#woo first time I actually remembered the art tag
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bruh.
what. what the fuck.
writing started off as an exploration; a hobby that i was just trying out. something new, to pass the time. but i feel like it has now evolved into an extension of my art. over time, my stories starting having more and more elements of the poetry-inspired commentary i like to have in the forefront of my paintings, or very simply the imagery i used to include in my poems themselves.
but that isn’t even the best part.
i’ve been writing for around a month, and i absolutely adore literally every single mutual i have on here. @breakfastatjoels, @mandoisapunk, @josephquinnswhore, @bastardmandennis, @nostalxgic, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings @millerscoffee
you’re all such inspirations im so glad to know u all thank u all for existing i gen would not have kept writing/still be on this site without yall and i promise im wrapping up i just think its a little fucked that im…gaining traction? how? and the crazy thing?? that list of ppl tagged up there are like just the ones i could remember off the top of my head!! there’s so many more! @imherefordeanandbones, was my first follower and the first on my taglist, and one of the first people to make me think my writing was actually not that bad for a beginner!!
anyways while i literally question everything and melt in gratitude, i hope you all have great days. thank you very much. let’s hope we see many more!!
enough sappy shit.
as a celebration, im gonna write fics, blurbs or hcs (saw/nsfw) based on the following prompts:
this is from @havenoffandoms 800 follower celebration! just send me your character pairing and prompt. list below the cut
“I’m in love with you. Please, don’t leave me.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“It’s really not that complicated.”
“You’re in love with them, aren’t you?”
“We could get arrested for this.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“Love is overrated.”
“If you think I’m going to talk to you while you’re dressed like that, you’re wrong!”
“Do you ever actually use your cellphone?”
“You don’t need to protect me.”
“You fainted… right into my waiting arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“You have to make a choice.”
“You have to remember.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“You know, it’s okay to cry.”
“You lied to me!”
“You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
“You need to wake up cause I can’t do this without you.”
“You’ll be the death of me.”
“The only thing hotter than seeing your orgasm is seeing your smile.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“From the minute I met them, there was no choice. They’re smart. They’re strong. They resent their parents enough to go for a person like me. Also they’re crazy hot.”
“What do you mean, I’m not scary? I literally nearly scared the life out of a man?” “You literally scared a little saliva and a little urine out of him.”
“When someone your age dies, you instinctively want to hear it was of something that could never happen to you. Well, it’s the same with divorce.”
“I get to stay home and plan the death of Dora the Explorer. Fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the Candy Cane River.”
“You don’t ‘take a run’ at a person. You woo them. You make them feel special.” “Hey honey, look at this. It’s a picture of my butt.”
“I don’t like you.” “I’ll get over it.”
“You’re one of the most beautiful person I know, and you don’t even know it.” “No, I know it.”
“Why do you always have to throw wet blankets on my dreams?” “I do not.” “Yes you do. And you know what I end up with? Wet dreams.”
“So you’re gonna throw me under the bus?” “Oh, I’m gonna throw you so hard I might even win a stuffed animal.”
“Who wouldn’t be angry if you ate all the cereal and faked your death for three years?”
“Quick, catch the cat it stole my coin pouch!”
“I feel like I was just hit by a car… wait, I did? And it was YOUR car?”
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.”
“So why do I have to punch that guy?”
“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five goats.”
“I hope you know that my name is actually _____”
“Please stop petting the prisoners.”
“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”
“So what if I broke my arm, I’m still doing it.”
“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?”
“I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode in our faces.”
“You know how my people are, we would destroy ourselves just for spite.”
“Wait, is that what you were trying to do? I’m sorry, I would’ve taken you much more seriously if I knew.”
“Let’s not blow the extortion charge out of proportion. My boss was just a sore loser.”
“Of all things, you would have thought that the rain was innocuous enough. Turns out, nothing is innocuous in this Gods forsaken place!”
“It’s illegal to make unauthorized species. But it’s also illegal to kill endangered species. Thankfully, I only did one of each.”
“The secret ingredient isn’t human flesh, that’s all I can say.”
“Where’s the king?” “He’s being chased by a wyvern. It’s an old tradition, you see.”
“If I serenade for you, will you strip for me?”
“This is new.”
“Make me.”
“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
“If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”
“Don’t be stubborn. Try it.”
“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
“I heard you talking in your sleep.”
“The thought of losing you scares me.”
“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
thank you. love you all.
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Seven Stages of... Becoming an RA Pt 1
I was so excited I got an email saying "RA Offer." I ran from my bedroom and told my Mother. I was so excited because I tried the year prior and did not get in. I told one of my friends from the Lazer Tag Boys, I wanted to share the news. My friend's first response was...
"What dorm?"
"Skywalk." I said.
"Boo you whore." They groaned
After the news spread of me becoming an RA, my new nickname became The Opp. I was isolated from my friends because we all lived in the same dorm, and I moved to the new dorm building. My side of the hall that I was in charge of was quiet, no one interacted with each-other. It was post lockdowns, and our college had a silly rule that didn't make sense when you really think about it. We couldn't have outside visitors from other dorm buildings but you could interact with each other in your own dorm building, academic buildings, and student center.
So what did we do?
The Lazer Tag Boys were schemers, who schemed a scam of scanning IDs. They would drop an ID from an open window; then the person who wanted to get in would wear a hoodie and a mask concealing their face. The door people would let them in. The Lazer Tag Boys would let in multiple people in using two to three cards for like eight people who wanted to get in.
What I did was go in the 24 hour Science building and my friend Richie and I would look at weird Youtube videos. While I was sleep deprived, and Richie was high as a kite at 1 a.m.
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** I remember when me and Richie watched this and it took him 20 minutes to figure out that it was looped and over four hours long he still never forgives me for letting him watch the ending to this lol. **
Still I was isolated, I barely knew anyone on my floor except for my old suite mates from my first semester of Freshman year. These two suite mates who fought with each other, because one person couldn't keep the bathroom clean. The bathroom was utterly filthy and an extreme biohazard, if I really described what I saw I would get reported for cyberbullying on Tumblr. And then there was Matt who lived across from me...
He was my stalker, he invited me into his dorm saying he had a whole bottle of some cheapo vodka to himself and that he wanted to share with me. Bloody Ruby Woo Dorothy's Slippers Scarlet Letter Red Flag, I declined his seedy offer. He would not stop bothering me after he invited me, I ignored him after that.
Matt would constantly get locked out! I was so scared one time he got locked out of his room, that he might push me in his room and do who knows what. Our dorm rooms had a tiny 4x4 hallway that had three doors, two leading to the actual room and one to the bathroom. He got locked out of his bedroom and I was so scared because there are no cameras in the room. They call it paranoid, I call it prepared.
He kept begging me to go out with him and I declined. I told one of my RA co-workers at the time about this. She was an art major, and lived on the lower levels of the building. She was a sister figure I was always trying to search for, a friend I was hoping to have. Her catchphrases was "You should pull your cards.! Bring your cards.!" She would always ask my tarot cards about her romantic woes. She slept with her resident(s). One of her resident's had a girlfriend who went to our rival school, the less diverse version of our school people swore was "better".
** My tarot card spread on my bed **
The same resident who had a girlfriend turned to me and asked me for my number... I declined. I told "Big Sis" that I was on Girl Code and I didn't want to talk to someone that my friend (Her) was messing around with. She laughed in my face and waved her hand dismissively.
She said that "There's no girl code."
I would always read her cards even though my ancestors did not like her and I ignored my intuition. I wanted a friend, I wanted to be liked.
End of Part 1 of Seven Stages of Becoming an RA...
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** So I wanted to cut it short here. I didn't want it to be a big wall of text. Let's take small chunks of this messy burger. Anyways here's songs that I've listen to during this time frame to make it more authentic. I'm going to at least post a few stories this week. But this blog will be updated every week with one new story.**
#grief#dealing with grief#loss#fear#regret#heartbreak#grieving#college#university#new jersey#drainer#drain gang#tarot#tarot cards#tarot reading#tarot deck#tarot witch#lasagna#Youtube
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Wip Whenever the Day of the Week!
So last week I finished two renders Woo! This week we have two new arts that I'm starting (4 technically but you know, just sharing the personal work) and some writing (I did share this to discord but I'll throw this in here too). Tagged by @paraparadigm @mareenavee and @friend-of-giants
If you wanna do it too then go ahead! Everyone's already shared by the time I get to mine (14 hours ahead, 24 behind XD).
Art First!
Relates to the fic I guess. It's fun, I draw birds! There's a time difference!
The rest is under the cut!
Now for writing.
So I power smashed out a chunk of a chapter from Teldryn's POV yesterday. He's waiting and he's bored and he's in his head, so is someone else. Some of you have already seen it, and some not. There's a fight scene that I'm, in the middle of which I'm not ready to show yet but have this.
The bastards took his keys. Both of them, right from his pack. The bastards just kept coming. The last two weeks had been truly unrelenting. He’d hit Sigrun’s men at the barrow, then near the Telvanni stronghold, some even managed to make it as far south as Fort Frostmoth after that woman from the Netch had cleared the entire place of ash spawn and undead. All by herself too, not a single guard had accompanied her according to Geldis. Though Teldryn was certain the old fool was exaggerating, that place was infested with those disgusting things. They regularly assaulted the Bulwark, each attack taking out more of Veleth’s guardsmen. Teldryn smiled to himself, he had his opinions on their competence, and it wasn’t flattering. He’d told Veleth as much during the last assault and was once again met with the old guard captain’s gruff indifference.
So, she was better than a few guards? Who cares?
He did, apparently. He’d been ruminating over their encounter for the last two weeks. He had made an utter fool of himself, completely blew it. Fuck! He actually stole from her! And he didn’t regret it either, she had good shit. Besides, he needed it more than she did… not to mention he was certain she was after him, the whole situation just didn’t add up. Gods, why was he thinking about this? Why did he care?
He fiddled with one of his rings under his gauntlet. The one with the misspelled engraving that he never bothered to have fixed and felt sick to his stomach. Guilty, he still felt guilty after all these years. He wanted to drown that feeling out again, but he couldn’t. Not yet, not when he was supposed to be watching the shore for more of Sigrun’s goons.
He was distracted again, he was always distracted. He wanted to pace, scratch at something, anything to get his mind off of him. Two hundred years and the pain still felt so raw. Does it ever end? He started fiddling with a loose thread on his scarf, unravelling it until a new hole was created. He’d fix it later if he remembered. Probably not. By Azura was he bored! The bastard said that his companions had set up again by Bloodskal Barrow again, but they weren’t there! He wanted that lizard that took his keys! By Boethiah he wanted his head on the end of his sword! His gauntlet caught alight; he was getting angry again. Good. Good. It was better than his perpetual wallowing. He was productive when he was mad, could get shit done! He threw the fireball that had formed at the ashen sand, it solidified under the intense heat. The cracking sound was awful but it was something.
He can’t sit still. His head felt itchy, and he ran a gauntleted hand through his hair. He needed to cut it, or at least shave the sides down again. He didn’t have his things. He needed his things!
Fuck where were they? Teldryn lay back hard, causing a small bloom of ash to raise around him. His hair fell in his eyes and he lazily brushed it aside. He stared up at the sky, it was now well past sundown, an aurora danced above, its green and violet symphony drowning out the stars. It was almost romantic if he would allow himself to think of such things. A bad idea.
So he tried to clear his mind and concentrated on the light lapping of waves on the shore. Those distant groans of netches further down the beach, the soft sound of booted footprints in the ashen sands.
Teldryn sat up to get a better look around, he could make out a figure about half a klick downwind of his position. Bonemold, one of Veleth’s boys on patrol? No, he’s too far away from town. He watched the lone guard as he sauntered along the shore. The guard sat on a log, his back facing Teldryn and pulled something out of a small sack that he couldn’t quite see. Food? Most likely. Teldryn felt his stomach growl and he fell back onto the sand. He’d forgotten to eat today, didn’t he? It was a habit he’d developed a long time ago. Easy when everything tastes like the ash of Red Mountain was swirled in a salty brine. It no longer brought him any joy. Still, his mouth watered. If those bastards didn’t show up soon he’d have to go bother Geldis again. He was out of food, he’d been out of sujamma for days as well. Gods was he craving that! Anything that could drown him out really. His fingertips itched and he pulled off his gauntlet with his teeth. It was that fucking ring again! It was too tight. It was never meant for him. It was his. He couldn’t get rid of it! By Azura had he tried, it was a part of him now. He should never have put it on! He held the ornate shape of it between his front teeth and gave it a light tug, relieving some of the pressure.
“Stop it!”
“No, you parasitic fuck!” Teldryn growled under his breath. He tugged again.
“That won’t work.”
“Try me!” he growled, yanking at it harder this time. The force hurt his teeth.
“Quit your incessant whining and listen.”
Teldryn stopped for a moment and listened. Chattering, no, no yelling! He glanced over towards the spot that guard should have been. He was on the ground, surrounded by three heavily armoured Nords, one pulling the sword from the guard’s back, but was unable to make it budge. Teldryn snorted, idiots. You stick a sword in that part of the armour and you’ll lose it. It was a quirk of design that he never quite understood, though it had been explained to him often enough.
“To your right.”
Teldryn moved his gaze away from the guard and towards the Barrow. A boat and several more armoured men hauling gear out of it.
Oh, it’s on!
Teldryn grinned wickedly and sprang to his feet. He pulled his discarded gauntlet back on and threw on his helmet, scarf and goggles hastily, he was itching for another fight!
#wip games#tag games#weekly wipings#My art#serious mistakes#teldryn sero#sydari aralen#skyrim#dunmer
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Top 22 of 2022
I've been meaning to do this before the end of the year for obvious reasons, but I just didn't have the chance until now! Thank you everyone who had tagged me, you all are so sweet
I apologize in advance, though. My memory sucks and my perception of time is broken sdjfjdhf
Part 1: Fandom Faves
01. Favorite new fandoms of the year: SPY x FAMILY, Demon Slayer
02. Favorite new ships since this year: SPYxFAMILY - Twiyor, Cynari, ScaraLumi - Genshin Impact
03. Favorite anime/TV show of the year: Extraordinary Attorney Woo, SPY x FAMILY, Pokémon Journeys
04. Favorite movie of the year: Hmm, I honestly don't watch many movies, so this one's hard... maybe Turning Red? Haha
05. Favorite character of the year: Scaramouche/Wandered, Tighnari - Genshin Impact. Uzui Tengen, Rengoku Kyojuro - Demon Slayer. Seo HyunSoo - XXX Buddy.
06. Favorite soundtrack of the year: One of my favorite soundtrack every year will always be Liyue OST - Genshin Impact!
07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year: sajkhfjdf this year I read lots of new Manhwas and also a few books. Some of my favorite manhwas were Define the Relationship, Perfect Buddy, Actually, I was the real one, Who made me a Princess?, Under the Oak Tree, Love so Pure (side story), Forget About My Husband, I'd Rather Go Make Money, The Marriage Business and mooore.
I didn't like the books I read this year that much, but I guess my favorite was Six Crimson Cranes. Also read some light novels and they were The Marriage Business and I'll be the Warrior's Mother.
08. Favorite game of the year: Genshin Impact and Obey me!
09. Highlight of this year to remember: March 7th when I went to Disneyland JSAFHJ
Part 2: Community Review
10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2022: Tickletober, my 2k milestone. @vqler and @dokidoki-muffin return aaaand... I think that's the most I can remember hahaah
11. Favorite fan art of the year: I have been blessed with so much fanart this year omg, some of my faves were this one, of course because it's the first time someone drew art for one of my fics!
Also this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, and this one, but honestly, there are so many aaaa
12. Favorite fic of the year: I read good fics this year, I can't choose, but definitely some of my faves are these beautiful fics I got from my dearest friends in my birthday and Christmas, here, here and here.
13. Favorite ask game of the year: The tickly alphabet, this one and the 3 sentence fic
14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger: Participating in Tickletober for the first time! I didn't finish all days, but I'm happy with the result haha. Also getting to finish my 2k milestone event!
15. My own best fic/post of the year: I think I wrote a lot this year, but one of my faves to write was this Koi ga Ochitara one because I've been wanting to write one with them for sooo long!
16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year: Probably not the "most", but this Mafuyu x Ritsuka x Yuki one?
17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected: Omg these three Tickletober fics because they don't have a large popularity in the community, but they got more attention that I expected!
Koi Ga Ochitara, Junai Drop Out, Sign
18. Something I changed on my blog since this year: I think I did write more this year, so that was nice!
Part 3: Next Year
19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year: I'd like to work on this little AU idea thingy I have been neglecting because I feel unsure to write and post, but we'll see!
20. Goals for next year: As for this blog... maybe getting into more fandoms to keep writing haha. Also, Ginny girl is trying to write less trash, but I'd like to keep collaborating with her, because I just love how well we write together aaaa
21. 2023 releases I look forward to the most: MAHOUTSUKAI NO YOME SEASON 2! Aaaand more Genshin updates and also Obey me cards that I can actually get LOL
Part 4: Spreading Love
22. Shoutouts to people who made my 2022 a better year:
Goodness, here comes the fun part haha:
@otomiya-tickles of course my sweetie girl precious baby boo. I already told you this, but thank you for making my 2022 a loooot better, thank you for your endless support and your love! You are the best and I'm so happy to talk to you every single day! You are so so talented and smart and amazing and I love you!
@ragewerthers my frieeeend, I always have so much fun talking with you! From just daily life activities to our endless hcs about our precious Toshi *teary emoji* you definitely did my 2022 a lot better too and I hope we can still talk lots this 2023!
@wertzunge Maaaax, I think this year we talked more than any other time haha, I'm happy we're both excited about Mahoutsukai no Yome sdbfhsdf I already said this to you, but I hope we get to talk some more this year as well! Thank you for your friendship!! (Also thank you for your kind support during commisions!)
@vqler @dokidoki-muffin we barely interact with each other BUT I wanted to say that you both are amazing and super talented people and I admire your abilities and your creativity and it's so so nice to have you back in the community! You both are GREAT and I get excited every time I see art from you both. Such talented people, let me give you a respectful kiss on your forehead.
@ticklystuff omg hi! I know we don't talk much, but I just wanted to say that I really like you and you are so so so so SO good at writing ome such talent! I love seeing you in my dash and seeing all the cool amazing stuff you write aaaaa I think of you every time I see Childe, no lies. Thank you for being amazing!
@happyandticklish Queen of writing. No words just admiration. Honestly, you are so so so GOOD. I wish I could write like you and you're so kind and amazing help askdjskf We've talked a bit before and I apologize for my awkwardness aaaaa Thank you for showing us all how cool you are and for being a cupcake!
@myreygn Reeeeey! I honestly get so so shy when you mention how you fangirled when I followed you back ahahaha, thank you for always being so supportive with me! You are amazing and I like chatting with yoouuu! I hope we get to talk some more during 2023!!
@thornoisdono Thank you for the generous support in kofi aaaaa, I love every single fic you requested and hopefully, you'll see them up in the next couple of days! Thank you!
@intheticklecloset @zeke-ism @lovelynim @xsezzie @bloominggiggles @ticklish-v-93 @soft-tk-fluff @chibimochii @nnainai @tickles-tea @looneytickles @tiredleekaz @ssnicker-doodless @spongeboblevel25 @justmaybee @itslittlegiggle @tiklart @lovelymessybubbly @italeean @ticklishfanart - whether we had talked before or not, I'm so thankful for you all! I love seeing and interacting with your content. You all are amazing and make my stay in tumblr so much better! I'd love to get to know you all more this year, but I'll be always be awkward, but I want you to know that you are some of my favorite blogs EVER.
#end of the year tag#top22of2022#this took me two hours to finish omg#it was really fun though#i can't believe it's 2023 already#i hope this year is better for all of us guys
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It's nearly the end of 2023, and... Hey, a lot has happened. I'll put most of it under the read more because there's a LOT to unpack this year, and if you're here to see the original posts for most of this art... surprise! Some of it was never posted! So no links will be provided to balance it out. All of my art is under the same tag though of "#drawings by me" so feel free to leaf through that on your own time.
To summarize the year, I learned (at the end of the year) that my temporary boss was overworking me for most of the year she was working there (yikes, but hey, I did agree to it and was able to... we'll say "keep up with the chaos" to keep it simple) but my permanent boss is, naturally, 1000% better. The side effect is... instead of December being a low month for drawing due to it being the busy month, almost every month is!
The new year should be better. I hope. On to the month summaries!
JANUARY - New D&D character refs made, Lixori as a rabbit (pictured). I didn't draw that much in january, but I claimed big ambitions of drawing more bunny girls. Sadly... I did not. Next year I'll sneak a few in here and there to make up for it - I do love drawing bunny girls (and guys especially) lol. Other than that... Year of the rabbit! Woo?
FEBRUARY - I... only drew this one image of perspective/mirrors practise with Irina and Axel. February was not busy. I was just really burnt out from the holiday season. It was... rough. Home life wasn't great, and I couldn't do much about escaping the frustrations during February anyway.
MARCH - The Existential Dread set in (pictured), my April Fools Day art, and a sketch dump. Yep! I drew my April Fools Day art in March! And early March at that! This month I had planned to take a vacation week riiiiight at the end of the month, but it got pushed back because the "new" staff member I was supposed to train didn't start until the end of the month. We'll get back to that.
APRIL - Sketches. The lineart pictured was never posted, but I cleaned it later (I think in... July or June?) but the sketch was dated back in April. Remember that vacation week that got pushed back to April? It's not riiiight after the first full week in May. Why? Because the staff member didn't know shit and needed more training. Fun fact: there's more to that story coming up.
MAY - Happy Birthday to me! I got my vacation (finally), and used the week to draw more D&D idiots before returning to work and... the "new" staff member ended up making a royal mess of things on my week off. She did not remain for much longer after that. Apparently she talks fondly about working for us, but by god, I have grey hairs. But this isn't a rant post, this is art! I... did NOT do much else in May. Not even a birthday art! For SHAME past me!! Although this month did give me an awesome new coworker (bless!) to replace a previous awesome coworker who moved back to their home city. We're both nerds. It's so funny.
JUNE - That Colour Wheel Meme from Twitter (pictured) and one half-assed drawing of Blaze in front of the pride month fire engine are all I have to show for this month, alongside cleaning up more sketches from back in April. My actual boss had returned and thank GOD. We - as in me, my nerd coworker, and our other coworker - are glad to have our boss back. She's fantastic. This month went by pretty well. But welcome to July, dumbass! It gets worse!
JULY - I forgot to do digital art this month. Why? Because all of my out-of-work time was spent working on doing Card Making craft packages for the clients. Sure, I loved doing it, but it was a LOT of work for not a lot of payoff. To be fair, I offered to cover the weekly groups for our volunteer who had been doing it up to that point before her two month vacation, so... hey! It's just for those two months, right?
AUGUST - Welcome to Burnout 2 (electric boogaloo), but I managed to fight it off by getting back into FNAF towards the end of July. Something about horror games really gets my brain in the good zone I want it to be in. This month I drew Eclipse (once) because of Ruin, this wonderful first draft of how I wanted my AU!Foxy to look, and then... I started work in on my FNAF Full Body Refs. Same as my D&D ones, only for my FNAF characters! I have the same refs for all my other OCs, may as well.
SEPTEMBER - If I told you I was only drawing FNAF and FNAF-related stuff this month, would you believe me? Because I did! I did the main characters for the portion of my FNAF!AU that I had figured out (SB and Ruin with a few extras from past games to fill out the roster), but other than that... Nope! Nothing else! I'm still redoing some of the old ones from back in September. My first batch of them (minus Bonnie, dunno what I was smoking when I made Bonnie bc he looks AWESOME) were a bit rough, so... New year problem for me.
OCTOBER - I did only one drawing and that was putting costumes on my full body references of the FNAF!AU guys! Whoops! I considered posting each character and info about them per day in October, but I just... didn't? Dunno why though, maybe I was just peanut-brained.
NOVEMBER - More FNAF! This time, the lineart/sketches I was doing on the side were all of my OCs, and the odd one was FNAF. Didn't post shit until the very end of the month though, mostly because I forgot to post essentially anything. Whoopsie!
DECEMBER - Yeah I've finished some of my sketches from November (and April), and have more to come. I'm redoing some of the FNAF Refs, and planning maybe in the new year to queue up posts for a while with info about each dude to sort of give insight into my AU to some degree... or... not make such grandiose plans.
Either way, my work schedule is destined to be much more normal come January, and I hope to be able to set aside a day or something to draw every week, because I love it so much. It's been a rough year! Thankfully didn't get Covid this year, but y'know... Maybe next year I'll get sick and be forced to take time off or something so that I can draw more.
Regardless, I'm typing this post up while now 6 minutes left to me leaving for work, so no proofreading for me! Any typos will remain forever.
Catch y'all later! You might see a new years' post from me, or one between now and 2024, but... don't bank on it.
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Ummmmm Idk if your still doing requests but Obi Wan and Cody chillin but Ahsoka and Anakin do something stupid and ruin the vibes
Ah, amazing and fun request, thank you! And excuse the wait, I forgot that three panels is like... 50% more work than two. Who'd have thought.
I've got the feeling that Ahsoka and Anakin would definitely make it Obi-Wan's business whenever they're squabbling.
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Don’t You Dare Say Goodbye
Summary: Being together for what feels like a lifetime, comes crumbling down on you and Bucky.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: ANGST (i mean look at the title), bleeding, cussing, death, fight scene and Endgame spoilers? (i feel like we’ve all seen it by now)
Word Count: 1K (a lil short but woo sadness!)
Prompt: “I will protect you with my life.”
A/N: This is the first Endgame fic I wrote because I pretend like it didn’t happen. I feel like this was a bit cliche (but fuck it). Thank you @stuckonjbbarnes for letting me join your Angst vs Fluff writing challenge. Also small thanks to my babes @thorfanficwriter and @lostinthoughtsandfeelings for helping me decide how to attack people with angst lol. Lemme know what y’all think of this (feedback is very much appreciated). If you wanna be tagged in my future works shot me a message and I’ll happily add you! Please ignore the minor mistakes in this lol.
Fighting in a battlefield with aliens didn’t seem like the craziest thing when you first joined the avengers. You fought aliens before and even robots for god's sake, but this time seemed different. Everything had changed after Thanos’ snap five years ago. Everyone was trying to find their way back to ‘normalcy’ but you couldn’t bring yourself to what was done. Your best friend sacrificed herself to help your team make everything right. She wanted you to be happy again. She hated seeing you not act like your normal self. Natasha knew that you needed to be with the one you loved the most.
Bucky.
Prior to the snap you fought alongside Steve in Berlin, when he and Tony had their little argument. Though when you had to fight against your best friend, with the help of Clint, both of you were trying to go a bit easy for one another. You and Nat were practically sisters when you first joined the team, the two of you glued to the hip. Each of you knew the consequences when you had to choose sides, but it didn’t matter because the two of you knew that in the end you both would still be best friends.
When you sided with team Cap you grew close with Bucky. He told you some stories about when he and Steve were younger. It was nice to hear about how they defended each other back in the day and how their friendship reminded you of yours and Nat’s. Slowly the two of you began to have feelings for one another and if Nat was with you she would have teased you hard, but Clint was there to do the job. You and Bucky shared more and more things about your past, interests, dislikes and etc.
Sam was the first to actually do something because he was so annoyed with the two of you constantly flirting with one another. He actually went out of his way to make dinner reservations for the two of you. While Bucky was peeved about what Sam did, he was very grateful. For what felt like ages in that fancy restaurant you and Bucky felt complete. You both felt like you were the only people in the world. No universe. You couldn’t even describe how you both were feeling at that exact moment, but you knew that you both were meant for each other.
Now here you were killing aliens left and right with your trusty dual ended glaive, which could be taken apart and turned into two combat blades. You were getting tired of fighting these stupid things. When you felt like you had lost hope and that Thanos had won again, you heard Steve yell something behind you. Pulling out of your blades from the dead alien you turned around. You saw all these portals and many people come out of them charging towards the aliens you were fighting. You first saw Sam fly right out passing Steve and you from above. Your heart was racing, your friends were back. That must mean.
Bucky.
You ran past people fighting off Thanos’ crew. You needed to find him. You held both your blades conjoining them back to your glaive. you fought past aliens and rushed over trying to find him. You pass Wakandan soldiers and those who practiced the magic or the mystic arts like that man Tony talked about when he went to Titan to fight Thanos. So many things were happening around you and you honestly didn’t know when or if you’ll find him. Then that’s when you looked eyes with the man you have been looking for. The man you wished wasn’t dusted by the mad titan. The man you knew you were gonna marry if things didn’t go to shit.
“Bucky” you gasped, staring at him with tears in your eyes. It was like your prayers had been answered. You both ran towards each other like something out of a romantic movie scene. Both of you rushing over to finally be together after being apart for what felt like eternity. The two of you weaved around the people who were fighting trying to get closer and closer. Just when you both were a few feet apart you felt like you were getting slower and Bucky seemed like he was still far from you.
You began to feel lightheaded and you knew for sure you were slowing down. Looking down, as you could feel your combat suit getting wet. Bringing your hand to the spot and lifting it up to examine it you saw crimson liquid. You looked back up to where Bucky was then you fell to the ground.
“Y/N!” he yelled, running as fast as he could to get to you dodging everything and everyone. Right when he got to you he fell to his knees pulling you onto his lap.
“Hey doll, you’re gonna be just fine.” he smiled at you as he brushed the stray hairs out of your face looking down at your wound. You smiled at him with tears in your eyes knowing that his comment wasn’t true. You knew that whatever wounded you had no way of recovery.
“I missed you so much Bucky.” you said with tears now falling. You raised your hand to caress his cheek wiping away the tears that escaped his eyes.
“I missed you too, but you’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna get you out of here and get you back in shape ok.” he cried looking into your eyes.
“Baby, I don’t think I’ll make it.” you whispered as he held you closer.
“No, you will.” he exclaimed. “Remember I promised I would take you to Coney Island where we would ride all the rides and have different types of fair foods.” he smiled recalling the thought. You nodded yes in response. “We were supposed to go on the ferris wheel and that’s where I would propose to you.” he sobbed reaching in his pocket and pulling out a ring. You were crying at the thought. “And your response would be you teasing me about how cheesy a proposal on a ferris wheel is.” he chuckled.
“You know me so well Bucky.” you sniffled and you brought your hand up to the ring. He slid it down your finger and held your hand. Looking back up to your face he saw you were growing paler and paler by the minute. He didn’t care about the entire fight scene that was happening before the two of you. All he cared about was you. He finally got back. He can finally hold you in his arms again, but this isn’t how he wanted it to be.
“Doll, stay with me. Don’t close those beautiful eyes.” he cried. You were slowly blinking and tried your best to stay conscious for what little time you had left. You needed to be there for one last time with Bucky.
“Bucky, you need to promise me that you help Steve and the others fight Thanos. You need to promise me that you will help everyone.” you began crying.
“Doll.” Bucky said, trying hush you.
“No, Bucky. Promise me that nobody dies when I go because I can’t part with the idea of another member of my team dying.” you sobbed staring at his blue eyes.
Shaking his head he said, “If you die now, then I die too. I will kill myself to stay with you.” Placing his hand on your cheek wiping your tears away. You shook your head as you weakly leaned into his touch.
“Bucky, stop.” you said as your voice began to shake. Your eyes watering as you squeezed his hand.
“I will protect you with my life.” Bucky whispered as he placed his forehead on yours closing his eyes.
“No, baby. I need you to keep everyone safe, please. Do this for me. I don’t know how long I have left, but I know that everything will be fine. I’ll be ok because Nat is waiting for me. She’ll be looking after me until we meet again.” you whispered as you could feel all your energy and pain slip away.
Bucky leaned back to stare at you. “No doll, don’t you dare say goodbye. Y/N! I LOVE YOU PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” he sobbed as he watched you getting physically weaker.
“I love you, Bucky.” you shed a tear as you said your final breath. Bucky stared down at your lifeless body, held you closer and tighter as he cried harder.
A/N: Sad right? Did I make you cry? because I did when I wrote this. Man I love writing angst it brings me joy...god it sounds like i have no heart. Anyways please lemme know what you think of this sadness!
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Art 265 (1)
Word Count: 1086
Summary: Steve and Sam join Bucky in his office for lunch.
A/N: I am FINISHED with college, I am TIPSY, and I am EXCITED to finally share this silly nonsense with you.
Reader Perspective
Steve paused outside the door for roughly half a second before letting himself into Bucky’s office, the disapproving look he received in response having no impact on him whatsoever.
“You’re not even going to pretend to knock first anymore? Just bust in here like you own the place?”
Steve raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“You’ve never knocked on my door in your life, so I don’t want to hear it.”
“Yeah, because I’m waiting for the day there’s actually something to walk in on. At the moment, the most scandalous and indecent thing you have in your life are those pants,” Bucky said with an accusatory point.
“They’re workout pants,” Steve said defensively, settling into the chair across the desk from Bucky. “You’re the one who claims he can’t possibly delay lunch an extra twenty minutes for me to go back to my office after yoga to change.”
As if suddenly remembering all the texts he sent about starvation, Bucky hopped up from his seat to rummage in the mini fridge in the corner, flinging Steve’s lunch box at him over his shoulder before claiming his own sandwich of alarming proportions.
“I think you’re teaching them more about anatomy than yoga, pal.”
“They’re not that tight! They’re not even yoga pants. They’re joggers.”
“Jogging everyone’s memory of high school health class,” Sam said as he came through the door.
“Alright, that one was pretty good,” Bucky said begrudgingly over Steve’s groan while Sam reached into the mini fridge for his lunch. “Almost makes me feel guilty.”
Sam shot him a suspicious glare, expression melting into resignation when he saw the bite taken out of his apple.
“Seriously? Why.”
“Rent for the fridge space.”
“Why are we even friends,” Sam grumbled as he claimed the last free chair by a sulking Steve.
“Because you are the only psych professor that you like,” Bucky answered with a triumphant smile.
“They’re fine. They’re just a bunch of nerds.”
“Sure. How many hours did you spend trying to convince me to build robot wings for you?”
“You’re the one who asked for independent research ideas. Not my fault you don’t have the talent to deliver objectively awesome inventions.”
Steve’s sanity was saved when his phone gave a soft chime, Bruce’s name lighting up the screen. He was halfway through his reply when Bucky cleared his throat pointedly.
“Respect the no texting rule, Rogers.”
Steve looked up with a deadpan expression, maintaining eye contact while continuing to type his response.
“Who’s that, your fan club asking for private lessons?”
“An art emergency? Someone use the wrong shade of blue?”
“No, assholes. Bruce is asking about my teaching schedule for next semester.”
“I thought you guys already settled on your class time,” Sam said with a raised brow that twitched back down in annoyance when Bucky slapped the tabletop.
“I swear to God, Steve... You know I love you, but if he bails on you, I’m not standing in for him again. I don’t get paid enough to let undergrads stare at my ass for two hours a week.”
“More like these poor undergrads pay too much in tuition to be subjected to your ass in spandex,” Sam corrected, grinning victoriously while Steve laughed.
A new text alert sounded before Bucky could retaliate, drawing everyone’s attention back to the phone. Steve didn’t say anything at first, frowning thoughtfully down at the screen until Bucky flung a chip in his direction.
“Uh, one of his friends in the English department is trying to start a new course. She needs a partner from the Art department to get it approved.”
“Is it Y/N?” Bucky asked, leaning forward in his seat with a suspiciously eager smile.
Steve’s eyes flickered back down to his screen.
“Yeah. Do we know her?”
“Say yes, Steve.”
“Wh-”
“Less talking, more typing. Say yes before she finds someone else. Don’t give me the stubborn chin; just trust me on this.”
“Fine, but no more taking rent from our lunches. And if this goes badly -”
“It won’t go badly. Seriously, she’s amazing.”
“Is this the old lady who makes you lemon bars?” Sam asked. “Or is this a woman you’re trying to date?”
“The lemon bar lady is Sue, and I would die for her,” Bucky corrected.
Steve typed his reply to Bruce, trying not to fantasize about said lemon bars. Bucky wasn’t exaggerating. Steve would take a bullet for Sue the Lemon Bar Lady.
“So how do you know someone in the English Department? That building is across campus from here,” Sam pushed.
“I’m cute, and people like talking to me.”
“It’s definitely not that. Try again.”
“Alright, look, so remember that one night I stayed really late in my lab trying to fix this damn prosthetic? I canceled my morning class the next day and came in late. She was heading up the steps right in front of me, and I immediately knew I needed to meet this woman. And she was headed for the labs, and I hadn’t been down there in a solid 12 hours anyway, so I kind of… followed her down there.”
In the brief pause Bucky took, he was hit by three chips and a gel pen.
“Buck, that’s creepy!”
“You can’t just follow random women into basements, man!”
“It was noon on a Tuesday! Relax, will you? And she wasn’t alone anyway. Turns out she was going to see Stark, and I… know him kinda, so. I invited myself in there. We had a nice chat. She’s cool.”
Sam and Steve stared incredulously at Bucky for several long moments until Bucky began to shift uncomfortably in his seat.
“Look if you had seen the dog you would have understood. I needed to pet it, okay?”
“The dog? What dog?”
“She has a dog! Big fluffy mess of sunshine and love. Her name is Faucet.”
“Faucet?” Sam repeated.
“Bucky did you just have me commit to a semester with a stranger because you like her dog?” Steve asked slowly.
“Her name is Faucet. Have some respect,” Bucky said, pointing at Steve. “ And no. Y/N is also kind of awesome, and she’s pretty cute too. You’ll like her.”
“I hope not.”
Sam gasped, leaning forward and reaching across the desk to grab at Bucky.
“Could she be the one? To break the Great Dating Embargo?”
“Only time will tell,” Bucky said solemnly.
Both he and Sam turned evaluative stares on Steve who rolled his eyes in exasperation before turning to leave the office.
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Woo! Who’s excited? I know this was just silly banter, but it made me happy to write, so I hope it made you happy to read. For those of you who have read chapter 2 of the reader’s perspective, what are you looking forward to about Steve’s side?
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Stolen - 22
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader
Content: Jealousy, awkwardness, circumventing the truth, shift in emotions, still pining.
A/N: Not my best writing, so have some HUGS as compensation! Remember to be kind to yourself. Ask or reblog for tag ;)
22. Cruci-fiction in Space
... Loki ...
Nearly a week has passed where the mortal has either studied theoretical magic or been wandering around the palace with her "servant" in tow in the hope of establishing a sense of direction. Hopefully soon, she can roam freely in search of socialization which in turn will result in information and allies.
Today, they're sitting in one of the gardens, [Y/N] with a heavy book in lap and furrowed brows while Loki simply enjoys the smell of the grass as they sit side by side on the bench. Odd, he muses, to be comfortable with someone in silence like this. As much as it entertains the Jotun to tease the woman – and as much as he lusts for her – it seems impossible to ever tire simply of watching her. He finds her breathtaking in the candlelight as she sits and talks about her new knowledge, and she is stunning now as the sun highlights an infinity of shades in her hair and the eyes squint towards the written pages. Sometimes, the plump lips free a mumble (most often a foreign word), capturing Loki's attention and binding it.
"Ah, here you are, lady [Y/N]!"
The loud interruption startles the lady in question but she smiles as soon as Fandral emerges from behind a lilac bush, carelessly breaking a cluster of flowers off to present her with. Gah! Sickening. But of course the Midgardian plays her part and inhales the sweet scent.
"Have you been searching for me, lord Fandral?"
"My entire life."
Groooaaaan! Playing the silent part, Loki has to bite his cheek from betraying his thoughts.
"Prince Thor has returned to Asgard," the blond man explains, "which means there will be a grand feast tonight his lengthy absence...I was hoping you would accompany me?"
She will not!
"Gladly." [Y/N]'s smile hasn't wavered for a second since the suitor's arrival. "Only...I must have completed this chapter before then..."
"Say no more! I shall leave you to your studies, happy with the promise you have given me."
Yes, run away, scoundrel! Oh, Loki hates not being free to go in his old friend's stead and the burning jealousy has no relation to the reason for the feast. But for the Warriors Three to side with our cause...I'll suffer through it.
... Reader ...
You have to admit: it feels amazing to have a man straight up woo you like in the romance novels you sometimes used to read. It's flattering. And a welcome distraction considering your life has turned into a tight rope act.
It's with your nerves on the sleeves, you enter the great hall and the cacophony of merriment – even if dinner isn't served yet, most Asgardians have already found something to drink and constantly do so to each others' health when they meet friends or at least anyone they care enough about – above all of which a new voice booms. Zeroing in on the sound, you spot Thor next to Fandral and the rest of Sif’s gang.
Unsure what to do, you take your time weaving between people before you halt a good ten yards away. I could...or maaaybe...but if I walk over...nah...The train of thought isn't exactly coherent as you silently debate what to do. Sif, Volstag, well all of them have become sort of acquaintances over the course of the week you've stayed in Valhalla and you wouldn't hesitate interrupting them if need be. But now? That's Loki's brother. And you don't believe the God of Mischief when he claims he "has no care" or says "he is and never was my brother". If only they could get a chance to talk...oh.
Sudden inspiration spurs you on and with head held high you march straight up to Fandral. "This time I found you first, my lord."
"Lucky me!"
Perhaps the sensation of Thor scrutinizing your face is pure imagination at first, still the moment you’re officially introduced to him, those blue eyes light up with understanding and he grabs your shoulders so suddenly your knees almost buckle.
“[Y/N]! From New York? I knew it!” Whether or not you’re supposed to answer remains a mystery as he pulls you into a rib-crunching hug. “Lady Aïsha came to us, claiming my br-Loki had abducted you, but we had nothing but her word to go on...no clue where he would have taken you if it were true...”
Managing to tap out of the muscular arms, a sharp edge of guilt burns through you at the idea of your neighbour having gone to the Avengers for help. And getting none. Last you saw her, she’d been soaked in her own blood on your living room floor. Alive, yes, and most likely traumatized after having been killed by a god and resurrected by a supposedly normal girl.
“How is she?”
“Aïsha? Fine. Mr. Stark saw to it that she was given the assistance needed.” The prince’s brows wrinkle as he look you over (slightly crumbled now but obviously in good condition). “And I find you in good health, even studying the arts of magic under my dear mother’s tutelage...how have you come to be here?”
Thor is not the only one staring at you for answers, and you don’t really blame Fandral or his friends as you haven’t exactly told them where you come from. Sif glares with obvious distrust while the men, in particular the blond admirer, seem curious more than anything else.
Use the truth. “Loki had hoped to use my abilities in some scheme or other...” You allow a sigh to underline the past tense. “But...as it turns out, I wasn’t able to do that and he left...at least he didn’t kill me. Since then, I’ve tried to make my way to safety and I consider myself lucky to have wound up here.”
“And I have it on good authority lady [Y/N] is excelling at her studies,” Fandral beams, fingers carefully skimming your back.
Any hope of getting to talk with Thor about his brother or events back on Earth are quickly dashed as the prince is called away, his attention constantly shifting as noble Asgardians nearly stand in line for a chat or whatever semi-immortals do.
The four friends carry on their usual partying with only a few odd questions about your past interspersed through the conversation. Fandral lets no opportunity slip by to court you, his hands often straying to brush away stray hairs from your cheek or simply touch your arm, shoulder, or back which sends uncomfortable shiver running along your spine.
It’s possibly the longest feast in history (at least as far as you know). Unable to relax, and forgoing the sweet mead, you’re grateful when it finally becomes late enough for you to say goodnight without coming off as rude.
“Allow me to walk you to your chambers, m’lady.” Fandral is already on his feet, offering a hand to help you up.
Ugh, no, not now. “That’s very kind...though I do believe I need some solitude.” Four pairs of eyes bore into you, silently demanding justifications for the wish. “A lot is on my mind...speaking with Prince Thor has brought back memories...”
“Say no more, sweetling,” Fandral’s assurances nearly make you gag, “but know that if ever an open heart or a listening ear is what you need: I’m there.”
Sif actually rolls her eyes behind his back. Maybe I can get her sympathy that way? Rather than commit to anything, though, you say goodnight once more and finally extract yourself from the noisy hall.
It’s blissfully quiet in the halls of Valhalla. Here and there, a guard dressed in the pompous, golden armour – Loki keeps calling them Einherjar – stands in brooding silence. They don’t interfere anymore after Queen Frigga officially welcomed you to the court and as extension placed you under their protection.
I’m like a princess in a fairy tale.
Almost magically, you’ve managed to recover a good mood by the time you close the chamber door behind you. Then you turn and find Loki standing, glaring at you with his arms crossed and red shimmer in the perfect eye.
Pulling back the lips to reveal white teeth, he sneers, “Enjoying the company tonight?”
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30 Questions About Me
THANKS FOR THE TAG @bugaboo-n-bananoir ILY!!!!
(Nick)name: Cadence
gender: cis female
Star sign: Pisces
Height: uhhhhh I am not sure, it’s taller than 5ft at least
Time: night! (Well I wrote most of this last night, but now it’s the evening of the next day!)
Birthday: well I’m a Pisces, so my birthday is between Feb 19th and march 20th!
Fave band/group: Pentatonix! Or For King and Country. Or the piano guys, the vitamin string quartet, Voctave.....also Phineas and the Ferbtones👌
Fave solo artists: I really like Lauren Daigle, and Jackie Evancho used to be my FAVE. Aaand idk if this counts but Michael Giacchino! love his scores, especially the score for Inside Out. There’s also this guy called Clay Kramer on YouTube who makes KK Slider covers of popular music, his stuff gives me so much seratonin😅
Song Stuck in my Head: Well I’m listening to music rn and “I’m Me” from Phineas and Ferb is on so I’ll say that! (I’ll revisit this one when I finish the list and update it with whatever song i’m listening to/is stuck in my head then) (ok the music has since been turned off and now I have “Status Quo” from High School Musical stuck in my head so! There ya go!) (now it is the next day, and I’ve got “when the party’s over” stuck in my head...i think these three songs are an accurate reflection of my taste in music🤣)
Last Movie: uhhhhh oh yeah, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice! It was SO GREAT because Jay Baruchel plays the main character (and the main character is super awkward), so I felt like I was watching Hiccup from the How To Train Your Dragon franchise learn magic and it was GLORIOUS. And also Nicholas Cage is great. And I liked the love interest in the movie as well!! She had a role to play in the story and felt authentic and genuine, which I appreciated!
Last Show: ok well the last show I watched by myself was Phineas and Ferb! Specifically, the episode with the Mardi Gras block party and then the one where Candace and Stacy compete in an obstacle course against Isabella and Ginger (omg wAIT ginger and Stacy are sisters and Isabella and Candace are GOING to be sisters mY HEART I—AH🥺). I hadn’t watched those episodes in forever, so they were really fun to revisit! I think the last actual show I watched was Kids Baking Championship or something, lol. (Those kids are AMAZING. So skilled!)
When i created this blog: November 2019! It was riiiight after the season 3 finale of miraculous aired and absolutely wrecked my emotions. I had some fanfic written that I’d never posted and had been thinking about making a tumblr/ao3 for awhile, and seeing the finale made me finally go, “.....you know what, yeah. The finale is aired, no more spoilers.....it’s time to make a blog.” So I did! And I posted my first fic! And I’m so happy i did :)
What Do I Post: a bunch of multi fandom stuff XD. This blog started off as 90% Miraculous, 10% other fandoms I like...but now it’s just kind of a hodgepoge of my favorite fandoms (with a focus on Phineas and Ferb, lol). I reblog a lot of posts, and then I post original stuff too! I write fanfic, nowadays for Phineas and Ferb but for Miraculous in the past (and probably in the future!), I draw art (mostly Phinabella art because I’ve been drawing them since i was 11 and it feels good to return to my roots), and OCCASIONALLY I will write an analysis post (I’ve got one in the works rn actually 👀), attempt to make a meme, or dip my toe into salt just SLIGHTLY before quickly backing away, lol. If I were to list the fandoms I post about in the order of how frequently I post about them, I’d probably say: Phineas and Ferb, Miraculous....and thennnnn everything else is pretty random and depends on the day, lol.
Last thing i googled: Jay Baruchel 😂. Couldn’t remember how to spell his last name!
Other blogs: this is my only blog! Sometimes I think about making a separate blog for my art and writing, but I am not sure if I should or not....maybe I will someday, but idk. I also have an AO3 for fanfic and an Instagram for art! All are under the name “authenticcadence18.”
Do I get asks: sometimes, yeah!! Sometimes I reblog ask games/prompts and get some asks for those (I’ve got so many prompts in my inbox I want to write/draw things for...ah it’s fine, I’ll get to it eventually😅), and sometimes lovely people will leave thoughts or nice messages in my inbox🥺💕. I’ve got a specific tag for all those nice messages so I can read back over them whenever I need a boost!
Why this url: it’s a music pun! When a song/section of a piece of music ends with a dominant chord resolving to a tonic chord (if you’ve read a certain fic of mine you should know allll about dominant and tonic chords👀🤣), it’s called an authentic cadence! There are different kinds of cadences, and authentic ones are my favorite. One example of this is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” I also use this blog to be my authentic, fandom-loving self! So I like authentic cadences, and also, I’m Cadence and using this blog to be authentic! Woo! (And 18 is just my favorite number, lol) I’m glad I ended up choosing a name that doesn’t tie to a specific fandom becaaaaaause this ended up being a multi fandom blog!
Following: 232!!
Followers: 292!!! (THANKS SO MUCH Y’ALL ILY 💕)
Average amount of sleep: wellllll for the past week and a half I was sick so I was probably getting 9ish hours a night (because I would sleep in really late, lol). but NOW? In my immediate future? I suspect my average amount of sleep is going to go down because I’m really bad about staying up late even when I have to get up early😅. Hoping to be good about getting at least 7ish hours a night!
Lucky number: 18! But y’all probably already guessed that, lol.
Instruments: my voice, piano, ukulele, viola (but it’s been a HOT minute), aaaand i used to be able to play guitar but then I got a ukulele and forgot all the guitar chords. (I also dabble in songwriting! I primarily use voice and piano when writing music.)
What I’m wearing: my favorite sweatshirt (that was last night, rn I have on a tanktop), some leggings, and socks!
Dream job: I’m currently learning to be a teacher, and I LOVE teaching and working with kids so that is definitely a job I’m really excited about!!! I would also love to portray characters at Disney or something (well, maybe not at Disney because I hear they’re strict, but like....I want to be Rapunzel or Anna or something, that would be so fun). OR, I would LOVE to work in tv animation somehow, be it voice acting, writing scripts/music, and/or story boarding. basically if I could do what Dan and Swampy did for Phineas and Ferb/Milo Murphy’s Law, I would LOVE THAT. (Especially the writing music part. Getting to write music for established characters and get PAID for it would be SO COOL.!.!.!) Also I think it would be so fun to write Disney storybooks! Like, those books that are about Cinderella baking a cake or Ariel befriending a seahorse, stuff like that. Those brought me a ton of joy as a child!
Dream trip: I want to visit alllll the Disney parks someday😅. (Not right now because, ya know, Covid...but someday!)
Fave food: uhhh i really like pizza. And popcorn. Also hummus and guacamole!
nationality: American
Fave songs: “Times” by Tenth Avenue North; “Can’t Help Falling in Love” (I made an entire playlist of just this song when I first started writing my fic of the same name, so I like the original and a ton of covers of it!), “Show Yourself” from Frozen II, “What Might Have Been” from Phineas and Ferb (and lots of other songs from that show, i made a whole post about that once but I can’t find it, oof); “Rescue” by Lauren Daigle; “Thank You” by Pentatonix; “I See the Light” from Tangled; “Your Hands” by JJ Heller; “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran.....i like a loooot of songs so this is just the tip of the iceberg, but I think that’s good for now, LOL! (As soon as I post this I’m going to remember another song I love, lol)
last book: I got the book Unbirthday for Christmas! It’s basically Disney’s Alice in Wonderland, but if she’d never gone to wonderland and things went horribly wrong there. (I think, I’m not that far into it yet, lol)
Top 3 fictional universes I’d love to live in: 1. DANVILLE, PLS. Especially as a kid, I SO would’ve loved to hang out with Isabella and Phineas and the rest of the gang! Danville is so vibrant and unique and people are always randomly breaking into song there, that’s my kind of place! 2. Fairytopia (from the Barbie movies!) because I could be a fairy OR a mermaid OR BOTH and eat seeweed to breathe underwater even if I wasn’t a mermaid. Like, that’s the dream right there. (I’ve always loved mermaids and fairies, lol!) 3. Maybe San Fransokyo from Big Hero 6? All of the technology in that universe is really cool! And I would love to eat a noodle burger, lol .
Oh! That’s the last one! Wow! This was so FUN!!!!!!! Thanks again for the tag, Maddy!!!! :)
I’ll taaaag @sketchy-panda @macaronsforchat @simplynewyorkbound @inkjackets and anyone else who’d like to do this! (And pls don’t feel pressured to play at all, or answer all of the questions! I was definitely vague with a few of my answers, lol)
#long post#cadence rambles#tag game#this was so funnnnn!#i also got your other tag maddy🥺#going to get to that post soon!
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f2l with Song Mingi♡
Pairing: Mingi X Reader
RoommateAU, (and like High SchoolAU in the beginning and kinda CollegeAU?)
Tags: cursing, shitty attempts at comedy, fluff, kinda sorta suggestive?, ig drug use and drinking?(booze and weed)
Words: 2.5k
A/N: Okay so, this is my first bullet scenario thing? and its weird...like this is so weird but I tried XD it ended up this weird mix between bullet scenario and oneshot fic and i-
...............all I can do is practice and try to get better but yeah. SO HERES THIS :D (im srry don hate me T-T)
-Finding Your Best Friend-
this bb would be the best-est friend you would have in this world
probably why you fell for him in the first place, but let's not get to ahead of ourselves
you guys met freshman year of high school
your guys' mutual friend Yunho is really the reason why
you just moved to town, and since said town was small, it was clear to you that everybody knew everybody else
you felt pretty lonely on the first day because of that
second day of freshman year is where is all started to come together
you were looking for a nice spot to sit and have your lunch outside because you didn't want to look like the weird loner person eating by themselves in silence
you found a pretty spot under a big tree near the track field, you put a random cool cake making tutorial on your phone and ate your lunch
the video was at a part where they were placing intricate designs in frosting all over the cake when you hear "Whoa, that is so cool!"
you jump about 3 feet in the air and immediately gather up your phone and get up to spin around to see who interrupted your quiet time
a young man, not sure his grade, with peach colored hair and a worried expression on his face, raises his hands in a surrender pose
'okay but what the hell was he doing, watching my phone behind the tree?'
well reader, we'll never know
"I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to scare you that bad! Really, I am so so so sorry!"
you, still in shock, just nod at him
now you're both just standing in front of each other
not saying anything
....well
this is awkward
"I-I'm Yunho...by the way."
you clear your throat, not sure why, nervous habit
"[Y/N].."
"So, uh... Haven't seen you around here before.."
once you explained you were new, and new to the town in general. There was no escape.
you were now best friends with the giant teddy bear and there was nothing you could do about it
yunho immediately took you under his wing and showed you around the campus. Then the town itself after school was out.
but Ro this seems to be turning into a yunho x reader fic/ bullet scenario
stfu I'm getting there
what did this turn into even
so now you and Yunho are bffs
enter giant teddy bear 2.0
you and yunho are hanging out at lunch, it's become a usual for the past two weeks
and Yunhos other bff is becoming sus about why Yunho hasn't been eating with him at lunch or doesn't seem to have as much time after school for him
that's when giant teddy bear 2.0 (if you don't know that its Mingi then idek-) finds his bestie with some random chick
a really adorable random chick
"So this is where you have been?"
you and Yunho start, not expecting someone to find your guys' spot
Also, deja vu, amiright?
"Oh, hey Mingi!" Yunho greets the tall dirty blonde haired teddy bear
And you're totally not sitting there thinking, 'holy shit, he is...wow.'
and that's how it all started
he stayed and introduced himself and you hit it off just as well as you and yunho did
maybe even better..
he started showing up everyday, at the what was dubbed 'The Cool Kids Spot™️' by you all, with yunho
even tho we all know you guys were NOT the cool kids
then it went to him being at the spot before everyone showed up
so he could see you first
then it turned into him meeting you up after class so you both could grab your food together and meet up Yunho at The Spot™️
before you could even realize it, he became your person
you were the first person he ran up to and hugged after him and Yunhos dance group took home 1st place at a competition
he was the first person you called when you were told that your poem won an award
you were the person he'd come to if he needed any kind of advice
and he was the first person you went to if you needed to get out of your head or your anxiety was getting to you
the high school years went by so fast
a lot changed
but what never changed was Mingi, he may have grown
and damn he grew
but he was your constant (and yes, yunho too, we can't forget yunho bro)
-Knowing They're The One-
high school came and went
Mingi and Yunho were accepted by a prestigious performing arts school
you, however, were going to just a regular college
luckily, both schools weren't terribly far from each other
which is why, instead of suffering in dorms, you and Mingi decided to get a apartment together, not far from both schools
yunhos ass stayed with his parents because they live like right next to the school, lucky hoe
you all still make time for each other
but you and Mingi prefer to stay in, order takeout and watch random stuff on YouTube
whenever you or Mingi went out it was always together (unless it was classes)
Grocery shopping? Together. Doctors appointment? Together. Girls night? Together. Guys night? Together.
"So, you must be suffering right now" his friend Yeosang said to him on a rare guys night that didn't involve you.
Mingi looked at Yeosang perplexed, ignoring whatever Wooyoung was talking to him about
"What are you talking about?"
"You and [Y/N] are literally always together, the fact she isn't here surprises me."
Mingi laughed. "We're not always together."
A cacophony of "LIES" and "BULLSHIT" filled the air as all of Mingi friends called him out on his bullshit
Mingi could feel his face heating up
"W-well, so what if we are! Were best friends AND roommates."
"And lovers~" his friend San whispered in his ear from behind and laughed, dancing away before Mingi could hit him
"We're not together!" Mingi exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
"But you want to be."
Mingi turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was Yunho, leaning against the entrance of the kitchen everyone was gathered in
He was looking at Mingi with a smirk
Mingi knew Yunho knew how he felt about you
and not because he told him
well...he kinda did
FLASHBACK TIME
it was your guys' high school graduation
more specifically, the night of, and you were all partying and yunhos house
celebrating the fact that you all were officially adults now
lol you thought
and what better way to celebrate that than with underage drinking
be safe kids, don't drink irresponsibly
and Mingi. Got. Wasted.
by the end of the night, he was crying (and maybe puked once or twice...) in Yunhos arms about how beautiful you were, and how amazing and talented you were
wouldn't shut up about how soft and perfect you feel in his arms when he hugs you or vice versa
"She is my soulmate." After every other sentence mentioning how perfect you are
but wait, where were you while Mingi was crying and puking you ask?
That night you met Yeonjun, who is now one of your closest friends
at first, a friend of Wooyoungs, who you all became friends with junior year, along with his best friend San
Yeonjun, who went to a different school across town, was invited along by Woo and San
you and Yeonjun hit it off so well, drinking and laughing, and talking about how much he loves his boyfriend Soobin, and maybe you drunkingly going on about how amazing Mingi is
however, Mingi didn't know Yeonjun
and what he saw that night was you, enjoying your time with someone who wasn’t him, laughing at jokes that weren't his, hanging all over someone who could never know you as well as he did (and that totally wasn't the reason that Mingi drank like 2 bottles of straight vodka, not at all)
and at that moment
he knew
he fucked up
he was in love with you
OKAY END OF FLASHBACK
Mingi wasn't sure what to say
he could deny it sure, but he knew it was useless
not after every person in the room gave him a knowing smirk after Yunhos comment
“She doesn't-”
“Oh, whatever. you guys are literally already a couple. And dont even try to deny that. If she was here right now, she’d probably be on your lap and you two would be sitting in some corner of the house whispering some weird drunk lovey shit to each other.”
well...
Mingi really didn't have a argument for that
that night he came home sober
but you didn't know that until months later when he told you he wasn't actually drunk
anyways when he got home you were sitting in the living room
music playing away on YouTube while you type away on your laptop
you didn't hear him come in, softly singing along to the song under your breath
he stood there for a moment and just..looked at you
your hair was a mess
you had on the same clothes as yesterday
probably haven't done a skincare routine in months
you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life
he felt so much love swell in his chest
hes known it for a while now but at that moment all that was going on in his head was
“That’s my soulmate. I love her. I love her so much.”
“Hey.”
he wasn't sure if he had said it loud enough but apparently he had because you flinched and turned to see who the ‘intruder’ was
“Oh, Mingi! Shit, you scared me...” you laughed. “How was guys night?”
He made his was over to sit on the couch as you told him how your paper was coming along and then waited for him to answer your question
he sat for a good minute not saying anything
“Mingi?”
he looked at you
“you okay hun?” you asked, placing your hand on his cheek
and then he kissed you
it was so quick, you had no time to register that it was happening at all
and he left just as quickly
slamming the door to his bedroom and leaving you flustered and panicked
-So....Lovers?-
the morning after the kiss was the most awkward moment that you and Mingi had ever had
luckily it didn't last long at all
you two were silent, awkwardly making breakfast
then Mingi busted out with “Man, I’m so hungover! I barely remember anything from last night!”
“Do...do you remember anything from when you came home?”
“No, to be honest, I don't even remember coming home...”
-cue forced laughter-
-cue Mingi not trying to be disappointed when you looked relieved-
he asked you if anything happened and tried not to feel sad about the fact you were going on about how nothing happened and he just came home and went to bed
why wouldn't you mention the kiss? maybe everyone had it wrong, you didn't feel the same. why else would you avoid it?
but everything went back to...normal
you two would cuddle every night on the couch
you showed up to every guys night like usual
(there may or may not have been more knowing smirks thrown Mingis way)
he showed up to the rare girls nights you'd have with your (like 2) girlfriends
(they literally just consisted of everyone chilling in some secluded spot and sparking up a blunt or two and bull-shittng)
but everything wasn't normal
because even though it lasted 0.0002 seconds long
Mingi cannot stop thinking about that kiss
neither can you for that matter
that's when you confided in your bestie Yeonjun
who knew all about your love for your other bestie
you went to Yeonjuns one Saturday afternoon without mingi
its been a month since the kiss and Yeonjun is only disappointed in the fact that you didn't tell him sooner
his solution was simple, just tell him how you feel
its so god damn obvious he feels the same
but who are you to do the simple thing right?
so what do you do?
you go with Soobins idea
and :) you:) go:) on:) a:) blind:) date:) with one of soobin and yeonjuns friends:)))))))
well
at least you were supposed to..
the night comes when you were supposed to meet at a nice cafe with their friend Beomgyu
you. were. lookin. FIRE BABY
slaayyyyy
you were in the kitchen grabbing your keys
and maybe prolonging the fact that your going out with someone who isn't MIngi
when Mingi walked out to heat himself up a noodle cup
and maybe one for you too because he didn't think you were going anywhere and was going to ask if you wanted to chill in his room and play mario kart
his jaw DROPPED when he saw you
he felt like he was just kicked in the gut, all breath left his lungs
and he may or may not have gotten an instant boner but-
he cleared his throat to get your attention
“You look...nice.” wow, Mingi, smooth
“O-oh, thanks, um... ill be back later okay?”
when Mingi asked where you'll be going and you said you had a blind date, he swears to this day he blacked out for a moment
next thing he knew he had you pushed against the counter
“Mingi-”
“No.”
“w-what..”
“You don't have a date.”
“But I do-”
then his lips were pressed against yours
and unlike the first, this one lasted a hell of a lot longer than 0.0002 seconds
it wasn't fireworks or butterflies or a sudden realization of unconditional love
it was rough and messy and filled with so many emotions including relief that your love for each other can finally blossom
you didn't say a word to each other when you parted
you stared at each other for a while, panting with big smiles on your faces
once your breathing returned to normal you gently pushed him back so you weren't pressed against the counter anymore
“I’m going to change in PJ's.”
Mingis smile lit up his whole face. “But I thought you had a date..”
“No, I don't.” you kissed his cheek and left to change.
-YES LOVERS FINALLY-
so you guys never really sat down and were like ‘hey so are we...?’
because you both knew you just....were
after that night you guys started acting like you had been dating for months
it was just like before
because of course, like always, Yunho was right
you guys already acted like you were dating
now kisses and a lot more were added to the mix
which just made everything 1000x better
everyone knew it was just a matter of time
you loved waking up to his arms wrapped around your waist and him softly snoring in your ear
he loved waking up to you peppering kisses all over his collar bones and neck
your loved bloomed♡
A/N pt2: Im sorry if the end seems so rushed as well, I started running out of steam and my mind blanked but I didn't want to prolong this and never post it...like i do with everything...
Thank you for reading!
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Anon 1 said:
Hi, I'm looking for a fic where Bucky is a familiar and Steve is a witch. Bucky had been captured by a wizard that kept him as a source of magic. He escapes as a cat and runs into Steve, who takes him in under the impression that that he's a stray. Eventually he turns back into a human and, long story short, they fuck and live happily ever after. Thank you for your help!
Anon 2 said:
Hey! So, I've been looking for this fic for almost a year now, and I've had no luck in finding it. Here's what I remember: Natasha and Tony watch either live video or audio feed of Stucky having sex, and they both get turned on. Natasha leaves before Tony does, and at the end of the fic, Steve says something along the lines of "I know you're there, Tony". I wish I could I could remember more details, but it's been a while... I really, really hope you can find it. Thanks for the help!
shinsouaizawa said:
Hi, I’m looking for a fic where Steve takes Bucky to the MoMA after the events of tws and Bucky sees a Rothko painting and he gets real emotional about it? I can’t find it and would love some help. Thanks!
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definemathinnumbers said:
I was wondering if anyone knew the story where Bucky and Steve are con artists in modern day, and Bucky gets busted and taken in by SHIELD so Steve disguised himself as an agent to sneak in after him. He gets caught and recruited. Modern!skinny!steve, he was colour blind, had hearing aids and scoliosis? Shitty apartment, saving money for a better place and art school with scams. Bucky was pretending to be selling a cruise when he’s busted by Nat and Clint I believe
Anon 3 said:
i searched for this fic in your blog but i can’t find it but i remember clearly that i found it on your blog sorry :/// so steve is a retired cap?? n they are choosing the new cap between bucky sharon n peggy n one time steve kidnaps bucky bc bucky is fury’s best agent n he has smth w fury?? there’s some smut as well i think hopefully u can help me thanks so much!!! ur blog is super helpful xxxx (steve n peggy are divorced n age gap between steve n bucky if it helps!!) thanks again
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alrightyaphrdite said:
fic where steve like works as santa in a mall and i’m p sure it closes down or something n he needs a new job n starts working for bucky around his cabin in the woods??? i can’t find this anywhere
gildinwenthekittenblog said:
There's a post Endgame fix where our Steve- goes back to the 2012 timeline, to try to get that Timeline's Bucky out from under Hydra control much earlier. He makes out with himself early on in the fic, as ruse to explain why Cap is HYDRA ( going under the alias of Chris) and he finds closure with Natasha and Tony of that TL, and I can't find it which sucks cos I really loved it :(
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soulsofsunshines said:
Hi! I'm looking for a shrinkyclinks fic, with ws!bucky as part of the avengers team (none of the avengers actually know anything about him). They keep asking him to join them for movie nights, but he turns them down. Then one day something happens (I think he maybe has a bit of a panic attack???) and tiny Steve shows up and reminds Bucky that he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do - like sort of reminding him he's a person? I've been searching forever, any help is appreciated!
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Anon 4 said:
hey im looking for this fic i lost.. it's a modern, no powers au and steve smokes weed for pain management (?), bucky has two big doggos (i think it was huskies) and they are neighbors who don't immediately hit it off?? thanks for the help! :)
Anon 5 said:
steve has blood on his hands but only he can see it, bucky doesnt talk to him anymore but hes in a group called “the trio” with nat and clint, steve has a panic attack on a mission when bucky dances with natasha, bucky tells him later that he couldnt be around him because he didnt want to risk hurting him and he knew nat would fight back if he went back into winter soldier mode thank you for your help!!
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tiredhomosapien said:
Hi I've tried looking through tags but I can't find the fic where: Bucky is currently in college and Natasha just broke up with him for being too boring. He's mopes a little but Steve ( pre-serum) pops up again after being gone for years. Steve is there to woo him and is actually a pretty successful artist, Bucky models nude for him at some point. Steve speaks multiple languages and at one pints tells Tony(?) to back off because he was there for Bucky. Thank you for all the work you do!
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Anon 6 said: (polyamory)
Hi there! I'm trying to refind poly au series in which steve and bucky ask out Nurse! Tony and the date was going great on the end of Steve/Tony but Bucky was glaring and aloof to Tony the entire date.
Anon 7 said: (mcd)
there was an abo fic and it was set in 40s, steve didn't receive the serum and bucky came home after war. they are bonded and married and bucky works in a garage that's ruled by the romanoffs. they have a lot of kids, like a lot. and at the end i think it was steve who died first then bucky followed him in couple days. it was a very cute one and i'd like to read it again, pls help me thanks!!
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Anon 8 said: (Not Stucky)
Hello, Does anyone know of a fic where Bucky (I think) has a pet rock that someone glued onto a block of wood and added googly eyes and a tiara? It either said "Pretty Princess Award" or "I'm a pretty princess." I haven't been able to find it searching in the AU tags. Thanks!
Anon 9 said:
hello!!! im looking for a fic and the only part i can remember is this girl who works in the tower has a crush on bucky and then learns hes dating steve and tries to kiss bucky and take a picture so she can send it to steve but steve sees it happen and he yells at her, i think theres more to the one shot than this but i couldnt find it in your 5+1 tag, thank you for your help!
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A PR stunt, pt.2 (S.M.)
Summary: Shawn’s PR stunt was meant to further his career, but it damaged his relationship irreversibly. However, he can’t let things be without at least trying to make things right.
Warnings: ANGST
Word Count: 1730
A/N - this is the first fic in line for Part 2s week. Enjoy!
A PR Stunt, pt.1
Shawn stared at the whole in wall, his hand completely ruined. Knuckles red and swollen, his eyes matching them, hair a mess of curls on top of his head. Hell, his look was the least messy thing about him when Andrew walked in.
“What did you do to yourself?” Andrew sighs, not bothering to shout at him. Shawn definitely didn’t need him to add onto his misery. In all his years with his favorite client, friend, brother – Andrew never found him in such a state. He wasn’t stupid, adding things up pretty quickly in his head. He told Shawn that the PR stunt would be good for his career, he recommended it. But he also warned him that in such times where distance and a third party are involved, hearts tend to break. Relationships are never as solid as you deem them to be and Shawn decided not to listen.
“She left me.” Shawn croaked out, trying to create a proper fist with his hand before hissing in pain, his eyes closing in agony of more than just physical hurt.
“And you decide to break your hand for it? Night of the show?” Andrew shakes his head, hands on his hips because as much as he wants to be calm, his nerves are at an all-time high. But Shawn didn’t care.
What Shawn thought about, what he cared about, it remained back north – in Canada.
In the past three years of knowing Y/N, he spent two of them being a complete idiot – a blind man in spite of the brightest light staring back right at him. He never saw her as more than a friend, someone to rely on, to have even in the darkest of times. She was the one he’d call when he’s too drunk to drive, babbling about his latest conquest in the process and all the while, she’d just run her fingers through his hair and smile softly down as his head burned a hole in her lap. She always had some wisdom to share, something funny to say, a kind gesture to give and she did it all…selflessly.
He took that for granted. All of it.
But one night he finally saw her – the way she’d tilt her head to the left ever so slightly when he speaks, and only when he speaks. The way her nose scrunches up when she disagrees with someone’s argument, but waits patiently for them to finish in order to offer her insight. The way her lips purse when she’s holding back a smile when he says something in an attempt to woo her, but actually embarrasses himself completely…Even the way she furrows her eyebrows and a small, horizontal line appears right before them, like a tiny bridge that holds all her anger in but disappears the moment her eyebrows return to their usual position.
Y/N is the person that doesn’t hold a grudge, incapable of cutting people off no matter how toxic they may be. She is selfless, kind and openhearted, her mercy knows no bounds. But it found its end, for the first time for as long as Shawn knew her. She decided to cut him off, to end their relationship, to say goodbye to him and that is everything he needs to break. People like Y/N never give up on people and she gave up on him…that speaks volume of how wrongly he treated her.
“Andrew, I want to go home. I need to talk to her.” Rubbing his forehead with his left hand, Shawn runs his curls back and away from his face in frustration.
“She doesn’t want to see you.” Andrew tries to reason with him, his own heart aching for the young man before him because such heartbreak is sure to make him crumble…but in Andrew’s mind this pain will be useful. Artists who suffer always deliver heartfelt lyrics, incredible art that lives on much longer than the generic happy ones. In his mind, this break up is a goldmine.
“BUT I WANT TO SEE HER. Even for a moment. Even if she’ll slap me silly for thinking for one moment I was worthy of her. Because I wasn’t. I knew it. All along. I’ve finally proven it.” Shawn stands, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, the taste making him cringe and then sigh.
“Doctor first, show second, plane right after?” Andrew offers, giving the kid one chance to do what he wants, counting on the plan to fail miserably which will only deepen the sting of his wound.
Giving up, Shawn agrees, knowing he has to uphold his duties to his fans. After all, he wanted to make people happy and in a way, he hoped it would ease his own worries.
At the end of the night, his hand was broken. He couldn’t play the show, but he didn’t mind giving his all when he sang his heart out, even dedicating ‘Fix you’ to Y/N without thinking twice about it. The fans asked about his hand, his only response being ‘I’m an idiot’ to avoid speaking about what truly ails him.
But once he got on the plane, his stomach turned to knots.
He wondered what he could say to make things better. If he could truly fix their relationship, mend their broken trust. He wondered if Y/N was completely lost to him.
Although he hated that, Shawn knew he would have to play her, manipulate her kindness to his own benefit as selfishly as he always does. He knew that she would be lost to him otherwise. So he will lie, manipulate, do whatever – just this once, one last time.
The ride from the airport is a blur in his mind, having trouble connecting pictures and sounds, finding himself an anxious mess – desperate and willing to do anything to stop the pain in his chest, even for a moment.
Knocking on the door with his left fist, twice firmly and the third being suspended in air as he hears the faint ‘Come in’ from the other side. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, wanting to come in with his usual speech prepared about how she can’t do that because the world is filled with people who have anything but good intentions and letting someone in without checking who it is might be the stupidest thing in the world. But he doesn’t. He can’t do that when that very stupid thing is why he’ll enter her apartment and have a chance to speak to her.
He walks in, looking around the dark apartment, the only light coming from her kitchen – the light he always left on and she would always lecture him about it. He stumbles on her doorstep, groaning lowly before venturing inside. The sound of his song is unmistakable, giving him something to follow in order to find the girl who stood with her back turned and her hair down, lazily falling down her back. The thing is, she never wears her hair down at home.
“Did you mean it?” Her voice startles him, his gasp passing his lips inadvertently. His heart hammered against his rib cage, giving him certainty it isn’t dead like he feared. His heart is very much alive and it belongs to her alone…it beats for her and no one else.
“How? What?” He manages to mumble out, running his fingers through his hair, holding his hand to his stomach. The pain radiating from it is great, but he refused any painkillers before speaking to her. He didn’t want to be in a haze during what could very well be the last time he speaks to her. He wanted to remember everything about her, from the way she looks to the way she sounds, smells, moves.
Turning around, she frowns, her eyebrows knitting and that horizontal line appearing.
“I know your walk. You step with your entire foot at once, always managing to somehow trip on the doorstep. Which you did. I know you did, even if you think you don’t. And I’m talking about what you said at the concert. Did you mean what you said?” Just as she finishes, the words he spoke earlier sound through.
“Some of you have come to believe I am dating my new friend, but that’s not true. The kiss you’ve witnessed, all of it…it was just footage or a new video. But it hurt some of you. Angered some of you. It ruined the best thing I’ve ever had in this life – my relationship with Y/N. Whom I actually do love. Do cherish. Do take for granted at times. I don’t deserve you love, I don’t. But if you’re listening, know I love you more than anything and I am sorry. I truly am. And this song, as all songs I sing, is dedicated to you.”
“That. Did you mean that?” She repeats her question, her eyes void of emotion despite them rimming red, the smeared mascara under her eyes betraying what she suffered.
“Every word and more.” Shawn confirms, stepping closer only to find an obstacle in her outstretched hand, her palm pressing into his chest.
“Okay.” She breathes out, pausing to look up at his face and the deeply pink cheeks she loved to tease him about.
“When do you have to go back?” She asks, surprising him, but not entirely. A part of him knew she’d want to try and fix things, the speech itself being a manipulative technique.
“Tomorrow noon. But are we okay?” Shawn whispers, placing his left hand over her smaller one on his chest, clasping it in his gently.
“I don’t know. Maybe we will be. Eventually. But I don’t know now.” She sighs, tucking herself into his side, embracing him with all the strength she could muster. She held him tightly all through the night, until his heart stopped tearing itself and hers took in all his pain. He could feel the dull ache still, but he felt more certain about his future now.
Even as he left, Y/N decided to come along and send him off. As she always did. While their relationship wasn’t magically fixed overnight, it began to mend. Soon, Y/N will join him on tour, the trust will rebuild and with it, they will find their way back to who they were. No...To something better, more solid and everlasting.
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[Coco] Nuestra Iglesia, Pt. 15
Title: Nuestra Iglesia
Summary: Fake Priest AU. In the midst of the Mexican Revolution, Santa Cecilia is still a relatively safe place; all a young orphan named Miguel has to worry about is how to get novices Héctor and Imelda to switch their religious vows for wedding vows before it’s too late. He’s not having much success until he finds an unlikely ally in their new parish priest, who just arrived from out of town.
Fine, so Padre Ernesto is a really odd priest. He’s probably not even a real priest, and the army-issued pistol he carries is more than slightly worrying. But he agrees that Héctor and Imelda would be wasted on religious life, and Miguel will take all the help he can get.
It’s either the best idea he’s ever had, or the worst.
Characters: Miguel Rivera, Ernesto de la Cruz, Héctor Rivera, Imelda Rivera, Chicharrón, Óscar and Felipe Rivera, OCs. Imector.
Rating: T
[All chapters up are tagged as ‘fake priest au’ on my blog.]
A/N: Well, the deed is done. Now it's Héctor's turn to get something done.
(Also, this fic is now past 100k words and still not done. Damn.)
Art by Dara and @senoraluna.
***
“So, all right, hear this out. I take her to the stream, I get down on one knee, take the guitar off my back- no, wait, that’d be hard. First I get the guitar off my back, then I get on one knee…”
Watching Héctor pace back and forth across his shack, Juanita sleeping soundly on the table next to him, Chicharrón raised an eyebrow. “The hell is the guitar even for?”
“To play, Cheech! I play her a song asking for her hand--”
“That’s a stupid idea.”
“Well-- Padre Ernesto said it always works!”
“What would he know? He’s a priest.”
“Oh, er… right. Heh. Good point. What would he know?” Héctor laughed nervously, plucking the strings, and took a step back. “You know what, it is a dumb idea. Because he’s a priest. So he wouldn’t know, would he?”
Chicharrón gave him a deeply unimpressed look. “You sure you’re not running a fever or something? You’re acting even odder than usual. And turning red.”
“No!” Héctor almost cried out, stepping backwards to the door. “Not at all! I’ve never been healthier! You know, it’s… a bit stuffy in here. I think I’ll go out have a walk.”
“A walk, in the cemetery, at night?” Cheech scoffed, and leaned back in his chair. “If that’s what gets you in the mood for a marriage proposal, muchacho, fine with me.”
“It is! I mean-- not really-- but I’ll just, uh… I’ll go now,” Héctor muttered, face aflame, and was out of the door the next moment.
All right. Maybe he needed to be more careful when he opened his mouth; he hadn’t quite blurted out Ernesto’s secret, but that had come… entirely too close for his tastes. However much eccentricity he could get away with thanks to his charisma - and good looks, Ernesto would probably add - giving advice to a novice on how to woo another novice was probably slightly over the line of what people would accept without questioning.
Good thing that Chicharrón generally cared little about anybody else’s business and that he never failed to mention he had Seen Some Shit in his forty-something years at the parish, or else he might have begun asking questions that were better left unanswered.
Héctor could make a convincing liar if the situation called for it, but Cheech knew him too well to fall for anything he said. And really, why had he thought the old gravedigger would be able to give him any kind of romantic advice? He’d wake up Ernesto, and ask him again if he was really sure a song was the right way to go, and then just trust him and, as he said, ‘seize his moment’.
Surely, Ernesto would definitely know more about seduction that Héctor ever did.
***
When John awakened, it was still dark.
It wasn’t unusual for him to awaken long before dawn; he couldn’t remember the last time he had a full, uninterrupted night’s sleep. What was unusual was for him to awaken with the weight of an arm across his side, the solid warmth of a body against his own on the small mattress, and quiet breathing against his hair.
He was aware, distantly, that he ought to be horrified by what he’d done and most of all, but what he’d felt. Maybe he would be the next morning, once fully awake. Now… now he was still mostly asleep, and he found he didn’t want to think. He only wanted to lie down, bask in that warmth, and think of nothing for another while.
John shut his eyes, shifted closer to Father Ernest, and let sleep claim him again.
***
Knock, knock.
“Ern--er, Padre? I know it’s… really late, but I could use some more advice. Mostly encouragement that I’m not about to do something very dumb. But also advice.”
No answer. Héctor frowned a little.
“Ernesto? I really need some help here. Por favor?”
Knock, knock.
“... Is anyone there?” Héctor frowned, slightly concerned by the lack of reply, and slowly tried the handle; the door opened easily, and creaked a little as he pushed it. He peered in, holding the candle in front of him. The small flame cast flickering shadows over the walls, and on a cot that was, most decidedly, empty and not even unmade yet. No one had laid down to sleep there that night, and Ernesto was nowhere to be seen in the room.
Why isn’t he here? Where could he be so late at night? Oh God, maybe Imelda was right, maybe we underestimated him and he’s actually a spy, what do we do what do we--
“What are you doing here?”
“Eeek!”
Héctor leaped a couple of feet in the air with a rather undignified screech, causing the small flame on his candle to die out. Luckily, Sofía’s candle stayed on, allowing him to keep seeing their surroundings… and her deeply unimpressed expression. Between her and Cheech, he’d really had his fill of Unimpressed Faces for the week; he could only hope Imelda would be the third time lucky, or else he may as well curl up and die.
“... Héctor? I’m talking to you.”
Ah. Yes. Right. “I-- I’m here to, uh… I have a few quest-- never mind. Ernesto is not in there!”
“I can see that. Now lower your voice,” Sofía muttered, rolling her eyes, and gestured for him to follow. It was only then that Héctor noticed that there was no wimple covering her head, and that she wasn’t wearing her robe either: she was clad in a long, white nightgown.
Well, of course she would be, he’d woken her up and nuns didn’t sleep in their robes. Still, he felt an awful lot like he was seeing more than he ought to, despite the fact every inch of her was covered except for her head. “I, uh… should probably leave you--”
“I’m not sleepy anymore. Come in the kitchen and tell me what’s gotten into you to be up this time at night.”
“Ah-- all right. Sorry I woke you up,” he mumbled, following her. Embarrassed as he was, Héctor didn’t even think that it was very unlikely he had been the one to wake her up, given that her room was in another hallway entirely. “But… Ernesto is not--”
“I know where he is,” she cut him off. As they got in the kitchen, she used the candle to light up an oil lamp. “Don’t worry, he’s just… having a good time. I think.”
Come to think of it, Héctor didn’t really want to know any more details. He looked back at the door. “You sure this is a good idea? If Padre Ju-- John wakes up and finds us alone here at night, he’ll have a fit.”
“Oh, I don’t think he will get out of that room anytime soon,” Sofía said lightly, reaching for a bottle of wine. “He’s being kept entertained enough. Or at least, he was. Now there isn’t a sound coming from inside, so I think he’s going to sleep like a log until morning.”
Héctor nodded. “Ah, good,” he said. He paused. His brain stilled a moment, then restarted with a jolt and, for the second time that night, he screeched.
“Wait-- what--?”
“Shhh! Don’t make so much noise!”
“Ah, I-- lo siento, I just-- are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
She looked at him innocently, sliding a glass across the table and sitting down. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You said--”
“Drink.”
Well, that was valid advice: Héctor was desperate enough to scrub the mental image out of his mind that he emptied the glass in one go. He had no idea how he’d be able to look at either man in the eye the next morning, and he found he’d rather not think about it.
“So, what was it you had to talk about so urgently?” Sofía asked. While he normally might have balked at the idea of telling her - she had just proved, after all, that she was far from a discreet person - Héctor absolutely welcomed the chance to change the subject with open arms.
“I want to propose,” he blurted out. Sofía blinked at him for a moment, then she smiled… no, grinned widely.
“To Imelda?”
“No, to Cheech,” Héctor muttered, throwing up his arms. “Of course it’s to Imelda! I just--”
“Well, about time!” More wine was poured, and the glass pushed back towards Héctor. “When?”
“Uh… I was thinking tomorrow, but…” he hesitated, and drank some more. “What if she says no?”
“Seriously?” she rolled her eyes. “Then she says no, but she won’t. Everyone and their abuela could tell the two of you are crazy about each other.”
Héctor’s face flushed. “Well, it's… complicated. Anyway, I wanted some advice on how to go about it."
"... From Ernesto."
"Er… sí?"
She sighed. "Héctor. Look at me in the eye and tell me you sincerely think Imelda would be impressed by… whatever kind of proposal Ernesto would come up with."
Héctor opened his mouth. Sofía raised an eyebrow. Héctor hesitated. “Well, it’s… not that bad an idea,” he finally mumbled, looking down.
“And what is the brilliant idea?”
“I, uh, I wrote a song,” Héctor confessed to the floor. His face felt so hot, he half-feared it would catch fire. “I said I should sing it. For her. Once we’re alone.”
“Oh.” Sofíá said. She sounded mildly surprised. “That’s… not that bad an idea.”
“Yes, I-- I think I can do that. Everything else he suggested, though--”
“I’ll stop you right there. Forget anything else he suggested.”
“But--”
“Héctor.”
“... All right,” he conceded, still looking down. To be honest, he’d had his doubts to begin with, which was why he’d wanted to ask him if he was sure what he’d told him would work. He was fairly sure he wouldn’t be able to get her to dance with him, let alone move his hips the way Ernesto had described. And that was one of the tamest suggestions that had come out of his mouth. “So, uh… I just--”
“You just do you,” Sofía finished, leaning back and pouring herself another glass. “So, what’s the song? Let me listen to it. I’ll give you my honest opinion.”
Héctor blinked. “What-- I can’t play it now!”
“Why not? You have a guitar right there.”
“But it’s night, what if someone hears?”
“Gustavo is all the way at the back of the church. And the door is shut. Don’t worry, no one is going to walk in to think you’re serenading me.”
“Ernesto and Padre Ju--”
“Even if they hear, do you seriously think they’re going to come out and check who’s playing?”
Ah. Right. Héctor blushed a deeper shade or red - or at least he could guess he had, with how hot his ears felt - and reached down to pick up the guitar. He tuned it nervously, noting how old it was, how ruined the wood. Come to think of it, Miguel had a really nice one. Maybe he could borrow it, he thought, and finally cleared his throat.
“Well, uh, it… it goes like this,” he mumbled, and strummed the guitar.
A feeling so close, you can reach out and touch it
I never knew I could want something so much but it's true…
Any sort of stage fright he may have had usually disappeared once he began playing, and that time was no exception; he could only hope the following evening would be the same. He sang softly, played even more softly, and when he opened his eyes Sofía was staring at him from across the table, grinning widely.
Embarrassment hit him all at once. “Er-- it still needs a bit of work, maybe, but--”
“It’s perfect,” Sofía cut him off. Her grin widened. “If she can resist that, I’ll eat my wimple.”
Oh. That was… nice to hear. He smiled a little. “You think so?”
“Absolutely. So, how do you plan on meeting her somewhere private?”
Ah. That. “I’m still not sure. Ernesto said he’ll think up something.”
A sigh. “Of course. Well, I guess I’m going to have to help him come up with that something.”
“Oh, you don’t have to--” Héctor began, but trailed off when Sofíá reached over to put a hand on his arm.
“Trust me,” she said. “I’ll have to.”
***
The first thing Ernesto realized when he woke up was that it was much too early for him to be awake. The second thing he realized was that the reason why he’d awakened in the first place was the fact that someone was trying to slide out from beneath his arm and off the bed without him waking up, clearly with very little success.
The third, as soon as his mind kicked into gear and he remembered what had happened the previous night, was that said someone had to be Padre Juan and oh, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to deal with him and his crisis of faith now. Actually, he was sure he didn’t want to deal with it.
Turns out he didn’t hate it. He didn’t hate it all.
Well, of course he didn’t; Ernesto was good in bed, regardless what Sofía said, surely in jest. And maybe he should have tried to make it unpleasant as the gringo expected it to - rough, painful, chafing the way it did in the barracks - but he… hadn’t.
After all any man with some pride wants to do well under the bedsheets, no? And maybe he hadn’t wanted to feel like he was back in the barracks again. He was miles away and he didn’t want to think of it at all.
Not that he could have fooled himself, because Padre Juan felt absolutely nothing like a soldier of the Federal Army - soft and fine-haired, skin smooth, smelling of incense and old wood. Not at all unpleasant to have beneath, but right now he didn’t find the elbow in his ribs especially enjoyable. He clearly had never had to sneak out of someone’s bed at dawn and it showed.
“Ow!” Ernesto yelped, and Padre Juan stilled.
All right, so maybe they were even. Failure to sneak out, failure to feign sleep. Holding back a sigh, Ernesto resigned himself to face Juan’s inevitable breakdown and opened his eyes to see something that looked a lot like a giant tomato, but was actually the gringo’s face.
“I-I… I, er… apologies,” Juan mumbled, and scampered quickly off the bed, taking the blanket to wrap it around himself, to cover stuff that Ernesto had already seen anyway. Well, felt more than seen with only a candle he’d had to fight to keep lit as the gringo protested.
Now without blanket and quite obviously naked, Ernesto sat up and yawned as Juan went to his desk and pulled out a cigarette, taking it to his mouth with somehow shaky fingers before glancing around, obviously looking for something.
“Need the matches?” Ernesto asked, picking up the box from the nightstand, where it had been left next to the candle. Padre Juan winced as though he’d yelled in his ear, and turned.
“Oh. Yes, I--” he trailed off, eyes going huge at the realization that, by taking the blanket, he had left Ernesto absolutely nothing to cover himself - not that he would rush to do so, no reason to cover perfection. Juan’s mouth hung open, the cigarette falling on the ground. Ernesto smiled. Juan shrieked and threw the blanket at him, hitting him full on the face. “C-cover yourself!”
… Seriously now? Ernesto sighed and pulled the blanket off his head, raising an eyebrow. “Likewise,” he muttered, glancing at the very naked, very pink body that had been left uncovered when he’d thrown the blanket at him. It took a few moments for realization to hit him, but when it did the gringo shrieked and almost dove to grab his shift, flushing crimson again.
“Oh, God,” he groaned.
Sí, you said that a lot last night too.
Well. If anything, he wasn’t sobbing and begging for God’s forgiveness, and Ernesto supposed he could count that as a success. He wrapped the blanket around his waist as Juan put on the shift, and glanced back at him. He cleared his throat. “You, uh, dropped your cigarette,” he muttered. He had no idea saintly Padre Juan had a common vice such as smoke, but ah well. It wouldn’t be the first nor the biggest surprise in the past few hours.
“I… yes. I did.” The gringo swallowed and went to pick it up, but he didn’t put it in his mouth again. He just set it down, heaved a long sigh, and looked back at him with an odd sort of blankness to his face. In a way it was more unnerving than a breakdown would be. It made any though Ernesto may have had to try making light of the situation, or to ask him if he felt cured, die in his throat.
“I-- the absolution. We have to…” Padre Juan cleared his throat, and looked away. “You said we’d absolve each other, Father Ernest.”
Oh, come on, was he really expected to start mumbling in Latin while just awake? “Can this absolutely not wait until we have breakfast?”
“Take this seriously! It absolutely cannot!” he protested, his voice slightly higher than usual, control slipping; Ernesto found himself thinking he would probably have a stroke if he knew that his absolutions were worth slightly less than nothing. He cleared his throat.
“Right, right. Of course,” he muttered, and stood, lifting his hand. “Ego te absolvo--”
“Not like this! You-- can you get dressed? Please?” Juan’s voice shook a little. He was still looking away, gaze distant and tense. Ernesto chased away a rather inappropriate thought - ‘was it really that bad?’ - and nodded. “All right,” he said, and went to pick up his cassock without a further word.
They got dressed giving each other the back, and when Ernesto turned again Juan’s gaze was fixed on the floor, arms tightly crossed. He was tense, but seemed to relax just a little when Ernesto lifted his hand over his head and spoke the formula for absolution. He absolved him back, his voice somewhat firm but distant. His mind seemed to be miles away.
“It’s best if you return to your room,” he finally murmured, once again staring at the opposite wall like he could see something on it that Ernesto could not.
“... Are you all right?” he dared ask at the door, and for a long moment the only response he got was an empty gaze. Ernesto hesitated. “... John?”
Padre Juan recoiled a little, then he looked away and spoke softly. “Thank you. For trying to help,” he murmured, and closed the door without another word, leaving Ernesto to blink. He lingered a few moments, hesitating, and went to press his ear against the wooden door.
He rather feared to hear the noises of self-flagellation again, in case the gringo had somehow managed to get his hands on another whip, but for a while there was only silence - then, the sound of splashing water in the basin. Well. At least he wasn’t intent on trying to rip the skin off his back again, and that was something, Ernesto supposed.
It was damaged enough; the back was the only place where his skin was hardened, covered in raised scars and rough to the touch, so unlike… everything else. Now that he’d stopped opening up new wounds, Ernesto would rather he didn’t start again on his account. He wasn’t doing that now, so maybe he didn’t need to worry; that vacant gaze he’d had on his face would pass. No damage done, he hoped.
More splashing inside - he was probably washing rather vigorously, which Ernesto definitely should do as well come to think of it - and in the end, Ernesto turned to make his way to his own room, finally thinking over the previous night with a cool mind.
It had been… pleasant, he supposed. Different from any of his experiences with the soldier and more like sleeping with a woman, although he suspected Padre Juan might kill him and then himself if Ernesto tried to voice that thought. So it would be best to just. Not do that, in case they ever talked about it again. Which probably wouldn't happen, he told himself, opening the door of his room. Maybe that would be it, and with the absolutions over with they would never have any reason to talk about--
"Oh, you're finally back!"
"Gah! What-- what are you doing in my room?"
Sofía tilted her head and frowned in mock hurt. She… didn’t look like she had gone to sleep at all, but still seemed in high spirits, grin barely in check. "That wasn't how you reacted to me being here before you went and replaced me with the gringo. What an insult, that. Were you so desperate to find someone with so little experience he would be easy even for you to impress?"
Ernesto rolled his eyes, but his lips curled upwards. The previous night had been pleasant, but now there was an uncomfortable weight in his stomach he couldn't quite name, and some banter was… just what he needed to take his mind off it. "Says the one who ran back to Sister Antonia as soon as Lent was over. Why didn't you see her tonight, anyway?"
"Womanly issues," she said lightly, and leaned forward. "And good thing for you, because I spared you, the gringo and Héctor a few very, very embarrassing moments. Of all nights to come looking for you for questionable advice, huh? But no worries, I sorted that out. He might look at you and Padre Juan funny, by the way. Don't mind him."
Ernesto groaned. "Por Dios, one time he has to come-- ugh. Whatever," he muttered, rubbing his face. All things considered, it wasn't even the worst of his secrets that Héctor was aware of. "What did he want?"
“We'll discuss that later. One thing at the time,” Sofía said, leaning forward with a wide grin. “Now it's your turn to tell me everything.”
***
For a time after Father Ernest left, John kept himself busy - or at least tried to. Washing himself and saying the morning prayers could only take him so far. Soon enough, he had to turn to his bed, to the rustled sheets and the blanket on the floor, and face the reality of what had happened on it. What he had done, how he’d soiled himself.
And how his vile, treacherous body had betrayed him.
He’d accepted Father Ernest’s help, put his soul in danger as well - oh he could have never gone through with it if not for the knowledge absolution would swiftly follow - but it had not worked. The longing was not gone; stronger, he feared, now that he knew what a garden of earthly delights could be found in the act.
He had committed the sin hoping it would, at least, extinguish the unnatural desire in him once and for all; expecting it to be painful as all acts against God ought to be, a reminder of how undesirable the act truly was to any normal man. It should have been-- God, he had let another man in him. Not only he’d lain with him, but he’d lain with him as a woman would and God help him, there had been barely any discomfort and then such relief, like the scratching of an itch that had always been there and he could never reach. Such pleasure, he hadn’t believed believe it was possible to ever feel anything like it.
If only the act kept him sated for good, then he would have been content. But it had not: he had looked upon his body earlier and the lust was still there, the unholy temptation to reach out for him, join him in the bed, let him press him down and do what he would. He would take it, and he would enjoy it. Now he knew he would.
I am a sodomite.
The thought was like a cold, cold dagger through his chest. Slowly, John sank on the floor, back against the wall, and burrowed his face in his hands. His father had been right - he was an abomination, and he would always be. It would never go away, all hope he’d had to cure it, had been vain. Even Father Joseph, his mentor, had said the same thing - if very, very differently.
Perhaps it is in God’s plan that it remains your cross to bear.
John had been so horrified, so furious to hear that he'd stormed out, accusing the old man of hindering him with his kindness... and he had never seen him again, never spoken to him if not by letter, until the say he'd died. And yet, Father Joseph - the man who'd called him son after his own father had cast him out - had been right. What a foolish child he'd been. What an ungrateful child, turning his back to a man who only wished him well and spoke the truth.
With a choked-back sob, he reached to grasp the golden crucifix at his neck with shaky fingers, and held it tight. His eyes burned, tears slid down his cheeks, and he did nothing to stop them. He couldn’t stop them, as he couldn’t will himself to cease lusting for men. It was beyond his control.
It had always been beyond his control.
Father John Johnson bowed his head, and wept - barley trying to muffle the sobs wracking his chest, the broken gasps as he tried to draw in breath and let it escape him in whimpers moments later. He had to be such a pathetic sight, but he found that he did not care.
And yet, amidst the despair, there was something else. As the sobs slowly stopped, and he wiped his face and sniffled, the vise-like grip around his heart seemed to loosen a fraction. For all his horror at the realization he could never be free of his cross, a thought kept running through his mind, both horrifying and oddly comforting.
It was always beyond my control. There can be no healing. I was never meant to win.
And it was true. There was nothing he could have done differently, no solution he could have thought of to somehow change what he was. He’d fought so hard for so long, and he’d lost - he’d lost he’d lost because he wasn’t meant to win. It had been all for nothing. He could never win, the odds and his very nature against him. Was that what Father Joseph had tried to tell him, all those years ago?
Perhaps it is in God’s plan that it remains your cross to bear.
I did everything I could. I never stood a chance. And I am too tired to keep fighting.
It hurt, it truly did, but at the same time the notion he could finally surrender, finally rest, lifted a weight from his shoulders. There was nothing more he could do, nowhere else he could turn to escape the truth of what he was, and he could fight no longer. It was over, nothing left to try.
Only surrender.
It was such a bitter sort of relief, but relief it was, and John was so tired. So he closed his eyes, murmured a prayer, and allowed himself to find solace where he could.
***
“All right. Time make sure everyone has the battle plan clear. Any questions before I start?”
“Yes. Do you have to call it a battle plan, and… was drawing a map of the church grounds absolutely necessary?” Ernesto asked, glancing down at the… admittedly shoddily-drawns map Miguel had put together.
He frowned, a little offended. “Just so that we’re all on the same page and hold out positions!” he exclaimed, yanking the map a little to get the lower left corner out of Dante’s mouth. As he did, Óscar and Felipe leaned in to take a look.
“You could have asked us. We’d have made you a better map,” Felipe said.
“A much better one,” Óscar agreed.
“This map will be just fine,” Miguel protested, looking over at Ernesto and Sofía for support. He was still trying to figure out if the doodle on the left was meant to be the cemetery or the orchard, but Sofía nodded in support.
“Yes, it works just fine. Now, you were talking about a battle plan?”
Miguel grinned. “Sí! It’s called… huh. How do we call this operation?”
“We don’t need to name it,” Ernesto muttered, but clearly no one else really shared his opinion.
Sofía shrugged. “I don’t think my idea should be shared with children. Over to you.”
“Marry the priest!” Felipe exclaimed.
“Kiss the girl!” Óscar yelled, and Miguel grinned.
“I like that one! All right, so - Operación Besa a la Chica!” he exclaimed. Dante began barking, and he decided to take that as a sign they had chosen the right name. Confidence boosted, Miguel looked down at the map. “All right. So, tomorrow after the evening prayer…”
“I go tell Imelda that Padre Ernesto wants to speak with her.”
“Concerning what?”
“I wouldn’t know.” She shrugged. “And Madre Gregoria wouldn’t question the parish priest.”
“Perfect. She gets here, and…?”
“Héctor and I will be there,” Ernesto supplied. “By the way, where is he now?”
“Getting my guitar from Cheech. I told him he could have it for the proposal. Is he really going to sing a song?”
“If he follows my advice, he will.”
“Then he’ll need to hide the guitar there beforehand. I mean, Imelda will wonder what’s going on if he’s just there with a guitar.”
“I’ll tell him to do that. Anyway, we get her to the orchard with an excuse…”
“What excuse?” Miguel pressed on. Ernesto rolled his eyes.
“We’ll come up with something.”
“You’re supposed to have a plan beforehand. That’s how planning works,” Miguel pointed out, gaining himself a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll improvise, don’t worry. Sofía and I will get her and Héctor to the orchard.”
Miguel nodded solemnly, and tapped a finger on the spot on the map. “Right here.”
“... Yes. We are aware where the orchard is.”
Ay, since when was he such a spoilsport? He’d been adding a bit oddly, lately, and he wondered if he was angry at him. Did he know… no, it couldn’t be. Héctor had promised him to never tell Ernesto or anybody else that he’d told him the truth, and he’d never broken a promise to him before. It was just his imagination, or maybe he just had other thoughts on his mind.
That was fine. Everything was fine. “All right, so-- you take her to the orchard. And then…?”
“Then we come along!” Óscar exclaimed.
“Running!”
“And we tell them that Dante got stuck in a tree and you’re trying to get him down…”
“... And that you’re going to be in so much trouble if you don’t get back by curfew.”
“Someone will have to help!”
Miguel grinned. “Perfecto! And that someone will be…?”
“Me and Padre Ernesto,” Sofía finished. “We tell them not to worry and run off to help you, leaving the two of them alone in the orchard.”
So far, Miguel thought, so good. Of course, there were factors they could only do so much to control. “What if she decides to go back with you?”
Ernesto shrugged. “Then it’s up to Héctor to keep her there. If he can’t do that, then he won’t be able to keep a wife and there is no point in trying.”
“That’s… fair, I guess,” Miguel conceded. “So, uh.... That’s the plan. Then it depends on Héctor.”
“God help him,” Ernesto said dryly, gaining himself a slap on the arm from Sofía. “I mean-- God bless him and the union, I guess, if there is one.”
“There will be,” Miguel said, trying to sound as certain as he possibly could. “She likes him. And he wrote a song for her!”
“And he’ll play it with the best guitar!” Óscar added.
Felipe immediately nodded. “We know it’s the best because we made it.”
“We make a lot of things.”
“Sometimes they catch fire.”
“Or explode. But not that guitar!”
“Oh no, it’s good as new!”
Miguel, who had witnessed several of their creations meeting a sad and occasionally fiery end, mentally thanked whoever there was to thank for the fact even they had yet to figure out how to make a guitar burst in flames at random, and nodded.
“All right. So… we’re ready,” he said, trying to convince himself that they really were, that everything would play out exactly as it was supposed to. And that Héctor, too, would be ready.
***
“Oh my God, I’m not ready.”
"You're ready as you'll ever be."
"That's not ready at all!"
"Then you'll never be ready anyway. No point in waiting, no?"
"Is that supposed to come across as encouraging?"
"Sí."
"It isn't."
“Listen, I’m not giving your another pep talk. You make it or break it. By which I mean you better make it, or I’ll break you.”
“... That sounds like a threat.”
“Might be because it is.”
“Ah.” Héctor muttered, and managed a small, nervous laugh. Sure he was joking, right? Héctor would have been certain of it, normally, but that day his mood had been… odd. He seemed distracted, didn’t talk as much as usual, and when he did he was somewhat snippier. And Padre Juan had stayed in his room the entire day, claiming he had a cold and didn’t want it to spread; Ernesto had nodded at the news, pretending to believe it, and had said nothing of it.
… He didn’t know that Héctor knew, did he? Sofía wouldn’t have-- oh God, she would.
“You know I won’t, er. I won’t tell.”
Ernesto turned to glance at him, saying nothing. Héctor’s face turned hot the next moment and ah, God, he was blushing again, wasn’t he? Even before Imelda showed up, his face would look like he’d turned into a tomato and his chances would be ruined, if he really had any chances.
“I mean… with… you know…”
A sigh. “That would be best. Juan might just have a heart attack if anybody knows. Plus, it would cause more than a few issues with the parish, even if we were not clergy. I’d rather leave you the satisfaction of giving them their biggest church scandal in a good while.”
Héctor sputtered. “W-what-- it won’t be a scandal, I-- we haven’t even taken our vows yet, so… so if I propose… we’re going about it the honest way! I mean, if she says yes--” he blurted out, only to be cut off by a sudden laugh and a powerful pat on his shoulder. It was embarrassing, but Ernesto seemed to be back to normal for a moment and Héctor found it was a relief.
“Hah! All right, forget what I said. I’m sure no one will mind.”
“Her parents will.”
“Her parents can either suck it up or watch her as she becomes a nun. Which despite being good Catholics they’re not all that thrilled about, according to her brothers.” A shrug. “Plus, I’m sure a talk with me will be all that they need.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll give them some bullshit about God’s will, love and whatnot, I bless the union, blah blah. You know I can talk anybody into anything, given enough time.”
Héctor laughed a little. “I noticed,” he said. Ernesto seemed to stiffen, the smile fading on his face, and Hécotor mentally kicked himself. “I mean-- not necessarily, uh…” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing back towards the part of the parish where the sleeping quarters were. “... Is he all right?”
“He’ll be fine,” Ernesto reply, his voice curt, and Héctor decided not to press further. Even if he’d wanted to, anyway, there would be no time: led by Sofía, Imelda was coming.
***
That entire situation was stupid.
First Sofía coming over to tell her ‘Padre’ Ernesto wanted to talk to her, all while pretty much vibrating with excitement, was stupid. Héctor also being there, his face beet red, was stupid. Ernesto’s decision to walk through the orchard while talking about the weather was stupid. Her brothers and Miguel running over claiming Dante was stuck on a tree was stupid. Ernesto and Sofía running off with them to save that dumb dog like they had to get him out of the jaws of a jaguar was stupid. The fact they all had pretended to leave but eventually had very obviously just hidden behind some trees and shrubs was stupid.
And now, she turned to see that Héctor suddenly had a guitar in his hands, she had to wonder how much more stupid could the entire situation get. “... Héctor. What is this?”
He smiled, or tried to. It came across as the most idiotic grimace she had ever seen in her life; rolling her eyes at it would have been easy, if not for the fact it was oddly cute on Héctor’s face, with the empty window where a front tooth was missing reminding her that he was the kind of person who’ll try to fight a much bigger man to protect a woman and her kids. The memory softened her frown - only for it to come back when Héctor spoke.
“It’s, uh, a guitar. Miguel’s,” he added, lifting it up. The last rays of the setting sun shone on the white, polished wood and the decorations. “But he let me borrow it.”
“I see that. I mean, what is this, ” she pointed out, gesturing at the orchard around them - including the trees where five idiotas were hiding, honestly convinced she couldn’t tell their were there. “I was told Padre Ernesto had to speak to me.”
“Well, that was… a lie.”
“... Clearly.”
“And I, uh, apologize for that. I would like to… speak to you. Alone?” he croaked.
Oh. Oh, God. Imelda suspected she was beginning to get an inkling of where this was going, and it was… a lot of take in. She blinked, taken aback, and oh did her face suddenly feel warm.
“Talk to me?” she repeated, her voice a couple of octaves higher than usual. And cracking. It hadn’t cracked like that since she was sixteen, Jesus Christ why now. She cleared her throat, and folded her arms tightly over her chest. “Well, I’m-- listening,” she managed.
The smile Héctor had managed to put up froze. “Ah. Right. I mean, good? I… er…” his gaze shifted above her left shoulder; it took Imelda all her willpower not to turn. As much as part of her wanted to put a stop to all that foolishness right now, she… wanted to hear what Héctor had to say. It had been hanging between them, unspoken and unacknowledged, for long enough. So she kept looking at Héctor as his expression brightened.
He suddenly looked back at her, grinning, lifting the guitar. “I have written a song!” he declared.
Imelda… blinked. “Ah. Good for you?”
He flushed a dark red again. “I mean, I… wrote it for… for you,” he managed, somewhat tentatively. He looked at her with such vulnerability, something in her chest ached even through the astonishment. He cleared his throat.
“I… wait, I’ll play it, I--” he began, lifting the guitar, but he never got to. Imelda stepped forward and put her hand on it; their closeness caused Héctor to draw in a sharp breath, eyes huge.
“Don’t,” she said, quietly enough not to be heard by anyone else. “I’d rather hear it when I’m the only public.”
Héctor’s, whose expression had turned pained for a moment, brightened up suddenly and nodded. “Oh! Of course,” he whispered as well, like a conspirator. “They, uh… they were not supposed to hang around here. Lo siento.” He smiled awkwardly, and Imelda fought back a sudden urge to cup his face. “We were meant to be alone, and… and I wanted to ask… neither of us has taken the vows yet, so it’s… it’s not too late… if you want… I know I want, I’m sorry it took so long--”
Imelda’s hand went to cover his mouth, and he trailed off, staring at her questioningly. She shook her head, and his features twisted in a sorrowful expression. He looked absolutely gutted and Imelda pulled back her hand and spoke.
“Héctor, our position in the clergy allows us to aid the Revolution, and better help Santa Cecilia. Outside the parish, we could do next to nothing of use,” she said, her voice still low, so that she would not be heard. What she said would come to no surprise to Ernesto and Sofía, but Miguel and her brothers were best left out of it. “They need us where we are.”
A long breath, and he looked down with a nod. “... I understand,” he murmured. “I apologize. I just-- I won’t bother you again. I only need you to know that I--”
Imelda grasped the front of his cassock, and pulled him down into a kiss. It was soft, chaste - only lips on lips - but it made her feel light-headed, a shiver running down her spine. She had never kissed a man before and ah, she suddenly had to fight the urge to do it again, many more times. Héctor went very still, too, and when she pulled back his eyes were big as saucers. There was a sound somewhere on their left like that of a grito immediately muffled by several pairs of hands, but neither of them paid it any mind.
Imelda smiled. “Ask me after the war is over,” she whispered, and Héctor’s stunned expression melted in a wide, ecstatic smile. Missing tooth or not, it was the most beautiful smile Imelda had ever seen. It was radiant.
“I will ask again,” he promised, not bothering to keep his voice down. “And again and again an-”
“Oh, don’t be foolish now,” Imelda replied, brushing down her robe. The corners of her lips were still curled upwards. “You’ll only need to ask once.”
***
“So, she said yes?”
“He says that she said ‘later’.”
“But later, yes, right?”
“Would have helped if Héctor didn’t just skip away like that, we needed the details…”
The discussion went on for a while, but Ernesto barely listened. He nodded occasionally, but his attention was mostly taken by the window to the left of the courtyard - that of Padre Juan’s room.
Now that it was dark he could barely see, through the glass, the faint and tremulous light of a lone candle.
***
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I Messed Up Book Tag
Ooh this looks interesting! Thanks for the open tag @belle-anne-the-book
A character’s appearance that you misread and imagined differently - copying Belle’s answer lol Grover from Percy Jackson! I saw the movies first so when I read the books, I imagined him looking like the actor and then I’d see fan art of the trio and be like “why is he white?”
A character name that you’ve been pronouncing wrong - Rhysand, and I’m going to keep mispronouncing it because the “official” pronunciation sounds stupid. “Reece-and” what? no, it sounds like you’re introducing two people but you’ve deleted the second person’s name. It’s “Rye-sand” and I refuse to let it go.
An overused trope that is your guilty pleasure - I still kinda like Chosen One stories? Prophecies annoy me (it’s the one thing delaying me picking up The Witcher novels) but I don’t mind Chosen Ones so much. And I’m still a sucker for human girl/supernatural boy romances (though tbh I would love to see some human boy/supernatural girl romances too, hmu if you have recs)
A cliche character type that you like better onscreen than reading about - mean girls. I find them so incredibly boring to read about. They’re easier to tolerate on screen
A word/phrase that you learnt because of its use in a book - when I was a kid I used to say “Wicked!” a lot like Ron Weasley does in the early books lol
Have you ever not read or completed a required reading book for school? - Listen, an integral part of being an English major is being told to read books and then not reading them. It’s just part of English major culture. I didn’t read my assigned books in high school, I didn’t read them at uni. Sometimes I would read a synopsis but that was it. I got so bad at uni that in my last semester, taking a non-English subject, I actually forgot that weekly readings were a thing.
Have you ever skipped a chapter from the POV of a character you weren’t interested in? - I’ve skipped entire books because they were in POVs I didn’t care about lol remember in the Sweep series by Cate Tiernan when there were those random books from a different character’s perspective? Skipped those! I don’t do it as much as I used to but I’ve definitely done it lol
Have you ever canceled social plans to read? - Y’know what, I don’t think I have, actually. I’ve definitely cancelled plans and then spent the time reading but I haven’t cancelled the plans because I want to read.
woo that was fun :D tagging @plantpages @thelivebookproject @storytime-reviews @nothinglessthanseven @bookcub and @flamingmirrorbookish
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More Time - Chpt.5
Summary: As much as the guys have loved living in their idyllic little bubble for the past few months they know they need to return to the real world sooner rather than later. Master list can be found HERE.
Warnings/ Content: Unsurprisingly, more fluff. With a little feels too.
Word Count: 1.3k
Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! We made it through the work week, woo! I, for one, am very thankful it’s over. I’ve been fighting this damn cold for days now and I just want to curl up with some tea and die for a bit. As soon as I post this I will be retreating under my blanket fort. Don’t judge me. But do enjoy this chapter of our boys finally returning to the real world. Also, this our last chapter before we meet our third main character :D
Chapter Five
January was bitter cold and Steve and Bucky both started going a little stir crazy after the third back to back snow storm. Steve was as healthy as he could be and he had even gotten over a totally normal cold with no complications shortly after New Years. Bucky had been completely over the top, mother-henning him endlessly from the first sniffle to the last cough, but he had only been sick for a few days before his immune system decided to do its job for a change and he recovered easily.
Steve had been considering reaching out to Sam about getting a part time volunteer job at the local VA branch but he hadn’t actually done it yet. He was feeling cooped up and missed the satisfaction of a day spent helping people. Steve figured he could help out at the VA a few days a week and still have time for his art. He knew Bucky would make a fuss over him not pushing himself too much but Steve needed to feel useful again. He’d spend months getting used to his new life and he was ready to start giving back and help other guys settle back into their civilian lives. He was trying to figure out how to broach the subject when Bucky did it for him.
“So Sam was telling me about the work he’s been doing with SHIELD down in El Salvador helping the city rebuild after the earthquake.” Bucky said conversationally over dinner one night.
Steve raised an eyebrow, he knew that tone. Whatever Bucky was getting at wasn’t as casual as he was making it out to be. “Oh really?” Steve played along, wanting to see where it was going.
“Yeah, they’re doing a lot of good work down there. Sam goes down and back on the Quinjet a few days a week, it’s not even three hours the way he flies. They still need so much help rebuilding the hospitals and schools, and getting the public services set back up. It’s sad more people aren’t doing more.”
“Hmm. That’s good SHIELD has stepped in to help. And for Sam too.”
“Steve, I want to help.” Bucky’s eyes were pleading for understanding and he waited quietly for Steve to react.
A wide smile stretched across Steve’s face, “It’s about damn time, Barnes.”
Bucky let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “It’ll be just a few days a week to start, and only helping alongside Sam. I haven’t agreed to go back on call for missions or anything yet…You’re really not upset I want to go back to work?”
“Of course not! I knew it was only a matter of time before we had to venture back out into the world. I’ve been thinking about volunteering over at the VA part time, just to get back out there. I wasn’t sure how to tell you but, with you going back to work, now you won’t have to worry about me being cooped up at home all day while you’re gone.”
“I didn’t know you were thinking about volunteering. I think it’s a great idea though. Did you talk to Sam yet? I’m sure he’ll get you hooked up with a position.”
“Not yet, I wanted to talk to you first. I’ll call him in the morning and see what he can do. Does he know you’re looking to go back?”
“No, but Fury does. I asked him what I’d need to do if I theoretically wanted to end my sabbatical but not go back to full active status.”
“And what did he say to that?”
“Pick up a damn phone.” Bucky said in a terrible Nick Fury impression.
Steve laughed, “Sounds about right.”
“I’ll call him tomorrow and see when the next group is going down.”
“Sam’ll be happy to have you back on the team.”
“Yeah, it’ll be good. We’re gonna be okay, aren’t we?” Bucky sounded so hopeful it made Steve’s heart clench. He loved this man so much; the boy who defended him against bullies when he was too small to defend himself, the man who gave him love and care after his ma died far too young, the soldier who followed him into battle so selflessly, the assassin who after seventy years of torture and brainwashing had broken through all of that to remember Steve and pull him from the Potomac, his best friend, his lover, his partner in every sense of the word. “Yeah, Buck.” He said finally, “As long as we’re together, everything's gonna be just fine.”
xxXxx
Steve and Bucky rejoined society on the same cold Tuesday in February. Bucky’s alarm sounded while it was still dark outside and he tried to shut it off quickly to not disturb Steve. Thankfully he barely stirred, his good ear pressed into his pillow and his hearing aid resting on the nightstand, out for the night while he slept. Bucky dressed quickly in the dark and kissed Steve’s forehead lightly before he slipped from the bedroom. He made a pot of coffee and left it on the warmer for Steve to enjoy the rest when he woke up later. Bucky scrawled a note for Steve wishing him a good first day and reminding him to text or call if he needed anything, leaving it by the coffee pot where he would be sure to see it. Bucky stared at the quiet apartment for a moment as he pulled on his winter coat. They had a nice life together but wondered absently if maybe they should get a cat or something. Just a warm happy creature to keep them company when the other was out. Pushing the thought aside he hurried off into the cold to meet Sam at the compound by six.
Steve woke up while Bucky was in the air somewhere over the North Atlantic. He sent him a picture of himself holding up Bucky’s favorite Star Trek mug, smiling with his hair in disarray from sleep, along with a quick text.
Stevie G [7:06:18AM]: IMG.29348
Stevie G [7:06:20AM]: Thanks for the coffee! :)
Jerkface [7:07:10AM]: np have a good 1st day luv u
Stevie G [7:07:40AM]: You too. XOXO
Steve was still smiling when he left the apartment for work, ready to tackle his first day back in the world.
It was late when Bucky got home but Steve was still awake watching a documentary on Georgia O’Keeffe.
“Hey, you didn’t have to wait up for me.” Bucky said as he hung his coat by the door.
“It was our first day, of course I did. I saved you dinner too if you’re hungry.” Steve offered, turning off the TV.
“We grabbed dinner before we headed back but thanks. Maybe you can take it with you tomorrow for lunch?”
“Maybe. I found a deli down the street from the VA today and I had the best pastrami sandwich of my life. I’m taking you there this weekend.”
“Sounds great. As much as I missed you, I’m beat. How about we go curl up under the blankets and you can tell me all about your day?”
“You just wanna get me in bed.” Steve teased pulling Bucky close to him. He lifted up on his tip toes and kissed Bucky until he let out a soft moan.
“Says the guy kissin’ me ‘til my toes curl.” Bucky teased back. “Come on, ya punk.” He swept Steve up in his arms and carried him off to bed where they could relax, catch up, and then get back to where that kiss had been leading.
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