#mint ice cream & bubblegum kisses

[itskateak]

Mint Ice Cream & Bubblegum Kisses - Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Summary: The winter season was usually slow and boring, but that has certainly changed now that they lived in the compound.

Word Count: 10.5K (Officially the LONGEST chapter)

Warnings: Fluff, Minor Angst, Major Pining, Alcohol Consumption, Winter Bashing

A/N: Heyyyyy sooo....it's been a while. November 2021, yeah? School took over and I lost motivation to write. So here we are after I've graduated and moved back home. Thank you for being so patient with me :)

This chapter was solely supposed to be just ice skating, but because of how long it has taken me, I've added some more things and it will be a long chapter.

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"I have absolutely no balance and I  will  fall on my ass," Y/N grumbled, tightening the laces on his ice skates. It was a sunny day and the temperature wasn't too cold. After days of begging and waiting, Angelica had finally gotten her wish to go ice skating on the lake. And here was her father, muttering curses under his breath about how bruised he was going to be by the end of the day. 

"It'll be  fine , man. Just takes some getting used to." Sam called from the edge of the ice, hands on his waist. He was smiling, cheeks and nose just barely red from the cold. "Angelica, you ready?"

Angelica nodded and carefully picked her way down to the ice. She took Sam's hand and stepped out, wavering immediately. She squealed and grabbed onto his arms to keep from falling. "Sam!"

"I've got you, kiddo. Get your feet under you. There you go." Sam chuckled, leading her further onto the ice while skating backward. He started to instruct her, keeping a hand on her to make sure she wouldn't fall.

"He's got nephews," Natasha bumped Y/N's shoulder as she finished tying her skates. He wasn't worried about Sam with his daughter, but he was glad that he made sure her skates were tight. "Don't know where he learned to skate, though."

"Sam was a hockey player in high school. Pretty good, too, if his sister is to be believed." Bucky held a hand out to Nat and pulled her to her feet. She smiled and muttered a quick  thanks  before moving to the ice. He extended the same hand to Y/N when he straightened up.

"Thanks. I haven't been skating in years so I'll probably end up on my ass more than I'll be on my feet." Y/N tentatively stepped onto the ice, hands shooting out immediately to gain his balance. "Yeah. This is not gonna go well for me."

Bucky snorted and followed him. He took a couple of strides out before turning around, stopping gracefully in place. "I believe in you. And if you fall, I'll laugh before helping you up."

"Oh, so kind. What a gentleman of your time." Y/N rolled his eyes but couldn't fight a smile.

"I'd do the same thing to anyone else. Maybe a little quicker if I was sweet on them." Bucky winked, digging his toe pick into the ice and pushing backward. "You need a hand getting used to skating?"

"Maybe? I'll manage, though. If I fall, I fall, y'know?" Y/N shrugged, taking his first step forward. It had been a  long  time since he'd last skated and in some ways, it was like riding a bike. He'd remember in time, but for now, he was just prepared to fall until he got the hang of it again. 

"Then I'm gonna do a lap to loosen up a bit. Don't hurt yourself too badly while I'm gone." Bucky picked up speed backward before turning perfectly on his heel. 

Y/N shook his head with a smile and slowly tried to find a rhythm. His legs already burned with the effort. He wasn't made to do this kind of exercise anymore. He'd say he was getting too old, but he really wasn't. He just wasn't the fittest or most active person in the world and he  definitely  didn't use his muscles this specific way often enough that he wasn't  not  going to be sore either tonight or tomorrow. It was a good thing they were still on break so he could spend the day under a heated blanket for his poor, aching muscles and joints.

Angelica was laughing with Sam and Nat as she was skating. She was all bundled up in her jacket and scarf, face half buried in the fabric. Her radiant smile could be seen all the same as it lit up her eyes and face. The scene looked like something out of a Hallmark movie with the sunlight on the ice and the frost on the trees. Warmth spread through his chest as he stood there watching, hands sunk into his jacket pockets. 

They didn't have much family in the area that he was close enough to that they'd spend holidays together. Sure, they'd see each other for dinners on occasion but not regularly. Maybe a wedding or graduation on an odd year. And with his job in the past, they hadn't been able to travel to see the family he was close with since Angelica was very young. That's mainly why he relied so heavily on his daughter's friends and their neighbors. He wanted her to have a semblance of family around her. People who loved her and would be there for her achievements.

It was good for Angelica to have a more solid family. Each person around her had different experiences and lessons to give her. Different views would give her a balanced and unique environment. And if he were honest, Y/N was glad to have found a place among that family, too. Sure, they weren't blood, but not all family was blood.

And not all blood deserved to be family. 

He sighed. Every so often, her mother would try to make contact. But the note she left when she'd walked out on them made it very clear she wanted  nothing  to do with their daughter. Usually, he quoted her own words from the letter (which was in a special documents folder along with Angelica's social security card and birth certificate) and that was enough to discourage her. But recently she was being more stubborn about it.

Persistent messages and phone calls. Emails. Hell, he even got a physical  letter  delivered to him the other day. She  still  told the same bullshit story that he knew all too well and by now, he just ignored it. But it didn't mean he wasn't drained from the constant reminder of one of the worst days of his life. He jammed the toe pick into the ice idly, lost in thought.

"Papa!" Angelica's voice cut through and he looked up. She was skating toward him, albeit a little unsteadily, with a bright smile on her face. She stumbled, holding her hands out in case she fell, but recovered quickly. "You gonna come out more?"

"What, you want me to say I'm gay?" Y/N joked, pushing off to meet her halfway. "Surprise."

"Not much of a surprise." Natasha circled behind Y/N, casually crossing one foot over the other to turn toward the group again once she slowed. Her hands were in her jacket pockets, completely confident in her abilities. Damn her for being so effortless with nearly everything she did. "It's a little obvious."

"She's right, you know," Sam said, making a full stop behind Angelica. It sprayed up some ice, making the young girl squeal at the cold. "But maybe I can tell just because  I'm  bi."

"No, no. It's just obvious." Natasha used her toe pick to push herself back slightly, then pull herself forward again. She had that smirk on her face that meant she was never going to fully admit what she was talking about, only using it as fuel to tease someone. He'd learned to read that smirk well and hated when it was turned on him rather than watching her continuously tease and harass Clint or Steve.

"I feel like I've missed something." Angelica narrowed her eyes, looking between the adults with the same adorable scrutiny she gave a particularly difficult math problem. Sam and Nat laughed.

"Okay, so you asked me if I was going to come out more. Coming out is a term used when someone discloses their gender or sexuality other than straight or what they were assigned at birth." Y/N explained. "So I asked if you wanted me to say I was gay because that would be me technically coming out  more  than I already was, even if it's not entirely correct."

"Oooh." Angelica nodded for a few seconds. "I still don't get it."

Sam nearly fell on his ass with laughter, flailing to keep his balance. Nat reached out to steady him, making sure he didn't actually fall while she giggled. 

"You know what?" Y/N sighed in defeat, placing his hands on his hips in the typical Dad Pose. "Sometimes I think you're just bullshitting me."

"Papa!" Angelica gasped in fake offense, even going so far as to put her hand against her chest like a woman from one of those historical novels that fainted at even the slightest inconvenience. She'd recently taken on some characteristics from Elizabeth Swann after watching the films, which lined up well with her theatrics.

"You've got a mouth on you today, huh?" Nat teased. He  did  try to keep his swearing to a minimum around his kid, but she understood what words were okay for her to use and not to use. And given certain circumstances (and proper usage), he'd be lenient if she swore.

"Wait, what did you mean by  it's just obvious ? Usually, people are shocked when I tell them I'm into guys, too." Y/N turned to Natasha, curious about what she'd say. She was highly trained, which went unsaid even among the team, and things she noticed were never quite obvious to others. But then again, sometimes it was the simple things that gave people away. 

"Oh. Yeah, it's obvious by the way you stare at him." She raised a brow with that damn smirk, waiting for her words to fully sink in. The unspoken name hung heavy in the air, the implication even louder in the momentary silence. 

"Who's staring at who?" Bucky's voice made Y/N jump and lose balance. Strong hands grabbed his waist as he fell backward, bumping into an equally as strong chest. Bucky chuckled, the sound rumbling against his back. "Sorry, darlin'. Didn't mean to scare you."

Y/N straightened up, face burning. Once he was steady on his feet and not at risk of falling on his face or his ass, Bucky let go and slid to stand by his side. This was  not  a conversation he wanted Bucky to overhear and it certainly wasn't one he wanted to have  with  Bucky. Hell, he didn't even want to have it with Sam and Natasha, especially in front of his kid. She could keep a secret, but only if it was good for leverage or blackmail. 

Angelica had a great start at espionage and he wasn't prepared for the nuisance and problem this could become in her middle school and high school years. 

"Y'okay, Y/N?" Sam asked, eyes flickering between Y/N and Bucky with a mischievous smile. He looked like he wanted to continue poking fun at him for his reaction or say something that would entirely give away what they were actually talking about. It seemed like Bucky had skated up just in time to only hear the last three words of Natasha's sentence, which was a miracle of the divine kind.

"Yeah, yeah. Just lost my balance and nearly had a heart attack, but I'm good." He gave Sam a pointed look as if he were saying  shut the fuck up   or I'll kill you . It must've translated because Sam held his hands up in surrender and kept his mouth shut.

"Papa, you never answered my question." Angelica pouted, drawing attention back to her. 

"What was it?"

"Are you coming out more or are you gonna be a coward?" She challenged with her trademark  shit-eating  grin. 

"Oh, you better run, you little gremlin," Y/N growled, starting to chase after his daughter. She squealed with laughter, barely staying in front of him as they raced across the ice. 

Bucky, Sam, and Natasha watched them, all with bright grins on their faces.

"So, how long do you think it'll be until one of them eats shit?" Sam asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"I give it about thirty seconds," Bucky replied.

And thirty seconds later, a distant  ah, shit  could be heard as Y/N L/N tripped up on his toe pick and very gracefully hit the ice.

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Y/N straightened his jacket one last time. Tonight, he was taking his daughter to see the Nutcracker that was playing in a local college's theater, like it did every year. It was always put on by the same dance studio, in part with a few of the smaller ones. And every single year, it was wonderful. 

"Bucky will be right down. He lost his right shoe and needed a second to find it." Steve shook his head, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned in the doorway. "Thank you, Y/N, for doing this. He probably won't say it, but it means a lot to him."

"Of course," Y/N replied. "Didn't want him to miss out and certainly didn't want to make him go alone."

"I appreciate it because as much as I love him, I can't sit through the Nutcracker anymore," Steve said with a grimace. "And as I said before, the holiday season is harder for him. This will be good for him. Every other time he's tried to see the show, something came up."

"Maybe it was fate." Y/N joked with a smile.

"Maybe it was. Have fun, you guys. I'm being dragged into a second viewing of the live-action Grinch with Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Nat. Did you know that they can pretty much quote that movie word for word?" 

"Don't act like you can't, either." Bucky appeared behind Steve, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "Sorry for taking so long. Couldn't find my damn shoe and I believe it was Sam's fault, but I'm not certain."

"It's all good. Steve was just explaining that you've tried to see the show before but the universe stopped it from happening." Y/N subtly glanced him over. He looked...good in his formal wear. Unfairly good. If he were an artist, he would never be able to stop drawing the way Bucky looked right now as he stood with his hands in his pockets, his weight dropped onto one leg. 

"Yeah, it's never worked out. But I'm happy it has so far. Knock on wood." He rapped his knuckles on the door frame with a crooked smile. "Where's the kiddo?"

"Getting her hair finished by the girls. She'll be here in just a second." Y/N glanced down the hallway to see if he could catch a glimpse of his daughter to estimate exactly how long it would take. He was hoping it wasn't much longer because they needed to leave soon.

"Have fun, guys." Steve pat Bucky's shoulder before leaving the doorframe back the way he came.

"Y/N, thank you for this. Genuinely. How much do I owe you for the ticket?" Bucky slid his wallet from his pocket, opening it and thumbing through some cash.

"No, don't worry about it. Consider it a gift from us to you." Y/N held his hand up, shaking his head slightly. "Seriously. And don't argue with me on this one. Just accept it as a gift."

Bucky stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed. He opened his mouth to say something - presumably argue some more because that was Bucky, Y'N had learned, but they were both interrupted by a young voice.

"Papa, how do I look?" Angelica swayed from side to side, the sparkles on her blue dress catching in the light. Her hair was intricately put up with some jeweled spiral clips. She even had a little bit of makeup on, which was completely age-appropriate. 

"Stunning, like a little snowflake." He replied, smiling just as broadly as she was. She giggled and bounced on the balls of her feet, the slight heel of her shoes clicking on the ground. He held his hand out to her and twirled her under his arm. "You ready?"

"Mhmm!" 

Y/N turned to Bucky, happy to see he'd put his wallet away, and, perhaps begrudgingly, accepted that this was a gift and not necessary to be repaid. He was smiling at Angelica, watching her as she twirled again to look at her gown in the light. There was a sad nostalgia lingering behind it all and for a moment, he wanted to say that Bucky didn't have to go with them if he didn't feel up to it.

But then Angelica went up to him, took his hands, and tried to dance with him. The melancholic look in his eyes faded as he led her into a simple waltz, humming a basic tune. Instead, the corners of his eyes crinkled up with a smile as she giggled, spinning under his arm. He pulled her hands together and gently dipped her, his smile somehow getting bigger as she squealed and clung to him.

"I won't drop you, sweetheart. Promise." He said before pulling her upright. 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as he watched, smiling just as wide as Bucky and Angelica. He wished he could show every single person who still viewed him as a threat or villain this exact moment between his daughter and Bucky. There wasn't even a  singular  thought of concern that Bucky could hurt her on purpose and he desperately hoped people would begin to realize that. He wasn't "evil" or a villain. He was a victim that was still healing and learning how to be himself again.

He slipped his phone from his pocket and took a few photos, making sure to keep the live option on. His favorite was a perfectly timed moment as she was spinning under his left arm, looking back at him with that impossibly wide grin, and her dress flared out. He was smiling, too, and it was obvious in the still image that he was laughing. It was a delightful picture that would certainly become his lock screen for a while.

"Alright, you two. Let's get going so we don't risk missing any of the show." Y/N hated to interrupt, but there was always time for them to dance another day. They had a show to get to and he'd rather be damned than be the reason Bucky missed on another opportunity to see The Nutcracker.

They split apart and Bucky bowed to Angelica, who giggled and curtsied in response. She turned and bounced toward the door, a little ball of sunshine to warm the snowy evening.

"Send those photos to me, please?" Bucky muttered, walking side by side with Y/N.

"Already sent 'em."

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The wind blew a chill straight up Y/N's spine, creeping under the layers of his jacket and shirt. The bell above the door chimed as he opened it, ushering his child into the shop before another gust could pick up. He shut the door behind him, shivering and stomping the snow off his shoes. Winter was a bullshit season because of the cold and wind. Once his feet and legs were cold, it was all over. He'd take forever to get warm again.

"Well, if it's not my two favorite customers in the whole wide world!" Pop waved as he noticed them, chuckling as Angelica waved enthusiastically back. She bounced over to the display case, looking at the new flavors and their descriptions. That was one of the best things about Pop's Shoppe and their homemade ice cream - they rotated new flavors depending on the season and everyone had their favorite that they looked forward to every year.

"Is that Angelica and Y/N?" A woman's voice came from the back room before she poked her head out to see. "Yes, it is! How have you two been, my lovely honeybees?"

"Leana!" Angelica ran up to Leana and hugged her when she came around the counter. "You're back!"

"Sure am, honeybee." Leana had a deep set of crow's feet at the corner of her eyes from a life of laughter and joys that revealed themselves in full when she smiled. She looked well, which was a good sign given how sick she'd been. She'd been out since the beginning of fall and although they didn't have any doubts she'd recover, they'd been concerned. "You been good for your father, I trust?"

"Mhmm!"

"She's lying. She's been nothing but trouble, causing mischief and being a nuisance." Y/N hugged Leana, chuckling when she squeezed him. "Though she  is  just an accomplice most of the time."

"Oh, is she now?" Pop leaned against the counter, looking at the girl in question. She gave him her mischievous grin, shrugging like she was innocent in the matter. "So, what can I get you on this cold day?"

"Whatever she wants. It's too cold to eat ice cream for me." Y/N placed his hand on the top of his daughter's head for a moment before shoving his hands into his pockets. "And I know we promised to bring Bucky along today but they had a mission come up last night and had to leave. Next time."

"Ahh, no hard feelings. He's welcome here whenever he's able to fit us in his world-saving schedule." Pop moved to get Angelica's usual order, slipping his gloves on and snagging the cup on the way to get the scoop.

"Bucky, huh? Who's Bucky?" Leana asked, leaning against the counter. She brushed a couple of stray braids over her shoulder. Her braids matched the color of her holiday apron, red braided into the grey of her natural hair. Angelica's favorite was the sunset yellow she liked to wear in the summer, sometimes with little bee and flower clips. 

"James Buchanan Barnes. A coworker and friend. He's -"

"The Winter Soldier, yes, I know the name. I've been around for a while, honeybee." Leana interrupted, suddenly looking her age for a moment. "Never sat right with me how he got his citizenship back."

"What?" Y/N was hesitant to continue the conversation, now, with Angelica in earshot. Though, it seemed Pop was keeping her occupied well enough that she wasn't paying attention.

"Oh, that came out wrong. I meant the whole trial he had to go through to prove he was a prisoner of war and under duress. Ridiculous, really." She continued, shaking her head. It wasn't talked about often within the team or the compound, but the amnesty trial had been a big deal. A year later, Bucky seemed to have moved past it with some work but some people still hung onto it. 

"Yeah, I...didn't really pay attention to it. Only when it landed on my desk when his lawyer needed information and it was my turn to dig." Y/N said. He hadn't worked on it often, maybe once or twice under Miss Lancaster's legal team. Not often enough to know more than the general public and not enough to draw his attention away. Even his coworkers kept it out of the office talk just because it was a touchy subject.

And totally not because everyone was scared of him. 

"How's he doing, now, though?" 

"Recovering, but doing well. Has some off days, but everyone does. We took him to see the Nutcracker last week and while there was some sadness, he had a good time." Y/N pulled his wallet out to pay for Angelica's ice cream now that she was seated happily with a snickerdoodle-flavored scoop. 

"Tell me, what d'you think Bucky would like from the case? I'll get you a to-go container for when he's back. Consider it a present from us to him." Pop smiled, his nose and cheeks rosier with the added chill of the winter weather. He had a Santa hat on, really playing up on his resemblance. 

"Oh, uh...that's a good question. I think the vanilla with caramel and cone pieces would be a safe option. I know he likes caramel." Y/N said, handing over his card to Leana to pay for the ice cream. She only charged him for Angelica's, fixing him with a stern look to deter any kind of arguing. This was why he always came back to them, even though it was further than other shops. They treated everyone like family and did favors for their loyal customers. And they were local, so it was a perfect relationship. 

"Angelica, you almost finished? We need to get back soon. I've got to check in with Steve and Bucky to see if they need anything and you have homework." The adults laughed as she groaned, throwing away her empty container and spoon. "Thanks, you two. Take care. We'll see you next week."

"Bye, Pop! Bye, Leana!" Angelica waved from the door, bundling herself up again in preparation to brave the outside.

"See ya, honeybee. And hopefully, we see Bucky with you, soon. Drive safe and stay warm." Leana said with a sweet smile.

Pop handed Y/N the container, a note written on the top with his and Leana's signatures.

To Bucky,

Happy Holidays from Us at Pop's Shoppe. Hope to see you stop by soon!

Pop & Leana   ♡  

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"I love my kid, but it's too cold for this," Y/N grumbled, blowing warm air into his cupped, gloved hands. 

"You'd be warmer if you moved around more." Natasha elbowed him, smiling as she watched the chaos unfold in front of them. 

Tony and Peter were constructing a snow fort in preparation for all-out snowball warfare. Scott, Angelica, and Cassie were also constructing a fort across from the Team IronSpider base. It wasn't as pretty or optimized as theirs, but it was going to be functional for the insanity that was going to unleash when they were ready.

"Yeah, but that would also mean getting involved in  that ." Y/N hitched his chin toward Team SuperWeird, comprised of Bucky, Steve, and Wanda. Unfair in his eyes, but that's just how the cards were dealt. "There's a reason I'm playing as an impartial judge with Bruce."

"Fair enough. Well, I better help those two. They need all the help they can get." She joined Clint and Sam at their base. 

The sun was warm but didn't do much to combat the overall chill of the day. But it was perfect for a snowball fight, including the sticky snow that would make the ideal snowball. Bruce also had his hands buried in his pockets, his face tucked into his scarf to try and keep warm. It was a universal day off for everyone in the compound, which meant he wasn't allowed to be tucked away in his lab.

Thor and Loki had come to visit with Valkyrie, enjoying some downtime with the team for a couple of days. Thor and Valkyrie were happily constructing their own fort and stockpiling snowball ammunition for the fight. Loki was standing beside Y/N and Bruce with his arms folded, shaking his head in mild amusement. 

"I don't believe I'll ever quite understand Midgaurdians." He said after a moment of thought. "But they  are  entertaining."

"We certainly are, huh?" Y/N smiled as his daughter squealed after Peter had snuck over and shoved snow on her neck. "You don't want to join?"

"No, no. I'm quite alright just watching for now." Loki wasn't exactly what he'd expected based on stories. He seemed to have mellowed out a bit and had some time to reflect on past mistakes. Or perhaps the events of Ragnarok had a strong effect on him. Whatever the case was, he was rather pleasant to be around, now. "It's not quite fair for me to join in, considering I'm immune to the cold."

"Ah. Yeah, that is an unfair advantage." Y/N shuffled his feet a bit, hoping to keep his toes from freezing by standing in the same place for too long. Although he was wearing multiple layers, the cold still crept in where it could. "You think they'd notice if I slipped away to get a warm drink?"

"Yes. They would. You wouldn't get three feet until Tony called you out." Bruce said.

"Well, it's a good thing I've come to deliver some warm cider." Pepper appeared beside them with a tray of thermoses. "Here you go."

"You're a lifesaver, Pepper." Y/N gratefully accepted one, the warmth spreading through his fingers and down his arms immediately. He took a tentative sip, considering it was still very hot, and hummed happily as the heat trickled through his chest.

"And one for you, Bruce." She passed another one to Bruce, earning the same praises. "Would you like one, Loki?"

"No, thank you, Miss Potts." Loki smiled, looking rather fond for a brief moment.

"It's actually Stark, now." She corrected, returning the smile.

"Oh, my apologies, Missus Stark. Congratulations." He inclined his head cordially.

"Thank you. But really, just call me Pepper. There's no need to be so formal." She touched his arm gently like she did often with everyone, a friendly and comforting gesture she was known for. "If you three need anything, just text me, alright?" 

"Of course, Pepper. Thanks again. I'll take videos of Tony getting his ass handed to him by Steve later." Bruce said from behind the rim of his thermos. And with that, she was making her way back inside, away from the snow and cold. 

Y/N was jealous, but now he had a warm drink so he was at least placated for the moment. He checked the time on his phone. There were thirty seconds left on his timer for their allotted fortress building time. After that, they'd have two minutes to prepare their ammunition before the first round of battle would begin. The timer chimed loudly and everyone immediately stopped piling snow and started creating snowballs of varying sizes and shapes.

"Of the current competitors, who do you believe will be the best?" Loki asked, crossing his arms. 

"Bucky's been trained as a sniper, but Clint has insane accuracy. Wanda has her abilities and Steve has enough spite to be good at just about anything." Bruce tilted his head in thought, watching everyone frantically stockpile ammo. "Sam and Scott are at a disadvantage, but will probably be good in their team. Tony and Peter work together a little  too  well, not to mention Peter's enhanced senses."

"So, what you're saying is that my kid and Cassie are going to get absolutely demolished by the superheroes around them." Y/N laughed, knowing all too well how this was going to go. It's mainly why he was staying on the sidelines and avoiding the conflict. 

"Oh, totally. That's exactly what's going to happen and it's going to be glorious." Bruce grinned before burrowing back into his scarf. The second timer went off and everyone came to a halt. "Alright, everyone. The round begins in three...two...one...go!"

Snow flew immediately, headed in every which direction. Laughter rang into the air, along with some cussing when people were hit. They were good about not getting close to the bystanders, some landing just at their feet but never hitting them. It was entertaining to watch the different strategies each team had, though most of it seemed to just be sheer chaos. Firing wherever in hopes it hit someone.

"You're going down, Romanoff!" Wanda shouted just before a snowball went flying at Natasha, propelled by her powers.

"In your dreams, Maximoff!" Natasha yelled back after barely dodging the projectile before throwing her own. It nailed Wanda straight in the chest faster than she could blink.

A stray snowball came flying by, hitting Loki square in the stomach. He doubled over slightly, the wind knocked out of him for a moment. Murderous intent took over his eyes as he scanned the field, trying to decide who had thrown it. Valkyrie was snickering behind her hand and noticed she'd drawn his attention. With a determined roll of his shoulders, Loki joined Tony and Peter, set on revenge.

Y/N glanced at his daughter, who was grinning to herself deviously. She'd done that on purpose and somehow flew under the radar to avoid all suspicion. That little devil was too smart for her own good and he had no idea how he was going to stay ahead of her as she got older. 

For now, he just shook his head and sipped his warm cider as everyone continued to pelt each other with snowballs.

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"I am  not  letting you have alcohol. Are you out of your mind?" Y/N stared at Angelica in bewilderment, holding his glass of champagne out of her reach. "You have some audacity, little miss."

"Aw, come on! Just a little sip?" She tried to give him her puppy dog eyes, but he wasn't budging. "Just a teeny, tiny, itty bitty sip?"

"You're lucky I'm letting you stay up, Angelica. I can still send you to bed. Don't test me." He replied, using the opportunity to also take a slow sip of his champagne. She pouted, glaring at him disappointedly. 

Tony had forgone the large New Year's party that he usually hosted, choosing instead to keep it rather small with the team and their families. That didn't mean he didn't keep the extravagance down, considering this was the most expensive champagne Y/N had ever tasted. The decorations were certainly flashy, golds and silvers reflecting every light in the common room. The countdown was on the TV, muted so their own music could play.

"Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you have a sip next year," He said, eyeing her suspiciously when she got a little  too  excited about that. "No promises."

Angelica continued to grin far too wide for his liking before bouncing off into the crowd to find Peter and May. He shook his head, watching her as she disappeared into the kitchen. She was always a handful, but sometimes she seemed especially difficult to deal with. He loved her dearly, though, and it made moments like this more endearing than annoying.

"She reminds me of myself when I was young." Wanda came up beside Y/N. She was wearing a nice black gown, rather simple in terms of attire Tony required, but it suited her well. Especially with the fabric fading into a bright red near her knees and the beading around the waist. "Too smart for her own good and always looking for trouble."

"I can hardly believe you were looking for trouble," Y/N said in a warm tone. He  could  believe it, but he was teasing her. 

"Well,  I  wasn't usually the one looking for it. My brother, Pietro, was usually always finding himself in trouble. I was always getting him  out  of it." She laughed softly, eyes crinkled and light with fond memories. She missed him, he knew. His memory lived on through her, though, and all she did with the Avengers. With Tony's recovery foundation, he started an outreach program specifically for those affected by what happened in Sokovia and named it after Pietro. "Vis likes her a lot."

"Seems to be a common feeling with everyone," Y/N replied, giving her a brief side-hug. Her nose crinkled up happily, squeezing him back with her free arm. "How's your training going?"

"Oh, it's...going. Tiring, but Stephen is pleased with my progress. There's so much I didn't know I could do that he's taught me to control." Wanda, as if to show how much she'd learned, raised her hand and swirled some of the red mist around her fingers. It morphed into a little kitten that bounded across her knuckles, swatting at an equally tiny butterfly. It jumped to catch it, succeeding, and they both disappeared in a flourish.

"That was delightful." Y/N applauded her, laughing as she curtsied. "It's always nice to catch up with you."

"And you, too. Let's talk more often. Well, seems the countdown is going to begin shortly. I need to find Vis." She untangled herself from Y/N, but not before kissing him on the cheek. 

Tony called everyone to gather around the TV with their glasses of champagne and their partners. The couples stood together and those who were single ended up grouping near the opposite side. Peter had Angelica in his arms, a glass of sparkling cider held carefully in one of his hands.

Sam, Bucky, YN, and May stood together. Clint was currently MIA due to a sudden mission, which he'd been completely fine with. This wasn't his favorite holiday in the world and he preferred to be making money somewhere else. The countdown began on the TV, the sound returning at the perfect moment thanks to FRIDAY. Everyone waited, counting with it as the new year finally turned over.

The room filled with cheers and the couples shared a customary kiss. May hugged Y/N immediately before moving to Bucky and Sam. 

"Happy New Year," Sam hugged Y/N tightly, leaving a kiss on his cheek before he pulled away. He turned to Bucky.

"Don't kiss me or I'll kick your ass." Bucky threatened, accepting Sam's hug. Sam was grinning and tried to kiss Bucky's cheek, only to be met with the palm of his metal hand turning him away. 

Y/N laughed, careful not to spill any of his drink as he embraced Bucky. It was immediately a comfort, enveloping him entirely in his arms. His cologne was soft and musky but by no means overpowering or too strong. Bucky swayed them slightly before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Happy New Year, darlin'." He muttered as he pulled away. His smile was dazzling and if not for Angelica suddenly hugging his leg, Y/N probably would've kept staring for much longer. 

"Papa!" Angelica looked up at him and there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Can I have a sip?"

Y/N was about to berate her for asking again when he paused and realized what was going on. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The others were laughing brightly and he shook his head.

"You little shit." 

Angelica looked triumphant as she took her sip of champagne.

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Bucky squinted at the back of the beer bottle, reading the ingredients. It honestly wasn't the best he'd ever had, but there was just a flavor he couldn't quite place. He shrugged and took another swig, not bothering to spend much longer thinking about it.

Sam groaned as he sat down on the couch, his own bottle in his hand. He sighed deeply, slouching down to get comfortable. He'd taken to hanging out with Bucky more now that Steve and Natasha were dating. It was nothing against either of them, considering they still had their Guys' Nights often. Usually, in their free time, the couple was together. Which left Sam and Bucky most evenings.

"I'm tired." Sam sighed, head falling back against the couch. "You feel me?"

"I feel you," Bucky replied. "I've been tired since 1927."

"That's oddly specific. What happened in '27?" Sam took a quick drink, having learned the Bucky's off-the-cuff comments sometimes took him by surprise. He had shot beer out his nose a couple of times because of that.

"Met Steve that year. Been running behind him, keeping him out of trouble since then." He stared into the distance, slowly bringing his bottle up.

"It's a full-time job, huh?" Sam raised his bottle again too.

"Amen to that." They cheered to each other from a distance before downing the rest of their beer. Bucky turned the bottle again to look at the label. "The hell is in this?"

"It's really bad, is what it is. Steve's no longer allowed to shop for booze." Sam leaned forward and set the glass bottle down on the coffee table. He settled back into the couch. "Alright, we gotta talk."

"About?" Bucky rested his head on the back of the couch, letting it fall to the side to look at Sam. He had a feeling what this was going to lead to, but he didn't have the energy to shut it down. He actually  wanted  to talk about it, if he were honest.

"Y/N. You. The kiss." Sam paused between each subject, letting them hang in the air and sink in. "You  kissed  him in front of everyone. So, what's the deal, now? You two on the down low?"

"No, not...no. We didn't talk about it. It was just a kiss and didn't mean anything." As much as he hated to say it, that's exactly what the situation was. He hadn't brought it up to Y/N and they'd not discussed it at all. And he hadn't acted any different afterward so he had no reason to believe that it affected their friendship any further than a moment to look back at and laugh about.

"How the hell did you ever make it as a spy when you're such a  bad  liar?" Sam stared at him incredulously.

"I wasn't allowed to talk," Bucky muttered, which gained a short bark of laughter. He smiled briefly. 

"I'm gonna say this so no one else has to," Sam sat up, looking Bucky straight on. It sent a shock of nerves down his spine with how serious he suddenly was. "And I'm saying this because you're my brother, man. You need to talk to him. Give him a chance to say yes or no. Say you're interested."

"I don't wanna make it awkward. He's on the team and it's not exactly like we can just...distance from each other. His daughter is kinda my mini shadow half the time." Bucky turned away with a sigh, staring at the wall. He wanted to say something  so  bad, but the thought of causing tension in their close-knit team was enough to deter him. That kiss under the mistletoe at the party only deepened his feelings and settled them strongly in his heart. It was hard not to give in when away from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. "I don't even know if he feels the same way."

"James, listen to me. You will never know if you don't try. He and Kiera Roberts were rumored to be a thing and he cleared it up with her. She watched after Angelica when you were out of commission after that mission in Rome." Sam had that tone in his voice that he used when counseling veterans. The same one he used when helping any of the team through a panic attack or episode of some sort. "Give it a chance. Do something that it's just the two of you and see if he responds in a way that says he'd be interested. Then ask him to dinner."

"Nope. No way in hell."

"I'm only going to keep bringing it up until you do. Every day, every moment possible." Sam threatened.

"God, you're annoying." Bucky rubbed his hand over his face with a sigh. He was blushing just thinking about it.

"It's why you love me." 

"Okay, okay. Fine. After the security meeting and we're back here...I'll do it." Bucky glared at Sam, finding he was smiling smugly. He looked like he was going to say something inappropriate or suggestive at any moment now that the serious conversation was over. "Not a word, Wilson. I'll still kick you off a damn helicarrier."

"I didn't say anything!"

"You were thinking it and that's bad enough!"

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"Okay, so remind me what this is about again?" Wanda turned in her seat to look at the other occupants of the box, flipping through the program she was holding. 

"Orpheus and Eurydice except it's set in a Great Depression-like era and the music has a strong basis in New Orleans style jazz," Y/N said, glancing over the cast list as he turned the page in his own program. "The band is usually onstage the whole time and highlighted a couple of times."

"Not to be rude to you guys." Sam interrupted, motioning to Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and their other light-skinned teammates in attendance. "But  why  is Hermes being played by a  white  guy?"

"I thought the same thing!" Clint threw his hands up in exasperation. 

"Alright, you two. Chill out. He's got a mile-long portfolio in his bio. Give him a chance." Y/N shook his head in amusement. He'd heard this Hermes perform in videos and while he wasn't Andre De Shields, he did a damn good job. "He's also  from  New Orleans, Wilson."

"All I'm sayin' is I've never heard of him," Sam grumbled a little more about the casting of the tour but settled down again after a minute. 

Some of the team had time after a security conference in D.C. to see Hadestown and do other touristy things. Sam, Clint, and Y/N had convinced the rest of their small group to join them at the show, saying that they would enjoy it. With nothing else to do and no reason to argue, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Bucky joined them to see the touring company.

Angelica had not been happy when she'd heard they were seeing the show without her. In fact, promising to take her to see it on Broadway was the only way to get her to speak to anyone other than Peter for  four  days. She was a stubborn child who knew how to use that to her advantage when she  really  wanted it. He didn't feel bad about giving in because he'd wanted to see the show with her in the first place, but the opportunity to see it on tour happened before they got the chance.

The lights started to dim as the cast and orchestra walked out. Everyone checked to be sure their phones were off. The cast settled in their places and Hermes clicked his heels at the edge of the stage, gazing out over the crowd. He took a deep breath, clasping his hands together with a smile.

"Aight."

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Sam turned around at intermission with an embarrassed smile. 

"Is there something you would like to say, Samuel?" Y/N tilted his head innocently as the house filled with chatter, the lights still slowly coming up.

"I would like to recant my statement about this particular white man playing Hermes," Sam announced to the group. It sparked some laughter and he waited for another moment to continue. "He opened his mouth and I realized my mistake. I apologize. I was wrong."

"Yeah, he's good." Clint sighed, a bit begrudgingly. "But that Persephone-"

"I  know !" Sam and Clint quickly fell into a discussion over the actress playing Persephone, singing nothing but praises for her and admiring the dynamic between her and Hades. Natasha chimed in when she found it necessary, mentioning something about the Fates.

Steve and Wanda were looking at the stage, talking about the lighting and how it had affected the scenes. Set design came up shortly after, and they delved into the moving parts and pieces of the two-story structure and rotating stage.

"Remind me again what the myth is?" Bucky leaned over to ask Y/N since the rest of their companions were occupied. "The details escape me."

"We're halfway through so it'll get to the main part of the myth in the next act," He replied, checking his phone for notifications. His daughter had sent a goodnight text, which he responded to with a picture of Wanda and Steve geeking out over the stage design. "But the basics are: Orpheus lost Eurydice and ventured into the Underworld to bring her back. He has to convince Hades and Persephone to let her go. Upon an agreement, they leave together but Orpheus cannot look behind him or she'll be dragged back to the Underworld for the rest of eternity."

"And he looks behind him. I remember now. I'm interested to see how they play this out. By the way, the music is  so  damn good." Bucky said, which made Y/N laugh. "Seriously, it's a great show so far."

Y/N turned to him and it was like time stopped for that moment. Bucky had that crooked smile that made his heart flutter, his eyes soft and crinkled up at the corners. He glanced between the rest of the group and the intel specialist, amused by the enthusiasm and different topics everyone focused on. But when he finally turned his gaze entirely on Y/N, it felt like the entire world had disappeared.

As a group, they had decided to dress up a little. Nothing too fancy, but on the edge of more than casual. And he looked  good  in his dark long-sleeved shirt and blazer. The jacket had been a gift from Sharon Carter as a way to welcome him back into the good graces of the CIA. It fit him very well, showing off his wide shoulders and broad chest. Those dark jeans, too, had to be illegal somewhere because of how tightly they hugged his strong thighs. 

"Y/N? Didja hear me?" Bucky was talking and that snapped him out of his trance. 

"Sorry, sorry. I'm a little tired. Got lost in thought for a second." Y/N covered, sheepishly ducking his head to hide any blush that could possibly be seen. His face was certainly warm. "What'd you say?"

"I asked if you had a favorite song." Bucky didn't make him feel any more embarrassed, luckily, sliding past it like it was nothing. The question made him pause for a second, head tilted in thought.

"I prefer the live album's version of it, but Epic III will always be in my top three. How Long and His Kiss, the Riot are up there as well. Our Lady of the Underground is number two, though." Y/N rambled, tucking his phone away. He liked a lot of the music in the second act, but the whole show was incredible. It was impossible not to nod his head or tap his foot when any of the songs came on when he was working. "But I have a question for you, now."

"What's up?" 

"How hard is it to make you cry?" 

"Uh, pretty difficult. But what will get me, without fail, is a repeated motif that is either now sad when it was happy before or a call and response that is now just a call  or  response." Bucky responded.

"Oh, hon. You might want to have some of Wanda's tissues." Y/N grinned both in sympathy and anticipation. A perfect victim for this show, it seemed, as that was the driving stake through the heart about the ending.

"Steve is gonna need them  way  more than I will," Bucky said as the orchestra returned to the stage.

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"It's you - it's me. What the  fuck , Y/N?" Steve turned around after the final bows, tears streaming down his face. His language shocked everyone for a moment. While he wasn't the cleanest normally, he usually didn't drop a casual  fuck. "You didn't say it would be this sad!"

"It's Orpheus and Eurydice! What did you expect?" Y/N retorted, raising his hands in defense. "We tried to warn you!"

Wanda and Natasha were dabbing at their eyes carefully to not smear their makeup any worse than it already was, checking each other and fixing the damage. They were laughing through their tears at Steve's reaction and Wanda offered him a tissue. He took it with more force than necessary, a bit of sass slipping into the movement.

"He's got you there, Stevie." Bucky sniffed, drying his face with his sleeve. He gratefully accepted a tissue from Wanda. "But,  man , did they have to do both the repeated It's you, it's me  and  the opening song?"

"Aw, that's part of the fun, though! Showing it's a loop!" Sam laughed, wiping the final tears from his eyes. "So, on that note of the depressing and soul-crushing ending...anyone want to grab dinner?"

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Y/N watched the fireplace flicker, the warmth of the room comfortable. He curled up under the blanket, finding his place again in his book. There hadn't been a lot of time for him to read during this holiday season, so this quiet evening was the perfect time for a book. He had decided to reread The Princess Bride after their movie night. By now, because of work and life, he was only halfway through.

But really, as much as he wanted to read, he couldn't focus. He wasn't alone in the room and that's what was becoming the distraction. Bucky was also curled up under a blanket further down the couch, scrolling on his phone. The light from the fire illuminated his profile and cast warmth over his face. It had to be a crime of some sort for him to be that attractive when doing nothing. And it wasn't like he was  trying , either, which was unfair all on its own.

"Oh, hey. Do you mind if I put on some music? The quiet is just...a little too quiet." Bucky said, breaking the comfortable silence of the room. Everyone else had gone to bed already, some having to get up for a mission quite early, so it was just the two of them. His voice was soft like his intention wasn't to startle him.

"Yeah, go ahead." Y/N nodded, turning back to his book in hopes he hadn't been caught staring for those few seconds. It had almost been perfectly timed that Bucky had looked up just as he'd been staring longer than necessary. He found himself doing that more and more recently. After the Mistletoe Kiss at the party, it was harder to shove away those feelings and keep them under lock and key. 

The TV powered on silently, connecting to Bucky's phone and soft music started. The playlist was a collection of some of his favorite 40s music and other songs that either had a similar sound or vibe. It was all fairly mellow and perfect for the atmosphere they had created. Relaxing, warm, and comfortable. A little space out of time that had no expectations or requirements. 

Dream a Little Dream of Me  queued up next on screen and Bucky stood, holding his hand out to Y/N. It took a moment for him to notice, given he'd actually gotten back into his book for a couple of paragraphs. A soft  hey  caught his attention and he looked up.

"What?" He narrowed his eyes slightly in suspicion, but couldn't keep his lips from starting to turn upward.

"Come dance with me." He offered with that lopsided smile that made his heart skip a beat. His eyes were glittering with a childlike and mischievous light. "C'mon."

Y/N couldn't find it in himself to say no, especially when he was looking at him with such affection. It took him off guard, truly, but in the best way. He marked his page and set his book aside before taking Bucky's hand. He moved the blanket onto the couch beside him as he stood, careful not to let it get twisted around his foot at first. There was a perfectly sized space in front of the hearth for them to stand with enough room to move without banging their toes on furniture.

Bucky pulled him in, his metal hand settling perfectly on Y/N's waist like it had when they were cooking together. Like it was the most natural thing in the world and that's exactly where his hand was crafted to be laid. His other hand was a gentle guide, pulling him into position. It was larger than his own, nearly engulfing it in its warmth.

"I don't...know what to do, to be honest," Y/N admitted, unsure of pretty much everything. The last time he'd danced with anyone had to have been prom his senior year of high school. Even then, it wasn't any good. Just the awkward sway dancing that teenagers did with their hands around the necks of their partners and hands on their waists at nearly arm's length. But Bucky had danced often in the past and was still a good dancer from what he's seen. He didn't want to disappoint or screw anything up.

"Well, you can put your hand on my shoulder or my upper arm. Don't have to do much with your feet. These slower songs you can just sway and do small steps to turn. I can lead, so just don't worry too much about that. If you want to get closer..." Bucky trailed off, brows raised slightly to fill in the silence and finish the offer.

"Maybe if I can be trusted not to step on your toes," Y/N said, resting his hand on his bicep, finding it somehow fits perfectly. Just like Bucky's hand on his waist. "We'll see. You might just throw me away when you see how bad of a dancer I am."

"This isn't gonna be difficult, I promise. If Steve can do it without stepping on someone, I'm sure you'll be fine." Bucky chuckled, beginning to sway with the beat. Once he had found the tempo, he quietly gave instructions on which foot to step with and counted until they both fell into synch. It was slow and casual and nowhere near perfect regarding technique, but it was perfect for them. There wasn't anyone to impress or perform for. It was just them, the fire, and the music.

This was nice. Pleasant. Y/N had never done anything like this with anyone. He'd never had the opportunity, nor the right partner. No one had ever just asked him to dance in the kitchen or living room to whatever song came on. It was rather intimate, in a way, and sweet with how Bucky held him close, guiding his steps and leading him with silent confidence that was comforting. His thumb was tapping lightly on Y/N's hip to the tempo of each new song so they could seamlessly transition without being off-beat with each other.

"So...getting closer...how would one do that?" Y/N quietly asked after a few songs had gone by and they'd fallen into a natural rhythm. If he was offering to get closer, he'd take the opportunity as it was and hope that it wasn't awkward. He was afraid that they would try and it would make things weird and then it all would be over. He'd rather keep his distance and not take a risk if it meant staying exactly like this.

"Either my shoulder or somewhere between my shoulder blades." Bucky guided Y/N's right hand around his side, gently pulling him closer. He used his foot to nudge his a little to be alternating. It reduced the possibility of stepping on each other. "Whichever you prefer."

Y/N settled his hand on his upper back, right between his shoulder blades, finding that this brought them far closer together than he had expected. But it didn't feel awkward or forced. It was all very natural, which eased any anxiety that he'd had. Under his fingers, Bucky's heart was beating steadily and it was reassuring that they were both comfortable.

Bucky's hand returned to his hip, sliding to the small of his back. He continued to lightly tap his finger to the beat, keeping them on tempo as they adapted to this new position. He brought their clasped hands up and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of Y/N's hand, lingered for a moment as they locked eyes. They glowed with a warmth that rivaled the fireplace, all edges of his face now soft in the flickering light. 

Unable to keep eye contact without getting flustered, Y/N turned his head and found it was very easy to rest his cheek against Bucky's chest. He could hear and feel Bucky's voice as he resumed humming along to  The Last Time I Saw Paris . It had been a long time since he'd felt this content. Working two jobs initially and raising a kid had been difficult. Then his high-security job at the compound made some more time for his daughter, but the workload was also hard to balance with his personal life. There had always been an underlying feeling of stress in every moment of his downtime, but that was very obviously missing.

The nice thing about Bucky's playlist was that it had music that he'd never heard before. There were the classics and well-known songs included, but there were some he'd never would've found if not for someone who either was really into music from that era or someone who was around when it was popular. A perfect blend of slower songs that were easy to sway to and some upbeat to keep some variety.

"I'm gonna spin you, darlin'. Take a step back for a second." Bucky muttered, shifting his hold on Y/N's hand. 

Y/N did, spinning under his arm slowly. A soft smile was resting on Bucky's lips, just as soft as the look in his eyes. Warm adoration. It made his heart skip a beat as he stepped back into place, fitting right in Bucky's arms like a puzzle piece.

"Felt like you were a little jealous of your kiddo when I was dancing with her. Had to treat you just the same." He glanced down to their feet before pausing their steps. "Which means..."

Y/N squeaked in surprise as he was swept sideways, hand shooting up to grip Bucky's shoulder from behind. He was being supported around his waist as he leaned back further. "Bucky! A little more warning would've been nice!"

"I won't drop you, sweetheart." He murmured with a crooked smile and kept him in that pose for a few moments. True to his word, his hold never faltered and never made him think that he'd fall. He leaned in closer. Y/N's breath caught in his throat as Bucky pressed a soft kiss to his temple, lingering for another second as he spoke. "I promise."

Time didn't exist as they stood there like that, the song fading to a close and crossing to the next. They both broke into soft laughter, smiles matching as Bucky pulled Y/N upright. It was all so sweet and perfect, a little world away from the rest of everything.

Bucky kept their entwined hands close to his chest with a contented sigh. He held him nearer, resting his chin on the top of Y/N's head once they'd settled back into their positions. "Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"Would you let me take you out?" He asked, voice soft and timid. His heart was racing beneath his hand and in his ear. "Dinner somewhere or a walk in a park. Nothin' too fancy."

"I...would need to think about it," Y/N admitted, despite the fluttering in his stomach and the way his heart hammered against his chest. He  did  need to think about it considering the dynamics of the team and how closely they worked. But he wanted to say yes. 

"Okay." Bucky breathed a soft sigh of what seemed to be relief. "Take however long you need. I'm not goin' anywhere."

And that is where they left that, choosing to continue dancing in the light of the fireplace. The conversation could be resumed another day when he was ready to provide an answer, but they were both content to hold each other close into the late hours until the playlist started again. For now, they swayed to the sweet voice of Ilene Woods.

So this is love. Mmhm. So this is love.

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"They're Playin Our Song"

Dream a Little Dream of Me (Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong)

So This is Love (Ilene Woods, Mike Douglas)

It's Been A Long Long Time (Harry James)

We'll Meet Again (Vera Lynn, Sailors, Soldiers & Airmen)

I Hear a Symphony (Cody Fry)

I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire (The Ink Spots)

L-O-V-E (Nat King Cole)

At Last (Etta James)

La Vie En Rose (Louis Armstrong)

On the Sunny Side of the Street (Frank Sinatra)

Everybody Loves Somebody (Dean Martin)

Down By The Old Mill Stream (New Orleans Footwarmers) - Grandma Recommends (GM)

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy (Andrews Sisters) - GM

When the Lights Go On Again (Vera Lynn) - GM

Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (Glenn Miller) - GM

I'll Be Seeing You (Billie Holiday) - GM

As Time Goes By (Billie Holiday) - GM

I'll Never Smile Again (The Ink Spots) - GM

Fly Me To The Moon (Frank Sinatra, Count Basie) - GM

The Last Time I Saw Paris (Johnny Hodges) - GM

Singin' In The Rain (Gene Kelly) - GM

Sunflower (Frank Sinatra)

Asking Around for You (Joe Bonamassa - Nowhere in Particular)

Ma Belle Evangeline (Princess and the Frog)

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Mad Spring - sour gummies, you feral little goblin. Tangfastics. Airheads. Sour Patch Kids. Like High Summer, you choose fruit-flavored gummy sweets, but you pick ones coated in Pain Sugar. It isn’t enough to just get sugar: you’re chasing a different Sensory Experience (TM) than the rest. And that’s great.

Warm Spring - white chocolate, ruby chocolate, pastel mint drops, cotton candy, bubblegum. Marshmallows. Sweet, creamy, usually pastel. You have no particular objection to floral tastes like lavender and rose. You may be able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

Midsummer - tropical fruits: chewy and slightly creamy in pastel colors. Starburst/Opal Fruit, Creamsicles/Solero. Maoam strips. Cream sodas. Skittles, despite being jewel-toned, are in this season. Coconut and pineapple flavors go here. Also the home of chalky-type sweets like Love Hearts/candy hearts, smarties (usa) and You may be also able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

High Summer - Gummy bears and chewy, jellyish, jammy, gummy, springy in bright jewel tones. Gummy worms and jelly snakes, jelly babies, jelly beans, Haribo. Clearer and gummier than Midsummer.

Autumn Night - darker and more complex sweetness, often including an element of burning or alcohol, or another challenge. Cherry cordials, marzipan, champagne truffles. Also home of burnt-sugar tastes: maple candy, bonfire toffee, candy corn. Also home of matcha; red liquorice; red bean paste. When people bring you sweets from other countries, they’ll choose unusual local delicacies. You almost certainly were fascinated as a kid by lollipops at the science museum sold with real bugs in them.

Autumn Salt - peanut butter and peanut brittle, salted caramel, toffee, butterscotch. Toffee popcorn, Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, Snickers, Daim. If nobody has any nuts, you’ll choose chocolate with nuts, crisp or crunch over other things. Sweet just isn’t enough.

Winter Spice - herbal, spicy and medicinal sweets, usually hard old-fashioned sweets. Red-hots, burning cinnamon, chilli - eucalyptus, root beer, menthol; sarsaparilla. Hard candy, generally: old fashioned ‘boiled sweets,’ things that look gorgeous in glass jars. Parma violets. Fisherman’s Friends. You’re the only person who would eat a gingerbread house after decorating it. You’re also possibly a ghost, or used to be a Mad Spring. It’s also about the SENSATION.

Midwinter - dark black Licorice. Salty? Sweet? saltlakrids? Allsorts? Australian? You might like other things too, but when your loved ones are in another country, they go to the licorice aisle and get you the weirdest local variant they can find.

Long Winter - true chocolate, basic chocolate stuff: M&Ms. Dairy Milk. Hershey’s Kiss. But also home of fudgy tastes and sugar-on-sugar in a long slow sauce. Marshmallow, Handmade fudge, Phish Food ice cream.

Cool Winter - naturally, the homebase of minty tastes. peppermint wheels, York’s Peppermint Patties, After Eights. Also orange - chocolate orange - and, oddly, pixie sticks/sherbet and other sweet things that involve eating simple flavored sugar.

[wynnyfryd]

Plot Holes

written for the @steddiemicrofic January prompt: ‘hole,’ 404 words | rated T | cw/tags: post S4, time skips, references to canon character death, ambiguous ending

“Shit’s been… weird, since the gates opened,” Steve says, looking down at his wrist watch. 8:04 PM. “Like… jumpy or something? Right? Robin?”

He looks up. Robin’s gone. The sun is high in the east, dropping morning kisses over dewy lush green leaves, and when Steve looks down at his watch again his sneakers are different. New. He scuffs the toe of one against the curb, watches it change in real time. Time’s all fucked up ever since that fourth chime sounded — got shredded just like the town itself; doesn’t work right anymore, and now it’s 9:17 it’s 6:35 it’s 11:02 and Steve is older, younger, older again.

Nancy’s gone and then she isn’t.

The kids are there and then they’re not kids.

Steve sighs, starts walking toward the center of town. They’ve been calling them “plot holes,” these glitchy time skips, like the universe has the hiccups. Well, Dustin’s been calling them that, anyway. It’s hard to see him now. Hard to see anyone, really, when they keep getting ping-ponged through space-time in uncoordinated bursts.

The last time Steve and Dustin’s plot holes crossed paths was two weeks ago in the summer of 1985. They’d spent the afternoon eating ice cream at Scoops: Steve in his silly sailor suit, Dustin shifting from age fourteen to forty-five as they mixed up the worst flavor combos they could think of. They’d gotten one good hug in, one really solid squeeze, and then the kid had disappeared mid-bite of a chocolate-banana-mint-bubblegum sundae.

At least there’s Eddie.

Steve spots him now at the end of the road. Hopes he makes it to him before he gets sent somewhere else again. He’s been trying to reach him for four decades, give or take.

Because Eddie doesn’t jump. Eddie’s exempt from the nightmare of atoms flung at random across the trampoline of time and space, because Eddie isn’t even supposed to be here. Shouldn’t still be alive — Steve watched Dustin cry over his body; all that blood, so much blood, and maybe Eddie isn’t here. Maybe he’s a figment of Steve’s fractured imagination, some lighthouse beacon Steve invented while he’s been drowning out at sea.

But it doesn’t feel that way. It feels real, feels like one good squeeze when Eddie waves him on, beaming and cheering “you can do it, Stevie, come on!”

Steve reaches out his hand and knows he’ll make it there this time.

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #the party #my writing #my fic

[six-costume-refs]

IRL Sixsona Designs Pt. 2: Makeup Edition

Hey y'all! This is second in a series of a few extra sixsona posts that @lightleckrereins and I are doing this week. The first post is here, showing the real-life vinyl inspirations we used!

This time around, I'm doing yet another hypothetical: what makeup would be used for each sixsona design!! My list of makeup recommendations for Six cosplayers is probably the post I'm second-most proud of (after sixsonas ofc). When I was initially working on that I kept seeing makeup that would be perfect for some of our sixsona designs, so because I have absolutely zero chill of course I had to figure out the full makeup plots for each.

The basic rules were - one glitter - one eyeshadow palette - and two additional products to fill in any gaps, as needed (this included fun stuff like an extra glitter or liquid liner, but also practical things like additional eyeshadow shades when needed or a liquid base for more sheer colors)

White (swing): Colourpop palette in Cloud 9, NYX Metallic Glitter in Lumi-Lite, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Matte in Lift, Urban Decay Moondust Liquid Eyeliner in Pyro

Yellow (A/B): Nicka K Pop Neon Palette in Oh Honey, With Love Pressed Glitter in Pineapple, MAC Dazzleshadow in It's All About Shine, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Bananas Cream (A/S): Beauty Bay (42), NYX Ultimate Glow Shots in Come Thru Coconut, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in 3rd St, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in In Harmony Bronze (A/C): BPerfect Cosmetics in Compass of Creativity North Skintones, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Dirty Penny, Haus Labs Hy-Power Pigment Paint in Copper Shimmer, MAC Dazzleshadow Extreme in Objet D' Art

Mint (B/S): Nicka K Pop Neon Palette in Lucky Charm, With Love Pressed Glitter in Mint, Haus Labs Hy-Power Pigment Paint in Mint Matte, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Life Coach Coral (B/H): Kimchi Chic Palette in Citrus Queen, Slayfire Cosmetics in Peaches & Scream, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Matte in Phoenix, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Rose Quartz Emerald/peacock (B/P): Cozzette Beauty Palette in Blue-Green, Designer Dust Co in Water Country Flakes, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Metallics in Firework, MAC Eye Shadow in Carbon

Amber (S/C): Colourpop in Rock On, Danessa Myricks Infinite Chrome Flakes in Hot Lava, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Liquid Metals in Hot Fire, Lemonhead Spacejam in Rainbow Road Peach (S/H): Colourpop in Sweet Talk, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Mulholland, MAC Dazzleshadow Extreme in Kiss of Klimt, MAC Eye Shadow in Shell Light blue (S/P): Colourpop in Blue Velvet, Designer Dust Co in Carolina Bae Micro, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Foils in Mermaid, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Ice Dream

Magenta (C/H): Beauty Bay in Berries (16), Designer Dust Co in Bubblegum Bae Micro, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Roy G. Biv, MAC Eye Shadow in If It Ain't Baroque Maroon (C/P): Juvia's Place in The Berries, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Wine Safari, MAC Pigment in Gold, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Bloody Mary Lavender (H/P): Juvia's Place in The Violets, Barry M Biodegradable Body Glitter in Hypnotic, MAC Dazzleshadow in It's All About Shine, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Amethyst

Some credit info: Designs for white, yellow, cream, mint, amber, peach, magenta, maroon, lavender + all sixsona art featured here by @lightleckrereins. Original designs for bronze, coral, emerald/peacock, and light blue are mine. I did most of the sourcing work for the makeup, but Sofia created the inspiration + made final decisions on the makeup for all her designs.

#2023 sixsona project #2022 sixsona project #game art #six makeup #six the musical #six musical #six costumes #sixsonas

[inkykeiji]

Mint green with flawless Tomura

prompt: mint green series: flawless au warnings: reader likes mint chocolate chip ice cream, hints of a toxic relationship words: 510

“I don’t know how you can eat that,” you say, nose scrunching up. “My teeth hurt just looking at it.” 

“Don’t look at it, then,” he snaps, the lines of his lips dyed a syrupy cyan, confection liquified by the heat of his mouth. 

But you just can’t help it, the monstrosity on a sugared cone continually drawing your eye no matter how hard you try to ignore it, looming in your peripheral vision like some sort of Lovecraftian horror.

It’s three scoops tall, with funfetti birthday cake as it’s base, speckled with colourful sprinkles and ribbons of icing running through the vanilla cream, followed by bubblegum cotton candy, pink rippled with teal, and topped with cookie monster; a heaping scoop of blue ice cream, laden with chunks of cookie dough and topped with a slice of a chocolate chip cookie, stuck in the cream. 

It’s a cavity waiting to happen. It’s several cavities waiting to happen, and you wince reactively, features twisting in phantom pain, teeth stinging. His tongue slithers from between his gooey lips, slick muscle tainted some nightmarish colour, and curls vindictively around his ice cream, gathering a mountainous glob and chewing it, a responding hiss inhaled through your clenched teeth.  

“You’re just weak,” Tomura continues, eyes narrowed. “And I don’t know how you can eat that.”

Ruby eyes stare pointedly at the drops of mint green ice cream dribbling over your knuckles, the icy treat melting rapidly in the July sun. 

“It really isn’t that bad,” your tongue darts out to lick at the dollops of sugar smeared across your fingers, doing little in the way of cleaning it up, saliva watering it down to a translucent turquoise, sticky and shimmering, pooling in the gaps of your fingers. 

“It really is that bad, and I can’t believe I’m dating a psychopath.”

“A psychopath?”

“Only psychos eat mint chip ice cream,” he reasons simply, shrugging a shoulder. “No sane person enjoys mint in their chocolate.”

Bubbles of incredulous laughter barrel up your throat, warm and tingling as they pop on your tongue, and he joins in, chuckling, his gaze mollifying beneath your amusement. His teeth are stained blue from the artificial dye, giving his smile an almost uncanny characteristic to it, eerie and wolfish. 

“Oh? And is that a fact?”

“It is a fact,” he confirms. “Ask Kurogiri.” 

You can’t help but giggle again at how direly serious he is, as if Kurogiri truly is the end-all, be-all wealth of knowledge in this life, his information gospel, his words final. You suppose in Tomura’s world, he is.

It’s cute, in Tomura’s trademark endearingly entitled kind of way, that he’s so staunchly confident in his statements; so sure that he’s correct, so sure that his custodian would confirm the validity of his claims in an instant. 

“A sugar fiend and a psychopath,” you sigh wistfully, resting your head on his shoulder. “What a pair we make.” 

“Could be worse.”

“Worse? How?”

“We could both like mint chip.” 

“Oh, yeah. Then we’d be real menaces to society.” 

authors note: tomu definitely refuses to kiss you until you have, as he so eloquently put it, rid your mouth of that horrid mint flavour, shoving various different candies and sodas at you in a desperate attempt to eradicate the offensive taste. 

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #a quick short one!!!! super cute!!!! love flawless tomu so much #hope ur having a fab tuesday anon bb #stay safe n drink water! #flawless universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[thefirstcourtesan]

I just mentioned this to @jerzwriter but in 2020 (before the world stood still) my husband turned 40 and we threw a big party that included a list of shots that you had to roll for.

I put a ton of effort into them and am sharing them now.

Nine Hells- Vodka, Hot Sauce- "A plane of sinister evil and institutional cruelty organized in a strict caste system with a very rigid chain of command.”

Pickle Rick- Vodka, Pickle Juice- "I'm Pickle Riiick!”

A Shot of Ice and Fire- Fireball, Mint Liqueur- “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.”

Kickass and Chew Bubblegum- Rye + Irish Cream, Banana, Blue Curaçao- "I’m here to kick ass and chew bubblegum and I am all out of bubblegum.”

Beam Me Up Scotty- Coffee Liqueur, Banana, Baileys (layered)- "I used the transporter, Captain.”

Dragon Fire- Fireball, Sambuca- "Fire can’t kill a dragon.”

Pikachu- Vodka, lemon juice, simple syrup- “Pikachu, I choose you.”

Toxic Avenger- Melon, Sambuca, Grenadine (layered)- "The first Super-Hero... from New Jersey!”

Police Box- Vodka, Blue Curaçao, Lime Juice- “It’s bigger on the inside.”

Sailor Moon- Vodka, Coconut Rum, Bailey’s, cherry garnish- “Fighting evil by moonlight.”

Dementor- Coffee Liqueur, Peppermint Vodka, Coconut Rum- "If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself — soul-less and evil.”

Red Squadron- Vodka, Chambord, Grenadine - "Red Five, standing by.”

Baby Yoda- Banana, Melon- “Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is.”

Vampire Bite- Coconut Rum, Peach Schnapps, Vodka, Grenadine - “Most mortals find great pleasure in the Dark Kiss.”

The Cap- Sour Puss, Blue Curaçao (layered)- “I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”

Gummy Bear- Banana, Sour Puss- “I'm a Yummy, Chummy, Funny, Lucky Gummy Bear.”

Cloud City- Sambuca, Baileys - "A Tibanna gas mine. Lando conned somebody out of it.

Madmartigan- Creme de Cacao, Frangelico- You're a warrior and a swordsman. And you're 10 times bigger than I am, Stupid!”

Last Unicorn- Tequila Rose, Bailey’s- “There has never been a time without unicorns.”

Knight of the Black Rose- Tequila Rose, Black Vodka - “The rose emblem that once told of his honor was scorched and twisted by the fire.”

Roll the die to choose your poison!

#shots #nerdy things #nerdy shots #i spent a month making this list

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

The Two Summers You Loved Me, and The Winter You Weren’t Around

Part One || Part Two

Note: This is the end of act one 'The Coldest Summer on Record', the next part in this series 'The Winter of Discontent ' will be coming soon.

“And how are my best girls today?” Joe says as Amelia and I push open the door to the ice cream parlour.

Amelia laughs as she enters “we are wonderful, how are you?” she asks, bouncing up to the counter.

“I am doing just fine, Miss Amelia” Joe replies, smiling down at her, “but I don’t think you’re going to be feeling the same way after I tell you what flavour 75 is”

I groan “oh no, what is it?”

“Liquorice” he says trying to hide his smile.

“Liquorice?” I exclaim “absolutely not, that's disgusting Joe, does anyone even buy that flavour?”

“You’d be surprised Miss Eliza”

“You promised” Amelia begs looking up at me, her face determined.

“Its liquorice”

“All 78 flavours” she reminds me.

I make a big dramatic sigh rolling my eyes, collapsing on Amelia “the things I do for you” I groan into her, smothering her in kisses, she dissolves into giggles in my arms.

“Urgh, get off me” she laughs attempting to push me off.

“Alright Joe, I guess we will get two scoops of liquorice” I say with a grimace as Amelia bounces off to our normal booth.

“I’ll make them tiny scoops,” Joe whispers to me with a wink.

“Thank you” I mouth sliding some cash over the tall counter and making my way to Amelia.

“I need to talk to you, but after Joe leaves” Amelia whispers dramatically over the table at you.

You watch as Amelia fidgets in her seat, watching her grow up right in front of you. This summer she changed right in front of you, no longer a little girl, but a brave, smart teenager who will probably run this world. Your heart is already aching knowing that summer is going to end and with that you will have to leave Miramar and go back to work. You try to push that feeling down, focusing on the moments you have.

Joe arrives with two small scoops of liquorice ice cream and two extra bowls, one with mint chocolate chip and the other with bubblegum, Amelia’s current favourite.

“I figured you two could also use a palette cleanser” Joe says with a wink popping everything down.

“Thanks Joe” I say as he heads back to the counter, the shop getting busy.

I grab my phone out of my bag, setting it up to film a quick video, Amelia scoops up the whole scoop of liquorice ice cream and shoves it in her mouth, her face twisting into various shapes of regret as she swallows it down. Your laugh fills the busy shop as you watch her.

“Gross” Amelia exclaims, trying to shake off a brain freeze from the ice cream “okay, your turn” a wicked glint in her eye.

Dread fills your stomach as you size up the scoop of foulness, taking a deep breath you glare mockingly at Amelia “things you do for love” you mutter as you take her approach and shove the whole scoop in your mouth swallowing quickly. The tartness of the aniseed burning as a brain freeze kicks in.

“Urghhh” you dramatically moan, making Amelia laugh, she turns the video off and hands you back your phone.

“Okay, now onto the important stuff,” she says, pulling her other scoop closer.

You laugh, doing the same, grateful for the mint getting rid of the liquorice taste.

“Maverick is back, I saw him jump out of the window” she half whispers across the table.

“Shit” I groan, pressing my fingers into the bridge of my nose, knowing that this is going to end badly for Penny.

“Yeah, shit is right,” Amelia says, stuttering at the curse.

“Yeah, nope, we’re not doing that” I tell her “I cannot deal with you swearing”

“What are we going to do?” she asks, shrinking back to a little girl before my eyes. The love she has for her mom radiating from her.

“I don’t know” I say defeated “Your mama knows what’s she doing” I hope, I say silently.

The rest of our ice cream date is spent in quiet contemplation. Wondering if the storm of Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell will destroy Penny or if he will quietly pass around us, leaving minimal damage, like a late night summer storm.

…

The warm night air crackles with lighting as you open all the windows in the guest house, the sun long set and your body full of nervous energy, Penny and Maverick, the end of summer, and the thought of having to say goodbye to Bradley consuming your thoughts as you pace back and forth.

Your phone buzzing on the bed pulls you back into the moment, you glance at the screen expecting it to be Bradley but surprised to see it's your mom, answering you put her on speaking flopping down on the bed.

“Hey mama”

“Hey baby girl, how are you going?” she asks, her exhaustion seeping into every word.

“I am okay, what's going on with you, you sound tired?” you ask.

“It's just busy at work that's all” she brushes your concern off “so tell me, when are you leaving Penny’s? A couple of nights has turned into the whole summer” she trails off.

Sighing dreading the fight you know is coming “I love it here mom, I am just spending time with Penny and Amelia, sailing, spending time on the beach, relaxing. It's been amazing, I don’t know why you’re so upset about this”

Sighing you hear your mom settling into her chair as she goes quiet, her breathing steady “and the boy you’re spending time with?”

Fuck

“His name is Bradley” and at the moment, just like magic the guest house door creaks open and he slips in, you wave frantically pointing to your phone. Bradley stands there awkwardly, before slowly shutting the door and making himself comfortable in the oversized armchair in the corner.

“And what does Bradley do? Penny didn’t even know his name, just some boy slinking around her backyard”

“Mom, I am twenty-eight, I am a big girl who can take care of herself” you reassure her.

“Just promise me he’s not a navy boy Eliza” she says sternly, I can feel the sadness of her heartache, the raw edges of the scars my dad left her with apparent in her voice.

“I promise mom, he’s just a regular mechanic who fixed my car”

“Just stay safe okay?”

“I will”

“Are you coming home before you head up to Washington and start your job?”

I quickly flick her off speaker phone, regretting not doing this sooner “I am not sure, I still don’t know about the job, nothing is set in stone”

“Oh Eliza” she starts.

“I have to go mama, I love you” I cut her off.

“I love you too” she replies hanging up wanting to avoid the same fight we always have.

I throw my phone on the bed, pressing my head into my knees, trying to regulate my breathing.

“You okay?” Bradley says, coming over and sitting behind me, pulling me between his legs, rubbing my back.

“Not really, my mom, she's a lot” I mutter.

He pulls me back against his chest, wrapping me into his arms, my body instantly relaxing into his. His presence soothing me.

“My mom, before she died, was like that. It was just the two of us and she was so protective of me, she just wanted what was best for me. I feel like your mom wants the same” he tells me, smoothing my hair, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“I guess you’re right, I just want her to trust me to make my own choices, my own mistakes” I tell him.

“She’ll come around”

My body interweaves with his, grateful for the weight and the distraction. His kiss starting at my temple, and slowly moving down my cheek and along my jaw and back up before turning me, his fingers tilting my chin towards him, his lips pressed to mine, soft and delicate, as his finger slide into my hair and my body twists into his, climbing into his lap, desperate for more.

I’ve never felt the way Bradley makes me feel, every nerve alive, but my mind and soul calm, I am eclipsed in him, forever more. In this moment I rea that somewhere along the way, I did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t, I fell in love. My hand tracing Bradley’s jaw, committing every inch of his face to memory, like this is a dream I am terrified to wake from and forget. My forehead pressed to his, my fingers lost in his hair.

He presses a kiss to my lips, he softly pulls back brushing his thumb across my lower lip “Eliza?” he murmurs, his breath tickling my skin, giving me goosebumps.

“Mmm”

“I need to tell you something, and I don’t expect you to say anything but I need to get this off my chest” he starts as I lean back, dropping my hands.

“I love, all encompassing. All of me and all of you” he whispers his eyes locked on mine as he holds my face “I don’t know what this means for us or what happens next, but in this moment I just needed you to know”

My heart stops and I feel the earth shift, there is no other reason for the way I feel, we are the only two people in the world right now. Bradley cups my chin pulling me back into him, kissing me, his kiss jump starting my heart.

This is all I want, this moment, I never want it to end, I break the kiss, looking deep into his eyes “I love you too” I whisper, a calmness washing over me, a peace I’ve never known, I feel like I am finally home.

…

The sun streams in the windows, the previous night's storm blown away and forgotten like a bad dream. Rolling over, Bradley’s side of the bed is rumpled and cold. I know he left hours ago as he pressed a kiss to my lips whispering sweet nothings as he slipped out of bed but part of me had hoped he had creeped back in to surprise me. Sighing I stretch as my phone buzzes, expecting it to be Amelia, I roll over but I have no notifications. The buzz sounds a second time and roll over to the other side surprised to see Bradley’s phone sitting there, flipping it over I see a text

Flyboy ‘drinks on you tonight at hard deck’

I feel like I’ve invaded his privacy, a gross feeling washes over me, ignoring the message and flipping his phone back over and I jump out of bed and into the shower, getting ready for the day.

…

It's creeping closer to lunchtime and with no plans for the day and Amelia out with friends, and Penny out with Maverick on her boat I decide to head down to the shop and visit Bradley and give him his phone back.

Heading outside the fresh summer air tingles across my skin as I start my walk into town, grabbing a coffee and sandwiches from the deli and heading to the only mechanic shop in town. Butterflies filling my stomach because I’ve never visited Bradley at work and I don’t want to annoy him especially if he’s busy. I start giving myself a pep talk as I walk up the driveway,

walking into the shop I see an older gentleman under the hood of a car.

“Excuse me” I say standing off to the side “I was just wondering if Bradley was here?” I ask, nervously.

His head pops out and he wipes his hand on a dirty rag.

“Bradley?” He asked me, confused.

“Ahhh yeah. Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw” my voice wavering, as i start to panic thinking i’ve walked into the wrong mechanic shop.

“No honey, there’s no Bradley here” he tells me.

“oh I must be confused. Is there another mechanic in town?” I ask.

“No sweetheart, I am the only mechanic in town and I’ve worked here for 40 years. There’s definitely no Bradley that’s ever worked here.”

My face falls. “Oh sorry for wasting your time” I tell him “have a good day” turning on my heel I start to head out.

He waves goodbye and pops back under the hood.

I head back to Penny’s and drink my ice coffee and try to figure out what to do next, it’s not exactly like I can text him, then I remember the text from earlier somebody named flyboy said that they would be at Hard Deck tonight. I didn’t have plans with Bradley tonight, so I figured maybe I’d swing by Hard Deck and hopefully run into him and find out what the hell is going on.

…

Hard Deck is packed with tourists, Navy personnel and locals, which isn’t surprising, summer is drawing to an end and everyone is trying to soak up those last few summer nights. Laughter fills the bar with an iridescent glow of home, the late evening sun setting over the beach reflecting off the timber wrapping everyone in soft light.

I wave to Penny as I scope out the bar, trying to locate Bradley, assuming he would be wearing one of his goofy shirts being impossible to miss. I wander around trying to see if he’s tucked away in a corner, but I don’t see him anywhere. The noise in the bar increases so I head outside deciding to wait out there, I spot a group leaving and I snag their bench as I lean on the deck, legs stretched out on the bench, facing the car park.

I pull up my emails and start sorting through them, finding the ones about my job offers post summer, still unsure of where I am going to go. I pull up my pros and cons list, remembering to glace up each time I hear feet hit the deck.

“Eliza right?” A male voice says startling me.

Looking up I see a tanned blonde guy with a charismatic smile on his face.

“Ahh yeah, do I know you?”

“I am Hangman I fly with Rooster” he says sitting down on the bench across from me, leaning on his thighs he clasps his hands.

“Sorry who?” I ask, confused.

“Rooster?” he says cocking his head to the side “Oh I guess you know him as Bradley”

“Ah yeah I know Bradley” I say my brain is lagging as thoughts I don’t want start to pop into my head.

“I didn’t know you were joining us tonight, Flyboy and the rest of the squad are inside, but Rooster is running late, he messed up on our flight today, he’s fine don’t worry” he tells me with a wink “but he’s gotta do push ups as punishment” I am barely listening, I can feel tears spring to my eyes, I push them down, not wanting to cry in front of a stranger. Hangman watches me, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Why don’t you come inside and I’ll introduce you to everyone” he says pushing himself up, holding out his hand for me.

“I’m actually not feeling well, I think I am going to go home” I say dazed, reaching into my pocket I pull out Bradley’s phone “can you give this to Bradley, he left it at my place” I push it into his open palm as I get up.

“Yeah sure” he tells me, his smirk not leaving his face “you sure you don’t want to come in for a drink?”

“I’m good” I say “nice to meet you” I barely mumble out, before heading back to Penny’s.

I barely remember the walk back, my brain running a million miles a minute as I piece together all of my thoughts. ‘Bradley is in the Navy, he’s a pilot, and he lied to me.’ I keep repeating over and over.

Only once I’ve stepped into the guest house, locking the door behind me, I slide down to the floor, my knees pushing into my chest as I try to regulate my breathing, the tears start to crash down, as a sob escapes my lips. The sun has long since set and darkness engulfs me like an old friend, holding me gently as the salt from my tears attempts to cleanse me. I don’t know how long I sat there, curled into myself. I'm vaguely aware of my phone ringing in my bag, but I ignore it, hoping it will eventually stop.

The tears finally stop flowing and I feel like air has slowly returned to my lungs, exhaustion takes over, that deep bone aching exhaustion. I push myself up off the floor and make my way to the bathroom, washing my face with cold water, I avoid meeting my eyes in the mirror, cursing myself for being so stupid.

I change into my pajamas and pull on an oversized hoodie, pulling the covers down a knock at the door makes me jump, the flood light hasn’t turned on meaning it could only be one person.

Ignoring it I climb into bed pulling the covers over my head.

“Eliza, please” I hear Bradley say, his knocks growing louder.

Groaning I get out of bed, storming over to the door and yanking it open “how can I help you Rooster?” I ask, rage vibrating off every inch of me, the air surrounding us crackling with electricity.

He flinches, I am not sure what at, my tone of voice or the use of his nickname.

“I am sorry” he starts

Cutting him off “does it matter? The summer is almost over and I was always going to leave town, there's no point clinging to each other. Have a nice life Rooster” I say slamming the door shut.

I hear a thump against the door and his muffled voice “I am not leaving until you talk to me.”

Tears start to fall again as I climb back into bed, pulling the covers over my head and praying that I wake up from this nightmare.

…

Some time overnight the storm that's been building at sea finally arrives on our doorstep, lashing fat raindrops at my window. My eyes slowly open, they are dry from crying all night.

I roll over and check the time ‘10am’. I see I have countless missed calls and messages from Rooster, as I clear my notifications a DM on instagram from my old college roommate catches my attention. Sending her a quick response I arranged to facetime with her later today.

I drag myself through a shower and after dressing I head into Penny’s, her and Maverick are sitting at the breakfast bar, as I walk in.

“Hey kiddo” Maverick says as I walk in.

“Mav” I respond with my voice hoarse.

Maverick and Penny share a look and Maverick heads upstairs, leaving me alone with Penny. I pour myself a coffee and add sugar.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks me gently.

“Absolutely not” I tell her while taking a sip, the bitter liquid burning my tongue.

“Aunt Penny, I am so grateful for you letting me stay here” I start.

“But you’re leaving?” she cuts me off asking.

“Yeah” I say softly.

“When do you plan on going?” she asks me coming around the counter and pulling me into her arms.

“Tonight” I say, squeezing her tight, trying not to cry.

“My advice? Talk to him, don’t leave it like this” she tells me.

“There's nothing to say, it was a summer fling and summer is over” I say untangling myself from Penny, she smooths my hair and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Make sure you come by and say goodbye before you leave” she tells me.

I just nod, not trusting myself to open my mouth, tears threatening to spill down.

I squeeze Penny’s hand and take my coffee back to the guest house to start packing, the rain cold against my skin, a harsh reminder that summer is over and winter will arrive before I even know it.

…

#top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster x reader #top gun maverick #rooster bradshaw x oc #rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun fanfic #top gun fan fiction

[mechatiqe]

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TAGGED BY: @wickedserpent , ur so real for that

— TAGGING: @91cmspoilers @more-than-a-princess @quickdeaths @heartheaded @magescheer @the-ultimate-muses + anyone that wants to try: pretend i tagged you and go for it

《 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀’𝙎 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾 ? 》

BOLD any that applies to your muse and italicize any that conditionally applies to your muse.

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[ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. ] red. orange. yellow. green. blue. pink. purple. black. white. teal. brown. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. sky blue. pale jade. copper. magenta. rainbow.

[ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. darkness. shadows. nature. aether. quintessence. blood. life. death.

[ 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒. ] scythe. fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. lance. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. baseball bats. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy. robotics.

[ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒. ] gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. steel. glass. rust. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.

[ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

[ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒. ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. crocodiles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. deer. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. monkeys. tigers. parrots.

[ 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒. ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. water. spices. herbs. apples. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. lollies. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. tacos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. ramen. chips. ice cream. cereal.

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. CDs. records. vinyl. cassettes. piano. daydreaming. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying. video games. comics. manga.

[ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. ] balloons. comedy. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. wealth. power. percussion. clocks. mirrors. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. suffering. family. friends. strength. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. poverty. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. depression. longing. sloth. pride. envy. wrath. greed. gluttony. lust. melancholy. fate. soulmates.

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#⠀memes | tagging : aesthetics

[myheartstopperblog]

Permanent Rain Press interview with Tobie Donovan (Isaac Henderson in Heartstopper)

My notes:

The Lion King is his favourite movie

He went to Bath Theatre Academy and graduated in 2020

He loves to sing and musical theatre was always his number one passion, and before Heartstopper his plan was to get a degree for it

Him and Alice talked about his character (Isaac Henderson) and how they wanted to keep a few similar things between his character and Aled Last

In his head (not canon!) Isaac is the oldest of three kids and has a mum and dad, the dad could be an english teacher or has a connection to books just like Isaac and they bond over that

He describes Isaac as the friend that you would miss if he wasn't there but also wouldn't notice them if he was there, that he's a protector

Hi favourite scene to be a part of was the bowling and arcade scenes

"I wanna believe in romance!" Is his iconic line and he recreated it hehe

The "antiseptic wipes" scene was shot a few times because him, Kit and Joe would keep laughing

He had a javelin double (whose name was Tobie as well) and he helped him understand the sport a bit more

His most favourite scene that he wasn't involved in was the party scenes in episode 3

Alice sent Tobie a list of books that they thought he would read but Tobie was the one to suggest Radio Silence

He thinks that Isaac is nonconfrontational, conflict of any sort is one of the worst things that could happen to him

He thinks that Isaac knew about Nick and Charlie before anyone else

If season 2 happens he would love to go to Paris and shoot a scene in a bookshop

He would also love to explore more of his home life, his family life and his queerness

They also talk about Alices tweet that said that Isaac was supposed to give out acearo vibes and that he would be honoured if his character got to bring that representation into the show

He thinks that Issac would have felt a bit uncomfortable (not in a bad way) if he was at the milkshake scene because everyone was on a date, and Isaacs favourite milkshake would probably be something weird (like bubblegum)

Issac's message to Tao and Elle saying that he's sick and can't go to movie night was him giving them like a "date" night, he definetly wasn't sick

He really likes the Mean Girls musical and hus favourite character is Karen

He is a fan of Sex Education and Young Royals (his favourite character is Simon)

He is also a fan of The Eternals and he loved the part where Phastos kisses his partner, he cried when watching that and it gave him hope and thought that he could also be a superhero

He loves the Marvels films and his favourite one is the second Captain America film

He is a massive fan of Harry Styles, Doja Cat, Megan Thee Stallion,...

And if he could be any ice cream flavour it would be mint choc chip (same answer as Corinna)

He is such a bubbly and happy person! He just puts a smile on your face!

Corinna Browns interview notes

#tobie donovan #isaac henderson #heartstopper #the permanent rain press #again english aint my first language #and i might have missed something so sorry!! #heartstopper spoilers #mine

[miyagidos]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒. 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌.

bold likes/what applies.

[ ANIMALS ]    birds. birds of paradise. black panthers.  bugs.  bunnies.  cats.  chickens.  crows.  dogs.  dolphins.  dragons.  ducks.  eagles.  falcons.  fish.  foxes.  hawks.  horses.  lions.  lizards.  mice.  monkeys.  owls.  parrots.  pegasus.  praying mantises.  ravens.  sharks.  snakes.  spiders.  swans.  turtles.  unicorns.  werewolves.  whales.  wolverines.  wolves.

[ BODY ]  athletic.  bare feet.  bruises.  burns.  canines.  chubby.  claws.  curvy.  eyes.  fangs.  feathers.  feline.  freckles.  fur.  hands. lips. long fingers.  muscular.  normal height.  nose.  piercings.  scars.  scratches.  short.  skinny.  slender.  spikes.  strong.  sweat.  tail.  tall.  tattoos.  tears.  teeth.  trained.  untrained.  weak.  webs.  wings.  wounds.

[ COLORS ]    apple red.  black. blue.  bronze.  brown.  charcoal grey.  cream.  crimson.  forest green.  gold.  green.  grey. lilac. matte.  metallic.  mint green.  navy blue.  orange.  pink.  purple.  red.  royal blue.  silver.  strawberry red.  teal. white.  yellow.

[ ELEMENTS ]    air.  cold.  dawn.  dewdrops.  dusk.  earth.  fire.  frost.  heat.  ice.  lightning. midnight. moon. moonlight. rain. snow. starlight.  stars.  steam.  sun.  sunlight.  sunrise.  sunset. twilight. water. wind.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]    ambrosia.  apples.  beer.  berries.  bubblegum.  burgers.  burritos.  candy.  caramel.  champagne.  cherries.  chinese food.  chocolate. cinnamon. coffee.  cream.  desserts.  figs.  fish.  hard liquor.  herbs.  lemons.  mangoes.  meat.  nuts.  oranges.  peaches.  pies.  pizza.  plums.  salt.  spices.  strawberries.  sugar.  tea.  watermelon.  wine.

[ HOBBIES ]    acting.  art.  banjo.  bass guitar.  bells.  books.  brass.  cameras.  cassettes.  cds.  cello.  checkers.  chess.  climbing.  composing.  computer.  cooking.  dancing.  dice.  drums.  eating.  electronic guitar.  electronics.  fencing.  fighting.  flute.  gardening.  guitar.  harmonica.  harp.  hiking.  jogging.  libraries.  magazines.  martial arts.  motorcycle riding.  movies.  music.  painting.  phone.  piano.  playing cards.  poker chips.  records.  riding.  running.  sculpting.  self defense.  sewing.  singing.  sketching.  smithing.  technology.  theater.  training.  trumpet.  video cameras.  video games.  vinyls.  violin.  watercolors.  woodwinds.  writing.

[ MATERIALS ]    adamantium.  amethyst.  ash.  asphalt.  blood.  brick.  carbonate.  charcoal.  clay.  cotton.  denim.  diamonds.  dirt.  dust.  emeralds.  fur.  glass.  glitter.  gold.  iron.  lace.  leather.  linen.  marble.  metal.  mud.  paper.  pearls.  platinum.  porcelain.  rubber.  rubies.  rust.  sapphires.  shadows.  silk.  silver.  smoke.  steel.  stone.  synthetics.  titanium.  velvet.  wood.  wool.

[ MISC ]     anger.  assistance. balloons.  bubbles.  candles.  cityscape.  clocks.  coworkers.  cuddling.  dark.  diary.  drinking.  drugs.  enemies.  fairy lights.  family.  fear.  friends. frustration.  happiness.  hope.  hugs.  kindness.  kisses.  landscape.  light.  loneliness.  love. loyalty.  madness.  mirrors.  money.  optimism.  peace.  percussion.  pessimism.  pets.  photos.  power.  sadness.  sanity.  self harm.  smoking.  war.

[ NATURE ]  bark.  beach.  caves.  clouds.  coral reef.  daisies.  desert.  dirt.  flowers.  forest.  grass.  hay.  lavender.  leaves.  lilies.  meadow.  mountains.  ocean.  petals.  rain forest.  river.  rocks.  roots.  roses.  sand.  savanna.  seeds.  soil.  space.  stars.  thorns.  trees.  tulips.  tundra.  underwater.  volcanoes.  waves.

[ STYLE ]    armor.  bare feet.  belt.  boots.  bracers.  braces.  bracelet.  brocade.  button up.  cape.  chest plate.  circlet.  cloaks.  coat.  corsets.  cowls.  crown.  doublet.  dress.  earrings.  eye contacts.  flannel.  glasses.  gloves.  gorget.  hat.  heels.  helmet.  hoodies.  jacket.  jeans.  jewelry.  leggings.  lingerie.  makeup.  masks.  naked.  necklace.  neck tie.  pendant.  ring.  sash.  scarf.  shirt.  skirt.  socks.  suit.  sunglasses.  trousers.  tunic.  vest.  visor.  watches.

[ WEAPONS ]    axes.  bow and arrow.  claws.  feet. fists.  dagger.  guns.  hammer.  katanas.  knives.  maces.  machine guns.  magic.  magical items.  mud balls.  pepper sprays.  poison.  powers.  rocks.  scythe.  shield.  slingshots.  spear.  staffs.  sword.  tasers.  teeth.  throwing axes.  wands.  whips.

#find balance ( study )

[itskateak]

Hey, not wanting to push you if you’ve already answered this but are there gonna be further updates to Mint Ice-cream and bubblegum kisses?

The writing is fantastic and I’d love to see how it all ends

Hey, Anon! And everyone, really.

I want to finish that story. I really do. About once a week, I open the document and stare at it for an hour and then I just...close it. It's a bit of a writing slump, but there is another reason.

I've talked about my diagnosis with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome on my profile before. At least, I think I have. It might've been on a different blog. My memory is so bad these days.

EDS is a connective tissue disorder that heavily affects the joints. Usually, this is my knees, hips, and lower back. Anything from the waist down.

Early in January last year, I started noticing other places being affected. I was in makeup school at the time and I started to struggle with doing small detail work and repetitive things. I didn't see it as a big deal at the time, considering I was sculpting for eight hours, five days in a row.

About a year ago, I started college as a flute major. I've played flute for nine years by that point. School started September. I was told in early October that, medically, I had to stop playing flute.

It was...difficult, to say the least. Coming to terms with that kind of thing was a grieving process. It really was. And I can talk all day about what that's like and the thought process I had and how my last concert ever as a flutist really was, but I won't here. What this is all culminating to is: I *can't* write like I used to.My hands tire out and cramp up and they just don't work like they used to when I started the story. I have it lined out. I know how it ends. It's just...writing it. And when it comes down to it, at the end of the day, my own body is unreliable. I could type five words, I could type five thousand. I won't know until I start.

TL;DR version: I want to update it in the future, but it's all down to what my body will allow me to do.

#mint ice cream & bubblegum kisses #ren replies #or whatever my tag was

[campsearchlight]

@phoebe-fucking-bridgers

and the man, the myth, the legend…

Tommy Lane

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. cobalt blue.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching.fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. flight. climbing. running. free-running. exploring.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trench coat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge.

#oc: tommy #misc

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Zephyrus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lord of the West Wind by the people of Olympius

Z and Zeph by Iris, his brothers, and the others in the pantheon

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- He's mostly a bright, cheerful & all around friendly guy. He does have a tendency to be insecure and jealous at times, especially when it comes to romantic relationships. He's bisexual & is currently in an open relationship with his longtime girlfriend.

Being the god of spring (and the west wind), he has many abilities. He has the ability to fly due to his large light green wings. He also has photokinesis, super speed, he can generate strong wind currents (aerokinesis), & has the ability of chlorokinesis (though not to the extent of Demeter). He can also shapeshift into a pegasus as well as communicate with them.

He's the second oldest of his brothers (a set of fraternal quadruplets). He has an average relationship with all of them in general & they all try to get together often- mainly the three of them. He's not close with his oldest brother, Boreas (god of the north wind). Z's relationship with his mother Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs) is a bit strained, especially because of what's going on with Bo. He can't even remember the last time he & his mom went cloud surfing. Z still sends her flowers every week.

Zeph's main address is in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus. He lives in a large cottage estate (which he built himself) which has an evergreen backyard & an equally beautiful garden that seemingly goes on forever. He has several pets (with all of them having flower themed names). There's five guinea pigs named Dandelion, Lily, Tulip, Rose, & Orchid, two bunnies named Petunia and Clover, & three golden retrievers named Azealia, Magnolia (Maggie), and Susan (named after the flower "black eyed susan").

When he wants to get away, he'll sometimes stay over Notus' beach house or Eurus' cabin. Zeph hasn't stayed over Iris' condo in a long time.

His go-to drink is a cold brewed fruit infusion iced tea (oranges, strawberry, & thyme). He also enjoys the gin & basil cocktail and the jasmine honey milk bubble tea. His usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized iced green tea.

A favorite snack of his that he loves making are apple fries. He even makes his own homemade caramel dipping sauce. He also likes the strawberry & apple custard tart from Aphrodite's patisserie.

His favorite sweet treats include fruit salad (drizzled in honey) and mint matcha ice cream!

For work and extra income, Zeph has a few businesses including a chain of flower shops (Zeph's Fresh Picks), a line of frozen fruit bar treats (Flavor Isles), & he has a company which manufactures gardening tools and products. Despite his tricky relationship with Apollo, he models for his Bow + Arrow fashion brand and Platinum Alchemy.

Zeph is currently unhappy in his relationship with his girlfriend Iris (goddess of the rainbow). He feels as though their relationship should be put out of its misery, but he always falters towards actually ending it. They've been together for a couple hundred years. Zeph does remember fondly how they first met. How effortless it was. They met at the palace during a brunch celebrating an accomplishment of Hera's. They struck up a conversation & hit it off. Afterwards, they flew through a rich green meadow before getting caught up in a late evening rainstorm. They didn't mind the gentle rain and stopped to rest at a nearby quarry. Zeph took in how the droplets looked like glittering diamonds on her skin and how her wet curly multi-colored hair clung between her cleavage. When he first kissed her, he loved the taste of her bubblegum flavored lip gloss. The rainstorm had long since ended, but the both of them were lost to the kiss. He can't quite pinpoint the moment when things started to go downhill for them, but Iris' neuroses towards the situation with her sister Arke has always been a point of contention.

Before Iris, he had been in a few relationships with other guys & girls, so Zeph wasn't that shocked when she proposed that they try being in an open relationship. He's been in sexual & romantic relationships with Ganymede, Aphrodite, a few of The Muses, and a hilariously unsuccessful threesome involving himself, Iris, & Apollo. Zeph even gave Aether his first kiss.

In the pantheon he's also good friends with Aeolus (god of wind), Méli (goddess of bees & honey), Hermes, Dionysus (god of wine), Tyche (goddess of luck), Aoide (goddess of voice & song), Chrysos (god of gold & riches), Mania (goddess of insanity), Pothos (god of longing & yearning), Thallo (goddess of spring & new growth), Eos (Titaness of dawn), Hemera (goddess of the day), The Graces, The Muses, Pannychis (Chi) (goddess of nightlife festivities), and Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality). Zephyrus was mentored by Livádi (goddess of meadows).

An "accomplishment" for him was when he posed nude for the cover of Ganymede's LGBTQ+ magazine, The Rainbow Room. He has a framed copy in his house.

He also likes to clean & work out in the nude, hence having his own personal gym.

His favorite dish is a tomato pasta salad. He also is a big fan of sesame ginger egg rolls (with sweet chili dipping sauce) and spicy tuna sushi rolls.

In his free time, Zeph enjoys bird watching, gardening, surfing at the beach, horseback riding, cloud surfing, riding his bike, drawing, going for walks at the park, swimming, and sunbathing.

"Just like flowers, people can turn over a new leaf."

#my oc #my oc character #my character #oc character #zephyrus #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

[band-geek-727]

Miyako Inoe Aesthetic

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to **REPOST! **Feel free to add to the list!

[ **are the ones I added ]

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. fog. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. big ears. shell. trans. hunched/bent. **horns.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud. torpedoes. **shurikens.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. crystals.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. underground.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. bears. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. monsters. parasites. tigers. foxes. bats. armadillos. pinnipeds. goats.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers.  burritos. pizza. ambrosia. cookies. home-cooked meal.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. puzzles. studying. automobiles.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. costume. ruffle collar. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. hoodie. sweater. necktie.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. fear. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. deception. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. criminal. lawful. jealousy. medicine. **honesty.

#miyako inoue #digimon headcanons

[abeltownshipslittlebitch]

Aesthetic Meme For My Five (Callista Glover)

{ colors ]  brown. orange. yellow. green. sky blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. blue. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ elements ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops. humidity. void.

[ body ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. thin. short. tall. muscular. toned. lean. piercing. tattoos. scales.

[ weapons ] fists. sword. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. whips. knives. pepper sprays. tasers. lasers. machine guns. slingshots. staffs. wands. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. legs. sniper rifle. machete. experimental augmentation.

[ materials ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. crystal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. satin. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. dirt. mud. ash. rubber. synthetics.

[ nature ]  grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. clouds. mountains.

[ animals ]  lions. wolves. tigers. otters. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. foxes. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. rats. jaguars. bats.

[ foods/drinks ] sugar. salt. sour. spicy. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread. grapefruit. cakes.

[ hobbies ]  music. art. watercolours. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. reading. acting. singing. boxing. martial arts. self-defense. medicine. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. magazines. cds. records. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. driving. eating. traveling. climbing. running.

[ style ]  lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. midriffs. tank tops. sandals. flats. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. rings. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. sweater. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. makeup. red lipstick. tactical gear. suits.

[ misc ]  balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. leadership. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. anger. hatred. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. subordinates. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. alcohol. kindness. love. manipulation. hugs. smiles. memes.

#don't know if I did this right but I tried? #that's something I guess #zombies run #zr #my runner five #runner five Callista #callista glover

[aotoreiki]

MUSE AESTHETICS.

BOLD any which apply to your muse ! Remember to REPOST ! Feel free to add to the list !

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. violet. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. amethyst. charcoal green. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ]  fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. aurora borealis/northern lights.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. lean muscle. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ]   fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ]  gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ]  grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. edelweiss. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. rocks. roots. flowers. forest. ocean. river. meadow. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. sky.

[ ANIMALS ]  lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. foxes. weasels. ferrets. otters.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]  sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. raspberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. bread. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. vanilla. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. hot dogs. potatoes. cakes. plums. nectarines. peaches. limes. citrus. grapes.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. water colors. gardening. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. knitting. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. learning. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. ice skating. science.

[ STYLE ]  lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. suit. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. wedding ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloak. corsets. doublet. camouflage. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. paisley. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. military ‘dog tags’. combat boots. military uniforms.

[ MISC ]  balloons. bubbles. city scape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. loss. nostalgia. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. fear. respect. smoking. drinking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

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#dash games ✻ bingo; eh? #these types of things are always FUN but HARD because i'm indecisive asdkjf