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mera-mera-simp · 8 months

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OP Character's Love Languages

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Ussop, Ace and Law

Content Warning: fluff. Some angst (Sanji, Ace and Law)

Pt. 2

Luffy:

Absolutely physical touch. There is no debate on this.

He can and will cling to you with no hesitation. Man doesn't know personal space<3

But you and most of the Strawhats don't mind it. It's sweet.

Though you do have to gently remind him sometimes that not everybody he knows likes it when he does that</3

Definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy too.

This one isn't as often but he loves making you smile.

Constantly telling you how funny you are and how much he loves you. He is a sweet baby even if he's a menace sometimes<3

Sometimes, you'll get a combo of the two. He'll wrap his arms around a multitude of times and tell you all kinds of sweet things just to see you smile.

Gift. Giving.

Please give this sweet baby gifts it will make his eyes light up like stars and he'll treasure it forever.

You could get him the silliest thing and he'll be so happy. You'll have his stretchy arms wrapped around you and multiple kisses on your face while he's yelling 'thank you' multiple times within an instant.

Zoro:

Quality time.

He's not much of a touchy guy and he's not the greatest with words.

But he actively seeks you out on the Sunny. He just wants to be by you<3

He's not great at words, so just being by you is enough for him

He will make you take naps with him<3

He likes to sit by you when he's cleaning his swords.

Please just chill with him while he trains. He likes being in your presence.

This goes both ways low-key. He knows that you love him so he doesn't need to be reminded. And as mentioned earlier, he's not really a touchy feely guy.

So just spending time with you is enough.

Bro loves you so much, he'll chill by you while you're talking to the other strawhats. He doesn't need to involved in the conversation. He'll just sit by you (he'll take a nap depending on where you are on the ship)

Maybe a small bit of gift giving?

Only if he finds it useful though probably.

Get him stuff to clean his swords with and he'll be happy.

Send him over the moon with alcohol.

But definitely quality time for the most part.

Dude just wants to be by you<3

Sanji:

Is it absurd to say that it's everything? (Because I feel like it is but thats cause I'm in love with him and delulu)

He'll match to whatever your love language is babes<3

Gift giving? He'll spoil you

Quality time? Just hang out with him in the kitchen while he cooks

Words of affirmation? He'll tell you a thousand times a day that he loves you

Acts of service? Say the word and your wish is his command.

Physical touch? He'll be all over you.

He'll match your energy.

Sometimes you'll get the buy 1 get 4 free combo.

He bends over backwards for you.

And it's all super sweet. He'll cook for you, buy you some cute trinkets that you like, spend time with you while you're doing something, tell you all kinds of romantic things, and he'll hold your hand at all times

Bro is such a sweet guy<3

Please tell him that you love him. Reassure him for the love of god

He didn't get it a lot as a kid after Sola died so whenever you do, he really appreciates it <3 (Sanji my sad chef, my beloved I love him so much)

Nami:

Look me in the eye and tell me that her loves languages aren't gift giving and acts of service.

She'll be over the moon if you buy her stuff

Specially if it's expensive <3

Bake something for her, Sanji will help you if you ask him to!

She'll give you a bunch of kisses for it. It's her way of say thank you.

You're the only one who doesn't owe her a single berri. Cause why would she charge the love of her life?

She gets a little jealous super easily though. She'll pout at you. Just laugh at her and tell her she's cute. Kiss her cheek, forehead or tip of her nose if you want to make her melt.

Sometimes she'll indulge in physical touch, only for you though.

She'll hold your hand when strolling through a town on a new island. And then persuade you to buy something she likes by acting cute.

She's super appreciative if you do though

She'll hug you and kiss you with a big grin on her face

It makes her feel important

She likes to make you feel important too. She'll actually go out of her way to buy you stuff sometimes. She teases about an interest fee but if you actually try to pay it, it's the only time she refuses

Ussop:

Words of affirmation

My guy needs a lot of reassurance so he appreciates it

Tell him that he's brave and he'll be absolutely smitten

He also likes physical touch

He'll hold you as he tells his stories

Talk to him about the world. You both love being out on the Grandline and seeing how big the world is. It's one your 'late night can't sleep' topics.

Hangout on the deck of the Sunny and look at stars together. He'll hold your hand and point out the constellations to you. (He learned them from Robin, he just wants to impress you<3)

If you hug him from behind randomly, he'll swoon.

He'll let you stay like that too. He thinks it's sweet. He'll just casually talk to you about his day so far.

He's constantly telling you how much he loves you.

You make him feel strong and brave so of course he's going to return the favor.

Overall, Ussop is just a sweet guy. He likes holding your hand and making you smile<3

Ace:

Oh my beloved sad himbo

Please hold him and reassure him.

He's definitely a physical touch and words of affirmation kinda guy too.

Trace the freckles on his face (he'll melt in your arms with a blushing face if you call them mini constellations<3)

He likes to hold you yeah but please hold him. He needs it.

He likes to be in your embrace but he'll only let you do it when you guys aren't in sight of the crew, he's afraid that Marco and Thatch will tease him for a life time. (They wouldn't)

Pepper his face in kisses

This poor cowboy is so sad please tell him all of the things you love about him

Tell him he's worth everything in the world (Ace was the One Piece</3\hj)

Whisper sweet nothings to him as you guys try to fall asleep at night, that's when his head tries to attack him the most.

He appreciates it all and he'll definitely return the favor.

He constantly has you wrapped in his arms.

He'll kiss the top of your head and nuzzle his face into your hair.

He'll purposely act stupid just to see you laugh.

Please just make him happy. He is so sad

He will deny though.

"Me? Sad? Blasphemy."

Law:

Another quality time kinda guy

He doesn't like physical touch

Or words of affirmation

Please don't openly say you love him or promise him anything, the last person who did both those things died almost immediately after (he's traumatized </3)

Just spend some time with him, that's all he asks. You don't have to say anything he just wants to he by you.

He doesn't know how to accept gifts so that's also kinda out of the question

If you do something for him though, he'll be appreciative. In his own way

Just quality time for the most part.

Just sit by him while he reads or looks over some notes he has.

He's comforted by your presence, you make him happy even if he never outwardly shows it

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a-b-riddle · 1 month

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A Simple (Mis) Understanding Chapter One: Location, Location, Location

John

"MacTavish," It had been about three months since the 141 had returned from our last OP. It had been a rough one and, although, we had all come back alive, we didn't come back unscathed. And we all had to thank a pretty little IT 'expert' to thank for that. Stupid fucking Omega...

"Usually I'm the one calling you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I threw back the amber colored liquor, finishing the last of my latest bottle. It seemed all I had in my free time was drinking myself into an early grave.

Good.

"Care for a hunting trip, Cap'n?" Johnny's tone was playful, which was almost always never a good sign. MacTavish could seek out trouble like a bloody bloodhound.

"What d'ya have in mind?" I humored. I had come home to a sedentary life style. Any ideals I had about settling down, extinguished. I wasn't as young as I used to be, but I'm still too into the fight to retire now. So whatever Johnny had in mind, surely must be something worth at least entertaining.

"A pretty little flower." He says and I swear I can almost hear the see the smirk on his face. "Stands at about five foot three. Has a knack for stabbing a man in the back right after suckin' 'im dry."

Daisy.

"You got a lead then I take it?" I try to stifle the anger as I feel it beginning to bubble. Every Alpha instinct is telling me to track, hunt, kill. Before, every biological urge I had toward our flower was to protect, keep, and fuck until she forgot her own bloody name. Now, I wasn't so sure I could stand the sight of her long enough to get the answers I wanted-- needed-- before absolutely tearing her to fucking shreds.

"Aye." He confirmed. "Wanted to see if you were up for it before I called the lads."

"How polite."

"You're still, Cap'n." "And I know you had more..." There was a shift in his tone. Unease as he tried to find the words, but couldn't. He couldn't. None of us could. Because none of us could describe what had happened with Daisy. Betrayal is too gentle of a word, too short and modest of a word to describe what she had done to us; hell, me. Johnny cleared his throat. Clearly uncomfortable and wanting to retract the beginning of whatever statement he had intended on making. "Join me to settle an old debt, ye?"

I didn't need to think twice about Johnny's officer. An opportunity to finish what we started back in Austria. I didn't regret stopping Johnny as much as I did not getting the answers I needed before the little bitch disappeared like a damn thief in the night. Now was the chance. Not only revenge for what we had been through, but the betrayal she had put us through. Jeopardizing not only the 141, but the few loved ones we had. My mum, MacTavish's sisters, Garrick's entire fucking family and the little solace that Simon had. A peace of mind knowing if he wanted to start living again, he could. All of it was almost lost.

"You got eyes on our-" No. She wasn't ours anymore. Not our girl. Not our flower. Sure as fuck never our Omega. "On her."

"I got an address." If he noticed my pause, he didn't say anything. For that I'm grateful. I can't be weak again because some of doe-eyed little Omega. One who whispered sweet lies about how good my knot felt and all the things she wanted in life. Things we-I- wanted. "Had an old contact have her name pop up. Hen is too fucking dense to make sure to use an alias especially considering she stayed on our side of the pond."

Don't really plan on going home after this. Not really anything waiting for me back there except some student debt. She had hid the pain of having no family well, but, now after everything, nothing seemed genuine. Every kiss, every touch, every smile and laugh she had thrown my way was now tainted.

Now it was time to bury it all.

"I'll call Garrick." That was all the confirmation Johnny would get out of me. I didn't want to seem too eager to finally get my hands on her. I needed to be collected. Level headed. I was the Alpha. I was the one my team looked to for guidance. I had already failed them once. I damn sure wouldn't be doing it again. "I'll let you convince Riley to come along."

"Lettin' me call in the boogeyman?" Johnny was smiling again. Could fucking hear it in his voice. He was the one who had probably fallen the hardest for the little bitch. Indulging him in soft touches and soothing his temper. Probably the same reason he had put a barrel to her forehead the moment she had admitted to it.

I was going to tell you. She had tried to excuse her delay as if that were the issue. I just didn't know how to tell you. But can you blame me? Yes. We could. And we did. For the shitty last seven months. For the constant worry all of us had for having to pull our mind out of the mission to worry about what was going on back home.

Her tears didn't save her. Only until Laswell came in raising an absolute bloody stink. Claims of how the very audacity to potentially injure an Omega on her team could cost her career. Fuck her career.

"Send me the details." I pulled another bottle off the shelf. Promising myself it would be the last one I had until I finally pulled that weed of a woman out of existence. Killing her meant I could finally move on. Find someone, certainly not a fucking Omega, to settle down with. I could heal from the heartbreak I would never admit to. It would be the ending that we all needed.

"Will do Cap'n." Johnny didn't wait for my dismissal before he hung up. He was just as ready for a hunt as I was.

#captain john price #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #ghost #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #omegaverse #angst #betrayal

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foundfamilyhq · 3 days

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OP while I understand and respect your decision to change the blog's name, those two users were also very cruel towards you. "I bet they'll just block us and won't even read our messages" just seemed...callous to me. They have a right to be upset, but no right to sit in your notes and exchange that many messages attacking you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.

Thank you so much for your kindness. I'm definitely okay now, though I did take a few more days off than I planned just to get some space from it all And yeah, while I agree there were probably better ways to go about it than having a massive conversation about how awful I was where they knew I'd see, at the end of the day, they believed that I was intentionally dehumanising them, so they didn't owe me kindness. And tbh I've worked customer service for most of my life, so I'm kinda used to people getting angry over things I didn't know about? At least in fandom spaces I can step back and decide if something is a genuine concern worth dealing with or just block and move on, which you can't do at work As for blocking, nah I didn't do that. The only people I block on this blog are the obvious bots, the odd terf every few months (the "no HP" rule does attract them, unfortunately) and anyone who's being too hateful towards other users in the tags. I guess people I've blocked on my own blogs would also be blocked here, but there's not much I can do about that Anyway, I'm waffling now. Thank you for checking in on me and waiting for me to be able to get back to you <3

#talking

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frownyalfred · 8 months

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I was feeling shitty about how non-canon compliant my own Batfam WIPs were turning out and then I stumbled across your blog and I feel better now

Like it actually helped me get out of my writing depression funk and now I'm having fun writing dumb Batfam scenarios again

Keep forgetting fanfic and fandom is meant to be fun, not a burden

Anyway thanks for being you <3

Fanfic is ABSOLUTELY meant to be fun! and we as authors need to be kicked in the teeth with that reminder every now and then.

I've had several people just this last week alone deride me for writing fanon takes, for daring to suggest a character do something they didn't do in canon, jumping down my throat and telling me my fanon stories were "ruining" canon for others, because I have a responsibility to not influence readers with my horrible, ooc fanon fics.

The reality, anon, is that these are all just stories. Fiction that we write for free, on a website where we're not getting published or making money. You don't owe anyone anything, much less canon purists. If they don't want to read it, nobody is forcing them to?

I get it -- I get that your blorbo didn't do that in canon, or I'm completely crapping on fifty years of canon by having Bruce Wayne deepthroat an alien dick on my tumblr blog. I get that it pisses people off to see others do something they don't agree with, to a character they treasure.

But guess what? You just move on. You don't climb in the post notes and act like an asshole to the OP. You don't hate comment, or subtweet the author on your blog later. You say to yourself, or maybe even to a close friend (privately) "Wow, I don't like that take" and you click the back button and move on with your life.

The fanon vs canon debate on this website gets so intense sometimes. Do what you love, anon -- write your stories the way you like -- and don't let them make you take this any more seriously than you want to.

#my weekly rant #sorry y'all #anon #asks #fanon #canon #fic #fic writing

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chekov-in-a-dress · 2 months

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hello! sova headcannons (besides that he's a blonde bottom man who must be tormented)? also, thoughts on sova x chamber as a ship, if you have any?

(no pressure to answer immediately or at all. asks are for fun!)

Hello Hi Yes I am ALWAYS down to talk about this man so thank you very much for asking! ♥

Firstly, you have good taste my friend this man deserves to be topped and tortured.

So let's go through some basic background headcanons first, shall we.

Sova's parents either died when he was too young to properly remember them or when he was around 5-7, leaving him to be raised by his babushka

If his parents died later, I like the idea of Sova's mum having been either a soldier or an athlete (archery/shooting ofc) and being the one who got Sova his first bow / taught him how to shoot which is one of the reasons why he continued to practice and ultimately became a sniper since it makes him feel connected to his mother

His childhood is rather uneventful, maybe they're tight on money / struggling at times since they're living off what babushka can earn on the side and whatever pension they're receiving thanks to his parents so he learns at an early age how to forage/hunt to make ends meet

Joins the military as early as they allow because he figures this way he can get a stable income and support his babka at home as well, plus he'd be following in his mom's footsteps

He excels in the military, quickly being recognised for his exceptional aim and ends up in some kind of special forces where he gets to hone his skills further until he's established a reputation for himself

I like to think that it's during this time when he first meets Brimstone, maybe a joined OP with US special forces and they become fast friends, sprinkle a little mentorship in there, possibly Brim saving Sova's life disregarding his own safety

Which is why later when Brimstone is given the first order to form a special team, Sova is one of the first people he recruits and, of course, Sova instantly agrees

His feeling like he owes Brimstone only adds to his habit of overworking himself for the Val protocol because he will NOT disappoint Brim

He's a good little soldier, you tell him to jump he asks how high

Oh god I have so many headcanons for my sweet son, I could go on forever BUT you didn't ask for a novel so here's just a few random ones

Due to his military background he's one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in the protocol and takes over training the other, less experienced agents

He definitely has a soft spot for the younger agents, especially Gekko, Neon, KJ etc.

He pushes himself extra hard, insisting on running more simulations / practicing more than the others because he has to keep up with his Radiant/genius/augmented squad mates and preserve the only edge he has in this fight

Maybe he doesn't always wear his cybernetic eye because it sometimes overloads his brain/overstimulates him

NOW before I ramble on forever... you asked me about Chamber/Sova and let me tell you YES. Yes Good. I absolutely love Somber ♥ ( I wrote a little Somber OS at some point and I have at least five wips for them if only the writer's block didn't beat my ass all the time)

Not only do I personally think Chamber is hot and I want to see him play my babygirl like a fiddle but there's like so much potential. Because Chamber's easy, flirty nature is so different from Sova's, especially if you headcanon Sova as not having a whole lot of experience in the romantic/sexual department, which, chef's kiss tbh.

Plus, Chamber's more... grey-ish morality, his 'am I really on your team or are you just part of my plan' attitude, clashes so nicely with Sova who clearly follows a very rigid moral code.

I really love the idea of Chamber having a fun time getting under Sova's skin and the poor owl not having a single clue how to deal with it???

Don't get me started on Chamber using his indefinite resources to spoil Sova and Sova being so uncomfortable with all the fancy gifts...

Also guns. Let's talk about guns. Because I see Chamber's Tour de Force and I can't help but think 'what if he allows Sova to use it, or they get into a situation where Sova is forced to use it to protect them'?? How exactly do Chamber's powers work? Does he FEEL it when someone else touches his guns???? Is it an erogenous zone

I mean Chamber clearly respects Sova's skills (how could you not) and I just see him as the kind of man who sees something/someone he wants and then stops at nothing until it's HIS. Featuring Sova who is both confused by the blatant flirting and totally NOT down to indulge Chamber.

You can also go with the trope of Chamber being purely interested in getting Sova into bed playboy style while Sova is the 'i don't do one night stands if i date someone it's bc i'm serious aboutt hem' kinda guy. Chamber who is used to getting what he wants is both frustrated and determined to win him over to the point where he doesn't even realise he's developing actual feelings until it's too late~~ whoops~ (damn i wanna write that lowkey)

ANYWAY

Thanks again for asking lmao if you want you can join the bottom Sova server on discord where you can read through several dozen weird AU ideas or headcanons we came up with for Chamber/Sova amongst other ships lmaoo

#valorant #sova #somber #chamber #replies #thank youu for asking about my sunshine child #♥

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astro-iplier · 8 months

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In response to the butler stream comeback from @ghiertor-the-gigapeen I’m making MY notes abt it bc I want to… so here’s my shithole of a list:

- he’s suffering he needs something to do

- butlery in the family, long line of butlery.

- harvard school of servitude and mastertude are definitely real for sure

- goddamn parents worked for the queen and king got kicked out by daughter sent to america HUH 😭

- arrested for PUBLIC NUDITY because he covered for Mark’s arrest that’s so amazing

- Benjamin literally dresses Mark when he is drunk and passed out I’m so sorry Ben

- I actually think he’s innocent he doesn’t deal drugs he just gets them

- 3 wishes would be: Mark didn’t die, everyone could have a butler, everything to be clean

- chef and him do not mix nuh uh

- coco bathtub canon

- lightning still goes off when wkm ppl say murder

- uh oh colonel owes money big time

- lmao i think Tyler forgot DA is dead

- 1810 Chardonnay wine bottle

- he got everything in Mark’s will omg

- MARK SAID TO CHECK IN ON THE COLONEL EVERY FEW MONTHS WTF THATS. THATS NICE?? thats sad i knew he was a good dude

- ben needs the job man

- In the last months of his life Mark stayed hidden and didn’t even let Ben TOUCH HIM? oof

- people accusing ben of the murder wtf

- he likes brisk jogs that’s cute

- I refuse to accept Tyler’s math in his bday and graduate year fight me tbh doesn’t line for for me.

- top of his class in butlery, bartender, waiter, cleaner, friend🫶, driver AND pet groomer

- #1 ON BUTLER MAGAZINE 🙌

- he’s not just your butler… he’s your friend 😌

- he’ll make you a better person

- perfectionist lol. not in an asshole way dw

- 4AM bright an early, ready for anything 🫡

- does NOT recommend chef (I would)

- ✨Butler Ball✨ you’ll be the butler and I’ll be the other butler its a love story baby just say yeah

- OP cleaner

- all he would as is his own private quarters

- he gives great advice and is a great listener

- abe hospitalised after wkm

- the one time ben got sent off celine left :(

- ben thinks he’s es better than george bc he’s a butler and george is a dude who digs in the dirt

- chef 🤝 groundskeeper

- doesn’t believe in psychics (Celine L)

- gambling but only when it involves clothing 😏

- bro got frustrated because george wanted FOOD to LIVE

- he and Mark played with explosives together on June 4 🥰💥💥💥

- clean up after your own stuff ! he doesn’t tolerate other people being messy >:(

And that’s it❗️ A bit of this I wouldn’t consider canon— like Colonel owing Mark a lot of money. That’s pretty big and I’d say he just came up with it on the spot. Stuff abt the staff is pretty harmless tho, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Abe got sent to the hospital (mental or normal… he did get shot)

hc material tho this is all mwah. Thanks to Alighiertor for reuploading this!

#thats a lot #sorry not sorry 🤷‍♀️#markiplier egos #wkm #headcanons #actor mark #benjamin the butler

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gildedmuse · 3 months

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If anyone is wondering why I haven't updated, there are a number of reasons. However, a major one is that Crunchyroll will no longer allow you to use old versions of the app. What this means is I am no longer able to take screenshots of record small scenes so I can transcribe them or basically do most of what I do here.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with this blog, I am a broke ass bitch with a chronic, genetic kidney diseases I had the pleasure of being born with, which severely limits me in a number of ways. One such way is money: medical bills at expensive and even with insurance I owe something like $1,462.78 and that's just the past year. Nevermind the bills I collected from other hospitals/doctors. The result is I live a pretty simply life, including the fact that I don't own any sort of fancy recording equipment like "a pc". Every screenshot, every gif, every artistic and not so artistic edit, every video recording, every single post and fanfic and reply, that is all done from my phone. It's my one and only portal to the Internet and sole tool to do whatever is is I do.

With that in mind, while I am proud I managed to take my degree in English Literary Theory and learn how to do all of that on an older model Android I've had for a few years now, I also know that then bulk of internet denizens are just WAY more skilled/knowledge at this then I will ever be.

Keep in mind, I have no money (so advice along the lines of "just buy this $99 program, it's so easy!" or "why not just get a cheap laptop, you can get one for under $600 EASY these days" or even "you just need a monthly subscription to this OTHER streaming site, that doesn't have a film blocker" just doesn't help, especially since I don't even have my own subscription to CR so there is no just dropping that to pay for another.) I was hoping someone out there knew a method I could use to record the "latest" episodes.

I say latest but I left off at 1078. I know, I'm ages behind, but there is a good reason for it.

Please, anyone who knows how I can take screencaps (recordings would be useful but not required) PLEASE contact me and let me in on your secret.

I won't tattle, I swear. I just want to be able to watch the show and react about it on this blog since, sadly, I've recently lost all my OP watching buddies to various life circumstances.

Failing that, I need someone to agree to watch every single episode along with me as my "recorder", recording long swatches of each episode and then sending to me when we're done so I can get my screencaps and gifs and the likes. The good news? You'd have someone eternally thankful for your contributions, who would credit you in every post, and I wouldn't even use any jokes/observations/thoughts you might share while we watch without permission. And.... errrr. Did I mention the gratitude? Shit, that's really all I have.

But I have so much of it!

Guys, I hate getting all emotional, but I am having a hell of a year between the dogs, the bad diagnosis and, hey, this is currently my face:

For comparison, when I'm not dying:

Just any help or even attempts at advice would be welcomed. I know it's stupid, but a lot of what I personally get from reading/watching/playing things is in sharing it with others. I shouldn't have to explain that, it's part of why places like Tumblr and AO3 EXIST.

Feel free to reach out in a reblog, comment, tag me, DM, message me on discord (gildedmuse). Whatever is easiest. And thank you, so, SO much for any potential advice or help you can offer.

#please help #one piece #screenshots #crunchyroll #desperate fan #need help #looking for help #looking for advice #looking for a goddamn miracle #why don't they want me promoting their show and getting people excited about it #I'm sorry for the post length #it honestly left me so depressed learning I could only watch the episodes and no longer had a way to communicate about them so easily #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #dracule mihawk #tagged BECAUSE IF SOMEONE HELPS ME FIGURE THIS OUT YOU KNOW I WILL GET YOU THEIR SCREENSHOTS #I literally don't know what to do if I can't take screenshots #I was so excited for the egghead arc & now I have no one to watch it with and no way to share it #I promise if you knew about my health/personal situation this reaction over being unable to doc & share this kid's show would make sense #Hey I've EMBRACED being a pathetic fan who is unshamed in her love of media analysis and fandom excitement

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lady-of-endless · 3 months

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Hello! I hope you're doing well. May I please request a romantic matchup for One Piece?

My pronouns are she/her and I prefer men.

Personality: Leo, INFJ, 1w9, HP house Ravenclaw. Making an effort to understand myself and others is important to me, so that leads to long periods of pondering my actions, as well as others’. I love having me time, though I enjoy being with those close to me from time to time. I'm very supportive, encouraging, reserved, clumsy, easily flustered, athletic, conscientious, witty and sarcastic. Though I unintentionally come across as intimidating, I'm rather gentle and caring. I'm pretty stoic and some misinterpret it as being emotionless (I honestly just want the best for everyone). I rarely lose my cool. I’m adventurous and have completed a dream of mine–living/working in a country that doesn’t speak my native language. I actively search for things to be thankful for to remind myself that there's a lot of beauty in the world, and I'm glad to experience it. I adore challenging myself both intellectually and physically. I am happiest when seeking out information, reason, and understanding. I’m really kinda superstitious…

I work as a foreign language teacher, so my job requires me to have patience, be understanding, be able to think on my feet, and be creative. I'm incredibly determind, which helps push me through difficult days. I strongly encourage those I teach to speak their minds and have open discussions.

My love languages are definitely acts of service and words of affirmation. I don't dislike physical affection when it's from my s/o, but I don't tend to seek it out. Quality time is fine, especially when we're just doing our own thing but sitting near each other. I will always appreciate gifts but hate feeling like I owe others.

Likes and Dislikes: I love discussing topcs that revolve around enigmas. It's not as important to have others agree with me as it is to explore the unknown with them. I like practicing the languages I know, biology, demonology, genealogy, reading, museums, Victorian history, singing, alternative rock and metal music, and exploring my surroundings. Cats and rodents are top tier pets. A large portion of what I read/watch relates to the occult. I dislike storms, large bodies of water, and people who always turn disagreements into arguments.

Hobbies: Writing horror stories, DnD, reading, singing, listening to music, playing the piano, dancing, watching horror movies, drawing, and yoga. As an avid horror fan, animated movies are for sure a guilty pleasure of mine.

Appearance: long wavy auburn hair and my eyes are more of a honey brown. I always wear round glasses. I'm pale with freckles on my cheeks and nose. 5’9, lean, more of an hourglass shape and have a bit of muscle. I mostly wear black and white, but also lilac :) My asthetic is a mix between grunge and dark academia.

I hope this wasn't too painfully long! 💜💜

Author's Note: Thank you for your request! Please dont apologize for the long description, it's helpful and very enjoyable. Hope you'll like it!

I ship you with... Mihawk!

(lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Your ambitious personality draws him in, thinking of how beneficial is to collaborate with someone as ambitious and capable as him. Not to mention your ability to not lose your cool.

- He's feelings go from doubt, to fascination, to respect and then to attraction. He also takes time to understand himself and his feelings so it will definitely be a slow burn.

- He likes that you take time to ponder and then act. Whenever he sees you deep in thought he can't help it but wonder what's going on in that pretty mind of yours.

- Please be a little sarcastic with him too, he'll secretly like that.

- The fact that you try to find the beautiful things in life is something that he wants to learn from you but won't admit. You'll see him try though.

- Unintentionally intimidating looking? You two would look like such a power couple, oh my. Also your grunge and dark academia aesthetic goes so damn well with his aesthetic.

- He thinks that you are a magnificent woman. As days go on and he discovers more about you, you slowly become his muse.

- Because he knows just how determined, analytical and creative you are, he'll probably propose you to come with him to Cross Guild meetings. You'll be a fine addition and a great advisor. (this also gets him the chance to show you off)

- I think that even some of your likes and hobbies will perfectly match his. So perfectly that Mihawk is a bit doubtful at first. He's a bit confused, he always thought that his likes were a bit well, unique.

- Will love to spend a late night talking with you about enigmas and the occult over a glass of wine.

- He will ask you if you could play the piano for him after he had a long day. You may not notice but he looks the most enamoured when you're playing the piano for him.

- Oh and expect reading dates. He takes pride in his library so that's where you two would spend most of the time together.

- He takes note of your dislikes. During stormy weather, Mihawk will invite you next to him to keep you warm. He will start reading to you so that you'll hear his voice instead of the wind and the thunders from outside. He hates it when disagreements turn into arguments as well, so expect him to always come to you and discuss calmly whatever disagreement you two might have.

- Dear, to me you sound like the perfect match for Mihawk, I have nothing else to say.

#one piece #mihawk #one piece mihawk #one piece matchup #one piece matchups #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you

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tahinnia · 4 months

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Hey new followers I have not interacted with yet!!

Please 💜 this post if you see it!! So I can tell if you're still interested.

This blog is slowly coming out of the grave. However;

- I still need my rest. So I'll take my time to actively RP again. Discord is priority for the ease.

- I will probs delete lots of posts bc it feels outdated.

- I need to make new art. + Refs. She greatly improved. Model with multiple outfits.

- Tahinnia's new model is still in the progress. (Thanking Adam for this!!) I also am working to bring other OC's to life in 3D (as they are not as complex as Tahinnia's model.)

- I changed her background into something that feels more fitting. Also her android name being "T-0". (T Zero meaning "Current time" in physics. Pretty fitting looking at her roots.)

- I'll be open to more verses but my sincere apologies for her being OP as fuck. Just don't fight her. I just call Tani a "cyber demon"/"demon cyborg" for the multifandom ease.

- This is an OC I genuinely invest a lot in to (like a few others). I'll get a better job soon so next to my own art, I will comm a lot of art of her & some others… and insane shit. Like 3D printing her model into an action figure. As a treat.

- I could add a lot more… I want to thank the real ones. I'm going to rest for a few(?) days. Owed replies and plotted stuff will be moved here.

#(ooc)#delete later???

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lostfirefly · 4 months

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You’ve Got The Same Dream as Me (Ch. 3)

Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be. Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.

Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)

Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..

Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.

Words: 1430 (sorry, not sorry)

The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Rika and Catherine held their way to a small bar.

"Is this man of yours reliable? Can he be trusted?" Catherine could hardly contain her excitement.

"I wouldn't trust a clown like him one hundred per cent, but yes, I can vouch for him", Rika said, scratching her left arm.

"I don't trust you much either, but you probably know the local best, so I don't have a choice".

"I'm sure I do", Rika laughed. "God, you say the strangest things sometimes.

"Okay, well, you have to explain one thing to me. Why we're going to a bar when it's not even noon?".

"Other days we would go to his circus tent. But at eleven o'clock on Wednesday morning this man can be only here", Rika pointed to the bar sign.

“Don't be like Tangerine and Drink at Arlong's”? Catherine squinted, putting a hand to her forehead, shielding herself from the sun, she read the bar’s title. "What idiotic names these places have".

The girls entered the bar. Inside, there were massive wooden tables and chairs, the floor was scuffed. Yes, it had clearly seen better days. The air smelled of alcohol and tobacco.

"Why are there pictures of people who look like fish on the walls?" Catherine whispered, nudging Rika lightly in the shoulder.

"Because this bar is run by Arlong, damn it. Once upon a time it belonged to someone else, I honestly don't know who. But the last owner owed Arlong money, so-- The owner was never seen again, and the bar had new owners".

"But why are they fish?" Catherine whispered again.

"You've never heard of fish people?" Rika asked in surprise.

"Fish people? No, there aren't any in my country", Catherine shook her head negatively.

"God, you live a boring life there. Wait a second..."

Rika suddenly stopped a man passing by with a tray. Honestly, he looked more like a squid or an octopus with the human body.

"Hey, Ernie. Have you seen our mutual friend? He should be here by now", Rika asked, taking two whiskey glasses from the fishmonger's tray.

"He's over there by the bar top. How did you not notice him right away", the squid replied with a grin.

"Thank you, sweetie, you can go now", Rika nudged Ernie lightly in the back and turned to Catherine. "He's here, just as I thought. Please, Catherine, honey, do me a favour. Just don't stare at his nose, or he'll freak out and we won't get anything out of him".

Catherine shrugged, not fully understanding the last comment.

"Buggy, mate! You don't change! It's good to see you in good health", Rika said cheerfully as she approached the blue-haired man.

"And hello to you, my cookie", the man turned round in his chair towards the girls.

Catherine could barely contain her surprise. He was a tall man with blue hair that was covered by a striped bandana. His face was covered with makeup. Lipstick smeared around his mouth, drawn crossed white bones and blue lines near his green eyes adorned the man's face. But the first thing that caught her eye was his red nose.

"Now I understood why she asked about the circus. Damn, he looks like a clown", the thought flashed through Catherine's mind.

"Please tell me that glass is for me. You owe me one after your loss in our drunken roulette game last month", said Buggy, pointing to the drink.

"Don't remind me of that night, please", Rika rolled her eyes and placed one glass in the clown's hands.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad. You even went home with a cute cook", he replied with a laugh.

"You're a jerk", Rika replied with a chuckle, sipping her whiskey.

"I think we figured that out a long time ago. So.. Wait...", Buggy glanced at Catherine, "who's that with you? Is that for me, too? Well, look, Rika, my biscuit, you certainly lost last time, but this is too generous".

"Gross", Catherine cursed out loud.

"What did you just say, cotton candy?" Catherine could hear the irritation in Buggy's voice.

"I said tha….", she didn't finish the sentence.

"Okay, okay, guys, calm down. We got off on the wrong foot", Rika took Catherine by the shoulder and sat her down at the bar to Buggy’s right. "Buggy, this is Catherine. Catherine, this is Buggy. And I'm not going to ask you to make up on pinky toes. Now let's have a drink to lighten the mood".

When the waiter brought everyone a glass of whiskey, Rika sat down on Buggy's left. They began to whisper about something. Catherine leaned slightly over the counter to get a better look at his big red nose.

After a couple of seconds, noticing her interested look in his side-eye, Buggy stood up abruptly and walked away.

"Could you please not stare? I told you!", said Rika with irritation in her voice.

"I di…, I didn't... I've never seen anything like it. Is it real?"

"What? His nose? Yes, so what? Do you have a problem with that?" Rika sipped her whiskey, giving Catherine an angry look.

"What? No, I don't. He’s… He's cute. Even with that nose", Catherine blushed a little.

The girls sat alone for a few minutes, until finally Buggy came back and plumped down on a chair.

"Hey, fishy, let's have some more whisky! A bottle!" he said, making a characteristic gesture with his hand.

"Look, Buggy", Catherine mumbled, "I'm sorry if I offended you… by staring.. staring at your nose".

"Baby, I'm Buggy the Genius Jester, you can't offend me", he said with a laugh, "So, Rika, my dear pie, what brings you to me? I'm sure it wasn't just a drink".

Rika cleared her throat.

"Listen, we need to get to the Sabaody Desert. You've been there a few times before, you know the way".

"Why do you need to go there?" asked Buggy, opening a bottle of whiskey.

"I'm looking for my sister", Catherine said loudly, she was very surprised at how loud she sounded.

"And? What do you want from me? Find some young boys or grandfathers, I don't care who will take you there", he sipped the whiskey from the neck of the bottle.

"But you know those places better than anyone in this town", Rika replied, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Irritation came over Catherine. She seemed to be wasting her time with meaningless conversations.

"Look, I was told you're the coolest guy in this town", she made air quotes, "And you can be trusted. But the way I see it, you're just a drunken piece of shit".

She jumped up from her chair.

"Catherine, calm down and sit", Rika hissed.

"No, let's leave and find someone else. I don't want to waste my time talking to a grown man who painted himself to look like a clown".

"She's so boring, why did you bring her? She's ruining my buzz!", Buggy looked at Rika with surprise, pointing the neck of the bottle at Catherine.

"Don't you dare point that slobber bottle at me, you jerk!" she slapped his arm.

"Sorry, your highness", he bowed royally.

Rika threw an angry look at Catherine.

"I said sit down!" she drilled her with her eyes.

"Shit.. Are you sure that jackass is the best and can help us?" Catherine asked with surprise in her voice, pointing at Buggy.

"Baby, I'm the best at everything", he said, running his hand down Catherine's neck.

"Alright, lovebirds, that’s enough", Rika slapped her hands on the table, "Cathie, show him what you showed me".

Catherine growled and quickly pulled diaries, maps, notes out of her bag and placed them on the table.

"See?" Rika smiled.

"Fuck me! What's that? You think this is... Coordinates?" Buggy grabbed the diary and started flipping through it. "I wonder... Very interesting. You're not so simple, pumpkin", he reached out and started running his hand through Сatherine's hair. She yanked back.

"There's what you love so much, my dear clown. Treasure! Don't tell me looking at those cards didn't make you think of it", Rika whispered in his ear.

"I can pay you to take us there. And if there's really something in there. I don't know.. gold or diamonds or women or whatever you want to find, you can have it. Please!" Catherine looked at him with pleading in her eyes.

"Of course, you'll pay, my cotton candy, I wouldn't get out of my chair for free", Buggy glanced at Catherine. She suddenly felt goosebumps run down her spine. "Well, when do we start?"

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quetzalpapalotl · 10 months

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[slides seductively onto a piano] hello if you're open to talking blorbos may i request your fave shockop headcanons

Hello, yes, sorry I asked for questions about my blorbos and then didn't answer for like a week, I was busy playing TOTK until I forgot my own name and doing other stuff, but thank you so much!!

My favorite thing about shockop is this extremely weird relationship dynamic they have going. Like, Orion is driven by his desire to do good and help people, but has realized that what he understood was good isn't necessarily, so now he's cashing on Shockwave to show him the way, and Shockwave is so hot and talks the talk so good, Orion has unshakeable faith in him.

Like, Shockwave modified his body without asking (and I hc Cybertronians have a weak sense of bodily autonomy but still), keeps a bunch of stuff to himself and is generally very sketchy, but Orion is 100% behind of whatever he says. Hell, Orion doesn't want to be Prime, he never talks about it, we only know he knows that's what Shockwave wants bc Roller bring it up, and Orion is seemingly okay with ruling the fucking planet if that's what Shockwave thinks is best.

But that's the things, despite having him on a leash, Shockwave's plan involved making Orion Supreme Ruler because he thinks Orion could use that power wisely. And Orion is actually capable of imposing his will on Shockwave, which he only does to get Shockwave to stay put during Shadowplay for his own sake, which is SUCH an OP thing to do.

There is a great deal of mutual idolization going on. They are people will similar morals which may not be all that great. There's something very sinester underneath it all despite the fact that they genuinely meant good and genuinely care for each other. Tho a part of that caring is caring about the good they can do for Cybertron rather than for each other as people.

Not that they don't care for each other as people, they're obsessed with each other, it's just kind of a loop. But yeah, Shockwave is so obsessed with OP that even after 4 million years of Shadowplay and 12 million years of going insane, he still wants Optimus to join him and will go out of his way to try to make him see his point even if that's of no benefit to his plans.

God, JRo introduced this weirdly ambiguous sketchy relationship and then Barber doubled down on that and I owe them my life. Great work, guys! I'm not really interested is pure fluffly wholesome shockop, these guys are insane.

I suppose that's not a headcanon so much as a reading, but uh, I'm not good which such open questions. Anyway, a more straightforward headcanon is about this scene

This would be their first time meeting after Shockwave joins the Cons and after the flashbacks of exRID #17. The reason the dialogue is so impersonal here is ofc, because Autocracy was written before Shadowplay and so before the mysterious Senator was established to be Shockwave, But my headcanon of what's going on is that the last time Orion tried to talk to Shockwave he tries to appeal to who he was and their relationship and got nothing. So he decided to try the opposite and treat Shockwave like a random Decepticons thinking that his Shockwave was so vain he would hate Orion acting like he's nobody to him and that would surely get a reaction. At least something like "This isn't the first time I've saved your life" but he still got nothing :(

#quetzal rambles tf

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real-jane · 2 years

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my city, my partner

[bucky barnes x shield!reader]

summary: you’ve been in love with scotland since you visited in high school, and in love with your partner for three years. when life becomes too much, bucky conspires to get you back to edinburgh.

words: 3.4k

warnings: none. mutual idiots pining, no use of y/n.

a/n: edinburgh is *my* favorite place in the whole world. thanks to @thornsnvultures for the prompt idea! her original suggestion was: Maybe a good ol fashioned "only one bed" trope? Ooh, or, Bucky surprises you with a weekend getaway to your dream destination cause he knows how hard you've been working and wants to treat you to something nice 🥺

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The corner of your phone makes contact with the linoleum tile and the screen shatters into a web-like pattern, which would be almost impressive if you weren’t trying to get ahold of your partner. Your smart watch taunts you from your wrist–drained of charge, and useless. God, nothing about this day could get worse. Not after ripping a hole in the thigh of your jeans before nine a.m, right after smacking yourself in the nose with a cabinet door, after the hot water in your unit went out mid-shower, after getting your feet twisted in your sheets and falling out of bed, following a night full of dreams which had you wondering if you were losing it.

Oh, certainly one of the worst days you’ve ever had.

For many reasons, not the least of which was standing in the rain, with a broken phone and soaked shoes, waiting for a cab. You have an old phone in your desk at home, to tide you over until you can get to the compound for a ‘full optimization’ of your device (aka begging Darlene in spec tech to believe you broke this one by accident). Your shoes will have to be tossed.

An hour later, you trudge into your modest apartment, soaked to the bone, and scream–

“Buck–WHAT THE HELL?” You jump back, knocking your hip into the doorknob, as your partner of two years flicks on the light in your living room. He chuckles, but he stands with a pitying look on his face.

“Sorry!” he winces. You thrust your wet coat into his hands in retaliation, and scoff.

“I hate when you do that!”

“Your phone is dead.” He gingerly throws your coat over the hook on the back of the door. “We gotta go. Wheels up in an hour–”

“Shit… I’ve had the worst day, and you’re gonna drag me on assignment before I can even sit down.”

He rubs your arm. “No rest on your day off, huh?”

“No. My fucking phone is broken. I was trying to call you, so it’s your fault.”

“Oh, one hundred percent. Everything I do in life is for the sole purpose of inconveniencing you. Shall I pack your bag, or–” Bucky is in your bedroom before you can stop him, drawers thrown open– “This is gonna be a long one. Probably need all this, doll. Ooh–I knew you were a lace girl–”

“Hands off the knickers, Sergeant Inconvenience.” You slam your underwear drawer shut and shove yourself between him and the dresser. He does not move to accommodate you, which means you’re bracketed against a wall of muscle. He’s trimmed down since he started his work with Ops, but he’s still just as imposing. The grin? Not so much.

“Pick up the pace, we gotta get rolling!” Bucky insists, hands on his hips.

“Where are we going?”

“Can’t tell ya. Forecast says rain, so–”

“Wear the good boots. I know. I will never escape the fucking rain,” you sigh. You thump him on the shoulder. “You have horrible timing. I had a date with a glass of wine. I’m so exhausted! My pants are ripped–don’t you fuckin’ look!” You shove him squarely and he pretends to be moved, even as his eyes flicker downward like he’s searching for the rip in question. He sits at the end of your bed.

“You’re violent today.”

“I’m gonna stab you.”

“Proving my point,” he smirks. “‘M sorry, doll. It’s a big job, or I’d be happy to let you wallow in a cheap cabernet.”

“You owe me.”

“At least your day ends with me?” he asks, with the innocent smile which got you very, very much into trouble on the night you met, some three years prior.

If he remembers that night, he has never let on, and you’re grateful he has moved past it. You, however, have been gone for him ever since. It didn’t help when you were officially assigned into partnership when he stepped away from Avengers missions, because now you see him every day. Sometimes those feelings bubble up again like they’ve been simmering on the backburner, and one smile makes the pot boil over. On the days you’re most lucky, he’s your partner. The person you work best with (no matter how much you bicker), the one you’d take a bullet for, the one who’s always on your comm frequency… Who you happen to remember pressing you to the door of the single-stall bathroom in a dive bar, before he ever knew you work for SHIELD, fucking you better with his pants on than any man ever had in the nude.

Sitting on your bed, rushing you to prepare for a mission, the line blurs.

Your day often ends with him. Whether or not he’s there. Heaven forbid he ever find out about your pathetic obsession, or the way your fingers travel over your soft skin in the unsatisfying facsimile of his, thinking about how he might hold you again.

You shake your head. “What’s the job?”

“Deep cover. Surveillance, extraction if necessary.”

“What’s our story?”

“Tourists. I have more money than one man should reasonably have, and you–”

“I like that about you, I get it. Are we married?”

“Would you like to be?”

You toss a sweatshirt at his head and turn away so he doesn’t detect the cold sweat on your face. “It’s always more believable, and I’m not playing the ‘we met on the airplane’ scenario again—I think you scarred the concierge for life!”

“What—that’s the most fun cover! I could tell that story a hundred times.”

“Nat would murder you if she knew you tell her business on assignment.”

“Well, I haven’t checked into the Mile High Club with you, so—“

“How did she ever date you?”

“Wasn’t like that. We blew off some steam until she realized she wanted a blond.” Natasha’s relationship with Steve is a trophy Bucky carries. He has no hard feelings about it. He loves them both so much that the partnership feels like his greatest achievement.

“Do I have time to shower?” you sigh.

“If you do it at light speed. You shower, I’ll pack for you. Promise I’ll take it seriously.”

“Fine. My bag is under the bed. Don’t linger in my intimates, you perv.”

–

You’re usually happy to take his bike but the rain is still relentless, so it’s a soggy ride. By the time you embark the walkway of the quinjet, you’re pissed off, so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open, and annoyed with your unfairly sexy companion–who is far too chipper for his own good. He pushes you into the copilot seat and then does his pre-flight check alone, though it would take half as long if you helped. In the console between the seats, there are two cups… both of them still hot. Both of them have your name written on the side in marker.

“Bucky?” you call.

“Didn’t know if you’d want caffeine this late!” he replies from the bottom of the ladder into the belly of the hold.

Your heart squeezes. The ‘thank you’ is lost in your throat as you cradle the hot cocoa in your hands, thinking better of the coffee–which, sure enough, has all the markings of your usual ‘high maintenance’ (Bucky’s words) coffee order. By the time he finishes up and takes his seat beside you, your anger has melted. He smirks at your posture, with your feet pulled up under you in your good boots, and your sleeves tugged over your knuckles, with your cocoa against your chest.

He points at the untouched coffee with an eyebrow raised. You nod. “Thanks, doll.” He takes a grateful sip and closes his eyes reverently. “Shit. Now I see why you drink that every day.”

“I have good taste,” you say.

His smile in agreement is so warm that you feel it in your toes. “It’s hotel coffee for us, for a while.”

“Wait–maybe I do want that one.”

He pauses with the cup centimeters from his mouth and laughs. Without a second thought, he hands the cup over, trading you for the cocoa. It’s impossible to miss the wink when he drinks from the hot chocolate, but you are transfixed watching his lips where yours just were.

“You can sleep,” he offers, throwing the switches to make the aircraft rumble to life. “I don’t expect anything exciting over the Atlantic.”

“So… Europe?”

“You’ll see.” He gets the go-ahead from the tower to take off, so you both put on the headsets which allow you to communicate in the air.

“I’ll stay up for a while,” you say.

“Don’t stay up on my account. I’ve had one sip of coffee, so I’m wide awake.”

You punch his shoulder, and his laugh filters through your earpieces in surround-sound.

—

Despite the caffeine, you last twenty minutes before your eyelids droop too heavily to stay open. When you wake up again, it’s because the jet wheels meet the runway. The airport is small, likely a military base as is customary for SHIELD flights in foreign airspace. You glance at Bucky as you rub your eyes. He’s tired, but he’s steady as ever, pulling into the hangar indicated by the runway attendant’s waving orange night sticks.

“Welcome back,” he chuckles, realizing you’re staring at him with sleepy wonderment. Your cheeks get hot.

“Where are we?”

“Outside Edinburgh.”

“Oh. If I knew we were going to Scotland, I would’ve been far more cooperative!” You sit up straight and try to catch any glimpse of the country you’ve loved since you visited on a school trip ages ago, but it’s difficult in the darkness to see anything. “Oh my god.” Your fingers find your mouth. “I’m sorry. I will be totally cool once we’re out there, but I can’t believe we’re here.”

“Haven’t played anything cool a day in your life,” Bucky snickers, tapping on your headset. You rip it off your head and hand it over.

“Shut up, Barnes.”

“Go change. I’ll meet you outside once I’ve got us squared away with customs.” He lets you stand first, and holds your elbow when you stumble trying to side-step around the console. You slide your arm through his fingers until they’re clasped around yours and squeeze his hand.

The clothing you have available is truly… the bulk of your own dresser. Bucky wasn’t kidding–he packed almost everything you own. You choose an outfit which says ‘I married my husband for his money,’ and give yourself a once-over in the small mirror inside your locker. By the time you make your way down the walkway, Bucky is waiting. He has changed, too–into a dark peacoat, a perennial favorite of yours, and dark slacks, with shoes so shiny they reflect the bright hangar lights off the toes. He isn’t dressed expensively per se, but he is beautiful. He notices you there and stops for a second.

“Let it be known, I married you for your looks,” he says. You wrinkle your nose at him. “We’ve got a car over here.”

Bucky gestures to the far end of the hangar. You move where he indicates, but he pulls you back to walk in step with him, easing your hand into the crook of his elbow. He does it so seamlessly, it feels like something he does to you all the time. His hand stays, pressed over your fingers, leaving your bag to dangle from your arm. Even if it is a cover, you can’t help but lean into him. It may be a temporary oasis from the reality of your relationship, but it doesn’t mean you can’t savor every second. He realizes you’re lugging your bag, and he eases it off your arm to slip the strap over his shoulder. Then, he covers your hand again.

–

Bucky pulls the car into a small lot behind a series of row houses in Old Town; the sight of the streetlights making your favorite city glow distracts you from the fact that this is an assignment. Even the smog-stains at the top of the buildings are charming. This is your city. You left your heart here, once. You’re more than eager to get out of the car as Bucky parks.

“What are we doing here?” you ask, peering up at the ornate building.

“I’ll explain inside. This is a primary location for us to scout.” He grabs your bag from the trunk.

“Do I need that?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes at his back but you still follow him up an alley staircase and through a door which he miraculously has a key to. Inside, you ascend up another set of stairs, to the top floor, and then through the only door, there. Whatever number of units this building has, the top floor seems to have just one, and it is…

“Oh.” Your mouth drops open. The flat is revealed to you as lights flick on down the hallway. It’s a gorgeous historic apartment with all the right touches of modernity, while still retaining its charm.

“Coming?” His voice comes from somewhere down the hall. You shut and lock the front door, and shuffle your way towards the direction of his voice, until you find him in the last room. It’s a small bedroom with a stone fireplace and a large, plush bed. Bucky is in the process of loading the dresser with your clothing when you enter.

“What’s going on?” you breathe.

He straightens. He has removed his coat, revealing a white button-down shirt, which he has left unbuttoned at the collar, and he has a sheepish smile on his face. “So, uh. I haven’t been honest.”

All you can do is blink at him. Bucky dodges around the foot of the bed and eases your coat from your shoulders. He tosses it on his own, on the bed. Then, he grasps your wrist and tugs you to the window.

“In the morning, you’ll have a view of the castle right there,” he says softly. He stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. “And I’m told there’s a cafe downstairs which serves coffee they roast themselves, and crepes stuffed with all manner of fruits.”

“Bucky–”

“This flat is yours,” he says. “For ten days. And if you want to do nothing but sleep, you can do that. This is your time. I had sort of hoped I could stay, but if I’ve misread things, I’ll skip my ass off to London until you’re rejuvenated.”

You turn around. “This isn’t a job…”

Bucky shakes his head. “I knew you’d never give yourself permission to take time off, but you’ve been so exhausted, doll… it’s killing me to watch you push yourself to your breaking point. I don’t get any joy outta watching you suffer. I’m a lot happier when you’re happy. That’s kinda everything to me. And there’s no need to operate undercover–not that I mind pretending I’m married to you. Happy to dote on you like a spouse if that makes it more fun.”

"So, this cover idea..."

"Just wanted to look nice for ya." He rubs your arms.

You take in a slow breath. “This is a big thing to do for a person,” you peep. “Might make a girl think some things.”

“I bring you coffee every day, doll. I have taken two bullets on recent missions because I’ve been so worried about keeping you from being shot. When I close my eyes at night, the only thing I dream about is you.” He brushes your chin. “And if you think for one second you haven’t been imprinted in my skin since the bar, you’re nuts.”

“But you don’t… you’re professional!” You’re so overwhelmed by his proximity that you can’t process what he’s saying. “I thought you forgot! You don’t touch me. You’re always talking to Sam about his dates–”

Bucky levels his eyes with yours. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you. But you acted like it never happened, doll… I was not about to tease you about something which meant so much to me, even if it happened in haste, or push you into more familiarity than you wanted.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit. “I’m–do you not see how much I love you?” It comes out like you’ve been waiting to tell him for a century: pained, but relieved to finally have the truth out in the open.

Bucky folds so he can pull you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “Being your partner is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he murmurs against your temple. “I hoped you felt that way. Is this okay? Is it too much–”

“You gave me my city,” you say in astonishment. “Oh my god. Bucky… wait–is there another bedroom in this flat?”

“No.”

“What would you have done if I didn’t want you here? Slept on the floor?”

He pulls away so he can see your face, and his expression is one of delight. “Are you asking me to sleep with you, sweetheart?”

“There’s one bed, and I’m a nice person.” You giggle when he is temporarily offended at the thought that you’d actually make him sleep on the ground. “Besides, if you do fuck off to London as you suggested, I’ll be all alone, and I want you to know I’m weak for a man in a kilt, and this city is choc full of them–”

“I’ll have you know I am Scottish, on my father’s side, so.”

“We should get you a kilt.”

He nods in agreement, and his eyes keep flickering down to your lips. “Are you still upset I ripped you away from your cabernet?”

“They sell wine in Scotland.”

“I know.” Bucky takes a few steps backwards, but keeps hold of your hands so you’ll follow him. He leads you into the sitting room, to the sofa, and gestures for you to sit. He makes a show of jogging over to the switch on the wall beside another fireplace and flicks it upwards. The fire roars to life behind the thick glass. Your laugh gives him another burst of energy, he’s almost dancing into the adjoining kitchen. Glass tinkles, a drawer opens and shuts, and he returns with a bottle of something red.

“Hey, did you bring any clothes?” you giggle, as he accidentally dribbles a few droplets of the wine onto the cuff of his sleeve while opening the bottle with the churchkey.

“Ellis dropped off my bag this morning, it’s in the closet.”

“I can’t believe you used SHIELD resources to trick me into vacation.”

Bucky hands you a glass of wine and his cheeks redden. “Uh, well. Fury knows. I may have cashed in some of my vacation days on your behalf.”

You set your glass down on the coffee table carefully and launch yourself at his face, pressing him down into the couch. You’ve known for three years that he kisses like air is a secondary matter, but there is nothing like kissing him in thanks, now that he knows you love him. This isn’t just a thoughtful gesture, this is… nobody in your life has ever done something so kind for you. Until you met Bucky, you weren’t entirely sure you deserved it. But his tongue teases yours and thoughts of what you deserve flee from your mind.

“Got you a new phone, too,” he mumbles between territorial nips at your bottom lip.

“This gift-giving kink of yours is really sexy,” you pant.

Bucky cradles your face in his hands and kisses you slowly, pulling every little sound from your throat he can. When your lips part, he smiles. “I’m in love with you, honey. I know it’s unprofessional, but I don’t give a shit. I’d give you Scotland if I could.”

“Get a kilt and I’ll be satisfied.” You lay your head on his chest. His heart is racing in time with yours.

“If it’s weird, we can still pretend like we’re not both excited to be sleeping in the same bed.” His voice rumbles under your ear.

“Oh, how ever will I survive in this completely fabricated scenario.” You put your hand to your forehead dramatically. “Oops, I forgot to pack real pajamas.”

“Awe rats! I sleep naked. We’re at an impasse.”

You rest your chin on his sternum and raise your eyebrows. “Whatever will we do?”

It takes two seconds for him to bracket an arm around your waist and swing his legs over the side of the sofa. Your feet do not touch the ground again. Your back, however, meets plush fabric, and Bucky kisses you like he has all the time in the world to make sure you know how much he wants you. He doesn’t have forever, but he has at least ten days.

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