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rageserenity · 3 months

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It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.

For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!

With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)

The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.

Mutual Pining

Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.

2. Alternate Meetings

There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?

3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink

This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!

4. Canon Fix-It

All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.

5. Hurt/Comfort

Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️‍🩹

6. Canon Compliant

Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!

7. Beach Divorce

Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!

8. Domestics

Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.

9. Found Family

The real heart of x-men!

10. Time Travel

There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.

11. AU

Love a good AU!

12. There Is Only One Bed

Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?

13. Genosha

By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.

14. Declaration(s) of Love

Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?

15. Jealousy

Need I say more.

16. Reunion

These two have absolutely no chill.

17. Soulmates

Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.

18. The DOFP Aircraft

The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?

19. Gay Mutant Road Trip

You already know.

20. Body Swap

SO fun when people have superpowers.

21. First Kiss

When? How? Who initiated it?

22. The Mansion

Mansion!content is a genre of its own.

23. Conflicting Ideology

Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.

24. Sebastian Shaw

A trope unto himself.

25. Team As Matchmaker

They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?

26. Cooking

Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…

27. Hurt No Comfort

Plenty of scope with these two 🥲

28. Growing Old Together

Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!

29. Making Up

*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe

30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.

I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁

*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)

If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.

Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!

#revivecherik #cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmfc #james mcavoy #michael fassbender #x men days of future past #x men #charles x erik #magneto #professor x

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callmehere-iwillappear · 1 year

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rec list (last updated: 10/22/23)

aka 'if you liked [cmh] you might also like [insert other really good fic here]' bc there are So Many amazing fics out there good lird

few things. first off if you see a disaster twins bias no you don't. second i tried to find all the authors' tumblrs but there were some i couldn't - if you know any of the ones i missed let me know!

aaand third, there are just. SO many good fics i ended up splitting things up. this is the rec post for multi chapter fics, here's the one shot rec post

Multichapter Fics

Complete

A Twin Thing (@minumi-chan)

Four times Donatello rejects Leo's notion of them being twins, and the once (and future) time he embraces it.

GOD THE TWINS EVER.... funny in parts but also hurts in the best possible way and thankfully has a happy ending to soothe the pain. i literally love them so much

Because We Could Not Stop For Death (@turtleinsoup)

After Leo dies, Donnie builds an android of his twin. After Leo dies, he comes back. He does. And Donnie will not ever let him go again.

very very very very VERY heavy please mind the warnings but god. god. another take on the 'leo dies in the prison dimension' concept that btw WILL make you cry. like a lot. absolutely incredible study of grief. i am never going to be the same person after reading this

coming right on back for you (@taizi)

Rise!Mikey’s portal in the prison dimension takes Leo a little bit farther than he meant for it to. 12!Mikey finds a familiar-looking stranger.

soooo full disclosure i haven't actually watched 2012 tmnt. that said even without that, this fic rules. incredibly soft and heartwarming. i love them

Corrupted Upgrade (@dandylovesturtles)

His brothers think they don't need him anymore? Well, fine. He doesn't need them either. The old Donatello is gone. He'll build a new one. One that will make them regret they ever threw him aside. Building things is what he's good at, after all.

i can't say too much without spoiling the twist, but oh MAN guys it's real good. come get your donnie hurt/comfort juice rn. also for a hurt/comfort fic it has NO RIGHT being so funny so often

Dimensions Apart & Home Again

"Who said I'm hiding?" Leo scoffs. Normally he wouldn't take such a sharp tone, but he's tired and not in the mood for what he feels to be an interrogation in his own bedroom. "You all know where I am. I live here, remember?" “Yeah, very funny. And you know where we live. But nobody's seen you for two weeks.”

ooohhh post movie hurt/comfort my beloved... leo is isolating and donnie kicks his ass. metaphorically. mostly. meanwhile raph and mikey are also having a certified Bad Time but it's okay they all get comfort by the end

Havoc, Thy Name is Donnie

Donnie accidentally turns himself into a child while experimenting with mystic power. It's cute until Donnie gets his hands on his older self's tech and then it's really uncute and Leo and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. are having a heart attack.

child donnie is an absolute MENACE and it's INCREDIBLE. terrorizes leo. terrorizes shelldon. terrorizes some random criminals. terrorizes april. terrorizes draxum. all in the course of a single day. 12/10

how to get very good at juggling (@radishhqueen)

The Krang invasion put a couple of things in perspective for April. One of them was how much she wanted her parents to meet the Hamatos. The only difficult part is…getting her parents to meet the Hamatos.

the turtles meet april's parents! it goes... about as well as can be expected. REALLY good april centric post movie fic

little kid with a big death wish (@remedyturtles)

Leo's mind rebelled against the sensation. The heaviness burst into awareness, body, limbs, lungs, blinking. The middle distance he'd apparently been staring in focused. Leo was awake. Leo was aware. Leo was alive. Being alive wasn't something he thought he'd be.

genuinely don't think i could ever recommend this fic enough. mind the warnings as it does get very heavy but. god. idk how to express how much this fic means to me in just a few sentences but like. you'll understand if you read it (also for. an actual summary: post movie recovery fic with a side of extra leo)

Nothing Haunts Us (like the things we don't say)

The boys learn the hard way that truths can hurt. Well, some of them.

truth spellllll you love to see it! lotta post movie angst + some good comfort at the end + bonus the boys actually being emotionally vulnerable and talking about their issues (even if it's not 100% by choice)

Trial and Error (@apatheticrobots)

Leo ends up in the past. This changes some things.

YES the healing (well. eventually).... big fan of the leos' dynamic in this one. also that One Scene (the one with the animatic. if you know you know) gives me goosebumps EVERY time good god

Unfinished business

When one dies leaving something undone, there's a belief, that they do not go gentle into that good night. They linger on until they've finished what they couldn't while alive. And for four turtles, that business is using the Poltergeist movie as inspiration.

bad future ending but make it HILARIOUS. tldr the future turtles haunt the SHIT out of the krang. that's all i'm giving you because that's all you should need. they fucking rick roll them. please

Use Only For Intended Purpose (me!)

That's probably not how mind melds are supposed to work.

sorry for reccing my own fic do you still love me /j BUT FR if you like post movie disaster twins hurt/comfort with a side of dream sharing. i got u

Where in the World is Neon Leon?

Leo practices portalling on his own. This is not a good idea for many, many reasons.

set over the course of the show + the movie! aka leo trying so so hard to be seen as reliable and getting incredibly fucked up over it. also making new friends

write this down on my headstone (it wasn't what i hoped for) (@bottledovercast)

it’s as he drifts listlessly through the cold-as-shit hellscape that leo’s willing to admit, maybe this wasn’t what raph meant. aka: i do not believe for one second that there were No Problems in between getting leo out of the prison dimension and the final scene of the movie.

i genuinely do not know how to do this one justice with words. it's written impeccably and the hurt/comfort is just. chefs kiss. please read it (+ has a sequel now that's also absolutely incredible!)

In progress

At My Worst (@teainthesnow)

Future Leo ends up back in time, stuck in the body of his younger self, who is still conscious but trapped within his mind.

genuinely LOVE this concept like there's a lot of (really good) future leo goes back in time fics but i'm pretty sure this is the only one i've read with them sharing a body? god the dynamic is. SO good. one of my fave future leo + present leo dynamics ever tbh. just. chefs kiss

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good (@dandylovesturtles)

Leo is cursed by a mystic whatever thingy. But don't worry guys, he's totally got this! Getting back into his body? Easy peasy. (He hopes it will be easy peasy.)

will smith poses fellow ghost(ish) leo fic my beloved! ngl this one kinda has a special place in my heart so i May be biased BUT even aside from that it's just. so good. the premise is so interesting and it's written super well and in character and also i would like to give leo a hug PLEASE GOOD GOD

I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? (@tangledinink)

When Hamato Yoshi is presented with the chance to return to the surface with his sons and give them a 'normal' life as humans, he takes it. He didn't think that they would forget about that whole turtle thing. But it seems kind of too late to tell them now. Surely they won't find out any other way, right?

human au! ... kind of. actually brooches au but they THINK they're human which is fine until, y'know, it's not. currently in the 'not' part of the fic and it's just going really great for everyone! you love to see it

In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own

It was a huge mistake on the Kraang's part to kidnap the wrong half of the wrong set of brothers and leave behind two very worried twins. And not just any twins. The disaster twins.

another crossover with 12tmnt which. again i have not seen, but like. this fic is just. REALLY good. it's set pre movie so there's not that trauma, it's literally just the twins fucking the 12 kraang up and living up to their nickname while the 12 turtles (and rise mikey and raph) look on in horror

i think i would prefer the prison dimension (@purplecatghostposts)

Leo gets sent to the Kraang Apocalypse Future that he really didn’t want to think about. Future Leo, Mikey, and Donnie are absolutely baffled by him. Nobody is happy.

you've heard of future leo in the present, now get ready for: present leo in the future! he gets dragged into the apocalypse instead of getting pulled out of the prison dimension back to his brothers and boy he is, understandably, Not Thrilled!

Last Grain of Sand in the Hourglass (@last-hourglass)

The one where the Hamato family is freaking the fuck out, Leo is lost in the Prison Dimension, and a very-time-displaced Leonardo refuses to leave his younger self behind. (Oh, and there may be some mystic hauntings afoot. You know, the usual result of messing with the space-time continuum.)

future leo gets saved while present leo stays in the prison dimension! there's A Lot going on in this one and half of it is BIG spoilers but just. oh my god. this shit is SO well written i am eating it

Mikey's Jam-Packed, Guaranteed to Get Donnie's Memory Back, Friendship Tour!

Donnie wakes up without his memory one day and everyone panics. They're just going to have to jog his memory the old-fashioned way! Through the power of friendship! [And a small (I was wrong. A very large) degree of violence and shenanigans]

donnie gets amnesia and SO SO MANY shenanigans ensue. also a tiny bit of angst but it's fine

Minor Interference (@bambiraptorx)

The turtles accept Draxum's offer to train them. Little does he know that they're only going to use it mess with him.

haha draxum accidental dad moments... well okay not entirely just yet but he's getting there! the turtles are PEAK teenager literally just causing problems on purpose and it's incredible

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis (@mutantninjamidlifecrisis)

In the midst of attempting to make peace with his death at the hands of the Krang, Master Leonardo is suddenly yeeted over two decades into the past, courtesy of his little brother.

YEAAHHH another future leo fic! mans gets dropped into the past and IMMEDIATELY kidnapped and brainwashed so things are going great (it's fine he gets better. you know how it is)

odd man out (@threestripeslider)

The one where Future!Leo somehow managed to luck out on a one in a million mere millisecond chance of a freak glitch in the space-time continuum that sends him back into the present, where the Invasion has been successfully driven back. And it looks like it was a one-way ticket travel.

DAD FUTURE LEO MY BELOVED.... he really took one look at these kids and said is anyone else gonna give them a third (3) dad and did not wait for an answer. also big fan of casey's high school adventures LMAO

Power Up

Leo also gets healing hands like his 2k12 counterpart. Sadly, they end up backfiring on him. Who needs to know though?

leo taking 'it's not about me' to the extreme. good god please get this kid some therapy and self worth. the AGONIES

The Lemonade Leak (@turtleinsoup)

The one in which Leo can’t sleep without his swords, because there is a monster in his room, pretending to be Donnie.

oh man. oh MAN. legit one of my fave fics out there. i'm not usually a big thriller person but this one GETS ME + the way the author writes the different perspectives is just. chefs kiss. genuinely has me on the edge of my seat every single update

The Neon Void

Five years. It's been five years. Hamato Leonardo was back. But he was no longer who he once was.

krangified leo! ... sort of. absolutely delicious angst and also i want to rattle leo's brothers. TALK TO EACH OTHER

Three-Sided Coin (@leglessstreetlights)

Highly self-indulgent fic where I put Leo, Future!Leo, and TurtleTot!Leo in the same room until they hug

what the description says! room is a bit of a stretch and present leo is fresh out of the prison dimension So There's That. some really sweet moments in this one though. tiny leo my beloved

this year we lost our dear brother leonardo

The aftermath of the Krang, and of pulling Leo out of the portal. 90% comfort and silly banter.

this is a series not a single wip but i'm saying it counts because i love it a lot. hope this helps <3 yeah what it says on the tin. immediately post movie family hours you love to see it

Times Five

Leo gets struck by a mystic beam that splits him into five parts of himself; literally.

god the TWIST. still losing my mind over it. the whole thing honestly. lotta dealing with leo's complicated emotions about the invasion and himself, really really good tbh

Write Me Well, My Love, Write Me Weird

When stories start popping up on various media outlets of the Turtleman, New York Cities own personal cryptid, most of the world shrugged. To the citizens of New York? fear, excitement, adoration for this odd and lovable creature. Everyone is quick to share stories and memories of their encounters, much to lament of Turtleman's older brother.

leo and donnie get spotted by humans (more than once) and said humans post about it on social media, as humans tend to do. raph is Not Thrilled. angst (and eventual comfort) ensues

#talk tag #fic recs #sorry abt my commentary i am NOT a film critic and there IS a reason for that </3 #kinda bounced between summarizing and just. going 'eating this eating this' and shit like that. u know how it is #anywayy read these fics. holding you all at gunpoint /j #not fic related #MAYYY update this and the other post bc there are 100% some i missed. just went through my subscriptions and marked for later and bookmarks #but i def feel like theres some i missed somehow. augh #but i dont wanna sit and stare at this forever agonizing over if im forgetting any SO. just shoving it at u all. enjoy

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astaldis · 6 months

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Comfortember Masterpost

Hi, thank you so very much for this fun event and the inspiring prompts ❤️❤️❤️

Here's my comfortember master list, all the fics are for The Witcher:

The Present

Prompts: 1 Safe, 3 Leaves Changing, 4 Warmth, 18 Cuddles, alt. 3 Travel, alt. 4 Candles, alt. 5 Colours

Summary: It is the evening of the last day of October, Samhain, a magical night where the gates between worlds are wide open for those who can travel through space and time. Ciri can, and she has a surprise for her boyfriend Cahir, a very nice surprise. (Words: 1,656 / Fluff & Mild Smut)

A Night Among Elves

Prompts: 2 Sweater Weather, 4 Warmth, 5 Treehouse, 25 Rain, 26 Friends, 29 Sleepover, alt. 2 Baths

Summary: Unexpectedly, Cahir and Gallatin run into each other during a raid. The weather is shitty and Cahir is cold. Fortunately, Gallatin has a remedy. (Words: 6,208 / Hurt-Comfort)

Shadows in the Dark

Prompts: 7 Sick / Illness, 13 Baking, 27 Soup (Chapter 5)

Summary: The shadow. There it is again. Fuck! You thought you had lost it after running from the accursed property as fast as your legs could carry you. Now your lungs are burning and your heart is pounding in your ears like it is going to explode any second. You are so exhausted, you are ready to drop on the spot. But you cannot stop running or it will catch up with you. The nameless, shapeless horror. This eery black thing that has been stalking you all the way from the old, abandoned mansion. How you wish the night was already over, that the first rays of morning sunlight would make the shadow disappear, but it is not long past midnight yet. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Will you still be alive by the end of the night, or is the shadow going to get you? Will you die here, just because of this stupid, stupid bet?

Fortunately somebody arrives just in time to save your arse from the shadows stalking you. A Witcher, exactly who you need. (Words: 10,410 / Hurt-Comfort, Witcher Cahir)

Who'll save you when you fall?

Prompts: 1 Safe, 4 Warmth, 9 Aftermath, 22 Cry, 25 Rain, 27 Soup (Chapter 3)

Summary: It is the reign of the Usurper and today justice is to be served. A hanging. Only, things do not go as smoothly as they are supposed to go. Or: Emhyr meets young Cahir for the very first time. (Words: 6,625 / Hurt-Comfort)

Stranded

Prompts: 1 Safe, 4 Warmth, 18 Cuddles, 23 Anxiety, 26 Friends, alt. 3 Travel

Summary: On their way from Toussaint to Stygga the Hansa get separated from each other in a natural disaster. Regis, Geralt and Angoulême find themselves stranded on a little island while Milva and Cahir are missing. (Words: 1,630 / Hurt-Comfort)

I will bring you ruin

Prompts: 7 Sick / Illness, 23 Anxiety, 26 Friends (Chapter 2)

Summary: At Kaer Morhen, Cahir tells Ciri something that makes her scream ... (Words: 6,048 / Hurt-Comfort)

Scary is the night (and full of honey cakes and kittens)

Prompts: 1 Safe, 4 Warmth, 12 Dreams, 24 Blankets, 26 Friends

Summary: "Kiss me!" she orders, her emerald green eyes gleaming with lust. However, it is not lust of the kind you would expect when you are told to kiss the girl - no, the princess. It is blood-lust her eyes are shimmering with ... (Words: 1,111 / Emotional Hurt-Comfort)

A Sunday in Beauclair

Prompt: 20 Shopping

Summary: Geralt hates shopping. But Fringilla has a surprise for him. (Words: 555 / Mild Smut)

Enchanted Lake, Enchanted Dream

Prompts: 12 Dreams, Alt. 2 Baths

Summary: For once Cahir is not haunted by Ciri in a nightmare. This dream is very different ... (Words: 700 / Mild Smut)

Saving Each Other

Prompts: 8 Grief/Mourning, 10 Sadness

Summary: Milva is sad. Cahir helps her forget. (Words: 200 / Mild Smut)

Not A Selfless Present

Prompts: 15 Plushies, 17 Heirloom

Summary: Regis has a very special present for Angoulême. It is not a totally selfless one, though. (Words: 350 / Friendship)

Sometimes I fall to pieces

Prompts: 16 Tea Break, 18 Cuddles, 21 Relapse, 28 Flashbacks, alt.1 Books

Summary: Cahir has a bad flashback and Yennefer has to pick up the pieces. Luckily, she knows how to. (Words: 1,000 / Emotional Hurt-Comfort)

#comfortember masterpost #comfortember 2023 #prompt challenge #the witcher netflix #the witcher fanfiction #emiel regis #cahir #milva #geralt of rivera #jaskier #yennefer #cirilla #angoulême #fringilla vigo #gallatin #emhyr var emreis #comfortember #the witcher tv #the witcher fanfic

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buckyismybicycle · 2 years

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CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit (later) Tags/Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurities, Body Image Issues, References to Depression/Anxiety/Eating Disorders/Alcohol Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Powers/Hockey, Team Bonding, Slow Burn (sexy tags include Service Top Bucky Barnes, Hair-pulling and who knows what else) Summary: Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong. [Read on AO3 here] A/N: I’ve been posting this to AO3 but honestly it’s beloved so it’s coming here too. This is the second of my two fics for WIP Big Bang, so updates will be heavy until September 22, 2022! My lovely artist, kingstoken made me cover art, which can be seen below the cut and in my masterlist!

Steve

When Steve hears that they’ve traded for James “Bucky” Barnes, he can’t believe it’s true. He has to bite back the spike of frustration towards management — so instead of calling Fury, he calls his James – Rhodey – instead, telling him how garbage the move is.

“It’s all good, Cap,” Rhodey chuckles all too cheerfully. “I only got a year left on my contract and the wife’s been buggin’ me. I didn’t think I was going to get much longer anyway.”

“Aw, come on Rhodes, that’s horse shit. Your age ain’t ever held you back.”

“Well it sure as shit makes things harder, don’t it?” Rhodey fires back. “Look… Wife’s expecting again.”

“Shit,” Steve blurts out before he saves himself. “Congrats man, that’s amazing.”

“Yeah! Yeah, it is. She’s just a few weeks so we haven’t told anyone. Anyway, I want to experience it this time. Not always on the road… I’ve got a fair share of diapers to change to catch up.”

“You’re retiring,” Steve states blankly.

“Yeah, I’m probably gonna make it my last year,” Rhodey confirms.

It’s a lot for Steve, to hear that not only is he losing his alternate captain to another team, but that he’ll soon be out of the sport entirely.

“I’m happy for you,” Steve settles on, trying to summon the enthusiasm for his friend. It’s the truth; he is happy for Rhodey, it’s just not the life he ever saw for himself. He loves the sport too much to leave it. “We should get together before you go.”

“Yeah, for sure.”

The phone call had put him in an even worse mood.

—

When he gets a call two hours later from the GM, he picks it up with gritted teeth.

“This is Rogers.”

“I know you’ve heard the news.”

“I have.”

“Good,” Fury says with a breeze, either not sensing or simply not caring about Steve’s inner turmoil. “Then you know I have a special assignment for you.”

“Are you serious?” Steve doesn’t bother to try and hide the disdain.

“He needs a role model, Rogers.”

“He needs his parents,” Steve retorts.

“Yeah, we’ll he doesn’t have any, so, you’re going to have to do. I’m not asking.”

That’s the kind of finality that makes Steve take a breath. He’s a professional, he’s a team captain, he can handle a rowdy kid.

“Right.”

“We’re putting him up in the same building, he’s 514. His flight lands this weekend. I’ll send you the details. Just show him the ropes, move the kid in, and make sure he gets his ass to the intro meeting on Monday morning.”

“Right,” he repeats.

—

He spends the next two days cleaning and re-cleaning even though his apartment is pretty tidy already, a perk of living alone. He doesn’t even know why he does it, it’s not like he needs to show off to some wild child that he’s babysitting.

James B. Barnes was notorious for his partying — hell, it’s probably why he’s being booted out of Boston. Steve remembers a tiny feeling of resentment when Bucky had been drafted first overall to Boston Bruins, Steve’s hometown.

And while Steve played for Dallas, a part of him will always be the ten-year-old scrawny kid in his Boston Bruins bedsheets, with posters of Bobby Orr and Raymond Bourque on his walls and the Stanley Cup in his dreams.

So yes, he had been bitter about not winning the cup, like he is every year. But he had watched Boston go on, living the playoffs through them vicariously. He had watched the team push into the finals, and battle it out, keeping an eye on all the players. Barnes was good — fast, and a hard shot to boot, even as he danced around the ice. His skating was beautiful, and Steve would never admit it, but he envied it.

And then they won the Stanley cup, and Steve watched a baby-faced, nineteen-year-old Barnes lift the Stanley Cup in his fucking rookie year.

Then, he had watched Barnes absolutely tank his second year in Boston. How the internet blew up with pictures of Barnes dancing on table tops shirtless, his smile drunk and dopey and headlines that read “out of control”. After that, all Steve could think about was what an idiot this kid was, drinking his opportunity away when he’d only just gotten into the league. A dream for most, and he was throwing it away.

Seriously, why is he cleaning his place?

He stops himself, forces himself to send a captain-ly message to the phone number attached to introduce him and welcome him to the team. It sounds like a cookie cutter message even to him, but then again, so is the reply.

“Thanks, looking forward to meeting you and the rest of the team.”

—

True to his word, he reads the email that’s forwarded to him with Barnes’ itinerary. The greeting email he’s copied on from management, though? That one, Steve skips. He’s not in the mood to read the fake, sugary welcome.

On Saturday morning, he hops in his truck, and leaves for the airport, fifteen minutes early, in a simple pair of jeans and a light grey shirt to combat the Dallas heat. The windows are rolled down, the radio playing softly, and when it’s time for the flight to land, he hops out of the truck and leans against it to wait.

He sends a message to the number he was given, with a description of his truck and what he’s wearing. It’s another twenty minutes of Steve dicking around on his phone until a tall brunette, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, walks towards him with a duffel bag.

Steve has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the obnoxious display incoming – black skinny jeans and a shirt that’s too tight on top of the cap and sunglasses? Yeah, Steve can already tell he’s not going to like this kid.

Bucky

It’s a new start for him, that’s what Bucky keeps telling himself because it’s all he can do to make it feel better, make it feel less like rejection. Less like he’s being thrown out like last week's trash. It hurts — it cuts deep in a way that he never expected, the words burrowing into his heart and making its rotten nest there.

“You’re going to Dallas.”

He understands that it’s hockey, that trades will happen and it feels like only 1% of the entire league will stay playing for the same team their whole careers, but he hadn’t expected to be picked first overall, to win the Stanley Cup in his first year, and have it mean nothing. Every drill he’s ever run and every 5am workout seem like a slap in the face now. Why had he so desperately pushed himself to be the perfect star, if they were just going to give him away? And that’s the thing – they traded him for James Rhodey, who’s near the end of his career, and 4th round pick, which means shit all.

Because that’s what Bucky’s worth. Shit all.

He’s staring at the suitcase that he’s packing, sees the white, black and yellow jersey that he had kept as a momento and he simultaneously wants to cry and set it on fire.

Pierce comes in then, it’s just the two of them since his wife is at work, and gives him a look, one that screams disappointment. Bucky can feel his eyes sting.

“We’ll have to get you to the airport first thing in the morning,” Pierce says. “So make sure you don’t leave anything.”

Maybe it’s meant in a way to gently remind Bucky not to forget anything he needs, but what Bucky hears is “don’t leave a single trace of you in my house.”

He nods.

“I’m sorry, James, but it was merely business.”

Bucky didn’t expect any favouritism, of course, but he had hoped that his billet family would have considered him more than just another player. But Pierce, who had been his coach, his father-figure, his keeper, didn’t even look back. Bucky packs up the last few things that were his and closes the suitcase, laying back down on the bed that he would sleep in for the last time.

The thing about airports is that there’s always an ocean of people — something that Bucky is still nervous about. He doesn’t mind flying with the team for away games, he doesn’t mind flying with his friends, but now he’s on a commercial flight all by himself, after his face has been plastered on every sports magazine and online article possible. He is very much aware that he had been trending on Twitter, even though he was instructed by PR not to look at anything. But Bucky’s curious by nature, how could he not look?

He hadn’t gotten out of bed at all that day.

Bucky shoves a baseball cap on, low and right over his eyes, even though he put sunglasses on as an extra safety measure. Hoping that his clothes were pretty nondescript, he spent the whole flight with his head down and his headphones in, praying that the next few hours pass without any recognition.

At least the flight is smooth, with no delays, and he finds himself looking out the window at a whole lot of land. He’s played Dallas and watched their footage at practice, so he knows they’re a decent team, they just don’t have the same energy as the Bruins. The welcome text he had received from the captain seemed pretty standard, so he had replied in kind because he was raised with manners, and now the same phone number texted him again.

“I’ll be waiting with a blue Ford truck. F150. Jeans and a grey T-shirt.”

As if Bucky wouldn’t remember what the captain of the Dallas stars looked like, the goddamn brickhouse that he is, with a wicked slapshot and baby blue eyes.

There weren’t a lot of people on the flight, which tells Bucky a whole lot about Dallas as a vacation spot, so he’s able to get through bag check quickly. He regrets the hoodie, because even inside the airport – with air-conditioning – he can already tell that it’ll be a hot mess outside. Tying the hoodie around his waist instead, he follows the signs with his duffle slung over his shoulder and his suitcase rolling behind him, trying to find salvation.

When he does get outside, he’s thankful for his thin white shirt because it is balls hot. He doesn’t even need to scan for that long before he finds a giant pick up truck with a giant man leaning against it.

Something about the way that Steve Rogers stands commands a certain respect. It reminds Bucky of Rumlow, who stands at 6’1” with his arms crossed at all times and a stance that suggests you were in trouble. So even though Steve is leaning against his truck, it’s almost like Bucky is about to get scolded already. Steve looks up at him as he approaches and Bucky can’t read his face, but it looks annoyed. Hell, Bucky supposes he’d be annoyed too if his Saturday morning was spent picking up baggage. The anxiety makes Bucky heat up even worse than the Texas sun.

“Hi, Steve,” Bucky greets as best he can, keeping the tremor out of his voice and offering his hand.

“James.” Steve takes the other hand with a firm grip. “If nothing’s going to melt in there, feel free to throw them in the back.”

Steve

James nods, then chucks his duffle into the bed of the truck with a little effort and then picks up his suitcase and does the same. Steve looks away from where the white shirt has risen up, because he doesn’t need to know that James Barnes wears Calvin Klein and can’t afford to get distracted by the beautiful, intricate lines of his tattoo running up Bucky’s arm.

Steve doesn’t say all the things in his head like “do you know how hard some people have to work to be here” or “you’re wasting your talent” because he’s not even that much older than James, and also: it’s none of his damn business. When James hops in the car, he closes the door surprisingly gently, which earns some points from Steve, he supposes. Even with both their windows rolled down, Steve can make out some sort of rich cologne underneath a fresh spring smell and it… It‘s nice. James takes his sunglasses off and Steve’s caught off guard for a moment when the most brilliant sapphire eyes turn to look at him.

“Thanks again for this,” James says. His voice is softer than Steve remembers.

“S’not a problem,” Steve replies cordially, looking over. The moment their eyes meet, James turns to look out the front and something doesn’t sit quite right in Steve. James is — because Steve had done his research immediately — 6’1” and 200 pounds. It’s only an inch shorter and fifteen pounds less than Steve, but at their height it's a nearly indiscernible difference, and yet James looks small. His head practically rests on his chest, looking down at his hands, which are empty, but fidgety. The lines in his shoulders are tense, since they’re up to his damn ears which makes Steve take a step back in his head.

And immediately makes him feel like a dick.

James had just packed up his life and moved a good six hours a way with no friends and no family. Steve remembers that feeling, of starting in a new place. Granted, he didn’t have any family and had stayed with the owner of the team, Tony Stark, who spared no expense. James had just won a Stanley Cup and then been traded. And Twitter (and SportsNet and TSN and Instagram and —) had put him through the wringer.

The more Steve thinks about all the things that he’s sure makes James hunch in on himself, the guiltier he feels. He clears his throat.

“You hungry?”

James’ head snaps to him, like he’d been lost in thought, and opens his mouth to speak. It takes a moment, as if he were trying to think of the words carefully.

“Um, I was planning on exploring, after, maybe,” he fumbles anyway.

“There’s a great diner on the way,” Steve offers, watching James weigh his options. After a beat, he adds, “I could use it too.”

“If you’re sure,” James replies, like he’s still not convinced what the right answer is.

“I’m sure.” At that, he watches James’ shoulders drop, just a fraction, and maybe, just maybe, his face loses some of its tension too. Steve’s distracted by the way the soft strands of James’ hair whip around him as they drive, when he leans on his elbow, resting half outside the window.

And the road. He’s obviously watching the road.

Bucky

When Steve pulls into the diner, the sign is a neon red and reads “Maximumoff Effort” with a soft glow of fluorescent lighting. There’s other cars in the parking lots – mostly trucks and a shiny blood red Jeep Wrangler that Bucky admires. The outside looks quirky, with a deer head hanging over the door and the wooden exterior reminds Bucky of a cabin.

He can smell the food before they even enter the doors – like fried goodness and an artery clog. Still, he follows Steve diligently into the restaurant and the inside is, for lack of a better word, whacky. Honestly, Bucky kind of falls in love. The diner’s filled with red seats and silver barstools, and there’s more of that neon lighting inside, such as a huge “BAR” sign with an arrow pointing to the back in a matching red as the sign outside. There’s one for “DINING” and “WELCOME”, some exit signs and one that simply says “JACKASS”. Bucky likes the Jackass one a lot, because it’s green and white, the Dallas Stars colours, and it’s hanging over a jukebox. There is a jukebox.

Aside from that, the restaurant is actually dimly lit, and there are people seated all over the place. A man, who has his back turned to Bucky, mans the bar and he can spot a woman with long, red hair bustling from table to table.

Bucky takes a look at all the decorations, misplaced but artfully so, rugged and homey in a kick your shoes off anywhere sort of way. It’s already so different from Boston, and Bucky doesn’t want to jinx himself, but he already likes it here. Steve nods at the redheaded waitress, and goes to take a seat at a booth, closer to the back, and Bucky follows his lead. It seems like Steve comes here frequently enough, especially when a server comes by with a “the usual?”

“Actually, I think I might take a look at the menu today,” Steve responds, clearly surprising the server. His name tag says Pietro, and his light hair is tousled atop his head, his facial hair trimmed.

“Well, well, aren’t we full of surprises!” Pietro dutifully grabs them two menus, and asks if they want to start with something to drink. So it’s water to start, and Bucky finally opens his menu. They’ve hit lunch time so the lighter breakfast options are off the table, much to his dismay. The burgers though – the burgers look amazing, and he knows that’s what he can smell in the air, and shit, it’s been so long since he’s had a burger. He’s practically salivating at the thought, what is wrong with him?

He forcibly tears his eyes away to the salads and other entrees, but every few lines, his eyes jump back to the Stars Burger. It’s funny, and even if their hockey team wasn’t the Dallas Stars, Bucky would still be drawn to it, because barbecue sauce on a double patty? It sounds like heaven.

“See anything?” Steve asks, interrupting Bucky’s internal dilemma.

“Um –” Bucky pauses, because he doesn’t want to make a bad impression in front of his new captain. “Uh, everything kinda looks good?”

“Hm.”

Bucky squirms inside, because it’s a flat-sounding hum, and Bucky feels like he hadn’t given the right answer. “The, uh, the Stars Burger, they didn’t name that after you, did they?”

That, apparently, is a better answer because Steve throws his head back in a laugh. “No, otherwise it’d be the Rogers Burger.”

Oh, alright, so Rogers can joke now, huh?

The smile stays on Steve’s face when he continues, “but it is named after the team, yes. It’s actually my usual.”

Bucky’s eyebrows raise in surprise, but before he can say anything, Steve closes his menu and says, “try it.”

Don’t tempt me.

“Er – I –” Bucky stops, then thinks about his past week. Had he had a cheat day? Not that he can recall… So maybe the burger wouldn’t be so bad? He looks up to Steve, who’s looking back expectantly. “Yeah, okay.”

Steve offers him a small smile, and a warm feeling of something akin to acceptance bubbles in his chest.

When Pietro comes back, Steve sheepishly orders. “The usual,” he admits, and Pietro rolls his eyes.

“How did I know we would come back to this, hm?” He hasn’t bothered to take his notepad out.

“Same for you?” Pietro asks Bucky, not realizing that Bucky has no idea what The Usual even entails.

“Ah, my usual is the burger with a side of fries and a vanilla milkshake.”

“Oh my god,” Bucky blurts out, the sheer amount of calories shocking the words out of his mouth. “Um, I mean – just the burger for me.”

“You sure? We got the best fries on this side of town,” Pietro waggles his eyebrows.

“It’s true,” Steve confirms. “Trust me.”

“Okay, the fries too, then,” Bucky caves, secretly thrilled. “But water’s fine, thanks.”

“Comin’ right up,” Pietro promises, and floats away to the other tables. Even though the restaurant is pretty full, the two of them don’t seem to need any help at all.

“That’s his sister, Wanda,” Steve explains, watching Bucky’s eyes. “The restaurant’s been in their family a while.”

Bucky nods, because it makes sense why they’re so comfortable. “It’s nice.”

“It’s a team favourite, you’ll be back a few times.”

It’s something in the way he says it, with a certainty — you will be back, not you might be back. The smallest grain of something settles in Bucky.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he says, smiling genuinely for the first time since he landed in this sweltering place.

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thiccbuckybarnesfic · 3 years

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Title: you will always be my favorite form of loving

Category: M/M

Relationships: Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes, Past Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Original Characters (children), Sharon Carter, Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Modern AU, Kid fic, Meet Cute, Single Dad Steve Rogers, College Student Bucky Barnes, Bartender Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort, Lil bit of Angst, Panic Attack, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Drama, Bucky: the slutty step mom every teenage daughter hates, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Daddy Steve Rogers, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Size Difference, Dirty Talk, Big Dick Steve Rogers, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Deep Throating, Rimming, Manhandling, Spanking, Hole Slapping, Coming Untouched, Coming on Command, Light D/s dynamics, A Dash of Feminization, Sexting, Almost Getting Caught, Disaster Bucky Barnes, Insecurities, Piercings, Misunderstandings, Breaking Up and Getting Back Together, Falling in Love, Snotty Teenagers, Meeting the Ex, Happy Ending, Happy Father’s Day 2021

Word Count: 28,411 (3/3, Complete)

Summary:

Bucky, a 22 year old disaster college student who bartends on the weekends, meets a handsome guy on a fateful Saturday night. He goes home with him and is happy to find out that Steve thoroughly checks off every kinky box he has. That is, until he is rudely woken up the next morning and comes face to face with a little girl asking him why he’s in her daddy’s bed.

What Bucky thought was just a one night stand with a big dick daddy turns out to be the start of him falling in love… with a single dad of two?

Read here on AO3

Special thank you to @dreadlockholiday for beta’ing <3

#happy father’s day 2021 #had to write a dad and DADDY fic for father's day dont judge me #this was supposed to be 15k and well that didnt work out did it #thicc fic #stucky fic #steve/bucky #i wrote this in three days lmao #here she is lads i think she's a beaut

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Stucky Fic Rec List #15

Saturday, July 3

🍒 By Light of Day by @beaarthurpendragon, art by @kocuria - [Explicit; 8,2k words]

[Canon Divergence; Pre-War Stucky; Established Relationship; Genderfluid Bucky; Non-binary Bucky; Bucky In A Dress; Make-up; Coming Out; Hurt/Comfort; Blow Jobs; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Spooning; Soft Stucky; Angst With a Happy Ending]

It’s heavy from the beads, but the fabric is smooth beneath his fingers—silk, maybe, from the slight sheen—and when he unbuttons the back and steps into it, and feels the smooth heavy drape sliding across his skin, he can barely breathe.

(On a cold Friday night in 1940, Bucky Barnes becomes whole.)

🧭 not a language but a map by magdaliny - [Gen; 5,7k words]

[Canon Divergence; Wakanda Stucky; Getting Together; Aphasia; Recovering Bucky; Angst and Fluff; Happy Ending]

Bucky darts forward suddenly, shaking his head. He puts his hand on her shoulder, then lays his palm flat on his chest—and then makes a fist and pounds it hard, twice, right over his heart. The look on his face is stern but fond, an expression Steve hasn't seen since 1943, directed at one or more of his sisters when they thought the world was ending over baseball scores, or their homework, or a boy; Bucky hadn't ever let anyone get away with self-pity. That look would usually be followed up by C'mon, pipsqueak, let's go for a walk, but what Steve guesses Bucky's saying now is more along the lines of: You didn't let me down.

🥧 you will always be my favorite form of loving by @thiccbuckybarnesfic - [Explicit; 28,4k words]

[Modern AU; Kid Fic; Single Dad Steve; College Student Bucky; Human Disaster Bucky; Age Difference; Meet-Cute; Hooking Up; Explicit Sexual Content; Daddy Kink; Size Kink; Explicit Sexual Content; Almost Getting Caught; Bottom!Bucky; Dirty Talk; Dom/Sub Undertones; Falling In Love; Insecurities; Family Drama; Meeting The Ex; Past Peggy/Steve; Panic Attacks; Misunderstandings; Breaking Up And Getting Back Together; Hurt/Comfort; Angst With a Happy Ending]

What Bucky thought was just a one night stand with a big dick daddy turns out to be the start of him falling in love… with a single dad of two?

📿 Ethos Logos Pathos by @im-weapon, art by @elkleggs - [Explicit; 12,8k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Wing Fic; Seraphim Bucky; Blasphemy; Enslavement; Religious Imagery & Symbolism; Supernatural Elements; Dubious Consent; Explicit Sexual Content; Bottom!Bucky; Sex In A Cathedral; Hurt/Comfort; Happy Ending]

Rococo curls slid over his brow in a charming cascade. It all looked very contrived. Steve didn’t buy it, really. “You, a ‘fallen angel’, can’t leave a cathedral?”

“A cruel irony. I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time,” the being smiled sweetly at the floor.

“Waiting for me? Specifically for me?” Steve folded his arms.

The slightly owlish gaze lifted again, “I don’t reveal myself to just anyone.”

Steve Rogers is restless and alone one night when he stumbles upon something even more supernatural than he’s used to in a deserted cathedral. Suddenly bible stories don’t seem so fanciful when there’s a very real angel standing alone at the altar, tragic and begging him for help.

#stucky fanfic #stucky fic rec #fic rec #rec list #dready's fic recs

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foilfreak · 3 years

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Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 2

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(Link to ao3 version in comments below)

Chapter 2:

The journey to Mother Miranda’s personal laboratory was much shorter and more enjoyable than the original walk to the meeting site, in Salvatore’s humble opinion.

Mother Miranda was mostly quiet, distant, and preoccupied throughout the duration of the walk, even more so than normal. That being said however, while this sort of behavior would usually spell disaster for whichever one of the 4 lords was forced to be in her presence during these sorts of moods, in this situation, Mother Miranda did not appear tense or agitated or hostile like she usually would be. Just lost in thought. As though she were only quiet because she was too busy thinking about something else to speak. She didn’t even seem to mind his various attempts at starting conversation, which surprised, but endlessly delighted, the mutant man.

‘Mother must be in a very good mood today. She hasn’t hit me or told me to shut up the whole time we’ve been together. Maybe she’s made another breakthrough with the cadou? I’d certainly be very happy if I were in her shoes’ Salvatore excitedly thought to himself as the woman in question stepped forward to unlock and open the large steel door of her personal laboratory, allowing Salvatore to step into the facility before closing and locking it again behind her.

“Moreau, do you recall the set of mutation experiments I began at the beginning of last year?” The raven mother asked, turning around and beginning to quickly make her way down the long, dark corridor.

“Y-you mean… the o-ones with the new c-cadou strain th-that I… that I d-developed… f-for you?” Salvatore stutters, breath labored and body struggling to keep up with the taller woman’s vastly larger steps.

“Correct” Mother Miranda says, turning a corner. “As impressed as I was with the final results of this particular strain, I’m afraid it still isn’t good enough. None of the subjects I implanted with cadou last year turned out to be favorable candidates.”

Salvatore stops in his tracks, a look of horror and agony on his face as news that he’d failed mother once again practically tears him apart from the inside out. “O-oh Mother… I-im so s-s-sorry to h-hear that… b-but don’t w-worry… I’ll-I’ll try h-harder next t-time… I w-won’t fail y-you again Mother, so p-please… please j-just give me a-another chance to get it r-right… i b-beg of y-you…”

Mother Miranda stops and turns toward the mutated lord, staring at him in silence as he drops to his knees and grovels at her feet, begging desperately for his failures to be forgiven.

“Off your knees, Moreau, this behavior is unbecoming of a Lord such as yourself. Besides, I never said that you were the one to blame for the lack of successful results, nor am I necessarily displeased by the fact that these experiments yielded failed vessels.”

Salvatore allows his gaze to rise to his mother’s face, where, true to her words, the parts of Miranda’s face that Salvatore could make out from behind her mask did not appear marred with the familiar expressions of anger and disappointment that the 4 lords were usually met with after another round of failed vessels.

“Y-you’re… you’re not upset with m-me?” The deformed man asks, his voice laced with shock and disbelief.

“No, my child, I’m not upset with you. While these experiments may have ended in failure, they did provide me with useful information that may prove to be pertinent to our mission in the near future. In fact, as I said earlier, the reason why I’ve brought you here is because I want to give you a gift, as a reward for all your incredible work. Did you expect me to be upset with you simply because this round proved unsuccessful as well? Do you really think so poorly of your loving mother, who works tirelessly to ensure her children are happy and rewarded for all their faith and trust in me?” Mother Miranda sniveled pitifully, turning her gaze away in mock dejection as Salvatore, horrified that he’d insulted and hurt her somehow, scrambles to his feet, gently taking both of Miranda’s hands into his own and holding the supple skin to his bloated and deformed face, desperately hoping this would comfort her.

“No no no no, o-of course n-not, Mother… I-I’d never expect s-something like th-that from y-you… and-and I k-know better… b-better than a-anyone… just h-how h-hard you w-work… not j-just on y-your experiments… but f-for all o-of us… too… you l-l-love us… you… love ME… I-I’ll always love y-you, Mother… always” Salvatore blurts, stumbling over his words as he tries desperately to comfort Mother Miranda, an effort he’s seemingly rewarded for, when Miranda takes one of her hands away and brings it back to the top of Salvatore’s head, once again gently brushing her hand against it.

Salvatore’s knees nearly give out from under him as the heavenly sensation washes throughout his body like a raging typhoon, leaving him feeling tired and weak yet hungry and wanting for more, though whatever that “more” was, Salvatore was quick to beat it back down deep within himself, knowing this was neither the time nor the place for him to be entertaining such… primal desires about someone like Mother Miranda, no matter how little he intends to act on them.

“Thank you, Moreau. You always know exactly what to say to make Mother feel better. You’re such a good boy” Mother Miranda says, making sure to put extra emphasis onto the last two words as she reaches forward and pulls Salvatore closer to her.

“G-g-g-gggg… good… boy… me?” Salvatore chokes, tears beginning to fill his eyes as Mother Miranda’s arms come to wrap around him, pushing the deformed man’s face to lean against the soft, feathery material of her bosom.

“Yes, Moreau. You’ve always been very special to me. From the day I met you, you’ve been such a good, well-behaved boy that I never have to worry about” Miranda begins, her face blank and expressionless as she passionlessly strokes Salvatore’s face. “No matter how simple the task, those 3 are always making mistakes of some kind and forcing me to come and clean up their messes after them, especially that snake Heisenberg. But you? No, never you, Moreau, not my special, perfect little boy who always tries his best to make Mother happy. Do you enjoy making Mother happy, Moreau?”

“Y-y-yES! Of-of c-course I do” Salvatore moans, his voice slightly muffled by Miranda’s chest as he violently nods his head in affirmation, tears freely falling from his eyes as his head swims deliriously from the endless wave of kind words and gentle touches.

“Good! I always knew you did. And for that, I'm going to reward you with something very special. Something to… keep you busy... while I’m away for a little while” The raven mother coos again.

Salvatore stops for a moment when the meaning of Miranda’s words finally registers in his brain. “While… w-while you’re… away? You’re l-leaving us?” Salvatore asks, his voice growing increasingly distressed with each word.

“Only for a short time, hopefully,” Mother Miranda answers, “but yes, at the end of this month, I will be leaving the village in order to attend to some very important business I have. I’m not sure how my journey will fare, however I'm optimistic that it will be the key necessary to finally getting my Ev- uh… pardon me; the key to finally achieving our goal of creating a perfect vessel. Doesn’t that sound nice, Moreau?”

“It-it does” the deformed man says quietly, still put off by the mention of Mother leaving, but not wanting to put a damper on his mother’s incredibly rare good mood. “But… where is i-it… th-that you’ll be g-going… an-and for h-how long?”

“Just down the mountain to pay someone a visit, however I have no idea when I'll be back. That will depend on how successful my mission goes, I suppose.”

Silence falls over the two as Salvatore, still upset by the news that Mother Miranda would be leaving, continues to take in the comfort and warmth of his Mother’s arms for just a moment longer, selfishly wishing that Mother held him more often. Eventually however, Mother Miranda does pull back from the superficial embrace, gesturing for Salvatore to follow her once more, which the deformed man begins to do without question.

“Of the 4 of you, you’re the last one to come and pick your gift,” Miranda says, unaware of the visible slump that Salvatore’s shoulders take on upon hearing this. “However, despite there only being one option left, it would appear as though your siblings have decided to spare you their usual games of trickery this time around. If anything, I think you might be the one to have ended up with the best deal after everything is said and done.”

Salvatore looks up at Mother Miranda with an expression of mild confusion, wondering what on earth she could mean by that. His musings are quickly interrupted however, when the two enter a large room filled with various pods.

“Of the 22 test subjects we started with last year, only 13 were genetically compatible with the cadou parasite, and even then, only 4 ended up surviving the full mutation phase. Despite their impressively stable conditions, they still aren’t suitable vessels for my purposes, however I felt as though it would be such a waste to just do away with them. So, with that in mind, I’ve decided that my gift to you all, before I must leave you for a time, is to give one test subject to each of you.”

“G-give? You’re… y-you’re giving us t-test subjects?” Salvatore repeats dumbly, not certain he understood where this was going.

“Correct” Mother Miranda affirms. “This is easily the most successful batch of mutations we’ve seen to date, and given the amount of time and effort I poured into making sure these last 4 survived until now, I’d at least like to see some use gotten out of them before they die or suddenly lose control of their mutations and go rogue.”

“Like… l-like what?” The hooded man asks nervously.

Miranda merely shrugs her shoulders, uncaring. “Anything you like. Housekeeper. Playmate. Labrat. Partner in Crime. Whatever it is you desire of your gift, you may have without question. And in the event they refuse you… well, you’ll at least have a fun little toy to chase after for a little while.”

“I... see...” Salvatore says quietly, growing less and less excited about this whole “gift” thing, now that he knows that his gift is just another person.

Another person to scream and wail at how unbelievably hideous and disgusting of a monster he looks, no doubt.

Without another word, Miranda heads over to the large control table located in the middle of the room, pressing a few buttons before 4 of the many identical pods begin moving toward them. Steam pours out the tops and bottoms of the metal pods as the large capsules slowly finish lowering themselves from their hung pedestals, displaying them directly in front of Miranda and Salvatore. The man in question stands anxiously in front of the still sealed door, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as he waits for Mother to show him his gift, a myriad of thoughts and fears and worries flying throughout the mutant man’s mind.

“The first 3 have already been chosen by your siblings, but the one on the far right is all yours” Miranda says, pushing another button that causes the singular pod in question to click open, its door slowly beginning to rise upward toward the ceiling.

Salvatore nods in understanding as he tries to avoid watching the door of the pod open, instead hyper focusing on what Miranda is saying as the tension in the room becomes so thick it feels as if it could be cut with a dull knife.

After what felt like an eternity and a half of waiting, the pod door finally finished opening, and in that exact moment, as the disfigured man’s gaze finally fell upon the sight of his gift for the first time, his eyes went wide in shock, his mouth dropped open in disbelief, and his hands fell limply to his side in complete and utter bewilderment at the sight that stood before him.

“That… th-that’s… for me?” Salvatore manages to croak out, his throat suddenly dry as a desert and the air from his lungs having left him the second before.

Raising his hand up toward the creature wired into the pod, the hooded man finds himself unable to look away, feeling almost mesmerized as his mind struggles to figure out whether all this is really happening, or if he’d finally succumbed to the insanity of his condition and dreamt all this up as a sick and twisted way of coping with his soul crushing loneliness. Either one was just as likely at this point.

“I’m sure you’ll still be quite pitiful on the day I have to leave, but at least this way you’ll have something to keep yourself occupied with until I return, yes?” Mother Miranda says smugly, clearly pleased by his reaction. “So, what do you think, Moreau? Do you like the gift I’ve gotten for you?”

It wasn't until after several moments of silence that Salvatore finally responded. After stuttering and slurring unintelligibly over several sentences worth of responses, 2 words, and 2 words alone, finally managed to tumble from the mutant man’s lips, his eyes shining as he finally reached forward enough to slowly and carefully intertwine his fingers with the small and delicate hand of the beautiful young woman that slept peacefully inside the pod.

“She’s perfect!”

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rivals to lovers

pairing: pro hero katsuki bakugo x pro hero female reader

cw: fluff, angst, language and slow burn

chapters: ??

total word count: ?????

a/n: this is my first series fic and i planned it all out so hopefully it is around 22/23 chapters long and i’ll be posting every week hopefully on fridays except when i take a bit of hiatus from january to mid febuary, hope you guys like it and my first chapter will be posted next week

summary: in which two pro hero rivals become undercover partners, their main aim to infiltrate the paranormal liberation front , as they become something they never wanted to be, romance blooms, with old friends appearing and the likelihood of any success being slim. at least they have each other? right?

status: on pause

↞ back to my hero academia masterlist

chapter one ➺ auld rivals │14/12/2020 (2.0k) ↠ rivals

in which you and bakugo are rivals always competing against one another, you get called into the commission late at night, unbeknownst that bakugo is there you arrive expecting nothing important but instead are met face to face with the president herself

chapter two ➺ everlasting hatred │16/12/2020 (2.5k) ↠ rivals

in which the rivalry continues, both finally in the loop of what is occurring, an agreement is formed on the perfect plan as you both grow closer along the week, maybe the two of you could be friends of some sorts?

chapter three ➺ slim triumph│19/12/2020 (2.5k) ↠ partners

in which the fates of both you and bakugo are determined by one detrimental night, chaos and showmanship is put to the test and by the end of the night you’ll be the most hated people in all of japan

chapter four ➺ worthy allies │ 22/12/2020 (2.4k) ↠ partners

in which enemies become allies and by the end of the night your past friends become nothing as you prove your worthiness to the paranormal liberation front

chapter five ➺ ignited world │ 24/12/2020 (2.3k) ↠ comrades

in which you watch as everything you once loved becomes the ploy for a master plot, becoming something you hate you watch over the disaster the front has committed and even worse the front seem to have more secrets between each other than you and bakugo expected

chapter six ➺ foul enemies │ 28/12/2020 (2.2k) ↠ comrades

in which you and dabi get sent on your own little mission, his wariness of you leads to the threat of death and abuse of his own power, hurt and distressed of when the end point of this will be, bakugo is the last person you expected to bring comfort to you

chapter seven ➺ hidden motives │09/01/2021 (2.1k) ↠ comrades

in which the untrustworthiness of heroes has arised and you and toga get sent on your own little mission, what turns into gaining intel turns into something a lot bigger than you expected, with old friends coming back and an understandment that you were lied to for a very long time

chapter eight ➺ unveiled truths │➶ coming soon

in which bakugo brings you comfort after your revealation of your dead friend, now hearing the plan in action you realise that this might finally be the end of this slow mission

chapter nine ➺ enduring love │➶ coming soon

in which the night before it all ends, you and bakugo spend time on the roof together, talking of the old days and the new friendship that had evolved

chapter ten ➺ all revealed │➶ coming soon

in which the day arrives to the annual hero japanese leader board, now removed from the board you steal the spot light and start the plan, with the control of cameras and the revelation occuring, everything seems to have worked perfectly, until an expected guest arrives

chapter eleven ➺ feigning returns │➶ coming soon

in which old friends return and truths are uncovered from the long deceased

chapter twelve ➺ repeated offender │➶ coming soon

in which the cold city stands in front of you, the reinstation of you and bakugo and the uncovering of your friend leads to the past being brought up to date and a normal life to come

chapter thirteen ➺ drifted apart │➶ coming soon

in which you’re back in the hero agency but the long tie between you and bakugo seems broken, now on the loose end, bakugo realises maybe he has lost you

chapter fourteen ➺ true intentions │➶ coming soon

in which bakugo takes up extra hours and on a night patrol he sees something he had never expected to see

chapter fifteen ➺ green eyed │ ➶ coming soon

in which bakugo tries to tell you the truth but you take it as spiteful jealousy, with a fight occur, you choose the wrong man and bakugo is left without anyone again

chapter sixteen ➺ deserved celebratory │➶ coming soon

in which at a pro hero event you arrive with the one man bakugo hated to see you with, the weeks without talking making you both strangers again and an ending which might lead to your downfall arising

chapter seventeen ➺ common divergences │➶ coming soon

in which the arrival of the unexpected and a traitor among the masses makes you realise that the enemy was always one step ahead of you and closer than you ever expected

chapter eightteen ➺ always there │➶ coming soon

in which bakugo saves you just in time but a lightening strike may have ended up killing you instead

chapter nineteen ➺ remembering losses │➶ coming soon

in which memories fill through your head of every moment you had spent with bakugo and your near death approaching

chapter twenty ➺ one touch │➶ coming soon

in which the last minute save and win from bakugo, a victory for good but the devil is still around the corner and you still remain his target

chapter twenty-one ➺ enduring consequences│➶ coming soon

in which your savior arrives and the long torment comes to a close, your old friends forgotten and a new relationship blooming through it all

epilogue ➺ new beginnings│➶ coming soon

in which happiness comes to the ones who have been through the most

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buckupbuttercup · 3 years

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Wow guys! Touch prompts was amazing. Thank you so much to everyone who sent in a prompt. That was a much needed writing (and serotonin) boost. I officially wrote over 12K words in 8 days (edited and posted in ten!) which is a lot for me. Lately I’ve been struggling to write so this really lit a fire under me. And I had so much fun doing it! Once Big Bang is over (and I go through the rest of the prompts in my inbox, I promise you guys I see them!) I will definitely do something like this again.

Touch Prompt Master List

A Gentle Touch (T; 596 words; hurt/comfort, TW for implied domestic violence) @fleurdebeton requested (2) running fingers through hair and (20) bandaging/stitching up an injury

Everything looks worse in the harsh, bright lights of the bathroom and this is no exception. The cut slicing through Buck’s eyebrow is still weeping blood, a trail of rust stained into his skin from the corner of his eye down across his temple and along his jaw. Already the red, irritated skin is darkening with the promise of a bruise that will no doubt crawl up the side of his forehead by the morning.

The Cadence of Beating Hearts (T; 758 words; Buddie emotional hurt/comfort, angst) @fleurdebeton requested (9) listening to the other’s heartbeat & (36) lifting the other one up

The house is quiet as the first light of morning filters in through the curtains. Just the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning above the bed and the quiet shuffle of sheets as the body next to him shifts. It’s in moments like this, where the world is standing still, that Buck can give in. His worn out heart can unclench in his chest and he can finally breathe, knowing that they’re all safely tucked away in this bubble. Even if it’s only for a little while.

The Girl on the Ledge (T; 994 words; emotional hurt/comfort, TW for suicide) Anonymous requested (8) shielding the other one with their body

It happens so fast. One second she’s there and the next second she’s … gone. Just gone.

When they arrive on scene, she is already out over the ledge, barefoot and emotionless as she stands on the steel crossbeam of the bridge. The salty sea breeze whips her blonde hair up into a tangle, white sundress billowing around her knees. Her eyes though, bloodshot and haunted, paint the picture of desperation that will never leave their minds.

Kisses Interrupted (T; 1199 words; Buddie; fluff, slice of life, two tired dads) Anonymous requested (44) sitting in the other's lap

He scoots around Eddie to place the leftovers in the fridge and pulls out two beers. It might be a school night for Chris, but neither of them have shift tomorrow. He doubts they’ll stay up much longer than an episode of True Crime and a beer, but it’s worth a shot. They haven’t spent any time together in … weeks it feels like. And as lame as it sounds, he wants nothing more than to snuggle on the couch, wrapped up in Eddie’s arms. Or …

Dinner Plans (T; 1140 words; Buddie; domestic fluff, Eddie cooks!) Anonymous requested (27) pulling the other towards them

Buck eyes Eddie, and the disaster he’s making in his kitchen, with no small amount of suspicion. It’s not that he doesn’t trust the man, because he does. Every day on shift he puts his life in his partner’s hands when they run into burning buildings or scale down a cliff with nothing but a rope keeping him from plummeting to the rocks below. He trusts Eddie with his life and, more recently, with his heart. He just doesn’t trust the man with his stove.

More Than A Jeep (G; 1281 words; Buddie; mild hurt/comfort, car accidents) Anonymous requested (1) touching foreheads, (2) running fingers through hair, (3) hiding face in neck, and (21) kissing the other’s brow

A gunmetal grey Jeep sits in the middle of the intersection surrounded by skid marks. The back is smashed in from a pick-up truck rear ending it, but the worst of the damage is on the driver’s side. It’s crumbled in from a second impact, frame of the Jeep bowing inward, part of the roof and door cutaway. Just seeing the damage makes Eddie’s stomach twist into knots. Officer Williams’s eyes go wide in understanding, fingers releasing their grip. Eddie only spares a moment to nod a thanks in his direction before he’s sprinting away.

Shout It From The Rooftops (G; 661 words; Buddie; fluff, idiots in love, relationship reveal) @221bsunsettowers requested (14) putting an arm around the other’s waist & (44) sitting on the other’s lap

It’s not that he’s ashamed, because he’s most definitely not. Eddie loves Buck, that is a sure fact. Loves the man with every fibre of his being. And if he were a ‘shout it from the rooftops’ kind of guy, he would scale the highest mountain just so everyone would know.

Eddie Diaz, Terrible Patient (T; 1248 words; Buddie; sick fic, mild hurt/comfort) Anonymous requested (17) holding the other’s chin up & (45) feeling their temperature

Eddie is a pretty awful patient.

There is only a small window of time, twenty minutes to be exact, where he’s left unsupervised from the time Carla leaves the house with Chris in the morning until when Buck gets home from shift. Twenty minutes in the early morning in which most sick people would just stay curled up in bed. Not Eddie. No, instead Buck finds him hunched over in the kitchen wheezing through congested lungs as he tries to empty the dishwasher. Hence, terrible patient.

They Left A Scar (G; 771 words; Buddie; emotional hurt/comfort) Anonymous requested (17) holding the other’s chin up

Buck’s past lives in him like a knot of scar tissue, harmless and unnoticeable most of the time. Talking with his parents, though, is like poking and prodding at it until it strikes a nerve. Then they just seem to press all their weight against the tender flesh until Buck is crumbling under the pressure, body rocked with phantom pains that echo for days after.

Miles From Okay (G; 1120 words; Buddie; angst; hurt/comfort) @stellarm requested (28) feeling for each other in the dark

It takes a monumental amount of effort, but Buck’s able to move his arm, the one not pinned under his body and raging in agony. He slides it slowly across the floor in front of him as far as he can reach, fingers scrambling in the darkness in hopes of finding his missing partner.

“Eddie,” he moans to the shadows.

Scrapes and Bruises (T; 1387 words; Buddie; mild hurt/comfort) Anonymous requested 20) bandaging/stitching up an injury & (22) falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

“Any headache?”

“Other than the one you’re giving me?” Buck quips back.

Eddie cuts him a stern glare to which Buck just groans.

“No headache. No nausea. Never lost consciousness,” Buck tells him, monotone. “I’m painfully aware of every embarrassing second, thanks so much.”

Code Word: Penguin (G; 1458 words; Buddie; fluff, boys in love, marriage proposal) @buddiextarlos requested (2) running fingers through hair & (38) stroking their leg

And he knew, on a lazy Sunday morning with the early rays of dawn streaming in through the bedroom window, just the two of them tangled beneath the sheets in a quiet house, that he loved Buck. He had opened his eyes to see Buck’s face smushed into his pillow, blonde curls sticking up in all directions, lips parted as he snored away, and felt the world shift into focus once again. This is what he wanted forever.

Thank you all so much! Happy reading!

#911 fanfic #911 fic #touch prompts #buddie

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Samtember 2023 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!

Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It's that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson's birth month. That's right, it's ✰samtember2023✰ !!! 🎉

As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:

Fluff/Family Week (and Two Days):

September 1 - Free Space

September 2 - First Flight | Riley

September 3 - Delacroix | Louisana

September 4 - Siblings | Uncle Sam

September 5 - Fishing | Camping

September 6 - Day Off | Vacation

September 7 - Memories | The Future

September 8 - Figaro | Sick Day

September 9 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

Captain America Week:

September 10 - Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic

September 11 - Workout | Team Training

September 12 - Shield | Legacy

September 13 - Interview | Rumor

September 14 - Magic | Multiverse

September 15 - Undercover | Amnesia

September 16 - Night Out | Madripoor

AU Week:

September 17 - Wings | Angel

September 18 - Western AU | Cowboy

September 19 - Celebrity AU | Royalty AU

September 20 - Bird Telepathy | Redwing

September 21 - Zombie AU | Apocalypse AU

September 22 - Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic

September 23 - Birthday 🎂🧁

Canon Week:

September 24 - In the Air Force | Time in D.C.

September 25 - Part-Time Avenger | On the Run

September 26 - Working for Fury | Wakanda

September 27 - Post-Blip | TFATWS

September 28 - Post-TFATWS | Meanwhile, On the Boat

September 29 - Uniform | Cap Suit

September 30 - Sam Wilson

We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by typing samtember2023 in the add to collections option.

You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2023 or tag this blog @samsseptember - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month.

Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

What works count for this fan event?

Any of the following count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / moodboards

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you!

The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?

Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.

How long will this event run?

It will run from September 1st to September 30th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There will be! They will come out daily.

Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?

You can if you'd like, but it's okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2023.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re using (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to The Samtember Collection (under Samtember2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift” and “Sam Wilson is a Saint”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Samtember 2023 works!

#samtember2023 #sam wilson #sam wilson event #fan event #marvel #captain america #tfatws #captain america 4 #the falcon and the winter soldier

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you will always be my favorite form of loving by thiccbuckybarnes

Summary:

What Bucky thought was just a one night stand with a big dick daddy turns out to be the start of him falling in love… with a single dad of two?

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/ Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Kid Fic, meet cute, single dad Steve Rogers, Dad Steve Rogers, College Student Bucky Barnes, Bartender Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst With A Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Family Drama, Bucky: the hot young step mom that all teenage daughters hate, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, daddy Steve Rogers, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Size Difference, Dirty Talk, Big Dick Steve, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Rimmimg, Manhandling, Spanking, hole slapping, Coming Untouched, coming on command, Light D/s Dynamics, a dash of Feminization, Sexting, almost getting caught, Meeting the ex, Human Disaster Bucky Barnes, Breaking Up and Getting Back Together, Falling In Love, Insecurities, Piercings, Misunderstandings, Snotty teenagers, Happy Ending, Happy Father's Day 2021

Words: 28 411 words

Chapters: 3/3

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Characters: James Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Characters, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton

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h3rmitsunited-art · 3 years

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Whumptober 2021 Masterpost

Hey friends!

I am challenging myself to complete Whumptober 2021 this year! I've never participated in any of these like daily writing things, and I've been writing more, and enjoy reading some whumpy stuff, so I figured a fun next step would be joining in and writing some myself, and maybe some art pieces too.

Links to the posts/Ao3 fics are under the read more and will be updated throughout October. Not sure if I will get to every day's prompts, but we shall see!

I'll be tagging posts with #whumptober2021, so if you don't want to see these posts, you can filter that tag!

I'll primarily be writing for DGHDA for these fics.

Link to my Ao3 account

1. All Trussed Up and Still Nowhere to Go: “you have to let go”, barbed wire, bound

Drunken Zip Tie on Ao3

2. Talking Is Overrated: garotte, choking, gagged

The Perks of Working Alone on Ao3

3. Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but: taunting, insults, "Who did this to you?"

Just Fix Me on Ao3

4. Trust Fall: "Do you trust me?", taken hostage, pushed

WE HAVE MR. TODD BROTZMAN on Ao3

5. I've Got Red in My Ledger: betrayal, misunderstanding, broken nose

The Tie Between Us on Ao3

6. Touch and Go: bruises, touch starved, hunger

Alone in Gray Hell on Ao3 (dual with Day 20: Lost and Found)

7. My Spidey-Sense Is Tingling: helplessness, numbness, blindness

An Early Grave on Ao3

8. Coughing Up a Lung: pneumothorax (collapsed lung), exotic illness, "Definitely just a cold"

Touch A Nerve on Ao3

9. Rumors of My Death May Have Been Greatly Exaggerated: presumed dead, (blind) rage, tears

A Normal Death on Ao3 (1/2 chapters completed)

10. Oops I Did It Again: hospital, flare up, ice chips

Sick of These Dreams on Ao3

11. Just Keep Swimming: adrift, drowning, dehydration

Adrift Art/Drabble, posted on tumblr

12. It'll Be Fun They Said: torture, made to watch, begging

Share the Pain on Ao3

13. That's Gonna Leave a Mark: "This is gonna suck", burns, cauterization

Burn Art/Drabble, posted on tumblr

14. Under Pressure: crash injuries, beaten, force

Crash Landing on Ao3

15. Feed A Cold, Starve A Fever: delirium, fever dreams, bees

Sick of These Dreams on Ao3

16. On A Need-to-Know Basis: recovery, scars, aftermath

Sharing My Scars on Ao3

17. Field Care 101: "please don't move", hemorrhage, dread

I’m In Bad Shape (Or Bad Shape In Me) on Ao3 (combined with Days 19 and 29)

18. The Doctor Is In: "Now, smile for the camera", doctor's visit, CPR

Partners (In Sickness and In Health) on Ao3

19. Just A Scratch: bitten, bleeding, stabbing

I’m In Bad Shape (Or Bad Shape In Me) on Ao3 (combined with Days 17 and 29)

20. Lost and Found: trunk, trapped under water, solitary confinement

Alone in Gray Hell on Ao3 (dual with Day 6: Touch and Go)

21. That's Where the Blood's Supposed to Be: bleeding through bandages, pressure, blood matted hair

The Blood Is Real on Ao3

22. They Made Me Do It: cursed, demon, obsession

No Rest for the Holistic on Ao3

23. You Break It, You Buy It: auction, ransom, pursuit

Mistakes Were Made on Ao3

24. One Down, Two to Go: self-induced injuries to escape, flashback, revenge

Payment Due on Ao3

25. Hide and Seek: escape, flight, hiding

Don’t Make a Sound on Ao3

26. You Will Go Down with This Ship: fallen, waterfall, trap door

Wings of Fate on Ao3

27. I'm Fine, I Prom...: passing out, vertigo, collapse

Grounded on Ao3 (dual with Day 28)

28. It's Not Just in Your Head: "Good, you're finally awake”, nightmares, panic

Grounded on Ao3 (dual with Day 27)

29. All Work and No Play: "You’re still not dead?", too weak to move, overworked

I’m In Bad Shape (Or Bad Shape In Me) on Ao3 (combined with days 17 and 19)

30. Digging Your Own Grave: major character death, left for dead, ghosts

The Detective and The Ghost on Ao3

31. Hurt & Comfort: disaster zone, trauma, prisoner

Agency Fire Art, posted on tumblr

#whumptober2021 #masterpost #dghda #don't reblog this will be updated through october :)

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gameofdrarry · 3 years

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Canon Divergent

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Evitative by Vichan Rated: Teen Words: 222,452 Tags: Slytherin Harry Potter, Re-sorting, Dark Arts, Slow Burn, Dark!Harry Summary: In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Secondary Task by ProfessorFrankly Rated: Mature Words: 50842 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Frank discussion of teen sex, No actual teen sex, Canon-Typical Violence, If you've read GoF you know the last bit's where the violence and stuff is, Most of this fic has a "T" rating, Quantum Bang 2020 Summary: When Harry Potter’s name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco Malfoy decides the Boy-Who-LIved needs a friend, whether he wants one, or not. With his mother’s backing, Draco sets out to make sure Harry knows he has someone in his corner, for now, and if Draco has his way, for always. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Outtake: The Second Task by MickeySLee Rated: Mature Words: 30824 Tags: Secret Relationship, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Triwizard Tournament, Hostage Situations, Draco Malfoy is a Good Boyfriend, Harry Potter is a Good Boyfriend, Plot Twists, Romance, Fluff, Homosexuality, Homophobia, Good Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's A+ Parenting, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, weekly updates!, Hogwarts Era, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Bashing, POV Hermione Granger, Hurt/Comfort, Consent is Sexy, Fairy Tale Elements Summary: Part of the series Outtakes and A Hard Story. Fourth Year. The Triwizard Tournament. The Second Task. What would happen if Dumbledore made a different decision when it was discovered Draco is who Harry would miss most? Instead of covering it up and declaring Ron to be Harry's hostage, Draco is the one at the bottom of the lake. No one could have foreseen how much trouble that caused. You may want to read A Hard Story or Throughout the Twists to Times first. This story is completed and will be uploaded one chapter per week on Sunday. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Parades, Pansy, and fuck I’m too gay for this by false_heteros Rated: General Words: 2227 Tags: Pride is at the end :), A lot of pureblood bullshit, Loneliness, Draco is Sad, Harry Needs a Hug, Pride, Pride Parades, Modern Era, Sirius Black Lives, Mentions of past child abuse, Cedric Diggory Dies, past homophobia, Gay Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy Summary: After the war, Draco, who had been staying at home like a fucking hermit till Pansy came along, finally finds out about the LGBTQ+ Community, he dives head first into research and is amazed at what he finds. Harry wanders muggle London once every few days. Blending with the crowd and not feeling different for once. He comes along a group of people with beautiful colours around them. “What are they doing?” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Closure is a state of mind by Quicksilvermaid Rated: Explicit Words: 12229 Tags: Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Inappropriate medical/therapist relationships, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Lies, Self-Esteem Issues, low key stalking behaviour, Loneliness, Guilt, Therapy, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, taking advantage of a grieving person, Death of a Spouse, Character Death, (not Drarry), Disfigurement, Scars, Brief Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Drinking, First Time, Polyjuice Potion, Sex While Using Polyjuice Potion, pensieve sex, Voyeurism, wanking, Concealed Identity, Bittersweet Ending, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary: After Harry's husband Charlie is killed, his Mind Healer recommends a Polyjuice therapy company, so Harry can see 'Charlie' again and find closure over his death. Draco, whose life over the last ten years has gone from bad to worse, gets assigned Potter's case. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Harry Potter and the Yuletide Waltz by LakeWitch Rated: General Words: 3042 Tags: Yule Ball, Dancing, Hogwarts Fourth Year, six years later, Awkwardness, Meddling, Oblivious!Harry, more dancing, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Christmas, Holiday Season, Canon Divergence Summary: At the fourth year Yule Ball, Draco Malfoy asked Harry Potter to dance. Six years later, Harry Potter just might ask him why. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 When It's All Over by Erebeus Rated: Mature Words: 9292 Tags: Rape/Non-con, Unhealthy Relationships, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (not between main pairing), suicidal/death idolization, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Non-Graphic Violence, Spy Draco Malfoy, Loneliness, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Betrayal, Attempted Murder, Brief flashbacks and moments of panic mentioned, non graphic torture, Azkaban (brief), Off screen therapy Summary: If killing you makes Harry happy, you really don't mind. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch 22 by jad Rated: Explicit Words: 49895 Tags: Romance, Fluff, Humor, Complete, Letter!fic, Sexual Content Summary: As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 (I don't know) what's right and what's real anymore by Ladderofyears Rated: Mature Words: 2101 Tags: Harry Potter and the half blood prince, canon divergence, no septumsempra, guilty Draco, pov Draco, ghostly Myrtle, attracted Draco, pre-slash, pre-relationship, Harry is a hero Summary: An alternative sectumsempra scene from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Kiss by xErised Rated: Teen and Up Words: 10764 Tags: Hogwarts Era, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, Kissing in the Rain Summary: For the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, it's not Ron that Harry rescues from the Great Lake, but Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts-era. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 It’s Not Christmas (without you) by LittleBozSheep Rated: Explicit Words: 79213 Tags: Fluff, Family Feels, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Getting Together, Christmas, Slow Burn, Serious Slow Burn, Everyone ships Drarry, Apart from Drarry, Divorced Draco Malfoy, Divorced Harry Potter, Kid Albus, kid scorpius, Everyone makes a camo, side wolfstar, Besides the last chapter it's rated G, Christmas Fluff, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans Summary: Maybe agreeing to host everyone for Christmas wasn’t Harry’s best idea. Luckily Albus’s best friend’s dad is an events planner who agreed to help, only issue, turns out the dad is Draco Malfoy. Sarcastic and grumpy to everyone but his son. Will Harry managed to catch him and keep Christmas from being a complete disaster? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Leaves by TheLostLibran Rated: Teen and Up Words: 1190 Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff without Plot, Healing, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: A lot of work goes on underground, invisible to the naked eye. Though it doesn't mean that no development is occuring, the hopes of a huge, fully grown tree standing strong in the near or distant future only start sprouting when the leaves do. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Okay But That’s Hot by Fuschaslime Rated: Explicit Words: 3640 Tags: Anal Sex, Riding, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Lapdance, Slut Shaming, Established Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, Teasing, Begging, Safe Sane and Consensual, Bets & Wagers, Poker, theyre both over 18, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Banter, Perverted Harry, Slight fluff, Shameless Smut, AU where Lily Potter defeated Voldemort for good, and now everyone at hogwarts is kinda cool with eachother, apart from house tensions, Verbal Humiliation, Kinda Summary: Draco immediately regrets agreeing to a certain bet made at poker night when he realises he’ll actually have to hold up his end of the deal. Harry is ecstatic. OR Draco Malfoy bets Harry Potter a lapdance. He loses. ❤️ Read on AO3

#canon divergent au #canon divergence #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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deanwinchesterswitch · 3 years

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Weekly Fic Recs

Lots of feels this week.

I also read a bunch of the drabbles for the Flash Fiction Challenge: The Sequel! hosted by @justafangirlinafandomworld. But, because of tumblr's stupid fucking limits on posts now, I will have to include them on a separate post.

Legally Yours-Ch. 23 ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: Dean Winchester tops the list of hottest entrepreneurs 2020 and yet, there’s still something he wants but can’t have because, in order to get that, he would have to settle down and get married. She agrees too quickly because she wants to secure a more comfortable life for her and her daughter. Will she be able to help Dean get what he wants without losing herself in the fake story they spin up to deceive his father and the world?

Now and Then-Part 5 ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean met a few years ago, both lost in the uncertainty of their lives which were so far from what they had hoped for them to be, but love affairs end, some with heartbreak. Y/N moves on but when her new life sends her crashing back into Dean’s orbit, she wonders if, for her, it will ever truly be over.

Natural Disaster 2.0 ~ @calaofnoldor. Author's Summary: A follow up to ‘Natural Disaster 1.0′ in which you deal (poorly) with the emotional aftermath of the shooting.

In The Steam ~ @jay-and-dean. Author's Summary: Dean doesn’t want to be strong right now.

As I watched in Sorrow ~ @dontshootmespence. Author's Summary: After experiencing an unimaginable loss, Y/N floats through life, living for…she doesn’t know anymore. When it all becomes too much, she’s greeted by a woman in black with a deal so sweet, she can’t bear to let her grief and her morals get in the way.

The Famous Final Scene ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: Now it’s time to leave. Yes, now it’s time to leave. It’s the famous final scene.

Goodbye ~ @firefly-in-darkness. Author's Summary: Y/N can’t fight her feelings anymore, she has to leave.

Legally Yours-Ch. 22 ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: Dean Winchester tops the list of hottest entrepreneurs 2020 and yet, there’s still something he wants but can’t have because, in order to get that, he would have to settle down and get married. She agrees too quickly because she wants to secure a more comfortable life for her and her daughter. Will she be able to help Dean get what he wants without losing herself in the fake story they spin up to deceive his father and the world?

Someone You Loved ~ @cockslut-padalecki. Author's Summary: Y/N knows she’s the reason why she and Dean split but it doesn’t stop the pain from hurting any less.

Driving My Baby ~ @calaofnoldor. Author's Summary: Dean doesn’t know about your mad skills behind the wheel, but it turns out there’s nothing hotter than seeing his baby driving his Baby.

Mechanic and Mistletoe-Part Ten ~ @deanwanddamons. Author's Summary: Y/N, an ER nurse is driving home to her Mom on Christmas Eve. Her car breaks down on the side of the road. She calls Winchester Singer Autos and Bobby sends Dean to help her. Will she make it to her Mom in time for Christmas? And will she get back home in time for her shift on Boxing Day?

Dressed In White Noise ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Summary: She’s finally met the man of her dreams.

Torn-Chapter One ~ @winchest09. Author's Summary: Princess Y/N had her whole life planned ahead of her. She was engaged to Prince Sam, a man that she loved ever since he walked into her kingdom and swept her off of her feet. So when things start to slowly change, she can’t help the doubts that form in her mind. Was it love? Or was someone about to walk into her life that would turn everything upside down?

Harder! ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: It was just an unconscious reaction. An “Atta boy!” thwap to his perfect and firm ass as he passed by on the way to the car after clearing out a nest.

Legally Yours-Ch. 21 ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: Dean Winchester tops the list of hottest entrepreneurs 2020 and yet, there’s still something he wants but can’t have because, in order to get that, he would have to settle down and get married. She agrees too quickly because she wants to secure a more comfortable life for her and her daughter. Will she be able to help Dean get what he wants without losing herself in the fake story they spin up to deceive his father and the world?

Head Over Boots For You ~ @welldonebeca. Author's Summary: Dean had planned some sweet breakfast for the two of you. When you walk into him singing and a kiss leads into something more, your plans change.

#weekly fic recs #fabulous writers #fic rec #031421

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gloomybabygirl · 4 years

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{angel pt. 1} Poe Dameron x reader

A/N: My very first fic! I’m in the process of an outline for a series but I wanted to get myself warmed up with some drabbles hehe. Pls be gentile, I am a baby writer!

Warnings: language?, mutual pining, shirtless Poe

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You need to sleep in Poe’s quarters when yours floods. Basically a super fluffy little drabble.

Update: read part 2 here :)

It had already been a long day when you got to the door to your quarters.

You had been awake for an ungodly amount of time, having spent the last 22 hours in command with General Organa, strategising and planning for the next few missions. You had no problem fighting off fatigue for the greater good of the galaxy though. And you would never dream of telling the General you needed a break. Working for the Resistance was an honor in itself, but working in command to help keep everyone on the front lines safe? You had no idea how you got so lucky to be trusted with such an important position.

And even luckier to have Poe Dameron, the greatest pilot in the galaxy, as your best friend.

Okay, so Poe may have been a damn good pilot. You would never tell him that to his face though. Being one of the most charismatic people on base, Poe had made friends with you in your first week working for the Resistance. You hadn’t exactly intended to develop totally unrealistic feelings for him (during a war no less) but how could you not fall for Poe Dameron? When he wasn’t teasing you or making you cry with laughter, he was the sweetest, most caring, passionate man you’d ever met.

Maybe you were in love with him, whatever.

In the course of the 22 hours you were working in the Command Center, Poe had brought you food, caf, and BB-8 to keep you going. He had a lot of respect for anyone working in command to keep him and his fellow pilots safe. He’d bring anyone coffee, wouldn’t he? Of course, because Poe is the sweetest. The sweetest man that you could not have feelings for.

General Organa finally let you go when you had been staring at your data pad for several minutes without retaining any information. BB-8 rolled along side you down the hall, beeping impatiently when you were walking to your quarters too slowly for his liking. When you finally dragged yourself to your door, you could practically taste sleep. Until your door slid open and you felt something cold and wet hit your foot.

Water? Why was there water on your floor?

Oh, it was no big deal, just that your refresher had flooded and now everything you owned was drenched or floating aimlessly around the room. The sweet idea of sleep drifted away the further you examined the state of this disaster.

Finally, a maintenance droid came and fixed the leak in your refresher. But that didn’t help the fact that your quarters were unlivable, and there was no way in hell you were taking care of the water issue tonight. BB-8 nudged you, beeping, and forced you to look down at him.

“He’s probably already asleep. I don’t want to bother him.”

More insistent beeping and nudging from the little droid.

“Okay! Okay, but if he’s mad we woke him, I’m blaming you.” Happy beeps.

BB-8 was right. You really had no where else to sleep and no one else that would be okay with you sleeping in their quarters. You had slept in Poe’s room before, and he in yours, after a long night of talking or playing Sabacc. Nothing ever happened, in fact there was always one party sleeping on the floor. You hoped Poe wouldn’t be too mad at you waking him up once you explained the situation. You knocked, softly as to not wake him too harshly.

The door swung open, and your heart melted. A very sleepy, disoriented, shirtless Poe was standing in the door looking down at you with his eyes barely open and his dark, curly hair sticking up in all directions.

“Y/N? What time is it? What are you doing here?” Maker, that groggy, low voice made your knees buckle.

“I’m so sorry to wake you but my refresher flooded and I have no where to sleep. BB-8 suggested I crash here.”

“Oh shit, yeah of course, come in. Good call BB, we wouldn’t want Y/N to be homeless for the night.” He wasn’t mad. Thank the Maker. “I’ll just go grab an extra pillow and sleep on the floor. Do you need anything?” He asked.

“I’m fine, really. And I can sleep on the floor. You were already sleeping comfortably in your bed I’m sure.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, beautiful angels don’t sleep on the floor.” What did he just call you? Poe never talked to you like that. Sure, he flirted, this is Poe Dameron we’re talking about. But you had just assumed that was how he was with everyone. He had probably only said that because the poor man was still half asleep and didn’t know what was coming out of this mouth. He left his quarters to find more bedding, which would probably be stolen from Finn’s room.

While he was gone you realized you didn’t have anything to change into, and you seriously didn’t want to sleep in your work clothes, especially since you had been wearing them for 24 hours. Poe wouldn’t miss one of his shirts, would he? Apparently not, since the flyboy didn’t seem to enjoy wearing them to bed.

You undressed quickly, in case he came back, and grabbed one of his t-shirts off the floor. It must have been the one he was wearing that day, but you didn’t care in your sleepy state. When you slipped it on, you were immediately greeted by the smell of aftershave, coffee, and leather. Poe.

You were practically dead on your feet at this point, so you crawled into his bed, not bothering to wait for Poe’s return to start drifting off to sleep. Once under his covers, you were overwhelmed with his scent and with the feeling of happiness and security. You’d never been more comfortable sleeping in Resistance-issued sheets. It wasn’t long before you felt your eyelids closing and felt yourself slowly slipping into a long overdue sleep. In fact, you didn’t hear the door open and close just minutes later, already fast asleep in Poe’s bed.

“Finn gave me some extra bedding so I’ll be fine on the floor. Well, “gave” is a strong word. I sorta-” He cut himself off when he spotted a sweet angel sleeping in his bed. He laughed to himself, thinking you must really have been tired since he was only gone for a few minutes. Seeing you asleep in his bed made him weak at the knees.

He made himself a makeshift bed on the floor before looking down and realizing there was too much of his skin exposed for having his best friend in the room. He went to pick up the shirt he had discarded earlier in the night, only to find that it wasn’t there anymore. He was sure he’d thrown it on the floor, just as he did every night. You mumbled something in your sleep, catching his attention. And that was when he saw it.

The angel sleeping in his bed was also wearing his shirt.

His heart collapsed into a heap on the floor. Of course Poe knew it was silly to be in love with his best friend who obviously didn’t reciprocate those feelings. But damn it if seeing you laying there didn’t make him fall more in love with you. He was suddenly filled with the overpowering urge to kiss you on the forehead. That wasn’t weird, right? And you were asleep, so he could grant himself one kiss...right?

Against his better judgment Poe leaned down over you and gave you a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. And then on the top of your head. And then on the tip of your nose.

When he pulled away, two sleepy eyes were looking back at him. His heart stopped.

You had to go for the nose kiss, didn’t you Dameron?

“Come into bed.”

What?

Had you really just asked him to come into bed with you? He watched you wiggle over to the other side, giving him room to slip in beside you, which he did, despite the alarms going off in his head.

He decided to stay to his side of the bed and keep his hands to himself. He fought every urge to pull you to him and give you more kisses across your beautiful (and did he mention angelic?) face.

He lay there quietly for a while thinking about anything besides you. He was so hesitant to let his feelings grow for a friend he was so close to. And he definitely knew it was stupid to be in love during a war, when he could go off on a mission one day and not come home. He couldn’t do that to you. What he could do was turn on his side to watch you sleep. That couldn’t hurt.

Poe thought he imagined it when the angel suddenly moved closer to him in her sleep, nuzzling into the crook in his neck. He had stopped breathing. Maybe he could allow himself to hold you in his arms. That would absolutely become something he would regret in the light of day, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was Poe Dameron loved you, and wanted to sleep with you in his arms, if only for one night.

He slowly wrapped his strong arms around your sleeping form, pulling you closer to him and entangling his legs with yours. He dared to give you a few more sweet kisses on the top of your head before allowing himself to fall asleep with you in his arms, thoughts of how wonderful it would be if you loved him too flitting through his head.

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic #poe x reader

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