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bsstories · 11 months

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Teach Me?

Pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader

Rating: nsfw, mature, 18+. MDNI

Word Count: tba, wrote this on mobile LMAO

Genre: smut, fluff, friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au

summary: you & mikasa were childhood best friends that told each other everything. mikasa opens up about her struggles with intimacy and you show her the ropes.

tags/warnings: friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au, fluff, smut (mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, kissing/making out, groping/heavy petting, fingering, oral (f. receiving), praise, light body worship, use of pet names (baby, beautiful, angel, etc.), blacking out after an orgasm) (as usual, if i missed anything, lmk!)

You and Mikasa have been friends since childhood. Ever since you had met, you were attached at the hip. And despite having ups and downs like anyone else, you found yourselves closer than ever during college.

Mikasa has always been the innocent one, the one with that soft, wide-eyed naivety that comes with inexperience. Despite being smart as a whip and wildly talented in everything she does, underneath her quietly dangerous facade is nothing but a quiet, blushing virgin. You, on the other hand, were full of knowledge when it came to sex and pleasure, and though your attempts to help your dear friend learn would suggest otherwise, she could never quite get past her fear of her own body and intimacy. You regularly discuss her hang ups with pleasure but Mikasa was still painfully clueless when it came to her own body.

You didn’t necessarily blame her; in all the time you’ve known her, she’s prioritized her studies and the people she loved above all else. Valedictorian, avid community member, and overall saint, Mikasa never had the time to unwind and explore herself. Sure, her diet was almost as clean as it could be and she was stronger than most of your friends in terms of physical strength, but she was never one to give in the curious voice in the back of her head that urged her to figure out what the hype around masturbation and sex was all about.

One day you’re hanging out together at home alone, trying your best to study but ultimately failing and instead favoring talking about anything and everything else.

You were sat cross-legged on her bed, snacking on some random trail mix you found in your pantry and listening to Mikasa rant about a god-awful date she had gone on the previous weekend. It seemed to only get worse the more she went on and on more than one occasion you had to stop her just to drop in a casual, “what the fuck” or “you’re kidding, right?”

“And then,” she huffed, frustratedly pushing her inky black fringe out of her face, “after making out for no more than ten minutes or so, the fucker goes, ‘can’t we just like… stick it in?’ Can you believe that? It’s the first fucking date! We’re in his mom’s 2007 Toyota corolla! And he wants to just stick his dick in me? He doesn’t even know my last name!”

A disbelieving but amused laugh escapes you as you listen to the animated re-telling of Mikasa’s quite tragic excuse of a date. “I’m assuming you didn’t,” you begin, “you know, just stick it in?”

Mikasa huffs out an airy laugh. “I- no. No, I didn’t. He- he did finger me though.”

Your hand halts halfway to your mouth, your jaw dropped in surprise. If you had loosened your fingers any more, the handful of trail mix you held would have made a mess all over Mikasa’s grey bedsheets.

“He- you let him finger you?” you repeat disbelievingly.

“Well, yeah? Sort of? I mean, he could only get one finger in because I was too squirmy to let him use any more than that. It didn’t last super long.”

“You were okay with it, right? You gave consent and everything?”

“I did, don’t worry. Honestly, I think I was just hoping that since I was kinda interested in the guy I’d actually feel something for once,” she said dejectedly, visibly deflating at the thought.

You sit up a little straighter, pushing the half-empty bowl away from you. “But you said you weren’t super comfortable with him, right? Mikasa, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’re hardly comfortable getting yourself off.”

She seemed to become very interested in her chipped red nail polish then, her head hung as she wrung her fingers together anxiously. “I know. I guess… I guess I was just hoping that this time would be… different? I wanted to feel normal for once, not like something’s wrong with me.”

The words barely leave her lips before you’re on your knees, pulling the girl into a tight hug. You feel her relax against you, arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Mik, I promise you there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Nobody just knows what they like when it comes to sex; it’s a learning curve. There is absolutely nothing wrong with still figuring out what your body does or doesn’t like and clearly this guy wasn’t the right person to help you discover those things.”

Mikasa seems to freeze up a bit at that, slowly pulling away from your embrace. From behind her bangs, you can see how pink her face had gotten.

“Okay… um… I’m going to say something, and before you react, let me finish first, okay?” the words come out in a rush, something you’re not used to when it comes to Mikasa. She was strikingly well-spoken, incredibly intelligent and articulate. It was rare to see her stumble over her words the way she was right now.

“I- yeah, of course. Go ahead, love.”

Mikasa sucks in a breath. You can’t tell if it’s to mentally prepare herself from whatever it was she was going to ask you or because of the affectionate pet name that happened to slip out when you responded to her. “So… I was thinking… You’ve been trying to help me with this whole sex thing for a long time now and you’re the only person I have ever been comfortable talking to about all of this… You’re my best friend and the person I trust more than anyone… and I don’t want what I’m going to ask to change or ruin anything at all, but I’m getting a bit desperate and -“

“Mikasa, you’re starting to freak me out. What is it?” you interrupt. And you weren’t lying. Her rambling was so out of the ordinary that it was probably way more concerning than what she was so scared to ask.

“Canyouteachmehowtomasturbate?” she rushed out finally.

You sit there for a moment, processing. It takes a second to understand what she said since it all came out in one breath, and then another second to recognize what it was she was asking you to do. And for the second time tonight, you feel your jaw drop.

“I- what?” you say intelligently.

Mikasa avoids your gaze but you can still see the embarrassment in her expression and the nervous fidgeting she’s doing with her hands. It’s rather cute.

You raise your eyebrows at your own thought. Where the hell did that come from? Your best friend asks you to teach her how to masturbate and immediately you’re attracted to her?

But… how immediate was it really? Mikasa was objectively very beautiful. She had a kind heart and intelligence beyond words. Her physical beauty only reflected how gorgeous her soul was. Sure, you’ve always admired her, but it was never anything more than a friend appreciating a friend… or was it?

Mikasa was your rock, the person you cared about more than anything. You didn’t think something like this could ruin the relationship you two had, but who knows? All you knew was that you’d be damned if you lost her just because of some sort of post-vulnerable-moment awkwardness.

You brushed your thoughts away and grounded yourself by pinching your thigh. Mikasa was your best friend. And she needed your help.

“You know what, never mind. That was such a stupid thing to say, I’m so sorry I even mentioned it-”

“Okay.”

This time, it was Mikasa’s turn to freeze up. You almost laughed at how cute she looked completely and utterly shocked. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she was trying to find the words to respond but couldn’t.

Eventually, “I- okay? Okay, like…”

“Okay, like, I’ll help you.” You said.

Mikasa stared at you like she couldn’t believe you had agreed.

You take a deep breath. This was going to be interesting. “Um… I guess the absolute first step is going to be getting yourself into the mood.”

Your ebony-haired friend seemed to suddenly snap out of her disbelief at your words. “Woah, we’re gonna start right now?”

“I’m sorry, did you want to postpone this to later? Do you have somewhere else to be right now?”

Mikasa shoves your shoulder, face red-hot with embarrassment. “Oh, fuck off. You know I’m awkward with these things.”

“That’s what we’re trying to fix right now, babe,” you answer smugly. The girl across from you rolls her eyes.

“Fine. How do you suggest I ‘get in the mood’?”

“I mean personally, I’m always horny,” Mikasa snickers in response. You decide to ignore her. “But to get me going I usually will read some smut or just start teasing myself if I have the time and patience.”

“Sure, but… I get horny too and nothing really comes from it. Literally, I guess.” You both giggle at her unintentional pun. “My biggest problem is that I don’t know how… I don’t know what…”

“You don’t know how to touch yourself?”

Mikasa flushes, avoiding your gaze. After a beat or two, she nods in affirmation. You suck in a breath.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Silence.

And then, “Yes.”

Time freezes for a moment and you find yourself unable to breathe. You certainly weren’t expecting your study date to be productive, but there was no way you could’ve guessed it was going to turn out to be a tutoring session for masturbation. But looking at your best friend now, all pink-faced and embarrassed, big doe eyes wide with incredulity and chest heaving in anticipation, you can’t say you’re disappointed with how the day turned out.

Wordlessly, you start to shed your jacket, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a near-silent plop. Mikasa watches you intently as you go to grip the hem of your t-shirt and then nods when you look at her questioningly, a silent request for permission.

You’ve seen each other in only underwear - sometimes less - countless times. This wasn’t new or different for you two by any means. But the context, the atmosphere, could not be less similar.

“I’m going to show you what I do, and then if you’re comfortable with it, you can start to copy me.” you say softly.

“Okay.” Mikasa responds almost breathlessly, watching as you continue to strip until you’re left in only your underwear.

You had to admit, there was something strangely erotic about the situation you found yourself in right now. Thinking about your frustratingly attractive best friend watching you as you got yourself off was more hot than you’d thought it would be.

“I always get myself comfortable. I don’t like being fully dressed when I masturbate if I can avoid it… it gets too hot. It’s also just easier to tease and work yourself up if you have easier access to your own body,” You explain. You lean against Mikasa’s headboard clad in only your bra and panties and slowly begin to trail your fingertips over your breasts and stomach.

“This would probably be around the time I get some reading material or porn out if I’m feeling frustrated. But I don’t really need it right now,” you’ve started to ramble as you realize just how quiet and focused Mikasa had become. Her gaze was locked on to your hands, watching with an unreadable expression as you traced the cups of your bra and underwire. You clear your throat and continue, “I’m not the most sensitive around my tits unless I’m about to get my period. So right now, for instance, they’re a lot more tender than usual.”

You take a deep breath before finally pulling the cups of your bra down, exposing your chest to your best friend and to the cool bedroom. Your fingertips instinctually travel to your nipples and begin to play around with them, rolling them between your thumb and forefingers and giving them an occasional tug. “I kinda skip this bit when I’m super sexually frustrated but for the sake of… what would you even call this? A demonstration?” You giggle nervously for the sake of it, Mikasa half-heartedly joining in. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in a way that almost seemed painful. “You okay, Mik?”

Dark brown, almost black eyes snap back up to meet yours. Her cheeks flush pink as if she just realized that she had been caught staring. “Oh… yeah, yeah I’m good.”

You nod slowly. Without even really thinking about it, you reach around your back and unclip the restrictive garment, sighing in relief as it loosens and falls to the top of the bed. “God, I hate those things.”

Your fingers find their way to your mouth as you subconsciously wet them and bring them back to your hardened nipples, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling.

“Now is usually about when I get myself more… wet, I guess? Jeez, it’s so weird saying this all out loud,” you comment quietly. “I love lightly stroking my inner thighs. They’re super sensitive and usually get me going the quickest.”

You shift a bit more in an attempt to get yourself comfy. Then you realize that you literally have to spread your legs in front of your best friend, who you realize, again, has fallen uncharacteristically silent for the nth time that evening. But the familiar warmth in your lower tummy and the thrumming in your veins prevents you from thinking too much of it, rather encouraging you to get on with the demonstration.

You were so consumed with the details that you hadn’t even realized that your attempts to get yourself horny had worked just as well as usual, if not more so.

Without any further hesitation, you spread your legs, essentially presenting your absolutely sopping pussy to your best friend. You follow through with your own instructions, carefully tracing your inner thighs with your fingers and gradually getting closer and closer to your core.

“At this point,” you breathe out. “I may start teasing myself over my underwear.” Your fingers dance over your panty-clad clit and you sigh, your hips pushing forward into your hand. You can feel the way your body reacts to even the slightest touches, your chest heaving and breath quickening, and you forget to say any sort of bullshit before you strip off your panties completely.

Your fingers find your opening almost out of instinct and you’re startled by how slick you’ve become; you were positively gushing, your arousal covering every inch of your folds and dripping down your labia. “I always start with clit stimulation,” you say quickly, fingers finding the bud with practiced ease and beginning to rub slow, steady circles around it. You hum contentedly. “If I’m too lazy to use my fingers or just wanna blow off some steam, I’ll just use my vibrator. But my fingers almost always give me the best orgasm.”

You pick up the pace, rubbing diligent circles around your clit and melting into the bed beneath you. The pleasure is so intense that you lose yourself in it, wholly forgetting that your best friend is there.

But Mikasa?

She is far too invested in the sight in front of her.

Mikasa has always found you stunning. The first time you guys met was when she first asked her mother if she could marry a girl one day if she wanted to. And while she never actively pursued anything past friendship with you, she still loved you dearly. Her attraction to you was just simply never enough to get in the way of your relationship.

But now? Watching you, in your birthday suit, getting lost in your own pleasure and body with little care or hesitation? She’s not sure she can justify putting that attraction on the back burner any longer. The way your back arches off her lush comforter, the way your hips buck every so often when you hit your clit ever so perfectly, the way your nose and eyes scrunch as you let bliss overtake your senses… Mikasa can’t honestly say she has ever seen anything more beautiful.

The little whimpers and sighs that fall from your bitten lips are music to her ears, a song she wants to listen to on repeat until the end of time. When you open your eyes once more to look at her and say, “eventually… eventually I’ll slip a finger or two in”, Mikasa nearly ascends.

The lips and folds of your pussy are absolutely soaked, puffy and swollen from arousal and stimulation. They were drenched in your juices and glistening like gems. When your middle finger finally slips into your waiting hole, Mikasa can’t help the moan that leaves her lips and mixes in with your own, a perfect harmony.

Whether you hear it or not is irrelevant, especially when masturbating has almost never felt this intense. Mikasa watching you has had a much stronger affect than you could have ever anticipated. Thinking about how she looks at you, imagining that your hand was her own has you squirming, your walls clenching and contracting with every new image your mind conjures up.

Suddenly, you’re broken out of your own daydreams by the sound of a zipper being undone. Your eyes snap open in time to see Mikasa shakily pulling off her jeans. The blush that had stubbornly remained dusted on her nose and cheeks had spread down to her chest, which was now flushed a bashful pink. Her tits - ones you’ve always envied for their sheer perfection - were hardly contained by the pathetic excuse of a shirt she wore, nipples hard and poking through the thin cotton. You’re about to beg her to take it off when she shucks it off with the same urgency her jeans came off with.

“Gonna join me?” You smile softly, slowing your fingers but not ever stopping. Mikasa looks at you, pupils blown wide and chest heaving.

“I… I can’t just watch. Feels like torture,” she answers quickly. You suck in a breath as she situates herself opposite of you, spreading her legs in similar fashion as you and never breaking eye contact. It takes herculean effort to not ogle at her chest, but you know that if you even snuck a peak, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from sucking one of her tits into your mouth. Instead, your gaze drops to her pussy, which looks almost as, if not more, wet than your own. Her pastel pink panties were nearly sheer from her arousal. “I don’t think I need to do any of the teasing,” she says bluntly. You nod your head eagerly in agreement.

You dip two fingers into your hole at that point and can’t hold back the moan that leaves you. The stretch was delightful, the curl of your fingertips even more so.

Mikasa’s patience snaps. Her panties are off in a flash and her hand snakes down to her core. She’s pleasantly shocked by how wet she’d gotten, but she hardly has enough time to register the satisfaction before she hears…

“Mikasa…” you sigh.

Your best friend whines in desperation after hearing the way you moaned her name, starting her first attempt to mimic the motions you showed her earlier. Her middle and ring finger trace clumsy but eager circles around her clit… or at least the general vicinity of it. You watch in fascination as the ebony-haired girl takes her bottom lip between her teeth in concentration and quickens the pace of her fingers.

“Whoa, okay. Slow down a bit, Mik, it’s not a race,” you chuckle lightly, your own motions slowing down to prevent yourself from cumming too quick. “Slowly, gently… Okay?”

Mikasa hums in affirmation, slowing her circles just a bit. You watch as her slender fingers play with her simply stunning pussy with both a sense of teacher-like criticism and lust-induced arousal.

“Your clit’s gonna be a little higher than that. Right about,” you draw out the vowels, reaching to grab her wrist with your clean hand and directing it a bit higher. “here.”

At that moment you both look up, realizing how startlingly close you were. Though she was leaning back on her one free hand, you were practically hovering over her; your faces were mere inches apart, so close that you could feel the light puffs of her exhales on your burning face. Mikasa’s eyes dart between your own before falling to your lips. Your tongue subconsciously darts out to wet them.

The girl across from you groans, hanging her head. “You… you’re gonna need to stop doing that,” she sighs. Her head drops to avoid eye contact, out of embarrassment or frustration you don’t know. You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head and trying to regain eye contact with her.

Your words die in your throat. The gaze you’re locked in with your best friend is way more than just intense. You can’t seem to look away, not that you’d really want to in the first place. Mikasa looks desperate in a way you’ve never seen before, pupils blown out completely and breath coming out in short pants.

You can’t resist dragging your eyes over her figure this time; her whole body was covered in a light layer of sweat and glimmered under the purple LED lights in her room. The hand you had a hold on was trembling slightly and you moved to grab on to it reassuringly. It’s quiet enough in her room that you can still hear the sound of her gulping over the low music you had switched on earlier. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of her, letting your gaze move back up to her eyes. “Mik…” you call out softly.

The nickname seems to be her breaking point. Without any apparent hesitation, Mikasa sits up and presses her lips to yours, locking them in a gentle yet searing kiss. You can’t help but make a small noise of surprise in the back of your throat, but as her previously busy hand slowly travels up your arm to cup the back of your neck, you find yourself melting into her body.

Her lips are some of the softest, if not the softest, you’ve ever felt in your whole life. As she began to move her mouth against yours it took everything in you to not audibly curse yourself out for holding back for so long. You let your body react the way you’ve always wanted it to, your arm snaking around Mikasa’s waist and pulling her body flush against your own. She gasps into your mouth but you silence it almost immediately with your tongue, trying to memorize the feeling and taste of hers. She clings to your shoulders as you lean back, propping herself up on your lap with your chests pressing against one another’s.

Every inch of skin that makes contact with Mikasa’s feels as if it’s aflame, each matching heartbeat sending blood rushing to your head and heat spreading down to your pussy. Your hands are insatiable, never lingering in one place for too long and desperately trying to feel every dip and curve of your best friend’s figure. They eventually settle in her unusually wild ebony hair, tangling up in the soft strands and gently maneuvering her so you had access to her neck.

You find yourself pressing frantic, open-mouthed kisses along her jugular, nipping and sucking more and more as you make your way closer to her chest. Her sweet moans and little whimpers spur you on, motivating you to wordlessly worship every bit of her body.

“Mikasa,” you breathe, pulling away for a moment. You heard her whine quietly and see her try to chase your lips with her own, but your tightened grip in her hair stops her. “Baby… please let me help you make you feel good.”

The girl in your arms freezes for a second, processing your words. Maybe it’s because even after making out with you for a few blissful moments she still isn’t sure how she found herself in this situation, or perhaps she was still nervous about her past experiences getting in her way of having a good time. But after a moment of thinking about it, however, she nods eagerly. “Please,” she finds herself whispering against your lips, feeling the wetness between her legs grow exponentially just thinking about what you wanted to do to her.

You grin and kiss her again, this time long and slow… it’s sensual, the way your lips slide against one another’s, the way her fingertips lightly trace the curve of your chest and stomach. Your hands find their home on Mikasa’s hips and you gently guide her off of your lap.

Long, lean legs fall open for you almost as soon as Mikasa finds herself on her bed again. You vaguely register her getting herself situated, leaning back on her elbows and readjusting her hips, and instead find yourself (once again) being absolutely entranced by her pussy.

“What do you want, Mik?” you ask quietly, shifting your gaze up to her own as you lowered yourself to your stomach. Your face was only mere inches away from Mikasa’s dripping hole and it took some of the most intense self control of your life to stop yourself from diving straight in. You could hear Mikasa’s breath hitch as you let your hands rest on the insides of her thighs, your fingers kneading at her soft skin.

“You already know.” she says shakily, gripping on to her bedsheets in anticipation as your touch moved closer and closer to where she wanted you most.

“I need to hear you say it.”

Mikasa feels trapped in your stare, like your eyes were boring into her soul. But, strangely, she didn’t feel nervous or scared. Instead, all she felt was intense longing and lust, want that scratched at her heart and throat and threatened to come spilling out the more you worked her up. She takes a deep, shuddering breath before finally admitting, “I- I want you to make me cum.”

From between her legs, you smile up at her fondly, feeling both proud of her courage and endeared by her desire.

Wordlessly, you lower your face down to her cunt, and without breaking eye contact you take your first confident lick.

Both of you groan in unison, Mikasa in response to the most intense and pleasurable sensation she’s ever felt and you in response to how damn good she tasted. You can’t seem to stop yourself anymore now that you’ve finally gotten a taste of her, eagerly beginning to lick her out.

Mikasa is in heaven right now. She’s convinced that you’re an absolute goddess, a gift from above sent to her for… well, she can’t even begin to imagine what she had to have done to deserve you as she watches your eyes unfocus, losing yourself in her pussy. She feels like she can barely breathe while you have your mouth on her, the tip of your tongue prodding at her entrance and flicking at her clit. When you wrap your perfect lips around the bud and give it the first little suck, she has to bite down on her tongue to prevent too embarrassing a sound from coming out.

You’re not the tidiest person to begin with, but you eat Mikasa out like a starved woman, your spit and her slick absolutely soaking the bottom half of your face. You can’t help yourself. Not when Mikasa makes the prettiest noises and pulls on your hair the way she does.

“F-fuck, baby,” she swears under her breath. You hum in response, looking up at her with wide, doe eyes, at which she promptly curses again. It’s a difficult task, pulling yourself away from her, but you manage. Mikasa whines but you shush her softly, your hand moving from her thigh to her folds to keep her stimulated.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” You ask gently, fingertips rubbing slow, tight circles on her clit.

Mikasa looks positively wrecked. But she attempts a weak smile. “You’re too good at this,” she replies. You chuckle, letting your middle finger slide down her folds and push into her hole. Your best friend sighs, letting her head tip back.

“Well, it’s not hard when the company’s good,” you say. She laughs a bit at that but it’s cut off by a strangled moan when you finally let yourself play with her tits. You decide that this is your new favorite spot: two fingers in your best friend’s cunt with your lips wrapped around her nipples.

Your fingers feel around and curl to find the spot that you know will make Mikasa see stars. You know you’ve found it when she cries out, hips jumping off the bed and back arching. The grin that spreads on your face is uncontainable.

“There we go,” you sigh, quickening the pace of your fingers and making sure you hit that same spot over and over again.

Mikasa isn’t sure she’s ever made this much noise with a partner but she can’t bring herself to care in that moment. She can’t seem to control her body anymore either, her hips seemingly working as if they had a mind of their own. The sounds of your fingers sliding in and out of her pussy are downright lewd, and the rhythmic squelching mixed with her moans is pornographic is every sense of the word.

When you trail kisses down her navel and back onto her cunt, Mikasa’s world explodes. Your fingertips are hitting the same delicious spot over and over again and your lips are busy with her clit, tongue sweeping harsh and deliberate licks on it in time with your fingers. An unfamiliar feeling fills her lower stomach, a warmth that travels down her legs and up her torso. It’s like a rubber band growing more and more taut, seconds away from snapping. And with one particular hand movement, it breaks.

Mikasa bites her lip so hard it bleeds as she cums more violently than you’ve ever seen before, her whole body shuddering like… well, like it was finally releasing two decades of built up tension. You’re deliberate in your movements, riding out the most intense orgasm you’ve ever seen as you savor the taste of her release and gently remove your fingers.

You look up and almost panic when you see Mikasa limp on the bed before you, but you’re reassured by her quiet, indiscernible murmuring. When you finally realize what had happened, you can’t stop yourself from laughing a little bit.

She passed out.

Oh, you are never gonna let her live this down.

Somehow, Mikasa finds herself laying in her bed with you laid out right beside her. She frowns; both of you are still as naked as the day you were born, but you had the courtesy to throw one of Mikasa’s homemade quilts over your bodies to conserve a bit of her remaining dignity.

“Wait… What just-”

“Think you might’ve blacked out for a second,” you giggle. Mikasa gapes at you and you can’t help but laugh harder. Your amusement seems to bring her back to the present though and she slaps your arm with a scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so now you wanna act all tough, huh?” you tease, nudging her with your elbow.

“Fuck off, I don’t have to tell you that was great.” she says. You smile at her, hand reaching over to push some of her hair out of her face. Your grin only grows when she lets her head lean into your palm.

“You certainly don’t.”

“You are insufferable.”

“You love me.”

“You’re right, I do.”

Now, that seems to catch you both off guard. Mikasa flushes bright red and avoids your eyes as you stare at her.

“What?”

“I- yeah, I mean. I thought that much was obvious?” It doesn’t seem to be a question but it comes out like one. Mikasa still won’t meet your gaze.

“Mikasa, if it were as obvious as you think it was I don’t think it would’ve taken nearly this long for anything to happen between us.”

Mikasa’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re probably right.”

“I know I am. Looks like both of us are just a little hopeless when it comes to some of this stuff.”

You both snort at the vast understatement.

A beat of silence passes before you add. “I love you, too.”

When you turn to look at the girl beside you, you find that she had already been staring at you, looking very deep in thought. Your face burns at the intensity of her stare and you clear your throat. Mikasa’s gaze refocuses instantly and she blushes, knowing she absolutely got caught.

“What, something on my face?”

“No, I guess I just wasn’t expecting…”

“Expecting me to say it back?“

Mikasa nods solemnly. Your heart swells, a cocktail of different emotions swirling around your chest like a hurricane. But somehow, it doesn’t feel overwhelming or bad. It just sits there, stalling.

“I think I only just figured it out for myself, to be honest,” you admit. “‘Cause I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship over a crush. But I guess it’s more than that. And I think it’s always been more than that… I’ve just been…”

“Scared?” Mikasa finished.

Now it’s your turn to nod. “I don’t regret it though. Any of this,” you say firmly. “In fact, I think this may be one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

Mikasa smiles, a beautiful, real grin that lights up her equally stunning face.

“We can definitely agree on that.”

Silence again. Relieved, comfortable silence. It’s rather comforting.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Mikasa sighs, meeting your stare again. You blush, opening your mouth to respond before she continues, “And… I was thinking…”

“By all means, keep doing that. If this is anything like the last time I’m sure I’ll like whatever you’re coming up with,” you joke, playing with the hand that wasn’t currently pillowing Mikasa’s face. Her skin is pretty tough, calloused and strong from years of lifting and working out. But somehow her hands still seemed delicate, almost doll-like. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by them, interlacing your fingers together in wonder.

Mikasa’s heart stutters at the tender gesture but she’s not deterred by it anymore. “I’d really like to return the favor, if you’re up for it.”

Almost immediately your movements stop. You think your heart stopped as well, for a moment or two. When you finally stop short-circuiting and turn your face to stare at Mikasa in shock, you sputter, “W-wait, return the favor? Like, right now?”

She laughs. “I’m getting deja vu,” Mikasa muses to herself. She sits up, leaning over you and caging your body in her arms. “It’s only fair, dontcha think?”

You feel your whole body burn, desire pushing its way through to the front of your awareness. “I mean… I’m not gonna stop you, but are you sure you want to?” Mikasa chooses that moment to dip her head and nuzzle your cheek, nosing her way to your neck to press soft kisses down your throat.

“I’m sure,” you gasp when you feel her teeth nip the sensitive skin around your collarbone and her lips suck a hickey on to it. “I’m a fast learner but I always pick things up better when I try them hands-on.”

A curious tweak of your nipples makes you moan, back arching into Mikasa’s playful touches. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” you ask breathlessly, watching the ebony-haired woman play with your tits with a fascinated looked on her face.

Mikasa lets out a low, dare-you-say sexy chuckle that makes you want to press your legs together. “Still here, love, don’t worry.” Her right hand slides up from your chest to your jaw, pulling you into a deep, sensual kiss. The action has her thigh bump into your cunt, the tiny bit of contact against your aching clit making you gasp and moan into her mouth. You feel her grin into your mouth before trailing hot kisses along your jaw, her left hand going to cup your pussy. Your hips push into her palm on their own accord, chasing the feeling of her touch on your most sensitive spots. Mikasa leans into you, lips brushing against your ear. “I want you to tell me how you like it, okay?”

Your eyes widen at her words, feeling more turned on than you had ever felt in your entire life. Nodding, you arch your body into your best friend’s. “Please, Mik,” you whimper.

Wordlessly, the ebony-haired beauty begins trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck to your chest, sucking little marks as she went. When she finally reached your tits, she glances up at you with a devious little gleam in her eyes before sucking a hard nipple into her mouth. You gasp, hand reaching up to card your fingers through Mikasa’s hair as the woman toys with your breast. Her tongue traces slow, deft circles around it before lightly sucking, her right hand going to play with your other breast.

You twitch in surprise as you feel Mikasa’s left hand beginning to wander, deft fingers curiously gathering your wetness and spreading it around your folds. The action is welcomed, though, as you find yourself utterly melting into her embrace. She giggles against your warm skin and you gasp at the vibrations it creates against your nipple.

“You’re so cute,” she coos, pulling away from your chest to look at you affectionately. She moves on to lavish your other breast with the same thoroughness as the first one and you keen, fingers tightening around her dark strands. You knew you shouldn’t ever underestimate Mikasa, no matter what, but you still found yourself floored at the total 180 she took from being a blushing, scared virgin to this self-assured, dare-you-say erotic woman in front of you in a mere hour. Your best friend was smart beyond words, and her ability to pick up new skills and execute them flawlessly the first time will never cease to amaze you.

Your train of thought is abruptly cut off when Mikasa begins pressing increasingly fast, sloppy kisses from your chest, down your stomach and finally to your inner thighs. A surprise nip to the sensitive skin there causes you to yelp and then giggle, equally aroused and endeared by this new side to the beautiful girl laid out in front of you.

Mikasa was having the time of her life teasing you. She basked in your little sounds, the little gasps and whimpers that escaped you as she marked up your pretty thighs music to her ears. And when she snuck a peak up at your face, watching how your brows furrowed and chest heaved in anticipation, she could feel her stomach clench with the need to please you the way you were able to please her.

As she brought her gaze back down to your center, Mikasa had to bite back a groan. Your pussy was practically begging to be touched with the way it was leaking, the wetness soaking even the delicate skin surrounding your swollen folds. She almost felt bad that you had gotten so close to a release only to stop and help her, but she was determined to fix that for you.

A gasp tore out of your throat when Mikasa finally placed a soft kiss to your clit. After your own attempts to get off and then experiencing something as sexy as watching your best friend come undone for the first time, to say that you were desperate was a bit of an understatement. You spread your legs wider in encouragement, resisting the urge to grab her by the hair and push her closer to you.

When Mikasa’s tongue darted out and took it’s first little lick to your clit, you had to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Mikasa, meanwhile, groaned at your taste and latched her lips around the nub. Her hands gently kneaded at your thighs, keeping you spread for her.

It would be safe to say that you were losing your mind, at least a bit. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought that the beautiful girl lapping at your folds was a literal pro at eating pussy, her tongue and lips bold in their movements and somehow managing to bring you right to the edge in less that a minute.

“Shit, Mik, you’re a fucking natural,” you sighed, breath hitching when the raven-haired beauty let the tip of her tongue prod at your entrance. She looked up at you through dark, full eyelashes, already dark eyes nearly black with desire.

“I had a good teacher,” she breathed out, a devious smirk playing on her glistening lips as she dove back in with somehow even more enthusiasm than she had originally.

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing the top of Mikasa’s head when she wiggled her tongue into your leaking hole, experimenting with different movements and speeds to see what you reacted to.

Truthfully?

You didn’t care what she did. It all felt amazing. The pleasure coursing through your veins was white-hot and suffocating, leaving your brain blissfully empty, aside from the lingering thought of your talented and gorgeous best friend.

She was working magic on you. It was fucking insane to you that she was working you up this well and it was the first time she had ever done it. Though, you supposed it shouldn’t have been too shocking; Mikasa was naturally gifted in basically everything she did. Eating pussy was no exception.

Her lips and tongue were exceptionally soft yet firm, tracing unrecognizable shapes and patterns on and around your clit, alternating between playing with the sensitive bud and sucking at your entrance.

It was like she was everywhere, and in an essence, she was. Her mouth was occupied, but her hands were adventurous and worshipping, running up and down your legs and torso with something akin to reverence. You couldn’t take your eyes off of hers, not that you wanted to to begin with. The adoration and love in her eyes filled you with indescribable warmth, which when paired with some of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life, catapulted you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had in minutes.

You came with a cry, thighs threatening to trap Mikasa’s head between them as your body shook from the intensity of it all. She worked you through it, keeping your legs wide open and eagerly lapping up everything that you gave her.

When you finally came down from your high, you felt your arms go limp, hand leaving Mikasa’s head and dropping to your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Mikasa sat up, licking her lips before wiping the excess away with the back of her hand. She gazed down at you lovingly and crawled over you, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

“Good?” she whispered questioningly as she pulled away, resting her forehead on yours.

You laughed in disbelief. “Good? Mik, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. If that was your first time, I’m almost scared to see what you’ll be like with practice.”

Mikasa laughed, loud and boisterous, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself, wrapping her lithe body in your arms and pulling her in closer.

“Well, only one way to find out,” she murmured in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’ve unleashed a monster,” you breathed out in mock-horror.

Both of you erupted in giggles, holding on to one another tightly.

“Thank you,” Mikasa said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I feel like I should be thanking you, love,” you responded, brushing her bangs out of her face. She smiled softly, kissing your palm.

“I think we both got pretty lucky.”

a/n: long time no see, lovelies! hope you enjoyed this :,,) i’ve been working on it for a long, LONG time because my writer’s block has been awful. i’m praying that it was worth the wait. if there are any mistakes or errors, just comment and i’ll try to fix them! <3

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duckapus · 6 months

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WarioWare(and Waluigi because It's My House) Headcanons

Because I can't stop making it That Deep.

Yoshi's Island DS is canon, specifically the bit of the ending where Baby Wario never actually gets delivered to his parents because he was more interested in stealing Baby Bowser's treasure. Due to that, he grew up in an orphanage after somebody found him on his raft full of gold.

Never actually got adopted because people can be shits and didn't want the weird-looking greedy superpowered fat kid who ate garlic like it was candy, but he's not particularly fussed about it. As far as he's concerned he had a great childhood.

That said it did result in him knowing a lot of other orphans who were significantly and understandably less content with their situations, which is why he's seemingly so drawn to kids with complicated home lives.

He's known Jimmy, 5-Volt and Waluigi (Walter at the time, he picked up "Waluigi" later in life) since they were kids. He met Jimmy their very first day of Kindergarten and never looked back, met Walter in third grade by protecting him from some bullies, and that same summer hired 5-Volt to help him and the guys with their lemonade stand, because He Has Always Been Like This.

Walter had an older sister named Gloria who was just as into science as their dad, and who often ended up supervising/getting dragged into him and his friends' antics

No idea who their mom might've been. Honestly given what Crygor's like he could have made them in his lab a 'la the Membrane family and I wouldn't be surprised.

Waluigi's actually just as ridiculously super-smart as the rest of his family, he just isn't interested in science at all. This, along with several other issues, drove a wedge between him and Crygor early on that slowly got worse as he grew up. He actually moved out and cut off most forms of communication as soon as he graduated high school because they could barely handle being in the same room without arguing by that point.

They didn't talk to each-other at all for a few years after that, until the horrible day they both got calls informing them Gloria and her husband had been in a car accident.

Baby Penny ended up staying with Crygor partly due to Walter's living situation not being entirely stable at the time, and they decided to at least try to relearn how to be around each-other so they could both be part of Penny's life (and because the whole thing had been a wake-up call for Crygor to how badly he'd messed up with Walter and he wanted at least some form of relationship with the kid he still had left)

Also, the Waluigi name and slightly exaggerated personality were mostly a Bit he did for shits and giggles at the first Mushroom Kingdom Tennis Tournament, but he ended up liking the nickname and the audience ate up the act, so he kept going with it afterwards. Crygor and Jimmy's parents are the only ones who still call him Walter in casual conversations anymore, which he doesn't mind since he still likes his real name even if he usually prefers Waluigi.

5-Volt's been dealing with her inexplicable demonic powers her whole life. Her parents have always been really worried about it and convinced it's some kind of horrible curse, meanwhile there's little 5-Volt happy as a clam because she's always got a Player Two.

The shadow thing is...sort-of her spirit but also sort-of its own entity? It's weird and she has trouble explaining it because this is just how it's always been for her.

Also, she does have some anger issues and violent tendencies that are made worse by the whole demonic transformation thing, but being friends with Wario for most of your life gives you a lot of practice at self-restraint

As she got older, she became more aware of how her parents felt about her abilities, their attempts to "cure" her of them, and how they seemed to grow more and more convinced that they were a danger to her and those around her.

This came to a head when they found out she was pregnant with 9-Volt and didn't react well, at which point she decided she was sick of them treating her like both an invalid and a monster and cut them out of her life.

Wario, the Crygors and the Thangs were actually there with her and her husband(who I need to come up with at some point) when 9-Volt was born, which I feel has to have been one of the wildest ways for Wario to meet one of his future employees.

No notes on Jimmy's childhood. We have met his parents and they're freaking awesome.

Since he obviously doesn't remember the events of Yoshi's Island DS since he was a literal baby at the time, the first time Wario met Mario actually was Super Mario Land 2, though he's obviously heard of the guy beforehand. After that and a few other encounters he ended up invited to a Kart racing tournament and that was that.

The first time he met Ashley and Red was during an adventure in his "living in a castle in the woods" era. They were going after the same cursed artifact (Ashley to keep it out of the wrong hands and Wario because in his words "Cursed treasure's the best kind! nothing like a little danger to get the blood pumping"). They probably would've ended that adventure as rivals or even enemies, but the artifact turned out to be a "sentient and wants to kill you with lasers" kind of cursed and Wario took a nasty hit for her and smashed the thing.

At some point he decided that living alone in a huge castle full of treasure with only a pet chicken for company sucked, actually, and packed up to move back to his old hometown, Diamond City.

That's actually how he met Dribble and Spitz. He'd taken a Warp Pipe to the city instead of his car or bike when he was looking at houses for sale because he'd forgotten how big the place was, so after spending half the day pounding pavement with no luck he hailed a cab and got theirs. He wasn't having any more luck than before thanks to his high standards(because his previous house was a freaking castle, sue him) and comically small budget (Wario is Wario, after all), but the company was good and there was far less walking so he was far less miserable than before.

He did end up picking a house that day...because the cab broke down in front of a miserable little abandoned shack on a hill at the edge of town and he basically went "Fuck it! I guess I live here now!"

Mona knew about Wario and was his biggest fan before she met him, seeing as even back than he was sort of a celebrity, but they didn't actually meet until a few weeks after he moved into town, when he and Orbulon, both disheveled and covered in soot and scorch marks from a first encounter they have never and will never elaborate on, walked into the Gelateria and placed the two worst ice-cream orders known to man, which I will not actually come up with for the sake of our stomachs. She was the only one in the room not horrified or even phased by these proceedings, and the three have been friends ever since.

He met Kat and Ana through 9-Volt, who became friends with them during recess their first day of school.

Most of the crew that he met after Mega Microgame$ were just introduced to him through his other friends(or we've outright seen it happen like with Lulu), but Young Cricket and Master Mantis he actually met while helping Mario with one of his own off-screen adventures.

Wario's actually pretty rich thanks to his treasure hunting, his fame, and the fact that he literally owns a Gold Mine and a Ski Resort! All the references to him allegedly being broke all the time are mostly just part of the skits for the games, like the ones for everyone else's levels. That said, his house really is as messed up as it looks, but that's just because he's stingy and a slob.

18-Volt really is the same age as 9-Volt. His unusual size is partially because he's originally from New Donk City.

Wario does, in fact, still have his pet chicken. I have not thought of a name for her

(Edit: I have been informed by @plushietoon that the chicken is canonically named Hen. Which is adorable and hilariously on-brand for Wario)

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mechaknight-98 · 5 months

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Gathering: Birds of Paradise

After the wildly successful "Fearless Kkura" episode that he and Dexter had been a part of: Connor and Dexter began getting calls from other companies to help with work with idols. While sifting through these various emails Connor gets a call from Jennifer Huh?

"Yo Jenny what's up," Connor asks excitedly.

"Hey so don't be mad but I kinda RSVPed you and me for a gala in Florida," Jennifer said

"Why? you know I hate those," Connor replied

"Well, Chaewon and Kkura had schedules around that time. Kazuha's back in Japan with her family, and Eunchae is too young." Jen explained.

"Okay, that's reasonable…Before I say yes can I ask what's the Gala for?"

"Oh…um it's a Tricell Charity Gala for those who have been victims of all of the bio-terrorist attacks over the years. I got invited because My family had survived one in New Jersey a while back only because of the recovery aid from Tricell." Jen explained

Connor sighed trying to hide his emotions, but Jen being Jen sensed his discomfort like… Um… what would be a good analogy for this…Oh, I got it; Jen could sense his discomfort like a Shark with blood in the water.

"Ah whae. I know that sigh. that is a Don't have me do this sigh," Jen said to her friend.

"I don't know Jen that sounds incredibly dangerous," Connor replied

"What aren't you telling me?" Jen asked Connor. Connor remained silent.

"Ah heck, I'll go," Connor replies against his better Judgement.

Connor arrives a day early so he can meet Yunjin. He is surprised to see no crowd waiting for her as she approaches His rental. She hugs him

“Hey, Connor. How’s it going?” She says cheerfully then she notices his rental truck and laughs. “wow You must like that truck?” she teased

Connor gives a slight nod, smiles, and says, “Pretty good, and yes I do. Also are you hungry?” Yunjin nods. She gets in the rental and they both drive to a small cafe.

On the way, Connor speaks to Jen.

"Okay, so Jen while we are out here. I do need to meet with my sister and mom." Connor started. The previous day he had visited his brother.

"Oh, I will go with you," Jen replied

"That's not what I was asking," Connor said

"Oh well too bad I am coming with you," Jen said happily. Connor groaned, to which Jennifer replied, "Well how else would I get to know who made such a distinguished and handsome gentleman? Connor relents as they pull into a small Cuban Cafe that was a few miles from both the hotel and the airport. the two sit in the cafe and order their food, while eating Yunjin asks, “So why the beef with Tricell?”

Connor stiffens, hesitates, and concludes that telling her the truth will be the easiest thing. Taking a page out of Dex's book he begins to overshare, "Well I lost both my parents to the T virus outbreak in 98 which was led by the previous head of Tricell Albert Wesker. who's second Son Alexander also caused me to lose my adopted older brother. So I have beef with Umbrella, Tricell, and him, but hey they're trying to change right? if not I can always beat him to a pulp again."

"So you and Dexter both have a history with the Wekser family?"

"Wait how do you know about that? He's never told me anything about that!" Connor exclaimed.

"Well I don't but Kkura told me that Eunbi explained that after Eunbi and Dexter's second date

"Wait Eunbi Kwon and Dex?"

"Yeah, Kkura introduced them after the third episode of "Fearless Kkura" you two worked on together."

"Oh, that's why she had him and Eunbi stay after, and why he's been hopping back and forth to Korea."

"Well that and she also really likes his directing, but yeah they're super cute together," Jennifer said. "Which reminds me. Are you still romancing Giselle…I mean Aeri?"

"No. She doesn't like guys like Kkura."

"Oh really."

"Let me rephrase I don't think she likes me like that."

"Oh okay, that makes more sense. Maybe she can sense that you mine?"

"Shut up Jen," Connor replies

"Ah, whae? I mean don't you like me?" Jen asks with a legit look of disappointment, but Connor reassures her that it's not her it's him.

"Yeah, but come on you're Incredible Ms. Starlet baddie Yunjin Jennifer Huh. I am just normal ole Connor Sun-Won Young." Connor replies

"Wait is Sun-Won your middle name?" Jen asks

"Not the point, but No my middle name is Connor after my Grandpa, but it's easier to say the Sun-won for most people." Connor elaborates

"That's it I am calling you Sonny now." Jen teases

"Oh, brother." Connor groans

"But yeah Dex when he was in College had a run-in with a Wesker who had an outbreak at his school. the school was destroyed and he had to leave." Jen explained.

Connor nodded surprised to be hearing this, and said, "I wish he would have told me that."

Seeing the genuine hurt on Connor's face; Jen looks at Connor slack-jawed. After a few moments she grabs his hand “Connor I am so sorry to hear that.” She says genuinely. “I thought it was that they were just because of your hatred of Mega corporations but this was extremely personal, Why did you agree?” Connor shrugs and tries to figure out why, but he can't form any other response. Yunjin’s shocked face eases and she responds, “Well Thank you for coming with me.” Connor nods. After finishing breakfast He takes Yunjin to her hotel and helps her with her bags. After they finish she looks at Connor confused. “Hey, where are you going?”

“to visit my mom then to my hotel room,” Connor says hesitantly.

“uh, why,” Yunjin says as she corners him.

“Your manager made it clear that while you are here you are to be “untouched” was the word,” Connor responds.

Yunjin laughs “Um how about no.” She says as she grabs him by his necklace. She tilts her head as she grabs it. “Oh, this is nice. It looks good on you. Is it new?” she asks

“No, I just got it back though.” Connor answers.

“Well, it looks good on you. Silver suits you” Yunjin says as she pulls Connor onto the bed.

As you two stare into the roof of the room an awkward silence falls.

“So what happened when you asked Aeri out yet?” Jen asks.

Connor turns over to her and responds “She laughed while she said she sees me as an older brother.”

Jen stifled a chuckle before saying “You an older brother? Oh, I’m so sorry come hug noona to make it all better.” Connor accepts her hug but scowls at her saying noona

“Noona, where did that come from I’m older than you?” Connor responds to Jen

She looks at him and squints, “No you’re not?”Connor groans, takes out his ID, and shows her his birthday. Yunjin smirked “Huh” she grunted “I guess you are my oppa then. Sorry, Oppa. That explains why Aeri was calling you that now. I thought she liked you that's why.” Jennifer explains

“It’s no big deal.“ Connor responds

“I just thought cause you such a teddy bear that you were younger than Chae and I.” Jen rebutted

“Nope. I’m a year older than Kkura. to be exact six months but I digress” Connor says matter of fact.

Connor gets up and begins the process of heading to his mom's spot. Jennifer is all smiles as she also gets up with him. They get in his car and drive to Miami where his mother stays. when arriving Connor begins to get cold feet. his hands start shaking. Jennifer notices this and smiles reassuringly at him and the two get out of the car. Connor approaches his mom's door and knocks. The house remains quiet until it opens.

"Oh Baruuk how good to see you." Connor's sister: Valkyr says to him. Connor smiles weakly.

"Is Mom home?" he asks.

"Yeah, but are you sure you want to talk to her?"

"Yeah, I have some stuff I'd like to tell her."

"Okay, but wait who's this pretty young lady behind you?"

"Oh Hi I'm Jen his girlfriend," Jennifer says.

Connor shoots a look at Jen who just smiles at him. Valkyr sees their little interaction and laughs, "Well Ms. Jen can I talk to you while My little Ruuk goes to our mom?" Valkyr asks, and Jen nods. This gives Connor the freedom to go back to his mom who was in the backyard.

Mrs. LesProux Knew since his landing that Connor was going to arrive. Call it mother's intuition. what she didn't know was what he would be here for.

"Hey Mom," Connor says to his mother upon entering the backyard. His mother a tall statuesque Amazonian woman stood in the backyard facing the morning light.

"Hello, Little cub. I am surprised to see you," she says coldly.

"I didn't expect to be back, but here I am…You know I have done some thinking, and I finally have an answer for you."

"Oh, really, and what is that? Do you still hate me for stealing you from your birth parents? Do you still want revenge?" Mrs. LesProux questions

"No, I said those in anger and resentment that I couldn't have a normal life, but that was never your fault," Connor says apologetically

Mrs. LesProux turns to her adopted son. She sees his remorse and gets closer to him, "Wait, so you're not angry anymore?" she asks skeptically.

"No…I can't be really, but in this time separated from this life I realized I am not built for war." Connor says

"Oh, then what are you built for?" Mrs. LesProux asks intrigued

"Diplomacy and art, but I appreciate what you did for me because as you've said numerous times. Fate had other plans." Connor answers

Mrs. LesProux chuckles at her son's response "That is a surprising answer."

"Why so." Connor asks

"To forge peace one must know war." Mrs. LesProux answers

"Yes, and you've taught me war. The time I have been with Dexter or as you call him the fool has brought me peace, and I needed that." Connor adds

"Well, then I guess I may have been harsh in my judgment of him. Especially learning about him." Mrs. LesProux asserts

Connor looks to his mom confused "What do you mean?" he asks

"He was in love with that Wesker girl a few years back and according to my sources she betrayed him when he went to do his best to purge all records of that event from everywhere." Mrs. LesProux explains

"That explains why he never talks about it." Connor figures

"I assume it's a pretty sore spot. Speaking of pretty who is that girl talking to Valkyr Baruuk?" Mrs. LesProux says to Connor

"Oh that's Jennifer she's a friend." Connor reassures

"Really? she doesn't look at you like you're just a friend." Mrs. LesProux states

"How do you figure that?" Connor asks

"I have seen the look of love Baruuk and believe me she has it." Mrs LesProux Explains

"Well then I will keep that in mind." Connor said falling quiet. Mrs LesProux smiles at her son's bashfullness.

She goes to hug him "Still my shy and humble little boy I see. I should have known that bringing you into the fold was a mistake, but that being said I think you have grown into a fine young man."

"thanks Voruna." Connor says to his mom

"You're welcome Baruuk." Mrs. LesProux says "So what will you do now?" She asks

"I am going to the Tricell Gala tomorrow with Jennifer as her plus one." Connor answers

"Oh well then we shall see each other again then." Mrs LesProux says

"Okay." Connor says

After that connor walks back with his mom to the living room where Valkyr and Jennifer talked. Mrs. LesProux looks Jennifer up and down. then says "What are your intentions with my son?"

Yunjin blushes a the question as does connor before Valkyr gives them an out.

"Come on Mom, Can't you see their blushing. Baruuk, Jen leave before you get more embarrassed." Valkyr says before escorting the couple out. The couple then drive back to the Hotel and Jen starts to become sleepier. (I guess the effects of the flight getting to her.) They get back to her hotel room and she cuddles with Connor.

"So you've met my mom, and sister what did you think?" Connor asks

"I am still surprised you are so manly and gentlemanly because Your mom and Valkyr are very cold." Jen answers

"Well that was because of my older brother Atlas. He taught me a lot of the manners stuff, you would've love him. he was tall kind, and…" before Connor could really get into his description Jen asked what happened to Atlas. "He was the brother that died because of Alexander Wesker." Connor answers

Jen nods “oh…Learning new things about you every day.” She adds. Jen falls silent after that. Connor notices she hasn’t broken the hug after 30 minutes, and then he hears her sleep breathing. eventually. the calming sound her of breathing also lulls Connor to fall asleep as well. He wakes up from his nap when Jen’s alarm goes off. No Return begins blaring. As he attempts to get up he is struck by his arm being very asleep, realizing this he tries to remedy it. As Jen wakes up to his movements she laughs excitedly watching as Connor tries to wake his sleeping arm up.

“What’s going on?” Connor asks confused

“Oh we’re meeting with Winter and Hosang before they just flew in so we’re all getting dinner together.” Connor nods and follow her as she changes her jacket to something lighter as the morning cool has burned off into a humid heat more common to Florida. Connor looks away as he tries to not see her exposed

Jen smiles at Connor and says"you know you don't have to look away while I change."

"Um yes I do" Connor Rebukes

"You're so cute when you're bashful." Jen teases. She begins laughing while watching he is still trying to get his arm awake again. After a few minutes, he succeeds and he gets up now having his arm almost back to normal. You get in your rental truck and drive to the airport again. Winter and Hosang are surprised when you pick them up.

“Oh hi Yunjin… and Connor.” Hosang said in surprise to seeing you.

You wave as they put their bags in the truck bed. Winter and Hosang both begin to whisper in Korean. They’re quiet enough to not hear every word. You turn to them when you hear “American” both you and Jen do actually. You both scowl suspiciously.

“What?” winter says innocently.

“What was that about? They are sooo American?” Jen says.

Hosang laughs and says “well look like we were caught. Winter and I were just talking about how you two looks so American together. (He gestures to the truck) its so funny how you are both so American and so not American.” You watch as Jen goes back to facing you with a smile. You drove the couple to their hotel.

while on the way in Jen asks “hey how did you guys get the okay from SM to date?”

Hosang answers. “Um so we actually haven't so if you could keep it on the down low that would be great.” Jen’s eyes go wide and she nods in understanding. She smiles and says

“You secret is safe with us. Isn’t It Connor.”

Teasingly you say “Absolutely not. I need compensation for Giselle putting me in the brother zone, and a dating scandal for her group sounds like a fat pay day. So two birds one stone.” they look at you for a moment, thinking you serious, but when they see your face change they all break into a smile.

“You had us worried for a minute.” Winter says. You laugh

While helping them Hosang comes to you and asks, “I know you were joking about the Aeri thing but are you sure you’re okay?” you shrug

“I can’t really do anything about it so why would I care? As my friend Burro says “Time keeps moving forward so whill I.” .I’ll just work my hardest and then move on.”you say to Hosang. Who nods.

“ah the good ole keep moving forward.” he says and you nod. After you help the couple into their room you, Jen, winter, and Hosang all get back into the car you drive to restaurant where you’ll be eating for the night. You arrive at the small Cuban spot that Jen found and you all file in. Jen smiles as you all walk in and she grabs your arm, she links with hers as she smiles at you. You smile back her dark hair bouncing as she walks with you. A wave of calm washes over you as you sit with her. You feel… pleasant around her in a way you’re not used to.

After the waiter takes drink and appetizer orders. Then Hosang asks you the fated question.

“So how did you meet Aeri Uchinaga Mr. Connor?”

You look around and winter smirks. “tell him then Magic man.“

“Well long story short. I play mtg to deal with some PTSD issues I had in the past. So naturally I played mtga where I met Scorpion’s love-00. I beat this person. This person sends me a discord message and we begin an online friendship. That friendship eventually led to me meeting this person who turned out to be the illustrious Giselle of Aespa.” Jen smiles as you recount your story.

When you get to the part about Winter looked at you surprised. After you finished your tale pried a little into that. “You mentioned PTSD…um Connor are you okay?” you shrug.

“Yeah just some bad stuff happened while before I got into college. Mtg helped me get out of that bad place, but it also made it worse because I became obsessed. Overall I think I am good though now.” Winter squinted as she starred at you. You could see the worry on her face. You smile to allay her worry. After all they didn’t need to be bothered with your tales. After you finished your food got here, and while you ate you could of sworn you saw Voruna. When your friends catch you spacing out looking for her they quickly bring you back. You smile at them as you all get back to eating and enjoying their company.

When you went to pay the man waiter says “Oh you’re meal was already paid for by a Karena LesProux. She left the message, “for my lost cub who is found again.” everyone looks weirdly at the waiter except you who knows who that is and what that means. You ease into the seat and say to everyone “wow that is so weird but cool free meal.” they all look at you weirdly at first but then it’s put past them

.After that you take Winter and Hosang back to their hotel and say your goodbyes until tomorrow.

Winter stops for a moment before going in to talk to you. She gets you out of earshot of the others and says. “Don’t give up on Giselle just yet. She’s just got a lot going on” you sigh and wave as they leave.

You go to drop Jen off and as you leave she says. “Can you stay with me tonight?”

You see the anxiety in her eyes, and all you can say is “Sure” so you follow her to her room, and fall asleep. You take turns using the shower and getting ready for the night . You cuddle with her in the bed. It’s awkward at first until she says “Hey it’s okay I don’t bite.” her eyes are bright and happy. Her smile is innocent and inviting.

You say to her, “this isn’t very hot girl. Of you.”

She laughs and responds “Maybe I want to be soft girl for the night.” you laugh and she hugs you tight. You both fall asleep roughly around the same time. At 4am you wake up. You get up to leave but as you went to get up from the bed Jen said still partially asleep you think says, “Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.” you look at her. She looks so lonely, so afraid

“What’s wrong Jen?” you ask. At this point you look at her worried but clearly see she is still half asleep.

“I feel so isolated, and you make me feel connected. Idol life it’s great but there’s too much pressure too rigid. I want someone who’s fluid and goes with the flow .I live in fear everyday that because of who I am and my background that everything is going to collapse on me. I want someone by my side who is strong and confident yet gentle and reassuring. So please stay with me.” Jen says. You also remember that Jen said all of this still half asleep and probably wouldn’t remember it. You breath in and out and lie back next to her. As you drift off your mind settles in a familiar place. Stars litter the endless void.

When Connor opens his eyes he is greeted by Jen’s smiling face. She is elated that he stayed with her. The next thing he hears is his phone ringing. It’s Dexter.

#kpop fanfic #male reader #le sserafim yunjin #fanfic #resident evil #le sserafim

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Drama Red

a/n: okay it's my first songfic, honestly it was cool and I plan to do a second but it's really hard to translate lyrics and try to keep some sense so sorry...

*not my GIF*

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Summary: Natasha has only one question to ask you but before she thought about your life with her.

Type: Fluff

Warning: me being really bad for a first time like always

word count: 3298

Here is a link to the orignal song if you want (warning it's a french song)

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Natasha was sitting on your bed; she was looking at you while you finished your make-up. Today was Yelena's birthday, and Melina decided to do something special (just a party with the people she knows). A song was playing in the background, and she let herself get lost in her mind when she listened to the lyrics.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little bit of drama red on your lips

"Hey Nat, did you hear me?" You asked, and she came out of her trance just to look at you.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" She asked shyly, and you smiled at her.

"Do you think this lipstick is good?" you asked again, and she nodded. Nat brought you this just two days prior because it reminded her of you. "Are you sure because I don't want to look bad in front of your mom?"

"Oh come on, you know she loves you, maybe even more than me." She joked, and you kissed her before grabbing your purse and your present for her sister and leaving the house.

In the car, Natasha was playing the same song, and while you drove, she was focused on two things: you and how this song reminded her of you two.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

Your relationship was not always so beautiful. When you met her, it was when Fury asked you to team up with her and Clint a few months after she joined the SHIELD. Even if the idea of pairing you with another young, talented agent was rather good to him, you and Natasha didn't match at first. She didn't want to make new friends, and you weren't strong enough to deal with her stubbornness.

It was like that until one mission. This mission was simple: infiltrate a base, steal some information, and come back to the headquarters. See? Pretty simple. But something happened, and you had to fight—just you two against an army of dangerous men, all armed and ready to kill you.

"Oh, super plan Y/n; now I hope you're ready to die." the Russian said, and you rolled your eyes.

"How should I've known there were so many guys?" you asked, and she felt more angrier.

"Maybe because we're in enmity territorial, тупица (dumbass)." the redhead replied, visibly angry.

"Oh, don't use the Russian card with me, Romanova."

"Don't call me like that."

"And don't call me dumbass."

"You understood?"

"Oh, come on, I'm an agent; I need to speak a lot of languages." you replied, and suddenly you noticed something. "Do you hear this?" you asked, and she looked confused.

"I don't hear anything," she replied.

"That's the point." you said and stood up from your hiding spot to look around "Where are they?" you asked to no one in particular.

"Y/n!" Natasha called you, and you immediately looked at her. "Look." she instructed, and you followed her finger to find a timer.

"What's sons of the b*tches. They had a bomb." you said quitely, and Natasha giggled. It was definitely not the reaction she expected. "Okay, I'll call Fury. And you, try to find a way to escape." you said.

"You're not the boss of me." she replied, and you groaned.

"It's really not the time for this Romanoff!" you yelled, and she flinched a little. "Sorry, but you need to hurry." you said, and she left. You took a moment to regroup and reorganize your mind. "Fury, we have a problem." you said through the communications.

"What is this agent Y/l/n?" he asked.

"There is a bomb, in front of me, ready to explode. I think I can stop it, but if I don't, I need you to come and bring back agent Romanoff." you announced and thought for a moment.

"I can send a group of men there, but agent Y/l/n, do me a favor." he said

"What?"

"Don't force me to inform your family that you didn't make it."

"Oh, come on, Fury, we both know you'll not have to do it." you replied, and he chuckled.

"Oh, so how much time?" he asked.

"Three minutes." you replied.

"It will be close, but they should be there in time. Good luck, Y/n." he said and ended the call.

Outside of the base, Natasha was anxious; she heard your conversation with Fury, and she couldn't stop thinking that maybe she should have stayed.

She wanted to come back for you when she heard the quinjet and an agent come out, and before he could say anything, the floor where she let you; explode. The two agents were both shocked, but fortunately for Fury, you found a way out of the chaos.

"What was that?" the agent said, and you didn't reply first to catch your breath.

"I didn't find a way to stop the bomb, so I did the most obvious thing." you said, and they both looked at you, expecting something more. "I made it explode a little earlier." you explained, and Natasha slammed your shoulder.

"You could have died." she said, and you could hear worry in her voice for the first time since you met her.

"You're welcome, agent Romanoff." You joked, and the agent rolled his eyes.

"Fury will not be happy." he said, and you made a weird face but didn't say anything. When you were back in the HQ, you couldn't stop yourself from tease Natasha, and to your own surprise, you earned the right to call her Natasha.

The time repair but look around us how the people are drifting apart

I have to change of my watch, to change of world

Look around us how the people are wrong

At her parent's house, you quickly made your way to the kitchen, where the star of the day was with her mom. "Happy Birthday, sister-in-law!" You greeted her, and she rolled her eyes. She really liked it when you called her that; she liked you, and honestly, you should already be her sister-in-law since a while if her sister was not so….Nat.

After you hugged the blonde, you walked immediately to Melina, who opened her arms wide for you. "How was the drive?" she asked.

"Pretty tiring, but we're finally here. You really should start to think about moving near us." you said, and she laughed

"Okay, I'll think about it for the next time, but right now, I think someone wants to see you." She pointed to the living room where Wanda was.You let out a little sigh and made your way into the room while Natasha stayed behind with the two women.

"Hey Wands, why this long face again?" You asked, sitting beside her, and she sighed.

"It's Vision," she confessed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Again?" you asked dramatically, and she let out a little chuckle. "What did he do this time?"

"Nothing." she replied, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"And where is the problem?" you asked, completely confused.

"I mean, maybe I was too harsh with him. Perhaps I should let him explain before I decide to end this." she said, and you nodded.

Vision and her recently broke up, and being the good friend you are, you tried your best to help her not regret what she did, but apparently it didn't work.

"You want to give him a second chance?" you asked, and even if you were furious with the fact that he made her cry, if she wanted to forgive him, who were you to say no?

I need rational love; I need to learn how to trust the human race.

I need to be sure that I am the problem.

I need to be sure that you are the cure.

"So?" Yelena asked, and her sister looked at her confused. "How's going with you and Y/n?"

"What do you mean?" The Natasha replied.

"Did you propose to her or not?" Melina said, and her eldest daughter sighed.

"Oh, come on, we already talked about it. I don't know if we're ready?"

"What do you mean? You're dating since five years now. I think you're ready." Yelena said, and her mom nodded to agree.

"Okay. But maybe I'm not ready." The redhead announced.

"You fought aliens together, and you think you're not ready?" The blonde asked, but her sister didn't have time to reply before Thor came to greet the young widow. The redhead used this distraction to leave this conversation.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, 'bout us, 'bout us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

Natasha made her way to the living room where you were, and she heard you talk with Wanda and Kate, who joined you a few seconds prior.

"Wait, a cat?" The archer said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, Natasha said she wants a cat. So I thought we could adopt one together, but for now she doesn't know, so don't ruin my surprise." You warned Kate, and she nodded quietly.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

Natasha didn't make her presence known for a moment. She just stayed here and looked at you while you talked and laughed with Kate and Wanda. Unfortunately for her, Melina came and stayed beside her.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

"I know it looks like I want to control your life, but I think you really need to ask her." Melina said, and Natasha looked at her.

"What do you—" "Hey Nat, come here." The young archer exclaimed, and your girlfriend took a last look at her mom before she came and sat beside you.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

When she sat, you placed your hand on her tight and she placed her hand in yours. She really wanted it, but she had to wait for the right moment. At least that's what she said to herself.

On all the streets of the city, we wandered.

Even if we don't marry, we will be happy.

You know I'm not the type to be engaged.

You know I'm more the type to be bored.

Natasha was playing with your hand while you were talking, and she unconsciously focused her gaze on your fingers. She couldn't help but think about this day one week ago, when you were doing shopping. You spotted a jewelry shop, and you stopped in front of the window to look at the necklace and the earrings. Your girlfriend stopped next to you, and her gaze fell on a beautiful ring. 'It'll look good on you' she thought, and before she could make this comment aloud, you dragged her to another bookstore for the third time this afternoon.

The Russian looked at you in the store; you were trying to find a new book for her, and she started to think about her life before you started dating. She didn't imagine herself in a relationship for five years, but maybe it was because they weren't you.

People who stay together for the life

Before they become lovers, they are friends.

We'll try to make one all night, but

We stay kids as long as our parents are alive

"Where is Lucky?" Yelena asked, and this brought back her sister from her memories.

"He's with my mom. He had an appointment with the vet, and he was too tired to come." The brunette said the blonde nodded. "If Melina had called me earlier, I would have brought him."

"It's not my fault if you are not aware of everything." Melina said, and you chuckled.

"Oh come on Melina, you called me when I was sleeping; I almost won't be able to come." Wanda spoke dramatically, and you laughed.

"Sorry, but you have bad timing, Melina." You said, and the older woman glared at you.

"Oh, and what were you doing, you two?" She said pointing at you and Natasha, but neither of you replied. You blushed, and Wanda gasped.

"It's totally gross." The sokovian said, and you chuckled. "And Nat, you really replied?" She asked, and your girlfriend blushed.

"Of course, I replied. She's my mom, and she could be scary when you don't reply to her calls." The Russian defends herself.

"But you were..." The witch spoke, and Yelena seemed to finally notice what you were talking about.

"Okay, can we not talk about my sister's sex life for my birthday, please?" The blonde asked, but it was more of an order. Kate fake gagged, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, stop acting like you just discovered that." You said.

"Y/n stop!" The two sisters said, and you laughed.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, about us, about us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

"Is it true that you want to move on?" Kate asked, and you frowned at your eyebrows.

"How do you know that?" You asked her.

"Clint told me." She replied and shrugged her shoulders.

"And it's true." Natasha said. "I want a big house. I mean, I love our house now, but I need a new training room." She explained.

"And we also need a porch, for our home date." You added, and your girlfriend chuckled. You were definitely the more romantic, but it's okay because you loved it.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

After a little more talk, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you left, all eyes were now on the redheaded Russian. She was totally oblivious because her own attention was focused on the wine glass on the table; there was a lipstick mark on it, your lipstick mark.

The wedding is to please the motha.

You came back but immediately excused yourself again, but to the kitchen now. And this time Melina cleared her throat, and her daughter looked at her.

"I think it's the best time now." Melina said, and Wanda and Kate looked at Natasha, confused.

"Wait, you didn't propose to her yet?" The young brunette said, and Natasha sighed.

"But why?" The sokovian asked this time.

"Apparently she's not ready." The blonde Russian said.

"What do you mean you're not ready?" Wanda asked, visibly shocked. "I've known you for a while now, and I think everybody here can confirm that nobody made you happier than her. So what is the problem?"

"But if she doesn't want?" Natasha asked, and Kate groaned.

"Oh come on, Nat, she called Yelena her sister-in-law, she only has an eye for you, and every time we talk about weddings, she's the most implied." The archer said.

"She has like, twenty wedding dresses in her gallery picture." Wanda said.

"And she even did the guess list." Yelena added, and her sister was shocked.

"Hear. She's totally ready and she wait you." Melina said. "You fought aliens and Nazis and took down one of the worst HQs in the world together. So why you should not be ready? You know everything about each other, and you love each other, despite the fact that you always act like an old married couple. So what's your point?"

Natasha processed all she heard and took a deep breath before standing up. "If she says no, I'll be desperate." She said before storming to the kitchen.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me.

"Hey babe, sorry I was about to come, but Lila sent me a video of this cat." You said when you saw Nat enter the kitchen. She stopped beside you, and you showed her the video.

"He's so cute." She cooed, and you smiled.

"Did you see that?" You looked at her, and she was nervous. Girlfriend instinct, you made her sit on the nearest chair and took her hands for a little reassurance. "What's going on?" You asked.

"I have something to ask you." She spoke, and you nodded. Okay, don't laugh. I didn't prepare anything." She warned you, and you nodded again. "Okay Y/n. I wanted to wait for the right time, but I found that there was really no wrong time; I was just afraid. We've been together for a long time now; you were with me during the attack on New York; you were here when we fought Hydra; we ran away together after the accords; and you helped me destroy the red room." She paused to take a breath. "I know I was not ready until now, and the girls said that I didn't really have to be scared or anything. I'm sure you already chose the dress, and apparently you even did the guess list. You're very precious to me, and what I could do without you..." She was rambling, but you stopped her.

"Wait, who told you about the guess list?" You asked.

"Yelena. But this is not the time now." She spoke, and you nodded. "So today I was like, 'no, Nat, she would never want to spend all her life with you, like, why?' but after I talked with the girls, they were like, Wait, you're totally dumb to think that she doesn't want it' and I was like, 'Really?', and they were like 'its obvious she want' and here we are now." She took a deep breath. "Man, I'm really nervous." She said, and you chuckled.

"Sooo?" you asked.

"Yeah, I want to ask you, do you want to marry me?" She asked, and she didn't let you have the chance to reply before she was rambling again. "Wait, you're not obligated or anything. It's not because we spent five years together that's mean you want to spend more. It's just you always so–"

You kissed her to stop her, and when you pulled away, she was confused. "Yes, Natasha, I want to marry you." You said, and she started to cry.

"You want to? Even though I'm definitely not the best–"

You kissed her again. "Yes, I want to marry you. And don't worry, I really think you're the best choice for me." You said, and she smiled. "Usually it should be the one who's been proposed who should cry." You joked, and she chuckled.

"I was nervous" she admitted, and you kissed her forehead.

"And how are you now?" You asked.

"Relive and happy." She said, and you smiled.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." You said, and she grinned. You wanted to say something else, but some footsteps stopped you. When you both looked in the direction of the sounds, you found the women there, visibly waiting for something.

"She said yes!!" Natasha yelled, and you laughed. The women face were now bright with a wide smile.

"It's the best present you could get me." Yelena said, and you hugged her.

"You're such a drama queen, sister-in-law." You replied, and you rolled your eyes.

Yes, that's it. Natasha watched you talk with her sister, and honestly, she was more than happy to finally asked you the question. You're totally hers now, and she's totally yours.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fluff #yelena belova #yelena belova x fem!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader #melina vostokoff #melina vostokova #melina vostokoff x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fic

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aita-blorbos · 4 months

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AITA for skipping town with my (f15) sister and leaving my boyfriend (m21) with nothing but a note?

So, literally a week ago I (f23) was broke. My little sister, we'll call her H, got into an injury and suddenly I was like 200k in debt. I work at a toy store and my boyfriend (E) works in a car mechanic, so neither of us bring a lot in - my mom's a bitch and an alcoholic so I have legal possession over H, but mom couldn't help even if she wanted to. But a few days ago H joined some kind of fight club for kids with superpowers? I still don't really get it, but apparently me and H both have powers relating to some other dimension?? Long story short, the risk was a few broken bones but the reward was something like 50k for her first win - which she did. I didn't know this was happening, but E did.

E bought us a better house, a bunch of cool toys for H and even a bounce house (forgot our bed tho). He told me he earned the money on the stock market. But after a few days, another match came up, one H couldn't win. E said no, but H hypnotized him into saying yes as long as the reward was 10 million. She would have lost the fight if I didn't find out at the last second and save her ass. I was super mad at E, but I was more terrified, because I knew the people that started the fighting thing wouldn't leave me and H alone, which would put all three of us in danger. So the next morning I packed H's things and left our town, leaving E a note explaining it all. H said he was going to propose to me. I would have said yes, given the option.

I don't think H thinks I'm the asshole, and I have no idea what E thinks and honestly don't want to know. I don't know what he's told our friends, or my boss, but I'm never going back there. Maybe we'll even leave the country. I needed to protect H. I'm all she has. Well, me and an immortal being tied to the dimension we got our powers from. I always thought she was an imaginary friend, but I guess not. Anyway, neither of us can control our powers and until we can, the only way H *or E* can be protected is if we run. Maybe one day, when I can control my powers, we can go back. But I don't think so. Am I the asshole, for leaving E? Is E the asshole, for not telling me? Are the people who started the fighting thing the assholes?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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shiftwithjane · 13 days

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what i scripted in my modern stranger things DR

i smell vanilla and bacon when i know i’m in my DR/when i arrive

i’m social media famous/an influencer in my DR {look it’s always been my dream to be an influencer, so don’t judge me okay}

my dad is an NBA player and has been since 2003, and he plays for the Indiana Pacers, and my mom is just a stay at home mom

since my dad is in the NBA he makes a shit ton of money, so my family is extremely rich HAHA

that i make a lot of money doing social media

i have a four year old brother

scripted that my family and i moved to hawkins the summer before my 6th grade year, and that eddie and i were in the same grade, but i graduated in 2022 and he didn’t (obviously, he is in his third senior year currently like in the show)

i used to babysit the kids with nancy when they were really little, like when will and mike were 6 lol. i continued to babysit them with nancy until we both got really busy with school and other things, but we did it every now and then, and then steve took on the role (we love mama steve!! but we helped out too, but he kinda became the main one)

i scripted that nancy and i used to play DnD with the kids when were little, but then stopped once I got to high school and became super busy and nancy stopped when i stopped.

that the byers still live in hawkins and they never moved to california (and they don’t plan on it)

that hopper and joyce’s relationship is like it is in season 3 right now

that hopper looks like he does in season 3 in my DR {i know he clearly doesn’t look like that in season 4, but whenever i imagine hopper, it’s season 3 hopper}

that argyle moved to hawkins to live with his uncle for a fresh start his sophomore year (i said this because he told jonathan he was his only friend in season 4 and it made me so sad :( so i scripted that’s why he moved to hawkins for a fresh start)

that nancy, robin, jonathan, and argyle are all seniors and 18. steve is 19, and eddie is 20.

that starcourt mall is there, and it will never get burned down.

that steve and robin still work at scoops ahoy, because there are like no family videos anymore, and with it being 2024 and having all these streaming platforms there is no reason for a video rental store yk? i’m still debating if i want them to wear their sailor uniforms, or just script they wear a company shirt and still wear the hat, but they can wear jeans and stuff😭

that angela moved to hawkins for her dad’s job and goes to hawkins high so i can rip her ass a new one🤪 {i would like to see her TRY and get me arrested}

that my uncle is the hawkins high varsity basketball coach {i’m gonna introduce y’all to my family in my DR and it will make since once you see them lol}

i live in loch lora {aka the rich neighborhood in hawkins}

that hawkins will never be put in danger

that the upside down doesn’t exist, and it will never exist alongside none of the creatures and monsters from the upside down existing

following up on two things above, anything that has to do with the plot will not happen, because i’m not planning on shifting for the plot of the show, because that shit is honestly so scary, and i would be petrified

that argyle will work for another pizzeria since he is on the east coast and there is no surfer boys pizza

that i’m 5’7 {i’m really 5’4}

that i have my ideal body in my DR {disclaimer, it’s just a couple of things that i wish were different in my CR. like for example, i have a flatter stomach, but bigger boobs, and a bigger butt LOL. i’m working out so i’m in the process of getting my ideal body in my CR so i thought having it in my DR would be motivation when income back here. i know this topic can be controversial, but i just wanted to clarify}

i do not have a celebrity face claim, i’m just myself (no hate to anyone who does!)

i’m best friends with all my favorite influencers

that i moved to los angeles full time with my family after i graduated, and now we are back in hawkins because my dad’s NBA contract expired with the lakers and he got offered to come back to the pacers, so he took it, but i still travel back and forth a lot between the two.

that i have naturally straight hair {it’s have naturally curly, and it’s a pain in the ass}

that eddie and wayne live in a nicer, two bedroom trailer

that eddie works at a record/music shop in town, and that he also busses tables at the hideout. (and sells drugs like in the show for the extra cash) {the bussing tables comes from flight of icarus, but i scripted he gets paid for it unlike in the book. i also haven’t finished his book, but so far i have chosen what i want to believe is canon}

i will be making a intro to my DR family, and some of the stuff will make since for who they are if you have seen the show :)

i will also be making my part 3 to my DR bedroom today, so be on a lookout for that. sorry for that one being late, i went to the dentist again thursday for more fillings and i did not feel like posting afterwards. this is just a little filler, but i will make more post like this on what i have scripted, because that’s what did really well on my old shifting account on tiktok but i can’t get back into that :(

*i script on notion*

#reality shifting #shifting #shifting community #shifting mutuals #shiftblr #shifters #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #shifting realities #shifting consciousness #shifting motivation #shifting script

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goldenavenger02 · 4 months

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little lights flash in your eyes

Zane cannot mourn a family he doesn't remember, but he can at least try and cheer those up around him.

Takes place after Never Trust A Snake

There were three things that would always stay the same, regardless of where the ninja lived.

Sunrise exercise was non-negotiable, someone would drag their feet to said sunrise exercise after missing breakfast because they had been playing video games the night before, and Jay’s side of the room was always in need of cleaning, despite how much he insisted that he “had a system”.

Sure enough, when Zane made his way into the sleeping quarters with a basket of his clean laundry, Jay had clothes tossed haphazardly around the room, along with bits and pieces of various models, it was the normal that they had all grown used to.

But what he hadn’t expected was to see Jay putting his various items like his blankets, his nunchucks and the stuffed zebra that he slept with every night into a dark blue suitcase, all while humming a song that he was unfamiliar with.

“Jay?” Zane questioned while setting the basket next to his own bunk and starting to fold the clothes inside, waiting until Jay stopped humming and looked over at him with a blank stare before quickly smiling.

“Oh, hey Zane.”

“Where are you going?”

“Oh, to visit my parents,” Jay shrugged as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out his casual clothes, “just for a couple days, to ring in the new year and all.”

“Ah, I see,” Zane nodded, before a thought popped into his head about the others and their plans for the holiday that was rapidly approaching, “do you know if the others are going anywhere?”

“I don’t think so,” Jay shrugged as he shut the suitcase, “Cole said his dad is really busy around New Year’s, and I invited Kai and Nya to come with me since my mom said that I could bring any of my friends if I wanted, but they said no. So it’s just gonna be me and my parents, unless you want to come.”

As nice as the invitation sounded, to spend a few peaceful days away from the ninja stuff, Zane knew he couldn’t accept. ‘Not when the Pythor may use the opportunity to unite the tribes.’

“I should stay here, to keep The Bounty in order and look out for any threats,” Zane couldn’t help but wince when he saw Jay’s hopefulness deflate, “but you should go and spend time with them.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I already told the others to call me if anything pops up, that was the only way Sensei was okay with me going,” Jay explained before his familiar smile creeped onto his face again, “you think I should take Lloyd with me, give you guys a break?”

They had only brought Lloyd in, kicking and screaming, a week ago and even though Sensei insisted that the young boy was no longer a danger, all of the occupants of The Bounty were well aware that the sudden appearance of the plastic covering the opening of shower products and the sugar in the salt shaker incident during dinner the night before.

But as tempted as Zane was to agree, he knew that Sensei would be displeased with his actions.

“I don’t think your parents deserve that level of mischief during the holidays, Jay.”

“I guess you’re right, we’re lucky that the worst thing he has access to is super glue,” Jay agreed as he shut the suitcase before lifting it off the bed and tucking his pillow under his arm, “but maybe you should make him useful around here, teach him how to do laundry or something.”

“Are you just saying that because you hate doing laundry?”

“You know me so well,” Jay grinned before walking out of the room with a “see ya”, leaving Zane alone with his half folded basket of laundry and the beginnings of a plan.

…

“I’m sorry! I was just trying to have fun!” Lloyd’s shouts echoed through the hallway as he ran at a speed that seemed impossible for someone who had much shorter legs than the rest of the occupants of The Bounty.

“Lloyd, you misunderstood me,” Zane insisted as he ran after the black-clad figure, “you’re not in trouble, I just would appreciate your help with something.”

“I’m not falling for that one agai-whoa!” Lloyd was cut off from his running by tripping over his own feet and catching himself on his wrists, which aided and worried Zane.

“Are you alright?” Zane asked, reaching a hand out to help the eight year old off of the wooden floor only for Lloyd to scoff and push himself back to his feet with no sign of injury, much to his relief.

“Do you REALLY want my help?”

“Of course,” Zane insisted, “I cannot do this on my own, and Jay has already left for the junkyard.”

“Do what on your own?” Lloyd asked with crossed arms and a question eyebrow raised.

“You and I are going to help the others, Sensei, Kai, Nya and Cole, ring in the new year.”

“Why?”

“Well, because it’s a holiday,” Zane started to rattle off an explanation, “the others tend to struggle this time of year so we’ll need to get their minds off of it, and it’s our first holiday with you.”

“Well, what if I don’t want to celebrate your stupid holiday?”

‘He came from Darkley’s, his father is Lord Garmadon, he’s had it rough,’ Zane had to remind himself as he pulled in a deep, calming breath before making eye contact with the child, “because there will be candy involved.”

“Well, what are we waiting for, snowball?” Lloyd grinned, all of the anger and suspension melting away from his face with a simple bribe almost allowed Zane to forgive the strange nickname he was just given, “let’s make this the best new year’s eve EVER.”

…

It hadn’t taken long to get The Bounty ready.

Zane had to go shopping as soon as Lloyd was on board, but after sunrise exercise and his training had concluded for the day, he put the child to work on decorations; with help from a chair as well as Zane occasionally lifting him up closer toward the ceiling, the bridge was soon decked out in streamers, confetti and balloons all in white, black and gold.

When he wasn’t lifting the hoodie-clad boy closer to where he insisted on taping something, Zane busied himself with preparing dinner; he didn’t want to make anything traditional, knowing that himself along with Sensei and Cole would be the only ones to touch it.

So, he focused on making their favorites instead, and a vegetable tray so he could at least try to encourage the others to get in some necessary vitamins.

It didn’t take long for him to finish making the feast and set the table that sat in the bridge, even making sure to fill the large punch bowl with bright red Kool-Aid and turn on what Jay had ceremoniously dubbed “the disco lights” which encased the room in reflective, bright, spinning lights.

“Whoa!” Lloyd shouted, his smile wide as he already started to make a dash for the glass bowls filled with various types of candy, “it looks awesome in here!”

“You did most of the work,” Zane affirmed, “I’ll go get the others, you stay out of that candy until I get back.”

He could hear Lloyd’s annoyed grumble as he made his way to the bunkroom, but he knew that he would have a much more pressing issue to deal with once he made it into the room; Zane knew what to expect, but every time he saw Cole curled up on his bed with the picture clutched tightly in his palm, his heart never failed to sink.

“Cole?” Zane found it in himself to speak which resulted in the master of earth wiping his face on his sleeve and sitting up to meet his eyes, “dinner’s ready, if you are feeling up to it.”

“I-I’ll be there in a minute, thanks,” Cole sniffled as he set the creased photo on the small nightstand while he stood up and opened the drawer of his personal belongings.

And yet, Zane couldn’t bring himself to leave.

Maybe it was because he had lost his own family long before he could form his own memories of them or maybe it was just because it pained him to see the others struggle with the loss of those who were dear to them.

Regardless of what it was, Zane continued to stand there long after the photo of Cole’s mom was shoved into the nightstand next to the scrapbook that he had brought with him until his voice was free of tears and he asked, “what are you waiting for, let’s go.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He could see Cole’s back go rigid at the idea of talking about his mother and Zane couldn’t help but worry that he had pushed too hard and that the master of earth would yell at him for trying to dig.

But, his back relaxed quickly and he turned back to meet his eyes with glassy eyes and a fake smile, “no, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Cole.”

And with that, the two of them made their way to the bridge only to find Sensei, Kai and Nya already in there and Kai was even dancing to the holiday music with his plate in one hand and his glass of Kool-Aid in the other all while Nya laughed at his horrendous dance moves.

Zane, however, let Cole join in with the giggling crowd and moved over to where Lloyd was sitting in the corner with various types of candy on his paper plate.

“You should eat something other than candy,” Zane insisted as he sank down to the floor to steal a Hershey Kiss off of his plate, the chocolate melting on his tongue before he finished speaking, “a poor diet can lead to scurvy.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Lloyd huffed and in the occasional sparkle of the disco ball, Zane could have sworn that he saw tears in his brown eyes, “all I’ve done this year is be a big jerk.”

“That’s not true,” Zane shook his head as he watched Sensei join in on the ridiculous dancing which made Nya laugh so hard that she sounded like she was unable to breathe, “last time I checked, “big jerks” don’t help someone they’ve only known for a week plan an entire New Year’s eve party to cheer up their friends.”

“Well, you bribed me with candy.”

“That I did,” Zane nodded, letting his head rest against the cool wall, “but I must admit, you didn’t leave me any other choice.”

Lloyd offered him a cheeky smile as he continued to suck on a candy cane, only pulling it out of his mouth to ask, “so, what’s your New Year’s resolution? Your goals or whatever.”

“I must admit, I haven’t thought about it much,” Zane spoke as he continued to watch Nya and Cole laugh hysterically at Kai’s sorry attempt at what he called “moonwalking”, his drink sloshing in his cup and onto the floor as he did so, “I would like to continue to challenge myself, however.”

“That’s boring.” Lloyd snorted, which had Zane prying his eyes away from the party with a raised eyebrow, “mine is to get you to wear something other than white.”

Despite how strange Lloyd’s goal was, Zane couldn’t help but smile at how juvenile it really was and slipped a few celery sticks onto the boy’s plate, making him scowl with annoyance.

“That sounds like a worthy goal, Lloyd.”

Zane would severely regret encouraging the young boy a few weeks later when all of his ninja gis had been dyed neon pink as a result of Lloyd hiding Sensei’s lesson book.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #angst #my writing #fic #fluff #ninjago zane #lloyd garmadon #ninjago cole #jay walker #crack #new year's eve

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superdcchick · 2 years

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Welcome home Sy

captain syverson x F Reader

word count: 2,258

Warnings: fluff, sex (p in v)

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"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" Your best friend Jane waves her hand in front of your face. "Huh? I'm sorry what were you saying?"

"My brother's homecoming party? You're coming, right?

"Um, yeah I guess, what time?"

"2 pm"

"Okay, I'll be there"

Her brother, Austin, or as everyone called him, Sy, was away on a 12-month deployment. Both of you were friendly but your best friend always told you that it would be super weird and awkward if anything happened between you two. You couldn't believe he actually joined the army. He said it was the only way to get out of this small town. The day he told you about joining, it was a rainy day after school and you had missed your ride with the girls. You were standing at the school doors when you heard a truck honk "Hop in darlin'". You smiled, ran to his truck, and got in, leaving your bag down at your feet.

"Thanks, Austin, had to stay back to talk about my art project"

"Why didn't you ask that brat of a sister of mine to wait?"

"I think you just answered your own question Austin"

"Ahh, the brat gets whatever she wants"

"So what are you gonna do when you've finished school?"

"I'm joining the army darlin'"

You start to laugh "Good one Austin"

"I'm not joking sweetheart"

"But that's, that's so dangerous"

Sy laughs "I didn't know you cared so much"

Your cheeks started to burn bright red "No I mean, you're my best friend's brother"

"Yeah I know that"

"You could get shot or blown up"

He's got a blank expression on his face

"I mean, there are lots of other options Austin"

"Not for me, I want to get out of here and this is my way out"

"Really? That's your only way?"

"Yeah"

He pulled up outside your house. You both sat in silence most of the drive after he told you about joining the army.

"Are you sure you wanna join the army?

"Yeah, have all my forms filled out and will be sending them off a few weeks before I finish school"

"Oh, okay, well good luck with it Austin"

"Thanks, darlin'" He reaches over you and opens your door for you. When you left his truck that day you didn't see him again until Jane told you that because he was joining the army he would leave school earlier and go straight into training. Your heart sank, he was gone and you didn't know if he would be back. You saw his truck in the driveway every time you went to see Jane, his dad was taking care of it. Then you heard about his 12 months deployment.

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Walking into Jane's house, you say hi to her mom and dad and go upstairs to her room. "Hey Jane, need any help with the party?"

"Nah, mom's got it covered. Wow, where did you pull that dress out of?"

"Oh you know, it was just in the back of my closet"

"Huh, I'm pretty sure I saw it in the shops last week. You're not dressed up for Sy are you?"

"What? No, I'm here for you stupid"

"Good, cause you and my brother together would be weird"

"Yeah I know, you've said it like a million times"

Jane's mom calls the both of you downstairs, more people have arrived. "Okay everyone, they should be back in about 10 minutes!" Jane's mom shouts. Your stomach flipped, you were nervous to see him. Everyone stood in the sitting room waiting for Sy to come through the door. The front door opened and he turned into the sitting room "SURPRISE!!"

Everyone ran to welcome him home, hugging him and shaking his hand. There was definitely a difference in him since you last saw him. More muscle and the beard really suit him. "Let's go outside to the back garden," Jane says and walks out and you follow. A little while later you head into the kitchen to grab a drink, open the fridge and grab a soda, and close the fridge again. "Hey, darlin'". Almost dropping your drink you turn and see Sy standing in front of you with a huge smile on his face. "Hey, Sy! Welcome home" You smile. "Thank you, see, I'm okay, nothing happened" You both laugh. "I'm glad you were safe Sy, how was it?"

"Very stressful but some of it was actually fun. Do I look different?"

"Yes! Very different, the beard suits you and you got uh, bigger"

He smirks, "Bigger?"

"More muscles"

"Oh, you like that do you?" You hit him playfully on the chest.

"I uh, kinda had a lucky charm with me while I was deployed" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver charm bracelet.

"It's a bit girly for you isn't it?"

He chuckles softly "It's yours, it fell out of your bag that day I brought you home from school. The day I told you I was joining the army"

You kept staring at him, unable to speak. "I had planned to give it back to you but I kept forgetting to give it to Jane and then I finished school early to leave and I dunno, it's just always stayed with me"

He walks over to you and grabs your wrist and holds it out. He puts the bracelet on "There, back where it belongs" he smiles. Something in your body had taken over, you were moving closer to him and laying your hand on his chest. You went up on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his. Pulling away for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. His hand wraps around the side of your neck and he pulls you back in. Soft tender kisses as his tongue massages against yours. "Let's get out of here darlin'"

"But this is your party, you can't just leave"

Just then his mom walks into the kitchen "Austin, there you are! Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine mom but I was thinking of taking an early night, so I'm gonna head back to my place"

"Okay Austin, have a good night" She kisses her son on the cheek. "Y/N honey would you like me to take you home?"

"I can take her mom, it's no bother"

"Okay, see you later, don't drive too fast honey"

Sy grabs his keys and you head up to Jane's room to grab your bag. Heading out the door, into Sy's truck. He smiles at you as you settle into the seat and put your seatbelt on.

"What?"

"Nothing sweetheart, you look beautiful that's all"

"Sy, I don't wanna go home yet, could we just drive somewhere?"

"Sure, I know a quiet spot" He starts up the truck and drives out of the driveway. The drive was quite, Sy was humming along to something on the radio. He pulled into a nice spot, not creepy or anything like that but it was nice and peaceful. You were looking out the window while playing with your bracelet that Sy had put back on.

"This where you bring all your ladies Sy?"

He laughs "No sweetheart, you're the only lady I've brought here. Well, the second but my buddy Jason, him and his girl at the time were fighting, so I brought her here to calm down. I stood outside my door while she sat inside. When she wanted to go home, I took her home"

"So are you gonna stand outside this time?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No"

He shoots you that sweet smile of his that makes you melt, so you look away. You feel his hand under your chin and he turns your head back to him, his thumb runs across your bottom lip, and his hand moves to the back of your head pulling you to his lips. This time it was full of want, both of his hands on your cheeks and his thumbs rubbing them.

"Why don't we move this to the back seat Sy" You smirk

"Sure sweetheart"

Undoing your seatbelt and moving to the back seat and Sy does the same and starts to kiss you again. "You wear this pretty dress for me, baby?"

"Uh-huh. I thought it might leave an impression" You smirk

Pulling you close to him he leaves wet kisses along your neck and lays you down on the seat, placing himself above you. Kissing you softly and passionately, his hand pushing your hair back as his hand moves down your body landing on your thigh. His hand moves in cupping your core "Fuck darlin' you're so fucking wet" All she can do is nod at him. He sits back for a moment, slipping your panties off. Starting to feel shy you close your legs and cover your face with your hands. Sy smiles, bringing your legs down as he places himself between them and moves your hands away from your face "You're so beautiful baby, don't hide on me"

You smile and kiss him again. You feel his hand on your aching core. His fingers rub through your folds then you feel his finger over your entrance. Pushing in slowly, you couldn't help the moan that left your mouth. His middle finger is deep inside you rubbing on your sweet spot, then he slowly starts to move it in and out. Moaning against his lips "That's it, baby, let me take care of you. Fuck you sound so good"

"Sy please" You beg between moans "Please fuck me"

"Shh, easy darlin'"

Pulling at his t-shirt and starting to undo his jeans. You can see the bulge in his jeans and you decide to palm him and oh god, the grunt out of him when you did it. He pulls his boxers and jeans down and his erection springs free. He strokes himself and kisses you again but stops"Sy? What's wrong?"

"I uh, I haven't got a condom"

"Oh wait a second" You sprang up off the seat and dived into the front for your bag. He watches you as you rummage around for a few seconds and then you pull out a condom and he laughs.

"My sister gave it to me last week when I went out clubbing" You laugh

Opening the condom and start to roll it on and stroke him. "Ready baby?

"Yeah" you smile and he lays you back while kissing you, laying on top of you. He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds and lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. The mixture of pleasure and the sting from his cock stretching you "Fuck sweetheart, you're so fucking tight" he whispers in your ear. He pulls out slowly and then back in again. "Feels so good Sy, oh god"

As his pace picks up, you can't control your moans. You love how he is stretching you. Your eyes roll back every time he hits that sweet spot. "Fuck Sy oh god"

"That's it baby, feels so good". His lips are all over your neck as he pounds into you. His hand moves down to rub on your clit. Your body starts to jerk. Moaning in his ear "Oh god, yes, yes, fuck!"

Your body feels like it's overheating, feeling the wave of pleasure overcome you, clenching around his cock as you moan out. You can't help it, his cock feels so good inside you. Your vision turns white as you cum hard around his cock.

As you start to come down, you hear Sy "Hey, hey baby, you're okay, I've got you". Your vision comes back and you smile seeing Sy over you brushing your hair back from your face "You okay sweetheart?"

"More than okay Sy" Kissing him softly.

Sy sits back on the seat and motions for you to come to him. Straddling his lap, lining himself up with you again, sinking down on his cock you start to rock your hips back and forth. His head pressed against yours as you both let out little breaths and moans. Sy places his hands on your hips guiding you to move faster. "Sy oh god, feels so good" You cry out.

"I know baby, I feel you squeezing me, cum for me baby, give me another"

Keeping your pace you cum again, just as hard as before, Clenching around his cock sends him over the edge cumming too. He buries his head in the crook of your neck as he moans. Both of you moaning messes, laying on top of each other. He lays you down carefully and kisses you. Placed your hand on his cheek smiling at him. You both stayed like that for a while.

After a little while, you look at the time "Damn, I better get home.

"Okay baby"

You both fix your clothes and move back to the front of the truck.

"Sy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I don't mean to get all girly on you but, what does this mean?"

"It means that I want you to be mine, my girlfriend"

You smiled so big "I'd love to be your girlfriend" you lean over and kiss him softly.

He drives you home, pulling up outside your house "Thanks Sy, call me tomorrow?"

"I will sweetheart" He kisses you good night.

"Here I think you should keep this" taking off your bracelet and putting it around his rearview mirror.

"It seems to give you more luck than me, so you keep it" Kissing him again and left the truck. You can't wait to see him tomorrow.

#henry cavill x female reader #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fic #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x you

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oc-aita · 9 months

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AITA for becoming my ex-best friend’s nemesis after he ditched me to join a superhero team with my bullies?

Some context. I (16F) have been best friends with this guy Gale (16M) since…forever. Our moms were in the same pregnancy support group and we went to the same kindergarten and we’ve basically been inseparable our entire lives. We’ve always been there for each other when times were tough- my dad died in a freak accident at work when I was 5 and his family really helped me and my mom, and we offered similar support when his older brother died a few years later.

I don’t want to minimise Gale’s issues but he’s lived a much more comfortable life than me. His dad is the CEO of a construction company and they have a normal sized house in a nice area (difficult to get in our city). Meanwhile my mom works 3 minimum wage jobs and barely affords the rent in our run-down apartment in the most dangerous part of town. He’s super sociable and gets along with everyone, while I’ve been bullied since the day I stepped on the playground. We’re both equally smart but teachers see him as charming while I’m the disruptor. The only real “advantage” I have is athletically. Gale was never interested in doing extracurriculars, but the 2 neighbours on our floor teach martial arts and REALLY like my mom’s cooking so I’ve been getting free Jujustu and Capoeira lessons since Elementary school. But I never really made friends in those classes so it’s always just been me and him.

Anyway a couple days after Gale’s 16th birthday he started acting wierd. He was spending less time with me, hanging out with other people and dodging the issue anytime I asked him about it. He was still friendly during school but anytime I wanted to hang out he’d say he couldn’t. I wasn’t angry, just concerned, especially since he’d been getting closer with a select few classmates who’d been especially ruthless when bullying me and often picked on him too. Eventually he relented and told me that his dad had volunteered to be the coach for the “Lacrosse team” and signed him up for practice every day after school and he had no say in it. I said it was fine and he didn’t need to hide that from me but he said he felt bad bc he couldn’t hang out as much.

I spoke with my mom about it and she said I should ask about joining the lacrosse team too if I really wanted to keep spending time with him, so I did. And it turns out the Lacrosse team was a LIE. Well it did exist, but they were using it as a cover. Turns out Gale’s dad was our city’s superhero (his name is “Tempest” and he has weather powers) and he’s been acting as his sidekick and leading some kind of young justice-esque teen supersquad with my 3 bullies. Btw, I only learned this AFTER I showed up to Lacrosse practice where I was ridiculed by them and Gale cut off our friendship entirely. Initially I was going to forgive him bc he kept giving me guilty looks at school and I figured he probably ditched me for my own safety. But then he told the bullies ABOUT MY DEAD DAD, apparently in an effort to get them to sympathise with me and leave me alone. This obviously didn’t work and now the entire school knows about my home situation and I’ve been the butt of so many hurtful jokes.

Anyway the only reason I found out Gale’s secret was because I was one of the civilians caught in the crossfire between their squad and his dad’s nemesis, some supervillain named “The Underking.” This Underking guy saved me from falling debris at some point, and I followed him back to his headquarters out of morbid curiosity. Initially he was furious and tried to get rid of me but then I learned that not only was this guy BEST FRIENDS WITH MY DAD, HE WAS THERE WHEN HE DIED AND IT WASNT AN ACCIDENT. Apparently the factory they worked at was destroyed by a supervillain, and when he went after him he learned that the guy was being paid so the building owner could commit insurance fraud. All the villains currently attacking the city were getting similar payments, and the Underking was masquerading as a bad guy to try and get in good with them and uncover who was behind it.

I begged him to let me help find out who killed my dad, and while he didn’t want to at first, I told him that I knew the secret identities of everyone in the hero squad that just defeated him and what their weaknesses were. He gave me this suit that gives me invisibility powers and now I’m an “intern” at city council because it turned out this guy was THE MAYOR.

I started this whole out of spite but working for him has actually been really nice? He’s become like a surrogate father to me; he tells me stories about my dad, his lackeys help me with my homework, and he’s been paying my mom’s rent. He’s encouraged me to put more effort into my martial arts classes; I actually started making friends with the other people there and now my mom has more money I can afford to go out and do nice things with them.

Gale, his dad, and my bullies all know I’m the Underking’s new sidekick causing mayhem around the city. I tried to hide it but I got tag-teamed a couple fights ago and they ripped my mask off. The Underking lost that fight but I sure didn’t! Seeing the fear in my bullies eyes when they realised the girl they’d been throwing in dumpsters can roundhouse kick with near-professional precision was the highlight of my week ngl. They’ve FINALLY stopped harassing me at school because of it.

Part of me still feels bad though, Gale told me that he never wanted to work with my bullies and wanted me on the team instead but his dad said no. Whenever we fight in the field it feels super personal, and he always looks super betrayed. A couple times he’s even begged me not to fight. I just can’t help but feel like he decided that being a superhero was more important to him than being my friend. But when I put it that way I feel selfish. AITA?

#original character #am i the asshole #aita #death ment

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hummingbird-games · 10 months

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Dev Diaries

June 15, 2023

Y’all it wasn’t (just) my asthma out to make me see the pearly gates...it was COVID ☠️ it zipped through everyone in my household, and unfortunately me and my mom got the full punch to the face. I was already pro-mask + pro-hygienic practices, but now I’m extra pro-mask complete with a death glare directed at all the uncalled for commentary from strangers.

Enough about being sick LOL, I’m making this because I want to talk about games, also sometimes I cope with humor.

Current WIPs

I know y’all sick of my shit (me too), but as far as I’m concerned, Crushed is coming out this summer!! Really!! I will make it happen even if I have to do a few updates post-release, so help me God. I want to move on to other things and I’m so antsy and pitiful looking at a nearly-done-but-not-quite-yet-project 😭

And I know Sundays and Tuesdays have been super light on content recently but I feel like I don’t have enough to share once or twice a week? (And the stuff I do have is too boring 🙂) I’ve been told to reblog older posts but as you see, the only thing I reblogged was the pinned one lol. (I promise to do better with consistency on HBG Project #3)

(ALT text isn’t working for me right now, so below is the concept sketch for Ariel!! Obviously you see her on the key art buuuuut I originally planned to share this with y’all anyway!)

Ariel’s role...evolved during the production of this game, for lack of a better word. When I sought out to tell Corey’s story and decided against a kinetic novel experience, there were certain things I wanted to bring attention to (and certain decisions I wanted to leave in the player’s hands). This discussion will get dangerously close to spoiling the content of the endings SOOO we’ll put a pin in it!!

(The below image is a screenshot with Corey, Florence, and Jacob. The text reads “I kinda forgot she was standing there too...”)

This scene was written and coded with the rest of Corey’s friend group being off screen, but eventually I got sprites for Keegan and Oke. But I can’t help reimaging this scene with either of them and it makes me laugh so hard! That being said, I don’t imagine what you see in the demo will change in the final build buuuut who knows??

Randoms

I hinted waaay back when that I planned work on an HSDJY sequel this year. To my dismay, it’s still in the throwing spaghetti noodles at the wall stage. My ambitious ass lowkey hoped I’d have a finished draft for at least one of the routes by end of the year--because self-made deadlines 🎉, but I’m stuck in outline HELL!!!

That being said... it’s okay to work on other things, I am giving myself permission to work on other things, and I’ve been eyeing game jams. But the low stakes one where I won’t jeopardize my sanity. There’s Yuri Jam, which I participated in last year, and then there’s Once Upon A Time VN Jam WHICH LOOKS LIKE SO MUCH FUN????

I’ve been doing a lot of reading while recuperating (which probably means nothing because I’m always reading??? Unless I’m in a slump. Or playing viddy games. Dude. Don’t get me started on the pitfalls of being a game developer + bookish content creator. Time management?? We broke up) and the beginnings of an idea are starting to gel! I want to make another short project, and I’m curious if I can come up with something that fits the parameters of both jams. Fingers crossedl!!

Conclusion

I...don’t have anything else to add.

But go check out the games and projects I’ve reblogged posts about recently!!

Some are fully released, some are out soon, some have Kickstarters, and/or some are WIPs!!!

(Oh, and I guess check out High School Daze: Junior Year to see my humble beginnings)

- Gemini ✌🏾

#gamedev #game development #updates and rambles #crushed vn #as of writing these tags #I am still sick lol home from work for the week and everything #long post #(no read more because I want y'all to SEE this Ramble City)

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mephestopheles · 2 months

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I finally caught up with WBN, and oh dear gods I am so scared for them. I also have thoughts, because this whole episode felt like a giant panic attack going in two directions. This got long.

Ame can't pinpoint the moment she decides she needs to go, but I feel like it's that moment after you've realised you've partied too long and it's getting late. Like you need to go home and you're already in trouble and you know you can't fix it, but you still need to go like an hour ago. If only you could like reverse time long enough to make that decision at the moment you should have.

But it's not a conscious decision, so it's a nascent panic. That Fox is going to feel, and is going to interpret that as feeling trapped. So it ends up, at least how I'm seeing it as a feedback loop. Ame's not aware she's pushing those feelings aside, it's been fed to Fox and Fox is feeding back feeling trapped and claustrophobic and needing to run. And since it's all under the surface, it's hard to articulate, other than I need to go.

Because let's face it. These three need to have a nice long conversation about this internal shit and kind of explain how things are processing, but at the moment it's literally a "gotta go now, can't talk, words too slow"

And poor Suvi, who, like Brennan said in the fireside, has been taught from every single adult in her life that obedience is love, doing hard work you're not really into is how I show my appreciation and love, has also just walked out of her mom's place fully intending to go with Ame. It's not until that order from Steel that she stops moving because at that point, that it hits her how devastating that decision is and how in this moment she cannot cross this line. This line is too far, this line may not be the manifestation of throwing her family away but it feels like that. Decades of being the good and obedient child, the one who follows the rules to the letter all the time, every time is going up against a very new and burgeoning rebellion and possibly a search for autonomy, but I'm not willing to put words in Suvi's mouth just yet.

But I do know the feeling of panic that happens when you've always been the one who listened and followed the rules and stepping out of line here and now (I'm not ignoring the first chapter, but the first chapter was Suvi truly believing she was heading in the right direction and being stealth for safety's sake, and even the running after Ame was more a panic impulse decision) this decision here to leave her mom's place and then ignore her order is so much deeper, so much more than just "oh I need to protect my friends".

Prior to this, and even here, had Ame or Eursulon been in true danger she would have thrown hands. This is her home and even with the weirdass situation of the imperium dragging folks from their homes, Suvi knows she's safe and by extension believes both Ame and Eursulon are safe as well. So she's not sensing any of the danger that Ame is feeling, so she's not going to go against her mom. I'm assuming this is one of those "well shit, but mom probably has more Intel and that will help and if we can't get to Toma because it's super unsafe then at least we'll go to the north pole".

But unfortunately for all of them, Ame's panic is playing that weird like 5th dimensional time travelling chess with both the Fox's need for freedom, and who knows how much inherent magic and history she has just inherited as the opponent.

Maybe Suvi is right and the most they'll be delayed is 45 minutes and off they go. And maybe whatever panic is driving Ame is correct and if she doesn't get home to Toma to claim that space, the council will have an easier time destroying her. We don't know, and likely won't know even next week if this was a terrible decision or not.

Nobody is at fault, and yet they all bear some responsibility for how this happened. They're doing exactly what they feel is necessary in the situation and yes communication would help, but it cannot solve this. This is two fundamental forces that don't oppose each other but do have wildly different origins butting heads for real. Witches are wisdom based and emotional and social and have a lot of we do this because we have to take into consideration that we are important but also guests in a world built by spirits. And wizards are intelligence, and taxonomy, and strategies, and if I can get enough information I will understand this problem and find a solution.

Eursulon, is caught in the middle, but also can see that if it weren't for Suvi and by extension Steel, his life in the Citadel would be very different. So given his history with how quickly safe cities and towns turn hostile, if a witch says run, he's going to run.

I'm so happy that the dice wanted to tell a specific story and Eursulon was able to save those wizards and see all of the paths. I can't wait to see what he decides to do.

I am also devastated at the fracture that has appeared in Ame and Suvi's friendship and I'm hoping that they are able to find the path to healing. I trust the narrative and I super trust all the players, they definitely know what they're doing. I've been watching the actual plays long enough to trust that process. But until then I'm going to cry for them and gnaw on furniture until the next episode.

And the Fox is an innocent boy who added 2+4 and somehow divided by 0 to get explosion.

#wbn spoilers #wbn pod #suvirin kedberiket #ame wbn #eursulon #god i love this podcast so much #fox is a perfect boy and cannot be held accountable for his crimes #he still doesn't know if he gets vote

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crabs-nonsense · 7 months

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Something I love is my mom's romantic relationship. Like her partner and the ways they interact are both so wholesome and amazing. So you guys are gonna unlock some lore here.

Over two years ago my dad cheated on my mom and she said their relationship was over, because that was a rule she's always had for herself, once a cheater always a cheater. After that she started dating her current partner in a long distance relationship. They are an enby who lives in Norway and the two of them met on tiktok because they both cosplay the marauders era from Harry Potter.

In the two years they've been together my mother has gone and spent several months visiting them and meeting their family twice, once for summer and once for winter. Their family loves her and regularly invites her to things even though she can't attend. They video chat pretty much daily and text constantly. They've seen eachother at their highs and lows and been there through it all. An extremely funny fact is that my mom started learning Norwegian from a 6yr old with a very specific dialect and a speech impediment, because her partners son mostly speaks Norwegian with a bit of English.

Anyways the reason I was thinking about this is that yesterday I was in a voice chat with my bsd cosplay friends and my mom was across from me talking about the paperwork for getting citizenship through marriage with her partner. And I'd said she doesn't have to be engaged for a long time before getting married, which very much confused my friends and I had to explain. So it's been on my mind lol.

I love that they've talked about the steps needed for all of us the get citizenship, and how to get my sister and I onto disability there. And they even told my mom they might get a bigger house just so we can all still live together. They also send us Norwegian candy from time to time (sending things to the US is super expensive so it's not very often). They also send all her kids presents both randomly and for birthdays and Christmas. I have a crocheted pokemon plushie from them that I absolutely adore.

But yeah despite my mom being completely done with my dad he spent a year and a half trying to "win her back" but in like a really semi toxic roundabout way that all of us could see would never work except for him. And he only this year finally moved out of the house. Divorce papers FINALLY got filed and we all know he's going to drag it out and fight for full custody just to spite her. So because of that my mom and her partner are only dating, but mom has said the moment the divorce goes through she wants to take a small trip to Norway so we can all meet them in person and she wants to propose in person. Her partners son (again he's six) insists he's planning their wedding (they've never said anything about getting married to him), and he collects rocks and shells every time they go to the beach to use as center pieces for the tables.

Another thing is that with the safety of trans people quickly fading here they've also talked about how if things get bad enough that we are in danger here, we can all go to Norway. Like they told my mom if she suddenly said hey we're getting on a plane and will be there at x time, they will get their family together to get large enough transportation and housing for us (I have 4 siblings so there's 6 of us in all).

And and and!!! They are also disabled and have been since they were a kid. They don't have the same issues my sister and I do but they do have joint problems and chronic pain just like us so its been amazing to be getting first hand advice for a lot of things. They are so amazing i can't wait to meet them in person and give them a hug honestly.

#long post #story time #i love my moms significant other soooo much #sorry i just wanted to ramble about this but didnt want to bother anyone so its a tumblr post instead of a dm aha #to anyone whos heard me talk about the whole physical abuse trauma from my dad id like to clarify here that my mom didnt know about that #i didnt acknowledge really to myself that i had physical abuse trauma and that it wasnt all normal until last year #and he never did anything as extreme when she was around so she never saw it happen and i guess we all assumed she knew so never said much #but after they separated and she would talk about stuff with the oldest two kids (my brother and i) we mentioned something about it and #she was very upset about it and it is a huge part on why she wants full custody of the kids #anyways yeah #someday i will go to Norway and if im really really lucky i wont have to come back #the US government is not good and would rather i was dead so im very much not interested in staying here aha #being trans autistic and disabled was not a good call here but alas it was not my choice #sorry for the rant #crab says words #im completely normal :D

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How about headcanons for the tang brothers and mori with a chubby s/o?

Damn. I used to be chubby and then stopped eating and lost lotta weight.. still look chubby :/ i got them thicc thighs and some stomach. Like my friend... instead she worked hard and did sports to loose weight. Our body types still make us look kinda chubby. Everyone's different and copes with how they look differently so i'll try to give like various responses here??? But!! Everyone is different, and, how you feel and how you deal with something like weight is always up to you!!

With a chubby s/o

Tang xuan

I've mentioned somewhere i believe Xuan believes in smoll tiddy girl supremacy. I think he just likes boyish body types. Or slender males.

But!!! Xuan falls in love with the person before their looks, ok!!! And! He loves you!!

Loves taking you out to get snacks at the nearest store

He loves working out and doing physical activities- hopefully you join him?! Never because he wants you to loose weight and you know this. Your adorable boyfriend just genuinely wants to share his passion with you!!!

So so supportive always 24/7 you will never not feel loved if you date Xuan no matter who you are tbh.

Tang yun

Will not comment or acknowledge it. As per anything else...

Silently likes to wrap his arms around your waist, leaning against you. grabby little hands greedily pawing at the chub of your stomach, or thighs, sometimes.

More of you to own/love, why would he complain.

Will never share his snacks with you though. Suffer in silence.

Favorite activity gotta be resting on your lap 🙏

How are you chubby but Yunnie has more cake still hmm?? 🤨🤨

Suspicious.

Mori

Doctor mode. He can't help it, habits are hard to break. He'l bring it up super professionally- do you want to loose some weight? Talk about it. He's willing to help in any way he can. You'l have to be comfortable with talking about stuff like this tbh.

And as per his doctor agenda he will never bring up how you look or how much you weight strictly outside a health setting. He will also tend to be annoyed if you check your weight often, always tapping you with his notepad with a "that's not reliable, dumbass." It's dangerous to attribue a number to that stuff. He doesn't want you relying on the scale.

Will not ever shame you for anything. His only concern in his life is your health, nothing else. Will never be rude about how you look or how much you weight.

He actually likes curvy and thicker girls more, (contrast to Xuan), he thinks they're more attractive. He likes hips especially. If you're amab, not really any different from if you weren't chubby. It hits him different for women because Gozu activates some moo moo brain part of him that sees wide hips and mixes it with his doctor knowledge to just flash "very fertile good for kidz"

Smiles softly while calling you cute names relatively associated to cattle. You might take it as insult. Usually someone calling you a cow would get like, a slap across the face. Mori says it in such an endearing way- you're HIS little moo moo. :C it's 100% fine if you don't like it!! He will stop! But, as i said, dumb little cow brain just associates chub with being a viable mate. And. Yeah. Yknow. You're his little cow :C he thought it was cute, he's sorry 😭 he looks very cute when apologizing so forgive him.

May steal your food. How is it fair he gains no weight he eats more than you do. "Do you need me to explain metabolisms again?" He says, mouth stuffed with choco cookies. 🫠

He's like a mom keep this man's knowledge away

#mori gozu tennou x reader #tang xuan x reader #tang yun x reader

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if-one-of-us-falls · 11 months

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i have been meaning to ask you about your ocs as you talk about them but i don't really know much about them if you feel like give me an introduction to them

Hi! Sure :)

I have a lot of OCs so I'm just going to cover the ones I mention here a lot, and group them by story/project. The titles are not final. Tbh I haven't written in a while and some of these I haven't worked on in a few years, but they're always in heart anyway!

CW: mentions of child abuse, murder, violence

Thunderbride (AKA the pirate novel)

Rahlen

A pirate! In fact, she's the captain of her own ship, and known for being dangerous and ruthless.

She is holding a lot of anger about the way she was brought up

She's very abrasive, bossy, unpredictable and outright violent... But she's also very very intelligent and has a protective streak that she won't admit

I would say the thing that drives her the most is the need for control

Which is unfortunate because the story starts with her being betrayed by her crew, thrown in a cell, completely out of her depth and forced to rely on a bunch of nerds people who are not her first choice for a crew to get her ship back

Celis

One of said nerds

A blood witch. Also part of a marginalized community of magic users in this world

It's a family business and her mom and grandma are A Lot

Twenty-something year old living at home syndrome (so going insane) (or at least feels suffocated and confused)

Very talented but also very insecure. She's slowly learning not to take shit from others

Recently she realised her family's tactics of playing the tame and obedient minority will not protect her from harm

When her childhood... friend? weird mean kid who was her neighbor for a summer and disappeared without a trace? crush? shows up in her room half dead and asks her to come with her on a crazy adventure. Well. She just goes for it

Brazen Palace (series of spy/ gang novellas)

(but really they're about my girls and their relationship) (also there's some diplomacy going on)

Anika

A spy? Information thief? Secret operations doer? Occasional thug? Basically she made a career out of being good at climbing and shooting and sneaking places

Immigrated as a child to the country where the story takes place and lost her mother. She ended up under the wing of a gang leader who taught her everything she knows but also had a freakish amount of control over her life and eventually discarded her for money :/

She ends up working for another, very different boss. Suddenly she has more freedom than ever, but her jobs become more dangerous, her new gang hates her, and she accidentally killed her new roommate's best friend. oops

But really despite her bleak circumstances she's a huge goof ball and a very kind and loving (if cynical at first) person. She shows affection by being annoying and once she decides she likes you she will go very far to serve you

more things you should know about her: very nosey, always sleepy, and super tall

Henlie

Anika's new roommate, who is very upset and angry about having to share a room with the killer of her best friend. But their boss is adamant about it for some reason (spoiler: the reason is emotional manipulation)

Her job in the gang is unclear at first. She is very good at costume making, makeup, disguises and acting, if that gives you a clue. (it doesn't give Anika a clue because she's a dummy (affectionate) ).

Her mother left and her father is a disaster, so she left home young and started fending for herself. She's extremely secretive about her past and gets furious when others try to meddle. She's hurting and keeping it to herself, but it's getting harder now that she's dealing with more grief

She's so clever but also so jaded. She's the opposite of naive, but also very young and inexperienced and on the brink of an emotional breakdown

underneath it all she has a sense of humor and playfulness, if only there was a giant goofy snooping asshole in her room to help uncover it 😈

Tajan

Tajan shows up later on in the story, and even gets his own novella because I like him so much. He is a member of Anika and Henlie's gang and has been away on a mission for a while.

He is a huge language nerd and speaks five languages

Generally a very nice and charming guy. He can be physically dangerous, but his strength lies in his charisma and ability to connect with people. He also flirts for fun all the time

He was born in a relatively poor country. His parents thought they were sending him to get an education abroad, but it turned out to be a child labor scam. He is still dealing with the trauma from that.

He owes a lot to his current boss for helping him get out of that situation, and is very loyal and grateful to him. He might have to deal with some conflicting loyalties in the future

The Eye of Truth (epic fantasy coming of age with a cult element)

Tena

At 16, after her older sister is murdered by invaders one town over, Tena's parents arrange a marriage for her to keep her safely away from the border (and her notions of becoming a soldier). She used to be vibrant and rebellious, but the grief has numbed her. She's trapped.

On the way to the place where she's supposed to get married, she and her traveling companions (including her uncle/ bestie Will and the son of the local nobles, who is also being sent away) get attacked and taken captive by a revolutionary group seeking to upend the government and spread a new religion. And they are very interested in some of Tena's abilities (magic! plant magic even!)

She becomes the liaison between her friends and the captors. She resents the things they do, but they start drawing her in, and their teachings make more and more sense. Their leader, Safan, is extremely charismatic - and he can teach her about the powers she didn't know she had. And maybe she doesn't want things to go back to normal after all.

Her inner conflict is all about craving independence vs. being afraid to have it

She's kind of a tomboy, very headstrong and determined (once she starts feeling like herself again). Kind of naive but very resourceful and brave. She deals with a lot of anger and feelings of helplessness.

Ropes (more epic fantasy! Filled with the power of unlikely friendships)

Tarrey

one of my oldest OCs. I think I made her when I was 11.

She was abandoned (kind of) as an infant and raised by a traveling circus/ artist troop. She became a very talented acrobat. Despite being so appreciated, she’s convinced that her only worth to the others comes from the money she earns for the camp with her performances.

She is extremely harsh with herself and others. She holds herself to a nearly impossible standard and will not admit that she is exhausted.

She’s socially anxious and avoids the other members of the camp as much as she can. Her status as a high earner means people generally leave her be. She tells herself this is how she likes it, but she’s actually so lonely. The one time she made a friend outside of the camp, he disappeared when she came back from tour. So she’s quite distrusting.

also she’s been having some very strange (prophetic?) dreams

A disaster forces her to run away with the two other protagonists of this story (maybe I’ll talk about them another time) and it starts out as a miserable road trip and evolves into the most beautiful found family situation ever. Like seriously I care about them so much

That’s it for now! Thank you so much for sending this ask, it was so fun to remember all my children OCs again 🥹 As I said I have a bunch more but this is already super long hehe

#OC introduction #oc: tarrey #oc: tena #oc: tajan #oc: henlie #oc: anika #oc: Rahlen #oc: Celis

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heavenlydisaster · 2 years

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Before Anything Else

“You counsel veterans all the time.”

“That’s different. This is… way outside my expertise.” Sam crossed his arms and followed Steve’s gaze down to the computer monitors.

James Buchanan Barnes sat unnervingly still and rigidly straight backed in the single chair of his holding cell. The two of them had spent the past two years on a man hunt. Sam could barely keep a grip on Steve’s sanity. There were weeks Steve would think he’d stumbled on a lead and take off without so much as a glance in Sam’s direction. Sam always caught up eventually, usually to a mopey Captain America wallowing at once again losing his best friend.

And yesterday, the elusive bastard had just up and turned himself in.

Maybe that wasn’t quite right. He’d turned up to Avengers’ Tower in New York and asked for Steve. Like a kid asking his buddy’s mom if he could come out and play. Tony had locked the tower down and gone full Iron Man. Not that it was necessary. Barnes didn’t put up a fight. He didn’t even bat an eye at the super suit. Nor did he resist being led down into Tony’s holding cells in sub-basement four.

Steve rubbed a hand over his prickly jaw and took a deep breath. “I don’t trust anyone else to do it, Sam.”

“You realize the man’s tried to kill me, oh, three? Four times? Maybe talking about his feelings with me isn’t the greatest plan you’ve ever come up with.”

Steve sighed and put his hands on his hips. “So skip the feelings bit for now. Just… ask him why he’s here.”

Sam leveled a stare at Steve who hadn’t broken his gaze at the monitors. “We know why he’s here.”

Steve shook his head. “He didn’t… he didn’t recognize me. He didn’t know who I was.”

That was it. Steve wasn’t volunteering himself because he was afraid. It was almost laughable. Steve Rogers would jump out of a plane without a parachute. He’d fight aliens and robots and Nazis without so much as a goosebump on his arm. But he was terrified to stand in front of his best friend again and be nobody to him.

“I’m sure Natasha’d love to give it a whirl. She’s better at interrogation.”

Steve cut a dangerous look Sam’s direction. “He’s not being interrogated.”

“Isn’t he?”

Steve sank into a chair in front of the monitors and put his head in his hands. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll do it myself. Just give me a minute to… think.”

Sam had grown up on Captain America stories. He was a legend, of course. And maybe Sam had painted a trash can lid to mimic his iconic shield when he was a boy. Didn’t everyone? Captain America was a giant. But sitting in the chair beside him, he looked small. He was just a person under all that serum. Even if it was easy to forget when he ran faster than the standard automobile and leapt from buildings without a second thought.

Sam patted Steve’s shoulder and took a deep breath. “No. I’ll go. Can’t promise anything good, but I’ll go.”

Steve looked up with warm gratitude. “Anything you can do, Sam.”

The walk to the elevator wasn’t nearly long enough. Sam was still trying to pick his words when the doors opened to the holding cells. Barnes was the sole occupant. The only other breathing being on the entire level. Sam’s footsteps echoed around him from the high, windowless walls.

Long tendrils of brown hair hung in front of Barnes’ face, obscuring him. He didn’t look up. Didn’t move or acknowledge Sam’s presence in the slightest. What little confidence he’d had on the way down waned. If it hadn’t been for Steve, the man would have killed him a dozen times over. Sam gritted his teeth and crossed his arms, irritation and indignation flooding through him. Easing his self-doubt.

“We’ve been looking for you.”

Nothing.

Sam stretched his back and jutted his chin forward. “Why run off if you were just going to come back?”

Not so much as a twitch.

“Stark said you asked for Steve, but he says you didn’t know who he was.”

Barnes lifted his head slowly and met Sam’s eyes with that icy stare of his. An involuntary chill trickled up Sam’s spine. Sam shifted his weight from foot to foot and sniffed in the cold air.

“Your last mission was to kill him. You here to see that through?”His eyes didn’t waver. Didn’t give anything away.

“See, if that’s the case, you’ve made the stupidest decision a world famous assassin could make. Pretty sure Stark’s got enough power in this room to turn you to dust. Won’t be completing any missions after that.”

Still nothing. Sam frowned and moved around the cell if only to get away from that steely gaze. Barnes didn’t let him go. His eyes tracked him now. Like a lion with its prey. Watching. Waiting. It was unnerving. Sam stopped back in front of the cell again.

“Do you even remember who I am?”

There was a small twitch to Barnes’ dark brows. Brief. A blink and you’ll miss it sort of reaction. He didn’t remember. Didn’t know Sam.

“I was in D.C.,” Sam offered. “I was on the bridge and the Triskellion.”

“Wings,” Barnes said to himself.

Sam nodded. “Look at that. He speaks.”

That icy stare was back the next second.

Sam swallowed hard. “Well, you remember me. What else do you remember?”

The man returned to his selective muteness. After an hour of attempting to goad the man into speech, Sam gave up and returned to the observation room.

“Give up?” Steve asked. He was staring at the monitors.

“Taking a break.” Sam grabbed a water out of the fridge and drained half in the next second.

“What do you think?”

Sam walked back through the last hour. The only time he’d gotten so much as a flick of the eyes was when he’d mentioned Steve. Sam drained the rest of his water and slouched in the chair beside Steve.

“Well, he’s definitely here for you.”

Steve nodded. Expression grim. Still, there was hope nestled in those eyes of his.

“If he’s really here to finish his mission, you gonna let him?”

Steve’s eyes moved back to the monitors. “If that’s what it takes.”

“What it takes to what?”

Steve bumped the first knuckle on his left index finger against the screen. “To free him.”

“You know that’s not a good way of thinking. You can’t really believe sacrificing yourself is going to solve anything.”

Steve brought his fist to his mouth. His stare went far and away. “It’s Bucky.”

Sam turned in for the night and started back the following morning. He could tell Steve hadn’t left the observation room. He likely hadn’t left the chair. But neither had Barnes. They were two peas in a pod even if one was trying to kill the other. The similarities unsettled Sam even more.

“Breakfast,” Sam offered, pushing the tray through the little door in the wall and leaving it to sit on the table.

Barnes didn’t move. He must’ve been starving, but he didn’t go for the food like Sam thought he would. He just sat and stared at the floor.

“Do you like being caged up?” Sam asked. A rhetorical question. Of course he didn’t. Nobody did. “Maybe you do. Why wouldn’t you try to convince us to let you out otherwise?” Sam crossed his arms and paced around the cell.

“Right now, there are two ways you’re getting out of that cell. Dead or alive.”

No reaction as per usual. Threats did nothing. What the fuck did HYDRA do to him? He didn’t care if he lived or died.

“Steve’s willing to sacrifice himself if it means you get out from under HYDRA’s boot, you know. Not that it’ll end well for you if you do kill him. Boy’s got demi-gods on his team. They won’t feel too kindly about you killing their friend.”

Barnes blinked and squinted for moment. He turned his head, tilting slightly. Listening.

“Steve’s not thinking that far ahead. He’s thinking about you. Eating himself up about it.”

Sam stopped pacing again. Barnes stared down at the floor. A strange look had settled over his face. Not the intimidating blank stare. Something different.

“You see why we can’t just send him down here to talk to you. Not if you’re out to kill him. He’ll let you. I can’t let that happen.”

Barnes scoffed and leaned back.

Sam braced himself. This was new.

“Something funny?”

Barnes leveled his eyes at Sam again. “Did he tell you that?”

“What?” It was Sam’s turn to be confused.

“He’s gonna let me kill him. He say that?”

Sam pressed his lips together, wondering if he’d just given away something he shouldn’t have.

“Is that so hard to believe? He almost let you kill him in D.C.. If the plane hadn’t crumbled out from beneath you, you would’ve succeeded.”

Barnes’ eyes narrowed. “He told you that?”

“Didn’t have to. I sat by his bedside while he recovered.” At least it was finally what some could call a conversation.

Barnes turned his eyes to the far wall and set his jaw. If Sam didn’t know any better, he’d say he was… pouting.

“You have a different side of the story?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

Barnes turned his eyes back to Sam and took a deep breath. He stood and Sam took an involuntary step back. Barnes smirked and stepped over to the table where his breakfast sat cooling. He picked up a strip of bacon and ate it in two bites. He paused and stared at the table as he swallowed. Like he was waiting to see if the food would settle. After a second or two, he moved on to the eggs.

They hadn’t given him utensils. Too worried he might fashion them into weapons. He was HYDRA trained after all. What couldn’t he do with a couple of sharp bits of metal or plastic. Barnes ate with his hands unperturbed. It was a little disgusting to watch, but Sam waited. They were actually having a conversation. He didn’t want to break whatever rapport they had built.

It was fruitless. Barnes finished eating and went mute again. Sam continued to try to bring the conversation back around for more than an hour before giving up for the morning and retreating.

Natasha was in the observation room when Sam got there. The monitors had been turned off. It took quite a bit of pressure from both of them before Steve finally followed them out of the room and up to the living area of the tower.

“I didn’t figure you’d be the one to give a serial killer your home address,” Tony quipped as they settled in for a late lunch.

“I didn’t have to,” Steve replied. “Someone doesn’t understand the meaning of discretion.”

Tony sneered and plopped down at the head of the table. “You’re certainly enjoying the spoils of the pompous.”

“You have my best friend in your basement.”

Tony looked over at Natasha. “The one that tried to kill you? Yeah. Sorry. Should’ve just let you punch your way out of this one, too.”

“Boys,” Natasha warned. “Why don’t you both just let Sam do his thing. He’s been making progress.” She turned those dark eyes on him. “Haven’t you?”

Sam shrugged. “Couldn’t say. Boy’s cagey. He’s only said a handful of things to me. I can’t really get much of a read on him.”

Natasha smiled. “Of course you can’t. He’s HYDRA trained. You’re probably answering all his questions all on your own. He doesn’t have to say a word.”

Sam frowned down at his grilled cheese. If anyone would know, it’d be the Black Widow. She was a master in interrogation. He’d seen up close and personal just how good she’d been at getting the intel she wanted. And Barnes was from the same organization. They ran in similar circles. Were trained by them.

Sam decided to take a page from Natasha’s book when he went down to the cells that night. The two stood in silence for an hour and a half before Sam retreated for the night. This went on for two more days. Sam was on the verge of breaking. Finding a different tactic. Of course the silent treatment wasn’t working on the world’s leading expert on the subject.

He was thinking of a way to rebreak the ice when the silence was broken. Sam jerked in surprise.

“I knew him.” Barnes said head ducked and hair dangling over his face.

Sam’s eyes darted up to the nearest camera before he could stop himself. “You knew Steve?”

“I knew him before I knew me. I was still nothing. Just a big, blank space where a person should be. I think I have some of it now. I can’t be sure. Not yet. But before I was anything else, I was his.”

Sam stilled. “His?”

Barnes turned his eyes up to the camera Sam had just looked at. “Yours.”

Sam looked between Barnes and the camera. He began to back toward the elevator when it opened. Sam turned to look up at Steve, but his eyes had found their focus across the room. He crossed to the cell. Barnes was on his feet.

“I should’ve jumped,” Steve whispered.

If the room hadn’t been so large and empty, Sam wouldn’t have heard.

“You did exactly what you were supposed to do.”

“How can you say that? How can you think-?”

Barnes’ eyes cut over to Sam. Steve turned and met Sam’s eyes for the first time in days.

“I can take over, Sam. Go rest.”

Sam nodded and stepped into the elevator. He should’ve gone up to the main tower. He didn’t. He found himself in the observation room. His and Steve’s positions reversed. There was nowhere to hide in the holding cells. Cameras spanned the entire floor. There were no blind spots.

“I read about what happened after,” Barnes said. He was much more talkative with Steve. No long stretches where he wouldn’t speak. “What the hell were you thinking?” “I was thinking I followed you into war, it was only fair I followed you out of it.”

A smile twitched at the corners of Barnes’ mouth. If the quality weren’t so high, Sam might’ve thought it was a glitch of the cameras.

“Sap.”

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

Steve laid his hand on the key panel and tapped in a quick code. The doors to the cell slid back. Barnes frowned.

“You sure you wanna do that?” Barnes asked. “I might kill you.”

Steve smiled. “Like you haven’t had a million chances.” He stepped into the cell toward Barnes.

“Not here.” Barnes set a hand on Steve’s chest. His eyes found each camera in a second.

“Here. Anywhere. Anywhere,” Steve whispered. He was pressing in. Crowding Barnes and Barnes wasn’t resisting. Wasn’t shoving him away and demanding space. He was inviting him in.

“How ‘bout a dance?” Barnes suggested, tilting his head up just slightly to meet Steve’s eyes.

Their hands were around each other in the next moment. They swayed in the small space of the cell. Steve’s head dropped onto Barnes’ shoulder. He was humming. They both were. The same song. Sam couldn’t place it.

“How much of it do you remember?” Steve asked as their swaying slowed.

“Hard to say.” They stopped swaying. Just stood, holding each other. “I’ve been writing it down. What I remember. I can’t always tell dream from memory. I was hoping you could help me with that.”

“Yeah,” Steve’s hand cupped the back of Barnes’ neck. Fingers threaded through the long hair. “It’s been a long, long time after all.”

Barnes smiled and bent his head to Steve’s. He murmured something too quiet for even the Stark tech microphones to pick up. Steve grinned and lifted his head. “You know, the ol’ Steve Rogers’ motto,” Barnes laughed.

Steve was clearly trying to scowl, but his smile wouldn’t go away long enough.

“If it ain’t illegal, it ain’t worth doin’.” Barnes finished.

Steve laughed. “I think I can make an exception.”

They started out of the cell together. Barnes’ face dropped for a moment as they crossed the doorway. He stuttered and jerked to a stop. He squeezed his eyes shut and put a hand to his head. Steve set a hand gently on his shoulder, the other on his waist.

“We’re going to find your journal, aren’t we?” Steve urged.

Bucky’s eyes focused again on Steve’s face. After another two seconds, his expression relaxed again and allowed Steve to lead him to the elevator.

The room was filled with silence as the monitors relayed the empty room back to Sam. He sat dumbfounded at his discovery, not sure what to do with it.

“Well, that explains a few things.” Natasha remarked behind him.

Sam jumped in his seat and whirled around. “How long have you been there?”

Natasha lifted a shoulder in non-answer. She pulled out her phone to fire out a quick text as she sauntered toward the monitors. Her finger flew over the keys swiftly, switching out the cameras. It took her half a second to find Steve and Barnes again.

“No wonder he rejected all those girls I threw at him,” she mumbled.

Steve’s hand was on Bucky’s right elbow. Not in a restraining way. He wasn’t holding Barnes back or trying to keep him from leaving. It was the way someone might hold on to a lover in a crowd. A way to keep from being separated. From losing the other.

“Well, that wasn’t in the comic books,” Sam muttered.

Natasha smirked at him. “’Course not. That’s not the All-American ideal they wanted. I’m sure if you went back and read some of those histories you’d see it.” Natasha pulled up the cameras outside the tower. “I should’ve seen it sooner.”

Sam watched them jog down into the subway and leaned back in his chair, sure they’d lost them. Natasha didn’t blinked. The footage inside the metro station played back. Not busy this time of day. Barnes leaned in to Steve’s shoulder. His mouth was moving, but there were no microphones there. Sam didn’t know what was being said. Steve grinned and rolled his eyes.

He looked strange. Or just different. Steve’s shoulders weren’t so tight. He leaned back toward Barnes casually. It took a while for Sam to realize that this is what Steve Rogers looked like when he relaxed. Whatever else he thought he knew about Steve seemed wrong. He was friendly and had his easy going days, but he had never actually relaxed. Not even when it was just him and Sam lounging on a couch in the tower.

“N train to Brooklyn,” Natasha said. “Keep an eye on the stations. Let us know which one they get out on.”

Sam looked up. “What? You’re going after them?”

Natasha looked annoyed. “He’s still the Winter Soldier.”

Sam looked back at the monitors. “Look, maybe that’s-”

“Relax, Sam. We’re just keeping an eye out. HYDRA is still out there. Be a shame if they cut this little reunion short by trying to get their prized asset back.”

Sam watched the stations until he saw the two get off the train. He dialed Natasha’s number. He didn’t want to tell them. Steve deserved some privacy. He deserved some peace. But Natasha was right.

“Prospect Park.”

“Perfect timing. We’re pulling in now.”

Sam tapped through the security cameras. Stark had backdoor access to every CCTV camera in the city. Likely the world. He was able to follow the two from the station and into the park.

As they got deeper into the park, Steve’s hand slid down from Barnes’ elbow to his hand. Barnes stilled for a moment, meeting Steve’s eyes.

Steve’s mouth moved and Sam wished he’d learned how to read lips. Barnes shook his head and looked around. The park was mostly empty. It was almost dark. The lights were just starting to come on.

Barnes set his left hand on Steve’s chest and pushed him back. Sam’s hand twitched toward his phone again. Barnes pushed until Steve’s back hit a tree and they stood there, noses almost touching. Staring at each other. They hadn’t done much, but their chests were heaving like they’d just run a marathon.

Steve leaned forward until his cheek was pressed against Barnes’ cheek. His lips at Barnes’ ear. Whatever was said made Barnes react. He gripped Steve’s shirt in both hands and shoved him back again. Steve had a lazy sort of smile on his face. Cocky. He looked down his nose at Barnes almost challenging him.

Seventy years of anguish rippled and melted away from them both as Barnes crushed his mouth to Steve’s. Sam felt heat in his cheeks and looked away. His phone vibrated against the metal of the counter. He answered without looking if only for something to do.

“Where are they?”

Sam covered his eyes with his free hand. “Just give them a minute.”

“I told you, we aren’t planning on separating them. We just want to keep an eye out. You know Rogers isn’t going to keep his guard up.”

“Mm.” Sam glanced back at the monitor. “Yeah, but….”

The line was quiet a beat. “They aren’t fucking in the park, are they?”

The heat in Sam’s face grew hotter. “No.”

“Oh, hang on. Clint found them.”

Sam dropped his head onto the table.

“I didn’t think Steve could do that.” She said, mostly to herself.

Clint Barton’s muffled voice made its way through her comms to Sam. “Jealous?”

“No. Maybe a little. He was holding out on me.”

“Privacy means nothing to you, does it?” Sam demanded.

Natasha barked out a short laugh. “I’m a spy.”

“Uh oh.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve demanded.

“Wow! Steve? Fancy running into you here!” Clint tried.

“You took a world famous assassin out of his cage.” Natasha said. “We’re here to make sure he gets back in it.”

“He’s not going in any cage.”

“It was hyperbole.”

“It isn’t happening.”

“Didn’t I shoot you?” Barnes’ voice crackled.

Sam turned back to the monitors. They were standing a few feet apart. Steve between Clint and Natasha and Barnes. Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“Twice.”

Barnes pulled a frown. “Must’ve liked you.”

“As target practice?”

Barnes shook his head. “I could’ve killed you the first time.” He glanced over at Steve who was giving him a hard look. “I didn’t!”

“Sorry, Buck. Say you’re sorry.”

He set his jaw. “She tried to kill me, too.”

“Yeah, but you drew blood.

Barnes winced. “Yeah. Yeah, alright. Sorry.”

Natasha shrugged. “Clint tried to kill me, too. I’m still friends with him.”

“I was brainwashed!”

“HYDRA?”

Clint furrowed his brow. “Loki.”

Barnes looked at Steve. “What’s Loki?”

“A god. Or so he claims.”

Barnes’ face went slack. “Aw, man. I really am turning into you!”

“What?”

“Now you’re the one having all the fun without me.”

Steve smiled. Sam didn’t think that smile was real. He’d only seen it in the old Howling Commandos footage. It was he only time Steve had smiled like that. He only smiled like that with Sergeant Barnes.

Natasha noticed it the same time Sam did. “It wasn’t the lip ring, was it?”

“Hm?”

“Lillian? You said you weren’t ready for the lip piercing, but that wasn’t it.”

Steve stared at her blank faced.

“C’mon, Steve,” Barnes pinched the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt between his fingers and tugged lightly. His eyes darted back and forth between Steve and Natasha. “It isn’t far.”

Steve nodded and followed Barnes further into the park. Clint and Natasha walked behind them. All that easiness and relaxation from earlier was gone. They were both on high alert.

Barnes stopped at a tree and looked around again. His eyes landed on Clint and Natasha for a moment before flying back to Steve’s. There were no words spoken between them, but they communicated just the same. The way only two people that knew each other unerringly could. Steve turned and blocked Bucky from view while turning his right index finger in the air, ordering them to turn around.

Barnes shoved his arm into a knot in the tree and withdrew a small, black backpack. He tucked his arms through the straps and tapped Steve on the shoulder.

“Where to?” Clint asked.

“What? So you can follow us?”

“Just come back to the tower.” Natasha said. “It’s safest for you both. HYDRA’ll have a hell of a time trying to get to Barnes there.”

Steve looked back at Barnes. Another moment of silent communication passed before Steve dropped his head and nodded. “Fine. But he isn’t going back in that cell.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

It was another hour before the four of them returned to the tower. Natasha had turned off her comms as soon as they reached the car so Sam had gone back up to the living quarters. As talkative as he had been when it was just him and Steve, Barnes had become mute once again when surrounded by strangers.

“Two years, man,” Sam said once he’d gotten Steve alone again.

Steve tensed. “I know.”

“I knew there was something. I thought it was guilt.”

Steve nodded. “Of course it was guilt. I abandoned him. Let him get captured by the enemy again. Of course I feel guilty.”

“You don’t think the fact you’re in love with the man played a role in the past two years?”

Steve swallowed hard and refused to meet Sam’s eyes. “If it’s too much….”

“What?”

“I get it. It’s legal now, but people are still what they always were.”

Sam shook his head and set a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “No, man. I’m not talking like that. I’m just saying. Maybe if I’d known the real why’s of it all, I could’ve helped better. Been a better friend.”

Steve cracked a smile, but Sam knew better now. This smile was a peace offering. Only Barnes was lucky enough to get the genuine article. Steve patted Sam’s back lightly. “You’ve always been a good friend. Not many people I can say that about.”

Barnes snuck into the room and fixed himself on Steve’s left. They weren’t touching, but the action still felt intimate. Maybe it was just because he’d seen them tongue wrestling in the park.

“Sorry,” Barnes said. “About…. I wasn’t trying to kill you. Just getting you out of the way.”

Sam pulled three beers out of the fridge and handed them out. “Felt like you were.”

Barnes reached over with his left hand and popped the tops off each of their bottles. “I would’ve. If I had to.” He took a sip of his beer. “I held back too much on the bridge.”

“That was you holding back?”

Barnes ducked his head. “Steve said, ‘Bucky,’ and I couldn’t shake the feeling I was on the wrong side after. They didn’t like that.”

Steve loped an arm around Bucky’s shoulders and squeezed. “We’ll get ‘em.”

“You know where the bases are?” Sam asked.

Barnes looked over at Steve. “A few.”

“That’s all we need.”

Barnes shook his head. “I’ve been working through them on my own.”

“And now you’ll have backup.”

“It’s risky.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Well, that seals it. No HYDRA hunt for me. I hate taking risks.”

Barnes needled him in the ribs with his left elbow. “I think the fact that you’re stubborn and love risking your skin are the two things I never forgot.”

Steve put his lips to Barnes’ ear. “Then there are some things I need to remind you of.”

Sam felt like an unwitting audience. Steve and Barnes had all but forgotten his presence. They had gone from not touching to being glued to one anothers hips. Sam cleared his throat and they both pulled back.

“Sorry,” Steve said, sheepishly. “Believe it or not, we never engaged in public displays of affection seventy years ago.”

“The solace of a cold grave really makes you reconsider the weight you give to other peoples’ opinions.” Barnes said, that challenging stare back in his icy eyes.

“I bet the pair of you would’ve loved Stonewall.”

Steve smiled easily. So Barnes wasn’t the outlet for Steve’s genuine smiles. He was the source.

“I’m just glad we got back when we did.”

Sam tipped his beer to them and turned to take his leave. He could hear them behind him.

“We still have a lot of work to do.”

“Not tonight, Buck,” Steve said, softly. “We can take it easy. Just for tonight.”

The way he said it made it clear. This was an old conversation. Probably a conversation they had been having even before the war. Their whole lives. With any luck, they’d be having it for another seventy years.

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