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Dinner Date Chapter 33

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. A prickly, generally asocial girlfriend, but they make it work. They have more in common than some people might think.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 33: The Homemaking Sort

Chapter Summary: It’s not too hard to make a house a home. As long as you don’t overthink it.

Chapter Word Count: 2095

A/N: I thought I was almost done with this days ago, but editing it took way too long. I wanna say next chapter will be easier but stuff actually happens in that one and I don’t wanna jinx myself so [fingers crossed]. For now, enjoy the fluff!

Steve’s job was bullshit sometimes, and over the past few weeks it had been back-to-back-to-back-to-back bullshit, where he would pop back home for a bit and then immediately pop back out. Sometimes this was expected, and sometimes he had been sitting on my couch for thirty minutes and we were just working into a really great session of ‘I haven't spent any quality time with you let’s see if we can get through the night completely attached at the mouth’ and making a truly great go of it when his fucking phone rang again.

Not that I was bitter or anything.

In any case, we were making do the best we could in a situation that Steve couldn’t talk about but which seemed to give him deeper creases on his face and a frown that wouldn’t go away.

And so, I was struck with a great idea.

Okay, maybe not a great idea, but it was a pretty good idea. Decent. Or maybe it was terrible. No, it probably wasn’t terrible because even if it all went wrong, I could still fix it at least–

In any case. I had an idea.

Said idea made me stop off at a grocery store right after work, but I had a very specific list for this trip, and the shop I picked was on the way to Steve’s apartment, so it worked as well as it could. The ‘potentially terrible’ part of the plan was the part where I had to cook, which was normally not recommended. Thankfully, though, this particular recipe was a fairly easy soup I had made several times before, so I knew it was good, easy, predictable time-wise, and, most importantly, me-proof.

As soon as I had the ingredients and a couple of loaves of really good bread from a nearby bakery, I scurried over to Steve’s apartment and…let myself in. With the key he had given me. It was more thrilling than I wanted to admit, and the feeling helped buoy me through the initial panic of not knowing where he would keep a stockpot, which turned into, ‘fuck, what if he doesn’t have one,’ but thankfully my Depression-era boy came through, and I was able to start making the soup without any further issue.

Once everything was chopped, poured, and cooking away on the stove, I checked the clock, but I still had plenty of time before he came home. I just had to let him know not to stop at my place.

Me: I’m rummaging through your sock drawer Steve: I keep the good pin-ups in with the tank tops

I…stopped what I was doing to go check. And found only disappointment.

Me: It’s not nice to lie to your girlfriend >:( Steve: Wait Steve: You’re serious? Me: Well I WAS lying about the sock drawer Me: But if you tell me there’s old-timey porn hanging out with your undershirts of course I’m going to go check Steve: That’s fair Steve: What are you doing in my apartment? Steve: Anything fun? ;)

I rolled my eyes. But I did file that thought away for another time.

Me: Nothing I’d call fun Me: Otherwise– it’s a surprise Steve: A surprise???

Oh shit, three question marks. He was excited.

Me: Lower your expectations Me: It’s nothing special Me: Expect an empty kitchen and me passed out on your couch snoring and covered in crumbs Steve: Still a better sight than I’d get otherwise :)

I smiled to myself and turned back to the stove, stirring with newfound determination. This was not going to suck.

I hoped.

I’d gotten a warning text when Steve got close, but my stomach still flipped when I heard the lock turn and the door crack open. I kept my attention on the stove even as I heard him walk in. He didn’t say anything though, and I swallowed my fear. “Hey,” I said and, despite having no idea how he was, one way or the other, I turned to face him. “Welcome home.”

He stared for a few seconds more, from the stove to me and back and forth again (which was maybe a little insulting) but then he smiled. And that smile grew and grew and kept getting bigger as he walked towards me, and part of me was embarrassedly thankful I didn’t have to see just how big it could get before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a tight hug. He dropped his head next to mine and hunched so he could press his forehead to my shoulder. “This is the best homecoming ever,” he said emphatically.

I put my hand on the back of his neck. “The soup might suck. You haven't even tasted it yet.”

He huffed a laugh. “I don’t care.” He kissed the side of my neck and stood back up fully, looking just as happy as he looked exhausted (which was quite). “It’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“You're a shit liar,” I reminded him.

“Exactly,” he said and kissed my nose.

I turned away and covered my face. “You fucking dork–”

He laughed and pulled gently at my hands. “Let me see that smile…”

“I’m not smiling; you’re embarrassing,” I said, but I was smiling as I playfully pushed him away. “Go change and then sit; I’ll bring everything over.”

But he didn’t leave, and the way he looked at me– and around– and back at me– made me pause. There was something sad in his expression. “Steve?”

He paused, but shook his head. “It’s stupid,” he said. “Can’t I help with anything?”

He sounded genuine about it, and he was weird like that, so I looked around and took stock of what I had going on. “Um…” I turned back to him. “Get changed and wash your hands and you can cut up the bread. I wanna make sure the soup doesn’t taste like gravel.”

He leaned over me and inhaled from the pot. He let out a little satisfied, “Mmm,” before pulling back. “Sure doesn’t smell like gravel.”

“Oh good, glad I hid the rocks and dirt well enough.” I made a shooing motion at him. “Scoot. Before I eat all the bread.”

It was enough to get him going, and he must have dressed in record time because it felt like less than a minute before I heard the bathroom sink running. In there, at least, he didn’t skimp on the time, and when he came back in, he was dressed in comfy clothes, and with his drooping eyes, he looked almost impossibly tired. I glanced at the soup. “You know, I sometimes make this when I don’t want to have to think about dinner for a week,” I said. “It keeps really well; maybe–”

“No,” he said and straightened up, stubborn as he was. He even blinked his eyes into opening more, which he then used to give me a devastatingly sad look. “I’m really hungry, and I really want to eat it fresh.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, a little taken aback by his effusiveness. “Then, how about you dish the bowls instead? I don’t know that I trust you with a knife right now.”

He went, got the serrated knife from the block, and silently went to work on one of the loaves. I did not miss the smug glance he shot at me. I rolled my eyes. “You are such a jerk,” I said, but I started dishing out the bowls. I made sure to get all I would need for my serving, knowing Steve would be up and down getting seconds and thirds and– well, if it wasn’t still hot, I would have been tempted to just bring the whole damn pot over for him.

“You love it,” he said.

“My taste is almost as deplorable as yours,” I said, not really paying attention as I put his maybe-too-full-bowl aside for when I could grab it with both hands. Which was good, because I almost jumped when he was so suddenly right next to me, grabbing my bowl out of my hands and setting it aside. I turned to look at him and– he was so serious. “Steve?”

He swallowed. “I’m sorry,” he said and slipped his arm around me. “I guess I’m just a little sensitive right now. Even when the mean things you say are about you.”

“Okay.” Not like we hadn’t had that discussion a time or two (or thousand) before, and I knew when to leave it. I turned to face him and put my arms up and clasped my hands behind his neck. “What’s wrong? Remember, it’s mean to lie to your girlfriend. Just putting that out there.”

He gave a brief chuckle and even briefer smile. But he didn’t look discontent as he pulled my hips in so that our bodies were pressed together. “Honestly? Right now, I feel really good,” he said, and kissed me. “It’s been a long week and coming home today just…especially feels like coming home, you know?” He then smiled a bit and teased, “Though I did wonder what alternate universe I walked into when I came in to see you cooking…”

I snorted. “Well, don’t get used to it. I’m not the wif–” shitshitshit, “–h-homemaking–” worst save ever, “–sort.” I swallowed hard and looked at his chest, unwilling to see his face in the moment. I didn’t know what had possessed me to say it like that. “But…you’ve been working especially hard, and soup is something even I can do.”

“You do a lot.” He tilted my chin up and kissed me and, thankfully, didn’t mention the weird-ass slip. “Thank you.” He pulled back. “I’ll finish the bread.”

“Don’t ruin it by cutting yourself,” I said as I started to take the drinks and napkins to the breakfast bar. “Any blood you get on the bread, you’ll be eating.”

“Thanks for that appetizing thought.”

“It’s incentive.”

He did manage to get through the loaves without spilling any blood, and the night passed like any other. Except for when he conked out and I had a mini-crisis about almost referring to myself as a ‘wife,’ even in the negative. Because I really, really wasn’t the wife-y type, and even now it wasn’t something I could ever imagine happening, so I wondered what had possessed me to (almost) say it.

Maybe it was weird. People always talked about partners like they intended to one day settle down permanently, and if not, then they knew they were playing the field. I was…neither. Marriage really wasn’t something I thought about. On the other hand, while I never really thought too far in the future about anything, (too concerned with just making it day to day), if I did actively stretch my thoughts out, I couldn’t imagine life without Steve anymore. I didn’t want to imagine that.

Of course disaster was always a possibility, in anything– and I had to pull my thoughts back from the many possible disastrous turns our lives could take– but if we carried on, and nothing terrible happened, then I wanted to stay with Steve for as long as he would have me. Was it weird, then, that marriage wasn’t something I actively desired? I just wanted to be like this, him and me, maybe forever. Ring or no ring.

I turned on my side and watched him, face slack in sleep, and relaxed at how utterly out he was. I slipped my hand over the one he had flopped onto the pillow. His other arm was loosely draped over my side, like it almost always was when we slept together.

Even without marriage, we were as stuck together as any devoted couple, and I didn’t doubt that Steve wouldn’t leave without a damn good reason. And vice versa. I’d just had a stupid slip of the tongue that didn’t really mean anything; people dated for years without bringing marriage up and I was just getting in my head about it. If Steve didn’t care about it, then I wouldn’t have to either, and if he suddenly did, we would just have a talk about it, he’d accept it wasn’t right for me right now, and we’d continue on as normal.

Steve grunted in his sleep and the arm he had loose over me suddenly curled to pull me closer. I smiled, shut my eyes, and exhaled some of the last tension I held, drifting off with the certainty that neither of us were going anywhere.

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#steve rogers x reader #captain america fanfic #avengers fanfic #captain america reader insert #avengers reader insert #dinner date

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vomitlover-art · 11 months ago

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Art Summary 2023 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Last new years i got really down because every artist I knew was doing year recaps. I decided to avoid that this year, I was gonna try to draw at least one thing every month. I was able to do it thank gosh gdkjfnghjf.

I wasn't able to do an excellent piece every month- sometimes just a sketch. Maybe that should be goal 2024? I'll try to make a really good piece every month.

Here is my favorite art of every month. Thank you for enjoying my art this year aaaaaaaaa thanku thanku aaaaaaaaa

January

Didn't start off strong really. Best thing I did this month was a sketchpage of Q. The campaign she's in started in January and has been going strong since =w=

February

I couldn't design between the two aack. The first was a lil sketch I did when I first started dating Cam. She said she wanted to watch me draw and I couldn't think of anything, so I just started putting together something mechanical aack. You can tell I kinda got tired after just drawing the head .-.

Second was when I was still super into Bocchi. Still am, just haven't drawn any fanart in a while gkfdjhnjgff.

March

"Recipes for Strawberry Jam" was my absolute favorite thing to work on all year I think. This specific page took so long but it all worth it. It was my first serious foray into making a comic, using color, and trying out weird perspectives and I think it worked out so well. I'm really hoping to do more soon =w=

April

This is around the time I switched my sketch paper to a more grey-color rather than a yellow-ish tone aack. I later switch it again to stark white. Road Queen~

May

I drew one (1) thing in May. May is always the worst part of the year aaaa. It starts to get hot again and because I live in the desert that means that life is suddenly unbearable and I have to Deal with all of that.

June

Ultravex! Everyone loves Ultravex =w=

One of the best xenobiology pieces I put together aack. I love designing animals that are fucked up and horrible.

July

Thricefold Judged.

August

Another sketch month. Summer sucks aa

September

Sketch this month, all in prep for Inktober \o/

October

It's hard to pick a fave for inktober, but it's probably the Lavender piece =w=

It was really calming and nice to take my time and work out individual details. I feel weird describing my own art gkjdnhfj I just. liked this one aaa

November

I made a lot of Maleghast necros this month. Was a little sad I didn't get more comms for Deadsouls Necros. It was my favorite one to make ghkfjdhnjgf

December

I was really happy to be able to make a necromancer for the Archivists homebrew house aack. I honestly didn't draw much in Decemeber except for. A lot of vent art I'd rather not share and nsfw art I don't wanna share aack. Almost fumbled it all at the end aaa

This was the first year I made like, any significant living off of commissions. I hope to continue growing next year. Thank you sincerely for following me. It's a little... nerve wracking, but I'm glad to have people aack. I'd like to keep working like this- making art on commissions and ko-fi supporters, and everything helps. It's always been my dream to scrape a living from my art, so, thank you. aaaaaaa

#thank you.#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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nero-vanderwolf · 4 months ago

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August 21, 2010

Tatsumi Port Memorial Hospital

“...Hey, guys.”

Junpei sits down in the cold plastic chair beside the twins. Their heart monitors beep in unison like always. Their chests rise and fall in unison like always. There’s no response from either of them. Like always.

“Uh... Just wanted to catch you two up. Akihiko and Shinjiro-senpai moved out of the dorms and got an apartment. After Ken finishes out elementary school, he and Koro-chan are gonna move in with ‘em.”

He pauses. He doesn’t know why, it’s not like they’ll suddenly open their eyes and listen to him. He isn’t even sure if they can hear him now.

“Yuka-tan is the head of the archery club now. She says it gets pretty stressful sometimes, but I think she enjoys it anyways. Y’know... It’s kinda funny. She told me she only joined so she could fight Shadows, but she’s stayin’ in the club anyways.”

Another pause. Another moment of crippling realisation that they may never hear him again. Another deep breath.

“Uh- I brought my grades up! Y’know, I think all that shit with the Fall kinda helped get my head outta my ass. I may not like studying or homework, but sometimes you gotta grit your teeth and do the crap you don’t wanna do. Like fight Shadows.”

He laughs. It doesn’t sound right to his own ears. It grates at his throat. How dare he laugh, how dare he joke, when the two people he cared about most, who sacrificed themselves for him and the others, lay there hooked up to machines just to survive?

How dare he be anything at all when there are others who have suffered more?

...He recalls something Kotone told him once, while he was grieving Chidori so long ago.

“You held her dear to you, and she traded her life for yours. That’s not something to be taken lightly, or joked about. You’re allowed to grieve, Junpei, and if you don’t give yourself the time to process and mourn, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

He held the twins dear to him. Still does, really. They traded their lives for his, and the others’. It’s hard to make jokes about it, even after all these months. But he’s allowed to grieve- allowed to mourn their lives and the crushing fact that they had used themselves as a barrier between Nyx and the world.

If he didn't take his time like this, someone from S.E.E.S would kick his sorry ass. Probably Shinjiro-senpai and all his terrifying, comforting glory.

“What else... Oh, yeah! Fuuka has gotten way better at cooking. Honestly, it’s kinda a shame you guys can’t taste her cooking- Shinjiro-senpai might have some serious competition soon! Well- okay, maybe not, but I’m serious! She’s, like, taken over Shinjiro-senpai’s role since he left.”

Junpei chuckles, remembering when she was first learning to cook. She had accidentally set the dorm kitchen on fire, and made it worse by throwing water on the grease. Now, she could easily whip up whatever someone was craving, and had made Shinjiro-senpai proud when she (successfully) improvised a recipe.

“There... Isn’t really that much left to say. Aigis misses you two a lot, but since we’re all gonna be so busy, we won’t be able to visit for a while. So once we’re all settled, and we have some time, we’ll visit again. Okay? Take care, dudes. Love ya.”

There’s still time left in visitation, he could stay and talk about him following his baseball dreams, or Mitsuru and Yukari finally getting their heads out of their asses and getting together, or Ken asking him if he knows any other words for ‘Dad’ for “no reason in particular”.

But he leaves it all unsaid. He’ll tell them next time he sees them. He promised, after all.

THE PREVIOUS KOTONE AND JUNPEI INTERACTION FIC IS RELATED TO THIS ONE HOLY SHIT!!!!!! KOTONE TELLING JUNPEI ITS OK TO GRIEVE IS REAL!!!! AGHHGHGHHHHAHAHHHH..... AND AKISHINJI MOVING IN WITH KEN AND KOROMARU!!! THE FAMILY!!!!!! aghhh but also junpei being scared of losing the twins. he'd probably be scared considering everything that's happened. so many people died and junpei is probably most scared since he lost chidori.... aaaghhh............

#nero answers #stars-and-loops #persona #persona series #persona spoilers #persona series spoilers #persona 3 #p3 #persona 3 spoilers #p3 spoilers #junpei iori #kotone shiomi #minako arisato #makoto yuki #minato arisato

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 7 months ago

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Help! I don't exist in this universe!

Summary: Luna and Ámbar were just trying out a new drink and suddenly, Felicity arrives. And it's not Nina in disguise, no, this is legitimately Felicity as her own person! Felicity takes with them on a journey through different universes, where in every new one, something is different. New partners, new life situations, even completely other children that they have, or don't have. It gets extremely odd and life-questioning... send help.

This is KIND OF a sequel to a Violetta oneshot I did a while ago, where essentially the same thing happened. I'm not saying you need to read it before this, especially if you have only seen SL and not Violetta, but if you HAVE seen Violetta too, it would be fun if you checked it out too after you finished this one. I'm gonna link it in the end notes. Again, not a requirement as this can stand on its own, but I do make some references to it in this.

Ámbar sat on the couch, watching her daughter run around laughing, as Luna chased her.

"I'm gonna get you!" Luna exclaimed. "Oh? Where are you? There you are!" She lifted the 1 year old up, blowing raspberries on her.

"Mama!" another toddler shouted. It was Luna's own daughter, that ran from behind the curtain where she had... just been behind for a little while.

"Hi!" Luna said. She then sniffed on Ámbar's daughter. "Oof, you don't smell good! Here you go, Ámbar, go change your kid."

"No, thanks, the couch is so cozy."

Luna rolled her eyes, as she looked down on her own daughter. "You need a change too, young lady."

"Do not!" her daughter exclaimed.

"What were you doing behind the curtain, then? Come on, I'll change you and Lilith at the same time."

"Don't want mama!"

Luna raised her eyebrows. "Mama can't change you?"

"No!"

"Then who can change you?"

"Ámbar can!"

Luna chuckled. "You heard her, Ámbar. Let's make a deal, I change your kid and you change mine."

Ámbar stood up. "Alright. It's time for their... n-a-p, anyway."

"Right."

As Luna and Ámbar both inherited the mansion, it was only natural that they'd eventually raise their separate children there. There was plenty of room for it. Luna adopted a little girl named Lucia just a year back. Soon after, Ámbar and Simón welcomed their first child to the world, and named her Lilith. The five of them now lived kind of like a big happy family, helping out with each other's kids.

After changing their daughters, they put them down for naps. Sometimes, this could be a struggle, but this time, the toddlers just fell asleep immediately.

Ámbar and Luna made a silent high five and walked out.

"So, what do you wanna do now when we get an hour of quiet time?" Luna asked.

"Hm... I kinda want a drink," Ámbar admitted.

Both snickered.

"I just remembered!" Luna exclaimed. "Ada sent me a recipe for some 'witch brew' that her sister had made."

"Why are you still in contact with Ada?"

"She dated Nico, Nico is part of the Roller Band, I am an honorary member of the Roller Band!"

"But... she broke up with Nico like 4 months after they moved to New York."

"So?"

"So... you know what, nevermind! She sent you a 'witch brew' that Eva made?"

"No, not Eva. Her other sister!"

"Oh my god, are they triplets?"

"No, no... there's five sisters in total, and this is their older sister who is a witch, or at least aspires to be one."

Ámbar stared at her with confusion. ”Why… do you know this information?”

”I remember people’s family details when they tell them to me.”

"Fair enough... so, have you made this 'witch brew'?"

"Yes. Simón helped me because he didn't trust that I'd make it correctly." She opened the fridge and brought out a bottle.

"Have you tried it yet?" Ámbar asked.

"No, it was supposed to be in the fridge for 22 hours at least. We can try it now!"

They poured up two glasses.

"Cheers!" they exclaimed, as they took sips.

"Hm..." Ámbar said, "It doesn't taste bad, but it doesn't taste much."

"I agree..."

"And yet, I feel... dizzy?"

"Same here! And we only took a sip."

Suddenly, there was a flashing light, and there was this weird humming sound like something from another world.

Suddenly, a new person was in the room. It was a person they knew, but they were surprised of her attire. She also sat on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs, which was not like her.

"Nina?" Luna asked. "What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like Felicity?"

"And why do you still look like you're 17...?" Ámbar chimed in.

"Oh, because I'm not Nina, I am Felicity!" Felicity explained, and got down from the kitchen counter.

"... what..." Ámbar mumbled.

Felicity pulled her own hair. "See! No wig. Try it."

Ámbar aggressively pulled her hair, although Felicity did not seem to be so hurt from it. "No... the wig does not come off. What the heck?!"

"Told you!" Felicity said.

"So you like... exist... as a real person..." Luna said confused, "... and you're not Nina's alter ego?"

"I may be her alter ego in this universe, but where I'm from, I exist!"

"Existing as you were born, grew up and have an entire life-"

"No, no. I live in a universe only for alter egos and imaginary friends. We don't get born, the second that someone makes us up we just pop into existence in that universe. Then we just float around in a void there, not aging and not doing anything really, until someone from another universe summons us. Now, it's the first time I do this, my friend Roxy was supposed to do it, but she said that I'd be more fitting for you two. But she left me some instructions..."

"I'm sorry, what?" Ámbar asked.

Felicity closed her eyes. "Take my hands."

They did. Felicity inhaled deeply, and as she exhaled, they suddenly traveled away from the kitchen.

They ended up in some white void.

"Where are we?" Ámbar asked.

"We are in the space between universes," Felicity explained. She had a device with her all of a sudden. "Now, you two live in universe 1, it seems. I'm checking universe 2 right now, and it seems like everything is the same for you in that universe."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, the only difference in universe 2 is who your kids end up with when they grow up. But it doesn't really affect you."

"Is there any universe that does affect us?" Luna asked.

"There is... there's universes in which neither of you were ever born. There's a universe where your aunt married your biological dad instead, Luna, and so she had children with him that isn't you."

"I can't imagine Sharon would ever want kids..." Luna admitted.

"... she adopted me willingly..." Ámbar said. "I know she's not a good parental figure at all and is the most cold and bitter person alive, but she wanted to have kids. I do think she wanted one more to raise them to be exactly like her and to have as a mini doll of herself rather than letting me be my own person, but still. Also, I think she wished you were her daughter and not her niece."

"There's a universe where she never adopted you," Felicity said. "But in that universe, Luna got to grow up with her rather than ending up in Mexico. In that universe, the two of you get close and have a Romeo and Juliet story where Sharon does not approve her niece Sol to date a poor woman's daughter."

Ámbar and Luna stared at her uncomfortably.

"There is also a universe called the 'Sunshine and Moonshine' universe for some reason, in which you two both grow up with Sharon!"

"And what universe is that in numbers?" Ámbar asked.

"Oh. It's not numbered."

"Why are some universes called stuff like 'universe 2' and others have... titles?"

"Don't question it."

"Are we just gonna get informed about universes, or are we gonna visit one?" Luna asked.

"We're gonna visit several ones! I'm just trying to scroll by which ones I'm allowed to show you. It says I'm not allowed to show you the universes where you don't exist, as that can cause horrifying side effects. And I can, but am not encouraged, to show you the ones where you grew up in other circumstances, as it can cause you to miss what you didn't get to grow up with. So I'm trying to find the ones where your upbringing was mostly the same, but your current life is different."

She scrolled some more, and eventually exclaimed. "Aah! I got one! This one... hm, wait, I need to call Roxy about this."

She pressed her finger in her ear and turned it sideways. It seems like she was calling someone on a phone... but in her ear.

"Hi, Roxy? Uh... this universe is said to be called 'the canon endgames universe', but it also says it's an inaccurate title... uh-huh... aah... okay, so... I see! You're gonna change the title? Ok! Thanks! Yeah, I'm doing fine! A little nervous to be doing this the first time... haha! Yeah! Ok, they're waiting... thanks! Bye!"

She got her finger out of her ear. "So, this universe was called 'the canon endgames universe' by Roxy, but apparently it was only accurate for the people she knows. For you, it's more of a 'canon ships universe', because apparently there were some people that ended up single in canon that now have relationships that were with the ones they had been dating before."

"What are you even talking about, I don't understand!" Ámbar admitted. "What do you mean 'canon'?"

"Let's just say there is a universe in which you are all fictional characters in a tv show. Many of you ended up with someone else in that tv show, while others ended up single by the end. Those ones that ended up single now have partners that they didn't end up with in the show." Suddenly, Felicity's hair buzzed, like she got a text message in her hair. She giggled. "Also, Roxy wants to add that this is the most 'heterosexual happy ending' universe."

"What?" Luna asked.

"Let's go see it!"

They ended up in front of a pretty big house. Ámbar immediately saw herself and Simón.

"We're still together," she concluded. "But why are we here?"

"You live here!" Felicity explained. "With your two kids."

"We only have one kid."

Felicity smirked. "I forgot to mention, this universe is 10 years into the future. And in every universe in which you two are together, you have the same amount of kids. So..." She patted Ámbar's belly.

"I didn't consent for you to touch me," Ámbar said.

"You can't do anything about it, I don't exist in any of the universes you do."

Ámbar took a step back.

"I'm sorry," Felicity said, "Living in a void universe makes me forget social boundaries. Anyway... you and Simón live here, after you decided to get your own place after having two kids."

They then teleported to another house none of them have seen before. Outside was two children, walking towards the car.

"Those kids look familiar, but I have never seen them before..." Luna said curiously.

"Again, this takes place 10 years into the future... they are the children of two people you know very well."

"Be patient, I need to find the car keys!" a familiar voice called.

Out of the door came Gastón, holding a little toddler on his arm. Soon after came Nina, holding another toddler, seeming to be the same age as the first, but with red hair instead of brown.

"Woah! Are these all their children?" Luna asked.

"It is. They moved here just a year ago to make room when they expected twins," Felicity explained.

"They have no kids in our universe..." Ámbar said. "But... I guess they will... eventually."

"Yep! Their kids are slightly younger than yours."

”I love that for them,” Luna said and smiled. ”But am I living alone with Lucia in the mansion, then?”

Felicity gave her a sympathetic smile. ”Not exactly…”

They teleported to the mansion living room. Luna saw herself sitting on the couch. She was quiet for a moment, until she heard someone’s footsteps.

In came Matteo.

”What’s he doing here?” Luna asked curiously.

Suddenly, Matteo leaned in and kissed her. ”I just dropped off the kids… we have the house to ourselves.”

The Luna from this universe smirked and stood up. ”Well, what are we waiting for?”

The two of them giggled and sprinted off, tickling each other on the way.

”Okay…” Ámbar said, ”I’m disturbed.”

”I’m confused,” Luna admitted. ”He… he talked about kids. We have kids? Plural?”

”Yes, but we arrived here when they weren’t home,” Felicity shrugged. ”The device also says you and Matteo are the only pairing you have in which you have kids biologically rather than adopting.”

”How come?”

”Mostly because Matteo thinks it’s unnecessary to waste time adopting when you could make your own kids faster, and for free.”

”… I see.”

”Anyway! Let’s check on Jim!”

”… and Yam?” Luna asked.

”Nope!” Felicity shook her head. ”Only Jim! And her husband!”

”Husband?” Ámbar and Luna asked.

They teleported to an apartment. Jim and Nico sat at the kitchen table. With them was a little baby sitting in a high chair. They were quiet.

”Aww, I’m glad Jim has a child!” Luna said, ”She said she had names for them already planned out in middle school. Although, it’s a different child to the ones she has in our universe…”

”Yeah, this is sort Jim’s happy heterosexual ending if she never came out,” Felicity explained.

”So she’s… straight in this universe?” Ámbar asked.

Felicity shook her head. ”Your life situation and partner may be different in different universes, but your personality always stays. So does your sexuality and your diagnoses.” She glanced at Luna as she said the last part. ”Jim is always a lesbian in every universe. Only here… she never came out. She and Nico are happy… mostly… they have been trying for a child for years, and have been having trouble as it seems like Jim isn’t really into it for some reason…?”

Ámbar and Luna stared at each other pitifully.

”But, they finally managed to get knocked up, and I think their child brings a new light into their relationship. Had they not managed to get a baby, I think it would have ended in a divorce. But now when they have one, Jim especially is happier, and Nico sees that. He has his theories that she might be… you know…” Felicity did a certain gesture with her hand. ”But he also has not as good of a gaydar to fully realize it.”

”If Jim is with Nico… who is Yam with?” Luna asked.

”Great question!”

They teleported to a new house. A bunch of kids ran around, and in the middle was Yam and Ramiro. They looked a bit tired.

”Yam and Ramiro?” Ámbar asked. ”Woah. Like I knew Ramiro tried to hit on her constantly, but I always had the feeling she wasn’t interested. Not that I cared much, none of them were threats to me so I never got invested.”

”They seem to have their hands full!” Luna commented. ”How many kids do they have?”

”Four,” Felicity said. ”Yam is also still very much a lesbian, and both she and Ramiro are pretty much aware of it, but they decide to not do anything about it. They’re still so good friends, so they try to think of their marriage as they kinda are friends… that bang sometimes and get knocked up.”

”Yeah, I’m… interested how they got so many kids,” Ámbar said. ”Is it to give their marriage a purpose or what?”

”Well… Yam especially did want kids, and Ramiro is sort of indifferent. And so they tried for one… and decided to get another one… and so on. But they only sleep together for reproductive purposes. Nothing else.”

”Interesting…” Luna said.

”Maybe we should have given them some larger age gaps,” they heard Yam say as she tiredly watched the kids run around.

”Eh, smaller age gaps makes them closer to each other!” Ramiro said.

”I know, but I mean, for us! So that we’d not have several small kids at once…”

”Hey… we got this! Don’t we?” Ramiro took her hands.

”Yeah… we do.”

”I mean, as long as their marriage is happy…” Luna said. ”But I think Jim and Yam were like… written to be soulmates.”

”And as far as I know, Jim and Yam are together in every other universe!” Felicity said. ”Except for the universe where Jim is with you, Luna, and Yam dates Jazmin.”

”What?”

”Also, I think Yam is with Ámbar in some universe too, and I think Jim is with Luna in that one as well.”

”I have no idea how that would even end up happening, but it also sounds interesting,” Ámbar admitted.

”Yeah… we can’t visit those universes right now, because apparently they haven’t ’finished rendering’…” Felicity said. ”But, there is a universe in which Ramiro has another partner that you know very well!”

They teleported back to the mansion, now apparently in a brand new universe. Ámbar saw herself and Simón sit with their daughter Lilith on the couch.

”Back to normal…?” she said.

”Oh yeah, the previous universe was the only one 10 years into the future. Every other one is in the present.”

”We’re home!” That was the voice of Luna, from this universe. She came in, holding hands with…

Ramiro.

”I’m… with Ramiro in this universe?” Luna asked.

”So you are,” Felicity nodded.

”Is… Lucia here? Do I have her?”

Felicity checked her device. ”Hm… no, in this universe you and Ramiro don’t have kids. It’s possible you have some later, I mean, this universe takes place in the same present as yours.”

”Aw. So I only have her when I’m alone?”

”Maybe. Maybe not. There’s a lot of universes. Maybe you adopt her together with another partner you have. Maybe you and Ramiro adopt her later, just that she was adopted later in life. But right now, the only kid in your house is Simón and Ámbar’s.”

”There’s my little champ!” Ramiro exclaimed, picking Lilith up from the couch. ”How are ya?”

”Ramiro should babysit her again sometime, in our universe,” Ámbar said with a smile. ”He’s good with kids.”

”Are Jim and Yam back together?” Luna asked.

”Yes,” Felicity assured her. ”If I don’t mention them, then just assume they are together, with their kids. But… hmm… there’s another pairing that is different here.”

”Which one?”

They teleported to someone's backyard, with a pool.

"Ooh, fancy!" Luna exclaimed.

"Someone's lying on the sun chair," Ámbar said, pointing at someone lying on a sun chair.

Suddenly, Gastón came in with two glasses of either fanta or a yellow alcoholic drink. Or he pissed in a glass, but that was very unlikely (we hope).

"Are you just gonna sit here and lounge all day?" Gastón asked the person in the sun chair.

"I've worked hard!" It was Matteo's voice. In the next second, Matteo sat up and took one of the drinks.

"You vacuumed the house, Matteo."

"Yes, exactly! Worked hard."

Gastón chuckled and then leaned down, proceeding to give him a kiss on the lips.

"Oh my god, they are pool gays!" Ámbar exclaimed.

"Schh, they're gonna hear you!" Luna replied.

"No? We're invisible?"

"Wait, we are?"

"Yes? That's what I've concluded after we've been in the middle of several people's houses and they have not batted an eye at us."

"Aah... anyway, what's a pool gay? A gay that hangs out at the pool?"

"Yes."

"I need to remind you that everyone always has the same sexuality in every universe, and both of them are bisexual," Felicity corrected her. "A bit surprised you assumed they were gay just because they're with each other. You're bi yourself!"

"I am saying 'gay' as a general term," Ámbar explained. "Pool bi's doesn’t sound as good."

"Wait, where's Nina then?" Luna asked.

"The device doesn't say..." Felicity said. "I don't think the universe has decided yet."

"What does that mean? That she doesn't exist?"

"No, no! She does exist! It's just that the universe doesn't let us see her. So we don't know if she's... maybe thriving as a single woman, or is with someone else, or what."

"Well, I wanna see her!"

"Alright... you wanna go to another universe, then? I know one where Nina is a lot more in your life than what she already is."

"Ooh! What's that universe called?"

"It's called the 'nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe'! It's a bit of a misnomer, as some things are the same in other universes too, but what I think it refers to is that it's the only universe where two or more pairings or situations are not identical as any other."

"... I'm dizzy by your talking, I don't understand anything," Ámbar admitted.

Once again, they ended up in the mansion, although this time in the kitchen.

Luna from this universe was setting the table, when a little girl ran inside.

"Mami!"

"Oh my gosh, I have my daughter back!" Luna from universe 1 exclaimed. She recognized it was her adoptive daughter Lucia right away.

"You're in for a surprise, Luna, because in this universe, you share your custody of her with someone else," Felicity informed her.

Luna from this universe twirled around her daughter. "You wanna help me set the table?"

Right then, Nina came inside. "Hello! Is dinner ready?"

"Oh, does Nina live here or something?" Luna from universe 1 asked.

"You could say that..." Felicity replied.

Nina from this universe took Lucia in her arms and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then she kissed Luna on the mouth.

"Oh!" Luna from universe 1 exclaimed, as she witnessed herself kiss her best friend.

"I have stopped questioning stuff now," Ámbar said.

"You know, my mom for a long time had a theory that we were dating."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah. She was convinced that I was dating someone, but she couldn't figure out if it was Simón or Nina."

"Where's Ámbar?" Lucia from this universe asked.

"Oh, she's up in her room," Luna from this universe explained.

"Go get her?"

"No, we better let her rest." Luna and Nina shared a knowing look.

"Let's go check on you, Ámbar," Felicity said.

"Oh, I don't wanna disturb myself..."

"You're gonna get quite the surprise as well!"

They popped into Ámbar's room, where Ámbar from this universe was lying on the bed. Next to her was another woman. Emilia.

A quick glance at their pupils, you could see right away that they were stoned as heck.

"Okay, I'm getting high with Emilia," Ámbar from universe 1 said. "Big deal. As long as it's not in front of my kid."

"Your kid doesn't exist in this universe," Felicity said in an eerie tone. "Because you didn't get with Simón."

"What? Who did I get with then?"

Felicity pointed at Emilia.

"Hey Emi," Ámbar from this universe mumbled, "Would you ever wanna get married or whatever?"

"Nah," Emilia from this universe replied. "I'm not into that. I just like the way it is, you know... you, me, getting stoned and having awesome intercourse like my old teacher would say."

Both of them laughed.

"You and Emilia live here with Luna and Nina," Felicity explained. "You work and roller skate and do everything you do in your own universe, but in evenings you like to just go up in your room and get blazed. You don't have kids, Luna and Nina's adoptive daughter is enough. Their daughter thinks you're her funny aunties who speak odd."

"Ok, I do love that..." Ámbar said. "And I guess... we have a pretty decent life."

Suddenly, Emilia from this universe sat up. "Ha! Ámbi, look! I can see you standing in front of us!"

Ámbar from this universe also sat up, and squinted at the multiverse travelers. "Woah... sick... hi, me!"

"Right, getting high makes you almost see through time and space..." Felicity sighed.

"Ámbi, I don't know if it is that I'm already turned on, but wouldn't it be so cool if we like... banged while that blurry version of you watches?"

"Yes! Take my shirt off!"

"Ookaay..." Ámbar from universe 1 said, "We... probably are gonna go now."

"Where's Simón?" Luna asked.

"Good question!" Felicity said and snapped her fingers.

They were back at the pool again. This time, they arrived right in the middle of Matteo chasing Simón around the pool.

"Come here, you!" Matteo yelled.

"Never!" Simón laughed. He then, in panic, jumped into the pool.

Matteo shook his head. "I don't know how you do it, but you're making me just love you more." After he said that, he jumped into the pool and dragged Simón under water.

The two had a wrestling match for a moment, before suddenly leaning against the pool wall and starting to make out.

Luna and Ámbar stared at them pretty unfazed.

"Well, since none of you girls were interested in them, the boys I guess found each other!" Felicity chuckled. "I know, it must be weird seeing Matteo with so many other people that isn't Ramiro. But Matteo and Ramiro are together in a majority of universes, there's just like... four exceptions."

"Wait, what?" Ámbar asked. "What do you mean they're together?"

"You know... Matteo and Ramiro in your universe?"

"They're not together in our universe..." Luna said slowly.

Felicity cracked up. "Oh! My apologies! Well, I guess I spoiled it! You have not experienced the summer-lovin'-had-me-a-blast-of-2030 yet! That's when their romance starts!"

"You need to work on your titles," Ámbar said.

"Can you see into the future?" Luna asked.

Felicity nodded. "As a magical girl I am allowed to know everything that happens in your life span, and all the information ever about you, even the information you don't know yourselves!"

"Anyway, can we go, the makeout session is starting to get too intense now..." Ámbar said.

"Yes. We need to stop by Jim and Yam."

They teleported to Jim and Yam's house. It all seemed to be the same. They noticed Jim and Yam standing in the hallway, watching their daughters, who they also had in universe 1, get dressed to go outside.

"Now, it all might look the same at first glance," Felicity said, "But just you wait."

"I'm coming!" a high pitched voice exclaimed. "I need to powder my nose like all the time!"

"I've been there," Yam said. "Just a few short months more!"

Suddenly, Jazmin came into the room. Just a quick glance at her could determine she was pregnant.

"Aww, good for her!" Luna said.

What then happened caught them off guard. Yam grabbed Jazmin and kissed her. Luna and Ámbar remembered they apparently did date in some universe, but judging from the kids, Jim and Yam were also together? Why was Jim so ok with her wife kissing another woman?

"So... remember how I told you Yam was dating Jazmin in a universe?" Felicity asked. "In this universe, she sort of ended up in a love triangle with the two, and... well, now all three are dating each other. Jim and Yam have legal custody of the kids, and Jazmin is now pregnant with a child she's gonna have legal custody of on her own. But all three will be and are parents of all the kids."

Luna and Ámbar stared in silence for a few moments.

"You know what?" Luna said. "As long as they're happy."

"And as long as we are happy," Ámbar chimed in. "We all seem pretty happy with our lives in this universe, even if it's not what I'd picture..."

"I'm guessing we are only like this in this specific universe," Luna said.

"Oh, no!" Felicity replied. "You and Nina for example are together in at least two other universes. But in those ones, Simón and Ámbar are together instead, although there's some other pairings I think is different. I know there's several universes in which you and Emilia are together too, Ámbar, but it's universes in which your whole life is different after some earlier circumstances, so I won't go into it. In one of them I think you and Emilia kidnapped a child or something, and I think you're also dating in the universe where Sharon married a woman named Priscila."

"Wait, what?" Ámbar and Luna asked in unison.

"Oh. Yeah. So, there's a universe where Sharon married a woman named Priscila. Priscila had a daughter on her own and you two befriended her. Priscila also pushed you down some stairs, Luna, it was a whole mess. We won't go into it. Now! Which universe do you wanna go to next?"

"I don't know, just pick one," Ámbar said. She was getting too tired to really comprehend much more.

"Can we go to the universe where we are tv characters?" Luna asked.

"No," Felicity said. "Trust me, it's too odd, your brains might explode. Plus, people write fanfiction about you, too. The only plus side is that the people who live in that universe where you are fictional characters, are fictional characters in your universe! Which means, you can write fanfiction about them!"

Felicity then proceeded to stare at you, the reader, before pressing her device to travel to a new place.

They teleported into a park that Luna and Ámbar were familiar with. They used to roller skate here.

Suddenly, they noticed Luna and Simón from this universe play with three identical girls.

"Let me guess," Ámbar said, "Luna and Simón are together in this universe."

She got her answer a second later, when Luna and Simón kissed.

"Knew it!"

"Okay!" Luna from universe 1 exclaimed. "It seems like I'm... together with someone in a lot of these scenarios! And I never thought I'd really be with anyone like that!"

"Remember that you always got the same sexuality in every universe," Felicity reminded her, "So you are always panromantic asexual. There are some other universes where you are single, yes, but there's also these where you do end up with someone! You're thrilled, you married your best friend and you adopted triplets, who you hope to get into roller skating when they're old enough! But right now they're only toddlers, so you mostly just take them outside, let them explore the world and play with them. You're wonderful parents that love to play."

Luna smiled as she saw herself from this universe. "I do look really pleased with life."

"You also have the same diagnoses in every universe."

"You mentioned that. Although I don't know why, because I don't have any?"

Felicity looked at her. She was about to say something, but didn't have the words.

She then took a deep breath and decided to just cut to the chase. She pointed directly at Luna.

"You have ADHD."

"What?"

"Come, let's go see what Ámbar in this universe is up to!"

They teleported to the mansion living room, where they immediately were greeted by music playing, and Ámbar and Matteo dancing.

"Aaah..." Ámbar sighed. "I'm with Matteo. Of course, of course..."

"You're still the 'it' couple," Felicity said. "No one can compare to you two."

"Oh gosh, and we still live in that delusion that we're the best... also, do we share the house with Luna and Simón and their triplets?"

"You do! The house is large enough, isn't it?"

"It is, but... wow. And we don't have any of our own kids?"

"No, because for some reason none of you can... finish whenever you're in intimate situations."

"Of course we can't... our love is fake and we're so delusional to think it's real... but it shows when we're behind closed doors."

"Now, now, Ámbar! Don't be harsh! You in this universe genuinely thinks he's your one true love. You're happy together."

Ámbar crossed her arms, observing herself slow dancing with Matteo. "Maybe... but I'm glad I have a different life in my own universe.”

"You might wonder what happened to Emilia!" Felicity exclaimed, deciding to change the subject. And with a snap, she poofed them away to Emilia's location in this universe.

They ended up in a pretty humble apartment. There were tables with makeup and hair products on it, some random gothic skirt lying on a pink couch, and it smelled like burned toast from the kitchen. Someone also played rock music.

This felt like Emilia's own single apartment. Well, until they heard that high pitched voice.

"Ay, que error!"

In came Jazmin, frantically searching for something. ”Emi! Turn down the music and help me!”

”I’m busy burning toast!” Emilia yelled from the kitchen.

”Why does everyone call her ’Emi’?” Ámbar asked. ”I never did in our universe.”

”Well, it’s a nickname exclusive to those who date her,” Felicity explained.

”So… Emilia and Jazmin…?” Luna suddenly facepalmed. ”Why did I automatically assume they were roommates? I’m stupid!”

”Well, they started out as roommates… and then this happened.”

Emilia turned off the music and walked into the room. ”What is it, babe?”

”I can’t find my hair pin! Have you see it? You know, the pink one?”

Emilia smirked. ”Hmm… check my pocket.”

”What?”

”Check my pocket!”

Jazmin put down a hand in Emilia’s pocket, and dug up the hair pin she was looking for.

”Oh my gosh! How did it end up in your pocket?”

”Magic.”

Jazmin giggled and the two leaned in to kiss.

”Well, opposites attract…” Ámbar shrugged.

”Is there anything else different about this universe?” Luna asked.

”Hmm…” Felicity checked her device. ”No, Nina and Gastón are still together, so is Jim and Yam. I guess a difference here is that Ramiro is gonna be single forever… unless the universe decides to pair him up with someone else.”

”So the universes are like… matchmakers…”

”Think of every universe as someone playing the Sims and you’re the premade characters that they decide the destiny of. Sometimes they just let you roam free and focus on their own created Sims, but other times they decide to play with you and pair you up with each other.”

”Okay…”

They traveled back to the white void.

”I don’t know if we have time to travel to much other universes right now,” Felicity admitted, ”So while we go back to your universe, is there any questions you have?”

”Yes,” Luna said, ”Why did me and Simón adopt triplets?”

”You know, it’s not clear, but every time you end up together you adopt triplets. I don’t know why!”

”Is there a universe where I end up with Benicio?” Ámbar asked.

”No! He is hated across the multiverse and never gets a happy ending.”

"Do I ever end up with Michel in a universe?" Luna asked, suddenly remembering Michel's existence.

"Hm... no, but there is a universe in which he's a girl named Michelle. So you got kissed by a girl in one universe!"

”Does Nina ever end up with Eric in a universe?” Luna asked.

Felicity thought for a moment. ”No… unless we count the one where you’re in a tv show, they were kind of endgame there… but no universe believes in their love. There has been several universes we’ve visited today where Eric and Nico are a thing, though. I just forgot to show you that.”

”Okay…” Ámbar said. ”Is there one pairing that remains the same in every single universe?”

”There is, actually! There’s a couple that is even the same in the nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe!”

”Wow… which one?”

”I’ll let you guess! It’s people you know very well.”

”Ana and Mora?” Luna asked.

”No! Although, fun fact, there’s a universe where Ricardo is only a donor and they raised Nina as two moms on their own.”

”Woah. That’s cool.”

”Is it Rey and Maggie?” Ámbar asked.

”No!” Felicity exclaimed. ”I forgot those two even existed, haha. No, it’s people around your ages!”

”Let me guess,” Luna said, ”It’s Daniela and jailtime.”

”Noo! Come on! You know them really well!”

”We do?” Ámbar asked.

”Yes! Come on… two close friends that you have? That we haven’t seen anything of today?”

”I can’t come up with any,” Luna admitted.

Felicity took a deep breath. ”PEDRO AND DELFI! Your friends? You know them?”

Ámbar and Luna were silent for a few short moments, before letting out an ”Oooooh…”

”Wait, so they’re together in every universe?” Luna asked.

”Yes. As I said, they’re an exception even when all you others have different partners, or no partners.”

”So why didn’t we visit them anywhere?”

”Because it would always be the same every universe we went to! Also, you didn’t ask.”

”And they just… always end up together…” Ámbar said, as if she couldn’t believe it.

”Yes. I mean, in the universe where you’re fictional, there’s some people shipping Delfi with Emma, but I have yet to have found a universe where they are together. So for now, it’s always Pedro and Delfi everywhere.”

”Well, that’s cool. I guess.”

”Is there any universe where none of us have partners?” Luna asked.

”Well… there is one where you, Ámbar and Simón live together as friends and decide to make the mansion a foster home,” Felicity explained.

”Aww! I love that!”

”Yeah, well, it still ends with Simón and Ámbar banging and getting knocked up. They can’t resist each other apparently!”

Ámbar snorted.

”Oh! Will you look at that, we’re back in universe 1 again!”

They ended up in the kitchen again.

”And you’re sure this is the correct universe?” Ámbar asked.

Felicity held up her device. ”It says ’universe 1’ on it. Also, you can’t be left in a universe that isn’t your own. If you do, then you’ll pop back to your own immediately.”

”Ok. Just checking.”

”Our daughters might have woken up from their naps…” Luna said.

”Oh, no! No time in your universe has passed! Don’t you worry.”

”It was… interesting to multiverse travel…” Ámbar said. ”A little weird, but… fun.”

”Yeah! I hope we get to do it again sometime!” Luna admitted.

”Well, all you need to do is just to summon me,” Felicity said. ”If you remember how to.”

”What do you mean?”

”When I leave, that drink will just be a normal drink. To travel through multiverses again, you’re gonna have to find another way. Maybe by a spell or by something else that’s either drinkable or eatable. Now, I must leave.”

”Where are you going?” Ámbar asked.

”Well, in the universe where you are fictional characters, someone is reading a fanfiction about you during this very moment. The fanfiction in question has a summoning spell on it, and I’m on my way as soon as they read what I just said.”

”Okay.. goodbye?” Ámbar said.

”Bye!” Luna said.

”Goodbye, girls!” Felicity exclaimed and disappeared in a flash.

”Ámbar,” Luna said, ”Which universe besides ours did you like the most?”

”I don’t know! How about you?”

”Well, I liked… the… uh… wait, I can’t… remember…”

”We were…”

”We traveled to…”

”Wait,” Ámbar said, ”What were we talking about?”

”I… I don’t know,” Luna admitted.

What Felicity didn’t tell them was that, as soon as your multiverse trip is over, you forget all about it. All left is the feeling that something has happened, but you can’t know for certain what.

So, Luna and Ámbar from universe 1 forgot all about the other partners they’ve had in other universes. They thought their friends had only been with the partners they had and didn’t have in universe 1. They only remembered their kids they had in this universe, and no other kids they might’ve had in other universes.

They lived with a vague memory of something happening to them, but they both decided it could have been some repressed memory from their childhood. They had a lot of those, especially before they were adopted.

Maybe it was for the best. Knowing what you’re doing in other universes might make you question reality too much.

As you read, dear reader, this fic is under a spell and Felicity is coming for you soon. You might have questions. You might not have spanish as your first language and wonder if she knows your first language. You might be scared to know your life in other universes.

All your questions will be left unanswered anyway because you won’t remember the multiverse trip once it’s over. But with that being said… have fun!

Read the Violetta version if you have also seen Violetta, as it is fun: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54882559 Also, you can make a drinking game every time I wrote the word "universe" lol.

#soy luna #simbar #lutteo #lumón #gastina #pelfi #jimyam #ámbilia #jazmilia #gastteo #sitteo #ramtteo #lumiro #mambar #lumbar

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matenrou-fan · 2 years ago

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Hi!!!! Now I'm on time, last time I was late for requests, but I liked all the ones you wrote. Can you write about Hifumi with a s/o that is a tomboy, like how they meet and his reaction when he find out that she is a woman and how she felt in love for her, please?

PD. No sabía que hablas español, es muy raro encontrar personas que lo hagan y más en el fandom de Hypmic. HAVE A NICE DAY!! 😊

Hifumi with a tomboy! s/o

WHY did I always end up with some sort of drama when writing about him?? Anyways, here..! <3 Además, realmente no estoy hablando en español, ¡solo uso un traductor de Google!! Porque algunos de mis fans son de España ^^

Femreader, just wholesome stuff, hurt/comfort, a little bit suggestive?? (he touched your boobie omg)

-In his 'real' character, Hifumi is quite energetic and talkative, so it doesn't matter if you're a shy one or as bubbly as he is - you ended up being friends anyway.

-Maybe just bump into each other in a store and suddenly have a whole talk about a new product you both decide to buy. Ahh, Hifumi knows a few good recipes with this thing, and he's always willing to share his cooking secrets!

-Or maybe you visit his work to pick up your friend late at night and he thinks that you're just her brother or boyfriend, and another, simple conversation goes between you two.

-It doesn't really matter as Hifumi is just really friendly in both his modes, especially if you would respond back with interest.

-Cause it seems his fear is more concentrated not around appearance or behavior, but the fact that it's actually a woman in front of him, due to the manga, so he easily can take your look at face value. (referring to this chapter when he and Doppo meet a little boyish girl, and he thinks it's a boy.)

+It also probably means if he met a really 'feminine' boy, he, once again, wouldn't be scared by his look, if he knew it's a male??

-So even if you, despite short hair and rather baggy clothes, have pretty soft face features or a feminine voice, he doesn't really care, absolutely sure you are an ally, a man.

-He never even doubts it, actually - you just know how to win people over, do you? Because Hifumi really got interested in you pretty soon.

-"Hey, s/o, s/o, wanna go with me and Jakurai-sensei fishing?! It's so so fun!!" - with a cheerful giggle he holds both of your hands and starts jumping in place, causing your arms to wiggle up and down along with his movements. - "And then we can go to my place, I want to cook our catch immediately, hehe!"

-So yea, chilling in his shared house with Doppo was kinda common thing for you.. And if in the beginning you felt kinda guilty for literally taking advantage of your pretty boylike appearance and Hifumi's naiveness, you quickly forget about this. Because he always knows how to make you forget about everything, fooling around and making you laugh with his goofy antics.

-The only moments when you do feel yourself like a criminal are evenings when your ebullient friend gets more quiet, just cuddling with you and sharing his thoughts about his fear. It was so hard sometimes even for someone so careless as him, and he loves to find peace in your arms and soothing words.

-You do understand this cannot go on forever, and ideas about how to finally tell the truth without hurting his feelings too much keep shooting through your mind. Yet uh oh, the solving of your crime happened before you were able to choose your own way.

-Because.. Hifumi is so reckless in his desire to have some fun with you, and sometimes he gets too clingy. Only in a friendly, playful way, yet it doesn't mean his hands can't accidentally brush against your chest during some tickle fight..

"N-no, Hifumi, really, I'm gonna die like that..!" - A small weak chuckle bursts out of your chest as you run away from your friend, holding your sides.

"He~he, I'm gonna catch you again..!" - his footsteps quickly get closer as he catches up with you and grabs your shoulders, pushing down.

With a little thud you both fall into the carpet, giggling and fighting, hands on each other's waist. Your guard got down and you didn't even try to watch if your baggy clothes actually cover your body, too busy with making Hifumi laugh. So when another fit of laughter covers him and his arms, trembling, accidently moved from your waist to your chest, grasping here, you both gasps and froze, shocked.

It's even hard to say whose face gets redder as you just look at each other for a moment, before Hifumi sprang away like a scared deer to the other side of the room, leaning to the table leg, still looking at your widened eyes. Open his mouth, then close, then open again, and you didn't notice that you actually repeated his actions, but also didn't know what to say, both embarrassed and scared.

"I..Hifu-"

"Are you a girl???" - with a high pitched voice he tries to get up just to hit the table top.

"Omg, Hifumi, are you alright?!"

And despite you probably should move away, you actually get closer to his now sobbing figure as he grasps poor hitted the back of his head. Your hands caress his shoulder and for a moment Hifumi whines, as this simple touch arises one of the most strange feelings in his chest. The pain gripped him at the heart from the thought of the woman being actually so close to him, yet the way you pet him was still so reassuring.. Still so familiar.

"Hifumi, I will bring some ice, okay? Does it actually hurt that much? Should I call an ambulance?" - and your worried voice still sounds so soft. His fear always affects his mind, making any sounds from girls around Hifumi sound so sharp and dangerous, yet there is nothing like that with you, as he gets too used to your presence.

His head doesn't even hurt that much, actually, yet here he is, leaning to your shoulder and sobbing in a weak attempt to hide his face. Because it would be too hard to look at your face right now, as Hifumi himself doesn't know what to say. He's afraid, but doesn't want to lose you. As only now he suddenly asks his own feelings and realizes just how deep you actually get into his soul and heart.

"Hifumi..?" - you slowly tried to pull him away to look at his face and finally bring some ice from the kitchen, yet his arms quickly wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your neck.

"No.. Let's sit like that for a moment.." - his whole body tremble, making his weak voice a little shaky too, yet you didn't push him off, trying to stroke his hunched shoulders as light and soft as you could.

-You thought that after such a terrible accident your friend would totally break off all communication with you, and honestly you can't even judge him, putting all guilt on your own shoulders.

-Yet after a few days he will show up again, asking you shyly to help him in fear. Well, maybe not in a really good way he found out about you being a girl, but the main thing is that he can spend much more time around you then around other females, so it means you kinda can help him health.

-So slowly everything goes back to your normal routine, as you would going for walks or hanging out in his place again. For the new beginning you were pretty soft and careful, as Hifumi also got more coy, touching you much less than usual.

-Only thoughts about you always being so friendly and harmless with him fills him with determination, and after some time you both get used to each other again.

-Or.. Do you? As sometimes you can notice some sort of blush on his cheeks when you sit too close for a long time, watching something together, and when you touch his hands his fingers start to tremble but Hifumi himself didn't act scared..

-Confusing, you just let things go, waiting to see what it will lead to. Cause maybe, just maybe, you feel some sort of interest in him, more than a friendly one, that you always try to suppress, knowing his fear.

-But with such careless attitude you both didn't notice when everything got so serious, and one day another movie night ended up with a soft kiss. And then another, longer one, as Hifumi realizes your lips didn't electrocute him, but actually lure him to feel your softness more.

-"S/o.. I.." - he mumbled after you pulled away, breathing heavily and trying to stop blushing so hard. - "I think I love you.. C-can you stay overnight? I need to kiss you more to fully understand.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic hifumi #hypmic hifumi #hifumi x reader #hifumi izanami #hifumi Izanami x reader

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maroonmagic · 7 months ago

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He Just Can’t Help It

cw:timmy being horny,cursing,mentions of masturbation,mentions of wet dreams, dirty talk. all characters are aged up and of age

to the untrained eye,most people would assume that Timmy has absolutely no respect for you when in all actuality,he has nothing BUT respect for you,you just also make him so horny he forgets to be normal also

and listen,listen! it’s not his fault,you’re the first woman (besides wanda or his mother)to speak to him with slight affection since Trixie. and the only reason that Danny and Jimmy let him do the things he does is because they know he respects you,more than he does them.

now granted if anyone else heard the way Timmy spoke to you they’d be ready to knock his head off his shoulders

“oh come on y/n! just let me motorboat you this once and i promise i’ll stop asking for a week!”

Jimmy and Danny both rolled their eyes at Timmy’s recent antics as you shook your head yet again before leaving the lab,prefacing it with needing to look into a tip the team had received

and as soon as you were out the lab and out of earshot,Timmy let’s put a loud groan as he slammed his head into the table and groaned loudly again

the whole problem Timmy always had when it came to being face to face with you is that he fumbles,again it’s not his fault! you’re just so pretty and he can’t control his mouth sometimes

it’s not like he wants to be like this,he wants to be like Danny and actually be able to be around you and not make a fool of himself,he can’t just help the fact that he really,really, really wants to take you back to his room and make you squeal his name the way you do when he scares you

and anyone would think he’d be like this with other girls and they would think wrong,Timmy couldn’t give less than two fucks about other girls,not when there’s you. hell this man becomes antisocial when there’s other girls around,glaring at them from across the room,but as soon as you enter the room he becomes the brightest ray of sunshine

pulling you as close as he can to him on the couch while his mind just starts to roll through all the dirty thoughts he’s had about you in the last hour,taking the chance to whisper them in your ear while ignoring everyone else in the room

“do you wanna guess how many times i’ve thought about bending you over the kitchen counter while you make dinner? wonder how well you can remember a recipe while I knock around that pretty little brain of yours. always look so pretty flutterin’ around in there..”

he gets so annoyed when one of the other girls try and interject into your “conversation”,trying to pipe in and tell TImmy how’d he’d have so much more fun with her than he would with you,he glared at her

“did i fuckin’ ask? cause i honestly don’t remember asking a non fuckin factor about who’d i enjoy spending my time with,now go find Danny or Manny or someone and go give ‘em a blowie, huh?!”

he becomes so much more mouthy and stupid when you’re in your glasses,claiming you needed a break from your contacts while Jimmy chimed in about how it was always better to do one thing or another, Timmy didn’t know,all he knew was that he wanted one thing in his entire life in that moment

so later that evening,when you were sitting on the couch between him and Danny while in your comfy oversized shirt and shorts that he swore didn’t even deserve to be called such,he just let his mouth take control

“can i jack off over your face and cum on your glasses?”

soda sprayed out of Danny’s nose at Timmy’s boldness and you just stared at him wide eyed and mouth slightly agape,that’s when Timmy took the second shot

“close your mouth before i stick something in it”

“Dude!”

Danny yelled as he stared at Timmy astonished and you quickly closed your mouth and your cheeks burned

“I um,I-i’m gonna go grab a snack.”

and you quickly got up and made your way to the kitchen while Timmy slid down in his seat and groaned into his hoody,Danny side eyed the younger man and shook his head

“Waaay too far this time my guy,I mean i know we were both thinking it but come on,have some decorum”

Timmy glared at him slightly before standing up

“well excuse the fuck outta me! we all can’t be mr.smooth fuckin talker like you Danny!”

before storming off for his room,pulling his hood up over his hat while he tried to get down the corridor and into his room as quickly as he could,he was almost there. just round the corner and-

THUD! OOF!

timmy runs smack dab right into you,knocking you flat on your butt,both of your eyes widened as you both realized who it was and timmy’s cheeks burned red as he scrambled to help you up while trying his best not to make a fool of himself more

“ahh,f-fuck,here come on get up. a-are you good? yeah? okay good”

he rushes through the entire thing because if he doesn’t get away from you quick enough he already knows he’s gonna say something stupid

and as soon as he’s in his room with the door slammed shut,he’s sliding down the door with his head in his hands right before groaning shy and letting his head fall back against the door over and over again

“sweet fuckin goin there Timothy, ‘can i jack off over your face and cum on your glasses’ like who the actual hell asks that out loud”

he quietly reprimanded himself as he readied for bed,plopping down on his bed as he let out a yawn and a sigh before slowly falling asleep

and you would think this is where poor timmy would get some reprieve from his brain just making him think the most dirtiest and debauched things about you and yet again dear reader,you would be wrong

no at this point of him reaching REM sleep his mind is in overdrive,all of the dirty thoughts just hiding in the crevices in his mind come out of hiding and make themselves known,slamming themselves into the door of his dream world where he keeps his version of you hidden

the version he’s not afraid to speak to and tell all of his innocent thoughts to,the version he can be open and honest with and not worry about making a fool of himself in front of

that’s until the first thought slips through the door and slams right in,corrupting the soft warmth and plushness his perfect world currently held,every single thing the thought touches turns grimy and dirty

and the rest of the thoughts follow and now he’s left looking at their version of you,the one that’s always just so willing to let him touch you in anyway he wants,letting him pull you into him,under him

the version that sings his name just oh so sweetly it makes him tremble while you pull him into you more and more,closer and deeper and-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“no no no! fuck come on it was just about to get so good!”

the version of you looked up at him sadly while he whined and tried to cling to you before reality ripped him away and he was back and alone in his bedroom at headquarters

he groaned loudly as he punched the pillow next to him before slamming his hand down on his alarm and sitting up in his bed before pulling back his blankets

“are you fuckin serious universe… i’m 26 I shouldn’t still be having wet dreams!”

timmy grunted softly as he rose from his bed and headed to his bathroom to take care of his issue and get ready for the day,giving himself a pep talk about how he was going to be normal around you today and actually THINK before speaking

he nodded to himself some as he started down the corridor for the kitchen where you were making breakfast for everyone,this was his chance

“good mornin’ sweet tits! mind if i use a little of your milk for my coffee?”

fuck. hey,it’s not his fault

He just can’t help it

well done that was fun to write 😶 but hey,i had to give some insight for why timmy is the way he is,like yeah he’s horny but it’s only for you!

#divider by cafekitsune #maroonmagic.🔮#maroon thirst #holy shit #danny phantom #jimmy neutron #timmy turner #nicktoons #nicktoons unite

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reeshyz · 2 years ago

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Title: We were mint to be Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Paul Landers Presentee:@krispy-kruspe Prompt: Candy Cane Kisses Warnings/Tags: just fluff | Kisses | getting together Word Count: 2.299 Summary: Richard makes the mistake of buying candy canes in different flavors. Paul has an idea how to share them. Read on AO3: here

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“I still don’t understand why we bought all of this,” Paul says, when he walks into the kitchen with the last bag in his hands. Richard whistles to himself, while he puts the groceries away.

“I told you, we wanna celebrate our Christmas party with some good food this year. I feel like we kinda deserve that after that much work we had this year,” Richard answers and he can’t even stop smiling. He knows that soon enough all the others would arrive too. Till had already texted him that he’s on his way and would just make a quick stop at Flake’s house. Ollie and Chris should arrive in maybe an hour or so.

Richard had forced Paul to help him though.

“And a lot of food is good for a party at least,” Paul says, still sounding so wary when he eyes all those bags. Normally he would be all over the food already, but it seems like he wants to wait this time.

“It’s always good, especially because I know someone’s stomach is already growling,” Richard teases and pokes Paul in the stomach with his wooden spoon. Paul chuckles loudly and tries to escape his faith.

“I love it cause it’s your food,” Paul says and Richard’s heart stops.

For a moment they are just staring at each other. Richard can’t help but wish that he could lean closer and just kiss Paul. Richard doesn’t know when his stupid crush had even started. He’s missing his kisses already, the tour has been over for a few months now.

Richard knows something between them had changed during all those kisses but they didn’t really talk about it, so Richard isn’t sure where they stand. At least he could finally admit to himself how much he loves Paul. Alone that had taken him years. He knows Till is still laughing about that.

“Thank you,” Richard whispers back.

“Now that you got your compliment, why don’t you make me something special then? Before the others will be here,” Paul says and he even winks so badly at Richard. It almost feels like they’re flirting again, Richard is never really sure with him. Paul is just someone who loves to flirt with everyone.

Richard wishes flirting with him would actually mean something.

“Okay what do you want?” Richard asks, even though he is still putting the groceries away. They sure did buy a lot of shit. It probably had been Paul who had put all the sweets in the bag when Richard hadn’t been looking. Richard eyes the chocolate next to him.

“Burgers,” Paul says, because that is always his answer. Richard shakes his head, laughing.

“No way. We could bake cookies, hm? That could be a lot of fun,” Richard says and he’s sure in his little cookbook are some recipes for cookies as well. Maybe they still have flour and sugar left.

“That takes way too long,” Paul whines and Richard snorts. He can be such a big baby sometimes. Not that Richard would ever complain about that. He likes that he’s allowed to see Paul in such a goofy mood.

“Then eat some sweets. Dinner will at least take another three hours. Oh wait, I got something really cool!” Richard says and turns around to search for something in another bag. He takes out two candy canes and grins widely.

“Look at this! I loved them as a kid and I bet they’re still just as good. I didn’t have one in ages,” Richard says and gives one towards Paul who looks a bit confused at first.

“Shit I missed those! Can’t remember the last time I had one,” Paul says and before Richard can even answer he honestly sucks on the candy cane. Richard pulls at his collar, for some reason the kitchen turned really hot in just two seconds.

Richard looks at the stove for a moment, but it’s still off.

“You uh… but you don’t have to make it so sexual,” Richard stutters out and Paul fucking smirks at him.

“Well I know that I don’t have to,” Paul says and licks a long stripe over his candy cane. Richard feels like his whole face is on fire and he has to look away, otherwise he knows something bad would happen.

“Okay,” Richard mumbles, not sure what to do. At least he understands now, that they’re really flirting and while Richard loves to flirt, with Paul he turns so damn shy each time.

He really doesn’t want to fuck this up.

Richard carefully nibbles a bit on his own candy cane, while his eyes wander back to Paul. They always do, Richard just loves to look at him. Paul’s eyes widen when he looks at Richard’s cane.

“Wait, why is yours blue and white?” Paul asks then, because he is holding a normal white and red candy cane. Richard hadn’t even seen that, he was so blinded by the sight in front of him.

“Uh, I guess it’s a different flavor. Yours is peppermint and mine is blueberry,” Richard says slowly and licks his lips. He just had to buy it in the store and it really tastes fantastic.

“Blueberry?! And you gave me the normal one?” Paul says and he sounds appalled. Richard snickers, because that’s just another thing about Paul. He can always make him laugh, even about stupid things like this. Paul pouts and Richard's wish to kiss him gets only stronger.

“Seems like it,” this time Richard is the one who licks slowly over his candy cane, while Paul looks turned on and angry at the same time. Richard shudders under his gaze. It feels a bit dirty to do this, but he has to say that he likes how Paul is looking at him.

“Let me taste it,” Paul says and he takes a step forward. Richard shakes his head and takes a few steps back until his back touches the cold fridge.

“No, you have your own and since we still want to eat dinner later, you will not get another one,” Richard says, smiling widely and he holds the candy cane up as much as he can, so Paul won’t get it. Richard is a bit taller than Paul and they all know how much he loves to point that out.

But to his surprise Paul grins.

“Hold still.”

And before Richard can even register the words, Paul is already onto him. Richard makes a soft sound when Paul’s lips meet his own, but he relaxes into the kiss shortly after. Paul hums happily.

Richard opens his mouth, so Paul can really taste him and he gets rewarded with a low moan. And fuck, Richard is already in love with that sound.

“Knew it, tastes so good,” Paul says, when he breaks the kiss. Richard is still a bit overwhelmed, they had never kissed like this before. He almost feels dizzy and leans even more against the fridge.

“T-thank you?” Richard says, his voice almost gone. Paul laughs again.

“I meant the candy cane, but I guess you were pretty good tasting too,” Paul answers cheekily and Richard slaps against his chest. Paul just winks once more at him and then he is already walking out of the kitchen.

Richard stays where he is for at least another ten minutes. He only comes back to himself, when the kitchen door opens and Till looks at him.

“Are you okay?” Till asks and the worry is so clear in his voice.

“Yeah uh sure, I just… wanted to start with the cooking for dinner,” Richard says and Till nods. He doesn’t seem very satisfied with the answer, but at least he doesn’t ask more questions.

Richard smiles at him.

“Uhm your face is all blue,” Till says pointing at his own mouth and Richard’s blushes.

Fuck.

The next day Richard had bought more candy canes in every flavor he could find. He even made sure that he got a few blueberry ones because Paul had liked them so much. Right now he’s cleaning the dishes from yesterday though.

“There you are,” Paul says, when he enters the kitchen. He looks really happy and is smiling again. Richard’s stomach does a somersault. He knows exactly why he fell in love with this man.

“Hi, wanna help me?” Richard asks and he points at all the plates who are still on the table. Paul pretends to think about that for a moment, before he shakes his head.

“No thank you. But I’m kinda hungry,” Paul says and he rubs over his stomach again. Richard chuckles and then starts to wash one of the plates. There’s so much ketchup still left on it. Ugh sometimes he hates this band.

“I bought you more candy canes,” Richard says and he points at the small bag with Paul’s name on it. Paul takes the bag and looks into it. Richard had bought him at least ten candy canes, but he doesn’t seem happy about them.

“Only blue ones?” Paul asks and Richard chuckles.

“Well I thought you liked them so much,” Richard answers, even though he has a lot of different ones in the cupboards. He wouldn’t tell him about those yet.

“I did…,” Paul says, but he doesn’t sound as if it’s the truth. Richard frowns.

Paul continues to look at him and Richard stares back. Suddenly it’s so quiet in the kitchen, Richard can’t even hear the others anymore. Maybe they had left already.

“Aren’t you eating a candy cane with me?” Paul asks then and he tilts his head to one side. Richard thinks about that for a moment, he just had some cookies and he didn't want to eat that much sugar anymore, but he had found some flavors he had really wanted to try.

“I could. Wait I got myself sour green apple ones,” Richard says and he gets his box of candy canes. He had bought way too many and would need to get rid of some of them but they just sounded so good.

“Sour green apple?” Paul makes a face at that and Richard smiles.

“Yeah I bet they will be good,” Richard answers and opens one. Paul continues to watch him, still frowning when Richard sucks on the green candy cane. He knows how much Paul hates everything with apple flavor.

“Can I have a taste?” Paul asks finally. Richard has to hide his own grin and sucks even more on it.

“I thought you wouldn’t like those,” Richard says, but he holds his own candy out to Paul, who looks so disgusted by that. Richard innocently bats his eyelashes at him, because two could play this game.

“Well I mean… taste can change,” Paul says and he holds his hand out. Richard thinks that he will take the candy cane, but instead Paul 'accidently’ lets it fall to the ground. He probably thinks Richard is an idiot.

How sweet.

“Oh no,” Paul says and Richard can’t help but laugh. That was so damn fake. Paul tries to look innocent though and blinks up at Richard, before he looks back down to the candy cane that's now broken on the ground.

“Seems like now you can’t try it,” Richard says and he wants to turn around to continue cleaning the dishes. Paul’s hand on his arm stops him.

“M-maybe you could show me how it tasted,” Paul says and he whispers the words so sweetly. Richard didn't want to make it this easy, but he feels himself nodding already and just like that Paul is kissing him again.

Richard is prepared this time and kisses Paul back. Paul’s tongue licks over his lower lip again and Richard opens his mouth, so Paul can taste him. Eh... the candy cane.

Paul’s groans against his lips sound so good and Richard needs a moment when Paul breaks the kiss again. It doesn’t really matter how Paul kisses him, Richard is left speechless every single time.

Paul smiles and Richard snorts, because it’s obvious that Paul hated the taste.

“And?”

“Hm?”

“What did you think? Do you like sour green apples?” Richard asks and Paul takes the tiniest step back. They’re still standing rather close together. Paul licks over his lips again and shakes his head.

“No but uhm… I think I like you,” Paul says and Richard had never seen him this shy. His own heartbeat speeds up again at those words.

Richard leans back closer only to press another short kiss on Paul’s mouth. His own fault, now that Richard tasted him, he has to do it again and again. He feels addicted to him.

Luckily Paul kisses him back.

“Paul I’m… I’m in love with you too,” Richard says then because it feels like now or never. Paul comes closer again, pressing him against the counter and his smile is so breathtaking.

The whole bag of candy canes falls down the floor, but they don’t care about that. Paul could’ve tried a new one but Richard wouldn’t tell him that. He’s glad that Paul had kissed him again.

“Good because I never tasted something better than you,” Paul mumbles into the next kiss.

(Richard slaps him for that kind of flirtline.)

“Will you help me now with the dishes?”

“No.”

Richard pouts.

"Okay, fine. But that will cost you a lot more kisses,” Paul says and Richard snorts. As if he’d been the only one who had eaten dinner yesterday and used all those dishes.

Richard makes sure to eat another apple candy cane just to annoy Paul for this.

Paul doesn’t even seem to mind, because he kisses him again and again.

Richard knows why he’d fallen for this one.

“Looks like we’re really mint to be,” Paul says and Richard snorts.

Idiot.

#paulchard #reeshyzadventcalendar

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gifsbysimplysonia · 10 months ago

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Ahead there be

It sounded like he hadn't gotten much sleep either.

So right off the bat, she's awoken from slumber in the middle of the night and she KNOWS this about Bucky. To me? That reads intimacy, and intimacy that goes beyond sex, but let's see if I'm right.

“Yeah, I got back a bit ago,” he replied, swearing under his breath. “It’s really late. I just…” “Need me,” you finished for him, stretching your back as you stood up. If he wanted to tell you he made it home safely from his latest assignment, he would've sent you a text. You knew by now that a call meant he had to see you in person.

Finishing sentences? Mmmhm. Suspicion confirmed as far as I am concerned, lol.

“Okay. I’ll send a car,” he said. He never let you pay for a ride yourself. “Thank you,” he added so softly you almost missed it. “You don't need to thank me,” you assured him, though you appreciated hearing it. “I’ll see you soon.” “I’ll be waiting,” he promised, your heart skipping a beat before he hung up.

There's an obvious desire emanating from her to take care of him, and if Bucky is "always" paying for cars, to me, that's a love language and another kind of care. So again ... that's an intimacy at play here between these two.

You never expected to meet the man, let alone connect with him. That was your life now though. You were sleeping with Bucky Barnes. But it wasn't that cut and dry.

Ohhhhhhhhhh no lol. Complication! I'm not a person who normally does angst so I'm hoping that doesn't come into play here, but it SEEMS like we are heading towards her DEFINITELY having feelings but not supposed to? And unrequited love can be so difficult *worried*

After years of enduring horrific pain and having no control over his actions, he felt lost once he was free. In his eyes, he would never be able to right all the wrongs of the atrocities he was forced to commit, but making amends for his past was a start. It wasn't enough though to heal the cracks from within. It couldn't stop him from plunging into the deep abyss of his mind where it once felt whole. He had to find a way to feel semi-normal again. He needed to do something good for someone else outside of his heroic duties. And he had to do so in an environment where he could express himself openly, honestly, and authentically with a person he could trust.

Absolutely gorgeous description. I read it a few times on my first go through of this story. So much of the Bucky fic I used to read would have him broken and stuck there, needing to be saved essentially. This reads to me like he understands himself, he knows what he has to do and he's starting that work. This is not someone who will be passive in their recovery and I LOVE that for him, so thank you for this portrayal, it makes my heart sing.

“You wanna be my angel?”

Is there any answer other than YES PLEASE???

You may be his angel, but you weren't his girlfriend. He wasn't in a place to have a typical relationship. You weren't just a fuck buddy either. You were his submissive of sorts, along with his confidant and a way for him to find release and some sense of normalcy.

Oh nooooooooooooo

While he sometimes fucked you like a whore, he never once treated you like one. He cared for your well-being and checked in on you the way a boyfriend would. He kept his place stocked with your favorite snacks. You didn't sleep with anyone else and neither did he. You looked out for each other. Unlike your last boyfriend. As far as arrangements went, you could do much worse. There were rules set in place. Bucky was honest about his needs and helped you heal your wounds from the failure of your previous relationship. But the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be with him. Was it a recipe for disaster?

Gurl, I am so sorry, but you are headed for HEART AAAAAAACHE. And we are headed for angst, me thinks :( I mean, especially is someone is taking care of you in ways that are SUPERIOR to your last partner ... like, how are you not supposed to fall for them? And then they look like Bucky freakin' Barnes! Sigh. I'm already anxious.

His gaze practically set your heart on fire and it went full ablaze when he tenderly smiled. He was stunningly beautiful even in the dark of night. It almost hurt to look back at him. You had it bad.

The way I want her to tell the driver KEEP GOING and just go on the run cuz like, she's going to get her heart broken. "Almost hurts to look at him" reminds me of Jordan Catalano and My So-Called Life so I am here for that bit of nostalgia as well!

Neither of you spoke as he guided you to his apartment on the first floor and you didn't push him to make small talk. It was a delicate arrangement and some nights didn't call for filler.

See, this level of comfort between 2 folks? It's so ideal. That's what we all aspire to, no? So I can COMPLETELY understand being seduced by that and catching feelings!

He didn't have much as far as decor, but he did have a piece of art that his best friend, Steve, drew hung up in the hall.

Yay for a shoutout to his bestie!

He also had a bowl that you made on the console to hold his keys, which he promptly set them in. It meant something that he even let you into his apartment when others close to him had never been invited.

HE HAS FEELINGS TOO! You don't keep things people MAKE FOR YOU and give out exclusive invites to people you don't .... let me be quiet.

He refused to have sex with you if you were inebriated. Said it took consent away and you wouldn't be alert enough to use a safeword if necessary.

Consent is always sexy, love this. Fits with Bucky to a t.

You could still smell his cologne from the small distance across the room, amber and cedarwood. Warm, comforting, dominating. All the things he was to you. Not the monster he sometimes believed himself to be.

Beautifully written again. Not only do the specific smells referenced draw me even further into that room with them, but seeing him through her eyes is also comforting and brings a warmth because there's respect and reverence there.

“You really trust that I won’t hurt you?” Your smile slipped, the questions like a punch to the gut as you walked toward him. You stopped a foot in front of him to give him some breathing room as he made eye contact. Where had that come from? What happened to make him question that?

So you can be someone who knows they need to heal, starts the work to do so, but what I've learned personally on my own journey is while many of us THINK or WOULD LIKE that journey to be linear? There are actually peaks and valleys. And Bucky has hit a valley and it makes me want to hug him.

He looked away and asked above a whisper, “Do you still think I'm a good man?”

So I'm a fan of Doctor Who and I reference the Twelfth Doctor as My Doctor and this was one of the questions that was one of his consistent storylines. It's something I wonder about myself all the time and why I identified with and adore 12 so much. And to know Bucky is having a moment where he's going through it ... I'm just very relieved that he's not alone and has support.

He slowly made eye contact with you, a storm swirling in his stare. “You are a good man,” you stated, needing to reach the part of him that believed it. “And it doesn't matter how many times you ask me that, my answer isn't going to change. Ever.”

I wanna hug her too now for knowing her self so well that she can answer without hesitation which is something he NEEDS at that moment.

“I just had to hear you say it,” he whispered as he cupped your face.

“Now go to my room, get undressed, and kneel on the bed facing the headboard,” he ordered, his voice low and allowing the words to sink in just in case you had any objections. Because he was done talking and ready to play. So were you.

DAMN that switch flipped QUICK! But I love that ... for him, her, and all of us

“And I love that I'm the one you trust to take care of you.” “I trust you with my life, Sir,” you moaned. And your heart, even though he had the power to break it.

“You deserve to feel good because you are good. So fucking good.” Your lower lip trembled as a sob worked its way to your throat, “Thank you, Sir,” you whimpered before he squeezed. “And I. Deserve. You.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. You didn’t have to see his face to know the fury that surfaced. “My angel. Mine.”

LORRRRRRRRRRRRRRDT! I love a talkative partner in the bedroom and this Bucky is VERY GOOD at the salacious sexy talk.

“So fucking beautiful. You did so well for me. Fuck, I just wanna clean you with my tongue and fill you up all over again,” he praised as you clenched around nothing and whined. As hot as it sounded, you needed a bit of rest after that. “Not tonight,” he smiled, keeping a hand on you as he grabbed a wipe.

He didn't tear his gaze away as he reached for the water behind him, which you gratefully accepted as he put it to your lips. “You amaze me, you know? You just came back to yourself, but you're talking about me being okay.” “Isn’t that why you call me?” You asked with a small frown, taking another large sip. “To help you?” His brows furrowed. “It’s not just about me. This is about you, too.”

All the blessings as Bucky is extremely attentive and well prepared for after care which I LOVE. That doesn't come up in enough fic for me that explores this dynamic so seeing it here is top notch.

He doesn't want to go to therapy which makes me laugh.

“Well, being able to speak to someone who provides non-judgemental and empathetic support is one thing.” “That’s why I like talking to you,” he said, the affection in his voice making your heart skip a beat. “Oh,” you said, not sure what else to say. Moments like that made you think he cared. No, that wasn’t right. You knew he cared about you. But hearing things like that made you feel like there was hope for more and he wasn’t ready for that. Hope was both a wonderful and dangerous thing.

and then

In the morning, he’d send you back to your place after he made you breakfast. He’d text you later to make sure you were okay. He would continue to check in and you would do your best not to fall for him more. Because one day he wouldn't need you anymore. You didn't know when that day would come, but tonight you could indulge in the fantasy that Bucky wanted you to be his girl. Permanently.

.............. IDK what to do with myself lol

And that's how I felt after reading this for the first time, and again now when I went through for feedback. There's such an amazing bond between these two but I am SO reading ATTACHMENT and like ... what I've read about the D/s lifestyle, that's not a requirement so like ... if Bucky doesn't fess up to feelings, she's gonna get hurt cuz she's a goner and NONE OF US BLAME HER!

The smut, which I didn't even touch on because I'm so obsessed with the connection between these two is also VERY hot and spicy. Highly recommend.

I don't know if there's going to be more with these 2 but if there is, I hope that it comes across my dash again (thanks for the rec @buckets-and-trees) and thank you for creating and sharing @navybrat817

Indulgence

Pairing: Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Female Reader Summary: When Bucky calls, you go to him. Word Count: Over 5.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, D/s elements, bondage, aftercare, established arrangement, insecurities, pet names, longing, possessive behavior, world building, mix of canon and non-canon, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I'm very excited for this new AU, lovelies! There's a deep bond between these two, but we know the road to love isn't always easy. ❤️Beta read by the amazing @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. And thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer for listening to me ramble about this part. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had only been asleep for an hour when your phone went off, your eyes barely open as you reached for the device and saw the familiar name appear. “Bucky?” You answered drowsily.

“Hey, angel,” he said roughly, the pet name bringing a sleepy smile to your face. It sounded like he hadn't gotten much sleep either. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay. I have tomorrow off,” you said, a bit more alert as you sat up. “Are you at your apartment?”

“Yeah, I got back a bit ago,” he replied, swearing under his breath. “It’s really late. I just…”

“Need me,” you finished for him, stretching your back as you stood up. If he wanted to tell you he made it home safely from his latest assignment, he would've sent you a text. You knew by now that a call meant he had to see you in person. “Give me a few minutes?”

“You sure? I understand if you’d rather go back to bed.”

“I’m not going to get any sleep until I know you will, too,” you said. It would drive you crazy. “I want to come over. Okay?”

You wondered if the call dropped since you didn't hear anything on the other end. “Okay. I’ll send a car,” he said. He never let you pay for a ride yourself. “Thank you,” he added so softly you almost missed it.

“You don't need to thank me,” you assured him, though you appreciated hearing it. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he promised, your heart skipping a beat before he hung up.

You brushed your teeth again before you changed out of your pajamas. The outfit didn't exactly matter. If it had, he would’ve told you what you wear. It wouldn't stay on long anyway. You sensed that this was a night for him to simply blow off some steam or release anything still pent up from his assignment.

You were more than happy to help.

“On my way.” You messaged him a few minutes later as you went out to the car.

You politely greeted the driver before gazing out the window. If anyone had told you months ago that you’d be sleeping with the former Winter Soldier, you would’ve laughed at them for saying something so crazy. You never expected to meet the man, let alone connect with him. That was your life now though. You were sleeping with Bucky Barnes.

But it wasn't that cut and dry.

“I’ll be outside.” He sent back.

You smiled to yourself as you thought about Bucky, the man searching for himself again. After years of enduring horrific pain and having no control over his actions, he felt lost once he was free. In his eyes, he would never be able to right all the wrongs of the atrocities he was forced to commit, but making amends for his past was a start. It wasn't enough though to heal the cracks from within. It couldn't stop him from plunging into the deep abyss of his mind where it once felt whole.

He had to find a way to feel semi-normal again. He needed to do something good for someone else outside of his heroic duties. And he had to do so in an environment where he could express himself openly, honestly, and authentically with a person he could trust.

That was where you came into the picture.

If Bucky called, no matter what time of day and you were available, you went to his place in a car he paid for. You stayed until you were both satisfied. A more crude way to think of it was that you helped him fuck out his frustrations and gave him a means to inflict pleasure on someone instead of hurt. It was a routine you were used to by now.

“You wanna be my angel?”

Unlike your last boyfriend.

As far as arrangements went, you could do much worse. There were rules set in place. Bucky was honest about his needs and helped you heal your wounds from the failure of your previous relationship. But the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Was it a recipe for disaster?

The drive seemed faster than usual because before you knew it the car stopped in front of Bucky’s apartment building. Your pulse quickened when you saw the brunette standing by the door, donned in his usual leather jacket. Even from a short distance, he looked massive and heat bloomed in your core as you knew what was to come. He moved to the curb with more grace than a man his size should have, his hard blue eyes set on you through the glass before he opened the door.

His gaze practically set your heart on fire and it went full ablaze when he tenderly smiled. He was stunningly beautiful even in the dark of night. It almost hurt to look back at him.

You had it bad.

“Hey,” he said, offering you his gloved hand to help you out. You hardly ever saw him out without his vibranium hand covered. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hey,” you smiled softly, giving the driver a quick thanks before you got out. “You, too.”

Bucky's large hand moved to the small of your back as he gently led you toward the building and opened the door. He didn't like to linger outside for too long. Neither of you spoke as he guided you to his apartment on the first floor and you didn't push him to make small talk. It was a delicate arrangement and some nights didn't call for filler.

Still, you tried to get a read on his emotions. There was a stiffness to his stance, but he didn't appear upset or angry. You also didn’t spot any obvious injuries.

“Were you hurt?” You asked as he took his keys out. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you knew how dangerous the missions were.

He turned and stared at you, not at all surprised by your question since you always asked. “No, I didn’t get hurt,” he assured you, reaching up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. “But I can't exactly talk about it either. I’m sorry.”

You nodded in understanding. It was information you weren't privy to and you doubted he called tonight to talk about it anyway. He peeled back layers of himself, yet there was so much underneath that you didn't know about. You cared for him regardless.

“Bucky, you don't have to apologize for that,” you reminded him.

“I just feel bad. You can tell me about your work, but I can't always talk about mine,” he said, looking both ways before he poked his head into his apartment.

“My job isn’t as ‘exciting’ as yours,” you teased before he let you in.

Bucky had a nice place. The partially exposed brick walls paired well with the hardwood floors. Tasteful, but not extravagant. The thick curtains in the living room matched the drapes in his bedroom. Since he occasionally slept on the floor by the oversized chair, it helped to block out the sun. He didn't have much as far as decor, but he did have a piece of art that his best friend, Steve, drew hung up in the hall.

He also had a bowl that you made on the console to hold his keys, which he promptly set them in.

It meant something that he even let you into his apartment when others close to him had never been invited.

“Need anything to drink?” He asked, slipping his jacket and glove off.

He had an empty glass waiting on the kitchen island in case you did. While you indulged in a drink now and then, he wouldn't allow you to have too many. He refused to have sex with you if you were inebriated. Said it took consent away and you wouldn't be alert enough to use a safeword if necessary.

He wouldn't budge on that rule.

“No, thanks,” you answered, gazing at him.

His T-shirt strained against his biceps, one flesh and one vibranium. You could still smell his cologne from the small distance across the room, amber and cedarwood. Warm, comforting, dominating. All the things he was to you.

Not the monster he sometimes believed himself to be.

You eyed him as he poured himself a shot of whiskey, the need to soothe him coming forward when you caught a distant look in his eyes. He didn't even make a move to down his drink as he set his hands on the counter and stared off. Maybe he couldn't give you the details about what happened, but you could take care of him.

Because as much as he sometimes had to have control over you, both of you had power in your relationship.

“Bucky?” You gently called out, pulling him from his trance. “You can talk to me, even if you have to keep some things to yourself.”

His shoulders dropped as he sighed. “Three months.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Three months since we started this,” he answered.

You realized he was right when you remembered the date. It felt longer yet still brand new. “Yeah. Three great months,” you smiled.

A knot formed in your stomach when he didn't smile back. “And you still feel safe with me?” He asked, gripping the counter so hard you thought it might crumble in his hands. “You really trust that I won’t hurt you?”

Your smile slipped, the questions like a punch to the gut as you walked toward him. You stopped a foot in front of him to give him some breathing room as he made eye contact. Where had that come from? What happened to make him question that?

“Of course, I feel safe. Not only do I feel safe with you and trust you, I know that you won't hurt me. You will always take care of me,” you said with fierce determination, yet with a vulnerability you couldn't hide. “If I didn't believe that, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t submit to you.”

You told him the same thing the day you two agreed on this arrangement. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he wasn't like your ex. He wouldn't just throw you away without a second thought or ignore your needs. You also had faith in him that he wouldn't harm you.

And as much as you trusted him, he trusted you that much more. If he didn't, he wouldn't have called you in the first place. That meant he still trusted himself around you.

He looked away and asked above a whisper, “Do you still think I'm a good man?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation, your heart aching when his jaw clenched. “Bucky, look at me, please.”

He slowly made eye contact with you, a storm swirling in his stare.

“You are a good man,” you stated, needing to reach the part of him that believed it. “And it doesn't matter how many times you ask me that, my answer isn't going to change. Ever.”

Bucky was silent, his breathing the only sound in the space. You were worried that you said the wrong thing before he pushed himself away from the counter. Instead of moving back when he approached, you stood firm, ready to brace the storm. You sometimes felt like a mouse confronted by a lion when he got close, but it sent a thrill through you. Because you meant what you said.

You trusted him and he made you feel safe.

“I just had to hear you say it,” he whispered as he cupped your face.

A fire lit within you as Bucky captured your mouth with his. There was care and tenderness beneath the hunger and you found yourself clinging to his arms as you kissed him back. No one before him had ever kissed you with such desire, such passion. It had you chasing his lips when he pulled away too soon.

So were you.

It took you a moment to answer since you had to bite back a whine. “Yes, Sir,” you whispered, feeling his eyes on you as you walked to his bedroom.

You focused on keeping your breathing even as you shed your clothes, taking a moment to fold them before you set them on the chair in the corner. The only time you left your garments on the floor was if Bucky put them there or had you put on a show for him. It was his space and you respected it.

He hadn't told you how long to wait for him, but your heart thumped as you knelt on the queen sized bed. You didn’t see any toys as you glanced around, but there was water, snacks, wipes, and the soft blanket you loved waiting on the nightstand. It took a moment for you to spot that there was a blindfold and scarf on top of the blanket. Your womb clenched in anticipation, an exquisite feeling knowing your patience and obedience would reward you.

Bucky walked through the door a minute later and shut it behind him. The energy shifted completely, both of you ready for each other. As much as you wanted to lift your gaze and look behind you, you kept your eyes downcast as he approached the bed. He cupped your cheek once he was close enough and forced your eyes to meet his.

“My beautiful angel,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your skin as you glowed from the praise. He reached for the scarf and ran his fingers across the silk as he glanced at you. “As much as I hate to cover those beautiful eyes of yours and restrain you, I want you to concentrate on my touch tonight. Just let me have you.”

A shiver rolled down your spine as you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hands behind your back,” he said, moving to secure them once you did so. The silk was soft against your skin, almost as soft as the kiss to your shoulder. After years of being restrained, you knew he felt guilty at times taking your control away. The difference was you gave yourself to him willingly. “Tell me your safewords.”

“Green is good. Yellow to pause,” you stated, testing the scarf. He never bound you too tight, but it was enough that you couldn’t slip your wrists free. “Red to stop."

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You turned your head a fraction so he could slot his lips properly over yours. Gentle, yet hot enough to melt your insides. “My good girl.”

He maneuvered you so you were in the middle of the bed and spread your knees a bit further apart. He joined you on his knees, still fully clothed. Casting your gaze down again, you bit your lip when you saw the prominent bulge in his pants. A hand came up to grasp your chin before you could stare for too long and lifted your head. If you were still wearing your panties, they would’ve dampened from his darkened gaze.

“So beautiful and all mine tonight,” he said.

“I’m yours, Sir,” you whispered, the word “always” unspoken.

“And I know you were staring,” he smirked, his fingers working the button and zipper of his jeans. His impressive cock sprang free once he pushed his underwear and pants down far enough and you wished you could lean down and swirl your tongue around the large head. “Greedy angel. Just desperate to have my cock in you.”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” you begged.

He made a show of lifting the blindfold before he slipped it over your head, your body tensing up when your world went dark. Sight was one of the senses you relied on the most. It helped you absorb most of the world around you. And now it was temporarily gone. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest as you breathed a bit heavier. But Bucky was there, softly touching your face until you relaxed.

“Breathe, angel. I’ve got you,” he whispered, drawing a gasp from you when his lips touched yours. His hands mapped your body, brushing along your breasts down to your thighs. You felt him everywhere. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered as a hand moved around your back and forced you to arch. He was careful not to hurt your arms. “Please.”

Your head fell back with a moan as his lips closed around your nipple. You could practically feel that he looked up at you as he gently suckled. A wave of arousal crashed through you as he pinched the other. No one had ever lavished your body with such attention the way Bucky did.

“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured against the swell of your breast. “Helpless. Trembling. Needy.”

You didn't mean to let such a wanton moan escape, but he made you feel needed. He made you feel wanted. It was a beautiful thing to surrender to him.

“And I love that I'm the one you trust to take care of you.”

“I trust you with my life, Sir,” you moaned.

And your heart, even though he had the power to break it.

Your chest suddenly felt colder when Bucky pulled his mouth and hand away and you shook from the loss of his heat. His vibranium hand touched your torso to remind you he was close when he shifted closer to you on the bed. You gasped when he dragged his hand down and you were helpless to do anything but feel when it slid between your legs.

“You're doing so well for me,” he said, his teeth grazing your neck as his fingers spread your sopping folds. He teased you, letting you soak his metal fingers as you mewled. He lightly bit you again when he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding along your slit, but not pushing inside you just yet. “You want me inside you? You need me to fuck you, don't you? Tell me.”

Your cheeks flamed as you whined. “I need you to fuck me, Sir,” you said, trying to widen your thighs to take him in more.

“I will. I'm going to give you everything you need,” he rumbled, gripping your hips with strong and capable hands to keep you still. “And you’re going to let me ruin your pretty little pussy with my cock.”

You panted with want at his possessiveness. Filthy words were something you never thought you’d hear from someone associated with The Avengers and they kicked your body into overdrive. You ached to have him split you open. “Ruin me, Sir.”

In one swift move he lifted you, pulled you into his lap, and buried himself to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as you let out a cry, every inch of his cock stretching and making itself at home in your welcoming cunt. You couldn't brace yourself on his shoulders with your hands behind your back. You couldn't see the ecstasy in his eyes as he let you adjust to his size, but you didn't have to. Not with the way he dug his fingers in and groaned against your shoulder.

He took you to heaven when he was inside you.

“Color,” he said against your skin, thrusting his hips up once.

“Green,” you moaned, reminding yourself to stay still when you wanted him to move. “So green.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, gently kissing up to your ear. “Keep being good while I bounce you up and down on my cock.”

Your eyes fluttered behind the blindfold as he pulled you up and slammed you back down on his cock. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your heart beat frantically in your chest. It was difficult to string thoughts together, but they all went back to him and how good he made you feel. How he made you feel beautiful.

Flaws and all.

“It’s like your cunt was made for me, angel. Practically crying all over my cock,” his voice was smoky as sounds of pleasure tumbling from your lips. The next moan was softer when he slid a hand up to your neck, resting it there as the other kept your hips flush against his. “You deserve to feel good because you are good. So fucking good.”

Your lower lip trembled as a sob worked its way to your throat, “Thank you, Sir,” you whimpered before he squeezed.

“And I. Deserve. You.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. You didn’t have to see his face to know the fury that surfaced. “My angel. Mine.”

It overwhelmed you as he bounced you in his lap, sinking you down onto him again and again. His thrusts were almost unforgiving, but the hand on your throat didn’t tighten anymore. He couldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’m your angel, Sir,” you moaned as he reduced you to a needy wet mess.

“I wanna tear you apart,” he growled against your lips. “And put you back together so you still feel me when you fucking breathe.”

“Tear me apart, Sir,” you gasped, a plea for him to use you more. Your thighs hit his as he thrust up and all you could do was take it. He touched places inside you no one else could reach, physically and emotionally, and you never wanted it to stop. “Please!”

“Tell me you need me to come inside you and I’ll let you come,” he ordered, the hand on your neck squeezing a fraction. “Say it.”

“Come inside me, Sir,” you begged.

“Bucky,” he breathed against your lips. “Say. My. Name.”

Your next breath was shaky. He always had you call him “Sir” on nights like this. Why was this different?

Your orgasm began to crest, but you couldn’t let go until you gave him what he wanted. And he’d give you what you needed. “Come inside me, Bucky,” you exhaled. “Please.”

He swiped his thumb along your pulse with a deep groan, his cock still driving up into you. “I will after you come,” he promised, his tongue sliding past your parted lips and pulling away all too quickly. “C’mon, angel. Come for me. Show me you’re mine.”

The sob you tampered down earlier resuraced, wrenched from your throat as you came. Your release continued, practically leaking around his cock as tears slid out beneath the blindfold. You were beyond rational thought as pleasure spiraled through you, vaguely aware that he thrust through it to chase his own end.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He grunted, pulsing hotly inside you as he filled you up.

Both of you panted as you continued to drift from euphoria, your heart still beating wildly. You were warm, but your body shivered as he lifted you up. Your combined release slid from your aching cunt once he slipped free. You floated and wanted him to catch you, but you couldn’t put your arms around him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered when you let out a whimper. He made quick work of untying your wrists so he could lay you down properly and wipe away the tears still on your cheeks. “I’m going to take the blindfold off.”

Your eyes stayed shut for a moment when Bucky removed it, but you cracked them open when you wanted to see him. Your vision slowly cleared as you blinked a few times, your mind still floating as he came into view. He called you an angel, but he was the one who had a halo around his head at the moment. A gorgeous angel who had unrightfully had his wings taken away. He smiled like he wanted to eat you alive, but his touch was nothing short of tender when he brought his hand to your face.

A reason he had everything close by was because you craved his touch after sex. If he ever got too far away, you whimpered and reached for him. It made you feel needy, but he assured you that he needed to keep touching you just as badly.

It just wasn’t fair that he looked so composed.

Bucky continued to shower you with soft praise as he cleaned you up. It didn’t take him long before he wrapped the soft blanket around you, trembles moved through your entire body as he put his arms around you, too. He took aftercare very seriously. It was a way for you to feel cared for and nurtured while allowing your body and brain to return back to normal. He never wanted you to experience negativity or sadness after any sort of session, especially an intense one.

You were aware that he moved you closer in his arms and rested his cheek against the top of your head, but you weren't ready to speak yet. It always took you a minute to come back to yourself and he was never one to rush or push you. If relaxing in his embrace was what it took to return to the world, he was more than content to keep you in his arms.

At least, that was what he told you.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes. Your heartbeat was back to a steady rhythm, but you still weren't ready to move yet. You were warm and safe. Bucky was there to take care of you. But what about him?

Had you taken care of him?

Bucky had a faint smile on his face when you lifted your head, his shoulders relaxed and eyes soft. Like he was at ease with everything around him. “Welcome back, angel,” he whispered, peppering your face with light kisses.

“Hey,” you smiled tiredly, your voice a little hoarse as you brought a hand to his hair, happy that you could touch him again. Judging by the way his eyes slipped shut for a moment before he opened them, he missed your touch, too.

“You okay?”

“I am and so are you. You're okay.” It wasn't a question. Whatever haunted him earlier was gone.

For now.

“Isn’t that why you call me?” You asked with a small frown, taking another large sip. “To help you?”

His brows furrowed. “It’s not just about me. This is about you, too.”

You took one more drink before you could say something stupid. Yes, this was about you, too. How he didn't push too far. How he’d hold you after sex and talk with you because those things were important to you. How he made you feel cherished and wanted for a short while.

You just didn't want to admit that he was a constant in your mind. But would it be so wrong if you did? Even if he’d never date you, didn't he have a right to know how you felt?

Communication was key and you would have to eventually tell him if those feelings persisted.

“It’s about both of us and I just want you to be okay,” is what you said because it was the truth.

He set the water aside and cupped your cheek, his calloused hand a little cool, but nice. You almost wished you could hide from his knowing eyes, but he didn’t press you for more. “I am now,” he said, swallowing a little. “I just couldn't let you see me tonight.”

Worry filled his eyes like he may have upset you, but you shook your head. You had seen his scars, but he was never obligated to show you his body. “You're letting me see you now,” you said, scooting closer as he brought your wrist to his mouth to kiss it.

You thought about how the evening played out. How he asked if you thought he was a good man. How he demanded that you speak his name. And how he said he deserved you. Either something happened while he was gone or someone said or did something to get to him. You wished you knew what it was since he didn’t expand on what had been eating away at him before.

“And before you ask, you didn't hurt me,” you told him, knowing the question was coming. You appreciated that he cared enough to check.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good because I’d never stop hating myself if I did,” he admitted, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “You don't deserve that kind of pain.”

Your heart swelled, not letting any past hurt enter your mind. He made you believe that you deserved better than what you had. It was a good feeling.

“Neither do you. And that's a reason why safewords exist. Both of us can use them,” you reminded him. Like aftercare, he took the words seriously. He listened to you. And if he ever got overwhelmed, he had every right to stop it the same way you did. “So no self-hate tonight.”

He huffed in mock annoyance. “Yes, ma’am. And speaking of self-hate,” he teased, tilting his head to look your way. “I really don’t want to go to therapy tomorrow.”

There was a forced calmness in his blue eyes as you assessed him. “You still don’t like your therapist,” you stated.

One of the conditions of his pardon was that he had to go to therapy. It was meant to help him process his thoughts and past experiences in order to work through them. Though he didn’t tell you what went on in his sessions as it was none of your business, he didn’t keep it a secret from you that the doctor was far from his favorite person.

You wondered if Bucky told her about you.

“What’s there to like?” He asked.

You smiled a little, knowing better than to poke the bear and say she probably wasn't that bad. “Well, being able to speak to someone who provides non-judgemental and empathetic support is one thing.”

“That’s why I like talking to you,” he said, the affection in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh,” you said, not sure what else to say.

Moments like that made you think he cared. No, that wasn’t right. You knew he cared about you. But hearing things like that made you feel like there was hope for more and he wasn’t ready for that.

Hope was both a wonderful and dangerous thing.

“Have you met anyone else?” He asked suddenly, moving his hand to your back.

It was a question Bucky asked every time he had you over. He said from the start if there was another man in your life that you’d rather be with, someone who could offer you more, he’d step aside. There wasn't anyone else. You didn't want anyone else.

And while it was admirable that he would walk away if that ever changed, your heart ached at the thought that he’d easily let you go. Because at the end of the day he wasn't ready for a relationship. Not yet.

Even if he was, who said he wanted one with you?

“No, I haven't met anyone,” you said, feeling the warm breath of his exhale against your skin as his hand moved up and down your back. It relaxed you more and you found yourself fighting a yawn. “Have you?”

“No,” he chuckled. The crinkles by his eyes made him look carefree. “Not since you saved me.”

You shut your eyes, afraid that tears would well up if you looked at him. “I didn't save you. All I did was buy you a coffee one afternoon,” you whispered dismissively.

That day changed your life.

“I’m going to let that slide since you're sleepy, but I’m going to remind you when you're wide awake that you did a lot more than that,” he spoke. He held you a little tighter when you stayed quiet. You were more tired than you thought. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You let your eyes shut at his command. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bucky.”

“Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

There was something else unspoken in the air, but a tender kiss to your forehead stopped you from reading too deeply into it.

Permanently.

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