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littlewigglers · 1 year ago
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Gonna be taking a posting break for a bit, the tanks all need changed up and I don’t feel like taking pictures while I do it.
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soul-dwelling · 1 year ago
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I still haven't gotten to responding to asks.
But something I want to mention ahead of Anime Expo, in case there is any announcement--and not that anyone asked me, but, hey, I've whined about this stuff long enough, so I think I might as well whine again:
I really don't look forward to reactions if some reboot gets announced.
There is nothing confirmed, I only heard one person bring this up as a possibility.
And while I want to be happy for fans, just given how shitty I've been feeling, and how Chapter 113 gave way to Fire Force gave way to the prequel nonsense, yeah, I'd rather be offline for three weeks than sit through endless reactions to a reboot announcement. I don't want to sit in a place where I'm just making myself feel miserable, seeing post and reblogs and reaction videos. Like I said, if I disappeared for three weeks, that'd be why.
Again, I want to be happy for fans if they get a more faithful adaptation of the manga...but that would mean you would be getting a more faithful adaptation of the manga, hence a doubling-down on stuff the manga had but that BONES either didn't adapt (thank goodness) or didn't get to (Chapter 113's madness nonsense, any post-Fire Force continuation, probably some inevitable crossover special that would barely acknowledge B Ichi was a thing), all because Fire Force not imploding sent the wrong message ("Cool, we got to be gross about Tamaki, let's see what else we can get away with!").
So, yeah, if by some miracle a reboot is announced in the next few days, if I say nothing here about it, this is why: I've said what I've had to say repeatedly to the point of annoying myself (including annoying myself right now even typing this). So, I doubt I can say something in the immediate that would be worthwhile. Granted, I wouldn't be surprised if, after giving myself some time, I do end up still writing out some thoughts that I hope would be worthwhile. But I've been dreading this since Fire Force wrecked a lot of good will I had for Soul Eater, and, personally, I've just been overwhelmed by bad news, things falling apart, just feeling shitty, so I'm not in a place where I would greet a reboot with open arms, I would end up greeting it looking miserable and thinking, "Well, here's one more thing that can go wrong."
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inthememetime · 2 years ago
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Best Billionaire (Chapter 1/5)
AO3 here! Based off this post!
More under the cut! (Any resemblance of Evon Mush to actual billionaire Elon Musk is definitely not intentional. I definitely am not rooting for Bruce to punch him).
Side note: no pairings, but friendships are made.
The news was fairly normal. Tragedy here, natural disaster there, stocks were down- wait. Vlad narrowed his eyes at the newspaper in his hands, then confirmed it on the computer. Stocks fluctuated constantly, but a 3-point drop in one weekend?
He pressed a button on his landline. "Leslie? Can you get me the Finance and PR departments on the line, please?"
Best Billionaire. Seriously? "Yes sir, it's a US-based contest. Wayne Enterprises is in the lead, followed by Stark Industries, Dalv Co., and LexCorp."
"And what did Wayne and Stark do to get ahead?" He asked.
"Benefits, sir. Wayne lowered employee costs and doubled benefits, while SI kept the same packages but decreased their waiting period."
"Hmm. Get with Benefits, both of you. By Wednesday, I want an in-depth cost analysis of waving the waiting period until 30 days after training," the PR person choked on something, "and let's see what we can do for increasing benefits."
"Yes sir."
"With all due respect Mr. Masters, why even consider it? That's a good chunk of the bottom line."
He tapped the newspaper idly for a moment. "Our stocks have dropped, not because they've innovated new products or changed prices, but because they look like they care. If we don't get ahead of this now, it'll look like we're playing catch-up, and could cause further losses. Best play along, for now, we can afford it."
"Understood."
He made the announcement Thursday morning, effective immediately. Next day, stocks were normal. Next week, up by 5 points.
All was back to normal.
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He got the call at 3 AM, and vowed to murder someone if it weren't serious. "Yes?"
"Stocks are down 25 points, people are talking about selling shares," his PR person snapped.
Vlad was entirely awake now. "What happened?"
"SI. All employees are now making a living wage, and employees making over that have been given $2/hr raises. Wayne matched them."
"Peanut brittle. And LexCorp?"
"Nothing yet, but they've been going down since the benefits change."
"Match them. Match them, and double tuition reimbursement. How popular is the daycare reimbursement?"
"Nobody's mentioned it, but both companies have it."
"50% reimbursement. Make the announcement, make it big, rent out ad space on every social media site you can, get billboards, whatever you have to do. Don't worry about the budget for this."
"Yes sir."
It was 4:30 when he walked into the building. "Where are we?" He called to the team in the conference room.
"10 points shy of normal, most aren't awake yet."
"Shareholders?"
"They've asked for a meeting next month, might push it up depending on how this goes."
"Good. Keep me posted. This works out, you're all looking at a very nice year-end bonus."
"Will do!"
A few hours later, stocks had returned to normal. He gave himself a little pay cut to make sure the shareholders got their pound of flesh, irritated though he knew he'd never notice the sting.
By that evening, stocks were increasing again, and the expo next week would showcase several dozen new clean energy vehicle designs.
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As predicted, stocks went through the roof; finally, some success! Daniel, the little rat, didn't agree. "So, heard you're falling behind! Wayne and SI a bit too big for you?"
He barely kept himself from firing an ectoblast. They were in human forms, in a rare (somewhat) peaceable moment. A moment that he intended to pursue with lovely Maddie- before Jack lumbered back in.
"Vladdie! Those are some cool cars, man!"
"Thank you, Jack. Tell me, Maddie, how-"
He was interrupted once again, this time by Maddie knocking a glass of very hot coffee on his lap. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"It's fine," he said with gritted teeth.
"You know, Vladdie," Danny said once they headed to the GAV. Ancients, he hated that nickname! Curse Jack for letting it slip near impressionable children. "I know a certain lady who'd be very impressed if you managed to help with the environment."
Oh. Oh, this was a trap, he knew it! But... Maddie...
Ah hell, he needed to one-up Wayne and SI somehow.
"I'll take it into consideration."
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"Today, on the heels of Dalv Co, Wayne Enterprises, and SI," ha! He was first! "LexCorp finally decided to get in the game and offers 50% tuition reimbursement. Do you think that puts Luthor in the running for Best Billionaire, Tom?"
"Thanks, Aaliyah! Most people are thinking it's ridiculous, a tactic to bump stocks and approval ratings," Vlad snorted. As if they weren't all doing that. "But SI is upping the stakes! In addition to the September Foundation, Tony Stark has vowed 2% of profits will go to 3rd world countries."
He raised an eyebrow. Interesting. Vlad picked up the phone. "Get me Sasha in Accounting and Red in Payroll."
"How would we fare if we matched Stark's donations, thrice over? 5% for the environment, and- what's a charity you like? Sure, 1% to that. Sasha, you can go. Please remember the department meeting Tuesday. We're doing something new."
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Aaliyah was speaking on the news again. "DalvCo stocks are at a record high this week! Many are flocking to the conglomerate as they are choosing to benefit US environmental and health concerns. SI critics argue that 2% abroad doesn't match 6% in the states. That's 5% to environmental concerns, 1% is going to Flint, Michigan, and 1% to homeless shelters across the US."
He toasted the hijabi-wearing woman on the screen. "Have a lovely day, Ms. Aaliyah. You've certainly made mine."
Before he could turn off the TV, the other anchor spoke. "That's not all, Aaliyah! Wayne Enterprises has gotten permission from the FDA to synthesize insulin! They'll be selling for $20 per bottle, making it possible for the quality of life to increase for millions, at home and abroad."
"You're right, Tom!" Aaliyah's bubbly voice rang out, "Insulin can cost Americans anywhere from $800-2500 per month due to high markups. By selling with such a small profit margin, they are massively undercutting Big Pharma."
"Traitor," he mumbled. "What to do about this?"
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"What are we doing about this?" Red demanded, striding into his office. "We have dozens of patents for medical technologies, but we're locked into contracts."
"What about the artificial organs?" He asked. He hadn't started with cloning Daniel; no, he planned on cloning Maddie, and started with small things. Skin grafts. Organs. Over the past 10 years, they've been highly successful.
"We can't exactly sell those outside of a hospital."
He nodded, then froze. "Red, what if we didn't? We could announce our prices, make the people drive it down."
"Nobody's going to haggle on an organ," they said, but he could hear the uncertainty.
"On a heart, a pancreas, a lung? Of course not! But on a kidney, liver, skin grafts? There's some time. Besides, combine it with the price listings for the dialysis machines and ventilators, and you'll have a country so angry at the healthcare and insurance industries, they won't care about anything sketchy we do for years."
They nodded, albeit nervously. "Sure."
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"Thank you for agreeing to join us on air, Mr. Masters."
"Please, just call me Vlad. It's a pleasure to be here."
Sam hadn't stopped cackling since the price lists went out, and Facebook and Twitter went insane. Frankly, Danny was worried for her. Tucker just rolled his eyes and turned the TV up. "Take down the bourgeoisie!"
"Doesn't that mean taking down Vlad?" Jazz asked, sitting down on the floor of Sam's bedroom.
"Are you complaining?"
"No, but I like him a lot more all the way in New York."
"Fair."
"So Vlad," Harriet asked- a favor for something in Wisconsin. He wasn't clear, she didn't press. As long as he didn't go crazy like the Fentons, she had the interview that would bring her back to the big leagues. "Tell me, what inspired you to release those prices?"
"The news, actually. Everyone seemed so surprised by the markup on insulin. I suppose if you spend enough time in an industry, you become desensitized."
"Did you know it would cause rioting?"
Vlad raised an eyebrow- careful, it said- and replied smoothly, "I wasn't surprised when it did. As anyone from the affected companies can tell you, I've been trying to lower prices for years. I have a profit margin that covers the organ growing, transport, and faulty organs, but even if they only charged 10% above that, we're talking thousands of dollars per organ they'd be losing."
"Are these FDA approved?"
"Yes. In fact, we started producing them a decade ago, and they're far safer than an organ donated by someone else."
"And how does that work?" She asked, and he nodded, pleased to be back in safer topics.
"For one, the rejection risk is lowered from upwards of 60% down to just 3%, 1% with the anti-rejection medicines required for all traditional transplants, because they're made with the owner's DNA. These medications, by the way, frequently cause cancer or other unintended harm. For another, a traditional transplant requires two people to be cut open; a donor who may or may not be dead, and the one receiving the organ. That confers certain risks of..."
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"Are you seeing this?" Pepper demanded, turning up the TV.
"What? I'm working on-"
"Sir, you may want to see this," JARVIS insisted.
Tony popped a blueberry in his mouth and looked up. "Wait, he's been cloning people?!"
"That's what you're focused on? Tony, Wayne Enterprises releases dirt cheap insulin, DalvCo and Vlad Masters are overthrowing the US healthcare system, and we're still getting flack for donating abroad instead of locally!"
"We can't do much about that. Maybe release a new phone?"
"A new phone?! They are improving or saving lives out there! A new phone will have us laughed out into bankruptcy. What about the hearing aids you made for Clint, that new screen reader for Daredevil, or the prosthetic arms, or the braces- any of that?"
"They're not perfect," he argued.
She stared at him and sighed. "If I could turn back time, I'd beat your father to death." Pepper inhaled sharply, then continued in a milder tone. "The hearing impaired person who hears for the first time in years will not care if it isn't perfect. The visually impaired person who has a screen reader miles ahead of the market won't care if the battery needs to be replaced once every 2 years instead of 5. And I promise you, when somebody bed-bound gets braces or a chair that lets them move around of their own free will, they will not care if it requires additional padding."
"But it's not-"
"Quality of Life now? Or perfection when it's too late?"
"Sir, if I may suggest- Ms. Potts is correct. You may also benefit from a larger testing pool."
"I mean, if you think they won't mind the glitches, sure. Go for it."
"Good."
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"Mobility aids?!" He snapped.
Danny yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Dude, it's 4 am here."
The fruitloop didn't care. "First insulin, now mobility aids- mark my words, Daniel Fenton, I will win!"
Daniel didn't reply.
"Daniel?"
The sounds of snoring reached his ears. "Little wretch," he snapped half-heartedly and hung up.
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genshinluvr · 3 years ago
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HIIII ITS ME AGAIN👹
so i u dont mind, may i know your schedule for the next 3 weeks??
also make sure to drink plenty of water!!💗💗
This week, I will be posting a request! It's the first request I am currently working on and it's about the Genshin men taking care of a sick reader!
Next week, I'm not too sure, to be honest. I think it'll be a request also, but maybe it'll be short. I do have a convention to go to from July 1st to July 4th (which I will be at for over 12 hours). My friend will also be visiting that week and the entire time while she's visiting, we'll be preparing for anime expo and getting things ready for the convention. So, I'll be either posting short fanfics or it'll be the same length (like over 1k words). It really depends. I don't have a fic planned for the upcoming weeks because I've been busy with preparing for the convention 🥲
The third week, after the convention, it'll most likely be a request again because I do have a lot of requests to work on. I can work on other fics I've had in mind that aren't requests, but it'll depend on how I'm feeling that week. Overall, most requests are a bit complicated to start on because they're either too complex and detailed that I don't know how to plan it out, or it's too short and doesn't give me much information to plan it out. Some are easy, others are complicated 💀 so, we'll have to wait and see!
Oh, and it's currently thunder storming where I'm at and my internet might go out completely (like how it did a few minutes ago). The weather might impact my writing because the internet might go out and as well as the power ;o;
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ftb-writes · 3 years ago
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I just realized I never posted last night, whoops!
The next prompt is a bit of a long one, so I'll just sum it up. It was a thread between @breastforce, @bitterfucked, @asundergrowth, and a handful of others, but those three are the main contributions, discussing different fantasy races and their sexualities, and bad world building. I'll post a picture of the whole conversation after this post.
This is a continuation of my What if... story from the other week.
"It is a weapons facility," Johann explains as the car turns down a dirt road.
Miss Carter, Phillips, Stark, and Steve accompany him, Schmidt having discovered that his worries were well-founded; a day before Steve's departure, a report came in the organ was on a ship bound for Italy. Johann had opted to sail out first, and he and his men met Stephen when his unit arrived.
The car -- an armored thing Johann apparently built himself, and treated like a precious child -- pulled up to an electric gate, and Schmidt flashed a smile at the guard.
"Welcome back to Austria, Herr Schmidt!" the guard greets enthusiastically.
"it's good to be back," Schmidt responses he flashes the man a badge as well. "How is your wife?"
"she went into labor while you were away," the guard gushes as the gate rolls open. "Twins, two beautiful girls!"
"Congratulations," Johann cheers, reaching out to shake the guard's hand. "You four need anything, you let me know."
"You're too good to us, Herr Schmidt!" the man says, voice thick with emotion. "We're doing fine, sir."
"I mean it," Johann reiterated before driving through the gate. "Even if it's just time off."
Johann leads his guests through the halls, explaining his group's study of the Tesseract -- which Stark is keenly interested in, asking many questions, some even complicated enough Johann cannot answer himself, promising to introduce the inventor to some of HYDRA'S top scientists.
It is on the next floor down that Steve can't hold back; he sees Bucky striding down the hall toward them and runs to greet his friend.
"I thought you might have died," Steve grunts as he hugs Bucky tight.
"I thought you might have been smaller," Bucky replies. "What happened to you?"
"I joined the Army," Steve deflects.
"I told you not to do anything stupid," Bucky sighs.
"And I'll say it again," Steve chuckles. "You took all the stupid with you. Now, let's go. I'm introducing you to those new friends I mentioned."
"Good to hear you and the men are alive, Sergeant Barnes. Colonel Chester Phillips, we met just before you shipped out."
"I remember," Bucky says; he looks relieved to see at least one other somewhat familiar face as he salutes.
"this is Agent Margaret Elizabeth Carter, and -- well, you'll remember Stark from the expo--" Steve starts.
"Always nice to meet a fan!" Howard cuts in.
"--And this is Johann Schmidt," Steve continues.
Johann pulls a face. "If we are going to be pulling rank, I am technically an Oberst-Gruppenführer."
Phillips frowns. "Well that's just not fair. How do you outrank me?"
"because I know how to kiss the right boots," Johann sighs. "At least it gets me information on Hitler's plans, which may prove useful in the major war effort."
"For information, freely given, I'll kiss a boot or two," Phillips grumbles.
"It isn't free," Johann says. "I'll expect a little leeway on any visits my men and I may make in America."
"If your Intel helps, you'll be allowed to come and go as you please -- in many countries," Peggy agrees.
"My thanks, Agent Carter."
"Now listen, punk." Bucky turns on Steve. "What did you do that led to hunting a kid-killer?"
"So here's what happened...
Steve finds himself on the roof of the facility that night, drawing the scenery. His brain swirls with thoughts, with the whispers of the dead, with troubles and worries... There are so many new things he is seeing now that he has tumbled into this underworld of hunters and monsters.
Now that he does have a moment of downtime, Steve finds himself thinking back on all his interactions with Erskine, nitpicking all the little details to find any proof of the betrayal.
"Trying to remember, or to forget?"
Steve looks over his shoulder to find Johann standing at the top of the access stairs, a dark bottle in one hand and twin wine glasses in the other.
Steve doesn't answer until after Johann has come to sit beside him. "A bit of both."
Johann makes an understanding noise and pours a generous helping in each glass, passing one to Steven. "I'll apologize now, the alcohol won't work on you with the Serum. At least you still look mostly like yourself."
"You haven't always looked like this?" Steve takes a sip of his wine. It's rich, chocolaty almost. Steve glances at Johann, frowning in concern as the German grimaces.
"The mask I wear is based on my original features, but it is just a mask. The unfinished version of the Serum I received left me disfigured."
Steve swallows and looks out at the horizon before quietly asking, "May I see?"
Johann looks at Steve for a long, quiet moment, before taking a drink and setting his glass aside carefully. He reaches up, fiddles with his collar, and Steve watches in fascination as the German lifts a cleverly constructed rubber mask out from under his collar. It's clearly more complex, meant to disguise his whole head.
"This," he says, as the mask lifts away completely, "is why I am called the Red Skull."
The moniker is understandable. Johann's face under the mask is blood red and skeletal, his nose gone save for nostrils, cheeks sunken and hollow-looking. Johann won't meet Steve's gaze.
Steve feels a twinge of empathy, an understanding of Johann's plight, if only a degree of it. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, "but I don't think this should matter much? You're still you. This is just proof that Erskine was a monster in more ways than one, that he would make something that could do this. I suppose I did get lucky, that the Serum made everything -- well, almost everything -- better for me."
"Sergeant Barnes showed me a photo," Johann admits, a teasing smile on his near-inhuman face. "I understand why you would consider this an improvement, Steven, but there was a sort of endearing charm to you before. I would have liked to have met you before."
"You'd be the only one," Steve mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "I could never land a date without Bucky being a wingman, and most of the gals Bucky set me up with were dissatisfied. You must at least have dames that remember you as attractive before this."
"I wouldn't want them if I did," Johann sighs, and then his eyes widen in horror. "I apologize, Steven, I have forgotten myself. Disregard what I just said."
"You don't like women," Steve clarifies. His voice is quiet, in the deepening night, and he sees Johann wince and curl in on himself a bit.
"No," he admits. "Steven, please, this could have me killed."
"I know," Steve murmurs, and swallows. "It could kill me, too."
Johann snaps his head up, wide-eyed recognition and -- hope? Fear? A flurry of emotions, that he seems to try to clamp down on. "You--?"
Steve shrugs. "I've always seen both as good looking," he explains, "so I do have a chance of finding a nice girl and settling down in a safe life. But I do... prefer men, yeah."
Johann does not look so terrified, now, at least, and he chuckles as he taps his glass gently against Steve's. "To secrets, then, Captain."
Steve watches an owl swoop low in the distance and chuckles himself. "To secrets," he agrees.
"So, if you don't mind the asking," Johann casually prods after a moment, "are you and Sergeant Barnes--?"
"No!" Steve laughs. "Don't get me wrong, Buck's great! But he's like a brother to me. I do love him but not... like that."
Johann smirks at Steve's embarrassed flush, so Steve counters with, "Is Arnim--?"
"Gods, no," Johann snorts. "He is a subordinate. Even if I liked the man in such a way, I would never act upon it. Least of all with him married to an absolute firecracker of a woman."
Steve laughs outright; he can't help it. With what little he does know of Schmidt's right hand man, it's somehow easy and somehow not to imagine him with a more independent gal. "She keeps him in line?"
"She does," Johann agrees fondly. "Most men would despise that, but Arnim adores her. I think, should I ever decide to get a -- ah, wie sagt man? A beard, that I would want her to be like Anette."
Steve smiles and sips at his wine again, and Johann sips at his own. Steve knows this would have put him on his ass before the Serum, but their glasses are already half-empty and Steve still feels alert as ever.
"I see what you mean," he says to fill the not-uncomfortable silence. "About the alcohol."
Johann hums. "May I ask," he says, "how long you've known?"
Steve looks at the German, taking in his half-lounge. Johann appears completely at ease, now, and Steve's glad, that he was able to be the one to put Johann at such ease. There is no judgement between the two, and with no fear of eavesdropping, the two are comfortable. Steve thinks this might be the most comfortable he's ever been with anyone else before, and wonders at that, how a man he barely knows from halfway across the world could be this companionable with him.
"Always," Steve tells him. "As soon as I was old enough to know what a crush was. Buck knows, and my Ma knew, before she passed. My Pa had already passed, by then. You?"
Johann pulls a face. "Much the same. My vater--" this, he spits like a curse, face twisting in disgust, "said once he could tell as soon as I was born. Sheißkopf. He died when I was eight, and good riddance. A few years later, and Erskine found me on the streets."
Steve looks down at the ground, far below. "Did Erskine ever--?"
"Take advantage?" Johann finishes for him. "More times than I really remember. He'd drug us, often, to keep us... pliant. I think the only reason he kept me alive as long as he did was because I was his favorite plaything."
"That's disgusting," Steve grunts, stomach churning at the thought of Johann, defenseless and at Erskine's mercy. A surge of protectiveness wells up in Steven, and he shifts closer to Johann. "I'm going to kill him," he growls.
Johann sniffs, turning his head to wipe away tears and drain his glass. He pours himself another, and tops Steve's glass back up. "I hated myself for it," the German admits, voice cracking.
"It wasn't your fault," Steve says firmly.
"I know that. Doesn't change the hate."
Steve reaches across the little space left between them and brushes his fingertips against Johann's wrist. "It made you a stronger man for it," Steve admits. "If Erskine had tried that on me, I'd have probably died."
It is Johann's turn to look violently protective, now, and his face does something funny, like he'd just swallowed a lemon. "I don't want to imagine that for you," he rumbles, and the sound reverberates through Steven's very being. "Had Kruger failed, he may have tried after the Serum."
"What was Kruger doing there?" Steve slides his hand completely over Johann's, and the German states down at their hands before answering.
"I'd sent him to kill Erskine," Johann says, curiosity tilting his head. "Steven?"
"Must be the alcohol," Steve lies easily. "Should I stop?"
Johann snorts, knowing well enough Steven's still stone-cold sober. "I -- no. But perhaps, keep it here, for now."
"Because I can stop now, if you want," Steve adds.
"It's nice," Johann tells him. "But if someone comes?"
"They won't see us in the dark," Steve reasons.
Johann swallows again. "Don't tempt me."
"Tempt you?"
Johann sighs again and gently extracts his hand from Steve's. "Steven, this is dangerous. My government is even stricter about this than yours."
Steve feels the loss like a punch to the gut. "Right. Of course."
"The attention is not unwanted," Johann whispers. "But we must be careful."
Steve nods. "I've -- yeah."
"Steven." Johann's voice is gentle, but firm. "I very much want -- whatever you are willing to give. It must be in the utmost privacy, but please, I want it."
Steve leans over, then, and let's his lips brush Johann's cheek, and Johann whines softly and turns to press his own lips into Steven's. One of them moans, near-silently. The German is blushing bright when Steve leans back.
Johann carefully replaces his mask, shifts even closer so their knees are touching over the edge of the roof. "You'll go slow? I can't--"
"You can lead," Steve whispers in return. I know it can't be easy, living with the kinds of memories you have. But I can promise I'll do whatever I can to make you feel safe and comfortable."
"Thank you," Johann murmurs. "Intimacy is not my strong suit, I'm sorry."
"It's endearing," Steve teases, and means it. "You care so much, even with your difficulties. You deserve to have someone care about you. I'm honored you'll give me the chance to fill that role."
Johann laughs again, warm against Steve's cheek. "That's -- I didn't know what to expect of you, Captain Rogers, but the romantic side is appreciated."
The sound of heels echoes from the access stairs. "Steven? Are you up here?"
The two men reflexively lean away from each other. "Yeah, Peggy, what is it?" Steve calls back.
"Colonel Phillips is looking for you."
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