#Door Mini Basketball Hoops for Kid

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5 Basketball Hoops: A Comprehensive Comparison

Hey there! So, I recently had the chance to try out and compare a few different indoor basketball hoops sets, and let me tell you, it was a blast! These hoops are perfect for kids and adults alike, and make for a great addition to any home or office. Now, let’s talk a bit about the history and benefits of having an indoor basketball hoop set. These types of products have been around for quite…

[lazyrants]

Secret Agent Zero (prod 126)

Original airdate: October 21, 2005

Story by Magnus Scheving, Gudmundor Thor Karason

Written by Noah Zachary, Cole Louie, Magnus Scheving

Directed by Jonathan Judge, Magnus Scheving

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess

I don't have much expierence with spy related media except watching 'Enter the Dragon' & 'Spy Kids'. So I'm expecting some kung fu moves and over the top villain plans in this episode.

The episode starts with a pretty over the top cold open. Sportacus is brushing his teeth then he accidentally (accidentally my butt, the door was open, who leaves it like that??) throws it out the door AND HE JUMPS OUT OF THE SHIP (he lands on the sky chaser, durr) to get this toothbrush. And he gets it and puts in his shirt.

Then he goes back up with complete satisfaction that he has a TOOTHBRUSH. Pretty over the top already. Satisified with the Spy Kids aspect. Agent Pink, Agent Candy, and Agent Mine are in Pixel's house in their spy outfits. Communicating on their walkie talkies (they're right next to each other?????), they ask each other if they're ready, and Agent Candy is ready... after one more lick of his lollipop.

They go spying, but nothing is happening.. until Robbie comes in and starts yelling about how much he hates the sports equipment on the field. He plans to remove all the equipment off the field so Sportacus stops flipping and stuff like that. He kicks a basketball (dude..) out of anger, and it bounces back and he does a ridiculous jump.

Truly LOLed. Well, not truly. Anyways, he starts to move the basketball hoop until Milford catches him, questioning what he is doing. Milford says he can't do that, and Robbie asks why he should listen to him (this is ridiculous, you've been living in LazyTown since like what, the 1999 play and you still don't know who the mayor is?), then the Mayor says because he's the Mayor. WORLD SHATTERING NEWS. Then Stephanie says 'Way to go' after Robbie leaves and Milford over-hears her.

Milford thinks he is being watched so he asks Sportacus for help via a letter. Meanwhile, Robbie thinks he should run LazyTown and he has a plan to do so. Then he gets into his Fordmill Meansbad costume. Make that blue and I would rock it all the time.

So, anyways, Sportacus comes, Milford tells him the issue, Sportacus flips onto a wall and he sees Ziggy, and then he leaves. The spies tell Milford he's spying.. well.. they're spies, what the hell did you expect me to say, they're writing a novella? Then they ask what he does as mayor but Fordmill Meansbad answers it for him and also says that he is the new mayor. So then they have a vote (yellow paper = Milford, purple paper = Fordmill), and everyone votes for Milford.

..Except.. Bessie, the rat! Now since Robbie has one vote, he lies that the majority voted him and now he is mayor. He bans Sportscandy first thing and he goes over to his office. Milford is sulking with the rest, and everyone is confused as to who'd vote Fordmill.. then they all look at Bessie, whose excuse is.. 'he had such fancy clothing'. The same logic as all the people who crush on Hans Gruber. Ziggy enthusiastically says he can be a secret agent.

They start off with gadgets. Off to French Fry Hair Boy's house! First up, they have a pen with a built in mini camera, a shoe with a built in phone, and Bessie rings him to test. Then we got two cufflinks.. and if you press one of them.. you get hit in the face.

So he decides to press the OTHER cufflink and gets LAUNCHED UP IN THE AIR. Bessie, the idiot who started the entire thing yells at him to get down from there. You know the drill, crystal beeps, Sporty flips, and he saves Milford.

So Fordmill makes an announcement banning sports, and the kids tell Sportacus everything. Bessie says that gadgets are fine, but you also need style. Then they perform Man on a Mission. The song ends with Milford screwing up (pressing his cufflink..) and Steph asks Sporty to go with Milford. He does, being the nice guy he is. Meanwhile, Fordmill is really getting into being mayor, playing with a mini set of LazyTown and driving the sports equipment away with a truck.

Meanwhile, Sportacus has devised a plan while they are crouching down a wall - flip in, get box, flip out. But Milford falls down doing the signature move.. which is honestly pathetic. So, anyways, he goes into the town hall, and he stands on a trap-door. He has a very.. unique greeting.

Gudmondor Thor made this ugly looking puppet in 1999 for Wit Puppets. Thank the heavens he made new puppets for the 2004 show, because if not, I would be reviewing DORA THE EXPLORER. Anyways, Sportacus shows no fear considering it's a.. y'know.. puppet. So, anyways, the real Fordmill stands up and pulls a lever. He has trapped Sportacus!

Anyways, Milford is also greeted by the puppet, and the puppet says that's a puppet. Puppetception. Also hypocrisy. So, anyways, Robbie stands up and he is ready to pull the lever, trapping Milford too. But Sportacus' crystal beeps so he handstands.

Robbie starts chasing Milford around the office. But the chase is interrupted when Bessie calls to say hi to Milford.. Bessie is unironically my least favourite character and she should be yours too.

The chase continues until Milford says that Sportacus'll save him, but Sportacus is 'incommunicado', 'no longer able to be with us', and 'stuck in a dark place with a lid on it'. Milford doesn't understand it. And this guy is STILL mayor of the town. Maybe the town'd be in a better state with Fordsmill. So, anyways, he steals Milford's pen and writes down 'Sportacus is trapped' and throws the pen out. By now, Bessie is super mad (she started it!!!), the phone is still on, and she tells Milford to give Fordmill the phone.

So, she warns Fordmill not to touch a single hair on Milford's hair, and Fordmill says that he doesn't have any hair. LOL! Ridiculed he is talking to a phone, he breaks it.

In retaliation, the secret agent does.. nothing. In fact, he lets Fordmill (probably off-camera) tie him in ropes, upside down, risking getting biten by an angry fish and also breaking his precious flower (Gloria, which was also the name of David Matthew Feldman's mother, Gloria Feldman.)

The kids decide they have to help Milford. Meanwhile, Sportacus spots an apple on Milford's desk that can fit in the trap door hole. So he knocks the door until the apple falls in the trap door and he energizes, jumping out of the trap door.

The rope breaks just when Sportacus grabs onto it, pulling it up so that Gloria lives and Milford doesn't have a fish bite. Meanwhile, Fordmill is in the town hall, celebrating that Sportacus is trapped until Agent Pink turns the chair around.

Her two partners also appear, and Agent Candy calls him a cheater pumpkin eater before pulling the lever. Milford and Sportacus show up and Agent Pink tells him she trapped Fordsmill. So he gets him out of there, and Candy asks who he is (after he explained it so much earlier in the episode..). He winks and his eye thingy falls off. The disguise is revealed.

They check the votes and Milford has won by a landslide. To celebrate, they sing the Bing Bang song. In the lair, Robbie is sulking, but then the puppet turns over, saying the catchphrase.. 'So, character, we meet again'. In the French dub, Robbie talks about his confusion for who is controlling the puppet (which is ultimately better then the dialogue in the English version).

Then the episode ends.

It was missing a lot of Kung Fu moves. 7/10

[lifegreatsblog]

Quiet Basketball: The Quiet Game That Brings Indoor Courtside Fun

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[ghostgardn]

His Tutor

synopsis: Reader is Graham Lansing's AP Psychology tutor, when she meets him at his house he cracks a deal.

a/n: FINALLY WROTE SMTHN. This has taken me like a MONTH to finish, so Prom Pact fandom pls rise from the dead n appreciate istg 😤

You knock on a thick white door, the address matching Graham's text. A beautiful redheaded woman opens the door with a distracted look, when she finally focuses on you a bright smile spreads on her face.

"You must be Y/N, it's so great to finally meet you." She firmly shakes your hand and calls for Graham. You glance around the foyet before hearing thudding footsteps from the staircase.

Graham, shirtless, presses his stomach to the railing as he looks at you two. His mother quickly scolds him for his appearance and urges him to put a shirt on.

"One thing I've learned about being in a house full of boys is they think this is a glorified locker room." She gestured around herself before her head turned towards a double swinging door, where a phone rang loudly. "Make yourself at home." She said before excusing herself to answer it.

You slowly made your way around the clean white room, eyes sweeping over the many picture frames. Again there was some thudding on the staircase so you turned around to face the noise.

"Hey. Ready to get studying?" You asked, tilting your head slightly. A big smile grew on Graham's face.

"Yeah, follow me." He said, waiting for you to meet him at the staircase. You trailed up the steps behind him and turned the corner twice before making it to his room. Toeing your shoes off, you slipped comfortably onto his desk chair. Meanwhile he dropped into his beanbag chair, grabbing a basketball and throwing it up.

"Okay, today is Piaget's Theory. How much of that do you remember from last week?" You asked, looking over your notes and then meeting his eyes.

"The theory is that children's intelligence undergoes changes while they grow, right?" You smiled and nodded before flipping the page.

"Yes! There are how many stages?" You asked throwing him a paper to crush and throw in his trash can.

"Four." He stated, throwing the paper away. You tossed him another. "Sensorimotor, pre operational, concrete operational, formal operational." And he tossed another.

"Yep! Sensorimotor is-"

"Ages 0-2 and is how kids experience the world. Through sensory experiences and motor actions." He interrupted. Tossing another piece of paper into his trashcan with a large dopey smile. You nodded and started again.

"Pre Operational is..." You prompted, eyes glued to your notebook.

"I have an idea." Graham said, noticing your lack of attention on him.

"Hmm?" You asked, half listening.

"If I get this entire theory right, I get to kiss you." He suggested, eyes tracing your face.

"Yeah sure." You said, eyes still glued to the page. Not hearing what he said.

"So that's a deal?" He asked, eyebrows shot up.

"Mmhmm." You agreed, muttering his name while you wrote something down.

"Okay! Pre operational starts at two, they can play pretend, talk about past memories, and can speak about people not in the room with them.” He says, watching you check a box and look back up at him. He throws a mini basketball into a small hoop attached to his closet door.

“The concrete operational stage begins at seven. Kids can solve problems better, because they can consider multiple options and endings. They can read maps, perform math better, and understand two different glasses can hold the same amount of water even if they look different.” You nodded and checked another box, looking back up to see the sun beaming on his face. He shook his long hair out of his face like he was a puppy, pulling the desk chair closer to his bed.

“The formal operational stage is the fourth and final stage.” Graham focuses an eyelash resting on your cheek, he leans forward and gently lifts it off and holds it in front of you. “Make a wish.” He whispers, hot (vaguely minty) breath fanned over your face. You quickly blew the eyelash off his thumb.

“It starts at age eleven, they can think of hypotheticals, abstract thoughts, and can use reasoning skills to solve a problem. Done.” He finished, still close enough that you wouldn’t have to reach far to get to him. You checked the final box, and when you looked back up he was even closer.

“That means I get to kiss you, y’know.” Graham muttered quietly, eyes grazing over your face.

“What?” You asked breathlessly. His large hands raised to meet your waist.

“We made a deal. If I got the whole theory right, I could kiss you.” He said, pulling you closer.

“I- uh. I guess I don’t remember that.” You replied. Your knees touching his, wheels squeaking against the hardwood floor. The chair half raised from a soft rug underneath her.

“Well can I kiss you anyway?” Graham asked, puppy dog eyes engaged, and a sweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah, that’d be alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please kiss me.” You responded, soon feeling his hand glide up from your waist and settle on your cheek. Your breath mixes with his as you lean close. His nose nudges yours.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” You nod briefly, he leans into you and places his lips on yours. The kiss is gentle and sweet, his lips are soft and he tastes of mint. He pulls back with a smile.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Graham whispers, forehead resting against yours. You smile at him, eyes boring into his.

"Me too." You responded lips grazing his in another kiss. Love overflowing in your heart.

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This is perfect for your child's play room!

[darwin-xf]

SSSSStakeout

Stakeout. Baltimore. Not an X file. Skinner had assigned them.

He called them in the day before. Immediately, he had Scully’s complete undivided attention. Mulder was predictably peevish. Pouting. God, why was he always like this?

“You have been carefully selected to be part of this team. The human trafficking task force here in DC has been working to get these guys for two years.”

“It’s just that, Sir, we’re the only two agents assigned to the X files. What if a case comes up while we’re on this other thing?”

“Mulder. Last week I found you a mutant in California. Don’t be a pain in the ass. We’re closing in on arrests here. And we need experienced agents. It’s only a couple days. One mistake could make it all go boom.”

Scully was raking him over, pinning him with some serious side eye. Skinner shut up and ducked down to pretend to get something from a bottom desk drawer. Allowing her the space to persuade him with those peepers. God knows they had worked him over once or twice. Maybe three times. Jeepers creepers.

These two. He was something. But she, she, she? She was something else.

Skinner’d gone to high school with a kid named Brett Miller who was a freakishly good athlete. And he played basketball with this guy. Class of 1970 and to this day, he still held a handful of school records. He’d gotten a full ride at Villanova then played a couple of years in the NBA, plus ten more overseas. Their coach was old school, never one for gratuitous praise. He ran their asses off in practice, had them drill on defense ninety percent of the time.

One day they were working on mastering a full court trap press. Nobody was supposed to shoot the ball. An inviolable rule. But Brett, once he quit holding back, he singlehandedly broke the press with ease. Then he skittered out of double coverage with a behind the back dribble and launched a shot from forty feet. When the ball was in the air, everybody gasped. Then it fell through the hoop, nothing but net. Brett fell to his knees and grabbed his head.

“Sorry, Coach. Sorry guys,” he said, and fell down prostrate on the court. “Glad he’s on our team,” their coach quipped. Gruff old guy.

Then had them all run five suicides before sending Brett to the showers and resetting the press. Supposedly it was a punishment, but Skinner knew even then that coach wanted them to practice against normal human boys. They won a state championship six weeks later.

That’s how Skinner felt about Mulder and Scully. They tended to muck things up. But all in all, he was glad they were on his team.

“OK, Sir.” Mulder said, when Skinner was back in his seat and facing them thirty seconds later. He was gripping the arms of his chair.

Scully nodded. She’d won this round. And she’d seemed relieved and pleased, Skinner thought, her pigheaded partner had knuckled under.

Thirty-six hours later, they sat on a squalid block in outside a row of strip clubs. One way street, narrow and dim. Parked in a ‘68 Mustang (special issue motor pool) equidistant from three pertinent businesses demarked by tawdry awnings inked in flagrant fonts: Norma Jean’s, Pussycat, and Club Hustler.

Fifty yards from the front entrance of the Charm City Suites, with a view also of an emergency exit up a narrow alley. Eyes trained on doors, tracking comings and goings. Nothing yet.

Inside, a trio of Albanian bad guys were allegedly holding between ten and twelve women from all corners of the globe against their will. Seduced with promises of opportunity and liberty, then stowed, stashed, and shifted to this small seamy corner of the supposedly free world. They were displaced and disempowered, lacking a common language or a lay of the land. Forced into rough trade.

It was a delicate operation. These guys had reach, and assets, a dozen identities between them and links with organized crime, plenty of cash in offshore accounts. If they were tipped, they’d simply disappear. Never be brought to justice.

Not a X file. But a handful of real assholes who needed to be off the streets. He knew this. Lately, he’d been trying to, you know, grow up. With the new year coming up, hell, a new Millenium in fact, he was considering a resolution. Change is hard.

They had drawn the midnight to 8 am shift. Their cover was, she was a dancer at Norma Jeans, and he was her boyfriend. If the subjects —they had extensive dossiers on all three— took interest or noticed them, she was on a break, visiting with him outside in his car.

She was Scarlett, he was Mulcahey. That was it. They were to improvise from there, as necessary. There were lone agents posted in all three titty bars, plus a pair staying in the hotel, all original members of the task force.

Scully was next to him, an arm’s length away across the bench seat of this seriously sweet ride. Not that he was a car guy, but Gawd.

Two hours in, a silence had settled between them. Not uncomfortable. Scantily clad as per their cover, she hummed as a shiver ran through her. Mulder eyeballed her and turned over the key. The engine roared to life. Soon a weak plume of heat seeped out from the floorboards and pooled around their ankles.

“If we could take her for a spin, I could warm you up properly, Scully.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him.

“What? V eight and all. Kind of irksome, just to have to sit here idling. Makes me feel... impotent.”

Beside him, huddled around her cup of lukewarm coffee procured on the way over, she began to shiver.

“Aw, Scully. Crap.”

He stripped off his black leather jacket and she sat up, allowing him to drape it over her shoulders. He still wore several layers. A long sleeved slub cotton white v neck tee, a chambray dress shirt, slippery and moss green. Stiff jeans dyed dark indigo. Black boots.

She eyed his outfit. Shook her head. Unfair. She wore only a leopard print mini dress. Straight from central casting. Really.

“Thanks,” she said, glad for the warmth. And the masculine creak, the almost alive redolence of hide. She snuffed her nose against the collar, breathed him in. Thought of his sofa.

“Skinner warned us,” he said, imitating him. “This is not a warm body stakeout, Agents.” She smothered a laugh.

This pleased him. He smiled.

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[allsassnoclass]

57 kiss list with muke pretty please

alrighty Em have some sweet Halloween muke!

muke: breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you're murmuring into each other's mouths

"How do I look?"

Luke glances up from his dinner, taking in the sight of Michael standing with his arms out. He's wearing a blue and white jacket with jeans, green fingerless gloves, and a stiff black wig underneath a red and white snapback.

"Exactly like Ash Ketchum," Luke says.

"Good," Michael grins. "It'll be better when you're in your costume, too."

"You know, it only takes one of us to answer the door. We don't both have to do it."

Michael pouts, sliding into the seat opposite Luke. Luke lasts all of five seconds before he crumbles.

"I know, I know," he sighs. He's powerless against a pouting Michael, and he was mostly teasing, anyway. There's nowhere else Luke would rather be on Halloween. Part of him is glad that none of their friends decided to throw parties this year, because Michael would've had a difficult time saying no to them despite how excited he clearly is to pass out candy this year.

It's their first Halloween in their new house, out in a family-friendly neighborhood with a home owners association and everything. Their previous homes were apartments, which meant that this is the first time Michael has really been able to go all-out for Halloween as an adult, complete with decorating their yard with plastic tombstones and fake cobwebs. He's been looking forward to passing out candy to kids since he saw a group of them out playing earlier in the month and realized he'd be able to.

Luke hasn't been allowed to touch any candy in the house since. Michael went so far as to hide it in a secret spot so he can't, which is probably a good thing, because Luke knows he wouldn't be able to resist otherwise. They definitely bought way too much of it, but Michael is determined that every kid who comes here gets a king's ransom. Luke is looking forward to stealing bits and pieces of the leftovers for the next few weeks.

"They're going to start arriving soon," Michael says, kicking him gently under the table. Luke hooks their ankles together. "You should go get your costume."

"Let me finish dinner first," Luke says. "It's still early. No one will be out yet."

Luke is interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Michael gives him an unimpressed look before rushing for the door. Luke can hear his excited exclamations over the kids' costumes as he hands out fistfuls of mini candy bars and packs of skittles. He smiles down at his plate and eats the last few bites of dinner.

Michael has always been good with kids, and moving into a suburban house has only emphasized that. He always smiles and waves at the kids out on the street when they catch eyes, and he mentioned how safe the neighborhood is and its distance to nearby schools when they first started the house hunt. He even lets the neighborhood kids use the basketball hoop above their garage when the driveway is empty, since Michael and Luke themselves aren't getting any use out of it.

There are a lot of parts of this house that aren't getting much use yet. They have three extra bedrooms right now, one that's being utilized as an office for Michael and two that they're keeping open for guests. Luke wonders how long it's going to take before Michael starts suggesting they fill one of them with a new family member.

He doesn't have long to ponder that before Michael comes back into the room, pout out in full force.

"Now will you get your costume on?" he asks. "One of the little girls in the last group was dressed up as Darth Vader. You would've loved her."

"Yeah, I'm going," Luke says. Michael takes his plate for him while Luke heads to the bedroom.

His costume is super easy and will look cheap next to Michael's, but it's the best he can do while fitting with the theme. Michael got him the Pikachu onesie for Christmas last year, but it serves its purpose now: keeping him comfortable and making Michael happy.

Michael beams when he sees him.

"How do I look?" Luke asks, holding his arms out the same way that Michael did earlier, turning slightly side to side so Michael gets the full effect, including his lightning bolt tail.

"Electrifying," Michael says. Luke laughs, closing the space between them in a few steps. Michael's hat is in the way for a proper kiss, so he compensates by leaning down and placing a quick one on his jaw. Michael flips his hat around accommodatingly, tugging Luke back down so he can press their lips together. Luke pulls his closer by his jacket.

He loves kissing Michael. It's one of those things that he's never going to get used to, not matter how many years they're together or how many times it happens. These types of kisses, sweet and deep ones where they have all the time in the world, are his favorites. Michael shuffles impossibly closer and tilts his head, scratching the edges of Luke's face with his wig.

"You sure we can't just do this all night?" Luke asks when they part, both of them staying close enough that he's practically breathing the words into Michael's mouth.

The doorbell rings at that moment. Luke feels the ghost of Michael's smile against his lips before he pulls away.

"Duty calls," he says. Luke sighs, but lets him go easily. Michael skips a little on the way to the door, leaving Luke to grab the candy bowl from the side table near the entry. They're greeted by an off-rhythm chorus of "trick or treat!" from five kids of varying ages, and Luke watches Michael's smile transform into a delighted grin.

"Wow, these are awesome costumes," he says, grabbing a fistful of candy from Luke to place in the first bag. He makes appropriate small talk with all of the kids, asking who they're dressed as and telling them happy Halloween when the last one has candy. His smile never wavers, only grows, and Luke is easily infected by his joy.

"See, that wasn't so bad," Michael says once they close the door, triple-checking that the outside light is on to let other kids know they can ring the bell.

"Not bad at all," Luke replies, pressing another kiss to his lips.

[pinkhairedlily]

Chapter 7 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Sakura went to her shift a little bit giddier than usual for a variety of reasons despite the busy holiday season; it was nearing Christmas after all. The first one – having finally tied with Sasuke in their recent exams, and the second – the approval of her personal project. There was also a third reason, but she was unresolved of what to feel.

Kakashi met with her alone after their monthly council meeting. It was the usual talk, the heavy administrative concerns they do not bother other council members with, reminders about problematic behaviors among the student body or personal problems that faculty or students were plagued with that needed intervention. He said an apology just as she reached the door.

“Sakura?” Kakashi asked, turning in his chair.

She looked back at him with a neutral expression. While she knew she wasn’t overtly passive aggressive in her actions, he might have noticed a change in her cheerful disposition towards him. Her clumped fingers anxiously fidgeted with the rubber band on her wrist, his rubber band that she didn’t use anymore to tie her hair. “Yes, sensei?”

“Were you offended with what I said during the school trip?” he asked, but his expression already seemed to know the answer.

Her eyes downcast, she turned the knob of the door, knowing that she was free to leave without replying, but as the door stayed ajar, she decided to come clean. “Yes.”

“I thought as much. I’m aware that I belittled you like a child. Your money is yours to spend however you want. Please know that I only have good intentions with what I’ve done,” her sensei told her. “But isn’t it also unfair for you to shoulder that much problem? I’m a paid employee and before that, I am your adviser. I have a responsibility just as much as you do. Next time you are presented with that, learn to ask for help.”

Sakura didn’t see the expression he had on his face. She was too flustered to compose a comeback and she can only settle for a meek nod before shooting out of the room like her tail was on fire.

“Girlie!” Her coworker’s voice brought her back to reality – a reality of a long queue of customers waiting for their to-go coffees, mini-cakes, and boxes of pastries to share with loved ones in this cold night while she’ll be likely stuck in shift well past beyond midnight, tolerating the café uniform, the itch of her black weave on her scalp, and the heavy makeup she wore for tonight. She flashed an apologetic (yet charming) smile to the other person, and they gave her a thumbs up.

The queue has thinned out by eleven, to be replaced soon by stragglers hoping to catch a last dose of caffeine pump. She stretched her neck and stifled a yawn, forgetting to say Welcome to a customer that walked through their doors.

“Your sweetest drink please and a half dozen of hazelnut cookies,” the customer said. “Thanks, Sakura.”

She almost broke her already strained neck when she raised it up quickly to meet the owner of the voice. No gel blonde hair Naruto with black circles under his eyes. Rookie MVP looked shit as hell.

She barely formed an excuse in her head when he waved his hand in front of her. “You can drop the act with me. I already knew the week you got discharged from the hospital. I just passed by after dinner with the team when I saw a girl manning the cashier with the same band-aid on her nose which I gave you a day before.” Naruto grinned at her in the off chance that it would reassure her.

“Will this be to-go?” Sakura asked as she busied herself with Naruto’s order, unsettled with her carelessness. At the back of her mind, she was yet to answer herself why she was adamant to use a disguise while working.

“For here. Apartment’s kinda bare during these times.”

As what she expected, Naruto was still seated when they were about to close, and ironically, he chose the corner table with no windows, contrary to what his other friend would have chosen. Like those usual nights with Sasuke, she slid in front of him, her disguise gone.

“Let’s go see the amusement park tomorrow?” It was as if she saw sadness being lifted from his shoulders the way they transitioned from slouching to an alert stance.

She found then that Naruto was always that person that found happiness at the simplest things.

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“A horror house!” Naruto pointed at the very moment they stepped inside the park. He somehow absorbed his captain’s fashion persona, undercut prominent with his baseball cap, loose plain black shirt, and gray cargo pants.

“All right. Treat me if we reach the other end with you clinging to my arm,” Sakura teased. She was dressed in a mauve smocked crop top with high rise flared jeans and platform white sneakers that allowed her to reach Naruto’s shoulders. She wondered if her getup was too much what with the number of heads that turned her way as she littered in the entrance earlier.

Sasuke begged off through their group chat, saying he was unavailable. He was yet to explain that group hug last time, but he was evasive every time Naruto brought it up while she simply cannot find the right timing.

She guessed she was still taken aback by how warm his hold felt like. If she was right, whatever defenses he had around them were toppled down by himself that day. But what triggered it – she’d probably never know.

Naruto placed a fist on his chest. “This is one bet I’ll never lose.”

And he lost – spectacularly. His baseball cap was long gone thanks to a zombie who panicked when he almost punched it. He was also hyperventilating and sweating out of his wits, his throat may have gone hoarse by now with all his screaming inside.

Sakura cannot get rid of the long string of laughter that bubbled. “Come on, let’s cool off for a while.”

To help calm Naruto down, they had to line up with all the other kids in the merry-go-round, then off to paddle a swan boat on a manmade lake. She went all out in the shooting range and won Naruto a frog plushie while he blitzed through the basketball hoops, sneering at the kids beside him who were waiting for their turns.

They capped off the afternoon with a ride on the ferris wheel. They sat opposite each other, and Sakura suddenly felt queasy. She remembered she was apparently acrophobic, and so she focused instead on Naruto who was still in awe of the scenery. The park had a busy crowd today – it was the holiday season after all and families, friends, and lovers were up and about. She just hoped Naruto didn’t catch on yet.

“So why are you stuck with me instead of your family, Sakura?”

Ah he caught on. “They’re busy,” she simply replied. “Besides I’ll see them later in the evening.”

Naruto smiled at her, a smile that knew she was hiding more but he chose not to prod further. Sakura silently conveyed her thanks.

“I don’t know how to thank you. I was really in a slump when we lost, but this day made me recharge my drive and gave me a newfound resolve. You, Pres, is the first to hear it!”

Sakura can only grin, urging him to go on.

“I will bring our school team to the nationals and we will win.”

Sakura clapped her hands and gave him a thumbs up. “Of course, you will. I know you’ll do it.”

“I just wish I told Captain Haru before he left town for vacation.” Naruto slid lower in his seat. “Apparently, he and Hinata broke up. You’re friends with both of them, right?”

Sakura shook her head, shock at the news. She had an inkling from her previous conversation with Haru, but she didn’t expect it would come this early. “I am, but I haven’t really heard from both parties lately.”

“Well, Hinata’s father offered an athletic scholarship to Cap, but he turned it down, saying he was undeserving, and it might just be because of Hinata’s prodding.”

If she recalled correctly, Hiashi Hyuuga was the chair of the Sports Council that spanned all districts of their state. She could see why Haru was angry and disappointed enough to break it off with Hinata. “But they were so good together. Did he ever tell you how they first met?”

Naruto rubbed his hands together and leaned forward. “Do tell please!”

“There was a student exchange of some sort and Hinata ended up in our class for a month. Of course, she was the takane no hana and this immediately gathered a bandwagon group of shallow admirers. Haru, oh Haru, he found pretty people depth-less, but he was the class representative that time – “

“And you were?”

“Of course, a student council president. But wait pay attention Naruto!”

“Okay I am paying attention! But you really are an overachiever!”

“Yeah and what about it!” Sakura almost chuckled in exasperation. “So anyway, he had to escort Hinata back and forth at the school gates because of the unreasonable crowd. He would ask her random things, but most especially on archery since he was so bad at it. And they found a common ground and the topics expanded beyond the arrow and bow. The guy had the nerve to cover it up from me at first, saying they’re fake dating and it was just an arrangement to keep creeps at bay.” She sighed, suddenly saddened by the breakup. “I thought it would last forever.”

“But Hinata never introduced him to her family, did she?” Naruto asked. “Because Cap also told me that when Hiashi called him up for the offer, he didn’t know he was the boyfriend, he was simply a person her friend referred.”

Oh Haru. You must have known what family you were entering when you loved her.

“Hey? Time to get down,” the operator said. Their turn was already finished.

As they walked to the gates, Naruto asked her. “Love is too scary. You’ll never know if you’ll end up hurt or happy despite everything. Besides, can you even say it’ll be worth fighting for?”

Sakura’s fingers immediately went to the rubber band on her wrist, “It’s always a mix of everything, all the good and the bad, and somehow it’s all convoluted into one hodgepodge of memories that will be a part of you forever. It’s your decision what you want to do with it, and in between all of those, you’ll know. Like one big realization in your head that lights up like fireworks and splayed in big capital letters.”

Her eyes met Naruto’s gaze and his eyes slightly widened at her response.

“I talk vague, don’t I?”

“Not at all,” he replied.

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January couldn’t come fast enough, and Itachi was out of the country just as quickly as he entered his apartment unannounced on Christmas Eve. A holiday break, he said, but if he wasn’t annoyingly checking up on him in the evenings, he was otherwise holed up in his hotel. The truth was, he had a conference and a simultaneous workshop with the state hospital. Sasuke was just a side trip, an obligation that his brother didn’t want to take care of.

He could have told him about Naruto and Sakura and how he now knew all the technicalities of baseball because of the former and that he can consider calling them as friends, but their brotherly bond was too frayed to bridge all of those thoughts.

It was a week before the start of the spring term, and he found himself re-reading Naruto’s texts over and over again.

Grumpy.

So how was your date?

AHHHHH SO IT WAS A DATE. I NOW FEEL SO SHY.

Idiot.

SHE LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL IN HER GETUP.

Yeah as if you two didn’t already spam the group chat with your pictures.

HEY AT LEAST WE EDITED YOU IN.

Why are you typing in all caps? Your phone broken?

GRUMPPPPPPYYYYY. Grumpy, I have something to tell you. I think I like Sakura – not the ‘like’ like others have for her. It just came to me, like fireworks in big capital letters. I LIKE HER.

Sasuke wasn’t able to reply. He didn’t know what to reply or what to feel, really. These recent nights, his mind only brought him to the first moment he saw her in the café, and there was an unfamiliar pang he couldn’t name.

Then, suddenly he was in front of her in the café itself, ordering an iced americano and bruschetta with tomato and basil. Her eyes lit up in recognition; today she wore her black hair in low pigtails and a light dab of tint on her cheeks and lips.

She sat across him when it was her break time, cheery and still in disguise, the winter cold making the blush even more prominent. “I’m gonna bounce some ideas to you.”

Sasuke kept mum, relishing the sacred combination of tomato and basil in his mouth, but let his stare level with hers.

“The school board approved my personal project. I proposed to set up a mental health committee since our infirmary – get this – and guidance office don’t actually have a psychiatrist. The school will be asking a medical professional to come in for monthly guidance counseling and will be an official partner for outpatient concerns.” With her face on her palm, she leaned forward, seemingly surveying Sasuke’s minute expressions.

“That’s tricky,” he remarked. “How will you encourage them though?”

“I think just the mere availability and accessibility of it is enough to encourage students.”

“Hmm.” He took a sip of his coffee.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I did it?”

Sasuke knew that he already broke his resolve to remain uninvolved in the remaining years of his life here in this town. He knew that sometime ago, the walls he built up since the accident broke down in the constant presence of her and the blonde idiot. But in spite of, he knew that there was another layer of wall that withstood the recent onslaught. Unfortunately, something has started to leak from its crevices. Something that made him understand the overwhelming emotions that raged behind such walls.

He missed having her all to himself, like a little secret, a safe abode he could always retreat to – her with her black hair and makeup, her with her bouts of vulnerabilities laid out in front of him in rare moments, her with her emerald eyes and tufts of rose hair that peak from the weave, her in this table in front of him and the world outside divided by a glass window.

If he could name it, it was a feeling of loss, a loss he stole and a loss he never had the privilege of feeling in the first place.

“Because you’re a good person and you always think of others,” Sasuke started, still holding her gaze. “And I think you want it because you might need it more.”

Sakura was the first to break off. She soon excused herself and resumed her shift. By the time Sasuke finished his coffee and bread, it was almost closing time. His words may have struck a chord so he decided not to wait for her. Maybe he’ll talk it through with her next time, if she allowed him to. He was almost out of the doors when the new pair of customers passed by.

A glint of silver hair.

“Oh, hello there Sakura.”

And a brunette on his arm.

Sasuke never saw color drain as quickly as the blush did from Sakura’s face.

AO3 LINK | NEXT CHAPTER | CHAPTER 8

[soclonely]

The Clones as High School Teachers and Staff

Rex- The teacher that goes to the teachers lounge between classes to fill up his coffee so many times, he just invests in one for his desk. Counting down the days to retirement Echo- The Librarian. Very strict about you shutting up and checking out the books, treating them properly. Probably uses the Dewey Decimal System still. Fives- The cool teacher that stops teaching halfway through the lesson to show some cool video he found on youtube.  Jesse- The hot psychology teacher. Probably coaches baseball. Entire curriculum of the year is watching episodes of criminal minds and answering questions on a work sheet. Kix- The dapperly dressed teacher. Everyone knows he is dating the psychology teacher but no one will openly say it. Tup- The friendly office receptionists that keeps pencils in her hair. First thing in the morning and still greets you with a smile Dogma- The math teacher that everyone hates. Always emphasizes the importance of state testing and school standards. Only teacher known to give detentions. Coric- School nurse. Has a stocked arsenal. Basically performs surgery for the smallest of paper cuts Bly- Vice Principal. Spends 90% of his day in his office throwing a mini basketball into a hoop he has hooked behind his door.  99- The teacher thats been there longer than the school itself. Says he is going to retire every year. Most loved. Wears same Khaki pants every day.  Commander Cody- The principal. Walks around all chill. Can be mean when needed. Finger gunz Waxer and Boil- The Home Ec teachers. Really into their jobs. Love to teach the sewing and parenting portions especially.   Wolffe- The grumpy chemistry teacher. Lost his eye in a lab accident not following the rules Boost and Sinker- The Janitors. Always arguing with each other and yelling at kids for making messes Hunter- The cool laid back history teacher. Fun to talk to and lets a few jokes slide here and there. Everybody respects him. Wrecker- Two words: Dodge ball. This is the gym teacher that looks like he hasn’t done cardio in 20 years. watches you play while he slams a 2 liter of coke and a family sized bag of chips Tech- The computer class teacher. Total nerd. People like to write profanities and things on his white board for him to come back to. 9/10 times its the gym teacher Crosshair- The bus driver. hates kids. Loves only having to deal with them a few minutes a day. Spends the afternoon sleeping in a parking lot somewhere

[spiderparkerpeterman]

so basically i’m baby

hmm. my last fic wasn't very popular, oops. back to fluff and feel-good content! enjoy!

content: fluff, reader being done with peter's shit, shenanigans involving those of the fur and baby kinds

warnings: reader is a meme because i have chaotic energy, lapslock, minor existential stuff

word count: 2139 (fuck oops)

--

you were lying on your stomach on peter's bed, watching him putter around his dorm room, putting together a presentation for his photography elective. you didn't have a due date for another week, so you had taken the chance to lounge around and laugh at peter for his assignment woes. you were scrolling through instagram when an ad for some baby clothes company came up.

"urgh," you groaned, "i look up baby carriers one time and now instagram thinks i'm pregnant."

peter looked at you from the floor where several undeveloped rolls of pictures surrounded him. "why'd you look up baby carriers?"

"i thought it'd be funny to put my spider-plushie in there and carry it around campus. like 'here's my baby, oh wait it's spider-man!'" you replied with a grin.

"i should have never allowed spider-plushie to be made. you're a menace to society, y/n," peter replied. "anyways, what's so bad about instagram giving you all those ads? never too early to start looking for good baby stuff."

you raised an eyebrow. "i'm not going to hoard baby supplies for a baby that i'll never have, peter. that's weird."

"what do you mean, 'for a baby you'll never have?'" peter asked, to which you groaned again.

"peter. my darling. love- no, wait- larb of my life. i thought you knew? must not have told you. i don't really want kids," you said, shuffling to the edge of the bed so you could hang off of it, putting your hands on the floor to keep yourself horizontal. you were really close to peter's face.

peter's now sad, pouting face.

"you don't want kids?" he asked, feeling his future almost melt away. he'd always imagined having a few kids, watching them grow up and go off to school and then college and growing old with you in your cosy little suburban house with a nice backyard and secret basement for all his spider-man needs. peter loved kids. he often went to orphanages and hospitals to play with and give hope to the kids of new york.

"sorry," you said honestly. "i've just never seen myself with kids."

"you'd make a great mom though," peter whined. you blushed a little- it was a nice compliment, sure, but motherhood wasn't really your style.

"thanks, but... i dunno. it's just not for me."

"not even hearing tiny human feet running to you after a hard day of work and having the tiny little body belonging to said tiny little feet run into you, babbling about how they missed you?" peter asked, his puppy-eyes in full effect now.

but you weren't going to fall victim to his tricks. "no," you replied, a soft smile on your face. "that's your dream, not mine, babe. 'no kids' is the first clause of my mental relationship contract."

"but why not?"

"like i said. not my thing."

--

three days passed, and you had started on your assignment. it was now peter's turn to hang around your dorm and laugh at your assignment woes. you were at your desk, typing away; peter was sitting against your bed on the floor, messing around with his camera.

he cleared his throat. you decided to ignore him, thinking it was just something he needed to do. but then he did it again. you spun your chair to face him.

"yes, peter?" you asked with an air of exasperation.

"i was just thinking. about what you said the other day," he replied, innocent smile on his face- but you knew better. you knew what he was talking about- that damn kids conversation, but you decided to mess with him a little.

"what did i say the other day? was it the thing about deep-dish pizza? because i'm still absolutely serious about that, you know. or was it about naming my spider plant peter- is that a little too on the nose? because the name has stuck, i'm not changing it," you said, giving a leaf of peter the spider plant on your desk a soft stroke.

"ha ha," peter deadpanned. "first of all, i'm still deeply, truly offended about the deep-dish pizza, this is new york, we are not heathens. secondly, naming a plant after me is a little weird. thirdly, it's about the kids thing."

you raised your eyebrows and formed your mouth into a little 'o' in mock surprise. "that little old thing?" you asked, heavily faking nonchalance. "i do not remember it. i cannot read suddenly, i do not know."

"it was a verbal conversation, babe," peter laughed. "it's just- you don't wanna feel that fear and apprehension but also relief of sending your kid off to their first day of school? being so proud of them for making it this far, knowing that it was all you?"

you shrugged. "again, not really for me. i don't like feeling, peter, you know that."

"you literally sobbed over that talking dog movie the other day," peter pointed out, and you flapped a hand at him vaguely.

"i was on my period, hormones do that to you," you huffed. peter just looked at you with his eyebrows raised. you stared at him, before- "okay, fine, he was abandoned, that shit's sad! and right at the end of the movie? who does that! so i feel very strongly about dogs being abandoned. but other than that, i don't like feeling, having emotions is so last year."

peter laughed, so you turned back around and continued your essay.

--

it was another week before peter brought up the kid thing again. you had refused to even so much as think about children the whole time, because how dare peter try to out-debate you.

that was until you were having your fortnightly date night, involving a nice dinner, and a walk around central park, or watching a movie at the cinema, or just ordering pizza and making a blanket fort to watch disney movies in. on this particular night, you had gone to mcdonalds and ordered exclusively off their breakfast menu then left to have a faux-picnic at the local play park. it was almost seven in the evening, so all the kids had cleared off to go have dinner because it had gotten dark, so you two were sitting on a wooden bridge between the slide and mini rock-climbing wall.

peter was staring off to the side of the park, where a small group of teenagers were playing basketball on the one-hoop court. you stared at him.

"whatcha thinking about?" you asked, taking a bite of your mcmuffin.

"what if we have a kid and they grow up and want to go play basketball with their mates at seven in the evening and you're, like, worried they'll get mugged or make bad choices but also happy that they've got friends and do sports and trust you enough to ask?" peter blurted out. you stared at him, mid-chew.

you swallowed thickly. "if you wanna go play basketball with the kids so bad, go. i'll keep your food safe for you. by eating it."

"no, i'm serious!" peter looked at you. "like, that's a milestone! but what if the kid gets mugged or kidnapped or something and we have to pay a ransom or call the police about it?"

"you're spider-man, peter," you pointed out, now taking a sip of your milkshake. "you'd probably go and watch over the kid then rush home when they leave and try to be nonchalant about the fact that you were just watching them, and they'd see through you because you're a horrible liar or something."

"does this mean you want a-"

"no."

peter flashed his puppy-eyes at you, but you were too busy seeing if mcmuffins, hash browns and milkshakes tasted good when eaten at the same time to care.

--

"ok, y/n," peter announced as soon as he opened his dorm door for you, "i thought about why you don't want kids. most mothers are terrified of childbirth. so, and hear me out, we adopt."

you put your bag down on his floor and flopped on his bed. "nah."

"seriously?"

there was something in peter's tone that made you sit up and look at him, fully prepared to be sincere and honest. "pete, look. it's not childbirth that scares me- i mean, yeah, that much pain is terrifying and i never ever want to go through it, but... i just don't like kids. never have."

"why? how can you not like children, they're adorable."

you raised an eyebrow. "they're messy. snotty. gross- dirty in general. they can't wipe their own noses until they're like, three. that's disgusting, i'm not cleaning other humans' snot off their faces. you get no sleep, no breaks, and you know i'm not a people person- i can't really handle being around people 24/7. even you, pete, i'm sorry," you explained, and peter pursed his lips.

"you like your cousins," he said.

"i kind of have to like my cousins, pete. but i don't have to see them every hour of every day. i barely even see them once a month. i need breaks, and rest, and to be alone sometimes. and to be appreciated. and validated. i'm basically baby and need validation, like, all the time. kids don't do that." you stood up and walked to peter, holding his hands. "i know how much kids mean to you, and maybe i'll change my mind in the future, but right now, i'm scared."

"of what?" peter whispered.

"of growing up. of being responsible for another human life. of having to be an adult and having all these responsibilities. i love you and i trust you, but i don't like to think of the future too much. i live in the present, pete. live mas, forever is composed of nows, everything else is uncertain, carpe diem, the world is burning, hotel trivago, i don't know," you sighed, "just trust me on this, okay?"

peter nodded, giving you a quick kiss. "i love you so much, i'm sorry for bugging you."

"it's okay, love," you giggled, "it was getting kind of funny, actually. you did research on why people don't have kids. that's hilarious."

peter laughed, dipping his head down. you poked at his curls. "i guess i got a little carried away."

"live the extra life, peter. never let anyone tell you that there's such thing as getting carried away."

--

you were sitting in a class, barely awake, your laptop in front of you showing an empty word document. your silenced phone lit up, showing your lock screen of peter running into tape in the doorway of his room at aunt may's apartment. you unlocked it to see peter's newest text message.

peter: i did a thing

y/n: oh god what did you do

peter: i found a baby

y/n: i'm sorry? a whole ass baby?

y/n: you found an entire baby? lying around????

y/n: peter we talked about this you know i'm frightened of responsibility, that's your thing

peter left you on read, so you stared, mildly outraged, at your phone, totally ignoring your professor. ten minutes later, peter replied.

peter: sorry the baby peed on my backpack i had to put it in the wash

y/n: i'm SORRY??

peter: i know we can't have babies in the dorm but he was just so cute i couldn't help myself

y/n: peter did you just kidnap a random trash baby what is happening do i need to leave class

peter: nononono i've got it, he's a little rambunctious

y/n: big words for a dumbass

peter: i couldn't say no to those eyes, y/n

a picture popped up on your screen. of a puppy. a little spaniel puppy was looking into the camera with the biggest, brightest brown eyes you had ever seen on any living being. peter's camera was so close to the puppy's face that his snout was elongated, making him look even cuter.

y/n: !!!

y/n: those eyes!

peter: those eyes!!!

peter: !!!!!!!!!!

peter: can we keep him?

y/n: i think you need to take him to the vet first

peter: i found him by a dumpster while doing patrol, i don't think anyone owns him

y/n: wait ten minutes so i can get out of class and then we are taking him to the vet, peter benjamin 'dognapper' parker, this isn't about if someone owns him it's about if this dog has worms and you just infested your entire dorm with illegal trash puppy worm germs

peter: can we name him spider-pup i think he needs to be my sidekick

y/n: PETER YOU MAY HAVE JUST INTRODUCED FLEAS TO YOUR DORM BUILDING YOU ARE SO LUCKY I LOVE YOU

peter, of course, left you on read. god damn that boy.

[nemossubmarine]

Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #23

Next session of our adventure with weapon-smuggling is upon us. Let’s go!

We pick up with our little stolen (confiscated?) ship approaching Civitas A. There’s still quite a lot of army activity going about, so a stealthy approach would be better. Vivek locates a cloaking device on the ship’s panel, but it appears broken, so he asks Saef to go get Gimlet. 

Saef finds Gimlet playing with a skull. 

He says that’s a bit weird, and then relays Vivek’s request. 

Gimlet hands him the skull, and goes to the cockpit. 

Gimlet says to Vivek that he gotta let Gimlet heal him. 

Vivek says no thanks, just fix the cloaking thing.

 Gimlet asks why Vivek doesn’t trust him. 

Vivek counters with that he doesn’t have much reason to trust Gimlet. 

Gimlet explains that he was the reason why Vivek got arrested and why he did it, but this doesn’t seem to weigh much for Vivek. 

Vivek says that he’s gotten the impression Gimlet hates him, saying that the first time they met Gimlet was eavesdropping on Vivek and Eden, next time he threatened Vivek about him being a criminal and the third he had to forced by Gorm to even play nice, so what’s up with that anyway? As far as Vivek knows, he hasn’t done anything to Gimlet. 

Gimlet says it’s the fire, he can’t… with the fire, just can’t. 

Oh, so it’s more of a you problem? Asks Vivek, in the most dickish move of the century. 

Yes, admits Gimlet.

Vivek says ok, that’s that then, there’s nothing Gimlet can do to earn Vivek’s trust, because there’s nothing Vivek can do to make Gimlet like him, not that that’s high on his priority list. 

Gimlet fixes the stealth thing, and Vivek cloaks the vehicle. 

They land near Sheila’s shack. 

Before they go in, Vivek asks if Saef or Gimlet knows anything about how much illegal weapons sell for. 

Saef seems to know, so selling is put on his shoulders. 

The shack is filled with various goodies, weapons, but also like, everyday groceries, and mini-basketball hoops. 

(and a no smoking sign which Vivek ignores) 

Sheila recognizes Saef from somewhere, and when Saef says he used to be a ganger, Sheila laughs awkwardly.

But on to the business at hand, Saef has this abandoned shipment of guns, would Sheila like them. 

Sheila says not many people around buying guns, but sure she can take a look. 

Vivek goes to get samples. 

While there Sheila attempts to sell Saef and Gimlet a basketball hoop. 

Gimlet shows her his gun and asks if she’s got any special ammunition for it. 

Sheila says she does not, but would like to buy the gun off Gimlet. 

It’s not for sale.

Vivek brings back the guns, and also a servitor arm, and says he wants to buy some information off of Sheila, while they’re at it. 

Sheila makes sure we’re not Inquisitor folk, and then says yes she has bought arms (guns, not arms) like that before. 

She then offers Vivek an arm. 

Vivek says sure, let’s take a look. 

Sheila takes them to the back, and shows a box full of AdMech parts, particularly bits of an Sicarian Infiltrator. 

Vivek takes the arm offered, and Saef helps with attaching it. 

It’s not attached very well, and it’s a bit too big for Vivek, but better than no arm, eh? 

The end agreement is 2,5k and information for the guns. 

So our heroes (mostly Saef and Gimlet) get the guns from the ship to Sheila. 

She says she usually bought them from a hangar not far from here from a nice blue-suited space marine. 

Gimlet asks about a Red Corsair, which Sheila doesn’t recognize, only blue fellows, and a guy named Xerxes. 

Vivek thanks Sheila for the information and shakes her hand, telling her to take care. 

Saef stays behind a bit to buy some chocolate from Sheila. 

Outside the shack Vivek warns Gimlet not to throw the name Red Corsair around all willy-nilly, as it might panic some folk. 

Besides, the person at the hangar sounded like an Ultramarine, which doesn’t make any sense, since Ultramarines are the poster boys of the Astartes, definitely not down with illegal weapon selling, Guilliman would be disappoint son. But it’s worth checking out. 

Before our heroes go to the hangar, a nap is in order, so they get back to the ship for that. 

Gimlet goes off on his own to text some friends. 

Vivek and Saef go to the cockpit to sleep. 

Before falling asleep, Vivek tells Saef he’s sorry about what has happened with his home planet. 

Saef says it’s alright, it’s not like he’s living there anyway. 

Vivek notes that it’s still not great, but it’ll be re-build. 

Saef suspects that his family might want to return to Civitas A when it’s rebuild, so he might visit it later, but that might still be awkward, what with Saef running away as a child. 

Vivek admits he has a bit of a difficulty relating, as he lived with his parents until they passed away, but says it’s going to be fine, Saef’ll visit on Emperor’s day and dress up as Emperor, and give gifts to the kids, and that’s going to be enough, if that’s what Saef wants of course. 

Saef thanks dad Vivek for the pep talk. 

After the nap our heroes talk plan and decide is best to act as stupid as possible. They totes just found the thing like this. 

And so they start to head for the hangar. 

The plan involves checking the hangar out first and then unstealthing the ship, but unfortunately, Vivek breaks the cloaking device of the ship.  

The hangar is a big building with a landing pad, and not much else, so Vivek steers the ship down. 

At the last moment Gimlet also turns the autopilot on, as they supposedly followed it down there. 

When they land, a voice comes through the ship’s radio, asking the person steering to turn off the cloaking. 

The door of the hangar opens and a space marine, clad in the armor of the Ultramarines, steps out. 

Noticeably, his armor has similar lenses the bunny and the Red Corsair had. 

Vivek goes outside to greet him, doing his best to act as the AdMechiest AdMech who ever AdMeched. 

He explains the situation: the ship was heading towards Cayenne Pepper’s ship, so some of Cptn Pepper’s people hopped on board and took hold of the ship and now are returning it to its proper place. 

The Ultramarine asks Vivek for his name and who he works under. 

Vivek says he’s G4ry (the owner of his new arm) under Z47r, currently stationed on board Cptn Pepper’s ship. 

The Ultramarine says he’ll be right back, if Vivek could step out of the vehicle. 

Vivek does so. Gimlet joins him. 

Saef grabs the bolter of the Red Corsair corpse, and sneaks out, and hides behind a crate. 

The Ultramarine returns and Vivek introduces Gimlet to him (Gimlet’s secret name is Gimli). 

The Ultramarine tells that Vivek and Gimlet are free to leave. He’ll be going to look into the ship. 

Vivek and Gimlet take the ladder down from the landing pad and are just about the be joined by Saef and start sneaking around the thing, when the Ultramarine calls them back. 

Vivek and Gimlet return on top of the landing pad, and the Ultramarine asks whether Vivek has (dont remember the name of the thing, but like springs that make landing softer?). 

Vivek says yeah, and the Ultramarine says time to test those, and pushes Vivek down from the landing pad. 

Vivek lands with a loud thud, followed by a soft “fuck”. His other leg broke from the impact. 

Gimlet jumps off from the landing pad before the Ultramarine can push him.

Vivek gets up and shoots at the Ultramarine, so does Gimlet. 

The Ultramarine returns fire, hitting Vivek in the chest. 

Saef, upon hearing some battle noises, rounds the corner and shoots the Ultramarine with the Red Corsair’s bolter. 

Vivek, knowing full well he can’t take a second shot, supercharges his plasma caliver (risky move, boi) and shoots the Ultramarine’s chest, shattering one of the mirror-like things. 

There’s a faint crackle, and then the Ultramarine’s body falls away of their sight. 

Our heroes hear someone calling for Brother Tacticus, asking if everything’s okay. 

Gimlet shouts back that’s everything’s fine, how are you? 

To which the voice replies that he never asks how the voice’s owner is doing. 

But Gimlet manages to persuade the person to go away. 

Our heroes climb back to the landing pad and lo and behold there’s no Ultramarine, but a Red Corsair laying dead on the platform. 

Gimlet asks if Vivek needs healing, as he looks like he’s barely standing. 

Vivek refuses. 

Saef asks Vivek to behave for him, but Vivek doesn’t budge. 

Gimlet throws his hands up and goes to loot the Red Corsair.

Gimlet loots the body, picking up a vox phone, key card and a list keeping track of ”broken assets”. 

Saef and Gimlet drag the Red Corsair’s body inside the ship, to buy them some time.

 It appears the mirrors may help in turning the Red Corsair into an Ultramarine, so our heroes decide to test this out. 

First attempt involved stuffing Gimlet into a power armor, but he can’t move in it, so second attempt is sticking mirrors to Gimlet, and hey, there’s an Ultramarine in front of them. Neat. 

Our heroes decide to head inside the warehouse, Gimlet as Ultramarine, Vivek as his prisoner and Saef sneaking as backup. 

They get in, and there appears to be no one who would bother them inside so, the three can move pretty freely. 

There are crates full of weapons, similar to ones on the ship. 

And there’s two pens on either side of the warehouse, one is full of broken down / dead servitors and the other is full of live (7) servitors. 

There’s definitely something weird about them, they appear to be all men, same age and looking quite similar to each other, cousins, or brothers or something. 

Utility servitors, with parts that Vivek recognizes to be Triplex Phall in origin, but mismatched, as if some are way old-school. 

Looking over the warehouse, they find shipping charts, telling who has been buying and what, and it mentions the place Elysium again. 

Gimlet knows to say that’s a spacehulk, a combination of broken down and crashed-together space ships that floats around the galaxy. 

Well, if our heroes are to get to the bottom of this, they probably need to head there next. 

But first, Vivek says he’s going to kill the servitors. 

Saef and Gimlet don’t look very pleased about that, but say nothing. 

Vivek tells Saef he doesn’t need to be in here while he does it, but Saef stays. 

Gimlet goes out. 

Vivek uses his knife to put the servitors down. 

There’s still the matter of the guard outside, who our heroes should probably arrest and bring to the attention to Sable Swords (this whole affair really), but more on that next time!

[oumiyuki]

Teachers don’t date teachers (but You-sensei and Riko-sensei definitely are) Ch4

Summary: The whole student body and teachers teases the gym teacher, Watanabe You, with the new art teacher, Sakurauchi Riko, that they make a cute couple. How long can You deny this when Riko isn’t helping to reduce the rumours?

Pairing: YouRiko

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slice of Teacher Life ;D

Words: 2380

Author Notes

Tumbling through life and through the cuts and bruises I present you with a YouRiko-sensei update.

May you enjoy~ :/D

Tease04 – You-sensei and Riko-sensei Love-Love Photo Album

 If the saying “it’s a small world” is true and so often used for people who happen onto each other in various shopping centres, parks or even across countries. That saying is even truer when it comes to You bumping into Riko throughout the school and having more than a few occasions to interact with the new art teacher.

You certainly doesn’t mind. And the school is even more excited about this fact.

Riko takes hurried steps towards the teacher’s office. Her heels click-clacking against the floors of the school as she worries about not making it to her desk before the clock hits 7.30am.

Rounding a bend, the auburn-haired art teacher slips and lets out a short scream, her heart leapt up to her throat and she was expecting the pain of falling on her butt and worse-case scenario of spraining her ankle. But after keeping her eyes closed for about five seconds and nothing came, she slowly opened them.

Her knight in shining armour smiles down at her. Riko pushes her brain’s maiden-like thoughts away with a slight blush. The kind and fit gym teacher who also happened to be in-charged of her well-being in school has caught Riko’s outstretched hand before Riko could slip any further closer to the ground.

You gives Riko a warm smile, perfect for making mornings 200% better. Riko smiles nervously. “T-Thank you, You-sensei… I would be sitting on the floor if not for you.”

You chuckles and shakes her head. “Glad to be of help. I believe your chair inside prefers your butt to be sitting on them than on the floor.”

Riko stares at You with a tint of pink covering her cheeks. “My butt…huh.” Riko tilts her head to the side in a considering manner.

You pulls Riko upright without warning and her free hands lifts to cover her embarrassed face. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say butt. I mean I did. But..I didn’t mean to seem so crude…In front of you…Er…”

Gods, why do I always mess up in front of Riko-sensei?

Riko giggles softly into her free hand as she left the hand that You caught to still be in hers; it felt so warm there after all. “I like your straightforwardness, You-sensei. So don’t worry about it.”

You looks at Riko before lowering her head.

Riko-sensei is too kind...

One of the early to school newspaper club student snaps shots of You catching Riko and still holding onto Riko’s hand after. She checks the saved image in her camera with a grin and only left when Riko and You went on their way.

 “And…finishing dunk.” The sparkling with sweat and equipped with a shining smile gym teacher kicks off the ground and easily plunges the basketball into the hoop before landing back down with a twist.

Nailed it!

Her students cheered loudly while the other half of the class that had to go up against her booed in a slightly dejected manner.

“You-sensei, that’s amazing!”

“Ahh, there’s no way we can win You-sensei…”

You laughs loudly as she ruffles the head of her surrounding students; not minding the sweat and even accepting some of their elbow jabs. “Hey, hey. You girls are getting better. And I did take some of the basketball girls on my team.”

Totally unplanned when I jacked the game, but it’s the truth.

You winks and the other team groans again.

“How did you do that dunk? It was so cool!” A student asked with starry eyes and hands in a prayer manner.

The gym teacher looks to her student who wasn’t very tall for dunking and back to the hoop; her smile never wavering. “With practice and believe.”

As every main character will tell you.

You raises her right hand which catches the basketball a student throws to her immediately when they noticed the flow of conversation. You nods to her student to watch her closely and she begins dribbling the basketball towards the hoop, and when she feels the momentum is right – a jump and smoothly dunks once again.

The student claps vigorously. “…But I still don’t get it?”

“What did I just do?” You prompts and points to her slow dribbling.

“Dribble the ball.” The student answers.

“What am I doing now?” You begins a half jog.

“Um…Running with the ball.”

You smiles and nods. “Find your pace and let your palm feel the ball.” You holds the ball in both hands. “Now what am I doing?”

“…Holding…the ball?” The student asks.

“Essentially. And gauging how firmly I am holding the ball. Before I stare down the hoop. And~” You throws the ball at the angle she felt just right, and in the next two seconds, the beautiful sound of the basketball swooping through the hoop and net was heard. Every student stood in awe.

Oh man…This attention…

“It’s all about practice.” You chuckles abashedly at the silent attention. She liked being a gym teacher because of the always on the move and energy, so this much attention made her nervous.

The student who asked about how to dunk nods enthusiastically. “I will!”

Ah, I love earnest to learn kids~

You gives her a thumbs up and a wide smile. “Great. Now I think we’ve got enough time for another mini-game-”

“You-sensei~!” You turns to see the Head of Art jogging towards her; which is really a feat as the tall blonde always wore a striking black office skirt that hugged her black stockings covered thighs tightly, coupled with those 2inch black stiletto heels to further add to her height and sexy aura.

How is she even walking in those?

You walks towards the Head of Art so that the blonde teacher does not have to risk tripping with every step she takes. All while keeping an eye on those heels. You has never worn heels in her life. Or at least she did twice and never wanted to do so on a daily basis like some of the other teachers do.

“Ohara-sensei. What’s up? And do be careful in those killer shoes.” The ash-brunette dodged a swipe at her with a cheeky smile.

“They are only killer if you’re referring to how they make me the sexiest teacher in Uranohoshi, You-sensei~” The Head of Art winks.

“I’m always amazed that you can walk in those for eight hours. And even jog.” You shakes her head.

The angle totally makes your ankle hurt. Sneakers are best.

Ohara-sensei grins. “But you do find them sexy, don’t you~?”

You rolls her eyes at the Head of Art stretching out her legs to pose for You. You clears her throat and turns back to her class. “No ogling. And start another game on your own!”

The class hurriedly grab some basketballs and talked to themselves for being caught staring. Everyone loves Watanabe-sensei for being the easiest to talk to and share their fun and worries with. But everyone loves Ohara-sensei for her humour and sexiness, that’s for certain.

“Aww~ How sweet of you, You-sensei~ Do you do that for Riko-sensei too?” The Head of Art winks at You again.

Sweet- What?

You finds heat creeping at her cheeks at the image of her being protective for Riko. “N-No? She doesn’t dress like you do, Ma- Ohara-sensei.” You squints with a pout.

The Head of Art laughs unabashedly. “That’s what you think, dearie. I would tease you more, but we don’t have a good enough audience.”

“Mari- Ohara-sensei!” You protests.

Why does Mari-sensei like to tease me so much!?

Mari places a hand on You’s shoulder while grinning at the shorter teacher’s red face - adorable. “I need you to do me a favour.”

“Well..that’s why you’re here, no?” You grumbles childishly.

Mari nods. “I’ve got a meeting to go to right now. So if you could, I’d love if you help tell Riko that she classes are cancelled on Tuesday. She’ll have other things instructed to do for that day.”

You nods. “Sure. Sounds simple.”

Mari chuckles. “Well, it’s not like I asked you to pick flowers fitting for the teacher you’re crushing on – so yes, it’s simple.”

“Crush- What are you even saying now, Mari-sensei! I don’t have a crush on Riko-sensei.” You turns away from Mari with an indignant pout.

Mari waggles her eyebrows at You. “I didn’t mention anything about Riko, did I~?”

Eh? Mari-sensei didn’t..?

You’s ears turned red too as she realized Mari really did not mention Riko as the teacher You may have a crush on yet the gym teacher jumped to conclusions. “But you insinuated-”

“Mm~” Mari wore a cat-like grin so high You couldn’t do anything.

“Ugh, just go to your meeting, Ohara-sensei. I’ll let Riko-sensei know about cancelled classes.”

Mari laughs. “Remember it’s Tuesday~” And with that, the blonde that arrived like a hurricane goes on her way like a hurricane too.

You returns to her class and instructs two students to take charge on packing and putting back the basketballs in the storage room, and to head back to class properly when done.

The gym teacher takes large strides over to Riko’s class so that she can catch the art teacher before she leaves the art room. Upon reaching, You leans her left shoulder coolly against the door to the art room and puts a finger to her mouth so the students won’t start making noises.

So this is how Riko-sensei teaches huh… It’s not that much different from any other teacher I guess.

You chuckles in her mind at thinking that Riko might have the class turn into a serene garden for art class or something otherworldly for art inspirations. You chucked it up to her sports filled mind’s misconception and knocks on the door twice to catch the art teacher’s attention.

Riko jumps very slightly but You notices so she grins and waves when Riko looks over surprised. “You-sensei?”

“Good morning again, Riko-sensei~”

She sure had her focus on the canvas to be surprised by a light knock on the door. She must really love art.

“Good morning…again. You-sensei.” Riko smiles and walks over. “What brings you here?”

You moves to stand up straight and wipe a stray sweat trickling down the side of her cheek. “Ohara-sensei sent me to pass you a message.”

“Oh. It must be very important for you to come running here then.” Riko reaches in her pocket and offers her handkerchief so that the gym teacher can wipe her sweat.

“Ah, er. It’s okay. I just ended a gym class where we played basketball. Thus the sweat. I don’t want to dirty your handkerchief, don’t worry about it, Riko-sensei.” You rambles on with her hands up to reject gratefully.

Riko nods and keeps her handkerchief slowly back into her pocket. You’s blue eyes watched it go with a hint of regret.

Riko-sensei’s pink floral patterned handkerchief…fits her image and is probably soft like Riko-sensei’s hands… Wai- what am I thinking!

You lifts her head to look away from Riko’s pocket and make proper eye contact. Seeing Riko waiting patiently made her feel relieved. “So.”

Riko nods. “Mm-hm?”

“Ohara-sensei wants me to tell you that Tuesday’s classes will be cancelled… Just to let you know.” You smiles and gives herself a pat on the back internally for completing her mission.

Riko nods again, walks back to take her phone and back to You. “Thank you for all the time, You-sensei.”

Murmurs within the class starts to occur at the information the art teacher just shared. Students turned to talk about how Riko-sensei is always helped by You-sensei and how cute their relationship is.

You peeks at Riko’s phone screen, noticing that Riko has a really neat planner opened and have written in notes that classes are cancelled on the coming Tuesday.

Riko-sensei is so organized…Such a contrast with me…

You places a hand on the back of her neck. “No problem. I’m your official caretaker in the school after all!” You chuckles at the title.

Riko giggles at the title too. “I’m glad to have you as my caretaker.”

You smiles widely, and she feels her spirits more light and jolly just from Riko saying she’s glad to have her.

Riko-sensei is really such a sweet person.

While You and Riko are conversing, some students have taken out their handphones or cameras to take pictures of their two favourite teacher couple. Whispering to one another that You-sensei and Riko-sensei are literally the cutest couple in school and this scene in front of them is proof of that.

At the end of the school day, in the newspaper club room, students of the club and various students through the school were inside sharing snapshots they captured throughout the day to share in the “Love-Love Photo Album”. Meaning to say, they choose selected ones to be blown up and kept as a hardcopy version, a promotional picture on the school’s notice board, and the others into the softcopy album.

“Ahh, every time You-sensei holds Riko-sensei’s hand I feel like I’m going to melt!” A student gushes as she looks through the collection.

“You’re not the only one! Looks at how their hands fit so well in each other’s!”

“C’mon, girls~ It’s not just the hands you should be looking at.” A confident voice sounds at the door before it closes.

“Ohara-sensei!” The students greets.

The Head of Art wears a Cheshire grin and waves to her students before approaching the table and pointing at You-sensei’s face. “You-sensei’s blush is our one hundred and one percent definite proof of their love~”

Students nod eagerly and squealed at the focus on their charming gym teacher’s blushing expression.

“And Riko-sensei’s own set of blush! She’s hiding her affections but it’s so clear to us! Am I right or am I right, girls~?” Ohara-sensei stands up straight and the loud clack of her stiletto heel commanded attention.

The students cheered and clapped. “Yes~! Riko-sensei is in love with You-sensei!”

The Head of Art laughs happily that she’s opening the eyes of the students to notice the little details of the budding love between You and Riko. She’s going home to squeal at each image in the YouRiko Love-Love Photo Album later while she concocts a new plan for teasing You and Riko.

Author Notes

Look at that. I included another Aqours member~;D (Mari, the Head of Art is the ultimate YouRiko shipper and wingwoman. Foreshadowed since chapter 1. Hahas. XD)

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter~ (´∀`)

You and Riko’s actions will always be stalked! And added into that ever-growing album! (*≧∀≦*)

Leave me comments to let me know what y’all think of this chapter~ How’s our Ohara-sensei’s official introduction? Hehe~

[quiet-onset]

Real Life (4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,363 (this was supposed be a drabble idk lol)

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A Cold Front

“You look like death.”

“You flatter me, James.”

It had been about two months since you moved into your new Brooklyn home, with Bucky’s help, of course. You’d been dreading the day you had to move those boxes, but having a certain gorgeous super soldier help made your day extremely better.

However, that same day, you noticed you lived next to a family with two kids. They’d immediately taken a liking to you and Bucky.

The girl, Kenzie, asked Bucky all kinds of peculiar questions about his metal arm. Could he lift an elephant with it? How many magnets did he think it would take before it was weighed down? Did it come in purple? Bucky answered them all with a smile.

The boy, Dylan, was a bit older and wanted to know if he could join SHIELD. You had to explain to him that he had to be a bit older, but he said it was okay. “I’m gonna help people anyway.” He had told you.

They were sweet kids. And it was those same sweet kids that had gotten you sick.

You hadn’t bothered getting properly dressed for work; no one was going to see you. You just needed something comfortable and functional enough for you to finish your current project; Steve’s new shield. Shuri’s shield had gotten a little beat up over time. Those days, she was so busy in Wakanda, she didn’t have time to fix it. So you assured her that you were okay to make him a new one.

However, with your puffy eyes, stuffy nose, and sore throat, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“You’re sick. Why are you here?” Bucky asked. He stepped into your workshop, kicking aside a few stray tissues that missed the trash can.

You blew your nose, “I work here.” You crumpled it and tossed it to the trash can, watching as it just tipped onto the floor from the rim.

“Not so good at basketball, huh?”

“I’ll have you know, I am great at basketball.” You sassed. “Take away the court, the hoop, and the ball, and I’m a natural Michael Jordan.”

“I’ll pretend I know who that is.”

You laughed as best you could under your sickness and pushed a stray hair from your face. “So what’s up?”

“Well, I came to ask about Steve’s shield, but you obviously can’t finish it right now.”

“Pfft, yeah, I can. That’s what I’m doing. See?” You pointed to the prototype that was still being worked on. It was a combination of his old shield and Shuri’s design. You’d talked to Steve about what he wanted, and he assured you that the Captain America he was when he joined the Avengers was not the same man he was now. “We decided to keep the circular shape of his old shield, as it provides more spacial protection, and add in Shuri’s tech. Ya know, retractable claws, retaining kinetic energy, that sorta stuff.”

“Sounds like you’re all done then.” Bucky nodded.

“Nope. See, the electromagnetic force from the—“

“Y/N, you know I’m not gonna understand a word you say.” He chuckled, making you make a noise akin to a snort. “Just take a break. You’re sick, and you need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when I’m done.” You said, holding back a sneeze. When you finally let it out, Bucky snorted. You turned your head, “What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked down at his feet with a tiny smile on his lips. “‘S just cute, is all.”

You turned back around to hide your grin, the heat creeping up your neck in a wave. You picked up your mug and took a long drink as you finally turned around to face him. The scent of coffee filled your nostrils as Bucky looked at you in amusement. “Is that coffee?” He asked.

You nodded.

Playfully rolling his eyes, he reached down into your mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Ignoring your curious gaze, he tossed you the bottle, “Heads up.”

“Water?” You chuckled.

“Drink it.” He said, heading for the door. “I’ll be back.”

You bit your lower lip as you watched him walk away. The floating feeling in your stomach only became more erratic as you thought about how he thought your sneeze was cute. It was a simple thing, really, but to you, it meant everything. This opened up a whole world of possibility. What else about you did he think was cute, if anything?

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so worked up over a man. You’d dated a few guys, but they all proved themselves to be the wrong one for you. Whether it was due to work or family, there was always something wrong. With Bucky, you found yourself praying there was nothing wrong even though you two weren’t officially together.

An hour later, as you connected another two wires together, causing sparks to fly, you heard a knock at your door. When you looked up, you saw Bucky, his hair pulled back in a bun at the nape of his neck, allowing all of his prominent features to shine, even from a distance. He held a tray in his hands with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea atop it. He nodded to the couch across from your workspace. “C’mon.”

“Bucky, what is this?” You asked, fidgeting with your fingers as you followed him.

“If I can’t convince you to go home, then I’m gonna make sure you take a break.”

You sat down next to him as he set the try on the coffee table. You noticed there was no medicine, which Bucky had quickly picked up on. “You won’t need medicine after this soup. It’ll clear up your system in a day, two tops.” He assured you. “Try some.”

You slowly picked up the spoon, sniffing it as best you could. The steam helped clear your nose a bit, a plus. And the soup smelled pretty good. Finally pushing the spoon past your lips, the hot soup soothed your sore throat, but tasted like a dirty sweatshirt. Your face scrunched up immediately, and you turned to Bucky. “It’s… good.”

Bucky laughed at your disgusted face and shook his head, “No, it’s not. It’s helps though. I used to make for Steve all the time back in the day.”

“Back in the day.” You muttered with a smirk, causing him to nudge you with his elbow. “I can’t finish that. It’s gross.”

“Okay, it’s gross, but it’s not that gross.”

“I’d like to see you try it.”

He shrugged and took the spoon from your hand, surprising you as he quickly downed three spoonfuls of the disgusting soup. “There.”

“Bucky! You’re gonna get sick!”

“I’m fine.” He waved you off. “I’m a super soldier. Super soldiers don’t get colds.”

“That’s not how genetics work, James.”

“C’mon, just eat the soup.” He said, scooping up a spoonful. “Here.”

Your heart began to beat at the speed of light as he brought the spoon up to your lips. Bucky hadn’t even thought anything of it until he looked at your lips. He forgot how kissable they always looked (even when you were sick, apparently). Even with your hair a mess, your eyes puffy, and your nose just lightly tinted red from the stuffiness, you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Your eyes locked, he slowly fed you the soup, pulling the spoon from between your lips just as you swallowed the putrid soup. You tried your best to keep your face from scrunching up again, but the taste of the soup prevailed. Bucky let out a nervous chuckle and cleared his throat, his gaze finally breaking from yours as he set the spoon on the tray. “So just, um, just finish the soup and the tea, alright? I just want you to get better.”

He began to walking towards the door when you called out to him, “Buck!” He turned back toward you as you fiddled with the spoon, the metal still warm. “Stay with me? Ya know, to keep me company.”

He smiled, “Of course, doll.”

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