#dummies are humans now and vice versa

[akemiai]

YTTD AU: Death Game By Majority Gamble

[ohmuqueen]

Thank you @just-a-dummie-not-the-dum-e and @atlantis-area for tagging me! ^_^

are you named after anyone? Not my first name, but my middle name is after one of my great aunts on my mom's side.

when was the last time you cried? Hmm. Last week, though I tear up frequently, usually thinking about how I miss my cats. I lost them both pretty recently.

do u have kids? No, and I don't plan to.

what sport do you play / have played? I never enjoyed sports. I do enjoy swimming but not in a sports context. I did do gymnastics verrrry briefly as a young kid (maybe 8, 9, or 10 years old?) but I don't think I liked it much, I didn't stick with it.

do you use sarcasm? Not often. Now it's mostly when I'm talking to my coworkers about the silliness of our workplace. I used to be sarcastic frequently in certain fandoms I used to write fic for, but I've left that behind (I don't miss it either.) Am I sarcastic a lot on this blog? Maybe, a little, secretly, in the tags >.> (I don't think many notice my tags, I'm not as vocal in them as I used to be)

what's the first thing you notice about people? Probably their expression, how they're looking at me, and how they talk. I guess this could be called a "vibe" but I think that would be different to different people. When I don't vibe with someone, or vice versa, I think it's they way they talk that stands out to me the most. Some people's tone can seem very off to me, or put me on edge, while rarely others are very easy for me to relax around.

what's your eye color? Green

scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I've enjoyed some thrillers but I don't enjoy the horror genre really, and I always have preferred happy endings (I have a lot of romance novels if that tells you anything).

any talents? I used to write, but I'm not sure I can now. I haven't given it up entirely though. And I used to sketch, and I still can do a decent drawing if I put my mind to it. I miss making art.

do you have any pets? I used to have two cats, I just lost my last cat on May 6. They left a big gap in my heart. I'm not sure I'll ever have cats again, though I will always adore cats the most.

where were you born? The state of Texas in the US.

what are your hobbies? reading fiction, trying to write, organizing my library, watching Youtube videos about human prehistory and history and other miscellaneous science subjects (that are simplified for laymen like me)

how tall are you? 154ish centimeters (5'1")

favorite subject in school? social studies when I was younger, then in college I loved all my literature studies courses the most

dream job? If I could quit my job and survive doing subsistence farming I would. But I don't think that's a solitary endeavor and I don't have anyone in my life who'd consider escaping to the wilderness with me ~sigh

I will tag @comerainxcomeshine, @chisaharu-chiha, @blingerish, @somnwritessometimes and @fireworksgalaxy~ Only if you would like to! 💜

[kaisa-ryo]

— Who needs more attention?

jujutsu kaisen

Characters: Itadori Yuji, Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Inumaki Toge, Sukuna Ryōmen, Nanami Kento

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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Itadori Yuji

Itadori.

Itadori. Itadori. Itadori. And once more Itadori.

He just needs to participate in your life so that you do not forget about him for a second. He will make every effort to become a part of your life, to become your fragment. He will write you the most meaningless messages every night, every morning he will write “Good morning! Do you want something? ", Will make the most unexpected surprises and gifts, go shopping for you and let you wear your clothes. All for your attention. And every day will be great as long as Itadori is there. He has a kind heart, and you can rely on him, he will always help if you need something. It will comfort you if you are sad or anxious. If you ignore him for a couple of days, he will fall into melancholy, but he will not stop seeking attention. He is like a real loyal dog. And when Yuji is around, you all plunge into an ocean of tenderness and care.

Satoru Gojo

Obviously you.

Often you see in him an unreliable person, confusing the innermost with a stupid joke, capable of both bailing out and saving. However, it has tremendous inner strength and integrity. It is an unpredictable ocean full of deep sea currents. But even that does not make you feel complete trust in him. Nevertheless, there are times when he speaks with you completely openly, talks about future plans for you and gives practical advice that you are unlikely to ever need. At such moments, you are already one hundred percent sure that he is the most reliable of those close to you.

Megumi Fushiguro

Mostly you. Well, or maybe both.

You find Fushiguro cute and funny when he may not be particularly romantic, but he tries his best to get your attention with anything. Usually he does this when he looks at you and realizes how lucky he is with his passion. Sometimes he even specially approaches you, hoping that you will become easy and pleasant with him. Once he came up and asked: "Do you want me to admire you a little more?"

It was at least unexpected. Usually no one demanded that of you. But this was exactly the case when he did exactly what you wanted, and not what was needed, or vice versa. It is no less pleasant when he teaches you something: self-defense, colloquial Japanese, etiquette, even the simplest — for example, how to eat sushi properly.

Sometimes you take the initiative and ask, for example, to zip up the back of the dress. Basically, both of you enjoy your time together.

Inumaki Toge

What can I say. The guy is afraid that you will lose interest in him.

— Tuna. Tuna. Tuna. Tuna. Tuna. Tuna. Tuna...

— Toge, I remember about the date. Stop muttering under my ear.

It is he who is the initiator of attracting attention. Are you passionate about something? He will come and watch. Moreover, it is not at all necessary to look towards the action yourself. The main thing is to look at you. Waiting for you to pay attention to him. Sometimes you even find those interested looks cute and touching. And in the end, he begins to reach out to you, wants to receive from you some good strong feelings, which at least somehow fill the boredom of existence. You can feel it. It may even be that they are not at all superfluous, these multi-toned views that you obey every day. But there is always a risk of being wrong about them. There are so many of them that you begin to gradually forget what exactly is the beauty of this gazing game. If you understand how pleasant and embarrassing it is, it will become much easier to relate to what is happening, and interest in it will grow rapidly.

The look is one of the gestures of showing love for each other and the perfect way to communicate without words.

Sukuna Ryōmen

Honestly, it's hard to say.

You would be very grateful if he treated you like a living person, not a soulless dummy. Although, he is not always so soulless. For example, once he told you that if he found a way to make you immortal, he would watch you for eternity and never leave you. Watching people (especially you) gives him as much pleasure as eating the most delicious dish. He would also endlessly listen to your lectures on society, women's things, gender relations, culture and feelings. Perhaps he just was not used to human revelations, which is why he liked you so much, because you are the first who accepted him as a person, and not a terrible almighty monster.

Nanami Kento

You.

There is nothing more pleasant in the world than evenings when you finally spend alone with each other. When you do not touch on topics about work, because he has enough of it in his life. When you have nowhere to rush. When you have something to talk about and something to laugh about ... You can continue this way for a very long time, because you have everything for a good mood. You can endlessly argue about how beautiful this night is, and knowing that a man has a lot to do tomorrow, you can't even imagine how good you are with him now. No, not at the moment, in general. By and large, you pick up each other until this very weekend.

[tarisilmarwen]

Anger born of worry or pleading for Izuku Midoriya, particularly if he’s worried about Uraraka or vice versa please! =3

@badthingshappenbingo

Title: “Close Call”

Prompt: Pleading

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Character(s): Izuku Midoriya, Ochako Uraraka

Warnings: Minor injury and action-related violence

AO3, FFNet, Request a prompt/character

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Groaning, Izuku raised his head from the pavement, every tiny motion horrifically painful despite the paralysis afflicting his body.

Across the street, half-buried under the same debris that piled across him, Ochako struggled up onto her palms valiantly, still mobile enough to fight, still standing firm.

Izuku wished he could move. Wished he could surge upright with a show of power, the familiar electric tingle of One For All sparking across his limbs like ominous lightning.

Instead he had to watch, helplessly, as the hulking villain closed on his friend, mechanical claw-like pincers snapping ominously.

The whipping scorpion tail lashing behind him had been his only obvious weapon at first. Large and bulky, disappearing under his clothes, they had assumed it was the fullness of his Quirk and had tried to avoid its strikes. But a glancing sting that had snapped across Izuku's arm had told them it wasn't something to mess with lightly. The paralyzing poison had sapped all power and strength from his limb, leaving it useless and limp against his side.

And that was before the claws came out.

The pro hero who had been accompanying them for this encounter, the closest one in range when they had reported the initial incident in, rushing to the scene to assist the two capable but still under-equipped students, was lying across the street in a pile of rubble, the villain's poison coursing through his veins, leaving him weakened and immobile as the villain continued to wreck havoc.

Izuku was still replaying the fight in his head, searching for alternate ways he could have moved, alternate methods he could have taken, instead of trying to get too close and getting an unlucky stab from the scorpion tail right in the base of his spine, leaving him locked up and weak and useless now as the man closed in on a frantic Ochako.

She was still trying to pry herself free of the cluster of debris that had dropped on her, when the villain's surprise mechanical claws had emerged to punch through concrete and steel, collapse a whole building on top of the three of them. Izuku could see her face screwing in pain, her back arching as she yanked at her legs, pinned under a wide metal support beam.

"U—Uraraka..." he strained, struggling underneath the crumbled rock across his own back. "You have to get out of here. Please," he begged, a frightened quiver in his voice. "Please just go. Escape. Now!" His voice got more frantic as he spoke, shrill notes creeping in. He was acutely aware of the villain's stalking presence, using his claws to pick through the extensive debris in search of them. "You have to get away!"

"D—dummy..." she said, pulling herself free from the pile and rising, shakily, to her feet, moving into a martial arts stance he recognized all too well from her practice sessions, arms up and at the ready, feet braced. "I'm not leaving you here to be killed," she declared with determination.

Izuku's voice strangled. Mixed admiration and terror closed up his throat, pinning him in place worse than the poison as he watched the tall, lumbering, hulk of a villain zero in on Ochako from across the ruined plaza, eyes alighting and fixating on her with a manic hunger, beginning to stalk over, every human footstep echoed by an ominous snap of his robotic metal claws.

"There you are, little doll," the man breathed, in a tone of voice that sent screaming tingles of fear down Izuku's arms.

Ochako herself paled a little, her raised arms wavering a tiny fraction, shaking minutely.

Seeing her fear, Izuku clenched his teeth, his curled fingers digging into the dirt and pavement, bracing, fighting back against the cold, suffocating numbness pressing him down.

The only response he got from his body were insignificant scuffles of his shoes as his feet shifted. Izuku panted and strained but couldn't make his limbs or Quirk obey, and now the scorpion-themed villain was looming over Ochako, mechanical claw drawn back.

"Uraraka move!" he screamed at her in warning.

She flung herself hard to the side as a punch like a flying timber beam slammed into the ground where she'd been. She gave a yelp, ducking under the lancing tail as the villain came about.

Her smaller size and her agility made it hard for the villain to track her, so for several tense moments she circled him, raising debris to use as projectiles, aiming them for his face and the weak joints of the mechanical claws.

Izuku watched, throat clenched tight and heart pounding. His fear skyrocketed when the villain decided to just sweep his right claw in a wide arc, catching Ochako in the stomach with the metal edge and tossing her like a featherweight ragdoll across the ruined plaza.

His throat strangled with an unheard scream, his voice lodging solidly against a block.

He could see the pink and white of her limbs splayed across the debris, her body unmoving. She looked so fragile and small, especially as the heavy footsteps of the villain lumbered past Izuku, paying him not a single second thought as he closed in.

Panicked worry and anger rang in shrill alarms inside Izuku's head.

"No..." he breathed thinly. "No no no no no, Uraraka get up! Get up!" he cried, calling out to her. "Please get up! Please!" he shrieked, fighting even harder against the paralysis. Tears burned behind his eyes, threatening at the edges. "Get up and fight! C'mon!" he begged her. "You gotta get up! Uraraka!"

She groaned, her eyes fluttering, turning her head but it was too late; with a heavy stab down the villain's mechanical pincers grabbed hold of her. She gasped, startled into alertness, her hands pushing down and straining at the block of metal pressing into her stomach as the villain lifted her up to eye level.

He sneered at her a moment before slamming her down against the ground.

"No!" Izuku shrieked, pressing his palms hard against the ground, a fury burning at the back of his head. "Leave her alone, leave her alone!"

Heat surged along his spine, fighting the cold numbness, and he could almost begin moving, almost.

The villain lifted her Ochako again, dazed and groaning from the blow, her visor cracked, blinking eyes lolling around and finding Izuku's frantic gaze.

She smiled towards him, bravely.

Her eyes flicked back to the villain, her face firming into flat and cold determination.

He held her in his pincers like she was nothing but a nuisance, looking down his nose at her with haughty disdain. "You were fun to play with, little doll. Any last words?" he taunted.

She coughed once, lightly, then let her eyes drift up towards the sky.

"R—Release."

Her clenched fingers moved apart.

There was a rushing sound as something heavy moved through the air. The villain craned his head up, and then his eyes widened as he spotted the falling object moving rapidly towards him.

Izuku strained his neck up to see as well and watched in awe and fascination as a heavy support beam from the collapsed building shot straight down like a makeshift rod from god, streaking through the air.

The short side impacted heavily against the villain's clavicle, denting his plated armor and almost impaling him as it knocked him down, breathless. He tilted backwards into the ground, hitting his head hard, and Ochako was flung from the claw as it released open at the impact.

She skidded and rolled, coming to a stop yards away, sitting up and tensing in case she needed to fight further but it was done, it was over, the villain was senseless on the ground and unmoving, his scorpion tail limp.

Izuku choked back a sob, the heat moving through his body finally, finally overcoming the poison and sending sparks down his back and legs. He scrambled out from under the debris, fumbling, dropping to hands and knees as his limbs responded sluggishly, stumbling and tripping over himself as he dragged his body over to Ochako.

She was only just picking herself up and turning to meet him in concern, as he flung arms around her once he was finally close enough.

"Uraraka..." he strained out, his nose buried in her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her shoulders and holding onto her like a precious lifeline.

She returned the embrace, pressing palms to his shoulders as she hugged him. "I'm okay," she promised. "I'm okay, Deku. I—I stopped him," she said, hardly able to believe it herself.

"I know," he blubbered. "You were amazing."

The two teens broke down, sobbing, clinging to each other as the weight of their near-miss with death crashed over them, the police sirens and flashing lights white noise on their senses as patrol cars began to pull up.

[by-kilian]

hey babe i just saw ur psa, im so proud & happy that ppl are responding well to u setting ur boundaries. it’s weird in general u have to tell people to have common sense regarding privacy & respect but none the less I respect u so much for spelling it out for some idiots. everyone asking about u writing for eren, I don’t think ppl realize how big the fandom is now, how a lot of people are new and demand content cause they are entitled, and that self entitlement turns into disrespect, some people don’t care that they are disrespecting an actual human being over a fictional character. eren is one of the most popular anime characters out there, it’s genuinely terrifying how ppl worship this fictional character & have no care in the world over who they hurt and disrespect over it. i always come to talk to you about topics like this, lack of respect, new anime fans and their entitlement, how stuff like this rarely occurred when I was 15 first starting aot, it’s crazy how things have changed. we’ve talked about how ppl being in quarantine has had this effect on people and now ppl lack the social skills to respect artists and authors, from my POV it seems people are lacking the understanding of separating fiction and reality. eren is not real. he is not a real person. he’s not gonna get hurt if people make fun of him or disagree with him. YOU on the other hand are real, you are a human being with emotions and people don’t seem to care because “how dare u stop writing for my favorite character because u were harassed, im gonna repost it and finish it myself” like??? HELLO??? here i am ranting again, but to cut it short, you are deserving of your emotions and boundaries being heard and respected and you can take your time with anything and everything in life. much love always xx

Thank you so much, honey. I mean some people are responding well to it. I haven’t checked my dummy email to see if that person has deleted that doc cause if they’re rude about it, I really don’t need that small annoyance impacting my week so it’s whatever. And I’m still dealing with reposts so it’s just something I have to get used to and will take down when I have time. 

It is awful that I have to *beg* people or even ask them or remind them to be kind lmao. 

However! What I will say is no one on this blog is bothering me about writing for Eren—the only time I’ve seen this discourse~ is twitter, which I occasionally search my name just to make sure no one has found me (yes, I am that paranoid) and saw that the few who have were watching my account to see when or if I’d write for him again which activated the petty in me 😂. All of you are fine though, so please, no one feel like they crossed a line or did anything wrong—you haven’t. 

I totally agree with you that people act insane over fictional characters and have a lot of trouble nowadays separating reality from fiction and vice versa. Some of the hate I received during that whole time was because people were mad I turned their fav fictional character into XYZ, and I didn’t even know how to tell them he wasn’t real because clearly they were beyond saving. Like you said—Eren is not the real person, but I am and if people are awful, the only person who gets impacted is me, the real person—not him, the fictional one LMAO. I’m glad that some people know that, like all of you, but it’s a shame not everyone does. It really shouldn’t have to be explained. 💀

And thank you always for your support and love. I’m very thankful to have all of you and this small community of readers again, not readers who only followed me for clout/popularity purposes or whatever else. I love y’all so hard! ❤️ Hope you are well and taking care of yourself. 

[almasidaliano]

“listen to your thoughts”

shout out to the god beings not only nurturing their god genes; also spreading truth and knowledge to the youth ‘bout what it all means. i got pulled away, i still exist within a hectic day to day however this seed simply must be spread.

here it is my two cents; listen with an open mind and then you decide what your inner truth is.

every definition society has written about what it means to be successful, accepted, even morally good are just distractions you can’t “visualize” because they’re ingrained in the way you conceptualize. i know that sounds strange, you see the things they don’t say, and/or label “fiction/fake/stay away” are answers to questions they don’t want to explain. they (& who the fuck is they anyway? they make your hell comfortable, so you found - contentment? and caved. so as their dreams went from pictures to reality, we?- scribbled on our paintings and took our place within this insanity? perpetuating stereotypes, ALL THE -ISMS, inequality, and innocent victims steadily die, because their hatred stained our minds. i’ll tell you a secret “power lies in the compliance.” the natives of this land, were too “peaceful” at the time to keep it. who the fuck is anyone to tell you who to be? or who you are? or what it is that you deserve? who is anyone to condemn you or even idolize your worth? NOBODY IS SUPERIOR DUMMIES. if you here, we all chosen in this realm for something. we are all one. you can’t be better at being me than me, and vice versa. your dreams are yours. YOUR CONFIDENCE, your DREAMS, YOUR VOICE, YOUR CHOICES- they are YOURS ALONE. when you enter this world you have to trust your senses as a baby, because you don’t naturally understand this language; or at least how to verbally communicate with it.

pop quiz : what’s society’s favorite thing to do to the youth?

answer? CRUSH THEIR DREAMS, teach them “discipline” and “obedience”. navigate their paths so they are fit their labels and view the rest of the world like that.

minorities are the majority. no one talks about that tho. the physiques of our black queens, they couldn’t copy to a T. so they redrew “beauty” so we wouldn’t fit the definition. colorism further dividing the unity we existed in. cause there’s this crazy misconception that “light skins” have it best; except we don’t cause in the end they treat us just like they treat them. the only difference is, we were their jestures, their entertainment. our humiliation satisfies them, something dangerous. we’re the guinea pigs, we’re the bastards, we’re the “mistakes” that weren’t mistakes until you saw our pigmentation. our thick curly hair and the magic we contain. envy beloveds, is a terrible thing. and reflections we love to to condemning the aggressors; it’s 2021 at this point are we any better? all this turmoils make y’all bitter. y’all keep telling them to change. they want y’all to fight so they can keep doing the same things. keep making you the villain, and taking your humanity away. change your ideology about everything. look into everything. take what hits, resonates and fits your ideal existence. if you believe in magic, you can do anything be persistent.

be original. be weird, it means authentic and eccentric. they coated their amazement with a tone of isolation, this cold negative connotation. don’t speak out, don’t stand out, they wanted to keep us caged in. athletes don’t have to dumb, nerds aren’t awkward at all, everyone can be friends, just takes a little respect that’s all. fuck your parents. fuck their ideas and their wants for you. if you want for you, why live your life based off of others? you owe no one anything. if you take advice and things go wrong, whose fault is it?

yours. why? because they ADVISED, can’t a soul make you do shit in this life. so only do what you want to, you’ll find more fulfillment, or at the least a lesson in growth. because no matter who you tryna please, the weight is all your own. so why not let it be your own?

money is nothing, if your times truly valuable. you shouldn’t do shit for money, cause you’ll hate the conditions of your routine environment that constricts your growth and then you can wilt away entirely. wealth and fortune are obtained by the bold, whether heinous or innovation it’s the risk the passion behind a dream one can’t not indulge in. if you wouldn’t die for what you’re doing, for how you’re living change that shit.

if being you makes people you thought you had leave, thank your ancestors and guides for the cleansing of your space. you have to love you like you love whatever you believe in. if your creator made you as you are, why you letting someone who has no idea what your purpose is, deter your focus?

ever heard of body dysmorphia ? they got society in a soul purpose dysmorphia. got warriors, philosophers, healers, teachers, leaders, builders, hunters, farmers etc., “magic” capabilities they got you convinced are just make believe, yet so a man thinketh so is he. you still w me? so look, maybe it’s hard, maybe it’s on the side of the unpopular opinion. matching energy ain’t what’s in, maintain your shit and balance will align with it. CONFIDENCE CONFIDENCE CONFIDENCE. away with putting ourselves down, self criticism is not self bashing.

really it’s the influence the outside seems to have on people. i got beat on and bullied because i’m a nerd an athlete and i’m pretty. i don’t “condemned” for disagreeing with certain interpretations and meanings within religion because they contradicted the things “followers” were being. in the end, i defended myself by any means, even got the congregation viewing the world like little ole me, i saved and kept saving the souls shelled up in the “outcasts” the “rebels”. even some souls in the pawns tainted and evil. because when i speak, you feel my meaning. i’m the poster child for every ounce of “difference” they’re trying to label “abomination” now, and still somehow i’m America’s favorite flower child. i am the voice for the weak, and the scared, and those who still don’t have courage to share, for those who think nobody cares; maybe they don’t, sometimes they will and sometimes they won’t, for those who feel nothing but anger, just rage; for the wanderers who don’t know whether they can effect change. you can do anything, YOU WANT TO DO. people die for no reason, they die with regret, they die after a life they never truly lived. honestly, for god sakes people just fucking live. as you see fit, make mistakes learn from them. network and connect with neighbors. don’t hate ignorant strangers.

create a force field for yourself, meditate and visualize the energy around you. keep all negativity and leeching energy away. remind yourself you are as you are perfection. everyday. and then just be okay?

a.

[peachyteabuck]

enemy of my enemy is my lover

summary: you planned on just going to a meeting with an adversary, hoping to gain more territory in the process. you left with something much, much better. 

pairing: mobster!bucky barnes x mobster!reader

words: 3,226

trigger warnings: smut (oral - f recieving and vaginal sex), mob dynamics

notes/other: this was inspired by ask received by @bucky-plums-barnes a long, long time ago about a mobster!bucky headcanon that describes the plot to this fic. while i could not find the exact ask (trust me, i tried), i credit the anonymous genius & gen heavily for inspiring this. thank you both!

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Each step you make is loud, sharp; the sound of heels clicking against the cold, cracked cement of New York City. It’s something, one of the things, that makes you powerful – sends this thick feeling of invulnerability through your veins, as if you’re some deity returning to her alter.

That feeling – one of untouchable power – has always been…sort of…hard for you to conjure. It’s not like you’re not not powerful in this world absent your fantasies. You run the second most powerful mob in the country! You’ve got a large pull in international trade! You’ve got major influence in congress and almost every state senate! You’ve got money, a smoking hot and super amazing boyfriend, and loyal coworkers. What else do you need?

Regardless of all that, roaming the streets at night never fails to send a special kind of shiver crawling across your skin. It’s a particular type of fear, one that makes you pull your steel grey coat closer to you as you roam the street, makes your hand cling tighter to the .45 in your deep, righthand pocket.

As you reach the alley where the deal you’re brokering is supposed to take place, your phone buzzes a few times in a row. You have an urge to check it, to make sure the man you love is okay, but letting your guard down now wouldn’t be wise. You’ve got to keep a keen mental sharpness about you to make sure no one kidnaps you (or worse) or fucks you over at your own deal, but still, the only person who would be texting you at this godforsaken hour is the man you left at home, and in this business you can never be too careful about the ones you care deeply about…

Your thoughts are interrupted (quite rudely, you might add), by the sound of a thick winter coat shuffling – as if someone were to be rolling their sleeves up. The noise of the fabric gets louder as the person – a man, you soon realize – steps closer. A man with sharp cheekbones and a dark beard and beautiful, pillowy lips.

His gaze, even under the dark baseball cap that lacks insignia, seems hauntingly familiar. You can’t place it, and it seems rude to ask if you’ve met before, given the circumstances. Still…something seems…recognizable about this mystery man.

You don’t realize it, though, until the man opens his mouth and asks about the new baby seal in the San Francisco zoo. It’s the right code, that’s not what throws you. Rather, it’s the gravely voice of the man you’ve been dating for years that stops you in your tracks.

“Bucky!?” you call out, completely confused and abandoning the correct coded response. “Why are you out here?”

Bucky, now meeting your eyes, seems just as bewildered as you are. “I, uh…I’m….what, what are you doing here?”

You have no idea how to respond, mind too baffled to form words. “Wh…what…”

You step closer, carefully – as if he was some rabid cat you found behind your apartment building. His beautiful baby blues are wide, eyes narrowed – you gasp when you get close enough to smell the cologne, his cologne, the exact scent you bought him for Christmas the year previous. “Are…are you…you’re…are you the White Wolf?”

Bucky visibly steps back at the mention of the street name – the street name of the guy who runs the mob that (similar to yours) is based in New York and works in black market goods. He tries to hide his shock, just in case what he thinks is happening definitely isn’t happening. In all honesty, Bucky can’t tell which one would be worse. “And, you’re uh. You’re…um…are you….are you She-Devil?”

If you were disoriented before, you have no word to describe how much your brain is short-circuiting at the thought that this man – the man you love, has secretly been running not only a mob, but a rival mob, this entire time.

“Do…wait,” you shake your head to try and collect your exceptionally scattered thoughts. “Are you the guy who wanted to negotiate territory with me?”

Bucky hesitates for a second, body tense and reluctant to say anything. You’re both still, not daring move a muscle and the both of you stare each other down. It feels like an eternity before he does anything, your surprise only growing as a massive, shit-eating grin spreads across his gorgeous, scruffy face.

It’s a look you know well, one you’ve come to both love and despise. It’s the same look he gave you when he told you he wanted to build (not pay someone else to build, build himself) a deck in a house you moved out of two months later, when he almost got a face tattoo, when he sold your house (you know, the one he wanted to build a deck for) to buy one three streets away. That’s the look he get when some grand idea that will probably turn out to be a disaster – the look that says “this may be a disaster, but the only way to see if it is will be to try it.”

In an instant, Bucky closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. As he arms wrap around you, you can feel him rub at the small of your back, just as he always does when he’s trying to keep you calm. “Yeah, babygirl. That’s me. I’m the White Wolf.”

You press your face in the warm embrace of his coat, muffling your speech. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

Bucky shrugs as he answers. “Didn’t want you to feel unsafe, I guess. Didn’t want you to worry about me.” He presses a kid to the top of your head. “Better question, why didn’t you tell me?”

You sigh, your small voice becoming even tinier. “I dunno…same reasons as you, I guess. Felt like I’d be dragging you into something you wouldn’t want to deal with.”

Bucky barks a laugh into the night, the sound reverberating off the tall buildings. “Seems reasonable.”

You pull away but refuse to make eye contact as tears well in your eyes and cloud your vision. For a mob leader, you’re very emotional. “Baby, are you sure? Like, are you sure this is okay? I mean, we kept this major part of our lives from each for literal years…like, does that say something about us as a couple? And we’re, like, rivals, we’re supposed to be competing against each other for money and goods and ports and clients and-“

Bucky cuts into your anxious ramblings by pulling you back into a tight bug. “Hey, hey! Baby, listen. This is a good thing! A great one, if you want it to be!”

You wipe at your nose with your hand. “Are you…what do you, are you sure? What do you mean?”

Bucky nods, eyes ablaze with excitement for the future. “Of course, baby, listen. Separate, our mobs are both powerful, right? We can agree on that. But together? With the territory, the influence, us...together, we could rule the fucking world.”

Technically, he isn’t wrong; with your strategy and Bucky’s brutal execution, your combined business could easily become the apex predator of the mob scene within the Western hemisphere. What Bucky had, you lacked, and vice versa. You’d studied his…business…for years (before you knew it was Bucky who ran the Pack, of course) as you climbed the ranks of your own mob. You know they have hands in several international black markets, have relationships with lots of lots of rich people who do lots and lots of bad things and pay lots and lots of money for those bad things.

Oh God, you’d never think being power-hungry and love drunk could feel so good. Your mind fogs over with all the things you could do if you had Bucky and his gang by your side, you could do anything. Simply by territory you’d be outgunning Hydra, let alone the combined wealth and human capital. You’ve never felt this exhilarated before in your life, the freezing night air electrifying your rib cage and-

Bucky and you grin madly. Wordlessly, you clasp hands and walk back to your shared apartment halfway across town. Both of you are silent until you’re safely inside your secured home. As you pull your hair up into a messy ponytail, Bucky began grabbing bowls for dinner.

“You know-” he said as he ladled soup out of the deep red Crock Pot. “Now that we aren’t desperately trying to hide our occupations from each other, we can move into a bigger house?’ Bucky says it like a question, but you know better.

Normally you’d tell him “no, of course we can’t do that, we can’t afford it.” But now that you both know that you’re each hiding hundreds of millions of dollars in offshore accounts, slush funds, and dummy corporations throughout the world…

“Sure,” you shrug. “Why not.”

Bucky grins like a child on Christmas. “If we’re gonna rule, we need the proper palace.”

You forego giving into Bucky’s terrible, awful joke to hang up your studded coat, to take off your business casual navy-blue pants and black button-up in, and change into a pair of workout shorts and some tie-dye hoodie you thrifted about ten years ago. Bucky calls them your “thinking clothes,” attire you wear specifically to center yourself, to clear your mind of everything except the task at hand.

During dinner, you and Bucky begin to plan how you can consolidate assets, personnel, jobs, and everything that comes with heading mobs. It’s a long talk, one that lasts long into the night and ends with hastily-drawn diagrams and maps strewn around your living room.

It takes hours and way too many pots of coffee, but eventually the plan for the merger is laid out in front of you – all the graphs and math and official language handwritten in your neat cursive (along with a few notes scrawled by Bucky) on over twenty sheets of pristine printer paper.

Bucky sighs happily when he sees it all finished. He’s standing, desperate for a bird’s eye view of the entire thing.

You, on the other hand, are much too tired to stand. You settle for, “How does it look, babe?” as you draw two lines for each of your signatures below both of your full names.

When you look up, you see Bucky – eyes twinkling with joy. “It looks…,” he sighs, happily. “Amazing. I love you so much.”

You giggle, drawing lines for a few witnesses (you’ll make a few of your associates sign tomorrow). “I love you, too, babe. Now, you still got that champagne from our visit to France?”

Somewhere between the front room and the wine fridge, Bucky had you pinned against the wall and was cupping your clothed pussy.

“While I think you look great,” Bucky murmurs against the hot skin of your neck. “You’re wearing just a little too much for me.”

In an instant he tears the skimpy shorts from your body, the sound of ripping fabric making you moan;

“Fuck,” you gasp as one digit, then another enters you. “Holy shit that feels good.”

Bucky pulls away enough to look you in the eyes, smiling as he watches your jaw slacken from the pleasure. “Yeah? You like that?”

If you could speak you would, but each word just comes out as a breathy moans. Your first orgasm hits you like a wave, Bucky pulling it from you with crooked fingers and his lips on yours.

When you come down Bucky carries you to the bed, undressing himself as you do the same.

He pulls you to the end of the bed by your ankles, pushing your legs up to your chest. He enters you easily – bottoming out within a few thrusts.

You and Bucky moan into each other’s mouths as he fucks into you.

“Oh God,” he groans, moving to kiss at your neck. “Holy shit!”

He rubs at your clit with the thumb of one hand as he bites bruises in your collarbones, desperate to hear the symphony of sweet sighs and deep moans as you near another peak.

“Come on baby,” Bucky murmurs into your lips. “Come on, cum around my cock for me.”

It doesn’t take much after that – a few more circles around your clit in time with his thrusts and soon you’re scream and nearly tears the sheets from how tight you’re gripping them and your whole body convulses from pleasure.

Bucky finishes himself onto your stomach, head thrown back in pleasure as he does so.

He takes a minute to collect himself, still panting as he grabs a tissue to clean you off.

After water and a snack (two granola bars you had stuffed into your bedside drawer an unknowable amount of months ago), you curl into Bucky’s chest, tracing the litany of tattoos there. “Weren’t we supposed to drink to celebrate?”

Bucky lets out a full belly laugh. “Probably. But the alcohol is all the way downstairs. Plus, I know something else I can drink to celebrate?”

You wrinkle your nose. “Only you? Why don’t I get to get drunk?”

Bucky just smirks, moving you off of him. You’re about to protest but begin to understand once he pushes the covers off the both you to make room for himself between your legs.

“Trust me,” he tells you, leaving kisses on your skin between every few words. “You’ll love this a lot more than any old champagne.”

And, of course, he was right.

The next day, you meet with your closest adversaries. While you two wait in the conference room in the building Bucky took over after it was condemned a couple years back, you can feel your heart ram into your ribcage. It’s less from anxiety and more from anticipation, knowing you might face major backlash from the people you trust the most.

The first to arrive is the woman you trust the most in this world: Natasha. She doesn’t move towards the table, simply stands just inside the doorway while staring you down. She doesn’t recognize Bucky, but doesn’t enjoy being below the eyeline of a man she’s never seen before.

“Natasha,” you say, desperate to remain calm. “This is Bucky. We’ve been together for five years. And he’s the leader of the Pack.”

In a fashion much atypical for Natasha Romanoff, her eyes widen slightly. “Oh…” she says after a long while. “Okay then.”

She promptly sits down with no further questions.

As with many business, heads and second-in-commands of mobs rarely come face to face. They have goons, messengers that do their footwork. Descriptions of the faces belonging those in charge pass around akin to rumors, only whispered quieter.

Which is why, when Steve comes in, he has no idea what to think until Bucky introduces you and Natasha.

By the time Bucky’s finished talking, Steve’s beat red. “Buck, what the fuck is this.”

“Just,” Bucky sighs, worried about his phrasing and angering his best friend on the face of the planet (whether that be Steve, for reasons that feel obvious, or you, for reasons that feel even more obvious). “Sit down. We’ll explain-“

“’We’ll!’” Steve nearly screams.

Bucky is the only one who flinches at the sudden loud noise. You finish his sentence for him. “Yes. Bucky and I will explain.”

Steve doesn’t like it, doesn’t like taking orders from a rival. Still, he sits at the large, oval conference table opposite Natasha.

The last two people to come in are the head of you and Bucky’s legal departments. Wanda gives you a single nod before sitting next to Natasha, a man Bucky addresses as “Tony” sits next to Steve.

You exhale deeply once the metaphorical dust settles, encouraging Bucky to begin the spiel he had prepared last night been orgasms four and five.

“Alright. We have,” he sighs. “We have decided to combine our two…”  Bucky struggles to find the right word. He worries for bugs and secret agents and misunderstandings, brain always struggling to remember that this is sacred, secret business. Any crack in any of the numerous protective facades could mean its downfall, along with the loss of billions of dollars and his life.

“Entrepreneurial endeavors,” you finish for him.

You hear Natasha snort, amused by the avoidance of saying gang and mob and illegal distributor of goods. The rest of your cohort are silent, unsure of what to say next.

Each beat of verbal inaction leaves you more fearful than the last, your heart getting louder and louder in your ears.

For what feels like forever, no one says anything.

Though, with the pounding of blood in your ears, they could be screaming obscenities at you and you wouldn’t be able to hear them.

The only thing that seems able to quiet the noise is Bucky’s fingers intertwining with yours.

Only then do you hear Wanda speak, her accent tinging each word. It’s comforting, to hear something so familiar.

“I assume you both have drawn up something that,” she eyes the man across from her with a look dusted with disdain. “Tony and I can look at.”

Bucky slides the thick document, held together in a beat-up binder you found under a bookshelf, across the table. Wanda is the one who stops it and looks into it first.

She says nothing, holding her tongue as she allows Tony to eye the document. He’s wearing dark sunglasses and pushes them to the corner of his nose as thumbs through it, looking bored and tired.

“Yeah, this shit looks good,” Tony says quickly, shoving the dark glasses back over his eyes. “Can we leave now?”

The resounding silence continues until you break it yourself, attempting to detail for Steve and Natasha what it all means. They listen diligently and sign where needed, Natasha being decided on as the most likely to type it up into an official document and send it to the necessary parties.

Once it’s all over, you and Bucky ride down in the big, glass elevator together – excitement electric in the air.

“How’re you feeling?” Bucky asks. It doesn’t seem to be out of concern, even if tears of happiness are pricking at your eyes.

“God,” you tell him, voice breathy and ecstatic. “I don’t even know how to describe it. I just, I don’t know. I’ve been so terrified I’d have to hide this forever – or that you’d find out, or that someone would figure out who you were. And now…I just,” you wipe at your eyes, and Bucky pulls you into his chest. “I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I know you’re protected. And I don’t have to hide this from you. And I’m so fucking happy about it.”

Bucky kisses the top of your head, tucking you under his chin. “Oh, baby. Darling I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.”

The two of you stand in silence, holding each other until you have to exit. Neither of you say anything until you’re both in the car, safely on your way back to your shared home.

“We’re in this together right?” you ask, looking at Bucky as he keeps his dark eyes on the road.

Regardless he smiles, moving his right hand from the wheel to rest on your knee. “Always, baby. Always.”

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Idk if anybody asked you this but... DOMESTIC MODERN AU WITH KAIGAKU.

ahshahahahaj ANON YOU'RE SO BRAVE, I DROPPED EVERYTHING I'M PLANNING TO WRITE TODAY.

I saw Kaigaku as problematic character at first, from Himejima incident until he became demon. But now, I didn't think he's purely evil.

This dynamic is kinda different from other DomModernAU I wrote, but I really hope you like it when it comes to understanding your partner.

Kaigaku x Reader (Domestic Modern AU)

You met Kaigaku first in high school when he's... Well, let's say, not in so good state. He was all beaten up in the corner of the street, with bruises and scratches everywhere.

You offered him a hand, but he just slapped it out and said, "Get the fuck out."

But, since everybody labelling you with 'Stubborn girl', you didn't give up. He did angry and tried to pulled out his hand when you grabbed it.

"Stay still." You didn't care, you had strength to make him being a good boy and finally, he let you treat his wounds.

You put giraffe figure plaster to cover his scratch on the forehead. "Done. You're Kaigaku, right? I'm (y/n). We're in the same class. I don't know what are you into but please take care of yourself."

You stood up and leave that place, leaving Kaigaku who dumbfoundedly sat there.

It was an old story, and you still wondering how the fuck he could end up stole your heart. You're both university student, and Kaigaku took the same class as you.

And now you wake him up in the morning like a daily couple should be.

"Kaigaku, wake up."

He jumped and sat in no time, yawning and looked at your bed hair.

"Bird nest." He ruffled your hair before went to the bathroom.

After clothings and vice versa, you cooked breakfast. He stared at you silently.

"Is there something matter?"

"Your satin, I don't like it. It's too transparent. Change it to hoodie or something."

"It's just-"

"Change it." You sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. After I finished this one."

He was almost like that everyday, scanning on what you wearing and didn't want you to be flashy. But you know, deep down, he just don't want anything happened to you. He's an overprotective type.

He stood up and hugged you from behind. "Are you mad at me?"

"Guess." You turned off the stove, putting two eggs on the plate and looked up at him.

"Huh, is that a challenge." He kissed you on the lips, light-bite your lower. You bite his upper lips, cupped his cheek, brought him closer.

"Not now." You pushed him while he grinded his hips towards you. "We have class, Kaigaku."

He clicked his tongue and brought the plate after stealing forehead kiss from you.

"Kaigaku is a bad influence. Did you ever consider breaking up with him?"

"There are so much people better than him."

These words were from your daily conversation with your uni's friends. It gradually asked until you become bored of it.

"No."

"But-"

"Do you know the proverb that saying, "Even demon could shed tears too"? He probably looked like a bad guy, but I still believe that he has good side."

You believed in him. And he never break your trust towards him.

He really became tame and good boy when you are around. On the other hand, people were really afraid of him.

But Zenitsu, his only 'friend', didn't really close to him

When Kaigaku took your seat and you queued up on cafeteria, you met Zenitsu. He asked about how you're doing with him.

"I had to admit, I adored your bravery, (y/n)."

"What, no..."

"Everyone distances themselves from him, everyone saying that he forced you into this relationship, but I know he's not and you're different." He scratched his cheek. "Somehow, as his 'friend', I should thank you. Our grandpa really at ease when he knew you're there to make him better."

That's how Kaigaku portraits around him. Scary, malicious, and unscrupulous.

You didn't pity him nor change him fully, you know you aren't God, you can't change human's trait easily as flipped your palm.

But instead, you taught about kindness, adoration, gratitude and appreciation. Slowly, but steadily, until he understanded the essential of being alive.

And having a partner.

That's how you live and you don't want to be bothered by some merely comments and opinions.

Simple, you love him because he's Kaigaku.

Kaigaku probably wasn't romantic type but he always made sure to give you enough affections everyday.

Like, on day-off, he baked apple pie out of nowhere, and shoved it on your face.

"Eat."

"You made this?"

"Ya." You take a bite, feeling the crunchiness on outside and melted inside.

"This is great, it's delicious! I don't know you could make apple pie."

"Well." He became smug. "I know I could cook better than you."

"Then, you should cook for dinner instead of me."

"No, I don't want to, I'm lazy."

"You little dipshit." He laughed while putting the plate on the table.

"Beside, I love your cooking more than anything else." He mumbled.

"Hm? You said something."

"Nothing, wipe your mouth geez."

He's actually smart and often taught you on exam when you met difficulties, but you had to hold your grudge to punch him because he often called you "Dummy" whenever you asked him about a question you don't understand.

But in the end, his teaching method is the best for your dumb brain.

And scolding, he's more garrulous, even more than your mom. He would correct almost everything wrong on your life.

Which one life's is being 'corrected' right now, you're so confused.

Sometimes, both of you went on date. But not really often, because he growled at people who stared at you for too long. You just chuckled, because you thought he's like a dog or wolf and he became flustered. He thought you didn't deem it seriously.

You literally didn't have to do anything, just smile everyday, and it will make him soft.

He always picked you up from your night shift part-time work.

Because one time you went home alone, he's panicked because you didn't pick his call nor came home on time. So he hurriedly went to the convenience store you worked on.

And you were there just in time before closing the store.

"Kaigaku, why are you here?" He rushed and hugged you, put his head on your shoulder. You could feel him trembling. "Calm down, okay? It's not like-"

"You didn't pick my phone! I thought there's something happened to you! I- I couldn't-"

"I'm sorry." You caressed him back. "There are so many things I had to sort on. That's why I came home late. I forgot to bring my charger with me. Sorry for making you worry."

After that, he will wait for you in front of the store while gazing at the sky. When you finished, you went home together with him.

He often told his problem and people who nag on him when it's dinner time. Sometimes, you listening, sometimes you gave your opinion. Nothing much.

If there are no assignments, you sleep earlier with him. He likes to put his nose on your crook, or your chest. The inside beat made him happy, knowing you still beside him until today.

You usually slept first.

He awoke at night, not feeling sleepy at all, so he just stared at your peacefully sleeping face, while slowly caressing your cheek. He pulled something from his neck, omamori necklace you made for his protection.

It was made by brocade silk bag and the lace was made by satin.

He opened the silk bag, and took a thing from its inside.

Something really precious for him. For the first time in forever, there's something he cherished and protected with his heart.

The giraffe plaster.

[black-wolf066]

I had fullmetal alchemist brotherhood playing in the background cause I couldn't sleep last night. Then I had a damn dream where Klaus was Edward and Ben was Alphonse... and now I need this AU like I need air. Also, hands down, Dave would be Winry. Diego would probably be Mastung with Patch as Hawkeye (or vice versa) maybe even Five as Mastung and a human Delores as Hawkeye (or a transmutated dummy?). The rest of the siblings would be part of the place too. Like Luther would be Alex Armstrong, maybe Five (if I don't do him as mustang) or Allison would be Olivier. Hazel would probably be Greed/Ling. Five could also be a good Izumi/teacher with him trying to bring back Delores instead of a child...

Still need to think about Vanya and Cha Cha but the commission would def fill in the bad guy roles. (Also there would be no incest, per usual for me cause ew. And I'm still debating on if all seven should still be siblings or just Klaus and Ben, and whoever I pick for the Armstrong's hmmmm).

(Idk, I just really needed to get this out!! But I'll figure it out more in depth later tonight, when I get time to do so.)

[avengerscompound]

Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk:  A Ironhawk Fanfic

Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Word Count:  3113

Pairing:  Clint Barton x F!Reader x Tony Stark

Warnings:  Dirty talk, Smut (Bisexual MMF threesome, D/S.  Sub Clint, a little bit of name calling, oral, anal and vaginal sex).

Synopsis:  You pretend to be asleep as Tony and Clint talk.  When they notice you’re awake things heat up.

Pillow Talk

It was easy to forget how large your bed was.  It was ridiculously large.  Obscenely large.  The first time Tony had brought you back to his place you were pretty sure you needed a map to find your way back off it again.   Not that it happened very often but if he slept on one side and you on the other it was like there was a whole ocean between you.  You could be in the bed alone and he still be right there with you.

When Clint started sharing the bed with the two of you it had still been enormous.  You could still all three stretch out completely and not touch if you wanted to.  Maybe that’s why it worked so well for the three of you.  Sleeping positions could be altered easily based on mood or the current temperature.  Not that the temperature fluctuated much thanks to FRIDAY.  Still, you could go to sleep all in a pile and end up stretched out.  Vice versa.  Two of you together while one was off to the side.  Or any combination really.  When you were a bunch of human disasters, maybe a big bed made it work?

It certainly helped with the fact your two specific human disasters never fucking slept.  A mixture of trauma, untreated mental disorders, and bad habits picked up over the years seemed to have left Tony and Clint in a perpetual state of living on caffeine and adrenaline.  Clint would occasionally crash for what felt like days.  Tony, not so much.

It was nice when the three of you could have a nice peaceful night sleep together.  As much as people like to say they sleep better with someone else there, that really didn’t help that much in reality.  So on days that their minds wouldn’t settle, or they tossed and turned and couldn’t be comforted, you could sleep at least.

It did mean that you would often fall asleep or wake up to them talking.  Not that you minded.  It was pretty entertaining actually listening to them chat about the weird things that passed through their sleep muddled heads.

“Tony,”  Clint’s loudly whispered word cut through the sound of the building’s air conditioning and the soft tapping of Tony using a tablet.  “Are you awake?”

There was a shifting of Tony beside you and a thunk sound of what you assumed was a pillow hitting Clint.  “Ow, what the fuck?  Why…? Oh shit…” Clint babbled and shifted around.  You dared to sneak a peek at him to see what was happening.  He was sitting up looking bleary-eyed and putting his hearing aids in.  You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself laughing and closed your eyes again hoping to doze back off.

“Sorry.  Guess I was still half asleep.”  Clint said, sounding requisitely sheepish.

“It’s okay, Link.  You’re okay?” Tony asked.

“Mmm yeah.  Dreamt about being in surgery only they just kept taking more and more organs out of me and there didn’t seem to be any end to them.”

“That's… Disturbing.”

There was a dull ruffle sound as Clint ran his hand back and forth through his hair.  “Yeah,”  He said.  “What are you doing?”

“Reading.”

“What are you reading?”

“The latest Journal of Thermoplastic Composite Materials.”

“Oh… Any good?”

Tony laughed softly.  “It’s okay.  Did you need some cuddles, little bird?”

“Yes, please,”  Clint replied.  The bed bounced and dipped as Clint climbed over you and curled up into Tony’s side.  There was the soft wet sound of them kissing for a moment and you shifted and dared another peek at them.  Tony was sitting up against the bed head and Clint had curled up with one leg over Tony’s lap and his head resting on Tony’s shoulder.  Tony hand cradled Clint’s jaw and they kissed slowly and tenderly.

You let out a soft breath and closed your eyes again.

“It’s alright.  I won’t let anyone steal any of your organs.” Tony said softly.

Clint chuckled.  “Okay, smartass.”

They went quiet for a little while and you actually did start dozing off again.

“I always love watching her sleep,”  Clint said breaking the silence and you tried very hard not to smile.

“Yeah, she’s always so peaceful.  I like watching her too.”  Tony agreed.

“Plus she sleeps naked.”

Tony made a small huff sound like he was suppressing a laugh.  “Yeah, that’s a bonus.”

It went quiet again and the dry scratch of Clint’s calloused fingers traced over your shoulder.  “I keep waiting for the day you both realize what a mistake you’re making that it should just be the two of you.”

Tony sighed and there was a click-click sound as he put his tablet on the bedside table.  “I pretty much feel the same way about you both.  I mean, I already proved I wasn’t enough on my own haven’t I?”

“Woah.  Tony.”  Clint gasped and shifted quickly dragging the sheet over you as he sat up onto his knees.  “It wasn’t like that.  You know it wasn’t like that.  That was really mean.”

Your own heart clenched and you considered sitting up and arguing with him too.  He knew the words he was saying weren’t true though and truth was you kind of wanted to hear what they would say.

“I know.  I’m sorry.  I don’t know why I said that.  I - uh - you know.  Right?”  Tony stammered.

“Yeah.  Me too.”  Clint said quietly.  “And I know why you said it.  Because I feel it too.  What we have isn’t normal.  It’s never going to be normal.  And people just look at you and go ‘well if anyone was going to settle down with a guy and a girl it would be Tony Stark’ so we get away with it.  But I still keep thinking, Clint, you fucked up every good relationship you’ve had and maybe this one is only working because you’re only half a person and you need someone else to be the bits of you that are broken and there is no way you could ever be enough for either one of them on your own’.”

You felt the desperate need to cry.  You shouldn’t be listening to this.  If they wanted to talk to you about this they would talk to you.

Tony took a deep breath.  “You’re obviously enough on your own.  You were married for God’s sake.”

“Was.  Past tense.  Look how that ended up.”

“You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“Oh no?  Watch me.”

“You had it though, Barton.  You got there.  I have one failed engagement and a long, long series of one night stands.  At least you manage long term.”

“I don’t manage long-term or I would still be married.  Besides at least you never cheated on anyone.”

Tony laughed.  “Are we really arguing about who sucks at relationships more?”

Clint’s laughter joined Tony’s and the bed dipped as they moved closer to each other again.  “I guess we were.  Let’s just agree we both suck and maybe that’s what works here.”

“Yeah.  That and she might be some kind of broken Avenger adhesive.”

“Was she in that journal you were reading?”

Tony laughed again but it was smothered by the sounds of them kissing again.  You opened an eye to watch them.  You thought they might be the biggest dummies you knew.  You wished they could see in themselves what you saw in both of them.

“Tell me about how you decided,” Clint said.

“Jesus, Barton.  How many times do you need to hear this story?”  Tony asked.

“It’s just incredibly hot,” Clint said and shifted again.

Tony huffed.  “Well, then.  We had been seeing each other for a while.  It was just on that border of being really serious.  Sex all the time so she was sleeping over a lot.  But still not having had the relationship talk.”  He said.  “We were ranking pretty much everyone about how likely it would be for them to have a threesome with us.”

“Mmm…”  Clint hummed.  “Where did you rank Thor?”

“Extremely likely.” Tony chuckled.

“And Steve?”

“When hell froze over.”

There was the soft sound of them kissing again and a muffled moan from Clint.  “And me?” He asked breathlessly.

“I said you were a little slut and it would be no problem.”

Clint started giggling.  “She didn’t believe you.”

“No, she did not,” Tony confirmed.  “But you are a little slut aren’t you, my bird?”

Clint made a choked moan. “Mm-hmm…”

“So I said if she was really serious about the threesome I’d prove it,” Tony said.  “And I invited you up to the penthouse.”

“That’s one way to put it.”  Clint giggled.  “Say it.  Say what you told FRIDAY to tell me.”

“I told her to tell you to come upstairs and I’d fuck the shit out of you,” Tony growled.

Clint moaned and you opened your eyes a crack.  Clint was straddling Tony’s lap, looking down into his eyes.  Tony had wrapped his hand around both their cocks and each time Clint rolled his hips it made them side against each other.

“I came up and FRIDAY told me you were in the bedroom.  I went in expecting to be pranked but the two of you were fucking.”  Clint said.

“Mm-hmm… I got up and came over to you and said to go eat her out while I owned your ass.”  Tony growled.  “After that, we couldn’t seem to get you out of our bed and here you are now.”

“No regrets?” Clint asked.

Tony shook his head.  “Not a single one.”

Clint brought his lips to Tony’s and kissed him hungrily rutting his hips against him.

You let out a small squeak as you felt your cunt flood.  Clint pulled back from Tony and looked over at you, his pupils were completely blown out with lust.

“There’s our little princess.  Did you have a nice sleep?” He asked.

“Mmm yes.”  You hummed sleepily.

Tony chewed on his bottom lip as he assessed you, his hand still moving up and down their cocks in slow deliberate movements.  “You get a little something out of watching your men kiss don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.”  You hummed pressing your hand between your legs.

They started to kiss again. This time it was more graphic.  Like they are putting on a show for you.  It was hot and you pushed your hand against your mound to relieve the buzz that was growing there.  You did like watching them when it was more genuine though.  You liked to see them together.  You had your own reservations about the relationship and for you, it wasn’t that you didn’t feel enough on your own.  You always worried you had talked two people into something they didn’t want but were doing to keep you.  In the back of your head the eternal question was if they wanted to be together with each other, why weren’t they before you had made that bet about Clint?

When you caught them talking like they had been this morning.  Kissing and being genuinely into each other, it eased your mind.  It was the three of you.  Not just you and two slightly unwilling participants.

You hummed and ran your hand up Clint’s thigh.  “How does it feel, Clint?  Tony rubbing his cock on yours like that?”

Clint mewled into the kiss.  “Good.  Uhh… it - it feels really good.”

Tony kissed Clint’s throat slowly.  “I think you should make our little princess feel good too, Clint.  How about you go finger her for a little while?”

Clint swallowed hard and climbed off Tony’s lap.  You looked over at Tony and he smirked at you.  Clint began to kiss your throat.  His fingers slipped between your folds and he slowly started stroking them up and down.  Pressing down on your clit and moving back to your entrance.  His thumb circled your clit and he pushed a finger inside you and began fucking you with it.

You moaned and relaxed into his touch letting the buzz creep through you from your cunt out.  “She nice and wet for you, Clint?”

“Mm… so wet, Tony.”  Clint hummed.

“Let me taste then.”

Clint pulled his fingers from your cunt and offered them to Tony.  He pulled them into his mouth and began sucking them clean.  “Clint, while you’re there, maybe you should suck Tony’s cock.”

Clint whimpered and crawled down between Tony’s legs and ran his tongue up the length of Tony’s shaft.  Tony looked at you and bit his bottom lip.  He pulled you up next to him and kissed you hungrily as Clint pulled Tony’s cock into his mouth.

Tony’s kept one hand in your hair and the other in Clint’s as Clint bobbed up and down on his cock.  He would pull back and drop back down making himself gag, which in turn would make Tony’s hips jerk and him moan against your lips.

You started to feel Tony’s abs tighten under your hands and his breathing became shallow.  He broke the kiss with you suddenly and guided Clint off his cock.  “Okay, okay.  You’re playing favorites.  We can’t have that.  Time to go eat some pussy, little bird.”

Clint crawled between your legs and you spread them for him.  “Did you like sucking Tony’s cock?”  You asked, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Yes, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, honey,”  You hummed.  Clint ducked his head down and ran his tongue up the length of your pussy.  You relaxed back against the bed head as he began to work his mouth on your cunt.  Tony leaned in and began sucking on your throat and stroking his hands through Clint’s hair.

Clint’s tongue swirled around, he nipped at your folds and pushed it inside of you.  When he started sucking on your clit he brought his finger into the mix, pushing them inside you and stroking them over your walls.

You let yourself fall apart for him.  Moaning and bucking your hips under his mouth as he brought you closer and closer to your climax.  “Oh god!  God, Clint!  I’m gonna come.”  you babbled as you felt it pressing down in your core.

Your words seemed to make him double down his efforts.  His fingers moved faster and he sucked your clit into his mouth and ran his tongue quickly back and forth over it.

You cried out as you came hard arching up under him.

Clint sat up on his hands and knees and looked at you expectantly.

“Hang on… Just let me… Catch my breath.”   You panted.

“Come here,” Tony said pulling Clint into a hard kiss.  You watched them for a moment as your orgasm high flattened out.

“So who should I get to fuck who?”  You hummed, pointing from Clint to Tony and back again.

“Oh, she’s toying with us.”  Tony purred, as he stroked the back of Clint’s neck.  “Go on there, dear.  What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking it might be pretty great if Clint just fucked you right into the mattress.”  You mused and Clint let out a strangled moan.  “But, then I know you’ll get him to do something to me to pay me back.  So I think Clint, you should let Tony fuck you.”

Tony licked his lips and grabbed lube from the bedside table.  “You heard the lady.”

Clint got on his hands and knees and Tony moved behind him.   He poured lube on Clint’s asshole and began to finger it, getting him to relax and prepping him to take his cock.

“Tony is taking such good care of you, Clint.  Do his fingers feel good inside you stretching you out?”  You hummed running your hands along his jaw.

“Feels so good, baby.”  He moaned.

Tony lined himself up behind Clint, slicked his cock and eased inside of him.  “Fuck.”  Clint groaned.

“Should he fuck you hard, Clint?”  You purred.

“Yes.  Yes… please.”

“Don’t come now, will you?”

He shook his head and mewled as Tony began to pick up his pace.  He braced a hand on Clint’s shoulder as he thrust into him.  “That’s it, Clint.  You feel so fucking good.”  He growled.

Clint moaned and his head fell down into your lap.  You stroked his hair and leaned up kissing Tony.  Clint moaned and whimpered loudly as Tony became more and more breathless.

“Oh god.  God.  Fuck.  Tony.  Please.  Gonna come.  Fuck, Tony.”  He babbled, trying to hold himself together while his cock throbbed and twitched.

“Just … a … little … bit … longer…”  Tony grunted as he thrust into Clint.  With a hard snap of his hips, Tony came inside Clint biting down on his shoulder as he did.

“There you go, baby,” You hummed as you stroked his hair.  “Was that good?  You like when Tony fucks your ass?”

“Yes, feels so fucking good.  Too good.”  Clint moaned.

Tony slipped from within him and flopped down on his back.  “Okay, now I want you to fuck her pussy.  From behind.  As hard as I went on you.  Pull her hair.”

You chuckled and shook your head getting on your hands and knees and swatting at Tony as Clint eagerly moved behind you.  He bunched his hand in your hair as he lined himself up to your entrance.  With a quick jerk, he slammed into you and giving you no time to adjust he started fucking you hard.

You groaned and almost fell forward but Clint’s hand in your hair held you in place.

“Looking good, Clint.  Tell me how it feels fucking that pussy?” Tony asked.

“Fuck, Tony.  Feels so good.  So wet.  Not gonna last.”  Clint mewled.

“Here let me help you out there, buddy,”  Tony said and reached under and began rubbing your clit.

You completely lost control.  It didn’t even feel like your legs could hold you up as Clint pounded into you.  Pleasure surged through you, your nerve endings felt overstimulated and crackling.

You came, crying out loudly and leaning back against Clint.  Clint groaned as the clenching of your cunt brought him over with you.

The three of you collapsed down, spread out on your backs like starfish.  You and Clint still panting heavily.  None of you actually touching each other.

Slowly you began inching closer together until you and Tony were curled in around Clint and most of the bed was empty.

“I think, we should go take a shower and then I’ll make eggs,”  Tony said.

“And coffee,”  Clint said sitting up.

“Of course and coffee.  What am I some kind of heathen?”

The three of you clambered out of your obscenely large bed and went to the bathroom together leaving it disheveled and very empty.

[djackson190-blog]

Introduction:

Hi, my name is Damaya. I’m an 11th grader at Lawndale High School. Now, I’m sure you guys have heard of the Coronavirus lately. It’s been the topic of discussion for I’d say about 2 months now. In my blog, I’ll be discussing the effects of which Covid-19 has on our society today.

Alright hey guys! So, it is March 21st and earlier this morning at 12:00am, it was announced by the California Governor issues statewide lockdown for 8 weeks or more possibly. The reasoning for the lockdown is to prevent the coronavirus from spreading even more and to keep people safe. This is crazy! I don’t go back to school until May 1st (for now). I’ll update you guys more once I find out anything else about Covid 19.

What are your thoughts on the government putting the United States on lockdown? Are they doing it to protect us? Some people believe this whole thing is a hoax for something that might be happening in the future.

Do you believe the California will open in May or by the end of the year considering how bad the outbreak is?

Recently, Atlanta reopened their parks, beaches, stores, etc. This should be a good sign that COVID-19 is being controlled.

If you lived in Alanta, would you go outside right when they announced that places are reopening?

This Pandemic has affected many people and their families. Many parents have lost their jobs due to the coronavirus spread and in result have lost their homes due to bills not being paid and money not being made. Many families aren’t able to afford food because of lack of money. Not only are the parents going through hard times, but children are too. Let’s take into consideration all the children who are suffering from any mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, ptsd, etc. staying quarantined and isolated can trigger any episode or outbreak. Now that schools have shut down, these children don’t have an escape. This pandemic is affecting everyone.

Do you believe schools should reopen considering these children’s mental disorders? Do you believe parents should get their jobs back, but take safety precautions?

Often people believe the coronavirus was blown out of proportion due to the media. People say that if it weren’t for the media, we would still be outside and places would still be open. Do you believe this? In my opinion, I don’t. I believe the media is in face a good resource, without it we wouldn’t really know much about the coronavirus and it’s spread. Although I do think that the media does lie about some of the statements about how the coronavirus is spread, who it can affect, and whether there’s a cure or not, I do believe that the media also says a lot of truth about the coronavirus too.

What do you think about the media and it’s effect on society’s way of thinking?

Now, there are many lessons we can learn about this crisis. Like safety precautions. A lot of people don’t wash their hands as often as they should or don’t sneeze into their arm, sanitize shopping carts, etc. I believe after this virus dies down we should all take these same measures and stay clean. We shouldn’t just wash our hands when the coronavirus is going around and then stop once it’s over, that’s how it spreads. So remember once this is all over, please wash your hands, don’t touch your face, and STAY CLEAN.

So since I’m going through this pandemic with you all, I’ve been doing some interesting things at home to keep me occupied. I’ve been working out. We can get carried away in eating and being lazy that we lose ourselves in all of this. Working out keeps me healthy while also distracting me from all the nonsense. I’ve been doing daily stretches. Stretching allows me to get in a state of mind that calms me which helps a lot because then I’ll feel good throughout the rest of the day. Everyday I get up and shower and change into a new set of clothes because what happens when you sit at home in the same pair of clothes is you start to feel horrible and uncomfortable with yourself. When you get up and get dressed, your day feels complete and so do you. I’m not saying you have to get all dolled up, but just showering and changing into a new pair of clothes will definitely help you feel good. I’ve been taking my dogs on walks down my block and of course making sure I keep my distance from other people. Since most of the parks and beaches are closed, I still like to take my dogs on walks down the block, it also helps me get some exercise in for the day. So those are some of the things I do to help me stay productive through this time! What are some of the things you do?

COVID-19 pandemic has raised many controversy with ethnicity. Let’s discuss it! In China, they are using Africans as a test dummy to test their vaccines. I can say, I’m not surprised about this because Africans/Black people get discriminated against daily. In Africa they are also testing vaccines on Africans for the coronavirus without their consent. This is not okay. Testing someone for a vaccine without their consent is not okay. Theirs also a lot of things going on with minorities like Hispanics as well. Many Hispanics work jobs such as housekeeping, landscaping, or working jobs that require being outside and interacting with people. This means that many Hispanics have lost their jobs due to their work of working with others. This means that they’re losing money, losing their jobs, and losing their homes.

This Pandemic is one of the most historical moments in history and one of the worst. This pandemic is worse than the 1918 flu.

What caused this virus was from an animal being consumed in China that had the coronavirus. It the. Spread to humans throughout China. The market that was selling these animals was then shut down. The Covid-19 virus killed thousands of people in China. Since people like to travel. Many people with the virus who didn’t know they had it would travel from China to the U.S. and back, contracting the virus to the United States and vice versa. The affect this virus had on the entire world is that it caused many people to get sick or even die and caused the United States to go on lockdown for months.

I would like to recommend anyone who is going through this pandmenic to stick together with your families. Be sure to do things to keep you occupied such as painting, working out, meditating, etc.

I will also like to add in the Donald Trump recently advised people to inject Lysol and bleach into our system...all I have to say is don’t do it! Please.

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I just had the urge to write this @ 12 AM. Right after I finished, my old friend texted me and accused me of false stuff. So basically as I post this, I'm feeling like shit.

genre : fluff

xoxo, 🍪

The scorching heat of the sun was unforgiving as it devoured any moist exposed outside the school building, and in turn produced beads of sweat on the foreheads of the school staffs. It didn’t help that the heat had caused one of the outdoor components to overheat, therefore causing a circuit malfunction - resulting in jammed air-conditioning throughout the school.

The round object in front of the classroom was telling that it was 12 PM - or somewhere around that time. It was hard to concentrate with so little chill - for the students, and for you. People would think that the teachers got privileges - a genset or a better aircon in the teacher’s lounge. But nooo, if only they knew how far they were from the truth.

You were like one of those teachers, the one wishing they’d enrolled in a more luxurious school so you wouldn’t have to suffer the same tormenting calefaction. Nonetheless, here you were. Most people viewed you as the devil reincarnated - it was understandable, you were a math teacher after all. And if you’re a math teacher, that means you’re automatically hated by all of the students - excluding those nerds that doesn’t have anything better to do other than reminding the teacher of the homeworks.

As a math teacher, weakness was the last thing you wanted to show. You’ve heard of the teachers being bullied - hell, even as an adult, that shit still hurt. Especially when high school kids step over your pride as if it were something that was so worthless. You knew that they wanted you gone. It hurt landed quite some damage on you, but you were glad that a special someone was there to help you.

As cliche as it sounded, your husband was working in the same high school as a P.E. teacher - which you pitied, in hot days such as this one. He was the one and only Wong Yukhei, the stereotypical teacher that everyone has had a crush on. But the silver ring on your finger proved that you were his, and vice-versa.

Yukhei was your ray of hope in times where you felt like a bad teacher, or just a bad person in general. Yukhei was someone who supported you in anything you were doing, and gave you unconditional love. In turn, you gave him the affection and attention that he longed for, and the patience of dealing with him when others are just so done with him.

Yukhei was, simply put, an extra person. He tended to be loud - and, I mean, very loud - but he was a big softie, nonetheless. He tend to over exaggerate things. His reaction to the most random things were almost comical, as he was dubbed the ‘dumb teacher’ who was easily persuaded and amazed by the littlest things. But hey, you loved him and he  loved you, what more can you ask for?

Although, to say he was good looking was an understatement, really, he looked like he was carved by The Almighty Himself. He had puppy-like eyes that sparkle, luscious brown locks, plump lips - just, hot. Like the weather today, hot. And there he was, a sight for sore eyes from the window of your second-floor homeroom. How he managed to look so charming even when he was sweaty, you questioned. But nonetheless, the sweat that made his white tee see through, displaying his well-toned body was enough to keep you going throughout the lesson.

Your students glared at you as you explained to them about whatever alien language you were teaching them, also known as maths. Their eyes saw you as the most hateable human being to ever exist - which you were, probably. But the bell saved you from their murderous gazes as you hurried your way out of the suffocating classroom and into the teacher’s lounge.

It was the last period, and you were supposed to be teaching another class if it weren’t for the English teacher Mark Lee who asked if you can switch periods because he had something urgent he had to explain about. Albeit reluctantly, you handed your time over to him. You started fanning yourself using the test papers you’ve collected before - the one you were supposed to be grading, if not for the overheating room that made you too lazy to even move.

The door of the teacher’s lounge opened with a quiet slam. You were too busy trying to fan yourself that you didn’t notice a sweaty Yukhei coming in towards your direction, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. The other teachers paid no mind - you were married, and it’s not like they’re not used to the PDA Yukhei adored. However, his lips was laced in sweat - which made you cringe to the kiss like kindergartens would when they see adults kiss, claiming that it contained cooties.

Pushing him away, you rolled your chair to be met face to face with him - well, not exactly face-to-face. He was too tall, even when you were both standing - and folded your arms across your chest, greeting your husband with a “What do you want?”

Yukhei feigned a hurt expression, “So you’re saying I can’t kiss my wife out of nowhere? Rude!”

“Not if you’re full of sweat, dummy.”

Yukhei groaned, “You better be thankful that you’re at least inside the building. I swear, if I steal  some eggs from Nana’s kitchen and leave them outside they will be well-cooked enough for us to feast in.”

“You have the weirdest imagery, but I’ll take it.” You smiled. Yukhei made himself comfortable - well, as comfortable as you can get when you’re full of sweat - on the couch, and you plopped your earphones in as you start marking the papers.

The heat was a little less bothering - didn’t make it any better, though. You were doing your very best to ignore it, until an overexcited Yukhei tapped your shoulders and ripped your earphone out. Turning to give him a glare, you were instead met with those eyes that you just couldn’t resist, the ones that had sparkles dancing through his black hues, the one you’ve got lost in so many times before - and still was, even after years of being together.

Yukhei motioned to the window of the teacher’s lounge with a slight bounce, and you turned to be met with a sight you longed for, so badly. Lo and behold, there it was - the once in a blue moon summer rain. It was odd, the change of weather, but you weren’t complaining. Yukhei was now jumping in his spot, looking like a giddy 5-year-old when his mother offers him ice cream. By then, you’ve finally caught onto what Yukhei was so joyous about, and with wide eyes, you took a step away from the tall man.

“No, no, no way in hell, Yukhei -”

“But (y/n)!” Yukhei pouted. “Please? We don’t have anything better to do!”

“Yes, I do - it’s called staying dry. Want to try?” You scoffed,  but panicked after you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist. Yukhei threw you over his shoulder as you blurted out a “Yukhei-!”

And he broke to a run, carrying you out of the school building. Your blouse was then met with a splash as it soaked in the rain, the plitter platters of it that landed on your head. Yukhei set you down and jumped on a nearby puddle, soaking you even more. Your hair was wet, and so was your clothes - Yukhei wasn’t doing any better, though.

“I can’t believe I’m married to you!” You accused, and Yukhei let out a hearty laugh before splashing some water at you.

The cold sensation was a refreshment for your body - you never knew you needed this, anyway. Yukhei ran around in the rain, chasing you around. Your shoes were discarded as you played under the rain, the sharp drops of water on your backs as you were too focused on each other to even care.

Your laughs echoed throughout the school yards, making your students from the class you taught previously peer to the window to be met by a giggling you and a grinning Yukhei. Those were the moments where they realized that even though you seemed like a horrible beast in the classroom, you were also another person outside of it. And their math teacher looked so soft when they played outside, in the rain.

Yukhei pulled you into a hug, both of your now chilly bodies collided as he twirled you around in his strong arms. He then whispered into your ear - because of the kissing ban that was established through the school - an I love you. Endless mutters of I love you’s and laughs ripped from both your throats as you spent the rest of the day wrapped up in blankets in your shared apartment, trying to cancel out the inevitable cold.

“I love you,” he had said to you again. “So,  so much.”

“You better,” you chuckled. “I’m not someone to be taken for granted. Who else would accompany you to play in the rain?”

Yukhei smiled before snuggling closer into your now warm body, “You have a point there.”

[makku-ruko]

N O M E D

Another series. These characters exist in the same world as the Fluffybuns so they’ve already interacted.

deep in a purgatory lost within the spirit realm are the forbidden offspring of light and dark. Some tend to stray further to the dark and vice versa but they can never truly deny their mix of both good and bad.

Nomeds have black wings and white fork tails. Depending on the placing of their moral compass, their characteristics will shrink and become less noticeable but none can really disappear.

Characters:

Chaxy- hyper active Nomed that doesn’t particularly take the world seriously even they she really should.

Ita - her younger sibling who has a bad habit of chewing on pills. A weird girl. She has a weak body so medication was prescribed to her, however as a result of dependancy, she chews on his tablets when she is anxious.

Yolski- he leads a resistance against the angelic heritage. He also holds grudges. Quite fiery. Keeps to himself. The reasoning for his revolt has to do with what he feels is hypocrisy. “If angels are the very culmination of all that is good, then we, as part demon have no right to call ourselves part angel. Bad taints good. If you’re going to be evil—don’t half-ass it.” Next to this His doesn’t trust easily and tends not to engage with those whom he deems unworthy or uninteresting.

This stemmed from a childhood trauma. He asked his mother to come to the Nomed realm very early on as a young child just so she could walk him through a ‘scary pathway’. Unfortunately, he had no knowledge of Demon-siders residing in that area and they, savage as they are, couldn’t stand to sense the holy light from which shone within his mother. They attacked her, mutilating her body until it was nothing but a pile of meat and bone.

To make things worse, they paused when approaching him, sniffed him and spared him as he was “one of them”. He’s blamed himself ever since. It didn’t help when rumours speculated that he lured his mother over there on purpose out of malice. He never recovered and started to believe the rumours. Now Yolski can never associate the word ‘good’ and himself ever again. If anyone thinks that’s a compliment, they are gravely mistaken.

Chilgrim- One of the higher ups and one of the Plumage guardians. A group of Chosen Nomeds that are exquisitely neutral to both sides who are in charge of communicating with the Angels and Demons (The parents only). Chilgrim is Yolski’s friend from childhood. He’s known as a mature brother figure and completely unbiased. He doesn’t like conflict and likes to compromise.

Delta - Known as fashionista. He simply takes what he wants and doesn’t apologise. People say he could definitely rule the world if he wanted. Despite his cool persona, Delta enjoys playing games (with people) but is easily struck by boredom and is relatively hard to please. He is very neutral on the Angel/Demon Spectrum and was an intentional lone wolf back in school but still passes by to check on Yolski from time to time. And generally that’s what he does. His active behaviour is described as simple passing—Elusive. As he doesn’t stay in one place for too long either.

Unlike the others from his highschool, he has a very successful career as an interior designer and models on the down-low. That said, no one knows his identity as a model. They can never tell it’s him because he makes a conscious effort to change his appearance completely. For some reason, he just doesn’t want anybody to know and it has nothing to do with insecurity. He just doesn’t feel like it.

He’s stepped on a lot of people in his lifetime because of this self-serving attitude.

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Flynt: A famous Actor/Singer in the NOMEDS universe. He is almost like Delta’s coworker as he models too and the photographers normally prefer him as Delta’s duo photoshoot partner. He’s quite full of himself and pretty self confident. Not so much arrogant but he likes to portray himself as someone who is devoid of weakness. Therefore, if a weakness shows up, he’ll be thrown off completely and will in turn work hard to conquer said weakness.

Case in point, Delta is his newest struggle — they haven’t been modelling together for long. He doesn’t quite understand how Delta can be so neutral in every sense of the word and marvels over his natural mystical ‘beauty’— much like a grey mythical being that comes and goes. As Flynt is beyond down-to-earth, this baffles him immensely considering they are both of the same species. As a result, he gets flustered over the simplest of things that Delta says or does in response to his confusion. That said, his growing attraction towards Delta is his biggest struggle as he’s a playboy— fills his life with women. And yet Delta is right in the middle of both Male and female in terms of appearance, mannerisms and such. He just doesn’t get it so his second brain is confused.

Signal: A younger Nomed— an orphan. His parents were killed in the long standing war between Angels and demons. In that same war, his left wing was damaged beyond repair so he usually keeps it closed and tucked away. As a birth defect, his wings were always abnormally small inhibiting any sort of flight– only gliding at the least. As an Orphan, he had to make ends meet wondering the streets as a homeless child until an assassination organisation took him in. An organisation planted in the mortal realm. Had he wondered the NOMED streets, life would have been a lot harder as demon-siders tend to be unreasonably cruel— worse than humans.

As a cause of this, his appearance is always quite scruffy in accompaniment to his grungy fashion sense. Having chronic nightmares and insomnia doesn’t help. He himself doesn’t necessarily trust people much either and found it hard to cooperate with his mortal boss at first but eventually they bonded. A strained bond but it’s still something. He was given home-schooling until the age of 16 before then beginning his sniper training. He’s now 20.

Personality wise, he’s aloof and makes his job his life. Outside of work, he’s normally restless and uncertain of what to do. He either goes on walks or just tries to fall asleep. But, he does have a longtime friend— Delta’s little brother, Helix. They get along immaculately. He is the only person thus far that can make Signal smile.

Signal wears the gas mask because it stabilises him. He has a tendency to bite as a cause of his demon genes acting up frequently. Sometimes, it’ll get so bad that his demonic genes will kick in completely trying to murder him as a cause of his angelic heritage. These come in the form of possession-like seizures where he won’t be able to breathe. With that, he normally has a panic button that’s kept in his pocket which he uses to alert his boss. ))

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Niko- Milanese. A yes man. Pure white in every way....or maybe a little too much. He’s very impressionable and holds the innocence of a child. Others refer to him as the ‘Dummy Angel’. His mother isn’t much of a Demon and his father is the softest angel. He was born from white and so is as white as an Angel can be. His horns are as tiny as studs in his head and his tail is translucent.

He was recently adopted by Eres as his little brother. Somewhere along the line, Eres found him wandering the streets at midnight in the rain. Wracked with concern, he took Niko in, dried him and fed him seeing as his little body looked like pneumonia would be his final enemy. As a result, Niko has grown attached to Eres and often spends his time in the Fluffybuns household.

Yilac: Milanese. A new model. He’s started working with Delta quite recently. He was convinced to become a model because of his drunkard mother who needs money for more alcohol and bills. Apparently his father keeps trying to help them but his Mother won’t allow it because she’s stubborn and feels like she’ll drag him down. Next to modelling, he was convinced by the agency to enter their underground strip club for extra cash.

Personality wise, Yilac isn’t very confident and quite sensitive. He’s the classic case of ‘doesn’t know his worth’ so he will lower his standards to meet requirements. Much like a good servant but with the drive of helping his Mother financially. He is a little timid but shoves that aside to do what he needs to do, even if it’s degrading. A very determined young Nomed. What he doesn’t know is that...he quite likes all the attention.

Truth be told, his father is royalty. Yilac’s existence was a scandal as a high-end angel such as his father wasn’t supposed to involve himself with demons, and a drug addict no less. His mother is bipolar so during her depressive episodes, she feels like Hulson’s biggest mistake. After Yilac was born, she grabbed him and disappeared off the radar. Yilac is the forbidden Prince and heir to the throne but has to be kept on the down-low.

That said, he does sneak away occasionally to do his duty as a Prince. Has his own royal garbs, training to one day come out into the open and present himself as king. But as of now, his underground work continues. No one knows he is Royalty.

Keya: Training to be a guardian angel despite being a Nomed. He’s very much angelic more than demonic. 20 years of age and as well as looking younger than his age, he’s often mistaken to be female. This comes with a lot of harassment on his part, but he’s not going to stop trying his best to become the most admirable guardian Angel of his generation!

Personality wise, he has a strong moral compass but urges that combat it. He’s the typical pleasant young man. Helpful. Encouraging. Compassionate. Caring. Etc. Said traits make him an easy target to be taken advantage of. Next to all of this, he is easily embarrassed and quite shy.

His father....is a playboy type. But his Mother is a benevolent saint type. His father used his incubi skills to woo her and eventually became attached to her sweet appearance and attitude. They’re a very lovey-dovey pair. Keya can’t stay home for too long because of it.

Whilst training in guarding, he ran into Signal. They become silent friends and silent foes as one protects and the other attacks. Signal appreciates his drive and moral compass, Keya appreciates his focus and reliability.

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Sofuran: Just as Niko is all white, Sofuran is all dark. He resembles an angel that’s been burnt to a crisp— mutated into a demon. His mentality is unknown. No one understands him. He’s so unbelievably unstable that he has to be kept locked up. His moral compass leans more on the sinful side of things. He causes mischief, damage and heartache mainly because he believes ‘that’s life’.

“That was your unborn child??? Oh. But. They’d end up dying anyway miss ^^ I did you a favour~!”

“Aaaah~ how beautiful 💕 a newlywed couple bound together by thousands of needles just as they’d tied the knot. Now they’ll be together FOREVER! Ahahahahahah~”

Despite having quite childish mannerisms, he is not. In fact, his mental age and physical age are unknown. Apparently, his parents have disowned him completely. They’re terrified and want nothing to do with him as they don’t want to believe he was a product of them.

He’s selfish, manipulative and heartless. Doing things for his benefit without thinking of the consequences. The only thing that gets communicated clearly is has desire to be ‘bad’. To sin. To cause chaos. He wants it all, and so, if he is accused and made to suffer consequences, he happily accepts it. Sofuran is just as destructive with himself as he is with everything else. ‘The burnt Dove’.

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Eres: Why do you call yourself a demon when your wings are so angelically beautiful?

Yolski: I don’t take that as a compliment. Angelic heritage is nothing more than an excuse to overlook our flaws. A guise to hide behind. I’m **not** one of those people.

Eres: How contradictory. Isn’t your demonic heritage a guise just so you don’t have to try to repent for the things you’ve done, so you just blame it on that?

Yolski: //glare// I don’t have to explain myself to you. I’m trying not to run away from who I am. Facing the truth as it were.

Eres: isn’t it a little arrogant to assume that you can’t be incriminated by what you stand by anyway? No matter the reasoning behind why you think that, it’s half and half. Choosing a side is just pointless. Whatever point you argue can always be used against you....if you can’t see that then....you aren’t that smart honey. Sorry~

Yolski: As I said, **I don’t have to explain myself to you.** You aren’t even one of us, you have no right to talk.

Eres: Trying to silence logic huh? How childishly adorable~~

Yolski:.....*go to hell*

Eres: If that’s where I’ll find you then sure~ 💕

Yolski: //storms off.//

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There, a booming voice spoke, augmented by a megaphone — laced in confidence. “We won’t make *excuses* for how we were born, hiding behind a pure façade! We are demonic! We have flaws! Fuck the wings— they’re black just like our souls. Half and half is only guise. Nothing can truly be balanced, Let’s face it. We need to show these wannabe angels where they truly come from— hell. Give them hell. Send them to hell! They don’t deserve mercy— we aren’t inherently merciful! Why should we conform to morals if our nature is sinful? It’s fighting a losing battle is it not? We have to stand up against this and show them that **they can’t control us**.”

A cheer of agreement. The voice continued. increased anger. “**They have no right to try if they can’t even accept their own origins!**” Again an uproar. A successful protest— perhaps they were preparing for war?.....probably not.

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“We will take control of **them** and show them what it really means... to be a **demon**.” As the Nomed finished his final sentence, the crowd’s cheers had transformed into a ruckus.

The melody of a blooming riot echoed from every corner of the alleyway, enough to wake the dead....and those already asleep. It WAS late after all. Smirking across the crowd, their leader, Yolski pumped his fist in the air accompanied by a large flap of the wings. Another uproar— it was time to terrorise.

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He didn’t even leave a beat. “—Oh? So you want me to be your science project so you can be my punching bag? ....Ideally it sounds like bullshit which is what I’m used to. But. Since you’re adamant and I don’t particularly have anything to give you, I guess there’s no reason for you to lie to me...I suppose.”

Plumage of a raven would flap in that moment in order to regain his posture. Arms folded, true eye contact was finally made...just about. He’d taken note of the silent female behind but didn’t say anything — she wasn’t any of his concern.

“Fine. I’ll accept your aid.” By now, his units had made headway with causing destruction. In that short space of time, property damage was amplified. Occasional screams did nigh cease. He knew what would come of all of this.

“Shit.” As Yolski cursed underneath his breath, a celestial chime sounded behind him and through that chime, a quite official looking Nomed revealed themselves from a blinding light.

“At it again I see?”

He turned to regard the other. They both radiated their own taste of power.

“What can I say? You keep trying to silence me.”

“How bold of you to think that your voice means so much.”

“I’m leading a swarm of mindless drones, right? Of course that’s what you think. I speak out because they are too afraid to. Honestly, as demons, you’d think I wouldn’t have to be pulling so many strings here.”

“Maybe they just aren’t cut out for that, Yolski. Have you ever thought that perhaps they find it difficult to act because they’re more angel than demon. They only lead through example and from what you’re feeding them, mindless violence is the way. Hence why they always cause so much chaos during your *riots*.” The voice had softened. No animosity. It seemed they really were just looking out for the younger Nomed.

“....So you say but I’ve given them every opportunity to back out now if they aren’t up for it. Those other Demons out there *want this* as much as I do.”

There was a short pause before the other would sigh. “Yolski....you’re not as bad as you think.....you need to believe that.”

“I’ll surely make you regret that statement, Chilgrim. Leave.”

“.....Right. Well. Our units will clean the mess once you’re done....” With one more sigh, Chilgrim left the same way he entered.

“Hmph. Hypocrite.”

———

Signal: Keya. The rain is fading your clothes.

Keya: EEEEEH?! //Wings cover him as he blushes//

Signal:...your wings are so tiny. Useless. //Takes off his coat to cover him.//

Keya: q^q....thank you...

Signal: mm.))

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Juniel: Known as ‘Screamer’ he works hard as part of a choir. Asthma and anxiety make life harder for him ensuring that the majority of his group look at him as ‘jittery’ and ‘problematic’. He’s quite socially awkward and so finds normal conversations panic-inducing. With that, he uses shitposting, drama and wit to get through it. Despite his love for singing, he often finds himself breaking down into coughing fits due to his asthma. His only friend is Gemini. However, he expresses great bitterness towards the Jocks of the group: Jio and Jan. baritone and bass.

He has bad history with clams and met Spiniel whilst waiting to perform at a nearby-reef.

He loves to practice his range using ‘Pray- satsuriku no Tenshi’

Gemini: Prom Queen-esque. She has a benevolent side and prefers to avoid getting involved in conflict. Quite witty, she fits in with Juniel’s emergency joking mode and so they have an odd yet stable friendship. She knows the group bad talks him on the group chat and often informs him on it with no ill intentions. She somewhat agrees with their view of him but as she understands his point of view, she understands why it’s hard for him to fit in.

Her love for music surpasses all. With that, she seems to think linearly but is generally quite open minded.

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Gemini: Juni 😊 if you don’t 😊 get your act together 😊 I’m going to peg😊 the fuck out of you 😊😊😊😊

Juniel: ∑(ﾟДﾟ) !!!!!

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Tsumetai kioku to karappo no sekai,

Tarinai katachi wo nuiawasetara,

Machigatteta koto kiratteta koto,

Mada tatakatterun da yo owari wa doko darou? A cold recollection and an empty world

If I sew up forms that are wanting

What I get wrong, what I dislike

I'm still fighting, where does it end, though?

Kowai kurai, aoi tsuki ga rin to naku koro.

Usotsuki wa kibou to deau, When the frightened blue moon stops ringing

A liar will run into hope

Hanasanaide,

Watashi wo ubatte yo,

Kienai tsumi ni,

Kienai batsu wo,

Yakusoku dakara,

Wasurenaide mada,

Iki wo shiteru kara,

Chanto itsuka owarasete ne,

Yakusoku dakara,

Ue ni ue ni ochiru yume wo,

Inotte ii desu k

Zes balfoursth: Trouble. Trouble. Demon-sider for sure. He gets his kicks out of causing mischief in more ways than one. His speech resembles flirtation but holds no genuine interest in the other individual. If there is interest however, he’ll be selective with them and much much kinder.

Chilgrim is his assigned mentor— another shot at rehabilitation. He’s his newest big project and taming Zes will by far be his greatest feat next to Sofuran. Sofuran is Zes’ best friend and usual partner in crime. Sometimes, they will act alone but meet up later to recount their ‘experiences’.

Zes isn’t pure— he sleeps around but chooses to only be pampered without pampering. He doesn’t necessarily call such to himself but because of his manner of speaking, others often misunderstand. He doesn’t care much for emotions or attachments...well not anymore.

Back some years ago, he was locked up temporarily for terrorism and met his first love– the same person whom he can’t release up to now. Tei was a member of the ruffians that inhabited dark alleys—an underling of Yolski almost. He was locked up for arson. The two got to talking and after a quick string of events, Zes fell deeply for him as a cause of naivety. It just so turns out however that Tei was a player who was a pro at ‘playing a lover’. Passion. Romance. Care. Affection. All given to all of his pawns. Zes walked away from said scene without a word but regrets his lack of hostility still to this day hence why he detaches from everybody.

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[valentinesirwins]

“please don’t fall in love with me”b.b

"please don't fall in love with me"

gif not mine

summary: you are a demigod who has fallen in love with Sargent Barnes. but you have been cursed with the power of immortality and prophecy. although you share the same feelings for the soldier, you can't seem to bring yourself to fall in love.

warnings: angst???

author's note: i've gotten tired of writing full-blown fanfictions. so this is my first attempt at blurbs, headcanons, one-shots, etc. please, feel free to request anything at all using my ask box.

For as long as you could remember, you've never felt anything even remotely close to what you're feeling now. From the knots in your stomach to the heat on your cheeks- the soldier is all to blame.

Sergeant Barnes. You two met on an assignment for the Avengers Initiative, thanks to Captain Rogers. It may or may not have been a set-up from the matchmaker himself, but you weren't upset. You had come from Olympus after being cast out for your bastardly origins. Lost and without purpose, Captain Steve Rogers found you whiddling a make-shift bow in a tunnel below New York City. He took you in and trained you alongside master assassins like Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. But when it came to your first mission, Rogers purposefully put you and his best friend together.

Side by side, you two were impossible to defeat. With Barnes' military experience and your godliness, the strength shared between the two of you was impeccable. However, the more you fought, the more you found yourself getting knots in your abdomen when you saw those electric blue eyes staring into yours with complete and utter trust. Something Bucky had never felt before. Inside him- inside you, there was an awakening. Both of you weren't sure of this feeling, but it was nice. Sometimes distracting when one of you is completely destroying hordes of enemies like it was leisure. To Bucky, you were enticing. With your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you aimed down the sights, and jumping from rooftop to rooftop with complete and utter grace and defense. To you, Bucky was- well, something else. He was mesmerizing in battle, an entirely different person, in fact. When he fought, Bucky could only focus on one thing: protecting you.

But you didn't need protection. More often than not, you found yourself patching Bucky up rather than vice-versa. But this time it was different. Bucky had taken a shot to the abdomen, causing the both of you to fall back from the fight. He was devastated- like he had failed Steve; like he had failed you. And that was his biggest fear.

He was unconscious as you extracted a large bullet from his abdomen, trying not to get distracted by his marble body. Instead, you found yourself becoming completely infatuated with his- humanity. Dark eyelashes hovered over his cheeks, a stoic, calm expression was painted across his face. As you cleaned the wound and bandaged the soldier up, you couldn’t help but admire the feeling of your fingertips sliding across the tanned skin. "No," you thought. It didn't take a dummy to realize this feeling that had begun to grow within you. It was love. And you were afraid of it.

Before you could exit the room, you felt a calloused hand grasp your wrist. You looked behind, watching the Sergeants eyes shoot awake. His breathing became faster, more frantic and fevered as he regained more and more of his consciousness. Oh no.

"Bucky, Bucky!" Your hand wrapped around his bicep in an attempt for him to return to reality. He was still out of it, still frenzied and chaotic as he looked up at the ceiling, writhing with panic.

"Look at me. Look at me, Bucky" You cupped his stubbled cheek and turned his head toward yours, making sure he locked eyes with you. He was terrified, reliving his memories of war as you tried to calm the soldier down.

"Breathe with me, okay?" Your voice was soft yet firm as you took a deep inhale for seven seconds and exhaling for ten. Repeating the exercise over and over again until you could hear his heart rate begin to slow down on the monitor. He was still looking into your eyes, but this time they were- vulnerable, defenseless. Something was in the air.

Resting your forehead on his, you let that feeling of knots and butterflies completely take over. With one hand intertwined with his and the other tangled in his hair, you closed your eyes and felt the sensation of warm, chapped lips pressing against yours. Your breath hitched, wanting to disconnect but simply couldn't find it in your heart. There was a slight taste of iron as he pulled you in deeper into the kiss. The beeping of the heart monitor was elevating as your tongue grazed his bottom lip, admiring the gentleness of your tongues dancing with each other.

You pulled away before it got any more heated, your heart beating a million miles per hour. The both of you returned to your senses, but Bucky was a little behind because what he confessed to you wasn't Sergeant Barnes talking, but Bucky.

"I love you"

He was out of his head, breathy and nearly unconscious. At least that's what you were telling yourself. It took every fiber of your being not to confess your similar feelings for the soldier, but you were reminded of your power. Your immortality, and you can't do that to Bucky. With tears forming in the corner of your eyes and your voice was being silenced by the knot in your throat. The grip on his hand loosened as you scratched his scalp one last time before you said,

"Please don't fall in love with me"

[lazy-stitch]

Ya girl needs very little encouragement to post things lmao, so here y’all go. (also, I’m really sorry if there’s weird symbols where the apostrophes etc are?  I can’t see it on mobile, but on desktop it’s all over my posts... They only show up when I put a read more cut, but since this is so long I’m not gonna exclude one.  I’d get rid of the symbols manually if I could, but they don’t appear when I’m editing the post.  They disappear once you click keep reading tho.)

Title: sock slides.docx? Lmao it doesn’t have one yet bc titles are generally the last thing I do Rating: g+ - it is dumb domestic stuff with mutual pining, some cursing Ship: Scarlet Vision Word count rn: 6669 Warning: This is still a wip (and if I knew what to do with it, it’s like... only 2/3rds the way done?) and I make zero (0) guarantees I’ll ever finish it since it has been troubling me for so long.  If I do, I’ll post the link to my ao3 I guess (tbh tho my user there is the same so I’m not that hard to find).

"You think they know there are live cameras all around the compound, even in our living quarters?"

Five pairs of dubious eyes turned from the computer screen to Steve. He shrugged, a sort of smile on his face.  He’d only recently figured out Tony had installed cameras into the living areas of the Avengers Compound, so it didn’t hurt to ask – especially since he felt watching this feed was an invasion of privacy (it was a cute video, granted, but it just felt wrong to watch it if they didn’t know there were working cameras all over the place).

“Maybe they think they’re dummy cams?” Sam offered.  He, too, had been a bit late on noticing the camera system, and it was only when Steve had asked about them that he’d been told they were recording everything.  Considering how big the Avengers Compound was, which was comparable to a large museum, he didn’t feel ashamed that he’d assumed the cameras in the living quarters were fakes.  At Sam’s side, Tony snorted and rolled his eyes.

“They probably didn’t think we’d check,” Tony said, because he knew for a fact at least one of the two in question knew about the extensive camera system at the Compound.  He’d helped Tony install the cameras, which is why Vision knew the living area feed would only be checked if a problem occurred. There hadn’t been any red flags sent up while the rest of the Avengers had been on a mission, leaving Vision and Wanda to housesit, no.  It was the fact they’d had the Compound to themselves.  Natasha claimed Vision acted differently around Wanda if he thought no one would notice (and vice versa), and Steve voiced similar opinions that Wanda and Vision seemed to favor each other after watching simulation trainings. That had garnered the interest of the rest of the Avengers, new and old, and there wasn’t a better opportunity to observe them than on the camera feeds while all of the other Avengers were on a mission.  They all acknowledged it was a bit underhanded, but, as leaders of the New Avengers team, Natasha and Steve did need to know how their team acted around each other.  They’d need to know if Vision and Wanda were closer than originally presumed to plan for possible bad reactions if one got hurt.

Or so Natasha said before they’d silently returned to the Compound and entered the tiny security room to watch the video feeds.  

The two drifters who rarely visited the Compound and had little to do with the New Avengers, Clint and Tony, had their own justifications to wanting to see the feed.  Clint wanted to check in on Wanda after hearing whom her supposed favorite person was. Since Pietro’s death, he’d become a father figure to her, so Clint felt responsible for looking out for Wanda, especially if she ever decided to look for a romantic partner.  He didn’t think Vision was a bad guy (far from it, in fact), but there was the question of if Vision had emotions.  Clint didn’t want Wanda to get hurt.  It was a bit hard adjusting his behavior and advice to a young adult from his children who hadn’t even entered their teens, but it was definitely worth it even if he accidentally overstepped his bounds every now and then.  Tony just wanted to see how things were progressing with his self-proclaimed “robot son.”  He felt at odds with three of the four newest Avengers.  Sam was easy enough to get along with, but it wasn’t like Tony really knew the guy. And Wanda and Vision were on a whole different level of… everything.  He wasn’t sure where to start with either of them even though he knew Vision should be easier to talk to than Wanda.  There was just something that made talking to the guy really, really difficult for Tony.

“Boys, you're all wrong.  They're kids being kids, and kids do weird shit when they're bored - and they don't care who sees.  This doesn’t even classify as 'weird shit' because I'd call you a damn liar if you said you hadn't done this before - except for our resident fossil," Natasha laughed, swiveling around in the computer chair to face them.  She’d claimed the single chair in the room immediately upon entering it, leaving the men to awkwardly scrunch together behind her. Rhodes and Clint were at her sides while Sam, Tony, and Steve were pressed together behind them.

"Okay, no, it definitely counts as 'weird shit' because pretty much anything involving Vision classifies as 'weird shit,'" Tony argued, pointing at the screen as Vision quickly appeared on it, barely noticeable red wisps around his ankles and wearing clothes none of them ever thought he’d wear.

"You don't know the guy 'cause you're rarely here, Tony.  Vision is the embodiment of ‘weird,’ so this is normal by Vision standards.  Weird was when Nat was teaching them how to swim," Sam countered.

“And when Tony drunkenly tried to teach Vision to twerk at that Stark charity ball thing,” Clint sniggered. Everyone but Tony had a chuckle remembering how Tony had nearly succeeded explaining why people twerked before Wanda dragged Vision away from him.

“Hold on, that wasn’t weird - that was father-son bonding time!”

“Anyone else smell that?  It’s the patent Stark bullshit.”

"I just want to know how she convinced him to join her," Rhodes said, a bit loudly for his norm, wanting to stop the oncoming squabble between Clint and Tony.

"First of all, Vision rarely says no to things.  Second of all - and this really negates the need for my first point - it's Wanda," Natasha shrugged, swiveling around to look at the screen again.  On one hand, there was no chance she could blackmail Vision with this because he seemed to have no shame, but Wanda, on the other hand...

"... True," Rhodes agreed, holding his hands up in the air in defeat.  Clint wished someone had a follow up comment to disagree, but silence enveloped the room as they watched the camera feed for the third or fourth time through.

"Hey, Steve… are those your socks?" Sam squinted at the screen, pointing at Vision's feet.  Natasha paused the video since it was one of the few times the living room furniture didn't block out Vision and Wanda's lower halves, and Rhodes moved aside so Steve could get closer to the computer and get a better look.

"Yes, yes they are." 

"Vis, come on.  It's not like we're breaking in.  The only time Steve locks his door is when he’s sleeping, and he only does that because Stark drew on his face while drunk one time," Wanda said, tugging at Vision's hand.  He’d followed her willingly enough from the living room to Steve’s closed, but admittedly unlocked door, yet his stomach had twisted with each step they took. Vision felt curiously jumpy and had to stamp down the need to look over his shoulder as if the rest of the Avengers would burst into the living quarters of the Compound at any moment. He knew they were not due back until at least the following morning, and yet his shoulders were taut under his shirt and his mouth was dry.

"You told me that closed doors meant the room's owner did not want others coming in on their own free will." It wasn't a lie - Wanda had told him that.  Vision just didn’t want to tell Wanda the real reason why he didn’t want to enter Steve’s room, though he wouldn’t be surprised if she could read his mood.  He was feeling rather… silly, really, about the whole situation.  Over the ten months since his birth, Vision had learned and done many things, but there was one thing that always seemed to elude him: denying Wanda when she requested something from him.  All she had to do was turn her green eyes to him and give the slightest hint of a smile, and his systems always seemed to fail.  He figured it was a fault in his programming (which was done by Tony, who could never say no to a pretty face, something Wanda definitely had).  Not that she’d ever made him do something he truly didn’t want to do, just… things he normally would never even think of doing.  Humans were very, very odd sometimes, but he did enjoy humoring them (especially Wanda, who came up with the strangest things).  

Vision avoided looking at Wanda’s face after his comment and instead concentrated on their linked hands, knowing she was about to start pouting at him. He had, after all, caved in to her request and was already wearing what she deemed “appropriate” clothing for the occasion.  Her pout would also likely mean his immediate downfall, as Vision knew he agreed to whatever she said after she pouted 96.742% of the time.  There was just something about the way Wanda’s lower lip jutted and her eyebrows worried her brow that made him forget his misgivings and do what she wanted him to do.  It was even more effective than her various smiles.

Vision’s eyes automatically followed his hand when Wanda brought it up to her face by her chin, and the corners of his lips twitched upwards as he accepted defeat.  She’d brought his attention right to where he’d been attempting to avoid. Sometimes, he wondered if she actually knew his weak points or if she was just insanely lucky.

"Yes, but we're doing this in the name of science, Vis.  Science.  You love science.  And, also, it's Steve.  If he even found out, he wouldn't mind one bit.  It's not like we're stealing any of his possessions.  We're just borrowing a pair of his socks, which we're even going to wash for him when we're done,” Wanda paused slightly, and she continued before Vision even had the chance to open his mouth, “You won't get them dirty, but the floor might.  And it’s common courtesy." Vision expelled his breath through his nose, halfway between amused and amazed.  She’d done it again.  It was hard not to question if Wanda ever read his mind even though he knew she never did without his explicit permission.  She always seemed to know what he'd say before he said it.  Vision had gone to Sam to question him about Wanda’s knack for knowing what to say and do, and Sam had laughed it off, saying that’s just how best friends were.  There wasn't any real proof behind it, it was just something that... was.  A soft, full-blown smile wormed its way onto his face, a warm buzz filling his chest that soon traveled across his whole body.  He repositioned his hand that was caught between both of hers so he could squeeze one, completely ignoring the hum in his lips that could only be silenced by meeting Wanda’s cheek.

Vision really needed to look into his coding to figure out how to say no to all the absolutely ridiculous things Wanda got him to do and how to shut down the odd impulses he had around her.

"In the name of science, then," he said, artificial heart skipping a beat when a radiant, toothy grin spread across her face.  Which definitely did not have anything to do with why he agreed to her schemes, no, not at all.  

That was absurd as well as impossible for someone like him.

With a tap to the monitor screen outside of Steve’s door, Wanda got them access to his room.  Vision bit the inside of his cheek when she didn’t release his hand and instead intertwined their fingers.  It was a little awkward, since her hand was smaller than his and their vastly different heights made the position of their arms uncomfortable, but Wanda seemed as keen as Vision was to let go – which meant she was going to hold on until she absolutely needed to release his hand.  Vision let her lead him into Steve’s room, but he didn’t peer around it in respect of Steve’s privacy since he’d never been in Steve’s room before.  Wanda, however, apparently had been because she led him confidently to a chest of drawers on the far wall and dropped to her knees to open the bottom drawer.  Vision had to lean over awkwardly to not let go of her hand, but it did provide him with a better view of what she was doing as Wanda immediately reached to the very back of the drawer.  Though it was filled with white and gray undershirts, she pulled out the socks she wanted with a flourish and a wicked smirk over her shoulder.  Steve had described the socks as “garishly wonderful.” Vision preferred referring to them as an assault on his eyes.  The crew socks had been part of a five-pack of male Avengers themed soft, fuzzy socks, and Sam had gifted them to Steve on Steve’s birthday as a joke.  The socks currently in Wanda’s hand were the Captain America themed ones.  They were obnoxiously red, white, and blue to replicate Steve’s original costume from the 1940s, complete with little white, protruding wings at the top that were reminiscent of the ones on his helmet.

Vision’s eye unconsciously twitched.  Wanda’s smirk grew wider.

"Are you certain I actually need to wear the socks?  I can just copy them myself." It was futile. Vision knew it, yet he felt the need to ask anyway.  The strange prickliness of his skin was back, tightening his muscles, as he stared at the socks instead of Wanda’s devious face.  He, along with everyone else, knew Steve sometimes wore the socks “because they’re comfortable.”  Vision felt that wasn’t an adequate reason for wearing the horrid socks, but he was never going to tell anyone, especially Steve, that.  He’d learned that humans sacrificed comfort for beauty in social settings, and they sacrificed style for comfort when they were alone.  Vision was glad he never had to do either, as he could make his clothes as comfortable as he liked while they still looked fancy. 

"Yup.  Science, Vis.  What if your molecules behave differently than the actual socks and create a different amount of friction?  You’ve never tried replicating something like these before.  And besides, we already did the worst part of this - entering Steve's room without his explicit permission." If it was possible, Wanda’s smirk became even more wicked, and Vision knew that expression.  He wondered what about it that made his systems come to a grinding halt (he kept files on all the smiles she gave him and what they meant, and this particular smile, in the top three of the “smiles that’d make him do pretty much anything for Wanda” category, meant trouble), though an easy answer was that he had a soft spot for Wanda when she did almost anything.  It didn’t matter that what she said wasn’t exactly right or that she was asking him to put on those absurd socks – all that mattered was she smiled and he couldn’t dream of saying no to that smile, and because he wouldn’t exactly have to look at the socks if he was wearing them.

Perhaps now he’d learn why Steve wore the horrid things.

“I doubt that, if I could not copy them correctly, it would significantly change the amount of friction between myself and the floor,” Vision said, though he did not refuse the socks when Wanda exasperatedly shoved them his way. Completely and utterly defeated, he carefully sat on the ground next to Wanda, crediting all of the reluctance he felt to having to put on the socks rather than having to finally let go of her hand.  He couldn’t help the frown on his face as he unrolled them and pulled them on his feet, barely resisting the need to voice his displeasure with them again.  There was one redeeming factor about the socks, though – they weren’t too terribly small for him.  Wanda had chosen Steve’s socks to borrow since Steve was the tallest Avenger, besides Vision, and was the most likely to have a similar foot length to him.  Or so she’d claimed.  Vision knew most of her reasoning had to come from the bright blue socks currently sitting innocently on his feet.  A curious sort of heat was pooling in his neck and face as he stared at them, pout deepening at how they clashed with his deep red skin.

Vision’s attention snapped up from his feet when he heard muffled snickers.  Wanda turned her face away from him, but her giggling, hidden being the sleeve of her sweater, didn’t stop.  Vision’s head tilted to the side ever so slightly, assessing the sweater.  It was navy blue and had previously been his. Pepper had ordered him about a week’s worth of clothes before she’d known he wouldn’t need any, but he did end up being grateful for them since having the physical copies allowed him to duplicate their texture.  Recently, after Wanda had realized he wasn’t wearing them, she’d asked if she could have the sweaters.  There was no logical reason to deny her, but Vision also couldn’t deduce why she’d want them.  Wanda’s smaller frame was completely drowned in the sweaters, and the sleeves ran far past her fingertips.  He’d searched the Internet for answers, but it just led him down paths he knew had to be false (he was not her boyfriend and she couldn’t possibly want him as her boyfriend - and he’d never worn them so, if he did have a particular scent, it wouldn’t be on the sweaters).  Because of the romantic connotations, Vision hadn’t dared ask the other Avengers for a possible explanation, because he didn’t want them getting the wrong idea or to embarrass Wanda if they questioned her about it.  He knew he could just ask her, but… seeing her in them and knowing he was the only one she let see her in them…

Vision clenched his hands into fists on the ground.  The heat in his neck was building.  He needed a distraction to stop overheating.  His gaze returned to the vile socks that felt very strange on his feet.  Vision had worn physical clothing before, but he’d never worn socks, let alone the fuzzy kind.  The fabric was indeed quite soft, but he was still unconvinced the softness was worth the ugliness.  Experimentally, he wiggled his toes, still trying to pin down why Steve willingly admitted to liking them.

By his side, Wanda almost choked on her sleeve.  She’d started peering over at Vision as soon as she felt his heavy gaze, and seeing him wiggle his toes was surprising to her. He’d been taking things in stride, as usual, but the socks had been the one thing he’d nearly put his foot down on. Wanda knew he thought they were atrocious.  His disgust at them rolled off of him in waves whenever he set eyes upon them. She bit her lower lip, a familiar, pleasant ache building in her chest because she knew he was only wearing them for her.  She couldn’t believe he’d agreed to her plan – all parts of her plan.  Wanda supposed it was only because they were alone, but she wasn’t complaining.  She knew a Vision the others only got glimpses of. If the others could see him like he normally was with her, they’d understand him better, but she was selfishly glad he was taking much longer to warm up to the others.  It was nice having him to herself.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda calmed herself, willing to risk looking back at Vision to continue their plans.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to contain her laughter again if he was still wiggling his toes, but Vision was, thankfully, just pouting adorably at the socks. She concentrated on his eyes, trying to catch the way his irises rotated and how quickly they were going.  Wanda didn’t want to make him do anything he didn’t want to do, and he wasn’t likely to tell her he was truly upset without some prodding.  So she’d learned how to ascertain the minute differences in the way he expressed himself (and having an excuse to stare intently at his face was always a plus, she wasn’t scared to admit that to herself).  The corners of his mouth twitched when he was overflowing with some emotion he was trying to hide, and his irises went counterclockwise when he was upset.  Since neither was happening, Wanda rotated her body to face him fully again, flicking one of his bare knees.

“Stop moping.  I’ll join you in the bad fashion, okay?” Though she made sure her voice was whiny, Wanda wasn’t really upset.  She didn’t see why Vision disliked the socks because she thought they were fun – stupid, yes, but fun.  When Vision looked up, a gentle smile replacing his pout, Wanda had to look away before her face could start heating up.  There was something about the way his face softened from the hard lines surrounded it and the way the skin around his eyes crinkled that made her heart skip a beat.  In order to distract herself, Wanda forcibly made herself concentrate on the socks, sticking her hand back into the open drawer to find them.  There were only three remaining pairs since Natasha had started a prank war with Clint with the Hawkeye socks.  So far, Clint hadn’t been able to find where Natasha had stashed them away, and he was determined to find them before they fell out during a mission, which had happened when Natasha started the war without telling Clint.  Sam and Natasha had made fun of him, relentlessly, for days until Natasha found the socks in her own gear bag during a mission.

Feeling the little additions to the socks, Wanda easily found the Thor ones.  The Hawkeye pair would’ve been her first pick, but as they were unavailable, she’d settle for Thor because there was no way in hell she was going to wear the Iron Man socks (and the Hulk ones just felt… wrong, all things considered).  The Thor socks came with little buttons down the front, reflecting Thor’s odd armor, and had not only little white wings on the top but a mini flowing cape as well. Wanda thought they were cute, but the cape did make her wonder which pair of socks Vision would like better since he liked capes.

“Cape or wings, Vis?  You pick since I’m making you do this,” Wanda asked as she closed the drawer and held the socks up between them.  If Vision chose the Thor socks, she’d be a bit disappointed since the Captain America ones clashed so horribly with his skin, but she also wasn’t going to refuse him if he wanted to swap.  Wanda narrowed her eyes when one side of Vision’s mouth curled upwards, irises rotating quickly.  She knew that face, even though it was the second rarest expression he wore since he seldom let himself be a little shit.  It made her feel better, though, because now Wanda knew, for sure, that Vision would enjoy himself, even just a tiny bit.  It was also nice to see since he always denied his humanity, but it was an expression he’d come up with on his own without mimicking any other Avenger. One day, Wanda hoped he’d finally see and agree he was human enough.  Until then, though, she was satisfied knowing he was comfortable around her and allowed her to see him develop.  It was always the little things like these that made heat bloom in her chest that kept her warm for days.

“I prefer golden capes to red ones.  I am perfectly fine with these socks.”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, Wanda removed one of the socks she’d already been wearing, chucking it at Vision’s face.  He caught it deftly, laughter bubbling up through his body. Wanda puffed up her cheeks petulantly, wishing Vision had slightly worse reflexes.  It would’ve been nice to see him get nailed in the nose and try to shake it off, but she had gotten him to actually laugh (another testament to the feelings he denied but Wanda had buckets of proof for).

“I think you just don’t want to wear the little buttons on the front. He has silly armor,” Wanda huffed, shaking one of the Thor socks in Vision’s face.  He batted it away, chuckling; Wanda bit her lip as she smiled back, acutely aware of how her face was heating up.  Perhaps if they were normal young adults living normal lives, probably in a college dorm goofing off because they had no immediate deadlines, she’d kiss him. Maybe it’d be a peck, just to relieve her burning affection for him threatening to boil over, or maybe it’d turn into something a little more.

But they weren’t normal young adults.  They weren’t college students messing around before they did something stupid.  They were Avengers, and, on top of that, they’d never be normal, either.   Vision was a synthetic human, and Wanda was an enhanced person.  It was dumb to even think about “what ifs” because they were literally impossible.

Shaking her head to physically rid herself of asinine daydreams, Wanda quickly pulled off her remaining sock and tossed it at Vision with less animation than before.  He caught it as she pulled on the Thor socks that were far too large for her feet. The heels poked out awkwardly behind her Achilles tendons, and they traveled farther up her calf than crew socks were supposed to go.  Wanda pretended to try and rearrange the socks for a better fit, face burning but shoulders heavy, while she really just took surreptitious glances at Vision as he rolled her socks into a pair with too much precision.  Perhaps it was the clothes she’d gotten him to wear that had spurned her stupid what-ifs that pulled at her darker thoughts (because if she was normal, then Pietro would be alive, as would her parents… but then again, she would’ve never met Vision, and though Pietro’s death still stabbed at her like a red hot knife – or, more accurately, searing bullet holes mincing her torso and arms – she felt more alive with the Avengers than she had since before those missiles fell on her home in Sokovia when they were ten). Wanda wanted to reach over and tug at the slightly unkempt sleeve of his white t-shirt.  It was odd enough seeing him in a t-shirt and the same loose, athletic shorts she was wearing, but some normalcy could be returned if he kept his clothes unwrinkled.  It wasn’t a bad look for Vision, just a complete 180 from his normal outfit of pressed sweaters and slacks.  Wanda could see more of his skin than she’d seen since he’d burst out of the cradle, and she found herself holding back the urge to run her fingers along the vibranium that ran smoothly with his musculature.

“You do not need to hesitate, Wanda.  You are not forcing me to do anything I do not wish to do.”

Vision’s voice tore Wanda’s attention away from his forearms. She looked sharply at his face, wanting to laugh.  He was sometimes insanely good at reading her mood, but most of the time, he blundered around awkwardly while trying to reassure her.  It was another one of his many endearing traits.

“Whatever you say, you big dummy,” Wanda said, rolling her eyes in good humor.  She stood up, nonchalantly adding, “I still can’t believe you tried getting out of the socks but didn’t care about the other clothes.” She knew his aversion to showing off his body, one of the few negative things he’d developed on his own. His insecurity stemmed from his differentness, the vibranium and red skin with a texture only he could tell differed from normal humans’ (though that probably made it worse than if everyone else could also tell), and he’d adopted a style to cover up as much skin as he possibly could.  Wanda knew he sometimes even avoided reflective surfaces on his bad days (which he, of course, denied to having, but Wanda made sure to play as many games of chess, Shogi, and other strategy games he liked best on those days).  When Vision didn’t stand, Wanda nudged his knee with her shin, noticing how he’d placed her rolled up socks on the floor beside his thigh.  Instead of responding, he looked down at his attire, using one hand to tug at the end of his t-shirt and the other to gently skim to lower edges of his black and white shorts.  She couldn’t see anything but the top of his shiny bald head, but Wanda could feel that his pout had returned based off of the turbulent emotions twisting off of him. His mind started leaping chaotically from one thought to another as he went through logical simulations, but she didn’t try to enter it, instead waiting for him to come to his own conclusions to tell her.  It was uncommon for Vision to be unable to come out of his thought spirals on his own, and she hoped she hadn’t unintentionally caused it to happen.

Finally, after two minutes passed that felt like hours, Vision looked up at her, brows scrunched together over his eyes like how his lips puckered. His irises were rotating in intervals, switching between quick and slow speeds, and Wanda felt a chill spreading down her back.  She knew she had to diffuse the mood he was about to start drowning in.

“I do not understand.  I thought you said this type of attire was required for this ritual?” Wanda looked at a spot right over his left shoulder to avoid his unintentional sad puppy eyes. How could she stop him from dropping into his funk?  Mentally, she berated herself, because she had brought it up without even thinking.

“It is, I promise.  You just don’t normally… It was dumb to say.  I’m sorry, Vis.” Wanda hoped her backtracking would work, but she knew it was a long shot.  Vision was almost as stubborn as her sometimes because he didn’t like letting go of some topics once they were introduced.

“I do not…” Vision paused, expelling a soft sigh through his nostrils. Wanda glanced at his face and winced upon seeing the corners of his mouth twitch.  She immediately crouched down in front of him, shoulders sagging under an invisible weight.

“I am different.” He gestured helplessly at his body in general, not meeting Wanda’s gaze.

“You have not treated me differently, for which I am grateful, but—“

“Vis.  Look at me,” Wanda interrupted him, not wanting him to complete his sentence. She frowned when Vision only glanced at her for a few seconds before looking away again.

“I apologize, Wanda, we should—“

“Vision, stop,” Wanda interrupted him again, reaching out as she spoke to grab his face in both of her hands to force him to look at her. His irises stopped turning counterclockwise for a second when he met her gaze.  Vision gripped her wrists, probably to remove her hands form his face, but Wanda locked her joints to keep her arms in place.

“You’re not ‘different.’  You’re just like the rest of us.  Skin color, hair color, prosthetic limbs, artificial organs – none of it matters.  Bodies do not matter, Vision.  They should not.  How people live – theirs souls, that’s what matters.  And you have a wonderful soul, Vis – the most wonderful one I’ve ever seen.  You are worthy, okay?  Even Mjuh… Mo… Thor’s hammer—”

“—Mjölnir—”

“—Yes, that, agrees.  Natasha told me that none of them could lift it the night Ultron was born.”  Vision blinked slowly at Wanda, and she was honestly stumped on if he took her words to heart or not.  His face was blank, but his irises were rotating clockwise again, which was something.  When he tilted his head to lean his face more firmly into her left palm, Wanda knew the storm had subsided.  She brushed her thumbs over his high cheekbones, wiping away his invisible tears, before teasingly pinching his cheek.  Vision winced, flinching out of her grasp even though she hadn’t physically hurt him.

“People are dumb.  Ignore them and then tell me so I can kick their asses.  You look good.  You arms and legs look fine, Vis.  And if you want a hug, you’ll get one,” Wanda said as she stood up, shaking out her legs. She didn’t take her gaze off of Vision’s face, though.  It was still blank, but there was something about his eyes that she couldn’t place. It was happening a lot more frequently as of late, and she was determined to figure out what it meant. His spinning irises slowed to a barely discernable crawl, and his pupils constricted.  The look always made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, but not in a threatened sort of way.  If he didn’t have a perfect memory, Wanda would hazard a guess that he was memorizing the moment (or, as her traitorous heart thumped, memorizing her).  Instead of trying to reflect on his newly developing behavior, Wanda just held her arms out, raising an eyebrow at him.  Vision blinked once, and his eyes were back to normal.  A gentle smile graced his lips as he stood up, leaning into her open arms.  His arms were feather-light around her, but Wanda made sure to squeeze his torso with all the strength she possessed.  He generally avoided her touch if he was feeling down, so it was nice he wanted a hug. It made Wanda hope that he felt as rejuvenated as she did after hugging him.  Even though he never fully squeezed back, it felt nice pressing her cheek to his chest, hearing his heart beat, and being encircled by his warmth.

A relaxed silence fell around them until Vision tapped Wanda’s shoulder, his silent signal to tell her he’d had enough.  Still feeling a bit guilty, she gave him an extra squeeze before letting him go, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“You are very good at… this,” Vision mused softly, gently gesturing his hand between them.  Wanda caught it, intertwining their fingers again; she almost missed when his lips twitched upwards at the corners.  She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from beaming as her heart thrummed desperately in her chest.

“Not really – just with people I know.  Clint is actually much better than I am even though he can’t read minds,” she said nonchalantly, leading Vision out of Steve’s room.

“Perhaps it is because he is just more experienced?  He is older than you, and he has children,” Vision offered, squeezing her hand.  Wanda shrugged, not too concerned with it.  She wasn’t exactly a people person, unlike Pietro.  She’d definitely help people in need, but she’d never been good at conversing and making friends with them.  Pietro had been the charmer between them, always able to talk to someone even if he didn’t necessarily like them.  Wanda absentmindedly entered the lock code to the panel to her room, which was right across the hall from Steve’s, trying to imagine how Pietro would have adjusted to life with the Avengers.  He would’ve had an easier time talking and maintaining conversations, but he was still as guarded as Wanda was with his affection.  Wanda doubted he would’ve been on any better terms with any of the others than she currently was; though, she also doubted he’d be on the same level as she was with Vision.

“Are doors an inconvenience to you?” Wanda asked without turning to face Vision when her door eased open.  She needed a distraction from thinking about Pietro, and Vision’s aversion to using doors was an easy topic to latch on to as she pulled him through the doorway to her room.

“Since I can phase through walls, yes, though I am trying to use them more as per your teaching,” he replied, and Wanda felt the slight pull of his arm on hers when he shrugged.  She rolled her eyes, tugging his arm teasingly.

“You say that as if it is a bad thing when it is just how most people need to move around buildings, Vis.  I think I’d be just as inconvenienced as you are, though, if I could walk through walls,” Wanda mused, glancing over her shoulder at him.  She hoped she’d phrased her thoughts properly to not accidentally push his buttons again.  Twice in less than ten minutes would be a first (excluding a time Tony was over since Tony liked using nicknames that he knew grated on people’s nerves when he was in a bad mood). Vision just wrinkled his nose at her, making Wanda laugh.  She had to let go of his hand when she walked over to her desk, rummaging around in her chaotic drawer to find two rolls of electrical tape.  Vision was still behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body but far enough away that she couldn’t accidentally jab him in the ribs with her elbow (which would end up hurting her instead of him, ironically).

“The goal with the tape is to mark our progress, since we’re doing science.  We’re going to run down the hallway outside to build up speed to slide on the kitchen floor.  Mark where you stop with the tape.  You get blue to match your socks, Vis,” Wanda explained, snickering.  She heard, and felt, him breathe through his nose in an almost-snort (since he was too polite to actually snort), making her snicker more until she finally found the rolls of tape.  She’d borrowed them from one of Tony’s labs earlier in the week, and she had never gotten the motivation to return them.

“And what is the purpose of this clothing?  If it was to reduce air resistance, which there will not be enough to make a discernable difference for sliding on the floor with socks, you would not be wearing that sweater.” He used his free hand to ghost his fingers along her shoulder, following the seam that held the arm to the body of the sweater, and Wanda wanted to lean into his hand.  Vision rarely initiated physical contact with her (or anyone, really), so it was tempting for her to prolong his light touch.  Instead of focusing on him, though, she pulled up the happy memory that had been the catalyst for her asking him if he wanted to slide in the kitchen in fluffy socks. 

“It’s just…,” her voice trailed off, fingers tightening around his momentarily as she tried to remember the correct word in English, “It is something my father started. We always did it in our sleeping clothes, and we always had a competition of who could slide the farthest every other week.” Heat blossomed in her chest, overwhelming her to well up in her eyes, as she thought about her family.  There was no pain accompanying the mental image of her father, clad in an undershirt and boxers, showing her and Pietro how to slide around on the floor; there was only a soothing warmth that had a bittersweet twinge.  Pietro had always been faster than her, even when they were five and the sock slide tournaments started, beginning his reign of fearless leader of the two of them.  He’d always assured her no harm would come to her, that he wouldn’t let it, and Wanda had always tried to remind him to think of himself sometimes. All the signs of his arrogant but caring personality had been there from the very beginning as he’d bragged about being stronger but purposefully let Wanda win most of the sock slide competitions (the times he didn’t were the few times he was upset with her for some reason or another).  

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hybrid!s.coups 🐶🐱

hybrids used to be a rare commodity, created humanely and owned by very rich members of society as companions. for the most part they’re human, but they have traits shared with their crossbreed

now they’re slightly more affordable and much more common, mostly because large corporations decided to capitalize on this new trend and started to breed hybrids, plus “first gen hybrids” have gotten to an age where they are having children on their own, whether with humans or other hybrids

they age at the same rate as humans, so most hybrids are adopted as children, then grow up with their owners like a normal family would

but there are shadier organizations that raise hybrids to adulthood and then sell them for sexual reasons, or brothels that buy hybrids and capitalize off of them

this is illegal in most countries, but the black market for hybrids is very popular, and there is one particularly notorious group just outside of seoul that fronts as a pharmaceutical company

you’re a cat hybrid born to two first gen hybrids, but their owner decided when you were 6y/o that he didn’t want to deal with a third hybrid, so you were sold off to this shady group :(

because you aren’t a lab hybrid, your genetic makeup is unique, and your fluffy white ears and tail made you a particularly treasured hybrid, and the group knew they wanted to keep you around to breed (but thankfully you never had to know that)

u were so young at the time that you didn’t really understand what was happening when you arrived at this big facility and they put you in a dorm with nine other kids, all older than you

you thought you were just on vacation or something but……. as the days passed and your parents didn’t come for you……… you started to realize that maybe that wasn’t it

there you were…. little and scared… you didn’t really know who to talk to because you’d never met anyone outside of your parents+owner…. you had never even been off of your owner’s estate before

you cried yourself to sleep every night :( until seungcheol came along

one day almost a year after you came to the facility your bunkmate disappeared

you had learned not to ask questions when a familiar face went missing because you would get in trouble, but later in that week a boy was pushed in and assigned to the bunk below you

he was sweet looking…… with floppy puppy ears and kind eyes …. probably a few years older than you, but what you noticed first was that he smelled safe

hybrid senses are super heightened, and you’d gotten used to the smell of the room and the smells of your roommates, but none of them had ever smelled like you could trust them. in fact, you haven’t really smelled a soothing scent since you left your parents

that night you peer at him over the side of the top bunk and, quietly, ask him his name

it took a little while for him to open up to you and vice versa, but one night he tells you how he had been in another place like this before you met, and talks about his friend jeonghan who went missing a few months ago

after that, you were never ever apart from seungcheol….. he was the only good thing you had

you would talk about things you wanted to do together when you got out, like go on a ferris wheel and see the ocean and a million other things, and he promised you would get to do them all someday

and you two took care of each other ,,,,,,,, while you were too afraid to act up in fear of getting punished, seungcheol wasn’t

when anyone tried to get close to the two of you he would snap and growl, even though his bark wasn’t fully developed he was still pretty intimidating for a 10 year old

you would sneak him food when he got in trouble, and if he was ever hurt you did your best to clean him up

even though you were still worried and scared, every night you slept curled into seungcheol and his scent and steady breathing made you feel like things might be okay

you had been together for maybe 5 months when the police raided the facility!!! and as an officer shuffled you and seungcheol out of the building, your hand clasped protectively in his, you were sure it would all be alright because you were together and free

except……………..as soon as you got to the place you were going to be staying they separated you from him, as much as you cried and hissed and as much as he growled they said you couldn’t stay together because they had to perform tests

and after that … you didn’t see seungcheol again for a long, long, long time

it took a few days before you would let anyone get close enough to touch you, but after that everything happened quickly

because of your otherwise quiet demeanor and your pretty face and fur, rather than rehabilitating you into a foster family your doctors suggested that you be put up for adoption, and soon you were adopted by a wealthy seoul widow

she was lovely and kind and everything you ever dreamed of back at the facility, but …….. seungcheol wasn’t there, and no matter how much she looked for him she couldn’t find him on any adoption sites or anything of the sort

to try and make up for it she adopted a puppy hybrid your age, mingyu, but he wasn’t seungcheol and even though you loved the tall clumsy pup dearly, it was different

your owner asked your doctor about it once and he said sometimes hybrids formed intense bonds both physically and emotionally, usually at an older age, like a bond between animal mates

you never really understood what that meant so you forgot about it, but you haven’t been able to sleep through the night since you last saw seungcheol

and you dream of him sometimes…...as you get older you wonder how he is, if he’s alright, you hope he’s safe and well fed and happy ;(

your owner lets you go to a private high school and college, and at college something curious happens

you start to catch this familiar scent ,,,,,, one that you haven’t smelled in years and one that you only remember in dreams ,,,,,,,,, seungcheol’s

but whenever you start to get a whiff it fades out, like you’re always on the verge of meeting but never do

one day it’s particularly strong and you skip class trying to track the source of the scent but after almost 2hrs you end up where you started, frustrated and confused

anyways, at the same time as this all is happening mingyu is getting more and more into music and rapping, and he’s always telling you about his friends that he’s been hanging out with, wonwoo and vernon and someone he always just calls “s.coups” or “hyung”

because of your childhood and generally being shy, you’re really bad at socializing and mostly just stick with mingyu when you aren’t alone, but he manages to get you to come to one of his rap battles

and as soon as you get there you’re hit fully with seungcheol’s smell….and you know he HAS to be there

almost in a daze you start to search the room, looking for floppy brown ears and that one small white spot on his left ear, heart racing

until……………..you hear mingyu’s voice and you turn to the stage and there he is

seungcheol……...taller now, with an older face, but it’s still your seungcheol

you make eye contact and his mouth opens and closes and you can’t believe it’s been a decade since you saw his wide smile

you also can’t believe how handsome and broad he’s gotten ,,,,,, because you haven’t really ever looked at anyone else (you never thought about why… but it was because of your bond with him) ,,,,,,,, but he’s unreal

you watch in awe as he (and mingyu and co.) finishes his rap, his voice mesmerizing, and he catches your eye again and you’re snapping out of it, pushing your way thru the crowd as he makes his way towards you

and when you meet he pulls you into his arms and lifts you a little bit into the air, your face burrowing into his neck

both of you whisper vaguely incoherent things to each other like “i thought i’d lost you” “i missed you so much” “you smell like home” and you don’t really know what you’re saying but you know you’re finally back in seungcheol’s arms and everything’s okay

meanwhile mingyu is in the bg like……..how do u know each other wtf……….because the dummy didn’t put 1+1 together to figure out his seungcheol-hyung was the seungcheol you always talked about as a kid

even after forever it’s impossibly easy to fall right back into your old routine, except now you can do whatever you want and you have new interests and also 10 years to catch up on

“how did u stand mingyu for 10 years????” “i don’t know! you ask me!” #jk

he remembers everything you said you wanted to do and the first thing you do together is go to the amusement park and ride the ferris wheel like 10 times, just talking about everything and anything

he wins you a puppy stuffed animal and is like “for when i’m not with you” and you insist on buying him a kitten stuffed animal so he has a lil version of you with him too

whenever you’re with him you can’t help but move as close as possible to seungcheol, you feel like you have to be touching him at all times or you might lose him again……..

like the two of u are eating dinner and you’re huddled up to his side eating out of his plate, you’re watching a movie and you have your head in his lap, but as cuddly as the two of you are take a long time to make what you have real

there are all these unspoken feelings……… deep down you know you love him and he knows he loves you, but neither of you know how to really……. say it………?

until one night there’s a thunderstorm (something that still startles you) and you call seungcheol….and he runs over to your dorm and wraps you in his arms

as the thunder dies down ,,,,,,,,,, his warm skin against yours ,,,,, and your nose pressed to his collarbone ,,,,,,,, you feel his heart racing and you realize that what the two of you had …… all along ….. what your doctor said all those years ago…….

you were always meant to be together, ever since you met

so silently you move to press your lips against his, and nothing really changes when his hand comes up to cup your face, but at the same time everything is different

the next day you wake up to him kissing your neck and it’s gross because your cat cleanliness urges surface, but you’re so happy you can’t even bother scolding him

mingyu wants to be grossed out when you tell him that you’re officially dating but isn’t actually

seungcheol is like a german shepard …….. fiercely loyal and protective but also fiercely sweet when it comes to you ,,,,,,,,,,, whenever you cry he gets all quiet and promises himself he’ll kill whoever hurts you but also carefully noses away your tears and lets you scent him to make you feel better ,,,,,,,,,, his ears perk up whenever you come into a room and you think it’s the cutest thing in the world ,,,,,,,,,,,

he loves when you purr so he’s always scratching behind your ears and when you start to purr he mumbles how pretty and cute you are

really really reallyyyyyy likes it when you wear his clothes or use his shampoo or anything because you smell like him and that way no one will ever touch you instead of him >:(

when someone looks at you the wrong way or tries to talk to you he growls and wraps an arm around you and you secretly find it really hot……...you also find him really hot when he’s just come back from the gym and giving off pheromones and it almost always gets you feeling submissive…… which he may or may not enjoy a lot

both of you still have nightmares about childhood sometimes, but waking up tangled up in each other reminds you that it wasn’t all bad because otherwise you never would have met and who knows what would have happened????