#but falcons are cool every time i see em

[existencebringsonlypain]

thank you hunter owl house for introducing me to the wonderful world of bird appreciation

[myonepiece]

Could you perhaps do hc's for Killer, Ace, Luffy and Katakuri having a S/O who has a bird type zoan, and they go scouting in their zoan form, only for some enemy to just. Shoot em down and they plummet to the ground, S/O lives but shit hurts tm

Thanks in advance or for just listenin to me ramble it's cool if you don't wanna write it so like don't worry about rejectin this if you don't vibe w it

I’m sorry if this took long to reply to! I didn’t think I would get any requests so I didn’t check for them ;-;

I hope this is what you meant- Enjoy! <3

Also I love writing Killer and Katakuri headcanons so thank you

Killer, Ace, Luffy, Katakuri headcanon- their S/O with a bird type zoan is shot down by an enemy

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Warnings: slight angst

Killer

•Killer was watching you as you flew above the forest looking for enemies or any supplies the Kid pirates needed

•He heard the shot first but he didn’t know what it was until he saw your falcon form fall

•He sprung into action taking heat with his as they sprinted into the forest towards the spot you were falling towards

•Killer was first into the clearing and immediately launched himself at the groups of enemies waiting for you

•He cut them down in seconds and watched your form hit the ground a mile away

•He was frozen in place as he waited for you to emerge from the cloud of smoke, but when you didn’t he feared the worst

•Killer left Heat to tend the small group of enemies approaching as he ran to your landing spot

•He frantically cleared away the rocks and uncovered your bloodied human form

•He pulled your head into his lap and gently shook you while calling your name

•You still didn’t move

•His breathe was caught in his throat as he heard your pulse grow fainter, he couldn’t loose you

•You had promised to stay with him

•He picked you up bridal style and ran back to the Victoria Punk where he began shouting instructions to the crew’s doctor

•Kid and the rest of the crew watched Killed pace outside of the infirmary until the doctor brought the news of your survival

•Killer spent every spare minute next you holding your hand and watching your face for signs of pain

•He started to always follow under you on foot when you scouted in your bird form Kid totally teased him for being so whipped

Ace

•R.I.P enemies

•Ace was standing on the shore when Thatch called to him saying that you had been shot down

•Sure enough he saw the large pigeon falling from the sky

•His eyes widened and felt his stomach drop

•He ran towards the forest and burned down all the trees in his way as he followed your form to find where you would be landing

•Ace reached the target just in time to catch you, and just in time to catch the approaching enemies and burn them to ashes for harming his love

•He gently shook you, but when you didn’t respond he shook slightly harder snd started calling your name

•After minutes of no response he ran back to ship calling for Marco as tears rolled down his cheeks

•Marco took you into the infirmary and took out the sea stone bullets that were used to shoot you down

•You woke up shortly after, with an Ace clinging to your waist with tear stained cheeks

•He started to keep a closer eye on you when you scouted, and sometimes he would beg Marco to go with you

Luffy

•Oh ho ho poor attackers

•Luffy was playing with Usopp when he heard Chopper start screaming that you were falling

•Luffy turned and immediately sprung over the ship’s railing into the forest

•He broke down trees as he followed the path

•He used his df powers to reach up snd Grab you before you could hit the ground

•As the enemies appeared a little ways away, his only thought was murder, that was until he realized you weren’t moving

•Luffy looked down at the falcon in his arms that was now covered in blood

•He sprinted back to the ship and gave you to Chopper

•Luffy turned around to run back to the forest and give you’d attackers what they deserved for hurting you

•But Zoro held him back, knowing that you would be up soon

•Once Chopper was done and you were lying awake (but drowsy) in bed, Luffy ran in and tackled you

•He sobbed into your shirt for a good few minutes before he just protectively wrapped his arms around you a few times and “guarded” you for the rest of the time on the island (but you don’t know he could do that if he was just laying directly on top of you the whole time like a cat)

Katakuri

•OH HO HO DEAR

•He was watching your albatross form circle the trees, until he heard a gunshot and saw you start to fall, changing back to your human form as you neared the trees

•He sprinted into the forest easily killing the enemies he met along the way

•He reached a clearing where the gunman stood tying you up

•Rage took over as Katakuri saw no movement from your figure

•He tore the gunman and his groups apart quickly

•As he untied you and picked you up, still seeing to signs of life, he felt fear grip his heart as he feared the worst

•He ran back to the ship and demanded all doctors

•As be paced outside of the door, Brûlée tried to reassure him that you were strong and something as trivial as a few sea stone bullets wouldn’t kill you

•But Katakuri still couldn’t get the thought of waking up without you to leave his mind

•He couldn’t go through life without his princess

•Katakuri spent the next few days sitting next to you, he did all work in your room, and he would sleep right next to you- didn’t matter on what it could be a chair, a couch, or even the floor

•He just couldn’t imagine you not being by his side

[deniigi]

I love the fic you showed on Luke, Han, Chewie being kidnapped by the trio- I would love to see more! Is there a chance we might see that fic or sections of it? I hope you are having a great day!

You may see more sections of it! It’s like 30k because I have zero self control sometimes, so idk if I will post the whole thing, but snippets I can do!

I wrote a fuckin’ hilarious bit where Han tells Paz that Luke’s got a crush on Din. Paz thinks about Din’s sexuality for .05 seconds and immediately has an anxiety attack that Din feels like he’s got to hide his queerness.

He brings it up with Din, who promptly astral projects in embarrassment.

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This was a reconnaissance mission now. One which Luke was again having fun on. With Djarin refusing to speak to his comrade, Luke wriggled right into the place he’d left behind and started agitating again. He goaded Djarin and Fett that he could shave hours off the current course time. Han and Chewie hung back and strategically did not back up a damn thing he said.

Paz, uncomfortable to be on any ship that was not his own, clutched at his fingers and watched Luke chasing Djarin like an underfoot puppy in concern.

“What does he want from Din?” he asked Han and Chewie quietly.

Han blinked slowly.

“He’s got a crush,” he said.

Paz’s helmet managed to blanch.

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“Yeah, your boy’s ticking every one of Luke’s boxes, I’m afraid,” Han said while Chewie snickered. “He’s already decided on a destination wedding.”

Paz rubbed a few knuckles under the edge of his helmet and looked away.

“I dunno if the Armorer’s gonna be cool with that,” he said.

Han snorted.

“Armor isn’t strong enough for him, he’s got mind powers,” he said.

Paz’s helmet turned slightly back towards him.

“The Armorer is Din’s parent,” he said. “She leads the teachings at our covert.”

AHA. Orthodox. Han had it now. Djarin was a preacher’s son.

“I don’t know what that means,” Paz said.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” Han told him sympathetically. “It’s okay, though. People are more tolerant than you think.”

“I still don’t know what that means,” Paz repeated.

“You will,” Han soothed, “You will.”

--

 It was an hour before Paz blurted out, “Wait you mean he’s gay?” and Han almost cried, he was laughing so hard.

--

 This was supposed to be a hostage situation, but Paz was making this trip a pleasure cruise. He’d gotten about fourteen thousand times more awkward around both Luke and Djarin anytime they passed by. Luke had caught onto this with interest.

Han did nothing to stop him. He and Chewie finally had entertainment after hours and hours of torture.

Paz inched away.

“I’m happy for you,” he told Luke. “It’s fine.”

Luke cocked his head at him and got closer.

“No, man. Not me, sorry,” Paz said. “You got—you got Din. He’s—well, honestly the last I saw him he was like, fifteen and sort of scrawny, but you know he’s probably grown a couple muscles by now.”

Luke lit up.

“I know, he picked me up,” he said.

Paz vibrated.

“Mm-hm,” he said.

“Do you think he likes me?” Luke asked him.

Paz vibrated so hard his armor nearly started knocking against itself.

“He’s really into ancient Tusken shit,” he said. “Ask him about ancient Tusken shit.”

Luke’s eyes couldn’t get any wider or rounder. Any more of this and his pupils would start dilating, too.

“Copy that,” he said, then vanished.

Chewie whimpered and wiped tears from his eyes. Han leaned into his side and grinned so wide his face hurt.

--

 Luke took to flattening himself against the cockpit door and serenading Djarin in the other side with pleas for information about Ancient Tusken culture. Djarin was understandable baffled. He smelled a rat and refused to be forthcoming with any new knowledge.

That made Luke caterwaul louder until Fett had enough of him and locked Djarin out of the cockpit too, with instructions to ‘silence the Jedi before I do permanently.’

Djarin was now stuck out here with the rest of them. He crouched in front of Luke and they had a staring contest for a good two minutes before Djarin got up and sighed.

“You have so much energy,” he said. “No wonder Grogu likes you.”

Luke rocketed up to stand next to him proudly.

“I don’t sleep most nights,” he said.

Djarin studied him.

“I see that,” he said.

“Han and Leia say that I’m a ‘hostile’ bedpartner when I do,” Luke said with finger quotes for Djarin’s benefit.

Djarin, Han swore, was trying to think of a polite way to say, ‘Sir, I think you’re at breaking point.’ But instead he said, ‘do you like tea?’ to which Luke said, ‘absolutely not.’ Djarin told him that he had a great tea for him to try and was thereafter followed into the Falcon’s kitchenette around the corner.

Paz, in the meantime, was absolutely shitting himself. No longer able to avoid this conversation with Djarin.

“I think it’s cute,” Han goaded with Chewie nudging his ribs the whole time.

“The Armorer will not approve,” Paz insisted.

--

 Djarin had done the impossible: he’d put Luke to sleep. He delicately removed the mug of (possible sleep medication) tea from Luke’s unconscious deathgrip and asked Han where the used dishware went. That was thoughtful. Han told him to just stick it any damn place around the sink and he or Chewie would get to it.

He did and then came back to settle in next to Paz. Paz visibly experienced a rainbow of emotions. Djarin didn’t notice a single one of them. Instead, he crossed his legs and held the orange tips of one hand in the orange tips of the other.

“I wanted to apologize, Paz,” he said. “After what you’ve sacrificed for me and the kid, I should have been more grateful.”

“D—don’t mention it,” Paz stammered. “It’s—it’s the Way.”

“It is the Way,” Djarin agreed. “I think I was afraid of how to face all of you afterwards.”

Han could hear Paz’s internal scream from here.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll bet you, uh, did. It—it wasn’t the first time, was it?”

Djarin sat up a little straighter.

“No. How did you know?” he asked.

Paz shivered.

“Just a feeling,” he said. “You know, uh. Din. You don’t have to be ashamed of anything, right? You’re—you’re like my little brother. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you or anyone say anything to you. Okay?”

Awwwwwwwww.

Djarin looked up into Paz’s visor.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“What? No. I’m. I’m saying, that if you ever had something you wanted to tell me, or you know, any of us. We’re always here to listen,” Paz said. “And to support you.”

Djarin’s silver helmet tilted worriedly.

“I already did,” he said.

“GREAT,” Paz said. “Perfect. You’re doing amazing.”

Djarin pulled back, officially disturbed.

“Right,” he said slowly. “So I’m gonna—”

“Listen, kid,” Paz said, grabbing the strap between Djarin’s chest and back plates and dragging him back down to sitting. “Think about your parent.” He took Djarin’s hand from where he was actively trying to escape and held it in a firm, masculine grip. “She loves you, you know that.”

“Paz, I’m panicking,” Djarin said outloud.

“And she was so happy for you to have a foundling,” Paz carried on like plough. “So she’s gonna be happy for you, no matter what.”

Djarin could not pull his hand out of Paz’s grip, and boy was he trying. He’d started a cool descent to the floor, he was trying so hard.

“I know,” he grated out.

“But a jedi, Din?”

“He can’t help it, man,” Djarin said, still struggling almost on his back now. “You said it yourself. It’s a born-with-it thing.”

Paz stared forcefully at his knuckles.

“You’re right,” he said, letting out a slow breath. “But if that’s how it gonna be, you really should propose first.”

Djarin’s helmet somehow managed to emote ‘shock’ on the ground there.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked. “I barely knew her.”

“Her?” Paz asked, then caught himself. “Sorry, sorry. Not my business—”

“It was like, a week at most—”

“Not my business.”

“And yeah, she had a great kid and—”

“Wait, wait, hold up,” Paz said. “Who are you talking about?”

Djarin stared.

“My friend? From Sorgen?” he said. “Who are you talking about?”

Paz went very still.

“You’re fuckin’ some gal on Sorgen?” he asked.

“No?” Djarin said. “I mean. She wanted to, and I thought about it, but it was only a week, and I didn’t want her to feel like I’d used her only for—who are you talking about?”

“The jedi,” Paz said, pointing at Luke’s languid, curled up self on the table’s bench.

“Why would I be fucking the jedi?” Djarin asked. “He’s my son’s teacher, Paz.”

“Because he’s crushing on you?” Paz asked, equally upset and confused. “And you’re gay, so?”

“I’m what?”

“Gay????”

“I am??”

Han was crying. Han was sobbing.

These idiots were days of comedy. Look at them go. Look at ‘em spin.

“Din, please. You don’t have to fake it. I support you—”

“I didn’t ask for your support?”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of—”

“I’m not ashamed.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m picking up some strong feelings. And I don’t want you to think that—”

“Paz, what I want more than anything for you to do right now is to stop thinking. I’m not gay.”

Paz pressed a hand against his helmet like he was in physical pain.

“But the way you always looked at Teyo,” he said.

Djarin had a tiny stroke and slammed his fist into Paz’s arm.

“DON’T MENTION—”

“What the FUCK, brat?”

“HOW DARE YOU—”

“Why’re you yellin’ at me now??”

“Why’re you bringing up some childhood shit, haven’t we done enough of that already?”

“Why’re you so mad? I’m tryin’ to be supportive. If you wanna fuck the Jedi, fuck the Jedi. I’m just sayin’ maybe don’t tell the Armorer until after you’ve done it, so she doesn’t think you’re under some kinda mind-trick or somethin’, alright?”

Han no longer needed those helmets. He had these characters down. Djarin was gaping now. In shock and offense.

“Never speak to me again,” he decided.

“Bro,” Paz said.

“NO.”

“Karkin’ hell, Din. What’s your problem?”

“Excuse me, I must drown, where are your facilities?” Djarin asked Han directly.

“Round the corner, on the left,” Han told him.

“No, no, no,” Paz said, grabbing Djarin by the cape and dragging him back. “We gotta talk about this. We gotta process.”

“I’m not processing shit with you,” Djarin said. “I am not fucking the jedi.”

“But you want to,” Paz deduced.

“I—what? Wh—do you want me to have relations with him? Did I miss something?” Djarin asked.

“I want you to feel supported,” Paz said.

“I don’t. I feel targeted,” Djarin said. “Stop targeting me.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

“Good. Let go.”

“But if—”

“Paz, I’m going to behead myself.”

“If you do want to have sex with the jedi, later. That’s fine. Or anyone else. That’s fine, too.”

“BOBA.”

Behold. A breaking point.

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[hellonoblesky]

I just realized that I don’t nerd out about Genshin lore that much on Tumblr so here’s a list of My Favorite Teyvat Historical Figures And Why, followed by my Least Favorite Teyvat Historical Figures And Why:

Favorites:

Kunwu: Literally found the sundial (in the petra set) and went “wow Rex Lapis sure is a good craftsman, I’m literally going to be as good as him” and he. He was. Solar Pearl literally got a Devine blessing or something when it was finished?? He’s cool, what a guy

Parsifal: Literally Eula’s ancestor and I think this is where she gets it from ngl. Dude literally stole a Sword, a Catalyst, and Bow, left the Aristocracy, and be came such an icon for the revolution that the Favonius set is styled after his weapons?? Also he was in love with the spear witch and after Eberheart killed her and then orchestrated his funky trap thing on Dragonspine, he left for Liyue and joined a ship. He also owned Iron Sting and the Heart of Depths artifact set belonged to him. He’s kinda like a historical Kazuha imo

Skipper: If Parsifal is a historical Kazuha, Skipper is his historical Beidou. The guy literally slayed sea monsters as a hobby and commandeered a ship with ease, both feared and adored. 10/10 very cool, his weapon was Serpent Spine, I think he’s neat :)

Vennessa: If you’ve seen any of my The Falcon and the Peacock stuff you know. I simply find her story very interesting and love her dearly <3. Actually though I would like more content for her please and thank you I love her

Guha: A favorite more for lore intrest to be honest? I think he’s neat and he’s the second record of a Celestia ascensio, so. Lore :)

Durin: I love him ver much and he makes me sad :(. In all the weapons where we get lore of his thoughts he’s just a little guy,,, he just wanted to see the world and fly with Dvalin and Venti and tell them about his homeland,, :( mad at Gold/Rhinedottir for corrupting him via some sort of dreamstate. He was just a little guy,,,, :’(

Rhinedottier: I know I just said I was mad at them but oh my goodness the lore this person carries on their shoulders? Immaculate please tell me everything they are so interesting to me <3

Rostam: Also makes me sad but he may have been secretly running an unnamed secret organization that I very much would like to know more about also I think he’s neat </3

Bloodstained Knight: Went from monster slaying to defending post-cataclysm Khaenri’ah, and if that isn’t An Arc I don’t know what is

Dawn Knight Ragnvinder: Literally what is up with that library, I’ve read Favonius Codex Lore buddy what was up with that fire??? Overall only a favorite because he and that one Ragnvinder (who was in the Venti cutscene, you know the one, the one with Decabrian and the Unnamed Bard) really interest me, especially with Freedom-Sworn lore and such

Blue Spear Witch: She didn’t deserve to die Eberheart what the hell, she was good :(. Her story makes me sad and I love her dearly

Pervases: He also makes me sad :(. I had one of my mains using the Fillet Blade for a while and I swear, every time I get bored and start looking through weapon lore this one Hurts. He just wanted Grilled Ticker Fish for one last time :(

Boacious: Yea the trend here is that the Yaksha make me sad, I did not expect their world quest when I stumbled upon it, and it kinda hurt man :(

The Chi: Funky snake dragon dude? Idk what’s up with ’em but I hope we can learn more some day, also the fact that they had a whole little section of Liyue and then Zhongl just killed him makes me kindaa sad,

Crimson Witch of Flames: Does she count as a historical figure if she did actually end up being a Harbinge? I think yes

Pierro: Jester man of the Cataclysm :)

Least Favorites:

Eberheart: I hate this man. The peak of Lawrence Tyranny is this man right here. He learned the spear from the Spear Witch, then killed her. He lured his half brother and friends out onto Drgaonspine with the full intent of killing them. Literally if you want to get mad about Lawrence tyranny, don’t yell about Eula, yell about this guy. Because Eula takes after Parcifal. Eberheart is terrible and I hope he rots for eternity.

[whirlibird]

You tag as 'birds are the best' but WHICH birds is bestest

ALL OF THEM....................but in terms of personal favourites it changes from day to day depending on what bird i have most recently seen. here is a list of top 10s in no order from the top of my head

hummingbirds are definitely up there on account of being sparkly and tiny as fuck, and sometimes having pants. eat only nectar and have metabolisms so high they have to go into hibernation every night just to survive?? living on the edge???? the only bird capable of hovering and flying backwards.

peregrine falcons bc they are the fastest living creature and i love an overachiever. last time i checked the record was like 360km/ph on a dive, but they regularly reach 320. they also live in urban areas! which is very cool! one point against them is that their main prey is other birds so if i look up videos of them its usually to see them tearing apart a poor sweet pigeon. such is nature.

albatrosses are so well designed. perfect gliders. the wing ratio that lets them glide forever and never have to touch down. a creature optimized for sky life and hilariously clumsy at living on the ground. they mate for life! a romantic! and also, very good mythos around them from sailors. see: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

kakapo. looks like a moldy potato. one humped david attenborough’s head. flightless and innocent due to their habitat having no predators for eons and then humans brought invasive species along.

cockatiels with their little blushies and their cool crest and sweet singing voices. big ol eyes. so soulful.

willie wagtails are very small with a tail almost as big as they are. well named because they sure do wag those tails. rude little bastards with a big frown and like to attack other birds. admirable chutzpah, slightly ruined when they keep attacking their own reflection in windows. native to where i live so i love to see the little guys bobbing along.

chickens for so many reasons. did you know if you hold a chicken aloft and then gently spin it in a circle, its head will remain in the same place while its body rotates? a very cute gyroscope. most birds are capable of this, but most birds also arent domesticated enough to tolerate this behaviour.

shrikes are a classic bird, capable of stabbing their food and saving it for later. i admire their ability for forward planning, a trait i do not possess. the vlad dracul of birds. however i will take a point away for butcherbirds (australian shrikes) being a personal inconvenience to me back in the time when i kept budgies. butcherbirds are capable of groupwork and use this for evil, i.e. working in tandem with another butcherbird to scare the budgies into clinging onto one side of the cage so that the other butcherbird can skewer them.

another aussie bird, superb fairy wrens. look them up on google for the most stunning shade of blue. the pictures dont show it well but the blue is iridescent as well! this is only on the male birds, who need to be pretty to impress their harems. a thot! ive got a few living near my house, and i often see them flitting around. they are very small and cute.

last but not least, the common pigeon. again a domesticated bird, so we’ve known them for so long! we know so much about them, which means there is so much to love! war heroes. messengers. racers. an illustrious history. tenacious despite our lack of care towards them. my favourite part of going to the queensland agricultural exhibition is seeing the show pigeons! so much variation! so curly! such elegance! they were also used as the subject of some of B.F. Skinner’s operant conditioning studies! they are heroes of scientific progress! he taught em how to play ping pong. sporty AND smart.

honorary mentions: the superb bird of paradise (dances like an umbrella, confused many naturalists), red crowned crane (lovely mythos, elegant), secretary bird (big steppy), magpies (cool nursery rhyme, can recognize themselves in mirrors), crows (clever and have a sense of honor), flamingoes (hehe shrimp time), bowerbirds (architects), lammergeiers (incredibly metal aesthetic), cuckoos (an icon of neglectful parenting), the common australian seagull (bastards, also i saw one standing on another one’s head once), lyrebirds (incredible vocal mimicry), budgies (theyre just babey)

anyway yeah birds are the best,

[babbushka]

Next Time

Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Outlaw!Reader (Wild West AU)

2.2k ; Content Warnings: Mentions of scars, NSFW (Masturbation [Kylo jerking off], leather kink, scent kink/turned on by smells, mild praise kink)

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Sparkling blue waters, crystalline and deep. Kylo stares into them, into the ancient bend in the canyon there, and lookin’ back at him his reflection blinks. The water’s so still that it looks like it’s supposed to be made of glass, smooth and delicate. That ain’t no river, Kylo thinks to himself when he wades in, can’t be. No, surely it must be some kinda mirage out in the Arizona desert, a place like this couldn’t be real.

When the water ripples around your naked body just some feet away, he’s pretty damn sure you couldn’t be real neither.

You’re bathin’ there in the river. It was your idea, had been your idea to wash the clothes and scrub your hair. Kylo sure as shit wasn’t about to go complainin’ for nothing – he couldn’t remember the last time he had the time for a decent scrub. He had a small brick of hard lye and castor oil soap in his hand, but even that had been tossed at him by you.

You, what a damn woman you are. He’d never seen nothin’ or nobody like you. The way you look at him with disdain and trepidation makes his dick hard, and he tries desperately to think of something else, anything else, as he moves further into the river. He’s naked just as you are, and though he’s seen plenty of breasts in his day, he ain’t about to go gettin’ himself shot by bein’ too casual and lookin’ at yours.

Almost as if you can read his mind, your voice rings from the few feet away where you’re standin’. You’re a little father upstream and Kylo finds that he don’t mind the dirty water eventually comin’ down to him. Something about it feel precious, that water, knowing it has cleansed you and in turn will cleanse him too.  

“Are you lookin’?” You ask, although – and now Kylo could be wrong about this like he is so often wrong about things like this – you don’t sound defensive, or angry. Just curious.

“No.” Kylo says. He almost wants to say ma’am, but he bites his tongue. He knows you don’t like to be called that, and he doesn’t want to offend or upset.

“Do you want to?” You speak so softly that Kylo almost misses it, probably would’ve done so if the breeze hadn’t carried your voice to his ears.

He turns to face you, and there you are.

Standing in the waist-deep water with your tits out, nipples hardening from the chill of the river, hair tousled ever so gently by the breeze. You’ve got the sun on your freshly soap-scrubbed skin, and Heaven help him, but Kylo thinks you really must be some kinda angel, glowin’ at him like that.

You don’t move, and neither does Kylo. As he takes you in, he lets you do the same, lets you see the scarred muscles he keeps hidden under his shirt. He knows he’s got a lot of ‘em, but he ain’t too embarrassed or shy – they’re battle wounds most of ‘em, and the others, well. They were part of him one way or another, and he wasn’t about to go hidin’.

You show him all of you, standing there in the river. He’s not got the want to do anything other than the same.

Hesitantly, he takes a step towards you. He’s askin’ for permission in this silent way, a hand outstretched. You’re dispistoled, so you can’t go takin’ his other eye out, and that makes him hopeful, makes him bold. Surely you’d have an inklin’ of trust for him if you’d go out into the water without your gun.

Maybe more than an inkling, Kylo hopes beyond hope, when you bite at the inside of your cheek so hard you’re sure to be bleedin’, and begin wadin’ through the water to him. Eagerly, he moves to join you, the two of you meetin’ in the middle and suddenly, Kylo’s restin’ his forehead against yours. His shoulders are hunched over just a bit from it, but he don’t mind, not when he gets to see you this close.

He ain’t so sure he’s ever really seen a woman’s face this close before.

You don’t say anything, you’re not really one to say much, Kylo has started to learn. He wonders what secrets you’ve got locked behind those angel eyes, wonders if you’ll tell him one day. It’s gonna take a real long time to get to Colorado, maybe you’ll tell him.

He’d tell you his, he’d tell you everything.

But you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ now, and Kylo doesn’t know what to do, so he says the first stupid thing that comes to mind.

“I like the way your leather smells…when you’ve been ridin’ all day.” He doesn’t break his gaze from yours, lookin’ from your left eye to your right with the only one he’s got left.

“What’s it smell like?” Your ribcage expands when you take a deep breath, a steady breath. It’s a challenge in some way, but he don’t know what.

Kylo breathes in too, breathes in time. He can still smell it on you, the leather. There’s so much of it that you wear – your boots, your gloves, your chaps around your legs. Even your holster is made of it, and all of it, every damn piece, swirls and curls up into his nostrils whenever you’re close to him like this. Well, you ain’t never been this close to him, but that ain’t the point.

“Like sweat, the earth.” He replies, his dick twitchin’ about it, about thinkin’ of the way it must feel so supple and hot against your skin. He’s jealous for a moment, jealous of your holster. He wants to be tucked against your thigh, on your hip. “It smells warm, like it’s still alive. It smells like you.”

“And what do I smell like?” You stare at him seriously, it’s a challenge, it’s a test. He never did so well at those in school for the five years he went, but this was much more important that letters ever were.

“I – I don’t know.” He admits, heart pounding in his ears.

“Do you want to find out?” You whisper, eyes wide with fear of somethin’, maybe rejection. Kylo doesn’t know. You don’t give very much away.

A falcon soars overhead, it’s call cryin’ out and echoing through the canyons, and he whispers, “Please.”

 Your hand smooths up his chest, feeling each and every ridge of the scars that he’s covered in. You blink hard and fast, chin pinching in. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t want to ruin this, to break this spell. You’re so generous, and he doesn’t want you to think him ungrateful. That hand’o yours moves up up up, around his shoulder, his neck, fingers weavin’ into the hair at the base of his skull.

When you push his head closer towards you, push it down a little so that he can rest his forehead on the crook of your neck, he goes so quickly, carefully. He takes in a deep breath and oh, damn do you smell good. Even with the soap, even with all of the scrubbin’, there’s still an undeniable scent of you, of the leather.

It’s tanned and salted, he can smell it, can feel it in the back of his throat. In his mind’s eye, he can picture the way it hugs your body when you’re ridin’, can visualize how those chaps of yours fit nice and snug where they’re supposed to, how your holsters wrap around your body in ways he can only dream of.

He gets so turned on by it, by these big gulps of air against your skin that he’s takin’, that Kylo doesn’t realize at first that his dick’s pushin’ against your stomach. He doesn’t realize until your hand is closin’ around it, and his eyes fly open, worried that he’s upset you.

“Your cock’s hard for it?” You lick your lips, voice that same kinda curious as it was before.

“Yes.” He says immediately, hatin’ how raw and rough his throat feels. He’s thirsty, so thirsty, just by bein’ near you. All the blood from his brain’s gone down to his dick, he can feel it pulsin’ thick and hot in your hand under the cool water.

“For me or the leather?” You whisper, but you don’t give him time to answer, instead makin’ him groan in the back of his throat when you say, “You can take care of it, if you’d like. If’n you need to.”

Releasing his dick, Kylo groans at the loss. His hand replaces yours, but damn it felt so much better when it was you. His face is still tucked into the crook of your neck, and he’s still breathin’ you in, breathin’ in the smell of that leather, of your body as he begins a slow stroke over his cock.  

He grunts a little, speedin’ up when he feels like he needs it, twisting over the head of his dick and swipin’ through the slit with his thumb. Kylo’s breath comes in a little faster, puffs of hot air against your throat where he can nearly feel your pulse thrummin’.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, voice wobbly with how he’s workin’ at his dick, jerkin’ himself off. You’re right there, your lips are right there, and he’d bet every dollar that he ever stole, that your lips were sweeter than the sweetest wine.

“No.” You shake your head, and he sucks in a sharp breath, the rejection stinging – but not stinging enough to make him discouraged. It’s a playful no, if still a no. As Kylo’s hand speeds up still, back and forth back and forth, Kylo counts his graces that you haven’t shot him yet. You seem to think something over, and eventually the hand in Kylo’s hair redirects his face to a better angle and you say, “But you can taste me. Come on cowboy, taste me.”

Immediately Kylo’s tongue is pressin’ against your pulse. He moans outright, his hips bucking up into his fist, shoulders curlin’ in on themselves so they can press him closer to you. Your breasts hang beautifully and brush against him, as your other arm curls around his waist.

He opens his good eye and looks down, watches how his cock is curved up in the small space between your bodies. His knuckles graze the flesh of your stomach with each stroke, and he grunts and groans and moans and drools against your neck as he laps up the taste of your salty sweat, stealin’ peeks at how if you’d let him, he’d come all over your chest.

You taste like the leather, like the earth. You taste like heaven and the moon and the stars and everything in between, and it makes Kylo’s mouth water. He wants to kiss you, but he will not refuse this gift he’s been given, and so he kisses your throat, your shoulder. He laps you up, fucks his fist there under a powder blue sky.

“Angel, oh – ughn, that’s good.” He moans, voice gravelly and deep, the back of his throat clickin’ with want.

“I’ve got you.” The hand in his hair cards soothingly, sweetly, and Kylo whines, tears springin’ up in his eyes. He blinks them away, tries not to let you see with how he shoves his face further against your neck, his nose inhalin’ you, his tongue tastin’ you.

“Mmm, ah, ah,” He shudders as he spills over his hand, his fingers blockin’ it so it don’t go arcin’ up onto you or nothin’.

You just got clean after all, he don’t want to go dirtyin’ you up again. He comes onto his fist, eyes shuttin’ tight tight tight as he lets out a long breath. He can taste you on his tongue, your sweat. He knows that soon you’ll dunk yourself back down under the water and the trace of his touch will be gone, but Kylo thinks there ain’t enough baths in the world that could scrub off the way you make him feel.

“Fuck.” He sighs, wincin’ at how indelicate that sounds, but you only chuckle.

“Hm?” You don’t step away from him yet, you don’t go nowhere. You stay close, right there, close enough that he can smell that leather, smell the soap, smell you.

“Probably shouldn’t’ve done that in the water we’re supposed to drink.” Kylo grumbles, not knowing what else to say. He can’t say what he really wants to, not now, not so soon. You’d kill him for it, probably, so he says this instead.

You give him a strange look, like something between amusement and suspicion.

“I’ve already filled the canteens, but the current will take it.” You say matter-o-factly, before finally untanglin’ your arms from his body and walkin’ back to where you’ve left your brick of soap on a rock juttin’ out of the river. You’re so matter of fact, that Kylo’s taken off-guard by the way you toss over your shoulder, “Next time aim somewhere else.”

He turns his gaze to the sky, not a cloud in sight, and prays to his lucky stars that are out there somewhere, that he lives to see a next time.

[vancampemily]

Emily VanCamp Weighs in on Why Sharon Carter Doesn't Need a Love Interest (Exclusive)

Last we saw Sharon Carter in the MCU, she'd stolen Steve Rogers' (Chris Evans) star-spangled shield for him and he'd warned her the government was going to come looking for her. And then they kissed -- though it was a kiss that became a kiss off as a handful of movies passed, a global Blippening came and went, and Steve ghosted Sharon for her aunt.

Now, Sharon is back in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, though this version of the one-time S.H.I.E.L.D. agent -- living as a fugitive on the lawless island nation of Madripoor -- is more like to steal from you (and/or kill you) than steal for you. "It's been a minute!" says Emily VanCamp, reprising her role as Sharon. Reluctantly, Sharon is dragged into Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie) and Bucky Barnes' (Sebastian Stan) latest adventure as their paths cross over a rogue super soldier serum and a shadowy bad guy known as the Power Broker.

"I'm so happy that people are happy to have Sharon back. You never know. It's a very particular fandom and you want to make 'em proud," she tells ET. "It's really nice to hear that people are glad she's back, because I certainly had a great time coming back to do this."

Following her return in episode three, "Power Broker," VanCamp spoke with ET's Ash Crossan by Zoom to discuss embodying a very different Sharon Carter and why she doesn't need a love interest this time around.

ET: Sharon has lived since we last saw her. How in-depth did you go with Kari [Skogland, director] and Malcolm [Spellman, head writer] about everything Sharon's been doing since Civil War?

I remember sitting down with Kari right before we started shooting -- and we'd talked about it at length with our producers and everything before I even came onboard to do it -- it was like, what are we doing here with Sharon? Are we going to address everything? How is this going to work? And I loved everything they had pitched, which was, "Look, she's been a fugitive on the run this entire time, so when we meet Sharon again, it's a very different Sharon than we've seen before." And I do think they really came through on that. We don't dive too much into where she's been, but you certainly get a sense that it hasn't been easy. It's a hardened version of Sharon. She's not so wide-eyed and idealistic as she once was, because obviously, she's been through it and hasn't gotten that pardon that she wants. She's been on the run, so you can imagine.

You touched on this, but what question did you have about?

So much about where has she been? Why wasn't she pardoned? What has she been doing? How has she survived? Just so many different things. And we touch on it a little bit -- that she hasn't been able to speak to her family. That she's been on the run all on her own, and no one was there to come and rescue her. That's the sort of idea in her mind. And I was just trying to infuse all of that bitterness into who Sharon once was and marry those ideas.

I love that Bucky is like, "Wow, she's kind of awful now." Like, no, she's amazing.

Yeah, and of course, as the person playing the character, I'm like, "Well, you're awful!" [Laughs] You inevitably become protective of the characters you're playing. I love that he says that, because it's true! She's just a very different Sharon, and there's no denying it.

I know you got a lot of love from fans after the episode. Do you think that Sharon was underestimated before?

I wouldn't say underestimated. I just think those movies are so big with so many characters to service and so many stories to tell that it's just hard to fit everyone in. There wasn't so much room to develop Sharon, so I don't think it's anyone's fault, I just think, you know, it's nice that with this platform, they're able to go a little bit deeper into some characters that maybe we haven't gotten to see in the movies, just because of time.

Well, there was the romance between Sharon and Steve that didn't really take off. But now people are sensing some tension between Bucky and Sharon, especially since the first episode focused on him being single. Some feeling Sam and Sharon. Do you think there's a connection there? Does she even need a love interest, honestly?

[Shaking her head] No! She doesn't need a love interest. We already tried that with Steve. It just got way too weird. And honestly, I think that one of the nice things about this Sharon and coming back to play this character is that we get to move away from the sort of love story of it all and explore Sharon as we see her now and what she's been through. It's more about that than trying to establish some kind of love connection. And it also would take away from their journeys, as well. They're both on their own separate journeys and together, and so it just-- I personally [think] there wouldn't have been room for that.

I'm more into where Sharon is going. Are we going to get more insight into how she became this arts dealer hustler in Hightown? I mean, there are a lot of theories floating around about Sharon.

There are! And I love that there are theories already floating around. That means people are talking about it, which is awesome. I can't say anything beyond that, actually. [Laughs] I'm trying to think of, like, what I can say. I definitely don't want to give anything away. I will say there are more characters to come, which is exciting. The beautiful thing about this show, too, is how gray everything is. Even who we might consider to be a villain, there's just a really good handle on every character's perspective and reasoning and I just find that much more interesting than black-and-white villain versus hero.

You're so right. Because I never thought we'd get to a point where people are loving Zemo and hating Captain America!

I know! It's crazy! But that's the cool thing about what Marvel is doing, especially with these shows. It's really interesting.

Do you have a favorite fan theory you've read so far about the show?

Oh gosh. I'm not, like, as knowledgeable as I should be about the comic book world, so sometimes I don't even know what some of the theories are. But no, I'd rather just let everyone watch and see what happens. Because if I start talking too much, then I'll give stuff away. [Laughs]

I'm all aboard the Sharon is Power Broker theory. I love it. If she wants to be, yes. She can have whatever she wants.

Whatever Sharon wants! I love that theory. Just whatever she wants.

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[starbuckie]

For your spooky requests, how about Bucky dating witch!reader, you could have them do whatever. Or Bucky and reader dressing their kids up for Halloween? I think that’d be adorable! Much love 😘🥰💕

ooh yes yes yes oh my goodness i love this! i decided to make the best of both worlds and have a (kind)witch!reader and bucky dressing their kids up for halloween. okay so for this she isn’t so much of a witch, but she has the same powers as wanda and a similar backstory. also after rereading this i realize that this could be a part two that takes place five years from “keeping me warm”, so if you want you can read it like that. i went a little itty bit far with this but i felt the mood for fluffiness so i hope you enjoy<3

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“Mama, mama, can you help me zip up the back of my dress?” You turned, a three month-old baby on your hip, holding a pair of scissors between your teeth as you looked at your oldest daughter who was impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. The back of her space-princess dress was half-zipped up, both arms reaching behind her head though she couldn’t reach the zipper. 

“Yeah, baby, let mama do it.” With one hand you expertly zipped up the back and smoothed down her hair which was in it’s usual Rebecca Barnes mess. Curly locks of chestnut hair fell short above the five year-old’s shoulders, topped with a headband with small planets decorating it. “You’ll be the prettiest space-princess all of New York has ever seen.”

“Not all of New York, mama, the whole wide galaxy!” Nico chimed in. He’d always admired his older sister, despite only being a year younger, and had decided to match with his sister and became one of Rebecca’s royal Martian subjects for the special night.

Halloween was never a stressful holiday before this one, with all of your kids being too young to go out trick-or-treating. You were scared of letting them go out, even if they were with their dad, and you wanted nothing more than to coddle them all in blankets know they were safely tucked in the house with you. However, it was Rebecca’s first year of school, and with relentless begging and pleading you had backed down and allowed them to go. 

The school day seemed to have gone by so quickly, with two of your kids at their respective schools, and baby Emma staying home with you. You picked Nico up from preschool, Rebecca up from kindergarten, and by the time they had gotten home, eaten their dinner, played for a bit, and gotten into their costumes it was already six o’clock. Bucky had been at the compound all day; after you gave birth to Rebecca he decided to step down from missions and just trained the recruits, and you were on maternity leave for another good two months before you got back out in the field. Every inch of you was dying to go back on missions, no respect to stay-at-home moms, but you had too much energy and were tired of sitting on your ass all day. 

“The great father of this household politely asks her Royal Highness and her subject to please help put the groceries away.” As soon as they heard their father’s voice the two older Barnes children sprinted as fast as they could to embrace him. Bucky stumbled backwards with their arms around his torso, but chuckled at his kid’s silliness and love. “Hey, guys, I missed you a ton.” He kneeled down to their height, cerulean eyes you loved so much filed with nothing but pure happiness. “Can you help me put away the groceries? I got you some broccoli because you need to eat more veggies, Nico, I know you haven’t been eating them.”

The young boy frowned, clearly upset that his dad caught him trying to sneakily avoid his greens, but nonetheless took the small bag of groceries to the kitchen counter. “Hey, baby, how was work?”

Bucky locked the door and sauntered over to you with a smile on his lips. “Boring, I miss having you there.” He pecked a quick kiss on your lips, moving on to the baby girl with the same eyes as him. “Hi, Em, did you miss your dada?” There was a hopeful tilt at the end of his question, waiting for the baby to say something in return

He got nothing but a wide-eyed stare.

With a huff he wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his head into your neck, sweet vanilla and cinnamon invading his senses. “Give it a while, Buck, she’s only three months old.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Nico and Rebecca’s chatter about candy faded in the background as soon as the lock on the knob of the door started rattling again. “Doll, I should probably tell you that I-”

“Guess who’s favorite uncle is here?” Sam yelled through the house, adorning a Mad Hatter costume and large bags that seemed like they were full of-

“Candy!” Both Rebecca and Nico swarmed their “cool” uncle and started to peek in the bags.

“Wilson! I told you you could come over, not feed my kids junk.” Bucky grumbled. He walked to his friend, snatching the bags of candy out of his hands and putting them away, effectively ignoring the cries of his children. “You munchkins are about to go out trick-or-treating, you don’t need any more sugar.”

Sam walked over to you with a kiss on the cheek for cooing at the baby in your arms. “Aw, come on, Barnes, I’m just trying to have some fun. A man’s gotta do something to ensure their place as the favorite.”

An eye roll from Bucky and a wink from Sam, the two men slumped onto the couch where you sat. “Mama, are you gonna come with us? Can you do the magic for us, please?”

The kids were never supposed to know about your past, a past full of darkness and pain until Bucky walked in. It was only a year ago when they had seen footage of you with their Aunt Wanda controlling objects with wisps of glowing red energy. You had cried into Bucky’s arms the whole night after that as he comforted you, knowing how terrifying it was to have your kids know that other side of you. Your kids, the innocent ones they were, thought you were still the most amazing and badass mom who could bake the best cookies and was like a witch. Yeah, they had lots of bragging rights at school.

Bucky pulled Nico into his arms and nuzzled the boys face, letting the little boy squeal at the feeling of stubble on his soft skin. “Not tonight, Nico, your mama needs her rest. I’m gonna take you kiddos tonight.”

The soft “aww” of the kids was silenced by Sam’s proposition. “I can take the kids if you want, Bucky, that’s actually why I came over. You’ve had a long week and I’ve been on bed rest from the leg. You stay home with your wife and start working on my next nephew,” you punched him in the arm, eliciting a wince from the large man, “or niece.”

“I just gave birth three months ago, Sammy, I’m not doing that anytime soon.” A quick look at you husband for confirmation and you turned back to Sam. “Are you really okay with taking Nico and Rebecca?”

“Of course! We’re gonna go tear up the state.” A peck on the cheek from the Falcon, and he took your kids in his arms and slammed the door open. “We’ll be back in two hours! See you later!”

Another thud let you know that Sam had left, little Emma jerking in response to the loud sound. Bucky took this as an opportunity to sprawl out, head coming to rest in your lap as he took a deep sigh. “Just the three of us for Halloween this year, huh, doll?”

“Yeah, Buck, just the three of us.” 

It wasn’t anything fun. It was you, Bucky, and Emma passed out on the couch at only six in the evening, exhausted from the days activities. But in the moment, you couldn’t find anything more special to than to share October 31st with two of your loves wrapped around you.

[writefightandflightclub]

Indivisible: Part Two

Poe Dameron x reader? Finn x reader? Finn x Poe?

Summary: Finn is your wonderful boyfriend, and Poe is your wonderful best friend. But when Poe begins to look at you differently, you wonder if there’s another way to arrange the pieces of your heart to make it whole.

Part one: here

Author’s note: Not a very eventful instalment (should I be selling this more? Lol), but laying groundwork for part 3 + 4 :-) We’ve had Poe’s POV, now we get Reader’s. I’m sorry for how much I call Poe an idiot. You know I freaking love that daft man.

Word count: 1.4k ish

Warnings: suggestive themes but nothing explicit. Mild language.

Poe Dameron is an idiot.

Clearly.

Yes, he’s a smart man, intelligent in a range of ways. But, damn it. You are adamant that he’s also an idiot.

Poe has been your best friend for years. He’s had every opportunity to fall for you. But it was only when you started dating Finn that he began looking at you like that.

Like he could eat you for breakfast.

Idiot.

You’ve always had the hots for him to some extent. It’s not hard to piece together that Poe has all the potential makings of an excellent lover. He’s quite obviously gorgeous, but aside from his looks he possesses just about every desirable quality going. He’s trustworthy, communicative, selfless, passionate, stubborn (that can have its advantages), cheeky, warm, tactile... the list goes on and on. You imagine Poe is the type to go all in. To make love with his whole body and soul. There’s zero doubt in your mind that he would make for a very gratifying bang. And, now that his ravenous glances are getting you similarly riled up, you admit that you would be thoroughly unopposed if he did want to eat you for breakfast.

Isn’t timing a bitch?

Undeniably, you’ve always had a... connection with Poe. If he’d made a move in those early days -even the hint of a move- you would have jumped him in an instant. But the more time that elapsed, the stronger and deeper your friendship became. You simply didn’t see any reason to compromise that for a short-term hit of gratification. Besides, the more time that elapsed, the more certain you’d become that Poe’s feelings for you ended where they began; strictly at friendship.

There had been no hints he may have felt anything non-platonic. No declarations in dying starships, or on failing missions. There was flirting, sure, on occassion. There were lingering hugs. There were occassional propositions, assumed to be in jest. But there was nothing like this. Nothing like his eyes raking over you, hungry. Nothing like the soft glow, eyes backlit by lust.

You had tried to rationalise. Told yourself that, maybe, it was simply a projection. Maybe Poe saw you and Finn together, and wanted something similar for himself. Maybe because you were so close already, it was easy, convenient, to project those feelings on to an old friend. You had tried to rationalise it, but the more time that passed, the more sure you were that this was less of a general desire for some company, and more of a specific kind of longing. A longing for you.

It bothered you that you wanted Poe back. You were with Finn, and you cared for him deeply. The possibility of subtracting Finn from this equation could not enter your mind. So, you must be an idiot too. Because you’d had every opportunity to fall for Poe, and yet, all at once here you were, plummeting. Your timing sucked. 

Recently, you’d taken to doing a little experimenting. Sometimes, when you were showing Finn some affection, publically- a stolen kiss in the canteen or out on base- you’d caught Poe watching. Not in a pervy way. Just... interested. And so -as you did following that heated kiss on the tarmac this morning- you’d begun taking note of Poe’s reactions. You didn’t feel good about this, but there was something in you which enjoyed getting him all... flustered. All hot and bothered.

Apparently, getting him flustered was becoming increasingly easy. Of late, the more you and Poe touched in those innocent, habitual ways engrained through years of friendship - a hug or a kiss on the cheek or straightening up of a flight suit- you became sure there was just something there that wasn’t there before. Or maybe, you were both simply realising something that had been there all along.

You knew you would have to... do something about this. And soon. The thought continually niggled at you, because you didn’t know quite what to do.

For now, though, you both traipse toward the hangar, your arm slung around Poe and his soft, weathered flight suit. You release him with a “go get ‘em” pat to his back as he marches up to the unofficial podium in the hangar, climbing atop the crate to deliver a rousing morning briefing to the pilots and recent recruits.

Your eyes shine softly as you listen to him. You know more than most about his sleepless nights and crises of confidence behind the scenes, but Poe always delivers, in the end. You don’t know how many times you’ve seen him deliver his briefings now- hundreds, at least. But there’s something about him stood there today, specifically, which highlights how alone he is. In this fight. In his position. And now it breaks you that he might feel alone because of you too. Alone because of your togetherness with Finn. You’ve spent so little time with him lately, and suddenly... you miss him. You miss him terribly.

You have to duck out for a second, filtering off behind an X-wing and leaning your forearms up against its body, in complete shock as tears leak out of you like water from a blaster-ridden tank. You feel wounded. Caught off-guard. You pull yourself together quickly, but not before BB-8 rounds the ship to find out what you’re up to. In haste, you mash your tears away with the heel of your hand and scurry from your position, dropping a warning through your teeth to the sweet droid as you rejoin the briefing. “Don’t you tell anyone I cried, you hear?”

Poor Bb-8 isn’t having much luck today, is he?

Sucking in a breath, you watch Poe’s continued briefing, as he delivers orders and takes questions from the recruits. He’s assured, smooth, competent, and patient. Very much in his element. Perhaps that’s the only reason you notice the subtle shift in his mood so markedly when Finn jogs -majestically, you might add- into the hangar, apologising to Poe for the interruption with a soft, charming smile and wave, and passing you the datapad you’d mistakenly left behind with him. Finn is a little obsessed with everyone knowing you’re his squeeze at the moment, and you can’t say you mind all that much, so you accept the bonus delivery of a gentle, chaste kiss to your lips too.

In fact, you thirst at the mere sight of your boyfriend. Finn has clearly been helping Rey to shift some crates into the Falcon -or something- under the hot sun, as he’s stripped down to his undershirt, his rich brown skin gently gleaming all over with sweat, muscled arms on full display. He smiles sweetly at you as he sweeps back out, sneaking a squeeze of your butt, a gentle heat in his eyes making the memory of the morning’s exploits curl in the pit of you.

As Finn recedes from your view, it is then that you notice Poe’s faltering coolness, his diverted attention. “Ohhhh boyyy.”, you breathe quietly as Poe’s eyes bashfully follow Finn’s form out of the hangar. No-one else would necessarily pick-up on the subtle signs of him being... flustered, but you do. You do. That little bob in his throat, that tug on his collar. His teeth clamping down on his bottom-lip, just for a fleeting moment. A subtle wipe of sweaty palms on the thighs of his flight suit. Your jaw goes slack in realisation.

You don’t blame him- Finn is a whole ass snack. Your sweet, brave, thoughtful man is the full package. But you simply can’t believe you didn’t see it before now. Something that has been there all along. Suddenly so many prior moments make a lot more sense. That kriffing leather jacket makes sense, for one. 

“Kriffin’ blaster brain!”, you exclaim, chiding yourself, realisation bursting out of you as you exorcise this gaping blind spot from your vision.

There is a murmur in the crowd and creaking of flight boots as Poe pauses his rousing speech and everyone else turns to you.

Poe just stands on his podium, looking at you with gentle amusement.

“Y’ quite alright?” Poe enquires pointedly.

“Can I backpedal on that outburst, Commander?”, you ask bashfully, and Poe’s eyes crease at the corners before he continues on seamlessly.

You half-listen, still floored by this revelation. But, it doesn’t have you feeling... jealous. Not at all. You’re not even... surprised, not really. In fact, your heart is racing with... excitement. A kind of joy. Like, maybe, this situation could make sense after all. Like all the pieces could fit together. Like Poe doesn’t have to be alone.

Maybe the timing wasn’t a bitch, after all. Maybe it was perfect.

Poe wraps the briefing up with a flourish, everyone siphoning off to perform their duties. The Commander is about to pass by you with no more than a wink and a firm squeeze of your shoulder, but you grab him and wheel him around into you.

“Got a sec?”, you say, trying to keep your voice level. His pretty eyes flick up at you from beneath those long lashes and fall on you, warm and attentive. 

You can feel an involuntary, soft glow bloom behind your own eyes as you clamp your hands on his shoulders, and Poe shifts uneasily from foot to foot under your continued scrutiny. “Poe Dameron.”, you say, voice laden with fondness. “I haven’t seen you a whole lot, lately, have I?”

He places his hands on his pleasingly wide hips and shrugs. “Guess not.”

Your eyes twinkle with mischief. “Do you wanna come over and watch a few holomovies with Finn and me tonight?”

He laughs sceptically through his teeth, looking down at his boot as it scuffs along the hangar floor. “I don’t wanna cramp your style.” he says shyly. Poe, being shy? Entirely new, and entirely adorable, by the way.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be all couple-y, if that’s what’s stopping you. We’ll do everything possible to include you. You can even sit right in-between us to make sure.”. Ok, now maybe you’re saying things outright to make him squirm.

BB-8 seems in on your joke too, even if he doesn’t fully understand the situation. His beeps are basically cackles of laughter as he responds.

You heads flip down towards him with a conspiratorial grin. “Yeah, Beebs. Like a sandwich, I guess.”

Poe’s skin darkens a few shades in a flush of embarrassment, and your heart almost bursts with how endearing he is. You decide you are kind enough to give him a little respite from the onslaught of contrived tension. 

“Poe.”, you insist softly, squeezing his shoulders tightly. “I’ve missed you. I really wanna spend some time together, the three of us.” You clasp your palms together in front of your face and plead, with your best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

Poe’s face becomes pinched and he replies with an eventual, concessionary smile. “Sure. Sounds fun”. You can tell his words and his smile are strained, his soft smile not reaching all the way to his eyes. He’s probably less than thrilled at the prospect of being, quite literally, caught in the middle of yours and Finn’s togetherness.

You beam in response anyway, dragging him into a surrounding hug. But you make sure to squeeze him extra tight. For just a little longer than usual. As you both settle in to the embrace you feel like he becomes as reticent to let go as you are.

You smile softly to yourself as he eventually extracts himself, clearing his throat emphatically and seeming in a hurry to get away, his expression a little sad. His manner a little ruffled. You watch him go with fondness, but a little hurt constricting in your chest too.

You look down at your feet and realise Bb-8 still remains there, looking up at you expectantly. You fold your arms and lean in, curiously. “Has he said anything about Finn or me, lately, Beebs? Anything unusual?”

Bb-8 whirls his head around in panic and zooms immediately away across the hangar, practically approaching light-speed as he beeps that he really isn’t supposed to say. It seems like the droid has a few too many secrets lately. You feel apprehensive but excited at the prospect of getting things out in the open.

You’ll have to figure out if Finn is on board with your plan, of course, but somehow, you have a good feeling about this already.  

You continue to watch in amusement as the droid whirrs speedily over to Poe where he’s readying his X-Wing. Bb-8 bumps into Poe’s leg with little enough warning and enough momentum that Poe trips backwards over his little buddy, his beautiful butt landing harshly on the concrete.

Idiot.

But a cute idiot.

You quickly make yourself scarce as he clambers up from the floor, stifling a good-natured laugh into the palm of your hand. You think you’ve embarrassed Poe enough for one morning, so you allow him to think nobody else saw as he gets up and dusts himself off.

As you heave yourself up the ladder into your cockpit, grabbing your helmet and strapping in, you feel strangely like everything is finally coming together. Pieces falling into place. Still, you wish that Poe didn’t have to feel sad or alone for a moment longer.

Your heart swells though, as your comms eventually crackle to life and you hear the smile infusing Poe’s warm voice, wrapped in a blanket of static: “If you reroute your squad through Naridat you could pick-up some popcorn on the layover.”

Your eyes flick over to his X-Wing and you find Poe throwing a sidelong grin at you from his cockpit. You smile back. “Moonshine, you smart, smart man.” You do some quick calculations in your head, which Poe has no doubt already covered. That route happens to use less fuel too. “Happy Resistance, happy movie night. You genius.”

“You’re welcome, Sunshine.”

You continue your chat as you gear up the crafts, well-practiced fingers flipping over the controls. “Any chance you can abuse your Commander privileges to get us our usual room?”

“If you promise not to terrify the new recruits again I’ll see what I can do.”

“I made them cry two times, Dameron.”

His warm laugh lilts into your ears. “They’re kriffin’ terrified of you. You might wanna dial it down a notch?”

“I’m actually the sweetest stone-cold bitch they’ll ever meet.”

“Oh, I know you are, sweetheart. Fly safe. I love ya.”

Those last words are said before every flight. Habitual and engrained after years of friendship. But they suddenly hit softer than usual. At the same time, heavier, curling into your chest with a new weight.

Now you are the one who is thoroughly flustered. Still, you manage to respond. “Fly safe, Poe. Love ya.”

As you taxi your ship onto the runway, your squad picking-up formation at your rear, you suddenly feel more than a little nervous about movie night.

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#and my blackness often isn’t ‘visible’ enough for white people so it’s really hard to feel connected when whites are constantly dismissive

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

hi, some basic stuff!!

i follow from this blog!

musicals/newsies sideblog is @jack-kellys !! it used to be @/aw-jus-let-em-try, which was my url for two years.

star wars blog is @kara-bast !!

this is extremely multifandom but my tags are always fun to read

i am on a dc comics kick rn, mainly batfam

i kindly would like to direct your attention to my other two blogs, ngl 😳

17 notes • Posted 2021-03-03 04:30:23 GMT

#4

the meta of the name grayson… son of both the metaphorical black and white (lower and upper classes) of gotham…. ancestor raised by the owls who call themselves the “gray” of gotham via clearing out anyone they deem unworthy of the city…

meanwhile dick is also the gray son of gotham since he’s more of a hero than the bat while still breaking the law/not siding with gcpd/gotham politicians/elites… fucking next level dude

32 notes • Posted 2021-11-15 05:54:13 GMT

#3

so everyone who saw tfatws today: you guys realize they sidelined sam in his own fucking series, right? for a white hydra man? you guys- you guys know that, right?

51 notes • Posted 2021-04-02 22:08:23 GMT

#2

wow, the no way home trailer was so cool! go see shang chi and the ten rings on september 3rd!

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I'd like to hear your 1-C kids headcanons!

aaa okok thank yall! as i said, i based them all off the canon extras so here they are! (with low quality and horribly colored little screencaps!) class 1-c!! name, (gender, prons, ethnicity/race) quirk + additional notes!

1.  kai aomidori 

male, he/him

japanese turkish

mood swing: can manipulate people’s emotions with his sweat (or tears or spit, body fluids in general)

he was based off color turquoise

2. momotarou akaki 

female, she/her

japanese

peachy nutrients: can alter peoples nutrients/body chemicals and shit (idk im not a stem) if she touches them. the longer she touches them the longer the effect lasts

can you guess how shitty i am at quirks

3. kaihei umigame

male, he/him

japanese

sea turtle: the fuck a sea turtle can do

nah seriously its mainly a mutation quirk and idk what sea turtles do i just wanted a fucking sea turtle 

4. akira kawamoto 

nonbinary, he/she/they

japanese

dj: can make any sound with the movement of their body

that is the motherfucker i talked about. they just watched hitoshi declaring war on class 1a and took pictures lmao. theyre a motherfucker who gives big denki/toga vibes and theyre great

5. hogo kabaa 

female, she/her 

japanese -central asian? sth? ‘m not sure-

shield: she can create shield all over her body, can’t do it on others though and without proper training theyre quite small (also very tiring)

definitely a friend of sappho

6. kenkou gouken 

nonbinary, he/they/ze 

wasian 

health check: can see the state of physical health of any person and what caused the unhealthy state if he touches them

remember akira? yeah these two are dating lmao

7. hitoshi shinsou 

male, he/him

japanese jewish

brainwashing

m’ baby <3 hes the reason i question my romantic orientation lmao

8. rio shinbou 

female, she/her 

philipino japanese

death-glare: can sense how dead someone is by looking at them

i have a feeling shes a lesbian

9. suijin shimizu 

male, he/him

wasian

water lily: has the medical abilities of an american white water lily

one of The Boys(tm) that are pretty basic and like forgetable, every class has ‘em

10. attikusu suugaku 

nonbinary, she/they

japanese greek

can solve any already-solved algebra equation (like, ‘already solved’ in the science world, so they cant just go boom solved the unsolvable)

lmao in that little headshot its hitoshi’s ass dagjkahdkj also i got an e(? is that what its called in english, i mean a 2) on my last math test and i almost cried in class

11. koujou seichou 

nonbinary, they/them

japanese 

plant growth: can fasten the growth/regeneration of every biological creature but only in places they touch

just a simple witch whos always short on storm water

12. kasshoku chikara 

nonbinary, he/him

half middle eastern japanese

triple up: can triple up the strength of anything they touch, works on humans too (basically amps the physics force)

his name literally means ‘brown’ and ‘power/strength’ so yea. brown power

13. kirameki  hana 

female, she/her 

wasian

sparkles: what is says on the tin lmao

yes everyone calls her sparkles

14. kuriiro hayato 

male he/him 

japanese latino

falcon eyes: basically hatsumes quirk: has a sight of a falcon

can you guess hes the last one ive done

15. miru majimena 

female, she/her

japanese polynesian (cook island)

faux checker: she can tell when something is true or faux or whether someone’s lying by looking at them. she sees an aureola of a certain color around them

she likes keys. and the auerola is based on my sight with glasses on when its lowkey foggy and shit on my way to school. it looks cool af. also shes half polynesian because miru is a polynesian godess so yeah good luck for me with the research

16. hachi murasakiiro 

nonbinary, they/she/he

japanese

sideways figure eight: can make any emitter quirk effect last longer with a touch

theyre jirous cousin! and the sideways figure eight is a different name for the infinity sign and their given name means eight so theres that. also eight is a lucky number so thats cute

17. mike mori

nonbinary, they/them

japanese

good luck charm: gets vibes whether something will bring good or bad luck, gets the best vibes in nature (forests specifically)

why they get the best vibes in nature? because their family name is forest gimmie a break!

18. ichirou rapisu 

male, he/him

japanese

understanding: understands every language written and spoken, cant speak any of them though

his name has absolutely nothing to do with anything. fuck you horikoshi i spent too much time on name websites and other shit like that to even care at this point

sorry if i sound tired or pissed, its cus I Am

anyway pls ask me about them  or like their dynamics with hitoshi and shit

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Soooooo... Couples therapy didn’t go well for SamBucky... TFATWS THOUGHTS (long post + spoilers)

Ok. Ok some depth to dude in a suit.

Not a bad guy. But the good guy Erskine always hoped for???

Mmmmmm some parallels between Sam and dude in a suit. Nervous to fill that suit.

“You’re not Captain America”

Aww they referenced his song

“Punch your way out of problems” hmm

Well yknow this is very early Captain America when Erskine gets killed and all Steve could do was be a figurehead of the war and put on shows...so interesting parallels

Bucky finds outtttt and he’s probably gonna deck Sam for giving up the shield

Ahhhhhh I knew it. Boi believed in what Steve believed. And seeing the shield being touted by some other guy gotta hurt.

Wait. But how did Bucky know Sam was gonna be there. Is he even allowed on this base??? Who gave him access???

Bucky my love you can’t help but latch onto the only friend you have huh? Wanna protect the dude that Steve believed could take up the mantle.

Instant chemistry on screen I adore this.

Dear god the sexual tension

Awwww “DONT call me Buck. Only Steve can call me Buck” WHATS THE BET BY THE END HES CALLING HIM BUCK OR THERES A CALL BACK WHERE SAM CALLS HIM BUCK AND BUCKY SAYS STILL CANT CALL ME THAT

Ahahahhahha what happened to the cool guy who caught Caps shield??

Cant even jump out of plane with no parachute. No wonder you didn’t get chosen to be Captain America XD (I kid. Don’t come for me)

Yknow what glad they showed them putting in those ear pieces. Every time they do that, the nonsense of every single Avengers movie and Civil War gets whittled down a little bit more

Sam we need a brooding non blinking dude or else who else will be your comedy prop

That was a flirty smile. Stop flirting Sam you’re on a mission.

Also love that Bucky is kinda caught up in saying all the cheesy sort of “casual” mission banter lines

Wait is that his new hero name orrrr? Bc he’s trying not to be the Winter Soldier anymore..

Their ongoing banter is really refreshing when before in other MCU movies (and this is very back to classics) there was time for maybe one quirky line mid action and the rest is just serious on a mission mode unless Tony was around

Bucky running oh my god I forgot

We had the whole running scene in Civil War too XD

Oop she’s not a hostage

Bucky has to love redwing in future right? (Sike they kill Redwing)

Oooh Sam got the hero music playing!!!

I was wrong. Dude in a suit got CAPS MUSIC????

Oh damn roll through the grass guys take it easy XD

I’m sorry subtitler what are you doing. “Captain America”???

Ok but that tracking shot of them just walking and bantering is great

This is a fun shot oh my god

BIG THREE

Baby there is a bit of difference to Steve jumping on a grenade pre-serum no protective gear of any kind using HIMSELF as a shield and expecting to blow up but hoping to save everyone else in the process... vs you knowing you can get out of it unscathed despite intentions being similar

Not a bad guy but not the “good man” just yet. But hey am appreciating his character depth.

Wow love that they’ve pointed out Bucky’s staring XD

But also this guy was raised up by the government. Steve was the embodiment of freedom.

“Battlestar??? Fuck yo nickname!” Hahahahaha

Oof John really just said they were his wingmen huh

Sam was right tho. I can get behind what dude in a suit is going for but he just has to end it poorly

So Super Soldiers came back as a plot point after the tease that was Civil War huh?

Wait wait so Sharon is still an enemy of state???

Nice. (I don’t remember what this was for)

Wow. And now we see the reality. Bucky, albeit pardoned, was considered a war criminal.

But they still think Sam is the aggressor in a situation where, I think, he would be justifiably upset. A hero, a black hero, was erased from the history books, effectively.

Racial profiling doesn’t stop. They see colour first and person second. And it was only after they realised who Sam was that they apologised. Actually even worse, it took Bucky reminding him to realise who they were.

How goddamn messed up.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmn ok dude in a suit you are overstepping boundaries here.

Bucky definitely needs the therapy, and while I would like him to have more freedom, it should not be on your authority????

Oooh tell em Doctor Raynor.

COUPLES THERAPY TIME

Ooooooh gazing hell yeah time to fall in love lads

Hahahhahahah their legs oh my god

Bucky’s “ha I won” look

Awww no Bucky really believed in Sam because it meant hope for him too I cant

I was rooting for this guy but he is getting on my nerves SNATCH THAT SHIELD OFFA HIS BACK

Yo but I feel bad for the Flag Smashers a lil? Their cause isn’t bad. Their target is governments, corruption etc. but idk we’ll see how things play out.

Jfc Zeno chill out. This music tf.

SHUT THE FUCK UP HOE THATS IT

—-

So we finally have some Falcon and The Winter Soldier bonding action, we love to see it.

Clearly they’re not best of pals, nor do they have Steve as their mediator... gotta navigate their relationship together, and once they nab a bad guy together for the first time, they’ll have better bond and it’ll be nice.

That said, gotta appreciate Bucky was actually more honest with Sam present. So that was some progress.

I am still neutral about Dude in a Suit... he’s not Captain America but idk if he’s earned me calling him just John and he’s not the USAgent yet?? Is that his name??

I can see where his motivations are coming from but he is really buying into this government mandated position that was only possible because Sam gave up the shield, when we’ve looked at him by himself wanting to live up to expectations... but dude is just coming off as a leech??? And I do hope he has a moment where he realises that, despite being the perfect soldier, there is someone who is more of a “good man” that Steve was, that Erskine wanted to take on the power...

And yknow the meeting with Isaiah does set up the very real concept that POC figures of significance are forced to remain in the shadows, or are straight up erased by a white-dominant society that wants to present a specific type of person as a hero for the masses to look up to...

Which is why I found the convo with that kid calling Sam “Black Falcon” interesting. The dad, who told the kid to call him that, might’ve wanted that distinction. In a society that continues to vilify and destroy their “racial minorities”, having a black hero like Falcon (and Black Panther and War Marchine) is important... and that idea leads into Sam’s outrage about Isaiah being unknown for so long... (as a non-American, non-black but POC woman, these are just some thoughts I have)

But yeah. Behind this very MCU veneer, we have some real character-led drama coming through and I’m all for it!

[astridortega]

『 kylie bunbury. thirty. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that BETHANIE ROBINSON from MAIN STREET i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -SURLY & -DETACHED. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool FOOTBALL COACH AT MAPLEVIEW HIGH SCHOOL and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +DEDICATED & +AMBITIOUS. i hope i see them around again!

@mapleviewstarters​

hello all, it’s wonderful to be here. i’d love to introduce you all to bethanie whose mottos include ‘you ain’t done until i say you are’ and ‘if a man can do it, i can make it look easy’. i’m always down for plotting and love to get excited about practically anything. you can come and talk to me on discord if you’d prefer (silly goose#0914)

show ‘em what ya daddy taught ya. 

❂ bethanie was born in atlanta, georgia to marquis and nora robinson. her mother was a talented singer who preferred weddings but dabbled in performing at public events and clubs. her father, at the time of bethanie’s birth, was a young man taking his first steps into the NFL. 

❂ by the time bethanie was six, she’d already followed in her father’s footsteps and lived and breathed sports. she attended every game with her mother and was one of the loudest tiny voices in the crowd. shortly after her father’s fifth season with the falcons, the family moved to charlotte, nc when her father took up a new position as a starting linebacker for the carolina panthers.

❂ although not an american football player herself, bethanie also lived and breathed athletics and field hockey alongside her deep-rooted passion for american football. all-in-all... sport was (and remains) her passion. 

❂ there was nothing remarkable about the way bethanie grew up. she had two loving parents who supported her completely and she never had to need for much. she went to college with a scholarship for athletics but a series of injuries in her senior year saw her cut short from national success. by this time, her father had retired, entered the hall of fame and coached at the university of north carolina. in passing one thanksgiving, he mentioned that it should be something she considered.

❂ bethanie’s mother passed away when beth was 24 and she temporarily moved back in with her father to support him through the loss. months turned into years and the two became quite the team, beth supporting her father with his own job while working on the side. three years ago, her father told her that he’d got in touch with an old friend who knew of an opening in a small town called mapleview. just a high school position but a chance to change lives... bethanie took it and made the move.

a personal playbook. 

❂ bethanie is incredibly headstrong. when she puts her mind to something... she’ll go after it with all she’s got.  ❂ she rarely stands for any crap and will speaks her mind/speak up when she feels it’s right.  ❂ she probably wouldn’t call herself a people person or a people pleaser but she’s grateful and good to friends and family. she understands the value of a close unit and has a lot of respect for people and their lives.  ❂ she is aware that she talks about sport a lot and will remind herself to chill out. 

it’s all about teamwork. 

❂ friends / colleagues / flings  ❂ sports folks ❂ bar buddies ❂ old friends  ❂ ex’s and oh’s  ❂ hiking companions ❂ anything you can imagine 

[minsimagines]

green malice | chapter 1

Summary: Y/N is an avenger, and she can’t stand Steve Rogers. A powerful mage, able to conjure green deadly mists to use as she wishes. The public is horrified by her, so her private life is hidden by the name they gave her: The Green Malice.

Follow her as she tries to fulfill her destiny; to find both her place in the world and maybe love on the way there.

Characters: Y/N Y/LN / Green Malice. Steve Rogers. The Avengers. Warnings: Swear words, nothing else, I think? Words: 1.5k A/N: gifs and images are not mine, credit to owners!! I’m back with another fic. Woho.

Parts: MASTERLIST  |  last -  next

“I’m not leaving until you open,” Sam’s voice came from outside your door. He’d been knocking for a while, trying to get you out of your room. You had no intention of amusing him.

“Then grab a chair,” you muttered to yourself, flipping through the magazine on the bed in front of you.

For a sweet second, you thought he’d left you alone. It was unlike Sam to give up easily, but you thought maybe he’d realized you weren’t going to come out of your room.

You almost jumped out of your bed when his face appeared outside your window, his falcon outfit on. He looked at you with a smug grin and you growled, throwing the magazine across the room.

You opened the door to the small balcony, and let him in. Crossing your arms, you raised a brow.

“Hey there, kiddo,” he grinned, and you rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the bed again. He walked over to the armchair and sat down. His elbows on his knees.

How many times were they going to act as if you were a child? You were 23 years old, for fucks sake.

“You’re uh,” he muttered, pointing to you. Looking down at yourself, you saw green steam rising from your clothes. Embarrassed, you bit your lips and hugged yourself, urging your powers back inside.

“It’s won’t hurt you,” you told him, not meeting his eyes.

“I wasn’t worried about that,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “It looked like it might be uncomfortable.”

“Well, it’s not,” you spat, a little more vicious than you had intended.

“So, you gonna tell me what’s really going on?” He pushed, and you inhaled deeply.

“I told you, I’m tired.”

“Cap push your buttons?” He asked, and the mention of Steve caught you off guard. Your eyes snapped up to his for a split second, before you awkwardly looked away, trying to keep your cool.

“No.”

“You’re a shitty liar.”

“Whatever,” you muttered.

“Come on, I’m not gonna go tell him, so you can talk to me. We need a focused team and I can tell you can’t focus right now – which is okay. But we need you on your full 10 if something goes down.”

They need you? As if. That was a lie, even if you know Sam meant well. Captain America didn’t need anyone. He was a genius all on his own. And you would stay away from him for as long as you could.

“I don’t have anything against him,” you lied. The lie was so sour it almost burned your tongue.

“I think even he knows you have something against him,” Sam chuckled, and you bit the inside of your cheek. You really didn’t want to think about Steve. You really didn’t need to have his fucking face stuck in your mind even more than you already did.

“Well, then why don’t you go ask him?”

“You know he tries his best to help you, right?”

Sam Wilson, you are a funny one.

“Of course,” you told him, with a nod of your head, your eyes still not meeting his. Bla bla bla.

“Do you though?”

You glanced up at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you run away every time he’s around. Why?”

“I don’t run-”

“Yes, you do. And you go against anything he says, even if it’s something reasonable. As if you specifically go against it because it’s him that says it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, feeling your blood begin to heat up. You didn’t like being put on edge like this, especially when it came to America’s hero. How did none of them think he was the most pretentious asshole around?

“Listen, I just want you to get your head in the game,” he said as he stood up.

Yeah, so you wouldn’t get in their way.

“Of course, I’m sorry,” you nodded your head.

“Sure,” he scoffed, a small smile on his face as his watch beeped.

“Dinner’s ready,” he commented, and you wanted to scream. Of course, there would be a team dinner that evening, it was probably the fucking captain’s idea. He’d always pull that kind of a stunt if he thought you were ‘upset’.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I don’t care, you’re coming. It’s all casual, so don’t worry.”

“Fine,” you agreed, though your heart was pounding out of anger.

After Sam left your room, you sat on your bed, staring at your closet. Why not make a statement? They all thought you were a depressed, fragile little thing that they all had to step around. Why not show them exactly how fragile you weren’t? You wanted them to look at you. You wanted the captain to see you weren’t a child.

Biting your lip, you stood and walked over to your closet. You ran your fingers over the fabric of your civil clothes and a smile pulled on your lips. Oh, you would make them look at you. He would look at you.

Pulling your hair out of your ponytail, you let the locks fall down your back, and you threw your training gear to the floor.

Stepping into a black, tight, short number, you pull the thin straps over your shoulders and admired yourself in the mirror. Casual, right? Wear what you want to wear? What you normally wear? They didn’t know what you would have wore outside. Not that you ever went outside of the compound.  The outside world was scary, when everyone hated you. Even if they didn’t know you. 

Bastards.

The dress stopped at the middle of your thighs, and you were sure the whole room would see your underwear if you bent over, but you didn’t care. You weren’t bending over for anyone.

Stepping into your bathroom, you moved straight to a drawer you had used to hate. A drawer containing all things green, which you had used to love long before being the green malice. It was only after the public sat their eyes on you that you started hating green.

You wouldn’t anymore.

You were done being a slave to their judgement.

Pulling out your green glitter, you dusted some on your eyelids. Not too much, just a hint. Let ‘em him know who you were. Biting your lip, you looked at yourself. If you weren’t so fed up, you might have been a bit embarrassed at yourself, but this was what they wanted.

You were different. Your mind didn’t work together with their fucking beehive.

Pulling on your clean, white sneakers, you applied some lip gloss. 

Your door opened as you stepped towards it, and in stepped the motherfucker himself.

Steve Rogers.

In a tight, tight long-sleeved sweater.

Fuck.

Your mind spiraled, and you didn’t feel so confident anymore. His eyes gave you a one over and you stared a him in shock.

“Sure, come on in,” you growled, snapping out of your trance. You strode past him, your cheeks flushed, cursing yourself mentally. What the fuck was wrong with you?

“Y/N,” he called after you.

“Fucking hell,” you whispered as you stopped. You didn’t turn.

“Y/N, look at me.”

“We’re late,” you said, stepping forward, turning the corner and practically running to the dining room.

Okay, part one of mission ‘get to team dinner’ was done. Part two was now to get the image of the god damned captain in a skintight sweater out of your head.

Did he not own shirts that fit properly? What was he thinking? What were you thinking?

Deep breaths. Look calm. Be calm. You’ve got this.

“Hey- Woah, did I get the wrong memo?” Sam grinned, when he saw you enter the room. You gave him a tight smile, moving through the room with deliberate steps to sit at the far end of the table. You gave a small greeting to everyone around the table as you sat down, throwing your hair over your shoulder.

The room turned quiet. So quiet, you almost had an urge to say something.

You never had an urge to say anything.

The only sound was Captain America entering the room and the soft jazz music in the background. He sat by the table, right across from you, staring at you with an unreadable expression. You looked away.

You felt their eyes on you, all of them.

“Want something to drink, Y/N?” Tony asked a while after the room had slowly began chatting amongst themselves again.

Glancing at Steve, who seemed to be keeping an eye on you every 5 seconds, you smiled at Tony.

“I’ll have a glass of wine, thanks,” you said sweetly. Tony moved to get it for you right away.

Captain America thought you were a child in need of a pick-me-up?

You’d show him how much of a child you weren’t.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #470

Top Ten Films to Watch on Star on Disney+

We’ve been watching a lot of Disney+ lately. This is partly due to the fact that our family movie nights have become, almost accidentally, a quest to watch every bit of Star Wars content on the service; so far, we’ve watched the entire Skywalker Saga and are now moving onto the spin-off movies. The younglings have become addicted: Daughter #1 is getting stuck into The Clone Wars, whilst Daughter #2 is demanding we jump straight into The Mandalorian. As for the Princess to my Scoundrel, well, she and I have been thoroughly enjoying WandaVision, which by the time you read this, will have finished. Sob! Nothing to do but gird our loins until the arrival of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier in a couple of weeks! At least this excellent TV programme appears to have whetted my wife’s appetite for watching more of the MCU movies. Maybe soon I can make oblique references to Mary Poppins, y’all, and someone else in the house will actually know what the hell I’m on about.

Well it looks as if there’s going to be even more use out of our Disney+ sub as the months roll inexorably on, what with their new Star channel. This is where they’ve shoehorned all the mucky films they bought from the naughty boys and girls at Fox; sweary adult dramas, sexy bits, and scenes of explicit wrist-slapping abound. So now we have this toybox of grown-up content to savour! What to watch? What not to watch? I’ve already started at the most obvious place by diving into some vintage Arnie with Commando, one of the funniest action movies ever made. It did not disappoint.

So where to next? Re-watching semi-forgotten classics, films I’ve not seen in literally decades? Or checking out things that slipped me by (there’s an entire list to be made of “films I read about in Empire in the ‘90s, got really excited about, but never saw”). Do I watch the crappier Die Hard films, or cheesy action movies (er, like Commando, I guess)? Or dive deep into prestige fair? Or just watch Spy Hard for the Weird Al theme tune, practically the only bit of the film I remember? The options are virtually endless.

So that’s what this week’s list is: ten films I intend to watch on Disney+ very flipping soon. Or, y’know, just play Zelda until Falcon starts.

9 to 5 (1980): there was a lot of talk of Dolly around the New Year, and my wife and I even watched a documentary about her. As a result, I had a scoot around to see if it was possible to buy 9 to 5 as a birthday or Valentine’s gift for my better half; it’s a film neither of us have seen in years if not decades, and we’re both big Grace and Frankie fans too. Alas, it’s a difficult film to get a hold of; there doesn’t appear to be a Blu-ray readily available. Praise be, then, that it’s now on Disney+; a terrific comedy film, with a nice bit of feminist bite. I’m not sure if it’ll feel dated or – post-#MeToo – oddly prescient. But I’m really, really looking forward to watching it again.

Crimson Tide (1995): I do love a good tense thriller, and I seem to remember this as being a particularly great tense thriller. This feels like one of those “they don’t make ‘em like this anymore” candidates; a claustrophobic two-hander with no real action, almost a theatrical chamber piece, but made with huge stars and a big-time director (the late, great Tony Scott). I saw it once, on video, when it came out, so it’ll be great to revisit.

The Color of Money (1986): another minor classic that I’ve not seen for decades, and a film I remember even less well than Crimson Tide. It’s cool to revisit (or discover for the first time!) films by great directors, and this is Scorsese we’re talking about. Cruise as a freshly-minted movie star, still taking risks; Newman as a great elder statesman. I’ve genuinely no idea what it’s like, it’s been so long, but I’d love to see it again. Just wish The Hustler was on D+ too!

Quiz Show (1994): I’d mentioned before that there are loads of films from the ‘90s that I read about as an eager young film fan but never saw; this is one of them. An apparently-great drama about corruption at a hugely popular TV show in ‘50s America, with Ralph Fiennes in a very early Hollywood role. I think I’d enjoy it.

Looking for Richard (1996): another of those ‘90s films…! This fascinated me as a teen, and I’d love to see it: a documentary about Richard III, made by Al Pacino, featuring people talking about Shakespeare (got a lot of time for that) and also scenes of the play performed and filmed. It’s a real curio; also weirdly came out around the same time as McKellen’s Richard III. Maybe something was in the water? We’re due another big Rich in my opinion.

Jennifer’s Body (2009): a follow-up from Juno writer Diablo Cody, a horror centred around high school and female sexuality, this has always seemed like it might be a dark, delicious delight; it wasn’t very well received at the time, but has grown in cult status; as has its star, Megan Fox, who I’d argue has not had the easiest time within Hollywood. Anyway, I really like the look of it, and it’ll be cool to check it out.

Tombstone (1993): I love a good Western, and I seem to remember that this is a very good Western. A story of Wyatt Earp that goes beyond the famous gunfight, my memories of this are very vague; I know that there’s a very good Val Kilmer performance as Doc Holliday, and of course Kurt Russell as Earp himself. I might try out that “watch along” feature and watch this, remotely, with my dad.

Romancing the Stone (1984): I probably haven’t seen this since the eighties so I’ve got no idea if it’s really any good, but I do remember enjoying its Indy-inspired adventurism and – in particular – Danny DeVito’s bad guy. Douglas is always great value as a leading man, although from what I’ve since read this is really Kathleen Turner’s show. It’ll be interesting to see if it holds up, but hopefully it’ll be a good stop-gap until they finally get the Indy films up on the service.

Good Morning, Vietnam (1988): another film that I want to revisit, even if I remember it a little better than others on this list. My memory is that it’s utterly fantastic, a really stark look at the realities of Vietnam during the time of the war, and also a phenomenal, very human performance from Williams. Also I remember it being very funny when he does let off some steam (sorry, bit of Commando creeping in there). And really, it’s Williams I want to see again; that earnest, real, pained but beautiful Williams we get in his very best performances. It’s very likely I’ll cry just watching him on screen. God, I miss him.

Independence Day: Resurgence (2016): I needed some crappy sequel to talk about, and here it is. I can’t overstate how much I loved the first Independence Day in ’96, so the (apparent; I’ve not seen it) terribleness of this sequel hit me like a sledgehammer. It can’t be that bad, can it? Is it not at least so-bad-it’s-good? I mean, the trailer made it look atrocious, and it’s killed off Will Smith – the best character! – off-screen, so odds are not good that it’s a hidden gem. But I’ve got to know.

This was actually a pretty tough list, and I had to knock off some films that I’d love to rewatch (Conan the Barbarian, The War of the Roses), as well as stuff like Idiocracy and Office Space that I’ve never seen. Also Kingsman: The Secret Service, which is a fairly recent release that slipped me by, and I’m not sure why I’ve never gotten round to seeing; I blame the kids! Also, there was going to be some xenomorph or xeno-monkey action on here, but frustratingly all the Alien (and Predator!) movies are missing, and the recent Planet of the Apes trilogy – which I’ve also never seen! – is only served by its middle instalment. Yeah, I can watch the seminal ‘60s original again (and I may!) or the indecipherable and strange Tim Burton version, but what about, y’know, the trilogy that everyone raves about? I assume this is due to pre-existing deals keeping the films elsewhere (elusive…), but the sagas of Alien, Predator, and the complete Die Hard package are – I believe – being kept until most profitable (mark my works: Die Hard at Christmas). Anyway, it’s a bit frustrating, that, as I’ve never seen Covenant or The Predator, and I’d love to watch the whole lot from the start anyway.

I guess I can console myself by also watching the one Die Hard film I’ve never seen, namely the critically-acclaimed A Good Day to Die Hard. I mean, I’m assuming it’s critically acclaimed. I guess I’ll find out.

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHRIS

A couple of weeks had gone by since I promised myself I’d give Tae some space. It was disappointing that she’d only hit me up once since then, especially after I revealed so much to her the last time she was here. I really opened up to her in hopes of gaining her trust, maybe that’s why I’ve been buggin. Without her conversation, it’s hard to keep my mind off of Robyn. The last time I saw Robyn, she not only looked like a stranger, but she treated me like one too. Between her and Tae, my heart was torn and it was all too much to deal with. 

Every time I felt myself getting in my feelings, I’d hit the studio, blast some music, and paint. It was like having a therapy session, which is how I was spending my Friday afternoon. I was in my zone, finishing up my third project this week when Taylor called, inviting me to go riding with him.

“Hell yeah! I had fun last time, but I wanna take it out where I can really put some gas to it.” I suggested, jumping at the chance to borrow his motorcycle again.

“Alright, I got you. I know just the place.” he promised, before we hung up. I finished the painting I was working on and stepped back to look at the finished product. 

Diamond always gave the cutest pouty face when I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I put it in paint. I snapped a picture of it and sent it to Tae before leaving, hoping that would put me on her mind.

“This chick wants me to meet her at the A for some drinks” Taylor announced when I got to his place.

“When ya’ll planning on doing that?”

“Right now, I told her 8. ″

“Then why you ask me to ride with you?” I asked, noticing it was fifteen til. “I’m not trying to be the third wheel”

“You won’t be. She’s bringing her roommate, so I told her I’d bring my brother” he added, with a smirk.

“I’m not going on a double date with you man, you know I got a girl.”

“It ain’t a date, unless you want it to be. I know that long distance shit ain’t gonna last too long.”

“Shut up fool. As long as you don’t get me in no shit, it’ll last as long as I want it to.”

“We’re just gonna hang for a bit, then take em on a ride. The ladies love that shit and I’m tryna get some ass tonight.”

“Well I’m not-”

“-Stop being a tight fuck. It ain’t all about them, come chill with ya bro.”

“Alright man, but don’t be mad if they both feeling me and you end up coming home empty handed” I teased as he tossed me the keys to his Harley.

We arrived twenty minutes later than expected due to traffic, but the girls still hadn’t made it. We found a spot at the bar, ordered a couple of beers, and watched the Saints play the Falcons while we waited.

“It’s looking like you got stood up lil bro” I stated when I noticed it was nine and still no sign of the chick he described.

“There she goes” he nodded towards the door when a familiar, dark skinned woman walked in. “She bad ain’t she?”

“Oh, hell naw. I heard this bitch was fuckin with Anthony a couple of weeks ago. You need to be caref-”

“Fuck Anthony. That’s yo homeboy. Besides, I’m always careful.” he stated, gulping down the rest of his beer before standing to greet Kiki.

“Small world. I would’ve never guessed y'all were brothers. Ryan gonna be shocked as fuck.” she cackled, getting comfortable next to Taylor as Ryan walked in. She was on the phone, eyes fixated on Kiki as she strutted past a couple of guys checking her out. She didn’t even notice me until she ended her call, a couple feet in front of me.

“Hey” she smiled, surprised to see me. “When Kiki told me she set me up on a blind date I was nervous as hell”

“Oh, this ain’t that.” I explained, tossing back the rest of my beer. She rolled her eyes at my bluntness and sat on the stool in between me and Kiki.

“Obviously, you shut that shit down already. I’m just glad you’re not some fucking weirdo.” she admitted and I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.

“I see ya’ll are on good terms again” I nodded towards Kiki, who was cheesing like a schoolgirl while Taylor whispered in her ear. “I’m glad I didn’t get involved in that”

“Yeah, it didn’t take long for Anthony to hop on the next bitch” she shrugged nonchalantly. “How do you even know him? He doesn’t seem like someone you would associate with.”

“Shit, we go way back.  He’s changed for the worse, that’s for damn sure. ”

“Well, at least one good thing came from him”

“What’s that?”

“He’s got some good connects. He introduced me to a DJ who’s been working with me on a couple of songs, even helped me land a couple of gigs when we were on good terms.”

“Good. Sounds like things are looking up for you.”

“You have no idea. I’ve been crazy busy. Matter of fact, I’m performing for this charity event in a few weeks, you should come.”

“Oh yeah? Send me the info. This is a crazy time for me too, but I should be able to work it in”

“Alright, but let me know either way. Don’t just leave me hanging.” she replied, before getting the bartender’s attention. They ordered margaritas and we settled on one more beer while we watched a little more of the football game. I wasn’t interested in the game, or getting drunk. I was ready for the adrenaline rush from flying through traffic, so after the ladies finished their drinks, we hit the road.

It didn’t take long for me to regret agreeing to do this with the girls. I’ve been abstinent for a solid five months now, and I haven’t seen Tae in over a month. Having Ryan’s double D’s on my back and arms wrapped around my waist had my man standing tall. I did my best to keep it to myself, but she got a couple of feels in. 

Nevertheless, we rode across the Pacific Coast Highway to the infamous Neptune’s net, where we hung out for a little while, had dinner, and smoked a blunt by the beach, before heading back to the city. That’s when I realized those couple of feels weren’t an accident, they were intentional. I don’t know if it was because she was tipsy, but Ryan couldn’t keep her hands to herself. I was cool about it the first time, but then she slipped her hands in my pants while I was driving, and I damn near wrecked trying to pull over.

"If you want to make it home without having to find another way, you gonna have to keep your hands above my waist” 

“Were you feeling violated? Because it looks like you were enjoying it.”

“Fuck that. I’m tryna keep shit platonic between us, but if you can’t handle that we can’t do this anymore. I’ll find you a ride, but I’m not doing this with you”

“Fine. I’ll stop.” she stated, throwing her hands up in defeat. She behaved the rest of the ride, but when we made it to her place, she invited me in and was offended when I quickly declined.

“Well, you know where I am if you wanna talk or whatever” she stated before sashaying towards her front door. The deep ass swing in her hips made it evident she wanted more than a conversation.

I waited as she dug in her purse, searching for her keys until she gave up and made a call. By the look on her face as she walked towards me, I knew bad news was coming. 

“Kiki has my house key and she’s not answering. Is it cool if I stay at your place tonight?”

“You gotta be kidding” I sighed in disbelief. “Ya’ll set this shit up huh?”

“Really? Don’t flatter yourself. A simple yea or no will do” she sassed, almost tripping over her own foot. 

“What other choice do we have? Let’s go” I shrugged, handing her the helmet back. She was fucked up and I didn’t want to be here all night waiting for a damn key, so I decided we’d deal with it tomorrow. 

ROBYN

“I can’t believe I’m doing this”

“It looks great and it’s almost done, no need to fuss now” I reassured Mel as I wrapped my arms around her for comfort.

Today I finally went through with covering the matching tattoo Chris and I’d gotten a couple of years ago on some drunk on love shit. Halfway through, I almost chickened out, so Mel made me a deal. She said she was done with tattoos before, but if I went through with this one, she’d get one of my choice blindfolded. So here we were, both with swollen hands, only mine was three times the size of hers.

“Alright, ya’ll know the drill. Keep it clean and dry.” BB, my tattoo artist, stated once he finished her design. “and you really need to baby yours Robyn, here’s some extra ointment. It should help with the pain too.”

“Awww shit! This is dope!” Mel grinned after uncovering her eyes. Capturing moments was inked flawlessly in script on the side of her left hand.The moment we were settled in the back seat of John’s ride, she snapped a pic and sent it to J.  

“I’m obsessed! Girl, fucking with you, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s perfect. You did good”

“Give jack he jacket!  You know I don’t do you dirty!” I teased, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Yeah, but you been wilding ever since that shit with Chris and Dre.”

“Bitch, you not even supposed to be saying the C word” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Speaking of Chr- I mean C. Has he reached out to you since?” she continued, ignoring my annoyance.

“No. I guess I scared the shit outta him when I mentioned the police, but Aundre’s ass won’t stop calling”

“So you’re not talking to him either?”

“Nope. I’m taking your advice and leaving both of they asses alone.“

“We’ll see how long that lasts” she snickered, rolling her eyes, as if she knew I was to weak to go through with it. I hated when she did that.

“Don’t do that.’

"What”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m sick of that shit.”

“Chill out, it ain’t that serious”

“I am serious Mel. Don’t shoot me down like that. Not everybody got they life figured out by 24.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She quizzed, shaking her head. “I’m still figuring this shit out too. Everything ain’t smooth sailing over here either.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I scoffed, crossing my arms and wincing from the pain of brushing my freshly tatted hand against my clothes.

“I don’t complain all the time and I don’t wear that shit on my sleeve, but yeah Rob, I be going through some shit too.”

“Like?”

“Like my husband working seventy hour weeks and my married boss flirting and making passes at me all the fucking time”

“Michael?”

“Yeah, anytime we’re alone together he gets a little too close and happens to accidentally brush up against me the wrong way or says something sexually cryptic ”

“You lying! He’s fine as hell, but don’t fuck around with a married man. Matter of fact, you should just leave that job. These things always end up ugly”

“I’m not stupid, but I’m not leaving my job either.”

“Why not?”

“The amount of money I’m making with him is crazy, I ain’t gonna get that anywhere else.”

“Girl please, you have J. Who cares about the money? It ain’t worth the money, you need to quit”

“Easy for you to say. I’'m finally making good money and I’m not ready to let it go. Over a couple of ass grabs? Naw, imma milk this cow. Maybe I’ll be able to open my own shit one day.”

“Well all I gotta say is don’t slip up and lose ya husband over nothing stupid.”

“I would never jeopardize my marriage. J has made me a better person in so many ways, I’d be stupid to fuck up something this good. ”

“Fi true” I agreed, before John Legend’s All of Me started blaring from her phone.

“This my baby calling now” she gasped, a smile creeping across her face as she answered in her sexy voice. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as they flirted back and forth. I had to turn my attention to the starry sky in order to successfully tune her out. Instead of obsessing over my own sad love life, I  looked for constellations while reminding myself of all the frogs she had to kiss in order to find her prince. 

CHRIS

“CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK!” Tae’s unmistakable voice pierced my ears, snatching me from dreamland. It took a minute for it to register that she was standing right in front of me. Then I realized why she was screaming.

“Get up Ry-” I attempted to wake Ryan’s drunk ass up, but she was out cold. We passed out sitting up on the sofa watching Rush Hour, I don’t know how her head ended up on my lap. It may have looked a little bad, but Tae was definitely exaggerating.

“SO THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY DO WHEN YOUR BY YOURSELF! I KNEW  IT. YOU’RE A LIAR! ”

“BABE!” I yelled over her to get her attention. “You buggin. We’re fully clothed. Nothing happened.”

“And that makes this okay? Your fucking ex is laying in your lap!” Lose my number!” she screamed throwing my key at me and running out the house.

My mind was yelling for me to run after her, but my legs wouldn’t move. Is that really all it took for her to walk out on me again? If so, what is the point of this long distance shit? What was she even doing in Cali? I haven’t talked to her in days and she just randomly shows up to act like this. I had so many questions, but at the same time, I didn’t care for a single answer. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders as I realized something. I’m single again.