#either way yeah. i feel much better having written this. small steps

[thomine]

at least it's something | thoma

RELATIONSHIP | thoma x reader

TAGS | teen and up audience, mental health, reader is not vegetarian or vegan, reader serves the kamisato estate, thoma feeds reader (lol), food/eating, npc oc mentioned (minor role), thoma has a small fanclub ig, not proofread

SUMMARY | after a period of living on numbness and melancholy, food just doesn't taste the same. perhaps, someone can help with that.

WORD COUNT | 1.6k words

INFO | more

Your stomach growls and rumbles as you sit quietly at the now empty dining hall of the Kamisato Estate. Lunch was two hours ago, but your soup, plate of poultry with eggs on the side and bowl of rice remain untouched. They look lifeless; pale and grey. You grab onto your utensils, tired of sitting still, and take a bite of each item in front of you. The chicken is still rich in flavour. As you drag the bowl of soup to your mouth, its fragrance hits your nose. The egg, albeit cold, is soft, teeth ripping through its layers like a knife.

The chefs at the Kamisato Estate have cooked a timelessly delicious meal, yet these bursting senses do not reach your brain, and you sigh. Instead of a meal to chow down in delirious gratitude, before you is a reminder of your worse fear.

You are slowly loosing control of the one thing you can control: yourself.

You thought of giving the chefs your unwanted portion, but they’re busy preparing dinner, and seeing their delicious meals unappreciated would discourage them, sprinkling a tad of bitterness into everyone’s food. The last thing you want is your symptoms to spread, so you force yourself to take another bite, except the food runs down your throat wrong in your haste. You never thought it is possible to harbour negative feelings towards a dead animal, its cooked babies, and flavoured soup, but you surprise yourself again.

“There you are!” a voice calls from the entrance of the hall. Thoma walks to your side, taking a spot in the empty seat to your left. “The seniors said they last saw you here. I’m glad I found you.” His eyes glean over your full plates, and his smile weakens with a tinge of sadness. You slink into your chair, guilty, and attempt another bite to cover your struggle with eating.

“You don’t have to put a front for me,” Thoma chides gently, although his unwavering green eyes also encourage you to finish the task you assigned to yourself. When you chew and eventually swallow, his expression softens. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible,” you confess like a sinner. “Mostly because I want to feel fine, but I don’t, and that only makes it worse.” You place your utensils down.

Lunch was your favourite time of the day, but now you purposefully occupy yourself with menial tasks so you can enter the hall late. It doesn’t help that for the past few days, you were lethargic and unproductive, sleeping late and waking up later, having your colleagues with growing concerns cover your tasks for the day.

Knowing they willingly took it upon themselves to load their shoulders with your weight makes your stomach heavy, but no matter how much you try to lift your head and look at your work with intrepid enthusiasm as you did before, you can’t will that part of you to appear. Something killed it, and the blood splatters are everywhere—from your untouched meals to your desire to stay in bed all day, and the iron taste in your mouth when you hold back your tears at night.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me," you mumble, ashamed.

Thoma doesn't give you a window to observe his reaction. He stands and stretches.

“I was looking for you to have someone do stretching with. It gets boring doing it alone.” He holds out his hand to you. “Want to do it with me? It’ll be something simple, not too taxing.”

As you’re about to accept his offer, your stomach rumbles in defiance. It softly echoes in the hall, and the missing warmth of your food bursts on your face. “Sorry,” you say out of instinct.

Throwing his head back, Thoma laughs. He sits back down and properly examines your half-bitten food.

“Stretching can wait. Let’s get your stomach filled with something first, and I’ll eat whatever you can’t finish.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, unsure why you did. It’s not like sharing food is uncommon among the workers in the estate. “It’s cold. Still delicious, I guess, but it’s not as nice to eat when it’s warm. And, thinking about it, we shouldn’t be stretching immediately after a meal, so you should go without me.”

“Then we don’t have to do stretching. Let’s do something else.”

“Oh no, you shouldn’t change your schedule because of me. I can help you find someone else to do stretches with. It's really important and you shouldn’t skip them.”

“If it's so important, when was the last time you stretched?” He leans his head into his palm propped by its elbow on the tablet, the tilt of his head giving his smile the illusion of a smirk.

You can’t reply. Maintaining the estate is your utmost priority. You have no memory of loitering the courtyards, enjoying the setting sun while bending and twisting your body in a torturously relaxing activity. All you remember is filling every inch of time with a metre of responsibilities.

“Then,” you say a minute after your silent answer, “can you eat my lunch? I don’t think I’m hungry.” You push your plates and utensils towards him. Shocked or confused or both, he looks at it then looks at you. His smile blends mischief and genuinity, casting a mild giddy spell on you.

“Do you want me to feed you?”

“No?” you sputter. The fact your reply sounds like a question than a statement drags embarrassment from the depths of your soul to your face as heat, and it’s the most you’ve felt other than dread and fear the whole week. “Why would you—What if someone walks into the hall? There’ll be so many unwanted rumours.”

You want to swat at his arm but you’re paralyzed with the situations your brain conjures. If the seniors saw this, they will undoubtedly rebuke you for your childishness. They may even lecture you on your immaturity of not segregating professional and interpersonal time—a total misunderstanding!

Thoma chuckles.

“The rumours are the least of my concerns.” He picks up a spoon and scoops a small portion of rice. “Say ‘ah’, or else I’ll have to play windglider.”

“I’m not a kid!” you resist, this time swatting him with the sudden burst of energy you’ve acquired in your daze of doom dreaming. You aren't going to let your colleagues see you like this when you’re already at your all time low. They were generous to keep their heads low and not criticise your personal failings at work. To catch you playing around with the housekeeper? None of them would be pleased, especially those that might be drawn by his charm because he is very charming. “I thought you’ll eat my leftovers?”

“The remaining after you’ve eaten a bit more,” he corrected, and on cue, a low growl from your stomach squeezes its way into the ambience. “Your stomach obviously doesn’t think it’s full.”

You’re a walking heated pan with how hot your body feels, evaporating every drop of sadness you permitted to flood you the past days, and your defences weaken in embarrassment because when Thoma brings the spoon close to your mouth, you take a bite.

“I’m never going to get over this,” you lament, covering your face with your hands. “I should have just endured the scoldings of the chefs.”

“I heard Chef Tang is not in a good mood today. Something about salt being wasted after an improper delivery.”

“Chef Tang will end up screaming his head off and I’ll be quivering even worse than a bird in its last moments before its cultivator, but at least I don’t often bump into him. Maybe in my effort to avoid him I’ll always finish my meals on time so I never have to personally hand him my dishes for washing.”

“I hope you don’t avoid me after this,” Thoma says, and it’s the softest he’s been since the start. “But, you also wouldn’t want to be facing Chef Tang’s wrath when he’s out of salt. I’m saving you from the worst that can happen.” Thoma holds a spoon with a larger mix of rice, egg and small chunks of meat that he crafted while you ranted. He’s grinning uncontrollably, as if he won the lottery to make fun of you. “Say ‘ah’ again?”

You reluctantly open your mouth.

“Okay, I can feed myself now,” you say, reaching for the spoon. Thoma teasingly doesn’t let go, but on your second tug, he gives it to you properly. 

“And not only that, you’ve got some liveliness to your face now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he notes.

You stare at the food, its saturation slowly draining back. 

Seeing about a third of your food disappear is slightly encouraging, and it is refreshing to feel something other than sharp emptiness. You notice your hands shake as you hold back a sliver of laughter combined with unreleased anguish. Your heart thumps erratically in your chest, demanding to be acknowledged. You can sense the way your chest expands and collides with each breath.

Tears prick the corner of your eyes, and you live through every second your vision goes blurry as well as the way your nose clogs up with snot.

“At least it’s something,” you meekly reply, overwhelmed by these small sensory experiences.

“At least it’s something,” Thoma echoes, watching patiently as you take periodic bites of your lunch while wiping your tears with your free hand. He places his on your head and rustles your hair, grip gentle and reassuring. “That’s all that matters, isn’t it?"

#genshin x reader #thoma x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin reader insert #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x reader #reader insert #x reader #thoma x you #thoma x y/n #ok so like. i would never let anyone baby feed me. Ever. my pride is too big for that #so kudos to reader for letting down their pride bc i could never #they did it for the story. pls make their sacrifice not in vain </3 #either way yeah. i feel much better having written this. small steps #slo.w #but like… update… it’s been 4 hours and i haven’t finished my lunch #this is the first time i feel like this

[dabislittlemouse]

Hello! I just discovered your page and I love your writing style.

I had this idea in my head for while now.

You know how Dabi went and visit Hawks’ mom for information about him? Well, what if he had a lovable little sister who was clueless about who Dabi is. She thought “oh, he is friends with my big brother there is no harm talking with him.”

Dabi flirts with her a good bit and Hawks comes home like “get away from my cute little sister!” But he does it around about way.

tainted angel 🪽 (pt.1)

PART 2 // PART 3// THE COMPLETE MASTERLIST divider by @cafekitsune

ෆ Pairing: DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon in the next chapters so this one is mostly safe.

ෆ Before you read further: this is written entirely on Dabi’s POV. There are specific descriptions for Hawks’ sister such as hair color, eye color, skin, wings etc. and she is a female, age 20-21.

ෆ A/N: I love this request so much, it had my writing flowing so naturally and my motivation reached the sky. I hope you like this!

Another boring day of relentlessly hunting down for information. Walking in the empty alleyway, the weather’s getting bitter, clouds darkening the sky as rain is starting to fall, plinking against my black leather jacket. Man, I fucking hate rain. Feels uncomfortable on my skin, not to mention it weakens my quirk. But I have to finish this job. Once I start something today, I never leave it for tomorrow, cause we never know what tomorrow could bring. Unexpected things are not my forte, I prefer to plan my steps way ahead, I look closely at every clue and untangle any information that I see beneficial. Always one step ahead of my enemies, nothing goes away without catching my eye. No matter how small it is.

No matter how fast it is.

Yes, Hawks, the fastest hero out there, too fast for his own good. I chuckle under my breath, rolling my eyes at the thought of the traitorous pro hero. He’s been pretty useful so far, proven himself loyal to the cause. But something doesn’t sit right with me, hence the reason why I’m out there searchin’ for more information. Maybe it’s his sickening hero charm, makes me wanna vomit. Maybe it’s the fake smile he puts on that stupid face, who knows.. a traitor will always be a traitor. If he went as far as to betray the heroes, I won’t be surprised if he turns his back on us villains again.

Though if that happens, he will be incinerated before he even knows it. Burnt to ashes, those red feathers set ablaze by my own scorching flames. My hand itches at the thought of showing him his place, though I gotta stick with the plan and use him for all his worth.

Bzzz.

The sound of my burner phone grabs my attention. Probably one of my men who I’ve sent to stalk and watch over Hawks. Or maybe Twice, wanting to fuck around because he is lonely. Tch, I’m not in the mood either way.

“This better be important..” I rasp under my breath. Lately my patience’s been thin. Don’t know why.

“Sir, we have found something”

It was indeed one of the men I hired. Yeah, about time they finally made themselves useful. I hum in response, letting the man continue.

“The woman we found, she might be related to Hawks. According to the clues we’ve been gathering, it’s highly possible she could be his mother. If not his mother, then for sure someone from his family. We have found her address, all we need is your order so we can break in and get her for you, sir” the man explained.

“Mm there’s no need. I’ll pay the lady a visit myself” I smirk, knowing that she will be more intimidated by my grotesque sight only and start spilling everything. After the men give me her address, I waste no time to go there. Fortunately not too far from where I am right now.

Something weird forms in my chest. Not sure why, but I feel like I’m gonna have fun~

******

The picture I got sent was of a woman who seemed to be in her 40s, pale skin and exhausted eyes, big fluffy light brown hair, almost drained out of life. This is beyond weird, the mother of a pro hero who looked like she had lost her will to live? Ain’t no way. Supposedly the families of pro heroes usually live their best life.

A thought runs through my head and I chuckle. Damn, I should know by now, the families of pro heroes are those who in fact suffer the most.

Memorising the woman’s face and the address, I am now right in front of her house. It’s a small normal house, nothing fancy or special about it whatsoever. The rain has long stopped. I stop in front of her door, before giving it a few slow knocks. Nobody opens the door. I knock once again, if this door isn’t opened soon I’m gonna have to-

“Coming!! Just a second!!” A chirpy voice was heard, footsteps getting faster towards the door. This voice sounded lively, not the voice I could’ve imagined for the woman I’m looking for.

As the door opened, the sight in front of me leaves me speechless. My eyes widen a bit, taking in at person in front of me.

It’s a girl. Not the old woman in picture, this is a young pretty thing. Could be at her twenties, not sure. As she opens the door wider, she fixes her disheveled hair, removing those golden locks off her face while her caramel eyes fixed on mine, blinking in confusion with those pretty lashes. And her pjs, almost too revealing. Freckles cover her cheeks, her skin looks soft. It doesn’t take long for me to notice a pair of angelic white wings behind her.

“Umm hello, how can I help you with?” she asks, her voice meek and shy as she looks up at me under her lashes.

Fuck, it’s like the whole world stopped the moment I laid eyes her pretty face. I need to focus.

“Sorry for the bother, dollface” I manage to bring a friendly smile on my face but my raspy voice always betrays me. “I am looking for Hawks. I’m a friend of his..”

“Oh, Hawks? I’m sorry but my brother is not here at the moment. Maybe he is at his agency, did you check there?” she smiles back.

Before I find myself wondering why she is not scared by my appearance, my mind focuses on that one simple word: brother. She called Hawks her brother, so that means..

“Wait, don’t tell me that guy kept such a pretty thing like you hidden from me? You’re his sister?” I smirk, leaning on the doorstep, still stunned by the fact that the pro hero had a little sister.

“O-Oh yeah, I’m Takami Y/N!” she blushes, and my smirk grows wider knowing that such simple interaction already got me half of the information. That Hawks has a sister, and his last name is Takami.

“He doesn’t prefer to talk much about us in public” she continues. “It’s best for our safety”

Poor naive little thing. Got no clue in the world who I am, thinking I’m a friend. Is this how the hero looks over his family?

“Well well, that guy is full of surprises. You look a lot like him to be honest, that pretty hair of yours and those wings. A real angel aren’t cha?”

Her face is a blushing mess, all she can do is squirm in front of me and smile awkwardly. I came here for other purposes but damn it.. this pretty angel got me fucking hooked already. So petite, so innocent, a ray of sunshine, if I touch her with my destructive bloody hands I could probably defile her.

This thought gives me a sick twisted feeling in my chest, my eyes flaring in excitement.

“I-If you’d like I can invite you over for some tea? I can call my brother to come in the meantime. It’s only me and my mom here” she shyly says, breaking eye contact. I may be delusional, I am not the most handsome motherfucker out there I know, but she is acting like she saw her school crush. But I have to admit, I do have a sort of charm too. Call it villain charm if you will.

“Sure thing”. Making it easier for me princess, but also harder to focus on my main goal when you’re such beautiful distraction.

As my eyes wander around the living room, she hurries to the kitchen to prepare the tea. Enough time for me to find the lady in question. Her room was not hard to find, she was sitting on her bed. Simply entering and closing the door, I reach to her fast, putting a hand on her mouth.

“Don’t make a single sound or I will burn your sweet daughter to ashes” I threaten, showing her the blue flames flickering on my fingers. She nods, sweating and eyes widened in panic.

“Now..” I let her go while she stands there frozen in fear. “I’ll ask you some questions regarding to your son… and you’ll answer honestly. And trust me, I can tell when someone’s lying, so do not test me woman” I say sternly, all she does is whimper.

****

“Hey I thought you left?”

I find the pretty angel sitting on the couch, a confused look on her face.

“Ah m’sorry doll, had to use the bathroom. Also had a little chat with your mother, been a long time since I last saw her..”

It takes a lot for me to not burst into laughter, acting as if I’ve been Keigo’s childhood friend or something.

Keigo. Keigo Takami. This was his full name according to that woman. She didn’t hesitate to give me all the essential information, afraid I’d burn this place down and harm her precious daughter. Apparently that birdbrain’s been taken from the HSPC since a kid, trained to be a professional hero. And most importantly, his dad was a criminal, murdered someone back then.

Tch, the son of a criminal becoming a hero.

And the son of a hero becoming a criminal.

What a world.

I sit down on the couch, almost too close to his sister. My eyes hungrily take on the sight of her soft plush thighs, her chest, her plump lips.

“Tell me more about yourself dollface” I say, totally ignoring the tea and playing with some of her hair. “Y’gonna be a hero like your brother?”

“Ah none of the sort. I’d rather not get myself into heroic stuff” she giggles, and that sound has my jeans tighten uncomfortably. It’s taking everything in me to not pounce on her right here right now, stripping her off everything and making her scream for me. Just imagine the sight her brother would come across to if he suddenly shows up, her little sister all naked and bruised, used for my own sick pleasure..

Such an angelic being, I have the need to fucking break her and shape her however I see fit. A man like me could never be deserving of her.

“You don’t want to be a hero? How come? Wouldn’t you like to save people, princess? To fight against big scary villains who threaten the innocent out there..”

“I don’t think that’s a job for me. I can still help people without being a hero. And I don’t think I’d be strong or brave enough to go against villains, you know?” she says, playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Awn, poor thing, y’scared from villains?” I grin, placing my scarred hand on her knee, feeling her smooth skin. She squirms, probably by the warmth of it. The way she bites her lower lip nervously has my cock throbbing in my pants. Little does she know she’s in the presence of one of the most dangerous villains in Japan.

“Y’think they gonna hurt you? Maybe they will, if they see you so cute and vulnerable out there, they won’t hesitate to hunt ya down”. My firm grip on her knee has her swallowing, nodding silently.

“So I hope your brother protects you enough” I chuckle. “Cause see, if I was a villain? Man, I’d do anything to kidnap you and make you mine”

Her eyes widen, she laughs nervously, thinking this was some joke. Far from it.

“But you’re no villain right? You’re just my brother’s friend?” she murmurs, feeling tense. Her body language is so easy to read.

“Yes baby, I’m only his friend. My appearance might creep ya out but I promise I’m safe”

She seems to calm down a little. Completely unaware of what I could be capable of.

“Your appearance is not creepy by the way” she says. “I’d say it’s more.. unique. In a good way. I’ve never seen someone who looks like you”

I raise my eyebrows. Her words have me taken aback. For the longest time all I’ve gotten were stares filled with fear or disgust, couldn’t blame them. But this was a new thing, I feel something strange in my chest at her comment. Fuck, I don’t like this. I can’t seem to find any good comeback now, not when she’s staring at me so longingly. I’d rather have her scared, calling me an ugly monster, rather than this.

“Cute little thing wants to get on my good side huh? Wanna charm me, get me hooked with those sweet words? Y’need to be careful~” I say teasingly, reaching to grab her chin and have her look at me. I stare at her caramel eyes, wondering how they’d look full of tears.

“N-No it’s just the truth, I’m not lying” she shakes her head. “If I found you scary I wouldn’t have let you come inside”

“Come inside?” I raise an eyebrow. “Y’need to be more specific..or this might get another meaning”

She looks confused, not getting it at first, but the moment she sees the perverse smile on my face, her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that pervert! I meant come inside my house!”

I let out a laugh, probably the only genuine laugh I had after such a long time. God, she’s so cute and fun to mess with. Such gem that Hawks kept hidden from me. Well, not anymore.

After some time chatting with my angel, the door bursts open. I turn around, smirking at the familiar face.

“Look who decided to show up!” I stand up, opening my arms as if waiting to receive a hug from him. “The winged hero. I was looking for you. I had the pleasure of meeting your family, y’never told me you had a little sister? Such pretty thing you never mentioned her to anyone, I thought we were close friends Keigo..”

The expression on his face is entertaining, he looks beyond shocked. Probably didn’t expect for me to call him by his real name. Or when his sister comes after me, too close, a bright charming smile on her face.

“Welcome home! I invited Dabi inside to wait for you, couldn’t let him out in the pouring rain-”

“Y/N get back in your room. Now” The hero’s voice is stern, serious, and the poor girl’s smile fades off her face. His piercing gaze never leaving mine. I’m not intimidated at the slightest, it’s mostly amusing.

“But Kei-”

“Now” he repeats. As she prepares to turn around and leave, I reach to grab her hand, not letting her go.

“Very overprotective aren’t cha, big brother?” I smirk, bringing his sister closer to me, wrapping my hands around her waist. Hawks looks like he is ready to kill me, anger visible in his golden eyes now that I’m playing around with his little sister, probably his weakest spot that he tried to keep hidden from the world.

“Me and her already clicked. She’s very fun to have around, we chatted a lot when you weren’t here didn’t we angel?” I turn to her, all she does is blush and nod shyly. I tap my fingers around her small waist, making her squirm. It takes everything in me to not dig my fingers on that soft skin and leave bruises. Then I reach for her white wings, and apparently she is very sensitive there. The way those wings flutter and she tries to break free from my grip, whining for me to stop. And all of this in front of her brother.

“Very nice of you to treat my friend this way” Hawks says, seems like he already caught up what’s going on. He’s playing it cool, so I won’t hurt his family. “Dabi, could you come outside now? We have stuff to discuss.”

I do not protest further, there’ll be enough time to stay with my angel now that I already know where she lives and where she studies. My new little toy.

“See ya later, dollface” I pinch her cheek, before sliding my hand across her jawline. My thumb touching her lower lip slightly, and the softest gasp leaves her pretty mouth.

“Bye Dabi..” she whispers, almost hypnotised by my touch. My name rolling off her tongue is the sweetest melody my ears could ever hear.

Can’t wait to come back for you, sweetheart

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[justkending]

On my nerves. (Steve Rogers One-shot)

Summary: Y/N and Steve have a complex relationship. On a busted mission, some conversation pieces come up that need to be solved.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Avenger)

Word Count: 3100+

A/N: I did a small poll on who I should write for next, and I got an even amount of votes, so I decided on Steve! I haven't written for him for a long time and thought it was deserved this long in. So enjoy these fluffy enemies to semi-lovers one-shot :)

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Steve watched, as if in slow-mo, as a knife passed his face and embedded itself into the chest cavity of a man close to getting the jump on him.

"So much for having this mission in the bag, huh?" Y/N's sly comment followed as she jumped from a banister down to the level Steve was on in the attic of an old church.

"The rule was no killing," Steve grunted in frustration as the man he had grasped by the neck fainted, and he tossed him to the side.

"Yeah, well, someone was going to die, and it was either him or the person who's supposed to be running this mission. You should be grateful I didn't choose the second option," she smirked, straightening her tactical vest as she scanned their surroundings. "What's the update?"

Steve could have reprimanded her more, as he was used to doing, but they were on a time crunch, and the men they were sent to take in under SHIELD's order hadn't gotten the memo of no killing.

"Masgood isn't here," he sighed, swiftly anchoring his shield to his back. "He must have gotten word we were coming and staged the place to look like he'd be here."

"Yeah, it seems to be his MO," Y/N sighed, bending as she dug through the pockets of the unconscious assailant.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking the body for clues, duh," she replied with a tone of disinterest. She paused, looking up at Steve. "I know this isn't your first rodeo, so why are you acting like it?" One of her forearms rested on her knee as she squatted over the body and dug through his pockets unbothered.

Steve rolled his eyes and shifted on his feet as look at the space. "Something feels off about all this."

"When does it not? We chase bad guys with evil and sadistic intentions as our career. I'd be worried if it felt right," she grunted softly as she stood up and moved to another body.

Steve moved to a window off to the side and looked at the street and environment below for any more clues.

Their target was a man in charge of a large human trafficking ring. Ivan Masgood. An infamous drug lord who started poking around in a new field of illegal activities. Like most felons, he had personal goons and connections that kept him close to untouchable, but SHIELD had plans to shut that down now that he was tapping into the stealing of innocent adolescents from the streets.

"I say we tie these idiots up for the agents that'll come clean up this mess and make our way to the restaurant down a few blocks. Looks like a good Mediterranean place," she sighed, walking over and leaning against a pillar behind the window where Steve was monitoring pedestrians.

Steve turned to her with an annoyed face, one that was a staple for their duo and eyed her.

"We're on a job. A job that involves a man who is taking advantage of innocent children."

"Yes, and we can't solve it on an empty stomach," she shrugged, pushing on the wood. "And this place is empty. We've handled the few goons here, and now we move on."

"Is it really that simple to you?" Steve huffed, crossing his arms as he turned to her.

"If by simple you mean the practiced next step, then yes. It is," she nodded with no hesitance, even with his stern glare fixed on her.

"You're impossible to-"

"Shhh," she hushed, raising her hand and slightly turning her head.

Steve knew better to question her when she did that. Her hearing was better than his most of the time. Her enhancements weren't far from his own, but sometimes they proved to be even more sensitive than his.

He mouthed a "What?" and she shook her head as a hint to hold on. A few moments passed before she shook her head and returned to reality.

"False alarm," she turned, looking at the only door in and out of the attic. "Help me tie these assholes up, and then we're getting dinner."

"Y/N," Steve started, but she ignored him and searched for rope or anything of length to keep them secure.

Three men tied up with both electric chords and Christmas lights were still unconscious as Steve called in the clean-up crew that was there minutes after Y/N and Steve were in the front of the church, giving a quick rundown of their mission.

"It was a 50/50 shot, Cap. Can't get too hung up on it," Rodney, one of the agents who had been working on the case with them, assured.

"Doesn't make it any less frustrating," Steve sighed before grunting at the pressure hitting his chest. He looked down to see Y/N holding a pile of clothes on his sternum.

"Change. We have a date," She grinned, already in street clothes herself.

He gave her a once over and noticed the small grin on Rodney's lips before he quickly walked away.

"Y/L/N!" Steve yelled after her as she turned and was already moving on to her next task. He groaned and slumped as he looked at the jeans and baseball Henley picked out for him. A hat and sunglasses paired on top.

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"Why are we here?" Steve grumbled under his breath as they sat in a booth at the Mediterranian restaurant that looked family-owned but had the ambiance of a well-off family—the two fit in a way that raised a few questions.

He wasn't sure how she had managed to drag him there, but either way, he was there, and something about Y/N orchestrating this entire meal left him confused.

"I haven't had a full meal since last night," she answered, staring at the menu before grabbing the waitress's attention as she balanced two plates in hand. "Can we get the drink menu, please?"

"I'll grab it on my way back," she smiled kindly, her voice accented with a Grecian tongue.

"Thank you," Y/N smiled back kindly and went back to the menu. "I heard their Sangria is amazing. And it's homemade."

"Y/N," Steve ground through his teeth. He was fed up with this side quest that served no purpose. "What are we doing here?" he articulated each word.

"Jeez, Cap. Get the popsicle stick out of your ass and relax some. We're just having dinner and waiting for the show," she responded, putting the plastic-covered menu down and throwing her arm over her side of the booth.

"What show-"

"Drinks?" a teenage boy who looked to be one of the owners' kids begrudgingly asked for their orders.

"I'll take water for now, and this one will have a double scotch neat to help ease his never-leaving glower," she smiled up at the kid, who just blinked at her, and Steve burned holes in her head from the side. "Water. We'll both do water."

"Right…" the kid grumbled, not bothering to write the order as he stalked off.

"You said this had to do with the case. That's the only reason I'm here," Steve intertwined his hands on the table and took a breath as he watched her. In truth, she had vaguely mentioned something about the case, and he ran with that one bullet point, which put him in this position.

"Tell me. How does one sign up to gain your trust? Do I have to jump in the line of fire a second time to get it, or is it like whoever gets your coffee order right without asking? Maybe something in between there?" she leaned forward on the table.

Six months ago, Y/N had jumped in front of a blast from a mutant's powers for Steve, and it had benched her for over a week with the aftereffects.

He hadn't expected her to make that kind of sacrifice, and he had been more than grateful and did his best to show it during her healing time and afterward. But at the end of the day, her snarky comments, struggle to stay professional, and blatant disregard for orders made it hard for him not to be aggravated when she did things.

"It's not trust as much as it's being out of the know for what the real reason for us being here is," he softly said when she looked at him with eyes that seemed to genuinely want to know why he treated her with little patience where he normally gave it freely. "I like to be informed."

She watched his eyes closely as if waiting for the but, but then she tensed ever so slightly, and her eyes flicked behind his shoulder casually.

"That's also known as trust. Not knowing the reasons but counting on the person putting you in the position that they wouldn't do it with ill intent. But if you want your answer, it's behind you. Careful how you turn," she said with a straight face as she looked out the window next to them.

Steve furrowed his eyebrow but discreetly twisted enough to see what she was alluding to.

There he was. Ivan Masgood. With four bodyguards around him and a few associates coming through the back entrance, one of the employees ushered him to a secluded corner for him and his posse.

When Steve turned back around, Y/N was on her phone as if just another customer waiting for their meal.

"How'd you-?"

"I'm good at my job despite what some think." Her comment wasn't missed by Steve, and he could hear the slightest bit of pain in her words. "I overheard some of his goons talking not so confidentially at the church. He stupidly gave away their Randevu point and mentioned a meeting with a potential contact while they waited for us to fall for the trap."

"Was it the two at the front door?" Steve questioned, thinking back to their infiltration of the church/ hideout.

"Yeah, dumb and dumber. I think they just got promoted cause the one who leaked this info bragged about being moved to guard his private residence." She put her phone away and fiddled with the paper wrapper from the straw as she explained. "I can promise if they figure out how we got the intel to come here, he will not be guarding any residence in the near future."

Steve was a little surprised. Y/N had always been good at her job. Hell, there was a reason she ran with The Avengers themselves. Super enhancements helped, but she'd always been more than resourceful in her spying, too.

But sometimes, he didn't see her as taking her job seriously, so when she got the jump on things before him, he felt bad for undermining her.

He monitored the place now that it was a possible environment for a fight. Taking note of the details like exits, number of people, tables, resources, and make-shift weapons if needed.

"Have you contacted Rodney?" he asked as he casually surveyed the place.

"Just messaged. They'll have a team a block away to go if needed," she nodded. "For now, we eat," she smiled overly brightly as the waiter came back over with their drinks.

They ordered, but Steve got the smallest appetizer only to make it less conspicuous as customers.

"Eagle's leaving the nest," Y/N hummed as she ate the last bite of her meal, and the group they had been monitoring walked toward the back alley.

Steve shifted in his seat just enough to see the exit, and they both nodded in confirmation of their next move. Y/N slapped down a wad of cash and shuffled out of the booth where Steve offered his hand, and they left out the front.

For the second time that day, Steve watched as a blade whirled past him, but this time, it implanted itself into the tire of an SUV in the back alley, followed by a loud pop.

The assailants hoping to make a getaway were out of a car now, and Steve had taken the advantage to knee the driver's side door where the man halfway in it, ricocheted his head off the frame and collapsed on the ground.

"On your left!" Y/N shouted as she rangled her own opponent, and Steve noticed another one of Masgood's men escaping.

Not wanting to lose his position since Masgood himself was still in the car he had cornered, he angled and calculated the right throw for his shield to take him down. And with the right aim…

"Fuck!" the man shouted before falling down to the concrete seconds after getting smacked in the temple with the vibranuim disc.

Steve turned after hearing Y/N grunt and saw that two of her attackers had cornered her and were getting a jump on her.

"Y/L/N!" he shouted, stepping her way, but she used another man's body as if a wall and walked her feet up his torso until she was backflipping and rendering them both helpless instantly.

"Rogers, Masgood!" she panted once back on her feet and pointed behind him.

Masgood had pulled out the other side of the car and was positioning a gun right at Steve. Everything happened so fast that Steve didn't know where the gunshot had landed after he ducked from the barrel.

A scream followed, and thinking his aim hit someone else, Steve looked around for the injured only to see Masgood holding his shoulder where the butt of a blade was jutting out.

"You fucking bitch!" Masgood turned his attention to Y/N, who had been smiling at her shot. He dropped quickly to grab the gun that fell out of his grip, but before he could get to it, Steve slid over the hood and tackled him.

"That's no way to speak to a lady," Steve gritted out as he pinned him to the ground and brought his hands around his back.

Any of Masgood's men that may have escaped the narrow alley had been caught by the backup team Y/N had set up a block away. By the time the fight was over, eight men were already in custody, and Masgood was locked in a contained SHIELD van.

After going through a briefing with Rodney, who had been instructing the team outside the alley, Steve and Y/N finally took a minute to breathe.

"Thanks for packing my shield," Steve said kindly as they moved to their SUV.

"Didn't want to have you fighting without your comfort item," she smiled but winced as she rolled her shoulder.

"You ok?" he stopped in his tracks, moving in front of her to keep her from going any further.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, moving her shirt sleeve and looking at her arm for the wound. "Just a scratch."

Steve didn't hesitate to shift the long sleeve to see the cut in the fabric and the blood that had soaked through it.

"You were supposed to get checked by the medics," he studied the injury, and she hissed at the pressure of his gentle touch, which was enough to sting.

"It's nothing a bandaid can't fix. Besides, it'll be a scar come morning," she tried to brush his hand off, but he gave her a stern look at the action. "Why are you so worried? I figured you could care less if I walked out with a katana protruding from my gut."

Her eyes refused to meet his, and he hated the feeling that overcame him at the idea that she thought he wouldn't be phased by something like that.

"That's not true," he said gently, his hand loosened its grip but didn't leave her arm.

"You sure as hell don't act any other way," she mumbled, looking at his hand and placing her own on his to try and remove it. "Seriously. You don't have to act like you care just cause you feel bad-"

"Y/N, I'm not acting," he turned her face to his, gripping her chin between his thumb and index finger. "I would never wish to see you hurt."

She didn't fight the hold he had her in, but she gave him weary eyes at his comment.

"Your words tell me otherwise, Steve." Her words were said with a form of hurt that he never pictured her holding.

"I'm sorry," he lowered his head every so slightly to catch her eye line better. "I'm sorry that I'm a hardass around you and make you feel like I'd rather see you hurt or injured than alive and well."

"I don't understand what I've done to-" she started and pulled her head back before he, without thought, pulled her arm he had a grip on into him, making her body crash into his.

She froze initially, but when his arms wrapped around her back, he rested his head on her. She sighed and fell into it. She needed that hug more than he realized.

"You get on my nerves, Y/L/N, but it's not in a way that I'd wish never to experience it again. I act like I can't stand it, but truthfully, I need someone to keep me in check the way you do," he muttered as he rested his chin on her head. "I'm sorry I don't give you the benefit of the doubt where you deserve it most."

"Why?" she mumbled into his chest.

"Honestly?" he hummed, pulling her back and looking at her still in his embrace. "I think it scares me how much I actually care when you drive me as crazy as you do."

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she turned her head at him.

"What do you mean, Rogers?" she said in almost a whisper.

"I mean, I can't wrap my head around how you constantly get on my nerves, but I like it."

There was a pause as they stared at each other, and her lips slowly curved.

"Steve. Are you confessing that you may actually like me?" she grinned.

He chuckled under his breath, making his chest vibrate.

"I'm confessing that we may have some things to figure out, I guess," he nodded, not feeling hesitant at surprisingly admitting that.

"Well, isn't that a 180 from how we started the day," she laughed, pulling back. "How about we stop for a sweet treat for this discussion that I'm definitely pulling you into when we get to the compound?"

"Am I going to regret confessing this?" he scrunched his nose but couldn't help the smile that followed.

"It's me. What do you think?" she shrugged, moving toward the SUV passenger side.

"Good to know our ways aren't changing much," he sighed, following behind her to open her door.

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[hinata-chan-utaitelover]

Caretaker of Wings | A Chaggie FanFic

Request and Prompt by @bunnyinfoxclothing

After the battle with Heaven, Vaggie started to notice something off with her wings. She hadn't noticed it when she gained them back, only now, they were in such excruciating pain that she started her day off with a hunched over posture and groaning with each step she took. The angel finally made it to the lobby area where Charlie was busy planning her newest trust exercise for the unenthusiastic hotel residents.

Vaggie approached her busy girlfriend, not wanting to startle her, and lightly tapped her shoulder, "Hey babe?".

Charlie turned towards Vaggie, looking concerned as she quickly took notice of her girlfriend not looking like her usual self. "Are you alright, Vaggie? You don't look too good. " Worry filling her eyes.

Vaggie, not wanting to worry the princess too much, replied with a soft smile, "Yeah, I've just been having this really bad back pain all morning."

Charlie was on the verge of tears now knowing her song bird was in pain. "Hey honey, do you want me to give you a back massage?"

"Sure babe, maybe that'll help ease the pain." she smiled softly.

The two girls began making their way to their shared bedroom. Charlie helped the angel lie stomach down on their bed after slipping off said angels' shirt. Charlie sat straddled over the girl's thighs while taking a look at her back.

The skin in between Vaggie's wings was red and inflamed. Charlie hesitantly placed her hand on the raw skin to which Vaggie winced in pain.

"We'll have to take care of that before we start, be right back." Charlie left her girlfriend and headed to their bathroom, grabbing a jar of antibiotic cream and bandages.

Charlie made it back to her previous place on their bed and looked back down at the wound as she began scooping out cream, "Now, my song bird, this is going to hurt, but it'll be over quickly. Are you ready?"

Vaggie only nodded in response.

And with that, Charlie began applying the cream, earning a heartshattering shriek followed by a small whimper. "I know this hurts, but I'm almost done." Charlie reassured. She finished applying the cream and then placed the bandage on the wound.

"There! Now that your wound is taken care of, we can get back to the massage!" The princess exclaimed as she placed a kiss on the bandage.

Charlie began slowly rubbing and kneading Vaggie's lower back, earning giggles from said girl. "Chaharlie! Thahat tihihickles!!"

The princess didn't respond, only moving her hands up to the area where the wings attached, while minding the angel's wound, and continued the massage. This spot earned her even more laughter as it seemed to be more sensitive.

#Chaharliee!! Ihihit's shoho bahad!!" The gurl squealed, wriggling and squirming under her.

Charlie seized her hands to give the girl a breather before finishing the massage session with her upper back.

"There we are! Charlie's epic massage session is complete!" Charlie exclaimed, with her bouncy response earning a giggle from her girlfriend.

Charlie reached her hands out to help Vaggie sit up against the bedframe.

"Are you feeling better?" Charlie questioned, placing her arm around the angel.

Vaggie fell into her touch and rested her head on Charlie's chest, "Much better, thanks babe."

"Anything for you. I love you, my beautiful song bird." Charlie replied with a gentle smile, placing a kiss on her girlfriend's head, hugging her tighter.

"I love you too, forever and always."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Since it's been over a year since I've written a fic, I'll accept any criticism you have to offer.

If you have any requests, either dm me or send a request through my ask box.

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[actuallycassidyiambusy]

If you have enough written, could we get a little teaser of your Demon!Buggy and church boy!Luffy AU?? Please🥺🥺

As you wish anon. Here's a little excerpt from the au I'm working on. I don't have a name for it, yet, but who cares lmao.

Words: 1,660

Buggy x Luffy

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, it’s cold in here.” Buggy mutters dismally, rubbing one of his bare biceps as he follows Luffy into the abandoned library below the church. “No wonder nobody comes down to this shithole.” He pulls a stone out of the wall and flicks it to the floor boredly.

Luffy freezes and looks over his shoulder, his hair breezing over his glaring eyes. “Watch your mouth, demon.” He says firmly.

Buggy tilts his head slightly, drawing one eyebrow up as his hand falls slack away from his arm. “I have a name. Thank you very much.” He retorts snidely.

Luffy turns his back to the man, eyes closed with slight irritation. He pulls his cloak tighter around himself. It is cold down here. He thinks, his breath coming out in small puffs of white. “You shouldn’t be able to feel this. Demons are hot by nature.”

Buggy smirks and leans down to speak into Luffy’s ear from behind, folding his hands behind his back. “You think I’m hot, huh?” He purrs, wiggling his eyebrows.

Luffy’s face becomes a violent shade of red and his composure slips. He whirls around and shoves the cocky bastard away. “Six feet. Remember?” He states lowly, his glare remaining.

Buggy rolls his eyes at what he considers a dumb and unfair rule. He straightens his posture. “Yeah, yeah. I remember.” His tail waves lazily behind him and he looks around the creepy old library. “You’re wrong, by the way.” He steps away, walking past Luffy to pick up objects and juggle them.

Luffy busies himself by looking through various shelves of books, focused on finding the one he needs. “About what? Put those down before you break them.”

Buggy mimics Luffy in a small, squeaky voice before setting the objects back down. “Not all demons are hot by nature, and not all of Hell is a blazing inferno.” He yawns and scratches the inside of his ear with his pinky. “Some levels look like cities and others are actually covered in ice. Like this fucking place.”

Luffy’s eyebrows raise with curiosity. He didn’t know that. He figured everything was on fire. His response is a short grunt, careful not to show too much interest. “Can’t you just conjure some fire to warm yourself up? It wouldn’t kill you to wear something with sleeves either.” He sneaks a glance at Buggy’s arms. He clears his throat and looks away.

“Oh, sure.” Buggy crosses his arms, standing with one hip out, a judgemental gleam in his piercing eyes. “Let me conjure flames in a room full of dry, crusty books.” He sneers sarcastically. He grins when Luffy glares at him again.

Luffy’s shoulders fall and he sighs, fingers slipping from the binding of a book. “You’re very annoying.” He frowns, not knowing where to look. Is it even here? “There’s a supply closet in the back of the room. I remember seeing some hoodies in there. Quit whining and go get one.”

Buggy sweeps the whining comment under the rug and turns his head, spotting a door on the far back wall. He uncrosses his arms and walks over to it, his footsteps echoing lightly. It’s locked, so he rips the doorknob off, earning a scolding stare from Luffy. He shrugs and throws the doorknob to the side. It lands with a loud clang.

As Buggy digs through the supply closet, Luffy continues his search for the right book. He knows he needs it. If he’s familiar with Heaven, it’s important for him to be familiar with Hell. Though… He glances towards the noisy closet, somewhat endeared when he just sees Buggy’s tail. What could be a better source than an actual demon?

“What the hell is with all these smalls and extra smalls!?” Buggy growls angrily, tossing black hoodies out the door and making a mess. He holds one up to himself for size. “You know, this borders on body shaming.” He throws that one too. It hits the wall and crumples to the stone floor. “I’m a big guy. I want a hoodie, not a crop-top.”

Luffy forces himself not to smile at the demon’s predicament. “Yeah, well, I don’t think the church considered a seven foot tall beefcake of a demon to hunt for clothes here.”

Buggy snorts contemptuously and rolls his eyes again. He relaxes when he finally finds a hoodie his size, pulling it over his head. It catches on his horns and he growls with exasperation. He manages to get it on and he looks down, brow dipping. “Hey, pretty boy.” He speaks with a mischievous snicker, stepping out of the room. When Luffy looks at him, he points to the quote on the front of the hoodie. “Got Jesus?” His snicker erupts into a booming laugh. “Got Jesus!?” He wheezes, his eyes beading with tears and closing tightly.

Luffy stares at the expressive man with an unamused gaze. “I called on you for help, not stupid jokes.”

Buggy wipes under his eye with the knuckle of his index finger, black nail polish gleaming. “Don’t tell me. Tell the fucker who actually thought it would be cool to make hoodies like this.” He chuckles and sighs. He pulls his hair out of the hoodie, letting it drape down his back. “Like I said before, I’m a demon, not a genie. I don’t grant wishes, and I don’t help people for free, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” Luffy mutters darkly, regretting his decision to summon Buggy. He can’t take anything seriously. He turns his warm face away, pulling out books and reading the covers. Where is it!?

“What are you looking for, anyway?” Buggy asks after almost twenty minutes. He doesn’t like the smell of this library. It’s musty. He’d rather hang out in the other one. The lighting is better. He shoves his hands in the front pocket of the hoodie, watching Luffy buzz around the room.

“Names Of The Damned.” Luffy explains briefly, putting books back with a disappointed exhale. He rests one hand on his upper arm and bites the nail of his thumb on his other hand, thinking. His foot taps quietly, and he shifts his attention to Buggy. “Could you seek it out?” He asks softly. “Please?”

Buggy jerks his head back subtly, brow furrowing. He inhales and exhales with defeat. “Fine. I’ll give ya a freebie. Just this once.” He focuses and his eyes glow for a few short moments. He flicks two fingers, gesturing to the other side of the room. “Case three, second shelf, fifth book from the left.”

Luffy perks up, eyes gleaming. That’s so cool! He follows Buggy’s directions, rushing to the other side of the room and finding the book with ease. He grabs it and brings it over to a cluttered table. Pushing books and crumpled papers aside, he sets the large book down and flips through the pages.

“What do you need the Names Of The Damned for?” Buggy asks curiously putting emphasis on the book title. He walks over and stands on the opposite side of the table. “What use is it to you?”

“It’s always helpful to know your enemies, isn’t it?” Luffy continues to look through the book, eyes scanning every other page. It’s like he’s looking for something more specific.

Buggy takes notice of Luffy’s intense concentration. This must be about what happened to his parents. He thinks with a tilt of his head. “Why summon me? Why not just ask your mentor?”

“He told me not to seek out this book.” Luffy admits quietly, a sad, faraway look in his eyes. Shanks cannot know about this.

“Pfft. You’d think he woulda hidden it better.” Buggy strides around the table, standing directly behind Luffy with a deep chuckle. “Calling on a demon and breaking the head priest’s rules?” He twirls a lock of Luffy’s curly hair around his finger, leaning down. “You sure you belong in a church?”

Luffy exhales shakily, Buggy’s hot breath on the back of his neck. The smell of scorched amber wood and bourbon floods his senses. He spins around, attempting to push Buggy away. His hands slam against the demon’s firm chest. “Six!” He tries again, failing. “Feet!”

“Actually, it’s seven feet.” Buggy stands up straight, hovering his hand above his head and showing off his dangerous canines with a wide, smug grin.

“Buggy!” Luffy snaps, reaching into his cloak to pull out a vial of holy water. He’s not bluffing.

Buggy holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. Geez. Lower the weapon, killer.” He steps back, his shoulders relaxing when Luffy puts the vial away. “Fuck.” He breathes, his tail twitching. “You just keep that shit on you?”

"Of course I do." Luffy fixes his clothes, looking up at Buggy haughtily. He closes the book and holds it under his arm. "How else would I keep rogues like you in line?" He turns away with a small smile. "Thanks for the book. You can go now."

“Ugh.” Buggy grunts with a shudder. He wraps his arms around himself and gazes at Luffy deviously. “I feel so... So used.” He’s about to snap his fingers when Luffy stops him.

“Aht.” Luffy shakes his head disapprovingly. “No stealing from the church, slick.” He points to the hoodie. “Take it off.”

Buggy holds his hands over his chest, pretending to be bashful. “No. I’m shy.” There’s a hint of laughter in his tone.

Luffy taps his foot, expression becoming stern. “Buggy.”

"Killjoy." Buggy scoffs and removes the hoodie, his movements lifting his vest enough to reveal his blue treasure trail. He discards the hoodie onto the table haphazardly. Then he gives Luffy one final dirty look, one eyebrow raised before disappearing in a burst of blue flames.

Luffy closes his eyes and sighs, finally able to relax. He turns to leave the room, pausing to glance back at the hoodie on the table. He bites his lip subtly and looks around before grabbing up the hoodie and exiting quickly.

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[solitaireships]

in the morning

Happy anniversary to me and Bruce! It's a rough estimate on the day bcs unfortunately I'm not in the discord server I was when I first fell for him anymore, but he's been my f/o (unofficially) for 6 years now. With him being the f/o I had for the longest time, I wanted to get this little ficlet out for him. All of this was written today, and I love you, Bruce <3

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 810 words

Divider by straywords

The soft light of the morning seeps through the curtains of Alex and Bruce’s room. It wakes her up from her sleep, eyes only half focused as she blinks into awareness. 

There are few things better than waking up next to Bruce. He’s laying in bed next to her, the blankets twisted up around his legs and a sliver of his stomach being visible with the way the hem of his shirt shifted upward. 

In her still half-asleep daze, it strikes Alex that she’s incredibly lucky to be with Bruce. He’s ridiculously handsome, which is part of it. Right now his head is turned to the side so he’s facing Alex, his left cheek squished against the pillows. His square jawline is lined with dark stubble, and his hair is a little messy from rolling around in his sleep. A couple of grays streak through his hair, and he has some wrinkles too around his eyes and mouth. 

It’s impressive that after all these years he hasn’t gotten any scars on his face, though his nose was broken once and still looks a bit crooked. Either way, Alex thinks that adds to his good looks. And she adores every scar dotting his body from the neck down, each one a reminder that he’s managed to get through everything that Gotham has thrown at him and still gets back up. 

And that’s another thing that Alex adores about Bruce. If there was one word to describe him, it’d be determined. His stubbornness can be annoying at times, but Alex supposes she can be just as bad. And she likes that Bruce never quits— he dedicates himself completely to everything that he does, especially when it comes to caring for others. He's protective, and he's sweet in his own way, even if it's not traditional.

It took time for him to be able to express his care for others. Alex thinks he’s afraid to sometimes. Losing his parents left a mark on him that can never truly be healed. He’s made steps forward, made a new family after having lost his first one, and she’s happy everyday that he has people who love him. But showing that love can be hard for him, so Alex adores every whispered affection he offers to her, every tiny thing he does to show he cares. 

Alex moves closer to Bruce, curling up by his side. She puts one hand on his chest, feeling the firm muscle of his pecs beneath her hand, and rests her chin on his shoulder. He seems to sense her getting close, burying his nose in her hair. 

Alex loves Bruce. She loves him more than anything. Every breath she can feel with the rise and fall of his chest is a gift, a reminder he’s still here and he’s still with her. 

“I love you,” she mumbles, only half thinking about it. 

Bruce lets out a soft grumble in response, one blue eye slowly opening. “I love you too.”

“Did I wake you up?” she asks. 

“No,” he says, eyes fully opening. He grunts, rolling fully onto his side and wrapping his right arm around her. He’s not wearing his prosthetic hand, so his stump brushes against the small of her back. “Can’t sleep too much past seven.”

“Our sleep habits are terrible,” Alex notes. 

“We’re too old to be sleeping like this," Bruce says.

“I always heard that people wake up earlier when they get old. One day we’re not going to sleep past five.”

“Hrn. At least I’ll be getting no sleep with you."

Alex can’t help but give a small smile at that. “Yeah.”

Bruce’s lips brush against Alex’s forehead, not quite a kiss but close enough to make her heart flutter. It’s amazing that even after years together, he can still make her feel like a teenager in love for the first time. 

She hopes that she makes him feel the same way. He deserves that feeling and more. 

“We should probably get out of bed,” Bruce comments. 

“I don’t have to be in the office until nine,” Alex says. And she’d really like to stay cuddled up to Bruce in bed right now. It’s warm, and relaxing, and she’d like to soak in as much alone time with him as possible. 

“I have a meeting at ten. But I won’t need to do anything before then,” he says. 

“Then it sounds like we have some time to ourselves,” Alex comments. It’s not often that they have that. They’re both seemingly constantly being pulled in different directions, both by their jobs and their work behind masks. Moments like these are ones that have to be cherished. 

So draped in their covers and dappled with sunlight seeping in through their curtains, Alex appreciates every moment that she can with Bruce. 

She truly is lucky to have him.

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[moodymisty]

Hey! How're you doing? I hope you've been able to get some good down time :) If it's ok, I have a bit of a...writing query? How do you know which tense is best to use? I realised that I have a habit of "tense hopping" and that's why I get in a fluster when I write. Is present tense better for writing fics or is this just personal preference? (This is why I draw more than write, I am very rusty with my grammar skills lol, I'll make sure to post some tastefully horny art the ppl will approve of)

(I never know if I should answer these queries public or private, I'll answer public just in case anyone else wants to hear my deranged writing tips)

Uggghhh I'm massively guilty of this as well, especially around like a year ago when I started writing again. I had to go back and revise one of my old posted fics recently because I wrote half in present and half in past.

Putting all this under a readmore because I rambled XD

TL;DR: There really isn't a 'best tense' or anything you can apply, since they can all work. It's largely personal preference, unless you really want the reader to feel a specific way.

Generally however, if I follow one character specifically, I like to use present. Which is why many reader inserts are written in it since we're following 'ourselves' as we do things. It also seems to help readers connect more with what a character is feeling or doing in that exact moment. Present also helps if you're someone (like myself) who likes describing small or mundane details. Like how someone's hand moves, how the pins on their bag jingle. An example ↘

It isn’t as if Crosshair is exactly a stranger to watching people, given he’s someone who is far fonder of scoping out a situation from afar. But ‘scoping out the situation’ implies he’s at some point going to jump into the lake, to take a swim; He’s not, and what he’s doing seems to tread more into the lines of leering, than anything else. It makes him furious at himself for not being able to do something so simple, but no matter how much he tries, he can’t seem to get himself to do much beyond just thinking about you. It’s not like he even can get himself to stop doing that either, as he sits in front of the Marauder with his rifle in his lap. Crosshair wonders if the way your body moves is intentional; The way your hips sway, turning on a heel scurrying from task to task like you’re simply floating on air. There’s just something about you; You’re only updating a maintenance report for one of the reg starfighters to keep it on schedule, and he can barely keep his eyes on the maintenance he normally does religiously. You must be finishing up with it, because the next time he looks up you’re walking this way, waving hello to all of them. There’s not been a day since you met them where you haven’t at least tried to spare them even the tiniest moment of your time.

Meanwhile past tense is usually better the longer your work gets, or works where you're not focusing on anything or anyone super deeply. 'Past tense' also tends to be easier for people to read, and you get more flexibility with how you format the writing. For instance if you're skipping time, it's easier on readers to flow into the idea that an amount of time has passed with past tense wording. Example ↘

“It’s… Cleaner in here?” It’s not clean by any means, but stuff was off the floor, which was a major accomplishment. “Yeah, had to clean it up before we haul it back to Coruscant.” Hunter walked by Echo as he spoke, the rest not far behind. Echo closed the gangplank behind him, and gently crossed his arms as he watched Tech diligently wrap up a cable that has been laying there ever since Echo had first stepped foot in this ship. Having walked into the cockpit, he put a hand on Hunter’s seat as he looked out the viewport, before he spotted the outside of the hanger they’re currently landed in. Tech was fiddling on his datapad for a moment before they took off, having crossed his legs one way before he then swapped to the opposite. “Before? What’s the big occasion? Not that I’m complaining.” Hunter gave a small smile.

Using italics, for instance like say using them when a character is thinking of a past interaction, can be helpful for if you NEED to swap tense briefly, but don't want to jolt the reader. Forming it more as we're watching the character in the present, think of the past. Rather than sending the reader themselves to the past. Golly I hope that makes sense. Here.

He remembers the way his legs were hanging off the side of his bunk, aching and in pain after a nightmare had woken him up from his sleep. He’d been sitting just like this for ages, staring off with his heart racing in his chest before you’d come over, sitting beside him. You were quiet for a bit, with Echo silently enjoying the feeling of company. And when you did finally speak, you were offering him even more of your time than you’d already given him. ‘I think I just need some sleep. But…’ He had glanced your way and saw the dim light shadowing the edges of your features, as you looked right at him. ‘Thank you.’ Your lips pressed against the corner of his mouth, eyes closed. When you pulled away, there was tiniest smile on your face. ‘Night, Echo.’

Apologies for the tangent, and again, this is all just my personal thoughts. I have no professional writing experience beyond middle school English class. I am but a humble fic writer. But I really hope it helps! And If I didn't answer your question (I have a tendency to go off the rails) Feel free to tell me!

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[babacontainsmultitudes]

hello!!! hope you are well!!!!! asking all the dndads folks this .. what are your hopes / predictions for next episode

Hi you!!! Hope you’re doing well too :]

Hopes and predictions huh? Hmmm…

Haven’t put too much thought into the realm of actual predictions for this one, truthfully! I’m *hoping* it’ll be a pretty Linc-centric episode (well, Linc and Grant!), which feels reasonable enough to expect?

Very excited for whatever Matt is gonna bring to the table more generally, really. Aside from Lincoln just being the bestest fucking boy, I think Matt more than all the other players (granted Beth excels here as well) just does a phenomenal job at remembering the core themes of the show (“Family!!!” I scream from the rooftops, “This is a show about family!”) and accordingly pays a lot of attention not just to the arc of his own character but to that of Grant as well (and of course all the intricate ways in which the two are intertwined)- a fact that I think is obvious just by looking at how many of Matt’s dad and teen facts revolve around Grant actually! But that’s another post lol. But yeah, even in last week’s teen talk he stated:

“I’m sure Scary won’t be happy with Grant but like, I think, the thing I’m more concerned [with] is obviously Grant- is gonna be how Grant feels about himself. Him screaming “no” after he did it is like, that’s rough”

Which is just- ugh it’s everything to me. That to say, I’m really pumped for what’s to come on that front, since I have a lot of faith in Matt to steer things in a direction that is narratively satisfying for both Lincoln and Grant. Also, it’s such a small thing relative to all that’s going on but, I really do hope that Anthony remembers that Grant hasn’t heard Lincoln’s new voice yet lol, I don’t want that to go unaddressed! Ugh I almost wanna go and relisten to “The Staircase” just thinking about all of this- I’ve been waiting for Grant and Linc to confront each other for *SO LONGGG* hahaha. As a final note on Grant, cause if not I could go on forever, in the teen talk Anthony stated:

“(…) I’ve already had some thoughts as to what he [Willy] wrote onto Grant’s collar”

Which seems to imply that the kiddads don’t all have the same thing written on their collars, which is very interesting! Makes me wonder about Lark and Sparrow as well (<- this got me thinking: “what if Lark and Sparrow’s collars had things written on them that forced them to be apart from each other” or something to that effect OUGH that’d be so rad anyways anyways total tangent loool).

*Otherwise*, FUCK ANTHONY BETTER REMEMBER NICKY. Lmaooo he better parachute in at some point in this episode or else!!! I’d love to see him have to confront Terry’s death, I’d LOOOVE to see him confront/interact with Grant, and I really hope that his reactions to either of those things isn’t just “fuck this shit I’m out” and then he poofs away as he is one to do. Especially now that Anthony decided for convenience’ sake that Nicky can’t make portals anymore- at least keep that consistent lmao. If he *did* try to just dip though, my hope would be that Taylor steps in and actually confronts his dad about that trend of his. Because really, ever since Waterdeep when you think about it we’ve seen that Nick has this bad habit of running away from his problems rather than confronting them (granted his behavior is I think pretty understandable in a good chunk of those cases) and so… Well I guess now that Taylor has become more attached to his dad I would like to see him actually call Nicky out on those behaviors and how it affects him as his son and let his dad know that, well, he doesn’t want Nick to walk out of his life again, y’know?

Hopefully that makes some sense haha, didn’t mean for this ramble to be so long! But yeah, I guess those are the main things running through my head atm (I’ve also been thinking about Scary and Terry and how all that shit is gonna play out ofc, but nothing concrete to say on the matter as it stands).

:3 Wbu???

#SORRY THIS CAME OUT SO LONG LOL #dndads #thanks for the ask this helped me put together some thoughts that'd been running through my head that I was too lazy to make a post about #grant wilson #lincoln li wilson #dungeons and daddies #nick foster #nicky freeman #taylor swift dndads #taylor swift #tags tags tags... #But yeah I'm really just along for the ride with this one however it goes I know it's gonna be good I feel it in me bones

[itwoodbeprefect]

for the WiP ask:

it has to be ‘Hutch would pick Paul Newman’

although I would also very much like to hear about Homophobia? Dan/Casey

(and also, honestly, BJ figures out that Hawkeye is not very heterosexual, although I appreciate that I’m just getting greedy by this point so feel free to ignore that last bit)

@luredin also asked about paul newman, so that one is here! which means that even with the bit between brackets that’s only two, and that’s not greedy at all, it’s just sweet. <3

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Homophobia?

i think this title comes mostly from me going “?” about where exactly this is headed, but the idea is that dan is going around the office being Extremely Subtle about having a small crisis about Something, and (totally unrelated! SO unrelated) avoiding the places he’s most likely to run into casey (who at some point starts to notice, and actively chase dan, as reported on through the people dan talks to).

this is what’s been written out so far:

“Homophobia,” Dan says, when he catches Dana on her way through the office. He peels away from the random desk where he shuffled some papers that belong to someone else because he totally hasn’t been lying in wait.

Dana barely glances at him. She’s headed for the studio, carrying some papers of her own, probably to check up on the sound checks going on there. “Oh, this will be good.”

Dan hopes not. “How do we feel about it?”

“About homophobia?”

“Yes.”

“It’s bad.”

“Right, that’s what I thought.”

Now Dana pauses, shoulder already poised to push open the door to the tech room, and swivels around on her heels to face him. Dan, having fallen back a step as they approached the door and not ready for this sudden move, nearly runs smack into her, and then has to take a step back. “Is there something I need to know?” Dana asks, and Dan is a consummate professional who totally doesn’t panic, because that would be beneath him and his newly fixed mental problems.

“I’m not gay,” he blurts, and it maybe comes out a little defensive, by accident.

Dana, quite possibly the more professional professional between the two of them (oh, who’s he kidding, of course she is), only shows a miniscule twitch of her eyebrows and mouth, but it’s enough for Dan to read that she’s both surprised and will soon be openly laughing at him behind his back. “Not what I thought I was asking, and definitely not something I would need to know.”

“Well,” Dan says, finding himself caught in this conversational trap of his own making. “Now you do.”

“Now I do,” Dana agrees, and finally pushes through the door, and Dan stays behind to watch it swing shut and feel that oh, yeah, she’s going to be laughing at him.

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BJ figures out Hawkeye is not very heterosexual

this one is... a little tricky, because there are two potential versions of it. it’s a kind of 5+1 setup, with the five being situations in which (still pretty new in camp) BJ keeps running into the suggestion that hawkeye might not be entirely straight - he seems to have kissed a lot of guys, when BJ is angry at himself for getting upset over losing a patient mulcahy comforts him and mentions tommy (from sometimes you hear the bullet), and this:

Radar clucks his tongue and shakes his head, all frowny disapproval. “The amount of Generals he’s told he’ll have their babies if they end the war - oh boy.”

“Are you sure you’re not getting him confused with Klinger?”

“No, Klinger just asks them to marry him. At least he does it the right way.”

but then the +1 is either BJ suggesting hawkeye should tone it down (because he’s worried about hawkeye, but obviously hawkeye still lets him know that’s not cool) or it’s BJ wordlessly catching on and playing along when someone looks at hawkeye weird for one of his comments (making the other guy out to be the fool). i have a pretty good idea of which one would play better with most of the tumblr/ao3 mash crowd, and the second version is a lot more lighthearted (which i like, generally!), but the first was the original conception and has more weight to it. i guess i could also still combine them - a mini redemption arc. (either way though, none of it is supposed to be BJ bashing, of course. if it ends up being an exploration of flaws, it’s hopefully a respectful one.)

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send me the title of one of my WIPs and i’ll tell you something about it or post a snippet!

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[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Fourteen

The Bad Idea

Pairing: Draken x Fem!Reader

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Kisaki forces you straight into your apartment, cursing at you as you fight him the whole time up the stairs. But he locks you inside without a single care, leaving you alone with your thoughts that make your brain want to explode. You finally end up letting out a scream from how pissed-off angry you are that you could even think about killing your brother- but how much better you'll feel once you finally get rid of him. This is no longer about your parents and whatever messed up crap they want from you. It's now about getting even with your deranged sibling.

You reach for your phone, thinking maybe you could text Draken or someone from the first division, but you doubt they'd even answer you. Besides, you don't even know the conclusion of the war yet. They could all be dead for all you know...

You look around your apartment and try to come up with any kind of plan for escape. You rush to your window and look down, suddenly remembering just how high up the fifth floor is. There's absolutely no way you can jump and survive that. But as you look down against the building's outside wall, you notice that your brother's apartment window is just below yours.

You rush to your bedroom and pull off the sheets of your bed. There's absolutely no way this is going to work, you tell yourself. I mean, this only works in movies, right? I'm going to fucking die! But it's better than sitting here and waiting for my asshole of a brother to get back and do god knows what with me!

You quickly tie your sheets together and secure one end to the foot of your sofa. On the other end, you grab a lamp and quickly tie it together. You then carry the lamp towards the window and toss it down so it shatters the window directly below you.

Taking in a deep breath, you carefully step one foot out your window and climb down until your feet reach the broken sill. You then slowly step through and enter your brother's apartment. But just as you reach his front door on the other side of the room, he steps in front of you out of nowhere.

"Where are you going?" he asks emotionlessly. "Where do you have left to go?"

"Anywhere but here," you scoff, having enough of his bullshit.

Suddenly, before he gets the chance to open his stupid mouth again, the door swings open. Distracted by the sudden outburst, your brother turns around. You use the free time to rush back across the room, grab the lamp from before, and whack him straight across the head. Only when he's passed out on the ground do you look at who has just entered.

Shocked to see Draken with Chifuyu and Takemichi on either of his side, you fall down onto your knees feeling suddenly light headed. "How'd you guys find this place?" you ask weakly.

"It was easy we just followed you guys here," Chifuyu smiles.

"His name is written on the fucking door, too," Draken adds.

"Well, not anymore," Takemichi mutters.

"Thanks, guys," you smile softly as you muster up as much energy as you can to stand back up on your feet. "I wasn't expecting you to come after everything Hanma said."

"Ah, we knew all along," Takemichi grins proudly.

"No we didn't," Chifuyu whispers as he nudges his friend in the arm.

"Yeah, but Y/N doesn't know that!" Takemichi continues.

You smile at their banter, seeing nothing has changed. But as you move your eyes over to Draken, your smile immediately fades.

"I'm really sorry for all the messed up crap my brother has done to you and everyone around you. None of you guys deserved any of that. I know that nobody could ever replace the people you lost but I hope I could at least help out if there's any way I can."

Draken takes a small step towards you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel your face heat up as your body meets his. "Draken, I really am sorry-"

"Don't. I know what you went through, too, so you don't need to keep apologizing to me," he explains. Then, as you look up at him, he smiles softly. "But you must promise not to lie to me again, okay?"

"Okay," you smile back. "I promise."

Takemichi then kicks Kisaki's unconscious body and shivers. "What do we do now?" he asks.

"We get the hell out of here," you reply.

The four of you quickly rush out of the apartment, descend the stairs, and stand outside by their three bikes. "Wait," you then ask. "Where do you guys plan on going?"

"Toman, obviously," Draken replies.

"Everyone's back at Toman already? What about the war?"

Chifuyu shrugs. "After Kisaki left to go deal with you, we only had to really deal with Hanma, but it was pretty quick and we still won."

"No way, so everyone's alright?"

"Probably not," Draken sighs as he shakes his head. "I'm sure they're all filling up on alcohol and whatever other drugs they can get their hands on as we speak. We better go."

You then quickly hop onto the back of Chifuyu's bike and ride away from your apartment from hell that you'll never return to again.

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[solarmorrigan]

For the Newmann prompts, how about either #16 or #24, whichever catches your fancy!

Thank you!

Ah! Thank you very much for the prompt! I'll admit to seriously wanting to write both numbers, but in the end I only had the time/energy for one :/ I enjoyed writing it, though, so I hope you enjoy reading it (if you're still around; I'm sorry it took a bit!)

#24: “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

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It happens for the first time when they’ve been stationed at the Hong Kong Shatterdome for nearly three years.

A knock comes at Hermann’s door far later than could be considered polite, and as he makes his way over, Hermann can only assume there’s been some kind of emergency.

Instead, upon looking through the peephole, he finds Newton standing on the other side.

With a frustrated huff, Hermann opens the door, but the pointed remark about manners dies on his tongue when he gets a better look at the man on his doorstep – Newton’s eyes are red-rimmed and wet behind crooked spectacles, his face is pale where it isn’t blotchy, his shoulders are tensed up nearly to his ears.

He looks terrible.

“What’s happened?” Hermann asks, low-level anxiety already shoving the frustration away.

Newton shakes his head. “Nothing. Nothing happened.” He gives an entirely unconvincing little laugh that is followed by what is probably meant to be a discrete sniffle. “I know it’s late, but I, uh. I wanted to talk to you because I had an idea? Can’t – can’t pick when brilliance strikes, right? And I need to, uh– sound it out. Like, now. If… you don’t mind.”

As an excuse, it is deeply unconvincing, if only because Newton has never before asked if Hermann would mind before he barges into his space or starts spouting incomprehensible biological terms, but being as something is clearly wrong, Hermann steps aside.

“Thanks,” Newton mutters, crossing the threshold quickly, as though he thinks Hermann might change his mind and send him away after all.

He’s dressed for bed, Hermann notes, in a threadbare t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms, the cuffs of which are stuffed into the tops of his boots, the only concession Newton has made to appropriate attire for leaving one’s quarters. It does make Hermann feel a little less underdressed in his own pajamas and dressing gown, however, so he finds he doesn’t mind much.

Hermann offers Newton the desk chair, the only place to sit aside from the bed, and Newton thanks him but doesn’t take it. Instead, he begins to pace the small room, radiating nervous energy as he cuts glances at Hermann.

“So, uh. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about – about this sample I just got in. Old shit, but they did a pretty good job preserving it. But, yeah. No, um – I’ve been studying it… obviously. And I’m thinking…”

What follows is a ramble that, even to Hermann, who has not made a habit of studying any kind of biology outside of what he’s absorbed from Newton’s impromptu lectures in the past, sounds like disjointed nonsense. It’s full of prevarication, unrelated observations, and occasional segues into the definitions of basic terms. If it had been turned in as a written assignment, Hermann would have given it a “D” at best.

It isn’t about the content, though, Hermann realizes after five straight minutes of bafflement. As Newton paces and waves his arms and fidgets with his hands with such intensity that Hermann is briefly concerned he may dislocate one of his own fingers, Hermann realizes that what Newton is really doing is working through the final stages some sort of anxiety attack.

There is a desperate edge to his voice, the barest hint of a tremble, and he scarcely even pauses for breath, as though he fears something will happen if he stops talking.

Hermann has absolutely no idea why Newton’s come to him, of all people, in the midst of his panic, but he tries not to disappoint. As much as he and Newton pick and prod at one another, there are some things that must be considered separate from their usual feuding. So Hermann pays attention, hums when it seems appropriate, asks questions when it seems Newton is running out of steam and devolving into anxious stuttering, and waits for Newton to wind down.

He does, eventually, sinking into the desk chair that had been offered to him some time prior and continuing to babble intermittently, until he is more sleepy silences than chatter.

“It’s late,” Hermann finally says, stifling a very real yawn. “I think we ought to get to bed.”

“Yeah.” Newton nods, a bit dazed but no longer vibrating. “Yeah. Thanks for, uh – listening.”

“Of course.” Hermann pauses, considering whether he ought to add any more, but he eventually just allows himself to remain in awkward silence.

Newton quirks an odd little smile at him, and goes.

Hermann expects it to be a one-off sort of event – that Newton came to him in a fit of desperation when, for some reason, he had nowhere else to turn.

This does not turn out to be the case.

Newton continues to show up at Hermann’s door, usually later than Hermann would prefer, though he never denies Newton. Sometimes it happens as frequently as once a week, sometimes it does not happen for months at a time. Hermann cannot help but look for a pattern, though he is no psychologist, and finds hints of one in the turns of Newton’s moods, in the rising tension within the PPDC, in the amount of funding and leeway K-Science is given – or denied.

What Hermann cannot fathom, however, is why Newton comes to him at all.

Hermann is notoriously impatient with high levels of emotion, and, as Newton himself has pointed out on multiple occasions, Hermann isn’t a “people person.” He isn’t ashamed of this, not after years of building up armor against the jabs people make about it, but he has found it’s made him… less approachable, over the years. Yet Newton comes to him when he is anxious and vulnerable and is inexplicably soothed by him.

Though Hermann tries to provide whatever it is Newton is looking for when he turns up in the night, he can only go on so long before his curiosity gets the best of him.

“Why do you come here?” Hermann asks one evening, breaking the silence that usually settles once Newton has tired himself out.

Slumped over in the desk chair and fiddling with one of Hermann’s wooden hand puzzles, Newton glances over at Hermann. “Huh?”

“I asked why you come here,” Hermann says again.

This time, Newton snorts, looking back to the desk. “I thought that was kinda obvious, man. I have… like, sort of severe anxiety issues. ‘Cause of, y’know, the bipolar, and the general stress, and also the world is ending, and, like–”

“I know all of that,” Hermann snaps. “I mean… here. Why do you come here?”

Newton shrugs. “Because you’re here.”

As if it’s that simple.

“Why me?” Hermann asks quietly.

Newton shrugs again, but he’s staring very pointedly at the pieces of puzzle he’s spread over the surface of Hermann’s desk. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“And what is ‘this’? What is it that I do?” Hermann has been dying to know, if he’s honest – what could he possibly be doing that Newton finds solace in?

“You just… you’re here. You watch out for me while I get my brain back together. You’re, uh. Present, I guess, when I can’t be.” Newton glances over at Hermann, a furtive look from beneath his lashes, cagey and uncertain. “No one else would do that for, y’know… me.”

“Ah,” is all Hermann can think to say for a moment.

“Yeah,” Newton says.

“I’m… glad,” Hermann finally manages. “That I can be of some help.”

This time, Newton says nothing, but sends Hermann another of those, queer, tired little smiles.

When Newton goes back to his own quarters, Hermann finds himself oddly disappointed to see him go. For one mad moment, he wonders if, sometime in the future, he might just tell Newton that he’s welcome to stay – stay the night, stay in Hermann’s room. That’s if it helps Newton, of course, but also because Hermann has grown strangely protective over these nights between them. Possessive, suddenly.

These nights are theirs.

But these are thoughts, Hermann decides, best examined when not in a haze of exhaustion. He lays down to sleep and vows to think it through some other time.

#newmann #hermann gottlieb #newt geiszler #hermannnewt #pacific rim #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous #this got out of hand I'm sorry #it was supposed to be a 'drabble' but it wanted to be bigger and I let it

[tonya-the-chicken]

Hori shouldn’t have written the Todoroki family so realistically if he wanted us to be on board with Dabi’s super fast character arc

I think it could be better. In many places, their abuse is more "tell" than "show"

Like

Touya and Rei - good though I would show a little bit more Enji-Rei interactions to grasp how it started how but you know me

Shouto - if I see those freaking bamboo swords one more time...

Natsuo and Fuyumi - we are told they were neglected but that was never "shown" because they are secondary characters and don't matter

Also, I think that we need more information on how it changed because the family started ok and then boom? Basically, more information on what Enji was going through. Manga tells us "Enji grew more frustrated and his family life worsened" and "Touya died, Enji grew even more frustrated, the abuse worsened even more" but it's "telling" and not "showing" and it feels like a few steps are missing. I feel like he wasn't abusing them purely as a way to relieve frustration so showing only frustration feels a bit reductive. He hit Rei in moments when she went against him or didn't do what he told her to do, which hints that he expected her to always listen to him which has very little to do with his frustration but we don't give this idea any time. And he neglected Natsuo and Fuyumi because he ran away but really it's just a glimpse

Training with Shouto is the "central" abuse of the story but we only see glimpses of it. Shouto is throwing up, Shouto is on the floor, and Rei interferes... But really, outside the times when Shouto is on the floor, did anything happen? I guess it might look gruesome or "not that bad" but either way if you say something is abuse, there is a value in showing what exactly is abuse because yeah, when your kid is on the floor throwing up, you messed up but how exactly?

I think Horikoshi wanted to show a decline that is slow but steady but that takes a lot of time and while Touya's backstory chapters showed us a great deal, they were focused primarily on him and, like, we really don't know for sure much about how Enji and Rei's relationship developed or how Enji treated not-Shouto kids after Rei was hospitalised. For god's sake, we are told Shouto can't talk with his siblings but how that rule was enforced, and how would Enji react if it wasn't followed (like, didn't Shouto try to talk to them at least once? Or vice versa?)

I know some of those things are small details that don't contribute to the overall story much but personally, I only find Touya's abuse to be shown good enough. I would work on the rest of the family if I strived for a realistic depiction of family abuse. But maybe I am insane and no one else is so concerned about making all of this logical and believable and in-depth... Maybe I just want more depth, really. They kind of are secondary characters but no one forced Hori to make their story so complicated

#asks #bnha #hashtag personal opinion #anyaway #bnha manga spoilers #todoroki family #cw abuse

[amberjazmyn]

burning questions

i love the cast of cw's supernatural and even though it is no longer being filmed, i still enjoy the show so i was inspired to write my own few imagines of the cast! the one i'll be writing in this chapter is a take on the burning questions video that celebrities do and it has already been written before however, i'll be doing it for all four of the main boys (jensen, jared, misha and alex) so, enjoy! by the way, for all the boys, a different name will be used as it helps me a lot more than using y/n. 

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jensen ackles 

"hiya, i'm evangline ackles and i will be answering my fans' most burning questions about my life!" smiling at the camera, evangeline grabs the tin bucket with the pieces of folded paper of questions

"how do you feel about answering all these questions, evangeline?" a producer behind the camera asks as the actress smiles before responding 

"i'm actually pretty confident as, to be fair, i've had people ask me some very interesting questions throughout my career so, i'm sure these can't be too bad!" the stage and screen actress quips with a small chuckle as she then proceeds to unfold the first question

"the first question is..." she trails off as she unravels it and reads it with a smile

"how many siblings do you have?" evangeline smiles at that question considering it was a simple but still sweet and simplistic question to ask 

"good question, umm, it's actually really funny, i have eleven..." 

"...soo, is there twelve siblings in total or are you one of eleven?" a producer asks for clarification as evangeline giggles before clarifying

"oh, yeah, to clarify, there are twelve siblings in total, five of them are biologically mine and then the other six are step-siblings. it's really complicated so i won't go into as much detail in this response but yeah, i have five biological siblings since my mum had six kids and then my step-dad had six who are my step-siblings," evangeline giggles as she sees the shocked looks from the producers who were sitting in front of her 

"anyway, next question!" evangeline giggles as she picks up the next question and unfolds it 

"if you could switch bodies with one of your current or former broadway cast members, who would it be and why?" evanegline's face instantly lights up at this question and it was easy to understand why 

"ooh, this question has got to be my favourite question! umm, it would for sure have to be either phillipa soo from when i was her understudy for hamilton or my current cast member, gabrielle carrubba as we both share the role of zoe murphy on dear evan hansen when it opens back up on december 11th. so, get your tickets for that down below or in the link in my instagram bio!" evangelina smiles as she goes to pick up a different question when a producer calls out to her 

"why would you switch bodies with phillipa and gabrielle?" evangeline facepalms before responding to the second part of the question with a chuckle

"oh, shoot, i'm sorry! uhh, i'd switch bodies with phillipa because, she's just absolutely stunning and i just wish i had the same poise, confidence and elegance as her. i mean, she is just the epitome of broadway queen and she is so humble as well! i just adore her to the moon and back and i'd switch with gabrielle because honestly, we're quite literally the same person but in two different bodies! like, me and gabrielle just understand each other in ways that i genuinely think it honestly worries my husband, jensen. but, i also think he secretly enjoys the fact that gabrielle and i, who both play zoe in dear evan hansen, that there aren't any clashes and we don't argue with one another on who plays zoe better. but, yeah, i'd love to see how gabrielle thinks and processes things as well as that is literally the singular thing that is different about us!" evangeline giggles as she looks up to the camera and producers as she reopens the next question

"oh *giggles* speaking of dear evan hansen!" she chuckles, showing the question as she then turns it back around to read it 

"what's it like playing zoe murphy in dear evan hansen alongside greats like jordan fisher, jared goldsmith and gabrielle carrubba, who you share the role of zoe with?" 

"wow, this is such a good question. umm, it's honestly a dream come true to play a character like zoe, i mean, since the show first started five years ago, i've fallen in love with zoe as a character. and, just getting the opportunity to share the role with gabrielle and do it alongside jordan is a dream come true for sure!" evangeline smiles as she unfolds the next question

"in regards to playing zoe murphy on deh sharing it with gabrielle carrubba, how does it work. only because it doesn't say that either of you is understudying one another so, how does it work? are you both known as the leading ladies or what?"

"ooh, another good question! y'all have such good questions! but umm, yes, in regards to meand gabrielle both being known as the leading ladies, that is right. we are not known as each others understudies and that is because the casting director purely loved both gabrielle and i during auditions that they couldn't bear to call either one of us the understudy. so, we're both just known as "leading ladies, zoe murphy" which is honestly really cool. so, pretty much what happens is that every two weeks, we switch as to who is performing. so, currently, for this week and next week, gabrielle is on as zoe whilst i stay here in vancouver with the cast of supernatural and then, after next week, i'll be flying into nyc to do my two weeks of zoe and then that's how gabrielle and i work it. and, honestly, it's a really good system as it honestly gives us room to do other things that the other cast members can't do unfortuantely because they don't have another person with them to cover except for their understudy if they were to do the every two week thing that gabrielle and i do. so, yeah, it is truly something that gabrielle and i take full advantage of and it is truly a solid work plan!" evangeline smiles, hoping she explained that properly as the producer gave her a thumbs up, letting her know it made perfect sense 

"what's one thing that jensen and the leading men of supernatural do that bother the absolute hell out of you when you are on set with them?"

"ooohh, we're getting juicy now *giggles*," evangeline giggled, her head flying back before she answers the question 

"i'll do them one by one so, the one thing that jensen does specifically is that when i'm trying to go through my songs for deh the week before i leave for nyc is he'll sit right in front of me. he will usually sit on the chair backwards kinda like jared does *giggles* and he'll just rest his arms on the back of the chair and rest his chin or entire head there and he'll just watch as i mumble through my lines and songs and it bugs me. i can never stay annoyed at my husband for too long but it is truly something that bugs me when i'm trying to focus. jared, an annoying thing that jared does...now that's hard because jared actually doesn't tend to annoy me as much as the other three do and that may come as a shock to people. but, he really doesn't annoy me since he knows when the line has been drawn and he doesn't draw the line further. so, jared's my favourite out of all of them *giggles*. umm, alex...he bugs me with his puppy dog eyes. which i know a lot of people think is something that jared would use with me but he doesn't. it's always alex coming over to me with puppy eyes which means he wants me to do something for him without him actually saying it. but, to be fair, i always do what alex wants me to do because his puppy dog eyes are the actual sweetest every so, i can't ever say no to him. i've actually said before that it's a crime to say no to alex's puppy dog eyes *giggles*. and last but not least, misha...to be fair, again, similar to jared actually, misha also doesn't really annoy me either. misha just makes me giggle and will subtly distract me, like, not as obvious as jensen does but, misha will just be in the corner of my eye and he'd be making a funny face at me. and then, i'll confuse myself because i would then notice misha and get all muddled up with whatever it was i was doing. but, to finish this question off, i couldn't ever stay annoyed at them as they are all wonderful men and, i adore them to the moon and back and then infinity!" evangeline smiles as she grabs the third to last question

"funniest onstage flop, whether it was on broadway or during your guest staring role on supernatural?" 

 this question made evangline chuckle real good. she's had way too many flops to just mention one so, she just named some of them but explained only two of them in great detail. 

"wow, okay, this is funny. so, okay, i've had so many so i'm just gonna round up a small list of not even half! so, i've tripped during hamilton, i've forgotten part of eliza's solo during burn, i've been heard laughing during daveed digs' onstage messup. i've messed up a death scene on supernatural, i've flubbed lines on spn, i've missed my mark on hamilton. i've missed my mark on spn, i've been caught jamming out backstage during you'll be back in hamilton, i've been caught making faces whilst on stage doing hamilton when i thought i couldn't be seen. and, the list goes on and on and all of these mishaps as you've heard, mostly happened during hamilton supernatural," evangeline chuckles as she then explains one from hamilton and one from supernatural in detail 

"so, in regards to being heard laughing during daveed diggs' onstage mess up, it was during his verse in 'i know' and he was about to do his really cool rap part of the song and it was like he was having a stroke all of a sudden. he had started to perform his quite fast-paced verse when all of a sudden, his brain and mouth must have clearly had a disconnect and he just started trailing off into random gibberish. and, obviously, me being me, i couldn't hold my laughter as most people in my cast were able to even though i don't think they could hold their laughter this time either. and, thinking i had my microphone turned off as i was techncially, whilst not apart of the scene, every person on the cast was either on stage or on the surround, so i was on stage i think or it may have been the surround that day as i must have been in the ensemble rather than on as eliza. so, thinking my mic was turned off, which for those wondering it never is turned off unless it's scripted to be turned off, i just burst out into laughter when suddenly ariana debose, one of the ensemble, who was also giggling, pointed at my mic. mouthing to me that it hadn't been turned off so everyone had heard me bursting out into hysterical laughter after daveed messed up and my face had never been so red and flushed in my entire life! but, in saying that, it was probably one of my favourite memories of hamilton as oak, a fellow cast member was also cracking up as were other cast members. so, yeah, it was a hilarious mess up but afterwards, i did get caught by our stage manager but thankfully, i wasn't in too much trouble or anything since the stage manager also found it funny. and, rather, it was the sound tech that got in heavy trouble for not noticing that my mic was still on when it was actually scripted for it to be turned off," evangeline chuckled, her smile radiating as she then told the supernatural mess up story 

"now, my favourite supernatural mess up was actually when we were trying to film a death scene. it was actually my characters fake death scene right before the actual big death scene four weeks later in the season finale of i think, season fourteen.  so, pretty much, to give you a rundown, the actual day of filming cece, my character's fake death scene wasn't actually as sad as people make it out to be in the comments of the youtube videos *giggles*. we purposefully made sure to make it as lighthearted as possible throughout the day as we knew that in four weeks time, for the finale, that it would be even worse and a much sadder, depressing and time consuming day. so, our director made sure to keep us smiling and laughing the whole day of my fake death scene and, he accidentally did that a little to seriously as, during my fake death, we kept messing up. i kept on laughing and not being able to hide my breathing. jared kept on screaming out evangeline instead of cece accidentally and jensen kept on swearing because he wasn't getting his mark right for his placing in the scene and, it was just hilarious and chaotic. and, at one point, misha legitmately, accidentally gatecrashed the scene and accidentally flicked me in the nose. oh, and another take, jared had accidentally tripped over me and in that same take, jensen fell on top of me and, yeah. after about, i swear, hundreds of takes,  we finally got the take we needed and it was a great day overall. and i say that because they didn't try to make the day really sad because it was a fake death scene so, they wanted to make it as lighthearted as possible and that's what they did. this also gave my husband and jared so much acting freedom to go off script if they so chose to do so. and, yeah, it was just a fantastically fun episode to shoot!" evangeline smiles as she picks up the second to last question 

"what is something you miss about supernatural and a quick fact about the day you filmed cece's real death scene in the season fourteen finale that's never been revealed?" 

"ooh, this is such a good question. that's so cool...umm...i miss a lot about supernatural i mean, that show really is how i met jensen, my husband and we're now pregnant with our first kid so, it's great but, obviously, i couldn't stay on the show forever as i was doing broadway and other projects but, yeah. and a fact about cece's death scene in the season fourteen finale that's been revealed...hmm, that's a good question!" evangeline responds with a giggle as she comes up with her response quickly 

"oh, duh, i know! umm, obviously, it's been mentioned before but shooting death scenes can become quite uncomfortable and quite upsetting so, having to get into that headspace to film it have everything be perfect can be extremely difficult. so, when it came to filming cece's death it was kind of really emotionally draining because, obviously, playing dead isn't as simple as laying still, right? so, you have to make sure your breathing is shallow or you have to hold it as that then defeats the purpose of pretending to be dead. umm, you have to make sure your entire body is relaxed so that includes your face, neck, legs, stomach, arms - the whole entire body so if you get picked up, which is usually what happens, you can easily go limp and just appear to have no muscle function and look like a toy almost," evangeline pauses to catch her breath before continuing 

"and, with my death scene in season fourteen in the finale, it was actually a downcast day. like, i'm talking not just the cast and crew but it seemed as though the weather was matching how everyone was feeling. because, during the filming of my death scene, it started to pour down heavily with rain and it wasn't expected or forecasted. and it genuinely scared everyone but, it made the scene look a thousand times prettier and emotional and it just really set the tone for how the other characters were going to react later on in the episode. and, another fact was that, all the reactions were real reactions. so, it wasn't sam, dean and cas it was jared, jensen and misha which made it even harder for me to keep my cool and composure. to the point where, i don't know if anyone noticed in the episode but, when jensen as dean picks me up and he's you know, losing it, absolutely freaking out and trying to wake me up, a singular tear rolls down the side of my cheek that was closest to jensen's shirt. so in later scenes, the tear drop is seen and no one knew it was mine, everyone thought it was jensen's but, no it was mine! but yeah, death scenes are really not my favourite scenes to film but, they do give you the most time to show your skills when you're not the one dying or already dead!" evangeline smiles as she then picks up the final question 

"and last but not least..." 

"do you and the spn wives get along?" 

 "and the answer is, yes we do! we get along so well that i think the guys aren't shocked anymore when we get excited to see each other again *giggles*. like, literally, a few weeks ago when i was during rehearsals for dear evan hansen, alex's wife lena came to visit me and i full on freaked out as i hadn't seen her in a couple of months before she surprised me. so, yes, of course, we absolutely adore each other. and, especially due to our partners being in spn together, it all made us closer and all gave us something to bond over and relate with. i mean, jared's lovely lady was also in spn as was i so, yeah, it was something we could all relate to!" evangeline smiled before looking back at the camera 

"so guys, that was my last question! i'm evangeline ackles and this has been answering my fans most burning questions! i hope you enjoyed and laughed with me. or, you found out an interesting fact that you didn't know about me that existed until now! bye guys, thank you for having me!" evangeline smiles as she hopped off the seat and left the camera's frame

a giggle being the last thing heard from evangeline before the video ended. 

jared padalecki 

"hello, my name is callie padalecki and i will be answering my fans most burning questions about me!" i giggled as i picked up the first question and already, i wish i hadn't agreed to this 

"oh no...this first question does not look promising at all!" i chuckled sadly as i opened the rest of it and read it out loud

"what is callie padalecki's real name?" oh, that wasn't actually too bad, the fuck did i freak out for? 

"oh..okay...why did i freak out for no reason?" i giggled before continuing the answer 

"okay for those who weren't aware, callie isn't actually my birth name, it's a stage name slash nickname. my birth name is caroline elaine de rose but, when i turned sixteen and emancipated myself from my parents, i immediately changed my name to just callie elaine and now my married name is callie elaine padalecki so, it's pretty neat!" i chuckled, throwing the piece of paper to the floor as i grabbed the second question 

"why did callie padalecki emancipate herself from her parents?" 

"ooh...okay, this is kind of a tough question because there wasn't a single reason as to why per se. it was rather an amalgamation of reasons as to why i emancipated myself from my parents but, the main reason was that they were quite abusive and, i wasn't going to stand for it any longer!" i smiled as i chucked away the question to pick up the next one 

"was callie padalecki on supernatural?" 

"*giggles* i get this question a lot and, yes. i was on supernatural and that is actually how i met my now husband, jared. i was in seasons four as a recurring role as noelle and then in thirteen, fourteen and fifteen as a guest star. and, the best thing was, especially for the later seasons, i was credited as callie padalecki so that was nice seeing that rather than de rose," i smiled, my cheeks heating up when i mention jared as my husband and saying that my last name, padalecki as i picked up the next question

"was there ever a moment where you wanted to give up acting and go back home to hawaii or texas?" 

"ooh, that is a good question and, i'll be totally honest since i have to. but, honestly, yes, there was a moment where i wanted to give up with the entire thing and just go back to texas cause that was where jared and i had settled down. i remember the exact moment where i remember telling jared that i wanted to give up but, unless it's asked in a different question, i won't expand on it," i smiled as i unfold the next question and lo and behold, it mentions the expansion of when i wanted to give up on acting and i laughed, shaking my head 

"wow, what are the odds of this happening?" i chuckle, showing the question and then reading it out loud

"what and why did you tell jared that you wanted to give up on acting and leave back to texas, callie?" 

"okay, now i have to explain so, for those who weren't aware, at this moment of my life when i was on supernatural, i was experience a lot of trauma. for example, one of my siblings had suffered a stroke whilst we were both at work, me in vancouver canada and my brother in hawaii as that's where i was born and raised until i left. and i wasn't allowed to go visit him on an emergency visa or what have you, my parents were also trying to take me to court for causing "family problems" that no longer included me because obviously, i was now legally a padalecki and hadn't been part of the family for years and i was also going in and out of the hospital due to mental health as well as medical reasons too. and, the moment i told jared that i wanted to just give up and throw in the towel was when we were trying to film a particular scene in supernatural and, i just wasn't getting it. my brain and my mouth weren't connecting to my lines, my emotions weren't connecting just, nothing was lining up and working! similar to what happened to jared in prophet and loss in season fourteen, i just couldn't find the emotion in the scene, i couldn't connect what my mouth was saying to my brain, it was as though i couldn't get the words out period! like, honestly, the cast and crew thought that there was one of three things going on with me. that it was a stroke, a diabetic flare up cause i'm type one or that i had taken too many pills or some cold medicine because i couldn't get anything to make sense. it wasn't until literally, nearly five in the morning when we finally got the perfect take and i just dropped to the floor and for the second time that night, i just broke down into hysterics. the first time was during the scene instead of just having my voice break from emotion, i just full out sobbed my lines which actually, the cast and crew absolutely loved and that was the take that was used and didn't bother to redo it. and yeah, afterwards, i just fell into jared's embrace and quietly sobbed saying that i couldn't do it anymore and that i wanted to give up. i felt as though i had failed as a person, not as an actress but as a person and that i couldn't do anything right anymore. but, having said that, since that moment, what happened that day hasn't happen since, same for jared after what happened to him whilst filming prophet and loss and, we're doing great now!" i smiled as i chucked the piece of paper away and grabbed the next question

"was there an 'oh fuck' moment during you and jared's wedding or a moment of pure euphoria?" 

"wow, this is such a sweet question that's never been asked before!" i squealed in slight excitement as i giggled, folding up the piece of paper and answering the question

"i'll say both as i had both an "oh fuck" moment and a moment of euphoria so, i'll start with the oh fuck moment first..." 

"...so, pretty much, at the beginning of jared and i's wedding, i was originally meant to be walked down the aisle by my older brother nikolai but, unfortuantely before the wedding, he got into an accident that required him to temporarily be on crutches. so, we had him seated in the front row even though he was one of jared's best men and the one saying a speech but because we now didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle, i started to panic when out of nowhere, i get a call from misha...the lovely misha collins who a couple of years beforehand had joined supernatural and asked me if he was able to walk me down the aisle if jensen or my other brothers weren't available. and, since i knew misha a couple of years before i met jared and jensen, i said yes straight away, not even thinking to ask jensen or even one of my other brothers and, misha ended up walking me down the aisle at me and jared's wedding!" i chuckled softly, smiling brightly at the memory even though it did start off as an 'oh fuck' moment 

"and the moment of euphoria was the moment in which jared and i had our speeches from our best men and maid of honour. and, i know what you're all thinking, what the fuck callie, why wasn't it when you and jared kissed or were finally announced as mr and mrs padalecki? but, there is a reason why my moment of euphoria happened during the speeches at the reception and you'll understand what i'm talking about!" i chuckled before continuing as even the producers seemed interested and confused

"so, the reason why that moment was the most euphoric was that jared had two best men, jensen and my brother nikolai and my maid of honour was evangeline, jensen's wife and jared's sister megan. hearing the four of them all speak during our wedding was just the most euphoric moment because neither of my older brothers wanted to be "best man" but it made it better cause they ended up writing letters for jared and i whilst nikolai just said a two minute speech that he got from google *giggles* whilst jensen, evangeline and megan were actually full on letters as a speech. also, just hearing how jensen, evangeline and megan, and nikolai, all interpreted jared and i's relationship was just so special and the things they all talked about just honestly made jared and i's hearts burst with love and gratefulness that we chose those four as our best men and maids of honour. and yes, they all, nikolai, jensen, evangeline and megan, made jared and i cry. jared more so than me but, i did get a little teary-eyed. it was the vows from jared that kinda got me crying and it was the first look that i got jared spooked and surprised about how good i looked *giggles*. anyway, the reception and the speeches were what made it really sink in for me that jared and i were finally married!" i smiled, chucking the piece of paper away for it to not go anywhere but my lap which caused laughter around the studio as i picked up the next question 

"was callie padalecki in misha collins' wedding?" 

"really? this is something people actually wanna know about me?" i chuckle as people behind the cameras nod their heads as i giggle again 

"wow okay...but umm, yes...i was in misha's wedding to his lovely and gorgeous wife, evannah collins and it was truly the most gorgeous day in the world. i was one of the bridesmaids as it had just been jared and i's wedding so, i had given maid of honour to evannah's sister avalon who had originally given the role to me," i smile, scrunching up the piece of paper before grabbing out the last one

"last question!" i grunted out as i tried to grab the piece of paper 

"how do you feel about how elodie got her end in supernatural? do you think it's fair that, like dean, elodie was killed off when she was just starting to find peace her life?" 

"such a great final question! umm...honestly...i feel satisfied and content with elodie's end to supernatural now that the show is over! i'm glad that alongside dean that she got to pass away and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel even though she did specify that she did prefer real life to heaven. but, i honestly think that after finally dying the way she did and being brought to heaven, she's so much more happier with staying there as she's got dean, castiel..sam! she's got all her friends with her so, she'll be totally fine! but yes, filming that knowing that dean was also going to die was a little sad that he died before sam but honestly, whilst that day was super heartbreaking and sad and weepy, it was a perfect way to end our show. and i one hundred per cent think it's fair that elodie was killed off enough though she was just starting to find her peace in life as i think, dying and being transported to heaven, especially in the world of supernatural, really soldified and validated her peace even more. so, there wasn't any way that i could be mad at elodie's ending in supernatural!" i smile as i tip the can upside down

"so, that was the last question y'all! i'm callie padalecki, you guys have asked some amazing questions and that was burning questions about me, callie padalecki! thank you for being here with me and watching this video!" i chuckle as i hop off the seat to make a funny face to the camera as i giggle and walk off the set 

misha collins 

"hi y'all, i'm evannah collins and i will be answering some of the most burning questions from my fans, let's go!" i chuckled, grabbing the first one i saw and giggling again 

"wait, am i the only one who doesn't really know how to pronounce evanna's first name? it confuses me all the damn time because of the 'h' in her name!"

"i...wow, i get this question a lot and it's just pronunced like ee-van-ah but the 'h' is added in there because my mom is russian and she wanted to me to have a russian looking/sounding name. and, i won't lie, i do love my name, it's just the way people pronounce it wrong that makes me hate the spelling of it," i chuckle, looking over to the producers who were laughing at my response 

"who was evannah collins' bridesmaids and maid of honour at her wedding and was it callie padalecki?" 

"i love that they added both bridesmaid and maid of honour into the question and then add, was it callie padalecki?" chuckling, i felt my face heat up as i composed myself so i could finish answering the question

"well...okay...i think i need to give some context as technically, yes. callie was both a bridesmaid and my somewhat maid of honour? as, originally, my sister avalon had given full permission for callie to be my maid of honour but, because callie at the time had just gotten married like days or merely a week before misha and i, we didn't have enough time to change the marriage register and call her the 'matron' of honour. so, because of that, callie had given back maid of honour to avalon since she isn't married and callie had taken bridesmaid that had a maid of honour speech since there was no way i was going to not hear the speech she had written just because of a role swap so, alongside avalon, callie also said her speech at the reception," i giggle as i scrunch up the piece of paper to grab the third question 

"who did evannah collins play on supernatural?"

"contrary to belief, i know its hard to but, i actually was never on supernatural. i was on the set lot next to supernatural which was arrow's set lot which is how i met misha. but, no, we were not on supernatural together. i had actually transferred to broadway during the fifth and sixth season of supernatural which is when misha and i started dating so, yeah. misha was up in vancouver canada and i was touring all across the fifty states doing a broadway show as past of a touring cast," i giggle as i scratch my face before finding the fourth question 

"how many langauges can evannah collins speak fluently?"

"i get this question a lot but i never really answer it so, the languages i can fluently speak are english and russian since my dad is british and my mom is russian. spanish, italian and a little bit of swedish and dutch" i count the languages off from my fingers and nod with confidence after i named them all correctly 

"could you say something in all six langauges for us or even just in russian and spanish?"

"yeah, i'll do a little bit of russian!" i giggle as i think of what to say

"привет, меня зовут Эванна Коллинз, и я играю в игру на острые вопросы с Эль Русской," i looked worried that i didn't say it right as the studio looked rather pleased ("hi, my name is evannah collins and i'm playing burning questions with elle")

"can you translate what you said back into english?"

"can i say no? i was only introducing myself..." i chuckled as the producer calls something out

"we'll add in the english translation before we upload it!"

i giggle as i breathe a breath of fresh air

"thank you, wow! and now, time for the fifth question!" i say with a smile as i find it and unfold it

"do you and misha plan on having any kids and if so, how many?" 

"that's a good question and honestly, i think misha and i would like to have an even amount of kids so maybe, four? i say four because whilst i have a big family and misha does too with four other siblings, we want to keep everything evenly spread so four. but, right now i think we're just not ready to completely settle down and think about having kids just yet so, yeah. we're taking ti slow," i giggle, finding the sixth question and unfolding it 

"who out of the supernatural cast apart from misha is your best friend and the one you can call for anything. no matter what day, time or anything and they'll always be there to respond to you?" 

"wow, oh my gosh, another great question! yikes, well, i'm obviously best friends with everyone in the cast including my husband but, out of the whole cast, i'd have to say jared and callie. whilst i am also obviously friends with jensen and evangeline, they can't always respond to me as they have kids of their own to take care of and jared and callie aren't on that wavelength yet. so, whenever i'm in need of something and i can't talk to misha, i'll immediately be onthe phone to either jared or callie. and, in all honesty, not being funny, they respond literally at the first ring, every single time!" i smile, flicking away my sixth question and grabbing my second to last question of the video 

"what's the best part about being married to misha collins?"

"aw, this is a question i've never been asked nor has misha until now and i love it! but, umm, honestly the best part about being married to misha is honestly everything because he's always surprising me. like, literally, just an hour before this interview, he messaged me letting me know he put a second outfit in my tote bag because he was going to take me out on a date after this without telling me beforehand. so, yeah, just the fact that it's always a surprise with misha is honestly my favourite part! and, also the fact that he remembers the little things when it comes to my favourite things and what i don't like and, yeah, he just really pays a lot of attention and always surprises me when he can," i couldn't help the smile on my face as i grabbed out the final final question of the q&a

"what is evannah collins' biggest fear?"

"okay this is a funny question because when it comes to fears, according to misha, i'm scared of everything apparently," i chuckle as i look over to the producers who giggle as well before i go back to the camera 

"but in all seriousness, my biggest fear is miscarrying my future child. i say that because the last time my parents tried to conceive, they miscarried and it caused so much pain within my family that it caused my parents to give up completely. so, our twins brookes and izabella are adopted with the family last name. and, maybe, just maybe, my second biggest fear is clowns and it's always been a big fear of mine so i could never go to circuses with my family because i would just burst into tears and have a panic attack when they were clowns," i chuckle softly, scrunching up the paper as it was the last question

"those were all the questions and i hope you all enjoyed watching this video! i'm evannah collins, the questions you asked were fantastic and now i'm going to go because i have a date with my husband, bye!" i giggle as i rush off the set as the crew laugh 

alexander calvert 

"hello, i'm lena calvert and i will be answering some questions from my fans so, let's just jump right into it!" i giggle shyly and unfold the first one

"who out of the supernatural wives is lena closer to?" i chuckle softly as my cheeks heat up

"aw, this is a cute question! umm, obviously, i love all the girls, evannah, evangeline and callie as we're the literal best of friends. but, honestly, i think i'm closer to callie purely for the fact that she just always makes herself available for everyone! so, i think if all of the girls and the guys as well apart from callie were given this question, they would each say they were closest to callie. purely for the fact that she is always in contact with everyone and she's always making her timetable available for all of us. but, evannah and evangeline are also my girls and my number ones!" i smile as i squish the paper up before throwing it to the ground as i grab question two

"is lena calvert married to alexander calvert from supernatural?"

"well, i'd hope so since we have the same last names...but in all jokes aside yes, we are husband and wife! we got married i think just over two months ago now so our marriage is still relatively new and exciting! we haven't broken any of our vows yet either so, that's great and a win for the both of us!" the room fills with laughter as i disregard the piece of paper to find question three

"who is lena's favourite supernatural character aside from jack kline, played by her husband alex?"

"damn, i was going to say jack...no, i'm joking y'all! in all seriousness, i'd have to say my favourite character from the very beginning has been sam winchester! i've always been a sammy girl and i think i'll stay a sammy girl," i chuckle with the producers as i throw the question and then hunt around for question four

"if lena could be cast in supernatural as a different character that wasn't halyna, who would she wish to be cast as?" 

"ooh, this is an excellent question...umm if i could be cast as any other character wasn't my own character, halyna, i'd probably play madison so i could have some something something scenes with sam/jared...*giggles*...no, in all seriousness, i would love to play madison as the scene in which sam had to shoot her was so upsetting and i remember watching it lowkey wishing it was me so, yeah, i have to pick madison for that but then again, there was no way i could have played madison better than the lovely emmanuelle vaugier who plays her!" i smile, looking up to the camera before picking up the fifth question

"who is the rudest celebrity you've ever met lena and, why was it tom felton?" 

"no, no, no! oh my gosh, that's a false question! tom felton was not ever the rudest celebrity i've ever met! that was misconstrued, me and tom, for those who weren't aware, did harry potter and then the flash together so, we've always been on set together and the rumour that tom and i hated each other had come from a scene that we were filming on harry potter. in the harry potter scene, i punch him and since then, everyone has said that i punched him in real life or that he was being rude but it was a snapshot from one of the scenes we were filming. so, just putting it out there, tom and i are besties, we absolutely adore each other and we work together on the flash!" i pause as i then continue the question as i actually do have a celebrity who was rather rude when i met them

"however though, the celebrity that was the rudest would have had to have been ellen degeneres! whilst i was on ellen when i had first started filming on the flash, it was very clear to see that she heavily disliked me and tried to embarrass me on live television. but, thankfully, i called her out on her own show and i embarrassed her. yeah, i'd have to say ellen, she's not apologised since or tried to reach out and apologise so, that's a bit dissapointing but, it's all good. i've been interviewed by better tv show hosts!" i snicker out as i lift my head up to the producers who were killing themselves with laughter as i picked up the sixth question

"if you were given a call in regards to supernatural being rebooted or having a spin-off on the lead-females, how would you respond/would you say yes?"

"oh wow, this is an amazing question! in all honesty, i've said it from the start, at the last ever comic-con and i'll say it again now. if i was ever given the call to do a reboot or spin-off of supernatural, i would a hundred per cent drop everything and run back to vancouver to film. and i say this because in all honesty, this tv show is what gave me everything in america as i was already praised in lights and feathers in the united kingdom after the two harry potter movies i was in but after i left in the fourth movie when my character died, i was given the call about a show in america that's filmed in canada about the supernatural. and, i said yes straight away and i packed my things and i started filming season two or three of supernatural in vancouver, canada and i never looked back since then. and, in all honestly, i'm glad i dropped everything the first time because i would do it again without any hesitation," i smile and screw up the piece of paper and pick up the seventh question - the second to last one

"what character does lena calvert play in the flash?"

"i get this question a lot and i play iris west so i play directly alongside grant gustin who plays barry allen/ the flash and yeah, it's a great gig. i'm glad that alex supports me as well as both grant and i married not to each other but to other people in real life. so, we both know that our 'flirtatious relationship' is purely for the cameras and the relationship we have off and away from the cameras is quite literally a brother/sister relationship. so much so a brother/sister relationship that i was at grant and la, his wife's, wedding and i was one of the bridesmaids who was also allowed to give a speech alongside la's sister who was the maid of honour. so, that was so good but yes, i play iris west on the flash!" i giggle as i kind of overshared but, who cares, it's good enough as i grabbed the last question for the video

"how did alex react to seeing you at your first look for your wedding?" 

"aw, that's a cute last question! umm...he was gobsmacked but not like overreactive godsmacked. like, he didn't clap his hand over his mouth obnoxiously loudly or anything. he just stayed silent, smiled and he cried as i waddled over to him as my dress was skin tight *giggles* and i then pulled him in for a hug as he cried into my shoulder. it was honestly very sweet and i still cannot believe that we are mr and mrs alexander and lena calvert but, i get to believe it every day!" i smile as i throw the last piece of paper 

"so guys, that was all of the questions from y'all! i'm lena calvert and you guys have asked some really great questions! i'm sure they'll be a part two as i saw so many questions in the hashtag so, i may see you for a part two, bye!" i chuckled, failing to slide off my chair as i rushed out of frame as the filming stopped 

- - - 

this was so much fun to write! also, i'm making all the guys slightly younger than their real-life ages just saying! like, early to mid-twenties/thirties so, yeah, hope you enjoyed! 

ily xx

word count; 7867

#supernatural cast #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #alexander calvert

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

Babysitting Nyx

Jay, unwilling babysitter/godparent to the antichrist. context; she'd organised Lavaridge's Yule celebration for Joanna/Alex, who are Lavaridge's elders but also new parents, and then agreed to babysit Nyx so that Joanna and Alex could have a Proper Night Out because it's been. a while? since they've been able to do that?

Jay, of course, feels bad for like Everything and agrees, even though she's uncomfortable with kids (also the last time she was left alone with Nyx she almost killed her, but there were extenuating circumstances I guess)

She's kinda bad with most people, actually, kids aren't special. Written for my cowriter, I think?

~

 “Thanks for this, Jay.”

 “Don’t mention it.” I shrugged. “You go out and have a good time.”

 “We will.” Joanna grinned and shut the door behind her and Alex.

 “Doubt they’ll remember it,” I murmured, heading back into the sitting room.

 Jayden looked up. “That’s them off, then?”

 I nodded, sitting down on the couch beside him. “Yep. And she’s still asleep?”

 He gestured to the monitor on the table. “At the moment, yes.”

 “Let’s hope she stays that way.” I bit back the next words, knowing I’d have to eat them sooner or later.

 “They aren’t all that bad.”

 “Yeah, well…” I leant my head on his shoulder, getting comfortable. “Makes it easier for us.”

 Jayden stretched his arm around my shoulders, disturbing Sesser so that she cheeped and took off, fluttering away to sit on the windowsill. “Sorry.”

 I smiled and closed my eyes, pushing my boots off. It was nice to get to relax, especially after the festival. Wasn’t really my scene, the whole organising thing, but… well, it kept them happy.

 “So.” Jayden rested his head on top of mine. “Are you just going to lie there until they get back?”

 “Probably.” I nodded. “Why… got a better idea?”

 “Not really.” He laughed softly. “But if we’re supposed to be babysitting Nyx…”

 “I doubt watching her sleep’ll be all that interesting.”

 “True. And if she wakes up?”

 “Then… we’ll deal with that.” I wince. “Somehow.”

 “Not been around kids much?”

 “Yeah, something like that.” I frown. “The last one… might’ve been Catherine’s kid.”

 “Is that Catherine Wilson?”

 “No idea.” I shrug. “You know her?”

 “I know her husband, Nathanael.”

 “That’s them.” I nod. “Small world.”

 He nods as well, absentmindedly rubbing the top of my head with his chin.

 There’s noise from the monitor – coughing, a yawn.

 “We didn’t get very long, did we?” Jayden laughs softly.

 “Until she starts cryin’, I’m not movin’.”

 And she starts making more noise. The little wretch. Then,

 “Elise, c’mon, this window’s heavy. Hey, careful there.”

 The delicate, yipping laugh of Elise.

 “Isn’t she just?” That’s Soise.

 Nyx hiccups, then laughs as Elise yelps.

 “We’d better go up,” I sigh, disentangling myself. “I don’t trust those two with her.”

 “I don’t think Joanna would appreciate it either.” Jayden stands up as well.

 He follows me up the stairs and into Nyx’s room. Soise and Elise are leaning over the cot, playing with Nyx. Well, Soise’s leant over, Elise is perched on the railing, her tail in Nyx’s grasp. I lean against the door, watching them.

 “Ok, c’mere.” Soise scoops Nyx up, making her laugh and release Elise’s tail.

 Elise leaps onto a nearby shelf and grooms her tail out. As I shift, the door creaks and moves back to hit the wall. The two of them whirl round, and Elise flattens her ears and whines.

 “Hi.” Soise grins, hugging Nyx against her chest. “How’re you doing?”

 “What are you two doing?” I raise an eyebrow.

 “Just… checkin’ on the kid.” Soise shrugs. “She is adorable.”

 Nyx laughs and reaches out for Soise’s mane as it tangles over her shoulder.

 “Soise…” I want to tell her to give the child over, but…

 “What, you want a shot?” She holds Nyx out.

 “Well – not really.”

 Jayden steps around me, taking Nyx carefully in his arms, bouncing her slightly. She looks up at him, eyes big and round.

 Elise creeps along the shelf towards me on her belly, whining.

“It’s alright.” I shake my head, watching Jayden. “Just… you two probably shouldn’t be in here.”

 Soise wrinkles her nose. “It’s not like Joanna’s going to find out, is she?”

 “Well… probably not, no.” I concede the point.

 “And we were doing alright, really.”

 “Jay, do you want to hold her?”

 “No, I’m good.” I hold my hands up as a barrier as Jayden turns to me. “As long as she’s fine.”

 Nyx twists and gurgles in delight, reaching out to Soise. Elise sits up and barks, flicking an ear.

 Soise leans over Nyx, flickering small illusions in her claws. “Well, I’m good with pups, apparently.”

 Elise yips with laughter and pads nearer me. Sesser takes off, moving out of reach. Elise watches her flit around the room and then sits down, stretching out on her side. I rub at her belly and she rolls over, tail thumping against the wall.

 “Where did you learn?” Jayden asks, shifting Nyx.

 “Just sort of picked it up.” Soise shrugs. “Jay, come on. It’s not that bad.”

 “Really, you seem to have it covered.”

 “Yeah, and I’m not supposed to be in here, remember?” She grins, slowly beginning to fade out.

 Nyx starts to cry as Soise disappears, and Soise instantly drops the illusion and takes Nyx, sitting down amongst the plushies to soothe her.

 I trade a glance with Jayden as Sesser lands on his head.

 “They do have it covered.” He lifts a hand, coaxing her onto it.

 “Maybe we should leave them to it.”

 “You’re the one that promised to do this.” Soise smirks.

 “Yeah, true… I think it was more keep her out of trouble, though.” I take Elise into my arms and slide down so I’m sitting against the wall.

 “And I’m not trouble at all?” Soise laughs.

 {You can keep out of trouble sometimes} Lairisse appears in a soft flash of light, taking on her human form. {Sorry. I got curious}

Elise twists to look up at her, whining.

 {Do not mention it} Lairisse shakes her head. {Brith is enjoying the respite}

 “Everything’s good, then.” Soise grins. “Can we just stay up here, Blue, please?”

 {Please?}

 I sigh. “Guess so.” I smirk. “Make it a mini slumber party?”

 Soise nods excitedly, scooching over to hold Nyx out to me.

 I hold my hands out of the way. “Do not give her to me. I’ll go get the food and drinks.”

 {I can get that} Lairisse slides past me and skips down the stairs.

 Elise slips out of my lap, sitting up.

 “You’re all terrible people,” I grumble, cautiously taking Nyx.

 “Well, we’re not really people, are we?” Soise corrects my arms.

 “You’re doing fine, Jay.” Jayden sits down next to me. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

 I cautiously shift, getting more comfortable so I can rest Nyx against my legs. It wasn’t so bad, not really… not that I’d be telling them that.

 {We know anyway, NightGale}

 Elise yips, prancing over to sit beside Soise.

 “Know what?” Soise looks up as Lairisse appears again, a tray of food and drink floating before her.

 “Don’t you dare.” I shoot a glance at the latias before concentrating on Nyx again. “Image and all that.”

 {My lips are sealed} Lairisse sets down the tray on the floor between us.

 “And your mind?”

 “No – Lairisse, come on!” Soise whines, illusioning herself a baby zangoose form and looking up through her oversized claws at her. “You can’t do this to me!”

 Jayden watches, smiling. “Used to that?”

 “Still half scared I’m going to drop her.” I shift, holding Nyx out to him. “Please?”

 He laughs and takes Nyx, cradling her against him with an ease that just confuses me. How are people not scared by them? They’re so fragile!

 Lairisse smiles and drops her human form, lying down beside Soise. Soise drops her own illusion and curls up with Lairisse, allowing Elise to slip into her mane.

 I pour out drinks and push one of the plates of biscuits over to the pokémon. “Well, until Joanna and Alex come back, how ‘bout a semi-slumber party?”

 “Aren’t those for kids?” Soise asks, flicking an ear as she shifts, getting comfortable.

 “Who put an age limit on them?”

 “I think you three and Nyx probably lower the age of the room by several years anyway.” Jayden smiles.

 “Just get out before they come back, ok?” I sigh, rubbing my eyes.

 {I will manage that. It will be fine, NightGale}

#pokemon #oc #mainverse #Jay Nightgale #1st gen #writing #Hoenn #Lavaridge

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Hello my Auburn Angel,

Just wanted to see how you are doing, my friend. I haven't written you in a bit, but I have been doing all right. Also, side note, this is the first time I'm writing you whilst slightly tipsy (this is an understatement), but I am cooking myself dinner right now and hoping I don't burn anything.

I was wondering, if you want to share, how are this going vis-à-vis your living situation and potentially wanting to get out of there?

Also, I like asking really weird questions to get to know people better, so I have some for you, but feel free to ignore whatever you don't want to answer:

If you could only eat one color of food for the rest of your life, which color would you choose?

If you were a character in a horror movie, what cliche would you be (e.g. the first to die, the skeptic who doesn't believe in ghosts, etc.)?

If you could have any superpower, but it had to be completely useless, what superpower would you choose?

Also, I love that your friend calls you Gingernut now. Do you tell your irl friends about your tumblr or is this a tumblr friend?

Also (ugh too many also's), I don't think the tag issue happens to me, tags work fine even if I use hyperlinks I think, or maybe I don't pay enough attention to it, could be.

Update on the food: It's almost done, so time to wrap up this letter and start putting some food in my belly and sober up (because I'm supposed to go out again later).

As always, much love,

-Chaotic Anon

ahh my sweet sweet chaotic anon, i hope you're doing well (if we ignore the understated tipsy cooking - i hope whatever you made was edible and you didn't burn yourself or the food)

oh, my living situation is unchanged, my small childhood bedroom where the only place i can sit is my bed, which isn't bad but also it makes me love interior design, specifically colours and furniture, like desks, which there is a lack of in my little room. living situation will be unchanged for at least 2023, and even if i could get out, i don't know where i'd go, so i feel a bit hopeless since i don't have a big picture for my life, i just have a little picture with small stepping stone milestones, but the picture is slowly getting coloured in... oh can we add in how my only friend in this town moved away? yeah, i'm stuck for at least 2023, and with the way my mental health is going (badly) i might not get far in general i'm afraid.

anyway, you asked fun questions, and i gotta say, i love colourful food, so i'd be doomed if i had to have e.g. only red foods (sounds like a lot of tomatoes) and it reminded me of how many foods are beige or red, or green or brown.. or just burn everything to a brown or charcoal but i'd need a sauce to go with since it would be dry as heck ahh...

horror movies? i can see myself either getting the hell out of there quickly, or just dying very easily from something unrelated (knowing my anxiety, my heartrate and blood pressure would probably kill me first) but i think i'd just die easily, there is no final enby here sksks.

a completely useless superpower? all i can think of is how Pietro died in Age of Ultron... fast but not fast enough and no super healing:/ he deserved better...

it's a tumblr friend, who has managed to also be a discord and instagram friend, and eventually irl friend too hehe, but people on tumblr and other socials reply and message more than any of my irl friends so...

yeah i don't know what's going on with the tags, i'm just kinda staring at them and trying to either poke them with a metaphorical stick or not at all, since i saw some people are having glitchy tags that reload into something other than a linked fic? tumblr chaos, what else can we expect these days?

take care of yourself, anon of chaos, have fun but also don't die please, i prefer people alive if possible...

~Lux

#hello anon #chaotic anon

[noctumbra]

𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

summary ─ you were hypnotized. his handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, language, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, so much fluff, bucky is an adorable dumbass, softdom!bucky, kissing, first date, natasha romanoff is a very good bro, drinking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), virginity loss, light fingering

a/n ─ this happened because of seb. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, i really worked hard on this one! thank you <333 (this is worst banner i’ve ever made btw pls ignore it) [enjoy this 9.2k monster. this is officially the longest one shot i have ever written]

title is from def leppard - pour some sugar on me.

The lead guitarist had been eyeing you since the concert started. You were lucky enough to buy yourself a front row ticket, but you didn’t know you were that lucky to get the attention of the lead guitarist, James.

Commandos were your favorite metal band. Their music made everything better for you after you discovered them, and following the band for three years, you finally got to see them live. You were very excited while you made your way over the stadium where the concert was going to happen. Your friend, Natasha, accompanied you to the concert because she liked them, too, and even she could tell that James’ eyes were on you.

“Is he looking at you?” She hissed into your ear. You shivered with the excitement. You were bobbing your head to the beat, feeling every drag of James’ skilled fingers over the guitar strings deep in your bones. “Y/N, what the fuck, is he?”

“I don’t know,” you hissed at Natasha back. You didn’t want to get excited over something that was very unlikely to happen and just wanted to focus on the moment. “Let’s enjoy the concert, please?” Natasha frowned a little, but she nodded, both of you turned your heads towards the stage again.

You watched James getting lost in the song. His fingers were flying over the guitar; stroking the strings, hitting the notes and feeling every note he hit in his soul. It was so obvious that he loved doing this. It was written all over his face. You were hypnotized. His handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

Honestly, you didn’t understand how fast three hours passed until they announced that this was their last song and that they would be missing touring. You felt tears filling your eyes slowly. You loved them, valued their art and found yourself in their songs so much, it was hard to say goodbye to them now that you’ve seen them live.

“We’ll be back before you know it!” James said, sending the crowd a wink and making his bandmates and the audience chuckle. They waved and walked towards the exit, and with that the stage lights went off.

“This was a ride!” Natasha exclaimed. You nodded eagerly.

“It was better than I expected!” You were still shouting because your ears were howling. “I never wanted it to end!” Natasha pointed herself, meaning that she didn’t either. You held her hand, never letting go, because you didn’t want to lose her in the crowd. Both of you slowly made your way to the exit. Just as you stepped into the small corridor to get closer to the exit, you were stopped by a bodyguard.

“Miss,” the guy said, raising his hands in the air. “You were invited to the backstage with your friend, Miss.” You turned to your right to look at Natasha owlishly who was looking at you right back with the same expression.

“Us?” You asked. “Are you sure?” The guy nodded. You looked at Natasha again, hoping that she’d answer for you.

“Alright,” she said. “We’ll come.” The guy smiled, stepping aside, he showed you the way to the backstage. You thanked him. Tightening your hand on Natasha’s, you walked towards the entrance.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Natasha just smirked and shrugged.

“He was looking at you,” she said instead. “He just proved it.” You gave her a disbelieving look, pinching her arm at the same time. Natasha chuckled. “James the guitarist has a crush on you,” she murmured. “It sounds good, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes. Yes, it did sound good, but accepting their offer to get into the backstage? When it was passed midnight? God, you hoped you wouldn’t be fucked up tomorrow.

You slowly made your way inside, the bodyguard right behind you both to show you the way. All the guards you passed had smiled at you warmly. They were kind, hell, maybe even friendly, but you weren’t here to find out that. You were invited. Fuck.

“Walk straight, the main room will be on your right after you passed the number seven,” the bodyguard said, pointing at the number. Natasha and you thanked him. The guy just smiled at you both and bid you good night. After he disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked to the number seven that was winking at you at the end of the hall.

“Are you excited?” Natasha asked, sounding perfectly calm.

“Of course, Nat!” You hissed. “You said he was looking at me, and now, we’re invited to the backstage, and you’re asking me if I’m excited? Fuck yes, I am!” She grinned. Looping her arm to yours, she pushed you to walk a little faster.

“Maybe you’ll have sex with him tonight,” she said cheerfully. You whimpered. You wouldn’t dare. Would you? Who were you kidding, you would. “Maybe he asked you to come to him because it’d be a chaos for him to come up to you.” You huffed out a breath. She was right. You couldn’t even imagine the crowd that would be gathering around you if he were to come up to you.

“Yeah,” you murmured. Natasha pulled you towards the door on your right, and you realized you were about to pass the number seven. You stopped. “Nat,” you whispered. She squeezed your arm.

“It’s fine,” she said gently. “We’ll walk out if you don’t want to do anything with them. We could just say hi and bail.” You looked at her green eyes for a couple seconds, biting your lip. “It’ll be alright. Maybe, we’ll have some real fun. Come on.” You nodded. You weren’t going to back out. You weren’t going to miss this chance.

“Okay,” you said and continued to walk.

It took you half a minute to reach the door.

Tentatively, you stepped inside the huge room. It had three, different color, big couches, and one wall was covered with mirrors and make-up tables. The lights were yellow and dimmed; they weren’t hurting your eyes. There were a couple plants at the corners of the room. There was some chatter going on, chuckles and laughter were echoing from one wall to the other.

“Um,” you started. “Hello?” As soon as the word left your mouth, the chatter died. You tried not to cringe and get awkward with the silence. “W-we were invited?” You saw Steve’s, the vocalist, eyes widening and brows rising.

“Oh!” He said. “Bucky!” He called out, inclining his head backwards. “Your visitors are here!” You frowned. You didn’t know any ‘Bucky’, but when you couldn’t see James around, you assumed it was him. “Why don’t you girls sit down? He’s probably battling with his make-up.” He grinned.

“Sure,” Natasha agreed easily and pulled you to the couch with her. “Is he the only one who wears make-up?” She asked. Sometimes you were jealous of her making-small-talk ability, and right now was one of those moments. Steve chuckled.

“Sammy here also likes to indulge himself with some mascara,” he said. “Hell, I even saw him rockin’ white eyeliner once. It was dope.” You smiled. White eyeliner would look great on Sam, the bassist, you thought. “Thor likes mascara like Sam. Clint has his own make up with all the bandages he puts on his face,” Steve snickered when Clint protested. Natasha and you chuckled.

You looked around the room, at the people, and saw how tired but happy they were. Thor, co-guitarist, was sitting on a large armchair with his phone in his hands. Clint, the drummer, was sprawled on an empty couch with his drumsticks in his hands, spinning them aimlessly. Steve was humming, Sam was tapping his foot to some imaginary beat, and you could hear someone, probably Bucky, swearing in one of the dressing rooms.

“I swear to fucking God if Sharon fucks with my bag ever again─” Bucky stormed out of the room with anger etched on his face but cut himself off when he saw you and Natasha sitting in front of Steve. “Oh. Hello, girls.” He smiled warmly. You wiggled your fingers and saw Natasha smiling at him. “I hope they weren’t being assholes as usual,” he added, narrowing his eyes at his bandmates. Steve and Sam flipped him off simultaneously while Thor and Clint didn’t acknowledge him.

“They were nice,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks burning along with your body. Bucky smiled at you widely, making your stomach flip. He was so handsome, looked so pretty smiling like that, you sort of couldn’t believe you were sitting in front of him right now.  

“As much as this is nice,” Natasha started. Her green eyes were narrowed, and she looked a little terrifying. “Did you invite us here just to have a small talk or…?” You saw Bucky blush, Steve smirking, Sam elbowing Steve, and Thor wiggling eyebrows at Bucky. You frowned. Something was going on for sure, but you didn’t feel alarmed yet.

“Um,” Bucky murmured. “Well, I was going to come up to you but didn’t wanna make a scene. I was just wondering if you’d like to accompany us to the bar? We’re gonna celebrate our last day, and I thought maybe you would like to… hang out… with us?” Bucky looked shy and a little embarrassed, a scrunch was sitting on his nose adorably. Natasha raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Are you asking me or her?” She asked, making you choke on nothing.

“Natasha!”

“What? I know you wanna bone him, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to say no to that.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides they are gonna celebrate, Y/N,” she added, wiggling his brows, sending you a wink. You groaned. Covering your face with your hands, you whined.

“I’m gonna disown you from friendship when we go home, just so you know,” you mumbled, making everyone in the room laugh.

Bucky cleaned his throat with a light cough. “I was asking her,” he pointed at you, “but Sam here really liked you.” He placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, alarming the guy and making his eyes widen. “He told me so, and I thought he could ask you to hang out with us himself, y’know. I’m that kind of a wingman.” He winked at Sam.

“The fuck,” Sam grunted. You snickered with Steve. Natasha smirked, it was a dangerous, seductive smirk. Uh-oh, you thought gleefully. Natasha was going to seduce the hell out of Sam, and he wasn’t going to know what hit him.

“Brace yourself,” you said to Sam, causing him to frown and give you a questioning look. Before you could answer him, though, Natasha slid off from her spot on the couch next to you and perched herself on top of Sam. You heard him making a mix of choking and gasping noise, eyes comically wide, he looked at Natasha. Steve was trying to keep himself from laughing while Clint was recording the whole thing with his phone. Sam wasn’t going to live this moment down, you knew that for sure.

“She’s gonna ruin him for other women, isn’t she?” You heard someone ask you, and when you turned your head to your left, the spot Natasha was occupying, you saw Bucky. He was still smiling, looking friendly and non-threatening. He had his usual combo on: A black t-shirt and tight, black jeans. His sleeves were on display, you could see his tattoo neck, too, and the piercing on his eyebrow was shining with the lights around him. He still had eyeliner around his eyes albeit faint, but he didn’t seem like it bothered him.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “She has that effect on people generally.” Bucky snickered. He slowly sat down next to you but put some distance because he wasn’t an asshole like his friends loved to call him. “You, um, still have some…” You stammered, pointing at his eyes. Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes.

“I tried to wipe them, but they don’t come off for some reason. They might be waterproof? I need to scrub them, I guess,” he said. You nodded again. You hated these awkward moments because you just didn’t know what to do.

“You could try coconut oil, though,” you blurted. Bucky frowned lightly. “It, uh, it helps t-to remove the, um, waterproof eyeliner.”

“Oh,” he murmured. “I think I saw a small jar in one of the make-up bags. Will you help me?” You froze for a second. Of course, you would help him, but that would mean you were going to be close to him, right? You didn’t know if you could handle it─

“Yes, she will. She helped me with the same situation many times,” Natasha chimed in. “She’s gentle.” You side-eyed Natasha. You were so going to hit her with a pillow when you went back home. She saw you looking and blew you a kiss.

“Y-yeah, I did. I- I will,” you said. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just roll with it because you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon, apparently. “Come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the room he stormed out earlier. You ignored all the whoos and cheers although they made your cheeks and body burn. “Show me the jar?”

Bucky nodded mutely. Without letting your hand go, he moved to one of the desks that were against the wall with big mirrors and lights all around just like the other room, he pulled out a bag. “Should be in this,” he said.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Sit down.” You let his hand go, missing its roughness and warmth immediately, you opened the bag to dig the jar out. You grabbed a small piece of cotton, dripped some oil onto your hand and turned to Bucky. He was on your level, now, sitting down. “Close your eyes,” you whispered. He did. Inhaling slowly, you stepped closer to him and slowly applied the oil on his eyelids.

His skin was soft, you realized. He had lots of small moles on his face. Most of them were hidden with his long hair and light scruff, but they looked beautiful on him. His lips had a pretty bow shape, their natural color pink-ish red. You suddenly wanted to lean down and kiss him to see if they were as soft as they looked. Blinking, you pulled your hand away and brought the cotton to wipe it off. The oil helped, of course, and soon, the cotton was all black with the make-up.

“There you go,” you whispered, signaling that you were done. Bucky slowly opened his eyes. They were dark and mesmerizing; his pupils were large and almost swallowed the pretty color of his eyes, and you felt stuck. You saw him licking his lips with the corner of your eyes. His hands came up to your waist, one of them moving to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb stroked your cheek gently, so gently that you sighed and nuzzled against it without thinking. You heard him letting out a soft sound, and then his lips were onto yours.

Moaning in shock, you stood there, trying to process what was happening.

You were being kissed by James Barnes. The lead guitarist of Commandos. Your favorite band. You were being kissed by him. You pushed him away. Your hands still on his chest, you looked at him, the disbelief visible on your face.

Bucky cursed to himself silently. He should have known better than just kissing you like this, he should have taken you out first and let you that he was thinking of asking you out for real because he had been watching you throughout the whole concert, and you were so fucking pretty─

“What─ Why did you do that?” You asked him, interrupting his inner panicking. Bucky swallowed and looked at you, the color of his eyes had returned slightly.

“I─” He started, but realized he didn’t know what he could say. “Wanted to?” He cringed. God, he was hopeless. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’m─ Look, I wasn’t trying to force myself on you, I swear. I’m really sorry.” He tried to stand up, but you stopped him with putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Why did you do that?” You asked again. Yeah, he might have wanted to kiss you, but you had to know exactly why. Bucky held his breath.

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he said with a soft voice. “Because you looked so pretty singing along to the songs I wrote with your friend, looked so carefree and gorgeous, I wanted to know you, wanted to kiss you so bad. Because you felt right when you were close to me. Because I wanted to keep you even closer, so that no one would try to steal you away fro─ Mmfm!”

You cut him off with pressing your lips against his. Of course, you were attracted to him. He was this devilishly handsome, funny and charming lead guitarist of your favorite band. How could you not? Him admitting that he wanted to know you was dizzying, to kiss you so bad was definitely passing out material.

Bucky sighed into the kiss as he brought one of his hands to rest on the small of your back and the other on your face. Tilting his head to his side slightly, Bucky deepened the kiss. With the hand on your lower back, he pulled you to him, making you step into his personal space even more. You hummed. Your hands were on his cheeks, fingertips playing with his hair while your thumbs stroked his cheekbones.

He kissed so nicely.

His lips were as soft as they looked. They felt like silk onto yours as he kissed your breath away. His body heat was setting your own body fire. His hands on you were like a dream come true. The way he held you close to him felt so good, you wanted to cry at the feeling. You were a little touch starved, but he was feeding you well with his itty bitty touches.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled back for oxygen. He opened his eyes, watching you nuzzle in his palm, kissing his wrist, Bucky felt immensely happy. “Darling love,” he whispered. “You feel so right in my arms.” You let out a broken sound as you buried your face in his palm, partially hiding in it. He chuckled softly. “You do.” You wiggled even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

Just as both of you were getting lost in the kiss, the knock on the door made you jump. “We’re leaving for the bar!” It was Clint. “Are you guys coming or not?” Bucky looked at you.

“Let me take you out?” He asked, hope shining bright in his beautiful eyes. “Let me treat you? Please, honey?” You nodded mutely. You were too stunned to answer him verbally. He smiled. “Alright,” he said and stood up. He, then, took a step back and extended his hand to you. “I’m James, but people close to me call me Bucky.”

You chuckled at his cheesiness. Holding his hand, you shook it. “I’m Y/N, but Natasha calls me dumbass sometimes,” you said, making him grin. Bucky held your hand in his as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your wrist.

“Can I take you out on a date? Buy you a drink?” He asked, then. You bit your lip as you grinned.

“Yeah,” you answered him. He beamed.

“Great!” He pulled you against him. “I know just the place.”

──

You’ve been at the bar with the band and Natasha for two hours now. You were having so much fun that you couldn’t stop giggling or cracking jokes sometimes. You felt incredibly lucky to get to know the band this way; they were a bunch of charming and funny guys who occasionally called each other asshole.

Thor was a weird one; he kept talking like he was someone from a Shakespeare play but he was a very funny dude. Sam was a sarcastic but a very charming guy; him and Natasha had kept the flirting going since she sat on his lap at the backstage. Steve was actually a pretty smart guy, but he loved fucking with others and playing dumb. He was almost as flirtious as Sam, but he kept the flirting to Thor only which you later learned that Thor and Steve had been dating for two years. Clint was… he was a real dumbass. He was a beast with his drums, but in general he was a walking disaster and the bandages on his face and arms sort of gave that away.

They were a good bunch.

Then, there was James. Or Bucky as he reminded you to call him that once or twice. He was funny just like the others. He was charming and actually a sweetheart. You learned that he was also the Mama Bear of the band while Sam had taken the Papa Bear role. They were the ones who kept the others doing shit. He was considerate, lovable and smart guy. He loved his music, loved playing his guitar whenever he could and loved exploring new things.

You might have been a little in love with him already.

“Aight!” Steve interrupted the chattering. He was a little tipsy, not drunk, and leaning onto Thor more than he probably should. “Round… four? Five? It’s on me. Who wants what?” Everyone placed their order with Steve and Thor, but you.

“Just water if they have such a healthy drink in here,” you said, chuckling. “I had enough.” You weren’t big on drinking your consciousness away, and considering this was sort of your first date with Bucky, you wanted to stay sober.

Steve and Thor nodded, not pushing you to drink when you didn’t want to, and made a bee line to the bar. Bucky was holding you against his side, his arm was either over your shoulders or around your waist, and you were leaning into him. He placed a soft kiss onto your temple, making your body heat up with the simple touch of his lips. With a sigh, you buried your head into his shoulder.

It was sort of surprising that you felt so safe and at ease with Bucky although it’s been only three hours since you met officially. Sure, you’ve known him partially from the interviews, but you spent three hours in his presence, and the closeness between you two felt like you’ve been like this, close and touching each other, for years. It was a weird but not unwelcomed feeling. In fact, you loved it a little too much.

“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered. His breath smelled a bit like beer, but you didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same. You nodded. “I can take you back home if you want or to a hotel? I… just realized I don’t know where you live.” You chuckled.

“I live around, don’t worry,” you assured him. “Like an hour or so away with car? I’m local.” You snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I’m fine, though, it’s been very fun so far.” Bucky hummed.

“Yeah, they are good guys,” Bucky agreed. “But say the word and I’ll take you home, alright?” He said, looking into your eyes.

“Okay,” you agreed, kissing his cheek. You have never felt like this with a guy before. Sure, you were a virgin, but you had boyfriends, you had dated. None of them made you feel this at ease around them. None of them but Bucky. You found that you loved this feeling. With a smile, you hummed happily.

After Steve and Thor returned with a new round of drinks, you’ve spent another hour and half laughing and talking with them. It was around 3 AM when all of you decided to call it a night.

“It’s technically morning, though,” Clint said, swaying on his feet a little. Everyone groaned. “Fine, geez. I ain’t makin’ any joke anymo’,” he grunted and flipped the bird. You snorted lightly. Clint got offended real easy when he was drunk, apparently.

“So, girls,” Sam started. “We can take you home if you want? Or put you in the same hotel we’re staying for tonight?” Natasha shrugged.

“It’d take us at least an hour to get home, I’ll take the hotel option,” she said, and you hummed approvingly. “We don’t need new rooms. I think it’s obvious where we’ll be staying,” she added with a smirk. You felt your cheeks burn.

“I’m so divorcing you when we go home,” you muttered, and Natasha snickered. You felt Bucky’s assuring squeeze on your arm.

“We can get you a new room if you don’t feel comfortable enough with sharing, though,” he said, ignoring Natasha. You frowned as you thought about it.

It wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what you’d do. Would you just cuddle and go to sleep or… You sighed. You wanted to take that step. You were in your mid-twenties and you wanted to get rid of your virginity already. It stuck with you for a long time. You didn’t want to push him for it, though. Frown deepening, you realized you wouldn’t mind whatever you chose to do when you shared a room. Even though you wanted to get rid of things, you really would like to cuddle with Bucky and go to sleep.

“It’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t mind sharing a room if that’s okay with you.” Bucky shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Of course,” he said. “Let’s go then.”

─

It took you fifteen minutes or so arriving the hotel and all of you quickly scattered your own rooms. You followed Bucky. He was holding your hand into his gently, you in front of him, his arms were around your waist and hands holding yours as you rode the elevator. When you were on the floor nine, you got off and walked down the hall.

Stepping inside the room 107, you felt nervous. It wasn’t Bucky who was making you nervous, but yourself, you knew that. You could come clean and tell Bucky; he had been so patient and loving with you all day and you knew he wouldn’t mind you telling him about your conflict.

“I can take the couch,” Bucky started. “I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty comfy,” he grinned. “Took a nap there before we hit the stage.” He wiggled his brows adorably. “I can lend you some clothes if you wanna shower, I’m definitely taking one. I have no idea how you put up with my stink for four hours.” You chuckled.

“You don’t stink,” you said. “You smell nice, actually.” Bucky tilted his head to his side and sent you a cocky smirk. Fuck, you thought.

“Nice, hm?” He laughed, then. “I half-showered with my perfume is probably why,” he added, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, you gonna shower?” You bit your lip. You were hesitating just a little, but you knew you had to take some steps yourself in these kinds of things.

“W-what if we take o-one to-ogether?” You stammered clumsily. “We, uh, both need one, anyways, right?” Bucky froze. His eyes snapped at yours, watching you carefully as he tried to see if you really wanted this.

“You really want that?” He asked. You nodded. There was nothing else you wanted more at the moment, you thought. “Honey,” Bucky murmured. “Do you know what you want? Do you wanna tell me?” Ye walked closer to him and placed your hands on his chest when you were close enough.

“I want to take a shower with you,” you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. “I… We don’t have to, but if you want, I, um, also want to have sex with you, too.” Bucky exhaled shakily at your words. They were affecting him, you could see it in his eyes. So, you thought, might as well drop the bomb. “I, um,” you continued. Your fingers were playing his exposed dog tags. “I really, really would like you to be, um, the first one to… you know…” You narrowed your eyes, looking at him and hoping that he’d understand.

“The first one to what, love?” He asked. His eyes were intense, now. They looked at you like they wanted to see through you. You shivered and licked your lips. Your mouth opened and closed, words wanting to get out but didn’t know how. “Y/N,” Bucky said when you didn’t answer. “Honey,” he called out. “Are you a virgin, love?”

You nodded. Your whole body was burning with embarrassment, burning under the intense look of his beautiful eyes. You fidgeted in your place, tearing your eyes from his, you gave your whole attention to his dog tags. You played with them until you felt his fingers gripping your chin gently and tilting up.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Do you really want me to do that?” You nodded again. Words were hard for you, at the moment, you were beyond embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I’m honored that you see me worthy.” You snorted.

“Dork,” you whispered. He grinned.

“That’s me,” he said, making you snort again. “Alright, let’s take a shower together.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom. He left you by the sink to undress while he adjusted the water. You were stripping off your clothes one by one, not feeling so confident about your body, you had a strong urge to hide it.

It was Bucky, though. You may not have known for a long time, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. Still, you couldn’t silence the irritating small voice in your mind that had been whispering how different you looked from all the women Bucky had seen out with.

“Water is ready,” he announced, unaware of your inner struggle. He turned around as he yanked his t-shirt off his body. “Y/N? Are you okay?” His eyes roamed your body, moving up and down and up again. “What is it? It’s fine if you don’t want to do this─”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “Well, sort of about it, not that exactly.” You shrugged. Your tears were on their way to fill your eyes, you could feel them, but you weren’t going to cry. “It’s just… I don’t have a model’s body, like, um, all the other women you’ve dated? I don’t have it, and um, it just makes me feel a little self-conscious?” You watched Bucky’s face going from worried to soft in a matter of seconds.

“Baby,” he whispered, stepping forward and getting into your personal space. “I don’t care.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, stroked your cheek and looked deep into your eyes. “I don’t care that you don’t have a model’s body. I actually like your body better than theirs because yours tell me that you’re happy and not starving yourself to look the way they do. You’re beautiful.” You whimpered. “It’s alright if you wanna back up, it really is, but please do not think that I won’t find you attractive because you don’t have a body like theirs, okay?” You sniffed lightly as you nodded.

You slowly got rid your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor like he did with his, and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes all the while you undressed yourself. His eyes never flickered down once. They kept looking into your eyes, and his thumbs kept stroking your cheeks and your neck. Once you got naked, you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and cover your bits. Bucky liked your body, you reminded yourself. You were beautiful to him.

“There you go,” Bucky whispered. “That’s a good baby.” He leaned in and pecked your lips. “Let’s get under the water, alright?” You nodded. He quickly rid himself from his remaining clothes. His tattooed and pierced body’s naked glory was right in front of you, and you wanted to leave some marks. You wanted people to know that he was yours, now, no one else’s. “Come on, love.” He nudged you into the shower gently, pulling you out of your head. You carefully stepped into the tub, the water hitting your back immediately, you shivered with the warm water. Bucky walked in behind you and closed the glass doors.

Bucky plastered his front to your back, gently encouraging you to lean against him. His arms wrapped around your middle, he dipped down and placed kisses on your neck. The steam coming from the warm water warming your body, making his kisses feels even more sensual. You shivered.

“Let’s get you wet,” he murmured, eyes shining with mischief. You let out a soft snort and rolled your eyes. He grinned. He turned you around and stepped under the water with you still leaning against his body. You could feel his well-defined muscles on your back. His bulging biceps around your waist was giving you a nice feeling, too. His already warm body was even warmer now thanks to the water.

You sighed.

Bucky grabbed the shampoo and washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. After you were clean, it was his turn. He had to crouch down, later he went down on his knees since it was easier for you to reach all of his hair easily. As you washed his hair, Bucky held onto you, face buried in your stomach, he breathed calmly as you massaged his scalp like he did to you. You could feel the tension draining out of him. He must be exhausted, you thought, and suddenly felt guilty about springing this whole I-want-to-have-sex-with-you conversation. He needed rest, not more action. You huffed to yourself silently. Telling him to stand up, you grabbed the second loofah and dragged it along his body, washing away the dirt and sweat of the concert.

Washing away the shampoos and last of the dirt on your body, you turned off the water and stepped out, Bucky right behind you and still holding onto your waist. He grabbed a big towel from one of the cabinets. It was white and looked so fluffy. He smiled when he saw your wide eyes and wrapped it around your body, squeezing you into a hug with towel around you, he held you against his chest. You chuckled. Your face was right into the crook of his neck; his warm body was radiating heat even with a towel between your bodies.

“It’s so fluffy,” you said, amusement in your voice. Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, that’s what I love about fancy hotels.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed another towel from the rack to dry himself. Both of you walked back into the bedroom again with your naked bodies covered with fluffy towels.

“Hey,” you called out softly. “We, um, don’t have to do it now,” you said. “I know you’re tired, and you need some rest. So, it’s totally okay if you─” Bucky placed a finger on your lips and silenced you.

“I want it,” he whispered. “I am tired, I’m not gonna lie, but I want to do this, too.” Amusement shone in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep on you in the halfway, though,” he said. You chuckled. Your hand poked out under the towel and hit him on the arm gently. Bucky grinned. He leaned in and kissed your cheeks; they felt warm under his lips.

Bucky started humming as his hands grabbed the hem of the towel that you’ve been hugging tightly. You frowned lightly, trying to make out what he was humming. While you were thinking, Bucky took the towel off of you gently. You barely felt the cold air hitting your body because of his body heat. It was coming off of him in waves and warming you in a weird way. He smiled as he pulled back a little. His face was so close to yours, his moving lips were brushing against yours as he continued to sing the song.

“Television lover, baby, go all night,” he sang softly. “Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,” he continued and pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips, arms pulling your closer to his body. “Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah.”

You frowned lightly, face scrunched in a very adorable way. “What are you singing?” You asked, still trying to making out what song he was singing. Bucky grinned.

“Ooh, in the name of love,” he started and saw the light bulb going off. “Pour some sugar on me. C’mon, fire me up.” He swayed to right and left, making guitar sounds just to make you giggle. “Pour some sugar on me. I can’t get enough!” You laughed.

“Oh my God, Bucky!” you exclaimed, tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re singing─”

Bucky grinned even wider. “I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, yeah!”

Both of you cracked up. Bucky was still humming the song as he, too, discarded his towel. He came closer, looking into your eyes and searching for a ‘yes’ in there, which you gave him while still giggling. Bucky crouched lightly to grab you by your thighs and hoisted you up. You squeaked. Your arms were quick to wrap around his neck as he carried you to the bed.

“Crazy little woman in a one man show,” he continued to sing. “Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of lovee!” You snorted. “Sweet dreams, saccharine, loosen up.” He kissed your cheek. He lowered you on the bed, lying you down gently. You smiled at him. Bucky winked and leaned in.

His lips found yours with a sweet sigh escaping from you. Bucky hummed. His lips stroked yours gently, pried them open to deepen it with a small tilt of his head, and suddenly, you were kissing heatedly. You moaned when you felt his tongue licking at your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh lightly. You opened your mouth, allowed his tongue inside and moaned again. Bucky grunted. He dropped his body onto yours, minding his weight, and caged you under him.

“Baby,” Bucky moaned when he pulled back for oxygen. His lips moving from yours to your neck, he hummed appreciatively. The light scruff he had was scratching the skin of your neck raw, but you didn’t mind. It felt so good, so nice to have his warm body onto yours like this and to feel his lips on your skin. Your body was on fire. Between your thighs, you were aching and dripping wet; the urge to press them together was strong, but Bucky was in the way.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he nipped on your collarbones. His breath was hot on your already heated skin. The rough texture of his hands drove your body into the edge of oversensitivity as they brushed and stroked every inch of skin they could reach. Bucky hummed appreciatively at the sight of your breasts on his face. His eyes flicked up at yours, silently asking for a permission. Heart beating in your mouth, you nodded. Every breath you drew in was burning you in the best way, making your head rush.

You gasped loudly when his hot and wet mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue was teasing the delicate nip gently; cheeks hollowing as he sucked on it, he slurped. One of his hands had closed over your other breast; the rough texture that drove you crazy was on your boob now, and his calloused fingers were playing with your nipple. Your arched your back. Your hands wound tight in his longish brown hair, pulling on them whenever he sucked too hard and twisted your nipple in a very good way.

“Oh, shit, Bucky!” Eyes closed, you threw your head back as you thrusted your chest against his face more. Bucky just grunted and switched nipples. His hand was now playing with your saliva covered nipple while his mouth had closed over your other breast. When you moaned high and very feminine, Bucky scrapped his teeth over the sensitive bud, making your hips buck against his unintentionally. “God, I─ This─ Shit, feels so good,” you sighed, breath hitching.

Bucky let go of your nipple with an obscene ‘pop’ sound and placed a kiss on your sternum. He kissed his way down, tongue dipping into your belly button and placing a kiss there, too. You tried not to squirm away when he finally made contact with your dripping core. His hot breath was licking your mound, making you hyperaware of his presence there and also making you even wetter.

Feeling how nervous you were, Bucky looked at you softly and kissed your inner thighs. You breathed in shakily. His lips were covering your inner thighs with kisses, hands stroking your sides and stomach, fingers occasionally finding your nipples, Bucky calmed you down. Soon, you were melting under his soft and loving touches as he made his way to your pussy slowly.

First flick of his tongue on your clit had you gasping, bucking your hips and grabbing onto his hands on your stomach. Bucky shushed you and placed a kiss on your clit, sucking it just a little.

“Oh my God! Bucky!” You moaned. He shushed you again with grounding strokes of his thumbs on the back of your hands. He dove in.

His tongue flicked on your clit over and over again, lips closed around the tiny bud and sucked little hickeys onto it. His scruff was rubbing on your inner thighs and making this whole new experience even better. You kept moaning, whining and whimpering; your hands never letting of his, you held onto them tight as you arched your back and buried your face into the pillow with your eyes closed.

You could feel your slick running down, dripping onto bed, because the sounds Bucky was making while eating you out were so hot, it made your thigh muscles twitch around his head. He was burying one groan after the other into your pussy, humming and grunting at the taste of your slick and your tight hold on his hands.

At one point, he pulled back. Freeing one of his hands out of your hold, Bucky swiped a finger from your slit to your clit. You cried out. The colors were exploding behind your closed eyes; your body was taut with the expected orgasm. Bucky swiped his fingers a few more times before he slowly dipped it inside you. An audible hitch in your breath, Bucky stopped. He pulled his finger back slightly only to push it back in.

“James,” you whined. You could feel the pressure gathering in your lower belly. “Please, God, please─” You groaned when he continued to move his fingers in you as he pressed his thumb over your clit. You were close. You were so close, you could fucking taste it. You whimpered. Your free hand found his body, and you grabbed the meaty shoulder, digging your nails deep. Bucky hummed and crooked his fingers.

You screamed when you came.

Your body went taut, muscles cramping, you felt them relaxing at the same time. It was a bit weird and amazing feeling which you loved. It wasn’t that you’ve never made yourself come, you have, but none of them felt like this.

“Your fucking face─” You heard Bucky growl lightly. He climbed his way up to your lips and kissed you passionately. “The way you look when you come? Gorgeous.” He kissed you harshly, nipping your bottom lip. “The way you taste? Magnificent. Pouring out some sugar for me, there, don’t you, baby?” You felt your cheeks burn at his words as he ducked in for yet another kiss which you gave him happily. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. He pulled back just a little and started kissing on your cheeks and neck. “You still wanna do it?” He asked. You nodded. “Speak up, bubba,” he nudged your jaw with his nose. You squirmed happily at the pet name.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Still wanna do it. Still wan’it to be you. Please?” You looked at him with wide eyes, face open and excited.

Bucky wanted to hide you in his bed forever because you were too good to be true. “Alright, love, okay,” he whispered. He reached for his wallet that he left on the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Bucky was quick and efficient as he put on the condom, discarding its small package.

You gasped lightly when you saw his cock. It was a little above average, wasn’t too big that it might really hurt you. He was uncut, but you could see faint lines of veins throbbing there. There was a shining metal going through his cock head, but to avoid panicking, you diverted your eyes to his ball. They were big and looked full, and suddenly, you felt your body burning even more with the thought of them slapping against your skin.

“It’s might hurt at the beginning, okay?” He said, drawing your attention back to him. “Tell me, please, just tell me to stop if it hurts really bad or you just don’t wanna do this anymore, alright?” You nodded. He tapped on your lips. “Words, honey.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.” He nodded with a big smile on his face.

“That’s right,” he whispered and kissed you. Settling in deeper between your thighs, Bucky kept kissing you. One of his hands was on your face, gently stroking your cheek, while the other had grabbed his cock and lined it up.

The slide in was smooth, and Bucky was going real slow. He really didn’t want to hurt you, make this experience a bad one, so he was being extra careful. He could feel how your silky wet walls wrapping his cock slowly as he inched in, in and in. His eyes were rolling backwards behind his closed lids. It was addicting, the way you felt around him. Bucky never wanted to pull out, wanted to stay buried in you forever because you were so tight, so warm and so wet, it was like a dream come true.

“Sweetheart,” he croaked. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” Your breath hitched at his low voice calling you a sweet name. Between your thighs you were aching, hurting just a little it, too, but it wasn’t unbearable. You held onto him tight, reeled into the feeling of his cock sliding into you and just… felt.

You whimpered when his cock was fully seated. There was a throbbing pain, almost pulsating with the same beat as your heart. Bucky was panting in your ear. He wasn’t moving, was just holding you tight against him and trying to control himself until you gave him the go. You hummed a little as he pain subsided.

“You good, bubba?” He asked, lifting his head only a little to look you in the eye. You sniffed, tears had sprung to your eyes at the pain, but it was gone now. You nodded, hands tightening on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Move, please?” Bucky groaned. He gave you another kiss on the lips: A sweet, chaste and soft kiss. You sighed into it.

Carefully, he pulled out a bit and slid back in, stealing your breath. His breathing was shaky. You could hear his silent grunts and groans. His hands were fisting the bedding until you grabbed them and twined your fingers together. He kissed your neck as thanks. He continued to thrust into you slowly. Every drag of his cock, you could feel it in your bones, deep in your body, and it was so goddamn good.

“God,” you choked on a moan. “Fuck, faster, please─” Bucky growled.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat was beading on his forehead, chest and back, making his skin glow. You whimpered as you turned your head to him where he buried his face into the crook of your neck and kissed his temple.

“You won’t,” you said. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, please!” You clenched your thighs around his hips, urging him to move a little faster. His growling increased; it sounded like he was almost snarling with each thrust of his hips.

“You want it hard, darlin’?” He asked, taunted. You whimpered again as you nodded. A wanton cry of ‘yes’ spilled out of your mouth. “You want me to fuck you faster, hm?” You let out another litany of yeses and tightened your hands in his. Bucky groaned deep and loud. His hips started to snap against yours. His balls hitting your slick covered skin, his cock started to move in and out of you at a rapid pace.

The pleasure it brought was fucking blinding.

You moaned when he gave you a particular hard thrust. You were moving up and down on the bed where you were lying on your back as Bucky thrusted in and out of you madly. You could feel the metal you saw through the condom stroking your sensitive walls, making the pleasure feel even better, and you knew you were going to come. You could feel how close you were.

“James,” you breathed, your face drowning in pleasure as he looked at you. “’m gonna come,” you whined. “’m so close, ‘m gonna come!” Bucky snarled.

Straightening up a bit, he leaned onto his elbows, still holding your hands. His thrusts were deeper now. He was hitting at a spot that got you choking on almost every moan that wanted to get out, stealing your breath with each thrust; you were delirious.

“Bucky,” you sighed. Your voice carried a panicking tone, but it was because you were so close to coming. “Bucky, fuck, I’m─”

“Come, honey,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “Come for me, c’mon.” He ducked down to bite one of your breasts, sucking and licking at the same time. You gasped. Your thighs and walls clenched around him so tightly, Bucky’s eyes rolled behind his head, mouth open and he was almost drooling at the sensation. “Fuck!” He roared. The vice of your walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good, he started to move in and out of you rapidly. He was jackrabitting, so close to coming himself, and you didn’t mind. It still felt good albeit a bit too much.

“James,” you whispered. Your hand squeezed his and you lifted your head enough to peck him on the lips. Bucky moaned brokenly. He leaned down, fully pressing his lips on yours as he kissed you deeply. He was releasing moans and grunts and sighs into the kiss, into your mouth, and you smiled. “Come on, lemme see you,” you whispered again. Pecking his lips once and twice, licking his bottom lip, you bit it gently.

Bucky cursed. His thrust halted for a second. His balls jerked as he thrusted into you one last time, and he filled the condom with his seed, his face buried in your neck. You hummed. His weight on you was a welcomed one, it felt like a personal, living, weighted blanket and you hummed again.

“Oh shit,” Bucky whispered. It was quiet for a while. He silently and carefully pulled out of you and ditched the condom. He got up to get a wet cloth from the bathroom. When he returned, he gently cleaned the between your legs, taking away all the dirt and slight blood that he caused, and then cleaned himself. Dropping the cloth somewhere in the bathroom, he walked back inside the room, lay on the bed and gathered you in his arms, hugging you tight against his chest. You sighed contently. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”

“Mm, no,” you murmured. Your face was squished on his chest. The barbells on his nipples were warm against your cheek. “It was perfect.” You smiled dopily as you pulled back. You kissed him on the cheeks and then on the lips. “Thank you.” He smiled at you back; the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves, he scrunched his nose.

“You’re very welcome, bubba,” he whispered, kissing your nose. You chuckled and settled back on his chest. You lay in the silence. Although both of you were tired, you didn’t feel the need of sleep immediately. Bucky was in agreement with you since he started to hum again. You frowned for a second until you realized he was still singing the same song from before. You chuckled. “Hmm,” he said.

“Same song still?”

“Yup,” he grinned. “Lyrics fit, don’t you think?” You made a questioning sound. His grin widened. He was expecting you’d react like that. “You got the peaches, I got the cream,” he sang, and you snorted out loud as your face burned yet again. “Sweet to taste, saccharine.” You started to laugh. “Cause I’m hot, hot, so hot, sticky sweeet!” He started to crack up slightly. “From my head, my head to my feet, yeaah!”

“Oh my God, stop!” You cackled, face buried in his neck.

“Never,” he said and went back to singing. “Take a bottle, shake it uuup! Break the bubble, break it uuuup!” He stopted, looking at your with the corner of his eyes. You snorted and bit his neck lightly. “Come on, sing this part with me.” You shook your head. “Come ooon! Do this and I’ll shut up, I promise.” You looked at his grinning stupid face. Rolling your eyes, you murmured a ‘fine’.

“Pour some sugar on meee!” Both of you sang, trying very hard not to crack up. “Oooh, in the name of looovee! Pour some sugar on meee! C’mon fire me uup!” Bucky flipped your positions, taking you under him again, causing your breath to hitch and stop you singing.

“Pour some sugar on me,” he sang quietly this time. He leaned in and kissed you passionately, deeply, lovingly. His lips traveled your neck, peppering kisses and then came back to your lips again. He whispered the last notes of the song as he leaned in close enough for his lips to crush against yours before he engulfed you into another hot and loving round of sex.  

“Ooh, I can’t get enough…”

Your grinning self was turned into a gasping and chanting his name with pleasure one real quick after that.

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