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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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no sleep

pairing: singer!reader x tom holland || w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and many many many suggestive jokes

summary: you’re on jimmy kimmel to talk about your music, but he has other plans

a/n: y’all i’ve literally always wanted to write singer!reader and this idea just came to me and i had to get it out because it’s so cute :,) i really hope ya like it

jimmy kimmel invited you onto his show to promote a single from your upcoming album. you stepped out of the spotlight for a while, so this is your first official appearance of the year.

“my first guest tonight...” there’s a cheer from the audience. you grin to yourself, waiting for jimmy to finish announcing you.

“you wanna say it for me?” he chuckles and stands your picture up on his desk. “my first guest tonight surprised fans this morning with her new single ‘no sleep.’ it’s currently number one in over seventy countries.” jimmy holds for applause, which you get a ton of. you cover your hot face with your hands.

“she’s here to talk to us about the song and her short hiatus. please welcome y/n y/l/n!”

the music plays while you walk onstage, followed by more cheers and clapping. you’re beaming as you wave to everyone. you give jimmy a quick hug and exchange hello’s over the noise.

you’ve been in the industry for a few years, but you’ll never get used to responses like this. all the love really warms your heart.

“thank you!” you giggle out, taking your seat on the couch. the audience yells some more when the music dies out. “thank you so much! oh my god,” you make a face at jimmy, who laughs and gestures to everyone. “they clearly hated the song,” he jokes to you. “i was gonna say,” you agree, smoothing your dress down.

you look out at the crowd with a pout. “no, seriously. you guys are so cute.” jimmy copies your pout, earning a playful eye roll from you.

you’ve been on the show a couple of times before, so you two are friendly. tom has also brought you to chill backstage with him when he was a guest. you would’ve brought him this time if he wasn’t away for filming.

“so, you took most of the year off from making music,” jimmy starts the actual conversation. “mhm, i did,” you hum and cross one of your legs over the other. “how was that? was it weird not being in the studio?” you scrunch your face up, then he adds another question. “what did you actually do with yourself?”

“i mean, music is obviously a big part of who i am. making it, loving it, all that stuff.” a small smile crosses your face. “so, yeah. it sort of felt like something was missing at first.” jimmy nods along, you shrugging one of your shoulders.

“at the same time, i really needed to take a minute and just breathe. come back with my shit more together. i think i have,” you let out a reflective sigh. “it didn’t have anything to do with your boyfriend? a mr. tom holland?” jimmy teases, you waving a hand at him. “no, don’t give him all the credit.”

your break genuinely was for yourself. no one needs to know that tom was also off, or that he spent all his free time with you. that was just a plus.

“are you sure? because, it seemed like you two were getting really cozy.” a picture from your instagram pops up on the screen. it’s of tom under a blanket. he’s reaching out for you with a lazy smile. you lean over on the couch so you’re off camera, another giggle escaping you.

jimmy flips to another picture. “that was exhibit A. here’s exhibit B.” the whole audience coos, jimmy raising his eyebrows at you. this one is a mirror selfie from tom’s instagram. your arms are slung around his neck from behind, and half your face is hidden. tom is doing his signature eye crinkling smile into the camera.

“aren’t they just adorable?” jimmy asks the audience, making them erupt in more cheers. you sit up again and clear your throat. seeing those is bittersweet for you. “he’s very cuddly. anyway, back to the music!” you do a small clap. little do you know, there’s much more to come.

“yes, yes. back to the music. talk to me about ‘no sleep.’” the song is one hundred percent about tom. you’re not sure you should say that, considering the... explicit content in it. you and tom did get very cozy over your break, as jimmy would say. it was the only time you weren’t relaxing.

“well,” you plaster on an overly happy smile. that earns more laughter from jimmy. “it’s about what you do in bed when you’re, um, not sleeping,” you explain. “and who do you do those things in bed with?” jimmy glances up at the screen again. “you’re choosing violence today, jimmy,” you say under your breath.

there’s a chuckle from backstage that sounds eerily similar to tom’s. it must have been a PA. all this talk about him is seriously fucking with your head.

“well, everyone in my life inspires my work in some way. they’re such angels,” you dodge the question, thinking you’re clever about it. jimmy won’t let you get off that easy. “friends? family?” he asks you. “yeah, everyone,” you exhale in relief. jimmy widens his eyes at you. “so, that means ‘no sleep’ is about your mom?”

your mouth falls open. he’s really going to make you spill the details of your sex life.

“what the fuck, no!” you squeal, looking out into the audience for help. they join in your laughter. “it’s about tom,” you finally confirm so jimmy doesn’t suggest anything else. “it’s about tom, my god. next topic.” you’re smiling despite yourself.

“why? don’t you wanna tell us more about your lover?” jimmy glances off to the side. what is going on back there? you sit up straighter in your spot. “no, this is my interview!” you’re half joking, half serious.

although you and tom aren’t private at all, you’ve never talked about him this much. it’s overwhelming. besides that, this is making you miss him a lot.

“that’s too bad. we thought... we thought you might like to share it,” jimmy is already grinning about whatever he has planned. this isn’t supposed to be part of your segment. “huh? i’m literally so lost.” you furrow your eyebrows at him, lowering your voice. “we didn’t talk about this.”

he pats the arm of your couch. “they say there’s no time like the present. ladies and gentlemen, tom holland!”

on cue, tom runs out from backstage. the audience practically roars with how loud they are. people even jump out of their seats. you clasp a hand over your mouth in pure shock. this feels like a prank, like jimmy is about to say sike. then, tom comes up to the couch. you almost fall over, jimmy proudly watching on.

tom grins so wide it takes up his whole face. “happy release day,” he murmurs as you get to your feet. you’re not able to speak just yet, only staring up at him with glossy eyes. he brings you into a tight hug. his hands rub up and down your back, your arms snaking around his middle.

“tommy,” you try to whisper the nickname. you forgot your microphone is on. everyone “aw’s” at you both, including jimmy. “my love,” tom’s lips brush your cheek briefly. “hi, baby,” he speaks into your ear. you hide your face in his button up while he rocks you side to side.

he’s been away for a couple of months working on the third spider-man. this is the first time you’ve seen him since he left.

“shouldn’t you be in atlanta?” you ask louder this time for the audience to hear. you’re still doing an interview. “today’s a big day. i had to see you,” tom gives you one last squeeze. “in person,” he adds, before you can say you already facetimed.

the fact that him and jimmy put this whole thing together is making you emotional. you’d be fully crying if you two were alone right now.

“she doesn’t want you here, though. remember?” jimmy chimes in, tom breathing out a laugh. he sadly lets go of you. you flop back onto the couch, tom pointing behind him with his thumb. “i’ll just be on my way. five hour flight, no big deal.” “no, no, no, no. stay,” you whine and make grabby hands at him.

that’s all it takes for tom to slip into the spot next to you. he bites back a smile, putting an arm around you and the couch. you don’t want to annoy everyone with too much pda, so you subtly curl into his side. the people actually love you and tom together. jimmy claps his hands.

“we’ll be right back with y/n y/l/n and tom holland!” he says into the camera, the band playing more filler music. he steps out from behind the desk to greet tom. tom stands up, the two of them giving each other pats on the back. the camera stops rolling.

“hey, man. thanks for doing this,” tom puts a hand on jimmy’s arm. “anything for the happy couple. i’m gonna get some water, see you in five.” jimmy shoots you another smile on his way to his dressing room. you return it. that leaves you and tom to yourselves.

“baby,” you say in a sing song voice, dropping your head onto tom’s shoulder. “i’m so happy you’re here. i real life almost peed when you came out.” tom snakes his arm around your waist. “that would be upsetting,” he mumbles, his index finger drawing circles on you. “it would’ve ruined your very pretty dress.”

“you like it?” you knowingly tug at the form fitting material. tom shifts in his spot. “i’ll tell you what,” he leans in closer to you with a smirk, his breath tickling your ear. “we’re getting no sleep tonight,” he sings from the chorus of your song. you burst into a giggle and squeeze your eyes shut.

he ends up being right.

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thecoochiefairy · 3 years ago

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𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖒

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃!

A SWEET SMELL EMCOMPASSED HER senses, traveling all the way up her nostrils and hugging around the heart shaped piercing on the left side of her nose. She hums sweetly as her voice relays, “Thank you, sugar.” She winks at the woman who smiles back at her, taking the plate in her hands and making her way back over to the table.

“They knew who to put in that fucking kitchen, these Beignets are reminding me of Sybil’s.” Pheme sighed, ripping a piece of the soft bread in between her fingers, taking it into her mouth again as Nadia shook her head in disagreement, “Yeah, only this is reminding me that a lot of shit is better than Sybil’s version.”

“Hey now,” Pheme grimaces, “Sybil is a piece of work but you know her cooking tastes the complete opposite of how we feel about her. Good as fuck.”

“How good?” Nadia seductively smiles.

She seats the plate beside her, the different levels of voices speaking around her as everyone relishes in their breakfast, enjoying the relaxation of the morning vibrations. But the moment she looked at this woman, smiley piercing dancing in her eyes, she could hear or see nothing else.

“As good as you did this morning.” She places her fingers beneath her jaw, kissing her that it left powdered sugar along her lips.

“That’s really good then.” She replied in a laugh, pushing herself fully back along her seat. The morning had been peaceful, Nadia and a couple of other people arriving in Providence. The moment she made it along those grounds Pheme attacked her into the room showing her just how much she missed her. Pheme then showed her around and took her to the training building, displaying the sleek posture that everyone held up until they all came to eat, letting themselves relax as they enjoyed their food, talking amongst any actual important conversation, it took away all the serious shit for once.

“Where’s my baby at? Isn’t she more in love with Beignets than anyone in this room combined?” Nadia pouts, referring to Sin.

“No idea. I tried texting her this morning but no response, maybe she’s sleeping?”

“You should know your best friend more than I do, she's always up at dawn, smoking.”

“Well she should be able to text me back when she’s ‘up at dawn smoking’. Imma’ punch her dead in her face.”

“Will you really?”

“No. Her right hook is lethal.”

They both stand, throwing away their trash before beginning to make their way out of the training building as they run into Trey, Buffy and Cloud who all are in the same black attire. They greet them, “Hey, you seen Sin?”

“Nope. Sorry, hey gorgeous.” Buffy winks towards Nadia and she blows her a kiss.

“I went to her room yesterday to bring her food, but when I went in she seemed upset about something and asked me to leave. I think she’s still asleep though.” Cloud explains, a flash of worry coming along his face. She nodded her head and reassured, “Thanks, we’ll go find her.”

“I’ll come. Imma’ catch up with y’all later.” Cloud says towards Trey and Buffy as Trey teases, “Going to check on his girl, gon’ head.”

They all begin making their way outside of the training building towards the rooms, stepping over sticks and sunken grass before they reach Sin’s door, going to politely knock when Nadia pushed herself to the front and opened it.

“What?” She questions the looks between Cloud and Pheme, walking in nonetheless and they follow after. Glass still spreads along the floor like wildfire, dry blood smeared under the shatters as well leading up to a clean bed where Sin laid under the covers. Her foot stuck out on the end, hand sticking up at the top of the banister, the rest of her body never to be seen beneath the sheets.

“What the fuck happened in here?” Pheme speaks.

“What should we do?” Nadia asks.

“Wake her up?” Cloud suggests.

“Wake her up, how? Last time I shook her to wake her up I ended up in a chokehold, I'm good.”

“Maybe we should sing one of her favorite songs?” Cloud suggests and Pheme smiles agreeably as he mutters, “Oh, um, okay—“ he clears his throat and so does Pheme before Cloud starts off with his hand over his right ear,“Golden rubbers in these denim pockets,” Pheme continues, “On my waist there’s a black glock.”

“New girl moved on the block—“

“Will y’all shut the hell up?” Nadia interrupts.

Cloud closes his mouth, “Are we singing the wrong song or the wrong artist?” He looks at Pheme.

“I thought she liked soft men? Ain’t his name Tyler? She likes you.”

Cloud's face drops and he frowns as he repeats, “Soft?”

Nadia rolls her eyes, going over to the side of the bed and lifting up the covers to see she’s fully naked. She then lifts her hand, a wave of heat immersing along the room and shooting directly along Sin’s skin which causes her to jump up cursing, “Fuck—“ her eyes shot open and she takes attention to everyone around the room as she irritatedly snaps, “What? What?”

“Nadia’s here! Aren’t you happy?” Pheme introduces Nadia who waves with a smile. Sin snarls, “Hi Nadia.”

Nadia’s smile drops. “Oh. I did not like the way you said that.”

“What’s up your ass?”

“Fire was, apparently.” Sin grumbles, pulling the covers over her bare chest, “Tyler isn’t my favorite artist, by the way.”

“It’s Frank,” Cloud confirms, coming over to her on the side of the bed and pulling her chin up as he kisses her, Sin nodding her head in agreement.

“Well why the hell did you start singing that song if you knew that wasn’t her favorite artist, Cloud?” Pheme smiles sarcastically.

“I wanted to see if you knew your best friend as much as you say you do, Pheme.” He sarcastically smiles back, grabbing a small towel and seating himself beside Sin on the bed. He squeezes the material around in his hand, twisting his fist from side to side as the milky white towel went from a pure ivory to a damp grey, the cloth now soaking wet in his palm before he released his strength on it, taking Sin’s injured hand in his and beginning to clean the wound.

“Damn, I’m fuckin’ up today.” Pheme mutters, “Anyways, what happened to you yesterday, Hot Head?”

“I don’t know. I called Sybil to see what was going on back home and she said that she’s been in New Orleans for a couple of days, she left Iver in New Salem by himself. Meaning he could wake up at any time and she wouldn’t know. Then she tried to get all professional on me talking about, ‘You have more important things to worry about and you’re calling me about nonsense’.”

“Nonsense? What was she talking about?” Nadia asks.

Sin blinks. “I just told her about how we had a good time in Orioch, that was all. I guess us partying and being at the strip club wasn’t typically on her list of things for us to do.”

“Uh oh.” Pheme mutters.

“Party in Orioch, hm?” Nadia looks at her girlfriend, “You told me y’all asked a few questions and left. Now we lying to each other?”

“So your hand?” Pheme looks away from Nadia’s eyes shooting daggers with her arms crossed.

“I just got pissed off and broke the mirror. I don’t know, I was okay yesterday and suddenly I just got really upset, I’ve been feeling irritable ever since.”

“Maybe it’s your period.” Pheme suggests and Sin quietly agrees, “Yeah, maybe.” Yeah, your eyes flashed green too.

She brings her attention back to Cloud who finished cleaning the blood off her fingers, the deep cut she had created seemed smaller than it did the day before, as if it were healing quickly. Too quickly.

“You need me to wrap it?” He asks and she brings her hand back to her chest as she replies, “I’m a big girl, I’ll manage.”

He kisses her hand, Pheme gagging, “Yuck.”

“Jealous?” Cloud teases, leaning back on Sin who wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek.

“Never.”

“You should be, it looks like you’re not about to have a girlfriend in the next two minutes.” Sin points towards Nadia who looks to be fuming, the room's temperature increases with the more annoyed she becomes.

“Uh— anyways, you need to shower and get dressed. Aries called for all of us to meet him on the second floor of the training building. He said wear something comfortable. Preferably black.”

“For?”

“Don’t know, that’s all he said for us to do. So me and Nadia will meet you, yeah?”

“Sure.”

Pheme then opens the door to let Nadia go out first, Sin can hear Nadia say, “Strip club, huh?” Pheme’s response unable for her to hear as they close the door, Cloud then standing from the bed and he tells her, “You can shower and stuff, I’ll clean this glass off the floor.”

“Or are you just trying to find an excuse to see me shower?”

Cloud turns back towards her. “I just wanna clean this blood before it stains and also make sure you don’t step on some glass. Now if my eyes just so happen to see in the senses of my peripheral that you butterball ass naked, that ain’t got shit to do with me.”

“Fine. But don’t wet my floors with all the water you’re about to create.”

Cloud smirks. Coming towards her as he then comes back on the bed until he’s right in front of her face, “Don’t wet your floors, huh?”

Sin laughs as he kisses her neck, “Cute, but you know what’s even cuter?”

“The face you make when I eat yo—“

“Cloud!”

“My bad.”

–

IT'S INTIMIDATING TO SAY THE LEAST. All black attire, fit bodies stand across from her eyes. She looks down the line as they all stare back at her, she wants to look away, she can’t seem to.

“Damn.” Buffy mutters, “Here I thought Aries was the only fine man in here.”

“Finest, I guess that’d be a better term.” Nadia corrects, Buffy nodding her head in agreement.

Aries stands in the middle of the line as Blue stands beside him, Calypso and Jupiter standing on the side. Each side stands a couple of other men, built in many different shapes, sizes, complexions of skin tone, but equally good looking. Waves, grown out hair, dreads and beards fill their eyes. Women with curves, box braids, locs, natural afros, scents of cocoa butter and different aromas of perfumes as well as colognes fill their senses. Sin’s coven of people are in one room all together for once in a long time, seeing familiar faces made her feel more comfortable against the menacing group of people standing across from them.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Elijah sighs, Trey nodding his head as he says, “Who’s shorty in the back? I like 'em’ thick.”

“In order to be able to keep up with the pack, you’ll have to know how to protect yourself in any situation. That means mentality, emotionally, especially physically. You will need to know how to fight against whatever is trying to put you in danger.” Aries speaks first.

“Like deadass fighting them?” Nadia blurts out, everyone looking at her. She shrugs, “What?”

“Yes. We have been taught to fight since we were kids, since I’m sure Sybil doesn't teach shit like that, you need to learn some basic combat training.”

“Um, no no,” Buffy chuckles, raising her hand, “Hate to burst your bubble Big Daddy, but I don’t do what you call, ‘combat’,” she puts air quotations, “Sybil taught my ass to ride on a broom and turn sugar to salt. If you think I’m gonna sweat out my perfectly slicked ponytail I perfected this morning, you’re incorrect.”

“Aren’t you a Protector?” Aries asks.

“Yes. Fire is a good enough protection. If someone touches me, I burn their ass to a crisp.”

“So what do you do if someone has the ability to disable you from using your powers?” Blue challenges.

“Run away?” Elijah suggests with his hand up.

“No,” Aries says, Elijah slowly putting his hand down.

“You ain’t never fought nobody before?” Calypso asks Elijah, he shakes his head, placing his palms behind his back as he replies, “I believe that if someone does something to me karma will get them. No need to fight.”

“Karma takes too long, better two piece that motherfu—“

“You will partner up and first show us what you can do before we practice actual moves so we can know where you’re at. Although from what I can tell we’re gonna have to start from scratch.”

“Ouch.” Buffy scrunches her nose.

“Why do you call him Big Daddy? Can I be Big Daddy?” Blue asks.

“Cause he lets me.” She winks at Aries.

“I don’t let you.” He replies, “….But I don’t hate it. Anyways, we’ll show you. Blue.”

Both men then stand in front of each other as the people beside them step back. Sin’s eyes watch as they then smirk at one another, Aries’ pupils swelling into that familiar lime hue, Blue’s swirling in different variations before they come forward and crash into one another, arms coming around both of their bodies as they begin. Sin cringes as they put their entire weight into the swings they shoot at one another. Aries throws his fist towards Blue’s face, Blue able to dodge the movement as he ducks under his arm, raising his hands and wrapping himself around Aries’ abdomen before lifting him up, slamming him onto the ground so hard a crack shudders in the floor. They’re similar to kids, laughing as Aries pushes him off, Blue flies upward, the sea of eyes travel across the other side of the room as he hits the ground, landing perfectly on his feet. Blue bares his teeth, growing menacingly before he speeds towards his opponent, Aries grabbing him just in time before he swiftly throws his body along the ground, the crack along the floor splitting even larger.

“Damn. I thought I had your ass this time.” Blue exasperated.

Sin blinks. “You want us to do that?”

Aries pulls Blue up from the floor as Nadia repeated, “Nah, you want us to do that? Ha!” She shakes her head, “Not in a million years.”

“Can he throw me around like that?” Buffy says Pheme smacks her friend's arm.

“Can I partner with you?” A familiar voice strides, everyone looking back to see Electra smiling, throwing a seductive tone of her voice his way as she comes to the front to be across from him, hiking up the sports bra and shorts she wears.

“I don’t like snitches. Partner up.” Aries says, going around her in which she bleats, “Excuse me?!”

Elijah goes to protest when a girl comes in front of him, emerald box braids with a doll face to match, smiling as she offers, “You don’t wanna partner with me?”

“I— uh—sure—“ he squeaks and she pulls him away. Trey also finds the girl he pointed out and pulls her into a corner as she laughs at his attempts at flirting.

“Who the hell is gonna partner up with me?” Buffy asks, Blue says to her, “C’mon mama, imma’ find you a partner.”

Her interests peaks. “Mama?” She then looks at Sin, smirking as she says, “I’m taking this one home with me.” Causing Sin to chuckle to herself.

She then skips after him and Nadia shakes her head, “All you gotta do is put a dick in front of her and she’ll do anything you ask.”

“You’re a whole lesbian and you’d drop your panties for Sin’s dad.” Pheme pointed out.

“ I would. And I’d do it again.”

Sin watches as everyone gets into the rhythm of battling one another, some people more gentle, others actually making movements with all their strength. She comes to the realization that she doesn’t have a partner, circling her eyes to look for Cloud when she sees his hand trapped under another hand that leads up to that light fucking hair, she pulls him into the corner and Cloud seems hesitant, but of course as Sin expects he’s too nice to tell her he doesn’t want to partner with her. Or maybe he’s thinking with his dick. Probably both.

It brings a feeling in her chest to watch as they begin practicing. When Cloud wraps his arms around her waist to pick her up, she wraps her legs around his abdomen instead, giggling as her arms find their way on his shoulders. She’s trying me, right? Are my eyes this deceitful?

When Electra looks Sin dead in her eyes as she stays in this position, she concludes that she’s not crazy. Electra is.

“I think she has a death wish.” Nadia is now standing next to Sin, watching as well.

“It’s cool. I’m used to her doing this shit, she’s not getting a rise out of me.” Sin replies, yet her eyes still never leave the two.

“Ooh, okay Ms. I Wanna Be The Bigger Person. It’s sexy when you get all mature.”

Seeing as Electra places her feet on the floor, she raises her lips to Cloud’s ear and mouths something to him that Sin obviously can’t understand, taking his hands in hers and placing them on her waist. Yeah, that didn’t last long.

“I lied.” Sin mutters.

She then turns her attention towards Aries who’s talking to Blue as he watches everyone, going up to him and she asks, “Wanna be my partner?”

“No.” Is all he says to her, going back to his conversation. She then crosses her arms and pushes, “Well I'm not practicing unless you're my partner.”

“If this is a ploy to make your lil’ boyfriend mad, get the fuck away from me.”

“No. This is a ploy to get you to stop being mad at me for whatever reason that is.”

“Who said I was mad at you?” He turns fully towards her, Sin slightly tilting her head up.

“You don’t have to say it.”

He looks back at Blue who has his nose right in the conversation, Blue putting his hands up in surrender before he goes over to Calypso and Jupiter who play around instead of actually training. Aries comes back to her, black compression top clinging to her chest and Nike shorts painted within her skin.

“I’m cool. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So then train with me?” She asks again.

“I’m good.”

“Fine,” she turns around, “Guess I’ll just go back to my room then.”

She begins making her way towards the stairs when Aries realizes she’s seriously about to leave and it pisses him off more at her childishness.

“Fuck it, come here.”

“You could say pl—“

He grabs her arm, turning her around and she lifts her leg in an attempt to kick him, the plan completely going south as her back is suddenly to his chest. His arm wraps around her neck, the feeling of her body pressed up against him makes her face feel warm. She breathes heavily at his quickness, placing her hands against his arm that tightens around her neck and he says in her ear, “I could say what?”

“I don’t beg.” She huffs.

He suddenly feels a sharp sting of the end of her elbow going into his shoulder that it decreases the strength on her neck, she repeats the movement, falling out of his hold. Successfully lifting her leg she strikes it through his ribs, his back slamming as he hits the floor. The second his eyes open as he tries to stand he sees she’s atop of him, staring down with a confident grin along her face.

“I’m not the one to flatter myself…but were you just flirting with me?” She teases, hoping it would lighten his mood with her.

The expression along Aries’ face seems dumbfounded and she’d never seen that before. She then looks over to see Cloud staring at the two of them on the floor, his emotions not able to read along his face, but just in his body language he’s obviously not happy to see this.

Air is taken away from her chest as he suddenly throws her off of him, her back slapping along the floor as he stands, “Switch partners.”

Sin sighs, shaking her head to herself.

“So much for making anyone jealous.”

A thick air of tension hadn’t only come from Aries and Sin’s interaction—but now from a pair of eyes that nearly boiled at the sight of their sparring.

Calypso, Jupiter and Blue stood around talking amongst each other while watching the coven train. Aries sits behind them, phone in hand as he’s extremely annoyed—he wished he wasn’t as bothered as he felt.

“Who want they ass whooped?”

Trey comes over in a playful tone, Cloud following behind as those boiling eyes had belonged to him. He had the urge to become violent, feeling himself becoming more pissed off as Aries sat like he hadn’t been previously groping Sin.

“Clearly you do,” Blue chuckled back, “But it might be good for y’all to get some training in with one of us. Might grow some hair on your chest!”

“Nahh, I’m good. Maybe my boy needs his lick back on Aries for what he did to Sin—finish the fight y’all started,” Trey pokes fun, not realizing as Cloud is visibly irritated, and that jab might’ve been more personal for him.

“You’ right. But that nigga don’t want no type of issues with me,” Cloud tells Trey, an aggresion to his voice.

Before anyone else can counter that, Aries is already dropping his phone from his face as he raises an eyebrow, “Who?”

“Y’all—“ Blue starts, Aries standing from the seat he’s in as he continues, “You’ right, I’m grown as fuck. If I had a problem, I’d tell you.”

“You’ scared to fight or something?” Cloud quips back.

“Scared?” A laugh falls from Aries’ lips, “Cloud, don’t get fuckin’ smacked. I’m not even in the mood for this.”

“So smack me then!” He comes forward, Blue stepping between them as he tells Cloud to stop. Aries eyebrows furrow deeper.

“‘Fuck is your problem? You’re about to fight me for what? For who?”

“You’ over here talking big shit like you’re gonna smack me, run your fuckin’ fade then!”

“Not that it’s any of your fuckin’ business, but me and Sin are good. So again, what are you doing this for?”

“I don’t give a fuck about whether you and my girl are good.”

“Your girl?” Aries blinks, “So is she your girl when you over there fuckin’ on light-bright?”

For a second, Cloud’s face goes blank. Aries couldn’t have cared less about what Cloud had going on, but if he was poking at him, it was gonna come right back.

“Who said I was fuckin’ on her?”

Aries dismisses, “You should’ve ran your fade to protect your girl when I did offer to beat the shit out of you, not wait when you in front of your niggas to prove a point.”

“…Look, I was just playing y’all, I didn’t mean for this to get serious,” Trey then pipes in, trying to smooth over the situation, “Cloud. You’ good?”

Cloud steps back, masking the anger he feels as he simply replies, “I’m good,” turning away as he mutters, “Bitch-ass.”

When Aries realizes that they’re still in training, he pulls himself back, thankful that no one else had seen their back and forth—except for Sin, who’s making her way over as the situation had diffused.

“What’s going on?” She asks, concern written on her face as she sees both of the men’s expression.

“Nothing,” Cloud stated.

“I want you and Electra to spar,” Aries changes the subject, that sentence distracting her in a way Aries figured it would as she frowns, “What? No. I’m good on that.”

“It wasn’t a question. She’s one of your top Protectors, I wanna see what you can do.“

Pheme and Nadia come before Sin. A few other people began crowding around them. Sin had managed to calm herself down by the distraction of other things for the amount of time they’d been training, but this was like placing a dog in front of a treat, waiting to receive it for good behavior.

She had been holding in all of the emotions she had towards this one girl simply because it wasn’t worth going off, but the confidence she had today, she might’ve had a change of heart.

“Aries, I'm good. For real. I’m not tryna fight this girl.” She says seriously.

“Or do you just not want your ass whooped?” Electra then corrects.

Her thoughts halt all at once. Sin brings her eyes back towards this girl as she questions, “…Repeat that?”

“I know it would be a little embarrassing to get your ass beat in front of your boyfriend, or fuck buddy, entertainment purposes, whatever you prefer to call him,” Electra says with her entire chest.

It causes Nadia, Pheme and Buffy to mutter, “Ooohhh,” as she continues, “Maybe it’ll knock some sense into you, maybe get you to realize holding off your pussy to Cloud won’t stop him from fucking me.”

Sin’s neck snaps towards Cloud, “‘Fuck is she talking about?”

“Electra.” Cloud snaps, almost ignoring her question. Sin dips her face closer to him as she repeats, “‘Fuck is she talking about? I’m asking you?”

Sin can’t believe what’s coming out of her mouth right now, but she really can’t believe that Cloud had nothing to say. She had to have lost her mind and was hearing things that would make her go apeshit.

But seeing as everyone around them stares as if they’re watching a TV show, it really had come out her mouth. All the patience she had with this girl. All the micro aggressive comments, the passive aggressive remarks, the backhanded compliments, the continuous disrespect towards her when it came to Cloud, the fucking way she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, leading them in the situation they were in now. Yet somehow, she still managed to have something to say. She’d deal with Cloud later.

A gasp erupts in the silence as Sin’s injured fist went full force into the bone of this girl’s nose, the crack enveloping along the room, Electra’s hands fly over her mouth as blood came rushing out her nostrils, unable to protect herself as Sin pounced forward and wrapped both of her hands around her neck, slamming her body into the floor, the wood weeping in despair. Electra’s jaw masks from side to side, taking in each punch that impacts the bone, feeling the blood rush back up her nose and gargling into her mouth, she chokes.

Her eyes are shot wide open as the hands that were previously around her neck appear again, stronger, tighter. She places her hands in between Sin’s fingers that don’t budge, her tongue sticking out as she coughs profusely, blood trickling down the sides of her face. A noise of fear erupts from her mouth as Sin lifts her head and slams it into the ground, hair sticking along the blood on her face, her pale cheeks nearly tinting blue at how hard Sin squeezes. She can hear the sound of everyone around her making noises of panic that she might actually kill this girl, squeezing so tightly she could feel her trachea in her palms.

She’s suddenly pulled away from Electra as she’s gripped by her waist, yanked away as her feet plant the ground a couple of inches away from her, her head turning as she sees Aries holding her, she fights in his grip, belting out, “Get the fuck off me!” Aries feels an incessant amount of heat suddenly filing around her body, his fingers ache and he quickly lets go of her as the bronze tint seeps back under her aura. Before he can react, she turns fully towards him, slamming her fist into his jaw, it surprises him that the strike makes the bottom of his face throb.

The entire room is silent. Besides Electra’s low crying as she sits herself up and holds her nose that spews out blood and Elijah who holds her face in his hands, they all turn towards Sin with a look of worry in their expressions. She sees this. Her emotions feel heavy on her chest, looking from Cloud, to her friends, to everyone. She then brings her attention to Aries and he sees her pupils are dilated, eyes red and glossy. She takes one more look at everyone before she takes off down the stairs, disappearing out of the training building.

“Yo, did y’all see that shit? I mean— did you really see that shit?” Blue suddenly erupts the silence.

“No for real. That shit was like— K.O!” Calypso reenacts, turning towards his brother as he lifts his fist in a slow motion connection to Jupiter’s face, Jupiter also playing along as he slowly falls backwards, making a high pitched scream in his throat as he covers his nose.

Aries looks over at Pheme, trying to understand what had happened.

Pheme shrugs, “She told you she didn’t want to fight her.”

“Training is over for the day.”

Once they had gotten Electra back to her room and out of the training building so Elijah could heal her, everyone took off for the rest of the day, some going to the basketball court, others going to eat, the event that happened being enough for the rest of the day to simply focus on relaxation. Aries makes his way out of the training building and into the trees, trying to track the scent of cocoa butter and vanilla, why he knew that she smelled exactly like that he didn’t know.

He went deeper into the forest as he saw a familiar trail leading up to an opened door, the scent now right above his nose. Different colorations of flowers hung above his eyes, the stream padding against the body of water below it peacefully, mushrooms and other greenery swindling in the peaceful atmosphere. He can see the sun shining through the solar panels covering up the plants, his eyes traveling down as he sees a body sitting on the end of the rock above the miniature waterfall. She has her face laid along her knees, her hand running along the patch of grass next to her.

He walks towards her, seeing that her eyes are red. Tears come down her face and she quickly wipes them as he comes next to her, hesitant in his movements before he sits beside her.

“How’d you know where to find the pack’s greenhouse?” He asks.

“I heard Blue mention it the night we were all drunk. He said he brings females in here to make things all special and shit. Plus, I just needed time to think.”

Aries nods, knowing Blue and his ways.

“You got a mean ass right hook.It was deserved,” He admits. She pushes her face further into her knees as she softly chuckles, Aries eyeing the knuckles of her right hand that bruise heavily.

“That wasn't about you, but I do know that you’re upset with me.” She says to him, bringing her face to fully look in his eyes.

“I’m not upset about anything.”

“Aries, c’mon. At this point I’m use to you being an ass, but in Orioch—“

“In Orioch I was only being nice to you.”

He begins to feel like this conversation might be a waste of time. As he goes to stand, Sin then asks, “What did I do to you, exactly?” She asks.

He goes quiet for a moment. She speaks again, “We finally had one moment where I didn’t believe you hated me, it was nice to see you out of that character. Then you just— switched. Is it because Blue and Cloud came in?” Sin prompts.

“I don’t hate you, Sin.” He clarifies.

“So, what then?”

He eyes the bruises along her fist again. “You made me feel comfortable to open my feelings towards you. You also let me know that it was okay to show I was afraid of something, or to embrace it. When Cloud came in, you called me a mutt, and you reminded me why I’m not open to you. Because if I do you’ll just— backfire that shit against me.”

Sin blinks, “You’re mad because I called you a mutt?”

Aries' vulnerability disappears as he takes it back. “This shit is stupid,” going to leave out when Sin jumps up, putting her hands up as she pleads, “Wait—“

He looks back, his eyes blinking profusely as the sunlight shining through the glass within the roof suddenly disappears, being replaced with a serene darkness. Stars align above the glass, the moonlight casting a blue tint over the flowers, over his skin, his chain blaring gold.

He looks back at Sin, “How’d you do that?”

“I— I don’t know. I just didn’t want you to leave,” She admits, just as confused as he is, seeing as she was able to change the entire setting. She’d never done that before.

They both sit in silence for a while, taking in the scene before them as butterflies swim in front of their eyes, caterpillars crawling along the smooth rocks, bright colored insects appearing as if someone called for them.

“I really am sorry if I hurt your feelings, Aries.” She apologizes, “I could’ve said anything else and I went out of line. I don’t ever want to hurt your feelings, especially if you’re open with them to me.”

He looks fully at her, hearing and feeling her sincerity. He couldn’t be too much of a hypocrite, considering he’d done and said things to her he was sorry for, it’d be wrong not to forgive her. He then picks up her hand in his, running his fingers over the bruises and she makes a face that they’re still sore.

“What’d you do?”

“Broke the mirror in my room.”

“I can wrap it for you.”

He doesn’t drop her hand, nor does she pull away from his hold. She nods her head, “Yeah, sure. That’s fine, maybe later.” She softly smiles.

She then takes notice of the bottom of his jaw that shimmers a soft tint of purple in the light, placing her hand against his face and she asks, “Does this hurt?”

“Like I fell off a bike and scraped my knee or some shit. I’m good.”

She stares over him for a moment. She then scoots herself forward to where she’s on her knees as he sits across from her, leaning over and taking his head in her hands.

He lowly questions, “Sin—“ before she brings her lips right above the complexion of his jaw, padding her thumb against the skin as she delicately blows her breath onto him. She feels warm. Cool air brushes along his face before she pulls back, the bruise dispersing and the sting he feels disappears.

“Better?” She asks softly, his deep tone of voice ringing in her chest as he replies, “Yeah.”

They look at one another, Sin’s heartbeat pounding in her chest as Aries doesn’t break eye contact. She clears her throat as she drops her hands from his face and stands, “We should get back to everyone. I need to go find Phem’ and Nadia before they blow a fuse anyways.”

“Imma’ chill here for a little bit longer.”

She nods, giving another soft smile as she walks off. Aries watches her disappear behind the door, the scenery turning back into a shining day, sun rays beaming along the smooth rocks. He sighs.

“Fuck.”

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Encanto nitpick, Pepa Analysis.

BEFORE YOU READ: Okay so y’all remember when I made the Encanto nitpick post, I said I had one major one? Well that’s what I’m going to share today. The nitpick I’m about to share is the MAJOR PROBLEM I had with the movie, but all of it sort of ties into another nitpick, which was how the ending was executed, but I’m not going to explain that now. I will admit I’ve been kinda afraid to share this one, because this is one of those where a lot of people are going to get upset. All I ask is that you let me elaborate and explain before you get mad, and also please forgive me, because this whole thing is sort of....complicated, so I’ll try my best to explain and get across at what I mean. By now you should know that I talk a LOT. So...yeah, buckle in if you feel like reading possibly 2 essays. Thank you, and.....(deep breaths) here we go.

So nitpick involves Pepa Madrigal. (PLEASE HEAR ME OUT BEFORE YOU GO OFF 😭)

First, I want to share how I feel about her in general, but I’m not going to explain FULLY because I want to save it for her character review. (Yes I’m still working on those, Isabella will be here soon). To make a long story short, yeah I love her. I love ALL the characters honestly, like, I swear Encanto is one of those movies where you can’t really HATE any of the characters no matter what, even Alma but BACK TO PEPA. I legit love her. (I also find her character concept hilarious) and feel so damn bad for her, like you can tell she’s literally suffering throughout the movie. She’s a 50 year old woman who has three kids, bags under her eyes, and is constantly under stress because if she feels any sort of strong emotion, she will get called out for it, and obviously not only that, flood the house or something. Anyway, I really like her, but I....have a sort of issue with her at the same time, and that’s where the nitpick comes in. And this, is honestly going to sound SO stupid I know, but I have to be honest so FINALLY, here’s the nitpick: Even though I love Pepa, her behavior towards her brother Bruno is keeping me from finding her as a.........L-LIKEABLE character, meaning... it’s keeping me from liking her “ALL THE WAY”, more than I do now you could say.

NOW HEAR ME OUT, LET ME EXPLAIN, LET ME EXPLAIN PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE..........................are you still here? If you are thank you.

Now...before I get a bunch of comments saying “SHE CAN’T CONTROL THE WEATHER”, “SHE HAD A RIGHT TO BE UPSET AT HER WEDDING”, “IT’S BRUNO’S FAULT”, “SHE MISSED HER BROTHER THOUGH”, “SHE USED THE WEDDING AS A COPING MECHANISM”, —I know, I know, I know, I KNOW, and.....we’ll get to that last one. We’ll get to ALL of these, just let me explain. I have a few things to talk about, so what I’m going to do is analyze Pepa as a character and break down everything FIRST, organizing everything into a category so everything isn’t facoodled. (Messy). So before I actually EXPLAIN and get to and explain my nitpick, I need to do that first. I know you probably want me to get to the point, but I really need to talk about all of this BEFORE I do because it’s really important, I don’t want people to jump at me. This is the part of the ride where you hang on, so here we go.

1. PEPA’S CHARACTER/THOUGHTS: First, what do we know about Pepa’s character? Well, based on canon facts and the movie, Pepa is Alma’s daughter of three, the middle child according to Director Jared Bush on Twitter. Her gift is having her mood affect the weather, and is described to be “overly emotional” as well as someone who “overreacts” from time to time. We can clearly see this throughout the movie, as she is constantly on edge for the most part, worried. Her power obviously plays a role in this, as she is NOT allowed to feel any strong emotions, instead forced to try to calm down because if she doesn’t, a rain, a hurricane, a snowstorm, you name it happens, and Alma can’t have that, as she constantly tells her she has a cloud. In my eyes, her gift and Alma’s pressure caused her to be the woman she is now, always a little stressed, but luckily, Felix is there, as well as her brother and everyone else now. In the movie, Pepa’s arc was that she needed to learn to just let her emotions out, just feel what she needed to feel in the moment. If she needed to cry, let it rain. If she needed to be angry, let it storm, because we all know as human beings, it is NOT healthy to keep your emotions in. The interesting thing is this is VERY similar to Isabela’s arc as well! Anyway, just like the fandom, I feel so damn bad for Pepa, how could I not? Imagine growing up, you weren’t aloud to let loose with your emotions. You had to keep yourself stable as best as you could, and basically keep everything in. Her mother certainly didn’t help, as even when her kids were full grown adults, she was stern and committed, and even with Felix supporting her, you can tell everything was still difficult during the events of the movie. I just want to give this poor woman a hug, because she’s suffered enough, just like the rest of the cast.

Before we move on, let’s talk about her as a CHILD, and I need you to pay attention to this part, because it’s important and ties into the category after the next one. Obviously, we don’t know anything about what she was like as a kid CANONICALLY, but as the audience, we can infer a lot of things. In my eyes, (and I think a lot of you will agree) since Peppa is described to be “overly emotional” and overreacting, I see her as a very sensitive kid. She probably cried a lot despite her gift, she also probably got angry and pouty when something deeply upset her, in fact I see her as VERY dramatic, getting upset at the littlest things, or the biggest things. Heck, I’m pretty sure Jared Bush said she was dramatic in a tweet, about why she was calling Julieta after casita crumbled. I also see her as stern in situations, especially when it comes to something she doesn’t like. But anyway, yeah, that’s how I see her as a kid, dramatic, overly emotional, DEFINITELY SENSITIVE, passionate when it came to showing how she felt, probably whiny too lol, but still a good kid. And no, this has nothing to do with the nitpick I had. Obviously, there’s NOTHING wrong with the traits I just stated. Again, we don’t know what she was like truly as a kid, but IF she was how I explained, there’s obviously nothing wrong with that lol. I have no issue with her being overly emotional, sensitive, or dramatic at all. A lot of kids are like that, and ADULTS are like that as well. Please keep this in mind.

2. BRUNO’S CHARACTER/THOUGHTS: Don’t worry, I’m not going to talk long like I did in the category above, I’ll make this quick because we all know how Bruno is lol, it’s obvious. Bruno is the youngest child. His power to see into the future affected everyone to see him as some bad creepy omen, possibly causing him to be an introvert (that’s not canon we don’t know that for sure) but what is Bruno like outside of his gift? Well, he’s shy, kind, timid, goofy, sensitive, and is described to be an introvert (you and me both Bruno). What do we know canonically? Well, Jared bush on Twitter explains that even before he left, Bruno was introverted, not super comfortable around people, as he spent time on his own from time to time. Obviously Bruno isn’t some monster that the village was painting him to be, or some jerk. He cares about his family VERY much, and always has good intentions. It’s no surprise that I love Bruno. He’s a good guy, and must be protected. I could write a book on why he’s so lovable but....I love him. That’s all you need to know.

Now, what do I think Bruno as a child was like? Well, pretty much the same as an adult. In my eyes, he’s shy, timid, nervous, but at the same time he has a big heart, and can be open and goofy at times. While I think he’d be a little laid back and wouldn’t be as dramatic as pepa, I of course see him as very vulnerable and emotional as well. Whenever he gets upset, I don’t see him bursting into tears then and there like Pepa, I see him more hiding in a private place alone, then crying. He would also try to help of course, but be a bit of a screw up from time to time, similar to Agustín. Honestly Pepa and Bruno have something in common, they’re not entirely different, they both seem sensitive in their own ways and you can tell they’re both very emotional compared to Julieta, the more emotionally matured one.

3. PEPA AND BRUNO’S RELATIONSHIP: First, let me say this. What I’m about to say is ALL SPECULATION AND INTERPRETATION, none of it will be canon, because surprise surprise, we don’t know ANYTHING about their relationship. All we know is that they love each other of course, and that’s it. Why would we know a lot though? That obviously wasn’t the film’s focus, and there wasn’t enough time to focus on it even if they wanted to. I put those words in bold letters just now because that is a phrase that is ganna pop back up MULTIPLE TIMES, so be prepared. Before I talk about what I think their relationship is like, let’s talk about what we already know........the song, but more importantly the wedding. DUN DUN DUN. In the movie when Maribel asks about her uncle Bruno, we see that Pepa is VERY stern and strict about his name being mentioned. She gets a cloud when Maribel says his name, so it’s clear she doesn’t like talking about him at all because it upsets her. Well, it could be for a few other reasons as well. We don’t know who started the whole “We don’t talk about Bruno” thing canonically, (that be an interesting question to ask Jared!) BUT a few fans either think it’s Pepa who started it, or Alma. Pepa because of how stern and upset she seemed, and Alma since she runs things. Anyway, after Pepa scolds Maribel, Felix comes in, and tries to tell her himself. ((Real quick, I’ve seen a few people say Felix doesn’t seem to have anything against Bruno, but judging by his lines- “She needs to know Pepe”, “It was a nightmare!”, “He would say something terrible, then boom! It would happen!” , “Then you better figure it out, because it was coming for you!”- I kinda disagree? I mean...in my eyes, it seems like Felix viewed Bruno the same way the townspeople did, a bad omen. That is just my opinion though. Sure, I know in the end he’s smiling towards Bruno and seems cool with him, but as for the events before the movie and before the end, it makes me wonder if Felix ever got to know Bruno outside of the wedding, since Bruno was so introverted. That’s another question you could ask Jared, I’m very curious about that!)) Anyway back to what happens! Pepa explains her wedding day, saying how her brother walked in with “a mischievous grin” and said “it looks like rain”, causing her to get really upset and worried, which resulted in a huge hurricane. Now we finally get to the part that’ll all be speculation and interpretation. What is Pepa and Bruno’s relationship like?

Well first, what is their relationship like AFTER Bruno left? Well while again, we aren’t directly told canonically, as the audience we can infer a lot of things. In most people eyes and my eyes as well, Pepa is clearly upset towards Bruno, and why wouldn’t she be? He left the family, and supposedly ruined her wedding. Just like I said before, Pepa is VERY stern when it comes to her brothers name being mentioned, as you can clearly see when she overhears Maribel talking to herself. By how she acted, we can infer that she doesn’t want to mention her brothers name because she knows it’ll get her upset. She’ll probably feel so many emotions, anger, sadness, frustration, and remember, we can’t have that because of her power. (Now again, there could be that other reason as well, like maybe Alma was so strict about not mentioning Bruno that Pepa followed the same rule and only was so strict because she didn’t want her mother to hear, but that’s a theory, we don’t know for sure.) Anyway, after Bruno left, (here’s the speculation) in my eyes it seems that while Pepa was obviously upset and heartbroken, she eventually knew one thing. She NEEDED to move on. She NEEDED to accept the fact that her brother was probably never coming back, and that she needed to continue with her life, raising three kids as well as continue to help the community. She didn’t want to think about him or even mention his name, just try to be happy with the life she has now and forget Bruno. I think it’s clear to this entire fandom, that Pepa and Bruno’s relationship is complicated. It’s not black and white, especially if you compare it to how Julieta acted during the movie. She seemed to have no problem mentioning Bruno when it meant a serious matter, as she clearly says his name in a serious tone towards Maribel to make a point. Pepa on the other hand? She freaks out. It’s clear Pepa and Bruno’s relationship isn’t a simple answer. When I asked Jared on Twitter if Bruno’s sisters ever supported him when the town talked badly about him, he responded with “maybe a little bit of both”, but he said one thing that was very important. “Family dynamics are complicated.” And he’s absolutely right. Even though I wanted a straight answer, relationships are complicated and the world isn’t black and white. Sometimes one party is wrong, other times both are, and sometimes none are. That’s exactly how I would explain Bruno and Peppa’s relationship, Complicated. It’s clear they care about one another of course, but it’s complicated, and that’s not a bad thing.

THE FANDOM’S INTERPRETATION: Finally, we get to the fandom’s interpretation. We don’t know anything about what Pepa and Bruno’s relationship was like BEFORE he left and as kids, all we know is that Alma was....better than she was after Maribel’s ceremony, and that’s it. There’s no canon facts to look at or what we have, other than the simple fact that they love each other, and the wedding. So how do most of the fandom view their relationship before he left? As someone who’s read a few fanfics and seen a LOT of Encanto comics, this is mainly the gist. The fandom mostly interprets her as a girl who yes, loves her brother, but didn’t really have the best relationship with him growing up. People infer that their relationship is basically sweet, but most of the times it’s just Bruno messing up, and then Pepa instantly blaming him, frustrated and upset. That’s why the comics I have seen are her mainly calling him a curse or saying something is “all his fault”. Now yes, there have been cute wholesome comics of the two bonding, like Bruno helping Pepa with the rain, or Pepa sticking up for Bruno being bullied, but I’m mainly talking about the downside of their relationship. What do I think? Well firstly, I sadly agree when it comes to Pepa blaming Bruno at times. From what little we see in the movie, it makes sense that their relationship would be like that, especially since Jared explained that Pepa is a person who is overly emotional. I will say this though, I don’t think it’s fair that people pin ALL of the blame on her, and portray her as someone who doesn’t give a shit about her brother. Now I know what you’re thinking, “BUT YOU SAID YOUR NITPICK WAS FINDING HER UNLIKABLE”- I know I said that, and I’ll finally get to that after I say this. I’ve seen so many people in the fandom say the wedding was her fault, or how she’s cruel for blaming Bruno when he was just trying to help, or how she paints him as some villain despite being her brother, or how she held a grudge for 10 years. Look, if you don’t like Pepa, that’s fine. I’m not going to list endless reasons why you should like a character and why you’re wrong, because I’m not that kind of person, hell, I mean I don’t like Isabela so....there’s that.

Anyway, I want to explain just a bit and elaborate on these specific fandom opinions. When it comes to the wedding, I think they’re BOTH at fault. Bruno should have been smart and knew that making a joke like that would have upset her, and Pepa overreacted, meaning she thought he was doing that to mess with her. I think people are missing the fact that Pepa wasn’t upset because she thought he did it on purpose, she was upset because she wondered why he would say that KNOWING she always freaks out. You can tell because she says “in doing so he floods my brain” and Felix says “why did he tell us?”. I mean that isn’t really canon or said directly but that’s what I think. Oh, and for the people who are saying “BuT sHE’S tHE OnE WhO COnTRolS thE wEAthER!” Guys......HER MOOD. HER MOOD AFFECTS THE WEATHER. NOT HER. IT’S LITERALLY A LINE IN THE OPENING SONG. When it comes to people saying she blamed him even though he was trying to help, guys....she didn’t KNOW that, and even if she did, it’s more of a “why would you say that!?” situation. Then people say she paints him as a villain. In my opinion, she doesn’t. It’s not like she’s one of the town’s people saying he’s creepy or is a bad omen, she’s just saying how she doesn’t talk about him, and what happened on her wedding day. She DID say he had a “mischievous grin” when it’s clear he was probably smiling nervously, but I think that’s sort of justified.....in a way. We have to remember that Peppa is dramatic, and she probably thought he was messing with her in a negative way. I can understand though if people don’t like that about her. Finally, when it comes to her holding a grudge for 10 years, well....there’s honestly multiple ways you could look at the situation. Remember when I said I’d get to the coping mechanism part? A lot of people seem to interpret that Pepa wasn’t that mad about the wedding, she just brought it up because she felt like she needed a reason to be mad at her brother when deep down she missed him. I actually.....really like that idea! Again, this is a theory the fandom thought up of, it’s not canon, but I do like it. It’s honestly what I kinda HOPE is the case if I’m being honest, but I ain’t ganna throw a hissy fit if it’s not.

And FINALLY.......here we go. Now that I have explained ALLLLL OF WHAT I JUST SAID.......after EVERYTHING I said.........now I can finally come back to my nitpick and elaborate, so we’re at the end guys. WE’RE AT THE END. If you managed to stay THIS long.....this damn long.....wow I....I thank you because I would have lost my patience 3 paragraphs ago....LMAO. But really, if you managed to hear me out this far, I’m done wasting your time, on to what I said in the beginning.

So in the beginning, I said that my nitpick is that I find Pepa a little unlikable due to her attitude towards Bruno in the movie. I also said that while I love her to bits, the opinion I had was holding me back from liking her all the way. After everything I said, I still sort of stand by that. On one hand, I don’t like how she handled the situation. What I mean by that is, yeah, it SEEMS that she held this ridiculous grudge against him for 10 years, and when you think about it, you could argue that she shouldn’t have thought Bruno was messing with her since she grew up alongside him and should know what kind of person he is at this point. I also wonder if Pepa even stood up for Bruno when the town was making her brother out to be some monster, BEFORE he left I mean. That’s sort of ANOTHER reason to my statement, though it’s mainly one more reason. In the ending, you have Bruno apologize to her, and she listens yes, but when he tries to apologize more when he says “lot of apologies I got to say!”- Pepa and Julieta sort of just act like everything’s fine, and when you think about it, Pepa made it clear that she was upset, but when this man actually tries to apologize, the whole vibe I got was just “JK WE MISSED YOU” and it rubbed me off the wrong way. BEFORE YOU WRING MY NECK THOUGH, I do find the ending heartwarming at the same time. I find it tearjerking that deep down she missed her brother, and they DO say the line “no matter what happens we’re ganna find our way”- implying that even if they have their screw ups, things are going to be okay in the end. Here’s the thing, I feel like if we had more time dedicated to the relationship between her and her brother, THEN I think I would like Pepa fully.....if that....makes sense? I’m really trying to pull my direct thoughts and explain to all of you what I mean but it’s all difficult. I don’t blame the writers for not elaborating on their relationship, because they didn’t enough time, it’s obvious why they didn’t. However if they DID have enough time, I think that’s all it would take, then I’d be able to like Pepa all the way. Right now I don’t really, because it seems like she saw her brother as an issue, only to act like everything was okay between them in the end, and never really acted rational towards him in certain departments, (but again, not the writers fault, they had to end on a happy note). That’s sort of why whenever I watch the movie, her moments on Bruno bother me because it gets me thinking. Let me say this though, she’s a flawed character, ALL characters are flawed, that’s how life works, just like all PEOPLE are flawed. Having flawed characters IS NOT A BAD THING. I just needed to share all of this to the internet because it was honestly driving me crazy. I needed to get all of this off my chest so I could feel better in a way you could say, and now that it’s all out, I thank you for hearing me out. Pepa will ALWAYS be one of my favorite characters, I love her so much, I really do, but I felt like I needed to share the other emotions to her character that I had.

With this whole thing coming to a close, what are YOUR thoughts on Pepa? What are your thoughts on Pepa and Bruno’s relationship? And don’t be afraid to have an unpopular opinion, I won’t judge. Finally, what are your thoughts on my essay....book....analysis thingy....? Please feel free to share whatever thoughts you have below! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to collapse from all that typing. Goodbye! 💕👋

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egoludes · 4 years ago

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satisfaction guaranteed.

summary: your super soldiers hear there’s a new contender in the bedroom; they intend to learn all about it.

pairing: stucky x reader.

notes: ok, i’ll admit it - this is so outrageously self-indulgent and fully inspired by a recent, um, purchase. i was hoping to get it out in time for valentine’s day, but then work kicked my ass - so consider it a delayed love letter to y’all heh. my apologies in advance to the manufacturers of the sex toy featured here; please don’t sue me? borders from deathlyrph!

warnings: nsfw / 18+, threesome, sex toy, implied & light overstimulation

He doesn’t mean to listen in - scout’s honor.

There just isn’t much that Bucky’s super soldier hearing misses and the raving of some very giddy --- and very drunk --- Avengers is nowhere near that list. He’s actually pleased to hear the way you, Natasha, and Wanda are carrying on when he rounds the corner. Missions have been taking a toll lately, keeping everyone on the team on edge and up late. You, in particular, have been distant, putting on a facade that never quite reaches your eyes, and he and Steve have been on wit’s end trying to perk you up.

The ladies, it seems, have it all figured out. You’re laughing freely for the first time in weeks, and Bucky’s grateful that no one (particularly Sam) can see the way the sound makes him utterly lovesick. His adoration keeps him still a few seconds longer, basking in how free you seem, but he doesn’t intend to stay much past that. In fact, he’s a half-step into leaving when he hears it:

“So, wait -- have you tried it yet? The Satisfyer?”

Confusion brings him to a full stop. Satisfyer?

That feeling only grows, knitting his eyebrows, when you’re the one to answer with an emphatic, and damn near dreamy “Yes.”

Bucky’s an intelligent man and the name alone is a pretty effective context clue. Still, he doesn’t really put it together until Wanda squeals and Nat (who he can see in his mind’s eye, clear as day, leaning into you with that cheeky smirk) pushes you for more.

“It��s kind of...overwhelming,” you continue, pausing to refill your glass, “but in the best way. Like in a ‘How did I ever masturbate before this’ kind of way. My knees literally buckled when I got up after. Can you believe that? Buckled! I was fuckin’ woozy! ” He can tell you’re animated just by the way your volume starts to rise and whatever you’re doing must be endearing because even Natasha is chuckling.

Bucky still loves it, don’t get him wrong. In fact, he adores you excited like this, especially after all the darkness lately. But, there’s something genuinely puzzling about so much excitement around a sex toy. He hadn’t even known you’d bought something new. When had you tried it? Where were he and Steve?

His thoughts start to swirl, intrigue and curiosity mounting in a wave that he pushes past with a step, then another, as he reminds himself that he has somewhere to be.

No chance he’ll be forgetting about this, though.

Steve hears about it from Bucky.

Secondhand stories can be tricky; full of exaggerations and misunderstanding. But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe it. He just doesn’t comprehend the implications of it until he experiences it for himself.

That happens on a Saturday afternoon.

You’d been tense in training, taking hits you’ve dodged a thousand times and fumbling moves you’ve done twice that. A bad bout typically doesn’t do you in, but Steve can tell by the way your attacks grow more and more stilted, that you’re overextending just to make blows meet.

It gets so bad that he breaks one of his few cardinal rules -- never pulling rank with you or Bucky outside of missions -- to get you out of the spar, and your frustration with it is as clear as the exhaustion that sags your limbs. You’re out the door before he can apologize, or explain.

An hour later, he’s showered and changed, seeking you out in your corner of the compound with peace offerings at the ready. This time, they come in the form of your favorite snack and a promise to spar with you himself the next time you’re scheduled - no holds barred.

But, when you pull open the door at his knock, he’s surprised to see that he may not need them.

You’re completely...sated. The tension you’d had in your shoulders when you left the gym is nowhere to be found and in its place is a sheen of satisfaction. It’s all over you: in a dopey smile, lidded eyes, and the faint whiff of your cunt he gets when he leans into you.

In an instant, he puts two and two together, and Steve feels his body warm at the realization that you’ve just finished touching yourself. And not just that: it had been so good that your entire mood’s flipped and you’re beaming at him, no walls or reservations.

He makes his apology all the same, though, and your smile widens as you reach for him and the snack in a tease: “Better not back out on that fight, Captain.”

He grins back, pleased you’re feeling better, but making a mental note to speak to Bucky as soon as you let him go.

I think we need to check out this ‘Satisfyer’.

They ask you about it on Valentine’s Day.

You’re running on the high of a beautiful evening: dinner in DUMBO and drinks in Brooklyn Heights. The latter -- a couple cocktails for you, white wine for your boys -- finds you buzzing as you let them into your room back at the compound. You feel eyes on your hips from behind, heavy gazes that sear the curves, and you sway pointedly, smiling at the sharp breaths that follow.

You know where the night is going ---- know the way a good date makes them handsy. So the attention is no surprise. Neither is the cool press of metal to your back and the kiss to that spot under your ear. “Bed, pretty girl,” Bucky drawls against your skin, intent pressing -- and growing -- against your hip as he settles against you.

Steve rounds you from the other side, not touching but so close you can feel the rise of heat from his body. You look up just in time to catch him watching you back, blue eyes darkening with each step into your bedroom.

Your dress is easy work, pooling at your ankles with a few good pulls, But, Steve and Bucky take their time with everything else. You’re in something special, after all --- pretty lace and dewey colors that deserve an extra look, an extra touch. They’re on you the moment it’s revealed to them, thumbing the fabric with murmured praise through the lips all over your skin.

The daze it sets follows you all the way to the mattress where you lay back against Steve’s chest (still clothed, to your chagrin) with his arms settled around you. His hands end up bracing your thighs, naturally at first, then deliberately as Bucky starts to kiss trails up and over your calf. With the latest string of missions, you can’t remember the last time you had their mouths on you and the anticipation as Bucky’s creeps closer is almost crippling. Your body tenses with each point of contact, eyes lidding as they watch him rise, inch by tortuous inch.

“Sweetheart.” Steve’s voice pulls you out of your focus with a rumble you can feel in your back. “We wanna try something new with you tonight.” You turn just enough to watch him, answering with a hum to urge him on. “Can you tell Buck,” he continues, dipping to run his nose along yours. You feel tiny when he bears down on you like this, and he can see the way it affects you just in the flutter of your lashes. “--where you keep your ‘Satisfyer’?”

What?

In a split second, you’re sobered up, no hint of the lust or buzz that’d been following you for most of the night. Bringing toys to bed isn’t new by any means, but they have never, ever referred to one by name like that. Nor requested it specifically. It’s so startling that you don’t know what to say for a moment, mind utterly blank until you feel Bucky’s hand tighten around your thigh to bring you back. “You -- my what?”

“Satisfyer,” Steve echoes, hand resting on your tummy. From below, you can feel Bucky’s eyes burning into the side of your face, expectant. “Buck’s heard you mention it before, and we’d like to know what all the fuss is about. ---- If you’re willing, that is.”

You look back and forth between them, mouth gaping for a second before you swallow your shock down whole. Two super soldiers can be a lot to manage on their own -- adding a toy that’s knocked you on your ass a few times over now seems like a very dangerous game. But, you can feel Steve hardening against your back and can’t deny the slick that’s seeping through your panties at the thought alone. So you nod, lip pulled between your teeth, and direct Bucky to the left side of your bottom drawer.

When he’s back between your legs, it’s with the rose gold toy in hand. The mere sight of it makes you clench; something he doesn’t miss when he’s that close to your core. “Someone’s excited,” Bucky muses, brow arching before his gaze returns to his hand. The Satisfyer is unlike any toy he’s ever seen, shaped more like some alien gadget than a vibrator, and no amount of Google sleuthing could’ve prepared him for what it feels like in person. The smoothness of it in his hand, the unique curves along his palm. You bite back a giggle at how intently he inspects it, turning it over this way and that to get used to its weight.

“Hmm.. that’s definitely different,” Steve chimes in, as focused on the toy as Bucky is. It isn’t hard to work out how it’s used from the design alone, but what they’re still itching to know is what it does. How it unravels you so well, until your knees buckle even. And it doesn’t take long for that anticipation to trump their curiosity and you’re brought back to the moment when Steve ducks his head to your shoulder, pressing kisses to the skin there as he smooths hands down your inner thighs. He draws his palms back and forth a few times until they suddenly still, and he’s holding your legs -- and you -- wide open. “How about we give it a go, pal?”

Bucky says nothing in return, but he probably doesn’t have to. The toy clicking to life is enough, a rhythm that fills the room with anticipation. Your tummy tightens at the sound -- another reaction neither man misses -- and the tension stays put, coiled tight until the Satisfyer closes over your clit.

The first pulse knocks air out of you that you hadn’t realized you were holding. The ones that follow unfurl you, melting your anticipation in favor of a soft, thrumming pleasure that coats you head to toe. It’s odd, having someone else use it on you, but in a good way. The best way.

You surrender to it, relaxing into Steve’s hold as Bucky holds you open with two fingers. So far, that’s no different than normal --- you’re always this pliant for them, putty beneath their fingers once they get to work. But, tonight, they’re greedy. Tonight, they want more from you; want whatever this toy has been able to draw out in their absence.

Bucky kicks things up a notch, turning the pulse up two speeds. The change is subtle to them, clicks coming just a smidgen faster and louder. For you, it seems to make all the difference. Immediately, you react, back arching up from its place against Steve’s chest with a sound that makes the Captain purr behind you.

“Mm...must feel good,” he notes, a hand gliding along your tummy until he can palm your breast. “Can you tell us, sweetheart?” He punctuates the question with fingers around your nipple, tweaking lightly.

Your lips part, but no words follow; not at first. It’s like your body and mind are disconnected, static in the places where they usually go together. The fuzziness is welcome, but hard to speak through, and it’s all you can do just to whine when Steve gives your nipple an urgent pinch. Bucky joins in with a cool finger pressing at your cunt, the light whirring from his arm giving you something concrete enough to focus on. ‘S good,” you finally pant, twisting to tuck your head into Steve, “so good.”

Bucky huffs out a chuckle and your entire body goes tight; with his face so close, you can feel every breath. “That mean you’re gonna let us finish you up, just like this?”

It’s a rhetorical question --- has to be, the way he presses the toy tighter to your clit. Still, you answer with an eager nod, legs widening some as if to give him the go ahead. “Please, Buck, ‘m close already, it -- right there, I-I’ll--” Your pleas are pretty, a desperate melody, and they appease every base instinct Bucky has. He’d wanted to keep you on edge a little longer to explore the toy more, but he’s a sucker for his girl; always has been. You win him over without even trying.

Steve isn’t far behind, cock leaking in his dress pants seeing you so desperate. He hasn’t gotten his hand on the toy yet, but even he seems to feel its effect. The hand that isn’t cupping your breast spreads over your tummy, delighting in the way the flesh underneath tightens and spreads. You’re certainly close --- he knows your body as well as you do. And the thought of it makes him hungry, makes him press teeth into the skin behind your ear as he urges you on: “Go on, honey -- make a mess for us.”

Your peak comes fast after that, punching you in the gut with its intensity. The first wave of orgasm runs right through you, leaving a tremble in its wake, and your hips twist instinctively to escape the toy. Bucky, however, isn’t so forgiving, metal curling around your hip in a vice. Ride it out, he seems to say with a dark, lidded glance from between your legs.

You whimper in response, head tipping back against Steve’s chest as you fumble for purchase in the warmth of Bucky’s free hand.

Something tells you this will be a long night.

Forty minutes later, you can’t see straight.

Your first orgasm had been gradual, as tentative as the men watching this new toy work you. But, after that, it’s like a flip switches in Bucky and Steve, making them greedy for as many more as they can get.

The second one isn’t long after the first. Bucky turns the Satisfyer up to the highest setting, the other end of the spectrum that you hadn’t even gotten a chance to try on your own yet. The first contact lights fire through your sensitive body and you’re on the brink in just minutes. Toes stretching and curling into the sheets by Bucky’s hips, you’re practically squirming with need and it only takes one good twist of the toy for you to crumble all over again. They give you a break after that, but most of it is spent kissing you too long for you to catch your breath.

You don’t mind that too much, though.

The third orgasm is Steve’s fault. Ever the strategist, he starts thinking through the ways they can play with frequency and angle to make you cum again. You don’t notice it in your foggy comedown, but he’s fished his phone out and flicked through to a page he’s looked over more times that he cares to admit. And when Bucky settles between your legs to get you going again, he finally speaks up. “Buck, I found this review online---” Both you and Bucky turn to him, curiosity in the way you gape, but he’s making a face back that’s loud and clear: ‘do not ask’. “---that said they were able to cum in a couple minutes with this alone. Had some interestin’ suggestions about how, too.” He grins around a Brooklyn drawl, that handsome face stirring something in you when it looks so devious. “You think we can get our girl finished faster than that?”

They pull it off -- embarrassingly easily at that -- and it’s in the pale of that third climax that they finally, finally press inside you.

Your cunt is soaked, supple and warm around Steve as he sits you down over his cock. After so much play, the stretch is nothing, a pleasant burn in the pit of your belly that makes your eyes flutter closed.

“Tell us how you feel,” Steve asks for the second time that night, his voice strained around the effort to keep from fucking you. Even if you’re taking him well -- easier than ever before, in fact -- he’s cautious not to lose his head, no matter how much he wants to.

No matter how much the urge to plow you into your mattress dizzies him.

Your eyes are still closed when you respond, tongue over your dry lips as you part them with a needy sound. “S-Still good…,” you sigh, mind swimming. You want to move, start to move in a mindless search for some friction. But, the rocking doesn’t last long, stuttering to a stop when you hear the toy click to life and try to focus through the haze of your pleasure with eyes darting for answers.

You find them in the smug grin on Bucky’s face as he palms the Satisfyer in one hand and works his cock out of his pants with the other. “What,” he purrs, voice lilted in a taunt, “you didn’t think we were done with this yet, did you?”

Oh yeah --- this’ll definitely be a long night.

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A Friend of Yours - pt. 3

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS!!!!!, language, canon lvl violence, soft!bucky, some suggestive content, it’s ten thousand words so i’m sure i missed something, just lmk and i’ll tag it accordingly babes.

word count: 10,246 (i may have gone a little overboard)

a/n: this is the last part, unless y’all want more. i’m rlly proud of myself w this series, granted MUCH of the content was already written for me, nonetheless, here you go. i hope y’all like it <3

read A Friend of Yours - pt. 1 and A Friend of Yours - pt. 2

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The Wilson family house was adorable. Two stories with chipped blue paint on the walls and yellowing white on the columns. You had beat Sam there, so you decided to just look around for a few minutes before meeting Sarah and the boys. You walked out to the dock in front of their house, admiring the water, how still and calm it was. You were staring into the distance when you heard small footsteps from behind you.

“You know, it’s rude to sneak up on people.” You weren’t sure which boy it was, but you were trying to present a non-threatening front.

“You know, it’s rude to invite yourself onto someone else's property.” You were surprised when you heard Sam’s voice respond to you. Turning quickly to face the man with the confused expression. “I thought you wouldn’t come to the States because of the whole Enemy of it thing.” He walked away from you, gesturing for you to follow as he picked up your abandoned duffle. “He’s not here if that’s who you’re looking for.” You shook your head as you crossed the threshold into the living room.

“I’m not here for him, although he would be a much welcome bonus.” The two of you shared a laugh. “But no, I’m here to help you however I can.” Sam’s eyes narrowed, wondering if he should question your generosity. Your eyes must have given away your desperation for a home because he decided against it.

“Okay, but if you’re here, you’re gonna work. We’ve got a lot of shit to get done if we’re going to fix this boat up.”

“What boat?” You smiled at him as he began explaining what was going on. He just skimmed the top of what was really happening, but you could tell he was worried even though he wore a good facade.

“Get changed into some clothes you don’t mind getting messed up.”

“Am I going to be doing, like, manual labor?” He gave you a ‘duh’ look to which you groaned, “So, shorts are out of the question?” Sam had already walked into the kitchen before replying.

“Only if you want to freeze your ass off!” You changed quickly into a pair of ripped mom jeans that you cinched with a belt at your waist and a white short sleeved shirt.

“Do you have an overshirt I can borrow?”

“You mean, a flannel?” Sam shot back as he exited the room.

“Yeah, an overshirt.”

“No. A flannel. Come on, say it with me, flannel.” He tossed one your way, which you put on the rolled the sleeves up to your elbows.

“It’s an overshirt, Sam. I’m not seeing the issue.”

“Y/N, it's a flannel. Just say flannel, why you gotta make it all fancy?” He walked out the back door and onto a wooden bridge that led to the marina the boat was docked at. He didn’t let the flannel thing go the whole way over, making you laugh loudly and shake your head. As you walked up the dock, you could see several people helping Sarah and Sam with their boat.

“This is all you guys?” You were amazed, you hadn’t seen togetherness like this since before Aunt Peggy died. “Wow.” You said mostly to yourself as Sam walked you up to the woman of the hour.

“Sarah, we’ve got another one. Sarah, Y/N. Y/N, Sarah.” You stuck your hand out for Sarah to shake, which she did kindly. “I’m going to work on getting some of the siding off the boat. Sarah, Y/N is all yours.” He darted off, leaving you with Sarah.

“What ya got for me, Sarah? I’m here to do whatever you need.” She began instructing you to help with cataloging everything that people were bringing. Whether it be rusty spare parts or a couple twenty dollar bills, Sarah wanted to know and she wanted a record of it. A truck pulled up next to the boat and Sam got out hugging the men that exited it.

“Tommy, Carlos, man, this is amazing.” They exchanged a few more words before one of them asked the inevitable question.

“How do we get it off the truck?” A loud scraping sound emitted as the pallet was taken from the truck bed. Bucky lifted the bundle of parts over his head effortlessly, dropping it on the ground. He turned to the group of three men staring at him.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed as you approached. Bucky hauled a gray and black case onto the truck bed, speaking to Sam about it. Suddenly, one of the pipe fittings went out of whack, causing a steady stream of air to escape on the boat. Sarah stopped in front of it on the dock.

“Sam!” She was holding her clipboard as she watched Sam try to stop the leak with a crescent wrench. Bucky walked up next to Sarah, saying hi before telling Sam he was doing it wrong.

“Men. They even mansplain to other men, can you believe that?” You said from beside Sarah while Bucky finished fixing the leak. You tilted your head to admire him, “But we love to watch them work, huh?” She laughed as you wiggled your eyebrows at her. Bucky and Sam turned back to you and Sarah and Bucky’s eyes widened when they landed on your figure. Sam walked toward the front of the boat as Bucky stopped to introduce himself to Sarah.

“Sarah--” His eyes flicked to yours, “Y/N.” Then he quickly followed behind Sam.

“Oh, what was that, Y/N?” Sarah teased, two can play at that game.

“I don’t know, what was your thing about, Sarah?” You said her name like Bucky did to mess with her. She shoved your shoulder away and pushed you back to work.

You had to admit, watching Bucky do domestic type things with his metal appendage did things to you. Just knowing that he was comfortable enough to be around Sam’s whole family with his arm fully on display, made you happy. The sun was beginning to go down, and you were sharing a beer with Sam and Bucky. Bucky hadn’t spoken to you directly since he got there and it was starting to irk you. You thought that you had something, but maybe not. Bucky rose from his position on the boat, clinking his bottle with Sam’s, claiming he needed to find a hotel room so he could catch his flight tomorrow.

“You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?” Sam joked.

“I just don’t wanna make it weird for your family.” But Bucky’s eyes caught yours as he spoke.

“Just stay here, man.” Sam began a rant about the people of the town, ending with, “Plus we already got one freeloader for the night, what’s one more, right?”

“Oh goodie! Are we going to braid each other’s hair and play Seven Minutes in Heaven, too?” you teased Sam, but Bucky stiffened.

“We can do whatever you want.” Sam said, then he pointed at Bucky, “Just don’t flirt with my sister. Cause if you do, I’ll have Carlos cut you up, feed you to the fish.” Bucky made a face at Sam before smiling again.

Later that night, after you had all eaten dinner and the kids had gone to bed, you contemplated what your next move was going to be. You were sitting in one of the patio couches outside, a blanket wrapped around your legs, watching the stars reflection in the water. Bucky walked out on the porch, a pair of sweats-- that he had to borrow from Sam because he didn’t pack anything-- slung low on his hips, his blue Henley stopping just before the waistband of his boxers.

His gaze met yours and he approached you as if you were a wild animal and you were going to run away if he made any sudden movements. Your legs had been sprawled across both cushions of the couch, so instead of letting you change positions, Bucky just lifted your legs and then rested them on his lap. His left hand was rubbing back and forth just above your ankle.

“Is there a reason you’ve been avoiding me, James?” He ignored your question all together, opting to ask his own.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You thought back to the first time that you ever saw him. Chained to a chair, hair hiding his face from nosy onlookers.

“Uh, yeah. You were being treated like an animal, caged in a glass box. Why?” His left hand never stopped its motion on your leg.

“When you first started staring at me, I was absolutely positive that it was out of fear. Then when I actually looked at you, you were curious.” You nodded your head, recalling the emotions.

“That was a stressful day.” You could sense that Bucky didn’t need your input to get to where he was going.

“Then, when we were in that stupid tiny blue car that Steve had crammed us into,” he paused to laugh at the memory, “I was sure in that moment, that I was never going to see you again.” His gaze hadn’t left his palms on your legs, refusing to meet your eyes. “And when I saw you in Madripoor, I was positive that it was just someone who looked a lot like you. It couldn’t have been you, I wasn’t that lucky.”

His left hand gripped your leg as he spoke, “But then you started talking and I would’ve known that voice anywhere. All I wanted was to be close to you.”

“Bucky, you almost broke my arm because I sucker punched Zemo.” He shushed you.

“All I wanted was to be close to you, but I’m also a violent person.” He brought his head up, locking his steel blue orbs with yours. “Then you kept talking and you were so smart. So beautiful.” His metal hand left your leg to cup your chin. “Every word out of your mouth mesmerized me, even when you were kind of insulting me.” His thumb stroked your jaw, traveling up to your bottom lip. “And God, the way you said my name.” Your nostrils flared and your brow raised.

“What? James?” You trapped your bottom lip in between your teeth, giving Bucky reason to pull it out with his metal thumb. Your tongue shot out to wet your lips out of habit and Bucky shot you a glare.

“Doll. What’re you doing to me?” He dropped his thumb back to your cheek as his eye flicked over your face. He brought his hands down to your waist, holding it tightly and pulling you closer to him. Your ass now rested against his right leg, and he transferred his grip to wrap around your blanket covered thighs. A squeal escaped your lips without your permission, making your face contort.

“When we were sitting at the bar in your gallery I wanted nothing more than to smother you with all my love and affection.” Your heart rate increased, you want that too. “I’m glad I wasn’t able to though.” Your stomach dropped, a feeling of rejection washing over you. You began to pull away from him, wanting to escape his touch. He gripped your legs tighter against his body, “At that time, I wasn’t what I should be for you. I’ll probably never be exactly what I should be for you, but I’m selfish enough right now that I don’t care anymore.” He twisted his upper body to face you.

“What are you talking about, James?” A visible shiver ran down his spine as you said his real name. He brought both his hands up to grip your face. The cool air added to the temperature difference of his hands.

“I’m talking about this.” It wasn’t a half a second later that his lips were on yours. It took you a second to respond, but you did with fervor. Your hands traveled to his neck to show him that you wanted this too. His fingers fanned out, cupping behind your ears to bring you impossibly closer to him. His tongue traced your bottom lip, seeking entrance which you denied playfully. He brought his thumbs to rest on your chin, applying pressure as he asked again. At this point, you didn’t care about the pardon, or Karli and the Flag Smashers, or Sharon and the Power Broker, or even Sam, Sarah and the boys. You could only focus on James’ lips that were molding so perfectly with your own. You eventually had to break apart, your fingertips coming to rest on James’ kiss swollen lips. You locked eyes with him again, his pupils blown wide, and the two of you laughed.

“Oh, that.” You traced his lips while holding his stare. “Is that why you haven’t been talking to me?” He nodded quickly, gaze drifting down to your lips again. He leaned forward wanting to steal another kiss, but you stopped him. “That’s not okay behavior, James. You can’t just not talk to me because you’re frustrated with yourself.” He hummed a noise of assent, kissing your fingertips on his lips. His palm came up to keep your fingers pressed to his lips as his eyes roamed your face. “What does this mean, James? You aren’t just going to get my hopes up and then walk away right?” He pulled back from you, a look of disappointment crossing his features.

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like that would be a possibility.” He took a deep breath, “After my time in Wakanda, after Shuri de-programmed me, I thought I finally had a group of people I could trust. Then, Ayo was able to remove my arm within the blink of an eye, but not the way that they had when they were tweaking it.” He rested his body against the back of the patio couch. “My therapist had been telling me that I needed to trust someone, and up until that point, I did. I thought I had people who fully trusted me as well.” He looked over at you, silent tears racing down his cheeks. “This clearly isn’t a good excuse, but I felt like you wouldn’t have trusted me either.” Your hands came up to his face, wiping away his tears.

“James, I’ve known of you for years before I met you. Remember how Sharon said I did that report on you in high school?” He nodded as much as your hold on his face would allow him to. “Well, that’s when I first fell in love with the idea of you.” His eyes widened as you continued speaking. “Then, I was lucky enough to meet you and it felt like everything fell into place. After Sharon and I ran off to Madripoor, I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you again, and I was okay with that because maybe you were better left as an idea.” You laughed as you looked down at your lap, dropping your hands from his face. “Then I got dusted during the Blip, which is a whole other thing and then Sharon said that you were in Madripoor.” You shook your head then faced him, eyes locking with his red rimmed pair.

“I would love to fall in love with you. And right now, I want nothing more than to let the trust we have for each other grow into something more.” A wide smile spread across his face and he bared his teeth at you, scrunching his face at the nose.

“I want that too.” He leaned forward slapping a sloppy kiss onto your lips, which you returned with equal intensity. When Bucky pulled back from you to catch his breath, he left his forehead resting against your own. Your breaths synchronized and he patted his hand twice on your outer thigh, signalling you that he was going to get up. “We better get some sleep.” He stood in front of you, offering you his hand. You smiled as you entwined your fingers with his metal ones.

Luckily, Cas and AJ were kind enough to share a room tonight so you could sleep in the other. Bucky’s hand never left your side as he walked you up the stairs. Once you had reached the closed door, he wrapped his arm around you, twisting your body to face him, back pressed against the cold wood of the door. He pushed his whole body forward, molding your bodies together as his hands hooked into the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“I’m glad that we talked, Y/N.” He pecked your lips, pulling back afterwards to stare at your face.

“I’m glad we did too, but what are you doing?” A nervous laugh left your lips and Bucky’s eyes followed the movement.

“You’re just so pretty.” He leaned forward kissing your cheeks, “I’m happy,” A kiss to your chin. “that I’ll be able to,” one to your nose, “call you my doll soon.” His lips lingering on your forehead before bringing his chin up to the top of your head, pulling you into him for a hug. You brought your arms up to wrap around his waist, your face pressed into the spot where his neck and collarbone met.

“Am I not already your doll?” Your question was muffled against his skin, but he heard you.

“Not until I specifically ask you. You can be mine without being my doll, but I want to wine and dine you before I feast.” Your brows raised again and your lips rolled inwards.

“Before you feast?” You were holding back a laugh, so Bucky pulled back, his hands gripping your shoulders, face serious.

“Feast.” He reached behind you opening the door. He gave you a quick smooch before pushing you into the empty room, alone with your thoughts. You had a harder time falling asleep that night. Bucky, on the other hand, had no problem, sleeping like a rock with a smug smile on his face.

You woke up to the sound of eggshells being cracked and forks hitting the sides of ceramic plates. Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, you saw Sarah working over the stove while Cas was scrambling eggs. Sarah heard you coming down, ever the always aware mother.

“Hey, hope you’re hungry, ‘cause you aren’t leaving this kitchen without eating somethin’.” She watched as you peered into the living room, searching for Bucky’s imposing figure. “I think he’s down at the dock with Sam. They left real early this morning and girl, I swear to God if they’re messin’ with that water pump, I’m going to strangle the both of them.” You laughed, taking the plate of scrambled eggs that AJ was holding out to you.

“Did you tell them that the water pump wasn’t the issue?” She nodded as she stirred the eggs in her pan. “Then you know that they are, Sarah.” The two of you shared a laugh as Cas and AJ sat down to eat, as well.

“Y’all better hurry up before you’re late for the bus.” The boys quickly shoved their remaining food into their mouths, rushing out the door after kissing their mother goodbye.

“How do you do it?” Sarah’s head tilted, wondering what you were referring to. “Being a single mother and managing a business? Does it all get to be too much sometimes?” She could tell you were genuinely curious, so she sighed.

“It’s definitely challenging at times, but thankfully I have a good enough relationship with AJ and Cas that we’re able to get through pretty much anything. After we lost their Dad, I was all alone and scared. I’m still scared a lot of the time, scared that I’m going to mess them up, you know?” She paused a second to recollect her thoughts. “It’s just by chance that we live in this amazing community that helped me whenever I needed a little bit of assistance.” The conversation between the two of you fizzled after that, perhaps it was too heavy a topic for breakfast to handle. You followed her to meet a group of people at the marina, but the journey there wasn’t silent.

“So, I have a question, but you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to. Although I feel like if you don’t answer it, you’re kind of answering it.” You encouraged her to ask whatever she wanted to. “You and Bucky are a thing, right?” You coughed, unsure of how to answer. “That’s all the confirmation I needed.” Sarah smiled at you as your mouth struggled to form words.

“We are, but we aren’t?” Sarah gave you a look making you roll your eyes. “I don’t know he said that he was excited to see where this was going and then we kissed, so yes?”

“Oh, he looks like a good kisser.”

“Right? Just like he’s got the bone structure and lip plumpness ratio down to a T.” There was a brief moment of silence before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter. The walk down the marina dock wasn’t a long one, so you were able to see Sam and Bucky hunched over a pile of scattered parts.

“Uh-huh. No. No.” Sarah’s head began shaking as Sam was arguing with Bucky, who wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead, his eyes were roaming your figure, lingering on your face. His eyes darted to Sam before he greeted the two of you with a wave of his hand.

“I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.” Bucky teasingly berated, taking Sarah’s side.

“You’re in just as much trouble, you by-stander.” Your voice lilted into a playful tone as Bucky made a shocked face at you.

“In our defense, we were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

“I don’t come up to the sky to tell you how to barrel roll, so don’t come down here and mess around with things you don’t understand.” Your fist came up to your mouth.

“Oh, that’s a-burn, Bird Brain.” You pointed a finger at Sam, clutching your stomach with your other hand as Sarah swatted the two boys away. Bucky stopped next to you, wrapping his metal arm around the front of your body, delivering a soft kiss to your temple. He left with Sam, arguing the whole way to the house while you stayed with Sarah, reassembling the water pump.

By the time you had gotten back to the Wilson house, Bucky was hauling his backpack strap onto his shoulder. You slowed your approach, holding your open palms in front of you, confused as to what Bucky was doing.

“Where are you going?” He turned to face you, a smile spreading over his face. His metal arm wrapped around your waist again, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m heading to New York, I’ve got some stuff to wrap up there. I want you to come with me.” You were taken aback, what about Karli and the GRC?

“We haven’t finished this whole thing with the Flag Smashers, or Walker. Bucky, we can’t just walk away from our responsibilities.” Bucky’s hands clasped around your shoulders.

“We aren’t, Y/N, I promise. Sam has Torres doing something with some signal do-dads and he’s going to call us the second he gets a lead.” He spoke calmly and you thought it over. At least he wasn’t trying to run away again, he was accepting that he had a real role in this. You could feel a shift coming, you weren’t quite sure what it meant, but you were hoping it was a good one.

“Okay, let’s go to New York.”

The two of you hadn’t even been in New York maybe twenty minutes when Sam texted Bucky that he had a line on where Karli was. Supposedly she was heading a takeover of the GRC meeting in Lower Manhattan. If being in New York as a wanted person was nerve wracking enough, now you were going to be surrounded by hundreds of government officials and some of New York’s finest. Bucky was on the phone with Sam, talking through the plan when your phone buzzed. Pulling the device out of your pocket, you saw Sharon’s name pop up.

“Heard you were having a bit of trouble with Karli again. Don’t worry, help is on the way, dear.” Your eyes rolled, still not over your argument before.

“You don’t need to be here for this Sharon.” You paused for a second, your left hand resting on your hip. “How did you even hear about this? Sam just now called Bucky, and I guarantee that he didn’t call you first.” Sharon chuckled on her end of the phone.

“You underestimate my reach, Y/N. I’ll meet you outside the building.” Your jaw clenched.

“Sharon, you said you didn’t want to help. What the hell changed that you’re so willing to put yourself in the middle of all this shit?” She was silent on her end.

“I figured you would want me there.” Well, shit what the fuck were you supposed to say to that?

“Lower Manhattan, keep quiet.” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. You hated not talking to her, and being mad at her was next to impossible. This was your way of saying ‘I forgive you,’ and you knew she would understand. Bucky didn’t say anything as he watched you push your phone into the pockets of your jeans. He could tell something was off, but he could also see that you definitely didn’t want to talk about it right now. Instead he jerked his head for you to follow him, leading you through the streets of Manhattan.

The two of you could see the red lights illuminating the streets, letting you know that you were here. Bucky turned to you, holding his hand out to you, a single earpiece laying in the middle of his palm. As you took it, his hand drifted to your jaw, lifting it to face him. He placed a sweet kiss to your lips before nodding for you to stay behind him. You pulled the brim down on the hat you wore as you stuck to Bucky like glue. He led you through the barricade, one of the soldiers addressing him accordingly.

“Sergeant Barnes.” You made a face beneath your cap, holding back a laugh as Bucky came to a stop in front of you.

“Oh, Sergeant Barnes.” Bucky looked at you over his shoulder as his skin twitched. Your eyes widened. “Does that turn you on, James?” He wasn’t able to answer because of an interruption by Sam’s voice in your ears.

“By the way, I called in some backup.” An agent approached the two of you while Sam kept speaking. “Also, please remember that I can hear everything you say, Y/N. And I don’t need to know what makes the Tin Man tick.” You laughed at Sam’s statement as a twinge of pink ran up the back of Bucky’s neck.

“Excuse me, sir. Are you supposed to be here?” The agent’s hand came up to his hairline. A click sounded as the agent’s face began to glitch. “It’s me.”

“Sharon, what the hell are you doing here?” Sharon pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“Why didn’t you say that to her? The same people who want me in the Raft, want her there too. Or did you forget that?”

“Do I hear Sharon?” Sam asked as he listened in on your conversation.

“Unfortunately.” Bucky grumbled back.

“Hey Sam. I thought I’d get the band back together.” She threw a wink at you as she stepped closer to Bucky. Sam said something else to her, but you had zoned out to watch Sharon. “I hear pardons aren’t all they’re cracked up to be anyway.”

“Depends on the therapist.” Bucky said as he backed away from Sharon and closer to you.

“They’re going to move on the building soon. Be ready.” Sam brought you all back to the task at hand, switching into Captain mode. Bucky nodded to you and Sharon.

“Go with her.” You made a face at him, about to protest when he cut you off. “I don’t care. Stick with her, Y/N. Don’t get arrested though. We’ve got a date.” He wrapped his arm around the front of your waist, like he did at the Wilson house. He pressed a kiss to your temple, staying a little longer than necessary and giving your hip a squeeze before he released you. You heard glass break above your head as Sam crashed through one of the windows upstairs.

“You guys are going to have to do something. Don’t let ‘em out of the building.” You walked behind Bucky to enter the building, the metal detector going off for both you and Sharon. You shared a look with the woman.

“Oops.” Bucky pointed at a guard in tactical gear while he stepped forward.

“He’s one of them. I’ll get the evac.” He left before you could stop him, leaving you and Sharon to deal with the man he pointed at. The both of you followed him to the parking garage, where he was standing post next to two black armored vehicles. The two of you were waiting behind a pillar as you debated what to do.

“We need to stop him.”

“If we take him down now, they’re going to be suspicious and we are going to get arrested. Cool your jets, Y/N.” Your nostrils flared at her tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why didn’t you tell Sam you were already coming?”

“What?” Sharon seemed startled by the question as if you didn’t catch the slip Sam said earlier.

“Sam said that he called in backup. I’m assuming he meant you because we’re the only four people he knows. So why didn’t you tell him you were already coming, or already here or whatever?”

“I didn’t think it was important.” She said dismissively, you could tell she wanted you to drop the subject, but you wanted the truth. Throwing a glance up to the guard, you saw him helping the GRC officials into the vans.

“Damn it Bucky, you had one job.” Bucky ran past you, grumbling a response as he loaded his weight onto a motorbike.

“We aren’t done with this, Sharon.” You pointed at her before she walked away from you. You watched as she ran into the guard then apologized profusely to him. When you caught up to her, she clicked a button in her hand, releasing a noxious gas in the guard’s face. You saw his skin being bubbling and sizzling.

“How’d you do that?” Your eyes hadn’t left the man in the car.

“Mercury vapor, amongst other things.” The two of you continued walking out of the garage, a helicopter started taking off from the helipad on the top of the building.

“Sam, that chopper’s about to take off.”

“Bucky!”

“I don’t fly, man. That’s your thing.” Sam groaned in the earpiece and then you saw him shoot out the window again, chasing after the helicopter. You walked alongside Sharon, following Bucky’s path after the NYPD vans. You got to the barricade just in time to see Scruff holding one of the cars back from falling off a ledge. You were too far away to be able to get to him in time to help, though. You stood next to Sharon as he was ripped away from the back of the car. Your heart dropped as your gaze went to Bucky, who was standing directly underneath the car that was about to crush him.

The crowd around you was holding their phones in front of their faces, at an angle that all they could see was the back of the NYPD van full of GRC officials screaming for help. As the car slipped farther and farther down the platform, your stomach churned more and more. Suddenly, the car stopped, hovering over the opening in the ground. You could make out Sam’s new wings on either side of the car. He pushed forward, lifting the car back to a safe position and then moving away, allowing the crowd to see him fully. The star on his suit glinted proudly as he stood still for a second. The crowd erupted in cheers for the savior. A man to your left cheered for ‘Black Falcon,’ but the man beside him corrected him before you had the chance to.

“No. That’s Captain America.” Red Wing left Sam’s suit to undo the locking mechanism on the back of the van and the GRC officials evacuated the vehicle quickly. Sam turned in the air, removing his shield from his back and throwing it at the Flag Smashers below, knocking them off their feet. At some point, you began moving toward the edge of the platform, ready to help and away from Sharon.

An explosion went off to your right, causing you to search for the source. Puffs of smoke were being thrown in the pit where Sam and Bucky stood and you could see Karli getting away in the confusion. Bucky’s voice rang through your ear.

“Hey. We’re underground. We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.” You searched for Sharon so you could join up again, but you couldn’t find her. You could hear Sam telling Bucky that the Smashers had split up, and you knew that Bucky would’ve gone with Scruff to keep an eye on him, the unstable bastard. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sharon crouched behind a stack of pallets, and your brows furrowed. She began whistling and then you heard Karli’s voice.

“Dovich? Is that you?” Sharon emerged from behind the stack, holding her gun in front of her.

“I’m disappointed in you.” Karli brought her gun up as well, speaking to Sharon as an old friend.

“That’s what I was gonna say.” Sharon brought her hands up in surrender, and your head tilted, what the fuck is going on? “You know, when you first came to Madripoor, you reminded me of a young me. I took you in, gave you an opportunity, and you betrayed me.” Oh hell no.

“Because you wanted to control a world that hurt you.” Karli lowered her gun but all her senses remained in overdrive. “But I wanted to change it. I’m not interested in power or an empire. I have bigger dreams.” Sharon scoffed, looking around, her eyes darting over where you were hidden behind a stack of boxes. Could it really be? Was Sharon really the person that you thought you knew?

“What, like this?” She stepped closer to Karli. “Come back and work for me again. All of you. We can make a difference together.” Sharon was trying really hard to convince Karli, but she wasn’t having it.

“You just want me because you need your muscle back. Without us Super Soldiers, how much power does the Power Broker really have?” Motherfucker. You zoned out a bit, trying to decide what to do. A male voice began speaking in French causing you to refocus.

“Four times, or--” You could see Batroc’s gun pointed at Karli and Sharon’s face was indifferent.

“I don’t do blackmail.” Sharon gripped her gun tighter, raising it quickly to shoot Batroc. Karli panicked and shot Sharon in the process. The gunshots were loud enough to give Sam an idea of where you were all located. You came out from your position, gun gripped in your hand as you stood closer to Sharon. Maybe you could salvage this situation before Sam got here.

“Karli, calm down.” You kept a tight hold on your pistol as you talked. “Look, I get it. You’re scared, but I’m going to need you to put the gun down.”

“I’ll put mine down when you do.” You could hear a slight shake in her voice. You tilted your head at her apologetically.

“You know I can’t do that.” You cast a glance at Sharon who was clutching her stomach, attempting to stop the blood flow. Karli gulped as she raised her gun again.

“Well, I can’t have any loose ends now, can I? You taught me that, Power Broker.” She sneered at a groaning Sharon. A blinding pain began radiating from your shoulder and your hand immediately when to the area. The force of the bullet knocked you off your feet, slamming your head into the ground.

“Shit, what the fuck Karli!” You could make out Sam’s figure coming up from behind Karli. You saw him process Karli standing over one dead body and two injured ones. The wheels began turning and he started speaking.

“So, what’s next, huh? You kill ten this time, then, what, a hundred? Where does it end?” He stepped closer to an agitated Karli. “Please, let me help you.” He kept his voice calm.

“Don’t try and manipulate me.” Karli approached Sam ready to attack. Their fight continued as she pushed Sam backwards.

“I’m not gonna fight you!” She knocked Sam down to the ground, with the swing of a metal bar.

“Stay down!” She shouted at him. You pushed yourself to your knees, adrenaline pumping allowing you to get to Sharon to help hold pressure on her stomach. You watched from over Sharon as Sam rose to his feet, holding his body in a fighting stance.

“I can do this all day.” She launched herself at Sam, throwing his body back into a bunch of cinder blocks. Sam held his shield in front of him, protecting from her punches.

“Fight back!” She shouted as she delivered blow after blow. Sam ducked low, grabbing onto her torso, using his thrusters to send the both of them flying. Karli used the momentum to push off the ground, to bring Sam up to the ceiling. You sat back on your knees, worry lacing your features.

Sam held one of her hands to his chest as she continued throwing the other into his shield. She gripped the top edge of the shield, using it to gain leverage. She pulled her hand away from his chest, tossing his body forward. The shield slipped from Sam’s arm and he laid on the ground, recovering from her attacks. Karli leant down to pick up her gun and you pushed yourself to your feet, ready to tackle her.

She raised her gun, aiming it at a now shieldless Sam. Karli hesitated, staring at Sam before committing to her cause, ready to kill Captain America. You were steadily creeping forward as she debated, but you could see the moment she decided to pull the trigger. Just before she could, a gunshot sounded from behind you. A gasp left your lips as Sam ran to hold Karli.

Your head whipped around to see Sharon leaning against the stack behind her, gun still smoking. Sharon shook her head at you as she holstered her weapon. Sam lifted Karli into his arms and carried her away from the both of you. You stood a good three feet away from Sharon, hand on your gun in the waistband of your jeans.

“When were you going to tell me that you’re the Power Broker.”

“What the hell are you on about now, Y/N.” Your brows raised and your mouth opened in shock.

“I was fucking here when Karli was talking to you, dumbass. Is that why you shot her? ‘Can’t have any loose ends,’ she said you taught her that, Sharon. What the fuck?” Sharon laughed at you.

“You’re imagining things, Y/N.” She rose to her feet and began walking away from you.

“Sharon, don’t fuck with me right now. How long have you been the fucking Power Broker?” You followed her up the tunnel and out to where you could see Sam lecturing a Senator. Sneaking around to a medical bag, you grabbed two pieces of gauze.

“I’m not the Power Broker.” Sharon rolled her eyes at you, leaning against a car behind the ambulances. You were about to say something else when you saw Bucky and Sam approach the two of you. They took in the two of you, an angry look on your face and an annoyed one on hers.

“You’re blocking my light.” Sharon bit out to Sam.

“We got to get you to a hospital.” Sam told Sharon as Bucky walked up to you, pulling your gauze away from your shoulder, checking your bullet wound.

“It’s through and through and you know they aren’t going to listen to you.”

“It’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me all week.” Your eyes glared at Sharon as you spoke. How long has she been doing this behind your back? Someone called for Sam’s attention.

“I think he’s talking to you.” Sharon said, turning away from the newcomer’s view. “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended down there.” Your jaw clenched but you remained silent. “For what it’s worth, the suit looks good on you.” She played a good victim, that’s for sure.

“Alright, can we get out of here, please?” Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you away from the ambulances and news cameras.

“I didn’t forget my promise either, guys.” Sam nodded at the two of you before turning to do his Cap duties. Bucky remained silent beside you, content with just being in your presence again.

He led you to his apartment, bringing you to the bathroom where he pulled out a first aid kit. He placed it on the countertop, placing his hands on your hips and lifting you onto the granite.

“You’re gonna need to take your shirt off.” He flipped the top of the kit open, searching for what he needed.

“Trying to get me naked already? At least take me to dinner first, Sergeant.” You winked as you peeled your shirt off. Bucky glared at you then quickly looked at your shoulder.

“This is going to hurt, just so you know.” He didn’t give you time to say anything else before starting to clean the hole in your shoulder. You hissed as stings radiated from the wound, cursing under your breath as he blew on it. “Alright, here we go.” Bucky began stitching, returning your body to its former glory in his eyes. “How’d you managed to get shot?”

“I was attempting to get Karli to drop her gun.” You debated on telling Bucky what you learned about Sharon. “Who do you think the Power Broker is?” You asked gauging his reaction. His attention never wavered from his task. He soon finished with the front side of your shoulder, backing away and telling you to face the mirror. Bucky leaned forward, his hips pressing against your ass as he set to work on the exit wound.

“I have my theories. What about you?” You looked at the granite below, tracing the different lines, not answering for a few minutes.

“Mm, not really.” Was it naive to keep the knowledge to yourself? Probably, but this way you could deal with Sharon on your own and not have to involve Captain America.

“Y/N. You lived there for years, you’re telling me that you never encountered the Power Broker? Never worked for him before, procuring a particular art piece?” You shook your head as you felt him start to wrap your shoulder.

“No, I made sure that all my dealings were as clean as the illegal art trade could be.” Bucky nodded, closing the first aid kit and placing it back under the sink. He walked out of the bathroom and into his kitchen, pulling out a bottle of Advil. He shook two tablets into his metal hand and gave them to you along with a water bottle from the fridge.

“Take these and then go lay down. You need to sleep so your body can heal.” You could tell something was bothering him. You reached out to grasp his metal wrist.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Hmm?”

“Nothing. I’ve just got something to do.” You nodded.

“Do you want me to come with you?” His head shook back and forth in denial.

“No, I need to do this alone. I’ll be back soon. Whenever I get back you better be asleep in that bed.” He pointed at the door to his room. He walked up next to you, wrapping his arm around the front of your waist and giving you a kiss on your temple. “I’ll be back, doll. I’ve just got a few things to wrap up.”

He left soon after, leaving you alone in his barren apartment. It was easy to see that he hadn’t made it his home. Probably feeling like he had no reason to, no ties to anyone here. Makes it easier when you have to bug out in a pinch. You walked into his room, searching for a shirt to wear to bed. Finding one of his shirts hanging in his closet, you pulled it over your head after removing your bra. You took off your jeans, trading them for your sleep shorts from your bag.

You climbed into his bed, waiting for his scent to envelope you, but it never came. Has he ever actually slept in this bed? So you laid there, unable to fall asleep, too many thoughts swirling in your brain. How long has Sharon been the Power Broker? Did it start when you first got to Madripoor? Or was it after you were dusted and she was there alone for five years? None of this changed the fact that she needed to be stopped. The amount of influence she had was too great. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand next to the bed, so you rolled over to pick it up.

Court hearing with the Senators tomorrow at 8 A.M. for you. -Sam

You thought about the possibility of being welcome back into your own country and not being treated like a criminal. Thought of the possibility of going to work for the government again. Of working with Bucky and Sam. Of being with Bucky without having to look over your shoulder all the time, and it made you smile. Your phone buzzing brought you out of your trance.

Also, you and Bucky need to come to my house tomorrow. Sarah’s throwing a party, they got the boat finished so we’re celebrating.

That made your smile grow, you were happy for the first time in a long time. The lock of the front door clicked and you jumped out of the bed, grabbing your knife, ready for an attack. You waited behind the door to Bucky’s bedroom, then swung it open. Your hand came up to the intruder's throat and your mind switched out of attack dog mode when you saw Bucky’s raised brow.

“Is there a reason for this?” His eyes were red and he had tear stains on his cheeks. You flipped your knife back down and placed it on top of your jeans.

“Sorry. Are you okay, James?” He shook his head and you opened your arms to him. He walked into your embrace, before exhaling harshly into your uninjured shoulder.

“No, but I will be.” He backed away for a second, taking in your form. “Didn’t I tell you that you were supposed to be asleep when I got back? Also, is that my shirt?”

“Yes, you did and yes, it is. Do you have an issue with that, Sergeant?” He quickly shook his head back and forth, leaning down to pick you up by your thighs and tossing you onto his bed.

“Not at all, doll. You look better in it than I do.” He smiled at you as he stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed with you. Bucky tossed his arm over your waist, pulling your body into his. He sighed contentedly, basking in the way you smelled.

“Sam got me a hearing for a pardon.”

“Oh yeah? When’s that?” Bucky’s voice was muffled because he had buried his face in your neck, peppering small pecks there.

“Tomorrow morning at nine. Are you going to come?” Bucky thought on it for a moment, before shaking his head.

“I have one more thing to take care of.” You nodded.

“They got the boat fixed and Sarah invited us to the party. Sam says we have to go, it’s tomorrow too. I don’t actually know what time though he didn’t say.”

“Alright, I’ll pick something up to bring after I finish my thing.” You turned to face him, a smirk plastered on your face.

“So, Sergeant does it for you?” You giggled as he groaned and removed his arm from your waist. His hand came up to run through his hair, scratching his head

“Are we doing this right now, Y/N?” You released a cackle of a laugh, nodding in response. “Oh that’s how you’re gonna play this?” He attacked your sides, beginning to tickle you causing you to react accordingly. Somehow, he managed to end up on top of you, in between your thighs. He stopped suddenly to watch as you writhed and giggled.

“What?” You started getting self-conscious, afraid that there was something on your face. Your hands came up to hide your face from him, but Bucky wasn’t having it. He took your hands away from your face by trapping your wrists beside your head. “What? Why are you doing that?” You questioned, only halfway serious.

“You’re just so pretty.” He leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss that soon turned into something else. His hands traveled back down to your sides, resting on the bare skin showing from your shirt having ridden up. The temperature difference shocked you enough to make you gasp, giving Bucky the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, escalating the situation.

Your hands came up to the back of his head, holding him in the kiss, guaranteeing that he wasn’t going anywhere. They made their way down his body to rest on his shirtless back. He pushed forward with his hips, the fabric separating the two of you becoming increasingly annoying. Bucky pulled back slightly, nudging you to open your eyes. There was a silent interaction between the two of you in that moment, neither of you was ready for anything intense, so the momentum slowed, but the energy level remained.

Bucky’s hands never left your body that night. Exploring and memorizing every ridge, every stretch mark, every piece of you that made you, you. You drifted your fingers over the scarred skin next to his arm, tiny feather touches that made him hum. Falling asleep in his arms was the easiest thing you ever had to do. And for Bucky, being able to hold you as you flutter asleep was beautiful. He watched as your face relaxed and all the tension left your body, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace. Bucky didn’t like to admit it, but he was a touch starved human being. All those years in and out of cryo and isolation gave his body plenty of reason to crave genuine human touch. And to have a human as charming and annoying as you was a dream come true, his doll.

You woke up before Bucky the next morning. You looked over at his face, tranquility lacing his features, unburdened with no glorious purposes. He was just your James. The two of you had separated sometime during the night, so you scooted closer to his frame. His metal arm is thrown across the pillow behind your head, giving you perfect access to his neck and chest. You glanced at the clock across the room, the hands telling you that it was seven thirty in the morning. If you wake him now, you could have at least thirty-five minutes of bliss, plus some heavy petting if you both were feeling cheeky.

You leaned forward towards his neck, placing tiny kisses from the base of his ear to the puckered skin of his shoulder. You were so focused on your task that you didn’t recognize the change in his breathing pattern.

“Good morning, doll.” If you could melt into the mattress, that would’ve done it. His fucking rasp grated you into a fine powder of a human. You hummed at him, not stopping your kisses, instead climbing up to his jaw and then to his lips. He turned his head and playfully laughed. “Nuh-uh, we’ve got morning breath, ya nasty.” You groaned, retreating from his figure completely.

“Fine, we will brush our teeth together and then come right back to this bed and you will love me, damn it.” Bucky laughed at you as you drug yourself into his bathroom. This was the type of bliss you wanted, and you only wanted to share it with a particular metal armed super soldier. It didn’t take long to brush your teeth, and you pushed on Bucky’s back to get him into the bed quicker. When he did get back into the bed, he was grumbling.

“I don’t know why we’re getting back in bed, we’re already up now.” He smiled as you glared at him. Bucky’s back was leaned against his headboard, so you swung your leg over his thighs, straddling his lower half. His hands rested on your waist as you brought yours up to the sides of his face.

“You frustrate me.” You said with a loving smile and tone before pecking his lips softly as he laughed. “What time do you have to leave for your thing?” You played with the strings of your sleep shorts as he answered you.

“Around eight-thirty, it takes me about thirty minutes to get there and it doesn’t open until nine.”

“I’m gonna be leaving around then, too. What do you wear when you’re going in front of senators to be pardoned for stealing a metal frisbee?” Bucky huffed a laugh, pulling you closer to him wrapping his arms around your back. “I’m thinking a crop top that says “Fuck You,” would that be too obvious?”

“Yeah, that one might be a little on the nose.” Bucky checked your shoulder as he spoke. “Your shoulder looks good, no infection, thanks to me.” He plastered a wide smile on his face afterwards. “Do you know what time Sharon’s hearing is?” You stiffened slightly at the mention of Sharon.

“Uh, no. Sam just told me my time and I haven’t talked to Sharon.” Bucky’s head tilted.

“Everything okay on that front?”

“Not really?” You went back and forth on what to tell him. You didn’t want to give him the extra burden of knowing what Sharon was. “We had a fight a few days ago and neither one of us has cooled off about it, so that’s a bit rocky.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, so Bucky just held you tighter. “Okay, you don’t have to.” He held you for a few more minutes, before backing away. “Alright we need to get ready.” You groaned, slackening your body, making everything about you dead weight.

“No. I don’t wanna.” You sounded like a child.

“You sound like a child.” Oh you whore, get out of my head, butt munch. Bucky said, pushing your body off his. He walked to his closet as you laid spread out like a starfish on his bed. Bucky had already picked out a shirt and put on pants whenever he walked back in and you were still laid on his bed.

“You’re gonna be late.” He leaned over your head, appearing to you upside down. His arms were resting on either side of your face, dropping down he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You’ve got to get up, Y/N.” He went to the other end of the bed, where your feet dangled off the edge. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you, you slid off the bed, taking the comforter with you. “Oh my god, this is pitiful, Y/N. You’re a grown woman!” Bucky shouted at you as he left the room.

The two of you parted ways after you got dressed, but not before Bucky wrapped his arm around the front of your waist and placed a kiss on your temple. You wondered why he did that so much, but you weren’t going to argue with the attention because you loved it. You walked up to the extravagant building that was bustling with people. Everything was white, you always wondered why that was. White represented innocence and America was anything but innocence. You ended up wearing your casual clothes for two reasons. One, you were being pardoned, why couldn’t you be comfortable for that? And two, you had somewhere to go after this and that was just as important as this court meeting to you. Walking into the courtroom, you took in all the faces in the seats. Your name was called immediately, so you approached the podium.

“Ms. Y/L/N, on behalf of the United States Intelligence Community, I’d like to offer you and your family our sincerest apologies.” You wanted to scoff, but you bit your tongue. “You’ve always been an incredible asset to our country. Today, we begin to set things right. We begin to repay some of the debt that is owed to you.” You bowed your head.

“Thank you, Senator. It’s been a long time coming.” You could see the Senator’s jaw clench, not used to being brushed off.

“And we’d like to offer you a full pardon. There might be an opening in your old division. Is that something that you’d be interested in?”

“Actually, Senator. I would like to thank you for that opportunity, but no. I’ll be working with Captain America.” The man’s whole body seemed to twitch.

“You aren’t authorized to make that kind of decision, Ms. Y/L/N.” This time you did scoff.

“Yeah, okay. Well thanks for the pardon.” You tapped the podium twice, leaning to walk away. “This has been great, I really feel like we’ve both said our peace. See ya later, Senator.” You walked out as you heard him calling your name. You pulled your phone out, dialing Bucky’s number.

“Hey doll! How’d court go?” You started walking to where you and Bucky had planned to meet after you got done with your respective tasks.

“Oh great! I’m working with Cap now.” You could almost see Bucky’s face.

“Wow, how’d you manage that?” You smirked.

“I can be very persuasive when I want to be, James.”

“Oh is that so, Y/N?” You could hear his smirk as he spoke. “Maybe you’ll have to be persuasive with me one day.” You laughed.

“James, I don’t have to be persuasive with you.” You caught sight of Bucky walking down the street with a store-bought cake in his hand. You held up your pinky finger wiggling it for emphasis, “I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

By the time you got to the marina that docked Paul & Darlene, you were buzzing with excitement. Bucky was giggling at your antics, you were practically bouncing in the passenger seat. As soon as Bucky got out of the car, Cas and AJ latched onto him. He went along with them, playing as if he was going to slam the cake into their faces. You walked past Bucky, hugging everyone who greeted you. Once you reached Sarah, you sat down on the picnic table for a second before taking off again. You stood to the side as you watched Sam take picture after picture with pretty much everyone from town.

Bucky stood next to you, chuckling about everyone’s reaction to Cap being from their hometown. One woman almost knocked Sam flat on his ass when she hugged him, a huge smile stretched over her face. You went back to the table Sarah was at, taking a seat next to her. Suddenly Bucky climbed on top of the table, holding his vibranium arm out with two children dangling off it. He was talking animatedly with his other as he told a story about Sam. You had zoned out just staring at him with the kids.

“You know, this could be you.” Sarah said as she leaned next to your ear.

“What could be?” You made a face at her.

“The kids, the community.” She looked over at Bucky, “That hunk of a man over there.” You slapped her shoulder softly before humming.

“I’ve thought about it, but that’s a two person decision and I don’t think either of us are at a point in our lives to raise another tiny human.” Sarah nodded, her features disbelieving.

“Just don’t let that one get away.” Her finger was pointed at Bucky who was playing with the kids at the edge of the dock. Bucky must’ve felt your gaze on him because he looked up, removing his dark sunglasses to lock eyes with you.

“Oh I don’t plan on it.” You smiled at her. You joined Bucky and Sam as they stood in front of Paul & Darlene, taking in the sunset reflecting on the water. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. You definitely don’t plan on it, you thought to yourself as you leaned into his embrace.

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The waitress came by to get their orders. She was perky, with one of those can-do-attitude smiles that looked fake and her brown hair tied back into a ponytail that swung when she walked with a spring in the balls of her feet. The moment she laid eyes on Cas and Dean saw that spark of interest, he elected to dislike her immensely.

“Can I get drinks for y’all?” She asked in a Tennessee accent, not even taking her stark gray eyes off Cas. Dean felt his fingers twitch from where they rested on the tabletop.

“Water is fine for me.” Sam said.

“What about you, handsome?”

It seemed to take Cas a second for him to realize the waitress was talking to him. Dean saw him blink in slight surprise at the nickname before squinting at the menu again.

“I’ll, uh, try your hard cider.” He decided.

“Good choice. Woulda guessed it for ya, too.” She smiled even wider, winking. Dean felt his eyebrows dip into a scowl. She didn’t look away from Cas, and the latter just squinted at her in confusion.

“I’ll take a beer. Cheapest you got.” Dean said loudly, sitting up a little straighter to block the waitress’ view of Cas. She blinked, looking a little miffed, but jotted down his order and bounced away.

Dean decided to hate how she walked.

“Waitress’ got a thing for you, Cas.” Sam chuckled, looking at the steak menu even though Dean knew he’s be getting a salad.

“How could she have an object for me if I do not know her? Did I drop something?” Cas asked, and Dean wanted to either smack his forehead on the tabletop or laugh. But he was still annoyed, so he just rolled his eyes instead. Sam laughed.

“I mean she likes you.” He explained. “Interested, y’know?”

“Ah.” Cas said, and then didn’t say anything else. He just ducked behind his menu. Dean caught Sam’s eye, who grinned and shook his head in amusement. Surely Cas didn’t have a thing for the waitress too? He could only hope his best friend had better taste than Miss. Pep In My Step.

When the waitress came back with their drinks, Dean noticed Cas’ was topped off with an apple slice.

“Figure out what grub y’all want?” She asked brightly. Her voice annoyed him. Sam ordered a salad (figures) and Dean ordered the diner’s classic hamburger and cheese fries.

“And you, handsome?”

Dean’s hand twitched again from where it rested on his thigh, and his pinkie brushed against the soft denim of Cas’ jeans. A jolt of electricity ran up his arm, and he nearly twitched again. The twitch almost turned into a full-on jump when he felt Cas shift his thigh until it was pressed right up against his, trapping his pinkie between both pairs of denim. Cas had moved to turn and face the waitress fully while he spoke, leaving Dean helplessly torn between tearing his pinkie away from Cas’ warmth and not wanting to in case the contact was an accident and moving would draw attention. He barely heard what Cas ordered, a loud ringing filling his head and erasing all other thoughts.

“Coming right up, sugar.” The waitress chirped, and Dean felt his menu—which had been clutched in his free hand—get tugged out of his grip. Startled, he jerked back to life in time to see Cas tuck their menus back into the rack, which thankfully gave him an excuse to wrench his pinkie from where it was trapped.

It took him a solid minute to realize that Cas had no intention of moving his leg. It remained pressed against his own while he and Sam started talking, like the contact wasn’t currently melting Dean’s brain. He stared blankly at a spot above Sam’s shoulder, his mind zeroed in on the solid line of heat pressed against his thigh. At least his pinkie wasn’t pinned between them anymore.

He should probably be wondering why this touch was affecting him so much. He had known plenty of best friends who liked physical affection and touched so casually, so logically, Dean knew it wasn’t that big of a deal but—he and Cas didn’t do this. The furthest they had allowed themselves to touch was an occasional shoulder clap and an even rarer hug. Unless one of them were injured or at a point of death, they didn’t indulge in casual touches.

So this felt like uncharted territory. It felt new and unsteady, like a newborn giraffe that Dean had seen in one of Cas’ documentaries. It was wobbly and awkwardly spread its thin legs like an idiot, trying to stay balanced. It could collapse at any moment.

There was that thing buzzing in the back of his head, that something that wasn’t going to go away but demanded his attention. There was something to this, something about how Dean didn’t pull away or feel that flash of fear at any physical contact that wasn’t intended to hurt.

Crazy how he was apparently more scared of a gentle touch than a violent one…Jesus, how fucking traumatized was he?

Very, Dean surmised as Cas shifted his hips, dragging his thigh up against his and making him lose his train of thought all over again.

When the waitress came back with their food, the only reason Dean didn’t rear up and snap when she called Cas ‘handsome’ again was because their thighs were still touching and his thoughts were still scrambled. Cas seemed entirely at ease, though. He thanked the waitress politely and started eating.

Dean stared at his burger for probably five minutes before he felt Sam kick him under the table. He jumped, nearly crushing his burger in his hands, before finally managing to get his head on straight and act like a normal fucking person. So what if their legs were touching? If Cas wasn’t making a big deal out of it, neither was he.

That mindset actually got him through the rest of the meal, and he was happily satisfied after about three baskets of fries that just kept coming. Cas also looked pleased, having polished off his cheeseburger and still picking up fries. He had a funny way of eating them though, as Dean noticed. Cas liked to squish out the mushy innards of the fries and eat them before popping the crispy skin into his mouth. If he hadn’t been a newly-made human, Dean would have made fun of him for it. But hey, he’s a weird dude.

They paid for their meal and left, Dean grateful for both the loss of Cas’ thigh pressed against his and that they were finally getting away from Miss Bouncy. Dean hadn’t really given her an opportunity to slip Cas her number or anything since he was the one picking up the check, and the obstruction of information was enough to appease that twisty feeling in his chest.

They headed out, Cas beside Dean as Sam walked unnaturally fast for the exit. The hosts big them goodnight and Dean was about to tell Cas there was some pie waiting back at the Bunker when two things happened.

Sam’s gleeful voice shouted, “Shotgun!” from across the parking lot and Cas’ head swiveled as someone behind him tapped his shoulder.

Dean felt himself immediately bristle when he realized the waitress had followed them outside. He felt a snap rising and his hand itched to grab the back of Cas’ jacket and tug him away, but he stopped himself.

What the fuck was that, Winchester? You don’t own him. He berated himself silently. Instead, he just shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled from behind Cas.

“—I’m free anytime, handsome.” The waitress winked, hanging Cas a slip of paper that he just blinked at.

“Thank you?”

“My pleasure.” She purred, and Dean felt his shoulders tighten.

“Cas, let’s go.” He heard himself snap, narrowing his eyes at the waitress who didn’t even glance at him. Cas, however, turned right around. The confused look on his face morphed into one of vague amusement.

“Of course, Dean.” He said, bidding the waitress goodnight and following Dean to the car. Sam was already standing at the passenger side door, and Dean caught Cas glaring at his brother as he slid into the backseat.

Cas sulked the entire drive home, squinty eyes glowering out the window and hands folded in his lap. Sam looked smug and Dean tried very hard not to think that maybe the phone number crumpled in Cas’ pocket was being saved for another time.

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sun-flower-children · 4 years ago

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BakuSquad’s Boy Part 1

A/N: Based on a fic that doesn’t exist anymore :( I’ll be adding my own head canons from what i remember of the og fic. This whole thing is in a headcanon format :)))

Kirishima was sitting down when he noticed their new transfer student walking into the cafeteria looking lost. Without thinking twice he quickly caught the attention of the male and motioned him to come over.

“Is it okay if I join you?” you asked, recognizing the spiky haired student as your classmate.

“Of course, let me introduce you to everybody!”

The redhead introduced all the guys sitting at the table. The talkative blonde with the lightning bolt in his hair was Kaminari . The smiling black haired boy with oddly shaped elbows was Sero and the angry-faced pale blonde with red eyes was Bakugo. While the rest smiled at you he merely sneered and ignored you.

“Don’t let him bother you too much, he's a grouch!” Kirishima said smiling.

The entire lunch period was spent talking to the Bakusquad and explaining how you transferred from the hero school in your home country and enrolled at UA. Laughing with them and bonding over memes and hero training.

It didn’t take long for you to become part of the friend group.

Y’all are a chaotic group of motherfuckers

The group chat is mess; Bakugo is trying to help people w homework, Zero is constantly sharing tick tocks and at 2 am Denki will spam it with memes ( which pisses Bakugo off bc it wakes him up when he forgets to mute his notifications)

Y’all will study together, which surprisingly, can be super productive sometimes.

It honestly didn’t take very long for you guys to become inseparable. They have you back and you have theirs. Training and working out together is a plus because sometimes y’all are too busy to actually fully hangout.

Kirishima will compliment you in a “manly” way and will totally be your hype man. Will be ecstatic when you give back the same energy. One time Bakugo joined you guys for his morning workout and his jaw almost fell to the ground when he saw you take your shirt off. He couldn’t help but stare like holy shit you were ripped. Training with Kiri really did pay off. Bakugo smirked to himself when he noticed his red haired friend was also checking you out when you didn’t notice.

Going to the mall with Sero and Denki is a whole ass ride. Y’all will go to so many stores and either waste all your money or just fuck around. Hot Topic is definitely a favorite of theirs. They don’t care if it’s not your vibe because they will want to deck you out in the fitting rooms to see what you look like. Once they pushed the curtain before you were done changing your shirt and both pairs of eyes went straight to your body, making you blush.

After being friends for so long the Bakusquad could read each other's emotions and all recognized that they had crushes on you. They talked about it and concluded that this would by no means would get between their friendship but would amicably flirt with you.

They organized a sleepover not too long after. But it was basically them all fighting each other about who’s room they would be staying in. Ended up going to Bakugo’s room because it was the closest for most of them. When you got there you were so caught up with the movie that you didn't realize they were low-key fighting each other for a spot next to you/ touching you in general. It was when y’all were going to sleep when you realized you left your sheets and what not in your room. Bakugo without missing a beat said you could sleep with him which then prompted Denki to tell you that “Bakugo’s feet smell like shit you don't wanna sleep with him” for Kiri to go “ Hey that isn’t manly, you should sleep w me Y/N.”. While the three of them were battling it out you and Sero were just sitting crouched in the corner. “I mean Y/N I could always get sheets and stuff from my rooms ‘cause it's not that far from here.” only for Bakugo to throw a pillow straight in his face yelling “Shut it Soy-Sauce face!!” Yeah they felt really bad in the morning when you ended up sleeping on the floor with nothing covering you.

Sero will want to smoke with you. The first time he smoked with you, you ended up having a panic attack and he felt responsible for making you panic and so anxious. He tries to smoke by himself for the meanwhile until you convince him to let you try again. It goes much better this time. Y’all start vibing to his latin playlist and he tries to teach you but y’all just end up stumbling over each other and constantly laughing. When dancing becomes physically exhausted and watches tick tocks and videos on his phone. Which ends up with y’all crying over the video where the racoon tries to wash his cotton candy but it dissolves. At some point the tears become too much and you both reach for each other which ends up with y'all sobbing and cuddling each other. Y’all fell asleep like this :)

The whole squad smokes at one point or another. Kirishima does it whenever he’s just in the mood to hangout and he uber chills. Bakugo does it to relieve stress and just enjoy life a bit. Denki smokes the 2nd most in the group just whenever he needs to kill time or he wants to vibe.

There will be times when y'all will smoke together and just fuck shit up. Like, one night after exam y’all are smoking but shit starts getting wild. Like y'all are hopping off the walls and dancing around to random music. Denki will find a roach that's stuck on its back and trying to get back off its legs but y’all are dancing all around it thinking it's like break dancing. “ AYYYY FUCK IT UP” Bakugo would yell “GET INTO IT” Sero would then yell. One of y’all took a video and accidentally posted it on Snapchat so the next day Mina would ask like wth happened last night bc y’alls tik toks and snapchats were wack af. Sero would probably speak on behalf of the group and say “ We were just really hyper.

When they all become hyper aware of their feelings not only for you but like low-key for each other they all change a lil bit. Like:

Denki stops flirting with people outside of the Baku Squad. He’s more touchy with y’all. Holding onto arms, arms over shoulders, hands on waists, holding hands, sitting in y’alls laps (this is a big one)

Kirishima has more energy when he’s with you guys. Like he could be running lower on battery than normal but one of y'all just comes up to him and he lights up like a light bulb.

Bakugo stops ruining desks and promptly yelling at people. He’s toned down and becomes a bit more chilled out. Mostly when he's with you guys. He is still a grumpy gremlin when he is with people who aren’t the Baku Squad.

Sero actually hides it pretty well and no one notices and changes that are indicative of a crush. Probably a bit more confident in himself

Kirishima and Denki acting like they haven't seen each other in sages when it really has only been like five minutes.

“ OMG BRO IT'S BEEN FOREVER”

“OMG DENKI MY MAN I MISSED YOU SM!”

“ BRO C’MERE AND PLANT A PHAT ONE ON ME!”

“HELL YA MY DUDE, THIS IS GONNA BE MANLY.”

And then proceed to aggressively walk toward each other, slap each others asses and plant a kiss on each other's cheeks before erupting into a huge fit of laughter. While people around them are just like ‘wtf is going on’

Touching becomes a thing.

Y’all will actively find each other when y'all want a hug or cuddles or smth. Forehead and cheek kisses are a thing. Bakugo takes much longer to warm up to everyone starting really with you and Kirishima. most comfortable holding y’alls hands loosely and rubbing your knuckles. Denki probably does this the most. He lives for physical affection, just give this poor boy his much needed cuddles and kithes.

Despite y’all high-key crushing for each other you all still are absolutely focused on your career paths as heros. Bakugo helping teach english and you trying to help ( if you know english well enough to teach )

“Ok idiots for the last time what word do we use to describe Sarah?”

“I mean she took these poor dudes apples and all of these are positive adjectives...i think.”

“Yeah Sarah’s kind of a bitch.”

“SHUT IT YOU TOO AND ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!”

“I mean Bakubro they aren’t wrong...”

“NOT YOU TOO KIRI!”

You guys work so well during team vs fights bc of how well you all know each other.

It’s an absolute mess but y’all love eachother <3

I will be making a part 2 ( + 3 i think ) so hang around for more :)

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 4 years ago

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (8)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(Still no Tech this time, please don’t be mad! But hey we’re in L’manberg now! That’s pog right? Plus we officially meet Wilb and Fundy! But remember y’all, if this chapter doesn’t do well then I can’t write chapter 9! So show chapter 8 some love!! <3)

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MOAR ART!

I tried drawing Reader! -> She.

And xoxoyukixoxo-art-dump on here drew her too! She looks so SICK! SHE!

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He’d been watching her for some time now.

Not all day and night like some weirdo but he’d noticed instantly when she’d ‘logged on’ so to speak. The first thing to make him curious was him wondering how she arrived here in the first place, but when he tried teleporting to this new person it strangely hadn’t worked. He’d simply not gone anywhere, which was beyond puzzling. He should be able to teleport to anyone on this server. That little tidbit, the not being able to teleport to her, was the second thing to make him curious. So curious in fact that he spent a very long time just looking for her. When the ability to teleport to her was no longer an option he’d found searching for someone was much harder, but in the end he’d found her. And good lord was she a big one. Not taller than endermen or anything bigger but she definitely towered over the villagers she lived with.

He didn’t know how she ended up here since you needed an invite to be allowed on the server. And he knows she wasn’t invited, because he knows ALL the people who are invited. Hell, at one point he even tried banning her (an action which kicks players from the server) but… nothing had happened. He’d been hidden and watching her when he’d done it and she’d not even noticed, just kept on planting flowers around one of the villager’s houses without a care in the world.

He’d unbanned her and nothing changed again. Then he’d tried using other commands on her. Teleport, clear, give, and even Kill. Not a single one did anything. That made him nervous. He’d never encountered something like this before. It was unheard of. If this player decided to become hostile, or End forbid, GENOCIDAL… it would have very disastrous consequences for the other players on the server..

He decided then and there to monitor her deeply until further notice.

Which turned into him popping up by her village and sneaking in to watch her and what she did day in and day out for a few months. And honestly.. She seemed pretty benign.

All she really did was change up the village she lived in and decorate. When not doing those things she would do other hobbies like cooking and potion making. She’d also leave the village sometimes to just explore. He took those chances to go inside her home and snoop around. He also noticed aggressive mobs were pretty neutral towards her for whatever reason. That only ever happened if a player had a clear relation to a mob (aka a hybrid) or if the player had creative… Which it looked like she had. But she also didn’t look fully human.

“What a strange being you are..”

-0-

Before you knew it the next day had come, bright and early.

You’d had to go back to the Overworld around sunrise to get ready to greet Tubbo. You’d explained to Azo that you’d try to come back as soon as you could but for now you had to go on a trip for a while. She was sad to see you go but said okay and to hurry back. Your heart broke all over again, feeling terrible that you had to leave her alone but there was nothing you could do. You’d bring her with you if it were possible but you knew her entering the Overworld would turn her into a zombie instantly. And that’s not a fate you’re willing to make anyone go through.

But you left her a chest with some golden carrots, some apples, and even some of the stew you’d made for Tubbo and Tommy. She liked the stew, so you left her a few bowls and even some juice to drink in case she got thirsty. You hugged her goodbye and told her you’d bring her a gift back. She nodded happily and then you sadly had to leave through the portal. Which you made sure to destroy after exiting it. Didn’t want anything wandering through. That would be a disaster.

Once you were back in the overworld you went home and sat on your bed and just thought. More than anything you just wanted to step in and prevent Schlatt and Quackity from winning. But you didn’t know if doing that would have dangerous consequences or not. You’d seen so many movies where a small change in the past ends up having massive effects in the future. Damn butterfly effects. Stopping them from winning the election could end up causing a civil war within L’manburg. Or Tubbo, Tommy, or Wilbur could end up hurt or even lose a life. Or something even more devastating could happen.

...But you hated the thought of Tommy and Wilbur getting exiled. It wasn’t fair or just. Especially while getting shot at and chased down like dogs. Schlatt and Quackity really pissed you off with that part. Seeing Ponk and Punz just instantly turn on the two original founders left you feeling utterly appalled. Schlatt hadn’t even been sworn in as president yet! He’d not taken an oath or anything! None of what he ‘decreed’ should have been taken as law! None of it was legal-

You pause. None of that WAS legal.. right? Did the citizens even know that? Were they aware that simply winning an election wasn’t the instant inauguration that Schlatt and Quackity made it out to be? Surely there was more to L’manburg than simply the bare bones parts that were shown on youtube in your original world. There had to be actual systemic structure for this whole ass small country. You wanted to believe there was, because the alternative made you facepalm. But at this point you honestly just didn’t know. You would need to have a discussion with Wilbur and Tommy (Wilbur more so since he was the adult in this situation).

You needed to talk to Wilbur asap.

-0-

Tubbo and Tommy came to get you bright and early, the blond looking more anxious than he was trying to let on. Seeing the usually so upbeat and grinning boy so nervous made your stomach churn. So you’d pulled him into a hug, not even letting him finish his greeting to you before you did. He went silent and was tense at first. But you took in a breath and said in as reassuring a tone as you could physically muster,

“Don’t worry kiddo. Things WILL be okay. I’ll make sure of it, alright?”

Tommy was silent, but you could hear the choked gasp of breath the boy took in, and you felt how his lanky body seemed to relax in your hold. He awkwardly put his arms around your back, seemingly not used to this, the whole hugging thing. At least not such heartfelt ones. He’s hugged Tubbo, Wilbur, and Philza but this one just felt different. It felt safer. Like if he stayed here nothing could hurt him. It was weird but.. nice. Part of the boy didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to leave this new safe place. Here hugging you there was no fear of losing the election, no worries of wars with the DSMP, there was nothing bad. Just a pleasant warmth he felt like he could just fall asleep to.

But the bigger part of him knew he’d never hide away from his problems. It wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t some baby coward who hid behind mommy for protection when shit got tough. (missing how his subconscious referred to you as ‘mom’) He was a MAN! Nevermind he was barely 16! He was practically an adult (in his own eyes)! He’d fought in a war for independence! He’d battled for his and his countrymen’s freedom! There’s no way he’d cower away from this damned election!

With a new fire in him, largely in part to the confidence you seemed to have for him and L’manburg, he eventually pulled back from the hug and gave you one of his signature bright grins. He said thanks but there’s no way he was worrying! Like you said, things were gonna be fine! You gave him an encouraging smile in return and agreed, then added that if anything DID go wrong you’d stick by them and make sure it all got resolved. The teens looked grateful for your support. But then you bid the villagers goodbye for now and told the iron golems to make sure to keep them all safe.

Then you three were off to L’manburg.

-0-

Walking into L’manburg was weird. You’d only ever seen parts of it via the videos you’d watched from the various minecraft youtubers. But being there in person was wild, seeing all the buildings and pathways was interesting though. Tommy and Tubbo changed into their ‘presidential attire’, which were just those vaguely old school British military uniforms they wore at the start of the L’manburg thing. You still ruffled their hair and cooed over them, saying they looked like official little men. They got all huffy and Tommy swatted your hand away, making you laugh. Tubbo suggested showing you around before the election began, which you thought was a good idea. So the pair escorted you around L’manburg, showing you the main places plus their houses and favorite spots. You gave Tommy a Look and asked him if he really lived in a dirt hut.

“It’s DIRT Tommy, not even cobblestone. Just a dirty dirt hut,” you said with a sigh.

Tubbo snickered while Tommy tried defending himself. But he honestly was just making excuses though thankfully he got cut off by Wilbur showing up. He was in the same uniform as both teenagers and you saw him giving you a wide eyed look as he walked up. You could tell he was used to not being around someone so much taller than him. Which you guess made sense since he’d been hanging out with teenagers, a girl, and his own son mostly. You think Dream is taller than him but you don’t know how often they’re around each other peacefully to notice height..

“Oh, hello, you must be Reader! Tommy and Tubbo have told me about you!” the brunet man said with a charming smile.

You returned the smile and held your hand out for him to shake. He gave a firm handshake and you said he must be Wilbur and that the boys had mentioned him to you. He gave a sly smile to the two boys and asked if that was so, and said he hoped they’d said good things about him. Not liking his teasing tone Tommy cut in and said he told you about Wilbur being a bitch! You laughed and Wilbur punched Tommy in the shoulder, laughing when the boy loudly claimed he was abusing a child!

Wilbur rolled his eyes at the blond boy and asked what the occasion for you visiting his lovely country was. You gave a relaxed smile and said you just wanted to come out and support ‘big man’ and Tubbo on this exciting day! Wilbur smiled and perked up when Tubbo said they were giving you a tour of L’manburg. Wilbur asked why the shortest boy didn’t say so before and gestured for you to follow him, saying the best person to give a tour is always the president! You liked his charming enthusiasm but you could still see the nervousness just lurking under the surface for all three of them. You hated that their worry was justified.

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Wilbur took over showing you around, Tubbo and Tommy right behind him adding little comments here and there to irk him. You ohh’d and ahh’d at the polite times, even saying how cool the place was. You even got shown Wilbur’s ‘ball house’ and their extensive nether pathways briefly. You got a bit distracted in the Nether, wondering if Azo was okay. Though you supposed she was a tough kid, what with having survived in the Nether her whole life so far. But she was just a little kid, still a toddler. She shouldn’t have to survive. She should be living.

“And I guess that’s the whole tour! I hope we’ve given you a good impression of my country~” Wilbur said with a smile, thoroughly snapping your attention back to the present.

You were thankful they couldn’t see how your eyes widened when you realized you’d totally zoned out during the last leg of the tour. Instead of worrying you just gushed and said you’d been really dazzled! The trio grinned and you ruffled Tommy’s hair and said you could expect no less from the big man himself and sweet Tubbo. The pair were happy to hear you praising the country they’d worked so hard to have, with Tommy even playfully swatting your hand away from your hair and saying anything he helped with would be the best. Wilbur gave a very big brother reply of ‘oh really?’ that was dripping with doubt, which started to set Tommy off.

The two started going back and forth, causing you to roll your eyes. Yeah they definitely had the brother vibe about them. Though Wilbur lost interest in arguing when he spotted someone a bit aways behind you and Tommy. He perked up and waved, calling out ‘FUNDY!’ to get his son’s attention. You all glanced over to see a fox hybrid in a uniform that was the same as the boys around you, only the coloring was off. Fundy’s was more pastel colored while the others were darker/more saturated. Wilbur waved him over and you noticed the way Fundy’s muzzle scrunched up when Wilbur threw an arm around his shoulders, but you said nothing. Not really your place but from what you remember of the smp videos… Wilbur wasn’t the ideal father figure to his furry son..

“Fundy, this is Reader! She’s a friend of Tubbo and Tommy’s! She came to support us today,” Wilbur said with a smile.

The fox quirked an eyebrow at you and asked a mildly incredulous voice if your name was actually ‘Reader’. Tommy told him to shut up and pointed out that his name was ‘Fundy’ so he had no room to be criticizing anybody’s name. Fundy raised his paws in surrender and said fine, whatever, no need to jump down his throat about it. You chuckled and said it was okay, it was a rather odd name. And you liked his name, it was cool. Tommy actually boo’d you while Fundy smiled, glad at least someone stuck up for him. Though that reminded Fundy to ask Wilbur if he’d seen the ballots…

Wilbur’s mood darkened and he gave a clipped, “Yeah, I saw them.” His tone making the other L’manburg citizens feel uncomfortable. You spoke up, asking what was wrong with them? Had someone tampered with them or something? Fundy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck and said yes and no. Yes someone had changed them but it wasn’t really ‘tampering’, just altering to fit with the new campaign runners. She gave his upset father a side glance, his triangular shaped ears going back when he saw the way Wilbur’s eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw clenched. Seems the current president was still pissed off that his son and first lady had decided to run against him together..

“Well we had to change the ballots to include all the people running, and even an ‘other’ option… Yeah,” Fundy said lowly.

You couldn’t help the way you raised an eyebrow at that and said,

“Isn’t that just the standard for ballots? Designing ballots to not show all the people their options would just be criminal.”

Wilbur didn’t seem to like your (in his opinion) unwanted input and said however L’manburg designed their ballots was none of your business anyways, especially since you weren’t even a citizen. You could feel yourself narrowing your eyes at the brunet, though nobody could see it, and replied that you didn’t need to be a citizen to point out that not putting all the names of those running on an ELECTORAL BALLOT was hugely unethical and borderline malicious hindrance to the citizen’s right to free choice. This little snit between you and the current president had dropped the mood low, with the three boys beside you looking more than uncomfortable.

But thankfully Tubbo found his voice and before Wilbur could retort to your statement he turned to you and said the election and debate would be starting soon and that he’d sit in the audience with you. This reminded Wilbur that he needed to practice his speech and debate responses with Tommy so he straightened his posture and adjusted his coat before giving you a faux smile and then telling Tubbo they’d see him afterwards. You kept a polite smile on your face as the four led you to an open part of the village center where a large stage/platform had been built along with seating in front of it. Wilbur jerked his thumb towards the stage and told Tommy to come on and the blond boy said he’d be right there in a moment. The brunet looked put out but nodded and stalked off, leaving the four alone in the audience area.

Once he was out of earshot you turned to Tommy and gave him a disbelieving look and said in a hushed tone,

“Tommy, you and Wilbur weren’t ACTUALLY planning to tamper with the ballots were you?? That’s insanely unconstitutional! The people of L��manburg have a right to know and be able to choose whichever voting option they want. If they don’t have that option then it’s not a real election, it’s just the illusion of choice.”

The blond looked uncomfortable, sweating and avoiding eye lens contact with you. He felt ashamed because… well that HAD been the plan. At least Wilbur told him it had been before Quackity found out. He’d not been sure about the plan but he hadn’t done much to argue with Wilbur either. He’d convinced himself it wasn’t that big of a deal, but seeing how shocked and offended you looked that they’d even thought about doing that made him feel like a bastard. You saw how nervous he looked and sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing softly before reassuring him you weren’t angry.

“I’m not mad at you Tommy, I’m just disappointed that this was something you went along with. You have to know how wrong that was? Imagine you were a regular citizen and you voted in the election but later found out it was all rigged, you’d never had a choice regarding your country like you’d been led to believe. Wouldn’t you feel wronged?”

Tommy seemed to deflate at your words but gave a remorseful nod, neither of you noticing that your words seemed to have also struck a chord with both Fundy and Tubbo as well. You gave the blond boy a reassuring smile, saying that part of being a member of government was respecting the people’s choices. Even if you think it’s stupid and wrong. You have to let the people choose for themselves. The ability to choose is sometimes the only difference between merely existing on this bitch of a world and actually Living~

Tommy seemed to have taken your words to heart, making you smile at him before pulling him into a half hug and saying sincerely,

“I’m proud of you Tommy, Tubbo too. You’ve both done so much for this country. More than any child should ever have to. I wish more than anything that you’d not HAD to sacrifice and lose so much. But I’ll be here to support you both going forward. I just don’t want either of you doing anything unethical. You’re both better than that.”

Tubbo almost teared up and came over and let his face rest against your side in a show of affection. He’d never had anyone say they were proud of him before and honestly.. he didn’t know how badly he needed to hear it until you said it. Tommy leaned into your hug, close to tearing up like his best friend but he blinked rapidly until the tears faded.

None of them noticed the envious way Fundy stared at them, feeling jealousy bubble in his stomach at the way you seemed to care for the two boys. He felt childish for feeling that way but he couldn’t help it. You clearly cared about the two in a maternal way, that much was obvious. But you weren’t treating them like babies either. You were respectful and loving at the same time. Fundy wondered if that’s what it was like to have a mother..

“TOMMY! COME ON! THE RALLY STARTS SOON!”

They all broke away when they heard Wilbur yelling down at them from the podium. Tubbo sighed and Tommy straightened his hat before giving a cheeky smile. You told him to go give his best, and no matter what happened you’d be proud. This pumped the blond boy up and he gave a cheer before ruffling Tubbo’s hair and turning to the stage and running up around the side to get to the top, you and the brunet watching him go. That’s when you remembered the fox hybrid that was still standing close by. You offer him a calm smile and say kindly,

“So, Fundy was it?”

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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on the dot

warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, and the boys being a lil goofy

summary: the boys keep you entertained when tom is running late

a/n: this nasty stinky year ends today! finally y’all!! it sucked sm and a lot of stuff went wrong but i’ve enjoyed spending time with you lovely people, seriously you’ve all been such a light and i hope we bring it into 2021 :,) i love all of you tons, stay safe tonight and have fun <3

ten.

“he’s still not here?” you storm back into the room, looking between all the boys. “where the hell could he be?” harry only sips his drink. harrison stares up at the ceiling. sam offers a sad smile.

you thought by the time you finished your private freak out in the bathroom, tom would be home. home and ready for you to kiss and hug and welcome the new year with. he has ten more minutes to make it happen.

of course, you were disappointed he couldn’t be here for christmas. you still understood because it wasn’t his fault. there was scheduling and a whole bunch of other things keeping him in the states. you’d at least have new year’s eve together, and that was enough for you.

the universe had other plans. tom’s flight got delayed to the latest possible second, and it’s beyond either of your control now.

nine.

harrison puts a hand on your arm. “maybe he’s in the taxi. traffic and all that,” he leads you over to the couch, giving you a nudge to sit down. you do with crossed arms and pouted lips. “cheer up.” harry beams and sticks a party hat on your head. you’re not even bothering to strap it on. sam scoots closer to you in his spot.

“you have us,” he reminds you, smiling to get the message across. it’s nice of them to try and comfort you, but all you really want is tom. he’s the holland you’d rather be touching knees with. “thanks, guys. i just...” you let out a sigh. “tom was supposed to be my new year’s kiss.”

“well, we can’t help you with that,” harrison snickers and takes a seat on the arm of the couch. harry puts down his beer with a cheeky look. “tessa might be available.” groaning, you drop your head onto his shoulder. “shut up, i know it’s cheesy. we talked about it, though.”

tom better get here soon and back that up.

eight.

“what if you did it over, um, facetime?” sam suggests, stifling a laugh right after. these boys just can’t be serious. “i’m not making out with my phone in front of you guys,” you scoff and adjust your party hat that’s falling. “you’d do it if we left the room, then?” harry questions, harrison raising his eyebrows at you.

you lift your head off of harry so you can shoot him a glare. “no, you know what i mean. leave me alone.” your voice shakes on the last part. you’re starting to feel emotional about all of this. you wanted one night with your boyfriend who hasn’t been home in months, that was all. why couldn’t you get it?

the boys all coo at you in unison. it’s sort of sarcastically, mostly sympathetically. harrison reaches over and puts an arm around your shoulders. “he’ll be here, y/n/n. there’s still about...” he checks his watch on his other hand. his eyes go wide.

“seven minutes until midnight.” “jesus,” harry mutters to himself, picking his beer back up.

seven.

you’re debating whether or not you should text tom. maybe call? you haven’t heard from him in hours, which isn’t very promising. the boys are making too much noise to talk to him, actually. they’ve taken to blowing into their noisemakers to distract you.

the loud humming that comes from harrison’s is ear piercing. that’s partially because he’s holding it directly up to your ear. sam is using a handheld one, and harry is raising his fist in the air while he finishes off his drink. you love their spirit. you’ve run out of your own.

“come on, year’s almost over,” harrison says in an overly happy way. “let’s at least celebrate that.” “i’ll toast,” harry salutes him with his empty bottle. “you’re pissed, harry,” sam laughs and grabs it from him. you throw your head back on the cushion. “can time move any slower?”

six.

“i give up. i’m spending new year’s alone,” you throw your hands up in defeat. harry rolls his eyes in mock offense. “hey, you’ve had great company.” “she doesn’t want to hear it, div,” sam reaches behind you and flicks his brother’s head. it earns a quiet “ouch.” you’d normally laugh at their antics, only you don’t have it in you.

you might be acting a little dramatic, but you have the right to. tom’s kisses are everything. that, and you miss the hell out of him. he misses you ten times more. you know it because he’s made sure to tell you every day.

“tom’s coming, y/n. does it really matter if it’s a few minutes late?” harrison asks with a pat on your shoulder. “hours,” you correct him bitterly. he removes his hand before you break it. you turn to sam, who clenches his teeth. “your brother has terrible timing.” “you’ve only just figured that out?”

five.

harrison and sam have you playing some three way game of patty cake when the doorknob starts to move. you immediately snap your head up. is that...

“santa?” harry murmurs in his drunken state. “wrong holiday,” sam tells him. “that’s passed.” harrison chuckles at the conversation. “we should cut him off before-“

the door quickly swings open, a breathless but grinning tom behind it. “guess who?” he drops his bags and opens up his arms. your face lights up the most it has in too long. you run straight over to him. the boys watch on, waiting to say hi until after you two get time together.

“oh my god, you made it!” you giggle out, tom lifting you up by your waist. he secures his arms tightly around you and squeezes. “how’d you actually get here on time?” your voice is muffled by your face pressed into his shoulder. “i’ll always be here for you, angel,” tom assures you, shutting the door with his foot.

he kisses the top of your head. you can feel his lips curve into another smile. “in every way.” you put your arms around his neck, clasping your hands together. “you don’t understand how much i missed you.” you’re returning the smile. “i swear.”

“i promise, i missed you so much more.” he carefully sets you down and keeps his arms around your waist. the two of you exchange a look that says all the i love you’s you don’t currently have the time or privacy to.

“oi, where’s our big hello?” harry calls from the couch.

four.

you’re all squished onto the couch now. tom is sitting in your spot with you in his lap. the others strongly protested it, whining about how you’d go at it or worse. you ignored their complaints and happily took your place on tom’s thigh. your back is to him, so he has his chin on your shoulder to sneak glances at you.

“does anyone have a resolution?” harrison asks the group of you, eyes landing on his best friend. “me?” tom checks, tracing a finger up and down your side. “to take more breaks.” you like that one. you let him know by leaning into him more. “mine’s to move out,” harry remarks. his oldest brother gives him a warning look.

“all jokes. you two are adorable,” he gives you a thumbs up, shaking around his noisemaker again. “this is what i’ve left you with?” tom mumbles to you, fully aware the others can hear. you shake your head. “they terrorized me, tom.” sam is the one to interject.

“that’s rubbish. i cooked every meal you wanted, we-“ “they terrorized me,” you repeat, playfully this time. tom taps under your chin with two fingers. “mhm, sounds like it.”

three.

“do you think tessa would still do a kiss?” harrison asks harry, who cackles when he sees tom’s face. he has to blink a few times to process what was said. you smooth your thumb over the crease in his forehead.

“what did i tell you? they’re weird.” “they’re deranged,” tom leans into your touch. “i won’t let them near her.”

“i feel so... single,” harrison explains with a fake sniffle. he eyes the two of you. that makes tom pull you closer. “stay away from my girls.”

two.

“the moment we’ve been waiting for,” you move so you’re facing tom. “is about to happen.” you also happen to be straddling him so it’s possible. if the boys have anything to say, you won’t be listening. “our new year’s kiss,” he grins, his hands dropping down to your hips. “very big moment.”

one.

tom tilts his head up to you, running his tongue over his lower lip. your party hat is strapped on now. you move in closer until your noses are touching.

“missed this face,” he rasps and nudges your nose with his. “well, here it is,” you bring a hand up to the side of his neck. the boys are huddled in a circle with their party gear, so you have the couch to yourselves. harrison is getting ready to pop a bottle of champagne.

your not so perfect night ended up being better than any of you could’ve expected.

harrison checks his watch and waves a hand at everyone. “twelve, eleven,” he counts you in. “ten, nine, eight,” you all join, you turning your head to look at the others. tom peeks his head out from behind you. “seven, six,” harry eagerly holds out glasses for drinks. “five, four, three,” sam raises up his noisemaker.

“two, one! happy new year!” the champagne sprays everywhere while you turn back to tom.

you erupt in a big smile before he’s pulling you in. he finally presses his lips to yours, your arms going around his neck. it’s easy and soft and you fall right into your usual rhythm. his lips part for you, letting you deepen the kiss.

tom’s eyes are squeezed shut in focus, on you and how you taste like the same lip balm from all those months ago. one of his hands rests on your back to support you. you break away for all of two seconds to take a breath. you’re giggling, and so is tom. you connect your lips again without warning, tom still laughing into it.

“i love you so much,” you pull away to tell him quietly. tom tugs on the top of your party hat with a playful smirk. “i love you, y/n/n. happy new year, babe.” he gives you one more peck on the lips. you’re feeling generous and decide to return it, your kiss lingering a bit.

harry summons you two before it turns into another make out.

“drinks! we have drinks,” he holds his up for emphasis. harrison already poured yours, sam taking a sip of his own while they chat. you climb off of tom and offer him a hand. he gladly takes it, interlocking your fingers and getting up. the two of you walk over to the table hand in hand.

“thanks, bro. happy new year,” tom gives harrison a quick one armed hug and takes his drink. harrison hands you yours after. “thank you,” you take it and flash him a small smile. “for everything.” “anytime,” he pulls you in for a proper hug, tom hugging the twins.

you do the same, then the five of you sit at the table to drink and talk. when they get into a conversation about golf, tom eventually breaks off. he squeezes your knee to get your attention, which you raise a curious eyebrow at. he nods toward the couch.

“we’ll finish that later.”

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notdonesimpin · 4 years ago

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The Truth Is Out ~t.k.~

taiga kagami x fem!reader

warnings: mainly fluff. v small smut scene that mainly just leads into it

synopisis: the story of how kagami’s team and your cousin, kise, find out about the relationship.

a/n: this is long. it WAS purely self indulgent so that’s another reason why it’s long but hope you enjoy :)

“Is this all the groceries we need for dinner? Do you have everything else already?” Riko asks.

Before Kagami could answer, Hyuga tagged another question along. “Do you live here by yourself?”

As he unlocked the door, he responded, “At the moment, my girlfriend is staying here, too.”

The team’s eyes widened and exclaimed, “You have a girlfriend?”

The door swings open to reveal you in the kitchen, making dinner. “Hi, Taiga’s teammates! It’s really nice to meet you guys!”

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. She goes to Kaijou. Y/N, this is the team.”

He points at each member, telling you their names as they all looked at you with wide eyes, muttering a hello back as they walked in and Kagami walked over to you with the groceries you needed to finish up dinner.

“Don’t be shy! Make yourselves at home,” you encouraged them, grabbing the bags from Kagami. You give him a quick kiss. “Thank you. How was the game?”

He leaned against the counter. “It was really good. I wish you could have been there.”

You rolled your eyes, “My game was good, too, Taiga. Thanks for asking.”

“You still play basketball?” A small voice asked.

You looked around, eyes settling on the boy slightly shorter than you that stood on the other side of the counter. You jump back, slightly startled about how you didn’t notice him standing there.

“Kuroko! How can you still do that?” you exclaim.

“You guys know each other?” the team questioned.

You both nod as Kuroko explained, “She’s Kise’s cousin. She’s older by a few months, though.”

“Adopted cousin technically,” you add.

It seemed everyone's eyes were on you since they were intrigued about the insight into who you were and Kagami’s personal life. Kagami seems to notice as his cheeks begin to redden and he rubs the back of his neck.

“Guys, please stop staring. You’re going to scare her.”

You scoff, hitting him with a towel. “I’m not that easily frightened. Plus, if you’re going to be in my kitchen, you better be helping me cook.”

He muttered something under his breath as he walked past you to grab an apron. You give a triumphant smile, focusing your attention back on the boys and Riko in front of you.

“I quit basketball at the beginning of the third year. I play volleyball now.”

“Why?”

“I had more fun with volleyball. It came a lot more natural for me. Kagami makes me help him with basketball, though.”

Kagami shakes his head, glancing at you from the pot he’s stirring. “You offer because you know basketball is better for expanding your agility.”

“How’d you two meet?” Kiyoshi chimed in.

Kagami’s eyes shot to you, knowing the mischievous smirk that was plastered on your face as you chopped up the vegetables.

“I kicked his ass.”

“She did not!” Kagami tried to defend himself as everyone egged you on to continue.

“When he first moved back to Japan, we went to the same middle school. At that time, I’d recently joined the volleyball team.. He was beating everyone on our school team, making all of them mad and frustrated. Kagami, here, got a little bit of a superiority complex, so I challenged him to a game. His cocky ass thought it’d be easy since I was on the volleyball team so he played around and let me score two points. Before he realized it, I won 5-0. He was shocked and wanted a rematch, but I refused.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped. “You… beat Kagami?”

You look up with a questioning look. “Am I not supposed to? Y’all are talking like this man is a legend…”

Kagami tosses a towel at the back of your head. “Just because you beat me in a game the other day doesn’t mean you’re better than me. I have more wins overall.”

“By one game!” you exclaim.

“Now, I have to see you play. I don’t mean this the wrong way, but you don’t look like the type to be on the same skill level as Kagami,” Riko politely says.

You shrug, “I’m not offended or anything. I grew up playing with my brothers and cousins, and volleyball has helped with my jumping. When it comes to court awareness and IQ, I have Kagami beat. Skill set wise, he’s way past my expertise.”

“You guys get two more questions, then I’m duct taping her mouth closed.”

“She can’t eat if you do that,” Kuroko firmly states.

You point at him, “Kuroko, I’ve missed teaming up with you.”

Kagami huffs, “I can’t win if the two of you team up.”

“How did you two get together?” Hyuga questions.

“Taiga couldn’t take defeat, so we ended up playing one-on-one every day that I didn’t have volleyball. He didn’t know many people, so we hung out a lot during class and after school. Tomorrow will be our one year anniversary. He won’t tell me what he has planned, though.”

The team awed as they looked between the two of you. It was extremely apparent that Kagami was blushing from how his ears were tinted red.

“You’ll know when it’s time,” he said as you turned around and dumped the vegetables in the pot.

“I’m going to put on a shirt really quick,” you inform him, “I started cooking as soon as I got your text since I figured you guys would be starving.”

He nodded, watching you walk off and disappear down the hallway.

“Kagami, I like her. You better not lose her,” Izuki notes.

“I don’t plan on it.” He smiles to himself as he changes the topic, “Now, let’s talk about anything other than my love life.”

The boys easily fell into their own conversations. When you walk back out, you get pulled into Izuki’s conversation where he just wouldn’t stop telling puns, but you found it extremely entertaining.

You help Kagami sit the food out on the table. Before you could fully sit down, Kagami pulled you into his lap and lazily wrapped an arm around your waist. This caught you by surprise because he usually wasn’t this clingy when people were around.

“You feeling okay?” you softly ask as he makes his plate, putting enough on it for you, too.

He nods with a soft smile. “I just want to hold you.”

You both eat off of his plate, joining in on the casual conversations around you.

Later that night, all of his teammates ended up falling asleep in various places in the living room.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually tired,” Kagami whines, tossing his shirt and pants in the hamper as he makes his way to the bed.

You yawn, “It’s midnight and you’re not tired?”

“It’s midnight, meaning that we should bring in our one year anniversary the right way,” he smirks, dipping down to kiss you while you sit on the edge of the bed.

He deepens the kiss, guiding you down into the bed with a hand on the small of your back.

His other hand finds its way underneath your shit and becomes a cool contrast in your hot skin.

“Taiga,” you whined as he began to kiss down your neck. “Your entire team is here. They’ll hear us.”

“That just means you have to be quiet, baby. Let me take care of you tonight,” he softly requests as his fingers play with the hem of your shorts.

“Taiga, you are insatiable.”

He hums, standing up as he pulls off your shorts and tosses them.

He raises an eyebrow and looks at you with a triumphant smile. “No panties? Y/N, I think you wanted this to happen.”

“Shut up.” You try to kick him, but he easily catches your leg and presses a kiss to your ankle.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you, princess.”

The next morning, you wake up around 7 to rustling in the living room. Kagami had his arm tightly wrapped around your abdomen, so you had to pry it off with all your might.

As soon as you got out the bed, you heard a soft whine from him as he reached for you. “Where are you going?” he groans, “Come back to bed.”

“Your teammates are waking up. I figured I’ll offer some breakfast before they leave.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you, eyes narrowing when he noticed that you weren’t standing normally.

“Are you still sore?”

You shift your weight, wincing a bit. It was nothing too noticeable but Kagami knew you too well. “It’s not terrible. It’d just been a while.”

He rolled over to get out of bed as he requested, ”Sit back down for a second.”

You plop back onto the bed, watching him grab one of his shirts and toss it to you.

As you put in each of those items, he found a pair of sweatpants and walked over to put them on you. You lift your legs up, watching him slip the pants up your legs.

You stand up so that he can get them onto your waist and watch him tie the string so they wouldn’t fall down.

He gives you a quick kiss as he stands up, noticing the grin on your face. “What?” he asks, grabbing a pair of sweatpants for himself.

“I guess chivalry isn’t dead,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes, “I guess you can walk to the kitchen yourself, then.”

You pout, reaching your arms out to him. “Don’t be mean.”

He squats down in front of you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he holds your thighs.

He walks into the living area and you beam, “Good morning guys!”

“May I ask why you’re on his back, Y/N?” Kuroko questions.

“I’m just feeling lazy,” you shrug. What you said wasn’t a lie. You were feeling lazy, but that wasn’t the reason you were currently on Kagami. “Would you guys like breakfast?” you offered.

Riko shook her head with a soft smile, “We’re all about to head home, but thank you.”

Hyuga chimed in, “Dinner was amazing. I hope we get to see you again.”

You smiled, “I’ll actually be at the next game!”

They all cheered as they piled out of the penthouse, leaving you and Kagami by yourselves.

“Alright, princess. Now that it’s just me and you.” He sits you on the kitchen counter and turns around to look at you.

“Happy anniversary, Taiga,” you softly whisper, bring a hand up to his cheek as you lean in and give him a kiss.

“Do you want your gift now or later?”

You hit his arm. “I told you not to get me anything, you stubborn ass!”

He laughs, “I know you got me something, though. Even though we promised not to buy anything.”

You became quiet because you knew he was right as he gave you a triumphant smirk.

“Well, I saw it and couldn’t not get it!” you tried to argue.

“I know you too well. Wait here.”

He walks back to his bedroom, coming back after a few minutes with a small bag.

He hands it to you. “I’ve been dying to give this to you for months.”

Your eyes widened, “You actually held back for once in your life?”

“Shut up before I take it back.”

You shake your head, opening the bag to first see a necklace with a key on it. The key was red and had his initials engraved on it.

“The key to my heart,” he softly spoke.

You look at him to see how gentle his eyes have become.

Taiga has always had a more vulnerable side. He didn’t let it out much even though you’d been together this long. It took a lot for him to let himself fully relax and put down his walls around people since he’s always been seen as some sort of monster because of his dedication and skills with basketball.

You were the first person he connected with once he got back to Japan, so having this kind of relationship with you always made him weary. He didn’t want to lose the only person he connected with so a lot of the things he did were over thought for weeks.

“I know that I don’t say how much I love and appreciate you that often and because of our schedules, it’s been a lot less recently. Y/N, you know how bad I am at this thing. We’ve been learning how to do this together, and I don’t want to fuck up and lose you. I really do love you. You’re the best person to ever enter my life.”

“Taiga, I love you so much. Can you put it on me?”

He nods, taking the necklace from you. You lean forward so he could clasp it around your neck.

You hold the key in your hand as you lean back with a small smile. “I’m never taking it off.” You think of your gift, sitting in the bottom of his closet in the box and pout, “Your gift is so much better than mine.”

He shakes his head, “I’ll love anything that you get me.”

You playfully push him, “I could go get it if you weren’t in my way.”

“Just tell me where it is, and I’ll get it. You’re staying off of your feet today. You always take care of me, so I’m going to take care of you today.”

“The bottom right of the closet. The thin black box and the white box underneath it.”

He rushes off once again. You laugh, grabbing your phone to answer a few text messages from your teammates.

He walks back in with the biggest grin on his face as he reads the label of the black box. “Is this what I think it is?”

He sits the boxes down on the counters, attempting to open the black box but you snatch it away from him.

“This one is last, you fiend.”

He laughed, opening the white box to see a Chicago Bulls jersey customized with his name on it. “Baby, this is amazing!” he beamed, trying it on almost immediately. He spins around to give you a good look of it on him as he asks, “How does it look?”

“It looks like I’m dating a really hot NBA star.”

He gives you a quick kiss, mumbling a thank you against your lips.

“Now,” you hand him the black box that he was a lot more excited about, “you can open this.”

He practically rips the box apart in excitement, making the wallet size picture fall onto the ground. He bends down to pick it up, eyes widening at the sight of you in a lingerie set he’d never seen before.

He looks between you, the picture, and the empty box and asks, “Where is it? I need to see it on you.”

You laugh, pointing at the picture as you swing your legs, “You have seen me in it.”

He pouts, “You know what I mean.”

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed with a text from Kise. It read: Tell your boyfriend that I will kill him if he ever hurts you! He’s taking you away from me :( #worstcousinever

Next message: also, how am i supposed to be your favorite cousin if you won’t even tell me WHO it is or show me a picture -_-

Next message: YOUR PARENTS KNOW AND NOT ME?! i'm telling your brothers.

You look up at Kagami with pleading eyes. He sighed, knowing what you were asking without any words.

“We’ll see him tomorrow at the tournament. I’d rather tell him to his face. Plus, I don’t need your brothers showing up to kill me.”

You nod, sending him a quick text saying: I only didn’t tell you because you’re 100 percent going to steal him away. He’s still playing in the basketball tournament tomorrow, so you’ll meet him then.

You sit your phone down, turning the ringer on silent as you refocus your attention on Kagami.

“Impress me tomorrow during the games, and I’ll wear it. If you don’t, you’ll have to wait until Christmas.”

The next day, you left Kagami’s apartment to hang out with Kise before his game since he wouldn’t stop complaining about never seeing you anymore unless there was school.

“Y/N-icchi! I’ve missed you so much!” Kise exclaimed as you walked up to him.

His team was shaking their heads at him, giving you a small wave since they’d seen you around quite a bit.

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” he questions as you both start walking into the stadium to watch some of the games.

“He’s scouting with his team, but he’ll drop by to see us before they warm up.”

Kise nods, “Who does he play for?”

“Not telling.”

“Do I already know him?”

“Not telling.”

“Come on,” he whines, “Give me something to work with here.”

“He’s taller than you,” you say blankly, “Now, shut up and watch the game.”

You took your bag off and sat it down as Kise reluctantly did the same as he muttered, “You’re so mean, Y/N-icchi.”

45 minutes later, you heard your name being called from behind you as Kagami jogged down the stairs.

“Do you have your phone on silent? I’ve been calling you like crazy!”

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, noticing five missed calls from him and six from your mom. “My mom is going to murder me!”

“No, she’s not,” he laughed, squatting down to get out of the way of people watching the game as he continued, “She’s here. She wanted to see where you were sitting. She said that you told her about my games today and decided to come earlier to see me play before Kise did.”

As soon as he said Kise’s name, the life drained out of both of your faces.

“So you’re the boyfriend,” Kise leaned forward, trying to be intimidating.

“Kise, be nice.”

“You’re dating one of my rivals, Y/N-icchi! That’s so low.”

Intimidation factor: gone.

You rolled your eyes, “We were dating before you even knew he existed!”

“You’ve only been dating for like two months!”

“Kise, it’s been a year!” you hissed back.

Kagami watched the two of you bicker in amusement.

Kuroko’s voice brought the three of you back to reality. “Kagami! It’s time to head to the court.”

“Right,” he nodded, looking at you.

“Good luck,” you smile.

“I don’t need luck. You’re here.” He gives you a quick kiss.

Kise fake gags and you elbow him in the side as Kagami walks off.

“Oi! Kagamicchi!” Kise said, returning to a threatening state. “If you hurt her, I swear to make your life hell. You don’t know much about her brothers but they are twice my size and ten times scarier, so make wise decisions.”

Kagami's eyes widened as he nodded and rushed off to meet the rest of his team.

“Also, I’m glad you finally told me after I’ve had to act clueless for months. You never come to my practice games, but you show up at our one against Seirin. Then, somehow Kagami and you run into each other outside before his team leaves. Learn to keep better secrets.”

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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years ago

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Hello! In your opinion, which clones would most to least likely love an s/o who is submissive and a pillow princess in bed?

This is a fantastic thirst thot, please enjoy this random stream of consciousness I wrote lmao 😌

Okay so in my horny brain, I believe that most (if not all) of the clones can be switches and don’t necessarily NEED their partner to be super submissive (but maybe that’s just because I want to top all of them, thx vee). But here are the ones would be more appreciative of a pillow princess (aka they tend to top more often than not and don’t mind if you just lie there and let them take care of you):

Cody - pretty self-explanatory, he even tries to top from the bottom sometimes, so he loves pillow princesses

Wolffe - pft do I even need to explain

Fives - even though he’s a fucking bratty bottom most of the time, he loves pillow princesses bc it’s the only time he can be FULLY in control. Otherwise it’s a total power-play until he finally gives up and becomes the pillow princess lmao

Hunter - even though he’s definitely more on the submissive side, I also see him as a big service top because he gets so lost in the feeling (and sight) of you coming undone from his touch that he could probably cum just from getting you off... so yeah he loves pillow princesses

Rex - he loves to service top too and he struggles with power-play or brat taming, so he’d rather you just lie back and relax instead of being bratty or playing for power

Dogma - he's a big switch, but he fucking loves it when you just let him be in control and let him take care of you. He fucking worships your body, so you don’t even have to move a muscle

Tup - he just loves taking care of you and will do his damn best to make you fall apart with minimal effort from your part

Okay there are probably a bunch more I am missing but my brain is turning to goo just thinking about this, so let’s move onto the ones who like pillow princesses the least (but this doesn’t mean they don’t like them AT ALL)

Fox - unpopular opinion but I hc that the man is so stressed and tired all the time that he likes when you put in some of the work (ahem and when you top him)

Tech - I hc him as very shy in bed, more of the submissive type so I feel like (at least in the beginning) he would need a lot of guidance from you

Wrecker - don’t get me wrong, he LOVES taking care of you but... he’s very often the bottom because you have to take things slow with how big he is, so he likes when you’re the one in control of depth, pace, etc.

Fives - okay LISTEN, he had to be on both sides because that’s how much of a bratty switch he is, alright. I know it doesn’t make sense but just accept it. Okay fine, think about it this way: he kinda just melts into a puddle when you’re pegging him... that’s all I’ll say for now

Aaaand that’s all I can come up with for now, please feel free to send more thots about who y’all think would fit in these categories

#anon you really don't know how much this thot ruined me #bc fuck i would love to be a pillow princess for any of these men #just as much as i would love to top all of them hehe #thirst thots

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CW: angst, smut but not super filthy smut (medium filth?), bad language

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Nina fidgeted as dug into her pocketbook for her keys to her parents’ house. It was time for Sunday dinner, the one meal a week that she wasn’t responsible for cooking and therefore, Nina never missed it. Cooking was not her forte and Nina had no problems with that. However, this Sunday dinner, she needed to talk to her family about their lives changing.

The smell of roast chicken filled the house and Nina took a deep sniff as she opened and closed the door. Aryanna and Dad were watching the late game aka hate-watching the Ravens vs Saints. The Steelers were playing on Monday night this week.

“Heey sweettart,” Vernon said, getting up to give his oldest daughter a hug.

Nina hugged her father back, holding him close for a second. “Hi Dad.”

“Oh no!”

Nina ended the hug, turning with her father towards the tv. Lamar Jackson had just run for a 20-yard touchdown. They all groaned; the Steelers needed the Ravens to lose as both teams were running neck to neck for the AFC North crown. As Nina got absorbed into the game, the situation with Sidney was still in the back of her mind.

Nina had talked to her mom earlier in the day, explaining everything to her mother, well everything but the sex. Tracey had listened with an open ear before telling her daughter not to make a decision over her potential happiness just because of how it could affect her family. Tracey had reminded Nina that Jason, while he was at UNC now, had been a 5-star tight end prospect and they dealt with the media when it was time for him to sign with a college.

After talking to her mom, Nina had taken a nap before coming to sunday dinner. As she watched the game, waiting to eat, Nina hoped for courage. However, she kept it to herself when it was time to eat, instead listening to Aryanna talk about school, her dad talk about his new position at work which meant that he wasn’t going to be going out on the road as much anymore. Nina shared some stories about her clients while Tracey talked about the switch to travel nursing over working in the hospital. But when it was over, Nina gulped and summoned her courage.

“So, I got news,” Nina started once dinner was over and dessert was served. She looked down at her glass of water. Before she could continue, Aryanna piped up. “Let me guess, you’re breaking up with Sidney Crosby because you’re a punk.”

“Aryanna!”

Nina glared at her little sister while Tracey reprimanded, “That was rude, little girl.”

“Sorry,” Aryanna muttered.

“Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted,” Nina said, “I have news. After thinking about it, talking to Sidney, and going over the pros and cons, I’ve decided to give him another chance.”

Tracey smiled as Aryanna shouted yes. Vernon looked at his daughter and carefully said, “Are you ready for it?”

Nina grimaced. “As ready as I can possibly. Are y’all?”

“We only want you to be happy, sweetie,” Tracey consoled. “Plus, I saw those pics of you two. He’s smitten.”

Nina groaned while Aryanna laughed. Vernon added, “We were already planning to move soon anyway. We’ve been looking at homes in South HIlls and we just closed on a house in Mt. Lebanon.”

“Oh wow. When was I going to find out,” Nina said with a smirk. She knew her parents had been thinking of moving for a while but the market had been super hot for a long time. Before she had moved into her current apartment, Nina had heard of the different arguments her parents had about moving to different areas. But before they could find somewhere, someone else would snap it up.

Tracey grinned. “We weren’t going to say anything until we closed because of how long it took to find somewhere. It’s taken almost two years and we even saved enough to offer forty percent as a down payment. It’s a fixer-upper though but it has a bigger backyard for my garden and the schools are better.”

“What are you going to do with this house,” Nina asked before taking a bite of her sweet potato pie. Fuck, she wished she could bake and cook just so she could make herself sweet potato pie all of the time.

Vernon replied, “Probably sell. There are people looking to buy even though this area isn’t that great. ”

“I guess it’s settled. This is exciting though.”

Tracey snickered before looking at her husband. “I hope you are still excited when we need you to help pack, Ni-ni.”

Nina looked to her right before taking out her phone and sending a quick message. Free monday? 12pm?

She received a quick response. Yup, just tell me where to meet

Vernon casually commented, “I’m also looking at it this way; this is a practice for when Jason is in the NFL and becomes famous.”

“Good point,” Tracey said. “I can start practicing telling people no even more now.”

Nina laughed. “Looks like I have nothing to worry about then.”

The conversation switched to the Steelers game tomorrow night as they finished dessert.

Honestly, Sidney was a bit surprised to get a message from Nina so quickly. He had fully expected her to wait until Wednesday and he had been preparing himself for the worst possible outcome. As a competitor, prepping for each game meant learning his opponents’ strengths and weaknesses. Nina wasn’t his opponent but Sidney was now very aware of the power she had over him with just one look, let alone her touch or words.

Nina had asked to meet somewhere that wasn’t at their homes. Sidney suggested lunch but after looking at his schedule, he asked if Nina could maybe meet him at the Pens offices and then get lunch after. Fidgeting in the smaller conference room, Sidney began to worry that Nina wouldn’t show up when the clock showed that it was already five minutes past the time they agreed to. But then, Nina wasn’t the most on time person either so Sidney rationalized to himself, he should worry if it was fifteen minutes passed and she still wasn’t here.

Then outside the door, Sidney saw Nina talking with Evelyn, one of their PR mavens. They were having an animated discussion and Sidney smiled softly. Nina opened the door and grinned at him. “Hi Sid, sorry for being late.”

Evelyn waved at Sidney and he waved back. After Nina walked in, Evelyn peeped in and said, “I was just catching up with Nina since it’s been a while since she’s been here.”

Sidney nodded as Nina replied, “thank you so much for the advice, Evelyn, I will definitely use it!”

Evelyn waved goodbye before closing the door firmly. Nina chose a chair directly across from Sidney and sat down. There was a brief pause before Nina giggled. “Oh my God, you looked like you were about to die before I showed up.”

“Well, I had to remind myself that you’d show up but part of me still was worried because of everything in our last conversations,” Sidney replied.

The aura in the room turned serious as Nina bit her lip and folded her hands together. “Yeah, those conversations,” Nina started. “I like you a lot, Sidney Crosby, but… I hate this circus that surrounds you. I know that it’s something you can’t control but I hate it. But I realized, especially after talking to my mom, there’s nothing I can do about it now. My life’s forever changed.”

Sidney cleared his throat but Nina stopped him. “Let me finish, Sid because I can already tell you’re ready to make promises you can’t keep. So let me save both of us the headache.”

Sitting back, Sidney leaned in his chair. “What are your plans, pretty girl?”

“You have to get over being super private and claim me publicly. You want me to be yours, Mr. Crosby? Then you have to let the world know we are together. No are they or aren’t they bullshit.”

Nina glared at Sidney when she was done. Sidney flushed; part of him hated the idea of letting the world know more than they really needed to know about his personal life. At the same time, he already knew he was going to do whatever Nina asked him to, in his own way. “You know I don’t use social media,” Sidney began before trailing off. Then he smirked.

Nina casually said, “you’ll find a way.”

“I already figured it out,” Sidney drawled. “What else do you want, pretty girl?”

“No more surprise meet ups with people from the team, let me know ahead of time. Just like I’ll let you know ahead of time whenever I decide you should meet my fam.”

Sidney actually blushed while Nina arched an eyebrow. “I know I’m amazing but that was a bit uncomfortable when I think back. At least you didn’t abandon me to talk to your teammates and let me fend for myself.”

“I’m sorry, Nina,” Sidney apologized. He felt really bad now: he had been so excited that he really didn’t think about how Nina would have felt. Nina shrugged; it wasn’t that bad to be honest because Sidney stayed at her side, introduced her to everyone, and made sure she was included. But that didn’t mean she wanted him to continue doing that.

Nina smiled at Sidney and asked, “what do you think, Sid?”

Sidney scratched his jaw as he thought of his reply. It was relatively simple but it would also be life-changing for him. He finally said, “Yes, it all sounds good. But I have one thing?”

“What’s that?”

Sidney smirked as he looked Nina up and down. Nina rolled her eyes as she smiled. She could guess where his mind was, right in the gutter. But Sidney surprised her when he said, “Then let me spoil you. I have no problem claiming you publicly, but I want you to let me treat you like I’ve been wanting to treat you.”

Nina gave Sidney a bashful smile before looking to the side. “I’ll never say no to purses and shoes but I don’t want you to buy out the store-“

“I already know that, sweetheart,” Sidney firmly said, “but let me treat you like you deserve.”

“Okay, okay,” Nina conceded.

Sidney pushed his chair back, making space. Then he patted his lap. “Come ‘ere.”

Nina got out of her chair and sat on Sidney’s lap. “You know where we are,” she hissed even though she had obeyed him.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Sidney smiled. Smelling her coconut-vanilla scent, he realized how much he had missed her. “I know, I’m not going to do anything inappropriate, pretty girl. Just missed having you close to me.”

Sidney kissed the back of Nina’s neck, causing her to shiver. “Watch the postgame of our next game, Nina. Now, what do you want for lunch?”

“Um, honestly, I want Chipotle. I have to get back to work in about an hour so nothing fancy,” Nina replied.

Turning so that she was facing Sidney, she placed her index finger over his lips when he opened his mouth. “I forgot to add this earlier but I’m also going to say this now. I’m not quitting my job anytime soon. I’m going to finish my Ph.D. and if I decide to stop working, it’s because I plan to teach full-time. So, if you expect I’ll be waiting at home and living for you, now you know that’s not going to happen,” Nina stated.

Sidney opened his mouth to reply but the door opened. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you, Sidney!”

Nina squeaked in surprise and Sidney sighed. It was Brian Burke and Sidney was sure that it was probably something important but this wasn’t quite the moment where he wanted to see him.

Brian smiled. “It looks like you two have made up.”

Nina weakly waved. At first, she was going to move off of Sidney’s lap but his hand around her waist made that impossible. “I’d introduce myself but I figure I interrupted,” Brian continued.

“It’s okay, I was on my way to get lunch,” Nina replied.

Sidney added, “With me.”

“Don’t forget, you said you wanted to help with more planning for our pride game this season,” Brian reminded Sidney.

“Ohh, the pride game! You’re getting more involved in it? That’s awesome,” Nina exclaimed.

Sidney blushed as he smiled under Nina’s praise.

“Would you be interested in being involved, Nina,” Brian asked.

Nina paused for a second, her eyes wide. “Um, sure.”

“I can get your contact information from Sidney,” Brian asked.

Nina nodded as Sidney rubbed his hand up and down her back. Sidney said, “I’ll let you know,” as Brian closed the door.

Placing a hand over her face, Nina sighed. “Wow.”

“It’s fine. Look, your first volunteer project,” Sidney kidded.

“I need to eat.”

The game against the Isles had gone well. Sidney had tallied two assists and a goal in a 4-2 win after having a four game slump. Normally post-game interviews were a necessary evil but he was a bit nervous this time. Not because he knew they were going to ask about getting out of his slump, but because of what he was going to say.

The first couple of questions were easy softballs. Then Sidney was hit with the question that opened the door.

“Sidney, great breaking your slump. There were rumors that your personal life was affecting your game on the ice. What do you think about that?”

Sidney looked at the reporters, all ready for him to give a cliche. Instead, Sidney admitted the truth. “My personal life was affecting my game on the ice. But we’ve fixed our issues and I’m glad.”

There was a pause, as if the reporters didn’t know where to start. Sidney looked at one of the PR interns to the side. The intern gave him a slight smile and a quick thumbs up. Sidney decided to continue, “We prefer to keep our relationship private for now but she means a lot to me and is very important to my life. I will not be answering any more questions about my relationship at this moment.”

Luckily, the rest of the questions were about hockey but Sidney knew that his statement was going to be a big part of what everyone was going to talk about. Once back in the locker room, Geno gave Sidney a big grin. Tanger said, “You did it?”

“Yeah but I’m serious, I’m not going to answer a bunch of questions about my personal life,” Sidney replied. “Now though, every time we struggle, the dumbasses will start talking about it.”

Tanger grimaced as Geno said, “Fuck them.”

Guentzy laughed as he stated, “I agree with Geno. Fuck them.”

Sidney laughed as he pulled his shirt off before pulling off his pads. Sitting in his crocs, hockey pants and pads, Sidney pulled out his phone. There was just one message from the only person who’s opinion mattered to him, wow😍 .

Sidney replied back, made it official for u but in the way u wanted 😁😏

😘🥰 part of me can’t believe it but i’m happy u listened to me, was Nina’s reply.

Sidney texted, only 4 u, before finishing getting undressed so he could take a shower.

To be totally honest, Nina thought her life would have exploded the minute that Sidney admitted that he was seeing someone in the post-game conference after the Isles game. It wouldn’t take much to put 2 and 2 together, especially when she went out with Sidney and the Malkins to a popular Shadyside restaurant the day after. But things were relatively calmer.

There were still the nasty looks from other people, especially women when Nina was out by herself, running her everyday errands. But there were also people who seemed to defer to her and it felt so fucking weird. Like, if she wanted to, Nina felt like people were ready to let her do whatever she wanted because she was now Sidney Crosby’s girlfriend.

Nina bit her lip as she waited in line to pay for her groceries. Then someone bumped into her and it was Ron. “Hey Nina, long time no see.”

“Hi Ron,” Nina replied with a strained smile.

“Not everyday one sees their ex. Look at you, shopping like the rest of us. Your man ain’t ordering groceries for you.”

Nina resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She could feel the eyes of other people at Weis and she knew there were people looking for something to gossip about. Nina definitely didn’t want to give Ron the satisfaction of a reaction. She merely replied, “I have my own life I have to take care of on my own.”

“Oh wow, because I remember the way you two were looking at each other that time we went out on a date. Makes me think you were cheating on me with him,” Ron goaded.

Nina gave him a blank look. “We were long over, for almost three years, before I went out with Sidney. But you had two other women when we were a couple,” Nina stated with a shrug. “Anyway, it’s my turn to check out. Bye.”

Nina tuned Ron out as she checked out. The cashier commented, “That guy seems like a dick.”

“You live and you learn,” Nina replied with a smile as she paid, unaware that someone had uploaded video of that encounter to the internet.

Sidney gulped down his protein shake, home after practice. The season was starting well but he felt like the team could be better. Sidney wanted another cup, one more cup and he felt like this was the year. Then his phone buzzed and he saw it was his mom.

“Hi Mom,” Sidney said, sitting on his sofa. He had some time before he needed to get ready for tonight and it was always good to talk to his mother.

Trina chirped, “Hi Sidney, how are you?”

“I’m doing good, short practice today before our game against New Jersey tomorrow,” Sidney idly replied as he turned his tv on. Flipping through Netflix, he chose an episode of How I Met Your Mother.

He could hear his mother’s smile through the phone when she teased, “Your father told me you told the press that you are seeing someone last week. Is it that girl you kept talking about over the years?”

Sidney giggle-honked before admitting, “Yes, it is. I’m finally dating Nina.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea? This is something totally different for you,” Trina asked, concerned. Her son had a relationship with Kathy but this situation with this new girl was something totally different. Part of her was worried that since Sidney had wanted this girl for so long, that he was diving into this without really thinking about it.

Sidney replied, “You sound like Nina.”

“Hmm, I do?”

“Yep, Mom, you did,” Sidney said, “Nina wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for a long time but I managed to convince her it was.”

Trina was still feeling skeptical. From what she knew, this girl was from the area, a fan of the team, a different race, and had worked for the team for a period of time. It was possible she could be playing the long game. “Is she there with you now?”

Knowing her son, Trina was convinced that Nina was already living with her son. Her son, when he decided he wanted something, went all out to get it. She was surprised when Sidney said, “No, she’s at work, then she has class.”

“Class,” Trina asked, her tone perking up. This sounded interesting.

Sidney informed his mother, “Nina decided to get a PhD in rehabilitation science this year. She works as a physical therapist.”

“That sounds interesting, isn’t that how you met her,” Trina idly said. The door opened and Troy stepped in. Trina put her finger to her mouth to shush her husband.

Sidney scratched his head, wondering where his mother was going with these questions. “Yes. Nina works somewhere else totally different now. But she’s looking into becoming a professor after guest lecturing at, I think, Pitt.”

Trina raised her eyebrows. That was interesting information. Switching the conversation to more mundane subjects, Trina filed that information in the back of her head. It sounded like this Nina was a bit more well-rounded than she thought.

Sidney sighed when he hung up on his mother. That conversation felt like one thing but he could sense there was another undercurrent. Then he received a picture message from Nina and his mind went straight to the gutter. Sidney sighed; it was going to be a long night.

“You look very nice.”

Nina smiled as she replied, “Thank you,” to the guest.

It was kind of last minute, this dinner that Nina found herself invited to. It was thrown by Nathalie and most of the top brass of the Penguins were here as well as Sidney, the Letangs, and the Malkins. Because Sidney had gone public with their relationship, Nina had found herself suddenly invited. Luckily for her, Nina already had an appropriate cocktail dress for the occasion.

Her dress was black with an asymmetrical one shoulder with a bow but it came to just above knee level. Nina’s heels were gold, an impulse purchase several months ago that she was happy to have. The outfit was classy, understated, and definitely Penguins colors.

Sidney seemed to like it as well from the way his arm stayed possessively around Nina’s waist whenever possible. At least it wasn’t a public event; the possessiveness would have looked bad. But because it was informal and in a private room at PPG arena, Sidney was able to get away with it.

The length was a blessing and a curse. A blessing that it meant that Sidney couldn’t try to do any funny business during dinner but a curse in that the more he touched her, the more Nina wanted him. By the end of the night, it was obvious that Sidney was getting close to losing his cool and Nina was loving it.

As soon as they got into the car at the end of the night, Sidney pounced. His lips touched hers, demanding and devouring as he kissed her. Then abruptly, Sidney let go. “You'd been torturing me all night in that little black dress. So sexy, the way it showed off my pretty girl’s body.”

Sidney already knew that Nina was perfect in every way anyway. However, as soon as he saw her step in with that black dress and gold heels, it took every ounce of media training and self-control for Sidney not to strip it off of her and fuck her right there. Right now, he was glad that he hired a car after this event.

Sidney didn’t even do anything in the car other than keep his hand on Nina’s thigh. The difference was that he told Nina every filthy thing he planned to do to her once he got her home. Nina wiggled on the seat, her legs shifting as Sidney whispered what he planned to do to her. It was insane, what he could do to her with his words.

Nina had expected Sidney to push her against the wall when they got back to his place but instead, he just guided Nina to the kitchen before taking out two glasses. Picking out a wine, Sidney poured two glasses.

“I’ve missed you in my bed but I’m patient,” Sidney stated, his hands palming Nina’s ass before giving both cheeks a smack. Then Sidney picked up the glasses of wine and passed one to Nina.

Nina smirked. “I’m not,” she said as she took a sip.

“Can’t be patient for me, pretty girl?”

Nina shrugged as she took another sip. Then she delicately licked a drop that was on her lower lip, causing Sidney to visibly grunt and shudder. “Maybe,” Nina finally replied.

“Good.”

Sidney sat down in a chair and patted his lap. Nina sat on his lap, the hem of her dress riding up. “Did you have a good time?”

“I actually did for something that was pretty last minute. Don’t ask me if I remember everyone’s name yet.”

“That’s okay,” Sidney reassured Nina. “No one expects you to remember everyone, yet.”

Nina snorted before taking another sip of her wine. Idly, Sidney added, “Fuck, I love this dress.”

“Maybe if you move your hands higher underneath it, you’ll get a surprise,” Nina taunted. Licking her lips, she winked.

Unable to resist a challenge, Sidney moved his hand higher and higher. Then he whistled when he realized Nina’s surprise. “You went commando all night and didn’t tell me?”

“I’m lucky this dress was lined so well that no one could tell,” Nina admitted. “But it was worth it.”

“How,” Sidney asked as his hand touched Nina’s pussy. She was already wet.

Nina smirked. “Because I knew if you found out tonight, the look on your face would have been priceless.”

Sidney ignored that statement as he stroked Nina’s core with his fingers. Rolling her clit with his fingers, Sidney hissed at the idea that Nina was here, with him tonight. His pretty girl, perfect in his lap. "I love how wet you get for me, pretty girl."

"Only for you, daddy," Nina moaned as she clutched his shoulders. Sidney growled at her words, her pussy clenching harder on his fingers.

Suddenly, Sidney picked Nina up and placed her on the table. Nina smiled as she hiked up her dress and spread her legs. Sidney licked his lips. “We’re gonna see how many times you cum for me tonight, pretty girl.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” Nina moaned as his mouth met her core.

Sidney woke, at first disoriented because someone else was in his bed and curled up on top of him. Then he realized it was Nina and he relaxed. Her head was on top of his chest, one arm on him as she slept on her side. Carefully extracting himself, Sidney went to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he watched Nina continue to sleep, now curled into herself. Sidney took a quick picture, it was so cute. However, after taking the picture, he checked his messages. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

Nina opened her eyes slowly, her body deliciously sore after last night. Stretching out her arms, she sleepily asked, “What’s wrong, Sid?”

“Seems like someone has something against you, pretty girl,” Sidney said, suppressing his fury.

Nina’s eyes snapped open, sleep now forgotten. Sitting up, she queried, “What happened?”

“There's a video of you with some guy at a market.”

Grimacing, Nina sighed. “I ran into Ron while getting groceries. He was being a jagoff asshole.”

“You don’t look bad at all, PR thinks you handled it perfectly.”

Nina got off the bed and walked over to Sidney. Wrapping her arms around him, she pleaded, “Fuck him and fuck whoever took video.”

Snuggling into Sidney’s chest, Nina nipped one of his nipples. “Plot your revenge later, Sid. It’s eight am and I know you have a maintenance day today. Come back to bed.”

“‘Come back to bed?’ You know this is my bed,” Sidney joked. His anger was going away each second that Nina was pressed against him, her lips giving him little kisses and bites on his upper body.

Nina looked up at Sidney, giving him soulful eyes. “Please, daddy?”

Trailing her hands around his neck, Nina murmured, “I’ve been so good. Please?”

“Fuck, how can I say no,” Sidney groaned as Nina giggled. Picking her up, he tossed her on the bed.

Scooting back, Nina spread her legs as Sidney settled in the middle of them. “I love the way you fuck me, Sidney.”

Sidney smirked, his brown eyes smoldering as he crouched over Nina. “Oh do you?”

“Yes, I do,” Nina hummed, her fingers tugging on his chain. “You should do it again.”

Sidney settled between Nina’s thighs, pulling her legs around his waist. His lips lowered to hers in a gentle kiss. Slow and drugging, enough to make both of them red hot for each other, full of promise. Pulling away, Sidney nipped Nina’s lower lip. Nina sucked her lip into her mouth, her brown eyes meeting Sidney’s. Cupping Nina’s chin, Sidney reminded her, “How do you ask, pretty girl?”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” Nina asked, her body arching towards his. “Make me yours.”

“Good girl.”

Nina tried hard not to feel self-conscious as she made her way to the ice-level with Aryanna, Catherine and her children, and Anna with Nikita. It had been a week since that awful article with video from her interaction with Ron. It had been set up to make Nina look like a gold digging whore and it hurt to have guys, guys she had only gone out with once or twice, say things that made her seem horrible. Nina hadn’t admitted that part to Sid when he was in a fury about it. Lauren had reminded Nina that men tend to be assholes about women that they couldn’t have and that Nina was way beyond their level even before her current relationship.

Even though Nina had distracted Sidney that morning, by the afternoon, that article was off the internet. A radio host had mentioned it and then within an hour, issued an apology for talking about it. However, it was forgotten pretty quickly as more people cared about the Steelers potentially staying undefeated with a game coming up against the Browns.

Nina smiled as they reached the ice. The team was doing warm-ups and Sidney was in the midst of his pregame rituals. She actually had more enjoyment from watching Aryanna react to watching the guys on the ice. Tanev gave the glass near them an ice shower while Geno and Kris had greeted Nina and Aryanna while saying hi to their families. Then, very unexpectedly, Sidney broke one of his traditions and came over. Giving the glass a small shower, Sidney waved at Aryanna before smirking at Nina. Nina smirked back before giving Sid a little wave.

As people took pictures of Sid waving to her, Nina smiled. She could live with this, maybe. ‘No, that was a lie’, Nina thought as they made their way to the family box. She was going to have to live with this now, it was too far gone to go back. And she didn’t want to.

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