#as soon as it was clear this was gonna be flight i was like. please please please please be Stacey

[grasslandgirl]

AAAAAAAAA FLIGHT !!!! HI FLIGHT !! YES YWS YES YES YES STACEY FAKENAME !!!!!! FUCK YWAH THATS SOOO GOOD ACTUALLY THATS SO FUCKING GOOD

#as soon as it was clear this was gonna be flight i was like. please please please please be Stacey #d20 #d20 spoilers #mentopolis #stacey fakename #also her art w her earrings and wings AAAUUGGG UR SO CUTE BABY

[wearebarca]

Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed too long at the same place. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 4,6k

18+ (eventually)

A/N: Spanish is from google translate so please be nice. French is my first language so all should be good on that part. Tell me what you think, be nice, enjoy.

The return to Barcelona wasn’t as smooth as their arrival trip. Rosalie had ended up with a seat next to Lucy, which was good because Lucy knew how to handle the younger brunette on a plane, but she couldn’t shake the slight disappointment she felt when she realized that she wouldn’t be sitting with the captain. Nonetheless she was still happy with her flight partner since she hadn’t seen much of the English woman during this trip.

Lucy had shown up at six at the photographer’s door, in full training gear and running shoes in her hand, and had forced the brunette to go out on a run with her to relax a little before the flight. They had ended up in a park with a track that circled a nice football pitch, and Lucy decided that it would be a great idea to challenge the runner on a race. Rosalie might be an experienced runner, but explosive speed was the older woman’s strength and an hour later, they were both lying on the field, panting like dogs, with Lucy undefeated. Running back was a completely different story for the defender who had used most of her energy on beating the younger woman in sprints. She was glad when she could see the hotel in front of us but groaned when the photographer lightly shoved her and yelled “ Race you there!”

At breakfast, Rosalie sat with her usual group, sandwiched between Keira and Ingrid, who made sure the brunette was occupied with conversation the whole time. Their goal was clear to the photographer who knew that they wanted her to focus on anything other than the plane trip ahead. Unbeknown to the pair, the task of keeping her distracted was already being fulfilled by the blonde sitting a few seats away from her.

Rosalie’s perception of the blonde had changed since their dinner the night before. Being able to spend some time with the captain without the pressure of work or football allowed Rosalie to see another side of the blonde that she hadn’t encountered before. Now, Alexia intrigued even more the photographer who wondered just how many sides the footballer keeps hidden.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by Keira who had been trying to get the French-Canadian's attention for the past minute. “ Hey, Frenchy are you still here with us?”

“ Oui, yes I’m sorry I was caught up in my own thoughts.” The brunette said, turning towards her friends.

“ It’s ok really, we just wanted to know if you were coming to team building night with us?” Ingrid said.

“ Isn’t that for players only?” the brunette said confused. Back with Arsenal, she never got invited to this sort of night, even if she was, or she thought, one of the player’s girlfriends.

“ Not necessarily no. It is just a normal night with friends and we’d like for you to come.” Keira said, smiling at the photographer.

“ I’d love to.” Rosalie said, turning towards Ingrid. “ When would that be?”

“ We were thinking about two weeks from now, after the game against Levante. I’m just trying to see how many we’re gonna be so I can make a reservation at the restaurant.” The Norwegian said, picking up her phone to look at options. The rest of the breakfast was spent organizing the supper, allowing the photographer to forget about their approaching departure. Unfortunately, her feeling of dread and anxiety came rushing back as soon as she picked up her luggage from the bus and walked towards the terminal. The flight went relatively well for the brunette, who stayed wide awake this time, leaning against Lucy while a bad comedy was playing on the small screen in front of them.

Alexia, who was a few seats behind the duo, could not help but wonder how the smaller woman was fairing and finally succumbed to her urge to make sure the photographer was alright by getting up and quickly trying to find something to say to justify her presence next to them. As she arrived at their seat, a small smile crept on her face at the sight of the brunette bundled up in her oversized hoodie, with her hood engulfing her head almost entirely. She crouched down next to her and took her hand in her own to give it a light squeeze. Without letting the photographer’s hand go, she turned her attention to the defender. “ Could you remind me again of yours and Keira’s departure dates for international break?” She asked the English woman who seemed surprised by the question.

“ Yeah sure mate,” she said, pulling out her phone to check her emails. “ Why do you need to know so soon? Isn’t it in almost two months?” she asked

“ Uhh, I’m just planning ahead.” She said, hoping that the older woman would not see through the real reason for her presence here. Meanwhile, the photographer had significantly relaxed since the captain had arrived next to her, and was putting all her focus on the way the blonde’s thumb was tracing soothing patterns on the back of her hand.

Too soon for the brunette’s liking, Lucy found the email with the dates she was looking for and gave them to Alexia, who had no more reason to stay with them. She gave one last squeeze to the photographer’s hand and walked back to her seat. Lucy, who was far from dumb, had a good idea of exactly why her captain had come to their row, and it surely wasn’t to know their departure’s dates. She sent a look to the younger woman, who simply answered with one that clearly said, : “Not now Luce.”

It was the middle of the afternoon when the brunette finally stepped in the comfort of her small apartment. She refused to let it show too much during their trip, but she was truly exhausted from the strain two plane rides in such a short amount of time had had on her, and as soon as her body hit the bed, she was gone and did not wake up until the morning after. The rest of her weekend was spent mostly working on the editing of the shots she had taken during their day off and training. She decided to go check out the Olympic pool near her place and swim a few laps to allow her body to recover from the week's intense running sessions.

For the players, the week after a match was always slower than their usual training, but for the rest of the staff, it was when their schedules would be the most hectic. Rosalie started her week by following a few players on a media appearance for a foundation that helps little girls persevere in sports, then it was media day which took by storm the whole training complex. Various interviews and fun videos were being filmed all over the facility and Rosalie’s job was to roam from station to station and capture the girls during their appearances. On top of that, the brunette had her usual training content to shoot and edit.

This week’s workload meant that coffee with her favourite couple wasn’t possible, which saddened them even though they understood why. Rosalie also postponed her night with the English couple who were very eager to bombard the Canadian with all the questions they had so nicely kept to themselves during the trip. It was a relief for the brunette, who knew that sooner or later, she would have to go through her best friend’s interrogation.

Weekend couldn't come soon enough for Rosalie. Friday would be a bittersweet day for the photographer who had to finish and send the media day content tonight at the latest for their release the next day, which most likely meant a late night at the office again. Her hunch turned out to be right as she checked the clock around four and realized that she wasn’t nearly done. The girls had already left and the training facility was dead silent when the photographer left her office. Rosalie almost jumped at the sound of her ringtone echoing in the empty car park. The name that lit up her screen made the brunette’s eyes roll as she picked up the call.

“ Non.”

“ Oui.”

“ Non, je viens de finir de travailler, Je suis complètement brûlée, pas ce soir.” Rosalie said in a whiny tone as she all but threw her bags in the backseat of her small sedan.

“Too late, we're already at your place darling.” Lucy said laughing. Rosalie could hear Keira whine in the background for her to come quickly because she was tired of waiting to eat. “ We brought your favourite, now get your arse here, we’ve got questions that need answering.” The defender didn’t even wait for the younger girl’s answer and hung up.

“Mais quel enfoiré.” Rosalie took all the detours humanly possible, just to annoy the older woman. At the sight of Lucy waiting by the stairs of her apartment, Rosalie felt like a child getting scolded by her mum. She took a deep breath and climbed the few stairs that were left between her and her apartment.

“ Took you long enough.”

“ Traffic, ya know”

“ Fuck off you cunt you did this just to fuck with us.” Lucy said as she followed the Canadian back in her flat.

“ Woah woah votre langage madame Bronze.”

“ You’re lucky we like you Frenchy.” She pulled out the bags of fish and chips she had brought while Rosalie pulled out beers for everyone. She eagerly took the plate that was handed to her and made a face at the first bite.

“ I know, it’s not like back home.” Keira said, stealing a few chips from Rosalie’s plate.

“ It doesn’t taste bad, it just does not deserve the title of fish and chips.” Rosalie said, bringing her plate and beer to the couch. The two women followed her, Keira beside her on the couch and Lucy on the ground, on the other side of the coffee table.

“ Ok I’m done waiting so now, what the hell is going on with you and Alexia.”Rosalie almost choked on her fish at the younger English woman’s question.

“ There’s nothing going on”

“ What do you mean? There’s nothing going on. She keeps staring at you!” Keira said in an animated tone.

“Rosalie, you fell asleep on her shoulder, in the goddamn plane.” Lucy added. The brunette was cornered, she could not lie to these girls, they were her family, they knew her too well.

“ She’s just.. she’s easy company you know. We get along nice.” She said, hoping that would be enough for them, but she knew it definitely would not be.

“ We all saw how you were looking at her on the last morning of the trip. You haven’t looked at anyone like that before, not even…”

“Don’t,” Rosalie quickly interrupted. She didn’t want to compare Alexia, even in the slightest bit, to the Irish defender. “ She’s just very intriguing, you know. I haven’t quite met anyone like her before.”

“ She’s a pure soul, that one,” Lucy said, staring at her best friend who was currently looking everywhere but at the two friends. “ She’s shy and closed off but once she opens up, she is truly one of the most authentic girls I’ve met.” She said with a fond smile playing on her lips.

“ Why are you guys telling me all this?” Rosalie asked. Sure, she understood that these women were her family and they simply wanted to know what was going on but this felt like more than the usual interrogation she would be subjected to. It almost felt like they were encouraging the photographer to pursue whatever was going on between the brunette and the blonde.

“ No reason in particular, we just want you to be happy.” Keira said, trapping the brunette in a hug.

“Ok you can let me go now, you’re crushing me” they stayed silent for a moment, contempt in eating their food and unwinding after their week, until Keira decided to break the silence.

“ She talks about you, you know? With Mapi and some of the Spanish players. They think I’m not good enough in Spanish to understand when they speak fast, but I’m better now, and I can understand some stuff.” Keira said, happily stealing more chips from the photographer’s plate, who was too stunt by the woman’s statement to react. Lucy on the other hand, could not hold back the laugh that came out when she saw the look on the younger woman’s face. A deep blush formed on her cheek as she got off the couch and walked to the kitchen to put away her plate.

“I’m sure it was probably something about the shoot or the most recent post.” Rosalie said, trying to occupy herself until her face would turn back to its original colour.

“ No, no I heard your name, than “guapa” was somewhere in there and then they all agreed.”

“ Kei seriously, that could be about anything.”

“ I’m telling you, they were talking about you.” Keira said with a wide teasing grin on her face. They went back and forth like that for a few minutes while Lucy was laughing at the interaction. The couple ended up staying over until past midnight before finally deciding to make their way home.

“ By the way, you’re coming to the beach tomorrow, I’ll send you the time and address!” Lucy said as she stepped out of the brunette’s apartment and closed the door behind her, not leaving time for her to give an actual answer.

The next day she woke up with a text from Lucy only containing a time and an address for a beach not too far from the city. Rosalie had no idea what to bring for this occasion so she assumed that since they were meeting up around lunch time, she should probably pack some food, a quick call to Keira confirmed her suspicion and allowed her to also add beer to the list of things to bring. She put on her favourite bikini with a pair of linen shorts and a swimsuit cover, grabbed her camera bag and her backpack and hopped in her car.

The Canadian had never gone through this part of the city and decided to go explore it on her next run. Her GPS led her to a small parking area in front of a path in the woods. She parked between Lucy’s Cupra and another car that looked similar to Lucy’s but wasn’t familiar to the brunette. On the other side of the car park, she spotted Mapi and Ingrid’s car as well as other nice vehicles that probably belonged to Barça players. When she arrived on the beach, Rosalie realized that this was more than just a hangout between a few friends. Lucy and Keira were here, along with Mapi and Ingrid, Patri, Pina, Vicky, Jana, Aitana, mariona and finally, Alexia.

Barking was heard along with the sound of rapid little steps coming her way. She was greeted with a small white dog she knew very well, along with a small pomeranian. Narla jumped around at Rosalie’s feet, too excited for the Canadian to pet her, but the small pomeranian kept scratching at her leg. The photographer bent down and picked up the small fluffy dog, who immediately licked her face.

A chorus of “Hola”’s and happy cheers was heard as the French-Canadian made her way towards the group, with the small dog still in her arms. “ Finally! We were starting to think you got lost on your way.” Mapi said, hugging her friend tightly and taking the bags in the brunette’s hands so she could greet the rest of the girls.

“ Blame Lucy, she told me to be here at twelve.”

“ I see you met Nala.” Ingrid said, approaching the photographer, hugging her gently to not crush the ball of fur who was getting comfortable in the brunette’s arms.

“ Oui, she’s a little angel,” She said, kissing the top of the dog’s head, “ Who’s the lucky owner? Gotta know who I need to fight in order to bring her home.” She said laughing.

“She’s Alexia’s.” Mapi said, with a cheeky smile, “ She usually takes a while to warm up to people.” Rosalie could feel the blush that was creeping up her cheeks.

“ Good to know…”

“ Ok, can we eat now? I’m starving.” Mapi said as she turned around, to make her way towards the coolers. Ingrid smiled at her girlfriend’s antics and beckoned the French-Canadian to follow her towards the rest of the group. She helped Ingrid and Aitana set up the little potluck while the rest of the girls were setting up some beach chairs and towels around. The sun was high in the sky and not a single cloud could be seen, the heat was quickly getting to the Canadian who decided that the swimsuit cover was not helping cooling her off. She got up and took off the shirt, her actions not missed by a certain blonde, who was in the middle of a game of touch. The action made Alexia completely miss, which made the little group snicker at their captain.

“Capitán, debería limpiarse la baba de las comisuras de la boca.!” Patri said, laughing at her captain 's flustered face.

“ Oy, callate idiota!” To be fair, Alexia was not the only one staring. The photographer had put on a dark green bikini that complemented perfectly her tanned skin and showed off her athletic figure.

“ Ella es muy caliente.” The comment came from Pina, who received a sharp slap to the back of her head.

“Behave”

“ Si Capitana.”

The food was finally set up and the group was called back by the rest of the girls to come eat. Rosalie mainly stayed with Ingrid and Aitana since she still wasn’t used to being with this many new people at once. She quickly found out that there was absolutely no reason to be shy around the girls. The atmosphere was very playful and the air was filled with laughter and bickering in broken English since they all knew that Rosalie and Keira weren’t completely comfortable in Spanish.

“ Rosie! If you want to make your Spanish better, I know someone who’s a very good teacher.” Patri said with a shit eating grin.

“ Si, si very patient, very good teacher. She would love to teach you, right Capitana?” Pina added, trying to hold back her laugh. The look the captain sent the girls would have scared anyone in their right mind, but the younger players were too busy laughing to notice their captain’s wrath coming their way. A sharp cry and a whine was heard when the football connected with the side of Pina’s head.

“Cállate, te lo merecías.” Alexia said as she pushed the younger girl towards the area they had been playing previously.

“ I don’t know if they were serious or not, but I kinda really do need help with Spanish. The online courses I’ve been taking are little to no help with understanding native speakers.” The brunette said as she set up her towel between Ingrid and another towel.

“I’m sure she would love to help.” Ingrid said with a knowing smile. The light sound of little paws hitting the sand caught the attention of the photographer who turned her head to see Nala strut her way. The little dog came over to the photographer to get a few pets then made a beeline to the towel next to her to pick up a little chew toy. Nalla then turned to make her way back to Rosalie to lay right in the middle of her towel. Rosalie laughed at the little dog’s antics while Ingrid smiled and turned to her friend.

“Now that your spot has been taken, you should go show these children how it’s done.” She said, motioning to the little group playing a game of touch. Mapi’s head shot up at her girlfriend’s words.

“ Yes, yes, let’s go, I want to see what you are capable of.” Rosalie let Mapi drag her up and to the group. She stood between Patri and Mapi and after a few passes, she was just as excited and hyped as the rest of the girls. They played for a while, working up a sweat with the sand sticking to their skin. Even though the brunette was focused on the game, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing at the blonde captain. She looked gorgeous in her light blue bikini, tanned skin glowing in the sunlight. She looked so carefree and genuinely happy. Their eyes met and both the women smiled wildly, until a particularly daring kick sent the ball straight to the ocean.

“ Rosie! You are a runner, si?” Patri said, lightly shoving the brunette to get her attention. “ The first to get to the ball gets to dunk the other one in the ocean!” She yelled, already taking off full speed towards the waves.

“ Hey! Non, that’s not fair!” She said laughing as she took off behind the midfielder who had too great of a head start for the Canadian to be able to catch up to her.

As soon as she reached the ball, she felt hands grab her by the waist and hoist her up only to launch her straight in the water. The photographer let out a loud shriek as she hit the cold refreshing waters. She could hear behind her the cheers of the rest of the girls who had made their way to Patri.

Rosalie walked out of the water, slicking her hair back with a sinister smile as she approached Patri, who was still caught in an uncontrollable laughter. She jumped on the player’s back and dragged her down in the water with her. Alexia saw this as an opportunity to get back at Pina for the teasing and grabbed the younger player, hoisting her on her shoulders and walking off in the water to dump her near the two other women who were busy splashing each other.

They all stay in the water for a while, teaming up against one another in a slashing battle. Patri and Rosalie against Claudia and Alexia. The footballers weren’t playing around and Rosalie quickly realized that she was in over her head. For the second time today, a pair of hands landed on her hips but this time, the touch sent shivers down the brunette’s back. She went still which allowed Alexia to swiftly pick her up as she carried the photographer away from the two other Spanish women, too busy bickering and slashing each other to notice the absence of their friends.

The midfielder set Rosalie down, but her hands on her hips stayed until she decided the woman was stable enough on her feet. “ I am sorry, I thought that you looked a little overwhelmed out there," she said, smiling at the smaller woman.

“They do play a little too rough for me.” she said, following Alexia as she started walking deeper in the sea. She was silent, only looking at the water stretching endlessly in front of her. Rosalie could see that something was bothering the blonde. Her beautiful smile had faded and her eyes held a worried look. “I can sense something is not right.” She said softly to the blonde who turned to look at the photographer.

“ It’s just that, the euros are getting nearer, national camp is in a few weeks and the girls are a little on edge with everything that has been going on lately.” The photographer was aware of the tensions in the national football scene in Spain. She knew that the players were fighting for better conditions and better treatment from the coaches, and she knew that this fight had cost some of the girls their chance to represent their country in some of the most important sports events. It was hard for the girls who had to stay behind . It was also hard for the ones who had decided to stay with the team but were enduring the poor treatment from the staff and management. Seeing these girls today, so happy and carefree, she could not fathom just how much pressure was resting on their shoulders.

“ Days like these are important, you know,” The photographer said, getting closer to the captain. “ They help unwind, allow you to forget about everything you know?”

“ I’m not very good at relaxing.” The blonde said, chuckling.

“ What do you like to do on your days off?”

“ I don’t know, I don’t get a lot of those.”

“ Ok, so what would a perfect day off be for La Reina?” The photographer said with a cheeky smile. Alexia gave the photographer a big eye roll before answering.

“ Probably going to get coffee, walk around the market. Maybe buy supplies to cook a nice supper and relax with a movie. Something simple I guess.” Alexia said with a distant look in her eyes. In this moment, Rosalie wished she could take all the pressure on the blonde’s shoulders and carry it for her for a little while, just so she could catch her breath. Unable to do such a thing, the brunette thought of the next best thing.

“ Tomorrow there’s no training right?”

“ Si, no training.”

“ And you don’t have anything planned?”

“ I was gonna train alone and work on some side projects, why?”

“ No you are not, because tomorrow, you are bringing me to your favourite coffee shop and to that market you talked about. Then you are coming back to my place and I’d like you to show me how to make Paella. I've always wanted to try making it but my cooking skills are horrendous.” Rosaie said in a tone that left no space for arguing. Alexia smiled at the smaller woman, she was surprised by the French-Canadian’s proposition but could not be happier with the turn this conversation took. She took the brunette’s hand and brought it to her lips. The action made Rosalie freeze on the spot as she felt the blonde’s lips graze the back of her hand, which sent a shock wave that traveled her whole body and made her breath hitch.

“ It is a date then.” Alexia said, letting the brunette’s hand go and walking back to the beach with a wide smile plastered on her face. Rosalie on the other hand, was still frozen at the same spot, trying to gather exactly what had happened between them. A deep blush had crept on her face and the woman felt hot all over. She lowered herself in the water, dunking her head to try and cool herself off, or wake up for this dream, but she emerged at the same spot, with the silhouette of the footballer walking in front of her, almost reaching the rest of the group, who was now sunbathing.

Walking back to her towel, she could see that Nala had moved to the top of Alexia's towel, near the blonde’s head. She was laying on her stomach, which allowed the photographer a clear view of the multitude of tattoos on the captain’s back. The photographer got comfortable on her back and shoved one airpod in her ear, leaving the other one free to hear the crash of the waves on the sand. She felt something fluffy brush against her hand and opened her eyes to see Nala had changed spots again, deciding to lay between the two women, making sure she was touching Alexia and Rosalie’s hand at once. With the soft music playing in her ear, the sound of the ocean and Alexia’s calming presence, Rosalies quickly surrendered to the week’s exhaustion and let herself drift to sleep.

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[yandereorg]

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Characters included are the Batboys + Roy Harper and this is just snapshots of angst

Warnings: self mutation in Tim's part,

Dick Grayson

Your key, it sat there haunting him, it was the only thing left of you, you had cleared out, he had been gone for a week and you were acting completely normal, until Friday. You had blocked him. Your last text saying "im sorry, i do have a lot of love for you, but you're just too much and I knew that you'd blow up if I told you I wanted to end it, and it's really scary when you get like that." You tried to break up with him over text. Taken all your things, apart from that stupid key. Dick sat there, empty, rejected, his heart felt barbed wires wrap around it, your face would appear in his mind and the wires would tighten. Dick knew where you were, he hoped that you would come home and you would, he just wanted you to be willing. He had resources and time, he'd be kind, this is your first offence after all, as long as you batted you're pretty eyelashes at him. Dick just wanted to please you.

"Pick up the phone y/n, I can play these games all day but it's gonna be you crying when I win." A few photos attached two of them being of you, sat at an unrecognisable desk, the third a screenshot of your bank account, completely drained. You'd have to run back to him, nothing in Gotham was free.

Jason Todd

"Jason, you're making everything so hard, I can't watch you knock on death's door every night." Jason was getting more reckless. He was so indifferent about his own safety, it was like he wanted to die, he was throwing his life away and it made you feel sick. Every time he walked out your home, you feared that it would be the last time. Jason knew this, your affections given out more freely, your hugs tighter, desperate for him to stay, your kisses were so full of need, worry and worth. Jason adored desperation and fear suited you so well.

"What do I make hard?" Still he was completely calm, like the crimson stains the surrounded him that they didn't exist. he didn't care that his life style made you sick with anxiety. Jason wasn't dumb, he knew how scared you were, he liked that you cared, you stayed up all night and when he was late you'd spam his phone and when he came back achey and hurting you were there, you made a pretty cute nurse. And yeah sometimes he'd wait a little longer so he could get that welcome, but all your worry made him feel loved, like a real hero.

"To love you." as soon as those words left your lips you knew it was a mistake, spoken out of frustration and a growing anger, you had wished these feelings away so often yet, the fear to replace it was so much worse. Jason's empty glare haunted you.

This was going to be a rough and very long night.

Tim Drake

Crimson stained the sink and iron filled the air, the pictures that had flashed up on your phone broke you away from studying, your ex boyfriend was acting a lovesick fool. You broke up with Tim because he was intense, even insane but they wouldn't believe you. You had ended it, but he needed help.

“You’re scaring me.” you had no need to be scared, Tim would protect you from anything, he has already. He'd often hang out with you as red robin, he was more confident that way, he was able to flirt and see your cute reactions, see you squirm like prey under the gaze of a predator.

"why? I'm your boyfriend? Am I not allowed to show off my love? I did this for us, angel." Tim was deranged, he had lost his mind, for him he was just proving his love, proving himself worthy of your love. Who else carved your name into their skin?He was so desperate for your validation, so he showed you, it still bleeding when he took the photo. The smile stapled on his face was unnatural, different from the man you loved, eventually your body gave you an ultimatum, fight or flight, soon enough you went running out the room, screaming for Alfred trying to explain Tim's actions but before you could notice the emptiness of the manor Tim had caught up with you.

Damian Wayne

“No feelings involved though.” Your voice repeated this, it echoed in his head,  Damian had thought that this was a better starting than nothing, until he realised that his plan wasn't happening, bodies were beginning to pile up, every time he deleted your dating apps they were soon reinstalled, he was right here, waiting for you to call, but instead you choose some random man off of the internet, Damian knew Gotham, and you inviting these men in, wasn't good for you and it was even worse for Damian who watched it, closely trying to mimic their words, trying to improve for you. he wasn't even your first choice anymore. just a body.

You were being reckless, you weren't but Damian's mind was set in stone, and he wasn't just gonna give up on you.

The man had been a quick visit, Damian couldn't believe the piece of filth was so casually, a god laid besides him and he was all too eager to leave. But that was a problem for later, right now he just needed to get you home.

This was the only way, Damian should have seen past his lust, it was unbecoming, he should have convinced you, proven himself more, but it didn't matter because now you were safe. You would awake in his arms, far away from Gotham, safe and sound.

Roy Harper

"we aren't anything, we've never been anything.” Roy was clingy, needy and full of yearning, these traits made for a good situationship, he was so eager to please, desperate for your validation and it was Roy who had no shame and it was infectious, he had no time to hide all his kinks. His face changed, soured at your rather blunt reminder of the agreement.

He didn't say anything, just took away his arms, and turned away. He had hoped that you would spoon him, say sorry. He was in the middle of talking about wanting to see you swell with his seed, picturing you as a perfect house spouse, but you didn't. Opting to get some sleep.

It hurt. You reignited all his insecurities, he had hoped this situation would help you realise that you wanted him, he always took such great care of you. the pain he felt was similar to the one that shot through his body when Oliver abandoned him, when he needed him the most, the rejection still stung, and you had re-opened this wounds.

He just wanted love, both to be loved and to love you and he'd make a great boyfriend. He'd do anything to prove that.

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ!!! If it's okay, for the first kiss prompt could I humbly ask for

"are you sure about this" with our voice king, Sev?

Or!!

their hearts stopping when they hear someone's camera click (a friend catching them in the act ?) with Tup?

Whichever one inspires you more! Please and thank you 💙

A/N: Thank you so much for the ask @secondaryrealm! It was so fun to get back into the swing of writing Sev. You’ll notice that I’m incapable of writing him without mentioning his voice. Voice kink gonna voice kink. Prompt is in purple!

Pairing: Sev x Reader (GN)

Rating: T, but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 519

Warnings and tags: fluff, mentions of vomit

Summary: You do Sev a solid.

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“Are you sure about this?” Sev’s deep voice rumbled in your ear, sending a tingle of awareness across your neck.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. “Kriff, no.”

He smirked and slid his helmet into place. “Too bad.”

Without warning, he spun you around and tackled you, sending you both flying out of the LAAT/i and into the abyss as his arms clamped around your body.

You shrieked, too terrified to be embarrassed by the sound. “Oh, my gods, I’m gonna die!”

You clung to Sev, burying your face against his chestplate as you squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw to try to keep from screaming again.

Sev’s low, modulated chuckle sounded through his helmet speaker. “Relax, I’ve done this hundreds of times.”

“Carrying another person?!” you demanded raggedly, still not opening your eyes.

“Uh… no,” he admitted. “That’s why we needed volunteers for the training exercise.”

Your eyes snapped open, not that it mattered, since all you could see was Sev’s armor and helmet.

“Sev,” you asked nervously, “how many times have you done this while carrying somebody?”

“This is the first. I think it’s going well.”

“I can’t believe I let Scorch talk me into this,” you groaned.

“Everyone who’s ever met Scorch has said that at some point.”

You felt your weight shift as he adjusted the flight path of his jetpack, and your stomach flip-flopped. Gods, I think I’m gonna hurl. Please, please don’t let me hurl on him, you prayed silently to the Force.

“Don’t drop me,” you begged.

“Even if I did, the tether would keep you close.” Sev seemed to sense you didn’t find that as reassuring as he thought you would, and he tightened his fingers on you briefly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

True to his word, he soon landed the pair of you safely on the ground. As he released you, your knees buckled, and he caught you just before you collapsed. He yanked off his helmet with his free hand, and you heard it thud to the ground as he tilted your head so he could see your face.

“You okay?” he asked, scanning you quickly for injuries.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said shakily. “I just need a minute.”

You willed your legs to work as you tried not to stare at his deep, gorgeous eyes or his stupid, perfect mouth that you’d been trying to ignore for months. Why does he smell so kriffing good? He has no right to smell like that. 

You cleared your throat. “I, uh, think I can stand now.”

Sev didn’t loosen the arm he had wrapped around your waist, and he stroked your cheek softly with his thumb as he held your head. You gazed into each other’s eyes, as though suspended in time, and then he closed the distance between you as his lips met yours. His lips felt exactly as soft and stupidly perfect as you’d imagined, and you sucked in a tiny, broken gasp when the kiss ended far too soon.

“Wow,” you sighed. “I’m so glad I didn’t hurl on you.”

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[loupy-mongoose]

It's not necessary, but I found this song to be a good fit to this part. :3 (Steve Morgan--Into the Night)

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He snapped the suitcase shut.

Taking a step back from the bed where it lay, he sighed.

The day was upon them.

It was time to begin the flight to Hoenn.

He found himself thinking back to the last time he'd visited his mom. Far too long ago. Soon after he'd discovered he was in M--

No...

Soon after he'd discovered he was a Mew.

It had been a much less lighthearted visit. He'd had to break it to her that... Well...

That her son had died...

He hadn't expected her to accept him as... as a continuation of Randy... Arceus knew he had a heck of time accepting it. And there was no way he would've been able to if she hadn't.

He didn't dare think about what he would've done if she hadn't accepted him.

He smiled, as Lav's words came back to him.

"I'm proud of you, Dad. I know that time is hard for you, but... You've come a long way since it all."

...He had, hadn't he?

You alright, Love?

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the beautiful blue Mew. Yeah, I am. Just reminiscing.

She nuzzled his cheek, purring. For once, he believed he would be to, if in Mew form.

Are you packed yet?

Yeah, I think so. I don't know how much of it I'll need.

That's always the case for travel. Better to have more than you need than less. I wonder how Lav's doing. And Perzi. Have you asked Perzi if he wants anything packed?

Yeah. He's fine. He's the most ready of any of us.

Randy sighed. I have to admit I'm jealous of how easily he adapted to having Rosemary. How easily he adapts to anything, really. I feel like a mess compared to him.

Akoya gave him a peck on the cheek and snuggled up to his neck. You're a recovering mess, Love. It's not easy, but you're doing great.

He felt his eyes grow hot with tears, and he smiled. Lav said something similar a bit ago. He paused, recomposing himself. I'm proud of you, too. You've been an amazing mother.

He felt her tense against his skin for only a brief moment. Her response was quiet and full of emotion. Thank you.

yyyeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Randy turned to the doorway just in time for the pale Mewtwo to barrel into him, knocking all three flat onto the bed. Thankfully they missed the suitcase.

Lavender quickly hopped up and hovered speedily around the room. YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASS IT'S ALMOST TIMMME! WE'RE GONNA SEE GRAMMA VIVI!!!

Randy clenched his teeth against the peal of her voice. Lav, please, I know you're excited. But my ears are ringing.

Sorry Daddy! Her voice was at a reasonable level now, but she still floated and kicked her legs as she fought against her overwhelming joy.

Are you all packed, Lav?

She nodded vigorously. So much so her body rocked in the air as she bobbed her head. She finished with an accidental summersault and a giggle. Her parents couldn't help letting their own chuckles out as well.

Well...

Randy stood up, keeping a sense on his legs to see if they would decide to ache or not. Once up, he gripped the suit case handle and telekinetically pulled his cane to his hand. Mentally noting that he had everything, he turned into his Mew form. The items in his hands vanished with his human body.

Shall we speak to Perzi and the team?

You're all clear on how to run the place?

The three shiny Pokemon nodded in unison, grunting in affirmation.

Randy smiled at them, then turned to his wife, who was saying her good-byes to Jerry the Pichu. Lavender and Perzi were with the three kits, who were playing around in a nice padded tote bag they'd gotten for this trip, as a means to gather them together if need be.

Good. They seem to like it. Hopefully we won't need to force them in there.

The Mews eventually gathered together, waved good-bye to the remaining Pokemon...

And took off...

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ARC START

I hope you all don't mind the influx of written parts for this arc. And potentially future arcs as well. It's just a lot quicker to get done, and helps offer looks at emotions and thoughts comics can't achieve on their own.

Anyway...

The trip has begun. :)

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[aliveinacoffin]

Miguel O'Hara x reader pt dos

In which miggy wiggy and reader go on a date

God I want him so bad

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You bend over, putting a hand in your knee as you try to make a hot face in the mirror. You just laugh before making a dumb face and doing an exaggerated pose. You sigh, pulling down fabric and messing with your outfit before you stuck fingers in your hair to try and correct it more.

It was 10, meaning at head quarters, it was turning 12 soon. You hurried and grabbed your watching, flipping through until you landed on the universe you wanted.

The feeling of static filled the room, and a sort of stillness suffocated your room. You took a deep breath in, and free fell through the hexagonal portal.

You laughed as the feeling of everything and nothing rushed pasted you, a sort of faux air rushed by your ears.

Though, your clothes and air weren't ruffled, and you managed to do a backflip as you landed. You flipped out your arms and stood posing, cheesing while looking at your boss-not-boss.

"You never take anything seriously, do you." Miguel sighed, looking down at you.

"Of course not! I'm a spider person, we're not supposed to take things seriously. You're just an outlier old man, get with the times." You said, stalking around him. He watched you with careful eyes while you took in his outfit.

"You clean up nice." Quickly, you loop your arm with his, and he quickly tensed up with surprise. He was wearing a light blue button up with simple light brown khakis.

"You do too." He said simply, and even though he was caught of guard by the touch, he didn't pull away. Miguels hair seemed a little more brushed as well, and even though he was young, you could see the slight peppering of grey hairs.

"And for the record, I'm barely 30. I'm not an old man." He huffed out.

"Well then don't act like one. Plus, you have canas." You laughed, looking up at his hair. You saw the way he looked at you, a small soft smile, and his face relaxed.

"Maybe if you all did your jobs, I wouldn't have any." He shook his head. "It's just up here, another left and we'll be there." Miguel had been leading you, arms lax while you both waded through the crowd of people.

It was nice. It wasn't much of a change of how Miguel usually is. He's still stoic and serious, but he didn't have as many walls up. Like he had been hiding in the shadows, and he now he was holding out a hand to you in the light.

"Okay! I don't really mind where we're going. You could be taking me to a secret spot where you could harvest my organs, and I wouldn't even question it." Your head was whipping around, drinking in the sights of such a futuristic place. (duh)

"If I wanted to steal your organs mensa, I would've done so already." You both turned the corner while he shook his head, like he was disappointed that you would doubt his organ stealing abilities.

"Okay viejo." You stuck your tongue out at him.

You both slowed to a stop, and he held out the door to what looked like a sleek restaurant. The inside was dark, only lit by different colored candles.

"Wait am I gonna get my organs-" You started, surprise clear on your face. Miguel pushed you in before you can say anything else, clearly trying to save himself the embarrassment of whatever you were gonna say.

A woman in a nice suit came up to the both of you, holding a clipboard. "Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara, this way, please."

You looked up to Miguel, and he just looked at you equally as shocked, and just shrugged his shoulders in a short of panicked way.

The waiter led you two up a couple of flights of stairs and sat you down at a secluded table in a corner, a huge curtain made up of the wall beside the two of you.

"Enjoy." She bowed, and scuttled away.

You turned to Miguel, where under the flickering flame of the blue candle, you could see a slight blush.

"Mrs. O'Hara? I like the ring to it, but I think I like my last name better." You laughed, trying to mask the feeling of being under dressed.

"I didn't mean for that, I don't know why they assumed that, chesmosos." He hissed out, looking back at you.

"Psh, they're always just gonna assume." You leaned back, rubbing your arm. "I didn't know this was gonna be a whole date, I feel out of place."

"It's not, it's just..a lunch. These kinds of places are everything, this is casual." Miguel said, as if this was so normal.

"The future is weird." You looked down before immediately perking up. "Oh my god, did you hear about the new guy? His name's Hobie, and guess what? He's British." You gasped overdramatically, basically slamming your hands on the table.

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"So, in all the food in the world, allll the options you had on the menu, you chose empanadas? Siempre con las empanadas. Do you eat anything else?" You teased poking your food while he ate his overly garnished favorite.

"It's simple, and it's good, you don't mess with tradition." Miguel huffed.

"I know, I'm just playing. But sometimes it's good to break tradition, not everything has to be by the law. Rules are meant to be broken." Miguel gives you a look that you can't recognize.

"Well, rules are also set in place for a reason, todo cosa tiene un propósito." He said, the air was beginning to get thick with a sort of apprehension.

You quickly changed the subject and asked how his day was while picking off his plate.

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Dessert came far too quickly, even though the lunch had been running a little long. It was now around 1:30, though neither of you made any move to hurry up the date-not-date.

The candle had slowly went from blue to a soft pink, the slow change of its gentle flame enchanted you.

You looked up from the flickering light, catching Miguels eyes as he stared at you.

"What, do I have something on my face?" You asked, immediately scratching at your cheek.

"Nothing, you're just....childish." He tried to cover, wiping his mouth with a white napkin.

You faked laughed and totally kicked him as softly as you could, but he barely reacted. "Yeah, well, you're totally in love with me, sooo." You made duck lips at him.

Miguel rolled his eyes again, and when the waiter came by again he whispered something in her ear.

"Ooh, should I be jealous? Or did I just get stuck in a love triangle."

"Ha ha, no. You'll see, paciencia." Miguel laughed sarcastically, rolling his deep red eyes. They could pass for brown in the dark or during the sunset.

"See what? Just tell me, pleaaaasee." You begged.

"Just-"

The sound of whirring shut you up, and suddenly, the dark room became not a dark room. Dark suddenly became red, and you could see the setting sun through the massive window that the curtains revealed.

"Oh my god, Miguel. It's..." You opened and closed your mouth, at a loss for words.

"Beautiful. Yo sé."

You couldn't see him, but you could feel his gaze on you. You turned back to him, staring.

"Miguel. What. What does this mean. Is this just a lunch?" Your voice again turned hesitant. You knew Miguel must have some semblance of affection towards you, else he wouldn't have done any of this. But what he wanted out of this, out of you was unclear.

He seemed taken aback by that, and for a moment, he didn't have an answer.

"Whatever you what us to be." Was all he said, and it had so many meanings all stuffed into one sentence.

"I'm okay with that."

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The walk back was spent in a comfortable silence, both your arms intertwined with one another. It was at the entrance when you two let go of one another.

"I came on my day off, so I'll be heading back a mi casa." Going back and forth on your feet, you looked up at Miguels too tall form.

"I expect to see you bright and early. Don't think that this will change our relationship at work." He said, stoic attitude coming back as his spidey suit came fizzling into existence.

It was cool to see the pixels change and fizzle up from browns and light blues to that dark blue.

"Oh yeah totallyyyy. Our totallyyyy legit workplace environment." You turned, opening up the portal to your home dimension.

You turned, looking at him with a fond smile as you put one foot through the portal. "Thanks for lunch, by the way. I hope we can do it again sometime soon."

"Of course." Miguel said, fondness etched in his face.

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[crazyunsexycool]

Val! Heya love.

So, for your birthday ask game. I was gonna choose a trope from the office relationship, but it got out of hand when I liked more than 5🥹.

Can we please have something for Steve and Reader, where at SHIELD they’re incredibly close and have feelings for each other?

Lots of sticky notes on laptops, doodles on briefs, texts to one another under the table about coworkers, fixing ties and hair, and maybe sporadic texts about something to do with“work/meetings” when they really just want an excuse to talk to the other?

Sab, darling!!!

A/N: I loved this request so I hope you like what I wrote for it. Also send in all the other request I promise I don’t mind!!

Between sticky notes, meeting rooms and elevators.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: pining and fluff, some America puns (I’m so sorry they’re only like two but I couldn’t help myself)

You were late and your boss hated when you were late. It didn’t help that when you finally got to the briefing all eyes were on you when you got to the only available seat.

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Ms. Y/L/N. Now we can finally get started.” Your boss announces.

You take a deep breath as you look up to find Steve sitting right across from you. He raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head in mock disappointment. You rolled your eyes and smiled before your eyes landed on the disposable coffee cup in front of you. There was a little smiley face with your name on it in Steve’s handwriting. You mouth a thank you and he winks at you before turning his attention to the front of the room. Those pesky little butterflies that made your stomach their home since the day you met Steve took flight again.

~~~~~~~

“Hey Y/N,” Steve calls out to you as soon as the meeting is over. The sea of people in the hallway parts for him. “So how was your morning?” He smiles, the mischief behind his eyes lets you know he’s just joking.

“It was wonderful. My alarm didn’t go off, traffic was horrible and I had this meeting right at the beginning of the day with the most annoying of my boss.”

You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Steve is already holding his laughter as you turn around with a horrified look on your face. Your boss glares at you for a moment.

“Don’t let your tardiness become a habit Ms. Y/L/N.” he states before walking away.

Steve just gives a long whew as he watches your boss walk away. You cover your face behind the files you’re holding before Steve pulls them away in order to hold them for you.

“Did you know he was standing behind me?” You look up at him with a pout.

“Absolutely not. I would never let you embarrass yourself like that even though it was entertaining.”

You just glare up at him, mostly playfully. He laughs as you both get on the elevator. As others get on you’re pushed back more until you end up back to chest with Steve. His free arm comes up and around your waist to keep you up right. You hope he can’t hear your heart beating faster the longer you stand that close to him.

Once you are on your floor you get out while Steve stays on the elevator. Neither of you would really look at each other so you couldn’t see the pink tint on his cheeks and the sheepish smile that played on his lips.

“I’ll-uh I’ll send those reports to you as soon as I can.” You say.

“I’ll be waiting for them.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, see you later.” He says and then the doors close.

*****

Just as you said the reports were ready for Steve. With a pep in your step you go up to his office to drop them off even though there is someone that can do that for you. You frown when you get to your destination as you see that the lights are off. Grabbing a post-it you always carry with you and a pen you write a quick note and leave the file in his drop box.

A few minutes later you get a text.

Steve: Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Attached to his text was a picture of the sticky note. It was a drawing of a stick figure saluting and it says. ‘I know you ameriCAN do it.’

Y/N: You’re welcome. ☺️☺️

Y/N: let me know you make it back safe!

Steve: Always do. 😉

You smile at your phone before putting it away and working on the next set of reports.

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Steve: This guy’s voice is so monotonous that he's making himself fall asleep.

You try to hide your laugh behind a cough while Steve has the nerve to send you a message shushing you.

Y/N: not fair! Don’t make me laugh like that.

Steve: 🤷🏼 it’s true though… don’t look now but I think Linda from accounting is asleep with her eyes open.

You slowly look over and you watch as one of her coworkers nudges her. She starts slightly and then sinks into her chair further.

Y/N: 💀💀 oh maybe you should recruit him for the avengers. He could just give this speech to any bad guy and they’ll turn themselves in just to avoid hearing him anymore.

It was Steve’s turn to huff a laugh and try to cover it by clearing his throat. You were seated in different sections because of your jobs but still managed to be in each other's line of sight. Every time you looked over he would pretend to be nodding off, you shook your head every time before looking away.

****

“I thought that guy would never stop talking.” You say as you meet Steve in the hallway.

“Yeah, that was painful.”

“Oh, here are those analyses you requested.” You hand him a few folders. “Everything is arranged from what I thought would need priority down to low grade issues.”

“Thanks. Here are my completed reports.” He hands you a folder. “Everything is signed, all it needs is your review and it can be filed.”

“Thanks. I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, see you later.” He smiles at you. That boyish grin that makes your knees weak.

When you get to your desk and open the first folder you laugh. Paperclipped to the first report was a doodle of the speaker from earlier except Steve has made him look like a sloth. You take the doodle out of the folder and place it in the small box you keep all of the doodles Steve gives you.

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“Hello?”

“Hey Steve,” you say as you look over some information that he needed. “I have that report you requested but you aren’t in your office.”

“Oh yeah, I was called back to New York for a mission with the avengers.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No,” he shakes his head even though you can’t see him. “You’re never an interruption. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah I just wanted to know what you wanted me to do with the report , you know, since you’re not here.”

There was a protocol in place for this occasion. You knew that and so did Steve. Still neither of you could wipe those dopey grins on your faces as you spoke to each other.

“Why don’t you hold on to them and I’ll get them once I get back?”

“That works.” There’s a small silence before you break it. “Well I’ll leave you to it. Please-“

“I don’t have to hang up yet. I mean if you have time, we can talk.”

“I’d like that.”

“Have I missed anything in the office since I left?” He asks as he sits back in his bed at the tower.

“You mean in the three hours since you left?”

“Yup.”

“Of course you did. Now you didn’t hear it from me, but rumor is that Linda from accounting is having an affair.”

“No!”

“Yes. And you’ll never guess with who?”

“Who?” Steve asks excitedly.

“Sloth man.”

“There’s no way.”

“It’s only what I’ve heard, it hasn’t been confirmed.”

“I wonder what she sees in him.”

“A good night's sleep.” You murmur.

Steve throws his head back and laughs. Once he calms down he starts giving you theories about the supposed rumor. Then the conversation turns into other topics. Before you know it you’ve been on the phone for at least two hours when he needs to leave.

“Please be safe.”

“I will. See you in a day or so.” Steve says before hanging up.

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The day had dragged on. Maybe it was because you didn’t have much work for the day. But you had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with a certain blond haired, blue-eyed super soldier not being around.

It wasn’t until late in the evening and you were working extra hours that you received a very long overdue break. There’s a little knock at the end of your desk. You push yourself a little bit to turn your chair around. Words die on your tongue when you see a bruised up Steve standing there.

“Oh my god what happened?” You raise your hand to lightly touch a bruise on his cheek.

He wraps his fingers around your wrist and you immediately realize how inappropriate it is. When you go to pull your hand away he doesn’t let you. His thumb is drawing a lazy circle on your wrist as he brings both your hands down.

“Just some bad guys. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Why are you still here?”

“I think my boss is still mad that I called him annoying and I’m stuck doing more paperwork.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Well I hope you haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Nope.”

“Good.” He smiles at you and then pulls a bag from behind his back. “Because I brought your favorite.”

“My hero.” You beam before turning and clearing a spot on your desk. Steve places the bag down and pulls a chair from an empty desk and sits down with a bit of a grunt. “So spill it.” You motion to him.

“Just a mission.”

“I need a play by play. Come on please. I read all of your reports, they’re basically a book at this point and I need the next chapter.”

He huffed a laugh. “Fine. But it’s rather boring.”

“You could never bore me.”

“Could I get that in writing? I’d like to have proof for Tony.”

“Sure, I’ll even have it notarized.”

He laughs again and shakes his head. Then he starts talking about the mission. You could sit there listening to Steve talk about anything. After he finished that story you moved on to other topics, work now long forgotten.

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As much as you hated it, Shield was requiring a certain number of their employees from each department to attend a gala. Because your boss still had it out for you, you were selected to attend.

You were fiddling with the necklace you’d paired with your dress as you walked through the already crowded venue. Someone grabs you by your forearm and pulls you into an empty hallway while you try to throw a punch.

“Woah calm down, it’s just me.” Steve said as he let go of you.

“Why would you grab me like that?”

“I’m sorry I just didn’t want anyone to realize I was here. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, it’s just I thought I was being kidnapped.” You frown a bit.

“I’d never let that happen.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, you knew he meant it as a friend but sometimes you wish it was more than that.

“Is everything ok?”

“Honestly, I’m kind of nervous.”

“You are nervous? Why?” You ask incredulously.

“This function is for World War Two vets. I don’t know it’s not the same as if I was dealing with someone that didn’t fight in it. They ask questions and I can play it down a bit but with the vets… It makes me feel exposed.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I have to give a speech. If I find you a seat closer to the stage would you take it?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you .”

“Don’t mention it.”

His large hand takes yours and he pulls you down the hall with the intention of leading you to the seat he mentioned. You tug on his hand so that he stops and turns to you. Pulling him a bit closer you reach up and fix the bow tie. Then your hands instinctively run across his shoulders and down his chest in order to smooth out his tux. He smiles at you then. His eyes light up when he sees you return it. The moment is far too intimate for two friends to be sharing but it feels right nonetheless.

Steve graciously walks you to an open seat and heads to the stage. Just like you knew it would, the speech was a success. Still every once in a while he’d look down at you and you’d return an encouraging smile.

****

“May I have this dance?” Steve had his hand stretched out in front of you.

“Why yes you may.”

You place your smaller hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor. Steve places one hand on your waist and the other takes your hand. As a slow song starts playing he begins to lead, the scent of his cologne is intoxicating in the best ways.

“I thought you didn’t dance.”

“Only with the right partner. Besides, Sam bet that I wouldn’t dance with the most beautiful woman here. I had to prove him wrong.” He says just as he turns both of you and Sam comes into your line of sight, raising a glass of champagne and smiling.

“Steve…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just thought it was time I told you how I really felt. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same but I learned my lesson the hard way.” He spins you around and pulls you back in. “I like you as more than just friends. Seeing you makes my day, I can literally be having the worst day and you make it better. If it weren’t for you working at Shield would have been a nightmare. You saw me for more than just Captain America and I don’t think you realize what that means to me. It’s never bothered you to have to do things differently or having to spend time teaching me something because I just don’t know about all of the new technology. Most importantly you don’t mock me for it, you accept me as I am. And I’m so grateful you’re in my life.”

Steve dips you and as he pulls you back up all you can do is stare up at him with wide eyes. He smiles fondly at you as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“I have to go on a mission. But would you be willing to talk about this some more when I get back?”

You just nod, all words had escaped you at the moment. How were you supposed to respond? You adored Steve but never in a million years did you think it was reciprocated. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek before walking towards Sam. Then you watch as they both walk out. By the time you leave the gala you’re still reeling and trying to figure out how to respond.

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Steve didn’t get back until Tuesday. It had been four days since the gala and since he told you how he felt. He was supposed to be back today. You knew for a fact he was because some of the people on your team had mentioned seeing him. Without being able to take much more you rush to the elevator and press the button for his floor.

Everyone around you rushes out but you are glued to your spot. Standing at the doors is Steve, looking as handsome as ever. His eyes light up when he sees you even though there’s a really bad bruise on his cheek and it’s obvious the mission was worse than expected. Still he steps into the elevator and no one dares walk in, leaving the two of you alone. The elevator starts to ascend but Steve pushes the stop button.

“Hi.” You manage to squeak out.

“Hi, I am free tonight by the way.”

“Oh, good.” You say as you try to hide your smile.

“But another America joke really?” He holds up the post-it note you had placed inside a folder for him to find.

It simply reads: on a scale of one to America, how free are you tonight? With a few stars drawn around it.

“You are Captain America, I have to use that to my advantage.” You giggle at his fake huff of annoyance. “Since you’re a superhero does that mean you’re super free tonight?”

Steve genuinely laughs this time before he turns to you. He finds that you’re already looking up at him with a soft smile.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“Oh so you think I’m cute.”

“Yup.” He takes a step towards you, forcing you against the wall. His hands rest on the small handrail, effectively caging you in.

“How cute would I have to be to get you to kiss me?”

“I think you’re there already.” Steve says before his lips are on yours.

It was better than what you had imagined. His lips were soft, the kiss was sweet. Unfortunately it was short lived.

“If you two are done holding up the elevator, I’d really appreciate seeing Captain Rogers in my office. Now.” Director Fury’s voice came through the speaker and you pulled away quickly.

You giggled at the fact that you had been caught. The butterflies in your belly were in full flight as Steve smiled at you. When the elevator came to a stop he pressed a kiss to your cheek and stepped out.

“I’ll see you tonight.” You smile at him as the doors close. A few seconds later you get a text.

Steve: It's a date. 😉

#you’ve got mail 💌 #val answers #val’s birthday celebration #val’s 1000 follower celebration #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfic #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x reader #captain america #sab 🐉

[padfootagain]

Opening Eyes

Hello ! Today, we’re answering a request for my 6k event sent by @sergeantbuckybarnes : “Hii Carole!! Congrats on 6k🎉🎉 You deserve this and more cause your writing is amazing!

There’s so many good tropes here it’s so difficult to choose…. But I’m a huge fan of “only one bed” hehe (with Ben of course 😋) I’m not sure about the AU so that’s up to you, you can choose whatever you think it fits better, I trust your judgement😊

Thank you for doing this! It’s gonna be so fun read all these stories💕”

Thank you so much for sending in a request! I hope you’ll like this little piece!

I hope you all like this story! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much adorableness you might throw up.

Summary: You and Ben need to attend a wedding, and are travelling together by car for 48 hours. What you didn’t expect was for the hotel you had booked to mess up with your reservation and give you… only one room for the two of you, with only one bed to be shared…

Word Count: 3405

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You were growing tired. After driving for four hours straight, with only a small break a couple of hours before, your back was starting to hurt again, your brain growing foggy. You could feel yourself starting to be unfocused.

“Do you want us to switch?”

You had thought Ben asleep, but clearly he wasn’t. When you glimpsed over at him on the passenger seat, his eyes were open, although his eyelids were heavy over his dark eyes. He stared at you, expression neutral and yet there was still something benevolent in his gaze, something that was always there when he looked at you, something you didn’t really understand.

“I’m fine,” you lied, and he chuckled, sitting a little straighter in his seat, folding his arms before his chest.

“You seem tired, there’s no need to play the tough act,” he smiled, something tender lingering on his lips.

And you couldn’t control the way your expression longed to mimic his, the way your lips curved up just a little bit at the mere sight of his own smile. The way you wanted to kiss the taste of that shining smile off his lips, too…

You took a deep breath, tried to calm your nerves. Being in love with your friend was not a great idea, by any means. And being stuck with said friend in a car for 48 hours to attend a wedding was not a good idea either…

Ben had been driving for the entire morning and a part of the afternoon, it was your turn at the wheel. But Ben shook his head at your stubbornness as you didn’t answer. Or well, what he took as stubbornness. As a matter of fact you were simply still distracted by this urge of yours to press your lips to his…

“We have about an hour left before reaching the hotel. Will you be alright?” he asked, voice warm, deep, soothing…

You cleared your throat.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. You can rest if you want.”

“Not sure I can now that I’ve noticed how focused you are while driving…”

“Very funny. I’m an excellent driver!”

“When you’re awake…”

He laughed at the way you mumbled something unintelligible under your breath.

“We’ll soon be there,” he spoke with a gentler voice again. “And tomorrow night, when we finally reach the wedding, I will kill Andy for making us travel all the way across the country for this.”

“It would have been fine had they planned it in more than three weeks and had all flights not been booked…”

Ben nodded, then yawned.

“I can’t wait to finally lie down in bed. Driving is exhausting…”

“Indeed.”

“If you get us there safely and manage not to crash the car into anything, I’ll buy you dinner. Whatever you want.”

“I want something disgustingly terrible for our health.”

“Burger?”

“Yes, please. Extra fries!”

He laughed at that, but nodded anyway.

While you drove, the dying lights of twilight danced over your features, the trees on each side of the road painting moving shadows over yours skin. And Ben wondered how you could manage to be absolutely stunning when looking exhausted, dishevelled, after a ten-hour road-trip…

But then, perhaps it was just his infatuated brain speaking. After all, falling in love with his friend was a terrible, terrible idea, and Ben had let himself fall into this trap months ago like the bloody fool he was.

He looked away before you would notice the way he was staring at you, and tried to slow down his heart after it started dancing a salsa…

This was going to be a long… long trip…

“What do you mean, there’s only one room left?”

Your voice was shaking with exhaustion and frustration. You were exhausted, you had a headache, you longed for nothing but a bed and a full night of sleep.

“I’m so sorry,” the employee apologised. “There must have been a mistake… But we’ve only booked one room for you, and there is none left available.”

Behind you, Ben heaved a deep sigh.

“Well, we don’t have a choice, anyway,” he mumbled, offering his open palm in a silent request to get the key to the bedroom.

“I did book two bedrooms,” you told him as you carried your luggage down the narrow corridor, towards your shared room.

“I know. They must have fucked up our reservation.”

You let Ben open the door and enter first, but he came back after just a few steps to help you with your suitcase.

And…

“Fuck…”

As expected, there was only one bed in the room. A rather large one, that seemed comfortable and inviting, but it was still one bed for two people. Two people being friends, yes, but a man and a woman, and… both of them desperately in love with each other and idiotically oblivious of the reciprocated feelings.

This was bad. Very bad…

“I’ll take the couch,” Ben offered, but a quick look around made you frown.

“There’s no couch. You’re not going to sleep on the floor. Besides, it’s ridiculous. We’re friends, we’re adults. It’s alright.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! I’m going to take a shower.”

Ben let you take a shower first, didn’t complain about it. He was too nervous at the idea of sharing a bed with you to banter anyway.

How could he not be nervous? Sleeping in the same bed was a highly intimate thing, especially given the fact that he was absolutely smitten with you. How could he pass the night?

His heart was beating faster than usual, he was struggling a little to breathe. He decided to unpack a part of his stuff to calm his nerves.

When you emerged from the bathroom in your pyjamas, hair still a little wet and frame wrapped in a comfy bathrobe, all his plans of calming down evaporated. Why did you have to look so adorable?

“We’re only staying for one night, why are you unpacking so much?” you asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression that made his heart skip a beat.

Damn, he really was a lovesick fool…

“Huh… I just don’t like picking up my stuff from a suitcase.”

You shrugged, deciding to leave him alone while he acted silly, and Ben was grateful for it. He hurried inside the bathroom, longing for some cool water to calm him down. And it worked. He was himself again, composed and quiet, when he walked out of the steamy room. He did not expect to find you already asleep, a book on your laps that had fallen from your hands as their hold failed, your neck crooked as it relaxed during your slumber.

Why was he so strangely touched by it? There was nothing special in this moment, nothing glamorous, nothing extraordinary.

It’s domestic. Yes, that was what, Ben realized, made the scene special, filled his heart with a warm feeling of fondness that went beyond the kind a friend should feel. He wanted to see you like this every day; in this fragile, peaceful stage you entered every night, and he longed to become the guardian of it.

Slowly, he walked to your side of the bed, picked up your book, secured the page. He put it away on the bedside table next to you, then gently cupped your face to straighten your neck a little. You shifted slightly in your sleep, but didn’t awaken. Finally, he tugged you in, bringing up the covers up to your chin, patting gently the soft material in a tender gesture, as if to say ‘take good care of her for me’.

When he looked up at your face again, your frame now secured under the blanket, it was to fall right into your eyes…

“Thank you,” you breathed, your voice tiny in the wide space of the bedroom, in its quiet, in the darkness of the night outside and the shaky light of the bedside lamps.

And Ben was back to square one, with a heart thumping against his ribs, a breath struggling to escape his lungs, an urge to lean down and kiss you until you would moan his name…

“You can go back to sleep,” he whispered, unwilling to break the quietness of the moment.

You hummed, closing your eyes once more. Ben stopped breathing altogether when you blindly reached for him, holding onto his forearm.

“Come to bed too.”

So that was what it sounded like, to be called to join you in bed late at night? For a second, he imagined you saying this phrase to him because he was working too hard, going to sleep too late at night, in a bedroom that you would be sharing.

Absolute lovesick fool…

“I’m coming,” he whispered, and couldn’t hold back his urge to reach out, brush a strand of hair away, and let his knuckles caress your cheek, travelling across the soft skin from your temple to your chin.

He heard your breathing catch in your throat, and he swore he could have died here and there.

But it was a spell that needed to be broken, that required to be torn into pieces. He wasn’t ready for this. He longed for it, yearned for it, actually, but he couldn’t take a step closer to you, couldn’t lean down to meet you. It would endanger your friendship, make everything complicated, and anyway… he was pretty certain you didn’t like him that way…

At 4am, you were awake.

You were exhausted, and wanted to go back to sleep, but simply could not. Your eyes were closed, but your brain was fully functioning, thinking about the driving to be done the next morning, the wedding ceremony, where you would get gas on the road, Ben’s regular breathing filling up the silent room, the way his weight bent the mattress…

You turned to your side, trying to get comfortable, to quieten your mind again, to ignore the warmth Ben was spreading through the bed.

To ignore that Ben was lying in this bed, with you, within arms range, or even hands range at this point. Had you extended your fingers, releasing them from the tightness of your fist, they would have brushed his naked bicep…

“You’re alright?”

His voice was warm despite the roughness of sleep. Almost a growl. It made your heart skip a beat or two, or maybe a dozen…

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Your voice was quiet, you tried to clear your throat to make it a little louder, but it was hard to breathe as Ben was turning on his side to face you.

From the window, a ghostly light came in from the hotel sign out there on the street. A mix of red and yellowed white that wasn’t bright enough to properly see anything, but still made shapes clear through the shadows of the room. It shone in Ben’s eyes, you couldn’t see the details of his features but could distinguish the edge of his jawline, the length of his nose, the vague curves of his lips…

“Can’t sleep?”

“Not really.”

He hummed.

“Why? You’re not the one getting married, no need to worry about it.”

“I know, it’s just… it’s not that. My brain is just busy.”

Again, a low humming.

“Have you tried counting sheep?”

“At this point I would have reached 500 of those.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah… it’s okay though. I’ll end up falling asleep again. You can go back to sleep.”

He shrugged, and you thought he would listen to you. Close his eyes again, and look for the sweet quiet of slumber again. Instead, he reached blindly for you across the bed, until his fingers were wrapped around your wrist, thumb brushing against your pulse.

You took in a sharp breath, staring at his undefined form.

“You need to sleep,” he admonished, his voice still low and tender, impossibly warm…

“Easier said than done, you genius!”

He chuckled at that, low and raspy, and you felt your entire being tremble at the sound.

It shouldn’t be legal to hold so much power over someone…

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked after a moment of silence, and his voice was even more tender, if it were possible. “Because I’m here…”

“No! No, it’s really not that. I just… I just can’t sleep. I worry about stuff, I don’t know…”

You blamed his next actions on the fact that it was late at night (or early in the morning). You blamed it on the fact that he wasn’t thinking straight, that he was barely awake at all, probably dizzy with sleep. He couldn’t truly be aware of what he was doing when he gently pulled you closer, slowly wrapping his arm around your frame, giving you all the time you wanted to push him away and break free. His hold was gentle, and you could have easily moved out of his embrace, but why would you? Why would you break free when he smelled of soap and something undefinable that was so him, almost like citrus and oud but not quite? Why would you break free when you felt so safe and warm in his arms?

You blamed the gentle kiss he dropped on your forehead as a moment of madness in his tiredness.

“Sleep. It’s late.”

“Early, rather.”

You felt him smiling against your skin, lips brushing your temple.

“I love it when you do that.”

Yes, he was definitely not himself, was he high? Could someone be high on melatonin?

“Do what?” you prompted, although you immediately regretted your question.

“When you’re being a smartass.”

You pinched him gently, right under his ribs, making him giggle and squirm away from your touch. He was back against you in a second though, as if he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stay away…

“Sleep. Instead of pinching me…”

“I could if you were quiet.”

“Very well, I won’t say a thing now.”

But it was worse. Because talking to him brought at least a little bit of a distraction but now that silence had settled through the room again, you could do nothing but listen to the rhythmic pattern of his breathing, breathe in his scent, feel his warmth sip into your frame and his heartbeat against your palm…

“Y/N? You’re awake?”

You chose not to answer. After all, you were finally starting to doze off. You realized now that he was speaking after a long moment of silence, but time wasn’t quite right to you in that moment, lost in between consciousness and oblivion.

You heard him heaving a sigh, but your eyes remained closed and your frame motionless.

He let his fingers rest against your hair.

“You’re driving me mad, you know that?”

A breathy, quiet laugh that matched the whisper of his tone.

“No, probably not. Why would you? You don’t know how I feel about you…”

You stopped breathing, but he didn’t notice. Instead, he heaved another sigh.

“What on earth am I doing?”

He didn’t answer his own question. He merely shifted away, putting a little bit of distance and loosening his hold on you. It lasted but a moment, before he was back to square one, pressed against you.

“What are you doing to me?”

His breath on your temple was the last thing you knew before falling asleep.

Ben hated himself.

Which was unusual. He usually didn’t display a large ego, but he never hated himself either. Except for today. Today, he was absolutely horrified by his own behaviour.

What had happened in his head when he held you like this? Against him, in a bed, in the dark, in a hotel room?

No wonder why you could barely look at him this morning. Why you averted your eyes and barely uttered a word throughout breakfast. What else could you have done?

And it broke his heart to see you like this. To push him away, and to know now for certain that you would never want him to touch you like this, to hold you, to…

He focused on the road, but the silence in the car was too heavy to bear.

What if you hated him? What if he had broken your friendship…

“I’m sorry.”

You seemed surprised by his statement, turned to him with a mild frown on your brow.

“Why?”

“For last night. I’m sorry.”

“Last night?”

“For holding you. I didn’t think straight, it was… I’m sorry, it was inappropriate.”

You clenched your jaw, looked away again.

“It’s alright…”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.”

“It was out of line…”

“No, it was okay. We’re friends. We’ve hugged before.”

“I had never held you in my arms while we slept before.”

He noticed the trembling breath you took.

“No, I guess not…”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s fine.”

“I… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, or unsafe. You know it was nothing sexual…”

“Ben, of course I know. It’s okay.”

“Then why are you ignoring me since we woke up?”

Since the first lights of dawn pouring in the bedroom, since this first look, this first smile that quickly turned into an agape mouth, and a gentle push on his chest to break free…

“I just… It’s…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I was… It was okay. I liked it. The way you held me.”

Slowly, the information sipped through Ben’s brain; although he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

The traffic was dense, but not too slow. His fingers on the wheel tightened their hold.

“Okay.”

“I just… I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Now, you’re the one apologizing when you shouldn’t,” he joked, and you welcomed it with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

But Ben wasn’t buying it. There was more to it all than mere fatigue. He had seen you exhausted before, annoyed, angry… now, you seemed afraid.

“When I held you last night, I didn’t really think this through,” he admitted. “But it was nice.”

“Yeah… yeah, it was nice.”

“I won’t do it again though, if you don’t feel comfortable being touched like that.”

But when you turned to him, he could feel the intensity of your gaze burn a hole in his head.

“I don’t really get why you held me like this though. And why you kept on holding me in your sleep.”

He struggled to swallow, shrugging.

“I don’t know… I just… I just wanted to.”

“Do you… do you remember what you said?”

He froze, the cars before him becoming blurred. Slowly, he glanced over at you, before focusing on the road once more. He shifted in his seat, uneasy.

“What?”

“You said… you said something when you were holding me. What did you mean?”

“No… nothing. I was just… I don’t know.”

He bit the inside of his cheek.

“I just… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what now?”

“I… I didn’t think you could hear me. I thought you were asleep. Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“I don’t know… I was… I hoped you meant it in one way, and I was worried you didn’t.”

He frowned a little at that.

“What way were you hoping for?”

You took a deep breath, he heard it. When he glanced at you, you were visibly nervous.

“Not in a friendly way.”

Despite the road before you and the moving cars around you, Ben couldn’t help but stare at you for several seconds.

“Really?”

Slowly, you nodded.

“Yeah…”

“Like in a… romantic way?”

“Yeah.”

His heart was beating so fast by now, and he used every bit of restrain in his body to keep his eyes on the road.

“I didn’t mean it in a friendly way. I… I kind of like you. A lot.”

“Like like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Will you hate me from now on because of that?”

He was surprised when you chuckled.

“Actually, I’d rather ask you on a date.”

It was his time to laugh, louder than you though.

“Really?”

“Yeah… unless you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I do! I do want to go on a date.”

He was blushing profusely now, you noticed, and it made you smile. But then he laughed. Uncontrollably, in waves, and you frowned a little at the sight.

“This hotel room really was an abominable idea,” he laughed, and you finally joined him, although, soon enough, you were shrugging.

“I don’t know… perhaps it wasn’t that bad, after all.”

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#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes fic #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes oneshot #6k event #writing #fanfiction #fanfic

[jakes3resin]

For the ABO trope I'm such a sucker for courting hc/fics. What's your hc for how Gale courts Bucky? How long were they friends before Gale decides that "yes this is the one, this is the one I'm gonna marry and have babies with" then promptly have a tiny bit (massive) panic attack because how does one go about courting an omega like John Clarence Egan???

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I also love courting fics, so I've thought long and hard about this.

In regards to how and when Buck decides to court Bucky, I think it's Curt who kicks his ass into gear. Gale would never be able to make himself reach out like that to Bucky because Bucky is so perfect and has never seemed to want to settle down like that in Gale's eyes. Curt knows better. He says something along the lines of "If you don't do it soon, I'm gonna. And I'm gonna romance the shit out of him until he forgets your name." (Not that Bucky ever would forget about his Buck, but the threat is enough to have Gale actually scared to his boots.) (Also I hc Curt as an Omega, and Bucky isn't so waylaid by stereotypes about if Omegas can court each other, so if Curt tried, he may have actually accepted. Gale knows this. Gale fears this.)

Gale is an emotionally repressed kind of guy who needs his ass kicked into gear (please see the train scene where he doesn't confess his love and friendship to Bucky until he actually thinks they're both gonna die), and he turns into the world's biggest anxious mess now that he has decided to court Bucky. It keeps him up at night.

Buck starts to anonymously court Bucky when they're still in the US, before they're both Majors, but after flight school, I think. They've been friends a while, and Buck's been in love with Bucky nearly the whole time, I'd say.

He's still too unsure of himself to loudly declare himself, so he wants to quietly and softly court Bucky for now. He leaves a small bundle of flowers (baby's breathe and white carnations) on Bucky's bunk with a small unsigned letter asking permission to court him, which Bucky spends the whole day crowing about. Bucky stares at those flowers like they're the prettiest things in the world, showing them off to anyone who walks by. Curt jokingly snags a branch of baby's breath and tucks a few of the buds in Bucky's curls, which nearly sends Buck to his knees. Bucky starts to do that whenever he can, and boy does he look like a vision with pretty curls and pretty flowers. Buck leaves more flowers on his pillow, and Bucky wears them.

Gale has to write Marge for help because he's losing his mind, and if he asks Curt, Curt will say what he would do, which Gale can't handle because he's possessive and still scared Curt will make good on his threats. She says to just talk to Bucky, which Gale can't do because he's an idiot.

Buck starts to leave more letters for Bucky with more flowers and things that remind Gale of Bucky (a ribbon the same shade of blue as Bucky's eyes, a book about baseball, new laces for his boots because Bucky was complaining about them, things that show he cares and listens to Bucky). It's only once Bucky actually learns that he'll be heading to England first that Buck starts to ramp things up. It sends him into a bit of tailspin when he learns Bucky is going to be alone in England for weeks without him. Marge urges him to make his move, and Curt stares at him with a clear look of 'now or never idiot,' so he makes his move. He leaves a scented blanket on his bunk, as close as he can get to signing his name really.

Buck hides out waiting for Bucky to find the blanket and find him. He's actually scared Bucky will reject him, so he goes where he thinks no one will find him at the edge of one of the runways. But of course Bucky finds him, and Bucky tackles him in a hug, giddy and happy that the person he'd loved since they met was asking to court him.

"Took you long enough," Bucky breathes out just before he dips down and kisses Buck for the first time. Bucky hadn't had any clue about who was courting him, but he'd had one person he wanted it to be.

Just before Bucky leaves for England, Buck gives him a small silver ring with one sapphire and one turquoise stone inlaid (both stones are considered like wearing a piece of the sky which is just too poetic for me to handle). It's their birthstones, and it's the closest Buck can get to a mating mark until after the war. Bucky loops the ring onto his dog tags, and when he misses Buck, he presses the ring to his lips. (Not to make this angst, but when Bucky thinks Buck had gone down/died, he shakily pulls the ring off the chain and puts it on his finger. Wearing it is the closest he can get to Buck now, he thinks.)

Thank you for this ask!! I loved writing this, and my inbox is always open for anyone and everyone!

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #bucky egan #john egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #gosh i love these two idiots so much #bucky deserves to be softly courted and loved and buck is just the person to do that i think #curt is also the actual loml so i will always include him in everything #he and bucky would have made a cute couple too always all over each scenting and kissing #also literally everyone on base knew it was cleven courting bucky #they all would turn and share commiserating looks whenever bucky showed up with flowers in his curls and buck nearly keeled over from want

[kira-fluff]

mission impossible (because it's with you) haitani ran x fem!reader

prologue ch 1

a/n: had the worst day at work and decided this is what I needed in order to relax a little. if you're looking for more good ran fics, I suggest a visit to @zeltqz i love her writing!

tw: a lil steamy lol, riding/essentially a lap dance

Chapter 2: I Came Prepared...

your alarm rang, alerting you to your 3am mistake. why did you decide to do this anyway? was it worth it to disturb your slumber? yes.

the phone dialed, and you were thankful it didn't immediately go to voicemail. you'd rather die then seem like you listened to anything ran said. clearing your throat, you prepared to speak in the most Awake Voice you could muster.

it dialed for a while before you heard a small crackle, then a drowsy, rapsy, "what do ya want, doll. 'm tryna sleep." you smiled lazily, waving away the last traces of your sleepiness.

"just awake still. bored. thought i'd call."

there was a tsk on the other side of the phone.

"yer supposed 'ta be sleepin'," he said with a yawn. "why'ere ya awake anyway?" you noticed his voice tended to slur when he was asleep. it was kinda cute. it a gross kind of way, of course.

you were honestly a little surprised he hadn't hung up on you once you'd heard that sassy little sound he made. you decided to mess with him a little bit more, just to torture him a bit.

"just thinking about you." you said in a flirtatious tone.

there was silence on the other line, then the sound of him clearing his throat. ran pondered in his mind, was she just messing with him? or was she actually... his heart did a weird little fluttering thing. something he'd never felt with the numerous women he'd been with. he decided to play it cool.

"it's nothing ya haven't done before, princess." he teased.

you scoffed, "you wish. i image you've had many more gross thoughts about me than i even want to consider."

the funny thing is that you were right. sometimes he'd awake in a hot sweat and his sheets soaked with his ejaculate. he'd curse under his breath, whisper a quiet fuck, and clean up his mess. usually following those... dreams he wasn't able to fall back asleep. he'd come to work the next day feeling another weird feeling in his heart when he'd see you. he noticed embarrassingly that he'd crave your touch more than usual, chastising himself for acting like a lovesick fool. but he wasn't in love, he just thought you were hot. i mean, those curves and the slope of your tits. goddamn. not to mention your ass.

he shook his head, doing his best to clear his mind of his stupidly, unwelcome horny thoughts. he strangely missed the phrase you chose. many more gross thoughts. they were unwelcome, of course. it's definitely because he's just a little bit attractive (not by much though) and you haven't really gotten laid in a while.

there was a tired sigh across the phone.

"what'll it take for ya to get some sleep?" he said in a weary tone.

you smirked. "maybe a nice little please." you laughed inwardly. as if his prideful ass would do such a thing.

predictably, you heard a groan, "ya wish i was that easy, sweetheart. do i gotta say up all night talkin' ta ya or are ya gonna finally get some sleep? ya know-"

you hung up before he could finish his sentence, giggling evilly to yourself. sleep took you soon after.

you jumped awake. ok, maybe you were a huge dumbass. you glanced at your phone, seeing eight missed calls from ran as you bustled about, getting ready for the jet flight that would occur in thirty minutes.

your phone rang again.

as you were putting on a bra, you slid to "answer", putting the phone on speaker.

"where ya at, doll? 'm waitin' in my car outside yer place." you briefly wondered how he knew your address until the memories of last night floated back to you.

"running late," you said, "almost done putting on my shirt." a sigh from the phone. "'m tryna hurry, ran. just give me like 10 minutes."

"we gotta get to the tarmac in like thirty minutes."

"I know, ok! don't rush me!" you yelled across your room, slipping on some jeans, throwing your essentials into your bag, and carrying you suitcase, containing several expensive outfits, toiletries, and everything else you needed for travel. thank god you'd put curlers in your hair last night. you figured you could do your makeup in the car or on the jet. i mean, who cares if ran sees you sleep deprived and makeup-less. it's not like you're ugly without it anyway. you're a gorgeous, bad bitch who doesn't need the recognition of sweaty mouth-breathers anyway. you just look mildly dead because of your ever-present dark circles.

rushing out to his car with three minutes to spare, you missed the fact that he'd even picked you up. you were honestly planning on driving yourself, but especially because you were running late, you appreciated the ride. not that you'd thank him or anything. after all, you didn't ask for it, and you've been waiting for thank yous for a lot of things that you never got. now you're a smidge closer to being even.

sliding into the car, you were half expecting to hear some stupid remark like "well look who's finally here" but instead he sped off. the car was going too fast for you to do your makeup, you decided, but nonetheless you took the opportunity to check your hair in the mirror, fluffing it a bit.

you arrived at the tarmac much faster than you would've driving yourself, thanks to ran's speeding and skill in maneuvering the car. probably the only thing he's good at besides pissing you off.

sinking into your soft, expensive-looking seats, you sighed, at last feeling some semblance of peace. it didn't last long.

"told ya to go to sleep earlier."

"shut up, ran."

"surprised i woke up on time myself what with ya callin' me all needy last night."

you scoffed, "I wasn't needy. I literally just set my alarm for 3am just to piss you off."

there was a look of dumbfounded shock, as he if couldn't believe you'd do something just to irritate him. you were expecting him to get mad, not to smirk playfully, turning his head to the side and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. you frowned.

"what? why're you smiling?"

"nothin'." his smile only grew.

"you're such a pain in the ass."

"glad ya like me so much." he said. you could practically hear the little heart emoji after his phrase. ugh. why is he never phased by your insults? it seems like compliments get him more flustered than angry retorts. maybe you better up your game.

your turned to begin applying your makeup. you ignored the burning sensation of his gaze on you as you applied the last finishing touches with your red lipstick - firecracker.

"I'm gonna go change," you announced.

"into what?"

you smiled innocently, "one of my new outfits, of course. we'll be there soon."

you let out a little breath. "can't get used to you dressin' like this."

you narrowed your eyes. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothin'. why do ya take everythin' I say in the worst way?"

"because you always have the worst intentions behind every little remark."

he shook his head, ignoring you. he wasn't in the mood to get into an argument.

you pondered for a moment before coming up with a grand scheme. you wanted to up your game and throw him off.. and you thought of the perfect way. going to go change, you came back out in an outfit befitting of a stripper. it was essentially the bunny girl outfit, minus the ears and cuffs. heels, fishnets, and a tight fitting bodysuit - the whole package.

he raised his head in question. his eyes widened as he took in your outfit. sure, he'd already seen it in your hands at the store and knew it would be the death of him... but fuck, when you're wearing it, he can already feel himself flushing, his dick twitching in his pants.

you seductively sauntered over to him. he sucked in a breath. you smirked, mirroring an expression you'd seen too many times to count. he moved his legs, presumably to allow you to pass beside him, despite the fact that the jet provided ample space for you to get to your seat.

instead, you lifted your knee, placing each on the sides just past his thighs, straddling him in his chair. he swallowed.

"what- what... are ya doin', doll?"

you smirked even wider at his stuttering. "just practicing. gotta make sure I'm playing my role correctly, right?"

he was helpless to push you off. it was like his arms were lead, so heavily weighted he couldn't lift them from the arm rests of his chair. he sat ramrod straight, trying to keep his composure despite already sitting breathless like a fucking panting dog.

you moved your hips leaning your body against his, though not too close to make yourself uncomfortable. to be honest, you face was flushed as you knew this was so embarrassing... but it was worth it to see him shut up, completely at a loss for words.

"is this good? like... this?" you asked with twinkling eyes as you ran your manicured hands down his chest, eliciting a groan you could scarcely hear.

he let out a breathy, "..yes.. yeah," he cleared his throat, though it only came out more strained, "..like that.."

feeling a bit more confident at his encouragement, you imagined him as the pervy ryunnosuke, though it was gross to imagine, it was crucial you ensure you don't give away your disgust.

you took both of his wrists in your hands, placing his own on your waist. you leaned in closer, your mouth just below his ear, "am I a good girl, ryu?" you ask, blowing a little cold breath onto his neck, reveling in the little shiver give gives.

Ran cursed inside of his head. He could already feel the precum dripping from his cock, creating a wet patch in his black slacks. dammit, he was on cloud nine despite the fact he knew you weren't doing this for him.

"you're a good girl for daddy," he replied, deciding to live out his fantasies while you reciprocated. he briefly lifted his hand from your waist to run them through the strands of your hair.

you snapped your hips against his, your eyes widening as you felt his erection. I mean, he's a dude after all.. but you didn't know he could react that way... for you. in a strange and concerning way, you liked it. not really but kind of. jeez, you really needed to get laid. this felt weird now. you were being weird.

you returned to your seat, flustered as you both tried to catch your breath.

"h-how.. was that, ran...?"

he still was breathing heavily when he replied, "you.. you were so fuckin' sexy.."

both your thoughts were interrupted when the copilot came in.

"we've arrived."

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[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Febuwhump Day 9 -- Bees

Tw: allergic reaction, struggle to breath, medical whump (trach)

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Wild repeated the phrase over and over again to anyone who would listen. To Warrior, who initially yelled at him for his idiotic actions when he dragged Wind back into camp, panicking and stumbling, unable to take a full breath on his own. To Sky, who was sent over by Time to interview him to determine just what had happened, once Wind was stabilized by Warrior and Hyrule’s combined, frantic efforts. To Twilight now, who was trying to get him to uncross his arms so he could rub salve into his numerous welts.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Wild dragged the brim of his hood down over his face, hiding himself from Twilight’s gaze. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for him to get hurt!” he pleaded. “We were just restocking food! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! It was an accident! I didn’t know that he’d do that!”

Nearby, Wind wheezed and wheezed where he sat by the extinguished campfire, fat tears spilling over his puffy lips. His throat and tongue had swollen to the point he couldn’t draw a single breath, nevermind drink a potion—the tube, fashioned from a hollowed-out river reed, that Warrior had driven with brutal efficiency into the base of his neck whistled with each labored inhale and exhale. The rest of the heroes hovered around him, holding his hands and petting his hair as he curled over himself, seemingly unaware of his surroundings as he struggled to breathe through a literal straw.

“You couldn’t've known that he was allergic,” Twilight said softly. “He didn’t know himself. It ain't neither of your fault.”

Wind had been delighted to be invited to accompany Wild on a scouting trip to replenish their dwindling food supplies. They’d spent the morning and the better part of the afternoon scavenging for mushrooms and fruits and herbs in the forests around where the Chain had set up camp for the day, with Wild pointing out each and informing Wind of the healing properties or their use in different meals that he’d like to try. And then they stumbled upon the beehive.

The hive itself hung off of a sturdy branch next to a fast-flowing river, positioned behind the abandoned cabin out by Hateno Fort. Golden honey dripped from its exposed comb, shining deliciously in the light of the afternoon sun; bees buzzed around the clearing, drifting lazily from flower to flower and poking curiously at Wind and Wild’s faces and hands as they came to stand underneath it. Wind tracked the insects with marked interest, though he stayed still at Wild’s warning of their stingers.

“What’s all that yellow stuff hanging from their… house?”

“Honey?” Wild had answered from where he crouched in the tall grass, readying himself a torch and a length of clean fabric with which to catch the honeycomb itself without getting his fingers stung. “You’ve had honey before, haven’t you?”

“Nope.” Wind shook his head, sending the bee that had landed on the tip of his ear into a stuttering flight around him before it found another perch in his curly hair. “Never even seen a bee before this adventure.”

“Well, you’re going to try some today,” Wild said. He lit his torch and held it aloft. “Go back to camp, and I’ll meet you there. They may seem docile now, but they’ll swarm as soon as I pull their hive down, and I don’t want you getting attacked.”

“What? No, I wanna see!” Wind protested in a whine. “We’ve just been foraging all day, this sounds actually cool! What are you gonna do, knock 'em down and grab the honey, you called it?”

Wild found that Wind’s puppy eyes were impossible to resist when they were turned upon him. Besides, if Wind thought it was cool … “Fine, you can watch,” Wild grumbled, secretly pleased with the audience. “Just get back, as far back as you can. And when I yell for you to run, you run, you hear? They won’t follow far, but I don’t want you getting stung. Their stings don't really hurt, but they are annoying.”

Wind retreated to the edge of the clearing, bouncing with excitement. Once he was safely out of range of any immediate retaliatory stings, Wild swung at the beehive with his torch and knocked it to the ground. There it cracked open, spilling out golden honey and a dark, writhing blanket of agitated insects crawling over the surface of the exposed honeycomb. In one swift motion, Wild dove for the broken hive, wrapped it up in his swath of fabric and secured it with a twist before its inhabitants could take flight, and hightailed it out of there as the sound of angry buzzing filled his ears, shrieking at Wind to “RUN!”

They both shot off, with Wild sprinting towards the abandoned cabin and Wind fleeing back in the direction of camp. But Wild had only made it a few paces before he was drawn up short by Wind’s surprised yelp, followed by the soft thud of him hitting the ground. “Wild! Help!”

Wild spun around, his breath catching when he realized that Wind had tripped over some unseen root on the ground and fallen. Wind scrambled to get up, swatting at the first of the bees that buzzed around his face, but tripped over his own feet in his haste and landed back on the forest floor. 

Wild abandoned his bounty and turned on his heel, thrusting his torch forwards as he doubled back, towards the building swarm of angry bees. 

“I’m coming, Wind! Get up! Run!”  

Bees stung Wild’s exposed face and arms as he dove through the swarm to get to Wind, but he didn’t pay them any mind. Once there, Wild yanked him up, throwing his cloak over him as he dragged him into a sprint away from the growing swarm. They were nearly back to camp before the sound of angry buzzing faded behind them, and once it was gone, they both doubled over themselves, panting and laughing delightedly to themselves over their little escapade.

“I told you to run!” Wild gasped out. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry, I… I fell!” Wind got out between wheezing laughs.  “It’s not like… not like I meant to!” 

“Did any of them get you?” Wild had asked, scrunching his face up in displeasure as he surveyed the little puckered marks rising all up and down his arms. More made themselves known in little bright sparks of pain all over his body—above his left eyebrow, at the nape of his neck, down the back of his shirt. “I had to drop the hive, we’ll need to go back for it.”

“Yeah… yeah just… just one, I think.” Wind poked at a mark on his wrist, then hissed through his teeth, shaking out his hand. “You said that they don’t really hurt! This… this hurts!”  

“Oh please, it’s just a little bee sting. I got stung all over coming back for your sorry self.” Wild straightened with a roll of his eyes. He pulled his cloak away from Wind, slinging it back over his own shoulders. “Let me see.”

And Wild blanched to see the white, swollen lump on Wind’s wrist, already larger in circumference than two or three rupees lined up end to end. Its edge grew rapidly before Wild’s eyes.

“What?” Wind asked, peering up into Wild’s eyes with worry. He pulled his wrist away, clutching it to his chest. “Is that… that not normal?”

Wild schooled his shocked features back into something more neutral. “Probably. You’re fine.” He took Wind’s hand in his own, pulling him after him, towards camp. “Let’s get back to camp.”

Wind stumbled after him. “But I thought… I thought that we were… were going back for… for the honey?” Despite having stopped running minutes ago, his breath only grew more labored. He tried to jerk his arm away, but Wild only redoubled his grip. Wild couldn’t help but notice that he’d turned clammy. “Wild… Wild stop for a second, I… I’m not feeling so good all of the sudden…” He raised a hand to his throat. “I can’t—I can’t—”

“C’mon,” Wild said firmly. “We’re getting you to the others. I’ll get it later.”

Wild was nearly carrying him by the time they made it back to the other heroes. They spilled into camp, and Wind was whisked away from Wild at the first glance. Even now Wild stared after him, guilt eating him alive. He should have told Wind to leave, because there had always been a risk that he got stung. He should have known, when Wind said he’d never even seen a bee before, that he could have some allergy just lurking underneath the skin, waiting to be discovered with a singular sting. He should have anticipated that he would have been more unsteady on the uneven ground, coming from a background that consisted both of a flat island and the rocking sea. He shouldn’t have hesitated when he saw the swelling on his hand, wasting precious seconds that could have saved his skin, if they’d gotten a potion down his closing throat fast enough. He should have, should have, should have, should have….

“Wild, listen to me.” Twilight’s hand jostled his shoulder. “It’s not your fault. He’ll be alright, Hyrule said that his swelling is already going down.”

Wild shook his head, dragging his hood down lower over his head. What if he didn’t get better? What if the swelling didn’t go down, and the straw he was breathing through failed, and he suffocated because of Wild? What if—

“Wild!” Warrior snapped from across the clearing. His glare was deadly to meet—he, out of all of the heroes, had been the most upset over Wind’s current state. Still ringing in Wild’s ears was his shout from hours ago of what kind of idiots go around and intentionally knock down beehives! “Wind wants to say something to you, apparently.”

Wild’s eyes slid over to Wind guiltily. He truly looked awful—his face flushed, lips and even his eyelids bulging, that cursed straw in his neck weeping blood at the edges. Nevertheless, there was a spark of mischief in his eyes as he swatted Warrior away and pushed himself up face Wild. ‘Do I still get to try the honey?’ Wind signed, his movements shaky. ‘Did you go back and get it?’

Wild laughed a little, incredulous. ‘Not yet. I will. If you still want it.’

‘I do.’ Wind gave a thumbs up and a grin, a hurt looking thing with his swollen lips, and closed his eyes as he leaned back against Warrior’s shoulder. ‘Worth it, then.’ 

Warrior frowned in disapproval, as did every other hero in sight of his hands. Wild collapsed into a fit of giggles, then, swiping at his teary eyes. Yeah. He’d be all right.

Read this on ao3! HCH Febuwhump Day 9 -- Bees

Or check out the whole series here! HotCheetoHatred's Febuwhump 2024

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[suchawrathfullamb]

Darling Machine - Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

The marble floor was freezing against his feet, despite the scorching heat outside that had him shaking. Will went to the sink, dunked his head, and let water run through his fingers like he had nowhere else to be. Which was very much not the case.

Letting out a resigned sigh, he checked himself out in the gold-framed mirror. Good enough. Nervously tapping his fingers on the sink, he tried to slow his breath, hoping to calm the pounding in his chest.

"It's fine. Everything is fine. I'm gonna be fine," he muttered, sounding more like a lunatic than someone consoling themselves. Three knocks on the door made his heart skip a beat. "It's time," some lady's voice said from outside. Another sigh, and he walked out into the fancy hotel suite.

A pile of clothes waited on the king-size bed, so he changed his shirt for the third time – the last one soaked in sweat. Buttoning up, he sprayed on something-something "Black Orchid" from the dresser and chugged his fourth water bottle in under thirty minutes.

Another knock, but this time the door swung open by itself, revealing a short brunette who barged in. "Number 34, let's go," she said, waving him along.

"Sorry, I'm—"

She shot him a quick look, sighed, and walked into the suite. "It's fine, just take these," she said, handing him a pill.

He eyed it suspiciously. "Just a light sedative," she reassured. "Everyone takes it. It's fine, just hurry up."

Dry-swallowing the pill, he followed her, shoving on his shoes as he walked out of the room.

The lady led the way, and Will trailed behind, surrounded by a mix of arrogant and fearful glances from the other contestants. He avoided direct eye contact, hoping the sedative would kick in soon.

They walked through a grand, golden elevator, went down a flight of marble stairs, and navigated a seemingly endless corridor before entering a colossal audience room. The mostly empty seats had a few people bustling around, observing as Will and the others made their way onto the stage.

Instinctively, he dodged as a tiny hand touched his face. A petite, red-haired woman stood in front of him, fussing over his hair. "Relax, just hair and makeup," she announced. He nodded, turning his gaze back to the audience below, where judgmental eyes scrutinized him.

Old. Disgusting.

His heart threatened to start pounding again, but the pill was working its magic, gradually calming him down. Despite the sweaty palms and weak legs, the massive, scorching light above him didn't help. Surveying the room, everyone looked good, polished. He felt like a complete mess. Maybe he was self-sabotaging on purpose? Yeah, perhaps. And maybe it was for the best; he didn't want this anyway. Before his mind could continue its internal debate, a voice boomed through a microphone.

"We're ready," Will glanced around and spotted a guy on a podium.

They started pouring in, filling the room and taking their seats. Oh god, oh god, this was really happening.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. I am your host, Jack Crawford, and I'll be guiding this fun journey we have ahead of us. Please grab your credentials, take your seats and… Welcome to Darling Machine,” Jack shouted, all pumped up and waving his arms towards the big, block letters in neon, above the stage where “Darling Machine” flickered. A loud song blasted through the speakers, practically bursting Will's eardrums.

“Let's begin, shall we?” Jack announced, but Will realized he missed a chunk of the introduction, barely had time to prepare, and it was already kicking off. He cleared his throat and straightened his back.

“Number one, please, come up,” Jack called, holding out a hand as some dark-haired dude strutted up the podium, under the harsh spotlight.

“Number one is thirty-two years old, a native English speaker, an Aquarius, and a dancer,” Jack chuckled. "A dancer? Very nice, very nice, number one."

They went on about useless details, everyone clapping, a few hands raised. “Very well, number one, you may go this way,” Jack informed, leading Number One off the stage. Will watched as the same brunette lady from earlier directed him to a room with the people who raised their hands.

They moved on to Number Two, Three, Four, Five… Number Six left crying because no hands were raised. Will's heart sank at the thought of that humiliation. He zoned out through Numbers Seven to Thirty-Three and snapped back when he realized he was next in line.

“Number Thirty-Four. Please, come up,” Jack held out a hand, and Will took it carefully.

Squinting at the blinding spotlight, Will barely caught Jack announcing his information. “Native English speaker, twenty-eight years old, athletic, an Aries, uh, fiery,” Jack teased, but Will couldn’t even force a smile. His ears blocked out the rest as he scanned the seats, thinking, who’s the least terrible one? As he was jolted back to reality, he saw a surge of hands. Surprised, he was led off the stage.

“This way,” the brunette said, guiding him.

He entered a wooden room with a big table, like a meeting room. Automatically moving to sit after standing on stage for a while, the lady took him by the elbow.

“No, no,” she said, dragging him. “You stand here, just a minute,” and she placed him at the center of the room, on the edge of the big table.

He waited a few minutes, people filing in, straightening himself up. He glanced at them but quickly turned his eyes to avoid direct contact. There were a lot of them, all taking seats while scrutinizing him. His hands got sweaty, heart raced, trying to catch a breath. He sighed deeply, swallowing hard.

“Shall we begin?” some other guy asked, standing next to him. “Alright, Mrs. DuMarier, please.”

Will's eyes darted up to quickly inspect who this was. A tall, blonde woman, probably in her forties, raised a whiteboard with “$100k” written in sharpie on it.

“We’re starting at a hundred thousand. Yes, Mr. Brown?” the guy directed his question to a dark-haired guy, couldn’t be more than thirty-something. Mr. Brown had “$400k” on his board.

“Four hundred, excellent. Yes, Miss Verger?” a very pretty and small woman, probably around Will’s age. She went for $700k.

Will tried to distract himself by studying the faces around the table. He was already feeling what he was told he would feel: dull, void. Blocking out emotions so you don’t feel the dread.

They spent a while raising boards, already past two million dollars. The guy leading the whole thing left the room and came back with a bunch of people, all standing at the door, looking curious.

“New record, impressive,” he heard someone say. Will didn’t know what to feel, what to think. Again, he was starting to understand why they all became so empty and dead-eyed.

As he looked at the people around the door, he spotted a guy leaning by the door. Tall, wearing a sleek navy and tailored suit that made his biceps pop out. Strangely attractive face, sharp and bold, pursed lips, eyes calm and squinting at him with a slightly tilted head. He averted his gaze when he realized he’d been staring probably open-mouthed.

At that point, they were reaching the five million mark, and suddenly his heart sank as they stopped raising boards. Who won? Oh my god, who won? Will's head nervously searched the room and regained focus as a man, looking slightly older than him, raised from his seat.

“Mr. Tobias Budge, congratulations… You have our most valued darling,” the guy announced.

Will felt a cold wave coursing through his whole body as Tobias Budge approached him, with a sinister satisfied look on his face. His arms were starting to raise to touch Will, and Will imagined his face didn’t betray the nauseating feeling he had inside. But before the man could touch him, a strong voice came up:

“I want him.”

Will immediately searched and found: the door guy. Oh god.

“Sorry, Tobias. May I?” the man said, reaching for Will’s card.

“You can’t just take him because you’re producing,” Tobias said, slightly annoyed.

“I’m not taking. I’ll raise whatever number you have,” the man said plainly.

Will just kept staring back and forth, as did the rest of the room.

“Well, it’s settled, then?” the other guy asked, looking at both. Tobias nodded, annoyed, as the other man nodded, signing his name on Will’s card.

“Congratulations, Mr. Lecter,” he said, and the whole room applauded with a seemingly jealous attitude, while some exchanged sly glances, laughing.

Will wanted to run fast and throw himself out of that window on the other side of the room. Should I invest time in this fic?

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[dreamyautumns]

In most G/t scenarios, Riddle is either a tiny or he is just regular size.

And i think giant Riddle is very underrated, like, give my poor boy a taste of what is like to be the bigger one, he deserves it 🥺

So could i request a scenario where Riddle accidentaly eats something like a 'eat me' cake right before an unbirthday party that he invited yuu to.

And when yuu arrives the first thing he sees is a giant Riddle reaching the ceiling of the dorm.

Please and thank you. i just love my boy Riddle with all my heart ❤️

Yeah of course! Requested by Anon! Giant Riddle, in which you find out about a giant problem that happened just before an unbirthday party🌹

“What… is happening?!”

“Y/N!! GRIM!!”

“WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?!”

You looked up the hall at the sound of someone calling your name. It was Ace and Deuce, and they were running down to meet you. The pair of freshmen stopped short just before you as you held Grim in your arms.

“Ace? Deuce? What’s the matter?”

“We have a HUGE problem on our hands… literally!” Deuce shouted.

“Some asshole decided it’d be fun to switch the Dorm Leader’s cake slice for the opening of the Unbirthday Party… and you gotta come take a look at this!” Ace yelled.

You and Grim exchanged glances before running after the duo as they raced outside again. A dark shadow had fallen over the entire Heartslabyul dormitory, with several students looking up at something. You stopped just before the duo and looked around.

“What’s going on? What’s with that shadow?” you asked

“Fnya?! That shadow isn’t from a cloud! L-look up, Y/N!” Grim shouted, curling his tail close to you. You followed his gaze upwards, and as soon as you realized what it was, you let out a loud gasp of fear and shock.

The shadow belonged to a giant figure… not just any giant figure, though. This was the figure… of Riddle Rosehearts. And he had been turned into a terrifying, towering, terrifying giant!

~

You had to rub your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Was that really Riddle Rosehearts? Had he been transformed?

“W-what’s going on?!” you questioned, bewildered.

Trey and Cater stood near Riddle’s foot as the House Warden looked down, his dark blue gaze tracking across the students frantically. He set his hand down on the grass, sending out a slight shockwave.

“W-what’s happening to me?! Why am I gigantic?! I’ve turned into a monster!” Riddle shouted, his voice ringing out across the dorm. You had to cover your ears from the volume of his voice.

“Riddle, calm down!” Trey shouted. “If you keep yelling, you’ll blow out everyone’s eardrums!”

"Y-yeah! And I would very much like to keep my hearing!" Cater yelled up.

Riddle places a hand on the dorm's roof to stabilize himself, cracking it in the process. He reels back, afraid of his new strength, and accidentally crushes a table beneath his heal. Riddle lets out a yelp and pulls back, confused and afraid.

"He's gonna crush the whole dorm at this rate!" Grim yowls, folding his ears shut. You decide it'd be best to try and calm the now giant House Warden down before anymore damage can be done. You look in the windows and see a flight of stairs leading to the roof.

"I'll be back!" you shout. You shove Grim into Deuce's arms and enter the dorm, running.

"PREFECT!" Ace shouts, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"It's not safe!!" Deuce advises too little too late. The door slams behind you as you race against time to find a way to calm down this problem.

~~~

You get to the roof of the dorm, only to see Riddle standing with his back facing to you. He seems to be panicking even more than when he was before you noticed him. You gently approach him as to not startle him and clear your throat.

"RIDDLE! DOWN HERE!"

Riddle instantly whirls around, the force of his motion knocking you backwards. He steps back and looks down at you in worry.

"Y/N! Be careful; I cannot control my strength, it seems!"

"Riddle, you need to calm down!" you call up, sputtering dust. "Being scared is only gonna make it worse!"

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?!" Riddle thunders, his voice nearly shattering your eardrums. You cover the sides of your head and approach him again.

"It's gonna be ok! I'm sure that the effects of the cake are only temporary!" you reassured him. Riddle glances down in your direction and stops, his breathing slowing down a bit.

"I-I... do not know... am I truly going to be ok? I'm a gigantic monster! They will lock me up and put me in confinement!" Riddle states loudly.

"That only happens in movies! This is temporary! You just need to stop moving so you don't destroy anything anymore!" you shout. Riddle seems to heed your advice and slowly stops himself from moving around.

"O-ok... now what do I do?" he asks.

"Bend down so I can see you, ok? And be careful for any students around you."

Riddle nods and begins to lower himself to your level. Once his head is just above the roof of the dorm, you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ok, good... very good! Now, tell me what happened so we can get to the bottom of this."

Riddle looks down. "I was preparing for the Unbirthday Party, when I had spotted a little treat in place of my usual. I had first assumed it was from Trey, but it did not come with a little handwritten note like he usually writes. I thought he had simply forgotten, but when I went to eat the cake, I had suddenly shot out of the trees and into the air! And then I had looked down, and I was a gigantic monster!" Riddle seems incredibly distraught, as he looks at his hands.

"Hey! Calm down, ok? Calm..." you tell him. Riddle nods and sighs, nearly blowing you backwards. He then leans closer to you and stares you in the eye.

"You... are very skilled at calming those around you, Y/N."

You smile at the House Warden, who looks down at you with a calm gaze. You seem to have satiated his fear, for now. All that was left to do was to find the culprit of this “prank” and get the Unbirthday Party back on track.

“Riddle, did you happen to see if someone was around you? Or maybe someone was watching you?”

Riddle shakes his head. “Not at all. Do you intend to capture this perpetrator?”

You nod affirmatively. “I do. And I’m gonna need Ace and Deuce’s help.”

Riddle nods and turns to the chatting group of students. He clears his throat and stands up. “ACE TRAPPOLA! DEUCE SPADE!”

The ground rumbles with the sheer volume of his voice. The freshmen instantly stop talking and stand with their arms at their sides.

“Y-yes, House Warden!” they stammer. Riddle bends down and plucks them both up in one hand each. He holds them by the backs of their shirts and shifts his gaze between them.

“You two are going to help Y/N find out whoever did this to me. That is not a request; that’s an order. Am I clear?” Riddle instructs them.

“Crystal!” Ace shouts, flailing his arms. Deuce grabs onto Riddle’s finger and looks down.

“H-House Warden! Put us down! Please!” Deuce yells. Riddle smirks and sets them down on the roof. He then folds his arms and smugly assesses the trio.

“Where is Grim?”

“He’s down here!” Cater calls. He rubs Grim’s head and nuzzles the cat. Trey rolls his eyes and looks up.

“You sure you’re up for this?!” He calls to you.

“I’ll do my best!!” You yell back. You then turn to Ace and Deuce, then back at Riddle.

“Don’t worry. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Let’s go, Ace! Deuce!”

Ace reluctantly follows behind while Deuce eagerly catches up with you to help. Riddle folds his arms and looks down at the other students.

“Well? Don’t just stand there; start cleaning the venue! If this “prank” wears off in due time, I shall allow whomever I see contribute the most to have the biggest slice of tart, as well as having no rose painting duties for two weeks.”

The students begin to busy themselves. Riddle smirks again and looks down.

“It feels sort of nice to be this big… I have regained my confidence, thanks to Y/N. I just hope this situation will blow over soon…”

#g/t writing #g/t #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland g/t #riddle rosehearts

[mothdruid]

Abby, I’m back with another drabble idea! “they’re gonna catch us—” from the smut prompts with Bob?

Congratulations and happy birthday again! 🥰😘

hehe, here you are taylor

this is 18+, mdni.

Bob looked back down the hallway, trying to not focus on you too much. But how could he not? Your lips were like fire against his skin, finding the sensitive spot below his ear. His hands tightened on the material of your flight suit, head tilting back lightly. He wished that you two were at his place, not on base. 

It wasn’t like the two of you were a secret. Well, you had been until about three weeks ago when Fanboy walked in on a quick make out session in a hallway you thought was clear. The two of you knew you couldn’t keep it hidden for long, but had hoped that it’d be your own terms when it came out. 

“They’re gonna catch us– again.” Bob whimpered, accepting a kiss from you. 

When you pulled away from him you looked down the hallway. You needed to taste him immediately. It wasn’t that you two hadn’t been able to see each other, training for the current mission was just becoming more stressful. And what better way to blow off stress than pleasing your adorable boyfriend. You gripped his wrist and pulled him further down the hallway. 

You eventually came upon a bathroom. One that had a lock. You pushed Bob in there, making sure to check the hallway one last time to make sure no one saw the two of you. Once you had the door shut and locked you pushed him against the wall. This time Bob started to reciprocate, knowing the two of you were safe for the time being. The worst was that the team might wonder where you two went. 

After a few kisses you moved to the zipper of his flight suit. Bob kept his lips attached to yours, helping your hand guide the zipper down. He shucked off the sleeves, moving to take his undershirt off. He was confused when you stopped him, shaking your head no and grabbing his hands. 

“I just wanna taste you.” 

A shiver ran down his spine at your words. You blew him regularly, almost every time you fucked if he was being honest. But this was different. You getting on your knees for him in your flight suit was something he had dreams about. 

As soon as he gave the okay you were on your knees, pulling him out of his boxers. A groan fell from him when your fingers wrapped around him, pumping his length. One of his hands shot up to his mouth when you took the head into your mouth. You looked up, mouth still on him, to see his glasses slightly askew. You moaned around him from his appearance, taking him deeper. 

His free hand moved to the crown of your head, resting as he looked down at you. He still had his hand covering his mouth, not wanting to be loud enough to alert anyone of your activities. But it was hard. Seeing your lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deeper and deeper. When you deepthroated him, he lost it. His hand gripped the hair on the crown of your head, hips slowly thrusting forward. Bob knew that he should ask if this was okay, but he just couldn’t find his voice to speak. The only thing coming from him were pathetic needy noises. 

You knew he was close when you felt his cock twitch. His shallow thrusts into your mouth became a little messy too. You looked at him, meeting those bright blue orbs. They were telling you he was closer, closer than you initially thought. You tapped his thigh twice, your signal that it was okay when he face fucked you. 

Bob dropped his head back when he came down your throat. He kept you nestled against his pelvic bone when he came. You barely tasted it; he was so far in your throat. You could feel his cum warming you from your esophagus though. God, did you wish you had more time right now. 

When you pulled off of him you gasped, taking in large and deep breaths of air. Bob tucked himself into his underwear, zipping his suit back up. He started apologizing profusely, talking about how he was out of line without asking you if that was okay. He helped you to your feet, shocked when you smashed your lips into his. 

“You should do that more often.”

#moth talk #moths party #abby answers #wkndwlff #/taylor #bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd smut #robert floyd smut #bob floyd drabble

[sasukimimochi]

i really wanted to post some of my concept art for my hellscape but i didn't really want to do so without doing some changes? i did this one back in 2020 but of course i added in wwx and made some changes to fit the au a bit more [like the bogland pools]. This is essentially a gate to earth from within hell!

i also wrote something for a scene like this with wwx and lwj going through one of these portals a while ago...i actually forgot i wrote it! so i will be adding it beneath the cut :]!

drawn in clipstudio.

Enjoy the writing snippet! :D Please listen to this song while you read, it's basically my theme for this world and i love it to death. i suggest skipping to 4:50 and then beginning to read for optimum experience, but you should definitely listen to the full song it's so good.

This isn't the same portal as in the art, there are multiple "gates".

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“Let me lead you into the darkness.” Wei Wuxian teased as he stepped through the maw of the portal, light dancing across their form like fireworks caught in a windstorm. It wasn’t what the angel expected the gates of hell to look like- well, this wasn’t really a gate, was it?

Soon, the angel followed, lips pursed and squinting his eyes in an effort to not get blinded by the flying colors of light. What he hadn’t expected was a sudden drop, but he was relieved knowing he hadn’t walked off the edge. He lifted his head, eyes slowly widening at the sight within.

Past the dancing hues of forget-me-nots and amethyst was a far stretch of land, glows and structures hidden behind plumes of misty magic, almost like smoke but more like a fog. What he could see were the spires and magic crystals extending from the cliff side, a heated wind that tossed his hair about behind him, flowers coated in flames and large pillars in the distance.

Wei Wuxian smirked and grabbed Lan Wangji’s hand, causing him to startle. “Well, don’t just stand there.” He then pulled the other off the cliff with him, wings unfurling in a smooth motion and blanketing the sky with their sheer size.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji cried, having to twist his body so that he could properly extend his wings. When he caught the current his eyes properly opened again, taking a deep breath and sparing the other a glance. Wei Wuxian was gonna get him maimed on accident one of these days. Despite this, his heart was thrumming with excitement.

Wei Wuxian laughed, tucking his wings in and plummeting into the wind stream, hair billowing behind him wildly as he guided them into the best clearing for a proper flight. The flames that sat between his horns roared to life, leaving a tail of flames in his wake in a breathtaking sight.

Billowing flames made way for their wings as they flew, the angel careful to glide near or above the demon to avoid possible burns, but soon found out they were actually not scalding at all. He held out his hand, the colors reflecting on his eyes brilliantly as they swam past his fingers. Little fractals and sparks of light fell over his hand and wing, dancing and swirling in the air in such an ethereal way.

This…this place was hell?

His eyes shifted ahead, watching as birds glistening with flames fell into glide beside them, the flames wisping off their forms as if they would fizzle out and disappear. Their cries were long and haunting, but in a way, it was also quite beautiful, as were most creatures- but he hadn’t expected that here. Along the ground creatures would dart on their fours to capture prey, climbing rocks or trees coated in ice or fire- this was when he found out those pillars he’d seen were pillars of ice connected to those trees, frosted towards the top and glistening like crystals the closer to the ground they were.

Wei Wuxian whistled to get Lan Wangji’s attention, smiling and dipping below the lines of flames. The angel was worried, unsure if whether to follow, but eventually he took a deep breath and allowed the flames to engulf him.

What they’d flown into was a humongous tunnel of fire, leaves, and flowers- the flames nearly sentient in their movements, weaving around their bodies like snakes or waves.

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Unfortunately that's it for what i have written of this snip so far, god i love writing about my hellscape its so fun!

See more art/info of COI and my other projects in my MDZS masterpost! ❤

#i've been wanting to show this off and i just forgot it existed like a goon #mdzs #mo dao zu shi fanart #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lwj #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei ying #wei wuxian #demon wwx #angel lwj #angel #demon #COI #Clash of Immortals #wangxian #wangxian cuddles #angel lan wangji #angel lan zhan #demon wei ying #demon wei wuxian #mdzs fanart #wwx fanart #mdzs fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #concept art

[lenafromthenordiccoven]

Finally working on that Bob x afab!reader x Hangman thingyyy and, uh, reader’s gonna be a bit of menace. Oops. Nevertheless: got a snippet! Let me know what you think :D

The moment you stepped over the threshold of the Hard Deck, you felt his eyes on you. The noise of the other patrons hit you, as soon as you entered the bar, but you didn’t mind the anonymity that came with it – this time, at least. It didn’t take you long to find him in the crowd, sitting at the back of the bar in a corner surrounded by what you assumed were his new squad mates. Bob was staring shamelessly at you, and even from across the room you could see the surprise on his face.

You smiled to yourself. Originally, the plan had been for you to arrive to California on Sunday. But you’d managed to book an earlier flight without telling Bob, wanting to surprise him – and, admittedly, get to spend a little more time with him. The surprise seemed to have worked, if you were to judge the way his eyebrows shot up as he watched you walk over to the bar.

Although you wanted nothing more than to run straight to him and throw your arms around him, you decided to draw out the greeting a bit. You weren’t sure how much Bob had told his coworkers and new friends about you. He’d hardly been able to tell you anything about the last detachment that had taken him back to Top Gun, and probably into more danger than he’d wanted to admit to you. Now, he was set on staying in California for the foreseeable future, had even bought a house.

You finally reached the bar and were greeted by an older woman and a warm smile. “Hi, what can I get ya?”

“Can I get a Whiskey and Ginger Ale?” you asked. The woman nodded and you thanked her, paid for your drink and then turned back to face the rest of the bar while you waited for your drink. Again, your eyes landed on Bob, who still hadn’t let you out of his sight, and you were reminded of the first time you had met.

Dicky, a friend of yours and pilot for the Royal Air Force, had invited you to join him at an air show in Austria – a rare occasion, since Dicky usually didn’t go to these. Just like now, you’d been standing at a bar and Bob had been staring at you from afar. That was until Dicky had introduced you two.  

‘It’s not often I meet a US naval aviator at these things. What, is there another war brewing in Europe that you need to save us from?’ you’d joked and had relished in the way Bob’s face had turned an embarrassed shade of crimson, before you’d apologized for the joke.

‘Oh no, no. Please, don’t apologize for that. It’s just... Don’t usually get called out like that,’ he’d replied. And the rest was history. You’d asked him out that same night and you’d developed a long-distance relationship that you had never thought, you’d agree to.

Somebody clearing their throat next to you pulled you from your memory. You turned your head and were met by a thousand-watt-smile in a handsome face. Green eyes were looking down at you. “Haven’t seen you here before, sweetheart. You’re not Navy are ya, I would have remembered a pretty face like yours.” The Texan drawl sent a shiver down your spine, while the blond man’s words made you roll your eyes.

“Let me guess,” you said and looked him up and down for a second, “you’re an aviator. Pilot by that grin. And you’re lonely, otherwise you wouldn’t be standing here and flirting with me? But you’re right, I’m not Navy and I’m not from here, either.”

The grin faltered for a second, before he turned up the wattage. “I like a woman with sharp eyes. And a brain. I’m Hangman.” He extended a hand towards you, and you took it, despite yourself. While you had to admit, he wasn’t bad looking, you weren’t interested in flirting with another cocky pilot. You got enough overblown male egos to deal with at home.

Still, you decided to play nice. “Y/N,” you replied. Then you took your drink and pushed away from the bar. “Just gotta say, uh, Hangnail: I’ve got a boyfriend. So, while this was … admittedly weird, I’m not interested in flirting with you. And I’m going to go find my boyfriend now, thank you very much.”

The grin turned into a smaller smile, but it didn’t lessen the sparkle in Hangman’s eyes. If anything, you felt like you’d just given him a challenge and he’d jumped at it. “It’s Hangman, sweetheart,” he corrected you, but didn’t step closer to you. A point for him.

“Whatever. I like Hangnail better; you can hang your big ego up on that callsign of yours.” You turned and finally made your way over to Bob, who’d watched the whole exchange quietly.

#robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #robert bob floyd x reader x jake hangman seresin #this is only temporary - snippet #sophie writes #top gun maverick fanfiction