#do you know how many apples you’d have to eat a day in order to fulfill your daily requirements just for energy

[boneless-mika]

Doctors truly will be like “Don’t eat fatty foods which include *proceeds to list every food that exists*”

[thewriterg]

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭...

pairing(s); john price x gn!reader, 141 x reader

summary; trying to find as most comfort as you could in your predicament youd do what any rational person would… bake, but it was a bit difficult when you had six foot rodents in your kitchen —flufftober day; 4—

word count; 1.0k+

warning(s); readers callsign is peach, papa price, small argument price just cares, fluff, kisses, pet names, and language

playlists; lover, you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley

A/n:—GIFs; @madesh & @campesine-moved—

When you step towards the door you made sure to knock on the old wood in the rhythmic order agreed on so you wouldn’t be gunned down where you stood or dead before you had a chance to hit the floor

When the door creaked open a gun was put in your line of sight before it was took away so you were able to take a step into the old safe house immediately bombarded with questions as you put down the crate of goods down you body layered in a thin sheet of sweat under all of the clothes essentially tuning out your surroundings after being hyper aware for your hourlong journey

You stripped of one of Ghosts many balaclavas, Prices god awful bucket hat, Soaps pair of sunglasses, and Gazs too big gloves as you began tune back into the conversation that suddenly wasn’t as loud as it was while Price stood in front of you his voice demanding and gruff

“Where were you Peach? I won’t ask again don’t make me pull rank.” You sucked in a sharp breath using your fingers to crack your knuckles at your side before taking in another breath way smoother than the first before you responded

“I want to a market a few miles from here you wouldn’t have to worry so much if you read the note I left on the fridge” You responded voice void of emotion and it was Prices turn to suck in a a breath

“You could’ve been followed, someone spotted you and made the connection and use you as leverage, You had no backup! And no team!” The brunette that was beginning to grey began to get louder his voice carrying a pitch Price hated to yell at you anyone but you but right now it was one of those times where he had to be you captain rather than your lover

“I think you forgot I used to work alone. If it was one of the boys would you react like this please tell me!? We were running outta of food and safety percussion is that you don’t go out for the first 72 hours after locating in a safe house it’s been 96 excuse me for looking after my team Captain” With a snatching of the crate from its position on the floor you stormed through what you all deemed to be the living room with the harder than rocks couch and worn down wood coffee table making your way into the kitchen

Price ran a stressed hand through his hair before making his way out to the porch his boots thumping against the creaking hardwood floor as he went before lighting up a cigar

💌💌💌💌

There wasn’t much for you to work with in the kitchen it wasn’t the worst shelter you’d been in but it certainly wasn’t the best but you appreciated the small things lying around like an old cutting board, a small eating bowl, one stray pan and even a janky but working oven

You cut down on the apples with a little more force than needed using your combat knife as a kitchen utensils after you had washed it god knows how many times to rid of any… unwanted extras in your treat

“You need something Captain?” You questioned and John mentally grimaced at the title as you dumped a small bag of brown sugar over your cut fruit he knew after things like that you needed time but 40 minutes was all he could stand it was one of those rare situations he had to be your captain and your lover even though he strictly preferred being one or the other

“I wanted to apologize I didn’t mean to yell at you but, I need you to understand that that call was risky and not the safest route” The greying brunette stated his voice soft yet still had that gruff underlying accent

“Maybe so, but it’s deeper than that if it was anyone else you wouldn’t have reacted the same… You would’ve praised them for sharp thinking” You shook your head with a the twitch or your lips downward Price straightened up his stance now entering the kitchen fully

“Come one Peaches that’s not true, I would’ve reacted the same for any other it was a risky thing to do and I needed to call you out on it as your Captain the situation at hand just had a little more emotion involved” John just about pleaded for you to understand as you sighed stopping your motion of roughly mixing the apples and sugar together

“I just… want you to know that I don’t need protecting John I’m just as capable on my own than with anyone else” You mumbled turning to put the sugared fruit in the pan the burning eye on the stove giving it heat to cook down before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist eyes peering over your shoulder

“And I know you are, I never doubt you. I do however worry about you because I love you and care for your safety” His tone now matched yours your and he began to smile when you leaned back into him

“I know, I’m sorry for worrying you” You whispered and Price pressed a kiss to the crown of your head in response as you stirred the filling gently momentarily having a second to yourselves before the sound of whisper shouting made its way through the room

“We were wondering if you needed a hand?” Soap questioned bashfully Gaz standing at his side while Ghost stared at the the two from his position at the small dining table with the roll of his eyes

“Tempting boys but, we all know how that would work out” You playfully rolled your eyes and Price chuckled from beside you his heart warm in his chest even if you were younger than Soap and Ghost you still referred to all of them as “the boys”

“Oh come on, that was Soaps fault!” Gaz pleaded and you snickered as the Scott let out an offended noise before the pair began to bicker with one another of who did it as you smiled and giggled at the sight Price watched you with love in his eyes

The sight was as sweet as apple pie.

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[toulousewayne]

Daily Batfam Shenanigans Pt:2

———

Batmom heading downstairs to attend a gala and finds the boys yelling and shouting in the foyer.

Batmom: How many idiots does it take to tie a bow tie?

Bruce:…..

Dick……

Tim……

Damian: Three it seems.

———-

When your brothers speak multiple languages.

Batsis:Tell them I want taco with the tasty red chicken, with Spanish rice and extra cheese on the beans.

Jason: sí, el número uno con queso extra en los frijoles. You want chips and salsa?

Batsis: Sí

**

Damian: Tt, I don’t see why you can’t order yourself.

Batsis: 🥺

Damian: *Sighs*fine, you want soup with your order?

Batsis: yes, thank you little brother.

—-

Jason: We’ll slap me silly and call me darlin’ it’s raining again.

Dick & Babs (Unison): Not even gonna ask.

**

Jason: Wipe my butt and call me a baby.

Batsis: Dad said you can’t swear didn’t he?

Jason: We’ll I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, you sure they brightest crayon in the box.

Damian (While reading a book):Just because you have the features of a primate does not give you right to compare yourself to one.

Jason:….Fuck you

Bruce: Jason!

Jason:I like Mom so much more.

——

Tim:I’m sad

Dick: We know Tim.

Batsis: We’re all depressed, look who’s our father.

Bruce(Stoic):…

Alfred: I think it’s time I call the therapist.

———

Jason,Batmom are in the kitchen making snacks. While, Cass watches and steal one every once and a while.

Dick: FUCKING HELL!!!

Batmom rushes out the kitchen and Jason and Cass share a look before she returns carrying Dick like a small child.

Batmom: Get me the med kit now!

Cass graciously leaves and returns with it.

Jason while eating: What you do this time big bird?

Dick: I dropped my razor and it cut my leg.

Batmom places a Superman bandage on his cut. : All better.

Dick (happily): Thanks Mom.

Bruce standing in the doorway: You managed to carry a grown man down two flights of stairs.

Batmom turns to him and leaves the kitchen with an apple: Never underestimate a Mother’s will to help her children Brucie boy.

——-

Damian walking into the cave with a skateboard.

Dick:Whatcha got there Lil D?

Damian:Tt, Kent wants to go skateboarding but Mother never showed me how to use these devices.

Tim vibrating from not sleeping for 72 hours, five shots of espresso, two Red Bulls and a few bites of cold day old pizza.

Tim: We ride at Dawn!

Damian & Dick: 😳

—-

Batsis watching a movie with Damian and Titus in her room. Jason walks in flexes his biceps in her mirror turns to look at them then pushes her hair spray off the nightstand. And leaves her room with the door open.

Titus…..

Damian:….

Batsis:Damian—

Damian (pulling a Katana from Batsis’s closet): I thought you’d never ask. Come along Titus.

[buckyispunk]

Falling

Aloha Chapter Three~ Bucky Barnes x f!Reader (no use of Y/N)

read previous parts here!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: The events of Ocean Blue from Bucky's perspective, aka Bucky fights to win you back.

A/N: So so soooo sorry for the longer-than-expected wait everyone! Thank you to all who have been sticking it out with me! I hope this chapter makes up for it! Also - discontinuing tags after this chapter, follow @buckyispunkwrites and turn on notifs!!

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, discussion of unhealthy relationships, slight overstimulation, dom!Bucky, drinking, insecure reader, please lmk if I missed anything

Word Count: 4.6k

“Dude,” Sam shoves Bucky’s shoulder, “I’m sure she’ll be out soon, you don’t have to keep staring at the door.”

Bucky reverts his attention to his friends, who are now laughing at his infatuated state. He debates for a second whether or not it’s worth it to think of a clever comeback, but he can’t bring himself to care enough. All Bucky cares about is when he’ll next be able to hear your laugh and watch the way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight. All he cares about right now is being with you. 

And that scares Bucky. Absolutely terrifies him. The last time Bucky felt this way about someone, she betrayed every ounce of trust he ever put in her and Bucky had wound up wishing he never even met her in the first place. But even though he’s only known you a few days, something tells Bucky you’re nothing like his ex. 

All he manages is a mumbled shut up. 

He turns from his friends to go order another round, noting that Sam and Steve’s bottles are almost empty as well. As he leans against the bar waiting for the bartender, he feels a tap on his shoulder.

Bucky grins as he turns around. 

“Been waiting for you, do-”

He cuts himself off when he realizes it’s not you he’s talking to, but some blonde woman he doesn’t recognize. 

“Sorry,” he shakes his head, “thought you were someone else,” he explains, smile disappearing from his face. 

“No worries,” she flases her white teeth at him, “I actually think your friend over there is kinda cute. The one that hasn’t stopped laughing for the last five minutes.”

Bucky sighs, relieved that the woman isn’t hitting on him. He’s never been great at rejecting people. 

“Sam’s definitely something,” Bucky tilts his head in amusement.

“I was gonna buy him a drink, what does he like? Couldn’t see his bottle from where I’m sitting.”

“I was just ordering us another round, I’ll just give you his.”

Bucky turns back to the bartender and orders three beers for him and his friends.

“Thanks. Now let’s just hope he doesn’t fall out of his chair again when I give it to him.”

Bucky laughs as he remembers when, a few minutes ago, Sam had fallen to the ground laughing at Steve’s insistence that the Giants are super bowl bound this year. In that moment, as he listened to Sam’s hysterical laughter and Steve’s continued argument, he found himself wondering whether you’d be laughing along with Sam or if you were a die-hard Giants fan, like Steve. 

He’s realized there’s so many things he doesn’t know about you: your favorite kind of flower, how you spend your time on rainy Sundays, where you grew up, whether you eat pumpkin or apple pie on Thanksgiving. And this realization has sparked an endless curiosity in Bucky. He has a sudden urge to ask you every possible question he can think of and then memorize each and every answer you tell him until he’s familiarized himself with every nook and cranny of your beautiful mind. 

The bartender sets the drinks on the bar, snapping Bucky out of his trance. 

“Have at it,” Bucky hands the woman the beer and she heads toward their seats. 

Sam and Steve usually have no trouble finding women wherever the three of them go. Occasionally Bucky would get hit on at the bar or at a ball game, usually only indulging them for a minute or two before escaping to the bathroom. He had gone on a few dates over the years, but those only discouraged him.

One time his date had gotten so drunk that Bucky had to practically carry her to her door, where she then invited Bucky inside with clear intentions - an offer which Bucky had politely declined, of course. The girl after that had looked up from her phone no more than five times throughout the night, making halfhearted conversation as she scrolled through social media before thanking Bucky for dinner and ordering an Uber home. Needless to say, Bucky hasn’t had the best dating experiences since he’s been stateside. 

Sam, on the otherhand, has a whole folder on his phone filled with different dating apps - Kinder? Tumble? - he doesn’t remember what they’re called. For the life of him, Bucky can’t understand the appeal of swiping through woman after woman and judging them based off of a couple of pictures. Cliches be damned, he needs the butterflies in his stomach that he can’t seem to get rid of when he looks into a girl’s eyes for the first time, testing her name out on his lips, the involuntary grin on his face after making her blush, the excitement of trying to earn her phone number so he can ask her out. He wants a Hallmark-esque story to tell about how he met his future wife. 

At that, Bucky’s thoughts reflexively drift back to you and he turns to eye the door again. Seeing no sign of you, he lets out a sigh and heads back toward his friends. He sees the woman all but clinging onto Sam, who doesn’t mind one bit - if the grin on his face is anything to go by. Bucky hands Steve his beer and sits, passing the time discussing football with Steve. 

Another twenty or so minutes go by before Bucky gets sick of watching Sam not-so-discreetly exchange dirty talk with the woman. Bucky finishes his beer and stands up to leave once Steve heads to the bathroom. Sam doesn’t see Bucky walk away - his tongue is too deep into the woman’s mouth for him to notice anything else. 

Bucky heads toward the hotel, beginning to get worried about you. He gets into the elevator and presses the 5. Bucky doesn’t even notice the way he nervously taps his foot as the elevator climbs to your floor. He makes his way to your room and raises his hand, rapping his knuckles against the thick wood.

No answer.

He waits a few seconds before knocking again, harder.

Bucky feels his heart rate pick up ever so slightly when he calls your name and still doesn’t hear a response. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to call you and stops suddenly, cursing himself under his breath.

He’d never even gotten your phone number. 

Fuck.

He slips his phone back into his pocket and his fingers brush aroom key. Your room key.

You had given him your room key earlier. 

“Are you in there, doll? If you want me to go away then just say so. Promise I won’t be upset, sweetheart, just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

He knocks one last time and pulls the key card out to unlock the door. 

“I’m coming in, doll.”

He cautiously steps into your room, calling out your name again. He does a quick scan of the bedroom and the bathroom before concluding that you’re not there. 

As he heads back down to the lobby, he realizes he’s more frantic than he has any right to be. You’re not his to worry about. You’re not his to take care of. You’re not his. But he can figure that out later. Right now, he needs to make sure you’re okay. 

He walks through the lobby and the gift shop racking his brain for anything he could have done to upset you. You seemed understanding when he left you in your room. Maybe you felt rejected when he declined your offer to shower with you? If only you’d known how hard it was for him to say no to you, how his self-control almost hadn’t been strong enough. 

He rounds the corner to the hotel bar and instantly feels a weight lift off of his shoulders when he sees you sitting at the bar, wearing the Hawiian shirt that mirrors his own. Bucky makes his way across the room in quick strides.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?” He places his hand on your shoulder and you turn to look at him. 

Any relief Bucky had felt just moments ago is gone as soon as he notices your tear-streaked face and watery eyes. He instantly reaches a gentle hand out to cup your face, which you promptly smack away.

Bucky raises his hands in the air, wanting to show that he isn’t a threat. A distressed and confused expression makes its way across Bucky’s face as his mind begins to race. He immediatley searches his memory again for what he could have done to upset you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, ready to come up with a solution; ready to console you; ready to do everything in his power to take your pain away. This is the first time Bucky’s seen you this upset, and in this moment he decides he’ll do his damndest to make sure he never sees you this upset again. 

“Fuck off, Barnes,” you scoff, turning back towards the bar and downing the last of your drink.

Bucky stands with a dumbfounded look on his face, hands frozen in the air. Determined to make sure you’re okay, Bucky takes a seat next to you while you order another drink. 

“Doll, what happened?” 

Bucky feels as if his heart is about to pound out of his chest. It’s physically hurting him to see you like this, and it hurts him even more knowing that, based off your hostility towards him, it might be his fault. 

“Did I do something, sweetheart?”

You turn to Bucky, eyes lit with what Bucky can only describe as rage. 

“I don’t know, maybe you should ask that girl you were buying a drink for at the bar,” you scoff, an incredulous smirk on your face as the bartender places a fresh drink in front of you.

Bucky feels his whole body go tense at your words. His eyes close as he sucks in a strained breath, realizing how it must have looked if you had seen the interaction from afar. 

“Please, let me explain. It wasn’t what it looked like, I promise.” 

“Yeah right, James. Was that not you buying a drink for a fucking supermodel out there? Maybe it was your doppelganger out there that was laughing with her? I’m sure you weren’t trying to get in her pants. I’m sure it couldn’t have been the fact that there’s a hundred better-looking, more interesting women at this resort right now. I’m sure it wasn’t that you got what you wanted from me an-”

“Enough,” Bucky’s stern tone cuts you off. 

He looks around and sees the attention your little spat has drawn. He softly says your name, ocean blue eyes boring into your own, pleading. 

“Please, doll, let’s talk. Can we get out of here?”

He watches you contemplate for a moment before responding. Bucky’s eyes may have softened your resolution because you give in.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out, but that’s all I’m promising.”

“Of course,” Bucky nods enthusiastically as he stands from his chair, “if you still want nothing to do with me after I explain myself then I won’t bother you anymore. Swear.”

Bucky watches as you attempt to hop down from your barstool in your drunken state. You barely land on your feet, stumbling forward. Bucky reaches out instinctively, wrapping his hands around your forearms before you land face first on the hard floor. 

“Careful, honey.”

You remove your arms from his grasp and head towards the lobby, Bucky following behind you. Bucky stops you with a light hand on your shoulder in front of the gift shop.

“Hey can you wait right here for a second?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, James?”

Bucky tries to ignore the twinge of pain he feels as you call him by his first name again. 

“Please, just trust me. I’ll be back in one minute, just sit right here.”

He directs you to a couch before going into the hotel’s little store. Bucky tries to calm himself down as he walkes toward the little fridge and grabs a bottle of water. He struggles to wrap his head around that fact that the two of you went from playing football and scuba diving earlier today to him having to beg to talk to you. 

He tries his best to be polite when the cashier asks him about his night, meanwhile he can’t shake the image of your devastated eyes at the bar. He couldn’t let you go on thinking he’d do that to you. Couldn’t let you go on thinking that he would use you and throw you aside like that. 

After he pays, he grabs the water bottle and thanks his lucky stars when you’re still sitting where he left you.

“Drink this please, doll.” He extends the water bottle.

He’s expecting you to put up a fight, but to his surprise, you snatch the bottle from him and down half of it in one go.

“Good girl.”

Bucky doesn’t notice the effect his words have on you, even in your outraged state. 

“Let’s go outside.”

Bucky’s hand hovers over your lower back as you walk, ready to reach out and steady you in case you stumble. Bucky guides you to the beach, almost empty at this hour. When you’re far enough away from the few people scattered around, Bucky plops down onto the sand and reaches a hand up to help you down next to him. 

After you sit, Bucky keeps a lose grip on your hand. When you don’t make any attempts to pull it away, he tightens his grip and pulls your joint hands to rest on his thigh.

Bucky takes a deep breath before beginning. 

“After I left you in your room, I went down to meet Sam and Steve at the bar. At one point, I got up to get everyone another round of drinks. That’s when that woman approached me. I was afraid she was going to hit on me at first, and if she had, believe me, I would have turned her down.”

“She wasn’t hitting on you?”

“No, sweetheart, she told me she thought Sam was cute. She wanted to buy him a drink and didn’t know what to get him, so I just gave her the beer I had bought for Sam and let her give it to him. She took the beer over and was sitting with Sam when I got back. For the most part, her and Sam were talking and kissing while me and Steve tried our best to ignore them. Eventually, Steve got up to go to the bathroom and I came to look for you because I had no desire to be around them any longer and I was worried about you.”

“Oh. So you and her weren’t flirting? You didn’t buy the drink for her?”

“‘course not doll.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, Buck.”

Bucky feels the tension seep out of his bones when you call him ‘Buck’ instead of ‘James’. 

“Don’t be, doll. I’m sorry for how that looked. And even more, I’m sorry that you thought I’d ever do that to you. I would never use you like that then just move on to another girl like it never happened. Besides, I haven’t even begun to get I want from you, honey.” 

“Huh?”

“Earlier you said I’d  just taken what I wanted from you. That’s not true.”

Bucky won’t have everything he wants from you until you know that being able to spend these last few days with you has made him feel like the luckiest man alive. Until he’s convinced you that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever met. Until he’s able to help you overcome all those unwarranted insecurities stupid fucking Brock put in your head. Until you’re his. 

Bucky’s afraid to say all of this out loud, both because he doesn’t want to scare you off and because he’s not ready to admit to himself how quickly and deeply he fell for you. So instead, he brings your hand up to his mouth and presses a kiss to it. 

Almost as if you understand, you don’t press the topic, just let out a little sigh at the feeling of Bucky’s soft lips on your skin. 

“I really am sorry though, Buck. I overreacted. I guess I just thought you got bored of me and decided to leave, like Brock. Besides, it’s not like we’re exclusive. I mean we hardly know each other, it’s not my place to tell you what you can or can’t do with other women.”

“Doll, I wouldn’t waste time with other women when we’ve only got a few more days here. I’d spend every second of my time left here with you if I could,” Bucky rubs his thumb along your hand, hoping that you believe him. “Listen closely. I understand why you got upset. It looked bad. Also, Brock is quite possibly the dumbest man on the planet for having someone as fucking perfect as you and ‘getting bored’. I don’t know how you put up with that undeserving piece of shit for so long. You deserve to be fucking worshipped, don’t ever settle for anything less.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” he doesn’t miss the way your eyes start to water again at his words.

“Promise me, doll.”

“Promise what?”

“Promise me that you’ll never settle for anything less.”

Though the thought of you being with anyone else at all pains Bucky - he knows it shouldn’t -, he needs to know that no matter who you end up with after you leave Hawaii, you’re being treated right. 

You hesitate for only a moment before responding.

“I promise, Buck.”

“So,” Bucky braces himself, “are we okay? If you want nothing to do with me, like I said before, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Yeah, Bucky” your lips curl into a gentle smile, “we’re okay.”

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief when you scoot yourself closer to him and lean against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you tight, pressing a kiss to your head. 

“Good. Now drink the rest of your water, sweetheart.”

Bucky uncaps the bottle and hands it to you. You sip on the water and Bucky feels at peace for the first time in hours, with you in his arms and the waves crashing onto the sand in front of him. He could stay here forever, he thinks. It’d give him plenty of time to ask you all those questions. Before he can get the chance, though, he feels you shiver. 

“Shit, honey, are you cold?”

Bucky had been too preoccupied thinking to notice the breeze blowing against the two of you. 

“Let’s go back,” he doesn’t wait for an answer from you before standing and helping you to your feet. 

As soon as you stand, you interlace Bucky’s fingers with your own and the two of you make your way back to the hotel. You seem to be walking a lot more steady now, the bottle of water and time spent on the beach having sobered you up.

Bucky fills the walk back with apologies for hurting you and you reply with your own apologies for jumping to conclusions. By the time the two of you reach your floor, you agree to leave the events of the night behind you and move on.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Bucky questions, getting ready to say goodnight and turn toward his room.

Your response surprises Bucky.

“Do you want to come back to my room?” you smirk at Bucky and begin to run your hand up his forearm.

“Are you sure, doll? We don’t need to do anything.”

After everything that’s happened today, the last thing Bucky wants to do is make you feel like you’re being used. He needs you to know he’s spending time with you for the right reasons. 

“I want to if you do, Buck.”

“Okay, but only if you’re certain.”

Bucky wouldn’t even be considering it if he didn’t think all the alcohol had worn off, but he hasn’t seen any signs of intoxication since the walk to the beach.

“You made me a promise in the dressing room.”

Bucky’s eyes darken as he recalls you getting on your knees for him in the hotel gift shop earlier. 

“I did, didn’t I?” 

Bucky leads the two of you to your room and unlocks it with the key card he still has. 

“Can’t leave me hanging, Bucky.”

He’s sure you’re more than ready for some attention after he had edged you.

“You’re right about that baby.” he opens the door and walks in behind you.

Bucky can tell by the way you stand awkwardly in front of the bed, you’re waiting for him to give you an order. The realization makes his dick jump in his boxers. He typically prefered to be dominant in bed, and he’s grateful for the way you seem so eager to submit and let him take the reigns. 

“Listen, doll, tonight is all about you. You were so good for me today. You did perfect and you earned your reward.”

Even if he didn’t actually do anything wrong, Bucky can’t help but feel responsible for the tears you shed today. He wants to rid the image of your watery eyes staring at him with hate from his mind and replace it with one of your face scrunched up in pleasure as you scream him name. 

He needs to make it up to you. 

Bucky pulls his shirt over his head as he stalks toward you, throwing it on the floor. 

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

Bucky does nothing to hide the ravenous look in his eyes as he watches you undress, he just palms his rapidly growing erection. He lets out a low curse when you expose your breasts to him. You remove your shorts, then look up to Bucky with a questioning look as you thumb the waistband of your panties.

“All of it, doll.”

You pull the fabric down your legs and lay back on the bed, waiting for Bucky’s next move. 

Bucky allows himself to revel in this moment only for a second - you spread naked on the bed, waiting for him with desperate,  pleading eyes - before he reminds himself that he’s supposed to be making it up to you right now.

Bucky stands by the edge of the bed and grabs your ankles. He drags your body down the bed with ease until your hips are on the end of the bed, legs hanging over the side. Bucky kneels down onto the floor, face level with your center.

Bucky is only slightly shocked at how wet your core is. He can’t help the groan that escapes him as he watches your slick pool out. 

“Fuck, doll. You’re killing me here.”

You buck your hips up into the air seeking any sort of relief and Bucky throws your legs around his shoulders. He doesn’t even give you a chance to beg, he dives right in. He laps up the wetness that has escaped from your pussy before suckling your clit into his mouth and tonguing it. 

You let out a shriek and it only spurs Bucky on. 

He alternates between fucking his tongue into you and suctioning your clit between his full, pink lips. 

“Fu- Bucky! I’m cl- oh god- I’m close!” Bucky thinks that he could spend the rest of his life down here, on his knees for you, if you continue making sounds like that. 

He grips your thighs around his head, fingers almost bruising. He rapidly flicks his tongue over your clit and you come with a moan that Bucky thinks may be the second-best thing he’s ever heard - number one being your laugh, of course. 

Bucky returns to your hole to drink up all of your release. He listens to your gasps as you ride out your high, hips bucking into his face. 

“Okay, Buck, it’s- fuck- it’s too much, baby,” you try to pry your legs open around his head but his grip is unrelenting.

Bucky lifts his mouth off of you just long enough to say, “Not yet, honey. I want one more,” before he reattatches his mouth to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He meant it when he said he could stay down here forever. He pays no mind to his stiff knees - sore from the hard floor, or the wet spot formed on his boxers from his leaking dick. He wants you to forget about all the pain you felt today, wants to eat you out until all you know is pleasure, until the only word your mouth is able to form is his name. 

“Holy fu-ahh,” you grab the comforter beneath you for dear life.

“You can do it, doll. Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?”

Bucky brings a hand up inbetween your legs and slips two fingers into your soaked pussy with no resistence. 

“So fucking soaked baby. This little pussy really was desperate for me, huh?”

He curls his fingers until he feels that spongy spot inside you and continues brushing up against it when he hears your moans. 

“Yes, Bucky! Right there, please!”

“No need, to beg tonight doll. I know exactly what you want and I’m gonna give it to you.”

Bucky sucks your mouth into his clit and ever so gently scrapes it with his teeth, eliciting a borderline pornographic moan of his name from you. He continues curling his fingers and focusing his mouth on your clit.

You don’t give him a verbal warning, but Bucky knows you’re about to come undone again by your breathing and the way you’re squeezing his fingers so tight he’s afraid you’ll push them out. He eats you through it, fucking you on his digits as you moan and gasp for breath. 

He pulls his hand from your core and fucks you with his tongue until you start to whine from overstimulation and only then does he pull away, rising to his feet. 

“Did so fucking perfect for me, baby,” he praises, “I’ll be right back, promise.”

He bends down and places a kiss on your damp forehead, and heads for the bathroom. Bucky is reminded of his hard-on when his zipper presses against it rather uncomfortably. He shucks off his pants and shoes on the way to the bathroom. 

He grabs a washcloth and dampens it in the sink with warm water, and returns to you in his boxers. He gets back down onto his knees and spreads your legs. He drags the warm cloth through your folds, cleaning up the mixture of his spit and your arousal. Once he’s done the best he can, careful to avoid your oversensitive clit, he presses a kiss to the top of your mound. 

He stands and throws the washcloth into the pile with the rest of the dirty clothes. 

“Tired, doll?” Bucky fights back a laugh at the way your eyelids droop, struggling to stay open. 

“No, Buck, lemme take care of you,” he sees your eyes drop to his boxers.

“Not a chance, honey. Told you tonight was all about you. Time for bed,” he smiles fondly at your attempt to take care of him.

You put up a brief fight, but Bucky manages to get you under the covers and climbs in next to you. You immediately curl into his chest when he’s beside you and Bucky’s thankful you can’t see the grin on his face. 

He brings a hand to your hair and smoothes it down. 

“Goodnight, angel.”

The only response Bucky gets from you is the light sound of your breaths, hot against his chest. 

Once he’s positive you’re asleep, he allows himself to admit out loud, “I think I’m falling for you, doll.”

To be continued...

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[anemoi-i]

The Palm of a Scarred Hand.

Diluven | 2.8k | Rated T | No reposts.

Barbatos is missing after the theft of his Gnosis and Diluc as well as Jean are determined to make sure he is safe. Told in several parts.

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The sound of a plate breaking awakes Diluc from his slumber.

In his room, a Wind Being lifts an apple with it’s little wings and feet and tries to steal it. It’s comical. The apple is bigger than the sprite, so it struggles to remain flying. Diluc gets out of his bed and walks over to the table as to announce his arrival and the sprite, now startled, drops the apple next to the broken pieces of the plate and attempts to flee. He’d think he’s dreaming, but he knows Wind Beings are very much real and exist around the whole of Mondstadt—why this one is here in his bedroom of all places perplexes him.

Diluc notices that the creature is weakened and injured. In an attempt to flee, it ends up falling next to the apple. It must have been trying to take the fruit to a safe, hidden place to eat it to gather strength. There was only one thing to do. He helps the sprite sit upright against a glass and takes a small knife next to the other fruits and cuts the apple into much more manageable pieces for the Wind Being.

He hands a piece to the sprite.

“Here.”

The sprite responded by looking at him curiously, shocked by the kind gesture.

“Go on. You’re hungry, yes?”

Having gained its trust, Diluc watches as the Wind Being eats the apple quickly. He would continue to feed it until the apple was finished. It worked wonders, for vitality returned to it, bringing a smile to Diluc’s face. He got along better with creatures of all kinds, elemental ones included.

The Wind Being nudges his cheek happily.

Perhaps he is not as cold and unapproachable as everyone thinks.

From then on, the Wind Being follows him. On his nightly patrol as the Darknight Hero, the Being manifests Anemo and swirls his Pyro to deliver devastating blows to members of the Abyss Order and Fatui alike. When he is injured, the Being can heal him. He doesn’t know why a simple gesture like feeding it can cause such a profound friendship, but he isn’t complaining and it isn’t the weirdest thing that has happened to him.

When he is at Angel’s Share, the patrons notice his new friend and whisper about it. The Wind Being is an Elemental often very elusive, only choosing to manifest before a select few. Why Diluc, a person who many have often wrongfully said was cold and unapproachable did this Wind Being find comfort with confuses him, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

In turn, Diluc became protective of it. He did not allow just anyone to attempt the touch the Wind Being. He even made a small bed for it for comfort and left cut up apples next to it in the morning. It seemed to like apples above any other fruit and there would be no shortage of that in any coming day.

Lately, Diluc noticed that his life became a bit easier. He was offered things he could only call blessings. His work became less. He felt comfort every time the Wind Being would nudge him awake the next morning and follow him wherever he would go.

He felt protected. How nice it is to feel such a thing he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Diluc leaned against the side of Jean’s desk and crossed his arms.

“You have concerns, or else you wouldn’t have begged me to come.”

“I—Yes. And thank you for coming, by the way,” Jean responded. “I know how much you’d rather not be here.”

Jean looked tired and worse for wear. Shaken and stirred. Diluc could see the bags under her eyes but worst of all, he could see the sadness in her eyes. It did not fit a woman of her status. Jean was the kind of woman who smiled even through pain. Her selflessness could be her enemy, but it did not make her weak. It was one of the reasons why Diluc still respected her to this day despite his eternal malice towards the Ordo Favonius.

He also shares in her sadness. Neither of them wanted to admit or speak about it, but it was necessary to formulate a plan.

“…You truly have not seen Lord Barbatos, Diluc?”

Sighing, Diluc rubbed his temples. The headache was oncoming.

“The last to see him was the Honorary Knight and myself, but the Honorary Knight left for Liyue shortly after their conversation and would not know anything,” He began to explain. “He came to Angel’s Share that very same day for his usual and after that, he has not been seen since. I can’t even use my Network to even locate him because he is our Archon. My members will get suspicious and I will not dishonor his wish to remain anonymous.”

Anger begins to show on his face.

“If it wasn’t for those fucking Fatui, he would still be present in Mondstadt! How could I have let this happen despite having eyes and ears all over the damned city!”

“It is not your fault,” Jean scolded him. “Those Fatui are evil. I should have thrown them all out. But even if I did, would it still have been enough to prevent the theft of his Gnosis…?”

“Anything that thwarts the Fatui is valiant in itself. Still, you should not take the blame either. You are the face of the Ordo Favonius and the reason why I tolerate it at best. You do good work. If you attempted hostility like I do, there would surely be consequences to you.”

Jean briefly smiled. It felt good to hear such kind words coming from Diluc. Her eyes catch the Wind Being that has been sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

“So, what’s the story behind the Wind Being?”

“I found it in a weakened state trying to take an apple, so I fed it. It is… a friend.”

“You know,” Jean’s eyes lit up, as if remembering something important. “It’s said Wind Beings are manifestations of Barbatos’ will. They give blessings to all and protect those who need it.”

“Is that so?” He looked at the sleeping creature. “That is useful.”

“I’m sure it is. Do not worry, we will find Lord Barbatos.”

Diluc prepares his leave, but not before turning back to her.

“Get some damn sleep, you’re making me tired just by looking at you.”

She laughed and saw him off.

Their mutual understanding was simple: they would bring Barbatos home safely.

Diluc pokes the Wind Being softly as it waddles about on the table. It makes a sound as if laughing and he can’t help but to chuckle himself—but the amusement fades as quickly as it came. He cannot stop thinking about the current situation. Sighing, he finally says what is on his mind.

“If you’re a manifestation of Barbatos’ will, does that mean he is alright? And that he is not angry? I hope he is not injured somewhere, unable to call for help.”

The Wind Being tilts it’s head and begins to fly, nudging Diluc’s cheek to comfort him.

“It’s alright. I’m not upset. Just worried. It is different without him. The patrons miss his songs. I… I miss his songs. I did not realize his personality rubbed off on me until he was gone.”

He was talking to an Elemental Being of all things. How far gone was he?

“Knowing that our Archon was living amongst us and protecting the land all of this time, only to be attacked where he should have felt safe… It is just pathetic of us to have let that happened.”

The Wind Being showed sadness. It’s sounds were melancholy. Of course it would be able to understand.

Diluc extends his hands and it lands in his palms.

“I’m alright. Don’t worry. It’s time to rest now.”

This gentle creature found safety with Diluc and immediately fell asleep in the palms of his hands. From years of fighting, they were scarred, but the Wind Being didn’t care. His hands were soft and Diluc a trustworthy person.

All he could do is gently move to his bedroom and place the creature on it’s bed and try to get some sleep himself.

It’s the midnight hours when the Wind Being awakes Diluc. This happened normally, but this time, the Being flies frantically in front of him anxiously until it’s certain he is awake. Eyes groggy, he gets up from the bed.

“What is the matter?”

The Wind Being flies towards a map of Mondstadt hanging up on his wall and manifests a harmless ball of Anemo and directs it towards a specific part of the nation. When Diluc gets up to inspect, there’s a marking next to Windrise.

“…You wish to go to Windrise? So late?”

The Wind Being cooed happily.

But why?

Dressing quickly, he leaves Dawn Winery and makes his way to Windrise. He didn’t worry about it being late for he’s been out later defending Mondstadt as the Darknight Hero. While he can understand why such an important location would be a necessary destination for an Elemental Being, it makes little sense why the creature wakes him up so suddenly to go. Thinking about it too hard will only form more questions.

Vennessa’s great tree is within a moment’s reach and the coming of dawn along with it. Diluc quickens his pace aside the Wind Being until he is face to face with the Statue of Barbatos. He feels an ache upon seeing it.

The Wind Being nudges his cheek once more as if knowing before approaching the statue.

It begins to glow teal, with thick strands of Anemo coming from the depiction of Barbatos and the orb he held. The ribbons of Anemo surrounded and engulfed the creature in the light. In awe, Diluc’s eyes widened. He knew there was nothing he could do, yet this display of power only lasted a few seconds before everything became still.

The Wind Being was gone, but there was someone else there, ascending slowly to the ground.

Barbatos turned around once his feet touched the grass and looked at Diluc anxiously.

“D…Diluc.”

Diluc didn’t care about the details. He pulled Barbatos into a protective, tight hold.

“You’re alright. You’re alright.”

“I was scared. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize or worry about. You had every right to be scared. Above all else, we should have protected you.”

Barbatos shook his head. “It feels awful to need protection as a God.”

“Whether God or human, you are not exempt from protection.”

“But…”

Diluc held him even tighter, hands gripping his shirt. He didn’t want to let Barbatos go, and Barbatos felt quite content to stay within the warmth of his hug.

“There are no buts,” Diluc whispered. “Let us protect you, the same way you’ve done for us and the whole of Mondstadt.”

“Thank you. I knew that I could trust you.”

Reluctantly, Diluc lets him free from the hug. He doesn’t quite understand the reasons, but he didn’t have to. Barbatos was safe and unharmed.

“I owe you and Jean an explanation. Please take me to the Ordo Favonius.”

♡

Usually, Jean is professional. Poised—but that all gets thrown out of the window once Barbatos walks into her office. She rises from her chair and gives Barbatost the same treatment Diluc did. She hugs him tightly.

“Barbatos—ah, Venti—I’m—We’re so glad you’re alright! Goodness, Diluc is a miracle worker to have found you!”

“More like, he found me,” Diluc interjected.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Barbatos nodded. “I am here to explain.”

This was going to be a long while, so Jean and Diluc got comfortable with extra chairs while Barbatos sat on the desk.

“You know that my Gnosis was stolen by the Eighth Harbinger and that I talked to the Traveler before they left for Liyue. By the way, no fault belongs to anyone except myself, so I won’t have any of you thinking that. Anyway, after that happened, I stayed at Windrise a long time. No matter how much I tried to compose myself, I felt fear… So I reverted myself back to that of a Wind Being.

“Wind Beings are Threads of a Thousand Winds and it is my original form before I ascended to be the Anemo Archon after the fall of Decarabian. That’s common knowledge, I think? At any time, I can do this. It’s why I’m able to keep anonymity and give blessings to let Mondstadt know that I’m still around, but I don’t wish to rule over Mondstadters.

“However, I may have exhausted too much. It’s been a while since I reverted back to a Thread of a Thousand Winds. I forgot certain things—I wasn’t at my best mental or physical strength, so I couldn’t return to being “Venti” as quickly as I wanted. That’s when I made my way to Dawn Winery. I only needed an apple or two for my little form to gain some strength to go back to Windrise and shift back. Diluc found me after I dropped the apple and cared for me.

“As a Thread of a Thousand Winds, I cannot speak human languages easily, but I’m still very sentient and can understand what everyone is saying. Knowing how much I was cared for by the both of you makes this old Archon very happy. To be honest… Perhaps I could have shifted back at any time, but I was scared. Still, I know now there is nothing to be scared of because I have such wonderful warriors at my side and willing to protect me, even if I have some reservations about that.”

Barbatos took a deep breath after he explained everything. He didn’t speak, allowing Jean and Diluc to absorb the information given to them. It was after a moment Jean spoke.

“Does the loss of your Gnosis weaken you? Do you need me to do anything for you to ensure your safety?”

“���I can’t explain the complete nature of the Gnosis. No Archon can. Even when the Traveler asked, I was only able to tell them what we’re allowed to share. Please understand. If you’re concerned whether or not I can still protect Mondstadt, then rest assured. I am still the Anemo Archon with or without it. I will be fine.”

“I understand.”

Contempt showed on Diluc’s face.

“I just cannot shake the anger knowing the Fatui did such a cruel deed.”

“Don’t worry yourself,” Barbatos smiled. “They are tricky, those Fatui, but they are like children being instructed to perform nefarious tasks by the parent. I will not give rise to their schemes and neither should you. It is the best decision.”

It was what Barbatos wanted and Diluc would honor that.

Barbatos jumps down from the desk and stretches his arms.

“Alright! That’s enough gloom-and-doom. Conversations like this get me all dreary. I’ll need at least three bottles of Dandelion Wine to make up for it!”

At least he is his normal self.

Diluc can accept that.

“Jean, please get some rest,” Barbatos instructed her. “I barely see any other members of the Ordo Favonius here. Even Lisa has went home. You deserve it.”

Knowing Barbatos was safe did put her at ease. She could get some much needed rest. Diluc and Barbatos would wait for her as she got her necessities and left with them. After she was dropped off home, it was just the two of them walking towards Angel’s Share. Diluc had one too many days off and felt bad for Charles, so he offered him the week off while he took care of everything.

Barbatos took Diluc’s hand and held it as they walked slowly.

“You… You like my songs.”

“So, you remember that.”

“Of course,” Barbatos flushed. “I like seeing this side of you. You’re sweet underneath. I have always known, but it is nice to see.”

“Ah…” Diluc shifted his eyes awkwardly. “Well…”

Cute.

Barbatos squeezed his hand.

“You know that I am right. But… I’m serious. You and Jean made me realize that I’m not forgotten.”

“I don’t want you to be forgotten. You’ve done so much.”

Angel’s Share was within their vision.

“I like you very much, Diluc. I should like to stay at your side. Is… Is that okay?”

How direct he is.

“It would be an honor.”

For good measure, Diluc raised his hand to his lips and kissed it. Barbatos giggled.

Diluc didn’t want to let his hand go but would rather not have the patrons of the tavern gossip about it. That, and he knew Barbatos desired to sing.

It would be just as normal. He being behind the bar, dealing with everyone’s antics and Barbatos singing and playing his lyre, just as it should be. These feelings that surfaced were ones that he’d have to come to understand.

They only grew to be more pleasant once Barbatos’ soft voice filled his ears.

[philosophicalparadox]

Some of my favorite quotes/phrases I’ve heard or invented (maybe for some of them) that I use all the time:

If you want to get out of the hole, you have to put down the shovel (reiteration of “stop digging your own grave”)

You can’t dance with the devil and wonder why you’re still in hell (my own way of saying “this person is bad for you, but you’re too blinded by -insert feeling- to see it”)

We’ll/I’ll burn that bridge after we/I cross it (we/I haven’t gotten to it yet, but I know once we/I do it won’t be worth dwelling on after it’s over)

I haven’t built that bridge yet so there’s no point in trying to cross it (in other words, I need space to deal with this issue and I’m not ready for it yet)

My cart sits in front of my horse because the only way I can see X thing clearly is by looking backwards (mostly I’ve said this in response to trying to explain trauma-related stuff)

If courage will kill you, then caution might not (when in a situation you’d like to fight, but can’t or it wouldn’t be wise; I said this to my brother often)

Fear is not a rational animal. The more you try to cage it, the more ferocious it becomes.

You can not reason yourself out of something you didn’t reason yourself into (actually said by my former therapist but I use this all the time)

You can not control how you feel, but you can control how you react to those feelings. (The one good thing my mother ever told me).

Don’t confuse my open hand for a clenched fist (one of two things depending on context: either don’t bite the hand that helps you or don’t confuse or conflate intent with effect; someone hurting or scaring you on accident isn’t the same as them hurting you on purpose)

The distance between hate and love can be as small as a single second (pretty sure that’s a Mercedes Lackey quote but I don’t know which book)

If you catch a viper by its tail you can’t blame it for biting you (in other words, you’re responsible for your own misfortune if you decide to push people too far, no matter your intentions. A viper you save from being hit by a car doesn’t know you’re trying to help it. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try, but don’t then turn around and blame the thing for defending itself)

Fear the reaper and he will haunt you all your life (dunno where I heard that one but I like it)

Revenge is a two headed snake; whilst you poison your enemies you also poison yourself (odd little Japanese Buddhist proverb from the days of Samurai, to deter revenge killing. Dunno why I like it, maybe it’s the visual)

As many straight edges as a circle/ straight as a circle (my favorite way of indicating gayness)

Fit as a fine-tuned fiddle (usually said sarcastically)

Eat the golden apple, but spit out the seeds (when faced with an impossible choice or someone’s ultimatum, do the unexpected thing, but don’t let it poison you)

Often the only difference between what will kill you and what will cure you is the dose. (Literally and figuratively)

Codependency is not the same thing as compassion (actually a Naruto quote, said by Tenzou/Yamato)

The measure of a person’s cruelty can be found in their capacity for kindness (in specific reference to the fact that one requires a certain kind of empathy to be sadistic, in particular, or a bully; this is scientifically proven)

Sometimes you have to feed a fire in order to put it out (in reference to harmless impulses that are controlling your life; sometimes you gotta just let em happen)

That’s all I got for now.

Feel free to use or to remind me where I might’ve gotten one from in case I’ve forgotten.

Sometimes I just need a place to put my thoughts

[survey--s]

457.

What are your plans for the day ahead? It's nearly 8pm already so just watching TV and messing about on here until it's time for bed. What was the last thing you cleaned? I washed the dishes a couple of hours ago.

When do you go to your soonest appointment? I have to go and feed Benny tomorrow morning, so in about 13 hours or so. It's not at a set time, it's just whenever I get up.

What did you last order online? Cat food.

Can you see any bottles from where you’re sitting? Nope.

What time do you usually try to wind down in the evening? It depends on what time I finish work, but I guess normally 4-5pm.

What’s something you have been putting off? Hmm, nothing in particular.

What restaurants do you frequently eat at? Local places - normally pubs as they're dog friendly and more affordable than fancier places.

Do you like banana pudding with a lot of bananas or more vanilla wafers? We don't have banana pudding here.

How many books would you guess you’ve read in the last 5 years? Uh, maybe about ten. I don't really read much at all these days.

What was the last message you sent? It was just to Tracey to say I'd left the window open for Benny when I went round. Benny is a cat by the way, lol.

Have you ate anything green today? What’s your favorite way to add greens to your diet? Yeah, peas and pesto with my pasta. I'm not a huge fan of green stuff but like cucumber and peas, mostly.

When did you last light a candle or incense? I have one burning right now.

Is it currently warm where you are? It's about 8-9 degrees which is unseasonably warm for February.

Have you ever fallen out of bed? As a little kid, sure.

What do you like on your hot dogs or burgers? I'm not really a fan of hotdogs, but on burgers I like bacon, mushrooms and blue cheese.

Are you currently listening to anything? I'm watching random stuff on TikTok.

What did you last put in storage? Spare boxes of cat food.

What’s your favorite thing to do outside? Walk the dogs, ride.

Are there any celebrities that you are a big fan of? Nah, not really. I don't really care much about celebrities.

Do you ever watch award shows? No.

Do you usually run out of shampoo or conditioner first? Conditioner. Do you have any LED lights in your home? Yeah, all our lights are LED.

What is your biggest challenge? I don't really have any major challenges in my life, thankfully.

What was the last sweet thing you’ve eaten? An apple.

Do you prefer buying new clothes or thrift shopping for clothes? New clothes.

What is something you need right now? Sleep, for sure. I got my period this morning and it always wipes me out lol.

What’s something you like that is blue? The sky in the summer.

Have you treated yourself today? Sure, I had a lie-in and breakfast in bed, lol.

Have you ever traveled alone? Sure, plenty of times.

What color is your most worn jacket/hoodie? Black or purple.

Who is someone you would like to get to know more? Jade. We met up with the dogs last night and it was actually really nice to get out and socialise a bit.

What toy do you miss the most from your childhood? Polly Pockets! Or this little laptop thing I had that had loads of so-called "educational" games on it. I just googled it and it was a V-Tech one and you can still buy them, hahah.

Have you ever lost something valuable to you? Yes, a few times.

What or who has impacted your life the most? Being born.

Would you say you are toxic in any way? Not nowadays, but I've definitely had toxic traits in the past. But looking bad, I was in a really fucked up relationship and it's hardly surprising that I was insecure and needy.

What’s one of your favorite memories from the past year? Galloping down the beach in the sunshine.

How often do you use a straw? Uh, only when we go out for meals really, but even then they're not really the norm these days.

What’s your current favorite song? Sarah by the Derina Harvey Band.

What are some books you’d recommend to someone? Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, Alice in Wonderland, Alice by Christina Henry, Harry Potter (all of them).

[thinkingcloud]

12/30/2022

Today..I Dropped off my BF…I use that term loosely well I guess rather loosely after recent events.

Anywho..I looked at the ring and realized it’s one round diamond and gold band. None of the details or what I had mentioned to the after a road trip to visit his sister. Mind your this was 2-3 years ago when. We took this drive. It had been. After a talk about his brother in law upgrading his sisters ring for their..anniversary.

So..if I rewind to 12/2021.. I was in Germany to visit the BF for the holiday season. 2-3 Days before I was suppose to fly back home..he had a surprise for me after a long drive/road trip. I wasn’t expecting anything considering his usual joking antics. However there was a ring..(now cue you get what you ask god for its in his time) so..before I left for said trip..I ask god if he was the person I was suppose to be with to give me a sign.. Yeah..I didn’t know that was it.

Of which I told him I don’t need a flashy ring because I’m not trying to get mobbed or have it stolen and second I want to be able to wear it was often as possible.

I had a few rules before proposals.

1.No Crazy displays

2.Blessings must be had by Both sets of Parents

3.Ring Metals had to be silver,Platinum or White Gold and if we felt fancy Rose Gold. But no gold.

4. A preferred Halo setting and a diamond preferred 1-2 Karats. Not much larger I have a small hand and everything would look crazy

That was it…here is what I got.

I want to be with you forever with Mister Wa(Stuffie Watermelon) that was given to me after our 1st Year anniversary of dating. Who was wearing the ring.

So while processing the wrong color band of this ring the size of the diamond. No getting down on one knee no professing of love and will you marry me.

I said the following… (Insert slightly Selfish Response)

uM..what is this..is this happening? What do you mean is this a Joke? Are you for real?

I said you didn’t get down on one knee, did you even ask for my parents blessing? Do they know? Do your parents know? I am suppose to be in tears you’d don’t even profess anything. I know your not a man of many words but if you can’t say anything to me how do I know how you feel? How do I know you step out of your comfort zone because you care and you want things to work?

I had never been so confused by a proposal that I said I will keep this as a promise ring if you want me to keep it but I am not saying yes until you’ve done the simple things I had ask along time ago. Also.. I need to know that what we have can uphold the symbol of this ring and that we will be one entity and that we will grow with each other and supply each other. I want a lasting marriage because I’ve seen others who have longevity and I want that. I don’t want to make a mistake like others and rush and regret it. I want to know that you are going to be my partner and my other half if I say yes.

That night I went to bed sad,confused and slightly depressed. I would be returning home soon where no one would know what happened. Most expected it but no one would know.

Flash forward to the next year 2 days ago I got a small wrapped box. Thinking nothing of it. since I had received my Christmas gift which as an unexpected Apple Watch. On my mind was hmMm guess he forgot my Christmas Gift. I didn’t expect much I told myself he would propose again when he thought he should.

Recap to events.

Apparently he asked both my parents separately because I was always present. So I guess communication didn’t travel well between the both of them.2nd he received the ring a few days before since he apparently had it run an errand while my parents ate crab legs..mind you he was late so I had to wait to eat.

Come to find out he had ordered the ring and it just arrived. It was suppose to arrive in time for us to go to the Harry Potter Hidden Forest Where he was suppose to propose during this trail. Because he knows how much I love Harry Potter and how excited I was that we were going to be able to go.

Flashing forward we still haven’t told anyone. Mother is. Prying and literally confused about all things proposal/engagement. No one again knows because I have told no one because the ring got mailed off to be sized. I have yet to make an announcement/take photos because my hands are dry and my nails aren’t done.

There is way to much to consider and think about. Engagement photos,announcements, wedding planning,budgets, future plans for homes, this is wild.

I have no ideA…what 2023 is going to do but I have a feeling it’s opening doors I didn’t even know. More on that in another post.

So..that’s where my thoughts are today.

[charturnus]

The sweetest submission

Ship: Maria Hill x Female Reader

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with Cobie Smulders and Maria Hill for the whole week, so I couldn’t stop myself. This was supposed to only be 1k lmfao but things got out of hand. If you liked it, let me know! Come talk to me, I don’t bite (mostly). <3

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; daddy kink; legal age gap; college-aged R & milf Maria; strap-ons (the high-tech kind); deepthroating; blowjobs; vaginal fingering; cum filled strap

Word count: 4k 

Summary: The Avengers are great at many things, following orders isn’t one of those things. Maria is sick and tired of nobody listening to her, luckily, her girl knows exactly how to obey.

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‘’Next time, you’d do well to remember who’s boss.’’ 

Just as I reach the end of the long hallway where Maria’s office is located, her voice rings out throughout the space and Steve and Tony emerge from the open door with grim expressions. 

‘’What’s wrong with you two?’’ I inquire, taking in Steve’s clear embarrassment and Tony’s annoyance. Steve merely shakes his head, his cheeks slightly red. 

‘’The boys thought it was funny to disobey my orders.’’ Maria  says, her voice trailing out from the open door. I move closer, so that both her and the two men are in my line of sight. ‘’They just needed a little correction to put them back in their place.’’

Tony pulls a sour face, turning to me with exasperation. ‘’You know, I suddenly feel quite sorry for you, kid. I don’t know why you willingly put up with that one.’’ He jerks his thumb behind him, towards the open door. 

‘’She actually obeys me, Stark. And she knows that good girls get rewards.’’ 

Tony gags audibly, and Steve looks absolutely mortified. ‘’That’s it, I’ve heard enough for today.’’ He says, holding his hands up at chest level, as if admitting his defeat. 

Poor Steve has had the hardest time of anyone at the compound to accept Maria’s forwardness in sharing our dynamic with the group. Everybody knows that I’m hers, and they’re all careful to not upset me, lest they face her wrath. Most of them are quite good at it, having the good decency to pretend to not notice that I’m cockwarming Maria when she has me sit on her lap throughout a whole meeting. 

Whilst the likes of Carol, Natasha and even Tony, keep their features composed whenever Maria decides to have a little fun around them. Steve appears prone to dropping whatever he’s holding, and scurrying off like a frightened alley cat. 

This is precisely what he chooses to do now, hurrying around the corner towards the lift. Tony merely rolls his eyes and sets off after him at an easy pace, peering over his shoulder to shout at Maria. ‘’Don’t go too hard on the kid, Hill. She’s not your stress ball.’’

Maria scowls at this, but I can’t help but chuckle softly as I close the office door behind me. ‘’Ignore him.’’ I tell her. ‘’He doesn’t understand.’’ She humms in assent, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘’For someone as clever as him you’d think he’d understand how to follow a simple command.’’

‘’Rough day?’’

‘’To say the least. I have over 7 trillion nerves, and yet somehow those two have managed to get on every single one of them.’’ She kicks her chair away from the desk, spinning to the side, and I move forward to embrace her, standing between her open legs. 

Her hair is loose today, and I lace my fingers through it as I lean down to give her a gentle kiss. She tastes of apple cider and I drink her in, relishing the softness of her lips, the feel of her tongue against mine. When we part, I’m glad to see a slight smile on her lips, though her eyes are still tired. 

‘’Daddy’s had a very hard day, honey.’’ She murmurs against my lips. 

Desire tugs suddenly at my lower stomach, my body already knowing what’s to come. At first, I thought she might have called me to her office, so we could grab a bite to eat together. I was sorely mistaken. This has happened countless times before, how could it not, what with the stress of Maria running the compound. She manages it well most days, but there are times when even she needs to blow off some steam. 

Before she gets a chance to ask, I lower myself carefully down onto my knees, settling in between her spread thighs. She’s wearing her uniform, with her gun strapped to her right thigh, and she’s an absolute sight to behold. I look up at her through my lashes, trying my hardest to give her those pretty ‘’use me’’ eyes that she loves so much. It seems to work because she groans low in her throat and grabs hold of a fistful of my hair. 

‘’God, you know exactly what I need, don’t you, pretty girl? Obeying before I even tell you what to do.’’ Her free hand finds its way to my mouth, and she holds up three fingers for me, which I take into my mouth without preamble.

‘’This is why I love you so much, baby. You always listen to Daddy and you give me exactly what I ask for. Those guys out there might be Avengers and SHIELD agents, but when it comes to knowing who’s boss, you could teach them all a lesson.’’

I glow under her praise, appreciatively suckling on her fingers, staring up at her with big eyes, fluttering my lashes in the way she likes. Truth be told, I do just about everything in my life the way Maria likes it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I spend my days making our meals, packing her lunch with handwritten notes every day, I do our laundry and keep our rooms tidy. Most importantly, I offer her some welcome relief from the stress of her work-life. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

In return for it all, I get her all to myself. I am hers, but she is also mine. She loves me deeply and is fiercely protective of me. I get to live at the Avengers compound, despite hardly even knowing how to shoot a gun. She takes me to every fancy dinner and gala she’s invited to, clothing me in stunning dresses that she rips to shreds the second she gets me into bed. 

Most importantly, I get Maria. Not agent Hill, not director Hill, just Maria. I get toothpaste kisses in the early morning, playing video games in bed, oversized shirts with no pants and gentle murmurs of I love you, every day of my life. 

Maria pulls her fingers out of my mouth, and I have to bite back a whine of disappointment. The feeling quickly fades however, when she tips my chin up to look at her, her fingers wet with my saliva. ‘’Are you going to be a good girl and let daddy have her way with you?’’

I nod excitedly, my overeager hands scrabbling at her belt buckle, eager to get her out of her trousers. My mouth waters at the thought of her thighs framing my face as I suckle obediently on her clit. 

‘’Ah, ah, ah.’’ Maria chides. ‘’That will come later, I have something special for you today.’’ 

Her fingers deftly undo her zip, reaching in to pull out a surprisingly short but girthy strap. I don’t recall ever having seen this one before, and I’m confused as to why Maria hasn’t consulted me on buying it. Usually she always allows me to help her pick, reasoning that since I’ll be the one taking it, I should have some say in what it looks like. 

‘’Do you like my new cock, honey?’’ She asks, her voice sweet as honey. ‘’I had Stark make this especially for us. Turns out he can be useful when he wants to.’’ My ears perk up at this. If Tony had a hand in developing this, it won’t be just an ordinary toy. 

‘’What can it do?’’

Maria grins. ‘’Clever girl. This one is very special.’’ She takes my hand in her own and places it over the silicone. ‘’It’s attached to me, one piece inside, the other suctioned over my clit. I won’t claim to know exactly how it works, but there are sensors in every inch of this thing. When it’s touched, the bits connected to me will active.’’

My mouth has fallen open slightly as I take this in. I consider the unassuming strap, taking in the feel of the silicone against my hand. ‘’Have you tested it yet?’’

‘’Just enough to know that it works.’’ 

That’s more than enough for me. I shift, propping up one foot, so I can stand. I mean to take a seat in Maria’s lap, assuming she wants to fuck me with it, but she places a firm hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down to my knees. 

‘’Nuh-uh, honey. I want you on your knees for this.’’ I allow myself to be guided back to my knees and watch as Maria shifts closer to me, one hand on her cock, the other holding back my hair. Given the choice, I would much rather eat her out. There’s just something about her taste in my mouth and the unabashedly loud moans she lets out when I suck her clit, that drives me absolutely mad for her. 

She only ever makes me suck her off when she’s had a particularly trying day, when she needs to feel in control. It’s not so bad though, she’s gentle with me, and I’d do anything to make her happy, so I don’t complain. 

So, when she implores me to ‘’open wide.’’ I do so without hesitation. I expect her to slide the strap into my mouth, but instead she maintains a hard grip on my jaw as I open my mouth for her. Maria leans forward, almost as though she's going to kiss me, and spits in my mouth. Before I have time to swallow it, she pushes my head down to her cock, and I know what she wants from me. 

"Be careful." She murmurs, carefully gathering up my hair to keep it away from my face. "Keep your teeth out the way, baby." 

With my mouth full of cock, I can't reply, but her statement does worry me somewhat. I wouldn't say I'm particularly good at this. Usually I make an effort to look as pretty as possible and to put on a show, I'm less concerned with it feeling good. 

I make good use of the extra saliva in my mouth, making sure to get it as wet as possible. Above me, Maria leans back, spreading her legs a little further. 

Carefully I take it a little deeper into my mouth, opening wide, keeping my teeth well out of the way. This proves a little difficult, so I decide to change tactics. I take her cock out of my mouth, instead placing open-mouthed kisses along the length of it. Using my hand, aided by the slickness of my saliva, to stroke her wherever my mouth is not. 

I am rewarded with a sharp intake of breath as Maria lifts her hips up. I raise my eyes and try to suppress a smile as I continue to work on her. She's so gorgeous when she's like this, with her hair loose, a flush evident on her high cheekbones and her eyes shut tight.  

Once I've worked her up for a while, I attempt to take her into my mouth once more, this time with more success. I keep a fist at the base of her cock and take the rest of the length into my mouth. Maria groans loudly as I bob my head up and down, applying my tongue as I would if it were her clit in my mouth. 

"God. Fuck." She manages to stutter out, her breath quivering when she inhales. Her hands are tight in my hair, gripping hard and pushing down with remarkable strength. I know she's not one to force me to do anything I don't want, and I can't claim to be a fan of this kind of act. But I know this is a subconscious reaction of her body trying to chase the pleasure, and who am I to deny her? 

I remove my fist from the base of her cock, and when I raise my head, the toy almost slips out of my mouth entirely, I make sure to take a deep breath. When I let the cock back into my mouth, I don't stop Maria as she pushes me down, her hips snapping up sharply. The sound of me gagging takes her by surprise, alarmed, she tries to pull out, concerned that she might have hurt me. 

I search for her eyes, trying to look as reassuring as one can with tears in their eyes. As she pulls back, I dip my head, taking more of the length, trying to show her I'm alright. Really, I'm just thankful for the limited size of this toy. Any longer and I truly wouldn't have been able to take it at all. When Maria realizes that I'm not in pain, she moans low and deep in her throat. "You're such a good fucking girl, aren't you? You were made to take my cock, baby."

She shifts to the edge of the chair, to give herself more leverage, and begins to thrust shallowly into my throat. It burns slightly, and I gag a few times every minute. Saliva drips down my chin and onto my chest, tears trickling down my cheeks, the sounds coming from me are obscene, but I do not care in the slightest. Not when Maria is above me, moaning desperately, her fingers clawing at my hair, groaning out praise, telling me how good my throat feels, how she's going to fill me up with her cum. 

Maria appears on the verge of falling apart, gasping loudly, her thrusts getting sloppier by the second, when all three of her computer screens light up, a harsh calling sound echoing through the room. 

‘’Damnit.’’ Maria says through gritted teeth, as she gingerly pulls the cock from my mouth. Looking over at the screens, she reads the name of the caller and curses again. Leaning down, she takes my face in both of her hands, her thumbs swiping at the tears on my cheeks. ‘’Are you okay honey?’’ I nod my head, gratefully taking in several lungfuls of air and wiping my chin with the back of my hand. 

‘’Get up on my lap, baby. You did so good, I promise this won’t take long.’’ 

When I’m secure in Maria’s lap, straddling her thighs, my head resting in the crook of her neck, she answers the call. 

‘’Goddamnit, Danvers.’’

‘’Let’s keep it professional now, Agent Hill.’’ I can hear the amusement in her voice, and usually I enjoy the easy way Carol handles our relationship. But right now I want her to vanish from the planet for a few hours, at least until Maria is done fucking me stupid. 

I tune out their conversation and focus myself firmly in the present. I nuzzle my nose into Maria’s neck, inhaling her scent, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against mine. Her hands rest on my thighs, hidden underneath my dress, stroking me gently. For the first time, I become aware of the pressing wetness between my thighs. With my legs spread like this, and in the absence of any underwear, the ache is all too present. 

When Maria settles her hands on the supple flesh of my ass and squeezes hard, I can’t help myself, and I whine softly, my hips rutting against the open air between us. She shushes me gently, pressing a kiss to the side of my cheek, and settles the palm of her hand against my aching clit. She’s busy talking to Carol, but I don’t need her to tell me what this means. She’s saying go ahead, entertain yourself.

Gratefully, eagerly, I grind my wet cunt against the fleshy part of Maria’s palm. I am almost light-headed with relief, and Maria’s sharp intake of breath when she feels my copious wetness covering her hand, almost goes unnoticed. I hold on to her tightly, moaning under my breath, loudly enough for her to hear, but not loud enough for Carol to notice. 

I glide my tongue over the exposed part of Maria’s neck, suckling lightly. I want to lean back fully, take in her face, stare at her like the piece of art she is. I want to watch her as I ride her cock, and bask in the joy of being all hers. I know not to be too greedy though, and I attempt to pace myself, rocking backwards and forwards at a steady pace. It’s just enough to take the edge off, but not quite enough to send me into an orgasm that I don’t have permission for. 

As I rut against Maria’s hand, her cock brushes against my thigh and I wonder if she can feel that too, but if she can, her face doesn’t betray anything. I don’t falter in my rhythm as I cup my hand under my mouth to spit in it, and quickly reach down to take hold of the cock. That gets her attention. She stiffens, and she stumbles over her words, but manages to recover quickly. I stroke her lazily, keeping the rhythm steady with the one my own hips have taken up. After a few minutes of this treatment, Maria is trembling, her cheeks considerably redder than before. 

When the time comes for Carol to call out a smug goodbye, to Maria, and to me, she looks as though she’s about to combust. She hammers the fingers of her free hand on the touchpad, shutting off the video call, and all the screens in their entirety. 

Her hand flies up to my face, cupping my cheek and pulling me into a desperate, heated kiss. She presses hard against my core with the palm of her hand, and slips two fingers inside me. She crooks her fingers on every thrust, making me whimper into her sweet smelling hair. I don’t let up on my grip on her cock, trying to sync my movements with hers, and soon the both of us are breathing hard. 

Maria is gasping harshly, her hips raising up, trying to thrust harder into my hand. I lean back to look at her. She’s flushed all over, her eyes glittering with desire. Her lips are red from our rough kisses and wet with my saliva. She looks like a painting. I want to capture this moment and hide it away, remember it for the rest of my days. 

She is breathtaking, the curve of her neck, her firm muscles underneath the soft fabric of her uniform. She smells like her flowery perfume, but her hair smells of her shampoo. Her hand is slick where it meets my core, and her skin pressed against mine feels like a little slice of Elysium. 

I claw at the front of her uniform, tugging at her zip, to expose the tops of her breasts, spilling over the top of her bra. She laughs when I lurch forward to attach my mouth to soft skin there. 

‘’You have a busy mouth today.’’ Her voice sounds raspy, thick with need. Her fingers pull out of me and I whine through a mouthful of breast. ‘’Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will fill you up soon.’’ She pulls my head up sharply, threading her fingers through my hair and holding me tight. ‘’Open up.’’ Maria holds up her fingers, covered in my wetness, and I take them into my mouth without question. I moan, not at my own taste, but rather the feel of her fingers against my tongue. 

As I dutifully suckle on her fingers, Maria manoeuvres her cock between my thighs, sliding it through my copious wetness. She pulls open a desk drawer, the one where she keeps toys ready to go, and fishes out a small bottle of water-based lube. She squeezes a generous amount into her open palm and fists her cock, covering every inch of it in the slick substance. Once she’s done, she wipes the excess on my swollen cunt and rubs her cock over my engorged clit. 

I raise myself on my knees as Maria lines her cock up with my entrance. When I sink down onto it, there is hardly any resistance. We let out a synchronized moan and rest our foreheads together as we take in this new sensation. Soon, however, I have become impatient and begin to rock my hips. I grind myself against her for a while, before remembering the function of this new toy. 

So, I push myself up and let myself sink down again, the ridges of the cock rub deliciously against me as I push myself up and down, up and down. I raise myself high enough to barely keep the head inside, before dropping down all the way, the cock bottoming out deep inside me. Maria is breathing hard against my overheated skin, her hips trying to meet mine the best she can in this position. She’s swearing under her breath and gripping my hips so tightly that I’m sure there will be bruises there come morning. I try to keep a decent pace, but my knees are aching from straddling her for so long. I can tell from the pained expression on her face that she’s close, but that this is not quite enough to push her over the edge. 

‘’Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’’ She leans back in her chair, running her hands through her hair as I try my hardest to move as quickly as I can, up and down over her cock. It’s getting harder for me now, and after several minutes of this I have to take a break. 

Maria however, is near delirious with need at this point and groans in frustration when I have to stop. ‘’I’m sorry, baby.’’ She grunts, as she quite suddenly leans forward, lifting me up by my thighs and laying me down her desk, her cock still buried inside me. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ She says again, thrusting into me harshly. ‘’Ah- fuck. I just- I gotta-’’ She doesn’t finish whatever it was she was going to say. Focussing fully on our connected bodies. 

Her first thrusts are slow and experimental, but once she gets the hang of what feels good, she sets a punishing pace. She looks almost feral, her zip pulled down to expose the tops of her breasts and her necklace bouncing wildly against her chest. She’s moaning unabashedly, her full weight resting on top of me.

I know it won’t be long when her thrusts get harder by the second, I secure my legs tightly over her hips, holding her close against me. She feels so good inside me, the smooth head of the cock pressing firmly against my G-spot, making me writhe underneath her. I don’t try to stop the stream of high pitched moans leaving my mouth.

‘’God. Fuck.’’ She stutters out, her hips pounding into me. ‘’I’m going to fuck my cum into you, baby.’’ She growls into my ear. I can’t help myself, whining desperately in response, half delirious with pleasure. ‘’Fill me up, daddy. Pl- ease.’’

When she comes, her moans are louder than I’ve ever heard them. Her hips never cease their punishing pace, pushing into me so deeply that the hard metal of her zip presses painfully into my pubic bone. None of that matters though, not when her warm cum is spilling copiously inside me. I hold her tightly, one hand on her back, the other in her hair as she ruts against me, riding out her high. 

It takes several minutes for her to come back to herself and when she does, she gives me a sheepish, apologetic look. ‘’Are you okay, honey? I think I lost it there for a second.’’ 

I chuckle wearily, propping myself up with one elbow to look down as she pulls her cock out of me. Some of the cum leaks out, and the sight of this sends a shiver of desire through me, a harsh reminder of my lack of release. 

‘’I loved it.’’ I say truthfully. ‘’The feeling of you coming inside me-’’ I trail off, exhaling shakily. ‘’You did beautifully.’’ Maria assures me, leaning down to give me a long, languid kiss. I yelp when her hands snake around my thighs once more to lift me up, instinctively I wrap my thighs around her waist. 

‘’Let’s get to bed baby, you deserve a proper reward.’’

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

The Midnight Coconuts

Summary: Bucky and his girl take a trip to the grocery store. Several things are involved, including coconuts, a 25cent gum-ball machine, Avengers branded Jell-O, chocolate milk straight from the jug, and tampons.  Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3k Warnings: Some swearing. Insane levels of fluff. Dangerously adorable Bucky. One (1) random reference to Not Another Teen Movie. 

A/N: Listen, I will never be over silly domestic Bucky! I originally started this story before TFATWS came out and when I imagined Sam had a niece, so just go with it. Part of me wrote this, because I needed to convince myself that I love grocery shopping (one can only eat takeaway and Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken for so long) and the other part wrote this because I firmly believe domestic routines can be the most romantic adventures out there.

When the doors to the grocery store whoosh open with a gust of stale manufactured air, Bucky skids to an abrupt and dramatic stop.  

“WAIT!”

Behind him, you stumble in panic, fumbling with an armful of reusable grocery bags. Instantly you’re imagining spilled blood and stab wounds and clean ups on aisle three and god dammit, how can there be a problem? This is a grocery store at midnight on a Wednesday. Shouldn’t the forces of evil be sleeping? Why is it so impossible to get a day off work? Don’t they know you need rest? And peanut butter? And that you’re dangerously low on toilet paper?

The forces of evil are the worst.

Raising weary fists, you huff.

“What? Where is it?”

Bucky sidesteps toward a row of small red and green machines beside the entrance, falling to his knees and smushing his nose eagerly against the glass. Reaching a hand behind him, there are several impatient grabby motions, before he glances back.

“Babe, can you give me a quarter? I need a gum-ball.”

Planting a sneaker clad foot on his ass, you shove. Hard.  

“Bucky, we talked about this. Remember how you agreed to lower the drama and keep things in perspective? I thought we were under attack.”

“If I don’t get a green gum-ball,” he declares dramatically, “there will be an attack.”

Throwing the cloth bags at his face, you stomp off to retrieve a shopping cart, plunking your purse in the front and hunching over the handlebars.  

“I thought you said you were a millionaire now. Buy your own gum-ball.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Like I carry loose change,” he scoffs. “C’mon, just one quarter. Please?”

This time, he gives you the Look. That patented Bucky Barnes stare, with the wide eyes and full pouty lips and faux innocent expression, and if this man wasn’t the love of your life you’d quite happily stab him in the heart.

Instead, you open your purse and fish out a quarter, flinging it at his frustratingly pretty face. It bounces off his forehead and he scoops it up with a grin.

“So just to clarify. You came to the grocery store covered in knives, but you forgot to bring money?”

Giving you an indulgent smile, he jams the quarter into the slot. With a twist and shake, a gum-ball rattles free, and Bucky crows with delight when he sees the green candy. He pops it in his mouth. 

“I didn’t forget. I made a conscious decision to remove the temptation. If I bring cash, I’ll spend it. You know I ain’t great with that whole self control thing.”

“How encouraging to hear, from the man with knives pouring out his ass.”  

Jumping to his feet, he throws an arm around your shoulders. 

“Ass knives sound painful.”

“Depends on how sharp they are,” you mumble, pulling a carefully folded sheet of paper from your jacket.

“Excuse you? My knives are always perfectly sharpened, thank you very much. What kind of expert assassin runs around with dull knives? Damn baby, it’s like you don’t even know me.”

Ignoring him, you flatten out the paper and smooth the edges, sighing happily at the block letters and structured diagrams drawn in deep blue ink. 

Here it is, your masterpiece. A monument to productivity. The gold standard by which all optimization models should be benchmarked. This isn’t just any list, this is The List.

Everything is grouped, first by aisle, then by product location within the aisle, and then from top to bottom shelf order, to maximize efficiency. This is the dream list. The kind that inspires jealousy. The kind people hold up at TED talks when they talk about time management techniques. Marie Kondo wishes she had this list. 

Bucky snorts when he sees the carefully printed boxes.  

“God, you’re such a square,” he says adoringly. He plants a sugary wet kiss on your temple and you grind an elbow into his ribs.

“We discussed this, Bucky. Don’t mock my lists.” 

“Sorry babe, I ain’t mocking. Your lists are beautiful, they always get me all hot and bothered,” he agrees, dipping lower to lick behind your ear. “And I really love that list you keep with all those dirty, filthy, sex things you wanna do to me.”

“I don’t have a list like that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky sighs, “and I don’t know how many more hints I can drop here.”

Reaching under his shirt, you rub his belly consolingly. “Okay then. This weekend I’ll sit down and make you a special list. One so disgusting and dirty and depraved, it would make Wade Wilson cry.”

Bucky laughs and squeezes you tighter. 

“About damn time honey. I’m equally parts terrified and horny. So where’re we headed first?”

“Produce,” you answer promptly, plowing forward, Bucky still chuckling beside you.

The whole scenario was ironic, actually. There was no need to grocery shop - automatic ordering mechanisms  across the Avengers tower rendered the task meaningless - but sometimes it was a welcome relief to partake in such an ordinary thing. Unable to sleep after one particularly terrible mission, you found yourself wandering the aisles of your 24-hour supermarket, dressed in pineapple adorned pajama pants and one of Bucky’s rattier sweatshirts, searching for ice cream. The unexpected symmetry of products arranged along the shelves, the rainbow hued produce, the hint of baking bread wafting from the ovens, all those everyday trappings of normality, they washed over like a soothing balm. Soon enough, the boiling bad thoughts simmered to nothing more than a cache of blurry memories.

When you got home, sleep came fast, deep and dreamless.

One month later, the idea struck again.

After 36 hours of Bucky tossing and turning, dark shadows bruising beneath weary blue eyes, you took his hand and led him down the dark street for a midnight adventure. He was skeptical, disbelieving that something so simple could chase away the insomnia. But he dutifully followed you, strolling aimlessly through the aisles, throwing odds and ends into the cart. 

The tension gradually eased, he began to relax, and suddenly? 

He was hooked.

An hour later, after arguing the health benefits of frosted Cheerios over oatmeal, poking each hunk of cheese in the display, and loading the cart with every single flavor of spaghetti sauce on the shelf, the heavy weight of remembering began to ease. When he collapsed into bed, he slept for eight hours straight.

I don’t know what that was, he swore the next morning, munching through his third bowl of frosted Cheerios, but it was magic.

And with that, a midnight ritual was born. Sometimes you make the trek alone, sometimes Bucky does the same, but whenever life permits you go together. This small slice of domesticity brings a warm comfort to this strange life.   

There is no doubt, this is your favorite area of the entire store.

Barrels filled with tart oranges and smooth red apples. Tables piled high with bananas, some just shy of yellow, others sunshine perfect, and a few with speckles of black (which are the best). Shelves lining the walls, overflowing with bundles of herbs and lettuce, all coated in a fine layer of mist. 

Bliss. 

Heading straight for the apples, you plunge into the Gala pile, rummaging until you come up with ten perfect ones. Peaches follow, fingers rubbing along the delicate pinky-orange fuzz. Squeeze, smell, squeeze, smell. Five are chosen for a pie (Sam pleaded shamelessly until you agreed to make him one), and in the cart they go. Heading toward the wall of herbs, you’re reaching for the basil when a metallic bang makes you jump. Spinning around, you find Bucky lobbing coconuts into the cart.

“We need these.”

“We really don’t, Buck. I hate coconut, it tastes like suntan lotion.”

“They’re not for eating,” he grabs an apple, wipes it on his shirt, and takes a juicy bite. “They’re for security.”

Sticky juice drips from his lip, catching in his beard. When you reach over to swipe it away, he nips your finger with a grin.

“Explain please.”

“See it’s like this. We’re just here shopping, doin’ our thang -”

“Don’t say thang.”

“- when someone attacks. What happens? BAM. One of these furry beauties breaks their face. Problem solved.”

Giving him a slow perusal, you raise an eyebrow.

“Were the 47 knives you’re carrying not enough to deflect this attack?”

Finishing off the apple in three sloppy bites, he carefully tucks the price sticker in his pocket so he can scan it before leaving and sets the mangled core beside your purse.

“Babe, these are my back-up plan. A good soldier always has a back-up plan.”

While you grab a bottle of extra-pulpy orange juice, Bucky picks two jugs of chocolate milk, snaps one open and takes a swing. Ever the thrifty shopper, he pulls a familiar bag from his back pocket, fishes out a crumpled piece of newspaper, and dangles it before you.

“Found a coupon for this,” he says gleefully. “Buy one, get one free. It’s called a BOGO. A BOGO. Hilarious, right? Fuck me, I love the future.”

Still laughing, he takes another long drink of chocolate milk and smacks his lips.

It was a lazy Sunday morning when you discovered this particular habit. Walking into the living room, you found Bucky buried in a sea of Sunday newspaper, tongue between his teeth and scissors in hand while he clipped coupons. He wasn’t picky, if it was remotely interesting, it went into the YES pile. It was one of those random things that brought him inordinate levels of joy, so of course you encouraged it. On his last birthday, you gifted him with a green zippered bag decorated with angry looking owls and official looking letters stitched across the front:

Bucky’s Coupon Bag  Thriftn’ Machine Since 1917

He laughed for five straight minutes and then stuffed it full. The bag accompanies you on every trip and the sight of Bucky excitedly rifling through his wad of coupons still makes your heart swell.  

Setting aside his BOGO, Bucky continues down the aisle, leaving you to pause in front of the yogurt. While you contemplate the merits of blackberry vs strawberry, Bucky slides over holding three cans of Reddi-Whip. 

“Are you actually planning to eat that? I thought you said whipped air is for, and I quote, ‘spineless, tasteless trash heathens’?”

Bucky shakes the can of spray whipped cream and wiggles his eyebrows, leveling you with a sultry stare. 

“Hell no I’m not eating it. This is for the bedroom. Last week I watched this god-awful movie where some blond guy - who looked exactly like Steve, by the way - made himself a whipped cream bikini for his girl. Decided I’m gonna do that for you. You’re welcome.”

“That sounds gross and unsanitary.” 

“If by gross and unsanitary you mean spicy and sexy, then yes. Yes it does.”

Whistling what sounds like the theme music from a bad porn, he adds two tubs of honey swirled Greek yogurt, pats your butt, and strolls ahead, throwing a roughish wink over his shoulder. Imagining the melted whipped cream soaking into your bedsheets, you mentally add more laundry detergent to the list.

“Hang on, turn here.”

Tugging the cart behind him, Bucky stalks toward the feminine hygiene display. It takes him a minute to scan the products before squatting down to the bottom shelf. Grabbing two jumbo boxes of tampons, oddly enough the brand you prefer, he pops back to his feet.  

“Dare I ask why you need these?”

A faint pink flush crawls up his neck.  

“Well, you know, two reasons. They’re really great for stopping bloody noses, you know? Just poke ‘em up there and they soak it all up.”

 He mimes the execution and adds a thumbs up.

“And the second reason?”

Squinting at his boots, he shuffles his feet a bit. The pink flush deepens. 

“Um, you know - I know you’re out, since I stuck the last one up Steve’s nose last week, and yeah. Anyway. It’s about that time. Of the month. For you.”

Clearing his throat, he reaches for his chocolate milk, but you grab his wrist.  

“You know when my period’s going to start?”

He shrugs self-consciously and fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt.  

“Well yeah. You think it’s just a coincidence when all your favorite candy shows up every month?” Looking up, he shoots you a crooked smile and leans over the cart to kiss your forehead. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you haul him in for a real kiss instead and his startled laughter tickles your lips. When you break away, those bright blue eyes are shining. 

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmur.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

This is the aisle where the cart officially explodes.

Lasagna noodles.

Egg noodles.

Spaghetti noodles.

Penne.

Linguine. 

Fettuccine.

Literally one of every noodle is selected, because Bucky Barnes is a self-proclaimed noodle slut. 

As you organize the boxes and search for orzo, you see him furtively add an extra bag of elbow macaroni. A quiet cough hides your laughter.

The last time Sam’s four-year-old niece came to the tower, she and Bucky spent hours making glittery elbow macaroni necklaces, which they ceremoniously gifted to everyone. When Sam casually mentioned her enthusiastically telling everyone at pre-school about her friend Bucky and how much fun she had visiting him, Bucky ran to a craft store and bulk bought supplies of glue, string, paint, and glitter, just in case she comes over again.

Months later and the entire team are still finding puddles of glitter all over the tower, but the delight on Bucky’s face anytime someone mentions that arts and crafts afternoon? 

It’s worth the mess.     

Gathering up brown sugar, instant oats, and chocolate chips, you turn to drop them in the cart when Bucky makes a strangled noise. Glancing over, you find him bouncing on his toes, vibrating with excitement.

“Babe. Babe. Are you making monster cookies?”

Adding a can of raisins, you search for the good vanilla. The kind that actually tastes like vanilla, not a cheap car wash air freshener. 

“I promised I would,” you remind him. Bucky plasters himself against your back, wrapping you in an enthusiastic hug and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“I love those fucking cookies,” he declares. “They’re my favorite thing ever. Next to you I mean.”

Finding the vanilla, you spin in his arms and return the squeeze.  

“I know you do. But you have to share them this time, okay? You can’t just eat them all yourself like the last two times. Agree?”

“Agree…to disagree. They’re wasted on other people, no one else loves as much. It’s for the best when I eat them all, it’s proof how much I love you. I’m doing it for you. I’m supporting you. Because I love you.”

“You’re completely full of shit,” you reply.

“I swear I’m not! Just listen!”

The excuses grow longer and wilder as Bucky outlines his rationale against sharing, walking backward and dragging the cart with him as he pleads his case. He’s diving into the science of super soldier metabolism levels and caloric requirements and the fact that his sister never shared anything with him, when he bumps into a tall display. 

He pulls up short, eyes narrowing. Plunking his fists on his hips, he growls a disgruntled sigh and glares at the rows of packaging. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Lined up in neat rows, you see boxes of Jell-O organized by color and flavor. On the cover of each are an assortment of familiar images.  

“Are these Avengers themed Jell-O?” you ask, picking up a box with Sam’s image and the words Wild Berry Wilson. The rows extend further, filled with Lime Green Hulk and Blue Raspberry Rogers and Black Cherry Widow and Strawberry Lemon Stark. Exasperated, Bucky grabs the Sparkling Orange Spider flavor. 

“Is this for real? The kid gets one and I didn’t? Someone in PR is getting fired.”

“Well there’re only so many flavors, Buck,” you point out practically, but Bucky’s not in the mood for logic. Instead, he swipes an entire shelf of Jell-O flavors into the cart.  

“I swear to god, I have to do everything around here. Fine then. I’ll make my own flavor, Blackberry Kiwi Soldier or Winter Watermelon Rainbow, or something.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Anyway, I’ll work on the name. But I’m bringing it to dinner tomorrow night and everyone is gonna eat it.”

He dumps in a bag of mini-marshmallows and grabs sprinkles for topping, before marching down the aisle. Cringing at the volume of sugar in the cart, you make another mental note to schedule a dentist appointment.

“Go do your manly duty and find the meat. We need two 5lb rump roasts.”

“I like your rump roast,” he instantly responds and reaches over to smack your butt again. Anticipating the move, you catch his arm and twist it behind his back. He barks out a breathless laugh and you slap his ass in return.

“Your innuendos are tragic.”

Releasing him with a gentle shove, Bucky snatches up his three coconuts and ambles away, laughing while he juggles them. When he returns, he has the requested rump roasts, several packages of bacon, and a bundle of cocktail shrimp.

“If my innuendos get better, then can I touch your butt?”

“Maybe. But they better be real good.”

An added benefit to shopping at midnight? Not a soul in line.

Loading everything onto the conveyer belt, you automatically organize for bagging. Boxes together, produce together, meat together. Bucky adds a pack of batteries, a tin of mints, and some trashy magazines.

The last three items in the cart are his coconuts. They rattle around until you toss them at him, motioning back to the produce department. 

“We made it out alive. Go put them back.”

Still chomping his tasteless green gum-ball, he shakes his head and plops them down. 

“Nah, I have another idea for them. Got all those craft supplies at home, I’m gonna make you something.”

“Should I even ask?”

Bucky blows a huge, wet bubble and looks you up and down.

“Have you every worn one of those coconut bras? Like on TV, with the ladies in grass skirts? I’m gonna make you one. I already have string and glue. And glitter.”

“I think you may be overestimating your crafting abilities.” Digging out your credit card, you wait for the final tally. 

“Well, if it’s terrible then you’ll just be naked. Either way, I win.”

Shaking out your grocery sacks, he packs everything with Tetris-like efficiency and slides all of them up the vibranium arm.   

“How about I make you a deal. I’ll wear a coconut bra, if you’ll make yourself something to wear as well.”

Bucky blows another sugary bubble, pondering the idea.

“Like a coconut man thong?”

“Exactly like a coconut man thong.”

“Deal. Add it to that special dirty list you’re making me honey. We got loads to do.” 

Outside, the night air smells sweet and cool, the barest hint of a spring rain and fresh grass lingering on the breeze. Already, your eyes are feeling heavy, tonight’s quiet adventure ushering in that sought after peace. 

In your right hand, the three coconuts swing gently in their plastic sack. Humming under his breath, Bucky yawns, reaching for your other hand. His warm, calloused palm squeezes tight, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin.

He turns to you with a sleepy, lopsided smile.

Midnight and coconuts.  

It always does the trick.

***

[thewild--flower]

[Translation] Olympia Soiree - Himuka After Story

Source: Olympia Soiree Official Visual Fanbook Nuit Blanche

Author: Yuma Katagiri

'Here, Himuka. These are some snacks from me. Some slightly hard biscuits that should keep well, some with dried fruit and some with jam, and some salted fish.'

As Byakuya entered the cabin, she smiled and held out a basket.

'Thank you! I've baked lots of bread, some with peanuts, some with dried apple, and some with sausages. I picked you some passionfruit as well.'

'I'm so happy, I just love the bread you make, Himuka. I'll do my best not to eat them all in one day.'

Tonight, she would set off for Tennyo Island. In order to purify herself before our wedding ceremony. That was why, instead of farewell gifts, we had decided to exchange food instead.

'If that's the case, in a week's time, I'll bake another basketful and bring it to you.'

'When you come as my bridegroom?'

As I watched her laugh as if enjoying herself, I also felt happy myself. Ah, I really did like it when she laughed.

'Do you think they'll let me do that at least? I'd feel bad crossing over to the island without bringing anything.'

'It'll be just for ceremonial purposes, so I don't think we need to worry too much about it…… But, I think it would be nice to stuff our cheeks with bread for our wedding. So, if you would?'

'Of course. Please look forward to it.'

In a week's time, Byakuya and I would formally become husband and wife. Exactly how this would happen had been a complicated process - Douma and the others had had to think hard to find the right solution. His daughter, who was of the White, had chosen the Undertaker as her husband—the news had quickly spread across the island, and I had become the object of envy of many. Among them, some came to harrass or badmouth me.

However, compared to my happiness at being with her, it was but a trivial matter. The real problem was 'Hiruko.' I knew that there were rumours about whether I was really there or not, even my existence itself was doubted by some. Though the truth was I had indeed snuck out and was now living on Corpse Beach, I did feel rather apologetic about that fact. There had also been a proposal—that I should use the formal occasion of our wedding as an opportunity to reveal my identity at last. After much worrying and thinking, I decided to have Tsukuyomi make me a beautiful ceremonial mask. First I would put the mask on, and appear in front of everyone as 'Hiruko' to pronounce my blessings on the marriage of the daughter of the White. After that, I would quickly change clothes and stand at Byakuya's side as 'Himuka' — that was our plan. I did not want to cause chaos among the people of the island, but more than anything I wanted to protect our peaceful days together. Even now, no one but Byakuya came to the northern beach. It was the reason we were able to leisurely search for treasures, and throw ourselves onto the sand for an afternoon nap whenever we wanted, so it would be a problem if thoughtless people started coming out there in droves.

'Himuka, you haven't been back to the island since then. You'll be surprised to see how habitable it's become.'

'Ahaha, even if there was nothing but grass there I would be fine. But it's nice that it's being taken care of, I'm sure Amaterasu is happy about it too.'

'You think so? It would be great if she was.'

She shifted her gaze so that she could look up at the sky through the window.

‘Back then, I was not able to talk to Amaterasu for long, but she seemed satisfied. We did not know much about what it meant to live as a human, so I think your words really resonated with her.’

It was strange, if I thought about it. For beings such as us to not understand the human heart, though we watched over humanity.

‘I would like to speak to Lady Amaterasu once more. I wonder if that would be difficult though.’

‘Is there something you’d like to tell her?’

As I asked the question, Byakuya gently caressed my hair as she spoke.

‘That time when I went to get you, Himuka……I never thought you would return to me like you did, and I was in shock. And then Lady Amaterasu disappeared straight after…..I wasn’t able to thank her properly.'

‘But I think your feelings got through to her. It’s not as if I can hear Amaterasu’s voice either, you know. But I can tell that she’s in a very good mood right now.’

‘......Really?’

‘Yeah. As far as I can tell, she’s enjoying herself the most she ever has.’

My words were neither an exaggeration nor just a way to make her feel better. I was no longer a god, but I could feel her presence. There was no doubt that this world was blessed, and overflowing with dazzling light. The reason why was that she had seen the future in her own descendant, the daughter of the White. That was how much she had entrusted her hopes to the children of humanity.

‘I’ll believe it if you say so, Himuka. After all, I am but a human.’

But she did not know. That miracles weren’t something caused by the gods. Miracles were brought about by the strong feelings of humanity. And she— was a girl who could move the hearts of the gods.

‘I’ll keep trying my best at your side, as well.’

‘......Himuka?’

‘I’ve been thinking of what I ought to be doing from now on, in my own way. And then, I thought I should try to become like Jigen. He brought the wisdom of ‘Japan’ to this island. In the long time I spent wandering, I heard and saw many things. Until now, I never imagined myself getting involved with others, but I think it might be…… fun to convey those kinds of formless things to everyone, little by little.’

‘I think that will be great! I fully support you, and I’m looking forward to it!’

‘Really? I’m glad! I was a bit afraid to talk about things like this……that maybe the words of someone like me are unnecessary.  Ah! I’m sorry, I promised you I wouldn’t say things like this anymore, that is……’

‘I’m happy.’

‘Uwah?!’

Upon her sudden kiss to my cheek, I jumped a little.

‘“The waves bring what one seeks” ……I’m sure, no, I’m certain, the knowledge you’ll bring, Himuka, will make this island even more wonderful.’

‘Y-you think so……’

‘Of course I do.’

I felt reassured. Searching for something that I could do to contribute was fun yet scary. Because until now, no one had needed me. But now that I had become human, I wanted to try my best, even if I failed. Because she was there, and would surely cheerfully encourage me without mocking me for being like this.

‘By the way, I met Kuroba yesterday……’

‘Did he say something to you?’

‘He said to, "Hurry up and make some children."’

Her face reddened, and then she gave a wry laugh.

‘Normally I would go give him a scolding and tell him not to tease you but…..In reality, it might be better earlier rather than later.’

‘There are only two Whites left after all. I think you will live for a long time, but even if it’s just one person, I’m sure you’d like to have many more compatriots, right?’

‘From the beginning I was looking for a husband in order to preserve the White bloodline, so I was prepared for it. But now…… I think it would be fun to have a child.’

‘......A child.’

‘How hideous. Let us set such a child adrift on the sea.’

My chest tightened. Remembering those days when I endlessly wandered alone, completely alone, on the dark seas.

‘I wonder if……I can love our child properly.’

As I said those words, Byakuya hugged me tight and spoke.

‘You don’t need to think so hard about it. Just like you treasure me, treasure our child that will be born. It’s alright, Himuka. You’re someone that’s more than capable of showing kindness to others.’

‘......Treasure.’

I said the word aloud, then pondered it over in my mind. I wanted to treasure them. I wanted to protect them to the best of my ability. Byakuya, the children we would have, and this world.

‘Yes, I understand. I’m nervous about it now…..but I’ll do my best to become a good father. No, I vow that I will definitely become a good father.’

I had not known how to love. But through meeting her, loving her and being loved by her, I had learnt what it meant to care and be cared for by another. So that was why I would surely be able to learn yet another new kind of love.

'I’ll also work hard to become a good mother. We might fail at times, but I think as long as we’re together we’ll be alright.’

‘......Yeah, you’re right.’

To think that I who had once been formless, could now love another, and even have a child. I was scared, but I was also looking forward to it, without a doubt.

‘Well then, I’ll be returning to the mansion now. See you in another week-……’

‘Wait.’

I had immediately grabbed her arms as she had gone to stand up. Although we had already exchanged parting gifts, it was still awfully difficult to part from her.

‘Himuka?’

‘Just a little longer……please stay here, just a little longer.’

I gently pressed my lips to hers, running my hands through her pearl-coloured hair. Though truthfully I had meant to stop at just a kiss, once I started touching her it was hard to let her go after all.

‘It’ll be lonely not being able to hear your voice for seven days and nights. So, at the very least….just a little longer.’

‘......Aah.’

I slowly laid her down on the fur rugs and pulled up her skirt. Wanting to hear her sweet voice, wanting to trace her trembling skin, I covered her lithe body with my own.

When I had become human, I had learnt what it meant to desire someone. It was something that was indecent, fun, maddening, affectionate ——and without end.

[writersmilex]

Tricky : Head-canons.

I bet many people have been waiting for this? 

- It was a usual day. You're having a chat with the friendly hotdog vendor. Something you usually do when visiting.

- Then suddenly, The vendor's face pales up. You ask him what is wrong, but he doesn't answer you. You understand when you turn to look in the direction the vendor is looking.

- There, in the far distance, a street sign gets closer and closer.

- You shield your eyes from the sun with your hand to get a better look, it's indeed getting closer.

- The moment the sign is in closer proximity, a figure jumps out of the ground. You almost dropped your own hotdog out of surprise.

- Strange things happen all the time in Nevada these days, but this is a first. A green clown with bright orange hair approached, and cackles.

- The clown slams his free hand on the vendor's cart and demands; "I WANT HOTDOG! SWEET & SOUR SAUCE! PLEASE!" Well... at least he said please...

- The vendor doesn't hesitate to make a hotdog for this clown.

- "THANK!" The clown thanks the vendor, and then his head snaps towards you! He caught you staring.

- "HI! BYE!" He waves briefly at you, and then leaves as quickly as he arrives. Both you and the Vendor stare out as the street sign disappears in the distance.

Acquaintance____

- You came across this weird zombie clown a few more times, after the first meeting.

- "HEY! YOU! YOU! I KNOW YOU!" A loud voice you recognize as that green clown.

- He races towards you, and seems very haply to see you even though you only met him once. And not event officially.

- You're taken aback for sure as he vibrates in one place, he must have gotten a lot of sugar, or some drug...

- "who-who are you again?" You ask carefully. He reminded you of an escaped psych-patient.

- "TRICKY" He exclaimed proudly. Pointing a thumb at his own chest. You can't help but smile a little, the behavior of this guy is already entertaining for you.

- Tricky took you by your hand, his skin feels really rough and leathery. You didn't know where he was taking you, but at least he jogs and doesn't dig around.

- He took you to the bakery for a pastry. Well... you took a pastry and he took an entire apple pie. "YOU GONNA EAT THAT?" He asks as he finished his pie in less than a minute. "Get away dude, this one is mine!" You jokingly push him back a little. Making the Clown cackle.

- And that's how it began, a friendship with this weird zombie clown guy. He's show up every once in a while and take you places.

- You never expected yourself to become good friends with a weird zombie clown, and yet here you are!

Platonic____

- You heard Tricky call you his best friend multiple times. Not that it's not true, no. You'd consider the clown a good friend too by now.

- Tricky is the best at cheering you up when you're down. "WHY YOU SAD?!" He would question, and then take your hand to take you some place fun and cheer you up.

- And you're there for him too! When the Clown is upset or bored he look for you. You always make him happy with the ordinary life you live.

- However that life didn't stay so ordinary after you met the Clown. Strange things started to happen, The sky is gone now, and all the other grunts are so hostile now. You had to learn to fight on order to defend yourself and not land in an early grave.

- Trick was more than happy to teach you a few handy defense tricks. It's a little extreme for your style but it sure is handy to know.

- And if a battle gets to much for you to handle, Clown will gladly take over and protect you while you recover from a stunt grenade or something.

- Once every enemy is killed, Tricky takes the time to check on you. For any injuries, looking you all over to make sure he isn't missing anything.

- And then after the whole ordeal, the two of you go for a hotdog. Always nice...

- You have always wondered how this came to be, it was purely random. One day this clown zombie keeps taking you around everywhere, but it's not an unwelcome change.

- As you leave to go back home. You can only wonder what tomorrow has in store for you.

Romantic__Pining____

- Tricky is very open about his adoration towards you. So much so that hugging you has became his way of greeting you. If he can, he'll pick you up and shake you around wildly. Cackling all the while.

- Over the time you spend with the Clown, you can feel that a sort of relationship was build. You're bewildered with the fact that someone like Tricky is willing to spend the time of his days with someone as ordinary as you were.

- Tricky is willing to stop time for you if he could. And he could! Anything can happen in Nevada!

- Tricky has mentioned your name while on his weekly battles with Hank. But Hank still has no idea who this (Y/n) person is that the Clown keep mentioning.

- While in a standoff with Hank; Tricky will pretend to look at a wristwatch he's not wearing. Saying that he's late for some (Y/n) cookies. Hank is left by himself and the Clown just goes up and leaves for... cookies?

- Tricky was pretty much in love with you before. But when you presented home-made cookies to him. You pretty much stole his rotten heart by now.

- One time you asked him why he likes spending so much time with you. One simple answer; "YOU MAKE CLOWN HAPPY!" And he gave not further input to it.

- That exact feeling is mutual, he makes you happy as well.

- Tricky will find many excuses to hold your hand. His weirdest excuse yet is; "IT'S WINDY! YOU MIGHT FLY AWAY!" It's not that you cared that much for the excuse, holding hands with him makes you feel fuzzy inside.

- You're aware of your feelings for the Clown. But if feels strange. This violent power hungry Clown got your attention and you're not entirely sure how to feel about it. Then again... He's not the worst person around... right?

Romantic__Relationship____

- You had to know, you really couldn't just sit there anymore. You decide to make the first move.

- In a moment together with the Clown, you take both of his claws in yours. Rubbing your thumbs over the leathery loose skin. And you spilled your feelings.

- "I know it sounds crazy..." You laugh while avoiding eye contact with him. You expected a rejection on his side, maybe he's finally attack you as you had feared in the beginning of your meeting. But much to your surprise, you can feel Tricky's hands start to vibrate in your grip.

- You look up at him, he shows a wide grin. Then he pulls his hands out of your grip and embraces you tightly. Nearly breaking your spine. "CLOWN SO HAPPY! CLOWN LOVES YOU TOO!" he preaches, shaking you around wildly. But you got used to that be now.

- As a sort of date, Clown takes you to a disco party. And you danced and had a lot of fun together with Tricky. Tricky loves seeing you so happy.

- One day, there is this guy that looked like Jesus that walked up to you. "Keep that Clown in line will you? Saves me a lot of effort." And then he left.

- Tricky of course loves hugging you. Sometimes squeezing you a little to hard. When cuddling with you, he lets out this low growl from the depth of his throat that almost sounds like a purr.

- Clown sometimes calls you his "FOREVER PERSON" Whatever that means... Not that you mind it, it's endearing in his own way. You don't have a specific nickname for him, but you have a list of possible names to call him.

- Hank and his friends still have no idea who you are. Even though Tricky mentions you quite a lot. Tricky's enemies only know you as this (Y/n) person that the Clown likes so much. They haven't seen you nor know where you are.

- It's not uncommon for Clown to return to you with some body-part missing. Then it is your job to fix because he himself doesn't care. You're basically an expert in that stuff by now.

________________________________________ Tricky is here! Thanks for reading. - Smilex

[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

[snelbz]

Tempting the Fates {Chapter 1}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A/N: Fun fact about this one, y’all. I wrote the first chapter over 3 years ago and it was for a completely different story. This one has evolved on it's own and Tara and I are so excited to finally share it with you.

Word Count: 3493

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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Zeus

– King of the gods and ruler of Mount Olympus; god of the sky, lightning, thunder and law.

The waves lapped against the sand as Aelin sighed. Strong hands rubbed the muscles in her back and worked out the kinks in her neck as the warm sun heated her body. The smell of the salt water filled her senses and she settled into the cushioned chaise. Another set of hands set a fruity looking drink with a little pink umbrella on the table next to her head. She smiled at it.

“Can we get you anything else, miss?”

Aelin opened her mouth to tell them exactly what they could do to her.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Aelin’s eyes snapped open and she glared at her phone, chiming at her to get up.

She groaned, reaching for the offending device and silenced it, pulling her pillow over her head. She began to doze back off when her bedroom door flew open, smacking into the dresser on the wall behind it. She sat bolt upright and found her roommate leaning against the doorframe, a bowl of cereal in her hands and a gleam of mischief in her emerald eyes.

“Rise and shine, princess,” Lysandra drawled. Aelin just continued to scowl at her roommate. The bright warmth of the sun in her dream faded away as she looked out the window. Ice coated it and she could see a fresh layer of snow coated everything. “Aedion is about to be up, too. If you’d like any chance of taking a warm shower before class today, I’d suggest-.”

She was up and in the hallway before Lysandra could even finish her sentence.

Thirty minutes later, she sat on the kitchen counter, hair wrapped up in a towel, eating an apple and going over her schedule for the thousandth time. Her four classes were split into two days each, mercifully giving her Friday off.

Her cousin, long golden hair tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, came into the kitchen, pulling the jug of milk out of the fridge. He leaned on the counter across from her and drank straight from the plastic bottle, glaring daggers at her.

“Can I help you with something,” she asked him sweetly.

“You used the last of the hot water,” Aedion sulked, taking another swig.

She looked over, blowing him a quick kiss. “Maybe you should have gotten up earlier.”

He rolled his eyes, identical to her own, and came over to look at her computer screen. “What classes do you have this semester?”

She scrolled down the list, reading them off. “Pathophysiology, Caring for the Childbearing Family, Health and Gerontology, a few labs, and Mythology.”

Aedion’s eyebrows pulled together as she read the last one. “That doesn’t seem like it will be very helpful to a nurse.”

She shrugged, closing the laptop and sliding off the counter. “I needed one last elective. I’ve always been interested in Greek and Roman mythology and it’s a freshman level class. I figured why not study something for fun for once?”

He couldn’t fault her logic and began pulling ingredients out of the fridge to cook breakfast as Aelin headed back towards her bedroom. “Whatever you’re cooking, make two,” she called over her shoulder. She didn’t even need to look back to know the obscene gesture being flicked in her direction.

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Aelin was regretting studying something fun for once as she looked at the map of her classes.

All of her classes, save for one, were in the nursing building. Of course, that one other class was all the way across campus, in one of the general education buildings. At least walking there would take her right past her favorite coffee shop on campus and with an eight am every Tuesday and Thursday morning, she knew she’d take full advantage of that.

Thankfully today was a Monday, so she’d be spending the entirety of her day in the nursing building. But first, she had to have coffee. The first day of the semester required coffee.

Aelin parked in one of the student lots close to the nursing building. Throwing her leather bag over her shoulder, she slammed her car door. It was absolutely freezing and she suppressed a growl as she saw soft white flakes drifting toward the ground.

What a great way to start off the semester, she thought.

She made her way across campus, hands deep in her pockets and face buried in her scarf. As she crossed the quad, she pulled her phone out to check the time. She still had about twenty minutes to get coffee and get to class. Snow crunched under her boots as she picked up the pace, wanting to be sure she made it on time. Aelin was big on first impressions.

As she approached the door of the café, she reached for the handle, but the door swung open suddenly, slamming into her and knocking her off her feet.

The young girl, eyes wide, apologized profusely but said that she had to get to class and ran off. Aelin was mumbling something about where the freshman could go, when she heard a deep chuckle and a tan, tattooed hand appeared in front of her face. She glanced up and the air was pulled from her lungs.

The owner of the hand was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, with hair the color of the snow swirling around his head and green eyes. Not emerald like Lysandra’s, but deep and rich like a pine tree. A tattoo, similar to the one on his hand, snaked up his neck and onto his face. She’d be willing to bet it ran down the whole length of his arm. She’d love to find out for herself. He smiled at her, a wicked, beautiful smile. She could only stare at the gorgeous stranger as she gripped her hand in his. He lifted her to her feet.

“You okay?” He asked. Aelin nodded, pulling her hand out of his. He opened the door and motioned for her to go ahead of him. She stepped into the delicious warmth and immediately got her wits back.

“I’m Aelin,” she said, giving him a man eater’s smile.

“Rowan,” he said, a slight incline of his head in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, Rowan,” she said, letting his name slip out of her lips like a purr, as she’d heard Lysandra do it to her cousin many times. She knew it drove Aedion crazy and for some reason, that’s exactly what she wanted to do to this man. She walked to the line. He got in line behind her and she pulled out her phone, figuring that would be that. A bit of shameless flirting with a stranger was never a bad thing. She ordered her coffee and was surprised when the barista handed her the paper cup, a phone number written on the side. She quirked an eyebrow at the girl, who gave Aelin a knowing glance and looked over her shoulder. Aelin turned around, meeting a pine green gaze, and smiled at him. She headed back out into the frost and snow, pulling her phone out to snap a picture of the cup to send to Lysandra, knowing her best friend would love this.

Finding the classroom in the nursing building where she’d spent the bulk of the past two years was a breeze and she made it into the classroom with seven minutes to spare. She enjoyed her time with Professor Hafiza in the fall and anticipated she’d like her this semester again, too. Nonetheless, she settled in about three-quarters of the way up and looked at the coffee cup again.

Feeling bold, she entered the number into her phone and sent a quick text.

Any chance you want to sweep me off of my feet again and grab drinks later? I’m free anytime after 5:00. – Aelin.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

My last class lets out at 6:00 and I have to go to the gym afterward. How does 8:00 sound?

She typed a quick reply and placed her phone back on her desk.

Sounds like a date. The Beer Cellar, on Church Street.

She smirked to herself and glanced down at her watch. 9:58. Not even 10:00 am and the semester was off to a great start.

She unlocked her phone, shooting a quick text to Lysandra, letting her know about her new plans for the evening when she heard the door open and students started to hush.

It wasn’t the most exciting class, Aelin had to admit, but she supposed the information was necessary. Hopefully it wasn’t an indication of how the rest of her semester would go. She needed a little excitement in her schedule, that was for sure.

Aelin liked to be kept on her toes.

After two classes and a crappy salad for lunch from the school cafeteria, Aelin was hurrying across campus and down the street, toward her apartment. Lysandra was nowhere to be found, which meant she was either snuggled up with Aedion somewhere or still in class. Aelin’s bet was on the former.

After organizing her deskspace, Aelin went to her closet, and attempted to pick out what she should wear for the night. It was her first date of the semester, which either meant that it could be a complete win or a complete fail.

She ultimately decided that the sluttier the better.

Laying the gold dress out on her bed, she let herself into the Lysandra’s room, borrowing a pair of strappy black heels she knew her roommate would absolutely approve of and was back out the door, ready to suffer through her first lab of the semester. Three hours was going to drag by, but thankfully, it was only once a week.

And drag by it did, but Aelin wasn’t sure if it was thanks to the monotonous recap of her previous semester’s information or thinking about seeing Rowan again. She usually wasn’t so forward, even though Rowan had clearly been the one to start it all, giving her his number. But still, she typically would have at least waited a day or two before texting him.

But there was just something about him that she couldn’t get out of her head.

She grabbed her gym bag out of the car, thankful she had a bit of time to get a work out in before she went out. Thanks to tonight, Aelin was a pent up ball of energy and needed to get it out someway. After a solid forty-five minutes on the treadmill and nearly thirty on the free weights, Aelin was heading for the locker room when she noticed a silver head of hair across the gym.

She watched him as he pulled himself up on the bar, his chin going over the piece of metal each time. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, sweat poured down his chest as his arms swelled. Aelin had been right.

That tattoo went across his chest, and all the way down his arm. He did the pull-ups so effortlessly, and Aelin’s mind began to wander to unholy places.

It wasn’t until his feet hit the mat beneath him that she was brought back to reality and hurried into the locker room. If he was here, that meant their date was approaching, and she had to get ready. She checked her phone. It was nearly seven.

Aelin hurried back home and showered. She had once vowed, during her freshman year, that she would avoid the gym showers at all costs and only used them under emergency circumstances. Luckily, her and Lysandra’s apartment was only five minutes from the gym.

After a shower and a full-body shaving session, Aelin was brushing out her long, golden hair and blow drying it until it was flowing freely down her back. She kept her makeup decently simple - at least, that’s how she made it look, and straightened the slight waves out of her hair before putting on her little, golden dress.

Once she had slipped on Lysandra’s heels, she was looking at herself in the mirror and even she had to admit that she was looking hot.

After grabbing her clutch, she hurried down the hallway and into the living room, where she found Lysandra and Aedion snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie.

“Going out with a stranger?” Lysandra asked, brow raised. “I'm so proud of you.”

“Yeah, just keep it in your pants,” Aedion mumbled.

“I thought I’d bring him back here,” she said, winking at Lysandra. “You don’t want to have breakfast together tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not,” Aedion mumbled and Lysandra chuckled, leaning into his embrace.

“Have fun, call me if you need me,” Lysandra called as Aelin blew them a kiss and headed for the door.

Her Uber was waiting when she walked out front and before she knew it, she was walking down the stairs into her favorite bar. Glancing around, she didn’t see Rowan sitting at the bar or any of the booths around the room.

So she bought herself a drink and claimed one of the pool tables, setting her coat and clutch on a bar stool nearby. Over halfway through the game, she felt eyes on her and glanced up to find Rowan standing at the other end of the table. Giving him a smirk, she knocked the cue ball into the yellow-striped 9 ball. It sank into the pocket.

“Playing with yourself?” Rowan asked, and Aelin caught a slight accent that she had missed earlier.

Aelin’s grin widened. “Well, if I’m left hanging, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.”

Rowan breathed a laugh. “Fair enough. And if I asked to join?”

“You sure you don’t just want to watch?” she asked, leaning on the table, making sure her cleavage was perfectly visible.

Rowan’s tongue shot out and subtly licked his bottom lip. “Tempting.”

Aelin pushed herself back and grabbed the rack, starting to collect the balls. “Buy me a drink and then we’ll talk.”

Rowan bit his lip to hide his spreading grin. “Fair enough. I’ll be back.”

Aelin watched as he left, watched as he went to the bar and bought her another drink, alongside one for himself. He came back with two glasses. One was the color of the sunrise, the other a caramelly brown.

“Sex on the Beach?” Aelin asked, brow raised.

He shrugged and handed her the glass. “Sounded promising.”

“So… Rowan,” she said, letting his name drag out as she said it. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and the black Henley he wore made his hair seem even brighter in the dim light of the bar.

“Aelin,” he purred right back, pulling a pool stick from the wall behind her, nearly boxing her in. She realized then how much larger than her he was.

She loved it.

“I hope your coffee helped you get through the rest of your day,” she said, resetting the game and racking the balls. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she reached into the middle of the table, and he was watching her, staring at her ass.

Slutty was definitely the right option tonight.

“It certainly did, especially considering how boring it was,” he replied, reaching around her for the chalk that rested on the edge of the table. “But when I got your text, it gave me something to look forward to. Even if it made the day last twice as long.”

“Happy I could help.” She picked her drink up and stirred it, before taking a long sip through the straw.

“Would you like to break, or should I?” He asked, nodding to the pool table.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

He grunted as he stepped forward, lined up his stick, and knocked the cue ball into the others. They broke apart, but none of them fell into the pockets. Rowan stood there for a moment, his lips pursed. Meanwhile, Aelin tossed her head back and burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Rowan said, straightening up and turning to face her. “So pool isn’t my thing.”

Aelin stepped up next to him and aimed her stick, leaning over the table, her ass nearly rubbed up against Rowan’s front. “Hopefully you’re better at other things.”

Rowan’s hand brushed along Aelin’s hip, just as she got ready to shoot, causing her shot to go haywire. She spun around, eyes narrowed. “That’s foul play.”

“No one said we were playing fair,” he countered.

“What about playing for drinks?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted his own eyebrows and he said, “I’ve got an eight am…”

Shrugging, she said, “So do I.” Then she leaned in close, thankful for the three-inch heels she’d pilfered from Lysandra’s closet and breathed into his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re up in time.”

“So sure of how this night is going to go,” he said quietly, just loud enough for her to hear him, and she felt his hand skimming over the curve of her ass. “Fine. We’ll play for drinks.”

It turned out Rowan hadn’t been lying about pool not being his thing. They played three games back to back, and he lost them all, but every time he returned with a drink for Aelin, he had one for himself as well. By the time she dragged him towards the small dance floor in the center of the bar, they were both stumbling and his lips found her neck before his hands even gripped her hips.

His lips were soft, gentle, nothing like she had expected. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he was just getting tired, perhaps he was usually rough.

But, when his hands found Aelin’s hips and he brought her back into him, she felt that roughness. It seemed Rowan was the best of both worlds. Gentle when prompted, rough beneath the surface.

Aelin turned to him and slung her arms around his neck, bringing his lips to hers. Their mouths crashed into one another, and their bodies slowed until it felt like they were the only two on the dancefloor.

Rowan pulled away, just a little bit, and breathed, his eyes wild, “Aelin-.”

“Take me to your place,” she said, her mouth finding his, once again.

Before she knew what was happening, they were in the backseat of an Uber, unable to keep their hands off of one another. Thanks to it being a college town, the driver didn’t say a word, just dropped them in front of an upscale building, just off the east side of campus.

She noticed how nice it was on the short elevator ride up, but was much more preoccupied by the way his hips pressed into hers. He dragged her along the hall, his lips never leaving hers, until her back was pressed against a cool door and he was fumbling to get it unlocked. It swung wide and she gripped his collar, pulling him inside.

Throwing her clutch and coat by the door, Aelin let her hands dive into his cropped silver hair and he responded by cupping her ass and lifting her up. Her legs were around his waist and he carried her through the apartment and into his bedroom. Neither of them had any delusions about how and where this would end and Aelin felt like she was going to combust as he dropped her on the bed and gazed down at her.

His eyes were full of lust, full of hunger, a wild animal with his eye on his prey. He wasted no time stripping Aelin down and admiring her body with his hands, his tongue, his lips. Rowan may not have been good at pool, but he was right when he said he was far better at other things.

He worshipped her, and Aelin knew it wasn’t the alcohol when she was sent into utter bliss.

When he rolled off of her, breath still uneven, Aelin watched as he dealt with the condom and fell back into the bed beside her.

She cleared her throat. “I can go…if you want me to.”

Rowan turned to look at her, and she could tell he was still just as drunk as she was. “What? No, of course not. You said you’ve got an eight am, too, right?” She nodded and he tugged on her hand, pulling her closer to him. They were both still gloriously naked and she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “Then we can both make sure the other is up so we aren’t late. Or too hungover.”

Aelin snorted softly, resting her head on his chest. “I think that particular ship has sailed.”

“You’re probably right,” he mumbled and she could tell he was already starting to doze. She was on the brink of sleep herself.

Aelin decided then, as her eyes closed, that she didn’t care if she was hungover in the morning, or if she was late to her eight am. A night being praised by Rowan had been perfectly worth it.

[wearywinchester]

Back Again

Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When it’s time to say goodbye after a date, Dean finds that it’s a little harder than it looks to do just that.

Requested by @halietigges: “Hello! Can I please request a oneshot where Dean is driving the reader (gender neutral) home after a date and the two share a goodbye kiss before the reader leaves the car and returns back into their home?”

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: none—fluff, kissing

You sigh as you smile, content as ever as you walked to the car. Dean’s hand enveloped yours, keeping you close as you made your way along the well worn path. It was quiet, save for the growing breeze and the birds chirping before sundown, save for the two sets of footfalls over gravel. The clouds were rapidly becoming abundant as the breeze continued on, but even the impending storm couldn’t dampen your mood, couldn’t dissolve the happiness simmering in your stomach.

You felt a bit of relief when you caught sight of the Impala, the raindrops falling against your skin having been sparse but you knew it was only a matter of time before they’d pick up their pace. You quickened your step as you pulled Dean along, hearing his chuckle behind you.

“Easy there, sweetheart. The car’s not going anywhere,” he says, teasing in his tone as he wraps his hand around the door handle, opening the passenger’s side for you.

You spun on your heel as you looked at him over the door, his amused gaze catching yours as he began to walk around the front end to get to the other side. He stops in his tracks at the mere smile on your face, his lip between his teeth as he awaits your next words.

“You know,” you start, your smile widening even more as you look at him, “you keep sayin’ that, and maybe one of these time Baby just might prove you wrong, Winchester.”

He rolls his eyes at that as you duck into the car, closing your door as he opens his. You don’t fail to see the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth or the shake of his head, or the laugh that leaves his lips softly. His hand hovered over the key that sat in the ignition, his words on the very tip of his tongue as your words replayed in his mind. That’s when he turned to you.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, sweetheart?” He says, gaze fond as ever as he looks at you.

“You bet I do.”

His tongue swipes over his lips as he shakes his head once more, starting the car as his smile still lingers as he pulls out and looks at the road ahead. He turned on the radio, halfway through a song that he’d been quick to hum along to as he sped down the road.

It was the end of another date night amongst many, this one just as good as the last and the others before that. It was one that left you smiling to yourself as you looked out of the window at the trees and street lights passing by.

You’d gone to that diner in town, the one with those fries you swear are your favorite you’ve ever had. He knows that and it’s why he brings you there whenever he gets the chance, because that smile you’ve got on your face every time you get them makes it all worth it to him. That diner’s got that bacon cheeseburger he orders every single time without fail because nobody makes them quite like they do there. You know that and that’s why you pick that place every single time.

Your thoughtful reasons were unbeknownst to each other but still very much there each and every time.

He’d picked you up after he closed up at the garage for the day, having taken you straight to dinner the moment he found it in himself to stop looking at you like the lovestruck guy he knew he was. He’d never in a million years admit it though, no matter how much Bobby picks on him for it, no matter how much Sam teases him for it even for the years that built up to him finally asking you out on that very first date.

You were his best friend, the one he fell in love with and it took him a lot of stubbornness and a lot of Sam talking Dean out of backing out of making that move. He was glad he did and he wouldn’t admit that to Sam either.

He’d shown up on your doorstep with that famous Dean Winchester smile, the one that’d always seemed to be reserved just for you despite you being unaware of that fact. But just about everyone that knew the two of you were very much aware of it, it was hard not to be. You had your usual meal at that special diner you’ve alway found yourselves in one way or another for a number of years. You sat in your usual booth with all the contentment in the world as you sat there across from one another.

He’d snagged the last two slices of apple pie when it was nearing sundown, taking them to go and heading off to the one place you always went to. It was a quiet spot, nestled with trees standing tall all around the lake they framed. There was a wooden dock on the water’s edge, one you sat on together more times than you can count ever since you were teens who were too oblivious for their own good.

Now you were a couple of twenty-five year olds who’d finally worked up the nerve to be more than fools who’d pined for each other in secret, still oblivious to just how much you’d cared for one another.

You sat on the edge of that dock with your pie, a couple teasing jests shared amongst yourselves and bites stolen from the other’s slice. It was just the two of you there and you wouldn’t want it any other way than just that. It was your spot.

Dean Winchester wasn’t a man for fancy, best of the best restaurants, or the suits and ties and pristine fashion that come along with attending such a place. He wasn’t a man for wine and five course meals that cost way more than they’re worth. He loved greasy diner food and beer and the coziness that comes with eating in a place like that; it felt like home and it was comfortable. In fact, he’s still got some grease stains smudged across his cheek and under his nails from work. Still smudged on his t-shirt and the flannel he wore over top of it, his knuckles scraped up and busted from a car he can’t quite remember had been the cause.

He wasn’t one for expensive gifts, didn’t have the means for it despite the way he wanted to give you everything you deserve. It was one of the reasons he’d been so stubborn on talking himself out of taking you out on a date some time ago because he felt you deserved better than him, more than him, but that was something he’d push down forever because he’s quite sure that feeling wouldn’t ever go away.

Because despite that, he couldn’t keep himself from you, regardless of that nagging feeling he shoved down, he’d never be able to keep himself from anything that’s you.

But he wasn’t one for all that stuff in the movies and you couldn’t care less. You’ve got everything you need and there wasn’t a single thing you’d change about any of the dates he’d taken you on. You could do the same thing with him for forever and a day and not a single time would you find yourself growing tired of it so long as you did it with him.

You turned your head and looked at him, his gaze on the road as his elbow rested atop the ledge of the door as his hand draped loosely over the wheel. It didn’t take him very long to feel your gaze, his suspicions confirmed when he looks to his right and finds you smiling that smile at him, the one that makes him weak in the knees every single time.

He bites the inside of his cheek as he looks forward once more, and you know that look anywhere.

“You know, sweetheart,” he starts, throat clearing as the corner of his mouth quirks up a little more. “I heard if you take a picture, it might last longer.”

There it is.

You roll your eyes at his words, head shaking as you bite back your smile.

“You should maybe consider taking your own advice some time too, Winchester,” you say, your smile widening all the more at the look on his face, at the faux frown tugging at the corners of his mouth before his lips purse.

But that look didn’t last long, not at all as a quiet laugh fell from his lips.

You grinned as you looked down at your hands, at the small bouquet you held bunched in your loosened fist. It was a cluster of an assortment of flowers that didn’t match, picked spontaneously from the patches of wildflowers by the lake. It was something sweet that he thought of the moment he saw them, but it was something that made him make a mental note to get you a real bouquet next time.

But the small bunch of flowers grasped in your hand was more than enough for you, the look on his face when he’d plucked them from the ground and given them to you would be something stuck on your mind for a good long while and you were more than content with the idea of that.

The drizzling rain was steady as he pulled onto your street, the clouds having covered what was left of the sunset in favor of a looming gray, a contrast to the weather when he’d first picked you up. It didn’t seem like it would be stopping any time soon, heavy droplets pelting against the windshield and ricocheting off the hood of the Impala.

But that seemed to be the least of your concerns the very moment he pulled up in front of your house, parking along the curb.

You ran your tongue across your lips as you sigh, gaze looking out at the rain until it inevitably landed on green eyes as he’d done the same. He’d since turn the heat on low on your way home, seemingly a comfortable comparison to the chilly and gloomy evening weather just outside of the car. But when you met his gaze, just about everything else seemed to melt away and slip to the very back of your mind.

“I’m really starting to hate the idea of kissing you goodbye every time we go out on a date, you know,” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“So, you hate kissing me goodbye?” You jest, head tilted as you try your hardest to bite back your smile.

His lips purse only momentarily as his eyes roll, tugging you all the more closer as his hand settles on your cheek. Your cheeks burn with a light heat as the warmth of his breath sweeps over your lips, his smile very much there.

“Sweetheart, you know what I meant,” he murmurs softly, lips pressing to yours in a kiss almost feather light, lingering there for a moment or two. “It’s the goodbyes I’m worried about.”

Your laughter is quick to simmer against his lips and dissolve into a hum just as quickly as it sounded, his lips warm against your own as the pad of his thumb brushes along your cheek. The tip of his freckled nose bumps against yours as he tilts his head, his own smile pressing into his kiss.

In not so perfect timing, a crack of thunder sounded, drawing your attention away from him and to the more than obvious fact that it might be in your best interest to head inside before the weather worsens.

Your gaze flickers from the windshield to Dean, his lips kiss swollen and pink as he swipes his thumb over his bottom lip with a sigh, his head tipping back momentarily. But he finds he can’t keep his eyes from you that long, the fondness of the look he’s got on his face mixed with the dread of parting ways for the night melding together in his expression.

He had his hand on the door handle, ready to get out and hurry you to your door in the rain before you stopped him.

“De, there’s no use in having you get rained on too,” you say, your brow raising when his lips purse. You knew he couldn’t care less about that but he also knew you wouldn’t budge. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Night, sweetheart,” he says quietly in the close proximity as you lean over the bench seat, kissing him once more.

You braced yourself as you stepped out into the rain, rounding the front end of the car before hurrying up the walkway to your front porch, the rain having dampened you being less than ideal. But he waited, he waited until you got up to your porch, waited until you got your keys after fumbling for them, waited until you opened your door and got inside safely before he even thought about pulling away. He always did that and he always would.

It wasn’t until you closed your door that you sighed, back pressed to the wood surface as a sigh left your lips, breathless from your rain dampened jog up to your house and breathless with utter content as your eyes fell closed for just a moment. Your smile still lingered just as it had done almost the entirety of the last few hours, sitting on your lips as you set your flowers down, set your keys on the table by the door.

You had to admit, goodbyes were the worst part of every date, of every bit of time spent with the older Winchester. The thought of it always had dread pooling in the pit of your stomach and it’d felt that way for as long as you could remember, but the both of you were far too stubborn to admit just how much you hated it.

But you didn’t have much time to think about it with the knock that sounded against your door.

You spun on your heel and twisted the door knob, opening it a crack before the smile tugged at your lips in an instant. When you opened it fully, green eyes stood on the other side of it under the covered porch, a half smirk on his lips as your flannel sat grasped in his hand. The one you kept in there for safekeeping should you find yourself running cold.

You take your lip between your teeth as you look up at him, your amusement more than evident in your expression.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re making excuses just to see me, Dean,” you say, matter of factly as your hand remains pressed on the edge of the door.

“What do I look like, some sappy rom-com guy?” He asks, trying his hardest to sound offended in the slightest bit.

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

You watched those dimples appear by the corners of his mouth despite his ever present grin, his tongue wetting his lips as he looked away for a moment. Watched as droplets of water drip from the ends of his hair and roll down the bridge of his freckled nose to the very tip of it, dripping down to the ground.

You shake your head at his antics as you let go of the door, stepping out onto the porch.

“You really are something, Winchester,” you say.

You lean on your toes and settle your hands on his cheeks, lips brushing over his and your flannel drops from his hand in favor of wrapping around you his smile pressing into yours.

Goodbyes were what he’d dreaded most, even if he’d see you the very next day. It didn’t matter. You knew it’d be a matter of time before he’d shown up on your doorstep once more that night with a more than foolish excuse—he always did.

And you were fine with that.

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[huniebunny]

Hello i wanna request the "five times drabble"

Could i get

- five times watched

With jeff :)

[Hello, bunny! I'm so, so sorry I took so long!! I don't know if this is fully to par with your expectations and I'll rewrite it when I can if it's not!]

[Warnings: Not safe for tumblr, sexual activity, minors dni]

[5+1 prompts]

Every Part of You

Jeff couldn’t see very well, and he almost hated it. His other senses helped make up for his sight, but it didn’t take away that he hated it. He had to hunch over to clean his knives. He avoided reading at all costs, and Ben gave him shit about it too. He couldn’t even get a clear view of you on a good day. But.. there’s a few good things about not seeing. He could focus on your little details.

1

If there’s one thing he adored to watch for hours on end, it’s your hands. Everything about them is beautiful. The lines in your palm. Your warm pulse. It’s all beautiful and he could watch them all day. The way they glide over paper when you write. The way your bones protrude when gripping something tight. The crumbs left over on your fingers when you eat.

He smirked when you finally put your pen down, commenting how your hand hurt. He sat up and motioned for you to give him your hand. He grasped your wrist as gently as he could, leaning in to have a better look at it. His thumbs pressed into the muscles of your palm, massaging out the ache. He watched on as your fingers curled in and stretched out, completely majestic. He leaned in further and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm.

You pulled away in embarrassment, holding the hand he kissed close to your chest. He only grinned, asking if it felt better coyly.

2

Your breath was enchanting too. Almost every time you fell asleep around him, he’d get close enough to watch your shoulders and chest rise, then fall. He’d breathe along with the movement, and it never failed to calm him down from anything. It reassured him that you were still alive and that he wasn’t dreaming. Your sharp intake of breath alerted him when you woke up, followed by a throaty groan that he couldn’t help but chuckle at.

3

He pressed you up against the wall, close enough to get a proper look at your face, and his hands gripped your waist tightly. You trembled under him, and he caught every chill that rose over your body. His hands roamed your body. Your skin shivered, and it delighted him in more ways than one.

Being so close, his lustful gaze flicked to your jaw. It shifted, side, back, front, and followed by your adam’s apple bobbing. He licked his lips slow, taking each of his actions with as much patience as he can muster. So many enticing movements and gestures whenever he made you nervous. He leaned in closer, taking a deep breath of your sweet arousal.

“I’m gonna make a mess of you..” He whispered by your ear, and grinned as your shoulders raised up.

4

You had to face him when he fucks you. It was his personal desire to see your expressions when feeling such pleasure.

Your legs were tossed over his shoulders, practically folded in half as his hands held down your hips. Despite his chaotic and violent nature, he loved to edge you. His cock slowly slid out of you before snapping back inside. A whimper was forced from your throat with each thrust. His eyes searched your face. Your tongue grazing over your teeth. Eyes darkened and barely able to meet his gaze. He growled, burying himself inside of you. “Look at me…” He demanded. You followed the order and he practically purred as your eyes rolled up as he moved his hips again. He smirked, tightening his grip before plowing into you. He could do this to you all night.

5

But, more than anything, he loved watching your lips. You never gave him shit for being unable to read, and you’d read for him. He’d sit as close as possible to you and watch your lips form the words. He’d stare at them so intently that he didn’t take in any of what you were reading to him.

“Jeff?” He didn’t fully register his own name, until you repeated yourself. He shook his head before refocusing on your lips. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine… Just distracted.” You smiled and he swore that the upturn of your lips stole the breath straight from his lungs. Before you could ask why, he leaned in, locking your lips with his. His rough hand cupped the back of your neck, keeping you pulled in to the kiss, but he didn’t need to do that.

You were kissing him back. You were stealing the breath from him.

Once you finally pulled away, he was tempted to pull you back in. “Jeff, I have to repeat all of this now. No more kisses until we’re done.”

He grumbled but didn’t deny you.

+1

You loved watching him do pretty much anything. He gave everything such intense focus. It was endearing. Even now, he was curled up in the corner of the couch, hunched over his knives. He was so slow, gentle, and precise with cleaning and sharpening the blades. His brows, which grew back in patches, furrowed together and his lips hung open in a frustrated snarl. He was so focused, he didn’t even notice you watching him from the living room archway.

You chuckled, finally catching his attention. His head snapped up, sniffing out the new presence in the room. His shoulders relaxed when he realized it was just you and you sat on the other end of the couch. “Don’t mind me. I just like watching you clean up.”

His brows furrowed again. “Why the fuck do you like that?”

You chuckled again, resting your cheek in your palm. “You get this adorable expression on your face when detailing your weapons.”

A flushed came over his cheeks and he muttered as he got back to work.