, but the feeling inside of you, the pull towards him is too strong, your rationality helpless against it and so you follow your heart and soul, letting the forest, your homeland, guide you to him. You follow the chirping of the birds and the sounds of nature, becoming one with the forest around you until you cross the border to the Autumn Court. 

The colours seem more vibrant, no more rich, lush green leaves, they are replaced by red, orange and yellow tones. The air is a little cooler, more crisps here, yet not unpleasant. You find yourself marvelling at the colours, the sounds, your finger tips brushing over the leaves as your bare feet walk over the in pine needles covered ground. 

"You came." There is a radiant smile on the High Lord's face, his style immaculate, dressed in a dark green jacket, his red hair tied at the nape of his neck. "I am so glad you followed the invitation."

You curtsey as you tell him your greetings, grinning. "Thank you for inviting me."

Eris extends his hand to you, and carefully you take it, fingers curling around his broad hand. "Let me show you my court then." 

You start to the set out for the deeper part of autumn forest, colourful leaves starting to fall all around you almost like they are reacting to their High Lord. 

The air smells fresher and more earthy they further you walk into the forest. No conversation passes between you, you are too occupied with marvelling at the beautiful scenery, your whole attention captured by it. A gentle breeze brushes against your skin and sunlight peeks through the trees above It's a calm day, perfect for your stroll. 

"How have you been?" Eris asks, his voice soft and kind. 

You turn to him, glimpsing up at him. "Quite good, I was really looking forward to this day."

His thumb swipes over the back of your hand, and his head turns to you, smiling. "Me too. I was counting down the days."

"Eris, I—" "I don't care that you are a Nymph. I have never met anyone like you. I have never felt anything like what I feel for you. You are a Nymph and I couldn't care less."

You smile, cheeks turning so rosy. "You are too good for this world." He chuckles, but it is rather cold, almost like he thinks you are mocking him, that you are joking. 

"I am—" "Yes, you are." You vehemently nod your head, trying to make your point clear. You begin to walk a little faster again, wanting to see everything possible. 

The High Lord can't help but steal glances at you, admiration and adoration sparkling in his eyes as they trail over your features. 

Your feet might be bare, the ground cold, but Eris' presence, his warmth, warms your own body and brings you comfort — comfort you have never known of before. 

After a long time of walking, you arrive at a clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. You stop. Eris takes both your hands into his, and turns to you. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the crisp autumn air, trying to summon the courage to speak what has been on his mind since the first time he saw you. His eyes lock with yours, and the around you seems to fade into nothingness. 

"Y/N," the High Lord begins, his voice soft and filled with vulnerably, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."

Your heart quickens, your eyes wide with anticipation. You have an inkling of what it might be, and even though you still find yourself unworthy of his love, you want nothing more than to hear it. 

"I love you," Eris declares, his voice full of sincerity. "I love you with all my heart and that since the first moment my eyes fell on you. I doubt it was purely love at first sight, and I think…"

He cuts himself off, swallowing around the lump that has formed in his throat. He feels how his hands, holding yours, turn clammy. "I believe we are mates!"

It seems like all life whooshes out of you, your eyes and mouth widening. It is not like you have not been expecting it, but hearing him say…it feels so surreal. 

"Are…are you—?"

"I am sure. I am completely and fully sure." He looks sincere, honest, hands still holding yours. "I've been wanting to tell you for a whle I can't keep it in any longer."

Tears dwell in your eyes as you take in his words. Your heart feels as if it might burst through your ribcage by joy you are feeling in this moment. Your bare feet tingle, not from the coolness of the forest floor, but from the overwhelming rush of emotions. You remove one hand from his hold and bring it up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his skin. 

"I love you too," you whisper, your voice trembling. "Since the first moment you talked to me, and I am feeling it too, the bond." You inhale a shaky breath, some single tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Eris leans in, hesitant at first, his nose brushing yours, before your lips meet his in a sweet but short kiss. You want to lean back, but Eris is quicker, he holds the back of your head, bringing you closer to him again, so he can deepen the kiss. 

And so, in the middle of the autumn forest, you are sealing your love. The world around you fades into insignificance as you lose yourselves in him, the feel of him against you. "Now I need to ask one last question…"

His lips linger against yours, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

"Everything ," you breathe against his lips, eyes closed. 

"Will you become my High Lady?"

~~~~~~~~ tags: @sunshinebingo @tarataraaaa  @brekkershadowsinger @azriels-mate123 @mandziaaa  @cosmic-whispers @mali22 @elsie-bells @imma-too-many-fandoms @kuraikei @ginnyweasley06  @bubnix  @powerfulpantera 

[brewed-pangolin]

Is Captain MacTavish also a gym rat? If so, please explain...in detail 🫠😉

Captain MacTavish is absolutely a gym rat. But unlike the maniacal menace that is Sgt. Gym Rat Soap, this beast is much more refined, disciplined, and methodical.

And the best damn eye candy you've ever seen while you focus on your own routine.

Just a sprinkle of NSFW at the end...

Pulled a bit from this post by @obligatoryghoststare

--

Wardrobe

First of all, he'd rather be caught dead than wear a pair of high thigh gym shorts. This man is always well put together, even while pumping iron at the local fitness center.

And he is a walking billboard for Under Armor.

Prefers more natural colors for his outfit; black, grey, royal blue, forest green. Nothing eye catching or brighter than an earthy hue. Doesn't need to draw more attention to himself. His sculpted body does that enough.

Compression shorts are a must. Pulls the sweat, keeps him dry, and holds everything in place. (Man's got a healthy Lorne sausage to contend with)

Topped with a fitted muscle shirt, of the same color. The Captain must have synchronization with his wardrobe. Always. (Well put together, like previously stated)

He's always going to wear darker tones with the compression fabric, mainly because he likes to overlay that with something more lose fitting and in a softer hue (think whites, light grays, may dabble in some soft blues or greens)

And while not technically wardrobe, will always have a half gallon steel water bottle within reach. Hydration is key.

Routine

Captain MacTavish is the epitome of methodical routines when it comes to gym. He's like clockwork.

His mid routine will change depending on the week (leg day, arm day, chest, back, weights, you get the idea) but his beginning and end are always the same.

First and foremost, stretching. The most important part of a workout.

Next, treadmill. 30 minutes. No more, no less. And this beast looks majestic while he runs. Perfect strides, breathing heavy yet measured. Just a beautiful sight to behold.

And this mofo sweats. Not an obscene amount, just enough to make him glisten. (Sparkling sexy beast)

Now, bulking up. Weights. Soap uses both free weights and strengthening machines, for obvious reasons. Free weights for compound movements, machines for isolating certain muscle groups.

You'd think he'd be loud during his weight training, but no. He's classy. And he's not rude. He may let out a few heavy breaths and an occasional low growl, but nothing too audible. He's already got countless eyes on him, no reason to bring in more attention.

Enjoys his time on the rowing machine. Prefers it after a his weight training. Aids in recovery, calms his mind. Builds his endurance. (And this man's all about endurance)

Lives for the circuit.

[2min/station, 1min rest b/w, 2 loops]

[Pull ups, planks, tire/sledgehammer, kettle lifts]

Pulled straight from his journal

The Captain is in his natural environment when perfecting and strengthening his mind and body. Goes into a daze. Movement remiscent to a skilled predator. It's a sight every gym enthusiast pushes to achieve, and every casual enjoyed drinks in to the fullest

Recovery

His recovery will change depending on his core routine for the day. Sometimes he finishes with a light jog or brisk walk on the treadmill again.

Perhaps even go another round on the rowing machine. Helps him clear the daze and focus his mind in preparation for the next phase.

But it culminates to a relaxing session of yoga because this man knows the benefits of centering himself post pump and grind.

And this is where you come in. He's more than happy to assist in perfecting your downward dog in the process while he lets his body recover from a rough workout.

Expect to be pulled into a private room once he's all limbered up after his full exercise session. Nothing quite like finishing his routine by emptying himself in your needy little hole. (Post endurance high nut is his favorite, afterall)

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

[mayajadewrites]

For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: Levi Ackerman has a staring problem. Specifically staring at a woman that he has been admiring at his local coffee shop for months. She doesn't usually notice, however, one day she did. She would flip his world upside down, but would she let him in her world?

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

modern attack on titan au (no titans)

CHAPTER ONE: EARL GREY

ao3

"One Earl Grey tea." The barista at your favorite locally owned coffee shop sings. She's always in the best mood, even on days where the sky looks like it's about to break out into tears. "If it isn't my favorite regular!" She smiles and slides the tea towards me. "Writing anything good today?"

"One can only hope." You smile, grabbing the cup of tea. The steam is almost dancing off of the hot liquid, the warmth gracing your skin. "I'm working on my latest fiction novel. Romance is not the easiest to write for, contrary to popular belief." You offer her a warm smile. "I'll see you soon."

"Good luck!" She waved as you walked to your usual table. The coffee shop is based off earthy tones, plants hanging in the corner along with welcoming decor. As you sink into your seat, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You think about looking up into the eyes that could burn a hole in your skin, but you don't. You have work to do. 

Your tote bag sits on the seat next to you, almost bursting with anything one would need for a day out. You pick your headphones out of the bottomless pit and pick out your 'writing playlist'. Next, your laptop. As you open it, you stare at your reflection across the black screen. A sigh leaves your lips as you type in your password and begin brainstorming for your next novel. 

Your books have become more popular as more people are reading now-a-days. Thanks to social media, a few of your books have gone semi-viral. Typically you write fiction, specifically romance. Your fans are usually on the younger side, falling in love with your characters and wishing for more books featuring them. 

You bite your lower lip as you begin typing, only to press down on the backspace key a few seconds later. Since when is coming up with ideas so hard for you? 

You feel goosebumps populate your skin as you sense the same pair of eyes looking at you again. This time, you indulge. Your eyes meet his steel grey ones and it feels like time has stopped. The world now only contains you and him. You expect him to look away, but he keeps staring. 

Raising an eyebrow, you continue to hold his gaze. Without looking down, he takes a sip of his tea from the ceramic white mug that comes with every drink. 

His jet black hair mostly stays on one side, covering one of his eyebrows. You notice his undercut, which looks like he just recently got it buzzed. You study his skin, clear of any imperfections. His mouth is almost in a straight line, but his lips are pouting ever so slightly. He is dressed like he's going to work as a CEO - suit, tie, all that. 

You break the staring contest you were participating in when you hear someone next to you trying to get your attention. 

"Hey, sorry to bother you." A man with light brown hair smiled, watching you take your headphones off.

"Okay..." You look at the man, waiting for him to speak. "Did you need something?" 

"I-I just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful." His cheeks began to turn a shade of red. "And I would like your number." His eyes darted to the floor. You raise an eyebrow, analyzing his face. He looks young, can't be older than 23. You notice a group snickering as the man seemingly embarrasses himself in front of you by the color of red that is burning his cheeks. 

"Do you have a name?" You ask, taping your almond shaped fingernails on your laptop. You look down at your hands and admire your perfect manicure with your favorite nude shade of nail polish.

"Jean. I'm sorry, I should have started with that." 

"Yeah, maybe." You glance at the group again. "Are those your friends?"

"Yes. They didn't think I was man enough to come up to you and ask for your number, which is why they're rudely staring right now." 

"I appreciate your bravery, Jean." You smile at him, holding your palm out. "Hand me your phone." 

Without hesitation Jean slips his phone into your hand. You open up the contacts app and add your name and number. You tell Jean your name as you give his phone back to him. 

"Thank you. I'll... text you later?" Jean ended the sentence as a question. 

"What else would you do with my number?" You let out a soft laugh. "Yes, we'll talk soon." 

Jean walks back to his group of friends, putting his hands up to show victory. He's with 3 women, and 3 men. The men pat Jean on the shoulder while the women shake their hands, continuing whatever conversation they had going on before Jean came up to you. 

When you turn to focus on your laptop once again, you feel eyes on you again. 

This man will not stop staring, and he's almost shameless about it. 

__________________________________________________________

Back at your apartment, you begin your 'Sunday reset' of your apartment. It's a weekly tradition for you - your sheets get washed, the floors get mopped, and you get your house ready for the week to come. Since you spend most of your time there, you try to make it as clean as you can while still feeling like a lived in home. Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you strip your bed of your sheets. 

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey! It's Jean.

YOU: Hey there.

JEAN: Thank you again for giving me your number, I can't believe a woman as beautiful as you would even give me the time of day.

YOU: I admire your bravery and think it's cute that you got all red trying to talk to me. And thank you, you're very kind.

JEAN: Can I take you out for dinner this week? Wednesday?

YOU: Sounds like a plan. Text me where and what time and I'll meet you there. 

JEAN: Will do! :)

You smile to yourself as you put your phone on your side table next to your couch. Your mind wanders as you clean, leading back to the man that has a staring problem. Why was he staring? How long had he been staring for? 

[azsazz]

Structure of the Gods

Modern!Cassian x Reader

Summary: Figure drawing class is normally not something to write home about. But today, the nude model just happens to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen...and your best friend Feyre knows him.

Warnings: Nudity, sexual themes.

Word Count: 2,382

Notes: Here’s the Cass I promised this weekend. The trifecta is complete! 💙

_________________________________________

“(Y/N)!”

The breath whooshes out of your body for two reasons. One, because you’d stopped so abruptly in the doorway to the drawing room that your best friend, Feyre, had slammed into your back.

And two, because of the fucking God standing before you.

He’s clothed in a robe that you’ve become accustomed to the models wearing for your drawing; the thin, gray cotton stretching over the expanse of his broad shoulders. He’s so tall that it nearly shows his ass – cut short like he’d ordered the incorrect size – and you think that if he turns around you might be able to see the tip of his–

Feyre shoves you forward. You stumble into the room, nearly tripping over your feet because you can’t seem to look away from the hulking figure who’s turning his head at your friend's hiss of your name.

“Cassian?” Feyre’s scold dies on her lips, her tone perking up at the sight of him.

You remember him, of course you do. He’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more. Unruly brunet hair that’s been thrown haphazardly into a knot at the back of his head. You wonder if he’s just that effortless that his hair turned out to be that perfect or if it had taken years of practice. Loose strands frame his strong jaw and he tucks a lock behind his ear as he recognizes Feyre, face splitting into a wild grin that makes your knees weak and your heart trip.

“Fey,” he exclaims excitedly, bounding closer. You swallow harshly, heart stuttering at his beauty. The nearer he gets the taller he becomes, towering over the both of you. He doesn’t hesitate to pull your friend into a bear hug, and when he straightens you have to crane your neck back so far it almost hurts. “What are you doing here?”

You clutch your sketchbook tighter to your chest, drinking in the tree of a man before you. 

Cassian.

From the front, the robe hardly closes over his tanned chest, large pectorals peeking out from the cloth. You can make out the curve of his body, the slopes leading down to his tight waist where the belt is tied in a lazy knot, like he’s not worried that his bulky muscles will snap it right in half to expose him.

“I’m in this class,” she laughs easily, but there’s a pink tinge to her cheeks, “Although I didn’t know you were going to be a part of it.”

Cassian shrugs easily, winking, “Nothing you haven’t seen before, little one.”

You have to choke back the gasp that crawls its way up your throat, eyes flying wide as you stare at Feyre, who’s shaking her head quickly, stumbling over her response.

Her glance flickers to you and you catch the realization in her eyes. She tucks her arm with yours and tugs you closer as she changes the subject.

“Cassian, this is (Y/N). I think you’ve met before. At Rhys’ last party?”

And those breath-taking hazel eyes slide to you, examining you slowly. It makes your face heat and your grip on your book tightens, palms sweaty.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, a sparkle in those earthy eyes, “I’d never forget a pretty face like that.”

Your cheeks grow hot with an embarrassed blush but you don’t have time to respond, nearly jumping under his heavy gaze when your professor calls for everyone’s attention.

“That’s me,” Cassian grins, flashing perfect teeth, “See you later.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you and Feyre scramble to your seats, putting your bag and books down and making your way to get the large drawing pads you keep stowed in the room so you don’t have to lug them around campus three times a week.

“You know him?” you ask, incredulously, passing her her drawing pad and reaching for your own.

Feyre smirks, nudging your shoulder, “Yeah, he’s one of Rhys’ friends. Interested?”

You glance over your shoulder to where he’s speaking with your professor. He’s nearly an entire head taller than the man running the class, explaining how the time will be split – one minute warm ups, a fifteen minute session, and the rest of the two hours will be spent in one pose so you can all work on drawing the full human form.

You’re very interested. Had been when he’d had his tongue shoved down your throat in the middle of the makeshift dance floor is Rhysand’s basement. He’d been called away before things could go further, as the reigning champion of the longest keg-stand he had to keep his crown once Azriel had surprised everyone with a whopping twenty–two seconds, and you hadn’t even been able to snag his number in your haze.

You hadn’t seen him around campus after that no matter how badly you wanted to.

But now, setting up your drawing pad, flipping to an open page as you sit on your bench next to Feyre, you’re about to see much more than you had imagined.

“Slightly,” you shrug at Feyre’s questioning stare. She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pulls out her charcoal and kneaded eraser.

Your mouth goes dry and you snap your charcoal in half as the robe slips from his tanned shoulders, unveiling the marble statue of a man underneath.

Rippling muscles line his body, corded and thick in all of the right places. You can’t help it, staring unabashed because he’s turned away from you, your eyes falling from the inky whorls of tattoos across his shoulders, down through the cavern of the muscle lining his spine, all the way down to his tight ass.

The one minute alarm jars you from your stupor. Feyre notices your blank drawing pad, the crumbled charcoal in the palm of your sweaty hand, laughing under her breath as Cassian changes poses.

You avert your gaze as he turns, quickly rifling through your pencil case for another stick of charcoal.

You can feel his eyes on you as you put the chalk to your paper, and you hardly look away from those glowing eyes as you roughly sketch, trying to relax as much as you can with the obvious tension between the both of you.

The alarm is off again and he’s shifting, putting a foot up on a block and bending over slightly, resting his forearms over his folded knee. Your charcoal slides across your paper in a fluid motion as you draw the curve of his spine, much more confident now that his eyes aren’t watching you work.

After a few more rounds of quick studies there’s a short break where all of the students turn to a fresh page while the professor talks to the model, instructing him on his positioning for the longer fifteen minute focus.

Feyre leans over, a glint in her eyes and an amused smirk on her lips, “We did ten minutes, why do you only have nine drawings?” Her question is innocent but her face is anything but.

“Shut up, Fey,” you grumble, cheeks pinking as you flatten down your paper.

She giggles and then your professor announces the beginning of the fifteen minutes.

You lose yourself in the quiet of the classroom, nothing but the sounds of long strokes or chalk against paper, the scratch of quick sharp lines being drawn in. You have a view of Cassian’s backside again, so it’s much easier for you to focus on your work.

You draw the contours of his muscle, packed on layer upon layer from years of hard work put in, your fingers rubbing in the dark soot to your drawing pad, wishing they were sliding against that perfectly smooth, tanned skin.

It’s easy to draw his form, and you find yourself sketching in his dark ink, pulling out the highlights of the fluorescent lights beaming harshly on his shoulders, drawing the fly away hairs from his bun. You wish he’d take it down so you can draw it cascading over his shoulders and back like you imagined.

The timer rings and the professor calls for a break before the last long drawing. You dust the charcoal from your fingers, admiring the expanse of Cassian’s arms as he tugs on the robe.

Feyre stands to stretch, shooting you a knowing look, which you ignore in favor of digging out your water bottle from your bag, drinking down a much needed sip.

“You like him,” she sing–songs in a low voice to you, a grin on her face.

You’re thankful that Cassian is occupied with the professor, asking questions about how he’ll be posed for the remaining time.

“Can we not do this right now? Please?” you beg, frowning at your friend.

She raises her hands in surrender, “Fine, fine. But might I just say that I think he likes you too.” Her head tilts in his direction and your gaze cuts to where he’s talking to the professor, eyes darting away from yours when you turn.

You bite back a smile and Feyre winks at you.

Cassian lies down for the last session, on an air mattress covered with what you hope is a clean sheet.

Of course, you are sitting right before his…well-equipped package. 

He’s huge. Split you open, break your back huge. You can’t stop looking at his cock, the slight curve as it rests against his leg, surprisingly tan and a perfect pink at the tip. And he’s not even hard.

Your professor starts the timer and all time is lost.

You’re in the zone, admiring the sheer side of this man, how he looks while he’s relaxed. Cassian’s eyes are closed and you think he might even be sleeping with how even the rise and fall of his toned chest is.

You take the time to reach out your pencil and measure his length, just like you’d been taught.

Well–equipped indeed.

The timer ends before you know it, and you sit back to admire your work. 

Feyre leans over to take a look at what you’ve drawn. “Looks great (Y/N). I can really tell you spent a lot of time on his cock.”

You choke, batting her away as you slam your drawing pad shut. She lets out a full laugh and you can’t help but shake your head at your friend, breaking into a smile of your own.

“Fuck off,” you roll your eyes, standing to put your sketch pad away.

You slide it into its drawer, letting Feyre take her own this time. On your way back to your seat is when Cassian comes up to you, stopping you in your tracks.

The robe is once again on, and he’s holding it shut over his chest like he hadn’t had the time to tie it in his haste to get over to you.

“So, what did you think?” he grins and it makes your heart melt a little.

“About what?” you answer, trying to play it off like you weren’t just staring at his cock for two hours.

His smile falters for a moment before it turns wolfish, smug as hell. He knows you’re playing with him and Mother does he love a good game.

“Been thinking about you the whole time,” he admits, staring down at you with his mesmerizing hazel eyes, “Straddling that fucking bench, it was hard not to think about how you’d look sitting on my cock like that.”

“Really?” you duck your head to hide the blush heating your cheeks, cursing yourself from backing down from his words so easily. “You hardly even looked my way.”

“Couldn’t be getting hard in the middle of the session,” he replies easily, tilting your chin up with his warm fingers, “They wouldn’t ask me back then.”

You purse your lips, “What a shame that would be.”

“Don’t like to share, sweetheart?” he purrs, releasing your chin. “Did you make sure to get my cock the right proportions?” 

You roll your eyes in response. “It took about all of five seconds.”

“That’s alright. Some learn better from hands-on experience,” he winks at you, not backing down.

“I can’t draw what I can’t see,” you retort, the comment slipping easily from your lips as you hold his gaze.

“Sweetheart, there’s so much of it I’m not even sure you’d know what to do with it. Need a better view?” He asks, wolfishly.

You scoff, narrowing your eyes at him. You don’t have a response and Cassian raises his brow in challenge as he continues. “Care to find out?”

“As if you would be so lucky.”

“It’s my nickname after all,” he purrs, leaning in closer. His tongue flicks out to lick at his bottom lip.

Feyre appears, startling the both of you apart. “I thought your nickname was Big–”

“Not now, Fey. I think Rhys is waiting for you out front.” Cassian doesn’t break eye contact with you as he speaks. Feyre’s brows furrow and she looks like she’s about to respond but she must think better of it. If Rhys is really outside waiting for her she would much rather be hanging out with him anyway.

“See you Friday, (Y/N). Fuck you, Cass.”

You both wave, his glowing hazel eyes still pinned to yours as she takes her leave.

“So what do you say we skip the rest of our classes and study anatomy at my place?” he offers when Feyre’s gone. He lets the front of his robe slip open an inch further, showing off his impressive chest.

You chew on your lip for a moment. He’s obviously just invited you over to have sex, and you’re far enough ahead in your classes that you could miss one…and he really is so fucking handsome.

“I’d ask if you’re going to put anything on before we leave.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, “I think it would benefit us more if I didn’t. Half of the work is already done.”

“I think enough people have seen you nude today,” you nearly growl at the thought of him striding around campus in his thin robe.

Cassian lets out a hearty laugh that makes your heart hammer in your chest. He repeats the same question he’d asked you earlier, reaching for the neatly folded pile of clothes. “Don’t like to share, sweetheart?”

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD, PEDRO PASCAL, JESSICA CHASTAIN and SALMA HAYEK

attends the 2023 LACMA Art+Film Gala.

[greenthena]

Oh me? Just cataloging snakey stuff

I'm currently diving down lots of costume rabbit holes (snake holes? sounds wrong...) in the GO universe. My thoughts for today are about Crowley and how he expresses his snakey-ness through the ages. Might I tempt you down this rabbit hole?

Starting off in Eden. It's a very small detail and barely even visible in this screencap, but you can see deep red embroidery "V" shapes on the shoulder of Crowley's tunic here. They're very scale-like and quite subtle. This "V" scale shape is a patterned motif we'll see throughout the early years (really during the B.C. years) of Crowley clothes. Also, Crowley's hair is almost Gorgon-like, the curls resembling the bodies of serpents.

For the Flood sequence, I had a little trouble finding anything snakey. Crowley's hair is less defined (though glorious! love the plait!) so I'm not as tempted to describe the style as Gorgon-esque. But if you zoom into the robe to get a good view of the texture...

...you can see the herringbone pattern in the weave of the fabric. Herringbone is basically a series of upright and inverted chevrons, that continue the "V" shape motif of snake scales that we first saw on the Eden robe's embroidery. Elusive little reference, but pretty clear once you see it. Also note the unfinished hem at the neckline of Crowley's robe, compared to the smoothly stitched and tied neckline on Aziraphale. Undone versus all bound up.

Bildad is just my favorite and I will gladly ramble indefinitely about everything from the Job minisode. *exhale* Bildad's tone-on-tone black robe has both diamond and stripe-dash designs, which are common patterns for snakes in nature. We've also got the belted sash at the waist, with an unusual use of teal (not a color we associate with Crowley). The unexpected color choice draws attention to the chevron motif, which we've now come to associate with Crowley's snakey-ness in the B.C. flashbacks.

And here's an additional Bildad. I make no apologies.

For the Golgatha sequence, Crowley presents as female, wearing a head covering. The robe looks to be the same as what she wore in the Flood sequence, with the subtle herringbone pattern. It's a heavy scene and the costumes are appropriately subdued.

Sidenote: I want to point out here that through the B.C. flashbacks, Crowley's costumes are consistently very textured compared to Aziraphale's. All the fabrics used are earthy and nubby and just very tactile, even when Crowley is playing the part of a wealthy Shuhite. Aziraphale's fabric choices, in contrast, are polished and almost shining. His accessories are metallic and golden and very much of Heaven. But if we look closer at the texture of his garments, even Aziraphale may be minutely subverting Heaven's uniform. Compare the slub texture (and even the unfinished neck hem in Eden) of Aziraphale's robes in the following images...

...to the perfectly smooth fabrics on the robes of other angels...

Gabriel and Muriel wear Heavenly robes of flawless weave. They're smooth, they're perfect...they're exactly what you'd expect. But not Aziraphale. He is, even back in Eden, drawn to the subtle variances and imperfections of Earth. His garments have texture and substance in a way that we just don't see with the rest of the Heavenly Host.

We now resume your regularly scheduled programming in the years of our lord. We're in the A.D.'s bay-bee!

Crowley's Rome ensemble is so confused and blundered. I read a meta that argued, and I agree, that we're to interpret this as, "This is Crowley's first visit to Rome since the crucifiction and he's just mish-mashed all the styles into one, regardless of gender or whatever." I'm good with the interpretation. In terms of seeking out the snakes, though, we've got a few candidates. First, the dark red linework embroidery at the hem of the toga(?). It's got an undulating pattern that we can read as a literal snake, or simply as a variation on the chevron theme. Either way, it reads as snakey. We've also got the snake brooch--on the nose, but why not? Finally, and this one took me a while, and I'm not certain I'm fully on board, but I'm kind of thinking of Crowley's silver laurels as snake scales. I mean, yes, they're Roman-ish, but very out of place in the context of having a quick drink. You don't wander around the streets of Rome proper wearing silver laurels. Maybe snake scales? This isn't a hill I'm willing to die on.

The big take away from the Rome costume is that this marks a change in Crowley's expression. Prior to this period, he's hidden his snake scales in the weave and texture of his garments. Going forward, we're not going to see any more distinct "V" embroidery or snakey textural patterns. Crowley's style is shifting and becoming more luxurious. But first, Wessex.

GO costume designer Claire Anderson said that for the 537 A.D. Wessex sequence, she was not going all in for historical accuracy. She was compiling armor pieces that looked snake-like. Cheers to her, because poor Crowley just looks like a very uncomfortable and damp serpent. Really like the individual plates on the pauldron and the gauntlet. Very scale-like. The chain mail, itself, can also read snake scales, though I'm hesitant to make that comparison since Aziraphale's armor also includes quite extraordinary amount of chain mail.

A moment of appreciation for Aziraphale's cape, if you will.

Once we reach the Elizabethan era, Crowley really hits his stride in terms of fashion. The lines of his doublet are angular and pointed. The collar is lifted up toward the sky, like a snake periscoping in the grass. But the thing I really see in this costume is the excessive use of velvet. It's the perfect fabric to evoke snake scales. If you've ever been fortunate enough to pet a snake, you'll know that running your hand from the head toward the tail is smooth, but in the opposite direction it's rather rough. (Also, don't, because snakes really don't like it--unless they're shedding...) Similarly, if you run your fingers in one direction of velvet, it causes the fibers to lay flat and smooth, but brushed the other way, the fibers stand up and become rough. Just like the scales. It's also just a very luxurious fabric that begs to be touched. Almost like a temptation, you might say.

In Crowley's Edinburgh costume, the most obvious expression of snake scales can be found on his interior waistcoat. The texture of the fabric, however, does not mimic the "V" pattern we've seen in the B.C. era, instead expressing the scales in the black and red checkered motif. Not super subtle, but nothing about this costume is. I love it so much. Not Bildad-level, but still.

The Holy Water Incident has one glaring snake reference, though not really in the costume itself. Crowley's carrying a walking stick (probably recovering from that post-laudanum punishment) and it's got a little snake head. Not much needs to be said here, as it's pretty obvious. It's a snake. You're welcome.

I'm actually going to end this post here, with our final snake reference being the elongated "S" on Crowley's tie. He's very up to date with the fashions of the era, but still manages to incorporate a clear symbol of his serpenty-ness.

So, yah. Snakey scales though the millennia. I want to do an in-depth look at both Crowley and Aziraphale's costumes in the modern era and really pull them apart piece by piece (not like that...) to find all the angelic and serpentine easter eggs Anderson included. Until then.

[merakiui]

mera im sorry i CANT lie to you. I hate the luxe couture outfits. they just don’t go with mr azul tako’s color palette! i want him back in his silly little cool colors not tan and green i’m so sorry orz

>_< it’s okay, dearest anon!! I understand what you mean! I know the color palette and outfits are meant to be a reference to the Huntsman and that Vil is, naturally, a reference to the Evil Queen. It’s definitely a different look for Azul compared to his past outfits and usual style!

I think I’m just obsessed with Azul, so any outfit will look good if it’s on him. T_T I’m too easily pleased,,, but I also just like the dilf energy he has in the Luxe Couture. He styled his hair differently, has circular frames, and wore earthy tones and suddenly it aged him by many years. OTL aaaaaaaa he’s too perfect.

But I’m also partial to his cool color palette!!! >w< tako looks especially good in darker colors like his GloMas outfit or anything with soft or dark purples and blues. Knowing me, I’ll always love him whether he’s scrunkly or ojiisan. <3

[hornyforherbert]

Stay, if you want. (Justin Herbert) ✧

Prompt 25. Stay, if you want too

CW: Fluff

WC: 1498

"I really should be going," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I stole a glance at Justin, and my heart skipped a beat at his earnest gaze. Justin's brown eyes locked onto mine, and he took a step closer. "Or..." he started, his voice trailing off as he looked down at the ground for a moment.

"Or what?" I prodded, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice. Justin took a deep breath and looked back up at me. "Or you can stay if you want to," he said softly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of agreement. My pulse quickened, and I felt a warmth spreading through me. "Stay?" I repeated, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. "Yeah, stay," Justin confirmed, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I mean, if you want to, of course. I just thought it might be nice to spend a little more time together."

I couldn't help but smile at his awkward charm. "I'd like that," I said, surprising myself with the sudden confidence in my voice. Justin's face broke into a relieved grin, and he motioned toward the couch.

"Great. Let's watch a movie, or we could order some food. Whatever you're in the mood for." "A movie sounds perfect," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Justin.

As Justin sorted through his collection of DVDs, I admired the cozy decor of his living room. Soft throw pillows adorned the plush couch, and warm, earthy tones filled the space, creating an inviting atmosphere. "How about this one?" Justin asked, holding up a classic romcom. "It's a bit cheesy, but in a good way." I chuckled and nodded. "Cheesy is perfect, especially on a cozy evening like this."

We settled onto the couch, and Justin hit play on the remote. The opening credits rolled, and I nestled into the cushions, feeling relaxed and content in Justin's company. As the movie progressed, I found myself stealing glances at Justin. His focused gaze on the screen, the way he chuckled at the funny moments, and the soft furrow of his brow during the emotional scenes—it all made my heart flutter.

“I can grab some snacks if you'd like," Justin offered during a brief pause in the movie. "Or maybe some popcorn?" "Popcorn sounds great," I agreed, feeling a surge of fondness for Justin's considerate nature. Justin nodded and slipped off the couch, making his way to the kitchen. The sounds of cabinets opening and the hum of the microwave filled the air, adding a cozy rhythm to the evening. As he returned with a heaping bowl of popcorn, I grinned in appreciation.

“You're a mind reader," I teased, reaching for a handful of the warm, buttery snack. Justin chuckled and settled back onto the couch, our arms brushing against each other as we shared the popcorn. With the movie coming to a close, I felt a sense of reluctance at the thought of leaving. The comfortable silence between Justin and me seemed too perfect to disrupt.

"So, what did you think?" Justin asked, casting a sideways glance in my direction. "The movie was great," I replied, finding myself lost in Justin's gaze once more. Justin's lips curved into a gentle smile, and he shifted his position, facing me more directly. "I'm really glad you decided to stay," he said, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. I felt a jolt of nervous energy coursing through me, but beneath it all, there was an undeniable warmth in Justin's presence.

"Me too," I admitted, my voice quieter than before. Before I could process what was happening, Justin's hand reached out, gently brushing against mine. My breath caught in my throat at the unexpected contact, and I turned to meet his eyes. "Can I be honest?" Justin asked, his gaze unwavering. I nodded, feeling the anticipation building within me. "I've been wanting to do this all evening," Justin confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

In one swift movement, Justin closed the distance between us, pressing his lips against mine in a soft, tender kiss. My entire body hummed with a rush of emotions, and I found myself leaning into the embrace, savoring the moment. When we finally pulled away, Justin's eyes held a silent question, searching for any hint of discomfort or hesitation.

"Wow," was the only word that escaped my lips, but the smile on Justin's face told me everything I needed to know. "Wow, indeed," Justin echoed, his voice filled with warmth. "I've been wanting to do that since the moment you walked into my house." My heart swelled with a mix of joy and relief. "I'm so glad I stayed," I murmured.

The evening melted into night as we continued to talk, laughter and deep conversations intertwining in the air around us. With each passing moment, I found myself falling deeper for Justin, and the feeling in his eyes mirrored my own. It wasn't until the late hours that I realized how late it had become, and a yawn slipped past my lips, surprising me.

"I should get going," I said, forcing myself to stand despite the reluctance in my heart. Justin nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. "Yeah, it's getting late. Let me walk you out." We made our way to the front door, the night enveloping us in a gentle embrace. The quiet hum of the neighborhood surrounded us, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

As we reached the threshold, Justin turned to face me, his expression tender. "Thank you for staying," he said, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability. "Thank you for inviting me," I replied, a soft smile gracing my lips. Justin hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating his next move. "Would you... like to do this again sometime?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

My heart skipped a beat at the hope in his voice. "I'd love that," I admitted, feeling a spark of excitement at the thought of seeing Justin again.

A genuine smile blossomed on Justin's face, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. "Goodnight, y/n," he said softly, his gaze lingering on mine. "Goodnight, Justin," I whispered, feeling a warmth spreading through me at his lingering presence.

As I made my way home, the night felt alive with the memory of Justin's touch and the warmth of his gaze. Despite the late hour and the weariness tugging at my body, I felt a renewed sense of hope pulsing within me.

In the days that followed, Justin and I found ourselves drawn to each other like two magnets, unable to resist the pull of our connection. We shared laughter, deep conversations, and quiet moments that seemed to stretch into eternity.

However, as our bond deepened, I couldn't shake the sense of uncertainty lingering at the back of my mind. It felt like standing on the edge of a precipice, the thrill of the fall mingling with the fear of the unknown.

One evening, as Justin and I sat across from each other in a café, the weight of the unspoken lingered between us, casting a shadow over the warmth of our shared laughter. "What's on your mind?" Justin asked, his eyes searching mine with a hint of concern.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of my thoughts pressing against my tongue. "I... I've been thinking," I started, my voice hesitant. Justin's expression softened, and he reached across the table, his hand finding mine. "You can tell me anything, y/n. I'm here for you." The warmth of his touch emboldened me, and I took a deep breath. "I'm just... afraid," I admitted, feeling the vulnerability unraveling within me. "Afraid of what?" Justin prodded gently, his gaze unwavering.

"Afraid of getting too close," I confessed, the words feeling like a weight lifted from my chest. "Afraid of getting hurt." Justin's eyes softened with understanding, and he squeezed my hand gently. "I understand," he said, his voice gentle. "But y/n, I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I care about you, and I want to be here for you."

[randorambles666]

ghoul HC 🧦 Mountain

Mount's socks are all built to be as durable as possible, and it took cumulus about a dozen tries to get a pattern to work for them both, they had to be absolute perfect and neither of them would rest until they found the right pattern but for colour he usually just does neutral earthy tones green, brown, the occasional black sock for on stage but really he just loves the simpleness of them and the loves being able to watch cumulus make them she just looks so content when making things for everyone

[justmayyyy]

𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙩 𝟮

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝: Sully familly x Sully!reader

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: honestly I don’t even know, extremely light angst! maybe? 

𝙒𝙘: 3,140

~

You were horrified, the sound of your mother’s scream and the sight of your father crashing on the ground echoing in your brain. Tears now streaming down your face, you didn’t care anymore about pride, you had been taken away by dream walkers.

“Don’t cry like that, you’ll guide us to mommy and daddy, and you’ll see them soon, alright?”

His tone was mocking, he was openly laughing at you, him and the pilot, a woman that you’ve never seen before. All sudden, he took a laying weapon and turned to you, madness in his eyes.

“I think you should sleep now”

And with that, he knocked the side of you head making you lose consciousness. When you woke up, the bright light of the sun was blinding you. It took you a few minutes to figure where you were. You were sitting with your hands tied behind your back to a pole in a middle of an empty earthy field. You could see further some of the buildings of the military base surrounding you. You were dressed heavily, like them, you felt like you looked like an avatar.

Disgust started to take over you as you realized somebody had changed your clothes, then you panicked, your arms were sore, you were thirsty, and the unforgiving sun of Pandora was slowly burning your forehead. But most importantly as much as you tried to free yourself, you couldn’t even make the pole budge.

“You’ll just hurt yourself.”

A feminine voice talked from behind you, startling you, before she came in front of you, completely towering you, her tails swishing from left to right.

“You’re hungry?”

You didn’t answer, head facing down, just trying to enjoy the shadow her figure was offering.

“You know if you don’t talk it’ll just be worse, yeah?”

Without you expecting it, your hair was roughly grabbed to raise your head, you were now forced to look at her. A hot breath near your ear sent shivers down your spine, they were two.

“I told you she was going to be a bitch, Z”

“Shut up Lyle, I just wanted to see it myself.”

In her hand was a water bottle and a fruit that she lazily let fall on the ground, making the man laugh lightly.

“Well, take it Sully what are you waiting for”

They were now loudly laughing as If it was the funniest situation, it made your blood boil, but what could you do except endure it. Their laugh suddenly stopped as the man let go of your hair and went next to the woman, standing straight.

“General Ardmore.”

“It’s okay you both can go”

They rapidly left, not without looking back at you with a mocking smile, before Quadritch stepped to stand in front of you with a woman in a robot armor.

“So… Back together, huh?”

You didn’t answer, you mouth felt sealed and anyways there was no way you were going to talk with him, that is what you were telling yourself before he brought his hand to your face cupping your cheeks harshly.

“Hey now, you’re going to start answering, okay? Because if I catch you doing that again, I might not be as gentle as I am with you right now, alright?”

You nodded lightly just wanting him to let go. He quickly let your face and stepped back next to the other person.

“Cool then. So how do you like your new clothes? It’s just basic decency, not like your old thing.”

 “I hate it.”

“Perfect.”

The woman that was standing still, silently listening to the conversation until then, stepped in.

“Listen kid, we just need your father, we need to know where he is, where he hides and you’re going to tell us where you guys live okay? Then you can go”

You remained silent but as Quadritch made a step toward you, you quickly answer scared of what he would do.

“I won’t say anything.”

 “I was hoping you would say that, we’ll start tomorrow.”

With that they both left not without Quadritch stepping on the water bottle, making it explode to your face.

Then it started, every day they took you from the empty field to a sort of lab, installing you in a machine. Some light spinning around your head while they screamed at you to tell, or at least think about, where you lived. You forced yourself every time to think about some calming memories you had, or some random objects, animals or plants. It had been weeks, weeks during which your nose bled every day, making you so much weaker. They were feeding you, the basic nutrients to keep you alive by intravenous injections. You couldn’t do it any longer. You knew that you were going not to be able to endure it longer. You had completely lost faith in anybody saving you.

“Wake up.”

You had started to fear his voice a little more each day a little more, flinching every time he directly spoke to you. He was standing before you with a few men next to him. Holding your head to look at him was painful enough, but not as bad as how they untied you with force.

“Follow me, now. And no funny business.”

He was referring to you escaping from here with an excruciating sarcasm, of course you weren’t going to try to leave, already struggling to match his late pace. You arrived in a huge room, and you were sat a table with food.

“Eat, we’re changing tactics with you.”

Confusion took place on your face, what was a tactic? It was quickly brushed of as you started to fill your mouth with a little bit of everything that was in front of you. It was now you and him alone as he decided to continue.

“You’re coming with us we’re going to move a little, alright?”

You nod slightly barely listening to him, busy catching up on the past weeks’ missed meals.

“Great, I like you better like that, when you’re not talking unless I ask you.”

Everything about talking with him pissed you off. He always found the way to make you mad by making fun of you or by demeaning you, knowing that you couldn’t answer anything to it.

“Where do we go?”

It was you, you just had to prove people wrong, all the time. He let out a loud laugh before settling.

“Your accent is getting better y’know? It’s good, better than your barbaric dialect.”

You huffed, you didn’t know what barbaric or dialect meant but coming from him it was obviously not a good thing.

“Where do we go, then?”

 “Right, right, through the forest.”

You shoved another spoon of human food in your mouth before speaking again.

“Why?”

“Ugh! Close your mouth when you talk, it’s basic decency, it’s the military damnit!”

You couldn’t help the snigger that formed in your throat to escape.

“What is decency?”

 “You’re so dumb.”

“You’re the dumb.”

 “That you understand, huh?”

He chuckled while standing up once again towering you of all his height.

“Let’s go now, hurry.”

 “But I eat still.”

“I won’t repeat.”

You got up, following him not without sighing loud enough for him to hear. You had eaten too fast and felt heavy. You were walking slow behind him, and soon enough, you found yourself behind everybody in the forest. You felt normal again, more energetic than before, your famished state already forgotten as if you didn’t get up almost dead this very morning. You were tied again, both wrists linked together with some orange handcuff-like bands.

“Can you speed the fuck up?”

 “Yeah, you’re supposed to teach us stuff about this place, this isn’t some kind of retreat for you!”

“Me, teach?”

All looks turned to Quaritch that had stopped to listen to the discussion.

“What?”

 “You didn’t tell her why she was here in the first place?”

“No, but she knows now, so what’s the problem?”

All the avatars shared looks of disbelief, that’s why you weren’t talking, then.

“What do I teach?”

 “Everything, what plants are dangerous, which aren’t, same for animals, why not even teaching us that language of yours. And if you could add where your fucking dad is, that’d be great but I’m sure he’ll come by himself to get you.”

You scoffed.

“He is not dumb. When he come, it’s with a plan.”

He turned his back, resuming the walk, everybody following him quickly. After what felt like hours of walking, the group halted. You immediately sat on the ground, laying for a little.

“Is it here, colonel?”

You raised your gaze to the leader. He was like frozen, looking at a little storage-area-looking place. You were the only one confused, everybody was giving Quaritch sympathetic looks. He suddenly snapped out his trance, turning to look at you.

“Do you know where we are?”

You shook you head, rapidly standing; his voice was weirdly monotone when it usually had a sarcastic or angry undertone.

“Your mother, that’s where she killed my human form.”

You were confused for a few seconds, what did he mean by ‘killed his human form’? Wasn’t he supposed to be sleeping somewhere like did others at the lab? Your mom had killed him? Why was he here if she had?

“You didn’t know?”

You shook your head again.

“I thought she would have told the story to people with pride, that’s unfortunate.”

The persons around seemed to fade, at this moment it was you and him, talking. You were hanged to his lips wanting details.

“He was weak. I like to think I have nothing in common with this man.”

He took a few steps to stand before a robot covered in vines, taking a skull from inside him.

“Except the hatred I feel against her, that we share.”

He leveled the cranium to his eyes intensely looking at it before crushing it in his palm.

“Your father too, Jake Sully.”

Bringing you to reality with force, everybody let agreement cheers.

“He betrayed his people, an entire race, kid. I don’t expect you to understand, you’re still young. You’re not at the stage where kids hate their fathers yet.”

His joke seemed to lighten the heavy atmosphere that he had set, you felt as if you could finally take a full breath.

Once the laugh settling, a rustling noise was heard behind having the seven pairs of ears perked. One of the men took your tied hands to bring you behind him.

“Take her further, up here.”

“Yes, colonel.”

With their usual delicacy, he led you up a hill, preventing you to see what was occurring.

“What is happening?”

He looked down at you.

“Probably you little friends coming to get you, might even be your father, all I know is that you’re not leaving us.”

 “It was planned?”

“Shut up with your questions, consider all my answers will be that I don’t know.”

“Shut up with your questions, consider all my answers will be that I don’t know.”

 “Alright, no need to be unpleasant like that.”

Spider, Kiri, Tuk and Lo’ak had been on a discovery of the forest further where they were allowed to, accidently running into seven avatars in camo gears. Once their parents alarmed, they decided to walk back to safety. Spider was now asking Lo’ak if he thought that their movement had went unnoticed, the younger not feeling like answering any more questions.

“Dad, do you still copy?”

 “Yes, come back, we’re coming”

“Okay, I’m sorry da- “

Coming from behind a bush the squad had all the kids immobilized. Quickly, he discovered that they were Sully’s kids - along with his own, or at least his human form’s.

“Well, well, I thought he was more of a one child type of guy.”

Laughter erupted while the kids stared at Quaritch, unamused and scared.

“Okay so, what’s going to happen is that you’re all going to come with us and if you guys are still not enough to make him come, well, you’ll need to have a little family talk, I guess.”

His face displayed a threatening smile, eyes wide opened as he looked at Lo’ak in the eyes. He turned his gaze, calling someone to get them. Jake on his side was panicking, none of this was something he wanted his little girls to see, they were too young to even stand close to a functioning gun, and who knew what was happening there, not him, and neither did you. You were still the blue soldier and not a word had been exchanged since he asked to not to talk.

“Can you tell me your name?”

You thought it was bold of you to ask that, and it was confirmed when he turned to your sitting figure, looking like you had said the most horrible and stupid thing.

“Okay, okay, you don’t answer if you don’t want to.”

It was nighttime, you felt tired and above everything you missed home. You picked a rock lying next to you throwing it away with all your force.

“I just want to go home now”

“Ouch, the fuck?”

The man holding Kiri had received a rock on the back of the head from nowhere. Mindlessly letting one hand go off the girl to scratch his head, he started to shout at the girl next to him.

“Why the hell would you do that, dumbass?”

  “The fuck you’re talking about you’re the dumbass, asshole!”

“Oh, hell no! If you think you can talk to me like tha-. “

He couldn’t even finish his sentence that an arrow had transpierced his head. A silence took over the group, interrupted by tongue clicking sounds. Quadritch was the first one to react, approaching to take a better look at the arrow.

“Mom!”

Tuk couldn’t help the relief to take over her as she knew she was going to be saved

“She is here”

A mix of excitement and fear seized the man as he quickly gave his squad orders. Soon enough, gunshots were heard everywhere, your babysitter had left to join his comrades leaving you on the ground, trying to get your handcuffs off.

You were struggling, you stood and rubbing your wrists to a tree hoping for the sturdy bark to break the ties. You started sweating, the military clothing feeling heavy on your skin again. You decided to stop your effort now panting, just heading closer to the loud war noises. ‘If they’re human enemies, they’re my friends’ you thought. Then you saw her. She was a few feet away from you now, hiding behind a tree, your grandfather’s bow in hand, mom.

You were starstruck, after so much time, weeks without seeing her, your mother was now standing a few feet away from you.

“Mother- “

You’re cut in your momentum when you feel a sharp pain in your lower right abdomen. You see your mother turning around to look at you, her gaze turning from surprise to horror. You lower your gaze, eyes meeting with an arrow piercing your stomach. You fall hard on the floor, which makes you wince

“Y/n!”

She turns her gaze from you to behind.

“Neteyam, what have you done?”

“I- I didn’t know it was her she’s not dressed like usual I’m sorry, mom, I’m so sorry.”

He is panting, regret ruling his behavior as Neytiri looks back at you, closing the gap between you, and whispering an quick apology before taking the arrow off your body, causing a keen cry to leave your lips. She cut your hand ties with the arrow before your father arrives suddenly from behind Neteyam with Lo’ak and Spider while your sisters erupt from behind your mother.

“What are you guys doing, run!”

“Y/n is hurt.”

He looks down at you, emotions flashing through his eyes, relief, surprise, fear and worry. Without a second thought on the matter, he picks you up throwing you on his shoulders indicating to everybody to follow him. He runs restlessly, using shortcuts he knows through the forest, you’re unsettled on his shoulder, all you can think about is the blood leaking through your shirt and to your father’s skin. As if Eywa had decided to harass your family, Spider had fall from a tree branch you were crossing, making Kiri stop.

“Spider! Dad, do something!”

 “Baby, we can’t stop now, come on.”

It wasn’t until you were near the ikrans that the group had stopped. Your body started to feel numb as your father laid you on the ground.

“Dad.”

 “I’m here, baby girl, okay? It’s going to be okay, you’re a big girl now.”

You chuckled, which you quickly regretted because of the pain it inflicted.

“I’m not a baby, dad.”

“Stop talking”

He was applying pressure on your wound while your mother was cutting a piece of fabric from the ikran’s saddle to wrap your lower torso. Kiri was crying in Neteyam’s arms as he looked concerned himself. Lo’ak had the same face as when you got taken away, anger was taking over in his eyes while Tuk was beside you, your hand in both of hers, she had tears in her eyes. You brought your hand to her cheek lightly stroking it.

“It is actually not the first time somebody asks me to shut up today.”

Your mother started to wrap you up, unamused. You turned you gaze to your crying sister, of course you were touched by Spider’s capture, but the joy that your freedom brought you overcame your sadness. It might had been a selfish feeling, but you didn’t mind it more than that.

“Spider is strong and bold, he’ll be okay, Kiri.”

A bunch of agreements were heard before you turned your faces to the sky hearing a buzzing sound.

“They’re coming back?”

Tuk was obviously still shaken by the evening’s event, and as she talked, she threw herself on her father’s arms embracing him tightly. Returning the embrace, he kissed the top of her head several times, answering negatively. You sat up, wincing slightly, thanking your mother. She let herself fall in your arms, quickly followed by everybody, Tuk taking place on your lap. Everybody but your brother, Neteyam.

“Come, Neteyam.”

“I- I don’t know Y/n, I’m sorry for..”

He points your stomach hesitantly.

“That.”

 “Nonsense, you didn’t know.”

“I should’ve!”

You stood up setting Tuk on the ground.

“You shouldn’t stand!”

 “I’m alright Kiri, thanks. Plus, apparently, I must in order to get an embrace from my brother.”

Neteyam met you half-way taking you in a strong embrace, you knew he wasn’t used to mess up, but used to get scold for things.

“I’m so sorry, sister. I didn’t know I- I thought you were-.”

 “I know, Neteyam, but I’m alright. We’re all alright now, that’s all that matters.”

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𝘼/𝙉: Hey guys! Again, I hope you like it!!

Happy Valentines day, everybody hope it counts as a great gift haha. A week after the first part, but it’s here!

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Jelly, I have a question. How would the vets feel about Hawaiian shirts and if they like them, what types would they wear? 🤔

~Gothic Anon~

I think all of them would like them!

Erwin

He'd wear softer light coloured ones that go with his blonde hair and tanned skin. He bought one by accident because he liked the colours and even since he's warn them on holiday in the summer. Will take it off to put in on your sun kissed shoulders

Levi

Levi only wore one because you got it him. He'd wear more green based ones, or ones with leaves on etc. More earthy dark tones and he'd especially wear it all the time if you got it for him. Wouldn't think twice about putting it on you. He has to protect you from the sun so he'll put his shirt on you way before you burn.

Mike

Mike doesn't care much. He loves the ones with animals on and more noticeable colours but not super strong. So close to the edge of being too much but just perfect really. Would put the shirt on you and have a chuckle cause it'll be massive on you and it'll look damn cute.

Hange.

The brighter and more awful it is, the better. They love the ridiculous ones because it makes them laugh and they will likely match with Moblit and try to get Levi in a bad one, but fail.