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starry-bi-sky · 2 months

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Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it <333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #also courtesy of my good friend the-navistar-carol danyal is very 'paul revere' by noah kahan coded. you should def give it a listen if you #have the time. the lyrics go HARD look: 'but I'm in my car and I see the yard. the patch of grass where we buried the dog and the world-#makes sense behind a chainlink fence. if i could leave i would've already left.' AND 'and when they ask me who i am. i'll say i'm not from #around here.' like absolutely go take a listen if you have the time.#if anyone were to see him while he's talking to the necklace they might see him crying once or twice. but that's not possible.#al ghuls do not cry.

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korrasamibottles · 6 months

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"It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission" is such a cool Asami characterization moment even though it's over so quickly. I just KNOW that girl snuck out of the house at night and crashed a satomobile.

#she has such a strong 'i'll give you the courtesy of letting you say your piece #but i'm still gonna do whatever the fuck i want' vibe. love her.#asami sato #lok #tlok

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mirrorofliterature · 1 year

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see, I have soured from remadora and now ship wolfstar - because honestly remadora is a difficult ship to write and execute, and remus lupin is one of those characters which I have an exclusive ship for (and I am a sucker for friends to lovers). but - and I think this is really important - I still (1) respect remadora shippers because that’s called ‘treating other humans with basic dignity’, and I shouldn’t have to say this, but the animosity between wolfstar and remadora shippers is really out of hand, ffs they are fictional ships and (2) I respect and like tonks, as a character, so I cannot deal when people villianise her.

anyway.

#anti remadora #tagging as a courtesy because it's not really anti it's just 'not my cup of tea #but I'll have yours and I'll have mine #wolfstar #remus lupin #the reason why I didn't ship wolfstar for years?#because the primary view of wolfstar I got was people being misognystic and slandering tonks #and that was very offputting #the issue with remadora is that the canon is weak and writing them well takes a really strong writer to deal with their nuances and #complicated relationship #because I like well-balanced ships and for remadora you only got that like 1% of the time #the other 99% felt like character assassination for me #so I grew to like wolfstar because of a fic I was reading for regulus & sirius' relationship #not through traditional fandom #because fandom is quite misogynistic #why do people have to be so hateful?#anyway #hp

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gavin-reed-is-gay · 5 months

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Hello everyone. Since I hit 100 followers (thank you btw) I thought it appropriate to introduce myself.

As most of you may know, I'm newish to this fandom. I was around when dbh first came out but due to being fixated with another show at the time, I didn't really explore a majority of the fandom or its content.

A few months ago, I became obsessed with dbh again honestly out of nowhere so here I am.

Also, in celebration of 100 followers, I've opened my ask box. So if you have any questions or just want to talk, feel free to send them through 😊

#detroit: become human #dbh #also I honestly do not care about any drama/discourse in the fandom #I enjoy the characters and ships I do with no shame or care for others opinions #so please leave me be and I'll extend the same courtesy to you #I'm just here to relax and have fun #I've been in fandom long enough #I don't care about arguing anymore #it's not worth it #it's just fiction at the end of the day #it's not that deep #personal

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Okay but imagine showing Venti memes and viral videos and doing try not to laugh challenges xD

I wonder what he’d think about modern humor

Modern humor is just so broken, not that I'm saying that's particularly a bad thing, but with the amount of slang you would practically have to act as a translator, and everyone knows that a joke isn't as funny when you have to explain it-

I'll be honest, as somebody who didn't really get into internet communities and modern humor until I was in early high school, mainly due to strict parents (I wasn't allowed on YouTube till like 8th grade, that was also the same year I learned "fuck" had an alternate meeting than just an announcement of displeasure), I have a bit of a different perspective on it all

Like I literally had to learn it, and that includes even slang in texting, it used to take me a couple minutes to respond because I actually had to cross Google search what exactly some of those words were, for the longest time I thought ftw stood for "fuck the world", legitimately, and for some reason the definition for smh had a hard time sticking, so I translated it more to just a feeling than an actual discernible sentence, meaning now whenever I see that phrase I mentally pronounce it as the letters sound together instead of the actual sentence

So my point in all this is that I can kind of interpret, just based off of my learning experience, which really wasn't that long ago—, what that process would be like for someone else who knows next to nothing

And the biggest struggles were 1: things that referenced other Internet culture things completely flying over my head, a lot of those jokes are like three layers deep, even the ones that you wouldn't think are because slang is an entire level by itself, so I wasn't kidding about that translator part

And 2: it was kind of hard to get into because of how crude a lot of is was, I wouldn't call myself "heavily sheltered" or anything but it really did surprise me, I'm all for stupid jokes but I really felt like there should have been at least a level of nuance when the punch line was simply some form of "sex", "sexual act", "porn", "disgusting imagery that's funny for shock factor" etc., of course I'm way more used to it now so that's not really even a factor anymore, but it was definitely a barrier because a lot of it was kind of cringey, like second hand embarrassment level, and then dark humor is a whole nother topic—

I do think Venti is probably the only Archon, and really one of the only characters, that you might actually be able to get invested in that because of how he's versatile, he has a lot of experience changing with the times and I think he would pick up on that stuff pretty quickly

I mean imagine how much language changes in a couple centuries, and he's kind of known for going into long periods of sleep and then waking up a couple hundred years later, then just refitting into the local population, I highly doubt this would be the first time he's had to pick up on new terminology in order to seem normal

Neither Zhongli or Ei have a whole lot of experience constantly having to refit themselves into a modern society, Zhongli is obviously trying now but his whole traditional mindset hinders that a bit, and Ei has been shown numerous times to seclude herself entirely from her people, and then all of the other characters are too young to have had to do that multiple times

So I think there is a very good argument to be made that Venti would be one of the best people when it comes to integrating him with your world, Internet trends, humor, slang, and all

Idk why but Venti just fits that role so perfectly like,,, I could probably go on another multi paragraph tangent for all the reasons why but I really think he is the perfect character in Genshin to come to our world if there ever was one

#hey look i'm talking #this kinda turned into a bit about me so I'll do everyone the courtesy of not tagging it as genshin specific #but yeah Venti best character #becoming integrated with that stuff as a mid teenager when all of your friends have practically grown up on the internet is something #on the bright side there isn't a whole lot of Internet etiquette #you can pretty much engage how you want with things #so that would make it easier

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high-and-away · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite 2022, Free Prompt #1: A Ferryman, But No Obol

She thinks about him sometimes; the heavy whuff of his horse's breathing, the sharp green tang of broken sproutlings underhoof, the poised, gentlemanly way he so nobly accompanied her to the edge of his domain. No, not accompanied. Escorted, as though he'd taken her by the arm and guided her to the vine-choked gates of a manor long strangled and straitjacketed by nature. As though he'd clung to courtesy as his estate crumbled, no matter the manor to which he might have been born. And always, always, a scalpel in her mind, slicing ever deeper to seek what made her Victoria. Always that insatiable slicing, gouging, digging, prying, over over and over. Are you worthy, child? Will you be? Will we ride joyous together until my blade pierces your breastplate and yours pierces my throat? Will we die together, exhilarated, unless one of us walks away? Or will you don my mantle and title after the end? She stumbles from pain and exhaustion, fumbling clumsily for something to hold on - anything - and the cool tree bark against her burning, infection-fiery cheek is almost enough to make her cry. Solus, Hell, fucking anything, the relief the relief please-- A black-gauntleted arm circles her gently round the waist-- no no no no no please she's so tired, she can't fight anymore-- --and calm and sure-handed lifts her into the saddle, no matter her increasingly feeble struggles. Victoria could kill him. Victoria could kill him right now, reach down and pull her boot knife from its sheath and slam it frenzied through the gaps in his gorget again and again and again and again. Over and over until he lies in a pool of foul blood and she stands above him an eikon-killer like Solus in his prime, radiant and blazing in ferocious glory. But she is so tired. So weak, with the infection setting her blood afire.She doesn't have it in her, brutality like that. She never has. She doubts she ever will. Her killings are distant, remote, and if pressed up close, as cool and efficient as she's been drilled to be. So she rides instead, swaying gently in the saddle as the eikon keeps her upright with one cold and courteous arm. As though he's attentive, if things like that are capable of being mindful of others they have yet to make pawns. When her fingertips drift towards his sword, a black and twisted thing that calls, that cajoles her to take it, he gently takes her hand and rests it on the dark and weather-worn cantle of his saddle. Days and days, and no wildlife. No grunting deer. No rooting boars. No birdsong. Her companion is lord of the forest, and his subjects give him a wide berth. The horse - Sleipnir, how did she know that, he's never said a word - never stumbles once. And yet, at each stony patch or potruding snarl of roots, she clings determined to the saddle. The eikon's arm tightens around her middle or shoulders, whether possessive or protective; her injuries are not hard to miss, yet he seems to take care to mind them. With each lurch or wobble, a pulse of (idle? rueful? fond?) amusement echoes through her brain she knows is not her own. There are moments where Victoria isn't certain whether she's a trophy or a prisoner. The eikon, in his silence, provides no answer one way or the other. He never does, not even when they reach the sun-streaked borders of the Shroud and he so nobly, so gently, so gallantly helps her down from his monstrous steed. After days of pain and trauma and raw, near-blinding fear, Victoria struggles to find the words.

"Thank you," she rasps. The horseman graciously inclines his head. Do you see what I see in you, little huntsman? Little Odin-that-might-be? Victoria has no answers, and gives him none in turn. The Lord of the Hunt bows in his saddle, regal and elegant, and turns his steed to ride majestic into his demesne. Two wars and half a lifetime later, Victoria Castellus still wonders if she dreamed of riding with Odin Himself.

#ffxivwrite #FFXIVWrite2020 #holy unreliable narration Batman #look I needed at least one unreliable narrator piece and by god I was gonna get one #did this actually happen?#we just don't know #neither does victoria #and Odin isn't telling #no don't worry she's not on track to primalhood #she doesn't want to be and I don't want her to be #my writing #I started writing this while drunk and gave up on decorum halfway through #no this is not supposed to be skeevy he's just politely giving her a ride out of courtesy #if primals can be courteous #fuck it I'll do what I want within reason #you knew damn well Odin was gonna show up at some point #it's tradition #At Your Side All Along #though if it did happen it probably didn't happen like this

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Hi your work is great. Well I am an Infj people mistook me for an extrovert. I am pretty chill with people but i feel more content with myself . The funny thing is I am a bit self conscious and tend to be a bit anxious. Most of the time i can't express what i feel and it did hurt. But moving on i am actually talkative with the people i am comfortable with which makes people wonder if i have a split personality. I am a Virgo with long black hair and hazel eyes and 5'11 . Even though i am a bit closed off, I actually love it when people appreciate or hug me 😊. People tell me I am a good listener and often come for advice . I love music , reading, pets and I am artistic i am majoring in computerized accounting which is mainly accounting . Can you do a jjba matchup headcanon if possible or any other anime you can ignore if it's stupid

Bestie, I'm sorry but what? I highly doubt that you actually read any of my stuff considering that you nonchalantly broke several rules just like that.

Honestly stuff like this makes me really angry. Can you people really not be bothered to take a look at my description or my pinned post? Is that too much to ask for?

Normally I just delete these kinds of asks but this one just confused me so much and frustrated me.

It says right here, at the very top of my blog that requests are closed and it specifically mentions that matchups are closed as well, specifically for the reason that people kept sending them in even when I made it clear that I wasn't doing them anymore.

I'll never understand how someone can just so confidently request something without taking a single glance at a writer's blog? Was that too much work to check if requests were actually open? Or to look at my rules?

Even the text in the inbox says that requests are closed so there's really no excuse there

Also notice how it doesn't say jjba anywhere on there? Maybe because I don't write for that anymore?

Fun fact

It also says right in my pinned post that I wrote for jjba in the past

It also says one more time that requests are closed right at the top of that post so there's no excuse that it was hidden behind a read more or anything.

Even then, it says that the rules are beneath the read more but you clearly didn't check

And you know, what if we take a look at these rules that I even say you should read before sending in a request right there??

Yes, exactly. Do you see jjba listed there anywhere?? No?? Maybe it's because I don't write for it anymore and haven been writing for it for an entire year so I don't get how you came to the conclusion to send in that request

Why do you think I wrote a post about my rules? Why do you think I linked them both in my description and my pinned post in bolded letters with a reminder to please read them?

Because people don't respect a writer's time and so they can't be bothered to read even the very basics.

I can 99% guarantee that you somehow found one of my old matchup posts and then without taking a single look at my blog, you went straight into my ask box to request a matchup.

Any you know why that is? Because you don't actually care about me as a writer or person and just saw another opportunity to copy-paste the same matchup ask to another blog. Because we're all just writing machines and not actual people so you can't extend the common courtesy of actually looking if it was okay to request that

I'm sorry that I'm taking all of this out on you right now anon, but you weren't the first person to do this. How is it that these people are apparently good enough at reading to read my posts but then lack all reading comprehension when it comes to sending a request?

It shouldn't be my duty to correct people or delete asks just because they didn't care enough to check if it was okay.

Writers are putting out content for free and so if you want them to write something for you in their free time I think it's fair to at least ask that you look at the rules yourself instead of just sending in whatever without a care in the world.

I just don't understand. Whenever I send in a request I triple-check the rules and the request status to make absolutely sure that what I was asking was okay and so I wouldn't waste an author's time

Why is that so hard to do?

Please read the rules and description, they're there for a reason, people 😭

#I love it #sorry for the rant but it's just so frustrating #I'll never understand why so many people lack common courtesy #respect writer's please #we're not just content-printing machines #on that note #reblog and comment on posts!!#especially if you are the one that requested it!#isn't it normal to thank people when they did something for you?#or to tell someone that you liked what they did?#why is it so difficult to do on Tumblr?#that not a single person takes the time to leave a small comment on a 800 notes post #I assure you #a simple makes an author's day #so please be better to writers #thank you and sorry for taking up your dashboard djdhd

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navybrat817 · 2 months

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Just Like That

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky suggests staying in a hotel together before an undercover mission, which would be fine if you didn't have a massive crush on the super soldier. Word Count: Almost 5k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, pining, flirting, slight possessive behavior, talk of undercover mission, "only one bed" trope, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: A combination of @targaryenvampireslayer's Blind Date Writing Challenge and my Bucky Barnes Smut Menu, courtesy of @ellemj. "Only One Bed" Trope and the dialogue prompt in bold italics. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The engagement ring on your finger suited you. Not large or overly flashy, the single diamond radiated a subtle sparkle. It was beautiful and a perfect fit, a representation of the unifying love of marriage. When you looked at it under the light, it was almost as if you could feel the love that Bucky had for you.

If only that were the case.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” You asked, taking a seat at the table across from Bucky.

“So we can practice and make sure we’re a convincing couple,” he replied.

You sighed as you glanced around the hotel room for the umpteenth time. A small sitting area, a dining and kitchen combination, a single bathroom, and a bedroom. When you pointed out that there was only one bed, Bucky reminded you of the expectation that the two of you had to sleep together while on assignment since you were going on a couple's retreat. Which wouldn't be an issue if you didn't have a crush on him, right?

Right.

You were completely enamored with Bucky Barnes, the handsome former assassin turned agent for the revamped SHIELD. Instacrush wasn't something you experienced often, so he took you by surprise. It was pathetic to fall for him so hard and quickly. It had to be some sort of karma or divine intervention that you were with him in a hotel room.

Just the two of you.

“You know,” he began, wetting his lips as he leaned back in his chair. You blinked, only because you didn't want him to call you out on staring. “You don't have to look so miserable to be here. Is my company that terrible?”

“What? No. Bucky, you aren't terrible company,” you promised, slumping a bit in your chair. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. “Just been a bit since I've been in a relationship and I’m kind of rusty.”

“You're talking to a guy who hasn't been on a real date since the 40s,” he deadpanned.

He had a point. Plus, from what you understood, Bucky wasn't exactly interested in dating anyone. Every time Steve or Natasha suggested he go on a date, he found a way to brush it off or change the subject.

Even if he was interested in dating, did he think of you as anything beyond a colleague?

Taking this assignment may have been a mistake.

“I’m just not sure I’m the right one for this job,” you said.

“You’re perfect for this job. Why would you think otherwise?”

You froze like a deer in headlights, even as his compliment warmed your heart. It meant a lot that he thought you would do the job well. But how were you supposed to answer that question? That you adored him and it would be torture to pretend to be with him for a week just to back to being coworkers after?

“We should practice,” you suggested instead of giving him an answer. The backstory wasn't overly elaborate, but you had to get it right.

He leaned forward, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Did someone say something to make you think you wouldn't be good for this assignment?” He asked in a low voice. “Because I'll straighten them out.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering. The thought of him putting someone in their place to make you feel better was swoon-worthy. “No, Bucky. No one said anything. You're right. I’m good for this,” you said before you added, “We’re good together.”

You couldn't read the look he gave you and it became more difficult not to squirm under his gaze. “Yeah,” he whispered, leaning back and clearing his throat. “So. We’re engaged. Going to a resort for a much needed vacation. We’ll have to mingle with some of the guests in between investigating the owner. One of the first questions will be how we met.”

With an exhale, you recited, “We met at a coffee shop. We both ordered the same drink.”

“An iced caramel macchiato,” he said.

“And we reached for the drink at the same time,” you smiled, making a show out of reaching for the glass on the table. “Our fingers touched first. Our eyes met second.”

“And I immediately asked you out,” he smiled.

Your heart swelled. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world when he smiled like that. “You did,” you said, trying to blink the longing from your eyes. “We went to dinner and talked a bit about ourselves. You told me you're a mechanic and I told you I’m a teacher. And once dinner was over, we went back to that same coffee shop and we shared an iced caramel macchiato.”

“Even proposed to you at the same shop,” he said, gesturing to your left hand. “But I actually got the ring after our first date because I knew I wanted you to be my girl,” he said with such conviction that you found it hard to breathe.

The way his eyes softened as he gazed at you, you found yourself believing him for a moment. You had to stay rooted in realism though. The point of the mission besides the actual mission was to act as if you two were crazy about each other.

Not that you had to do any acting on your part.

You cleared your throat and pulled your hand back from the glass. “If only that were true,” you said, absentmindedly twisting the ring around your finger. You weren't cynical about love, but this whole thing was a reminder that you were single and alone.

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Heat crept up your neck. You shouldn't have said anything. “I mean, it just would've been nice if we met at a coffee shop,” you replied to avoid saying you wanted to be his girl.

“What’s wrong with how we met?” He asked, crossing his arms.

The metal arm gleamed under the light. You noticed that he had a tendency to wear long sleeves and gloves whenever he was in the building, but seeing him with his sleeve pushed up and missing glove? You would almost say he was comfortable around you.

Again, he had to play the part right.

You pulled yourself from your thoughts when he said your name, which sounded like it melted on his tongue. It made you press your thighs together. You needed to stay professional. “Do you not remember what happened or are you just being nice?” You asked.

Months ago, the day you met Bucky, Steve informed you that he planned to introduce you to him after he came back from a long assignment. Not only were you excited to meet one of his best friends and a great soldier, but you had wanted to make a good impression on him. What you did was make an ass out of yourself when you turned the corner only to smack right into the former Winter Soldier.

And splattered your beverage on both of you in the process.

Instacrush and a horrible impression on your part.

Bucky’s lips curled in a smile as your eyes widened. “You do remember,” you said, wadding up a nearby napkin and tossing it at his face, which he easily caught. “Oh, my God! That’s why you chose ‘coffee shop' for this, didn't you?”

You concentrated so much on getting the backstory right that it didn't occur to you that he was maybe poking fun at you. He wasn't the kind of guy that liked making others feel bad though. Tease you, sure. Outright make fun of you at the risk of hurting your feelings? He would never.

“Hey, I didn't choose how we met, but I also didn't object,” he said, raising his hands in surrender when you went to throw another napkin at him. “And I wouldn't forget meeting you, doll. You make a lasting impression.”

You wished you had done something to make him remember you besides spilling a drink on him. “I guess making an idiot out of myself is a lasting impression,” you teased.

Something dark flashed in his eyes, making your breath hitch. “That’s not what I meant. You didn't make an idiot out of yourself and I don't like you thinking that or talking down about yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, not used to someone getting so defensive at your self-depreciation. There was something sexy and heartwarming about it. “You were very nice about the whole incident.”

“You were nice, too,” he said, gesturing to his torso. “I mean, you offered to buy me a new shirt.”

“Because I spilled my drink on it! I felt bad,” you said.

“And when I said you didn't have to buy me a new shirt, you said, ‘Are you sure I can't pay for the dry cleaning at least, Sergeant Barnes?’” he said in a falsetto voice.

He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “I don't sound like that, first of all, and I was being considerate,” you said. You couldn't believe he remembered your exact words. “And you just gave me that half confused smile of yours before I grabbed napkins for both of us to clean up.”

“You mean this?” He asked, his lips stretching in that familiar awkward grin.

“Yeah, that,” you giggled, your heart doing that funny flip that happened far too often around him.

In the beginning, whenever you smiled at him, he gave you that very look in return. Somewhere along the way, the uncomfortable glances on his end became genuine fondness. It didn't mean anything though.

Just an agent being kind to another agent.

Bucky stared at you as you continued to giggle at the memory. “I’m sorry. I just-”

“I love your laugh,” he said, almost making you choke on your own breath. Nothing like forgetting how to be a human and breathe. “And your smile.”

Maybe he had switched back into practice mode. “You do?” You asked, playing along as you smiled directly at him.

He swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I do,” he replied, his voice thick as he unfolded his arms. “You know, you're one of the people that actually smiles at me. And you look me in the eye when you talk to me.”

“Why wouldn't I?”

“Because some people are still afraid of me,” he whispered.

Your heart sank. He was a good man. A hero wrongly painted as a villain. It wasn't fair what he went through and you had no reason to fear him.

Why couldn't everyone else see the good in him?

“I’m not afraid of you, Bucky,” you promised. And after what he went through, frightening people was the last thing he would do. “Never have been. Never will be.”

“Maybe you should be,” he muttered, some of the light leaving his eyes.

Your eyes narrowed as you tempered the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Seeing this vulnerable side of him also brought out your protective instinct. “Listen to me. You’re amazing and a good man, okay? And if I don't get to call myself an idiot for spilling a drink on you, then you don't get to say I should be scared of you, Sergeant Barnes,” you said with an air of finality.

He gave you an impressed smile. “Just like that? Because those are totally different things you're comparing.”

“Just like that,” you said, putting your hand on the table for him to take if he wished. “Do you trust that I'll have your back on this mission? Because I trust that you'll have mine no matter what.”

He stared at your upturned hand for a moment before he took it. “You're one of the only people I do trust,” he admitted.

His eyes bore into yours as you tried to find the words to respond. He wasn’t feeding you a line to make you feel good about yourself. Bucky Barnes trusted you.

“Then trust me when I say we got this,” you promised. You would look out for him and let him know that he hadn’t misplaced his trust in you.

“Why don't you have a boyfriend?” He asked suddenly.

The switch in topic jarred you, but he didn’t let go of your hand. “That’s. I’m. What? How is that relevant?”

It wasn't smooth, but it was better than blurting out that your hopeless crush on him was one of the major factors.

“I’m curious,” he shrugged.

“Oh. Well. My last boyfriend dumped me for being an agent. Seriously, he didn't like the fact that I could kick his ass if I wanted to,” you told him, squeezing his hand without meaning to. He didn’t object. “Which I wouldn't.”

“You could kick my ass if you wanted to,” he winked. Physically, Bucky was broad and strong. You weren’t sure you could take him in a real fight, but you could take him another way if he ever offered. “And your ex sounds like an asshole if he can’t stand beside and support an amazing woman.”

You smiled humorlessly. “Thanks, Bucky, but I’m not-”

“I swear to fuck if you talk down about yourself again, I will put you over my knee,” he threatened, his eyes darker than they were seconds ago.

You didn’t laugh as he stared at you. Neither did he. Your clothes suddenly felt too heavy, your body too warm. Licking your lips, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Is that a promise?”

Bucky pushed his chair back and pointed at his thigh, his eyes still on you. “Get over here and find out.”

Oh, fuck.

The sound of Bucky’s phone ringing snapped you both out of whatever spell you two were under. “Shit,” he muttered, taking his hand from yours. “It’s Steve. I better-”

“Yeah, you should answer that,” you said, almost knocking the chair over as you stood. “I think I'm going to call it a night.”

“Wait, what?” He asked, answering the phone. “Hold on, punk,” he said, covering the screen as he looked at you. “You’re going to bed now?”

Guilt settled in your stomach at the hurt in his eyes. “Just going to lay down. I may not go to sleep right away. And we can practice more in the morning,” you replied. You just needed to step out of the room and take a breath.

He waited a beat before he nodded, the tension still lingering. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, leaving him alone so he could talk to Steve.

You splashed a bit of water on your face when you went to the bathroom to change. The assignment hadn’t started and you couldn’t keep your cool. With squinted eyes, you pointed at your reflection and mentally scolded yourself. Yes, you wanted Bucky Barnes and maybe, just maybe, some part of him wanted you. At least, he wanted you enough to put you over his knee.

You couldn't have him though. Could you? Mixing business with pleasure could lead to complications if you crossed that line, but it wasn’t like you’d break some major bylaw by being his girl.

Now wasn’t the time to think about that.

“Get your shit together,” you hissed, rushing through your nighttime routine and changing into your comfortable yet sexy nightgown.

Your eyes went to the bed when you left the bathroom. Just a regular hotel bed. Inviting, but not overly frilly. Large enough for the both of you, but small enough that you might end up in each other’s arms.

“It’s going to be a long night,” you muttered.

Sighing, you left a light on for Bucky to see and crawled into bed, shutting your eyes as he wrapped up his call with Steve. You tried to block out the sound of his footsteps as he made his way to the bathroom. Maybe his nighttime routine would take a bit longer than you thought and you could drift off and wake up to the sight of his beautiful eyes and-

The bed dipped as Bucky curled up behind you, your eyes opening when he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him. You were conscious of every shift in his body, every breath he took. How you could smell his lingering cologne as he pressed himself closer. How he ran warmer than you and you wanted him to heat you up even though you weren’t cold.

And that he wasn’t wearing a fucking shirt.

“I know you aren’t sleeping,” he whispered, his fingers brushing along the fabric that covered your skin. “Your heart’s beating too fast.”

He was right. It was about ready to burst through your chest. “Can’t sleep.”

“Why not?” He asked, helping you roll over so you were on your back. He didn’t remove his hand though. “Did my ‘threat’ make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it didn't,” you assured him, heat pooling between your legs that you couldn't prevent. “I wouldn't have continued with the banter if I was uncomfortable.”

“Just making sure,” he said. “I was only teasing.”

You huffed out a laugh in an effort to cover up the crushing feeling in your chest, your arousal fading to a dull ache. “Of course, you were,” you uttered. Teasing. Nothing more. “Good night, Bucky,” you said, turning your head away.

He brought a hand to your cheek and brought your face back toward him. How did his eyes look so blue in the faint light? “Don’t go to sleep yet, please.”

“Why not?”

“You rushed to bed and now you're shutting down. I clearly said or did something wrong,” he sighed, which made you feel bad. He hadn't done anything wrong in your eyes since it wasn’t his fault you wanted his teasing to mean something. “I need to fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix because you didn't break anything,” you said, the ring heavy on the finger. “But can I ask for a favor?”

“Of course,” he whispered.

You didn’t dare search out his gaze when you said, “I may need reminders this week that you don't actually have feelings for me.”

A few seconds went by before he asked in a small voice, “What?”

You took a breath to compose yourself. The last thing you needed to do was get upset for no good reason. “We’re going to hold hands and cuddle and share a bed and be a couple, but you may need to give me a reality check now and again that you only see me as an agent. Okay?”

Maybe he’d ask Steve for a new partner in the morning.

“You think I only see you as an agent?” He asked, sighing when you nodded. “I used to be good at this.”

“Good at what?”

“Teasing. Flirting,” he answered, leaning in close. He stopped just before his lips touched yours. “Kissing.”

“Wait. You were flirting with me?” you said, not moving forward or back as you put a hand on his chest. His heart raced as fast as yours. And your brain couldn’t compute that implication that he wanted to kiss you. “You weren’t just practicing for the assignment?”

He huffed out a laugh this time. “You’re killing me, doll,” he whispered, closing the distance.

You imagined Bucky kissing you before, but didn’t think it would ever be so soft. His lips barely brushed against yours, but it felt like the beginning of something more. It tempted you like nothing else ever had. He must’ve felt it, too, since he deepened it. You melted. You surrendered.

You never stood a chance.

“So, you like me?” You asked when he pulled back a little to gaze at you. “I’m sorry. I just need to hear you say it because I really like you and have for months. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have said that because we have a whole week together for this assignment and now you know and I don't want it to be weird.”

Your mind almost shut down when he gave you a full-blown smile and said, “Yeah, I like you. I thought it was obvious. I tried dropping little hints, talking about your smile and trusting you.” He chuckled almost shyly as his words sank in. “I took this assignment because of you.”

A moment passed before you giggled, happiness blooming in your chest. Bucky Barnes liked you. Wanted you. “Thank fuck,” you breathed, pulling him back down for another kiss.

He groaned, ravaging your mouth as he moved on top of you. His knee pushed your legs apart so he could settle between them, swallowing down your whimpers when he pressed his growing hardness against your pussy. He ground his hips, your panties soaked as his tongue tangled with yours. The man kissed you like he had something to prove.

Like he wanted to own you.

His muscles rippled as he leaned up and grasped the bottom of your nightie. The vision of him above you like this was now engraved in your mind. “If you want me to stop, I will.”

Sleeping with him was moving fast considering you just confessed your feelings for each other, but you didn't care. “Don't stop,” you whispered, quivering as he tugged the fabric over your head.

Your hands moved up to cover your chest before he gripped your wrists. “Are you trying to hide from me?” He questioned, his smirk playful in comparison to the uncertainty in his gaze.

You didn't want him doubting himself or your want for him for a second.

“Maybe? I mean, look at you and look at…”

You wouldn't knock on your looks since you were generally confident in your appearance, but the super soldier was an entirely different level of gorgeous. He towered over even the largest of agents, with the exception of Steve, and his dark lashes framing his steel eyes were enough to pull you under.

And who were you compared to him? Just another agent. Average.

“Don't,” he whispered, releasing a wrist so he could cup your breast. You arched your back and any uncertainty in his eyes before faded when a moan escaped your lips. “You're so fucking beautiful.”

The praise almost made your eyes water as he brought his head down, losing focus when he swept his tongue across your nipple. Your eyes fluttered shut as he did it again, a wave from a sea of ecstasy crashing over you. Your heart thudded faster, addicted to the feel of his sinful mouth.

“You’re the reason I don't have a boyfriend,” you whined, your fingers twisting in his hair. Why did you say that?

He smirked against your skin before he reached down and tore your panties away. “I haven't gone on a date because of you.”

Your body throbbed with need as you met his gaze. “You're just saying that to get in my pants,” you joked.

His eyes raked down your body, stopping between your trembling thighs as he pushed his pants and underwear down. “If I had my way, I would've taken you out first,” he said, drawing a moan from you when he wrapped a hand around his thick cock. “But all I can think about right now is how loud you’ll say my name when I make you come.”

“Bucky,” you moaned, tempted to reach down and touch yourself to the sight of him.

“Louder than that,” he said smugly, rubbing the tip of his cock along your slick folds. “Fuck, I wanna take my time and explore you. Make you feel like a goddess. Treat you the way you deserve.”

It warmed your heart and sent another wave of desire through you knowing he wanted to take care of you. “I know you'll treat me well,” you smiled, opening your legs wider. “But for now, please, fuck me.”

He didn't ask about birth control, which you were on. You didn't ask about condoms. It didn't matter. You wanted to feel all of him.

You glanced down as he lined himself up, watching as he slowly eased into you. It was overwhelming as you took every inch, your mouth falling open with a moan. You floated in a cloud of lust, the sound of his groan reaching your ears.

“Look at me,” he ordered as he bottomed out.

Your eyes flew to his as he gripped your chin. The feel of him inside you, his eyes staring so intently into yours that he practically touched your soul. It was almost too much. And that was when he began to move, the weight of his body on top of yours as he fucked you in slow and deep thrusts. It was the kind of lovemaking that would make you crave more.

Crave him.

“Knew you'd take me well,” he grunted. You whined, the praise going straight to your core as you tightened around his thick cock. Your walls couldn't stop gripping him as he slid in and out. “Knew your pussy would be greedy for me. Won’t let me go.”

Your head fell back against the pillow, dizzy as he trapped your body under his. As he rolled his hips, you wondered if he’d let you ride him at some point. Maybe he’d fuck up into you as he brought your hips down. Or maybe he’d lay back and cup your breasts, let the weight bounce in his hands as you took all of him.

You’d take whatever he gave you.

The growing pleasure within you was like you were burning from the inside out, each movement from him stoking the flames. His low groans mixed with your whines, his thrusts increasing in speed when he brought his thumb to your clit. Your hand worked its way back into his hair as you cried out his name, your control slipping further and further away as he took over.

“Just like that,” he moaned. “Don’t hold back on me. Wanna hear every pretty sound you make.”

“Bucky, I'm gonna…” you trailed off, your orgasm building fast in your core and ready to burst.

“Come,” he finished for you, a filthy smirk on his face as he laced his fingers with yours.

One more thrust and you were gone, his name falling from your lips as you came. Your mouth stayed open as you spasmed, pleasure rushing from head to toe. You panted and didn't care if you'd ever properly breathe again. That was how good it felt.

“I’m close, doll,” he gritted, resembling a growl as he continued to fuck you and chase his release. “Gonna come inside you. Gonna own you.”

“Come inside me, Bucky,” you begged, watching through half-lidded eyes as his face contorted in ecstasy. It was such an erotic sight. “Please.”

He buried himself deep with a long moan as he filled you in hot, thick spurts, nuzzling his face in your neck when he finished. He said your name as he heavily breathed against your neck and it was the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You wrapped your arms around him when he stayed inside you, not at all bothered as your mixed release slowly trickled out.

You didn't want him to let you go.

“Well,” you huffed, a dopey smile on your face as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I don't think we’ll have a problem convincing people we care about each other.”

He chuckled, kissing your warm skin. “And we won't have a problem sharing a bed,” he said, keeping you close as you yawned. “Sleep, doll. I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, too,” you said, feeling him smile against you as you drifted off.

The delicious ache between your thighs was the second thing you noticed when you woke up. The first, of course, was Bucky’s arm and leg draped over you: warm, protective, perfect. He was still fast asleep, the blanket pooled around his waist, completely at ease with the world. You could get used to waking up like this.

You hesitated before you touched his cheek, not wanting to wake him as you kissed his forehead. You wished you had time to kiss every scar on his body and worship him the way he said he wanted to worship you. The two of you would have to leave the bed sooner or later. There was work to do.

“Mmm. Morning,” he said, his voice laced with sleep as he cracked an eye open.

“Morning,” you whispered, cuddling closer as he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed over the ring. The motion made you brush against his crotch and you were close enough to hear the hitch in his breath. You did it again, keeping your gaze innocent as he opened his eyes more and groaned.

Yes, there was work to do, but it was still early.

“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” He teased.

“Yeah, I’m still horny,” you replied. Waking up next to him would arouse anyone. “Need you to fuck me again.”

“You won’t be able to walk if I fuck you again,” he smirked, rolling on top of you and digging his fingers into your waist.

“Should’ve known you’d be a cocky boyfriend,” you teased back, your heart thundering in your chest as he leaned down and skimmed kisses along your jaw. “Sorry, we didn’t put a label on this and there’s still stuff to figure out and the mission and-”

“Hey. Boyfriend, your man, whatever you want to call me, I’m yours,” he cut you off, his mouth drifting to your neck. “And I still owe you a date, got it? You’re my girl. You’re mine.”

“I'm yours,” you gasped when he nipped your skin hard enough to sting, his tongue soothing it after. You were his and he was yours. “So, we're a couple now? Just like that?” You smiled as he worked his way back to your lips.

Bucky answered you with a kiss. “Just like that.”

I struggled a bit with this one after having to scrap almost 2k and go in another direction, but I ended up falling in love with it. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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